#my favourite one is the marauders one on the mirror

[mourningliliesmorningglories]

Your favourite marauder and your curse.

Inspired by the tiktok trend. (Please don’t take this seriously. You are right just the way you are.)

James: You love anything that looks back at you. You love so much that it’s a killing curse. Your heart was made to break. (Please caress their hand. Please compliment someone again.)

Sirius: You will always wonder if you did enough. You will always wonder if you could have saved them. (Rest. It was never your responsibility. To save is not to soothe.)

Remus: They will never hear you scream for help. Your throat will always be hoarse and bloody. A dog that howls will bite. (The world doesn’t collapse when you touch them gently.)

Peter: You hear laughter and immediately think it is being directed towards you. Your skin will never be thick enough to hold your neck high. (Learn yourself. Your only armour is given to you at birth.)

Lily: Your pain will always be overlooked. It will never be real to anyone else. You are a myth - revered but not excavated. (Do not pick at old wounds. Do not undig the grave.)

Regulus: You will always be loved. You will never be understood, nor will you be accepted. Love is not unconditional, that’s why you feel so abandoned. (Learn to love freely. There is no pleasure in loneliness.)

Evan: You will always be applauded for carrying terrible, heavy things. You are a performer, you paint on your face. (You handle this so well. Please cry on my shoulder. Please set down the weight.)

Barty: Live with the knowledge that everything you did was still never enough. Your best was always lacking. (One day you will heal. One day you will feel the sun and enjoy it.)

Pandora: You will always look for them in everyone. You will call their name and they won’t answer. They don’t miss you, you were made to yearn. (Carry the pieces of the people you love with pride. Carry yourself with honour.)

Mary: You will forget one day. Your friend’s faces, the lilt of their voices. You will forget your mother and father. You will lose yourself. (Cherish this. The mirror always mourns the reflection.)

Dorcas: You don’t fear the spotlight, only how you will appear under it. Your potential is the beginning and end. You will fail. You lack faith. (Try again. Try again. Try again.)

Marlene: You watch everyone you hold dear die. Your touch is exile, your love is a sentence. They will never come back. (Walls cage you in, but they also keep everything out. Open a window. Sit outside the door.)

[courfee]

messing up his hair is actually just an excuse to show off his biceps

[sleyu]

thinking of perv!bf james who begs you to let him take dirty polaroids of you for when you’re apart. cause how else is he meant to get off without an image of his cum on your pretty tits or you choking on his cock? definitely keeps them in his wallet for easy access too

perfect timing, i just came back from work and all i could think about as i was making people’s drinks was perv ! james…

i am positively going insane at the thought of this. i referenced james asking for photos of you in my james bf headcanons, but i totally forgot to mention all the nudes he would beg for during summer vacation.（；＿；）♡

dating you has gotten him sex addicted and he can only spend so long merely imagining your face and body :( he has such a tough time cumming without you and he hates not having you there or being forced to resort to masturbating because it only further reminds him of his loneliness.

but, the photo-system you guys developed assures him that he’s the only one that gets to have personalized photos of you in his hands that are attached along with every love letter you send him. it also eases his loneliness and makes spending time apart easier for the both of you.

right before school ends, you suggest taking photos of the two of you for when the summer holiday begins and you both are separated by the barrier that is vacations and dependent families.

james practically loses his mind at the thought of this and he makes it his mission to take photos of you from his favourite angles and sights: taking you from behind (he begs you to turn your face to look at him so that it appears in the photo), your cum-covered face and tits, your legs spread with cum dripping out of your abused cunt, you choking on his cock, and your naked, spent body sprawled across his bed, fucked out after a particularly rough session.

some photos are downright filthy (every photo with the cum) which are the ones that he jerks off to the most, whereas others are taken with an artistic eye, aesthetically pleasing enough for him to put in his wallet or on the corner of his bedroom mirror.

the photo of you in his wallet would be something pretty and taken with purpose. it would either be your cum covered, smiling face (so that anyone who takes a glance at his wallet would assume it’s simply an innocent photo of his girlfriend), or, as we know, james loves the risk, a photo of your bruised and bitten tits, littered with hickeys and love bites.

god, when james finally reaches home from hogwarts, he immediately locks himself in his room to pull out the envelope of polaroids he’s taken over the year, eagerly searching through the photos he had taken of you. james is such a little pervert that his cock was already beginning to throb at the mere thought of jerking off to those photos of you.

even though you knew that he had these photos intended for his own personal, depraved purposes, something about pulling out his cock out from his slacks and slowly stroking himself to your pretty, candid, unknowing face—occasionally slapping his cock gently on the laminated paper—was so filthy and lewd to him.

of course, the picture deal has to be mutual and he’s more than happy to send you nude photos of him. one of the photos would be his hard, leaking cock tributing to the cum-covered photo of you smiling. looking at the photo and realizing how creepy and perverted it comes across only made the ache in his cock worse. he’d graze his length against his pillow, groaning to himself, making a silent prayer that all of this is enough to relieve the constant need in him and his craving for your cunt.

‘’m so fuckin’ sick,’ he’d sigh, grinning wolfishly.

i also have a sick feeling that not only james, but the rest of the marauders favourite photos to jerk themselves off to are the innocent ones in which you’re smiling happily into the camera, showing off your pretty sundress. of course, nothing beats the lewd photos of you, but they find themselves cumming harder at the unsuspecting photos, imagining your cute, smiling face in front of them, eagerly waiting to be covered and marked by their cum. something about tainting and subsequently corrupting the innocence and purity that the casual photos reveal drives them mad.

‘gonna fuckin’ ruin you the next time i see you—fuck,’

[lulublack90]

Prompt 1 - Spring

@jegulus-microfic April 1, Word count 542

The first of April was the Marauder’s favourite day of the year. They spent weeks coming up with pranks for April Fool’s Day. They not only pranked their fellow students, but they pranked each other. 

James had placed a sticking charm on a little toy rat that he’d stolen from Lily’s cat to follow Peter wherever he went. 

All the mirrors that Sirius looked into burped rudely at him, and he’d transfigured all of Remus’s books into copies of Cassandra Vablatsky’s Unfogging the Future. James knew better than to mess with Moony’s chocolate supply, which meant his books were the next option on the list. 

So far, though, the only one not to be pranked was James. Lunch passed, and nothing, not even a nose-biting teacup. He was feeling more and more on edge. He kept flinching whenever one of the others came near him. Sirius took great joy in this and found a multitude of reasons to lean over or brush past him. 

They were walking out of potions together at the end of the day when he was suddenly yanked backwards into an empty classroom. 

“Hey, what the hell?” James yelled before he realised it was his friends. “Oh, what the hell?!” He knew this was it. Instead of them all pranking him separately, they were working together.

“Petrificus Totalus” Sirius flicked his wand, James’s legs snapped together, and his arms stuck to his sides. He was completely frozen in place.  

Peter transfigured James’s robes into a clown costume. 

Sirius performed a much tricker spell. Using the effects of the petrifying jinx, he transformed James’s legs into a giant spring. He and Peter had to grab ahold of him to stop him from falling on his face. 

Remus finished the prank off by sinking what would have been his feet into the stone floor. Sirius unfroze James, and they watched as James wobbled forwards and backwards like a jack in a box without the box. 

The rest of the Marauders left him there, yelling after them as they went to dinner, raucous laughter bouncing off the close corridor walls as they went. 

He yelled himself hoarse, trying to get someone’s attention. He called out again, and the heavy wooden door creaked open, and Regulus’s head popped around it into the room. 

“I thought I could hear your voice.” He said, his brow screwed up in concern. “Are you alright?” 

He came further into the room and caught sight of James’s predicament. The usually stoic boy snorted with laughter and ended up on his hands and knees, gasping for air he laughed so hard. 

Eventually, he composed himself enough to wipe the tears away and stood before his slightly bouncing boyfriend. “Did my brother do this to you?” He asked, stroking James’s cheek.

“And Remus and Peter.” James pouted. “Can you help me?” Regulus took a step backwards, biting his bottom lip. 

“I can, but I’m not going to.” A wicked glint flashed in his eyes as he raised his wand. James’s face was covered in gaudy clown makeup before he could utter a word. 

Regulus pecked a kiss on James’s lips before he left him again. “Happy April Fool’s Day, love.” He cackled as he shut the door behind him.   

[wastelandmoony]

I have a Request. Best friends to lovers with James Potter. James potter stealing readers favourite shampoo. The reader notices this while she's in the shower. So angry she wraps a towel around her body and storms up to there marauders dorm with her hair soaking wet. She thinks that it was sirius who took and but she notices James in front of the mirror with a towel wrapped around his waist. Hair soaking wet. So she reaches to smell his hair only to find out that his hair smells like her shampoo

Hiya! I've actually never been sent a request before, so forgive me if it's rough <3

Summary: James is in love with Y/N, but has yet to make a move and the other Marauders are sick of it.

Genre: Fluff <3

Characters: James Potter x Y/N, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew

Warnings: language, sexual innuendo courtesy of Sirius

A/N: Reader also plays for the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, if that wasn't clear.

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The sounds of Queen echoed off the walls of the dormitory as James walked in, hair dripping into his eyes as he pushed back the soaked locks with one hand. 

Peter looked up from his Transfiguration essay, “How was practice?”

James shook out his hair, returning his glasses to his face, “Brutal. I’m about to start scheduling doubles on game weeks—“

Remus glanced at the door, letting the book he was reading fall onto his lap, “Is Y/N behind you?” 

James turned around, confused, “No? I was just in the showers…”

Remus leaned back against the headboard, “Huh, weird. I thought I smelled her for a moment…”

Across the room, Sirius sat up from his lounged state, “I’d kill for those heightened senses Moony. Imagine how much it’d come in handy during our little…extracurricular excursions—“

“—Just call them what they are, Pads, they’re just pranks,” Remus deadpanned, going back to his book.

“—anyway, speaking of Y/N…Prongsy over here almost got completely decked by a bludger earlier because he couldn’t keep his eyes off her,” Sirius wagged his eyebrows at James.

“Shut it, I was just…making sure her maneuvers were correct,” he tried to control the blush creeping up his cheeks.

“Oh, I’m sure she can maneuver just fine, mate,” Sirius laughed as he dodged a flying chocolate frog box courtesy of James.

James smirked and walked over to his trunk to find a clean jumper.

“SIRIUS FUCKING BLACK!” 

Sirius sat up abruptly, color draining from his face, “There’s no way she heard me—“ 

The door flew open to reveal a towel-clad, fuming Y/N, clutching an empty shampoo bottle in her hand. 

James spun around and immediately flushed at the sight of her soaking wet. 

She chucked the empty bottle at Sirius, who barely dodged it, throwing his hands up in confused anger.

“What the fuck did I do?!” He yelled as she stalked over to his bed.

“You used the rest of my shampoo, you fucking nob!” Her eyes narrowed.

Sirius laid back down, waving her off, “No I didn’t, it was probably Lily.”

“Let me smell your hair then,” she climbed onto his bed, trying to grab at his long black hair.

“Gerroff me,” he struggled, trying to push her hands away as she attempted to pin him down.

The other three watched in amusement as she finally gripped his head with two hands and smelled the top of Sirius’ scalp. 

She sat back on her heels, face contorted in confusion.

Sirius fixed his hair, shooting her a glare, “I bloody told you, it wasn’t me.”

James went back to rummaging through his trunk, a motion that caused her to zero in on his similarly towel-clad appearance.

“Jamie—“ she called, his head popping up from his search. She watched as his wet curls dripped onto his chest, the cogs in her brain starting to turn. Rising from Sirius’ bed, she walked over to James, who froze as she drew closer. 

She leaned in, smelling the familiar scent of strawberries on him, “—it was you?”

He scratched the back of his neck nervously, “Y-yeah…I ran out and it was the first thing I saw, I’m sorry.”

She smiled sweetly at him, “It’s okay, I have an extra bottle in my room if you want it?” 

He nodded a little too quickly, and she turned to run back to her dorm to retrieve the extra shampoo. 

The moment she disappeared, Sirius sat up and shot James a look, “You didn’t run out, there’s an entire bottle of that Sleekeazy shit in the shower, I used it earlier—“

“—he just wants to smell her,” Pete chimed in from the floor, eyes never leaving his essay.

James groaned, running both hands over his face.

“You’re hopeless, mate,” Remus sighed from his bed, “Just ask her to Hogsmeade already, put us all out of our misery…”

[bellofthemeadow]

Dawn Ends the Night - Interlude

Aemond Targaryen x FemReader (Dayne)

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Rating: M for Mature (18 + no minors allowed)

Word Count: 3.5K

Warning: All warnings on the Series Masterlist, will update if necessary (Re-iterating, no minors allowed! Thank you)

Chapter Summary: Every morning, at dawn, for the past fortnight you meet Aemond Targaryen. Will today change things for the better between you two?

Notes: Hello everyone!!! I am writing earlier because I had this scene in my head that I could not fit into a regular plot-driven chapter because it was so long. So instead I turned it into a little interlude between chapters 4 and 5. It focuses on our favourite couple and if you have a thing for the whole regency "OMG THEY GRAZE EACH OTHER!" You will like that one. Its a bit angsty but with loads of fluff at the end. Hope you like it and like always LMK what you all think!

Thank you again to all of you who take the time to comment, like and reblog, you are all so kind and I love you all so much!!! 💜💚💜

See you in the next one xxx

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At Dawn

In Starfall, you had been a ghost, haunting its ancient halls. You cherished the late hours, those quiet moments under the cover of darkness where the sky was a canvas of stars. To you, each star was not just a celestial spark but a guardian soul, a sentinel silently watching over the world from the heavens – you imagined they were looking after you when you needed them the most. This nightly ritual, however, came at a cost — mornings often found you rising late, the consequence of surrendering to the tranquil embrace of moonlit solitude. 

In King's Landing, the luxuries of being a ghost were behind you. Now, well before the first golden rays of sunlight peeked over the horizon, with the dawn barely painting the sky in hues of timid pink and soft orange, Prince Aemond would be at your door ready to eat his morning meal in your company.   

Yawning, you gathered your hair, weaving it into a simple yet elegant half-up, half-down style. It framed your face in a way you found particularly becoming. But these early hours beckoned for self-sufficiency as you didn’t wish to disturb your handmaiden at such a time. Thus, you had grown accustomed to readying yourself alone in the quiet of dawn, opting for dresses that required no assistance to don. Today, you chose one of your favorites, a dress perhaps a tad too short by King’s Landing standards, ending mid-calf. Its design was a mixture of airy fabrics and light silks that embraced your form in a flattering caress, and its deep blue hue complemented your complexion beautifully. 

Gently, you pressed your fingers to your cheeks, coaxing a rosy flush to the surface. Despite the early hour, it was important to you to look and feel your best. Right on schedule, the familiar, soft knocking at the door signaled his arrival, accompanied by a gentle, "My lady," floating through the wood. A smile spread across your face at the sound. Each dawn spent with Aemond only deepened your desire to spend more time in his company. To learn all you could about this dragonrider, this will-be husband. 

You gave yourself a final glance in the mirror before sauntering towards the door. With a playful lilt in your voice, you called out, "And who might be serenading my door at this ungodly hour?" 

From the other side came Aemond's mock-serious reply, "My lady, should there be another suitor at your door at this time, I fear I must step in to defend my betrothed honor. A fight to the death perhaps?" 

Your laughter rang out, rich and unrestrained, as you swung the door open. Leaning casually against the frame, hand perched on your hip, you greeted him teasingly, "Ah, what a sight – A fierce dragon graces my doorstep." 

Aemond rolled his eye, the man teetering between amusement and exasperation, before offering a polite bow of his head. Over his shoulder, you caught sight of Perros, his expression a perfect study in stoic disapproval. Ever since these dawn meetings with Aemond had become a routine, Perros had appointed himself your unofficial chaperone. Chaperoning had never been a tested custom of Dornish culture, but due to his protective nature, Perros had still not warmed up one bit to the idea of the betrothal, even after a fortnight under the Targaryen royal roof and he was looking for anything to hold against Aemond. 

You stepped aside, allowing room for Aemond and Perros to enter. Perros, ever the vigilant guardian, promptly made his way to his usual spot in the corner. There, he brooded, his gaze sharp and watchful, tracking every interaction between you and Aemond with hawk-like intensity. 

You recalled a morning some days ago when Aemond, in a rare moment of clumsiness, had spilled some jam on your sleeve. His instinctive move to dab it away had provoked an instantaneous reaction from Perros, who leapt to his feet, his voice laced with protective fervor as he reprimanded you both for the supposedly improper contact. The moment had ended with you and Aemond awkwardly distancing yourselves, while Perros took up a stern post at your table on the small balcony, arms crossed in silent disapproval. Aemond had sported a look of utter vexation, his face tinged with a hint of pink, huffing, while you couldn't help but shoot a glare at Perros for his overzealous protectiveness. 

You led Aemond to the quaint table on the balcony, its surface crowded with an assortment of dishes. Your taste buds, having grown accustomed to the vibrant spices and flavors of Dorne, found the typical Westerosi cuisine rather uninspiring. Consequently, you had developed a preference for simpler fare – delicate cakes accompanied by soft Vale cheese and a sweet red-berry jam from the Reach, as you could not stomach anything else. If you were to live here, you would need to have a cook brought from Sunspear, you thought. 

As you both settled into your seats, a serene quietude enveloped the balcony. The early morning light cast a soft glow on Aemond, accentuating his regal features and rendering him even more striking than usual. You caught yourself momentarily captivated by his appearance and quickly composed yourself. It wouldn't do to let on just how much your betrothed affected you. 

"I trust you had a restful night, Prince Aemond?" you inquired softly, putting some berries on your plate. 

"Fairly restful," Aemond replied, spreading cheese over a slice of bread. "However, I was somewhat vexed last night. I had intended to read 'The History of Dragon Anatomy' from the library, only to find it had already been taken out. The Maester there mentioned a young lady had taken it just after dinner. Curious, since I had expressed my interest in that very book earlier in the day, to that same lady." 

You glanced at him coyly. "How frustrating for you. Perhaps this lady simply wished to delve into subjects that intrigue you, my prince." 

Aemond let out a thoughtful hum, carefully layering jam on another slice of bread before placing it on your plate. "And..." he prompted. 

"And what, my prince?" you asked, feigning innocence. 

"Did you find the book to your liking?" Aemond's tone was casual, but his eye held a playful glint as he took a bite of his cheesy bread. 

Your gaze lingered on Aemond as he swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing quite attractively. The sight inexplicably left your own throat feeling parched. 

"The book was quite fascinating," you commented, "Particularly the chapter on dragon scales and their resistance to various metals. In Dorne, we don't have many resources on dragons, so it was a nice change of literature." 

Aemond let out a soft scoff. "I imagine not. It would not be wise to provide our enemies with knowledge about how to defeat our dragons. Some would probably say it would be insanity" 

Your eyebrows drew together in a frown. "Enemies?" 

Aemond paused, meeting your gaze with a hint of uncertainty. "Old enemies, perhaps. You must understand the strategic folly in sharing dragon lore with those who have historically sought to bring them down. Our betrothal itself hinges on the long-standing enmity between Dorne and Targaryen’s dragons." 

You bristled at his words. "Perhaps if dragons were not made to attack and lay claim to our lands, the sentiment towards them in Dorne would be different!" 

Aemond's eye narrowed, a defensive edge creeping into his voice. "House Targaryen united Westeros by right of conquest. We are neither thieves nor invaders." 

"Right of conquest?" you echoed incredulously. "Dorne was never conquered. Your ancestors never succeeded in bringing Dorne under their rule!" 

Breakfast now lay neglected as you both locked gazes, each unwilling to yield, to be the first to lower the proverbial banner. 

Aemond broke the silence with a measured tone, "Well, here you are now, in King's Landing. So, perhaps the past should remain just that." 

Your response was edged with a hint of bitterness. "There's no need to remind me of my place here, Prince Aemond. Your views on my people, and by extension on me, seem quite clear. It must be such a burden to align your esteemed dragon lineage with mine.” 

Aemond's eye flickered slightly, a shadow of discomfort crossing his face. "You exaggerate, my lady. I did not imply any such thing." 

"Of course, my apologies," you replied, the sharpness in your voice unmistakable. Gathering his plate, you stacked it atop yours, a clear signal of the meal's end. "I trust your breakfast was satisfactory, Prince Aemond. However, I need to prepare for the day. I promised your sister I would meet with her." 

Aemond seemed momentarily taken aback, his composed facade faltering. "But we've only just begun, and you've yet to enjoy your favorite jam. Why leave so abruptly?" 

"I wouldn't want to impose any longer," you said, your tone firm yet polite. "It might be best for you to leave now Prince Aemond." 

A thick silence enveloped the room, heavy with unvoiced sentiments. Prince Aemond, his jaw set in a firm line, rose abruptly from his seat. His movements were rigid, each step resonating with barely restrained anger as he made his way to the door. Upon reaching the threshold, he paused, turning to face you with a stiff, formal inclination of his head. "My lady," he uttered, his voice a strained whisper of formality. Then, with a swift motion, he opened the door and exited, the slam echoing with a finality that reverberated through the room. The resounding closure seemed loud enough to stir the entire wing, making you flinch. 

Seated alone at the table, you gazed out towards the horizon, where the sun had begun to cast a golden glow over the morning sky. A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you leaned forward, resting your head on your crossed arms atop the table. A soft groan of frustration echoed the turmoil within. 

Had you overreacted? Aemond's words about Dorne's historical enmity with the Targaryens weren't unfounded, but his tone, dismissive and tinged with superiority, had struck a nerve. Your Dornish pride, a deep-rooted part of your identity, felt belittled in his presence. It was as if he had trampled upon the history and struggles of your people, reducing them to mere irritants in the grand Targaryen narrative. 

Perhaps your reaction had been too impulsive, or maybe your expectations of Aemond were too lofty. The romantic notions you’d harbored, fueled by the tales and books you’d devored in Starfall, seemed naive now in the harsh light of the morning. Yet, Aemond’s daily visits, those moments that had started to become a cherished routine, suggested that maybe there was something more. Had you misconstrued his intentions, read too much into what was merely a princely obligation? The very thought of it twisted in your chest. You were confused and could feel a strange feeling of longing coiling deep within your stomach.  

"My lady?" The concern in Perros's voice pulled you from your introspective reverie.  

"Mmm?" you hummed, your voice muffled against your arms, still not lifting your head.  

"Are you well, my lady?" He inquired gently, worry edging in his tone.  

"You must be feeling vindicated," you said, lifting your head to meet Perros's gaze, your laughter tinged with a hint of bitterness. "It seems Prince Aemond has made his views about me quite clear." 

Perros regarded you with a steady, thoughtful look. "I've never been fond of him, true. He's too princely, too arrogant. He's not worthy of you," he admitted, and you couldn't help but let out a small, teary chuckle. 

"I guess now is the perfect time for your 'I told you so,'" you remarked wryly. 

"But," Perros cut in, his tone shifting, "I can't ignore how he looks at you. From the very first day we arrived, he's been drawn to you like a moth to a flame. It's like you're the Maiden reborn in his eyes. And..” Perros took a breath for effect, "I suppose I might have judge the prince too harshly too... I was not to tell you, but Prince Aemond has been joining Davos and me during our training sessions in the yard.”  

"He has?" You exclaimed, turning to face Perros - The image of Aemond, a prince of the realm, spending his time with little davos was a stark contrast to the man you had argued with only moments ago. 

"Yes," Perros nodded. "He's been taking time to teach Davos the basics of swordplay. You should see the boy's face light up. The prince has a way with him, showing patience I didn't think possible. It's as if he sees something of himself in Davos. The lad's been boasting about it to anyone who'll listen, his chest puffed up with pride. Keep saying it’ll go to his head, but the lad is excited, the prince even said he’d show him that great beast of his. " 

A thoughtful frown creased your forehead. "But why keep it a secret? Why didn't Aemond mention it? Why didn't Davos?" 

Perros shrugged slightly, a faint smile touching his lips. "I suspect the prince isn't doing it for praise or recognition. Maybe he just wanted to help, to do something good without any fanfare. It's not something I expected from him, but with all my years, I’ve learned that people, even princes, can stil surprise us." 

As you pondered his words, Perros placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder, his touch grounding. "Speak with him, my lady," Perros advised gently, his voice carrying a wisdom born of years. "Whether he's a princely dragon or not, it's always better to clear the air, especially with matters of the heart.” 

You offered a small, contemplative smile. "Perhaps you're right, Perros. I might just do that." 

Just then, a series of knocks echoed at the door, you released a weary sigh, wondering aloud, "Do you think that the noise might have woken up mother?" 

Perros straightened, ready to take action. "Shall I see who it is, my lady?" 

"No, no, it's alright," you quickly responded, waving a hand dismissively. "It's probably mother, or Gerris and Davos. They have this habit of barging into my room to start their day. They find it amusing, I suppose."  

But as you opened the door, it was neither your mother, nor Gerris, nor Davos – Standing before you was Aemond. His usually neatly styled hair was slightly disheveled, as if he had been anxiously running his fingers through it, and his solitary eye, usually so sharp and focused, now held a wild, almost frantic quality as he gazed at you 

Finally breaking the silence, you found your voice ; “Prince Aemond?”  

You were momentarily caught off guard as Aemond pulled you into his arms, his embrace firm yet cautious, tentative as though he was handling something precious and fragile. His body, usually so rigid and imposing, now enveloped you with a breath-stealing, protective warmth, contrasting sharply with the slightness of your own form.  

His face buried in your hair, Aemond seemed to be seeking a sort of solace, his breath slow and deep. You could feel the slight quiver in his chest and for a moment, you stood there, unsure, your body rigid in his embrace. But as he inhaled, as if drawing strength from your presence, you felt a surge of want wash over you. 

Tentatively, your arms wound around his back, your touch light, almost hesitant. The contours of his body under your fingers felt like the unyielding walls of a fortress, yet there was a tenderness in his hold that belied his outward appearance. The sensation of his breath warming the nape of your neck sent a shiver down your spine, and his voice, thick with emotion, resonated against your soft skin. "I am sorry for my words, my lady. They were careless and unkind," he murmured, his tone laced with a rare vulnerability. "Please, I am sorry. I ask for your forgiveness, but more than that, I beg you, do not shut me out. Not when I feel like I have only begun to know you." 

His grip tightened ever so slightly, as if fearing you might slip away, his voice a soft whisper against your hair. "You have every right to turn away from me, yet I find myself selfishly hoping you will not. In you, I've seen a kindness, a strength that I have longed for. Please, my lady, grant me the chance to prove that I am more than my harsh words and hasty judgments." 

Nestling closer into his hold, you felt a wave of understanding wash over you. "Perhaps I, too, was quick to judge," you admitted softly. "Your words, though harsh, weren't entirely unfounded. Our kingdoms have been locked in conflict for so long, and both have suffered greatly. It's just that..." You paused, taking a deep breath, grappling with the words that lay heavy on your heart. "I understand the reasons for our union – duty, family, the realm, the crown. But still..." Your voice trailed off, laden with unspoken hopes and fears. 

Aemond gently lifted his head from yours, their foreheads meeting in a tender, earnest touch. For the first time since your encounter, you were close, close enough to see the subtle hues in his remaining eye, close enough to feel the warmth of his breath mingling with yours. "I too wish for more, my lady, more than you could possibly imagine," he confessed, his voice a soft echo of your own longing. 

A timid smile touched your lips, a flicker of the young woman who once dreamt under the stars, the girl who laughed freely. "Back in Starfall, they used to say I was like a ghost. After Gerris was announced as the future lord, I lost a part of myself. I never thought I'd find that girl again – the one who could marvel at the stars, who loved to read and laugh without care." Your smile grew, a hint of old joy resurfacing. "But with you, Aemond... when I'm with you, I feel as if... as if I'm finding her again." 

Aemond's smile, a rare and genuine thing, mirrored your own. "And I," he confessed, "feel something I feared was long lost in me too." 

Perros's conspicuous throat-clearing echoed in the room, startling both of you into stepping apart, faces flushed with the sudden intensity of the moment. You shot Perros a glare, one that he met with a raised eyebrow and a look that managed to be both unimpressed and protective. 

Aemond, regaining his composure with a soft cough, glanced toward the door. "I must take my leave, my lady. Ser Criston awaits me in the training yard, and I dare not keep my sister from you company as she probably awaits you for her early morning beetle hunt," he said. 

Your smile returned, a gentle curve of lips that hinted at the warmth you felt inside. "Of course, my prince. Dawn tomorrow then?" 

Aemond hesitated, an unusual shyness in his demeanor as he paused at the door. "Actually, I was wondering if I might join you in the afternoon? You spend time with your brother and Davos then, right?" 

"Oh, you needn't trouble yourself. Heleana usually takes the twins along, and we all enjoy the gardens together," you explained. 

He hummed thoughtfully. "Nevertheless, I would like to be there. To spend time with those you care about." 

A genuine smile graced your face. "Then after midday it is." 

As Aemond began to exit, he paused once more, turning slightly toward you. "And perhaps after dinner, I could meet you in the library? I could show you more books about dragons. I read them all as a child." 

Your smile deepened, warmth spreading through you at the thought. "I would be delighted to receive literary recommendations from the realm's most renowned dragon rider." 

Aemond's response was a shy smile, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. He nodded silently, a gesture that spoke volumes of his growing affection, before finally stepping out of the room. 

Left in the quiet room, you felt an unfamiliar sensation, a fluttering lightness in your chest, like a bird cautiously testing its wings after a long confinemen. With a dreamy smile lingered on your lips, you turned to face Perros, who stood near the small table, you caught the hint of a teasing smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. His eyes held a mix of amusement and something softer that you had trouble deciphering, perhaps a reluctant acceptance of the scene he had just witnessed. 

With a mock groan, you raised your hand, preempting any comments he might have. "Do not say anything, Perros." 

His smile broadened, but he raised his hands in mock surrender. "I wouldn't dream of it, my lady," he replied teasingly. 

Shaking your head with a mix of exasperation and fondness, you moved past Perros towards the door. "I have a busy day ahead," you remarked, "And it seems I now have plans for after dinner as well." 

Next chapter

[romerona]

Dragon Breath.

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ɪᴛ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜ. ꜰᴏʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴇᴍᴇʀꜱᴏɴ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ, ɪᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴏꜰꜰ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴇᴇᴛ… ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ.

Or

ʜᴀʀʀʏ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ʙᴜᴛ ʟᴀᴄᴋꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ’ꜱ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ.

Harry James Potter x OC

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𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢, 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛!

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗?"

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Marauders Alive. Wolfstar. LGBTQ content. Year 3 -- After Hogwarts.

On Wattpad as TessaRyoung.

Masterlist.

   "How is my second favourite Potter doing?"  Fred Weasley called, sliding next to Harry on the sofa in the Gryffindor common room with a familiar look on his face that told Harry too much and too little.

George took the seat on Harry's other side, sporting the same grin and twinkling eyes as his twin. "Not knocking out anyone today, have you?"

"The day's still young, there's still plenty of time," Fred added to his brother's question.

Harry turns his gaze away from the game of exploding Snap game he was playing with Ron, his emerald eyes softly narrowing with suspicion and hesitant mistrust. He has seen that look enough times to know it's usually followed by trouble.

"Sod off, the both of you," Ron scowls at his brothers who didn't pay him any mind, instead they both were grinning at Harry.

"What do you want?" Harry deadpanned. If his suspicions are right then they were probably after his father's map.

George turns towards his twin, inquiring. "Do we want anything, Fred?"

"Other than give our second favourite Potter a heads up? Nothing George," Fred answered his brother, turning his gaze towards Harry whose frowns deepened.

"What are you on about?" Ron asks, looking between his brothers, mirroring Harry's suspicious frown.

The twins shared yet another waggish look much to Harry's and Ron's concern. 

With a hint of exasperation, Harry looks between the red-headed twins and asks. "What is it?"

"Did you know your lovely lady has a fan club?"  

"And it not just you?"

Harry blinks, confused. "What?"

"Emerson," Fred clarifies as if Harry didn't know already who they were speaking of. "She has suitors lining up to her."

Well, that was to expect, isn't it? Harry thought. Love Emerson is walking art, only to be gazed upon, to be admired and loved.

Before he could say anything, George continued adding to his brother's statement. "And we happen to know she has been asked out to Hogsmeade and she said yes."

Harry blinks again. The information processed through his mind, slowly but surely. 'Someone is taking her on a date to Hogsmeade? And it's not me?' He felt his stomach twisting and turning restlessly. He feels off. His chest is painfully tight. Harry has half the mind to get up and demand Madam Pomfrey figure out what is wrong with him because he feels like he's about to have a right fit. This new bomb of information the twins dropped was settling an awful sickening feeling on his bowls that was transitioning to his chest and then his throat, something was climbing out.

At the tight lip, crimson cheeks, and stoic face of his friend, Ron hesitantly asks. "How do you know this?"

George shrugged, turning to his youngest brother. "We heard Ernie Mcmillan boast about it with his friends earlier today."

"Mcmillan?" Harry scoffs, finding his voice whilst jolting from his seat as if the red soft fabric of the sofa was burning his buttocks. "She's going on a date with sodding Ernie Mcmillan?" 

"Apparently so, we heard him say that she was delighted to accept, that she practically jump at the chance to go on a date with him," Fred told him twisting imaginary long hair with a dreamy look on his face, a bit theatrical in Harry's opinion. Truly, he's just repulsed at the thought of her getting swooned by Mcmillan.

Harry snits, his eyebrows scrunching together vexingly. He doubts that's the case because, for one, he has never seen Love and Mcmillan together or interact in any form, not ever. Second, the idea of Love jumping at the opportunity to date Mcmillan is laughable, Mcmillan, the same Hufflepuff boy who was spreading rumours about Harry last year, boasting as if he was such a catch, please,  Love is way out of the Hufflepuff's league, she was way out of everyone league, even his. The idea of Love ever wanting to go on a date with people such as Ernie Mcmillan was simply rubbish.

"How do we know that's true?" Ron asks, voicing a quarter of Harry's thoughts for his head is somewhere else.

Fred shrugged, relaxing down on the sofa, letting his feet take the place Harry was sitting moments ago, "He sounded too excited for it not to be real, he said he is planning on taking her to Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop."

"A tea shop?" Scoffs Ron as if it was a comical idea to visit a tea shop in Hogsmeade.

"Not just any tea shop, ickle Ronnikins," George sat down next to his twin, he had a small grin. His eyes slither from his younger brother to Harry, "Puddifoot's Tea Shop is a place where couples usually go to where they serve you tea with cute little cakes to share with your partner. Quite a romantic atmosphere for a first day, that is." 

"I need to go," Harry mumbled to Ron after feeling his insides twisting once again. Once there he opened his trunk and pulled out the famous Marauders Map, hardly listening to Seamus and Dean's greetings, the two other boys he share a dormitory with. He grabbed the map and sat on his bed, closing the blinds for privacy.

"I solemnly swear I am up to no good," Harry whispers, tapping his wand on the parchment.

Soon, the blank pages began to reveal themselves as what they really were. Harry swiftly opened it and began his search for the one girl he typically looks for when using the Map,-- not that he did it often, not at all if anything he hardly uses the map that's why he let Fred and George borrow it but... and sure when he does use it he may try to spot her on it but just out of curiosity, this time, however, he needed to find her because he needed to speak to her about Ernie, give his knowingly unasked opinion about him and how she is way too good for the likes of him– it took Harry a few seconds but he found her, she was in her common room, the feet next to hers where Padma Patil and Emmanuel Salazar.

Perfect.

Harry went to move out of his bed but stopped dead in his tracks, reality snapping into place, and all the memories coming back like a slap to the face. How is he supposed to do that? How is he supposed to go to the Ravenclaw tower, call her and say all those things when he hasn't even apologised for knocking her out? What would she think of him if he did? What does she think about him now?

Harry sighed, slumping on back his bed, the feeling in his chest was still very much present. He looks back at the map, watching her feet move from the common room to the dormitories, thinking back to the way she smiled at him moments before the catastrophe... Merlin knew those were about one of the best moments in his young life but regardless of what he felt, of what he knows about Love, he is not entitled to dictate who she can go out with, no matter how much it bothers him not to mention that If he did think to do something like that, his mother, who since little had thought him to respect women, would be beyond disappointed with him, his life is too difficult right now to add maternal disappointment to the list.

Harry placed his arm over his eyes when his mind forced him to relieve that mortifying moment yet again and grumbled to himself in defeat and resignation when suddenly, he heard Dean exclaim in disdain.

"Bloody hell, Seamus, when was the last time you brush your teeth, mate?"

His voice sounded nasal, not his usual tone but rather as if he was plugging his nose.

"Oh, me Mam send me some dragon tartare, her speciality, quite good but leaves you reeking for hours, they do," Seamus told Dean, and after a moment he asked. "Want one?"

"Not particularly feeling like eating one, no," 

"If you change your mind, I'll leave them on my trunk"

"Won't they go bad?"

"Only after two months or so, dragon meat doesn't rot quickly,"

His mother may have thought him not to disrespect women but his father also thought him a few things too one of which was always to speak your mind, perhaps he doesn't need to say anything to Love to get her to understand Ernie Mcmillan isn't right for her in any type of way, he could simply show her...

"Hey, Seamus," Harry opened his curtains making the two boys snap their heads his way, "You reckon I can have one?"

🤍

"I still can't believe you chose sodding Mcmillan over us," Emmanuel huffs lowly under his breath, but due to Love's closeness she still heard him clear as a summer day, and even if she hadn't, Love already has an idea what he could have been mumbling about. 

"Well, believe it, she ditches us for a man," Padma made a noise from the back of her throat, making a few fellows Ravenclaws send her a weird look, "A man, of all things,"

Let's just say her friends didn't enjoy her sudden change of plans and they made it known, even now, as they walk to the entrance to meet the rest of the third years to go to Hogsmeade.

Love purses her lips, sending her a pleading look, she didn't enjoy making her friends feel pushed aside like that, "Don't be like that, I promise we can go back to Hogsmeade tomorrow and hang out."

"You see Love, I don't know if I should believe you, because you also promise to go with us today but here we are..." Padma sends her a soft glare, crossing her arms a bit too dramatically.

"Padma–" Love groans but was cut off by Emma.

"Not to mention we had plans, to meet places and shops and sodding hunted shacks but if we go tomorrow it won't be the same," The boy huffs, his eyes refusing on meeting Love's, he kept his glare straight ahead.

"I said it once and I'll say it again. The disrespect is outstanding." Padma pronounces every single syllable of that word.

"I'm sorry, okay," Love huffs exasperatedly, halting on her steps. She looked between Padma and Emma with a frown as they force to stop as well, Emanuel's glare was still not meeting her eyes whilst Padma had a very narrow eye look directed towards her. "I am sorry, it was not on my plans to get asked out but it happened and I– I can't change that now, not when we are literally about to arrive at the entrance,"

She sighs, Love felt guilty, she hated breaking promises like that and letting her friends down but what's done it's done and the guilt mixed with the ever-growing anxiety she was feeling at the moment was making her feel physically sick but, despite it all, despite how she at first dreaded the thought... "This is my first date, and I wish to enjoy it," she looked between them again, "And I also wish my friends felt a little excited for me, even if it is not the most ideal time,"

There was a moment of silence, and people continue to walk around them, some throwing odd looks, others not even glancing at them, Love would have felt a bit embarrassed had she cared for their opinion more than solving her current problem with her friends but she didn't. She waited as the seconds of dire silence draw out until Padma sighed and step towards Love, she sends her a small guilty smile vanishing a bit of the tension that was drowning Love.

"I do feel a little hurt but I was just being a bit dramatic, I'm sorry," 

Love smiled back at her as Padma threw an arm around her shoulders giving her a comforting squeeze and before she could say anything back to her best friend, Emmanuel grabbed her attention.

"You are right," He pursed his lips, and crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at his dirty black Converse. "It is definitely not an ideal time to go on a date."

"Emma," Padma hissed, slapping his arm.

He rolled his eyes and then his brown eyes finally gaze up to meet hers, "But I guess, once your date is over, we can go back tomorrow, after all, it's not the place but the company that makes things better, right?"

Love's smile widen as she jumped forward and enveloped him in a tight hug. "I knew you could forgive me," She smack a kiss on his cheek.

Emmanuel groaned but Love could hear a few low chuckles as he weakly tried to get her off of him. "Barely, so don't let it happen again, now get off me, you sod."

When she finally did, Padma intertwined her arms with Emma and then Love, before continuing their walk to the entrance.

"And I can't wait for the insight after the date, because you have to tell us everything and I mean every single detail, Love," Padma said, squeezing her arm a bit.

Emmanuel made a disgusted face, "I mean you can omit a few details if you know what I mean,"

"Absolutely not, those are the most important ones,"

"No, they are not,"

Padma sighs tiredly, shaking her head. "Emma, just because you have no understanding of romance doesn't mean I ought to be deprived of them,"

"You are not the one going on a date, Padma," Emma's unamused stare turns into faux confusion when he turns to his friend, "You know that right?"

"Even better, mama loves some hot gossip," she wiggles her shoulders.

Love chuckled, she felt a gorilla-like weight being lifted from her shoulders as her friends continue to banter, but no matter how relief she is that everything is back to normal with her friends, a new heavy weight settled in like it was just waiting for the moment to pound on her. The guilt was gone but the anxiety not only took its place, it doubled down. And love could recognise it, it was the anxiety she had been ignoring for the past few days. It came back to be acknowledged and she has no choice but to listen.

Oh, god!! This was her first date. Love feels her stomach twist in itself.

She heard it before she saw it, the entrance hall was erupting with students from every house, most of them being third years, they were chatting among themselves, they were loud and raucous. The excitement of the students could be palpable as she, Emmanuel and Padma walk down the marble stairs, ignoring Filch, the caretaker, who was standing inside the front doors, peered with obnoxious suspicion into their faces before checking off their names against a long list. How did he know who they were was a mystery to her but he did.

Love gulped as she stared at the many faces, she bit her lower lip, unconsciously tightening her hold on Padma's arm.

"Hey, Love,"

She turns to her friend. Padma was grinning down at her, she let go of Emma and turn to face Love fully, she grabbed her shoulders and shook her a little, her bangles clanging, "Shake off that nervousness, you're just wasting mental energy because there's nothing to be nervous about, okay?"

Love lets out a breath, her eyes meeting Padma's calm brown making her relax even just a little but certainly not enough to actually make her chest feel less tight.

"You are freaking Love Aurelia Emerson, get that through your thick skull, there's nothing to worry about,"

"I know..."

"No, you don't,"

"Yes, I do,"

Padma pointed one finger at her head, right in front of her eyes. "You have that look on your face, doesn't she Emma?"

"She does," Emma answered, who had been watching with knowing eyes, before turning to face her, "You do,"

"What look?" Love grabs Padma's finger moving it away as she looks between them.

"That face that you make before starting to catastrophize,"

Love scoffs, forcing a frown on her brows, "I do not catastrophize,"

"You do," Padma and Emmanuel answer in unison.

It seems that the only time they get along is either with Quidditch or when mugging her off. Love shakes her head."Unbelievable,"

"Love," A familiar yet unfamiliar voice called. "There you are,"

All that anxiety she had forgotten when talking to her friends return like a wave to the shore. Love turn from Padma and Emmanuel to face Ernie, he looked nice, his blonde hair combed back, Love thought he was rather cute in his brown trousers and canary yellow vest over his white shirt, he has a nice smile but it was a bit too tense, Love notice, and immediately, she couldn't help but to think back at all her choices before that moment.

"Ernie, hi," Love tried her best for her smile to come out as naturally as possible. "You look very nice,"

Ernie looked down at his clothes. "Ah, thank you, I wasn't sure about the shoes but they are rather comfortable, and I heard we are going to have to do a wee bit of walking,"

"They are nice," Love glances down at the brown shoes. She didn't voice it but his shoes reminded her of the shoes her abuelito wear to church every Sunday.

There was a moment of awkward silence. Love wasn't one of those people to expect compliments from people but she had to say she was very disappointed when instead of nice words about her outfit that she had spent hours working on, cursing Hogwarts for not having phones and keeping her from calling her sister for help, making a mess out of her room, came;

"Ah, and I believe you know Justin Finch-Fletchley," He looked to his side where the other Hufflepuff boy was uncomfortably standing, Love hadn't noticed him until now.

"Not personally but I heard of him," Love smile at the boy who smile back, and he pushed his hand out for her to shake.

Justin nodded in acknowledgement. "As I have heard of you,"

"Good things, I hope." Love chuckles playfully, using that same line she had heard people use in films.

"Well, my father works for your mum's company," Justin told her, making Love look at him in surprise. "He has worked there for years, almost twenty years, I believe,"

"Oh, he must be a great employee if he's been there that long," Love said with a pleasant smile, not knowing what else to say to Justin's sudden information. She glance at Ernie and he had a confused frown on his face, and instead of explaining she turn to her friends who had been watching it all in silence. She caught both of their eyes, there was a look they all shared. 'This is awkward' "And these are my friends,"

"Padma Patil," Padma stick her hand out with a flirty grin. Both boys shook it, Justin turning a bit pink when she winks at him when he let go of her hand before pushing Emma a bit forward, "And this is Emmanuel Salazar,"

Emma gave them a tight smile before returning his face to neutral.

"Salazar you say?" Ernie shared a look with Justin, though, Love couldn't unravel the meaning behind it.

"You couldn't possibly–"

Emmanuel huffs hotly, "No, no relations."

"Right, it's just that–"

"Alright, everyone, be silence," McGonagall's voice echoes through the hall, making everyone cease their chattering. "Now remember, these visits to Hogsmeade village are a privilege, should your behaviour reflects poorly on the school in any way that privilege shall not be extended again."

The old professor glances down at them from the top of the marble stairs, her intense gaze seemed to be scrutinising every single one of them as if to spot the ones who were most definitely going to cause trouble.

"Oh, come on, come on, let's go already," Padma impatiently groaned only for the one near her to listen.

"The carriages will be available all day until five, if you arrive after that you shall get detention. Shall you need any assistance, look for your house prefects or head boy and head girl, they are instructed to assist you with whatever you need throughout the day. Now without further delaying, let us enjoy the day,"

"Finally,"

There was a buzz emanating from everyone as the words left McGonagall's mouth and they all made their way to the awaiting carriages, the same old carriages they use when travelling to the station to the school.

"Eager for another running with a dementor, Potter?" Draco's mocking voice made her unwillingly snap her head to the side. There he was, cackling with Crabbe and Goyle as the two massive boys pretended to pass out for Draco's amusement, the only other third-year Slytherin laughing was Pansy Parkinson, the others were more preoccupied with finding a carriage.

Love couldn't help but purse her lips to keep her displeasure for him buried deep in her mind.

The thing about Draco Malfoy was that he's just like a snake, meaning that when feeling threatened he's bound to attack. He attacks and then he thinks of the consequences once the venom has spread upon its victim. Draco has lived a life where most people in it had to agree with him, but also be agreeable to be accepted in his society. To be admired by those around him and never look down upon like those other 'traitors' as he was thought to call them. He was surrounded by people who positively live by that day by day like his father, Lucius, he was the man Draco aspires to be. Why would he possibly be different when people like his father and those he surrounded himself with have all that power and money he was thought to be so important? There was a time he thought most people if given a choice would choose a life like his, however, Draco came to the shock that the life that he lived was not suited for Hogwarts, where he encountered people who think differently than he does, people that look down upon his views and him. When he got to Hogwarts he got a glimpse at a world where money and power could only take him so far and he struggles to understand that.

So, of course, Draco can't seem to comprehend why Love isn't on his side, and while all she did was try to make him see reason, all Draco saw was her pillorying him and that was simply unacceptable to him so he attacked but, regardless of how hurtful he was, here she is, stubbornly waiting for him to come up to her and make up a half-apology because each time something like this happens, which was more often than she would willingly admit, all she sees is a reaction of years of habit and she couldn't blame him for the way he was raised. La cabra siempre tira al monte. Old habits die hard. Draco is her friend, despite it all and she firmly believes he has the capacity for growth so she won't give up on that hope yet, not for a small mistake like this.

"Shall we all take one together?" Asked Justin, as they arrived at the carriages.

Padam chuckles, sending him a look over her shoulder, "Want to spend more time with me, eh?"

Justin's cheeks once again turn crimson, "I- well,- It's - "

"If we are sharing I suggest we take that carriage before anyone else does," Emmanuel said pointing at the last carriage which thankfully and conveniently was near to them.

"Shifted, people," Padma grabbed Love's and Emma's hands and sped walk to the carriage, forcing the two Hufflepuff to scramble after them and into the smelly wagon.

"I'm proper excited to see Hogsmeade, aren't you?" Padma asks, looking between the boys.

"How couldn't we?" Justin responded amicably, his smile widening as the carriage began to move. "We have heard so much about Hogsmeade from older students, I can hardly wait." 

"What are you most excited to visit?" Padma asks.

"Well, I haven't thought about it, I suppose Honeydukes would be a great choice to start with, would it?" 

Ernie had a grin on his face, his gaze slithering to Love, he lean forward and whisper. "I'm the most excited to spend it with you,"

Love can't stop the chuckles that left her, feeling her face heat up. His flattery however was not working on easing up her nerves.

"Oh yes, I have a mental list of what I want to get starting with chocolate frogs, obviously..." Padma's voice trails off as a wave of coldness washes over all of them. Love saw a shadow figure pass right by them through the small window as the carriage cross the gates of the school the closes place to the school where the Dementors were allowed to be.

Love unintentionally shudders at their presence. The dread took hold of her for a short moment before it went away.

"For Helga's grace!! How awful those things are," Ernie breathes out, trying to shake off the aftereffects of the creatures.

"Truly, I still can't believe they let them near Hogwarts." Padma huffs, shaking her head. "Anyways, where was I- uh..."

"Chocolate frogs." Emmanuel mumbles, crossing his arms and looking out the window.

"Right, I want chocolate frogs, nougats, sugar quills...."

The last of the ride went by quickly, Padma doing most of the talking, she was telling them a very detailed list of what she wanted to get from the sweet shop, Emma continue to stare at the window quietly, Love adding to Padma's rant a few times, and the two Hufflepuff boys speaking every once in a while.

When the carriage stops they all but jump out of it. Ernie, like a gentleman, tried to give Love his hand to help her out but before she could, Emmanuel pushed her out mumbling about the carriage odour but Love knew better, he was just really excited to be in Hogsmeade and did not has the patience for Ernie's attempts of wooing and if Love was being honest, she didn't either, at least not at the moment.

"This is so cool," Padma said as she took in the wizarding village like the rest of them and Love couldn't agree more, everywhere she looked from the cottages to the colourful shops to the mass of students walking about excitedly was nothing short but wonderful. This is exactly how she imagine how an all-wizard was supposed to look, straight out of a tale.

But that view was changed when a hand was lifted in front of her, "Shall we?"

Love glanced at the hand and smile up at Ernie, once again being filled with nerves, she place her hand on his, hoping it wasn't clammy and nodded. "We shall," She turns to Emma and Padma both already looking at her, not even being a little discreet. Love sent them a more genuine smile, "I'll see you two later,"

Emma nodded, sending her a small reassuring smile. "Be careful."

"Of course, you go enjoy yourself," Padma chuckles, winking at her before turning to Ernie less friendly, she pointed a finger at him, "You better make sure she has a great day, Ernie, or else I'll hit you with a brick, a heavy one too."

"Right," Ernie chuckles awkwardly, he glances at Justin who nodded as if saying 'see you later,'  he clears his throat before looking down at Love, "Let's go,"

And with that they were off into the village, walking through the cobble busy street, hand in hand.

"So, where do you want to go first?" Love asks, her eyes trailing over the several shops, glazing at the things in the windows for only a brief moment for Ernie kept a steady pace, never stopping. He seemed to be looking for something. "Oh, is that Zonkos? Why don't we–"

"I actually planned for us to do a few things, I hope you don't mind," He told her, glancing at her with a small apologetic smile. 

"Oh, n-no, not at all, it's fine," Love smile back at him. She was rather surprised he had plans for them, she thought they would just hang out and explore, go into a few shops, and perhaps have lunch... she felt just a little disappointed and wished he had talked to her about it first but it's okay, it was a thoughtful action from his part, Ernie took time to plan the date and Love didn't want to ruin it.

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Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop was lovely. It was a small yet cosy tea shop, the decoration was rather amusing in Love's opinion, the tinkle of the bell when they walked in, the bows that went from side to side along the shop, the pink colour of the walls... 

"Lovely place, isn't it?" Ernie spoke taking her attention from the china sugar bowls.

"Yeah, kind of cute, the pink certainly sets the mood," Love chuckles, glancing at the kissing couple sitting next to them. It was no secret why Ernie chose Madam Puddifoot's Shop for their first date.

Ernie went pink, he clears his throat, looking down at his lacy napkins. "It is a bit crowdy, thought, but if you like it then I'll endure it,"

Love faked out a chuckle. She felt like Ernie was making it seem like he was here just for her, making her feel a bit guilty but he could have worded it wrong, after all, it was him who planned the date, if he didn't want to be here he wouldn't have come, right?

She clear her throat, deciding to just ignore her thought and indulge in the excitement of the first date. "So, is your owl back yet? Uh- what was her name? I don't think you told me. "

"Her name is Aella, greek for Whirlwind and yes, she's very fast as I've told you, she's one of the best breeds of owls there is," His eyes shinned with pride like they did the last the sake of his owl.

"She seems like a wonderful owl,"

"She is... and what about your– err–."

Love smiles thinking back at her beloved pet, "I have a toad, his name's Hoppy, well, actually is Hopper Hoopalong Lollihops but we all call him Hoppy,"

"Your pet is a toad?" Ernie looked rather surprised.

"Yes. Why?" Love chuckles confused, not understanding why that was so surprising, plenty of students own toads.

"Nothing, it's just that I imagine you with something more..." Ernie waves his hand trying to come up with the word. "Gentler like a cat or perhaps even a rat,"

"Toads can be gentle, Hoppy is ever a gentleman." Love shrugs with a grin.

Ernie scoffs, crossing his arms, "What kind of toad is he?"

"Kind?" Love asks, confused.

"Breed, what is his breed?"

"I... don't know, I just picked the one I liked,"

"Why?" Ernie shook his head, with a frown. "Don't you know when choosing a pet the breed of it it's important?"

Love huffs out a laugh, not taking him seriously. "What?"

"Yes, the breed can tell you a lot about their behaviour and how to take care of them mean, when I chose to get an owl as a pet I would have never chosen one just because they are pretty, I mean yes, I suppose appearance is important but they are not people to care about their beauty and dare I say that—"

Ernie went on a rant about why the breed is important, he wasn't just taking a piss, he went on and on about why choosing the best breed can be beneficial for oneself and what not, if she didn't know better she would have thought Ernie could have been one of those purebloods who glorify their pedigree. The topic of conversation went from owls to the Fwooper, which was okay if he had let her get to give her opinion about the bright magical birds, instead, he went on to explain what they were, probably thinking she didn't know about them. At one point in his rant, Love excuse herself to the toilet. 

The loo was just as she imagine, decorated with bows, two vanity tables with all a girl could need, and pink walls with just two stalls, one of which was occupated. Love didn't need to go to the loo, she just needed a moment to herself. 

The date was going well, Ernie's sweet and sure, maybe it was a little boring but it could be worst. Love looked at herself in the mirror, tilting her head down at her clothes wishing she could have called Kiara, maybe Ernie would have said something about it if she had her sister's help, then her gaze travelled to her hair, did she brush her hair nicely? She did try her best to give it a bit of shape, though with hairpins she somehow manage to style it like those girls from the magazines.

"Shit. Shit. Shit."

Love frowns as she heard the girl from inside the stall, looking at the closed pink wooden door through the mirror.

"Fuck my life."

"Hello?" Love turns to face the door, "Are you all right?"

"Aye, mind your soddin' business, will ya?" The girl curses her off, her tone harsh as they come.

Love backs away from the door, a bit offended. "Right. Sorry, just wanted to help,"

"I ain't ask for it, innit?"

"You're right, my mistake," Love huffs, rolling her eyes, she went back to gaze herself in the mirror. People can be so damn rude for no reason.

Half satisfied with how she looked, Love turn to leave but just as she turned the door opened and the mysterious rude girl came out of it. Her brown eyes were narrow when her eyes settle on Love making her already sour face look grimmer.

"What the fuck are ya looking at?" She all but barked at her.

Love purses her lips, it will probably be unwise to say anything as the girl looked older than she is, maybe a fifth year, her feature are certainly mature, the slope of her nose and high cheekbones... she had a rough edge of her look but she was rather pretty, Love would have complemented her black curly hair as it was put on a nice bum but the girl made it known she didn't appreciate her voice or opinions.

"I was just leaving," Love mumbled, as she finally turn around to leave the girl came out of the stall Love caught the sight of red on the girls white pants making her halt on her steps. It had to be what she thought it was.

"Oh, my days, ya wee shit," The girl turn to set her hard glare on her, and she took a few threatening steps towards her. "If ya continue to look at me, I will hex ya fuckin–"

"You have a stain," Love told the girl, she pointed at her pants.

The girl rolled her eyes so hard Love thought they would get stuck. "I know ya little fuck, now leave me alone, my day is already ruined, I ain't want to get expelled for cursin' a fuckin third year."

Love purses her lips in indignation, and with a huff she turned and left, cursing the girl in her head all she wanted to do was to help her but Love will leave her to do as she wants, she will leave her no matter if she... if she clearly needs her help,  Love only made it two steps out before she stubbornly turn back into the toilets. The girl had a deep frown on her face while she was holding her wand near the red stain looking at it through the mirror and trying to straighten herself when Love barge back in but she caught all of that.

The girl groans loudly, looking at the heavens. "Ya little–"

"Did you try a spell on it?" Love asks, motioning to the stain.

"It's not any of ya fuckin business," The girl snapped, pointing her wand at her.

Love, feeling a little frightened but hiding it well, took off her cardigan and hold it out for the girl to take. "Here. If the spell doesn't work you can use it to cover it."

"I ain't wearin' ya ugly jumper." The girl glare at her and the piece of clothing in her hand, however, there was more than just anger behind that glare, one Love could identify as confusion.

Love sighs, she moves to place the cardigan on top of the vanity table."It's just an option in case your spell isn't working, if you don't want to don't wear it."

"Why do ya care if I leave this bathroom with a stain on my flippin' pants," The girl hadn't dropped her glare but it did soften a tiny bit.

"Because I've been taught to help when needed," Love glanced at her before she once again made her way to the door, "And I am also a girl who looks out for other girls."

With that, she went back to her table, where the tea and food seems to have arrived. Ernie and she ordered something to share, a big plate with small cakes and pastries, she couldn't wait to try them... and it seems Ernie couldn't either for when she sat back down in front of him, he seems to be halfway through the plate.

"What took so long?" Ernie asks, drinking from his teacup after swallowing whatever cake was in his mouth.

Love glanced from the plate to him, the frown easing into a reluctant smile, "Oh, there was a queue for the toilet."

Ernie hums accepting the answer, he motions her cup of tea which she notices was full, "I served your tea, ginger, right?"

"Yes, thank you," Love took a sip of it, relishing how good it tasted, it's been a while since she drank ginger tea. She grabbed a pasty as Ernie went for the meaty small ball, "Are they good?"

Ernie nodded, shoving the small ball in his mouth, "Yes, there was this really good eclair, and the spinach patty, to die for."

"They do sound rather good, I've tried a few eclairs before and I have to say that no matter what they are always good," Love told him, taking a bite out of her cheesy pasty.

Suddenly the boy coughed, he hit his chest before taking a sip of his tea, making Love frown in worry, she leans forward. "Are you all right, Ernie?"

He swallowed the last of his tea and nodded, he smiles as he turns to face her, "I'm all right, Love, but I'm touched by your concern."

When the scent hit her nose, Love recoils to the back of her chair. What was that? Because holy shit.

"What?" Ernie asks, a frown forming on his face as he watches her actions.

Love opened her mouth to answer but words just don't seem to form as another round of stinkiness made its way to her nose. It didn't take a lot to know that it was Ernie's stink. How is she to tell him that his mouth smelled like something died in it and was rotting?

He asks again, leaning forward to whisper. "What is it, Love? Are you okay?"

Oh, God.

"Mhmm, yes all good," Love held her breath, leaning back into her chair as much as she could trying to look as subtle as possible.

"Are you positive?"

Love nodded, taking a large gulp of her tea, before exhaling on the cup and inhaling back again. The air wasn't clean in the cup but at least it didn't smell like... well, like Ernie. How did she not notice he smelled like that before? She had been in close proximity to him, there was no way she wouldn't have noticed it then so what change? When she looked up at Ernie once again, he was happily munchkin on the last of the pasties on the plate. At this point she didn't really care he ate all of them, her appetite was gone anyways.

"So, Justin said his father works for your mum," He swallowed the cake, looking at her he continue, "How's that?"

"Uh... well, my mum, she owns a company back in the muggle world," Love needed to exhale, she was practically choking. She took hold of her almost empty cup, swallowed what was left and exhaled as silently as she could before taking another long inhale.

"She does? Whoa, that's rather impressive, what is it about?"

"Energy," Love was slapped with another whiff of repugnant odour. It seems that even not breathing wasn't enough to escape what death probably smells like. "Jesus Bendito."

"What was that?" Ernie asks, puzzlement written on his face.

"I was just– I want to walk around for a bit, you know, look around the village," Love tells him, hoping that he agrees to leave so she could be in the open air.

Ernie frowns at her before looking around at the couples,  Love did the same however she couldn't really stare too long because most of them were snogging each other off, surprisingly she caught sight of the loo girl, setting in front of a handsome boy and wrapped around her waist was her cardigan and a smile on her face. If someone was going to have a pleasant rest of the day, it clearly wasn't Love. So she's glad she helps someone else to have one.

"Oh, well, if you wish but I thought we...uh could have gotten to know each other a bit better, without distractions and all," Ernie turned pink as he set his gaze on the teacup in his hands, and Love was sure she was matching his colour, maybe she was even sporting a tinge of purple in her cheeks, y'know, for the lack of air.

"Oh, come on Ernie, let's be adventurous," Love tried her best to smile as if she wasn't two seconds away from falling unconscious yet again this year. Now wouldn't that be embarrassing?

Ernie gaze at her for a moment before nodding, and getting up from his chair, "I'll go pay, you can wait outside if you–"

"Yes, I'll wait outside," In all but seconds, Love grabbed her bag and was out the door.

Love wheezes as she exhales, before inhaling again. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. She places her hands on her knees as she continues to take heavy breaths. This is the closes she has come to dying, Jesus knows that not even her brother's farts smell that bad and that is saying a lot.

Straightening up and leaning back into a wall, Love started to think, what happened? It surely had to be something he ate but what? Was it one of the pasties? No, obviously not, if Madam Puddifoot's sell something that made her customers' breath stank of all that's evil on this planet then she would be out of business in a month, hell, Love gives it a week before it shuts down. Because who in their right mind would sell something like that, the only other option was that it had to be a prank, someone was pranking Ernie, the poor boy, but why though? Ernie is well-liked, isn't he? She knows he's a bit popular among his peers, he's never been libellous against those who aren't from his house, at least not that knows of. Ernie's a good student, a good person, so why would anyone do this to him... or maybe it's not Ernie the prank it's directed at, maybe it's at her? Oh, Rowena what if it is her who the culprits wanted to prank? But why? What had she done? No, she hadn't done anything wrong. Maybe it's a prank from Ernie and his friends, like a dare of some sort? They dare him to ask her out and see how much she could handle of this new form of deathly torture. Ernie wouldn't do that, would he? He's nice... but then again what if all she knows about him is a lie. What if it is a dare and as soon as they part ways he'll go straight to his friends and laugh because she literally almost dies to avoid telling him he stinks and then the whole school is going to know and it's gouging to be her. That would be so humiliating. Stinky is going to be her new nickname, everyone will call her that... Love's stomach dropped, Professor Lupin will probably hear about it too, he'll think she stinks. She feels faint. Oh, Love needs to throw up. All those plans she made for becoming Mrs Lupin, all to the garbage, he'll never want to marry someone with the nickname of stinky.She's going to be single for the rest of her life. No one would want her. No one. She's going to be alone for the rest of her life. Not even Padma and Emmanuel. Oh, her best friends, she's going to be dragged down with her. Oh no no no. She couldn't do that to her friends but she knows they'll never leave her alone. She'll have to leave Hogwarts to protect them. They know where she lives so she can't even go to her family because they'll follow her there. She'll get a job somewhere to live away.... But Is she even going to get a job? Love knows how quickly rumours spread in the wizarding world. Who would hire someone whose nickname is Stinky? No one that's who. She'll be poor and with no place to live. She'll end up living in the mountains, alone and— 

"Love!!"

Her head snapped to the side where Ernie is looking at her worriedly.

"Are you all right? I called you like five times?"

She felt like she wanted to cry as another death-scented breath of air made its way into her nose. Merlin, she just can't tell him and she can't be the bitch that ends the date right after he paid for tea and cake but she can't spend another minute near him.

Love bottles her small thoughts up and smiles at him, "Yes, I'm good, now let's go,"

"Where do you want to–"

She, grudgingly, grabbed his hand and was practically speed walking, going from one store to another, only staying for a few minutes to see the basics and get the gist of what the store sells before moving to the next. Ernie tried to keep up with her, speaking to her whenever she slowed down, Love gave him a few short answers, always making sure to not sound rude but still being quick with her words before they speed walk to the next store.  

"Why don't we slow down a bit?" Ernie asks as they left Ceridwen's Cauldrons, pulling Love back by her hand forcing him to stop.

Love holds her breath and grins playfully, or at least she hopes that's the vibe she's giving on, "Because, silly Ernie we should walk to... get in shape, y'know, for all those calories from the cakes and pastries we ate."

"But–"

"Oh, is that a grocery shop for plants? How interesting." She pulled him back into walking, heading to The Magic Neep.

Sooner rather than later, they are done visiting most of the shops in Hogsmeade and inside the carriages. She'll never call them smelly again. Love stares out the window at the village thinking back to the stores she visited, the one they took a bit of time was Honeydukes, where they parted ways for a moment much to Love's relief, to get their sweets, Love bought two chocolate frogs and a single sugar quill, she would have probably gotten more things but Ernie insisted on paying and she didn't felt comfortable spending money that wasn't hers and two she wasn't in the right state of mind at the moment. And they also took time when they visited the post office, where they encountered hundreds of owls Ernie wouldn't stop speaking about Aella, pointing out that the breed of birds they use for the fastest owl which was colour-coded red, was the same breed as her but of course, his was faster. That was the third time in the day were Love was close to passing out. But Merlin did that boy adores his owl.

Thankfully, they had to share the carriage with some older students, two girls, (who didn't care much about them and talked all the way to the castle about one of the girl's boyfriends, he wanted to live with her after graduation but the girl wants to break up with him as soon because she started to fancy his friend who apparently fancies her back but not before her birthday because her boyfriend said he was going to buy her some pearl earrings) Geez, now that is very messed up. The two older girls' chat served as a distraction for both her and Ernie since neither of them talk and only bestow themselves into listening to the gossip. It wasn't until they were at the marble stairs that Love spoke.

"This has been nice," Love send him a smile, one that she wasn't sure was genuine as she knows now is the time she has to once again hold her breath.

Ernie nodded, smiling down at her, "It has, I really enjoy spending Hogsmaedes with you, Love."

"You were pretty great too," Love waves a dismissive hand.

"You really think so?" Ernie took a step closer.

No, please no. Step back.

Love nods, humming with a tight smile on her face. "Mhm, yeah, of course, anyways, Ernie, I really need to go because—"

"What? Now?" Ernie took another step closer and grabbed her hands in his, peering down at her, with big blue eyes. Step back, please. "Why? Let me walk you to your common room."

"Now that wouldn't be wise, would it?" Love took a step back, setting her hands free from the boy's hold. "Why go all the way up to the Ravenclaw tower when your common room is practically just around the corner?"

"Is what a gentleman does,"

"Ah, don't worry Ernie, I don't need a gentleman," Love chuckles, taking another step back, practically halfway into the castle.

"But–"

"I need to pee, Ernie!" Love almost shouted for the whole students to hear, but she was desperate to get away and in desperate times, desperate measures. "And I really need to go right now,"

Ernie blinks, his face turning red once again, Love doesn't understand why he's the one embarrassed in this situation but alas, it's proving to be successful. "Right, sorry, don't let me keep—"

"Bye, Ernie thanks for the tea and sweets,"

She was gone like the wind, finally free and if hadn't been for the fact that her name was called she would have forgotten about her little freakout.

"Miss Emerson,"

Turning, she came face to face with none other than James Potter, a renowned Auror and quite a  famous man for surviving Voldemort, along with his wife and son, Love was awfully confused about why he, of all people, was calling her name and smiling at her, his smile was so welcoming, Love felt oddly warm about it like his smile was a hug she would have a smile back if it hadn't been for the two-man next to him. One who had dark hair and strikingly grey eyes that shine with nothing but mischievousness, he had this aloofness attached to his persona that practically oozes out of him, he was rather handsome, both he and James were handsome but definitely not as handsome as Professor Remus Lupin, who was smiling warmly at her from next to James Potter... then the thought hit her. He's going to think she stinks if her prank theory proves itself to be correct. Of course, it's going to be correct, what kind of person goes around pranking Ernie of all people? He and his friends are probably pranking her, or maybe Ernie doesn't even know, in that case, they both got pranked but they'll go easy on him because he is their friend and he'll forget about it and forgive them because they are his friends after all, but that treatment would not be extended for her, and they'll make fun of her and she–

"Hey, Love Emerson, right?" James Potter continues to smile at her, his hazel eyes staring down at hers. "How are you doing, darling? All better I hope?"

Love purses her lips and nodded, before giving him a tight smile, she doesn't want to speak with anyone right now "I'm all right, Mr Potter but soon I won't be because I'll be probably living in a cave,"

She walks right past them, not even noticing the baffled look they all give her. She just couldn't face anyone right now. Love made her way to her common room in record time, even with all the students walking about in the hallways and stairs. She was itching to get to her room and sleep all day, all night until the music stops as the phrase says, indulging herself in the last moments of pace in Hogwarts before she becomes a pariah of society.

What is the end of everything?

It seems the eagle has taken notice of her mood and given her an easy riddle. Love didn't even need to think about it for the answer was right in the riddle. Without much waiting the door quickly opened, and Love all but bolted inside.

"Hey Love, how did–"

At Padma's voice, Love stopped and turn to where she was lounging with Emma on the sofas, both with massive bags of products from Zonkos, Honeydukes and who knows what else. She's going to miss them. She's going to miss time like this.

"I'm going to live in the forest, in a cave, and I'm going to miss you all so much,"

With that, she turns back and went straight to her dormitory. Thankfully, there was no one there so Love took her shoes off and just manage to climb into bed before the door was slapped open as Padma came barging in, a hard look on her face.

"All right, tell me what happened on that date that got you catastrophizing?" 

Love sends her a glare before pushing herself under her covers, "I do not catastrophize,"

"Then what do you call this?" Padma places her hands on her hips much like a mother would as she scowls at her kids.

"Being reasonable," Love calls from under the covers. She was being reasonable, right?

Love didn't need to see Padma to know she was rolling her eyes, she could feel it in her bones she was most definitely doing it. "Sure, because thinking you're going to be living in a cave is a reasonable response for any situation."

"Leave me alone, Padma."

"Love, bloody hell, get this through your skull," Padma pulled her covers off of her, leaving her feeling naked. Both girls glare at each other. "You are catastrophizing, my dear friend."

"I–"

"You are overthinking, you are in panic mode right now, obsessive over something that will never happen," Padma came to sat down next to her, her back leaning on one of the four posts, "You need to relax and tell me, what got are you overthinking?"

Love purses her lips, she knew she was overthinking, she just lost control there for a second or two. She held her hand out, "Give me back my blanked and I'll tell you,"

Without waiting, Padma passes her the covers. Love engulfs herself in them, enjoying the warmth her covers give her, she glances a Padma and holds her arm up, motioning for her to cover herself too and when she does, when both girls were tucked in the safety blanket, Love begins the tale of the boy with dragon breath.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it.

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fic recs!!!!!!!!!! fic recs!!!!!

my unashamedly smutty fic rec is one i forget the name of where i think it’s 7th year watford and simon walks in on baz with a dildo up his arse and then (blushes for an eternity, obviously and then) asks baz to show him about it and it escalates and by the end they’re in love 😍

hahah why hello there anon!!! What an entrance. Welcome to the blog.

You know, I think I have read that fic!! I also can't remember the name of it but 🥵

For you and all the people I have co-opted into reading these books, I will list some of my favourite Snowbaz fics...this is by no means a complete list, but I think about these all the time and have the epubs saved.

Restoration Ecology by @captain-aralias - this is a post-Carry On canon divergent fic and it is EVERYTHING. [Simon has never forgiven Baz for ruining his life at the start of eighth year. He’d hoped never to see Baz again. Ever. But when Baz applies for a position on the Coven, it’s impossible not to hire him. So – now, they’re working together. And as much as Simon wants to continue hating Baz, the dead spots between them are starting to heal …]

This Will All Go Down In Flames by @facewithoutheart - BAND AU! BAND AU! After the fall of the Watford Goats, the two stars get back together to re-record their last album, but they haven't spoken in 10 years...takes place in Austin, TX. I love it. I think about it twice a week.

The Mirrors That Hold Us by @artsyunderstudy - My favourite Simon Snow fic. Honestly anything that Ashton writes is fucking amazing, but this one is Carry On divergent and broke my heart and then put it back together. They are also writing Someone Wicked at the moment and it is SO GOOD. Recommend everything they do.

Rebel Rebel by BasicBathsheba - The rebelverse series is everything to me. It tells the story of what happened in the early years at Watford and then is canon divergent. Sequel Golden Years is just as amazing. For Marauders fans, it's sort of like the ATYD of the Simon Snow series. Sort of.

Hang The Moon by @captain-aralias - Arranged marriage! There is also a sequel. [when the Old Families offer the Mage a deal that will put an end to their conflict, he accepts. Simon hates everything about the deal. (And his life. And he definitely hates Baz.) He’s only going along with his part in it because he’s the Mage’s Heir and he has to. There definitely aren’t any other reasons.]

network connectivity problems by BasicBathsheba - TEXTING FIC! Simon texts a number he thinks is IT. It is not.

Local Hero by BasicBathsheba & breadofgod - football (soccer) au! Baz is a world famous footy star, Simon runs the fan pub in his home town and is his biggest fan. Baz is suddenly back in town, trying to keep a low profile. Enemies (sort of) to Lovers. READ IT.

We Still Bloom by @artsyunderstudy - I couldn't post this list without including this absolutely perfect Hanahaki disease fic!! The art for this is absolutely stunning (as is all the art for Ashton's fics).

Slings and Eros by palmimpressed - This is a WIP but it's so good. It's a loose interpretation of the Eros and Psyche myth.

Unintended by @captain-aralias - Fake relationship trope! They are just best friends pretending to be engaged and are definitely not in love with each other....

Four Funereal Weddings and An American Stag Do by @captain-aralias - AWTWB au. Simon walks out in chapter 10 and doesn't come back. Nine months later, Baz sees him at a wedding. Another one that breaks my heart and puts it together again.

Large Black Coffee by BasicBathsheba - Coffee shop au. Every day Baz comes in to get coffee, and every day he finds a new insult on his cup.

Let My Love Open The Door by tbazzsnow - This is a quarantine fic, but please don't let that deter you. It's so lovely. Baz is a teacher stuck at home, Simon is the delivery driver from the local pub he orders from. They become friends and then some, all through the door of Baz's house.

Paperback Writer by BasicBathsheba - Publishing au! If you haven't figured it out yet, this author never misses. Baz is a junior editor, Simon is an author. [Sir Scone is the bane of Baz’s life. Trite children’s fantasy with a golden hero and ferocious dragons and intrepid princesses. They’re wildly popular, and Baz hates editing them almost as much as he hates the man who writes them: Simon Salisbury, Mage’s pet project author, and also maybe, possibly, the most handsome man Baz has ever met.]

Bite Me by TheWeatherBee - [When Simon’s magic makes a spell out of “bite me” during a fight, Baz finds he can’t eat anything until he’s bitten Simon. Which he won’t do. No matter how much Simon wants him to.] Hot.

5 Days, 5 Nights, All-Inclusive by RooBadly - [Simon Snow (29, single, and working for the Coven) finds himself press-ganged into covering for the usual guide on the Coven's yearly tour of magickal Britain. All he has to do is read from the cards and make sure the same number of mages gets back on the coach as got off. Doable. Until he sees the guest list. And then it's time to sow some chaos.]

This Must Be The Place by BasicBathsheba - This one made me cry, what of it. [Simon is stuck in juvenile care over the summer. He's lonely, disillusioned, and desperate to talk to Penny. But when he makes a Snapchat to try to contact her, he ends up talking to the most unlikely person.]

[youstopmyheartfrom50feets]

Angst/Very Light Suggestive Smut. 2847 words. Inspired by the song 'The Other Woman' by Lana Del Rey.

Trigger warnings:- cheating/infidelity, suggestive mature themes, mature language.

A/N:- Play this video in the background for an enhanced reading experience.

3rd Person POV

She quickly brushed her fingers through her curls for the last time and looked at her reflection in the mirror in a quick glance. She could see a perfectly dolled-up woman with thousands of hopes and desires in her eyes. She smiled to herself and sprayed his favourite french perfume all over her.

She rushed down the stairs into the living room and glanced at the clock. It was almost midnight. It wasn't uncommon for James to come home this late but she was kind of hoping he'd come early tonight.

Today was their Anniversary and she knew he didn't forget because he himself wished her this morning. She couldn't help but feel the butterflies in her stomach when she remembered his words this morning.

It was like any other day, she woke up to an empty bed which she made with so much perfection, not a single wrinkle was to be seen. James usually returned home late and slept in the guest room, so as to not disturb her. She was going through her daily routine of freshening up and then preparing breakfast for her and James in the kitchen, when she heard footsteps approaching her. Thinking he was just there to grab a glass of water like every morning she didn't pay much attention to him but something unusual happened in a very usual morning. James grabbed his glass of water but instead of heading back out he turned to his left and kissed her temples.

"Happy Anniversary, Love." He said in his husky, morning voice."

"You too, Jamie." She replied, barely able to keep of that girlish smile off her face.

He just smiled at her and went on with his routine, unaware of the beautiful storm brewing in her heart.

His one little jesture made her clean the entire house, change every curtain, every bedsheet, every pillow cover.She even cut a bunch of flowers from the backyard and put them in each room. She went on to have a full spa treatment and get all embossed for her Jaime.

He was so sweetly unaware of the effect he had on her, how his little jestures would put a smile on her just like the one playing on her lips right now.

She was staring at her manicured nails when the sparkling diamond embedded in her engagement ring. Her smile widened thinking about the day he proposed.

It was a crisp Autumn evening and James had invited her to meet him at a park near River Thames. She had dressed up as good as possible and with a rosy glow on her cheeks due to the cold breeze, she got the location a few minutes earlier. When James arrived a few minutes late, the sun was already setting, reflecting a beautiful scarlet hue on the river. If an artist were to paint the scenery, he would've gotten confused as to which was a brighter shade of red, the sunset or her billowy hair. In that serene environment, James bent down on one knee and got straight to the point.

"Love, I suck at speeches so I won't waste my time on confessing my eternal love for you, so without the cliched confession, will you marry me?"

She couldn't say anything. Water sparkled both in the river and her green eyes. She could do nothing but bite her lips and nod her head in a yes.

Moments later Sirius and Peter would jump out of the bushes, congratulating them.

She couldn't help but go down the memory lane. The lane that took her back to Hogwarts. She clearly remembered the day she officially met James. There wasn't a single soul in Hogwarts who didn't know that Marauders. She did too, in fact she was close friends with Remus, close enough to know about his 'little fury secret', but this closeness was limited to only Remus. His friends were mere acquaintances to her, the only contact with them being the polite smile that she gave them while acknowledging Remus.

It was one fateful day, she was sitting under a willow tree, reading a book, when Sirus practically dragged James in front her and spoke to her with a grin.

"Hello Moony's friend, I am Moony's other friend Sirius and he is Moony's other, other friend James. James here wants some new female company, will you please do the honours of being James' first girlfriend in his sixteen year long life." Sirius gave his monologue with a dramatic tone.

She had to quickly settle down the butterflies dancing in your stomach and said with a smile,

"I'd love to but only if you wouldn't tag along with us on our dates."

This made James laugh and assure her,

"Don't worry, if he does something like that, I would personally hex him."

That tone if assurance and the charming smile made the heat creep up her cheeks.

She remembered their first date, his romantic dialogues and the warm butterbeer they had shared.

She remembered their first kiss. It was out in the open, in the middle of the yard, beside the fountain, with atleast 50 students watching. She had felt a sense of pride bloom in her when he decided to show the world who she belonged to.

And how could she forget the night they lay together the first time. The nervousness, the excitement, the desire were all making her dizzy. She was visiting James' parents for the first time, it was a big step for them but she was ready. In the night, James had snuck in her room to makeout with her but things going a little too heated and James asked her the question, his hands moving all over her body.

"Wanna do it?, I can cast the protection spell."

It was a simple question but it sent shock waves throughout hey body. She did what she did almost all the time in front of him. She bit her lips and nodded her head.

If she closed her eyes she could still feel his hands on her bare body. How he took his time with her, covering her neck in hickeys, sending waves of pleasure down her spin.

She remembered the increase in her heartbeat seeing him all bare in front of. A sight only she could witness

"Try to keep it low and ask me to stop if it becomes too much." He had said to her gently.

He then proceeded to give her a taste of heaven, he made her wish for the time to stop, so that he continues the movements with his hips for the rest of eternity.

No drug in this world could have given her the feeling of ecstasy that the feeling of being full with James gave her.

Thinking of that night still makes her stomach tighten and her body to long for his touch.

James had always been dedicated to his work, which resulted in him coming home late and finding her asleep in their bedroom. Their intercourse had become rare, only doing the deed on special occasions. Today was such an occasion, they had been married for two years.

Too lost in her thoughts, the lonesome queen didn'tnotice that James had already entered their house. It was only when James stumbled upon the coat rack that she noticed his presence. She quickly rushed towards the doorway to support James. When she got near him she could easily smell the Fire Whiskey coming from him. She could've sworn she heard something crack inside of her.

She quickly helped him up the stairs in their bedroom. She lay him on the bed and removed his shoes. She moved towards his face to take off his glasses when he took hold of her hand and pulled her on the other side of the bed.

He started scattering kisses on her neck and taking of her clothes. He took off her expensive pashmina shawl and threw it at the ground like it costed noting. He wasted no time and practically ripped out the Satin dress from her body.

He took a moment to appreciate her matching lace undergarments but then went back to devouring her lips with a ferocious passion. He quickly freed himself from his clothes and again hovered over her. Usually James would hold both her hands on top of her head. To spice things up, they even tried bondage from time to time, so she had rarely touched him during coitus. But, tonight he did nothing of the sort, he used one hand to keep him hovering over her and the other buried deep inside her underpants, his lips never leaving hers.

In the heat of the moment,even if she tried to place her hands on his back but every time he would place them back on the top of her head but tonight he didn't stop her from touching him. She scratched his back with her long nails, eliciting a grown from his lips. To her his sounds of pleasure were the purest form of music. This new-found intamacy was making her crave for more.

She saw stars when James suddenly entered her, making the both of them moan at the same time. He kept rutting in her wet pussy in a feverish pace. She felt all sorts of vibrations in her body, lust for her husband fogging her eyes. She bit James' ear to fasten his pace. She covered his neck with hickeys.

The perfect rythm of James' hips drew both of them near the edge. She could feel the knot in her stomach tighten more and more after each thrust and also how his pace was faultering. She felt him twitch inside her but then something happened that destroyed every strand of pleasure in her body.

"Lily! Shit I'm close." Those were the first words James had spoken to her on their Anniversary night.

That name. That damn name. The name that had been the bane of her existence.

One moment her face that was contoured in a sensual expression, the other it was stoic like an statue. Her body became numb, jerking back and forth due to James' thrusts.

James' didn't last much longer after that and came inside of her with a string of curses and that wretched name.

"Fuck, fuck , fuck fuck! Lily! Shit!"

She could faintly hear his heavy breathing over her thudding heartbeats.

She felt the crack inside her grow every second and before she knew it, a single tear fell from the corner of her eye, something inside her shattering like glass.

She came back to her senses when James lifted his weight off her and fell limp on the other side of the bed.

She got up from the bed and cleaned herself in the bathroom. She then wore his shirt that was thrown carelessly on the ground. That's when she realised that it wasn't her heart that shattered, it was the bubble she had created when she started going out with James.

She knew it because, she couldn't just smell the Fire Whiskey and his woody perfume from his shirt, she could smell the citrusy perfume that clearly belonged to a female. Now, she could also clearly see the red lipstick stains on his collar that was smuged in an attempt to clean it.

She couldn't wear the shirt anymore, since she felt another presence beside her husband's. She quickly removed it as if it was burning her body and threw it back on the floor.

Instead she opted to wear one of her night gowns and climbed down stairs. She went down to the kitchen and started boiling water in the kettle for a cup of tea. Then she sat down on the dinning table, gulping down the dinner she made for James.

She wondered to herself, how could she be so blind. She saw those little gestures in a whole different light now.

Sirius made him ask her out when Lily refused to go out with him for a thousandth time, this time clearly stating that she wanted to focus on her career and he stood no chance whatsoever.

During their first date, they were not alone in The Three Broomsticks, just a few tables away was Lily Evans along with her friends.

When he kissed her in the open yard, Lily was one of the 50 students. She refused to believe it back then but now she was sure that James' eyes did flicker toward the bench where Lily was sitting.

The once one of the most romantic proposals In her eyes, had now become a hollow moment lacking any and all emotions on his sight.

She now remembered Remus' absence that day and the conversation that they had after that.

"Didn't James tell you he was gonna propose?" She had asked him.

"He did." Remus had replied munching on his chocolate.

"Then why weren't you there with Sirius and Peter." She had questioned back.

"That's because I don't want you to marry him."

"But why?"

"Why? You don't see why? Hon, he doesn't love you, you're a replacement for Lily. Please don't do this, he won't keep you happy." Remus had voiced his concerns.

She didn't say anything back and got up from her place.

" You'll get the card in a few days, please come, I don't have many people whom I call my friends."

But when Remus didn't show up at their wedding either, she went to his place to confront him.

"How could you do this Rem. Your two closest friends tied a knot and you didn't find the time to at least show up."

"I have told you this before and I'm going to say it again, I don't think he'll keep you happy and I couldn't come and just watch my closest friend get her life ruined by my other close friend." Remus had calmly answered her.

"What makes you think he won't keep me happy!" She had screamed at him.

"Honey....... Other women are never happy." He had hesitated a bit.

"Remus, I am married to him, how can I possibly be the other woman."

"The other woman isn't the mistress, dove, it's the woman who's the second choice and you know Lily has always been his first choice. It's a matter of time before they get together behind your back, I have seen the way they look at each other." Remus had explained.

"James would never do that to me and Lily clearly told him he wanted to focus on her career." She had reasoned.

"And now that she is an accomplished healer, she would want to focus on other aspects of her life." Remus had tried to explain the situation.

"I'll never be the other woman, I will always be better than her." She had stated.

And it was true, she was better than her. Lily was academically brilliant but she was both academically and athleticaly strong. She was the keeper for her house quidditch team. Lily didn't care about her looks but she was always dressed up in perfectly crisp uniform or in an outfit that complimented the latest fashion trend. She was better than her in every aspect and Lily knew this. She had said so herself. Lily visited her in the dressing room when she was getting ready for her wedding.

"You look beautiful." Lily had complimented.

"Thanks."

"You know I have always been jealous of you. You're perfect in all the aspects where I fail." Lily had stated, masking her jealousy in laughter.

After only a few months of their marriage, people had began warning her about the budding proximity between her husband and a certain red-head but she had chosen to ignore them and stay in her bubble. But today when her husband moaned her rival's name in her ear, her bubble had bursted and the reality had hit her hard on the face.

She put the empty plate on the sink and went back to her bedroom to find her man sprawled on the bed.

She carefully placed herself in the empty space on the bed, her back facing the man she loved. The pain of loving a man who would never love her back seemed new to her but the feeling felt oddly familiar.

Her gaze went on the wall where James had stuck countless polaroids accounting for the countless happy moments of his life but one polaroid always caught her attention.

The picture of her standing alone in a wheat field in her wedding dress. Whenever she saw this photo before today, she could see a Happy woman, hopelessly in love with her man. But now a she could see was her future.

A future where she'll cry herself to sleep e every night. A future where as the years pass she'll be alone.

All Alone.

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A/N:- I reposted this because I got a Community label, so I changed the smutty part and made it Pg 13. If you want to read the original version, I'll be uploading it on my Wattpad soon.

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[moonchats]

MY SPENCER HEADCANONS

(which are canon cos i said so(also a lot dont align to what we know as canon, like i talk a lot about stuff that includes technology but shhh let me have my fun))

fav ice cream flavour is vanilla, but not any of the posh vanilla with the dots in, has to be the cheap shit because the flavour doesn’t get boring after a couple spoons

he never actually ties his top shirt button up he just tightens his tie enough so it looks tied because it hurts his throat

loves cultural food, like any religion or country he’s took an interest in that week he makes sure to try a dish from there

fucking loves spiderman

loves jodie whitticker as the thirteenth doctor because he loved the storyline and got upset when he realised everyone hated her

didn’t realise he was bisexual because he didn’t realise that it wasn’t ‘normal’ to like boys too

LOVES CHILDRENS FANTASY LIKE ANY WORLD BUILDING FANTASY OR DYSTOPIAN HE FUCKING LOVES

sorry i was really passionate about that. also his fav colour is lavender but he makes everything he owns green (like phone cases, notebooks etc) cos he chose that as his dedicated colour when he was younger

he didn’t like jumpers or cardigans for ages because didn’t like the feeling of the toughness of the wool and then he realised clothes have different materials and he realised he hated microfibre because fuck microfibre everyone should hate microfibre

i know we know he likes classical music but i think he loves romantic music of any kind, like as long as it’s romantic he loves it, like romantic goth,classical,pop anything cos my like bbygirl is such a romance girly at heart

is an avid converse wearer/collector

journals like hell, like every thought he thinks he writes it down

tells hotch he’s in therapy but actually he just talks to himself in the mirror and says that’s enough

likes matpat and game theory (because he’s autistic?? i have yet to meet a fellow neurodivergent that hasn’t had a game theory phase)

once had a stim which was just jacksepticeyes intro and derek thoight he was speaking another language because his irish accent was so bad

writes in-depth character analysis’ on his favourite characters and posts them and once one of them was so well detailed it was literally used more as a guide than canon (like atyd has with the marauders)

fucking adored rent because he’s a theatre kid at heart because i said so

[saintsenara]

What are your guilty pleasure tropes?

thank you for the ask @sarafina-sincerity!

forced proximity of any kind

i've answered specifically about one example of this - marriage law fics - here, but the main trope i'm a slut for is absolutely, one hundred percent, without a doubt anything which requires two people who don't want to have to spend time together having to spend time together. with sexy results.

enemies-to-lovers

let's all be honest, one's emotional investment in one's enemy is often more profound than in one's friend. let's also be honest, people become enemies because they have things in common. combine those similarities with the emotional investment? sexy results.

narrative mirror pairings

unsurprisingly, there's often quite a lot of overlap between this and the above. the harry potter series loves assigning its characters to narrative pairs whose roles in the story are the mirror images of each other, but whose personalities, dreams, desires, experiences, motivations etc. are often very similar. and the narrative mirror pairings which fall under this category are always exceptional: harry potter/tom riddle; draco malfoy/ron weasley (getting slept on because of drarry); sirius black/severus snape and so on... sexy results.

magical worldbuilding which feels magical

a lot of fan-fiction falls into one (or both) of two categories: it deals with considerably darker or drier topics (especially when it comes to thinking about how the wizarding state actually works and/or how it changes after voldemort's death) than the canon series; and it serves as a vehicle for the author to talk about aspects of muggle culture they enjoy (this is particularly the case in marauders fics and it drives me mad - none of those children have heard a single piece of cool music in their lives).

but the canon series feels so magical because the worldbuilding is incredibly whimsical, even in the darker later books. something is lost, i think, when wizarding clothing isn't ostentatious and colourful, or wizarding hobbies aren't exaggerated pastiches of muggle hobbies, or wizarding houses are devoid of eccentric kitchen appliances which talk back to you, or all wizards are immediately familiar with the muggle world. i can't express how much i respect it when authors invent their own radio plays or wizarding bands or children's toys.

and that whimsy can exist with a look at deep topics - indeed, it does frequently in one of my favourite literary genres: golden age detective fiction. in fact, i think it makes the dark themes and how they're being interrogated stand out all the clearer. which brings me to my next point...

allowing the characters to be funny

by this i don't mean crack fics - although crack treated seriously is definitely a trope i adore - but finding space for the fact that almost all of the main characters in the series - all the way along a spectrum from the main trio, to ginny, to sirius, to dumbledore, to snape, to voldemort (he's so camp! lean into it!) - are extremely funny, even when in serious situations or discussing serious things.

unfortunately, it is all too common to find - especially in things dealing with the immediate aftermath of either war - that everyone is in their widow's weeds and speaking like they've swallowed a psychology textbook. but actually, harry and ron aren't going to be sitting down for a deep and meaningful using all sorts of 'i feel' statements. they're going to be chatting shit.

[there's a bit of unsolicited advice here, which can, like all unsolicited advice, of course be ignored: this sort of therapy-speak, every-emotion-is-articulated conversational style is something which immediately gives away an author as american (generally, the sort of emotional openness which, in the usa, indicates authenticity will be read as the opposite in the uk - being very earnest is typically perceived as rude, expressing your emotional reaction to everything as fake). if you're looking for a way to make your writing sound more british, the best thing you can do is read ron, and see - as @whinlatter says in this post about him - that his sense of humour isn't evidence of immaturity or an unwillingness to confront tough topics, but evidence that he's the most emotionally mature of the trio. by quite some distance.]

ron and dumbledore being allowed to be real people

i loathe ron and dumbledore bashing. let my kings live.

and let ron be madly in love with hermione. his final form is wife guy.

redemption

i am a villain enjoyer, and i think there's nothing wrong with liking characters who remain unambiguously, unrepentantly evil.

what i like rather less is the idea that villains don't have traits, emotions, experiences, and motivations which aren't anything other than similar to the good guys.

and what i like least of all is the idea that there are some people who are so divergent from the good guys that they are unworthy of one of the most sincerely magical human abilities: the ability to redeem oneself.

yes, even draco malfoy, even snape, even voldemort. unless all of us are capable of redemption then none of us are. this is an important lesson to learn.

how these people redeem themselves, how redemption is complex and painful, how they atone, how they cope with the unmooring experience of forgiveness, how they take to their second chances, and how they stumble on the way are the topics of some of the best fics i have ever read, and i will never get free of the chokehold.

[aeoneskova]

Harry & Dean’s dynamic vs James & Peter’s

(Specifically in my fic honey honey)

Okay so I have a lot of little rambles about my fic bouncing around in the empty void that is my brain and ig the whole point of this blog is to spew them out so here you go :)

Matt & Fatima as Sirius & Remus:

Idk how obvious this came across in the fic but a lot of the main kids in Marlene’s class were reflections of the marauders, the most obvious probably being Matt as a parallel of Sirius (controlling parents, outshined by younger brother, used humour to make up for it, etc) and by extent, that makes Fatima his Remus. Fatima as Remus is a bit less obvious but I sprinkled stuff in there (the werewolf Halloween costume, love of reading, and her parents were similar to my interpretation of Hope & Lyall). I think my favourite thing about this parallel is that Remus watches Fatima sing Yesterday at the talent show, which I imagine came across just as sorrowful as he felt at that moment, not to mention Matt being the one to play the piano for her

These similarities are quite set in stone, but when it comes to Dean and Harry as James and Peter, I feel those lines are a lot more blurred and subtle but I wanted to explain it more because I didn’t explore it as much as I wanted in the fic..

Dean as James: this is more so about Dean’s role in the fic as Harry’s friend rather than Dean as a person. He’s the first one to let Harry join his friend group when no one else would, the first one to accept his shyness and want to be friends with him anyway. I imagine this is similar to how James treated Peter, trying to make him more involved in their group, plus them both being sports fans was a fun little bonus

Dean as Peter: on the other hand, I didn’t characterise Dean like James at all, but rather more like Peter. He’s quieter and unobtrusively funny, and more of Dean’s own traits reflect Peter’s. I made them both artists (Peter being the one to draw the map), Dean had mice on his Christmas jumper and Mary says at one point that Dean can’t keep secrets (cue my scheming laughter)

Harry as James: do I even have to explain this one? Aside from literally sharing blood, Harry’s ‘James side’ comes through the more he’s with Marlene, like doing the magic shows and he gets into arguments with bullies in a James vs Snape kinda way often in defence of his friends rather than himself. And like with the other kids’ little references, Harry has the stag Christmas jumper and yes I made him a zombie for Halloween because James is dead, sue me

Harry as Peter: this is probably the comparison I actually explain most in the fic itself (i.e. in the bathroom scene with Peter) so I won’t go into it too much here, but Harry being so quiet and ignored mirrors Peter’s own reasons for betraying his friends, as if Harry and Peter represent different outcomes of the same person

So yeah rambling over, I just kinda wanted to get my thoughts in order about all this rather than it being a mess up in my brain and I hope people found it interesting, pls let me know if you noticed any of these similarities! I’m curious to know how it came across in the fic <3

[coconutcreambun]

A Drink after Dusk [Pt. 5]

Paring: Severus Snape x reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of abuse, light suggestive themes

Summary: Y/n Bathulman, the mysterious daughter of a powerful pureblood Slytherin transfers to Hogwarts as a third-year student. Catching the eye of Severus and the Marauders after leaving Hogwarts late at night, rumors start to go around the school. What could she be hiding? Maybe there’s more to her than meets the eye.

ABBR: Y/n (your name), y/f/c (your favourite colour)

Spells*: Diffindo (spell to cut something), Wingardium Leviosa (to make a person or object float)

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A/N: WOAH WE’RE AT HOGGY HOGGY HOGWARTS WOOOO 

(Also! Thank you to my first 2 follows, 1800lemmon and missgurlthang, yall are awesome!!)

You woke up a little earlier than usual. You wanted to be prepared for your first year at Hogwarts, albeit being in your third.

You started off your day by taking a hot bath. Running the water, you sat in the tub comfortably, the ache in your muscles slowly coming undone. You scrubbed at your arms, occasionally picking at the scars that litter your body. The Diffindo curse was one that your father would use on you often. Occasionally, he’d use other curses too but.. enough! You slapped your face a couple times. 

You’re going to be starting fresh! “I should try and keep my spirits high,” you mumbled to yourself as you got out of the bath. You wrapped yourself in y/f/c towel, and quickly made work of your wet hair.

You wore a simple green shirt with puffed sleeves, black jeans, and a back belt with faux gold accents. The outfit was simple, but anyone could tell it was made for someone of high status. 

Your stomach growled, making you hurry. You quickly used a spell to dry your hair, and decided on doing a low, braided bun. It was a bit messy, but you could fix it later. 

Just when you were about to leave your room, your body came to a halt. You forgot about your eyes. Quickly going over to the mirror on you dresser, you tap the side of your face twice. This was a spell that you made for this particular purpose. It’s one that you’ve been using for years. The interaction you had with your father chilled you to the bone. You hadn’t slipped up like that before.

Actually, speaking of which, where was he? You didn’t seem to remember where he’d gone to. After Quincey came back from dropping Lily off, you hadn’t seen or heard him come back at all.

Checking yourself in the mirror one last time, you grabbed your wand and said “Wingardium Leviosa”, making your suitcase float. You quickly made your way downstairs and grabbed some bread and popped it into the toaster. While waiting for your toast, you made some tea for yourself and your brother.

“Heyyy Y/N, is the cup of tea for me?” asked Quincey as he came down the stairs. 

“No,” you deadpanned. 

Most people would’ve though you’d just rejected your brother, but the two of you shared a bond that was full of sarcasm. He knew better than to take your words at face value, whether than be in good or bad situations.

The two of you ate in a comfortable silence, not needing to speak a word to know how the other felt. You couldn’t read minds, but this was good enough for you. You were content.

Well, that contentment was a little short lived as you and your brother swiveled towards the floo that suddenly activated. You got to your feet faster than he did and drew your wand, placing yourself between him and the person on the other end. 

It was your father. Relief coursed through you, but you were still tense. You stiffly stood up straight, not meeting his eyes. The permanent scowl on his face turned towards Quincey, his faded smile lines from years ago finally showing. It wasn’t a smile per say, but it was more than what he’d ever shown you. Before her death.

He clasped Quincey on the back, giving him a firm nod. “Thank you, father,” said Quincey. Roy Bathulman dropped his hand to his side and walked over to the floo. “Come,” he said.

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You and Quincey had boarded the train to Hogwarts after... running into a wall. It made you a little nauseous, but you were fine after a bit. The two of you had sat together, but after a while he wanted to go off and meet other students, leaving you alone. You loved your brother, you really did, but you needed a break from him sometimes.

You sighed comfortably leaning back into your seat. Just when you were about to doze off, a familiar voice called your name. “Y/N! You made it, do you mind if I join you?”, asked Lily. You motioned to the seat in front of you as she sat down. The two of you made small talk. Lily asked about what life is like in America. You gave her vague answers like “it’s fun,” or “the weather’s great”.

You didn't want her to know. If she did, you’d bury yourself in a hole and hide forever.

“Where’s Quinceton, by the way?”, she asked. “I’m not sure, he left to go make friends,” you replied. She nodded seemingly deep in though. Getting up while fixing her robes, she gave you a small smile while waving at you.

“You can come out now Quincey,” you said. His head popped up from where he was hiding. He didn’t have the heart to tell her that he didn’t want to talk. You snorted at his behaviour, quickly gaining your composure. 

The train slowly came to a stop, pulling up the hood to your cloak, you prepared yourself to get off the train.

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Who would’ve known that all it took to get to hogwarts was a train and a- 

“DRAGON?”, exclaimed Quincey, “What do you mean ‘there’s a dragon’? I think you’re going nuts,” he said. 

“No, no, no, i'm serious there's this dragon bat lizard thing. Right. There.” you hissed through your teeth. 

There was an invisible force pulling the carriage that the students were on, but he refused to believe you. Well, you two could dispute about this another time because you had just reached the massive castle that was Hogwarts.

Clutching your cloak, you pulled the hood down slightly covering your face. You started getting nervous as you watched all the other students get off their carriages. 

Following the group, you watched as they were all seated in a huge dining hall where the sorting hat ceremony was taking place. New students, first years, were all being sorted into their houses, and each table would cheer every time someone was added.

It was quite cute, but you and Quincey couldn’t join everyone else. You were to make your way to Dumbledore’s office to get sorted. 

It was pain figuring out how to get there, but you did eventually. 

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As you walked up to the door, Quincey did the honours of opening it. There stood Dumbledore and a couple of other people who you assumed to be professors. Quincey touched the back of your cape, a nervous habit he’d retained since the two of you were little. You could tell he was on edge, so you took the first step, giving Dumbledore a firm nod. “Miss Y/N Bathulman, it is nice to finally meet you,” he said.  

“Thank you for having us headmaster Dumbledore,” you said. Quincey mustered up his courage and took his place by your side. 

“Mister Quinceton Bathulman, thank you for coming,” he said. Quincey didn’t say anything but gave him a nod. The atmosphere was tense and the air was thick. 

All the teachers in this room knew of Y/N Bathulman. They knew of her rumored strength. They knew of her lineage. 

All these people knew of Irene Galleu and Roy Bathulman. They knew of their power and of their daughter, Y/N. 

Dumbledore lifted the sorting hat motioning to Y/N. She sat down.

“This one possesses the bravery of a Gryffindor, the intelligence of a Ravenclaw, and the warmth of a Hufflepuff. But their ambitions lie elsewhere. SLYTHERIN!”, it yelled. 

The housemaster of Slytherin, Professor Slughorn, gave her a nod. Whether or not he was content, she couldn’t tell.

Next up was Quincey. He stepped forward, and Dumbledore gently placed the hat on his head. Their father was a Slytherin, and so was Y/N, it was about time they were all sorted into Slytherin. 

Their father would be leaping with pure joy, if he even knew what joy was.

“SLYTHERIN!”, yelled the hat. 

As he got up, he leaned over to Y/N. “Oh boy, father’s gonna be having a field day once he finds out,” said Quincey.

The pair walked out of Dumbledore’s office after exchanging a few words, and together, they had left for the great hall.

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A/N: Wooohoo guess what? Quincey was actually supposed to be in Gryffindor, but this isn’t about him. It’s about Y/n. I had put me first :pensive: jkjk

>>>>> PART 6 <<<<<

[bellenotthebeast]

Hello 😊

Welcome to my account. It’s a bunch of nonsense and memes.

I don’t bite so feel free to message :)

I am safe to talk to or vent to about whatever. Just be sure to let me know before you vent to me, okay? 🧷

About me:

I’m a INFJ lesbian who goes by She/Her

Age: 18+ (But my account is open everyone😊)

My favourite films are:

The Labyrinth

The Mummy

Stardust

Ever After, A Cinderella story.

10 things I hate about you

Princess Bride

13 going on 30

The Addams Family 1991

Nanny McPhee

Scooby Doo! (Live action)

The Last Mimzy (Massively underrated)

Fantastic Mr Fox

Hocus Pocus

Wall-E

Beauty and the beast

Robin Hood (Disney)

Aristocats

Enchanted

Into The Spider-Verse

Kingsman

Detective Pikachu

Matilda (I don’t know if I want to be adopted by Miss Honey or marry her-)

Mirror Mirror (Fav Snow White ever)

Everything Everywhere All At Once (Made me cry sm, but for good reasons)

Gunpowder milkshake (my gayness was through the roof. It’s such an underrated film)

Baby Driver!!!

The Hobbit and Lord of the rings.

I love stop motion/animated movies. They are so stunning 🥰

My favourite TV shows:

Dr Who (Has been for like 75% of my life, not joking)

Sarah Jane Adventures

Bones

Criminal Minds

Supernatural

Sherlock (yes. I’m a superwholock-)

Good Omens

Series of unfortunate events

Castle

Merlin

Stranger Things

Julie and The Phantoms

The Repair Shop (Yes the one on BBC. It’s satisfying.)

BBC Ghosts

Horrible Histories🐀

LOCKWOOD & Co!!!

I read a lot of books so I thought I’d also put down my favourite books as well:

A Good Girls Guide To Murder Book Series by Holly Jackson

Wonderland by Juno Dawson

Twisted Tale series by Elizabeth J. Braswell, Jen Calonita and Elizabeth Lim

And that’s only to name a few. I feel like this will be a long ass list if I listed every book I liked.

I would list my favourite songs but my favourite genre of songs fluctuates too much. In fact I don’t think I have a favourite genre of songs I just listen to a song and I like it. So my list of songs would somehow be longer than my list of books.

Random facts:

My favourite flowers are snow drops, sweet peas and daisies. But snow drops specifically.

I love the colour Burgandy, Alice Blue and Yellow (Preferably a warm pastel)

I despise J.K Rowling but unfortunately she is responsible for an amazing universe 😒

But jokes on her because I’m a Marauders fan so I’m a Ravenclaw (still salty that they changed the colours and mascot in the movie. And now all of the merch is wrong 😑)

I really love The Execution of Lady Jane Grey painting by Paul Delarouche and would love to see it in person.

If you start talking about my favourite shows, films, books or games I will not apologise for the long ass rant I will do, so be prepared to listen 😤

Which brings me on to my next point. If you want me to shut up. Just put on a movie I like (preferably something animated or stop motioned) because I will stop and just stare in wonder like a fucking child.

Remember to hydrate and try to eat something (even if it’s something small, don’t force yourself)

Bye 👋

[pinkandblueblurbs]

fanworks creators self rec! when you get this, reply with your favourite five fanworks you’ve made, then pass on to at least five other creators💗

goddddd picking just 5 is gonna be hard ajshsh i’ve written… too many

im gonna go for less popular works bc ofc i’m proud of my most popular works, duh. so im disregarding like pillow princess and casual competition and those other hella popular marauders ones. i’m also disregarding my kinktober blurbs bc i actually loved like all of those so it’d make choosing rlly hard. plus there are just… so many

I rlly liked Hysteria! I feel like i came up with a cool sexy somewhat unique idea and executed it p well :))

I actually rlly liked my Peter Parker mini alphabet <3 exploring his character was sooooo fun :,)

I also liked Earning Forgiveness!! I feel like i wrote jask and geralt’s dynamic in a poly relationship pretty well 😁😁

surprisingly this lucius mirror blowjob fic makes the list :,)) idk why i just like the dynamic and concept here

finally my finnick fic survival instincts!!! i just looove this idea and am rlly proud of it, esp since inspiration hit me at like 2 am for it and i banged it out pretty quick.

[futurequibblerjournalist]

right fuck you here's a bunch of questions from fanfiction writing asks game: 4, 20, 23, 29, 35, 41, 46, 51, 57, 68 & 75. Enjoy answering these you bastard < 3

Damn okay, sounds like a fucking threat fknbjgnbjg I will happily answer this threat for you, you little shit < 3

4. How do you choose which fics to write?

Pretty much just vibes, honestly. I come up with most of my ideas very sporadically, so it's all about what I'm feeling at the moment. I wish I had a more interesting answer, but I usually just look through this little notebook I've got that I write all my ideas in and randomly pick something for whatever ship I'm feeling at the moment. Tho I will also say that if a fic I'm planning is getting hyped by others there's a good chance it'll get prioritised lol, I'm a simple man

20. Do you prefer writing AUs or canon fics?

That's,, a hard question?? I think with the Marauders fandom there's still so much to discover and interpret when it comes to canon fics, but also there's not exactly a whole lot of,, canon??? It's fun to explore different takes and I do have stuff planned for canon fics but I think my own ideas appear easier when it comes to aus. If you look at my currently published fics this is pretty clear too. I'm personally really into incorporating "canon events" into aus or at least partially in some sort of au translation if that makes any sense lol. Sometimes it's fun when aus mirror canon (partially or fully) but I also find it very fun to just,, go ham with whatever really lol. That was a lot of words for me to realise that's it's probably aus lmao

23. Is writing the beginning, middle, or end of the story easiest? Hardest?

I don't know if there's any part of the story I find the easiest to write? It depends a lot on how solid my outline is lol. If I have too little it'll all become a struggle because then my brain suddenly has to spend time coming up with ideas instead of focusing on writing and those two seem to come from two different places in my brain. Hardest, however, will probably always be the ending. I think especially if it's something longer with multiple chapters or a high word count. The more time and energy I spend on a project, the more I struggle. I love so many of my projects, especially the longer ones, and the fact that they're gonna be done and over and I'm not going to work on them anymore is something I struggle with and my brain just sort of blocks me from finishing things sometimes. I've got a 25k story that I started writing almost two years ago that's literally only missing the ending, but I can't bring myself to finish it quite yet vjnfjbngj

29. What’s something about your writing that you’re proud of?

I had to think long and hard about this vjnfjbngjb I'm not sure if the people would agree lol, but I feel like I've got a pretty good grasp on how to portray emotions. Whether it's through subtle body language, interrupted speech or general involvement with the environment and setting a mood for the scene that way, it's probably one of the things I think I do best? I used to struggle with it, but I put a lot of work into trying to improve and since it (at least to me) has been successful, I'm quite proud. There's also just nothing better than when I get told I've captured a character accurately, especially when it's someone you thought you were doing a shit job at (Yes, James, I'm looking at you lol)

35. What’s your favourite fic you’ve posted?

I think it's going to have to be A Very Merry Christmas Cliché. Which honestly doesn't surprise me in the slightest. I'm insanely proud of it, both for it being my first time writing Jegulus, it being my first fic posted on a schedule but also the fact that I wrote an outline, just short of 71k words and published all of it in under a month. It was such a passion project and all the lovely comments I've gotten on it has only made me fonder of the whole thing.

41. Who’s your favourite character you’ve written?

It changes constantly honestly. I love writing Barty, Regulus, Remus and increasingly James?? He's so unlike any other character I enjoy writing, but hearing continued praise for how I write him has only made me more fond and proud of my portrayal of him somehow? I mean, it makes sense, praise breeds that sort of thing usually, but James isn't exactly a character I find myself relating to a whole lot, or so I thought? I don't know if I'm realising something about myself or something like that haha, but my desire to write him has skyrocketed recently.

46. If you could only write one type of AU for the rest of your life, what would it be?

It feels like cheating to say a muggle au lol, but it's an answer that allows for a lot of different aus to be added as like,, secondary aus?? I don't think I lean towards any more specific aus than that? Also!! When I say a muggle au I don't mean a modern one!!! Not necessarily at least lol

I'm trying to think of any more specific aus and all my brain can come up with is tropes?? So yeah, bonus answer to the question I guess, if it was one trope for the rest of my life it would probably be hurt/comfort or MCD

51. Does what you like to write differ from what you like to read?

Not a whole lot, honestly. I'm a sucker for romance and queer stories and that's pretty much all I both read and write? I write significantly more smut than I read tho, I will say that lol

57. How conscious are you about including symbolism or foreshadowing in your fics?

SO CONSCIOUS!!!! Like???? I can happily spend hours thinking about that shit, I am an English teacher's dream. Yes, I made the curtains blue on purpose, yes he's looking out the window for a reason, oh there are flowers in the fic? You can bet your ass those have some symbolism behind them. I fucking love symbolism, I'm such a sucker for them and I will happily spend hours googling and double checking and all that shit to make sure they're accurate and fit well. I spent so much time researching symbolism for that previously mentioned 25k word story I need to finish, but there's definitely also some of it in other stuff I write.

I plan out fics quite far in advance, I usually don't start writing until I have the whole thing outlined, both to be able to add a bunch of foreshadowing (but also to avoid plotholes lol)

I can't say it's as much of a conscious decision in some of my smutty works, but there's some stuff in there too. I can't wait to share more of the work that features more symbolism vjfnjbgnjb,, I really need to finish that fic, even if it's not a Marauders fic

68. Are there any fics that influenced you to write the way you do?

I can't say there is, not consciously at least? I admire a lot of other writers and I'd say their works certainly inspire me, but I don't actively feel influenced by them. If I do it's little things like terms and phrases and perhaps actions (thank you Katie for inspiring the little dick pat on Barty's tongue, it's getting a feature in the sharpshooter fic lmao)

I do find myself influenced by the writing styles of traditionally published books. I don't know if it's because I sit with them physically in my hands, but some books that I've really liked the writing styles of have been Carrie Soto Is Back and The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo both by Taylor Jenkins Reid, as well as A Good Girl's Guide to Murder by Holly Jackson (though I'm still currently reading that one). It's perhaps not as noticeable, but I like the sentence structures both authors use and their use of inserts (news clippings, interviews, etc). I don't know if this is how the question is supposed to be answered but oh well, this is what you're getting haha

75. Is there a particular fic that readers gravitated towards that you didn’t expect?

110% a losing game. It's only my second "jegulus" fic and even then this was "just" a solo fic with Regulus. It was the first fic I wrote after A Very Merry Christmas Cliché and I was surprised to see how fast it got hits in comparison, not that I'm complaining. But damn, people are horny for Jeggy lol

Thank you for the question, this took me literal hours to answer lmao < 3