#richard jackdaw x reader

[shadowtriovibes]

your memory is ecstasy

Pairing: Richard Jackdaw x f!MC

Word Count: 2.4k

Rating: E

Warnings: 18+, aged-up characters, explicit sexual content, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, fingering, voyeurism, Sex With A Ghost

Summary: i blame the jackdaw girlies for this one (i love you all). pretty much just a couple thousand words of Sex With A Ghost™

“Someone like me, I can only look,” he tells you softly. “I’ll never touch.” “Looking is something, I suppose,” you reply. “If – if you wanted, I’d let you look.” “You would, hmm?” he murmurs as he leans toward you. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had such a tempting offer. Years, in fact.” “That’s a shame,” you answer as your eyes dart down to his lips. “Let me, then.”

Most of the time, the detention chamber in the dungeons beneath the Great Hall is one of the coldest rooms in the entire castle. On nights like this, however, with countless ghosts congregating just down the hallway, there’s an additional chill in the air.

At Sir Nicholas’ invitation, you’d joined the Headless Hunt for one of their frequent parties deep beneath the castle. Your thoughtful offering of some rotten roast beef from the kitchens had been much appreciated by the men of the Hunt, but it wasn’t long after you arrived that the gaggle of ghostly women in their centuries-old fashions started to draw their eyes toward the dance floor.

One who doesn’t float toward the center of the room is Richard Jackdaw. Instead, he sits in an alcove far away from the ghostly banquet table, and when you make your way over to politely thank him once more for his help in your search back in your fifth year, he invites you to join him for a pint.

“Do the house elves bring you this mead?” you ask curiously, pouring yourself a mugful from a very real bottle on the table.

“I’m not actually sure where it comes from,” he answers. “But whenever a live one such as yourself joins us and pours some, it’s always fun. Makes this wretched dungeon smell a lot more like a real pub.”

“Well, then I’m happy to be of service,” you say as you raise your glass in cheers to him.

The two of you fall into an easy conversation while you drink. You ask him questions about his postmortem adventures with the Hunt, and he listens as you tell him about your more recent explorations along the Clagmar Coast.

“May I ask, what does your Slytherin paramour think about all this adventuring?” he asks you with a cheeky grin. “I see you didn’t bring him this evening.”

“O-oh, we’re not – I’m not courting anyone,” you quickly explain. “We’re just friends.”

“I think that may be news to the poor young man,” Richard laughs. “But I’ll take your word for it.”

Eventually, the more boisterous members of the Hunt kick up a frenzy as they argue over the outcome of their latest journey to the Forbidden Forest, challenging each other to duels with their transparent swords drawn.

“What do you say we continue this conversation somewhere a bit quieter?” Richard offers. “I’ve no interest in participating in yet another pointless skirmish.”

“I know a place,” you offer, and moments later he joins you in the detention chamber, luckily devoid of any delinquent students at this late hour.

As you place an anti-unlocking charm on the door, you call out, “I suspect you probably spent many hours here as a student.”

“Guilty as charged,” he laughs.

You take a seat in the middle of the room on the cold tile floor. Compared to the ghosts’ party, this room feels several degrees warmer, and the cool stones feel quite nice against your palms as you sit cross-legged across from Richard, who floats a few millimeters above the ground.

“They’ve been particularly restless lately,” he says apologetically, nodding in the direction of the dungeon party. “Always trying to show off, especially when one of the most beautiful living girls in the castle chooses to grace us with her presence.”

You blush softly and duck your head.

“I could watch you blush all day,” he says boldly. “What a breathtaking thing it is to blush — to be alive, really.”

Suddenly you can understand how Richard earned himself his reputation as a shameless rake in his time.

“Were you this flirtatious during your time?” you ask him, unable to hide your grin. “You and your Apollonia?”

He snorts derisively. “Apollonia was never mine, in any sense of the word.”

That makes you pause, curious.

“Richard,” you ask softly. “Have you ever… when you were alive, were you ever, er – with a woman?”

“Was I with a woman?” he asks, bemused. “Do you mean in the company of women? Quite a few, as it happens.”

“No,” you say, laughing nervously. “I – I meant, did you ever know a woman? Biblically.”

You’re thankful that the semi-darkness of the room hides how your blushing cheeks go even redder.

“Ah,” he murmurs. “You mean sexually.”

“I do,” you whisper. “It’s… just that you seem–”

“I wasn’t,” Richard interjects. “In my time, a century ago now, it wasn’t appropriate. I hadn’t married, I wanted to finish school first, and… and I thought I’d have plenty of time.”

“You should have,” you say softly.

“That’s my own damn fault,” he says with a rueful grin. “But it’s neither here nor there. To answer your question, I never had any relations with a woman. I’d wanted to, especially with Apollonia, and in a vague sense with plenty of gorgeous women I knew back then.”

You shift a bit, drawing your knees closer together. “So, you… you never even saw a woman?”

Richard purses his lips. “Well, I shan’t say that.”

“Oh?” you ask.

“Being a ghost does come with some perks,” he teases. “Over the years I’ve drifted in and out of countless spaces that amorous couples thought would be private. I’ve even been invited into some such spaces by curious schoolgirls like you.”

“Richard!” you squawk. “You’ve had affairs with students?!”

“Don’t sound so surprised,” he teases you. “Darling, you’re hardly the first witch to develop a crush on this ill-fated adventurer.”

You pout and lean in closer. The cold emanating from his body is strange, but not unwelcome.

“Someone like me, I can only look,” he tells you softly. “I’ll never touch.”

“Looking is something, I suppose,” you reply. “If – if you wanted, I’d let you look.”

“You would, hmm?” he murmurs as he leans toward you. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had such a tempting offer. Years, in fact.”

“That’s a shame,” you answer as your eyes dart down to his lips. “Let me, then.”

Richard watches you with dark eyes as you carefully stand up from the floor. He tugs his ascot loose while you slip your dress up over your head, and he smiles amusedly when you tap the tip of your wand against your back to make your corset go slack.

“If there’s a silver lining to becoming a ghost,” he drawls, “it’s that I’ve been given the chance to see how fashion for you witches has become more and more revealing over the years.”

“I’ve heard Muggle women are bringing up their skirts higher and higher,” you tease him, mimicking your words by pulling the slip of your chemise up to the tops of your thighs.

As you tug the garment up over your head and let it fall to the ground, Richard sits back on his hands and nods toward his lap – a blatant invitation. While you can’t actually sit, you’re able to kneel across his opaque form as if you were straddling him. The cold emanating from his body isn’t bothersome like this, you think; it’s more like a soothing balm, against your skin where you’re radiating heat.

“Can you feel that?” you ask him softly. “Where I’m warm?”

“No,” he tells you, and it’s the first time you’ve seen him look downcast all evening. “But I can see you.”

With your pile of clothes happily abandoned, you’re fully nude straddling his form. Where other men might ordinarily put their hands on you, you’re left wanting for touch. Nevertheless his pale eyes roam over your form and fill you with a heat that seems inconceivable given his ghostly pallor.

“Lovely,” he says appraisingly. “What I’d give to feel you, feel the weight of you on top of me.”

“Richard,” you sigh happily. “Tell me more.”

“Hmm, what should I tell you?” he wonders aloud. “Would you think me wicked if I told you how much I wish I could press my lips to your breast until you’re writhing in my lap?”

“No,” you whine. “No, I wouldn’t, I want you to.”

“Touch yourself, then,” he instructs.

Richard groans under his breath while you cup your breasts in your hands, tracing your thumbs across your hardening nipples until they peak so temptingly just in front of his mouth. You know you’re getting wet between your thighs, and you wonder what will happen when your arousal becomes so much that you threaten to drip – ordinarily you’d simply stain your lover’s trousers with it, but this time you suspect you’ll leave a filthy mess on the floor.

The thought makes you squirm and moan.

“That’s it,” Richard murmurs. “Now, do you like touching yourself elsewhere, dear one?”

“Yes,” you admit with a shy smile. “Though now every time I do, I’ll imagine a deviant ghost may be watching me.”

“You won’t need to imagine,” he says cheekily. “Will you show me?”

You sit back on your heels before sitting down on the cold floor, letting your legs spread while you prop yourself up with one hand. Your other hand traces down the front of your body to the apex of your thighs. When you touch your entrance and discover how slick you are already, you shiver.

“Merlin’s beard,” he grits out. “Your cunt looks positively greedy. I’m sure you’d take me so well, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” you keen, hungrily eyeing his translucent hand as he reaches toward your body.

Richard scoffs under his breath. “Men like Nicholas, the others in the Hunt, they’ve had actual lifetimes to enjoy the body of a woman.”

You shiver as he traces his fingertips along the inside of your thigh, goosebumps rising in the wake of his supernaturally chilling, yet not-quite-there touch.

“They’ve had conquests, they’ve had… love, I suppose,” he continues. “But not me.”

“Richard,” you whimper, high and needy and utterly shameless.

“And now, they spend their days and nights trying to coax you sweet, obliging little schoolgirls into bringing them rotten meats,” he says, a derisive sneer on his lips. “As if we even have appetites for food anymore. Trust me, lovely, that sort of thing fades.”

He shifts closer while you rub slow circles over your clit, watching how your mouth falls open in pleasure.

“But this, this never fades,” Richard confesses. “If I could put my lips to your skin and taste you here.. Darling, I’d sooner starve rather than chase the taste of anything else on my tongue.”

“Come closer,” you plead. “Just – as close as you can.”

You sit back on one elbow and keep your other hand between your thighs. With your fingers you spread yourself open, gasping softly as the cold air reaches the sensitive skin near your entrance.

“Bloody hell,” he grumbles. “You’re a fierce temptress, love.”

He leans in close to the apex of your thighs — so close that the tip of his nose could trace along the delicate crease of your hip, if he could truly lay his hands on your skin.

“I could swear I can smell you,” he says in a low voice. “Merlin, you smell like… like musk, and sweat, and skin. Sex. All this humanity, I could get drunk on it.”

“I wish you could taste me,” you confess. “I wish you’d put your tongue on me – in me, even.”

“I would,” he tells you. “I’d pleasure you however I could, with my mouth or my hands or… Anything you like, I’d give it to you.”

You slide two fingers inside yourself, curling them inward and whimpering as you press against the sensitive spot deep inside you that makes you wail when you’re alone in your bed, Muffliato cast to keep your roommates none the wiser.

“I want to see you,” you admit to him. “C-can you – are you able to…?”

“Yes,” he tells you. “Yes, I can touch myself. Shall I show you?”

You grind the heel of your palm against your clit while Richard opens the front of his trousers. When he sits back on his knees between your thighs, he lets you take a look at his hard length.

“Merlin, I want to touch you,” you sigh. “Or taste you.”

Richard smirks at you as he starts to slowly stroke himself. “I’ll have you know, I used to wonder whether women craved men’s bodies the way we so desperately crave yours. Women in my time would never dream of admitting it, but you nineteenth-century girls are so… eager.”

For a while you both fall silent, letting the other watch while you bring yourselves pleasure with your hands. Richard’s eyes are fixed firmly on your entrance as you pump two and eventually three fingers inside yourself, desperate moans tumbling from your lips. While he watches, he fucks his hand in time with your movements. What little you can see of his core is taught and well defined, and you think it’s an unbearable shame that he was killed before he had the chance to use his body for what it seems to so clearly have been built for.

“Please,” you beg, for nothing in particular. “Please, Richard.”

“Go on, love,” he grunts. He sounds for all the world like one of today’s wizards – alluring, commanding, firm. “Show me, I want to see you let go.”

You collapse onto your back as your orgasm is wrenched from you, arching against the stone while you buck against your hand and, as you’d predicted, leave a telltale mess on the ancient floor. Richard leans over you and drags his eyes down the length of your body before squeezing them shut and coming into his hand with a broken moan.

(There’s no mess from him, which isn’t really a surprise, but is still dissatisfying.)

After you’ve both redressed and have found a new spot on the floor to sit side by side, you ask him, “Is it… when you, er, climax, is it as good as when you were alive?”

“Quite honestly, I can’t remember,” he says with a laugh. “I suspect the answer is no, but since it’s been so long, I’m content with what I’ve got.”

“So what you’re saying is that we could do this again?” you ask with a teasing smile. “Perhaps tomorrow night, after everyone’s gone to bed…?”

“I’ll come find you,” he promises you with a matching grin on his lips. “Of course, you needn’t wait for me to get started, should you feel inspired.”

You whisper back, “If fact, I may do just that.”

[grandeoatmilklatte]

All Hallows Eve 👻

Jumping on the Jackdaw smut train here. Ever since @greedyforgarreth wrote her Jackdaw smut I've been thirsting hard for this damn ghost. 😭 But honestly as a certified spooky girl™️ it was only a matter of time before I started thirsting after ghosts. This one is for you darling hope you like it! 😘 @ask-richard-jackdaw

Also yes, I know it's July, but Halloween is the next big commercial holiday so it's basically Halloween season now. Sorry, I don't make the rules.

All Hallow's Eve - Richard Jackdaw x House Neutral F!MC

Summary: MC summons Jackdaw for some Halloween activities - 1.5k words

Warnings: Smut!/NSFW/18+!, MC is aged up and in 7th year!, Spectrophilia, mentions of voyuerism, f!nger!ng, she has sexy time with a ghost lol

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“The veil is always thinnest on All Hallows Eve” MC always heard people say, both in the muggle and wizarding worlds.  On this night, it was said that it was easier for things from the other side to pass over, and it was easier for those things to interact and communicate with living beings. MC was eager to test this theory out tonight. 

Everything was ready. Her candles were lit and arranged around her in a circle, as she sat cross legged in the middle. The room was dark, the candles being the only light, and she was wearing her robe with the hood up. In front of her was a worn out spirit board and a small jar of dirt obtained from his final resting place. It was what she planned to use to summon him. 

She took a deep breath and placed her hands on the planchette before reciting the mantra needed to start this session. “Spirit, I’m opening the door to thee, on this All Hallows Eve, please speak to me.” She repeated this two more times, waiting a moment before she asked her first question. “Are you here?” Her eyes darted around the room. The planchette immediately moved to the “yes” position. A smile formed on her face. 

Just then, Richard Jackdaw floated down from the ceiling. “Darling, you know you don’t have to do all this, right? You can just call out to me, you know I’ll come to you right away.” His voice was sweet and gentle. 

MC ripped off the hood of her robe and sighed. “I know! But this is fun! It’s Halloween! It’s spooky!” She replied excitedly. “I’m sorry, I know it’s silly, I’m just nervous.” She stared up at his ghostly figure. He could see the nervousness in her eyes. It was strange for him to feel this way, but he was feeling nervous too. 

MC blew out the candles and restored the room to its normal state - her bedroom in the Room of Requirement. Once the room was restored, MC sat on the edge of the bed staring at Richard. It wasn’t until that moment that he got a better look at what she was wearing, or rather, what she wasn’t wearing. Under her robe peaked a lacy set of black lingerie. She undid her robe and sat back on her arms, Richard taking in her beauty. 

This wasn’t the first time he had seen her in this level of undress. They actually spent time like this quite frequently since they started this little rendezvous in her 7th year. He always found her fascinating, her confident and adventurous attitude impressing him ever since they met in her 5th year. It was only recently however that they found themselves having romantic feelings towards one another, as confusing as that was for them to admit to each other. Had he been alive, he would have swooped her off her feet by now. But he couldn’t. So they did what they could. 

He’d watch her, encouraging her as she came undone under her own hands. He was unable to really touch her, his only contribution outside of his words being the freezing cold air he provided her whenever any part of his body touched hers. It felt good for a brief period of time, but it was never enough. Tonight was supposed to be different, though. Supposedly, they could both actually feel each other, the whole “veil is thin” theory. He tried to innocently ask the other ghosts in the school if this was actually possible, but none of them cared enough to interact with the living to know for sure. So there was only one way to find out. 

“Oh darling! Look at you! You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Richard eyed her body. No matter how many times he stared, he was always mesmerized by her. “Are you ready, my love?”

MC gave Richard a soft smile before she beckoned him towards her. He floated over to her and placed each hand on her shoulders over the straps of her bra, before he leaned in, his lips meeting hers for the first time. MC gasped. “I…I still feel the cold, but I also feel a bit of pressure. Almost like instead of being touched with cold air I’m being touched with a piece of ice. Still cold, but I do feel something. I can feel your lips and fingers, but the feeling is just very light, even when you apply pressure” She smiled up at him. “I can feel the same, but instead of cold you feel warm. Remember, we can stop at any time if it gets too much” He smiled back at her, and she nodded. With the confirmation that there was at least something they could feel, he removed her bra and panties, shivers running up her spine the whole time, which she ignored. Once she was fully undressed, she moved herself backwards on the bed so that her legs could rest on the bed before she spread them, wetness already present between her folds. He positioned himself hovering over her.

His hands navigated down her body, his one hand coming between her thighs as he began to rub hard and fast circles into her clit. She let out a soft moan, her eyes locked on Richard. She tried not to focus on how cold she was, letting the pleasure she was feeling overtake her, her moans getting more frequent. “You’re doing so well, my dear. I’m sorry it feels so cold, but you’re taking it so well.” He was well aware that his voice had an effect on her, and if he couldn’t do anything else, at least he could bring her to orgasm with his words. “You’re being such a good girl for me. You look so beautiful moaning for me.” 

MC was breathless when she spoke. “I want more! Please!.” Her voice was soft and the look in her eyes was desperate. Her teeth were practically chattering, but he couldn’t deny her, not when he was finally making her fall apart in his cold ghostly hands. “Oh darling, I know this might be hard, but would it be alright if I slid my fingers into that pretty little hole of yours?” He felt naughty asking that of her. He had never spoken to a woman like this before, always preferring to be a gentleman to the women he courted while he was alive. But MC brought this naughty side out of him, and he loved it, and he knew she did too. 

MC nodded as she watched his fingers pass through her entrance, she could still see them, but she was immediately hit with that freezing cold pressure once again. She let out a loud moan. ”Oh Richard! It feels so cold but it feels so good! Please don’t stop!” The combination of the coldness of his fingers in contrast with the heat she was starting to feel from her impending orgasm was strange, but she was enjoying it. Her moans were so loud they could have been mistaken for screams. He pumped his fingers into her hard, knowing she was only feeling a fraction of that pressure. He could feel an ever so slight squeeze around his fingers, and although he had never experienced that before, he could tell from the way she was breathing and the way her body arched that she was close to an orgasm, having watched her have one multiple times before.

“I know you’re almost there, come on, darling!” Their eyes were locked on each other, both of them refusing to break eye contact.

MC let out a long drawn out moan as her orgasm hit her. He waited a moment before pulling his fingers out of her, not wanting to subject her to that cold feeling any longer. He didn’t feel much of anything on his fingers in terms of an orgasm, but he knew she got there, her movements, noises, and her increased wetness being telltale signs of it. 

Once she had come down from her orgasm, she made herself comfortable on the bed, wrapping herself in her thick blanket to warm up and scooting over so that he had a spot to lay, or rather hover over. He joined her on the bed as he always did after an evening together. They lay facing each other, staring at each other. For the first time that night, MC leaned in and kissed Richard, his lips giving her a cold kiss in return. He would never understand how she could love someone like this, someone she could never have a life with, but somehow she did. And he loved her. They both knew this couldn’t last forever, but they were enjoying it while they could. He watched her as her eyes started to droop, tiredness clear on her face. 

“You should get to bed darling. The night is almost over. Everything will be back to normal tomorrow.” He felt heartache saying this, despite not having a beating heart.

“You’re right.” She let out a yawn. “I love you, Richard.” She said sleepily. “I love you too, MC.” He leaned in for one last cold kiss, the two of them savoring each other’s lips before she closed her eyes. He waited until her breathing turned soft before he floated away. “Happy Halloween, my love.”

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Richard Jackdaw x f!MC (Lila Kirke)

Veil

angst, romance, 85.1k words

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An unexpected love affair with a man long since passed leads Lila on to a desperate quest to pull him back through the veil to the land of the living.She soon finds that such things come with a hefty price.

Poppy Sweeting x f!reader

Sweet on Sweeting - smut, 2.4k words

Fumbling in the forest.

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Ron Weasley x f!reader

A Date, Of Sorts - smut, 2.9k words

A chance encounter, a sympathetic ear. You find Ron Weasley drinking alone, a burnt out Auror burdened with heavy expectations. Once he opens up, the night takes you elsewhere.

Severus Snape x f!reader

All the things I never said - angst, slow burn romance, mature (WIP, hiatus)

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Good girl - smut, explicit (Severus Snape x reader x Remus Lupin), 1.2k words

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[slytherin-paramour]

Richard Jackdaw has the same voice actor as Garreth. How am I only learning this today? They are pretty much the same person, if I'm being honest. Oh dear, head canons of Garreth railing you, but Jackdaw is watching in the same room. 👀🥵

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A FILTHY FANTASY (1/2)

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!reader Genre: Smut/Horror Synopsis: Sebastian asks you for your filthiest fantasy and then manipulates you into wanting to do it. WARNINGS: cnc/con non-con (rape/abduction fantasy), bondage, sensory deprivation (blindfolds), oral sex (f!receiving), orgasm denial, rough sex, snakes Word count: 7.9k

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A FILTHY FANTASY (2/2)

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!reader x Ominis Gaunt Genre: Smut Synopsis: After that fantasy you talked about came to pass a little unexpectedly, you find yourself in a Slytherin sandwich. WARNINGS: cnc/con non-con (rape/abduction fantasy), bondage, sensory deprivation (blindfolds), threesome (f/m/m), oral sex (f!receiving), vaginal sex, anal sex (f! + m!receiving) Word count: 4.6k

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IT BELONGS TO ME

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!mc Genre: Smut Synopsis: Sebastian demands a quick bj in the hallway. WARNINGS: semi-public rough oral sex, deepthroating Word count: 2.5k

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THE HORNY GHOST

Pairing: Richard Jackdaw x f!mc x Sebastian Sallow Genre: Smut Synopsis: Richard Jackdaw watches teenagers have sex and stalks one of them for more. WARNINGS: voyeurism, masturbation, improvised sex toys, spectrophilia Word count: 5.3k

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A SCHOLAR AND A PERVERT

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!reader Genre: Smut Synopsis: Sebastian wants to experiment on you. WARNINGS: overstimulation, sex toys, fingering/fisting, breathplay, double penetration in one hole Word count: 10.3k

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PLEASANT DREAMS... AND TENTACLES

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!mc Genre: Smut Synopsis: Sebastian can't sleep and uses his girlfriend's disturbing dream to help him do so. WARNINGS: somnophilia, tentacles, non-con Word count: 3.2k

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IT IS THAT TIME AGAIN

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Masterlist

Ao3: Jecksa Links for my fics are below. I will update as I post All my fics are MDNI 18+ In the Shadow of What If? - Long fic - Sebastian SallowxLauren Horrow (my mc) All chapters out can be found here Dial Drunk - Sebastian Sallow x F!MC Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Once A Coward - Duncan Hobhouse x Cassie Blanc (F!OC) Chapter One One Shots Forbidden Frolic - Sebastian Sallow x F!MC A Ghostly Touch - Richard Jackdaw x F!MC A Sacrifice - Sebastian Sallow Solo A Ray of Sunshine - Ominis Gaunt x F!MC Not His Idea - Victor Rookwood x F!OC Alone Time - Ominis Gaunt Solo He Tried His Best - Leander Prewett x Saoirse Ryan (F!MC) A Lover of Literature - Sebastian Sallow x F!Reader Insert Carpe Diem - Sebastian Sallow x F!Reader Insert

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Hogwarts Legacy: The Curse of The Ravenclaw House: Phineas Nigellus Black x Reader

Chapter 9: A Sirius Matter

"Oh, uh hello." You say, walking out of the undercroft. A tall and lean boy was sitting on the floor. He held a book in his hands and he glared at you. It was the middle of the night and you usually visited the undercroft when no one else was around. Ominis was discussing something he saw in defense against the dark arts and you mostly tuned it out. Suddenly you were faced with a stranger who didn't seem so fond of you.

"You're the witch who saved Hogwarts?" He asked, bitterly. You nod. "You're the one who works with my father?"

"Yes, you sent me an owl." You replied, remembering that you had dinner with the Black family in a couple of days.

"Brilliant! We need to talk." He said, scooping up his books and guiding you down the hallway towards the doors that led to the flying class lawn. "You don't mind going on a midnight flight, do you?" He asked once you got outside. It was windy and his dark curly hair rustled in the breeze. He looked a lot like Professor Black, but there was a charm in his eye that his father didn't have. Some sort of spark of hope. It made you smile. He jumped on his broom and you jumped on yours. Racing across the Quidditch field, Sirius laughed as he swooped down and flew under the railing. You attempt to follow him, but his speed is remarkable. The only thing he didn't know was that you had beaten his housemate Imelda Reyes in every time trial she had made. You quickly gained speed on him. His shocked expression gave you all that you needed as you flew in front of him.

"So, what is it you wanted to talk about?" You ask with a smirk. Sirius nodded towards the owlery where you had searched for Mr. Ollivander's family wand and ended up meeting Richard Jackdaw. You flew over to the tower, watching a couple of owls fly by. You landed on the balcony and admired Hogwarts. The large castle was decorated for the Holidays and the large storm had covered everything in snow. You were freezing, but your curiosity was getting the best of you again.

"Well..." Sirius said, setting his broom down and petting one of the owls. "I wanted to talk to you about my parents."

"What for?" You ask. You had noticed that they seemed to have a very different tone from what you thought a husband and wife were supposed to have. Without parents it was a little harder for you to understand the dynamic. Some books she read gave small insights, but nothing much.

"They've been arguing more than usual. I think it has something to do with you." He explained, walking to stand next to you. He was taller than you, but not nearly as tall as his father. Adjusting his robes, Sirius brushed his hair out of his face. The wind was beginning to pick up again. "Father is quite fond of you, but mother doesn't seem to agree."

"How kind..." You mutter. Professor Black being fond of you? Now that was a good joke if you ever heard one.

"She thinks you're too young and a lady of course..." Sirius trailed off, not meeting your gaze. While you were not the biggest fan of being seen as just a woman, it wasn't as big of a deal as it used to be. Sirius didn't seem to think that though. So, you let it go. "They've argued so much that I haven't talked to them in ages. Phineas, my younger brother not my father, has been locked up in his room after the whole ordeal. He's only a fourth year and he avoids dad like the plague. Now he's avoiding everyone like the plague!" Sirius hung his head low. "I hope the dinner goes better than everything else so far."

"I'm not exactly counting on it." You admit and he chuckles.

"Finally someone who speaks the truth." He laughed. You smile at him. The two of you sat in silence for a moment.

"What do you think of your parents?" You ask, looking at him. He thought for a moment before shrugging.

"It's complicated. Honestly, our family never has really cared for each other. When we were young and hadn't attended school yet, our father was gone all the time. We didn't know a single thing about him. Now that we attend school it's all still the same. You probably know more about him than I do." Sirius sighed, a gust of wind blowing his hair into his face. You hated the fact that he probably was right.

"I'm sorry about that..." You whisper. The silence over took you both again. As if nothing stranger could happen, your owl came flying towards you with a letter. "Again?" You mumble. Sirius tried to peak at your letter. Funny enough, it came from Professor Black.

"Did father send you a love letter?" Sirius laughed.

"Shut up." You say, opening the envelope. The letter read:

Dearest Y/N,

I am writing to you on concerns of Cornelius Hopkirk. There was a sighting of a man fitting his description in Hogsmeade. We shall investigate after dinner with my family. I hope you are prepared...I don't predict a pretty picture. I talked more with Fig and the second trial will be ready soon. I hope we don't get killed by more Basilisks and dragons. Also if you see my sons Sirius and Phineas do you mind telling them that their mother wishes for them to bring her some ingredients from Hogsmeade. There is a list on the back.

Sincerely,

Headmaster Phineas Nigellus Black

You hand Sirius the letter with the ingredients. He groaned.

"Who's Cornelius Hopkirk?" Sirius asks, sneaking a glance at the letter.

"No one important." You lie.

"It seems important." He retorts.

"Here let me rephrase. It's not important to you." You snap.

"Calm down! I'm not going to question it further. I don't want to get mixed in my father's affairs anyway." Sirius snatches up his broom. The wind was stronger now and hair strands blew in your face. "Shall we?" He asked, extending a hand to her. They got on their brooms and took off from the owlery. Your owl flew alongside you as the wind attempted to push you off your broom. You make a loop around the castle and happen to see Black sitting in his study window. It was rather late for him to be up. Sirius freaked out and tried to dive quickly out of the way. It was too late as Black made eye contact with them.

"Oh No--"

"Quickly! Get to your common room!" He threw you some floo powder as you dived for the flying class law.

"Ravenclaw Common Room!" You yell as you fell into the room. Dashing to your bed, you dived under the covers. Hopefully Black thought he was dreaming...hopefully. You were too scared to get out of bed, so you slept in your school robes.

The next day was rather quiet which was a relief to you. While you hadn't talked to Professor Black all the day, it still gave you hope that he thought he was seeing things. You enjoyed the quietness for awhile, but when the day of the dinner came everything seemed to be different. Suddenly everyone was sending you letters. Professor Black had sent five and Sirius had sent thirteen. You even got one from his younger brother Phineas.

Dear Miss L/N,

My name is Phineas Black. Son of Phineas Nigellus Black and Ursula Flint-Black. I'm writing to prepare you for the dinner tonight. We fight some times...so...prepare.

Signed,

Phineas Black

You were confused. What was so bad about this dinner? Fighting in families was normal, but...this was different. Well, with no time to waste, you begin to dress up. You decide to wear a blue dress to represent your house with golden trimming. It was a simple dress, but still beautiful. You walked out of your room, checking the time. Professor Black said he was going to meet you on the flying class lawn. You had about 10 minutes to get down there. Luckily, you had floo powder. Other students looked at you curiously as you walked out into the main room. Amit walked over to you, his usual look of pursing knowledge on his face.

"What are you all dressed up for?" He asked with a grin. "Are you seeing that Slytherin again?" What? Amit realized he had said something he shouldn't have.

"How did you know about Sirius--"

"Sirius Black!" Everett shrieked, running over to you. "Really? You were with Sirius Black last night!"

"Not last night, but--" You were cut off by Everett's screaming of excitement.

"You are close with Professor Black and his son! She's this close to being able to shove us half-bloods and muggle-borns into their pure-blood faces!" He cheered. Amit gave a nervous smile, turning to you.

"I'm sorry. I was gazing at the stars and...I saw you. I didn't mean for...this to happen." He motioned to Everett.

"It's alright. I trust you more than Everett so try and shut him up, okay?" You say.

"Why? If you don't mind me asking of course." He gave a nervous laugh.

"I'm visiting the Black family for dinner tonight. Professor Black and I are trying to stop a dark wizard and you can't tell anyone!" You hiss at him. Amit nodded quickly, stepping back a pace.

"I wish you luck." He whispered, turning around to stop Everett from spreading the knowledge further. You let out a sigh of relief as you use the floo powder. On the flying lawn, Black was watching some students play Summoners Court. Leander Prewett and Natsai Onai were facing each other in a pain staking long competition. You tapped the headmaster on the shoulder and whipped around in surprise.

"You came?" He sounded shocked by your arrival.

"Of course I did." You raise your eyebrow at him. "Why wouldn't I?"

"I just thought after my letters..." He trailed off before shaking his head. "Shall we leave?" He extended his arm to you. Like father like son it seemed Sirius and Black were more similar than you had anticipated. He held your arm (Which made you blush a bit as it was strange to have the headmaster hold your arm) and Black said the name of his house and there you were. Inside the home of the Black family. He left go of your arm as Sirius and Phineas rounded the corner.

"Merlin's Beard! You actually came!" Sirius looked astounded at you. "I thought after all the letters I sent you..." Black looked confused at his son, but continued past him down the hallway. The room you were in looked like a library that had two hallways that led out of the room. Sirius looked around the corner to make sure his father was gone. "He hasn't talked to me about the flight a couple of days ago."

"Neither I." You reply, wondering why Black would fail to mention it. He didn't even imply that he had seen anything. It was rather odd for him not to find a reason to punish a student...then again it was his own son and a student who was helping him defeat a dark wizard from his past.

"I'm taking that as a good sigh for now." He said as a thundering of feet came from the opposite hallway. A young girl with black hair ran into the room with a dark brown almost black haired boy.

"You must be Y/N!" She exclaimed, running up to hug you. "I'm Belvina and that's my brother Arcturus." The boy gave a small wave. "My other brother is with my mum, but I think four is enough!"

"What are you up to this time?" Phineas asked, his black hair glistened in the light.

"I just wanted to play a game before dinner." Belvina said, but Ursula walked into the room with what you assumed was their younger brother.

"Arcturus, can you take Cygnus to the dining room?" She asked as Arcturus rolled his eyes. He guided his brother down the hallway and Ursula smiled at you. "You look lovely this evening." She commented, motioning for you to follow her. You obeyed. Sirius and Phineas were whispering to each other as Belvina complained to her mother about not playing a game. Ursula led you down hallway after hallway until after what felt like years, they made it to the dining room. Black was standing next to his chair at the head of the table. When you walked in, he looked at you with a smile, but tried to hide it from Ursula.

"Father." Sirius, Phineas, and Belvina bowed and stood next to their chairs. Ursula nodded to them so they could join their brothers who were already seated. You stood awkwardly, btu Ursula could see your distress as she guided you to your chair. The room was large and extravagant. It was if it was made of gold. The table was large and held plenty of food. You almost felt guilty for touching everything due to how fancy it was. They joined in a prayer (Which sounded like a pure-blood chant) and you tried your best to follow. Finally, everyone started passing food around. Black was watching you intently which made your stomach twist. Had you done something wrong already?

"Y/N." He said once everyone caught all the food they needed for the time. "This is my family. It seems you have been introduced to everyone." You nod.

"No need to be quiet dear, we don't mind." Ursula added.

"Oh, uh. Yes, I feel well introduced." You say. Ursula smiles while Black takes a bite of his steak. They sat in silence for a moment, eating their food. You had never eaten food that looked this expensive before, so you were figuring out your best approach to not look stupid.

"Y/N?" Belvina asks as you turn to her.

"Yes."

"Why does father like you more than us?" Both Black and you spit out your food. Ursula stifles a laugh.

"Belvina." Black hisses, "That is not how we speak to guests."

"It was a question! I'm sure we all want to know the answer--"

"Belvina!" Black snapped. She sunk in her seat and stared at her plate. Sirius and you exchange a knowing glance. "I don't like Y/N more than you." He added.

"That might be a lie." Phineas muttered under his breath. Like daggers, Black glared at his son.

"Thank you for inviting me." You say, trying to change the subject. Ursula smiles.

"Of course dear. I thought that since you were working with my husband that you should at least get the chance to meet the family." She shot daggers right back at Black. He ignored her.

"That's very thoughtful." You look at your plate. Sirius is whispering to Phineas and you catch a few words.

"Get ready to run." He said. What did he mean. You had tuned out most of everything else so you weren't ready for the glass plate that hurled at your head.

"Duck!" Sirius yelled as him and Phineas booked it out of the room. You hide under the table where Arcturus and Cygnus are. They cuddle up against you as you hear Black, Ursula, and Belvina fighting over something. You were already tired of the fighting as you stood up with your wand and said,

"Silencio."

It took them a moment before even realizing what you had done.

"Obviously, you all need to talk if this escalated so quickly. What was it that you were even fighting about?" They glared at you. "Right." You undid the spell and they all yelled,

"You!"

It seemed you had some work to do.

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Hi! Welcome to my blog! ✨

Below you'll find my Hogwarts Legacy/Harry Potter masterlist! Please note that all of my fics are written with a female MC. Nsfw fics will be clearly labeled with warnings. All of my nsfw fics are with aged up characters! Please do not interact if you are under 18!

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Hi, i just want to know if you still write and if you do, are you taking requests? I love your writing, btw the Richard jackdaw fic was soooo good

Hello! First up: Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed the little ghost smut :D

Yes, I still write, I've been quite productive recently (check my Masterlist for more info, if you're interested). Here are my last three works (careful, all of them are NSFW and the Seb ones are a little depraved!):

Scars (Aesop Sharp x f!reader)

Nightmares... and helpful snakes (Sebastian Sallow x f!mc)

A Special Kind of Bond (Sebastian Sallow x f!reader)

And oh please, yes, I take requests! Give me all of your requests!

But please note that I am most comfortable writing Sebastian (and most recently also a certain Potions master), I've never written anything with Ominis (that I was happy with at least) or Garreth or other characters. I could get back into the mindset of a certain horny ghost as well again, but anyone else I'm just not too sure I can pull off properly. But we'll see, if the prompt is good, I may consider it :D

So, please, dear anon, and anyone else interested in requesting me to write ANYTHING, please do! I am always looking for ideas and incentives to write!

Thank you for your ask! :)