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thetotomoo · 19 days ago

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sorry to bother you, I'm your hl fanfic fans, I love you write arthur plummly ,amit thakkar, andrew larson and other little character ,thank you write this

Hello, Anon! No bother at all! ❤️❤️❤️ I’m happy to answer comments and questions!

I’m very happy you enjoyed reading them! They were a joy for me to write and I hope I can one day bring the gentlemen back together in some odd shape or form. 😂

Funny enough I do have a random draft for them all together in a piece currently titled “The S.A.D Club” aka Single Arsed Dad Club. It’s one of many WIP (my notes literally tell me to stop making more WIPS 😂) that focuses on the HL characters as single dads and finding love! (Leander is an honorary member because he’s just so loveable I couldn’t think of possibly making him single, divorced, and/or widowed). It’s not complete by any means (I seem to keep running out of time this year for all the works I want to do 😅).

“How?”

Sebastian Sallow was struck— quite literally and figuratively.

“What do you mean how?” Ominis Gaunt cast him a rueful look, “I suspect it happened the same as anybody— he asked.”

“Yes, but how?” And ‘why’ was the other question currently needling his brain.

Among the few friends gathered in the room alike, Sebastian could not comprehend how in Merlin’s name, Duncan Hobhouse managed to be the first of their little club to find a woman to marry him.

Dubbed by Ominis Gaunt as the “Single Arsed Dad’s Club” or as Ominis like to refer to themselves in public, “The SAD Club” hosted weekly gatherings to exchange helpful information for the successful rearing of their respective children.

In truth, the brunch hours spent at someone’s home, the park, or the zoo were spent little on the merits of meal planning and tips on toilet training in favor of more pressing matters— gossip.

What had begun in their early years of polite conversation had devolved into a screaming match one fine afternoon. After several nights of interrupted sleep and months of no enjoyable company, the fine group of single fathers’ had broken down and recounted precisely the nature of their backstories.

Everett Clopton had broken first. Separated from his wife for irreconcilable differences and granted full custody of his daughter, the lady’s man of their formative youth had put himself in a state of wondering how he was supposed to raise a successful young woman.

Andrew Larson broke next, widowed and citing that their problems paled in comparison to the problems of the father of a young boy possessing a brilliant and exceptional mind as his.

Duncan Hobhouse had broken third, newly separated then, and feeling ill-prepared and ill-equipped to handle feedings and the administration of his daughter’s medicine.

Garreth Weasley broke after a moment of silence after that. Not a separated father or a widow— but a man who had been desperate to start a family and so adopted two of his own. It was his own fault– he sobbed. He loved his children; he did. But a young father at the age of nineteen? Even his family had thought him mad.

Ominis Gaunt had broken down not long after—also not separated or a widow; he had not wanted children. But the unexpected passing of his older brother and the news of the sorry state his two children had been left in tugged at his heart. At the gentle prodding of his Aunt Noctua, he ran at the last hour and took them into his home. Rescue aside, he felt aloof and cold in their presence, unsure how to speak or help them—did children like the ballet or the opera?

And Sebastian Sallow? He had sat silent, mulling over everyone’s words. He was widowed with a son, much like Andrew was. But his son was… just his son— happy, curious, and with a penchant for a bit of mischief like his Aunt Anne. He was a good boy. It was Sebastian who was suffering. Widowed and a father at a tender young age, the loss of his wife had not sat well with him for months. He had become a shadow and so far removed from enjoying the company of his own son. And so, at the eleventh hour of their scheduled meeting, he broke.

What followed was an Ominis Gaunt-mandated holiday for everyone in their group on a remote island, fixed with their own furnished cottages, the fabled Gaunt staff that would see to their and their children’s every meal, cleaning, and needs. And despite the chaos and likely a set of traumatized staff after a week, the gentlemen of “The SAD Club” forged on stronger and more honest with one another.

“Come on, Sallow… surely, you still remember how to talk to a girl.”

Tall, lanky, freckled, and sporting a shock of ginger hair, Sebastian glared at Leander Prewett, “What are you doing here? Since when were you single?”

“Hmm, I don’t quite remember,” Leander smiled, “I am a father, though.”

Leander Prewett—dubbed the honorary member of “The SAD Club” stood before them bearing baskets of home-cooked meals from his wife for the gentlemen and yet… still married (happily), still the father of his brood of three children, and still just as hopelessly lost as they were in fatherhood.

Sebastian stared wistfully as he waved farewell to friends. One arm was laden with toys and extra clothes, the other held the basket of food, and his shoulder carried a giggling, albeit tired, young boy.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, love?” He peered up to meet the brilliant blue eyes of Silas Oliver Sallow.

“Helena didn’t come play today.”

Helena Hobhouse and Silas had been friends for as long as Sebastian could remember. He had been surprised— so sure his cheerful son would cling to Garreth’s children more. But he thought Silas took after his mother, preferring to find his company among those he thought didn’t fit quite right in.

“Helena’s daddy erm… has gotten married,” he coughed as he strolled down the sunset drenched streets leading toward the train.

“Married,” the soft hum and silence were much too brief for Sebastian when Silas asked, “What’s married?”

“It’s…” he paused, chewing his cheek as he settled them into their compartment, “It’s when two people come together and become a family.”

“Like us?”

He chuckled, “Adults, love.”

“Oh… you mean like you and Aunt Anne.”

And then he choked wide-eyed at the only other person in their compartment, a woman with long blonde hair and a summer dress, hid behind a large newspaper, “No! No– no… not— erm…”

“But you and Aunt Anne are adults.”

“Yes, but—”

“And we’re a family.”

“Yes, but—”

“Are you and Aunt Anne getting married?”

“No!” Sebastian squeaked out, glaring at the rustle of paper and feminine cough on the opposite seats, “No… Aunt Anne and I will not be getting married. Ever. Erm… marriage is… between two people who become lifelong friends.”

“Oh,” Silas nodded, “Like me and Helena.”

“Exactly,” he breathed, making a note to apologize to Hobhouse if his young son was already thinking of proposing to his daughter, “A marriage is a good friendship between two people who stay together and create a family of their own.”

“A family? Like a mummy and a daddy?”

“Yes,” he said softly, “Like a mummy and a daddy. Or mummies. Or daddies.”

“Oh,” Silas nodded again, “So, Helena has two mummies.”

“Yes, love,” Sebastian smiled, “Helena has two mummies.”

“Will I get another mummy?”

Sebastian’s breath caught, and he stared at the wide and hopeful eyes. He had never considered it— the dark few years of Silas’ mother’s passing had left very little space for another woman in his life. After Anne shouted at him, he had focused so much on Silas that all thoughts of the prospects of dating and becoming married again had never occurred to him.

He had urges certainly… but it was nothing that a quick wank in their bathroom or in the dead of night could accomplish.

What would it be like to give Silas another mother? To have a wife again? Sebastian thought deeply with Silas’ big blue eyes waiting impatiently for his answer.

“Yes,” he said after a second, “But… they would have to love you first.”

And, he thought silently, they would have to love Silas with all their breath and heart as though he was one of their own. Anything less, and Sebastian would consider it imperfect.

“Daddy,” Silas snorted, “That’s easy!”

Suppressing a roll of his eyes, he laughed at the Sallow charm etched on Silas’ face– reaching to tuck him closer beside him.

One more hour– he thought as giggles turned into soft snores and the train rumbling on the tracks moved along.

“He’s a lovely and precocious child,” the soft voice proclaimed behind the paper.

“I’m glad we were so entertaining for you, miss,” he spat.

“Now, now… that sounds just a tad too bitter, sir,” she said before folding her paper carefully beside her to reveal a coy smile, annoyingly pleasing pout, and twinkling green eyes, “I meant nothing terrible, sir. Why— my brother and I are often mistaken as our father and mother at formal functions. And I can assure you, it’s right embarrassing to interrupt a Minister to correct him in the middle of our introductions to several other ambassadors.”

He flushed, lips twitching as she arched a brow at him.

“Fair enough,” he smirked, “Though I think I’d rather prefer explaining the definition of marriage a hundred times than be asked about a new mummy again.”

“Ah,” she nodded, crossing her legs as she leaned back in her chair and smiled— eyes softening at the sight of Silas curled beside him, “Well, I’m sure whatever you decide, they’ll easily fall in love with someone as sweet as he.”

~~~***~~~

Sebastian lay that night, tossing and turning for a good hour before he reached for his mobile, opened “The SAD Club’s” group of texts, and wrote:

SS: Silas asked if he was going to get a new mummy.

EC: 🥵🍆🍩🙌

GW: ❤️💖💞💘💒

AL: Good. And I would like to offer my condolences for the future Mrs. Sallow in advance.

LP: Oh my days! Mate, what do you need??

OG: Emergency meeting. Steepley’s at eight. DO NOT BE LATE.

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expecto-kedavra · 1 year ago

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Heyyyyy I loved your first piece! 100/10. Def made me cry. I’m ftm trans and can never seem to find too much he/him stuff with the gals. Can I ask for a male Hufflepuff MC and Imelda Reyes romantical piece? I kinda like the rivals to friends dynamic. Maybe even more 👀 thanks bestieeeeee

Hey :) sorry this took a minute. I’ve been busy 😅

!- grumpy teenagers, parental issues, soft Imelda lol

Hufflepuff MC + Imelda Reyes oneshot

Rude. That’s all I had to say. Imelda Reyes was rude. “YOu aNd eVeRYonE eLsE nEed tO gEt THicKeR SKiN” her words rang in my mind as I sped away. I had just obliterated her weak trial record. She wanted to tell me to get thicker skin? After she whined about me cheating? I couldn’t push it out of my mind for days. As I lay in bed that night, Arthur Plummly could tell something was on my mind. “Fancy a chat?” He asked. “Something seems to be weighing heavy in your thoughts.” How right he was. “I just wish people weren’t so damn rude.” I confessed. “Ah. Yes, it seems even in a wonderful school of magic and mystery, there always seems to be bullies.” I knew he understood. I’d seen him picked on too many times by Leander Prewett and Eric Northcott. I always stepped in for him. Arthur wasn’t the type to stand up for himself. He was my friend and I always made sure he and everyone else knew it. Bullies have no place here, not if I can help it. Eventually I pushed the Slytherin’s snobby tone out of my mind and me and Arthur fell asleep talking about Kneazles.

The days came and went. One day I helped a second year Ravenclaw named Zenobia Noke find all her gobstones. When she told me that Imelda played a part in hiding them, I headed directly to the quidditch pitch to confront her. “A SECOND YEAR??” I bellowed. She smirked. “What do you care? She was a brat, and I taught her a lesson. You’re just being weak and ignorant.” Laughing as she turned to walk away. The act of defiance and arrogance lit up my temper. “Imelda Reyes, you are a bully and a pathetic loser who can’t help but whine and cry when someone is better than you. You think you’re so good at everything, and so special but really, you’re just insecure and small. Maybe one day you’ll grow up.” And with that, I left. I didn’t care what she had to say.

The next day at dinner, I sat by Arthur and Poppy. “I heard what you said to Imelda. Bullies like her need to be reminded that they’re not in charge here.” Poppy said. “Yeah, she’s been giving us grief since we were first years but you told her!” Arthur added. I looked at both of them thankfully. I was glad I did stand up to Imelda, but there was a piece of me that felt that maybe I was too harsh. I pushed it to the back of my mind and began to eat.

That night, I scrambled up the stairs to the astronomy tower. I had forgotten to finish my star chart, and Professor Shah would not tolerate any more late work. I set up my telescope and found Sirius, then Vega. I was deep into thought when a voice rang out over the cold night air. “I don’t think you’re weak” I damn near jumped out of my skin. I located the voice, and found that it belonged to Imelda. “Sorry?” I asked. She was leaning on the railing, wearing a thick green and grey sweater. “You’re not weak.” She repeated. “Don’t make me say it again” she said with a glare. I laughed, and her face softened. “Don’t worry Imelda. Nobody shall know you said something nice to me.” I couldn’t help but notice that her tone was somewhat different than usual. Not high and snotty, but softer. I was intrigued. “What brings you out here tonight? Enjoying the weather?” I inquired. She looked back out into the Highlands. “No, not the weather. I was actually thinking about you” She said plainly. I was surprised. Was she just up here seething? Plotting my demise? “I’ve never had anyone stand up to me the way you did. It makes me wonder if you’re right. About me being insecure and mean.” I couldn’t help but feel guilty with her words. ‘Imelda, I-“ but I was cut short. “My mother was never very…nurturing. She tried to force me into a mold, said I should focus on real world things, not quidditch and flying.” I could hear the bitterness in her tone. “I admire your integrity. You’re fiercely protective, and I think that takes a lot of courage.” I was shell shocked by her words. “Maybe I tried to distance myself so far from my mother I didn’t realize I was becoming like her.” We stood there a moment, the wind and the owls the only noises. I broke the silence. “You spent years honing your craft. Hard work and dedication. Then here I come, some new guy, and I best your times and yell at you. It kind of makes sense why you were defensive.” She looked over her shoulder at me. My heart fluttered unexpectedly. I don’t know why. I didn’t tell it to. Rude. “You mean that?” She asked. “I do. I have alot of respect for your dedication. Quite honestly, you’re incredible.” I kind of sputtered out the last bit. I’m not sure if it was the way her hair gleamed in the night, or the way the moonlight reflected off her soft skin…. She laughed at my awkwardness. “Well. For a new kid, you’re also a tad incredible. Credit where it’s due.” Her eyes glittered, sparkling like the stars I came up to chart. We fell silent again, and I couldn’t help but stare at her. Even with her sweater, I could tell she worked to keep her figure lean and quick, but also toned with a good bit of muscle. The perfect Chaser. She caught me staring and I quickly looked away, pretending I had something on my shoe. “You know, people would find it quite funny if we became friends.” Of all the things said this night, that may have been the most shocking. “It would be quite funny.” I replied. “Maybe I’ll even have to take you on a date, that’ll really throw them for a loop.” I didn’t know where that came from. Maybe the sorting hat should have put me in Gryffindor with nerve like that. “Maybe you should.” She stepped closer, her dazzling eyes studying my face in the moonlight. I felt my face get hot, and my heartbeat jumped into my throat. “Has anyone told you, that your lower lip twitches when your nervous?” She asked. “What? No. I’m not nervous. Are you? I’m not sure why I’d be-“ before I could stammer out any more poor excuses, she shut me up with a kiss. I closed my eyes and melted into it, wrapping my arms around her. She pulled away, blushing. She cleared her throat and looked down awkwardly. “Now who’s nervous?” I joked. She looked back at me sheepishly. “I didn’t quite expect the butterflies to be that strong.” I laughed and grabbed her hand. “Would you follow me? I know a house elf named Deek who makes the best late night stargazing tea.”

We were right. Everyone’s reaction to us not at each others throats was quite amusing. When she walked up to me in potions and asked to borrow some knotgrass, everyone froze. “Don’t bother repaying me, I have plenty.” I told her. We looked around at all the shocked faces in the room. “What’re you lot staring at?” She asked roughly. Everyone quickly returned to their cauldron. Garreth looked like he’d seen Peeve’s undressing, and Sebastian’s face was as white as the Fat Friar. “Would you come with me to Hogsmeade after class?” I asked her. I could tell she was reveling in the confusion surrounding us. It was quite entertaining. “Yes, I’d fancy a butterbeer with you.” She planted a quick kiss on my cheek and returned to her cauldron. Everyone’s heads looked like they were about to explode. It was hilarious. Sharp snapped everyone out of their trances. “Back to work everyone, your invisibility potions will not brew themselves. Though I’d reckon if they did, they’d be more impressive than what’s been brewed today.” But even he couldn’t hide his amusement. From then on, me and Imelda trained together, laughed together, and just enjoyed each others company. She’d tell you it’s for the reactions, but she’s wrong. You haven’t seen the way she stares at me.

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