#By your side

[darkartfinds]

"By your side..." by Junaid Mortimer

[hananoami]

How to tell this man I would be more than willing to lose sleep over it.

[mrsheo]

My illustration for @byszine 💙💙💙

[nyoomfruits]

carnally needing dad!oscar… please tell us more….

you've heard of dad oscar now get ready for. objectively terrible baby sitter lando norris

Oscar puts Oliva down on her little playmat in the living room, tells Lando his only job is to keep her there and then disappears upstairs with the stack of laundry. Lando sits down on the floor next to Olivia, crossed legged, and pokes around in her impressive collection of toys for a bit while Oliva just stares at him again, still clutching on to the otter.

“Alright Pocket Piastri,” Lando says, pulling out a few blocks. “How about this.” He stacks them on top of each other and does a little tada motion, before knocking them over again. Olivia doesn’t even blink. “Though crowd,” Lando grumbles, before diving back into the toy chest.

He tries a few other things, but Oliva keeps just staring at him, and like. At least she isn’t crying, but Lando promised Oscar he would take care of Olivia. Not watch her just sit there like a surprisingly chubby house plant.

“Aha!” Lando exclaims, in a last ditch effort to get at least some kind of emotion out of Oliva, retrieving a little keyboard from the bottom of the toy chest. “Now we’re talking.” It’s not a proper keyboard, clearly meant for kids, but when Lando presses some buttons it still produces some decent tones, and he can work with this.

He fiddles with it a little and then manages to produce something that remotely resembles ‘Mary Had A Little Lamb’. He’s so pumped he actually managed to extract a semi acceptable song out of the little keyboard that he totally forgets he has an audience when he’s suddenly brought back to reality when he hears a soft little giggle.

His eyes shoot up, fingers still on the keyboard, and Olivia is smiling at him now, wiggling a little in place as she waves her little fists around.

[yourlovelyspace]

One of my Life Goals 💝

[zyaesthetics]

Oh to be loved by you...

[mochiwei]

I’m beyond honored that I got the opportunity to draw the cover of @byszine! 💕🌸

I loved drawing all the lil’ slice-of-life moments between Link and Zelda 💕 Which one is your favorite?

[sallowsunshine]

love triangle between reader, sebastian, and garreth weasley? Maybe things come to a head during a “friendly” quidditch match between Slytherin and Gryffindor

LOVEEE THIS- Year 6, things have smoothed out. It’s a normal year so far and quidditch is back! I’m going to use Hufflepuff as the house for reader, just so she’s not pulled to support one or the other based on house loyalty (Also posted here)

By Your Side (Sebastian SallowxReader)

The Great Hall was buzzing louder than usual, the students chatting excitedly with one another. Quidditch was back after being canceled last year, and the first friendly match was today, between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Tryouts ended early last week, and you were the backup seeker for Hufflepuff. You wouldn’t see much playing time until you could prove yourself, but you understood. It was only really your second year at Hogwarts, and your second year flying on a broom.

You were sandwiched between Poppy and Adelaide at the Hufflepuff table eating breakfast. “Who are you going to cheer for today?” Poppy nudged your shoulder with a smirk on her face. “Team Garreth or Team Sebastian?”

You roll your eyes. “I’ve decided I’d be a bad friend if I picked one or the other, therefore I am cheering for both of them.”

The doors open with a bang and the Slytherin table starts cheering as their Quidditch team enters. Some boos come from the Gryffindor end. You join in on the cheers, clapping your hands while you search for your friend amongst all the green. You finally spot Sebastian, his eyes searching the Hufflepuff table until they land on you. You smile and give him a little wave. He grins widely and gives you a big wave back. This is the first time you’ve seen him in his uniform. He’d grown a bit over the summer, now standing almost a foot taller than you. You’re glad to see him smiling, as it was so rare these days, after what happened last year. You were the one to suggest trying out for Quidditch. He had made the team his fourth year, it was canceled his fifth, and after everything that had happened, he wasn’t going to try out again, but you insisted if he had something like a hobby to practice and improve at, it would be a welcome distraction.

Before the team even finishes taking their seats, the doors are thrown open again, cheers erupting from the Gryffindor table. You clap again, and immediately spot Garreth’s Weasley red hair from the Quidditch players entering the Great Hall. He catches your eye and winks.

“He’s coming over here!” Poppy smacks your shoulder.

“Ouch! Poppy, quite it.”

Garreth approaches you with one hand behind his back. “How’s my favorite potions partner doing?”

“Hi, Garreth.” you stand up and smile. “Are you ready for the game today?”

“I am, indeed. I’ve brought these for you, hoping your good luck will rub off on me today.” He pulls his arm out from behind him and presents her with a small bouquet of red and yellow roses tied with a gold bow. Some of the girls around the tables gasp.

“Oh Garreth, that is very kind of you.” you smile and take them from him.

“I’ve got to join my team now, but I hope to see you out there.” he winks again and leaves.

You sit back down, a bit embarrassed he gave you flowers in front of your entire house. You knew Garreth liked you, based on the relentless flirting, but he had yet to ask you out. You also had a feeling Sebastian liked you too, but he was a bit harder to read. The two of you had been through so much together from the moment you met, and you cherished your friendship with him beyond anything else. You didn’t want to jeopardize it by telling him you had feelings for him if he didn’t reciprocate them. If Garreth actually asked you out, you would decide to come to the conclusion that you and Sebastian were only meant to be friends.

“How cute!” Poppy gushes in your ear. “Oh, don’t look now, but Sebastian’s watching you.”

You feel even more embarrassed to know that he saw Garreth give you flowers.

-

Sebastian entered the Great Hall with the rest of the Slytherin Quidditch team, the adrenalin from excitement and anticipation pumping through his veins. His eyes scanned first to the Slytherin table where he sees Ominis and Anne sitting together. They still had not been able to find a cure for Anne, but they found a spell that eased her pain enough to come back to Hogwarts. She still had to take days off to rest, but Sebastian was just glad she could be back at school. They still weren’t on good terms, but he knew it would take time for her and Ominis to come around. Next, he gazes over the Hufflepuff table. He finds you in the mix of black and yellow and sees you. You smile and wave, and he grins and waves back. It’s been hard, his best friend and his twin giving him the cold shoulder. But you- you were a light in the shadows. You were the warmth of the sun. You hadn’t given up on him. He knew you were still hesitant with your trust, but you stayed by his side despite what he did.

Sebastian takes his seat and boos with the other Slytherins when Gryffindor’s team enters the Great Hall. He sees a redhead break off from the others and head toward the Hufflepuff table. It’s Garreth Weasley. Sebastian’s eyes narrow. Weasley is headed straight for you, and from his angle, Sebastian sees the red and yellow flowers behind his back.

Sebastian bought his backup quidditch top in hopes that you would wear it and show your support for Slytherin (and him) but it looks like Garreth beat him to it. He tucks it away, no chance he’ll be able to give it to you now. He eats his breakfast, trying to think about the game and not about you.

-

“Sebastian, wait up!” You call out. The two teams were heading out to the Quidditch Pitch to start warming up. He stops and turns, looking for who called him. You jog to catch up.

“I didn’t get to wish you luck!” you say bashfully, avoiding eye contact.

“I saw Weasley give you flowers”, Sebastian blurts out. “Did you wish him luck, too?”

“Oh, yeah, he did. And I did. There’s nothing wrong with wishing both of my friends luck.” you say, a bit defensive.

“Well you might as well cheer for Gryffindor, those half-witted gits,” Sebastian grumbles.

“Okay, Sebastian, that was not necessary.” you cross your arms. “You’re my friend too. One of my closest friends. Of course, I’m going to cheer for you.”

“I- thank you.” Sebastian backs out, cooling down for a moment. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get upset. Imelda’s got the whole team worked up over this game.”

“It’s okay, I understand.” you smile, and before you can chicken out, you move forward up on your tiptoes to kiss him softly on the cheek.

“That’s for good luck,” you say, backing up. “See you after the match!” you run back towards the castle.

-

The Hufflepuff is gone before he can find his voice, but he moves his hand to his face, fingertips brushing where her lips touched his cheek. A smile graces his face, and then he mentally smacks himself when remembers the uniform top he meant to give you. That would have been a perfect time.

-

The pitch is practically shaking from all the cheering, stomping, and yelling. Gryffindor and Slytherin are tied, the golden snitch nowhere to be spotted. Sebastian and the other Beater have been playing good defense, Sebastian sticking by Imelda, their best Chaser (probably the best Chaser to come from Hogwarts), and protecting her from the incoming Bludgers.

Sebastian can’t believe Garreth made Beater for the Gryffindor team.

All game, he’s been taunting Sebastian, knocking brooms with him, or swatting the Buldger at him. It’s thrown his focus totally off, but luckily he has yet to make a major mistake. It’s difficult to do when Imelda keeps threatening him with violence if he doesn’t straighten out and do his job.

Imelda calls out a code for one of their formations and he zips over to line up with his teammates and protect her as she flies with the Quaffle toward the three rings. She scores easily and the crowd’s roars are deafening. The adrenaline high brings a smile to Sebastian’s face. A flash of red zips up by him- Weasley.

“Nice trick, Sallow, but it won’t win the game for you.” Weasley taunts. “Speaking of tricks, I’ve got one that I think our little Hufflepuff friend will like, if you know what I mean, eh?” he chuckles, and Sebastian fumes.

“Don’t you talk that way about her, Weasley. She’s not your girl.” Sebastian calls over.

“I’m only having a bit of fun, lighten up, Sallow. If you care that much, you’d make her your girl before anyone else finds the guts.”

Sebastian’s grip on his broom tightens. “Sallow, on your right!” A teammate calls out, and he barely reacts in time to hit the flying Bludger away towards the Gryffindor Chaser in possession of the Quaffle.

“Pay attention, Sebastian,” Imelda growls from behind him. “We need you at your best if we’re to beat Gryffindor today. Just then, the crowd erupts into cheers, and the two Seekers speed by. They must have spotted the Snitch.

“Go! We need to stop them from catching the Snitch” Imelda commands, and Sebastian pushes forward to pick up speed, his bat at the ready.

Weasley is once again by his side, matching Sebastian’s speed. “You think she’ll give me a congratulatory kiss when Gryffindor wins this match?”

“Bugger off, Weasley.” Sebastian leans in and knocks his broom against Garreth’s.

Chaos erupts with the two Seekers being mere feet ahead, also knocking into one another, their arms extended forward, grasping for the Snitch. Sebastian tries to focus on the task at hand, but Weasley’s struck his last nerve.

His eyes are so focused on Weasley, he misses when everyone else ducks down. Panic raises as he yanks himself down, but he doesn’t quite make it, the tip of his broom catching one of the barriers of the pitch. It throws him off his broom, and he’s falling ten feet to the ground. Everything goes dark.

-

You’re in the stands with Anne and Ominis, binoculars at your eyes, giving Ominis a verbal playback of everything that’s happening.

“They’ve spotted the Snitch!” you say, grabbing Ominis’ wrist in excitement.

“Who?”

“Sorry, both Seekers are after it. There goes Sebastian and Garreth, I think they’re going to try to clobber the Seekers! Oh- no, I can’t see them anymore, they’ve disappeared underneath the Pitch- oh there they are again- oh wait- I’ve lost them, nope- there they are- and-” You stop suddenly and gasp, wordlessly watching as Sebastian loses control of his broom. You pull away your binoculars but you still see his body fall and crash toward the ground.

“I’ve got to go!” You race out of the stands.

“Wait what happen-” You don’t hear the rest of Ominis’ question, you’re pushing past students, taking the stairs down to the bottom two at a time, hopping over the railings.

You reach the entrance to the pitch, the game continuing since no foul had been called. The crowd’s uproar is deafening, one of the Seekers must have caught the Snitch, but you don’t care. Pushing your way on to the pitch, you’re by Sebastian’s side in an instant.

“Sebastian!” You cry out, scared to touch him, scared of how injured he could be. He doesn’t react, his eyes closed, but he’s moaning in pain, curled up in the fetal position. He stops moving, probably passed out from the pain.

“He needs the nurse! Someone get Nurse Blainey!” you scream, but only a few are paying attention, everyone is focused on the win and the end of the game.

-

Sebastian wakes up in one of the beds of the Hospital Wing, his ribs and one arm bandaged up. The windows are dark, it must be nighttime. His mind is hazy, and it takes him a minute to recall the last memories before blacking out. The impact rushes back fresh into his mind and he cringes in pain, squeezing his unbandaged hand. It startles him when he realized that his hand isn’t empty, but another is gently holding his four fingers. He turns his head, and there you are, curled up in a chair next to his bed, your hand extended out, holding his. You’re fast asleep, still, wearing the previous day’s clothes, but there’s another addition Sebastian didn’t see that morning. His house scarf is draped around your neck. You had a bad habit of stealing his scarf, claiming it to be warmer than your own, but he didn’t believe you. He never asked for it back the last time you borrowed it, and you must have worn it for the match.

It brings a smile to Sebastian’s face. Garreth was wrong, he’d already made you his girl. Sebastian just hadn’t realized it himself, until now, seeing you stay by his side throughout the night. Until now, seeing you wearing his scarf.

Sebastian squeezes your hand, trying to wake you up gently. Your eyes flutter open.

“Sebastian?” you whisper. “Oh Sebastian, are you okay? How do you feel?” you sit up quickly. “That was a nasty fall.”

Sebastian tries to speak but finds his throat too dry to get words out. Instead, he grunts in pain, trying to sit up.

“Don’t- No, don’t move. Or speak. You might hurt yourself further.” You jump into action. “Let me get you some water.”

Sebastian lays back and closes his eyes. There’s so much he wants to say to you, but he’s in too much pain. Those words will have to wait. For now, he lets you take care of him, and he feels a weight off his shoulders, knowing with you by his side, everything will be okay.

[soulinkpoetry]

You get me and that’s why you’ll always have me by your side.

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[teathattast]

No matter what or

Where we end up

You could try and

Do your worst

But you know I′m stuck

By your side

[hananoami]

MY GOODNESS. Please enjoy these out of context snippets from Zayne’s level 70 affinity unlock, ‘Sanctuary’ 🫣😳🫦

Being called a ‘good girl’ by this man has me weak fr… 🥺 like sir, I will gladly get down on my hands and knees for u

[nyoomfruits]

i am in love with your fics. like so in love. please never stop writing 🫶🫶

ANON THIS IS SO SWEET big mwAH for you and also here's a snippet from my upcoming dad!oscar/dj!lando fic as a thank you

Nothing happens, that first season Oscar drives for Red Bull. Or, well, plenty of things happen, but nothing happens between them. Oscar is too focused on proving he belongs with Red Bull, Lando is too focused on having fun, and they barely cross paths. They talk, the few times Lando goes to a race, and Lando finds out Oscar is really just that calm, cool and collected, while somehow also being soft, smiley, giggly. It’s a fascinating enigma.

Fascinating enough that Lando keeps coming back for more. Fascinating enough that something does happen, in Oscar’s second season at Red Bull, right at the start. Lando isn’t one to show up to the opening races, usually, but he was free, Max offered, and so he finds himself at the crowded Red Bull after party nursing a vodka coke and talking to some of the Red Bull employees.

Oscar is there, because Oscar won, and Lando catches glimpses of him, in the crowd. His face is flushed red, and there’s this almost permanent bashful little smile on his face as people pat his back and congratulate him. He’s wearing a white button down, and as the night progresses more and more buttons come undone, his hair becomes messier, the flush on his cheeks more pronounced.

Lando doesn’t know how he ends up with his back pressed against the wall of a deserted hallway just past the bathrooms, Oscar’s mouth hot and heavy against his own, his hands tangled in Oscar’s hair, Oscar’s hands on the small of Lando’s back.

He guesses it has something to do with those vodka cokes, and the stupid buttons of Oscar’s shirt, and definitely with the hair. But he’s not complaining, because Oscar’s a good kisser. Hard, desperate, yet soft. Caring, almost. It’s sweet, weirdly. And really, ridiculously hot, so.

Lando’s not very surprised he ends up in Oscar’s hotel room. And based on how that goes, he’s not that surprised he ends up there again. He is surprised, however, about how much he starts to like Oscar. Aside from the whole vague fuck buddies thing they’ve got going on. Like yeah, he likes the sex, but he’s starting to like the after part, too.

The part where Oscar gently urges him into the shower despite the hour because he knows Lando feels better about it later if he does, offers him a shirt to borrow when Lando’s own gets stained with cum somehow. Let’s him sleep over, when Lando’s own hotel is halfway across the city they currently find themselves in. Offers him breakfast, always, and asks Lando about his day as they eat, seeming genuinely interested in the answer.

So he likes Oscar. And Oscar. Oscar clearly doesn’t hate him, so. Maybe… Maybe?

But then New Year’s happens. Then the baby happens.

So, yeah. That’s the end of that.

[ticklingtimetickstotest]

I am the type of lover who'd write love letters.

[yourlovelyspace]

And I love you a lot 💝