#Felix rosier one shot

[evermourning]

𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 - lee felix

pairing: lee felix x reader (bewitched series pt. 3)

wc: 1.1k

genre: long distance, fluff, comfort, slice of life, non idol!au, vacation romance trope

warnings: language, pet names (honeybun, baby, babe, beautiful, sweetheart), just like soft love <3

a/n: i know absolutely nothing about flowers

there was absolutely no fucking way you had a boyfriend now.

not only that, he was drop dead gorgeous? you practically had to restrain yourself from screeching whenever he sent selfies of his sun-kissed skin, covered in freckles and his adorable lips turned upwards into a warm smile. you just wanted to tangle your hands in his wispy blonde hair and play with it for eternity.

what was even wilder to you was that this gorgeous specimen of a man noticed you. he actively gave his all to you in your relationship, regardless of the ocean between you.

you could remember meeting him like it was yesterday.

you were on vacation in australia for the summer. the beaches were lovely, but what you truly loved most was the gardens. there was one by your hotel, filled with flowers of all vibrances, colors, sizes, you name it.

while traipsing through the alluring garden one sunny saturday morning, you knelt down to admire a bed of multicolored flowers.

"are those primroses?"

you turned and made eye contact with the most handsome boy you'd ever laid your eyes on. his deep chocolate eyes were just as rich and velvety as his voice, which bore fathomless undertones. it was making you unreasonably flustered, too.

"yeah, they are...i think." you said, stumbling over your words. he simply chuckled, crouching down next to you. "they really are beautiful. did you know they actually have healing properties?"

looking back, you now realized how serenely ironic this was, as he ended up being the one who healed you, piece by piece.

"can i be honest? i know absolutely nothing about botany." he said sheepishly. "i just thought your beauty was breathtaking and wanted to shoot my shot.."

"would you like to walk with me? my name's felix." he said, outstretching a small hand for you to shake. you nodded. there was something about him that was so calming. he felt like the eye of the hurricane, the light at the end of the tunnel.

the rest of that summer you two spent falling in love.

however, on your final day, he didn't say goodbye. he just held you in his arms, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"shhh...don't cry, beautiful." he'd murmured. "we'll make long distance work. i promise."

and this is where it came to now. you flopped into bed, pulling out your phone, eagerly awaiting an incoming call from your loving boyfriend.

when he finally did call, you picked up so quickly, lighting up at the sight of his smiling face.

"hi, sweetheart!" he beamed. "how was your day? tell me all about it."

as you began talking animatedly, you noted how felix's smile slowly got wider, and his cheeks rosier.

"-my friends keep telling me i'm practically skipping down the street these days! those idiots just don't get it, i swear." you rambled.

"well, if they're being rude about it, i'll beat them up. nobody talks to my honeybun like that."

"please never say that again." you said with mock exasperation, eliciting a small giggle from felix. he smushed his face into the pillow to hide the blossoming shades of pink on his freckly cheeks.

"why? can't i show you my love?" he asked, pouting. "god, i miss laying beside you. now we just have to sleep on call. it's not the same!"

"i know..." you laughed, sighing. "next time you're on break from university, let me know, okay? i'll try and book a flight to you."

instead of being met with an ecstatic "yes, please!" from felix, the sound of soft snores and breathing came from your phone speaker. you looked at him, and fought an adoring smile as you looked at his sleeping figure. his face was half-pressed into the pillow, his blonde hair messy. he looked so snug under his comforter, you couldn't help but just stare...

the numbers on your clock read exactly 3:30am, and although you were tired, nothing could prevent this feeling in your heart. it was like a rose, beautifully blossoming in hues of deep red and burgundy, overtaking every nook and cranny of your anatomy.

while your loverboy slept, no doubt dreaming of you, you stared at him. so close, yet so far. falling for him and his antics with every passing second.

...

you sat in front of your birthday cake, its candles lit and shining, taking a deep breath before blowing them out.

"what did you wish for?" your mother asked, a suspiciously sly smile on her lips.

"i just wished that lix could be here to celebrate with me...we've been talking a lot this week and i just really miss him." you said, a bit poignantly. your mother laughed sympathetically, patting your shoulder.

as you walked out towards the porch, somebody grabbed your hand and pulled you towards them. you made eye contact with the same pair of deep umber eyes that you saw so many months ago. there stood felix, a pink bouquet in his hand and the toothiest smile ever. you squealed with delight as you hugged him tightly, giving him a loving kiss.

"i forgot how gorgeous you are in person," felix giggled, kissing your cheek. "everyday i just think about how blessed i am that you love me. oh! look at this bouquet i got you." he handed it to you.

"there's like three different types of flowers in here, babe. i'm not a botanist." you laughed.

"well, i just searched up flower language on the internet. these are baby's breath, they symbolize everlasting love. and these are pink camellias! they're supposed to be for like- longing, you know? cause i missed you so much." you didn't think felix had stopped smiling that entire time. "and...i'm sure that you know these ones."

you squinted, trying to figure out what type of flower they were...then it clicked.

"oh my god, are these primroses?" you asked, feeling your cheeks heating up as felix nodded energetically.

to you, the bouquet of flowers was like a promise. a reminder that no matter how many miles or seas were between you two, your love was still just as strong. it really made you believe that felix was the one.

did this really start as long walks along the beach and late night facetime calls?

it was certainly just so pretty of a thought, wasn't it? one call in the early hours of the day was the wakeup you needed to realize that while he was sound asleep, you were head over heels.

@evermourning, ©2023. all rights reserved.

[whatwouldvalerydo]

The deadly trio

A small one shot for Talia, Akira and Jin. Because as years pass, creatures still roam the earth

Akira would have not been possible without @cursebreakerfarrier <3

“He’s here, Akira’s here.” Came the whisper from Talbott, following Talia one portrait at a time, down the empty school halls. But she already knew he would come for her. She purposely slightly lowered the school defenses once everyone left for the summer that marked the end of her seventh year as headmistress for Hogwarts, school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

We would not bother with the ground keeper, the skeleton crew was of little importance for him “Leave us.” She commanded the nagging voice “Or I will burn down all the portraits hanging on the walls.” Turning a chilling stare towards the frame he invaded, she witnessed several other portraits running away, refusing to be seen, just like the ones in her office, always empty and dark.

Talbott stared back at her, a light shinning down on the magical paint, for a second Talia having the impression he understood there was no way he could do anything, all shattering when he tried to reach out to her. If the person who painted his portrait and gave it life was still around, she would have hunted him down like an animal. There was no reason for a portrait to carry so much emotion, but in the back of her head a small voice spoke, telling her it was probably Talbott’s doing.

Reaching her office, her hand halted on the handle for a moment before she finally turned it, entering the office that had been her home for the past years. She found him sitting down on the cold marbled stairs, hand absent-mindedly swirling a glass of red wine. Her red fucking vintage wine.

But when he finally decided to look at her, it was not anger or hate she saw first. It was familiarity that softened his features before he forced any feelings for her away, a deadly glare directed her way, intimate and frightening "Talia."

"Akira."

Her eyes held his gaze, patiently waiting, her back leaning against the closed door, wood digging into her skin. Seven years, nothing in the face of an immortal, however even for creatures such as them, wearing the scars of centuries, there was a fault in their creation. A small one, often overlooked by both, yet still visible through the vast cracks of their souls. Once born a mortal, you can never truly outgrow it.

“Seven years Talia. Seven long years with barely any communication.” He snarled at her through wine-stained lips, glass shattering on the ground dividing them.

She blinked slowly, inhaling before speaking “And it’s not my story to tell why that is. You will soon learn.”

Getting up, every step he took echoed inside the office harboring their bodies, tension bouncing off the walls “You sentimental creature.”

She could not deny that. It was the truth, forever etched in her soul. At first the years at the school went by slowly. Then the lies flowed effortlessly, created stories, fables upon fables. How Talbott received a different ending, a happy one, close to someone else. How she went on to have his child, yet married Felix, Dorian carrying the Rosier name instead of Winger. How she took the Crane name back until much, much later. How Dorian soared the crips mountain air with Charlie by his side, having grown old and grey and she never considered to blame his godfather for not saving him.

The first lie made her feel tainted, but then the stories flowed, a past she wished could have been. A past she so desperately wanted to see as a reality.

And then it became so easy. To be there, to exist and fulfill her promise. Because the past was hers. Whenever her eyes would rise, she saw something that belonged to her, bright orbs catching glimpses of the life she lost, all in portraits and fleeting reflections, brief moments when those she lost were there with her.

“Where do we fit in your fantasy Talia? Where is your sentimental side when it comes to us?” his voice bringing her out of her day dreaming.

“In protecting your identity.” She spat out “If I were to even state us, our legacy, what would it even be? A fable in a dusty old covered book? A story none would dare touch, barely even able to look upon the countless pages or cover for fear of catching an awful curse or some unspeakable old disease lost to time? We do not belong in books and stories. Not yet.”

Tilting his head slightly, he further approached, glass shards crushing underneath his shoes “Yet you exposed yourself. After everything.”

“Please.” She straightened pushing herself away from the door, not realizing initially she was slouching slightly “We both told our secrets, shunned the world for years. We did it together.”

“Yet someone managed to get in that head of yours. Is that why you burned down the archive at the Ministry? Because we were dusty old records?”

Wide eyes took him in, Talia retreating when he wanted to touch her “I thought that was you.” Akira freezing, hand hovering between them.

“Who are you protecting?” closing the space between them, his open palms slammed against the door, sound ringing against Talia’s body as she was boxed in between the door and Akira “Who the fuck managed to get into your head? Have you lost your mind completely?”

“No, I haven’t.” she defyingly held his gaze “I knew exactly what I was doing. You just couldn’t be part of it. Not until the seven year mark. Not until he was safe.”

“He?” a bewildered expression took over his mask, Akira trying to piece together scraps of information he did not hold. His swift hands could not hold records that did not exist, a safety measure, the tabloids said after the fire destroyed everything, Talia refusing to release anything Hogwarts harbored.

“Not what you might think. No mortal man can hold a candle to you. Though he is mortal.”

He laughed, a hollow sound chilling the thin air between them “A child.” He exhaled, eyes rolling as he pushed himself away from her “You fool. You sentimental fool. Why are you protecting a child from generations long expired? For people who don’t even remember you.”

A knock rang against the door, Talia opening it to reveal Jin “Oh but I do remember and I am far from being expired Akira.” Leaning closer to Talia he whispered a soft “thank you” in her ear before he turned to look back at the menacing glare directed at him “I have some explaining to do, though I do still feel I do not owe a thing.”

[domaslut]

Clarice Charlotte Blackthrone, my Mc.

In order to introduce you to my main Hogwarts Mystery oc, I have decided to create this post. If you’d like our Ocs to interact, let me know and I might mention them in the future drabbles and one-shots I will publish.

I have personally edited the picture below. If you wish to use it, or re-post it, please, give me credits. It took hours.

Name: Clarice Charlotte Blackthrone.

Face claim: Nina Dobrev.

Date of birth: 28th August 1970.

Occupation: Hogwarts student (1980-1987); Auror.

Affiliation: Death Eater (forced by her family); secretly, member of the Order.

Status: alive.

Hair: she has long and straight brown hair. She usually lets them loose down her shoulders and wears a simple black hairband.

Eyes: the color of her eyes varies. It depends solely on the light. They are essentially blue, but, if you ask her friends to define their shade, it might end up being a real argument.

Blood: she is a pureblood. Her parents were both Slytherins and they were top Death Eaters. They both survived the first wizarding war and now are helping the Dark Lord to gather followers to raise again.

Wand: beech wood with a phoenix feather core, 12 1/4” and reasonably supple flexibility.

Patronus: her patronus is a wolf. It symbolizes her aptitude to rely on herself only.

Personality: Clarice is a kind and lovely person. Despite her kin with Death Eaters, she does not share their ideals. However, her childhood and living with her parents have deeply influenced her. She might turn out to be aggressive, exceptionally cunning and sarcastic. Her sadistic side emerges during duels and, after them, she usually spends her days on her own, regretting her violent outbursts. As a real Slytherin, she is shrewd and ambitious and would do whatever it takes to achieve her goals, or protect the ones she loves. She is brilliant and competitive. Some may say she is morally grey and that is indeed truth. She is willing to sacrifice her happiness to see her loved ones happy. She is a supportive friend and a generous person.

What does she hate: she hates lies and manipulative people. Her parents have lied to her for years, imposing their authority on both her and her older sister. However, she is keeping just a secret from them and from some of her friends. In addition, she loathes losing and bullies. It might be a “Slytherin thing”, but she hates Gryffindors with the only exception of Bill Weasley.

Abilities: do you remember the little secret she is keeping for herself? Well, Clarice is an Animagus. She has not declared her ability to the Ministry, since it is her only way to truly escape from her parents and avoid conflicts when she is not in the mood for confronting people. Clarice is also exceptionally skilled in Charms, DADA and Potions and she gains a lot of House Points to help her House. She is labeled as “the best duellant of Hogwarts”. Being the daughter of two Death Eaters granted her the chance to know how to fight and defend herself before many of her classmates.

Years at Hogwarts: she had started attending Hogwarts in 1980 and graduated in 1987.

Sexuality: straight.

Friends: Clarice has two best friends: Chester Davies and Felix Rosier. Among her other friends, the only significant one is Bill Weasley. Although she would have loved to make more friends, most of the students labeled her as a person to fear and pity and she never really got the chance to approach them without scaring them away.

Romance: she dated Chester for a while, but her heart had always belonged to Felix. Her friendship with Chester was not messed up when they broke up and they kept on being the iconic trio they had always been. Moreover, her family had already told her that, in order to be able to marry Chester, he should have agreed in become a Death Eater. That caused the girl to break up with him to save him from a future of misery. She is now married to Felix out of pure, unconditional love. The Blackthrones had already set up their wedding not caring about their feelings. However, the couple had got married in secret, as an act of rebellion against their parents’s will to strictly observe the protocol.

Interests: she loves reading muggle novels and listening to music. She usually drags Felix, Bill and Chester with her to explore the muggle world and the famous museums. At times, she goes to concerts too with her older sister. During her free time, she loves drawing. However, she does not like coloring. All her works end up being black and white.

Significant members of the family.

Clarice Charlotte Blackthrone (my MC).

Tobias Richard Blackthrone † (Clarice’s father);

Gemma Vivienne Blackthrone-Rossellini † (Clarice’s mother);

Gwendolyn Mary Blackthrone † (Clarice’s older sister);

Jackson Ross † (Gwendolyn’s first husband);

Totila Samuel Pearson (Gwendolyn’s second husband).

TRIVIA & QUOTES.

Some lines she told people.

• To Chester Davies, talking about her family:

“They are monsters. I was told about the unforgivable curses at the age of seven, Chester. I will never forget the day my father murdered a muggle before my eyes. I was sitting on my mother’s lap, writhing in fear, begging her to let me go… She laughed at me, holding me down and forcing me to watch my dad torturing a poor man in our living room. If I ever become a murderer, the blood on my hands will be theirs”.

• To Felix Rosier, during a party at the Rosiers.

“You are the only person in this room I do not despise. Now, let’s dance. Our parents are watching us and, probably, discussing about our future marriage”.

• To her older sister, Gwendolyn, before joining the Death Eaters about to attack Hogwarts.

“Either you kill mom, or I will. But don’t you dare dying on me, alright?”.

• To Felix Rosier in France, after she killed a muggle instead of Felix during a Death Eaters’s meeting.

“I don’t regret doing what I did to save your soul. I don’t care about mine, anymore. I am already doomed… All I care about is you”.

• To her mother, during the battle of Hogwarts.

“Avada Kedavra”.

• To Bill Weasley, drinking Butterbeer to celebrate the end of the sixth year at Hogwarts.

“Thank you for not having given up on me, even if I am… Well, you know. I am glad you are here. I love you, Bill, for real”.

• To herself, crying in her bedroom.

“Let’s go back to what I do best: self-deprecating for being my father’s daughter… Is it just another way to self-destruct, though? Argh, whatever”.

• To a Gryffindor bullying her and Felix.

“You are fucking right about my family, you know? Rather foolish of you to step into a pit of vipers… Allow me to introduce myself. I am Clarice Charlotte Backthrone, the witch who kicked your brother’s ass during our first year at Hogwarts. What makes you think I won’t just rip you to shreds in the Great Hall?”.

• To Chester, sneaking into the Ravenclaw Tower to sleep with him.

“What do you think it would be worse: Flitwick having an heart attack, or Snape detracting House Points from our Houses?”.

Some facts about Clarice.

• Her Animagus form is a white British Short Tail with piercing blue eyes;

• She can practise some powerful spells without using her wand, just like her grandfather;

• She speaks Italian fluently, since her mother is italian;

• Although the color of her eyes is blue, she loves turning it brown instead because the natural blue pigmentation reminds her of her father’s eyes;

• During the battle of Hogwarts she was standing with the Death Eaters in order to protect Felix, but also help the Order to catch some Dark Wizards without them knowing that there were traitors among their crew. However, she was forced to kill some allies from the Order who did not know her truly intents. Among the Death Eaters, she killed her mother, but she got severely injured by her father. She was saved by Felix and Chester who managed to kill him. She was the responsible of the Death of Tulip Karasu, Liz Turtle, Barnaby Lee, the former Gryffindor prefect and Penny Haywood.

• She attended all the funerals, taking the full responsibility for what she had done;

• She named her first child after the name of her deceased sister, murdered by her mother;

• Currently, she lives in Paris with Felix and their children.

[cecexwrites]

🌻 🌻 🌻

I'm currently trying to settle my brain down to focus on like one or two maybe even three things. It's not going great but I will talk about my Harry Potter Project.

So I've made an new OC who's going to be paired with Sirius. She is a friend of Regulus's along with the other Skittles. The two of them are at odds with each other because she was raised to be the good girl who follows her family's ideals. She's a Rosier (Because of course) and her brothers, Evan and Felix are incredibly over bearing.

Then I have a Golden Era thing I'm vibing with rn with a bunch of ocs and the main reason I'm unsure about posting about it here is because it's low key just me writing whatever trash I want and having fun with it and also it includes the Fanon characters of Matthew Riddle and Lorenzo Berkshire and idk.

Then because I'm me there will be a next gen.

But anyway the way I'm writing the golden era thing is I'm doing a bunch of prompt-y one shots and I'm going to pull them together into a cohesive story and it does mean that not every scene I write will make it in but I'll have a little like side fic of 'deleted scenes'

I have bought like 14 notebooks for this project because I'm handwriting it

[lara-kaminari]

Pink pill - Felix Rosier x Reader (MC) One-shot

Summary:

- Hey Tulip, do you remember when Felix Rosier asked me for a MC headache pill? - Yes, Tonks. And? - Maybe, accidentally, I gave him another kind of pill. -You mean...? -Shit, yeah.

Contenido:

Félix luchaba con sus propios sentimientos esa tarde en la biblioteca junto a MC. Ella estudiaba junto a él, pasaban el tiempo juntos antes de ir al partido de quidditch que se disputaría; otros de los amigos de la rompe maldiciones estaban allí, pero no les daba importancia.

Apenas podía concentrarse en el libro abierto frente a él; su amiga reposaba su cuerpo contra el estante de libros, sus piernas estaban cruzadas, y por alguna extraña razón le parecían fascinantes. Se preguntó cómo se sentiría simplemente acariciarlas o reposar su cabeza en ellas, bajó su vista de nuevo hacia el libro. Nada de eso pasaría, él se graduaría pronto y ella se quedaría a disfrutar la vida de una adolescente de quince años, ¿por qué se repetía constantemente su edad? Tener diecisiete años no es una edad tan avanzada, quizá podría…

Ella lo estaba mirando, ¿por qué lo estaba mirando? Oh no, ¡él también la veía! No lograba bajar su mirada, como si estuviese congelado y entrenado para verla a los ojos. Sintió su garganta volverse seca, su mente era atacada con preguntas sin respuestas ¿acaso iba a revelar sus sentimientos? ¿En la biblioteca? ¿Susurrando románticamente?

— Siento que mi cabeza va a estallar por leer tanto, ¿podrías pedirle a Tonks una píldora para el dolor? — Preguntó con voz dulce; no podía negarse a esa sonrisa amable, parecía apenada ¿por qué? Haría cualquier cosa por ella.

Asintió y se acercó a la metamorfomaga que estudiaba junto con la pelirroja.

— Disculpa Tonks, MC dice que necesita una píldora para el dolor de cabeza ¿tienes alguna?

— Oh claro. — Rebuscó entre su mochila y sacó un pastillero, era una cantidad inusual de medicamentos. Ella notó su sorpresa. — Estuve ayudando a la señora Pomfrey en esto de curar personas, déjame ver… ¡Tiene que ser esta!

Le extendió una píldora rosa y él le agradeció antes de irse, revisándola bien notó que tenía un corazón grabado, algo cursi para ser un medicamento.

— Aquí está tu salvación. — Dijo melodramático mientras le entregaba la píldora con una reverencia. Su compañera río ante el gesto y la tragó sin más. — ¿Estarás bien? Recuerda que iremos a ver el partido, los gritos de la multitud no serán lo mejor si sigues con tu dolor.

— Estaré bien, seguramente me recuperaré rápido.

Ella volcó su vista al libro, y Félix tuvo oportunidad de volver a espiarla a escondidas. Esta vez se tomaría el tiempo necesario para analizar cada una de sus facciones; sus pestañas eran tan largas y estaba seguro que era natural, algunos mechones de cabello caían sobre sus mejillas esponjosas ¿tendría oportunidad de apretarlas alguna vez? Se deleitó con sus labios, estaban heridos porque MC los mordía según su estrés o ansiedad, él podría morderlos también si eso la calmara.

¿Otra vez con esos pensamientos? Era imperativo concentrarse en su futuro y no en una chica de secundaria, pronto estaría trabajando en la reserva de dragones en Rumania, cumpliendo su mayor sueño y dedicándose a… Oh, ella desprendió los primeros dos botones de su camisa y empezó a agitar su mano para darse aire ¿Tenía calor? Inusual, no se encontraban en una época especialmente calurosa. De cualquier manera, era estúpido intentar encontrar lógica en la manera de ser de MC, ella iba contra toda normativa escrita y no escrita.

— Félix, no me siento bien. — Susurró; sostuvo su cabeza con su mano mientras intentaba mantenerse de pie. Se sintió un tonto por no darse cuenta antes de su estado, era momento de mantener los pies sobre la tierra. — ¿Puedes llevarme a nuestra sala común?

— Tranquila, te tengo. — Tal parece que se perderían el partido. Varios alumnos de slytherin pasaron a su lado con las caras pintadas y banderines, al menos con la Sala Común en silencio podría descansar y sentirse mejor.

Tal como predijo, no había nadie allí. La acostó en los sillones frente al fuego mientras verificaba su estado, sus mejillas estaban tan rojas y su temperatura corporal no hacía más que subir, ¿Sería fiebre? Al menos podría redimirse cuidándola y atendiendo cada una de sus necesidades.

Ella se incorporó y comenzó a quitarse la camisa sin pudor.

—¡Espera! No hagas eso aquí, ve a tu cuarto y ponte una pijama al menos. — Dijo mientras la detenía. Ella se veía diferente, le hizo un puchero mientras volvía a desabrochar los últimos botones de su camisa.

— No quiero ropa, tengo calor.

— Bien, pero no puedes desnudarte aquí sólo porque sí. — Volvió a levantar la prenda y se la extendió, intentando con todas sus fuerzas no ver lo que no estaba permitido.

— Llévame a tu habitación, necesito acostarme. — Suspiró, al menos allí podría tenerla controlada. Fue su guía hasta el cuarto, ella seguía sin cubrirse la parte posterior del cuerpo y temía no poder controlar sus ojos si ella no se cambiaba.

Dejó a MC en su cama mientras él se encargaba de asegurar la puerta, lo último que necesitaba era dar explicaciones sobre porqué una chica semidesnuda estaba en su cuarto y específicamente en su cama. Simplemente era la fiebre y las alucinaciones, la chica que conocía jamás podría haberse quitado la camisa frente a tu muchacho por algo tan banal como un golpe de calor ¿O sí? Desgraciada caja de misterios que jamás podría entender. Apoyó su frente contra la madera mientras sostenía el picaporte, intentaría que durmiera y si no presentaba mejoras iría corriendo con la señora Pomfrey.

Al voltear creyó que también estaba alucinando, ¿era la fiebre? ¿Se transmitía tan rápido? Imposible, esa mañana estaba bien y ni siquiera había presentado síntomas. Entonces, ¿Por qué estaba viendo a MC completamente desnuda en su cama? Ni siquiera en sus mejores sueños habría imaginado algo así, eran demasiados detalles para ser producto de su joven mente. Su cabello alborotado, las mejillas rojas como manzanas, la redondez de sus senos y como sus propias manos acariciaban cada centímetro de ese joven cuerpo. Una de sus manos bajó más, excedió el límite entre lo real y lo imaginario, se estaba tocando a sí misma.

No sabía cómo reaccionar, ninguna palabra salía de su boca ¿Qué podía decir? Su propia mente lo traicionaba pidiendo más, ansioso de escuchar los sonidos que ella emitía cuando dejaba entrar y salir sus dedos. Se acercó a pasos lentos hasta estar frente a su compañera, una vista única y tan perfecta, el movimiento de su mano era mágico y se retorcía de placer como una ninfa del bosque. Tuvo que sostenerse de las columnas de su cama para no saltar sobre ella en ese mismo instante, si estaba alucinando no quería ser devuelto a la realidad.

Ella abrió sus ojos para verlo directamente.

— He hecho esto muchas veces pensando en ti, Félix. — Esa sonrisa, la forma en la que mordió si labio. Se quitó la ropa con una rapidez no humana, necesitaba seguir escuchándola, aprovechar cada segundo de ese sueño divino.

Se posicionó sobre ella para robarle los primeros besos, una boca tan dulce e inocente, diciendo las cosas más obscenas. Lo atacó una urgencia desesperada por saborearla más, su lengua se enredaba con la suya provocando que ella pasara sus brazos alrededor de su cuello y apegara más su cuerpo. Su toque era tan real, al fin podía morder esos carnosos labiosos y hacerlos suyos; sintió su entrepierna palpitar urgida por ser tocada. Como si leyera su pensamiento, ella bajó su mano y masajeó lentamente su miembro.

Estaba mal, ¿por qué lo estaban haciendo? Maldita sea, él era su prefecto y su figura de autoridad. Si no se detenían ahora podrían romper más reglas de las que deberían, todavía podía salvarse la situación si le explicaba que… Su boca lo traicionó al soltar un gemido de placer, MC estaba usando sus dos manos para estimularlo y sus labios besaban y mordían su cuello desprotegido. Aún estaban a tiempo de parar, sólo necesitaba…

— Rómpeme, Rosier. Siempre quise que fueras el primero.

Al diablo con las reglas.

Sus dedos encontraron el camino hacia su agujero, estaba tan mojada y caliente. Jugueteó un rato viéndola pedir más mientras acariciaba su clítoris con el pulgar, sus dedos se abrieron y cerraron igual que unas tijeras, dispuesto a prepararla él mismo. Su lengua recorrió uno de sus senos, succionando y mordiendo con cuidado.

— Te preparaste muy bien para mí. — No lograba descubrir el origen de su creciente hambre sexual, ¿el deseo se mantuvo resguardado tanto tiempo? Ya no poseía control sobre su propio ser, fue demasiado tiempo observándola en la biblioteca e imaginando escenarios indebidos que borraba lo más rápido que su cerebro le permitía. Ahora ella estaba allí, temblando de éxtasis y proclamando su nombre entre jadeos.

Abrió sus piernas, y se posicionó para entrar. Echó un último vistazo para observar a aquella chica sonrojada, desnuda, y ansiosa que pedía por él; iba a volverlo loco, era su especialidad. Empujó hacia adentro con cierta dificultad, su amante se sujetó de las sábanas con fuerza y gritó su nombre mientras arqueaba la espalda; aumentó la fuerza de sus empujes maravillado por como sus senos se movían al ritmo de las estocadas, por como sus ojos seguían en él y le dirigían una mirada de puro deseo.

Era tan bueno que rayaba lo fantasioso, mordía su labio con fuerza para asegurarse a sí mismo que no se había desmayado en la biblioteca y que no despertaría en la enfermería con una MC actuando normal a su lado para cuidarlo. Su parte lógica lo interrumpía para recordarle que estaba mal y era más difícil de lo esperado poder quitárselo de encima.

— Félix, no pares… Necesito más…

Un prefecto debía ayudar a sus estudiantes, ¿no es cierto? Le dio vuelta con agilidad, acarició su espalda y notó que portaba un pequeño lunar detrás de su cuello. El sonido de gemidos volvió a sacudir la habitación; se movía rítmicamente contra las caderas de su amante, dejando escapar suspiros de excitación y placer. Con sus manos a cada lado de su pequeño y suave cuerpo, se sujetó para asegurar su fuerza en cada empuje.

MC deslizó su mano por debajo para acariciar su clítoris, era consciente de que pronto acabaría y se lo hizo saber a su acompañante. Quería ser llenada por su esencia, soltó un gemido al imaginarse a sí misma chorrear la sustancia espesa y blanca de su prefecto; su cuerpo se tensó cuando él tomó su cabello y tiró su cabeza hacia atrás, su mente estuvo en blanco unos segundos hasta que sintió como perdía la fuerza en su cuerpo. Jadeó y se dejó caer contra el colchón, estaba envuelta en una neblina de éxtasis, su único momento de lucidez apareció cuando Rosier acabó dentro de ella.

Él cayó rendido a su lado, con su respiración agitada y sin poder creer que realmente se había acostado con una estudiante ¡No sólo una simple estudiante! Era la rompe maldiciones más conocida del colegio, la chica que no temía meterse en problemas y quitarle puntos a Slytherin, ella flotaba sobre todos con su hermosa sonrisa y esos ojos tan...

MC lo estaba viendo ¿Por qué lo estaba viendo? Cierto, el sexo. Inesperado, irresponsable, contra las reglas y tan maravilloso.

— No esperaba que todo esto ocurriera así. — Dijo con voz suave. Félix tragó saliva, ciertamente había sido una sorpresa para ambos. — Primero quería confesar mis sentimientos, invitarte a salir, comenzar una relación y luego...

— Espera. ¿A qué te refieres con sentimientos?

— Te amo, Félix.

Sonrió, pasó tanto tiempo negándose la posibilidad de amar y ahora ella aparecía para cambiarlo todo. Se inclinó para besarla y ella le devolvió el gesto, pero lo profundizó más rápido de lo que esperaba.

— Todavía siento calor, ¿podemos hacerlo otra vez?

— Creo que tendremos que ir a un lugar más privado, ¿qué te parecería ir al baño de prefectos? No es un mal lugar para tomar un baño.

[mccrps]

Felix Rosier x Reader (MC)

Request(s):

A/N: Literally 2 months to write I am so sorry I’m trash, but also I found a way to combine all this soooo clap for myself on the back for that one. I hope ya’ll all like this one, this is essentially written intertwined with the head cannons for Felix x Reader I just posted. It’s meant to be read after but you can read either one first. Enjoy ! @slytherin-princess1 a million months later but here you gooo, as promised filled with angst, smut, tears and anger. !!! I’m making Hogwarts a college so everyone is 18+

Warning: Smut, angst, it’s not cheating if you’re not in a committed relationshippp. and nothing else really.

Word Count: 1,612

You threw yourself on your bed, taking a deep breath to try and get all of your emotions in check, you had just done something terrible, well... not that terrible because you were single as can be and you could do whatever you wanted. 

But still, terrible. 

You had told yourself over and over again and you still fucked up.

You literally just went to talk to Chester to get some information from him.

All you wanted to know was some of Felix’s inner thoughts. How was he....was he okay...did he talk about you..

You know, those kind of inner thoughts. 

Chester had merely chuckled and shook his head at you. 

“Trying to love Felix is pointless.”

“What do you mean?” You asked quietly, trying your best to not seem so desperate in his answer. 

“Felix is....he’s in his own little world. He doesn’t care about relationships and commitment. I know you think you might know him, but trust me. You don’t. I barely know him and I’m his best friend.”

You blinked a few times, biting your lip as you tried not to cry. 

He didn’t care about you so why should you care about him? 

Before you could lay out the pros and cons of the situation, you closed the space between you and Chester.

The next thing you knew clothes were flying off, moans filled the air and for a split second you seemed to forget everything that wasn’t Chester.

And now here you were, hiding out in the prefect quarters. You had run out of Chester’s room as if it were on fire, ignoring his words as he called out after you.

You ran a hand through your hair, taking a couple deep breaths. 

You were freaking out so much you barely heard the door opening. You jumped slightly when you felt the bed dip beside you.

You gasped, putting a hand over your heart and you felt it thumping madly against your chest.

The familiar grin of Felix was staring back at you, a glazed over look in his eyes. “Hello princess.”

He was drunk. 

You sighed, leaning up on your elbows to look at him. “Hi Felix.”

He reached up, caressing your cheek softly. 

It was moments like this that confused you to no end. Sometimes he treated you as if you didn’t exist. Treat you as if he hadn’t known you for years. As if you weren’t best friends at some point in your lives. 

All the old memories of the two of you coming back. The family parties the two of you used to skip completely to go wander around who’s ever house they were in. Staying at Hogwarts over break because being at school was way better than being at home with your crazy families that were obsessed with purebloods and what they did for a living.

Then other times, like this very moment, he treated you as if you’d been in a relationship since forever, like he was your boyfriend who loved you as long as you loved him. 

His behavior switched more often than not, making you question every single detail until finally you had to find out the truth. 

Who better to know what goes through Felix’s mind than Chester?

And now that question burned through your skin, feeling as if Felix could tell something was off about you, as if the very act was written on your forehead. 

You turn away from him, leaning away from his touch. He frowns, his eyebrows furrowed together.

“What?” His low voice breaks the silence and you had to quickly think on your feet as to why you didn’t want any type of interaction with him right then and there. 

“You hide me and ignore me around your friends....and then you want to fool around?”

Felix chuckled softly, towering over you. You frowned, looking away from him, arms crossed at your chest. Even though this wasn’t an issue that was bothering you at that very moment, it was still an issue the two of you needed to discuss. He bent down, caressing your cheek in his hand as he brought his lips to yours, but still you ignored him.

His mood didn’t falter, taking your silence as a challenge. He leaned back, grabbing your legs and abruptly dragging your body down the bed closer to him.

You looked up at him, his hooded gaze meeting yours. There was no point in trying to argue with him tonight.

He was drunk.

Everything you said was just going in one ear and out the other or just over his head completely. 

He groaned against your neck as you turned away from him the most you could with him pressing himself against you. 

“It’s no fun when you’re not into it.” You hear his muffled voice against your skin.

“Maybe because I’m not? Not really. I don’t want to do this anymore, Felix.” Your voice started to get shaky.

He leaned back again, the look on his face was one of disbelief. 

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that....I’m saying that I don’t want to do this. We...we don’t want the same thing, Felix.” You started to think of what else to say to get him to understand but he still looked just as confused as before. 

“What do you mean we don’t want the same thing. It’s been the same thing, since the very beginning. We both knew what this was. This was the same thing we both wanted.” 

“I know but-”

“No. No. You don’t get to change the rules mid way just because you want to.”

“I know but Felix-” He had started to get up and you jumped from the bed, trying to get in front of him to stop him from leaving before he heard you out.

“Stop. Why are you trying to change something that was already good. This was good. What are you doing?” 

Tears clouded your vision and you shook your head, not knowing how to answer him. 

“I don’t want a relationship. You know that. That’s the only way.” He shook his head too, looking away from you. 

“Felix please-” You reached forward to take his hand but he moved away from you, quickly leaving the room.

You spent days after that trying to avoid them both. You found that it wasn’t very hard, almost positive they were doing the same to you. 

It wasn’t until about a week later, you were in bed, reading what you’d gone over in class when you heard Felix come in. 

You had maybe caught a glimpse of him since you saw him last, him coming in all late hours of the night on days you didn’t have to monitor the halls. 

You’d heard a few girls giggling about their night with him. Jealousy did not suit you well at all. 

When you met his eyes you tried not to let every single emotion you’d been feeling since he walked out evident on your face but you knew with just one glance Felix would be able to sense everything. 

You quickly shut your book and turned away from him, turning off your light. 

He took a step towards you but stopped himself. Not sure of what to say.

He didn’t say anything as he got ready for bed, taking off all his clothes aside him his boxers. He pulled back the bed sheet to get in when he stopped again. Looking over at your figure turned away from him.

He slowly walked over, pulling back the sheets and getting in behind you. You shut your eyes tightly, not sure if this was a dream or not. You felt his arm slid around you, bringing you closer to him. His lips on your neck as he placed a soft kiss in your favorite spot.

You weren’t even mad anymore, the longer he went without speaking to you the more upset you got. You had been waiting for what felt like forever for this. 

Turning to face him, you opened your mouth to speak but he leaned forward cutting you off completely to place his lips over yours. 

His mouth feathered lightly over yours fleetingly, almost as if he were testing the waters. It was you who closed the gap and pressed your lips against his. 

It quickly turned into a heated kiss, teeth clashed together, hands grabbed at the other quickly, clothes weren’t bothered to be taken off.  He was sliding into you quickly, not even giving you a moment to breathe. Cutting off your moans with another kiss his pace didn’t falter or slow down.

Your nails raked down his back, leaving angry marks on his skin making him wince. He gripped your thigh tightly trying to transfer the pain back to you, thrusting harder and you gasped, holding onto him.

He leaned back just enough to speak and made you look at him. He had an intense look in his eyes, one that you had never seen before. “Don’t ever fuck him again.” Your heart beat staggered after hearing that. You didn’t know what to say but he didn’t care. He didn’t want to talk right then. He was making a statement. Adding another rule.

He brought his lips back to yours roughly, groaning when he felt you tighten around his hard length. 

You knew this new rule would complicate things. 

Not because you were going to do it again. 

But because of what it implied.

The rule implied jealousy, on his end. 

You meant something to Felix, whether he wanted to admit it or not, that was an issue you had to deal with one step at a time.

[hphm-stuff]

Requests!

I’m a little disappointed in the lack of HPHM content that exists. I figured it was time to make some of my own.

I’d love to get some requests or prompts for the writing! Feel free to drop any requests or suggestions into my ask box!

I’m down to write pretty much anything.

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Are you still doing the prompts thingy? May I request Felix x MC + 1...? You’re really good at writing!

of course you can!! i really appareciate it and thank you for requesting!!

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felix x slytherin!mc!reader

words: 7.5k

genre: fluff, angst

warnings: (mention of??) major character death

a/n: as i stated before, when concerning a prefect, someone you only interact with if you are in their house, the mc in the piece will be in the same house as the prefect!! also!! these prompts are specifically designed to break your heart... so hopefully you’re prepared and hopefully i did them justice!!

also: i did take some creative liberties with the rosier family tree. i’m not quite sure where felix fits into it all, but being a rosier canonically makes him closely related to some of the op series characters and i wanted to play around with that. hope you all don’t mind!!

"I promise you, just trust me.”

It’s what he said to you when you’d met him again after graduation. It wasn’t planned, quite honestly, you weren’t even sure you’d ever see him again. He was a school crush, a lone part of your childhood that wasn’t tainted with pain and regret. He was a small flicker, the timid burning of light in the midst of all that’s gone wrong in your life until that point. If you were honest with yourself, you were glad that you ended things— not that there was much to end —like you did, able to keep that memory and acknowledgment of him in tact.

So, it was a slight understatement to say you were surprised to see him again, a little older, barely wiser, and freshly twenty years old.

It was December and the wind had begun to kiss your skin harshly, hitting and nipping at your cheeks in earnest. You huddled deeper into the warmth of your heavy winter coat, cursing yourself for opting out of wearing a hat. It whistled vioently in your ears as you searched for your solace in the form of the cozy bookstore peeking into your vision.

You make a beeline for the doors, your entire body immediately shuddering in relief upon entrance. A gloved hand flies up to your cheek and rubs furiously in the hopes to warm them, even if only a little.

The store clerk welcomed you charitably, a soft smile on his face and you returned it as best you could with a face still half frozen. Then with a pleasant nod, you disappeared into the throngs of bookshelves at the display, raking your finger down the spines as you passed.

Each title and set of initials blurred together as you disregarded them, a specific book in mind. Looking briefly above you at the surprising height of the shelves, you took a moment to admire the expansion charm cast on the shop, thanking Rowan for reccommending this place. Christmas shopping had never really been your forte, but thankfully, your mother had dropped the mention of her need for a new copy of her favorite book, her own having been worn and torn for a good while now.

It was as a certain title caught your eye when you heard your name, the voice confused, barely above a whisper.

On instinct your head shot up, your brows already drawn together. And when your eyes realized what they were seeing, they squinted, as if unsure the vision in front of them was really something produced in reality.

He was wrapped in the most formal overcoat you’ve seen so far this winter, the intricate black velvet traveling all the way down the length of it. Underneath was the softest looking grey jumper you’d ever seen and you had to refrain from reaching out to feel for yourself. His hair, as you always remembered it being, was perfectly slicked back, not a single strand out of place.

He was also older, you noticed, which of course you knew but it was more so something you felt than saw. You felt it in the silence that captured you swiftly after, in the weight of it hanging off both your shoulders. You felt it in the way he stared at you, definitely wiser and with many more experiences and first-hand accounts. His curious brown eyes sincere as they take you in for the first time in years.

“Felix?” You queried, even if there was no mistaking the man in front of you, the hint of a smile teasing your lips, something born of fondness and reminiscence.

His own lips twitched, almost as if the action were something unfamiliar. He nodded.

A small breath, akin to a chuckle escapes and you have the urge to hug him, greet him as old friends would, but you stop yourself. You don’t quite know what you were back in school, or now, but whatever it was, seven years without any contact can surely dull the the faint connection. Even as you look at him now, the memory of what you felt for him is simply that, a thing of the past.

“Wow,” You allow, little shame in the way your eyes take him in in recognition, with a tiny dose of interest. “It’s been a while.”

“Seven,” He mumbles in reply, the hint of rose on his cheeks. “It’s been seven years.”

“That’s right...”

Your words trial off and the two of you are left standing in moderate silence, the air around you heavy with recollection from your teenage years, both of yours. When you dreamed of freedom and a family in tact and he all but survived off coffee and two hours of sleep, worries of the future persistent and prominent.

Idly, you notice the book forgotten in his hands. Les Misérables. You smile.

The sound of him clearing his throat startles you back to reality and your gaze snaps back to his.

“Are you holiday shopping?”

He swallows the strange lump in his throat and his stare bounces, refusing to settle in a single spot. You wonder if you should be concerned by how endearing you find the idle action.

Nodding, you gesture to the books around you, not quite sure what to do with your hands. “Mum needs a new copy of her favorite. I’m just trying to find it.”

This time he smirks, no longer withholding the twist of his lips, the kind that you remember used to always succeed in picking up your heart rate. It still has some effect on you, something you’re not certain you’re comfortable with, but it’s far less drastic than it was when you were thirteen.

“Do you still like that muggle author?” Comes his response, dripping from his lips like honey; slow, sweet and a secret to share between you. “Austen?”

You’re about to laugh, hardly able to believe the fact that he remembered something so trivial, when you realize you never told him. You frown.

His pretty brown orbs ask a silent question and you decide to join them. “How did you know I liked Jane Austen? I don’t think I ever told you, as far as I can remember at least.”

“Oh, well, you feel asleep reading Mansfield Park in the common room at least five times a month,” He laughed, a light, airy sound that rings nicely in your ears like wind chimes. “It wasn’t difficult to figure out.”

A laugh of your own tumbled from your lips, stiff and haphazard, but genuine all the same. “I’m just surprised you know Austen.”

Felix shrugged, his shoulders lolling lazily. “I didn’t at the time, but I thought if you loved it so much then it must have been worth a read.”

An eyebrow quirks. “You like Jane Austen?”

“I like Mansfield Park,” He corrects and you roll your eyes, but your smile still sticks to your skin.

You consider teasing him further, but your common sense stops you. Instead, you opt for something else.

“I’m surprised you remembered.”

“Me, too...”

For a moment, all is still. Felix’s eyes seem transfixed, charmed in a sense. A light mirth dances behind his iris, a look you like to think he doesn’t give out to just everyone. The way they gleam, stars reflected inside from the candles lighting the shelves running a shiver down your spine.

You open your mouth to say something else, you don’t know what, but you’re sure you’ll figure it out, when he adverts his gaze down to his watch. A sound of shock leaves him and his lips tug downward. He curses.

“Is something wrong?”

He glances back to you, a regretful quirk of features protrude. “No, I just— uh, should get going. I’ll be late for work, but it was... nice seeing you again, MC.”

You can’t help the upturn of your lips, no longer attempting to hide it. “You, too...”

He fidgets, his fingers twitching, his eyes skittering over to the door, the thought of arriving late obviously weighing heavily on his mind. Still, he bites his lip— an action you’ve never seen from him before —and shifts his weight from one foot to the other.

“Will I, uh— will I see you again?” He ponders, gaze much more hopeful than it was a few minutes ago.

Without even needing time for thought, your head bobs of its own accord. “I hope so.”

A brilliant grin engulfs his face, his entire expression lighting up at the thought.

Your knees go a little weak.

“Then I’ll see you around...”

And he did.

It had taken him almost an entire month to ask you out on a proper date, one that consisted of a bit more than just stolen glances and poorly disguised smiles, on Christmas Day. It tumbled clumsily from his mouth in a subtle panic, the apples of his cheeks red, and this time not from the bitter cold, but instead the way you broke into a dazzling smile.

It was certainly unexpected, the chain of events that suddenly began when you ran into him that fateful day, but you suppose the best things never are.

It’s what he said to you when the rumors started.

You’d been together for a year now, your anniversary having just passed. You remembered why you fancied him back in school, though truth be told, you never really forgot.

Felix was just so different from anyone else you’d ever met, even back then. He wasn’t a man of grand gestures or romantic schemes, but a collector of smiles and little moments. Things you mention mindlessly in passing, jokes you manage to get out through heaps of laughter, and tiny, little infinitesimal insecurities muttered in the middle of the night; those are the things he stores away, remembers for safe-keeping.

Oh, yeah you suppose the fact that his little half-smile is the most endearing thing you’ve ever seen helps, too.

For the first time in years, you find that you couldn’t care less what the future looks like. So long as Felix is there beside you, whatever it is can’t be that bad. It’s something you didn’t think you could feel, not after Jacob at least.

You thought that trust would forever be an issue with you, something you just wouldn’t be able to get past, which is why it came as a shock to you to realize that all the walls and barriers you’ve built around yourself for years seem to simply bow to him. Just being near him causes them all to shiver, tremble in his wake, their exteriors much more brittle than you recall them to be. It’s incredible, to feel this way; lighter and complete and dizzy with happiness.

And it scares the hell out of you.

Though, you muse, isn’t that what love’s supposed to do?

Looking back, you should have known it wouldn’t last, nothing good ever does. You knew that. You knew that but you dared to hope, dared to ignore the voice in the back of your head, the one that screams from past experience and heartache to just… stay on guard. But you refused. You’ve already played the cynic, wasn’t it your turn to be the dreamer?

“You see the ‘prophet today?” Talbott asked, taking a sip of the coffee in front of him, putting down his half eaten lunch- a measly six inch sandwich he’d thrown together this morning before bolting out the door for work.

Swallowing your own food, you shake your head, the only other employee aside from the two of you taking their leave from the ministry’s break room.

The animagus frowned and pulled out his own copy from his overcoat, the page folded together in nine perfect squares. After successfully unfolding it, he slides it across the small table to you, rightside up for you to read. Your eyes catch on the title, everything else blurring into a jumble of illegible signs and symbols.

“DIGGORY BOY DEAD, “VOLDEMORT RETURNS!” — CLAIMS THE BOY WHO LIVED”

You glare at the print in front of you, as if the ink itself had offended you. The words stare back at you, unyielding.

Talbott reaches out to take the paper back, observing you carefully. Snapping back to reality, you shake your head.

It’s then that you notice the slight, almost unnoticeable shadow cast under his eyes and the anxious sag of his shoulders. He’s jittery, you realize, recalling his unsettled actions from earlier this morning.

You lick your lips hesitantly. “Talbott—”

“Do you think it’s true?” Frowning, your head tilts in confusion. Your friend sighs. “Do you think he’s really back?”

Taking a deep breath, your eyes wander back to the article. Supposedly penned by Rita Skeeter, you’re sure it’s a huge exaggeration to say the least, but she also seems to be on the ministry’s side, which happens to be against Harry Potter’s.

You decide to tell him the only thing you can.

“I don’t know,” You explain, Talbott’s face crumbling with worry. You know it’s not what oh wanted to hear, it’s not what you wanted to say, but it’s the truth. You can’t lie to him. “The ministry hasn’t exactly been the most reliable source these days, we both know that, but Harry’s just a kid, Tal. I mean, how old is he? fourteen?”

“You were fourteen,��� He insists, his tone unsteady and uncertain. You’ve rarely seen him this way, you think, afraid and riddled with worry so heavy his cares go out the window.

You don’t like it. This kind of feeling never looks good on anyone.

“You were fourteen,” He repeats, a tired hand taking through his hair, causing the strands to tangle and tumble every which way. “When you entered the third cursed vault, having battled several boggarts, an ice knight, an acromantula, a cloaked figure who tried to kill you... so why is this so hard to believe?”

He’s right. You know he is. And for the second time today you wish you could give him the answer he wants, the answer he needs, and again you can’t. This friendship of yours, as slow as it started, has become one of the most important things in your life and it was built on honesty. So if you couldn’t give him what he wanted to hear, the least you could give him is the truth.

He’s staring at you when you finally relent and his eyes hold the most unlikely mix of dread and foolish hope.

“Because I don’t want to.”

That conversation sticks with you for the rest of the day, your attention stolen by all the possible things that could be happening out there in the current moment.

Is Voldemort sitting with his allies, his most loyal followers, and planning his revenge? Is Harry Potter at school, attending his classes with a pretty mouthful of secrets? Or maybe he’s at a funeral, with a heart full of regrets for a passed friend? And the rest of your friends, have they heard the news yet? Are they as afraid as you are? As guilt-ridden as Talbott?

Then a last thought crosses your mind.

Is Voldemort out rallying his followers?

It makes your blood run cold, the image flowing through your conscious not one you particularly enjoy. Would he come after Felix, the son of a known Death Eater?

It’s these questions that plague you when you return home, tired and stressed and oh so worried. You want to smile when you see Felix’s shoes in the entry, able to deduce that he’d got off early, but you can’t. Not today.

You maneuver your way around the half empty moving boxes, your place an utter mess. It looks like a tornado flew through here but at the moment, you had other things in your mind.

Like your boyfriend, sitting silently by the window, cold, abandoned coffee at his side.

He must have heard you come in, you decide, probably having heard the door open and close. Though, if he’s aware of your presence, he doesn’t show it. He simply stares out the window, small and withdrawn.

Growing restless in the quiet, you speak up first.

“You’re home early,” You announce your observation, putting your things down on the sole couch in this cluttered space. “How was work?”

A beat passes and he says nothing. You don’t make him, knowing that he’ll speak when he’s ready. You’re proven correct moments later when his deep voice responds, hoarse and heavy.

“They gave me the day off,” He replies easily, his eyes refusing to part from the view before him. “Said I could use it to get my thoughts together.”

It’s then you realize he must have been sitting there all day. No boxes have been unpacked, his shoes practically untouched and his coffee left forgotten. You wonder where his thoughts have been.

You stop to ponder your next move, contemplate which approach would get you closer. To him, and how he feels, and what he thinks will come.

However, he doesn’t give you the chance, tossing you a copy of the paper Talbott showed you earlier that you didn’t know he had. Its crumpled and torn, as if he’d been clutching it all day, wishing he’d read every word wrong. You know you do.

“I expect you’ve seen it then,” He declares, his voice low and even, calm despite what you know is probably weighing on him. It would unnerve you if you didn’t share the same habit. “You’d have said something by now if you hadn’t.”

You don’t try to deny it, there’d be no use. Instead, you ask what you’ve been dying to since you walked in.

“Do you think they’ll look for you?”

You blink. Once, twice.

“Yeah,” He still doesn’t face you. “Probably.”

You let out a shaky breath, but stumble over to him nonetheless. You take a seat next to him, slowly so as not to startle him. You skip a glance at his profile, slightly shadowed with the dull grey of the dripping sky which seems to reflect the day’s spirit.

Without a word, you look to the view. “What are we going to do?”

It’s only now that he turns his head, his brown hair a scattered mess and his drooping sad eyes fading no better. Your heart breaks just a little in your chest.

“I don’t know.”

You gulp, but nod along without much choice. There’s nothing one can say to that, not really. So, in lieu of coming up with some hearted variation of “we’re gonna be okay”, your palm finds his cheek, your thumb rubbing soft loving circles into the skin. Felix leans into the touch, his head gentle rolling onto your shoulder.

Together, the two of you sit like that for the remainder of the day, listening to the rain pitter patter against the window like tears, trying not to think of what’s to come.

And the morning after, once the sky has finished crying and the two of you have taken another step closer to accepting the today’s truth, he finally says it. Slow and sweet like honey in your ear, "I promise you, just trust me, MC. We’ll be okay.” You know he’s lying, but you choose to believe he’s not.

It’s easier that way.

It’s what he says when they come for him.

Harry Potter is fifteen now and things have only gotten worse. The ministry has taken over your old school, fired half the staff, and even managed to chase Dumbledore out. You never thought you’d see the day that man steps down, but you suppose nothing is inevitable.

Things at the ministry are much the same. Everyone is on edge, no matter whether they believe Harry’s claims or not, the place is a mess. Those that disagree are fighting regularly and everybody is becoming increasingly more paranoid, even you. Felix has made it his life’s mission to ignore it all, pretend all is as it used to be. He tells you it’s because he refuses to let another war ruin his life just as things started looking up, and quite frankly you agree.

So the two of you don’t talk about it. His family is never mentioned and especially not his parents. You don’t blame him for wanting to get away, if they were your family, you’d do the same. Instead, you go to work and act as if everyone else is just drunk on fire whiskey. You find the time to go out on dates, visit your friends and pretend everything isn’t falling to shit. It’s the only thing you know how to do at this point.

Currently, you’re busy cleaning the last of the mess left by your friends. Angelica had her birthday yesterday but insisted that it be held at your place. Felix wanted to decline, plan it at Chester’s or Penny’s, but you were able to convince him. Your place was the biggest, so it only made sense that you hold it there.

Still, you can see now why he was worried.

There are half eaten cupcakes and gift wrapping everywhere, frosting stuck to your counter and confetti in every nook and corner.

You pout, not looking forward to a morning of cleaning everyone else’s mess. Felix chuckles, amused. “C’mon, I’ll help.”

And with that you get to work. It takes a while, but you enjoy yourselves, a muggle radio playing music for you to listen to as you work, taking short breaks to laugh and mess around.

It’s just past noon when everything is clean, your dishes and rags all put away. Sharing a high five, Felix tells you to change and you can go out for lunch. Excited, you head over to get dressed.

Surpringly, you finish before he does, him needing extra time to fix his beloved hair. This leaves you to wait, twiddling your thumbs and tapping your foot impatiently. You’re about to shout, ask him what’s taking so long when there’s a knock on your door.

Curious and without much else to do, you stride over to the door. Glancing though the peep hole, you see something you never thought you would. Or, maybe you did, you just didn’t want to accept it.

Standing there behind your door is a man and a woman. A man and a woman whom you notice are entirely too familiar. A man with long white hair and stoney grey eyes and a woman with elegant black curls and lips dark and pursed.

“We know you’re home,” The woman drawls, rolling her eyes impatiently. “Just open up, dear.”

Realizing you don’t have a choice, that these are people you just can’t refuse, you steady your breathing. A hand rests on your chest for a beat.

You open the door, gingerly, cautiously.

Swinging the door open, you’re greater with the same sight, not that you expected anything else. The man smiles upon seeing your face, a twisted, charming smile that leaves bile in your mouth. The woman cocks her head, studying you for only a moment before grinning similarly, but with much more mirth and malice.

“Lucius,” You acknowledge with a curt nod, formal and cold. You refuse to to give your thoughts away. “Bellatrix.”

“MC,” Lucius greets customarily, his eyes appraising his surroundings. “Good to see you again.”

Briefly your mind wanders back to when you were introduced, fleetingly exchanging pleasantries at a dinner party for the ministry before being swept away by your respective company. you try your best not to grimace.

“You as well,” The lie drips easily from your mouth as if it were something you’ve always known. You think perhaps you have. “Pardon my blantance,” you lick your lips, never one to beat around the bush, drawing Bellatrix’s attention back to you. “But is there a reason for this particular visit?”

Lucius’ lips quirk, a smirk begging to settle on his face, silently impressed with your boldness. Meanwhile, Bellatrix refrains from scowling, but the way her eyes settle on you in dark disapproval is enough for.

Without wasting any more time for small talk, Lucius clears his throat. “Is Felix home?” He questions, growing tired with formalities himself.

Your heart drops, your blood runs cold, and you swear something in the house breaks. The security, the hopefulness, the dream, the unanswered wishes. Something that you haven’t realized you’ve been clinging to until now.

Squaring your shoulders back, your eyes steeling over and your expression hardening, you take a step back, allowing them entry. Bellatrix strolls ungracefully in, not even bothering to hide the way her face twists with dissatisfaction. Lucius’ brow arches before he, too, makes his way inside.

The woman strides past the shoes placed so obviously by the entryway, walking around to observe the minimal decoration you have set up around your abode. Malfoy, on the other hand, spares it a glance, a brief consideration, then takes a cautionary seat on the couch. With that settled, you excuse yourself to yours and Felix shared room.

You knock sagely on the door, waiting until he opens it with a grin, his hair finalized and his spirits high, completely unaware of the pressing situation accommodating itself in your living room.

Upon noticing your expression, he frowns in concern. “What’s wrong?”

“We have company,” You settle with, sharing with him a distrusting look.

Without further prompt, he takes your hand and leads you into the next room.

Two heads turn in your direction when you return, and you can feel the way Felix stiffens, his hand squeezing yours just that much tighter. You squeeze back, a subtle reminder that you’re still here and luckily it seems to calm him some. At the very least he’s able to nod respectfully to your company in greeting, a charming yet painfully artificial smile tugging at his mouth.

“Hello, Rosier,” Malfoy welcomes him, standing to offer your boyfriend his now outstretched hand. Felix takes it delicately, shaking his hand with a firm grip. “It’s been a while.”

“That it has,” He agrees, nodding more so to himself than anyone else. You stare between them silently, your eyes fleeting over to Bellatrix still in the corner every so often. “And it’s not like I don’t adore your company, Lucius, but MC and I have prior arrangements.”

Malfoy hums in understanding, the baritone of his voice flowing smoothly between the empty space. It sends a shiver up your spine. “My apologies, regretfully we weren’t able to offer a notice of our arrival in advance but we were only given our orders this morning.”

Our orders.

Orders.

This was it, isn’t it? The moment you’ve been trying for so long to deny, what you’ve been ignoring since the start. They’ve come for him, haven’t they? That means the rumors aren’t just rumors anymore. Voldemort’s alive... a war is coming.

Coming.

You breathe in, your mask still held perfectly in place. You will not allow people like them to see through you, it simply isn’t an option. They won’t detect your fear or you be damned.

Felix seems to make the same assumption, an epiphany running haywire behind the dark hues of his chocolate irises. He chuckles.

“Oh really, is that so?” It’s a laugh this time, fuller than his minuscule chuckle, broader, coaxing. Challenging. He walks over to the counter in your kitchen, leaning coyly against the marble. He smirks. You wait. “I didn’t think Lucius Malfoy took orders from anyone.”

It’s a ploy, so arrogant and obvious, you’d have to be deaf to think otherwise. His tone is lilt and measured, calculated and dangerous. The deep rumble settles in his chest and briefly you wonder if he’d give the same tone to Voldemort.

Because that’s exactly what this is. The Malfoy’s haven’t visited Felix since the death of his cousin, Evan, upon Narcissa’s insistence. It’s a shame really, Felix rather liked her, far more than Bellatrix anyway. With Bella gone, Evan dead, Andromeda disowned and Narcissa tackling the challenge of motherhood, it’s been a while since he’d seen any of his cousins, really.

They all knew that. And they all knew why they were here now, it doesn’t take Occulmency to figure out. But he needs to hear him say it. He needs the words to leave his mouth, or he thinks he might go crazy. That way there’s no room doubt.

Lucius senses this, sparing a quick glance over to his companion who has just finished her tour– likely not without pickpocketing something of interest –he opens his mouth to speak but she beats him to it.

“Aw, really cousin?” She frowns, her tone scratchy and playful, punching. She smiles wickedly, barely any trace of sanity left in the crevices of her lips. A hand flies up to play with her hair. “You graduated top of your class, I thought you’d be smarter than that.”

You watch quietly as Felix shrugs, folding his arms over his chest. “Perhaps,” He concedes calmly as you struggle not to bite your lip. “But I suppose caution and paranoia is a family trait, isn’t it Bella?”

A genuine grin breaks out across her face now, clearly amused, enjoying their banter much more than she had yours. “I prefer to think of it as... insurance.”

“Then you don’t mind me asking, Bella? For insurance?”

She giggles, low but manic, and a little bit out of it. It suits her, you think. “Clever boy.”

Lucius clears his throat, having finally gathered his wits and turns back to your boyfriend. “Excuse my vagueness, Felix, but as I’m sure you’re aware... the Dark Lord isn’t one you can just disobey.”

A silence sinks onto the four of you, nestling itself into your limbs, itching at your skin. It was what you’d been waiting for, but suddenly you wish you could take it back.

“I take it you’ve heard of his return,” Malfoy inquires, walking back to sit on the couch, nodding placatingly in your direction.

“...I thought they were rumors, if I’m being honest.”

“They’re true,” Bellatrix beams, stepping closer to her cousin, her similarly dark eyes wild. “He’s back.”

“We know you may be hesitant,” Malfoy drawls, his fingers drumming lowly on his walking stick, beating against the head of a silver snake. “With what happened to your cousin and all.”

Felix says nothing and somehow it’s you who finds words pushing past your teeth.

“Oh, you mean how he died?” You snark, all three sets of eyes snapping over to yours. Bellatrix takes you in as if she’d forgotten you were present while Felix hides any emotion behind his facade.

Bellatrix looks as if she wants to snap, bite something back at you, but she doesn’t. No, they need Felix to go with them, so she won’t risk angering him. You take a sense of pride in that.

“Yes, a rather unfortunate fate, but I assure you, Miss L/N, that won’t happen again this time.”

“How can you be so certain, Lucius?” Felix quips without missing a beat.

The white haired man back tracks, folding his words into himself in of fear saying too much. He looks on between the two of you with cold, dead eyes.

“I’m afraid I’m not at much liberty to say, Rosier,” He laments, clearly trying to bribe you, intrigue you with the curiosity that comes with a question in need of answering. “But I am certain that, should you accept it, there is a very respectable place for you among us.”

Felix looks to you in an obvious display of concern, not for your well-being, no he’s aware of your strength. They hold a concern, a question of where you stand in this arrangement of theirs.

The tired man catches this and corrects himself. “Both of you.”

It’s now that Bellatrix closes in on him, her pale hand reaching up to latch onto his shoulder. Her head tilts to reach his ear and you watch as her lips move, but the sound does not reach you. She whispers something soft in his ear, intimate and persuasive, as if they’d been close for years.

When she’s finally finished, Lucius raises an expectant eyebrow in Felix’s direction. “So?” The man queries, curiosity lacing his voice like sugar. “What do you say?”

You can practically see the cogs in his head turn as he runs through his options and you’re ashamed to admit it, but for a moment you’re unsure of what his answer will be. His parents will surely disown him for refusing, even if they’re not exactly on the best of terms at present. It’s his family... that’s bound to influence him even a little, right?

Exhaling, Felix blinks and observes them one last time before walking to his door and opening it with vigor.

He gestures to it, holding it open. “I’m afraid we can’t spare much more time as we’re already late. MC and I really must get going.”

No. He told them no. It’s as clear as if he’d said the words themselves. As invariable as the sun coming up in the morning and obvious as the color of the sky, Felix turned them down.

And they know it.

Admittedly stunned, Lucius and Bellatrix slowly make their way towards the exit held wide open for them. Bellatrix snorts in passing, leaving her cousin behind without a second thought, marching out of your home in earnest. But Lucius stops at the doorframe, looking back to Felix in a final chance for reconsideration.

“Are you sure?” He presses, eyes sliding past you, focused on who they really came here for.

Felix nods. “Quite.”

With nothing left to say, Lucius Malfoy disappears from sight, taking Felix’s last connection to his family with him. The door clicks minutely shut and you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

The silence that takes place in your house feels too big, like it stretches far beyond just these walls. You almost expect him to say something, the drown it out, but instead he takes big steps towards you and grabs your hand.

Before you know it, you’re outside. The sun is beating down on you feverishly, as if it were praising you, it’s favorite person in the world. Pale grass brushes up against your knees and the sky looks bluer than you last recall. But what really catches your attention is a house, towering above you unevenly, random windows doecorating the front that look strangely endearing and yet oh so out of place.

Your mind spins, nothing connecting, no thoughts formulating nor your surroundings making sense. You frown in utter confusion and look to Felix for help, but when your eyes meet his, what stares back at you a reflection, someone who is just as scared as you.

If anything it makes you more afraid.

Nonsensical sounds leave your mouth in broken fragments and sentences, words failing you completely. Felix shushes you softly, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks.

“Shh, it’s okay. Hey, don’t worry, everything is fine,” He coerces you into deep breaths, his fingers tracing random patterns on the apple of your cheeks. Your heartbeat calms but you still feel as if you’re at the bottom of a swimming pool.

“Where are we? What are we doing here?”

“It’s the Weasley estate,” Felix replies, brushing a stray hair behind your ear. “We need their help now, MC.”

“Felix, what just happened? Did they–”

“Yes, they did,” It’s not what you wanted, but it’s all he has and a cold sweat sticks to your skin. “So we can’t go back there. They won’t be happy about my decision, MC, so we need somewhere else to go.”

“What about Chester? Or Tonks or Orion or–”

“We can’t put them in danger,” He rebuffs, shaking his head sorrowfully. He looks just as broken as you do, just as lost, and that terrifies you. “We need to lie low, okay? You can do that for me, right?”

You stutter, still processing the events of your day. Had you known this would happen when you woke up this morning, you would have stayed in bed. It all escalated so quickly, you’re not even sure it’s donned on you yet what exactly it is you’ve just done. The world spins around you.

“I promise you, just trust me.”

You look up at the sound of his voice and your eyes meet his. He’s scared, and lost, and worried and suddenly you realize that he doesn’t have all the answers.

But it’s okay.

You’re in this together now, and if you had to go to war with anyone by your side, you thank your lucky star that it happens to be him.

“I do.”

You wiggled the keys in the door, cursing under your breath until it finally opened. Releasing a sigh, you hauled the thing open, tossing the keys onto the nearby end table and removing your shoes, allowing it to click shut behind you.

You cast a dreadful look around the place.

It’s the same, you’re aware. Physically nothing has changed since you were here last; nothing moved or altered in any way. The hand-picked drapes are still hanging from the window, your shoes still sit by the door, your pictures decorate the walls just as they always have. It’s almost eerie how similar it looks, yet for the life of you you can’t recognize it.

It’s not your home anymore.

Not able to stand the silence much longer, you let your feet drag against the wooden floor as you make your way to your room. You’re not ready, not yet. You know that, but you also know that you can’t avoid it forever.

He wouldn’t want you to.

Your hand wraps carefully around the handle and you press your forehead against it, only for a moment, before you pull away and bite the bullet. A shaky inhale and another minute later, you finally push it open.

The first thing you notice is the quietness surrounding the room, like an aura. You could feel in your bones how empty it was, as if the air around you was weeping, crying out in isolation. You find you can’t relate, not these days when socializing of any kind seems to be more of a chore than a normalcy. Still, you sympathize with whatever the feeling is, knowing the pain first hand.

It’s weird, you think, how completely untouched by the pain and destruction of war and the time it took to finally end it. You’re almost angry, at how this was able to stay the same when everything else in your life was bent out of shape, played out of tune.

Your legs move mindlessly, eager to explore, to what what else slipped past the war’s watchful eye. They take you to your closet, the huge thing left to collect dust in your absence.

You and Felix had to leave pretty much everything behind when you joined the Order. It was too risky to come return to the house when Voldemort’s followers were watching you. Luckily, the Order was able to help provide you with things like clothes until you’d gotten settled in— Tonks in particular was very generous, but you were unfortunately unable to come back to retrieve the ones you left behind.

Reaching out, your grip latches onto a certain sweater all the way far in the back, buried underneath old t-shirts, worn button-ups, and mismatched gloves. You pull it out.

The stitching is a little loose around the hem and splitting by the neckline. The grey has faded and the thin green streaks around the cuffs are almost indistinguishable. You don’t think you’d be able to identify it were it not for the small pin resting by the right of the chest.

Under any other circumstances you’d probably smile, reminiscing on your school days and perhaps even tease him. Ask why he still has it and why he hasn’t kept up with it, why it’s just sitting in the darkest corner of the closet. Today though, all you can do is pull it into your chest, hugging it just long enough to collect yourself before you gingerly tuck it back into its place. You shut the closet and collapse into the bed.

It feels bigger without him in it.

You’re about ready to waste away the rest of the day exactly like this, your heart heavy and soul tired, but you attempt one last glance around first. You don’t know what you’re looking for, maybe something to convince you that this isn’t your life now, that the last few weeks never happened, but you find it.

There’s a hand wrapped package sitting on his desk, pushed into the corner so far you nearly missed it. It’s tied together with plain string, but you notice the familiar scrawl painted across it.

Jumping up from your spot on the bed, you bound over to it, tearing it open without a second thought.

Your vision is immediately flooded with words upon words etched into prestine white parchment in thick black ink. It’s in Felix’s handwriting, of course like you expected, but for a minute you debate not reading it. You’re not sure you can bare whatever thoughts he decided to write into tangible reality, regardless of the contents, but you quickly shut that down. You’re too curious for your own good, something he always loved to remind you.

So, trying to steady your hands long enough for you to read the script, you sit down to do just that.

05/01/98’

MC,

I’ve gone through probably a hundred pieces of parchment and yet I still can’t find a decent way to start this. You’d think with the war I’d have my wits about me, but I suppose everyone has to play the fool at some point, right?

To tell you the truth, I don’t even think I know what I’m trying to say here. There’s so many things going on both in my head and around us as I’m writing this, I was barely able to get this moment to myself. But I had to get away. I had to write this. With this war finally coming to a head, I fear what lies in tomorrow’s horizon. Fate, as I’ve come to realize, is so arbitrary. Perhaps there is nothing to it but odds and dumb luck. Either way, we can’t know what happens next, and as morbid as the thought is, there are some things I have to say before the day breaks. I don’t have a lot of time, so I will try to make it brief.

I love you. I know it’s nothing new, but I just thought you should hear it one last time.

Also, I suppose I wanted to say sorry. If you’re reading this then that means that my luck has run out. So I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I can’t be there when you need me the most. I’m sorry that it had to be me who broke us and I’m sorry that you have to do this on your own. I’m sorry I left you.

Lastly, I wanted to marry you.

I know that’s it likely unfair of me to say this, seeing as it is now a dream that could never become reality, but it’s true. I think I’ve known this for a while now, but it’s just always been a thought, an idea, something to look forward to. And even if our time together was much shorter than I’d hoped, just know that it was worth it. I’ve left this earth a happy man, MC, for nothing on this earth, be it magical or otherwise, could ever compare to loving you. Not in a thousand lifetimes. Though a future together is something that we can’t have, I hope you’ll still persevere, like I know you can, to love the life you can still have. This world is on its knees, and it’s begging for someone like you to take advantage of it and all it has to offer.

So promise me you’ll try. For me.

Until Tomorrow,

Felix

You read it several times before it become illegible, the tears in your eyes splashing onto the paper and blurring your vision. You shake your head, unable to do anything else, and the parchment slips from between your fingers, floating softly to the ground.

You try to flick the tears away, but they just keep coming, unbidden. They continue to do so even after your eye catches on something hidden in the wrapping of the package and you pick it up with a trembling hand.

It’s a wedding ring, the kind you always imagined you’d have as a child; beautiful and sparkling and made just for you. This is made even more apparent when you see the inscription on the inside of the band, obviously something Felix had required.

“I promise you, just trust me.”

Without anything left to do, you slip it onto your finger and allow yourself to sob well into the night. You sob not only for the man you lost, but for the future that died with him.

[emmyisacon]

Rain / Home

He never liked the rain.

The rain often brought dark cloudy atmospheres, which is reminiscent of his "home". Dark hallways, which is usually a void of  life except himself.

Even the cold the rain brought was too alike to the cold flooring the mansion carried. Cold like the unnecessary empty rooms the house owned. Cold like his parents.

The rain was far too reminiscent.

Too close to that house he once called home.

That grandiose house is nothing but a building to him now.

He has found a new home.

A home in the company of his peers. A home in the existence of the peculiar, dragons to be exact.

A home in being the role model multiple young students need. A home in victories.

And soon, a home in her.

No, he never liked the rain. But he always knew that what comes after the rain, will be something beautiful.

Prompt: There's a rainbow always after the rain.

Challenge: Never say the word rainbow.

Hey, this is totally not a Felix Rosier inspired one shot. n o p e

Im not addicted haha

[gardengirl-18]

The Yule Ball- Bill Weasley x Reader

Got my gif, credit to the owner.

Female reader.

Request, “Hello! I saw that your requests is open, so i would like to request a one-shot (fluffy jealous boyfriend with a hint of heat kind of stuff, can be about the ball or anything) of a slytherin female student (hogwarts mystery era) x bill weasley/felix rosier (whichever you feel comfortable to write about). Thanks in advance!💞”

Warnings: Jealousy, some minor British cursing, shoving and mentions of brusing, and some hot n heavy stuff at the end. Friend in the beginning is made up, and so is the ravenclaw Bill gets jealous of. 

    Tonight was the Yule Ball, and Y/N could feel the nervousness creeping it’s way up her spine. She sighed and pulled her shoulders back, continuing to work on her hair. She really wanted to impress her boyfriend, Bill Weasley tonight. Their relationship had been hidden for a few years, everyone just assuming they were just good friends.

   Y/N fiddled with her hair one final time before standing up making way over to where her dress was hanging. The dress was a lust green that complimented her fair/medium/dark skin, and it followed the theme of the slytherin house color. 

    Y/N slipped on the dress, zipping it up behind her back, and slipping on her shoes. She walked past the mirror one last time to check out her reflection one last time before walking out into the mainly empty common room. None of her friends were there and Bill was supposed to meet her just before the ball entrance, so she made her way to the ballroom.

   Butterflies settled in her stomach upon hearing the loud chatter coming from the ballroom. She walked down the long hallway, and neared the staircase. She took a deep breath, making her way down the stairs. She saw the back of Bill’s head, his ginger hair combed nicely. He wore a nice suit, and he chatted away with one of his fellow Gryffindor’s.

   Y/N walked up behind him, reaching her hand up to tap lightly on one of his broad shoulders. Bill turned around, his brows furrowed until he saw it was Y/N. Y/N shyly smiled and he returned a large one in return. He looked to his friend, “Thank you James, but my date has arrived. Have a good night.” Bill linked him arm with Y/N’s and they walked through the ballrooms entrance, Bill glanced down slightly at Y/N, “You look beautiful tonight, as always.”

   Y/N smiled, looking at his nicely pressed suit and his red and yellow tie, also supporting his house colors,”You look rather nice too William.” Bill shook his head at Y/N using his full name and they came to sit at a table. Y/N sat and looked around the room, her hands coming to rub at her thighs nervously, Bill grabbed one her hands halting her movements.

“Love, don’t be nervous I’m here with you.” Bill raised her hand, lifting it to press a small kiss on her knuckles. Y/N smiled at him, looking over to the group of dancing teens near the center of the room, Bill followed her gaze and squeezed her hand slightly, “Do you want to dance?” 

   Y/N softly laughed, and laced her fingers with his, and stood, “I thought you’d never ask.” The two made their way towards the center of the room where people were dancing. The song changed from an upbeat one to a slow song came on and Bill smiled slightly, he leaned down, his lips close to Y/N’s ear, “Just in time.”

   The two began to slow dance, the distance between their bodies short, but they weren’t too close to not arise any suspicion. When the song ended, they pulled away and Bill looked at Y/N, “I’m gonna go grab a drink, you want one?” Y/N nodded and Bill made his way over to the punch table, and Y/N pushed her way through the crowd, moving to stand waiting just outside of the throng of people.  

“Y/N is that you?” Y/N turned to see her old friend Richard from Ravenclaw. He was decked out in navy blue suit that complimented his brown eyes. He made his way to Y/N.

“Richard?” asked Y/N, smiling slightly. Richard now stood in front of her, his eyes scanning over her dress. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

  Richard laughed softly, his hands coming up to adjust his black tie, “I had to come here, and I’m glad I came especially since I get to see my favorite girl all dressed up.” Y/N smiled, a tad uncomfortable. “Care to dance?”

“Uh, no thank you, I’m actually waiting-” “Nonsense, come on.” Richard’s hand wrapped around Y/N’s wrist, tugging her back in the direction of dancing teenagers. Y/N’s hand came up to try and tug his fingers off, but Richard’s fingers only grew tighter, which would surely leave a bruise. 

“Richard please-” “And just what do you think you’re doing?” Y/N turned to see Billy, who was glaring at Richard. The cups of punch that were previously within his grasp now set at and empty table. 

“Taking the girl to dance, you got a problem?” Asked Richard, his finger’s leaving Y/N’s wrist and her fingers came up to rub her sore skin. 

“Yeah I do have a problem, she’s my date, not yours.” Bill hissed, his hands coming out to pull Y/N closer. Y/N’s hand grasped his, squeezing it to tell him that she was there.

“Well, you left her alone, so I went for it. I don’t see the problem.” Richard said, his hands crossing over his chest and his chest puffing out, to show confidence and cockiness.

“I suggest you stay in line you bellend.” Y/N tried to pull Bill away from the situation since people were beginning to stare now. 

“What did you just call me you bloody carrot top?” Asked Richard, stepping closer to Bill, his finger pushing at Bill’s chest.

“Bill let’s go, come on.” Y/N began tugging Bill away and Richard followed, always a step behind.

“You’re really gonna let this munter tell you what to do?” Richard seethed, and the crowd forming gasped. Billy planted his feet firmly, and fought to keep himself from being tugged away by his girlfriend. Bill let go of Y/N’s hand, he turned to Richard, his hands coming up to shove Richard harshly. Y/N ran between them, her hands resting on Bill’s chest as he heaved. 

“Bill he’s not worth it, go.” Y/N pushed Bill out of the crowd, out of the ballroom and towards the hallway just before the staircase. Bill rested against a wall, his fists clenched so hard his knuckles were white. “We should’ve just gone, you’re surely going to get into trouble now.” Y/N sighed. Bill looked at her noticing her troubled expression and how her arms were crossed over her chest tightly. 

“Are you upset with me?” His tone was much softer than it was back in the ballroom, back to regular ole’ Bill. Y/N looked at him, her expression still tight and displeased. His arms reached out and Y/N slowly walked into them. He wrapped her tightly in his embrace and kissed the top of her head. 

   Bill pulled away and gently took her with him outside into the empty, dark courtyard. They were hidden in the shadows of the building and a tree. Bill grabbed the back of her head gently and pressed his lips to hers. One of her hands came to rest on his jaw, the other on his chest. The kissing grew more sloppy overtime, and Y/N pulled away to catch her breath while Bill continued to kiss down her jaw and down her neck. Her fingers threaded through his hair, and she tugged it lightly, causing him to moan into the soft flesh on her neck. 

  Y/N grabbed his head and pulled him towards her lips again, the two meeting in a searing kiss. After finishing their small make out session Bill pulled away and held Y/N under the moonlight, her hurt wrist in his hand as he rubbed it slowly. Y/N turned to him, “I love you Bill, and there’s no need to get jealous cause I only have eyes for you.”

   Bill’s hand ran up the side of her face to brush a stray hair out of her eyes, he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her temple before pulling away and looking at her lovingly, “I love you too my dear.” His hand brushed her cheek. 

[mysterioushogwartsrequests]

Hi! I was wondering if you would do imagines for Chester Davies & Felix Rosier? ((Understandably, there isn’t a lot written for these characters but I feel like that leaves room for writing them however you’d like which is easier than sticking to canon lmao)) if not, that’s all good! :) I’ll probably come back to request some quidditch!reader if that’s okay 💕 thank you for writing such lovely imagines

Hello, I am so sorry this request has taken such a long time but I am determined to get through them. I don’t know too much about Chester Davies, but I wanted to give this one a shot!

Summary: (Y/N) (L/N) is a sixth-year Ravenclaw Prefect with hopes of earning the title of ‘Head Girl’ for her seventh year at Hogwarts. Chester Davies is one of the male Ravenclaw Prefects in the same year as (Y/N), he admired her ambition and the two had grown close as Prefects. 

Students who act as Prefects are expected to be responsible, student leaders for the rest of the Hogwarts Community. They are exemplary students who achieve academically and truly enjoy assisting the faculty with castle duties and creating a sense of camaraderie within their Hogwarts houses. 

As the second half of the school year commenced, the first-year students were having a difficult time finding some of their new classrooms. However, rather than having to fend for themselves, they noticed the Ravenclaw girl directing the nervous students to their class. 

(Y/N) (L/N), a sixth-year Ravenclaw, was one of the more recognizable Prefects. If a student outside Ravenclaw House requested her assistance, (Y/N) would not hesitate to lend a hand and she was always seen helping other students. 

The Ravenclaw boys described her as the perfect balance of brains, beauty, and kindness. It was in her nature to automatically put a smile on the face of those she talked to, it is rumored she’s even turned Professor Snape’s semi-permanent scowl into a meek smile for a second during Potion Class. 

“Don’t worry about it, love” (Y/N) smiled, handing the first-year Gryffindor girl a simple map of the castle, “I made these for you to have, I want you to always make your class on time” She stated, placing her hand on the girl’s shoulder. 

The girl felt at ease and gave (Y/N) an understanding nod as she clutched her map tightly, “Thank you so much! I couldn’t have figured this out without you” The Gryffindor stated happily before hurrying down the corridor.

(Y/N) watched as the girl scrambled to make her class with a satisfied smile on her face. Most of the students had already cleared out of corridors which allowed her to relax a little, (Y/N) enjoyed her role as a Prefect, but the responsibilities could be tiring. Her shoulders fell slightly and she let out a soft sigh, she grabbed her Transfiguration book from the stone podium. 

“It pains me to admit this, but you truly are a natural” A voice spoke out from behind her. (Y/N) made a mental note, reminding herself not to let her guard down because the voice behind her made her jump.

“Merlin!” She exclaimed, turning to face the direction of the voice, knowing who the voice belonged to immediately, “But seriously, Chester? I thought you’d already recognized my dedication to this job” (Y/N) raised an eyebrow, placing her hand on her hip, playfully questioning her friend. 

Chester Davies let out a chuckle, shrugging in response to her question, “I’ve competed against you in the past, I am fully aware of your skills” He said, walking towards her. The two were in the same year but remained acquaintances until Professor Flitwick assigned them as Prefects together. Their assignment was convinient because the two shared multiple classes together so they relied on each other to study. 

“Are you ready for Transfiguration?” Chester asked as they walked down the corridor, his hands in his robe pockets. It was common knowledge at Ravenclaw House that Chester Davies was unmistakenly attractive. No matter the situation, his clothes were clean and pressed, his hair styled, and his performances in the Frog Choir left most of the ladies at Hogwarts swooning.

Along with his talents, Chester was also determined and helpful. He is a strong believer in education and learning as much as possible which were traits (Y/N) resonated with. (Y/N) had modeled her course schedule to secure the job of a Hit Wizard, a trained wizard who deals with highly dangerous situations for the Magical Law Enforcement Squad. Chester also wished for a job at the Ministry but preferred the division of Improper Use of Magic. Both these jobs fell underneath the Department of Magical Law Enforcement so the O.W.L. requirements were similar, meaning the two would share classes for their remaining years.

“Of course,” She replied confidently, “I can’t wait to hear McGonagall’s curriculum, I find her class the easiest to study for” (Y/N) said and Chester let out a small groan. 

“You’re an ace at Transfigurations, (Y/N)” Chester grumbled, “I’m definitely going to need your help to get the technique down one hundred percent”

(Y/N) examined Chester’s slightly solemn expression with a small frown, “Don’t be like that, Chester” She uttered, “Practice makes perfect besides you’re lightyears better than me at Defense Against the Dark Arts.” (Y/N) admitted, giving Chester a small, reassuring smile hoping the make Chester feel better. 

All of a sudden, Chester’s stern expression transformed into one of joy as his laughter filled the corridor. His sudden outburst caught her off guard once again and she questioningly gazed at him as they approached Classroom 1B. Chester gripped (Y/N)’s shoulders and turned her to face him, “I’m so glad you finally admitted that,” He said playfully, “Now I can say even you’ve admitted it yourself” Chester shot (Y/N) a wink before retreating into the Transfiguration classroom, taking her chance to retaliate away. 

(Y/N) stood gobsmacked, blinking as the door to the classroom swung close. Letting out a small huff, she smiled knowing Chester must be laughing to himself in the classroom as he waits for (Y/N) to take her seat next to him. Soothing her hair, (Y/N) pushed the classroom door open and headed towards her seat, waving at her classmates as she made her way down. 

Chester looked back at (Y/N) but suddenly snapped forward as he got an idea. Pulling out a sheet of parchment, he began scribbling a meeting time and location before folding it into a tiny square. With a small smirk, he set the paper down in front of her station and crossed his arms behind his head. 

A few moments later, (Y/N) set her book down and noticed the small piece of parchment along with Chester’s mischievous look. Rolling her eyes, she took a seat and fumbled to open the parchment, the note read

Meet me at the Secret Garden

10:00 pm tonight

Don’t be Late 

-C

But before she could get a word out, Professor McGonagall had already begun the day’s lesson. 

*****

(Y/N) had underestimated Chester’s schemes. As soon as the Transfiguration class ended, he bolted out of the room but not before reminding (Y/N) about their arrangement. His sudden actions confused her, he hadn’t mentioned doing anything prior to class and now he was flat out avoiding her until they met. 

Despite his odd behavior, (Y/N) couldn’t help but find his determination endearing. An array of ideas flew through her head as she attempted to figure out what he could be planning, but when it came to Chester, you couldn’t really predict what he would do next because he is determined to try anything. Needless to say, Chester’s mysterious note remained on her mind as she tutored one of the third-year Ravenclaw boys. 

Usually, she remained focused and engaged but she caught herself glancing at the clock multiple times throughout the session. She also recalled the first time Chester had taken her to the garden. He had brought her there to study once, but they had not returned in a while, if he had called her there, it meant he had something important planned. Once nine-thirty rolled around, (Y/N) practically sprinted towards the Secret Garden, excited to see what her fellow Prefect had suddenly planned for the evening. 

“Chester?” (Y/N) called, reaching the enclosed garden her eyes immediately landed on the practice dummies evenly spread across the field. Chester suddenly appeared behind (Y/N), gripping her shoulders and giving her a subtle shake, “Boo!” He exclaimed causing her to let out a shrill shriek. 

“Chester!” (Y/N) yelled, suddenly turning to give him a shove, “You’re horrible” She laughed, letting her heartbeat settle as her friend laughed. 

“You’re hurting my feelings, (Y/N)” Chester admitted, adding in a fake pout for dramatic effect, “You’d really say that when I’ve gone out of my way to set up Dark Arts training for you?” Chester dropped his eyes, his shoulders drooping as he sauntered over to the training dummies. 

“Chester, you should really join the acting program here” (Y/N) laughed, watching her friend trudge through the grass, “You’d be their star pupil” 

Chester suddenly broke character, “No bloody way” Chester grumbled, “I’ve already got Frog Choir and that’s all I need” He grinned proudly, retrieving his wand from his coat pocket. (Y/N) removed her robes, folding them before placing them on the grass, “So, tell me what you’ve planned?” She asked. 

Chester smirked, “I’m glad you asked” he stated, removing his own robe and loosening his tie. For anyone else, it might be uncommon to see Chester in a ‘disheveled’ state, but (Y/N) had grown familiar with this side of him and she always found something new to admire. Tonight, his skin was glowing underneath the moonlight and his soft smile left (Y/N) at ease. 

“Will you be able to focus with me as your teacher?” Chester teased, snapping her away from her trance. (Y/N) blushed, crossing her arms defensively but embarrassed having been caught staring at him. 

“Don’t get too cocky,” (Y/N) warned, playfully aiming her want at him. Chester threw his hands up in defeat, purposely adding in a hint of dramatic flair to make his friend laugh. (Y/N) laughed at his reaction, “You’re ridiculous” she added, lowering her wand with a smile on her face. 

“You know, I hear that quite often” Chester admitted, giving her a soft shrug. The two of them were always busy, but when they were together, all they could think about was how much they enjoyed each other’s company. With (Y/N) everything seemed easier, she understood him, she helped him study, and more importantly, she cared for him. 

“Well, what are we learning tonight?” (Y/N) asked, her (E/C) eyes shining brightly. She cherished the time they spent together and she knew Chester would not stop assisting her until she mastered his techniques. (Y/N) loved his determination and it motivated her to improve every single day. 

“Well, it’s not going to be easy,” Chester disclosed, “But after this session, you’re going to be the best student in Defense Against the Dark Arts…” A sly smile grew on his lips, “After me, of course,” He shot her a wink before assuming his fighting position beside her, “Ready?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes at his comment, sticking her tongue out in response, earning another laugh from Chester. 

“I was born ready,” She replied confidently and he nodded in appreciation. Chester loved her confidence, it was one of the reasons he enjoyed working with her because no matter how difficult the situation became, she was always ready to learn and overcome it. 

On his call, the two began practicing the different spells they learned in class. Chester and (Y/N) lost track of the time as they practiced, but that was not unusual for them. The sound of their laughs and spells clashing with the dummies bounced off the walls of the garden as they engrossed themselves in their training. 

[domaslut]

REQUESTS AND INFOS - HOGWARTS MYSTERY.

Requests are officially opened! Feel free to submit yours by either commenting below this post, or sending a message. I am a university student, which basically means that I struggle to post regularly, yet I do my best to post at least once a week. Still, there are some rules & infos I would love to share with you!

RULES.

Do not pressure me. Once I have received and accepted your request, I will surely work out something to update it as soon as possible;

Do not come at me if I post other stuff before updating your request. I might have been working on a project before you had submitted your request, or I am still mulling over what to write in it;

Comments and opinions are welcomed. I do love reading about your points of views and I truly like replying too. However, please, take note that English is not my mother language and that I might make some mistakes here and there. I will do my best to check out my work before posting. Still, I usually post late at night, or early in the morning (my sleepy head plays tricks on me, have mercy!);

I basically write about any possible theme, with the only exception of: suicide, severe self-harm and pedophilia.

Age gaps are perfectly fine, as long as both of them are 18+, or something like 16-17 and 18-19.

While sending your request, please, make sure to specify if you want a drabble or a one-shot. A drabble is a short sequence of scenes, while a one-shot embraces a large period of time and is usually over 1000 words.

If you would like the request to be about my MC, which you can read some infos about on the pinned post on my blog, and yours, specify it once again! I might even make the realtionship canon: friendship, love story (even if fleeting).

INFOS.

Characters I will write about: FELIX ROSIER, CHESTER DAVIES, BILL WEASLEY, MERULA SNYDE, PENNY HAYWOOD, TALBOTT WINGER, BEN COPPER, ROWAN KHANNA, BARBABY LEE.

Last, but not least, I only write about character x reader (eg: Felix Rosier x reader) and MC x MC (Clarice Blackthrone x YOUR MC) only.

SEND ME REQUESTS, LOVE Y’ALL.

[juniperwindsong]

HPHM Fanfiction Masterpost

Dragonology 101 - Complete  (Felix Rosier x MC) 

Link to story on AO3 | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10

Necessary Monsters (Felix Rosier x MC) Sequel to Dragonology 101

Link to story on A03 | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10

Advanced Dragonology  Smutty Felix x MC drabbles and excerpts not included in my other stories. Available on A03 or Wattpad

In Love & War - Felix Rosier x Talbott Winger x Reader  Link to story on A03 | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

One-Shots

Happy Christmas Merula Snyde (Merula x MC in a minor way, if you squint) : Y/N Version / MC version with Felix Rosier epilogue 

Four Things Felix Rosier Remembered (Felix backstory fic with very faint Felix Rosier x Chester Davies)

A Night at the Rosier’s (Felix x Chester fic featuring MC)

Delicate  (Barnaby Lee x MC smut): Reader version / MC version

Dangerous (Tulip Karasu x MC smut): Reader version / MC Version

[hphmbang2020]

A Snadger Story

Merry Christmas, @slytherincursebreaker !!

From your secret santa, @thewasp1995

Elia you know that hearts never lie

A scribbling of a quill scratched the line out.

“No that’s not it.”

Elia, where the mind rests the heart never sleeps

Were I never to wake to see you, tears I would weep

Another scribbling of the quill.

“Damn. Why can’t I find the right lines to this?” muttered a boy of average height with severe but handsome features and neatly combed brown hair.

Making sure no one else was listening in (the Slytherin dungeons were not very well lit and contained plenty of snoops) Felix dipped the quill back into the ink and attempted to resume his little project once more. But this wasn’t just another monotonous essay from Professor Snape….it was far more personal.

Felix Rosier had to resist blushing when he thought of Elia Westerling. A beautiful, vivacious Hufflepuff girl who hailed from Essex. The House of the Badger was often written off as uninspiring or even useless by some critics from other houses, but this particular Hufflepuff was someone he would never soon forget. Slim, curvy, with raven hair and hazel eyes, Elia had a personality to match- confident and self-assured but also playful and a tad mischievous which made her any boy’s match if they tried hitting on her. Felix had never tried himself, but by Merlin he wanted to and rather than embarrass himself with a cheesy pickup line, perhaps a poem would be able to better catch her attention.

Then there was the matter of her family- she was of mostly French and Turkish descent though she was English on her mother’s side, the fact was wizarding blood only went back two generations- two of her grandparents had been muggles. This made it that much harder to confess his feelings, his parents would certainly frown. He could already hear his older cousin, Evan admonishing him.

Intermarriage dilutes the magical blood, Felix. Even talking to one of those wretched creatures is an affront to everything we stand for.

Even with all this in mind, Felix had long decided not to pay much attention to his family’s pure blood prejudices. Elia was a witch that was indisputable, and a damn good one. He wasn’t going to let something so trivial get in the way of at least taking a shot. Besides, Evan had held onto that ideology with an iron fist and look where he ended up? Buried six feet under, killed by Mad-Eye Moody himself.

No, he wouldn’t let remnants of the Dark Lord’s memory bully him into deciding what he wanted, and that was Elia. The bigger question remained, however: how would he give her this poem?

“Alright, let me see…”

“Whatcha doin?”

The sound of a young girl’s voice made him jump almost ten feet in the air, spilling ink all over the desk.

“Merlin’s beard, Allison! Where do you get off sneaking up on people like that?”

“I don’t know,” the girl shrugged. “I was just bored and wanted to see what you were up to.”

Felix sighed. Allison Garrison had been nothing but a pain in his arse from the day she had arrived at Hogwarts. It was his first year being a prefect but the last he expected was for them to be so…blunt, or at least that was the case with Allison. She constantly talked back, caused mischief, and lost more house points from Professor Snape in one month than any other Slytherin in an entire year. His memory of his own time at age eleven was somewhat hazy but he was also quite certain that he had been able to keep his mouth shut for the most part.

This first year held no such ability.

“It’s just homework I have to do. Nothing that need concern you, Garrison.”

“It doesn’t look like homework.”

Good heavens, this girl just won’t let up.

“And how can you tell?”

“You keep crossing things out. Over and over again. I’m pretty sure it doesn’t take you that long to write a sentence for a Potions essay. And you’re mumbling constantly.”

Despite the negative attributes he associated with the first year Slytherin girl, Felix had to admit she could be quite clever and extraordinarily perceptive for someone her age. It was impressive and at times such as these, annoying.

“Whatever I’m doing, it’s still none of your business, Garrison. Now go.”

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with that Hufflepuff girl you’re always staring at-”

Felix cut her off with a temporary silence charm before lifting it.

“Must you always be a problem?”

“How’s it my problem you can’t tell a girl that you like her?” Allison responded sarcastically with a hint of a smirk. “Oh, I can picture it now. A snake and a badger together in never ending love. A snadger! Yeah, that’s what I’ll call it. Snadger!”

“Garrison, unless you want detention, I suggest you take your prattling somewhere else.”

That threat seemed to finally work as she had served a few already and would not enjoy another session pickling toad guts with Professor Snape. Nevertheless, she continued to taunt him as she left the room skipping and singing, “Snadger, Snadger, Snadger” all the way out of the common room.

“The little first year is going to give me an aneurysm someday,” Felix muttered to himself, attempting to return to his poem. With any luck, he could finish it before dinner and give it to Elia then.

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Felix ran a hand through his hair as he entered the Great Hall, all abuzz with activity as it usually was. He knew Elia liked it that way, but he didn’t want to make it seem like he had done it on purpose. Better to be casually aloof and spontaneous than give away it was all part of a calculated plan.

Making his way over to the Hufflepuff table, he received some confused even hard stares from some of them. It was no secret that Slytherin was the least liked among the four houses and while the puffs were not quite as hostile as the Gryffindors, there was a clear stark contrast between ideologies: hard work versus ambition, fair play versus cunning, honesty versus doing whatever it took to win regardless of moral implications. Thankfully, Elia did not share such sentiments- they had been friends since first year after all, but trying to confess your feelings to girl was still nerve racking all the same.

He tried to calm himself, taking a deep breath through his nostrils.

Just ask for a moment of her time, which she’ll give you. Read her the poem, ask her to Hogsmeade and it’s over. Easy right?

Before he could debate further in his head, an odd sight made him stop in his tracks. A first year Slytherin girl that looked painfully familiar was already chatting away to Elia of all people. Feeling his stomach drop three feet, Felix rushed over as quickly as he could.

“Of all things…what on earth is she doing talking to Elia?” he muttered.

When he reached the scene, the horror reached new levels.

“Oh, hello, Felix,” Elia said, a hint of amusement in her voice. “I was just talking to one of your first years. She’s quite interesting you might say.”

“Interesting how?” Felix asked trying to keep his tone as light as possible.

“Oh, I told her everything,” Allison boasted but with a dangerous twinkle in her eye. “I told her you’re my prefect of course, how you keep trying to get me to stay out of trouble, the incident with Devil’s Snare, Merula, even giving me detention. She told me that you guys have been friends for over five years now.”

“That is true,” he replied tersely. Elia seemed like she was trying not to laugh but this was not unfolding the way he wanted it to. The mischievous look on Garrison’s face only spelled further trouble.

“So why haven’t you told her, yet? You know? About the po-mmhmhmmmff”

It was then that Felix’s patience ran out as he covered Allison’s mouth with his hand and spun her away from the Hufflepuff table.

“Very nice to see you, Elia,” he said forcing a smile that was more like a grimace. “But I do believe we must be going.”

He began leading Allison away but the Hufflepuff girl stopped him.

“Felix, it’s okay, let her go. I’d like to speak with you in private.”

Such a calm, reassuring tone from Elia, who rarely turned down an opportunity to tease him, helped deescalate the situation. He released Elia, but not before she licked his hand with her tongue.

“Ack! I’m not finished with you, Garrison. Stay here until I return.”

“Whatever you say,” Allison responded in that same sing-song tone. “Have fun, snadgers!”

Felix had to be practically led away from the Great Hall from the eyes of other prying Hufflepuffs, still mortified from Allison’s meddling.

She knows. She knows that I like her and she’s going to let me down easy. All because that stupid first year couldn’t shut her mouth for two seconds.

Upon exiting, Felix heaved a heavy sigh, figuring it was best to rip the bandage off quickly before the inevitable rejection came.

“Elia, I’m sorry about her,” he said. “I wanted to tell you myself, but she beat me to it, I guess.”

“Felix, you don’t need to apologize,” the Hufflepuff soothed him and then her infamous grin spread across her face like a Cheshire cat. “The truth is, I’ve known for some time.”

“Wait…you were already aware of how I felt?”

“Boys are hardly subtle,” Elia laughed. “Even a Slytherin such as yourself. I’ve caught you staring more than a few times.”

“So, why not say anything?”

“Well for one, listening to Allison jabber on like that was kind of cute.”

Felix couldn’t prevent the pink from spreading across his face.

“She’s getting detention for the rest of the year,” he muttered.

Elia placed a soft, feminine hand over his cheek, turning it to face her. This caused him to go from pink all the way to beet red.

“Felix, don’t punish her. She wasn’t trying to embarrass you; it was actually quite sweet. Nothing she told me was anything I didn’t know already. But she put in a good word for you, saying how you were a great prefect and how you wanted to ask me out with a poem. She thinks the world of you.”

He crumpled the piece of paper in his robe pocket.

“She does, eh?”

“Yes. And I don’t need a poem and an elaborate ritual to be convinced to go out with you,” she teased. “I’ll gladly go to Hogsmeade with you next weekend. Meet me in the courtyard at two o’clock.”

And then, without warning, Elia kissed him on the cheek and winked at him as she walked back into the Great Hall to rejoin the other Hufflepuffs.

Touching the spot where he had received the kiss, Felix proceeded to shuffle back towards the Slytherin table in a bit of a daze, wondering if he had actually just scored a date with the girl of his dreams until a loud, familiar voice snapped him back to reality.

“Felix?”

The Slytherin prefect looked down and saw the little eleven year old girl staring up at him. Functionality returned to his brain, remembering that he had instructed Allison to remain in the Great Hall until he returned.

“You told me to stay here. What’s my punishment?”

Looking into the eyes of the precocious first year, Felix knew she had tried to play matchmaker on purpose and true to Slytherin form, used her own brand of cunning to do it. But more so than that, he also knew that Allison also genuinely tried to make him look good as well, appealing to Elia’s heart and sensibility. The newfound revelation that this first year not only tried to help but liked him was touching.

“You’re off the hook this time, Garrison. Enjoy your dinner.”

Allison mocked fake surprised, but the twinkle in her eyes gave her away.

“Wow! Thanks, Felix! You really are the best prefect ever.”

Giving him a big hug, she skipped away to her friend Rowan but before sitting down, she added, “Enjoy your snadger date! Snadger, snadger, snadger…”

Felix rolled his eyes but allowed a slight smile to cross his face.

He knew this would not be the first nor the last time Allison Garrison caused him trouble.

[mccrps]

M’kay, is your request open? If so, then may I ask for a smutty felix rosier x reader where both of them are head boy and girl and they take advantage of their shared quarters? Thanks! X.

ahHhhh smutty Felix x Reader is what I live for. Thanks for the request!

Read it HERE.

xx

[vastly-fixated-devotee-667]

come to me

i’ve never actually posted any of my writing on tumblr because i’ve never been into it enough to want to share it but i did this for fun and though it’d be fun to share. it's based off come to me by the goo goo dolls, and was technically written to be ben x my mc, but i made it mc-neutral (aside from the fact that it’s a female slytherin, but) for fun. i hope this is well-received, ahahah

(for clarification, anything in green is in mc’s pov, and anything in red is in ben’s. this is a slight au where it kind of takes place later than actual hphm does, and mc isnt the actual mc from the game.)

i’ll be kind if you’ll be faithful; you be sweet and i’ll be grateful. cover me with kisses, dear; lighten up the atmosphere. keep me warm inside our bed; i got dreams of you all through my head. fortune teller said i’d be free, and that’s the day you came to me.

i laid back in my chair, contemplating my life choices and why i ever thought taking this class was a good idea. divination was a bullshit concept and professor trelawney was a complete phony. at least it was an easy o, as you could basically make up any „prophecy” and trelawney would accept it.

i swirled the tea in my cup, wanting so badly to drink it. but trelawney drained it so she could help me „read the tea leaves” — whatever that means. i assumed it would mean someone was going to die, whether it was me, one of my friends, or just some random person i’d never met. whatever she was in the mood for, i guessed.

„ah, miss [l/n], how fortunate you are,” she said. “the shape — it is a bird. meaning, you will soon find freedom. be on the lookout for any good omen that might free you.”

free me from what? boredom? i guessed the future that was predicted was to be in — i checked my watch — approximately ten minutes. lucky me.

when the aforementioned ten minutes passed, i eagerly threw my books into my bag and left the stuffy, perfume-filled tower. my next class was history of magic, and that was the one class where i was always able to slip into the background and stay unnoticed. a rare instance of happiness for me.

as i stepped off the bottom rung of the ladder and turned around, i immediately ran into someone, dropping my bag and causing its contents to strew across the corridor. the both of us hastily apologized and dropped to the floor to gather my books and quills. he handed me my charms and potions textbooks, and after the commotion, it was the first time i truly looked at him. gryffindor in my year, blond, brown eyes, pale. the one who was known through gossip as the „cowardly gryffindor”. ben copper. an oxymoron personified.

„thanks,” i said. „and sorry, again. i should’ve been watching where i was going.”

„no, i’m sorry; i’m the one who wasn’t paying attention,” he said, his face flushed pink. he scratched the back of his neck. „er, i’m ben, by the way.”

„yeah, i know,” i said. „i’m [m/c], but i’m guessing you already knew that.”

„er... i probably should have known that, considering we’re in the same year. i guess i just try not to interact with slytherins much.”

i snorted. “well, yeah, we’re in the same year, but i meant you probably just recognize me because of my dad.”

he tilted his head. „your dad?”

i raised an eyebrow. „[dad’s name]? retired seeker for the pride of portree?”

he scrunched his eyebrows, then a look of realization washed over his face. „oh, that’s quidditch; isn’t it? i don’t really know anything about quidditch. muggle-born.” he flinched, obviously hesitant to reveal that information as if i were going to berate him for such a fact.

„oh. that makes a lot of sense. but you’ve not even, like, heard of me through gossip? i’m sure your friends know who i am.”

he shrugged coyly. „i don’t really have any friends.”

my eyebrows shot up. „oh. well, uh, i’d be your friend, if you’d like.”

„really? a star quidditch player’s slytherin daughter friends with the cowardly gryffindor mudblood?”

„hey, don’t call yourself that! you seem really wonderful, despite what people say. you don’t appear to be half as fearful as people seem to think. i mean, you’ve been talking to me for this long, so that’s something. besides, it’d be refreshing to be friends with someone who doesn’t want to get acquainted with me because of my dad.”

his face lit up. „then, i’d love to be your friend.”

i gave him what i hoped was a warm smile. „great! see you later, then, new friend.”

i got to history of magic class before i could be accounted for being late. maybe, just maybe, trelawney’s prophecy was right this time around.

the months flew by, and ben and i grew closer and closer each passing week within. he was the first friendship i’d made in my three years at hogwarts that didn’t end in wanting to meet my dad or anything of the like. in fact, it was steering toward ending in a whole new, completely pleasant manner.

as days passed, we seemed to get more comfortable with being not just emotionally closer, but physically closer as well. time was often spent in the tranquility of the library or the solitude of the artifact room, huddled up close to each other, sharing warmth. on numerous occasions, we’d even fall asleep in either room, slipping into nonsensical twists on our pleasant reality. while i had no way of telling the contents of his, my own dreams were filled with notions of the two of us being something more than simple friends. while at the time i never would’ve said it aloud, they weren’t exactly the kind of dreams i’d consider nightmares. far from it, actually. they could’ve even been considered prayers. prayers to the metaphorical god that was my own bravery, asking me to work up the courage to make any sort of move. yet, all i could muster was a few stolen kisses on his cheeks, nose, forehead. nothing serious. nothing that could’ve been mistaken for anything more than an exchange between close friends.

come to me, my sweetest friend. can you feel my heart again? i’ll take you back where you belong, and this’ll be our favorite song. come to me with secrets bare. i love you more, so don’t be scared. and when we’re old and near the end, we’ll go home and start again.

„lumos.” the tip of my wand lit up the face of the watch on my wrist. „nox.” 11:37. no hope in falling asleep any time soon.

i sat up and tore off a piece of parchment from the scroll nearest me. „lumos.” by the dim wandlight, i found my pen and wrote the one word „awake” in the center of the parchment, followed by a question mark. at the bottom right, i wrote a dash and a capital „[first initial]”. i strapped the note to the leg of my dad’s old owl, millie, and gave her directions to send it to ben. she complied and flew out of my dormitory.

no longer than five minutes later, she returned with another piece of parchment on her leg — a different one from the one i gave her. i unstrapped it from her and read it.

i never sleep; don’t you know? —b

i chuckled and shook my head. i tore off a new piece of parchment and scribbled down another note.

come to me. —[first initial]

millie obediently delivered the note again and returned shortly with another.

to your common room? you know i can’t get in. and i’d rather not try. not with felix rosier on duty. —b

i rolled my eyes and composed another note.

i’ll wait for you outside to let you in. please? i’m a lonely insomniac. —[first initial]

millie delivered and returned one last time.

fine. heading down now. —b

„nox.” my wandlight went out and i crept into my common room and quietly pushed open the door. hardly a minute later, ben arrived, moving swiftly so as to avoid getting caught. i impulsively hugged him to thank him for coming. we sat on the couch in the lounge, snuggled up close to each other. it was a comfortable silence, but i still felt glad when he broke it.

„why can’t you sleep?” he asked.

i shrugged. „got a lot on my mind, i guess. hard to shut my mind down when there’s so much running through it.”

„like what?”

„i dunno. things. unimportant things that still manage to worm their way into my brain. what about you? what fuels your insomnia?”

„fear, mostly. when you’re afraid of everything, it’s hard to not think of something that scares you.”

„i never really wondered until now, but why are you afraid of everything? i mean, sorry if that sounds rude, but— yeah. you know what i mean.”

„it’s mostly the entire aspect of magic. my whole life, i grew up pretty sheltered and all, but when i heard magic exists, it basically... turned my life upside down. i was already a generally anxious kid, but then this whole new, dangerous concept was introduced to me as real even though i went my whole life believing it was a fictional thing...” he cleared his throat. „sorry. i know it’s stupid.”

„no, no, it’s not stupid. i know what it’s like to be afraid.” i hesitated. „the reason my dad doesn’t play quidditch anymore is — well, for one, he’s too old, but — because he had a really bad injury during his last game. he got hit by a bludger and knocked to the ground from fifty meters in the air. he was in st. mungo’s for a few days. but it was just the amount of pain he was in... it made me extremely cautious. i avoided any situation that could potentially end in any sort of physical pain. it was bad. i’m still sort of that way, but i always felt like a coward for being so fearful. i never really realized cowardice wasn’t define by a person’s fears... but i know that now. and it might do you some good to be aware of it, too.”

it was dark and hard to see, but i could hear the smile on his lips as he spoke. „thanks, [m/c].”

i burrowed my head into his chest. „no problem, ben.”

an hour passed, and my eyelids threatened to fall like boulders on the edge of a cliff, but i willed myself to stay awake. if i fell asleep, that would almost guarantee ben getting caught being in another house’s common room.

as the time neared 2:00 ᴀ.ᴍ., i shook ben to make sure he wasn’t asleep. „hey. you probably should get back to your own common room.”

he rubbed his eyes. „what time is it?”

„1:57.”

we reluctantly stood and i walked him to the door. after saying goodnight, we wound up in a hug that lasted nearly two minutes before we came to our senses.

„ben?” i stopped him before he walked out of sight.

he turned back to me. „yeah?”

i took a shaky breath. „i love you.”

there was a pause, and my heart pounded loudly into the silence.

„i love you, too,” he said finally, and i’d never heard any sweeter poetry.

i caught you burning photographs, like that could save you from your past. history is like gravity: it holds you down away from me. you and me, we’ve both got sins; i don’t care about where you’ve been. don’t be sad and don’t explain; this is where we start again.

i tore out of the potions classroom as soon as professor snape dismissed the class. i couldn’t believe how klutzy i was, spilling my entire potion and all right onto snape’s robes. i was to have detention for two weeks, and i’d never hear the end of it from my dorm mates.

i sought out the artifact room for an escape, only to find it already in use. the crumpled figure of [m/c] sat on the floor, surrounded by photographs, some scorched around the edges. she picked up another with a shaky hand, oblivious to my presence. „incendio.” the photograph caught fire and she watched it be swallowed by the flames, flames that combated the streaks of watery tears that ran down her cheeks.

„[m/c]?” i said, causing her to jump. „what’s going on?”

she quickly wiped her cheeks on her sleeve and kicked the photographs behind her. „nothing; it’s— it’s nothing. just some old photographs i wanted to get rid of.”

i knelt down and picked up a photograph, myself. it pictured what seemed to be a young trista and an older boy who looked quite similar to her. „who is this?”

she swallowed, realizing there was probably no way out of this. „my brother.”

i sifted through the other images. they all showed the same two faces throughout the years. she never even told me she had a brother. „why are you burning pictures of you and your brother?”

„because.”

i looked her in the eye, attempting to show how dead serious i was. she’d always do this for me when something was bothering me, so it was about time i returned the favor. „because why?”

„i just... don’t want to look at them anymore.”

„why?”

„because it... it hurts to be reminded of him in such a way.”

„why?”

the tears she was holding back began to fall. „because he’s dead, ben. this was what it was like back when we were kids, and... i just don’t want to think about that. not knowing that we’ll never be able to relive the memories.”

„and you really think this is the best way to cope? you’re going to regret doing this in the future. besides, your brother would want you to remember him like this; wouldn’t he? i’m so sorry for your loss, [m/c], but, please, be rational.”

she let out a soft sob and dropped the photograph in her hand. she hid her face in her hands and i put an arm around her shoulders. it was a little bit before she spoke again. „i just wanted to be like him. but i’ve already blown it. i’ve made friends with people i shouldn’t have, and that led to saying and doing things i shouldn’t have, and—”

„[m/c],” i stopped her. „anything you’ve done in the past is irrelevant now. i’ve known you for a while now, and you’re one of — no, the nicest person i’ve met at this school. and that’s what matters right now.”

she looked me in the eye for the first time since i found her in there and whispered a small „thanks.” her eyes fell back onto the photographs that laid on the floor.

i took a breath, hoping talking about her brother might make here feel better. „what was his name?”

„jacob.”

i nodded and paused, thinking of the best way to continue. „what did he do? for a job? or was he still in school?”

„he was an auror. that’s... that’s how he died. this summer. he was dueling a powerful dark wizard when he... struck a nerve, i guess. wizard fired the killing curse, and... that was that.”

„i’m sorry.”

she shrugged with a small shake of her head. „i want to be an auror like him, though. he helped put a lot of bad people away. i want to do that, too.”

i smiled in what i wanted to come off as a supportive way. „i’m sure you will. you’ll make your brother proud.”

a smile washed across her forlorn face. „thanks.”

come to me, my sweetest friend. can you feel my heart again? i’ll take you back where you belong, and this’ll be our favorite song. come to me with secrets bare. i love you more, so don’t be scared. and when we’re old and near the end, we’ll go home and start again.

„[m/c]?” i said. „could you come here?”

„what’s up?” she stood.

„just, uh... just come with me.”

i led her out of the great hall where she was eating lunch and to the artifact room. i pointed out the big, black spider that rested on the chalkboard.

she looked at me, amused. „that’s what you needed me for?”

i flushed. „you don’t have any problem getting rid of them, and, well...”

she rolled her eyes. „is that why i’m your girlfriend? because i can get rid of spiders for you?”

i rubbed the back of my neck. „it’s one of the many benefits.”

she chuckled and planted a kiss on my cheek. then, she turned to the spider. „all right, you; it’s time to stop tormenting ben. wingardium leviosa.” the spider hovered to the will of her wand and she led it out to the courtyard, dropping it onto the grass. „there. you’re free to relax in your hopefully-spider-free-for-now hideout.”

„thanks.” i grinned shyly. how did i get so lucky to earn her love? „i love you.”

„i love you, too.”

today’s the day i make you mine, so get me to the church on time. take my hand in this empty room. you’re my girl and i’m your groom. come to me, my sweetest friend; this is where we start again.

i gazed at myself in the mirror, adjusting my tie for the umpteenth time. i was determined to make sure everything was perfect for such a perfect day. it was hard to believe i was actually to be marrying the one i had loved since my third year.

a knock on the door drew me out of my trance. „ben? can i come in?” it was [m/c].

i walked to the door and laid my hand on the handle, but i hesitated. „isn’t it bad luck to see the bride before the wedding?”

i heard her laugh. „muggles have such ridiculous superstitions. come on; just let me in.”

i drew in a breath and opened the door. the breath i took was knocked out of me when i saw how she was dressed. a flower crown composed of our collective favorite flowers rested on her head. her pastel green dress fell to her knees and she wore her usual black ankle boots. she insisted on not having too fancy nor traditional of a wedding, and i was set on doing whatever made her happy.

„what’s up?” i said.

her face fell as she remembered the reason she had come. „i miss him. i wish he were here.”

i tilted my head, wondering who she meant. then, i realized. her brother. „oh. i’m sorry.”

she stayed silent a moment, her eyes on the floor. „he was engaged before his death. the wedding never happened. and now... he’s not here for mine.” her eyes finally met mine. „this is all everything i’d imagined it to be, except for that one aspect.”

„i’m sorry, [m/c]; i really wish i could—”

she took me by surprise when she flung her arms around me. „don’t apologize. i’m thanking you.”

„thanking me?”

„my brother was never going to be able to attend. that was inevitable. i realize that. but everything else... everything else is just as i wanted. and i owe that all to you.”

i smiled modestly. „well, we had some help from penny...”

„but it’s you who’ll be standing opposite me at the alter. and that’s all i could ask for.” she released me from her grasp and took my hand. „now, what do you say we get out there and seal the deal?”

come to me, my sweetest friend. can you feel my heart again? i’ll take you back where you belong, and this’ll be our favorite song. come to me with secrets bare. i love you more, so don’t be scared. and when we’re old and near the end, we’ll go home and start again.

the music that played was a perfect mix of wizard and muggle music, shaped to fit ben’s and my taste. we danced amongst the other partners to come to me by the muggle band the goo goo dolls. as the rest of the world fell away and it was just him and me on the dance floor, it easily became my favorite song — our favorite song. another chapter in our history had come to a close that day, but the whole of our book wouldn’t end for a long time.