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lenoraslament · 6 months ago

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slytherin boys + edging/orgasm denial!!!

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Slytherin Boys React: Edging / Orgasm Denial

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, piv, oral (male and female receiving), degradation, orgasm denial, edging, smut with no plot.

Mattheo Riddle

“Add Ashwinder egg to a cauldron, then add horseradish and heat” Mattheo’s voice sounded strained as your head bobbed down on his cock. The sound of your gagging muffled his words so you pulled away as he groaned.

“What kind of egg?” Your eyebrow raised as he tried to grab your hair and pull you back. You smack his hand as he gives you a desperate look.

“Ashwinder…baby please” he mutters and you lick the head flicking your tongue over it.

“What’s next?” You asked as your tongue moves down the length.

“Anemone?” Mattheo asks as he grabs the bedsheets, his head falls back as he groans. You sit straight up and he panics. “Thyme? Occamy?” He grabs your wrist trying to pull you back, he’s aching and he bites your lip. Your head is shaking as you hop off, “Rue!? IS IT FUCKING RUE!?” He calls after you but you’re already walking towards his door giving him a devilish smirk.

“You really should study” you tease leaving him panting helplessly on the bed as he reaches for his potions textbook to find the recipe for Felix Felicis hoping he could still get lucky.

Theodore Nott

Your thighs burned, it was quite a workout. Theo’s head was thudding on the headboard as your rocked your hips back and forth on him. Your ministrations were slow and teasing. His knitted brow, mouth hanging slack as another low groan escaped his lips was worth how absolutely spent you were.

Just when you felt his legs begin to tighten you pulled away giving him a little slap on the cheek.

“Ah fuck” he muttered his eyes nearly rolling back as you ripped another climax away from him. He licked his lips as he looked at you half lidded, “No more teasing, let me fill you up” he muttered in his low voice.

“No” you said haughtily, “why don’t you ask Astoria to?”. Your cheeks were flushed with defiance. You caught them talking, no flirting in the common room.

“I don’t want her baby, I only want you bella” he said in nearly a whiny voice that made you grin.

You sunk back down on his aching, rigid cock as his lips let out another moan.

“Then say my name, and maybe I’ll let you come” you say and snap your hips forward to see if you can chase your own high before you take away his.

Lorenzo Berkshire

Enzo is flattered, tickled even when you tell him you want him to edge you. What the hell were you thinking? This boy researched. For hours. Reading articles, watching porn, asking his friends.

Your legs are tied to his bedposts, Enzo lays between them observing your impossibly wet pussy. It’s been nearly an hour, your back arches as you desperately seek out a means to an end. His fingers swirl around your swollen clit, eliciting a loud moan from you.

Enzo chuckles and dips two fingers into your cunt, listening to how loudly you cry out from barely any movement. The past hour he has edged you so badly, you nearly begin to beg when he pulls away again.

He ghosts his finger over your sensitive bundle of nerves and you come. Hard. You clench around nothing as your body finally gives in at the faintest touch.

“Holy shit,” Enzo says in a low voice. He didn’t mean for you to finish so soon, although just the sight of you letting go is enough to make him want more.

“Let’s do that again” he says.

Draco Malfoy

“Don’t be so impatient love,” Draco whispers as he slides his cock over your aching pussy.

“Once…Draco I said it ONCE,” you whine and your eyes roll back as you bite your bottom lip. Earlier in the day he had tried to pull you away from a conversation with Enzo. You made the mistake of rolling your eyes and telling him to “stop being impatient”.

You try and grind yourself up to meet him but he is quick to shove your hips down and onto the bed as he tuts.

“Baby please” you plead as he brushes a strand of hair out of your face.

“So needy for me pretty girl,” he says and shoves himself forward making you gasp. A few strokes and he’s gone again leaving you nearly clawing at his back for more.

Blaise Zabini

It was time for revenge. After he made you fall apart in the Great Hall you knew you had to get your boyfriend back. It was Friday night and another party in the Slytherin common room was in full swing.

You had on a short, black bodycon dress, no panties. There was work to be done. When you spotted your boyfriend he was laughing with Draco, already a few drinks down.

“I need you baby…now,” you muttered in his ear. He stood nearly immediately and began to lead you to his dorm. You shake your head and pull him down the hall, the sight of the broom closet makes him even more excited. Nothing gets him going like the taboo.

He’s ravaging your lips, neck, chest. When his hands reach your thighs and he realizes you aren’t wearing panties he groans loudly. You hitch your leg up on his waist as he fumbled with his belt. The two of you combined feverishly, he pushes into you with eager strokes.

It’s not long until you hear his breath hitch and you pull away so quickly he is breathless with confusion. You pull away with a wink and open the door, he scrambles to cover himself.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” He asked loudly.

“Save it for later I guess” you call back grinning.

Tom Riddle

“You think,” Tom snapped forward making your hips bite into the desk, “you’re so damn….” He pulled your hair making you flush to his chest, “funny”.

To be fair it was funny. Tom was in the common room, talking to Mattheo and Draco when you sauntered over. You sat on his lap, your lips moving to his ear, “I’m so wet right now,” you mumbled to Mr. No PDA. Tom’s eyes widened as Draco and Mattheo smirked at you straddling his lap.

He dragged you to his room shortly after, immediately bending you over his desk. His hands yanking your panties to the side as he pushed into you at a punishing pace. You weren’t mad about it, in fact it’s what you wanted.

“I am funny,” you tease defiantly. He pulls away turning you to face him. His eyes are pure rage, the quiet kind that actually makes you nervous. Tom lifts you onto the desk, he spread your legs and dropped to his knees, surprising you.

Under a vicelike grip on your thighs, he flutters his tongue softly, almost delicately. Tom does not usually go down on you, even though he is absolutely phenomenal at it. Within minutes you’re trembling, eyes rolling back so close to your orgasm you can nearly taste it.

Then he pulls away, wiping his mouth as he observes at your shocked face. Before you can protest he grins.

“See, I can be funny too”.

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adhdduckie · 7 months ago

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felix felices, or liquid luck f.w. x fem! reader.

my masterlist

irl mutuals dni (你没有看到我）

music choice; yo bro wtf

t.w.: swearing. (sorry i couldnt help myself)

word count: 3.5k

synopsis; strangers (hallway crushes) to lovers, with the help of felix felicis potion, or the liquid luck potion!!

here you go anon! hope you enjoy <3 sorry i took so long.

im so sunburnt help

(slightly inspired from my own events but let me tell you i died inside. i hate chemistry oh my lord, potions reminds me too much of it lol)

warnings; not proof read. 3 (?) mentions of y/n, a really stupid misunderstanding. reader is described with hair that can get blown into their face.

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everybody knew fred weasley. it was impossible not to, as they were hogwart's most well known pranksters since the era of the marauders.

of course, you did not happen to know him well enough yourself. you had a couple of lessons with him, such as; potions, herbology, and arithmetics.

His brother and he never really contributed anything to class discussion, only ever helpfully supplying mischief and jokes, and whatever they deemed interesting to themselves.

however, you noticed him wherever you went. It seemed as if it was almost impossible not to, he just happened to pop up randomly everywhere. In hogsmeade, in the hallways between classes, and in your dreams. (not in a weird way you weirdos).

Maybe the first time you ever really started thinking about him was when he appeared in your dream…you weren't too sure. But soon enough, you began thinking about him way too much, counting down the lessons till you could see him again in a next lesson.

you began searching for him in the hallways, the common room, the dining hall. even in places you know he would never be, but it just seems like you were always looking for him.

in lessons, everything he did, you were drawn to. you knew what he had, knew what he liked, and you spoke to him only every once in a while.

'this sucks.' you'd tell your friends. they'd laugh, telling you you should just talk to him more.

which isn't really helpful. you would think.

through some miracle ( or horror, you really couldn't decide.) you ended up sitting with fred in potions. Technically it wasn't a miracle, you had just been goofing off with your friends, being too loud for dear old snapey, you'd been moved next to him.

'oh god oh god oh god oh god' was the only thing going through your head as you packed up your desk to move next to him. your friend could barely hold in her laughter, having to slap her own hand over her mouth to muffle it.

'oh shit oh shit oh shit what have i done to deserve this oh my god' is what you were thinking as you walked towards the back, brushing past george as you walked towards fred.

You sat down at his desk, and he turned his face to you, giving you a soft smile. you pray internally that your face does not erupt into flames.

professor snape, once satisfied that you are suffering, turns back to the board, tapping his wand impatiently on the board.

"today," he drawls, "we will be attempting the felix felicis potion. failure to produce a functioning potion will result in a fourteen inch parchment describing every step you made and what you did wrong." he finishes, piercing his gaze into every one of his students.

you wince. fourteen inches for a mistake? seems costly. Potions has never been your strong point. (for the purpose of this, we're gonna pretend fred is excellent at potions.) You pray to the gods above that you don't mess this up for fred.

as snape sits down on his desk, working through marking some paper. as you get up to go get the ingredients as fred sets up the cauldron. you come back, setting down the ashwinder egg, squid bulb, murtlap growth, thyme occamy eggshell, and powdered common rue on the desk.

fred smiles again, thanking you for your help.

"so we have to set in the ashwinder egg first. you wanna do it?" fred asks, as you tie up your hair. he watches as you do so, and you nod, trying to fight off any embarrassment.

he steps back from the cauldron, letting you do so. your hands are shaking and you are doing everything in your power to stop it. in your haste, you knock over the murtlap growth, but before it falls, fred's hand flashes out, catching it in his hand.

"sorry!" you apologise frantically, and he laughs. It's the nicest laugh you've ever heard, deep and infectious, a laugh you'd be able to hear across the room and still recall years later.

"don't worry. i caught it." he says, setting it back on the table.

you smile, avoiding eye contact. you manage to finish the task, and with his help with mixing, the felix felicis is done. while he was mixing, you tried to pretend not to notice his hands. they're nice, to say the least. his hands are rough and calloused from years of being on the quidditch team, as a beater. he's got small white scars littered across his hands from years of experimenting with george over their joke shop products. you have to drag your eyes away.

The felix felicis potion is finished, and it's the most beautiful shade of gold you've ever seen. You would describe it akin to what you would imagine liquid gold to be, and it fits perfectly into a little vial the size of your middle finger. all that work for a little vial no bigger than your middle finger.

it's still the most valuable potion in the world, though.

the potion has large drops of gold leaping across the surface like goldfish, but it never seems to spill out of the vial. you put the stopper over it, and you hand it to fred, your fingers brushing against his warm ones in the process.

"thanks." he seems to whisper, even though he speaks at normal volume.

"we work well together, i think. usually i can't even get a basic potion done." you tell him, laughing a little.

"i bet that's not true." he responds, the corner of his lips upturned.

"it is." you laugh.

you both return to your seats after setting all the equipment away, and as the first group finished, it means you get to present it first.

snape looks at it approvingly, the first time he's ever regarded something you've done, as done well. you can't help but smile, and snape speaks. "i'm glad that you were able to work well once i removed you from your friends. mr. weasley will now be your partner."

you stare at him in slight disbelief, before shrugging and saying, "yes professor snape."

"as the first students done, and the best potion made, you may keep it. decide amongst yourselves which of you gets it." snape finishes, before shooing you away from his desk.

you both stare at each other, your eyes meeting his hazel brown ones. "you have it-" "i don't want-" you both say, before he tries to hand it to you.

you push his hand away, shaking your head, "it's alright, you can keep it."

"no, i think you should keep it. after all, you need it for potions, right?" he jokes, pushing it into your hands.

you gape at him in mock shock. "how could you say that! We only did so well because of me!" you respond, in mock indignation.

he laughs, as he closes your palm over the small vial, and you realise you've lost. however, you decide, you will sneak it into his bag when he's not paying attention.

the end of the lesson has never come so fast. And for the first time in your life, you're slightly disappointed to leave potions. before leaving you levitate the felix felicis potion into his bag with your wand, and you grin wickedly. you'll just have to see him in your other classes later.

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Fred Weasley thinks he is absolutely screwed. After a year of having a crush on a girl who he does not talk to often, despite sharing three lessons with her, he is now partners in potions with her for an indefinite period of time.

He doesn't know when he first noticed you, but god, is he glad he did. he thinks you may be the prettiest girl he's ever seen, with the brightest smile, and the sweetest personality.

so imagine his surprise, that this sweet girl, has gotten in trouble for talking so much (he doesn't care, he liked listening to your voice)

while you were freaking out and chanting 'oh shit' in your head, something similar was going through fred's. george coughs, unsuccessfully hiding his laugh behind it. fred elbows george to get him to shut up as you approach the table, and george gathers his things, to leave. he winks at fred, before walking to your previous seat next to your friend, flashing a quick and easy smile.

fred wishes he could talk to you so easily, and he tries his best not to show his nervousness, flashing you what he thinks is an awkward smile. (it isnt, it looks natural as hell, not to mention hot as hell)

while you make the potion, he watches you with fervour, as if he's scared he'll miss a single movement you'll make, hungrily soaking up your smiles like a man starved.

every touch feels like something he's been missing, like a hot cup of chocolate after a walk in winter, and he's scared he's going to get addicted.

he wants to give you the felix felicis, and is happy when you finally give up. after potions, in herbology, he reaches into his bag, to find the felix felicis. he laughs, before searching across the classroom for you.

when he makes eye contact, he raises an eyebrow, holding it in his palm to show you, his heart fluttering in his chest. he looks as composed and calm as ever to you, but he knows differently.

it becomes a game, the felix felicis. it takes over several months, and you start to get creative with it, hiding it in his mail, he hid it in your textbooks somehow, you hid it in his hair, etc etc.

it became a competition, who could come up with the craziest spots. after you hid it a couple months later in what you hope was his jacket pocket.

it's been awhile since you had first sat with fred in potions because of professor snape, and you're so happy to say that you've grown closer over the months, even spending time together out of lessons at cafes to study, or in the library together.

after hiding the felix felicis in his jacket pocket while on a walk with him in the winter months, you wait for his turn.

one day passes. nothing happens. another day, and another. four days later, and it still hasn't turned up yet. where is it? you wonder. you check for it everywhere you go, turning your entire dorm upside down searching for it.

he couldn't have lost it, right? it was in his jacket pocket. could it be that he's bored of this game, and he just decided to keep it? must be.

you're disappointed, of course, it was very enjoyable. but there's nothing you can really do.

imagine your surprise, when you walk into the dining hall, to see fred standing with his brother, and what- what's that in his hand? none other than the felix felicis.

you watch as he takes a swig of it, setting the rest of the vial in his pocket. his brother pats him on the back in what seems to be encouragement, and he walks over to your friend.

he smiles at her, and she smiles back. they talk and for some reason your heart starts to get a bit heavy.

'did he just drink the felix felicis just to talk to her?' you ask yourself. unable to stand there and watch, you turn around and walk out of the dining hall, threading your fingers through your hair, brushing it away from your face.

something dark, sick and familiar is brewing in the pit of your stomach, it's pulling, pushing your heart strings.

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fred weasley is going to ask you out. he toys with the felix felicis vial in his pocket as he waits for you to enter the dining hall, turning it over and over again in his pocket as he leans against one of the columns with george.

you don't show up for awhile, and fred's wondering where you are.

"go ask her friend." george states, pushing him forward, giving him a reassuring pat on the back.

fred hypes himself up, and he takes the vial out of his pocket, swigging a sip as he stalks towards your friend. the liquid is thick but light in his mouth, tasting of golden hawthorn berries and honey.

he taps her on the shoulder and smiles at her nervously.

"hey. where's y/n?" he asks your friend

"she's still upstairs i believe." she responds with a smile.

she turns around to see you walking out of the hall, and her smile drops.

"oh."

"what?" fred asks.

"i think she may have misunderstood what's going on." she sighs, and gives fred a slightly strained smile. "you couldn't have waited till after you spoke to me to drink it, could you?"

fred flashes a confused look. "whatever do you mean?"

"hasn't the entire potion been a game? who could hide it the best?" your friend asks him.

"i mean, yeah, it has. but i don't see the problem…?" he scratches the back of his neck.

she rolls her eyes, muttering something about 'boys…' freds eyes narrow, and she lets out a soft laugh.

"right. think of it this way. imagine you've had a crush on this guy for ages. you're not exactly close, but you talk. you have one 'special' thing you do together. for example, hiding the potion….and then you see them keeping it for themselves….you got me?" Your friend finishes, raising her eyebrows at him.

he stares, before realisation finally dawns on him.

"oh shit." he mutters, hand threading through his ginger locks.

"well?" your friend asks, somewhat impatient. "go after her."

fred nods, sprinting across the dining hall, after you. praying to himself that he can fix this, and george throws him a thumbs up as he sprints past.

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'fuck.' you think as you sit down on the edge of the astronomy tower. you can't help but replay the moment of fred drinking the felix felicis before he speaks to your friend. he looked so nervous but so hyped.

you're not about to jump off the astronomy tower, but it's a nice place to be where you need some time alone, to think. you need that now.

that sick, familiar and painful thing pulling at your gut earlier, its back. theres nothing you can do now, but just sit back and let it happen, you suppose.

She's your friend, and so is fred. you have to be okay with it. it's not worth losing friends over.

the wind picks up, ruffling your hair into your face, tangling it into knots. the rain starts pouring down, dropleta cascading down your face.

turning your face up to the sky, you let out a deep sigh, feeling tears prickling at your waterline, fighting the tears back. 'no. you don't have a right to be upset.' you chatise.

'he's not yours. he never was.' you need to remind yourself. this isn't fair to either of them, they had no control over their feelings.

despite that, the tears continue to fall. you can't compete, this isn't fair. she knew you liked him. she knew how you felt. you literally spoke to her about it.

There is nothing. nothing you can do about this. you are just going to have to wait for the feelings to go away. it wouldn't be fair to like your best friend's boyfriend. (getting ahead of yourself, aren't we?)

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fred weasley is freaking out. he can't find you. you're not in the common room, in any of your lessons for the day (yes, he knows your schedule), you're not in any of the bathrooms (he didn't go in, he just asked the girls who came out of the bathrooms), and you're not near the black lake.

in his haste, he almost runs in to someone. "shit." he grunts

"watch where you're going!" someone says. he looks up and realises it's harry.

"oh it's you. you alright there, fred?" harry says, pulling fred up to his feet.

"harry!" fred basically shouts. "where's the marauders map?" he practically begs, and harry raises a brow in response.

"not the time. i need it." harry nods, pulling it out of his pocket, before handing it over to fred.

"oh shit." fred whispers, seeing your name pop up at the astronomy tower. how could he forget it? you told him weeks ago that it was your favourite place in the school.

shoving the marauders map back into harry's arms, fred yells his thanks to harry as he speeds through the hall, skipping steps three at a time to get to you, he stumbles a couple of times, not hitting the floor, but catching himself just in time.

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your back is to the door, and the combination of the rain and the wind prevents you from hearing it open.

"y/n? are you alright?" fred asks quietly, taking a deep breath and sitting besides you.

you turn your face away, wiping away the marks of tears before turning back to him.

"yeah. just enjoying the rain. it's nice, isn't it?" you tell him, trying to change the topic, giving him a soft smile.

you both stare off into the distance, slowly watching all the dark rain clouds move away from the astronomy tower.

he notices that you're drenched, and he sighs. he pulls his jumper over his head, pulling his wand out from his pocket as he does so. "exaresco" he whispers as you dry off.

he passes you his jacket, which you accept without a word. it's still warm with his body heat, and smells faintly of the quidditch pitch and cinnamon, tinged with a scent of something burnt.

"so. you and (friend's name), huh?" you say to attempt to lighten the mood. turning your face to him, you send him a (fake) sly smile, nudging him in the arm.

he stares at you, furrowing his eyebrows. since he finally knows how you feel about him, why are you acting like this?

"no." his reply is short, straight to the point.

you gape at him, mouth falling open and he lets out a deep chuckle, his index finger reaching out and pushing your jaw back up.

"what do you mean no?? I saw you going up to her, drinking the felix felicis." you say, pushing his hand away from your face with a confused frown.

"it wasn't for her." He states simply, hoping his answer is enough for you to finally understand his feelings.

you stare blankly at him.

"you're one of the smartest people i know, but you're so oblivious." he states, sighing playfully.

"then who's the lucky girl?" you ask him, not really wanting to hear the answer anyway. your stomach's already feeling heavy, and he's not even said anything yet. is it katie bell? angelina johnson? who else has he spoken to that he might like?

fred lets out a groan. how can you be so oblivious.

"what?" You laugh, nudging him and trying to get out an answer from him. your hands are getting cold, so you put them in your (fred's) jacket pockets. there's something cold inside, and you pull out a familiar vial.

"why would you think there's anyone else?" fred asks, eyes trained on you as you turn the vial over and over again in your hands.

that catches your attention and your eyes turn to him. "what do you mean?"

fred laughs, his hand combs through his ginger locks as he pushes them back nervously.

"I'm trying, and failing apparently, to tell you i like you." he finally says, laughing nervously again, avoiding eye contact with you.

you gape, for the umpteenth time tonight, before realising he must be joking. you force out a laugh, slightly (super) disappointed. "you're so funny." you deadpan.

"i'm not joking."

"you must be." You respond, slightly hurt that he finds something like this funny. you're facing away again, so you don't notice him look at you. something steels inside of him, and he's confident this will end in his favour.

he reaches up, his hand finding your jaw, and he pulls your face back to him.

something in his eyes is dark, and you realise for the first time, that he's not joking. there's something similar to adoration in his eyes, and it's everything you do in your power to stop from gasping.

"i'm not joking." he repeats.

you can feel his breath on you, fanning across your skin like a warm embrace.

"are you sure?" you whisper, trying to contain the butterflies in the pit of your stomach.

"yes." his response is short, sure and straight to the point. "i am"

the next thing you know, his lips are on yours, breaths mingling together. he pulls you closer, and you feel yourself melt into his embrace.

you pull back from the kiss, and he lets out a unhappy groan.

"does this mean…you like me?" you ask him.

he glares at you, and you laugh. "i'm only joking." is your response. he grins, his forehead resting against yours.

you lie your head on his shoulder, and the both of you enjoy each other's company. this all happened because of felix felics. you can't help but feel so grateful. maybe you should stop hating potions now.

#fred weasley #x reader #duckiewrites #fred weasley x reader #duckie's inbox #wizarding world #hp fandom #harry potter #george weasley #fred x reader #gryffindor reader #gryffindor #the weasleys #weasley family #asks #sorry anon it took so long #fred

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lupine-trees · 6 months ago

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humility

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After a morning of broom maintenance and more testing on his (as-yet-in-progress) training wheels charm, Harry finds Draco in the tertiary lab. It’s small and unadorned and the one McGonagall set aside for Draco to complete his Owl-post potions mastery program.

Draco sits at his scattered desk, flipping through envelopes and scribbling into his notebook. The work table is a stark contrast, organized carefully, neat as a pin. A small pewter cauldron bubbles over the low simmer of a charmed hearth stone.

“Wolfsbane?” Harry murmurs, finally catching Draco’s attention.

His gaze snaps up, a smile flicking over his face before falling away.

“The mod I’ve been working on. I’m trying to imbue some of the elements of a Pepper-Up, so the characteristic crash isn’t quite so abrupt, but the bicorn horn and the occamy egg powder are counteractive— I mean, obviously. I thought I could use dried occamy as a substitute, but it doesn’t perform as efficiently alongside the necessary dosage of Sopophorous beans.”

He taps his fingers across the desktop, thoughtful.

“I’m wondering if I could supplement the dried occamy with porcupine quills, but there have been limited studies on their interactions, and nothing that’s gone to the clinical stages, and I don’t really have time to start from scratch, at least not right now, but I thought— what?” Draco falters.

“Nothing,” Harry says, lopsided grin unchecked.

Draco frowns.

“You’re remarkable,” Harry huffs, approaching his desk.

The tips of Draco’s ears go pink.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he says.

“Don’t be modest,” Harry answers.

#microficmay2024 #drarry microfic #drarry #drarry fic #a bit behind folks— sorry ‘bout it!#an extra long for your troubles ha #*update #i spent far too long looking at potions info for this #& still nobody double-check me lol #mine #fic tag #lup writes #lup’s microfic may

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partlystiles · 2 years ago

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Hey uhh. Can you make a part 2 of Barty and reader talking about their dads but this time they meet in the future and hoe reader died? I sort of need some angst

PT 1

barty crouch jr x fem!reader

summary: a run-in with a relative of someone from his past makes Barty's head turn.

Warnings: swearing, use of alcohol, mentions of death.

sorry it's been a while!

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My dearest Barty,

Enclosed in this letter is an Occamy feather for you! You better like it because I nearly died getting it for you, I had to resort to the mating dance and screeching loudly so it wouldn't attack. They are very aggressive and protective over their eggs, just like I knew but I can't believe I managed to tame one.

Of course I didn't manage to get an egg, but I have a drawing of it in my case that I will bring back to you and tell you all about.

India is so much fun! I've learned Bollywood dancing, visited a lot of the temples, trekked in the Himalayans to get to the Occamy of course. I even came during Diwali and everything is so beautiful!

I wish you were here with me. You'd love the dancing, even if you think you wouldn't, I know it. I'll be home soon, happily back with you. Little Elijah or Eleanor, whichever one it is, has been kicking for their daddy. Misses you almost as much as I do.

I know you had your doubts about me going to India whilst five months pregnant but I've run into no trouble whatsoever, just a little kick here and there but you were there for the first one. It should be about 4 more days until I'm back and I'm so excited!

I'm hoping that everything is okay back home. I know there's been more recent disappearances, even Regulus Black. Poor boy. He was so nice to me, I can't imagine how his brother is feeling. As long as you're safe then I'm happy, very happy.

Four months until our baby comes into the world!

Boat is boarding soon, so I'll go post this letter now. I love you so much! See you soon.

Y/N x

Bartemius Crouch read the letter over and over again. And then again. Until he felt numb inside, numb all over until somebody had to physically force him out of his chair, let alone out of his house. His heart was shattered, crawling back together to try and attach itself again, but it didn't work. Everything just crumpled again, crumpled like the letter in Barty's hand that was stained with blood, tears and sweat.

Multiple times it had been fished out of the garbage, multiple times he had tried to smooth all of the wrinkles back out of the paper so he could read it one more time. Multiple times he had been on the verge of incinerating every inky last word...but he never did. Because he could never ever get rid of her, the thought of her, the knowledge of her. Her and his baby who was never ever birthed.

Little Elijah or Eleanor never met their daddy and their daddy never got to look into the eyes of his child and softly rock them from side to side whilst singing them to sleep. It was a loss greater than anything, but nothing will ever be greater than the loss of his wife. His sun, his moon, his eclipse. Without her, his nights were darkened, his days were lost and Bartemius Crouch Junior withered away in his grand house, wishing his love was still in his arms.

However, a knock at the door interrupted his nightmare of a daydream. A grunt escaped his lips at the sound of it, his hand's grip on his glass of alcohol tightening at the rim as his other hand wiped at his spiked stubble around his chin in an uninterested gleam.

"Go away." Barty raised his voice a little, stumbling up from his dishevelled armchair and letting the rest of the letter from his wife's travel that sat on his lap fall to the wooden floor below him. "No one's home."

As he tried to stumble away again, tipping the last of the alcohol down his throat, he heard his door open anyway. Despite the obvious want of not having someone with him at that current time, he could hear footsteps behind him, entering the grand room with an air of purpose and especially an air of arrogance.

"I said GO AWAY." Barty swivelled around, chucking his glass at the doorway that the person was stood in. They didn't flinch at all, but the glass smashed above the archway and the shattered pieces fell down to the floor. "Fucking...fuckin bitch. Fuckin leave."

"Mr. Crouch, please." The man in the doorway removed his hat from his head, holding it in front of him as he watched the broken man trip around his drawing room, walking to his fireplace. "I'm here to talk about my daughter. I believe you knew her. Her name was Y/N."

At once, Barty paused in his place beside the fireplace, his hand grappled on the mantelpiece as his eyes narrowed into fierce slits at the mention of the name. The man grunted drunkenly again, shaking his head as his hands slapped against the mantelpiece multiple times before he decided to hit his head instead.

"Don't..." He drawled, his voice like gravel scraping against his vocal chords before he looked at the man in the doorway. The man had a shadow cast over his face but the firelight highlighting his nose told Barty that he was a spitting image of his dear Y/N. "Don't act like you fuckin' cared about...about her. I know what you did."

"I-I didn't do anything. My girl ran away when she was 17...I've been trying to find her for years. They led me here."

"Well, you're about a year too late, old man." Barty chuckled darkly, pushing himself away from the fireplace to swipe his bottle of alcohol off of his coffee table, pouring a hefty bit into a new glass. "She's dead."

"I was afraid of that." The man sighed, shaking his head and Barty downed about half of his drink before squinting and facing the man again. This time with more suspicion as he began to wring his hat in his hands. "She always was reckless. Running off, wanting to explore the world when I had a perfectly good job lined up for her at the ministry."

"Maybe she didn't want to be a fucking brainless clone." Barty spat, placing his glass down on the table before running his hands through his growing hair and over his face disappointedly. "And why the hell did it take you five fucking years to go looking for her? Ask anyone, it would've led you to me. You wanna fucking know why?"

"I don't-"

"I was the one who convinced her to run away." He whispered comically, pointing to himself with a crazed laugh as his lover's father straightened up a little at the amusement Barty was taking. "Right after I put a ring on her finger, we ran all the way to fucking Glasglow and got married in a stable. How's that for your precious little girl?"

"You drove my daughter away from me!" The man walked towards Barty, who picked up his glass and downed the rest of the alcohol before turning until he was chest to chest with the man. "She could've had a great life. A great job with a great salary and a great husband with a son and a daughter. You took that from her?"

"You drove her away from you yourself!" Barty stumbled more, but poked a finger onto the man's chest anyway, eyeing his own wand on the table just metres away. "It was her dream to travel the world and that's exactly what I...what I let her do, what I encouraged her to do. She was fucking happy, fuckin' joyful. With me. With my child inside of her. But of course you and your fucking ministry can't leave a man alone for two seconds-"

"You see, she was coming home from India, 5 months pregnant with my baby- and she- and she, she was on the same boat as another Death Eater. I didn't even know the guy that well. You ministry Aurors showed up, and she was caught in the crossfire. She died. My baby died. My whole life was ripped away from me because of YOU. YOU AND YOUR FUCKING- YOU'RE FUCKING..."

"Spit it out, son." The ministry worker said, stepping back from the boy as Barty reached into his pocket and yanked out her goodbye letter, crumpling it again in his hand before he looked back at the man, quivering with rage.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE. GO." He shoved his hands out, hitting the man away from him, but the elder one didn't even budge as Barty's weak drunken form pushed and pushed at the body. "GET OUT. SHE WOULDN'T WANT YOU HERE. LEAVE. Fuckin-"

Bartemius reached his hand out, bending down in his pause from slapping his late wife's father to walk over to the coffee table where his wand sat. He picked up his wand, pointing it at the man in front of him who now did stumble backwards at the sight of the crazed man threatening him with his wand. Although it seemed as though Barty couldn't get a clear shot.

"Avada Kedavra." A blinding flash of light and a thud reverberated around the room as Barty was left alone, stumbling again though he didn't bother to pour himself another drink, he just grabbed the bottle and let it slide down his throat. "Fuckin' bitch, freakin' fucker...

... I want my baby."

#the marauders era #barty crouch jr #barty crouch junior #barty crouch jr x reader #barty crouch junior imagine #the marauders x reader #harry potter imagine #harry potter

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raineartz · 10 months ago

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i suddenly remembered my love for occamys

id like to think that percy saved a couple of them from poachers/illegal traders (who try and sell them for their feathers or eggs since theyre pure silver (aka; good potion ingredients)) and after releasing them one just seems to want to stick around

since they can change shape it usually is constantly on his person because it seems to have attachment issues when it comes to him but he dosent mind and likes having a small lil snake bird on his shoulder or in his shirt pocket

#harry potter #hogwarts legacy #hphl oc #artwork #occamy #hphl mc #please theyre so tiny..i love

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aureliushq · 2 years ago

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aurelius institute cordially invites you..

aurelius institute for advanced magical learning cordially invites all students and staff to the annual halloween masquerade ball. held in the great hall on the night of october 31, students are encouraged to attend with dates in tow for a night of music, entertainment, food, drinks, and well-mannered frivolity.

among the night's many entertainments are fire charmers, live bats, dancing skeletons, musical guests ( most notably 'the unforgivables', a band comprised of aurelius students ), and the annual halloween scavenger hunt. students who wish to participate in the scavenger hunt will be separated into groups of 3, and will solve a series of riddles that lead them to clues that will ultimately lead them to one of many gold coins hidden among the grounds. these large gold coins each have a number from 1-15 that corresponds with a prize. scavenger hunt prizes include a vial of felix felicis, a state of the art broom compass, a self inking eagle feather quill, a pouch of instant darkness powder, a pot of self correcting ink, a remembrall, a set of nose-biting teacups, a runespoor egg, a pot of everlasting ink, a pouch of powdered occamy shells, a quick-quotes quill, a brand new self-stirring cauldron, a puffskein, a pair of omnioculars, and a vial of veritaserum.

following the scavenger hunt, headmaster albus dumbledore will announce the winners and make his annual halloween address to the school, which will be followed by special halloween themed treats and a special guest.

—– THE BALL will only last one night in game, but a little over 2 weeks in real time, giving players an opportunity to write threads, post outfit inspiration, etc, for the event !! for more information and details on the event, check out the MASQUERADE BALL CARRD with handy links and visuals ♡

—– THE EVENT will occur on october 31st in game, but begin jan 24th in real time. the last day in game for the event will be feb 9th, but threads from the event can still continue / be wrapped up after the event is over.

—– THE SCAVENGER HUNT will be taking place on discord, for those wishing to have their characters be involved ! there will be lots of fun and interesting twists regarding the scavenger hunt, so we encourage everyone to participate !

#aureliusevent

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siren-of-redriver96 · 2 years ago

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Assembled all my fun dialogues for Fantastic Beasts

Enjoy :)

Rolf: Grandma, before you met grandpa… was there any other man you liked?

Tina: Well, there was one, yes… he was considering to ask me out, before dissapearing for a long time…

Rolf: Oh…

Tina: And then we got to the situation most stories you’ve heard from us start with.

Newt Scamander appeared, and everything went differently.

Newt: I don’t like it when people start their sentences with “Mr. Scamander”… it’s usually either a complaint or something about my brother.

Theseus: (to everyone sitting around him) In case you’re wondering, this is a third of my working life.

Newt: (quietly) Would you like to visit me in London?Tina: Huh?

Theseus: (in the background) He said “Would you like to live with me in London".

Newt: Shut up!

Queenie: Heard that too!

Newt: I didn’t say that!

Queenie: Ah, no… sorry, my bad, you thought it.

Newt: Bloody …

Newt: (before starting to realize a plan) Theseus … can you remind the ministry that it needs me?

Theseus: (pinching the bridge of his nose, nodding)

Random official: Mr. Scamander, you’re completely insane!

Newt: And, by Merlin, I’m enjoying every second of it!

Jacob: So, yes, he got us both out of that situation at the bank … and he actually wanted to take care of me all alone, but Tina took us home …

Theseus: Ah yeah… nothing unusual so far, but … he then took you to his case after only having known you for a day?

Jacob: Yes… he just asked me to feed some creatures after I was better … but I guess that’s not that weird…

Theseus: Actually… forget it, go on.

(…)

Jacob: After he had caught that Erumpent … I thought it was about time…

Theseus: For what?

Jacob: To switch to first names…

Theseus: (stills for a moment, then surpresses a laugh) Alright… go on, please.

(…)

Jacob: And then I stepped out into the rain … poor guys, they were all crying …

Theseus: Newt was… crying? When you were leaving them?

Jacob: Yes… almost as bad as Queenie…

(…)

Jacob: Anyway, I could only open my bakery because he left me that suitcase full over occamy egg shells, with that letter saying it was from a well-wisher… I would have preferred “friend”, but… words are just words, we were from the beginning, I think.

Theseus: Very well… then I suppose it’s time.

Jacob: For what?

Theseus: (streches out hand) First names.

Tina: So, after I saw him using magic openly at the bank, I of course had to take action.

Theseus: So, your first official meeting was when you … arrested him. (heavily surpresses laughter) Go on.

(…)

Tina: Then I took him to my office instead…

Theseus: And he didn’t resist all the way from the bank? Not even a bit?

Tina: No… I didn’t even have to use shackles. just held his arm… is that unusual?

Theseus: It’s interesting …

(…)

Tina: And when I entered the room, the beds were empty.

Theseus: Ah, classic Newt.

Tina: And there was dust by the end of the bedsheet … I suspect he didn’t take his shoes off…

Theseus: That… is new, I assure you.

Tina: I suppose because we were strangers…

Theseus: Were, ah…

(…)

Tina: And then he called that we needed an insect and a teapot…

Theseus: Ah yes, he likes that combination.

(…)

Theseus: He… took your hand? Touched you?

Tina: Yes, I guess because I was in shock… but he did try to wipe some mustard from my lip before, and at the port he… (blushes) … not important.

Theseus: (smirks) Tina … such a small name…

Years later…

Newt (stay at home dad at this point) comes to pick up Tina from the department after work.

Auror: Scamander, you’re wife’s here!

Tina: (leaves her office and comes over to him with a broad smile) Wife!

Newt: Hello, husband. (kisses her, beaming)

Tina: (chuckles and takes his hand as they walk away)

Other auror: Forget it man, these two are invincible. And crazy … and very happy - it’s all very frustrating.

Rio: Watching full-grown Chupacabra nearby while Newt approaches it

Nagini: What is that?

Jacob: He’d have a name for it…

Theseus: He’d have a first name for it.

Newt: (notices a pattern on it’s left leg - beams) Antonio!

Everyone: (raspberries)

Tina: (chuckling) Shh!

Theseus: I thought you had actually switched sides … why else would you use my face to get into the ministry?

Newt: Because you keep on hairing onto me?

Theseus: … what?

Newt: Yes, everytime you hug me, you loose them like an old Doxy. Whenever I need to use polyjuice, all I have to do is check my shoulders …

Theseus: (stills) … what do you mean “whenever”?

Newt: Erm… never for directly illegal purposes… (blushes)

Theseus: How many times?

Newt: (thinks … a few moments pass as he slightly nods a few times)

Theseus: Are you honestly … counting?

Newt: Hope I can…

Theseus: (covers his face in his hands with a groan)

Tina: (shakes her head) I think we can consider “frequently”…

Theseus: (nods into his hands)

Travis: You want an end to the ban on you traveling internationally. Why?

Newt: (whispers) She has salamander eyes…

Travis: Pardon?

Newt: There are creatures out there I’d… like to supervise!

Mrs. Esposito: (calls upstairs) Tina? There is a Mr. Scamander for you here!

Tina: …… tell him I do not want to see him!

Theseus: Don’t worry, I get that all the time …

Tina: … (slowly walks out the door to the top of the stairs)

Theseus: (smiles) Hey Teenie.

Tina: (runs down the stairs into his arms, hugs him tightly)

Mrs. Esposito: (stares)

Tina: Don’t worry, we’re taking a walk outside.

Theseus: Absolutely.

Mrs. Esposito: Very well… but be careful!

Theseus: Don’t worry, I know not to mess with her … (chuckles)

Tina: (laughs) He does…

(they leave)

Newt releases three full grown dragons against Grindelwald’s followers in the ministry’s atrium

Travis: … Scamander, how is that better?!

Newt: Well, it can’t get any worse now, sir.

Tina: (looks at Theseus help-searchingly)

Theseus: Hey, you insisted on marrying him.

Queenie: We stand as one, united, against the puritan ...

Tina: (joins in) We draw our inspiration from good witch Morrigan ...

Newt: (accepts challenge) Our heads could do with filling, with some interesting stuff!

Theseus: (joins) For now they're bare and full of air, dead flies and bits of fluff!

Bunty: (joins too) So teach us things worth knowing...

Jacob: (joins Tina and Queenie as they start screaming) WE CHO-CHOOSE IT!

Newt, Theseus and Bunty: JUST DO YOUR BEST, WE'LL DO THE REST!

Tina, Queenie and Jacob: THE CASTLE WALLS THAT KEPT US SAFE...

Hogwarts: AND LEARN UNTIL OUR BRAINS ALL ROT!!! Illvermorny: YOU TAUGHT US ALL OUR MAGIC, AND NOW ONE THINGS QUITE CLEAR

Hogwarts: HOGWARTS HOGWARTS HOGGY WARTY HOGWARTS, TEACH US SOMETHING PLEASE (ENTER CANON)

Illvermorny: WHERE'VE ROAM, WHERE'VE ROAM, OUR ONE TRUE HOME, OUR ONE AND OWN, IS

Hogwarts: YOUNG WITH SCABBY KNEES

British auror: So how did you and Newt Scamander meet?

Tina: I arrested him.

Entire divison: 🤣

Theseus: (taking Newt’s testimony) Alright…

Newt: Any more questions?

Theseus: Most should be covered, but there’s one thing I’m still … trying to understand…

Newt: Yes?

Theseus: (lets down the quill magically and folds his hands on the table, looking at him for a few moments) Several pedestrians in Paris witnessed something strange, right after you arrived - we thought it was gossip, but Jacob confirmed it. (sighs) Newt… why did you lick the street?

Newt: Ah, that … that was research? There had been creatures in this area, and then I found this puddle … I do realize-

Theseus: A puddle? … you licked rain water off a street?

Newt: Not exactly. It was saliva.

Theseus: ………………… 😐

Newt: (sighs) Spit.

Theseus: I know.

Newt: Good. It was the Zou-Ou’s. That’s what brought me onto it’s tracks.

Theseus: You licked the saliva of a creature off a sidewalk in Paris? Is that accurate?

Newt: Yes. (thinks a moment, then chuckles) Have fun writing that down.

Theseus: We’ll scratch that. Travis would have you admitted. (sighs again, massages the bridge of his nose) Did it taste well?

Newt: … it was saliva, off a city sidewalk!

Theseus: (chuckles in painful)

Newt: … reminded me of your fashion sense, to be honest …

Theseus: Yeah right, stoplight …

Newt: (joins in chuckling) …. you need a vacation, right?

Theseus: Like I’m ever that lucky…

Percival: I've been seeing the same story for years ... young aspiring auror shows up, outstands everyone, career is going steadily towards the top - and then some wretched guy shows up and ruins her life.

Newt: Oh boy, did I!

Tina: Oh boy, did you!

Everyone else: OH BOY, DID HE!!! (cheer)

Tina: (packing her file bag in the almost empty office)

Theseus: (calls through the office, semi offended) Goldstein!

Tina: (hides behind her table) Darn it…

Theseus: Where is she? (stops before her table, crosses his arms) Goldstein.

Tina: (rises slowly - one eyebrow then as well though)

Theseus: Did you tell Haystach from Mysteries’ you may be joining us for drinks tonight?

Tina: (puts an hand to her hip - with a slight smirk) Are you denying me my night off, Mr. Scamander?

Theseus: Right, Mr.-Scamander me. I granted you one on Wednesday, didn’t I?

Tina: (sighs) I got my “History of Hogwarts” copy just yesterday!

Theseus: You told me you wanted to meet new people. That’s how it usually happens.

Tina: I think I’ve met plenty already. Why don’t you entertain them tonight?

Theseus: Cause it won’t be fun without you?

Tina: …. fine. Though I think neither of us should get into drinking this often right now.

Theseus: (chuckles) I’ll just take your drink away in time.

Tina: (laughs) I’ll tie you to the bar, mister! And leave you there!

Theseus: Feel free if I should order a third whiskey.

Tina: I will. (packs up a file)

Theseus: (summons her coat, hands it to her with a grin)

Tina: (smirks halfly at him) You’re the worst.

Theseus: You too, Goldy. Come on.

(they walk to the door - yet he falls halfway from a rope stringing him to a table)

Tina: (leans against the doorframe, snickering) It’s time you get a night off too, right?

Theseus: (half-serious) You wouldn’t!

Tina: (walks away) Good night, Mr. Scamander!

Theseus: (sighs, reaches out for the rope, which loosens yet before he can)

Tina: Come on, we’ll be late!

Tina: (about Theseus) He needs to control his temper.

Also Tina, narrating: Two months later, after one of working as a legal defendant for your father, I realized this man had the combined patience of this country

Newt: Isn’t much though, right?

Tina: Which was just enough to deal with your father, true…

Queenie: (skips through minds around)

Tina: (hums in her head) …. dam dam dam dam … Mr. Scamander, send me a dream …

Queenie: (falls off her chair laughing)

Tina: NOOO

Newt: I've had people complain about my aura... but I don't, so...

Tina: (kisses him on the cheek)

(a near incorrect quote)

Theseus: You’re mad.

Newt: Thank Goodness for that! Because if I wasn’t, this would probably never work!

Newt: Hey, would you like to see a magic trick?

Theseus: Er, sure?

Newt: Tina!

Tina: (in the distance) What?

Newt: Theseus attacked me!

Theseus: Wha- I didn't... (gets tied to chair)

Newt: :D

Theseus: I didn't attack him!

Tina: (peeks through the door) I know.

Newt: (runs away with her, both giggling)

Theseus: You two are ministry officials!

Newt & Tina: mInIsTrY oFfIciAlLs

Jacob: Sometimes I wonder how Newt is has his job.

Theseus: Because I’m good at my job.

Newt: Darling?

Tina: What?

Newt: Where is my suitcase?

Tina: What?

Newt: Where - is - my - suit - case?

Tina: I, er … put it away.

Newt: Where to?

Tina: Why do you need to know?

Newt: I need it!

Tina: Uh-uh! Don’t you think about getting into trouble today! We’ve been planning this dinner for two months!

Newt: The public is in danger!

Tina: Then you and your case should stay in here, don‘t you think?

Newt: Would you please tell me where my case is, Porpentina? We are talking about the greater good!

*silence*

Tina: *peeks out of the kitchen* “Greater good”, you say?

Newt: Yes…

Tina: *fetches her wand and tosses him the suitcase* Let’s go!

#fantastic beasts #FBAWFT

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