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Bludgered - Sebastian Sallow x Female!MC/Reader

Summary: Sebastian never really knew what his friend saw in Isaac Cooper but he never questioned it - he made his friend happy. That is until a Quidditch match goes quickly awry and he realises his feelings for her may go far deeper than simple friendship.

Prompt from @monismateos Quidditch Seb x Slytherin Seeker F!MC. Thank you for your patience with this one lovely!

Word Count: 8.3k

Warnings: 18+, aged-up characters, 7th Year, explicit sexual content, smut, mild violence, love confessions, semi-public sex, first time

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Condensation fogging the inside of Sebastian’s goggles made it almost impossible to see his frozen fingers clasped around the handle of his broom; let alone the Quidditch match itself. His hair was slicked down his forehead and he could already feel a splinter working its way under the skin of his palm.

He’d have to ask her to help him squeeze that out later.

Rain lashed in oppressive sheets as Sebastian circled the pitch diligently. He rolled his shoulder as much to keep the blood circling as it was to keep pace with the veering gusts that would knock a smaller man from his broom.

Sebastian hadn’t even wanted to try out for the blasted Quidditch team he grumbled inwardly as he swerved out of the line of the chasers keeping an eye on the skies to ensure their path was free of a hurtling bludger.

He’d only intended to watch and support his friend try out for the Slytherin Seeker position. Reyes had taken one look at him stuffing himself into the narrow stalls beside Ominis and declared he had a ‘beaters build’. Before he could protest she’d manhandled him onto a broom, forced a bat in his hand and next thing he knew he was being dragged out at the crack of dawn every morning in the baltic Scottish winter.

Anne had always been the Quidditch player not him – slight and nimble she’d taken great pleasure in outpacing her brother in front of Madam Kagawa.

Merlin, he missed the library.

He could be warm and dry watching the game from a respectable distance inside, book in hand. The cold stiffness in his bones seemed to creak in mourning because at that moment they felt like he’d never be dry again.

But he hadn’t wanted to disappoint her.

She’d looked so pleased when Reyes had offered them both a spot on the team. She’d flung her arms around his neck crowing with delight while Sebastian’s stomach had dropped like a stone. But with how her wide eyes had shone at him, small hands squeezing into his biceps, smile so wide and crooked like a crack of lightning; excitedly waiting for him to return her jubilation he hadn’t the heart to tell her that the absolute last thing he wanted was to be on the Quidditch team.

He'd never been particularly good at saying no to her.

So with a coil of despair tightening in Sebastian’s stomach, he muttered a silent goodbye to his books and his bed and returned her smile praying he didn’t look like a man walking to the gallows.

With how often Anne had badgered him to help her practice during the holidays when she was a Chaser; Sebastian consoled himself with the knowledge that he was a fair flyer. Better than a lot of the Gryffindor team evidently with how their Keeper practically wept every time he saw Rayes’ raven hair streaking towards his goalposts and as a Beater he could at least help keep an eye on their troublesome Seeker.

She was scouting high above him, robes burdened and sopping with water – it was a marvel the weight of them hadn’t made her sluggish. In fact, she barely seemed to notice the cold or the rain at all. Just as alert as she was at the beginning of the match. Floating ominously overhead she kept her silent vigil; like a hawk waiting for a rustle of prey in a dense forest. As impressive as it may be, Sebastian’s constitution was not as robust, and he just hoped she would catch the bloody snitch soon so he could pack it in.

“That’s Reyes with another 10 Points to Slytherin – Puddlemere United will have their hands full with that one next year!” Lucan’s crackly amplified voice shouted over the howling wind.

The thumping of feet heavy enough to break the rickety rafters and a roar of approval from the emerald-cloaked stands answered the chorus of groans from the scarlet that surrounded the pitch.

Tapping his bat against his boot in an inaudible clap Sebastian looked smugly up towards the Gryffindor stands as they jeered at Imelda who seemed as unbothered by them as a speck of soot on her cauldron.

“Eyes on the game, hound!” Imelda barked as she streaked past. Sebastian rolled his eyes at the nickname his captain had bestowed upon him which to his dismay had caught on with the rest of their team.

As he began to turn his attention from the crowd a flash of black stood out against one of the scarlet banners. Obsidian and vibrating with its internal rage Sebastian caught sight of the bludger rocketing through the fog towards their Seekers. All other thoughts evaporated, and he pulled up the handle of his broom jolting up into its path.

He searched wildly through the dark skies for anything to redirect the screeching little devil away from her. His eyes landed on a scarlet figure with a bat in hand - Sebastian found his target. With all the strength his frozen joints would allow, Sebastian raised his arm and smacked the bludger with a resounding crack from his bat, sending it hurtling towards Isaac Cooper.

He’d apologise to his friend later if he put her boyfriend in the hospital wing.

A lopsided smile tugged at his lips. Sebastian leaned back slightly on his broom. Feeling rather pleased with himself he turned to grin at her hoping his quick reactions would break her concentration momentarily and earn him a flash of a smile no matter how fleeting; it was one of his few moments of pleasure in this infernal game – but she was gone.

“The Seekers have spotted the snitch!” Lucan shouted, “It’s Slytherin in the lead – come on Ogspire, knock her off her broom if you have to!”

“Lucan!”

“Sorry, Professor.”

Sure, enough like an arrow released from its quiver she was streaking towards the ground. Cutting through the rain, neck and neck with the bludger hand outstretched as she hurtled towards a flash of gold behind Cooper's left ear.

Nelly, the Gryffindor seeker had also spotted it from below. If she didn’t have such a sizable lead, Sebastian was sure there would be a head-on collision, a mess of broken bones and blood splattered across emerald and scarlet.

Sebastian’s head whipped around to the only other person not intently watching the seekers – Cooper. He’d seen or heard the bludger Sebastian had sent his way a split second before it was too late…for him.

Sebastian felt like he was watching in slow motion. Raindrops hovered in midair like glittering jewels, her emerald robes flapping in the wind like wings, bludger far too close to her head and Cooper poised to strike. A hunter with his gun ready to shoot her from the sky.

Cooper swivelled quickly on his Nimbus, strong arm reaching up above his head as he swung. Wood connected with iron as he followed through redirecting the angry bludger hurtling towards her.

Sebastian screamed her name.

So loud it clawed at his throat. A desperate plea for her to get out of the way, forget the bloody game - but his voice was silenced, stolen by the storm.

If it wasn’t for the clap of thunder and the hammering of rain, Sebastian knew he would have heard the sickening crunch as the bludger connected with bone.

Even if her hands had been tightly clutching her broom, she wouldn’t have been able to grip it after her head was bludgeoned to the side. Every muscle and tendon which had been coiled tight as she surged for victory slackened.

She wobbled and slid silently sideways off her broom.

***

Somewhere overhead even over the deep rumble of thunder, Sebastian could hear Imelda screeching out commands to their team, signalling desperately to Kogawa on the ground below. But Sebastian could barely register the words over the blood roaring in his ears.

Pressing hard on the handle of his broom Sebastian tore towards the ground, rain buffeting his face a harsh sting on freckled cheeks. His vision had tunnelled as he narrowed in on the spot she was falling. He could catch her. Stop her from hitting the ground, if only he could push himself faster. Harder.

She was falling like a star crashing to earth that never should have been stolen from the sky.

Bile was in Sebastian’s throat, harsh and sour. Twenty feet from the sodden earth. Faster. His stomach lurched. Ten feet. Just a little further. A futile hand outstretched.

Just as he was certain she was going to hit the ground limp limbs sprawled and broken in the grass like a rag doll she was suddenly buoyant – airborne once more.

Professor Ronan had his wand outstretched from the stands slowing her descent to Professor Weasley who had already been waiting on the ground. Her mouth pinched in a thin line as she surveyed the sickly parlour of the witch's face and the blood now matting her hair.

Sebastian was the first player to touchdown. Throwing his broom away, abandoning it like he would anything else as long as he could get to her. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he could hear the other players circling down to earth but he was consumed. Soley with thoughts of her.

Professor Weasley flicked her wand, muttering a barrier charm shielding her from the unforgiving elements. Sebastian was hot on her heels to follow when Kagawa stepped in front of him putting a firm hand on his shoulder in warning to not interfere.

“She will be fine, Sallow!” said Kagawa sternly.

“You must be joking. She’s clearly not fine! I can help. Just let me go with her and-”

“Professor Weasley and I will accompany her to the hospital wing immediately. You will only get in the way. You can see her for yourself. Later. Be sure to relay that to the rest of the team,” she said with conviction but it did not ease the twisting in Sebastian’s stomach. Kagawa nodded tersely and strode briskly towards the castle.

Sebastian balled up his fists, jutting out his jaw as he took in a heavy breath through his nose.

He wasn’t cold any longer. Sebastian was burning. Burning from the inside out; with a white-hot rage…and fear. Letting it scorch at the shame he felt that he had let this happen, it had been his fault, he had not been enough to take care of her as he’d promised himself.

Mud splattered as he turned on his heels stomping towards Cooper. Channelling the last of his fraying self-control into not reaching for his wand and hexing him on the spot into his feet. Cooper’s face was pale, eyebrow knitted and mouth curling down with worry but it did little to quell Sebastian’s fury.

What right did Cooper have to be worried?

Cooper’s eyes found Sebastian, his grimace contorted into a glare. Narrowing his eyes, a sneer wrinkling his nose and the twitch in his jaw that seemed to be reserved especially for Sebastian. A face so unpleasant, that he had never been able to put his finger on why everyone in this school regarded him as so handsome. Being half-decent on a broom was hardly a reason to fawn after anyone.

Why someone as brilliant as her, with everything she had achieved, would fawn after him too had remained a mystery.

Sebastian never really knew what she saw in him, but he never questioned it - Cooper made his friend happy. Thought he’d made her happy. So the two young men largely ignored each other despite their significance to her unless an interaction was absolutely necessary.

But this betrayal was not something Sebastian could ignore.

“You could have killed her,” Sebastian shouted with such venom that not even a howl of wind could soften his tone. Sebastian shoved an accusatory finger into the other man's chest. Which was promptly smacked away in disgust.

“You heard Kogawa. She’ll be fine!”

Cooper pushed back his ash blonde hair sodden and hanging over his eyes. Averting his gaze to the direction Professor Weasley had whisked her out of the stands and towards the hospital wing. Sebastian clenched his teeth, his jaw twitching at his blatant disregard.

“What the hell were you playing at? Was killing your girlfriend really less important than losing a bloody game or has too many bludgers to the head rendered you a feckless moron?”

“Don’t think I didn’t see you hit a bludger at me. It’s part of the game, Sallow. She knew what she signed up for.”

“That’s bollocks and you know it.”

“Bludgers are an occupational hazard.”

“Couldn’t stand the fact she’s a better player than you - Is that it? Gryffindor chivalry my arse!”

“Unlike you, I'm not that insecure," Cooper blustered "I would have done the same to anyone else.”

“But she’s not just anyone else,” Sebastian shouted incredulously. Anger was pooling in his gut, ripping through him at the thought of Cooper or anyone daring to think so little of her. “She’s your girlfriend!”

Cooper scoffed and his eyes raked down Sebastian. Sizing him up for all he was worth. The two men stepped towards each other.

Never one to back down, Sebastian squared his shoulders to the challenge. Cooper wasn’t much taller than Sebastian and certainly not as broad but he used every last inch to stare down his nose at him with a mocking sneer.

“Exactly. She’s my girlfriend. Not yours.”

“I know that-”

“Do you?” he chortled. “Some of us were starting to think you were as thick as you are pathetic.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sebastian spoke through gritted teeth, acutely aware of the heat rising in his face staining his ears pink.

“It’s fucking embarrassing,” Cooper continued. “The way you carry on after her. Dragging her to the library every night, sending her owls - You don’t even like Quidditch! But you’re at her beck and call like a love-sick cruppy-”

“I’m her friend.”

“Her friend,” Cooper scoffed. “Give it a rest, Sallow. You think you have some sort of claim over her just because you’ve been following her around since fifth-year but never had the nerve to do anything about it.”

“I don’t have a claim on her-” he spluttered. His cheeks redden further and not just from the biting chill.

“No you don’t, because she’s mine-”

Crack.

Sebastian’s fist connected with Cooper’s jaw before he’d even realised he’d swung for the arsehole. Perhaps not as hard as a bludger but the cut it wrought would sting with far more malice than enchanted iron. Taken off guard expecting a wand drawn between his eyes long before a brawl, Cooper was sprawled out at Sebastian’s feet in the steeped grass.

Cooper stared up at him dumbfounded from the floor clutching his cheek. Sebastian’s breath came out angry and ragged, fogging the air in uneven pants. Cooper did not move to get up or reach for his wand. Despite his love for books and clever spell work, Sebastian in that moment was glad of the years of working the fields outside of Feldcroft that made him more physically intimidating than someone so scholarly rarely was. Because if Cooper had moved one inch, he wouldn’t have hesitated to hit him again. He wanted to hit him again. Partially for her, but mostly for himself because Cooper had made him feel small. Powerless. And he’d sworn to himself years ago that he'd never be powerless again.

Powerless as Cooper clearly felt. Crimson cheeked glaring up at him like the intensity of his gaze could set Sebastian on ablaze even in the torrential gail. The prickle of eyes gawping at them, making the heat rise in their cheeks and the hairs on the back of their necks stand to attention.

“Stay away from her. She’s not yours anymore. Not anyone’s. And if I catch you in a broomstick’s length of her again after what you did today - I swear on Salazar’s grave, you will be the one sleeping in the hospital wing next time.”

Cooper’s only acknowledgement of his threat was a glob of scarlet blood spat onto the grass. But he didn’t try to rise to his feet and continued to glare at Sebastian. The tips of his ears were as scarlet as his cloak in rage or embarrassment to be laid out in front of Merlin knows how many students that were still packed into the stands. Circling vultures who would undoubtedly, pick apart his humiliation and spread it through the castle letting it grow more outlandish with each retelling.

Let them say what they want, about Cooper or himself, let them pick them apart - they could make themselves sick on it for all he cared. He only cared about one thing at that moment.

He turned to head for the castle, ignoring the route for the changing rooms where his dry robes waited intent on striding straight for the hospital wing.

“Sallow! What the fuck do you think you're doing?” Imelda shouted barging past the group of quidditch players standing well back from the scuffle. Her black hair was sodden and her ponytail limp, her signature scowl she wore when addressing just about anyone looked forced with the corners of her eyes creased with concern.

“Finish the match without me Imelda-” he grumbled. She stepped into his path blocking him as he attempted to push past her.

“It’s already over. Ogspire caught the snitch and had the good sense to look sheepish about it when she realised what happened. Or the crowd would have seen two seekers knocked off their broom when I was through with her – but that doesn’t matter.”

“No, it doesn’t matter! Now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to see to the only thing that does.”

Reyes placed her hands on her hips and looked him up and down, assessing him with an amused quirk on her brow - Sebastian wondered how such a tiny thing as Reyes could be as terrifying as a Hungarian Horntail like she could strip the flesh of your bones with a look.

"Do you know why the rest of the team calls you ‘the hound’?"

"I assume it's because you told them to treat me like some sort of dog. Now if you’ll excuse-"

"You're not a good quidditch player, Seb."

"Cheers Reyes."

"Luckily Carrow is a decent enough beater to look after the rest of the team. But we keep you for one thing. You're the hound. Her guard dog. On and off the pitch. That's why she went down like a sack of shit,” she grimaced. Reyes despite her callousness, Sebastian could see how her shoulder stiffened with suppressed anxiety for one of her few close friends and it settled the anger that was still threatening to spill over. “She's potentially the only seeker in history to never be hit by a bludger. She doesn't even look for them anymore. As I said - you’re not a good quidditch player, Sebastian. But while she’s my Seeker and Carrow doing the heavy lifting…I’ll happily take a bloody guard dog over a half-decent beater. Just don't beat yourself or Cooper up about it."

“No promises about the last bit,” he griped. Averting his eyes, hoping Imelda thought the flush creeping over his cheeks was from the chill and not from the knowledge that even his own teammates shared the opinions of Cooper and his friends when it came to Sebastian’s feelings for her - which felt jumbled with both worry and speculation.

“Go check on her. Blainey will have a fit if the whole team shows up,” Imelda said softly. She negated her uncharacteristic kindness with a firm punch to Sebastian’s arm. Her eyes glinted viciously as she looked past him to Cooper who had pushed himself off the ground dusting off his robes. “Besides…I want to have a little word with Cooper myself.”

***

A puddle had formed under Sebastian’s chair as it had dripped from his sodden robes until Madam Blainey had ushered him into the lavatory. Sebastian hurriedly stripped, cast a drying charm on his clothes and pulled them back on. Forgoing his shoes as he hopped lopsidedly out the door. Hastily pulling up the breeches which stuck against the wet hairs on his legs. Blainey wrinkled her nose at his display but left him to his vigil, being far too familiar with the pair and how persistent they could be when it came to remaining by the other's hospital bed.

On more than one occasion she’d sent the other packing only to be greeted cheerily the next morning by a smug-faced teenager who’d tampered with her locks and wards to sneak back inside to keep the other company. After almost three years of this, she left them, albeit reluctantly, to it.

She was curled up under white starchy sheets; a draped knit blanket barely covering her knees was sliding to the floor where she’d squirmed. No longer chilled to her bones, the colour had returned to her cheeks. Sebastian rested his head on his palm, elbow braced against his knee. He’d been in this position far too many times than was preferable but it had become familiar to him; the twinge in his neck, the ache in his arms as the hours of the vigil dragged on. Not that he minded, being beside each other was second nature.

She shifted; eyes blinking sleepily back into focus as she rolled onto her side. Sebastian stretched rubbing the back of his neck smiling at the softness of her sleepy gaze.

“Seb?” she sighed dreamily, her voice thick and curdled with potions Blainey had more than likely forced down her neck.

“Who else,” he grinned. Blainey had long since satisfied her need to poke and prod at her ward and headed up to bed. And he doubted anyone had the bollocks to go against Imelda if they’d forbidden them from seeing her tonight. “You gave me a bit of a fright there, pet.”

“It’ll take more than that for you to get rid of me…” she said sitting up more jovial than he expected. “But…whoever came up with the idea of bludgers is a sadist.”

“Or a masochist. Some of us are gluttons for punishment,” Sebastian argued, pulling at the collar of his Quidditch jersey exposing the jagged scar on his shoulder.

Faded white, the remnants of one of their summer duels. With no Blainey to patch him up in seconds, the skin had puckered and scared but he was rather fond of how it cut through the freckles.

“If you recall, you were the one who insisted we practice severing charms after five pints in the Broomsticks.”

“In my defence, with the amount of practice you get, I thought you had better aim when you were drunk,” he chuckled. “How are you feeling? You seem to be fairing better than I was that morning.”

“I’m made of sterner stuff. No hungover wailing over a little scratch for me,” she jabbed before grimacing rubbing the side of her head where it had struck. “Not going to say it was pleasant - nasty little buggers aren’t they. But Blainey patched me up. Made me drink that foul grey sludge for the concussion but a couple of spells for the wound and I was good as new. Honestly, the sleeping draught seemed like overkill but I think she’s just sick of catching me roaming the halls at night.”

“If she thinks that’d stop you! Don’t think I’ve ever seen you sit still for this long, you menace.”

“Or you for that matter,” she grinned, patting his hand affectionately. Moonlight spilled in from the ornate windows over the vacant hospital wing, she peered past him down the rows of empty beds. “Where’s Isaac? I thought he’d want to see me-”

Sebastian bristled, her disappointed frown souring his cheerful mood. He brushed the bruised swelling on his knuckles from where they’d connected with Cooper’s jaw.

“What you’d rather see your ‘brave’ Gryffindor boyfriend - than me? Who’s been here.”

Who’s always been here.

Maybe Cooper was right. Perhaps they all were and Sebastian really was pathetic. Pathetic for assuming she’d still want to wake to Sebastian at her bedside now that she had Cooper in her life. That their friendship could compare to what he could offer her.

“No, I’m glad you’re here,” she said crossly. “But…I thought he’d want to at least check I was alright.”

“You shouldn’t want to see him after the stunt he pulled today! He’s the reason you’re in the hospital at all, might I add. Decided you were less important than a stupid game. I told him to stay the hell away from you for good.”

She blinked at him incredulously for a moment before the heat began to rise in her cheeks and she clenched her jaw.

“How dare you! Who do you think you are deciding what I do? You have a lot of nerve, Sebastian.”

“I thought I was saving you the trouble but if you want to scurry back to him, be my guest!” Standing so abruptly his chair screeched across the floor. “Keep doing everything for everyone else when they wouldn’t give a fraction back. No matter the cost to yourself, like you always do. You can be so bloody naive!”

“I know you don’t like Isaac - you don’t even try to hide it. But you can’t dictate who I see. And I hoped you thought more highly of me to think I’d stay with him after the shit he pulled today. But, if that’s what you really think of me, you can bloody join him” she snarled.“I tell everyone they don’t know you like I do, but maybe I am naive. Seems I’m surrounded by tossers trying to knock me down. Why do you even care, as clearly you think so little of me?”

“Of course, I care! Even though you’re seemingly incapable of caring about yourself. You barely even let me. You’re infuriating! What’s more ridiculous is what someone like you would see in him. He’s not good enough for you, he never has been! You give yourself over to people who couldn’t give too shits about you and now look at you-”

“Oh, so what? My boyfriend turning out to be a complete and utter prat is somehow my fault?”

“No! Of course not,” he flustered, carding his fingers through his hair. All the words in his head felt jumbled and he could tell by the dangerous look in her eyes he’d let his temper dig himself into a hole once again.

“Don’t hold back, Sebastian,” she spat through gritted teeth. “Did you just come here to insult me or is there something you’re trying to say?”

“What I’m trying to say is you should you should be with someone who fucking cares. If it was me, I wouldn’t be risking your safety to win a stupid game! Merlin, if I was your boyfriend I wouldn’t risk you for anything. I thought I lost you once and it was one of the worst days of my life. If someone had tried to take you away from me I would have fought back. Fought for you. If we were together-”

His voice died abruptly in his throat when she was no longer fixing him with a deadly eye but staring at him. Wide-eyed her mouth hung slightly a jar. He'd built up a barrier around himself and as close as he was to her, probably closer than anyone he’d still kept her at arm's length. Once again he let his temper get the better of him but instead of solidifying those walls, he’d exposed a little too much. Exposed something he’d vehemently denied to even himself.

Shone a light on a corridor in the labyrinth of their friendship and feelings he had for her he’d never explored. One he perhaps always knew was there but until now had dutifully tried to ignore lest he lose his way and not be able to make it back to the well-travelled paths of simple friendship.

“But we’re not together…” she said cautiously. As if she could tell Sebastian was a startled animal, and once the shock of his confession wore off he’d bolt. Which quite frankly he was considering.

“No. We’re not," he responded voice clipped. Sebastian was more surprised it even worked at all with how tight his chest felt.

“But if we were…” she said it like she was stepping out onto thin ice wondering if it would hold or she’d plunge into the unforgiving water below. “What would you do for me?”

There was no use hiding it any longer. He sighed, looking into her eyes resigning himself to that first step into the unknown.

“Anything.”

Her breath caught and Sebastian knew she could see the truth they’d danced around painted across his face and laid bare between them. Feel the finality of his words like Pandora opening the box and swarming the carefully curated distance between them with truth never to be recaptured.

Sebastian reached for her, fingers entwining in her hair tilting her chin up so she could see him. Perhaps truly for the first time, exposed and raw. Her soft lips parted as if to protest his confession but as she searched his face for the lie she found none. Sebastian was done with hiding, with pretending. The realisation that his feelings went beyond that of a companion and he didn’t care if anyone thought it pathetic. In truth, it was liberating to drop the charade he played with his own heart.

He kissed her.

Claiming her lips firm, not holding back the wave of desire that ignited any semblance of decorum and dignity he had left. Any whisper of a reason he’d concocted in his mind for why they couldn’t - shouldn’t be together going up in smoke. Pulling her towards by the nape of her neck, like he hadn’t realised he’d been starving until he tasted her.

There was a desperation in the way he cupped her chin, tangled in her hair longing for acceptance. He brushed his tongue lightly against her bottom lip.

Just like that barrier between them crumbled for her too and she was kissing him back. Mouth moving against his with such a fiery intensity he thought he might catch alight. Like she too had stifled any spark she’d felt between them; kept it bottled away for so long with no chance to grow that now it was fed it devoured her.

It was not soft, nor tender – perhaps it was because neither were they.

His tongue delved into her mouth hungrily, exploring brushing against hers. He stifled a wanton moan into her mouth.

“I think I need to break up with my boyfriend,” she said breathlessly between kisses.

“I already took care of that for you.”

For a moment, Sebastian thought she might break off their kiss and start shouting again. But she nipped at his lip satisfied with his answer. Her hand was in his hair, wrapping around his neck. Pushing up on her knees to press her chest against his. Muffled moans slipped from her lips which made Sebastian’s head spin dizzy with desire. His own strangled, desperate groan when she slid her tongue past his lips to brush tentatively against his own. Every flick of her tongue drove him further into the heady fog of desire.

The overwhelming need to be closer. To drown in her embrace. Sebastian's knee found purchase on the bed between her parted legs. His hand ghosted down her back settling on the small of her back. She groaned as her spine curved towards him as he impressed down upon her. Still clinging to him as she fell backwards. Sebastian tumbled after her. Not caring about how his weight rested heavily upon her. She seemed to revel in the closeness, in the way Sebastian bore down on her. Desperate to be closer to her. Cocoon himself around her. Be the barrier to shield her from harm.

But she wanted no barriers. At least not between her and the sanctuary that was Sebastian. She tugged up the hem of his jersey, eager fingers stumbling. He let his lips briefly leave hers, sitting back to pull it roughly over his head discarding it carelessly to the side.

It wasn't as if she hadn't seen him shirtless before when they'd spent sun-drenched summer afternoons swimming in the river by Feldcroft or when errant spells had ripped or burnt the clothes from his back. But never had she looked at him like she was now - or if she had he hadn't noticed. Eyes darkened with desire raked over him hungrily as if she wanted to tear into his flesh.

She explored the breadth of him that was now exposed to her. The sparse hair on his chest, the marred skin on his shoulder the scar she’d left; a claim she’d staked on his skin long before he knew every inch of it was hers.

His hands explored her in turn. Running along her ribs, the curve of her hips, and the dip of her waist. Committing this side of her to memory. Unbound, lustful. Still every bit the wild thing he knew her to be but with an endearing nervousness to her inquisitive touch.

A side of her that until now had remained a mystery to him. A restricted section of a library he’d been too afraid to read from lest he be thrown from its doors entirely; on he intended to consume entirely.

“I didn't know you wanted this - Merlin, I didn't know I wanted this," he murmured between kisses.

"A life-threatening blow to the head can really knock things into perspective."

He tilted her chin to access her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin below her jaw. She let out a startled little yelp as her body jolted in surprise. Sebastian chuckled and pressed his lips more softly against her quivering pulse, letting the tension ebb from her tightly coiled muscles before sucking a brand into the delicate skin. She groaned as her back arched towards him, breast brushing against his chest through her thin nightdress. The sweet trembling whimpers as he soothed the ache so intoxicating he felt drunk on her cries. Kneading the flesh of her breast in his palm, coaxing more delightful sounds from her lips as he tweaked the bud between his fingers.

"I'll have to thank Isaac for-"

"Don't say his name-" Sebastian pleaded. Disliking the way any name sounded in the breathless quiver of her voice besides his own. "From now on - No one else's. Only-"

She cut him off cupping his face, prying him away from his ministrations on her jaw. She touched her lips to his gentler than the last had been, understanding the desire in his incoherent rambling.

"Sebastian."

And she said it was the only name that mattered. He groaned deeply, burying his face in her hair. Breathing in the faint lingering scent of mallowsweet not even the storm could wash away entirely. Sebastian grasped her hip through her thin nightdress dress so he could roll his own against her core. He knew she would feel the growing need hardening in his between his legs.

Slipping under her skirt he slid a hand purposefully up the inside of her thigh. Her fists balled in the sheets as he brushed against the soaked fabric of her knickers. She shivered and certainly not from the cold, as he tentatively traced her folds.

“Say my name again.”

She complied and he pressed his thumb against the bundle of nerves. She whined at the contact and it called to something primal within him. That doggedness, that impulsivity a part of him he tried to damper, and contain lest it consume him completely as it had done in the past - perhaps this was why he'd built a wall between her and his heart. Because once he surrendered this part of himself to her, anything he had done in the past would pale in comparison to the everything he would do for her.

Shifting the fabric to the side and dragging a finger through the slick coating her folds to press against her clit. Coaxing out mewls of pleasure with every tantalising circle of the nub. Her breath was hot against his neck and a flush had spread from her cheeks down her chest. She writhed in search of more friction as he teased her open with his fingers. Sebastian emitted a low throaty groan when he felt how silky and keen she was for him. Her breath caught in her throat and his own became more ragged as he pumped and curled his fingers inside of her. Working her open, pliant to his touch.

His cock was strained against his Quidditch breeches twitching eagerly against her stomach with every muttered curse and keening mewl she released. Her whine into his mouth, a plea for Sebastian to give her more than just a tentative caress. Her hands which until now had been stroking along his spine and tangling in chestnut curls ran along the curve of his ribs and down his stomach. She palmed his hard length and began pulling the laces to free him from his trousers.

Rumoured dalliances were one thing and those were bountiful. Gossip spread like wildfire whether there was truth to it or not. But if it were to be discovered Sebastian had had her completely - it could damn her. There would be no going back, no changing her mind about their feelings for each other. Not that there would be any going back for him. Not now the floodgates had opened try as he might he would not be able to close them.

He’d submitted to it. To be hers. And he knew his stubborn heart could not be turned.

A crease formed between his eyebrows and he pulled back from their kiss. Sebastian had burned for her for longer than he knew and now his heart had begun to splutter with nerves. She smoothed the lines etched on his brow, tilting her chin up to kiss him with a soft longing. A silent affirmation that this was not a moment of madness or revenge.

“This really isn't the place, pet," he tried to reason but he made no motion to move away from her embrace. Instead, he peeled the silken nightgown over her head which she wriggled out of gratefully. Bare and laidf out below him his mouth felt dry, as she looked at him through her lashes. Chest heaving, his friend transformed into a goddess under the soft lamp light.

"You don't think the hospital wing is romantic?"

"We could get caught?"

"We're both rather adept at getting out of trouble."

"You're sure?"

“About you?” He nodded nervously. Her eyes softened and the words came to her easily as if somehow she'd always known it would be him. "Since the day I met you.”

Sebastian heart rattled as she undid the laces, and helped her shuck the material down his hips. He kissed her and he wondered why he tried to evade the inevitability that was her. She wrapped a hand around his cock and he bucked almost embarassingly into her grip.

He helped her guided his cock towards her entrance, shivering as he dragged the head against her slick folds. He kissed her deeply. Passionately. In reverence to her and all she meant to him; even when he'd been too blind to see it.

He sank into her tight heat. The noise rumbling from deep in his chest was more akin to a growl than anything human as his girth stretched her inch by inch.

Muscles tightly coiled with nerves but a tremor of pleasure electrified her as Sebastian pressed his thumb gently to her clit soothing her delicate whimpering. Fingernails etching grooves into his shoulders he knew should sting but gods - his mind had been completely overcome in the bliss of her warmth.

"Ah- Fuck."

Sebastian wasn't sure which one of them had uttered it the moment he bottomed out inside her. Dropping to press his forehead against hers. Hot breath disturbed her unruly hair which he had tangled, a blush staining her cheeks and lips swollen, Sebastian didn’t think he’d ever seen anyone more beautiful.

The last thread of his control was dwindling with how tight her walls fluttered around his cock, how perfectly he fit inside her; like he belonged buried in her. But he stilled himself. Letting her adjust despite how desperately he craved the claim her to make her scream his name until she could speak no other.

Sebastian wasn't known for his exercises in control, but he tried. For her.

Moving his hips working himself into her with tentative shallow thrusts. Her appreciating shallow panting like blissful music. He stole a look down to where their bodies were connected. Almost coming undone completely at the sight.

"It's like you were fucking made for me," he rasped. Still circling her swollen nub admiring how each stroke strained her breathing into short needy pants. Coaxing more of her slick to coat his shaft.

"Funny," she choked a devilish smile spreading over her face. Her eyes flicked up to his from they too had been trained on their union. "I was going to say the same thing about you."

He dared a deeper thrust. Pulling back before pushing back in with a languid roll of his hips that made her groan, wanton and needy. Her back arching skyward he slid his free arm under the space she left. Wrapping around her waist to embrace her tighter.

Her hips bucked towards him, with every deep steady thrust. Cursing a string of profanities and praise the new angle allowed the head of his cock to stroke along her sweet spot. Filthy things that would have made even him blush but if it was possible they only made him rut into her more possessively. Mouthing brainless at the curve of her jaw, as she accepted him deeper.

There was a familiarity in the unfamiliar. The way the scent of mallowsweet wrapped around him had never smelt so intoxicating. The lilt to her voice when she said his name never sounded so reedy and desperate.

He'd been trapped outside the gates of Elysium and now indulged fully in its pleasures. Sebastian groaned, peppering kissed into the crook of her neck, spreading her knees open to take him deeper. His thumb still teased her clit with every thrust making her legs tremble. The hair on his chest and freckles across his skin did little to hide the flush of colour on his skin. Sebastian clung to her desperately, her skin soft and plush in ways he’d never let himself imagine.

He felt her climax building around his cock. Clawing at his back as she whined, teetered on the edge of ecstasy. Desperately clinging to him, to prolong the moment neither of them wanted to end. But his own release was impressing on him fast. Coiling tightly in his gut as he began to pound into her harder his pace becoming erratic with every deliberate thrust into her tight heat.

“Fuck. Fuck- Please, darling. Come for me,” he pleaded. Barely recognising the desperate gravelly rumble of his voice.

“Seb- Sebastian, I’m so close!”

“I can feel you. Fucking incredible. You’re incredible, taking me so well. I can’t- I can’t hold back anymore.”

Her climax broke, with a shuddering cry of his name. Spasming and contracting as she sucked him in impossibly deeper into her cunt. Sebastian doubted there was any greater pleasure in this world than the feeling of her completely unravelling, pulsing around him.

She was calling out to him breathless, like his name was the answer to a question her soul had been asking and he was filling in the gaps of what she never knew was missing.

His vision narrowed, until she was all there was. Blushing, dishevelled a fucking exquisite mess writhing against him - because of him. With a final uneven snap of his hips, he buried himself inside of her to the hilt. Groaning her name over and over like a mantra as he came, hard. Harder than he ever had. Hips spluttering as he spilt inside of her grinding out his release deep in her channel.

He loosened the arm coiled around her waist allowing her to slump boneless onto the mattress. He kissed her, capturing her sweet dulcet whimpers as he coaxed her slowly down from her bliss. Letting her ride out the last of her shaking climax with gentle circles on her clit, still buried inside of her.

They stayed like that for a while, his head pressed into the crook of her neck, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. Humming contentedly as rocked into her. A little gasped when he at last pulled his softening cock from inside of her. Mourning the loss of being intertwined with him completely.

Hardly big enough for two, he pulled her half draping her soft body over him so they both fit. Head resting on his chest she hummed contentedly as he pressed his lips to the crown of her head. They were silent, the only sounds were their laboured breathing and the occasional satiated sigh.

"I love you," Sebastian’s voice broke the silence.

And it felt too big and too small all at once; like it didn't capture the enormity of what he was feeling but now that he did he could never love anyone else. Never feel the warmth of another and for it to feel like home. “I just- I want you to know in case it wasn’t obvious. You don’t have to say it back-”

“I love you too. In fact, I think I’ve loved you for a long time.”

She tilted her chin up to kiss him and the world seemed to tip on its axis. Sebastian resigned to the knowledge he would fly through a thousand more storms just so he could bask in her warmth.

***

Luxuriating in the afterglow of a perfect evening rarely lasted forever. However, Sebastian didn't anticipate his to end quite so abruptly or by being shoved out of bed by the witch he loved. Landing clumsily on the tiled floor he glared up at her disorientated. If she wasn't roughly pulling her nightdress over her head to cover her bare breasts he may have thought last night was a rather vivid wet dream.

"Blainey's coming. You need to hide," she hissed. “Quickly. Under the bed.”

"So? She's used to it. We always stay here together-" Sebastian yawned in protest. Reaching up to fix her dishevelled hair brushing his thumb against her cheek. If possible, she blushed even more wildly than she did last night when he’d been buried between her legs. As if the affectionate hand from the man who loved her was somehow more intimate.

"Yes- but usually fully clothed! Oh for Merlin's sake-"

She snatched her wand up off the table, pointing it dead between Sebastian's eyes she muttered a disillusionment charm. Sebastian felt it trickle over him and just as his hands disappeared from view the door to Blainey’s chambers swung open. The matron shuffled into the hospital wing bee-lining for her solitary ward’s bed who was quickly stashing her wand under her pillow. Sebastian despite being little more than a trick of the light, scooted further under her cot to avoid discovery.

"Good morning, dear! How are you feeling?” she greeted her cheerily. Stopping at the foot of her bed her sensible shoes the only thing visible to Sebastian. “...You look a little flushed."

"Much better, Miss. Truly-”

"Look at the state of your sheets. Tossing and turning all night, I’ll bet," Blainey tutted. Sebastian clapped his hand over his mouth to stifle a snort of laughter. "Glad I kept you in. I knew you needed a good night's rest."

“Ah. yes- slept better than I have in years,” her voice wavered unconvincingly. Terrible liar. The bed springs straining as she squirmed uncomfortably.

"You have a visitor,” Blainey said, fussing with her pillow. Sebastian tucked his feet in tighter into the cramped space. “Your boyfriend, Mr Cooper."

Sebastian stilled, his jaw tensing as he resisted the urge to charge out of the hospital wing in all his naked glory and tell the Gryffindor to piss off.

"I think Isaac is mistaken, Miss. He is certainly not my boyfriend any longer.”

Sebastian may be naked, tailbone throbbing and hunched under a hospital bed in the most undignified position anyone could possibly be discovered in - but Sebastian felt far from pathetic. Smug was probably a better word with the grin that had stretched over his face.

The blow to the face may have hurt Cooper’s pride but it would be nothing compared to the gut punch awaiting him when he discovered how their roles had reversed. When he saw what he squandered had been entirely to Sebastian's gain.

"Or perhaps he has taken too many bludgers to the head or he would have gleaned from his conversation with Sebastian that I don't have a boyfriend,” she said loudly enough for Cooper's prying ears likely eavesdropping on the other side of the door.

Sebastian frowned. Snaking his hand up quickly to deliver a hard pinch to the soft flesh of her arse. She squeaked in surprise, swatting into thin air as she searched blindly for his invisible hand. He knew she’d be blushing madly and he’d probably get an earful about that later. Although he now had a lot more creative fantasies about making it up to her.

"Something wrong, dear?" Blainey turned to her concerned.

"Nothing!"

But, something was much indeed wrong.

'I don't have a boyfriend' he almost gave himself away with an audible scoff.

Sebastian would have to do something about that immediately.

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hart269 · 7 months ago

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Slithering Hearts

Chapter 5

Pairing : Regulus Black x Fem! Reader

Synopsis : You begin an unlikely friendship with the little Black. And soon your whole life seems to have become a tumultuous pathway. The catch, James Potter is your brother.

Note : Seek the stars.

Masterlist / Series Masterlist

The first quidditch match of the year was gonna start soon, even though you had not such interest in the game, you were still sitting on the bleachers, immersed in your book. Learning everything and more was a motto of yours, you had Fliwick and Slughorn impressed and ready to teach you the advanced stuff. Professor Mcgonagoll was clever yet kind. But it was in defense against the dark arts, you had to strive, cause just as the rumors stated, the teacher changed every single year.

The horn blew and the players entered the field, their green robes flicking beneath their feet as they moved forward. Your eyes swiftly shifted to the newest addition to the Slytherin team, who stood with nothing but a expression etched in stone. That's how it has mostly been since the start of 2nd year, you could only imagine all what happens in the grimmauld place.

Not that you didn't know, you had been exchanging letters most of the system, it was a well established system. After Walburga almost catched your letter, Regulus had sent you a panicked one to not send him one in such a time that his mother might see. Since then, he received your letters at twillight, while you received his at midnight.

The horn blew again, indicating the beginning of the match, all players mounted their brooms and took off soaring. Amelia jumped next to you, "I'm so excited, who do you think will win?"

"Whoever gets the snitch" you remarked, looking at the seekers. It was a Slytherin vs Ravenclaw match, although Regulus was good, the Ravenclaw was a 4th year, so naturally nothing definite could be concluded. Not like you had hopes on any particular one.

Your eyes shifted between the game and the book, until it became too intense and you were solely watching the game. The players flew wildly, with little understanding and Amelia explaining most of it, you were able to conclude some things. The game was in full motion when Regulus stopped mid air, causing the other seeker to stop too and look around in confusion. Regulus raised his hands and in his palm was the golden snitch. The whole side of Slytherin students stood, and jumped in excitement. The match was won.

The after party was held in the common room, filled with people dancing and cheering, you were sitting at the corner, having a rapid discussion with a drunk 6th year, though it did end quickly leaving you bored.

Your eyes wandered until they landed on a tuft of raven hair, who was sneaking out. Considering you had nothing better to do, you sneaked out after him, until you reached the top most floor of Hogwarts, the astronomy tower. Regulus sat on the floor infront of the big balcony, "Aren't you coming?" you jumped at the unexpected noise, he hadn't even turn around, damn him.

You sat beside him, marveling at the stars scattered shining across the plane, the view up here was breathtaking.

"Why are you not at the party" he asked.

"It was boring, besides I saw the star seeker leaving, thought it'd be more interesting" your cheeky reply earned a quiet chuckle, "Star seeker is a bit too snobbish, don't you think".

You shrugged, "I think it's perfectly fitting". You laughed at his groan but then you turned somber, "Reg"

"Huh"

"Everything's okay?" you looked at him pointedly, not letting him avoid the topic.

"Why won't it be" he replied avoiding your gaze, "It's the usual, just a bit more" his smile didn't reach his eyes.

"You know you can talk to me right" you said meeting his eyes.

"I do know so" he replied meeting your gaze.

"Also I forgot, Congratulations on your first match" you said patting his shoulders.

He paused for a moment before grinning, "Give me your hand.

You lilted your hand curiously, extending it, he place the small golden ball on it. "The Snitch" you whispered excitedly, examining it, it was your first time seeing the hogwarts one up close.

Regulus watched your face scrunch in wonder, "You can keep it, if you want".

You grinned "Really".

Regulus looked with a smug expression, "Yeah, I'm just gonna get more, star seeker remember"

And so he did, Regulus was one of the reasons Slytherin's performance in quidditch improved and went hand in hand or broom in broom with the Gryffindors who had been previously dominating most of the matches.

However nothing changed for good in the house of black, The black brothers looked plauged everytime they returned from may it be for Christmas or summer break. They refused to acknowledge each other, it was as if a force was pulling them apart. Regulus had not tried to talk to Sirius anymore, claiming it would be worthless anyway. It felt wrong for you to meddle inbetween them, so you decided to just be there for him.

Whenever he returned, it would take you days to get back a genuine smile from him, opening him up little by little. If it were up to you you would have taken him out of there, long time ago. But all you could do, and did do was to be there with him, the astronomy tower became yours hangout place. However it may be, you were glad to be friends.

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 8 months ago

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I've been dreaming of the Seeker of Cradles.

He swore to protect them. His children, his princess, his country.

Lives are precious, and he will not see them snuffed out prematurely.

How does a moment last forever? How can a story never die?

Lilia acts before he can think.

He pays no mind to the audible gasps of the senators, to Baul’s worried pleading. The only voice he listens to is the one that draws him like a moth to a glowing flame.

It’s a shrill cry, the sound any infant makes. But the sob is filled with an overwhelming sadness, a deep desire that resonates with him. Lonely, longing for love.

It breaks his heart, makes him tear up.

“Wait for me!" he shouts. "I’m coming to you right now...!”

He thunders up the steps of Cradle Tower, bracing himself against the lightning hurtling his way. His hood is thrown off, hair whipping, slapping him in the face and standing on end. Lilia fears no man--but in the presence of such sheer, raw power, he's compelled to cower.

He soldiers through, forcing himself up another step. Right as his foot connects, a wild bolt comes down hard, striking him.

Lilia lets out a guttural cry, his small body keeling over. Every fiber of his being screeches in pain.

"Vanrouge-dono...!!"

He stays stationary for one long, awful moment. Then--a sharp intake of breath--and he miraculously rises on trembling legs.

"H-Hah..." he grits out, clutching onto himself. "Is that... Is that all you've got?! It'll take a lot more than THAT to take me out. Your mother has made me deal with tantrums far worse than this!!"

Lilia resumes the arduous climb. More lightning is lobbed at him. Wincing, he wills his aching muscles to weave as best he can around the incoming attacks.

He's nearing the top of the stairwell now, where the power is most concentrated and the wind howls like a banshee. Lilia raises his voice, calling over the storm.

"Are you upset because no one's paying attention to you? Well, you're wrong!! Everyone... Everyone is terribly worried about you!!

"You're such a spoiled child, rejecting your grandmother's magic. Do you know what will happen to you if you don't take it?! You'll die. You'll DIE, and all the people who sacrificed themselves so you could live was for nothing. You don't have the luxury of choice!! You MUST live!!"

The future depends on you.

He doesn't know if the unborn child can understand him or not. It must, to some extent, because the screaming in his head escalates to a frenzied pitch. A strong gale nearly knocks Lilia off the tower--he grasps onto a column and inches closer to its treasure.

The dark, speckled egg floating inside of a barrier.

"You stubborn thing!! Lilia scolds, pushing against the magical shield. His palms burn, as if coated with acid. "If you still refuse... then take me instead of Maleficia...!! I'll give you everything."

He pushes, the barrier holding firm. Pain climbs up his forearms, eating him alive from the inside out. He feels his energy being leeched, his flesh screaming, on fire, as it is sucked out.

"My love..."

The barrier shudders, shakes.

"My magic..."

His biceps are searing, his blood, molten.

"My life...!!"

A crack.

"Accept it all, Malleus...!!"

It breaks.

Lilia falls through, arms extended toward the egg. He entraps it, hugging it tightly against his chest. It’s warm. Malleus is warm, and Lilia can feel a faint flutter of a heart on his skin. Contentedness floods him, even as he feels the pull of magic as it is drained and hungrily devoured.

The egg gives off a green glow from within. The light grows brighter and brighter, until—

“Kyuuuuuuuuuuu!”

Suddenly, an explosion of blinding white. The shell splinters and sheds.

There is no egg in Lilia’s arms, but a lizard with raven scales and a violet underbelly and spines. It blinks up at the general through round, reptilian eyes, belching a line of emerald fire.

“A-Ah… You are…” Lilia’s knees go weak. He falls to the ground, still cradling the baby to him. “Malleus…! You’re here at long last. I… I-I…”

He doesn’t realize it, but he has started to cry uncontrollably. Fat tears dribble down his cheeks and land on the baby dragon’s hide.

Lilia allows himself to wail. It’s ugly, full of raw emotion. Less human and more like the cry of a hideous beast.

From below, cheers and praise float up to him.

“Our hero!”

“Congratulations, Vanrouge!”

“The prince owes his life to you.”

Their words sting his head. The world wavers, wildly distorting--Lilia can't tell if it's his tears blurring his vision or not.

He crumples over with a groan. "M-My head... Agggh!"

"Kyuuuu?" Malleus pads a claw onto his cheek, confused.

The senator's voices are growing louder, angrier.

"VANROUUUUUGE!!"

"What has he done?! This is going to be a scandal--a scandal, do you hear me?!"

"Oh, to think that a disgusting bat has tainted the noble Draconia bloodline...!"

The contradictory shouts mix. It feels like there are fists beating his skull in from both sides. Lilia hangs his head, pulls at his hair, tries to understand the clashing sounds.

That's when he senses the presence of a shadow standing over him.

"I’ve found you at last, Lilia.”

He slowly raises his eyes, careful to keep Malleus guarded with his arms. There is a man in black robes towering over him, his mouth fixed in a frown. A pair of horns protrudes from his head, crowning his ominous yet regal aura.

“What… Who are you?!” Lilia demands of the stranger. “That face, those horns…!”

They're just like Levan and Meleanor's.

The stranger ignores his question. His expression has morphed from displeasure to anger. "Insolent fools!! How dare they speak ill of you. There will be severe consequences for this.”

The air stirs, chilling. Thunder crashes in the distance, seemingly in response to his fury.

He regards Lilia again, his voice dropping to a dangerously dulcet coo. “Ah, but you needn't concern yourself with them."

He takes a stride forward, and Lilia shrinks away. "S-Stay back! I'm warning you...!"

"What sort of a dream would you like to have this time, hmm?" he asks nonchalantly. "A dream in which mother and father are still by your side? A dream where you can live freely with your children? A dream for you to find true love? Just say the word, and it is yours."

With each suggestion, Lilia backs up further and further--until he is nearly at the platform's edge. Wind blows from below, sending hair and fabric flapping.

Here is the devil, come to tempt, and the jaws of death behind him.

The stranger bends down, his smile serpentine and eyes iridescent, twisted with obsession. Charming as a snake. He extends an arm, palm open. "Come, Lilia. Take my hand."

“FATHER!!”

CLANG!

A bolt of silver arrives, expertly blocking Malleus's outstretched hand. He stumbles back, glaring at the two bodies that put themselves between him and Lilia.

“You are…”

“Are you alright?” The quiet question comes from a boy with aurora eyes—clear as a cloudless sky.

Silver.

“Lilia-sama, stand back!!” His partner, Sebek, barks, baton at the ready. “We will protect you!”

“What nuisances,” Malleus snarls. “Still you insist on disrupting these dreams? It is a hopeless endeavor.”

“Maybe it is.” Silver tightens his hold on his own baton. Resolution threads his voice, and he stands his ground against the encroaching monster. “But we will never stop trying until we’ve broken through your blessing.”

“Bless... ing?”

The single word is like magic. One droplet rippling in a pond, setting off a chain reaction.

Memories fire off—the departure, the packing, the party, well wishes, the thorns. Someone screams, jet black tears streaming down their face. The wrath, the hurt.

“I DON’T WANT TO LOSE YOU!!”

The fog lifts from Lilia’s head, and the world clears. The identity of the horned stranger, the same as the baby dragon he holds.

Malleus… It’s you. It was always you.

Lilia gives a shaky laugh. "This is no blessing, boys. It's a curse."

Malleus glowers. “… You’ve awakened, haven’t you?!”

“That’s right. It seems I was dreaming for quite some time too—but I’m alright now, thanks to Silver and Sebek~”

“Father…”

“Lilia-sama!!”

“You too then… You’ve decided to turn traitor on me.” He hisses it, loathes the taste of treachery.

“No, Malleus.”

“Kyuuuuuu?”

Lilia steps beside his students—a general joining his knights. Ruby meets emerald, glittering with defiance.

“We’re going to save you, simple as that 🎵”

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heavenlyraindrops · 8 months ago

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character writing tips

if y’all don’t agree w some of the stuff on this then pls. Be respectful and scroll

ok let’s go! 😭😭

give a character likeable traits but also give them flaws

if the character is meant to be a protagonist then give them more likeable traits than flaws

if they’re an antagonist then give them more flaws than likeable traits

note that that’s not really necessary. And you CAN make ur antagonists nicer and cooler than ur protags but tbh ion think anyone would read that story 😭😭😭

UNLESS the characters change over time 😃 (+ points for character development yay!!!)

Speaking of character development…. Make there be sum. Ion care if there are fifteen plot holes in the fanfic im reading but if Y/N is STILL self destructive by the end of the 70th chapter then blud what was I even reading for (I do actually care about the plot holes but whatever that’s for another day)

p.s., character development is not always the IMPROVEMENT of a characters personality… maybe Ellie grew into a vindictive revenge seeker after the villain murdered her entire family idk who knows

give them strengths and weaknesses

are they super strong? Well maybe they’re super slow too. Are they really smart? Well maybe they’re really physically weak. Balance it out peoples

plsplsplspls don’t make them cringe “u don’t wanna see my dark side 👿👿” sis no

don’t make them hypocrites… the biggest example of this is prolly Zade Meadows when he has sum big ass organisation who saves girls from getting trafficked and rape but then LITERALLY RAPES ADELINE MULTIPLE TIMES … like dude no that’s not kewl ! 😐

“Alastor Evan Thorne” is an acceptable name but “Violet Misty Ebonia Raven Syringe Cornelia von Darke” is not and for the love of god please don’t say that this needs further explanation

this was kinda shit but some of it was useful so yah I guess have fun guys

edit: this is old as hell and ive improved as a writer, i know know a lot of this is iffy or incorrect so lay off 😭

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claymoresword · 8 months ago

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I Choose Her | Stand-Alone Series Chapter: 1

Hermione Granger x Slytherin Fem!Reader

Prompt: Hermione gets jealous as she catches you flirting with someone else, but it ends in a heartfelt exchange between the two of you.

Wordcount: 1.6k

Warnings: romilda vane gets rejected like canon, y/n & hermione are soulmates its confirmed, no plot just fluff

Note: a little something to tide you guys over while i work on the final chapter. hope you enjoy! <3

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You harshly shove the Hufflepuff seeker out of the way, he doesn't budge, not until you shoulder him again. This time it unsteadies his broom, in an effort to not lose his balance, he falls back, leaving you alone in pursuit of the Golden Snitch.

You manage to locate the snitch once more, the golden ball just a few paces out of reach, as you extend your hand, you can feel its wing fluttering violently against your fingertips As you attempt to grab it, the flying ball quickly changes course trying to evade you, but you still manage to follow closely behind.

"Come on." You mutter under your breath, you are so close, the ball is practically yours.

Coincidentally, a large gust of wind graces your flight path at just the right moment. You take full advantage of it, picking up a bit of momentum, just enough to trap the Golden Snitch in your grasp.

You then whisk yourself around on the broom to face the stands, stubbornly the Snitch tries to wriggle free, but you hold it firmly still.

A large roar erupts from the audience as you hold up your prize for all to see. They were cheering for you.

The sound is exhilarating, intoxicating. It makes you feel invisible– but there was only one person's cheer worth taking notice.

In a sea of Gryffindors, you find Hermione's gaze. Your grin widens, and she smiles right back at you.

Soon enough an involuntarily blush covers your cheeks, and you are forced to look away.

"Y/n has caught the Golden Snitch. Slytherin wins!"

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The celebration continues well into the evening in the Slytherin common room. Students from all houses fill the space, taking advantage of the unlimited amounts of liquor and butter beer available.

Crabbe and Blaise insist on parading you on their shoulders for the dozenth time tonight, it seems the more intoxicated they get, the harder they find the task of leaving you alone.

“Y/n!, Y/n!, Y/n!” The crowd continues to chant beneath you, and you can only allow yourself to enjoy the moment. Even though the incessant attention from everyone tonight was starting to peeve you slightly.

The only person you wanted to spend time with tonight is Hermione– yet she is nowhere to be found.

“Alright, put me down guys.” You raise your voice over the commotion, and your friends finally oblige, taking you off their shoulders, you let out a breath of relief once your feet touch flat ground.

“If you keep it up, Y/n, we'll win all the games this season.” Pansy claims, her voice closer to a shout.

You merely give her a nod, taking her words for a compliment and nothing more. Deliberately ignoring the sudden sense of crippling responsibility that's been set upon you.

You find yourself looking through the crowd once more, hoping to spot a familiar brown-eyed beauty.

Where is she?

You push through the sea of students, a few of them continue hurling praises at you and taking the opportunity to squeeze your shoulder as a version of acclamation.

By the time you reach the large window by the far side of the room, you are out of breath.

The spot you've escaped to is somewhat secluded, so you are given a chance to gain your bearings, as you silently observe the view of the black lake.

That is, until someone unwelcomed enters your space.

“You were amazing on the pitch today–” Romilda Vane says, standing an inch too close.

You catch a whiff of alcohol on her breath, and your effort to distance yourself fails as she merely sees it as an opportunity to step closer.

“Thanks, Romilda. I didn't realize you liked Quidditch.” You state dismissively, before scanning your surroundings again, for any indication of Hermione.

“I don't, not really..” She replies, and a bold hand on your shoulder snatches your attention once more.

“I like watching you though.” Romilda says, inching even closer, you watch as her gaze manages to find your lips for a moment.

Normally, you'd entertain such a blatant attempt at flirting, especially from someone so attractive– but tonight, you couldn't care less.

Hermione is the only girl you want complimenting you.

Romilda proceeds to brazenly caress your bicep, she gasps slightly after giving your firm muscle a squeeze.

“I bet you could easily lift me.” She remarks suggestively, and you let out a dismissive scoff, but this only urges her to continue eyeing you hungrily– a mere object she'd like to toy with.

“Perhaps we could find out–” You suggest, but immediately regret your effort in humoring her.

Romilda mistakes your words as an invitation. She leans in to meet your lips and you quickly swerve out of the way.

“Some other time.” You quip, subsequently catching sight of a familiar face in the distance You don't even bother letting Romilda down easily before chasing after her.

“Hermione!” You call out, but the Gryffindor is making it quickly through the crowd. It seemed shouting her name only motivated her to walk further away.

You finally catch up to her in the gallery, outside the common room, the door soon shuts behind you, and the two of you are left alone.

“Hey, slow down–” You say, finally grabbing hold of Hermione’s arm.

“Where are you going?” You ask, but when she turns to look at you, her hardened expression takes you aback.

“Are you alright?” Your ask of real concern is only met with an eye-roll. Hermione groans in frustration as she tries to wrench out of your hold.

“Let me go–” She asks sternly, and you do just that, but her demeanor continues to unnerve you. You could never bear it whenever she was upset with you.

Whatever it is, you plan to rectify it now.

“Hermione..” You coax gently, and the Gryffindor no longer makes the effort to walk away from you, instead she leans against the stone wall, her gaze fixed towards the ground.

You stuff your hands into your pockets as you made the conscious effort to not reach out for her again.

“You know you can talk to me– tell me what's wrong, darling. Was it something I did?” You try once more, and finally, she graces you with a lingering glance.

"Why are you with me? You could have any girl in the school.. anyone you wanted. So why me?” Hermione asks, the faint tremor in her voice breaks you, but you can't help the incredulous look that paints your features.

“Are you really asking me that?” You ask flippantly.

Your carelessness only makes visible tears well up in Hermione's eyes, and you immediately regret opening your mouth.

“Oh– no, I'm sorry. Come here.” You remark frantically, pulling Hermione closer by the waist, and she accepts your embrace.

“I'm sorry.” You repeat earnestly. She buries her face in the crook of your neck, despite herself.

“You have no idea how much you mean to me, do you?” You mutter, as you take in the scent of her hair.

Hermione pulls back to look at you expectantly, and you don't fight the urge to hold her face in both your hands, leaning in to kiss her deeply.

“I think you're brilliant.” You admit as your lips remain less than an inch apart.

“Really?” Hermione breathes out, and you can only smile.

“Yes.” You claim before tilting your head to kiss her jaw. “Being with you.. it's like a dream.” You continue, relishing at the feeling of Hermione shifting closer to feel more of you.

“A dream I never want to wake from.” You utter directly into her ear, before placing a kiss against it.

Hermione shudders in delight, her hand slips up your chest to the collar of your shirt, she clutches it, at an effort to steady herself.

You proceed to kiss her neck, and amidst a series of soft moans, Hermione utters something far more incriminating.

“I love you..” She says breathlessly, almost too soft to be real.

You feel her tense up as you halted the string of kisses you were leaving upon her skin, trying to process what you just heard.

“What did you just say?” You ask, pulling away so you could trap Hermione's gaze.

The evident blush upon her cheeks only causes your grin to widen.

“Nothing, I–” Hermione stutters, and you decide to help refresh her memory.

“You love me?” You ask, hopeful that she wouldn't deny it.

“Yes. Maybe.. I don't know.” She averts her eyes, and you have to bite your lip to stop from smiling too wide.

“Well, that's a relief. because I think, maybe, I love you too.” You respond, tucking a strand of hair behind Hermione's ear, and this makes her look at you again.

“Wait– you do?” Hermione asks, her manner ever unassuming. She is perfect, and she loves you.

“I love you like a madman.” You admit plainly, and her chuckle causes your heart to flutter violently in your chest. “Sometimes it feels like I can hardly do anything else besides love you.”

Hermione's expression visibly softens at your admittance, she leans in to kiss you again, you gladly welcome the sensation of her tongue entering your mouth.

“You make me feel things that I don't even understand sometimes.. but I just know that, I seem to never want to be away from you.”

Hermione utters after separating her lips from your own, her hand moves to the nape of your neck, and the other runs through your hair.

“I feel the same.” You state, placing a chaste kiss against her cheek.

“So let us never part, my love.”

#hermione granger imagine #hermione x reader #slytherin au #hermione granger #hermione granger x reader

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dragon-ascent · 2 years ago

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Why You Mustn’t Resonate with Other Elements: Exhibit A

You resonate with elements other than Geo and Zhongli is…not too happy about that.

★彡Majorly fluff but heavily implied spice at the end

Zhongli takes pride in the fact that his lover is a traveler. Not just any ordinary traveler, but one who can traverse the many terrains of Teyvat with immense skill and poise. He often enjoys accompanying you on these adventures, and on times he cannot, he eagerly awaits your return, each smile of yours bringing along with it some fabulous treasures that generally cannot be fathomed by regular adventure-seekers.

Above all, though, he holds in high regard the fact that you can seamlessly transition between elements depending on the Statue of the Seven you resonate with, even without a Vision - of course, you’ve been a Geo user ever since marrying Zhongli and settling down with him. At this point, the golden element is practically a part of you, just as your heart and soul is.

This evening, his heart is filled to the brim with love and anticipation, as today is the day you return from a desert expedition in the far western reaches of Sumeru. Normally a patient man, he finds himself ever so slightly giddy with excitement, chancing a look outside the window every minute as the day creeps toward evening. Finally, he sees you, and without a moment’s hesitation he goes outside to give you an affectionate welcome. Beaming, he holds his arms out to you, ready to embrace you as you inevitably barrel into him as your form of hello, when his smile falters just the tiniest smidge.

The gilded sheen that used to adorn your clothing is now a bright green.

You’ve resonated with Dendro.

*****

Obviously, Zhongli doesn’t bring it up right when he welcomes you back. No, he waits until later that night, after you’ve finished telling him stories of the trials, friendships and betrayals you’ve faced, coming out unscathed as usual. He is patient, so he only brings it up after dinner, casually, nonchalantly.

“So, you’ve never told me about the drastic change in yourself in your letters to me,” he starts, watching you from where he stands as you sit on the couch cuddling a cushion.

Tilting your head, you answer, “Is it my hair? Has it gotten a little longer? Maybe I should cut it.”

With a sigh only he can hear, he strides forward and takes your chin gently. “I want to know why you have changed your element.”

You blink. “Oh! Well, I had to deal with some ancient Dendro totems that needed rejuvenating, hehe.” You smile up at him, but he’s still frowning slightly.

“That is all well and good, dearest, but when dealing with other elements, you generally like to switch back to Geo when all is done, yes?”

“Well...” You shrug. “I like Dendro. I think I’ll stick to it!”

A small huff escapes Zhongli’s lips. “Why not Geo?”

You giggle. “Zhongli, are you jealous?”

“I am not.”

“You are!”

“I am most decidedly not.” He turns away from you, the tiniest blush blossoming on his face.

You snicker, getting off the couch and hugging him from behind. “To think Rex Lapis would be jealous...my, I’m really flattered!”

“Hm.”

“This is the best reaction I’ve ever seen in my life! I knew resonating with Dendro was the right idea! You’re such a cutie, Zhong!”

A pause, followed by another sigh. “So, you got what you wanted. I take it you will change back to Geo now?”

You smile and peck his cheek, dancing over to his front view. “No, I don’t think I will.”

Now that you’re standing in front of him, you get a good view of his gleaming amber eyes, swirling with a kind of tempered desire only Zhongli himself would be able to rein in.

And rein he doesn’t, for the very next moment he’s holding you in his arms, a passionate kiss sealing your lips. Your eyes at first widen with surprise, but then flutter closed as you melt into his addictive touch, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulls you closer.

“Zhong-ah!” He bites your lower lip and pushes his tongue into your mouth, ravenously questing for that which he desires. As he does so, he pushes you against the wall, caging you in. Your heart pounds with love and lust, giving yourself to his own burning feelings.

But when he pulls away finally, it is evident he’s nowhere near done. As you catch your breath, he bites your neck, his hand roaming down your side and settling at the curve of your hip, squeezing ever so lightly. “It seems I need to give you a reminder.”

“H-huh?” Your mind is a blur of bliss, every bite and kiss of his pulling you deeper into the haze. It is only when his hand glows a bright gold that you are brought back to the surface, albeit only temporarily as you gauge the look on your lover’s face.

Zhongli’s eyes, normally a mellow amber, are now carnally golden, a promise - no, a contract - of what’s to come.

“The versatility of Geo lies in its ability to create the most beautiful constructs.” Saying this, he conjures up…a pair of jade handcuffs, glimmering innocuously in the dusk light. You stare at it, dumbstruck. He quirks an eyebrow, amused by your reaction as he kisses you once more. “Allow me to remind you of this, properly and thoroughly.”

#genshin impact #zhongli #zhongli x reader #genshin #genshin x reader #sini writes #zhongli x you #fluff #traveler

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witchofthesouls · 4 months ago

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I am haunted by Miko/Tarn.

I have a very specific AU for this pairing. A combination between that soulmate ask and this Other ask where the kids are dealing with post everything, including their heritage.

The Primal Artifact is Quintus' Emberstone that cyberformed the young adult trio into full-framed Cybertronians.

Each of them eerie in their own way...

Jack is definitely something bird-related. Dark frame and dark wings, glossy raven-black, a face as pale as a moon, and blue optics with a grey cast. Has an armored coat.

Raf has his draconian heritage on display. Bulky and overlapping segments of plating. He's sharp. Angles and spikes on his broad frame. More reptilian features.

Miko is a War-Forged Seeker. She's not a small nor sleek femme. Way too much teeth with optics that remind her of her yōkai ancestress.

Because Miko's bloodlust and frenzied states grew exponentially with her new form that actually began to turn her into a liability on the field. Ratchet can't keep up with her brute force and savage style, so-

Here comes June Darby, who makes a deal with Soundwave inside the Shadowzone.

Who better to help a War-Forged Seeker who was once a human with seablood than the very mech that tied with the Champion of Kaon.

The Nakadai family still have cultural practices and beliefs that stem from the sea. Unlike the red string of fate, they have something that's considered far more intimate.

Soulsong or Dreamsong. A harmony from another that is compatible with your very essence.

Miko has one. She dreamt of it. Over and over. It was one of the first things she learned how to play on piano.

The Empyrean Suite.

Of course, the Decepticon Justice Division makes it way to Earth. Not only is it the last stand of High Command, but Tarn can actually get a proper location of his fated bondmate. What was once a whisper to muffled broken note is now a blazing presence.

The vibe I'm going for is that Meg Boggs meme:

Miko: "I don't want to be strong like man who look ✨️ pretty ✨️. I want to be strong like bitch that fights bears in the forest!"

Tarn: "She's thinks I'm pretty."

______

Miko's increasingly worrisome measures to put Tarn off, including playing more into her more ghastly yōkai traits, but it just endears him even more because he's an obsessive freak.

Tarn: "She's beauty. She's grace. She will rearrange a face."

(Everyone else watching Miko rip apart a carcass with her jaw strength and many serrated teeth, trying to be as gross and gorey as possible.)

Jack and Raf: What a fucking simp!

______

Soundwave's and Ratchet's attempts to stay busy and disappearing acts because Miko wants to shake them down on what's sexy versus hideous to their species.

Ratchet is a Medical-caste (middle-to-upper) Autobot has no idea how to help her, an ex-human turned morbid Seeker femme. Not with the backward 'con culture of territoriality and savagery, but he doesn't want to be the one who breaks it to Miko that fated bondmates and Resonants are a huge cultural phenomena across Cybertron.

Soundwave has been a major pillar of the Decepticon movement and complied Tarn's dossier, including his neuroses... Soundwave doesn't need telepathy to know it's a lost cause because Tarn gets interested, he becomes obsessed.

______

Running joke that Tarn finally got pegged, and it's by a wild animal. A magic, demon fish. Not Megatron.

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pasukiyo · 2 years ago

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Hi! I'm in love with your work and I'm not sure if you take requests but I read the new story with Tom Riddle and I fall in love. Could you write something with Warren Collins together with a Slytherin Reader (or a house that you want if you don't want Slytherin). The plot/scenario could be Slytherin Reader being part of Tom "friends" and it comes out during one of their common room meetings that she was going fast with Warren and Tom didn't know that she was with someone and you can decide how it goes on.

If you don't want to write it, it's oki.

I really love you stories! Have a good day/night 🥰

Also sorry for my bad English.

-🫐

𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 | tom riddle

tom riddle x f!slytherin reader 5,139 words warnings: smut including fingering, slight degradation, tom being manipulative, semi-public sex, cheating notes: warren collins is my own original character :) summary: why couldn’t you just forget about tom? you had the perfect boy in warren collins— he adored you, he was popular, and good at quidditch. tom never so much as cared to ask how your day was. so why can’t you get enough of him?

“So, when my father saw how easily I could catch grapes in the air, he was convinced I’d make a great Seeker,” Warren chuckled as they entered the Hogwarts Grounds, and she smiled. “Well, I suppose he was right,” she giggled. “It’s nice that your father is so encouraging.”

Warren ran his fingers through his wavy yet well-groomed raven black hair, the smile on his full, pink lips widening. “Yes, it is nice. Although, he could be awfully irritating at times,” he sighed. “Used to make me practice every morning before breakfast for hours. Then, he’d make me practice after hours too. I guess it paid off though,” he shrugged and she pursed her lips. “Well, don’t tell any of the other Slytherins— especially Neil Lament— but I, for one, think that you’re the best Seeker at Hogwarts. Although, I’m sure most students would be inclined to agree.”

Blood rushed to the pale skin of Warren’s cheeks, giving him a warm scarlet glow. He tittered as he kicked rocks on the ground below, staring at his feet. “Your secret is safe with me,” he chuckled. “But, think you ought to know… it feels good knowing you think so highly of me,” he leaned closer to her to whisper the last part, and she, too, flushed, giggling and pushing him away by the chest as they entered the castle.

“Well, I best get to the common room and meet up with Weasley and the others before they start searching the castle up and down for me,” Warren said as he turned towards her, and she clasped her hands together, letting them hang in front of her. “Oh no, we wouldn’t want that,” she giggled, and he laughed along.

“So, are you coming to the Quidditch match tomorrow?” He asked, and she smiled and nodded, her teeth sinking down into her bottom lip. “Of course. How could I miss seeing you play against my own House?” She teased and he chuckled down at her again, stepping closer. “I hope you won’t hate me too much when we beat your House, then,” he murmured, one of his dark, angular eyes winking. She, too, stepped closer, and she glanced down at his lips, as he did the same to hers. “Well, between you and me…” she rolled onto the tips of her toes so that her lips were beside his ear. “I think we’ll both know who I’ll be cheering for.”

She leaned back just in time as the scarlet in his cheeks morphed to a maroon, and he couldn’t help but laugh, leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek. “Merlin, what will I do with you?” He asked teasingly as he backed away, and she smiled. “I’ll leave that up for you to decide!” She chuckled and he turned around dramatically, and she watched as he strode away, peering over his shoulder to smile one last time at her before disappearing down the hall.

She sighed as she made her way to the Grand Staircase and down to the dungeons where the entrance to the Slytherin common room was, her heart thudding against her chest as she slipped through the entrance. And she could feel her beating heart sink when she gazed up at who was there waiting for her.

“You’re late,” Tom Riddle said, and she flushed beneath his gaze, tucking her hair behind her ear and scurrying to the seat across from him. Avery and Lestrange smirked at her from beside Tom, and she narrowed her eyes at them. “Sorry I’m late,” she apologized, turning back towards Tom. “I was— I was with a friend.”

Avery raised his eyebrows at this, “a friend, you say?” She blinked over at him, and from the corner of her eye, she could see Tom raise his own eyebrow at the boy beside him. “Yes. A friend,” she replied, her glare darkening. “What friend?” Tom asked, and Lestrange laughed, leaning back into his seat and crossing his right leg over his left. She flushed at this and shifted in her seat, her gaze cowering to the floor.

“She means that Gryffindor boy, Warren Collins,” Lestrange snickered, and Avery sniggered too. Tom narrowed his eyes at this, snapping his head towards where she sat across from him. She felt small beneath his gaze, but when she looked up, she couldn’t seem to look away.

She hated how dark his eyes were, and how she noticed it. She hated that they seemed to draw her in as if they were black holes, and she was sinking deeper and deeper until she was lost. She hated the effect that Tom Riddle had on her, how after all this time, her heart still ached for him. It wasn’t fair— she was certain that Tom didn’t care for her, she’s known him since her first year, and now that they were nearing their end at Hogwarts, she loathed that she at times still wanted him to make a move on her.

She hated that her heart still burned and yearned for him, that after all her effort to forget about him, she still loved him. It wasn’t fair to Warren now that she’s drawn him in either, but it wasn’t that she didn’t like Warren. She’d admit that the warmth in his dark, angular eyes made her weak-kneed and that she quite enjoyed listening to all of his stories, and that he certainly was a sight to see whilst playing Quidditch.

But she knew she could never fully give herself to Warren— her love, she meant. Not when her heart was still in the clutches of Tom Riddle, not when he had been etched so deep inside of her that she hardly had the strength to let go.

“Warren Collins?” Tom repeated, grimacing as if his name tasted bitter on his tongue. “The Seeker on the Gryffindor team?”

“Yes, that’s the one,” Avery nodded. “Always been a bit of a twat, hasn’t he?”

“He and that Weasley bloke,” Lestrange grumbled. “Tell me. Is Warren even pure-blood? It’d sure explain a lot if he was a no good mudblood. Or even a blood traitor.” She flushed at this— she always hated this pure-blood, half-blood, muggle-born talk. She could never admit it, for she’d be chastised to no end, so she’d always kept her mouth shut. “Yes,” she answered through gritted teeth. “He’s pure-blood.”

“Phew. Well, that at least is a relief,” Avery snickered, and Lestrange joined in. But it was Tom she was looking at still— and Tom wasn’t laughing.

“Why were you with Warren Collins?” Tom questioned, and shifted in her seat, fiddling with her fingers in her lap.

“Haven’t you heard?” Avery asked. “She and Warren Collins are seeing each other. Have been for weeks.”

“Yeah. Think I heard from Parsley that they were snogging in Madam Pudifoot’s,” Lestrange added.

Tom clenched his jaw shut tight, and she thought she could melt into a puddle right then and there beneath his dark gaze. A silence ensued between the two of them, and neither cared to listen to whatever Avery and Lestrange were speaking about. She dared meet Tom’s eyes, and she suppressed the urge to shudder.

“Avery. Lestrange. Go to the dorm,” Tom said, and when the two boys began to protest, he snapped his head towards them and gave them the same look he’d given her. Needless to say, Avery and Lestrange didn’t dare say anything more before scurrying towards the boys’ dormitory.

Once they were gone, the fact that she was now alone with Tom Riddle in the common room itched at her brain, making her skin prickle. She began to tap her heels against the ground, every once in a while daring to glimpse up at him. He said nothing for a moment, for another moment, and another until the silence became deafening, like a thick, suffocating blanket. She could hardly breathe, the longer he kept her waiting in anticipation.

“So, this… Warren Collins… is the reason you’ve been late to all our meetings lately?” He asked, and she swore she felt her stomach do somersaults. She didn’t dare reply, didn’t even give him a nod. She knew this would only anger Tom further— and it did— but she had no idea what to say. “I’d say it’d do you well to answer me,” Tom added through gritted teeth, and she flinched at his tone.

Damn him.

“Forgive me, Tom,” she said carefully. “I really hadn’t meant to be late. I was… I was just— caught up and—“

“Caught up?” Tom interrupted, the wrinkle in his brow deepening. “It seems you’ve been a little more than caught up, if you ask me.”

Although she knew it would be better to fight against it, she couldn’t help but feel the kindling of her own fire of anger surge through her veins, and she rolled her fingers into her palm to form fists. They shook like little balls of anger, her fingernails burrowing into her robes. Tom seemed to have noticed this little change in her demeanor, the corner of his lips quirking up into the smallest of smirks, as if daring her to speak against him.

Damn him again.

“Honestly Tom, I don’t really see why you’re so upset,” she said almost coolly, and Tom tilted his head.

“Who said I was upset?” He asked, and she clenched her jaw. “I’m simply wondering where your priorities lie. You gave me an oath, a promise, and I expect you to uphold your end of the bargain, which includes being here on time when I ask you to.”

She blinked and for a brief moment, her gaze faltered. But she had already begun, and at this point, all of her frustrations from Tom not noticing her, not taking a chance on her, not wanting her were starting to ball in her chest, like a huge wad of rubber bands. One more rubber band added and she’d snap.

“Has the thought ever crossed your mind that I could have my own life?” She spoke through gritted teeth. “I’m not your little minion like Avery and Lestrange. I’ve followed you thus far Tom, and I admit, I do owe a lot to you. You were the first one to accept me and welcome me when I first came to Hogwarts. But I’m afraid I cannot be a follower anymore if it prevents me from living my own life.”

She was surprised at herself. She’d never really even thought of defying Tom before, and to actually say all of this out loud to him without stuttering once— she’d admit, she felt powerful.

But all of that power came crashing down the second Tom’s dark gaze deepened, his lids hooded over his eyes seemingly casting a shadow on his face. He looked nefarious.

The lump at the base of her throat felt a hundred pounds heavier than it was before, and once again, she found it difficult to breathe, as if Tom himself had reached into her chest and was squeezing the air out of her lungs. And even then, she found it difficult to stop feeling attracted towards him, and if anything, it only made him even more hypnotic.

This love inside her for him, dark and twisted as it was, only continued to blossom, her love for him like a virus infiltrating her cells, capturing her mind and heart and holding them in its possession. She knew then and there that every word she said that she thought held confidence were nothing but fruitless, every single syllable meaningless. Tom Riddle was like poison disguised as wine— no matter how hard she tried to resist, she would never be able to stop drinking.

That’s what made this love for him so dangerous. Her love for Tom held no boundaries, no doors or walls or barriers to keep it at bay. Sometimes, she wondered if Tom himself knew that.

“Fine then,” Tom spat, his voice laced with venom that seared her skin, “nothing is stopping you from leaving. Nothing is stopping you from living this own life of yours.” Tom leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, and her breath hitched in her throat as he drew nearer, hunching forward until they were eye to eye. “But I must remind you that nobody knows you better than I do,” he muttered lowly. “Nobody in this entire castle can read you like the back of their own hand like I can. Not even this Warren Collins of yours.”

She could feel her entire body quake at his words, and she pressed her lips together tighter than before, feeling them quiver. The quirk in Tom’s lips twitched before disappearing altogether, his expression blank as per usual as he pushed himself out of his seat, making his way over to the entrance to the boys’ dormitories.

“I suppose this is where we say goodbye,” Tom said, peering over his shoulder to where she still sat, shuddering on the sofa. She trembled— she knew that this was his way of foreshadowing that this would in fact not be the last they’ll see of each other.

She was grateful for Warren Collins the following morning at breakfast, for the second she entered the Great Hall, he had noticed her and waved her over towards the Gryffindor table. She glanced over to the Slytherin table where Tom, Avery, and Lestrange sat together, the latter two of the three glaring daggers her way when they spotted her.

Tom didn’t even spare her a glance.

She turned away and bounded towards the Gryffindor table, cautiously setting herself down on the bench beside Warren, painfully aware of the glances she was receiving from the other Gryffindors.

“So it’s official then?” Weasley, one of Warren’s best friends, asked through a mouthful of biscuits where he sat across the table from them. She pressed her hands together and squeezed them between her thighs, peering over at Warren as he smiled down at her before turning back to Weasley, resting his elbows against the table and shrugging as he took a bite of his piece of bacon. “Dunno what you’re asking, Weasley,” Warren chuckled. “We’ve just been having a good time together.”

Weasley and the boy beside him whom she didn’t recognize each grimaced at this, crumbs of biscuit tumbling from the side of Weasley’s mouth at this. The boy beside him with untidy dirty blonde hair slowed his chewing and contemplated spitting his food out altogether.

“Gross,” the boy uttered, and Warren threw his head back in laughter, leaning into her which she took as her queue to giggle. “It’s nothing like that,” Warren shook his head, his friends furrowing their eyebrows. “‘Nothing like that?’” Weasley repeated. “Word is the two of you have been spotted snogging at Madam Pudifoot’s. How can I believe that it’s ‘nothing like that?’”

Warren laughed again, but everything sounded like an echo as she toyed with the piece of toast on her plate. Her mind was still full of everything that had happened the night before in the Slytherin common room, her head racing with repeats of everything Tom had said.

“Nobody in this entire castle can read you like the back of their own hand like I can. Not even this Warren Collins of yours.”

If she hadn't known any better, she would say that Tom was jealous. But it was Tom she was talking about— the boy who would say whatever one would like to hear just so he could get his way. Perhaps he was aware of this sick and twisted love she had for him, maybe he was taking full advantage of it to use against her to make her do whatever he pleased.

Why did the thought almost seem thrilling to her?

Damn him once again.

“Hey,” Warren muttered close to her ear, and she turned to face him, his eyebrows knit in concern. “Are you alright? You were spacing out there for a moment.”

Her heart ached. Here she was, sitting next to a kind and genuine boy who really liked her, and all she could think about was Tom, who was anything but. And she knew that she liked Warren too, but she hated that she could never love him the way she loved Tom. She could try though, she could try to love him just the same.

She did her best to give him an assuring smile, “yes, I’m sorry,” she shook her head. “I just… I didn’t get much sleep last night. Am just a little tired, that’s all.”

The furrow in his brow only deepened and he reached up to the frown of her head, wiping loose strands of hair away from her face and behind her ear. She could feel heat creep up to her cheeks when he did, and she watched as his full, pink lips curved into a soft smile.

“Promise you’ll try and get some rest later?” He asked. “Would hate to see you get exhausted and overwork yourself.” He leaned in closer, his breath hot as it fanned over her face. “Although, I must say… you still look as beautiful as ever today.”

Damn Warren Collins. Damn him for being so sweet.

She blinked down at her lap and gave him a small nod. “Yes. Of course.”

Warren’s smile widened more to reveal his pearly whites, and he licked his thumb before pressing his palms against the top of the table, pushing himself out of his seat. “Well good, because you wouldn’t want to miss the Quidditch match of the year!” He exclaimed as Weasley, the boy with dirty blonde hair, and a few other Gryffindors joined his cheering. “We have to get ready for the match,” Warren said down to her, leaning down to press a kiss to her temple. “I’ll be looking for you in the stands.”

She smiled, and with that, he was off, laughing with the Gryffindor Quidditch team as they exited the Great Hall, and it was then that it occurred to her that she was the only Slytherin at the Gryffindor table. She couldn’t help but notice the way some of the other Gryffindors gave her sideways glances, and she took one more bite of toast before she, too, stood from her seat, not daring to look even once in the direction of her House table as she left the Great Hall.

Despite all of her mulling over what Tom had said the previous night, she thought she could at least find solace in the fact that in all her time at Hogwarts, she hadn’t seen Tom attend one Quidditch match. She felt relieved and found some comfort in hoping that she wouldn’t have to run into him there, and as she reached the top of the steps of one of the Slytherin stands and didn’t see him at all amongst the crowd, she felt a weight being lifted from her chest.

She found her seat in the second to last row besides two gossiping fourth year girls, a small smile creeping up onto her face as she gazed down at the Quidditch pitch below.

“Well, I heard from Laurie Gale that Robert Thompson was seen holding hands with Katherine Canton, you know, that girl that looks like a dugbog? And that they were—“

That was about as much of the fourth year girls’ conversation she could hear before the crowd erupted into applause as the two Quidditch teams entered the pitch, and she was quick to find Warren Collins’ wavy raven black hair at the front of the Gryffindor team, right beside the team’s Captain.

“Oh!” One of the fourth year girls beside her squealed. “That Neil Lament is quite dreamy, isn’t he?”

She grimaced at this as she glanced over at Slytherin’s Captain and Seeker, Neil Lament. She supposed that some people were nothing if not for their poor accounting in taste.

She watched as the two Captains shook hands, and with the whistle, both teams were off. She kept her attention on Warren as he soared through the air, shouting things over to Weasley and one of the girls on the Gryffindor team. She found it somewhat relaxing to watch Warren as he flew across the pitch, searching for the Snitch. Neither Avery, Lestrange, or Tom were here, and at the very least, she could get her mind off of things and just focus on Warren.

Warren stopped just before the Slytherin stand she sat in, his eyes searching the bleachers before finally falling upon her. His eyes crinkled as he smiled, giving her a wink and a salute before he was off again, in search of the Snitch.

She couldn’t help but flush as heads turned her way.

“Quite the charmer that Collins is, isn’t he?”

Her face fell the moment she heard it, and she felt sick to her stomach. Slowly, she turned to her left where none other than Tom Riddle sat, the Head Boy badge on his chest gleaming brilliantly in the sunlight. The corner of his lips quirked in that damned smirk of his as her own lips fell agape, all sounds hitching at her throat.

He raised an eyebrow, “surprised to see me?”

Surprised, she thought, was an understatement.

“Since… since when do you come to Quidditch matches?” She managed to ask, and he shrugged, turning to gaze over the Quidditch pitch. “Never been too fond of Quidditch,” he sighed. “I thought it was such a waste of time. Why watch a bunch of fools fly around on broomsticks when you could be doing so much more with your time instead?”

She blinked and turned away from him, watching as Neil Lament shoved himself into Warren’s side, most likely in intent to throw him off his broom.

“But, seeing as your new little boyfriend is Gryffindor’s hotshot…” Tom shrugged. “…just thought I’d come out and see for myself.”

She gulped down the vileness in her throat, her own saliva tasting like bile. Everything she had hoped for before— to forget about Tom, to try and give herself to Warren the way she always knew she’d be willing to give herself to Tom— all of it was dangerously close to being gone.

And it was all because Tom Riddle decided to show up.

“Why.. why can’t you just leave me be?” She asked, feeling her voice as it broke in the end. Tom turned back to face her, his eyelids once again hooded over his dark eyes, casting a shadow over his face.

“Why?” He repeated. She waited for him to continue. “Why… I told you already that no one can read you like the back of their hand like I can.” He looked up just as Warren and Neil flew over their heads, pointing up at the Gryffindor boy. “That boy will never understand you the way I do.”

She scrunched her face in a scowl, “how do you know that?” She questioned. Tom smirked again and leaned in close until their noses were almost touching, and in a low murmur, he said, “because no one knows all the things you’ve done like I do.”

Her bones rattled and quake in his words’ wake, and seemingly satisfied, Tom leaned away and arose from his seat, making his way back down the stands. She blinked after him.

And followed him.

And that was what made her love for him so dangerous. That he could belittle her and manipulate her in whatever way he pleased, and she’d still come crawling back to him like a kicked puppy. She had really the perfect boy worshiping the ground she walked on— Warren Collins, star Seeker of the Gryffindor team, with a promising future— and still, she couldn’t quite seem to get enough of Tom Riddle.

Tom Riddle was an enigma, a strange, dark, and twisted enigma. But he was beautiful all the same, alluring even. Sometimes she wondered if he had put her under the Imperius Curse, with how many times a day she thought of him, with how much she wanted him.

When she finally caught up with Tom, he turned as she touched his arm the moment they had reached the bottom of the stairs. She said nothing, only stared into his eyes, letting herself sink further and further down into the dark and treacherous depths of his soul.

Tom smiled.

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist,” he muttered, grabbing her wrist and leading her underneath the Slytherin stands which groaned and creaked above them from the weight of the amount of people on the top of it. They were protected by the green banners on all four sides, as if they veiled away the rest of the world, leaving no one but the two of them.

Tom locked his fingers with hers and pushed her against one of the wooden beams, raising her hand above her head and holding it there against the pole. She gasped as he pressed his body against hers, his breath hot as it fanned her face. He was taller than her, towered over her even, and it only made her feel even smaller the way he looked at her.

“Didn’t think I’d notice the way you’ve stared at me ever since the day we met?” He asked, his other hand feeling down the side of her robes, and she shuddered beneath his touch. “You were just a scared little first year then. At first, I wondered why the Sorting Hat even bothered putting a weakling like you in Slytherin.”

She squinted and whimpered as he forced his knee between her legs, feeling the pressure against her clothed sex. It throbbed against him, heat engulfing her in flames in embarrassment. The crowd cheered above them as the announcer’s voice boomed that Slytherin had scored another ten points.

“But, I must say… you’ve proven yourself,” he muttered as his fingers crept their way to the hem of her skirt, slithering their way down past the waistband of both it and her underwear like a snake. Her lips fell agape and she gasped when the pad of his middle finger just barely grazed her clit. “In fact, I trust you more than both Avery and Lestrange combined.”

His fingers ventured further down her slit until they reached her entrance, and he carefully teased it, her head throwing itself back against the wooden beam behind her. Tom’s chuckle came out as more of a breath as he removed his fingers from her entrance to slide them back up, up, up until they reached her clit yet again as it throbbed for him, aching to be touched. She could hear how wet she was even over all of the noise above them.

“But look at you now,” he uttered as he traced circles over the sensitive bud, a long, drawn out mewl emitting from her lips. “The girlfriend of Warren Collins, letting the Head Boy touch her like a whore.”

She pressed her lips together and reached up to his bicep with her hand not being held back by Tom, squeezing his arm. “T…Tom…” she gasped when he applied just a little more pressure, making all the more difference. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip and pinched it so hard, she feared she’d draw blood.

“You just can’t resist, can you?” He asked, nuzzling his nose against hers before his lips grazed over her ear. “You love me… don’t you?” He whispered beside her ear and she moaned when he added another finger to the mix, applying even more pressure than before. “You’ve always thought about me like this, about me pleasuring you, about me fucking you, haven’t you?”

He dropped his forehead onto hers as he rubbed at her clit harder before stopping his movements altogether to instead run his digits back down her slit, down, down until they reached her entrance. At once, he dipped two fingers into her, and she arched her back and cried out, searching for his lips. She wanted to kiss him, she wanted to kiss him so badly.

Tom only chuckled and turned his head away, resting the side of his face on her forehead. “You‘ve thought about me fingering you like this,” he muttered close to her ear. “You’ve thought about me doing all these filthy things to you, about me kissing you, about me holding your hand, about me loving you.”

Her knees began to wobble as he pried his fingers apart inside of her in scissoring movements, reaching places so deep inside of her that not even she had reached with her own digits. “T…Tom,” she mewled again, and he laughed.

“You must really love me then, huh?” He whispered as he picked up his pace, the tips of his fingers hitting that spongy spot inside of her, and her chest heaved and her breath quickened and her back arched and her fingernails buried themselves into the shoulder of his robe and her other hand struggled against his and—

—oh, she was close. She was so close, she could feel her end just as it almost began. Tom could feel it too, and he picked up the pace again, practically slamming his fingers inside of her, as if he were digging her orgasm right out of her.

“Warren Collins has caught the Golden Snitch! Warren Collins earns Gryffindor another one hundred and fifty points, ending the game with Gryffindor with 230 points and Slytherin with 190! Gryffindor wins!”

Applause roared from above just as her body began to spasm and she just about hit her climax, her arm not locked above her head clinging onto Tom for dear. He leaned in and dropped his forehead to hers, gazing deep into her eyes, and she stared back.

“Come for me. Come all over my fingers while your boyfriend celebrates.”

She hated that his words turned her on even more. She obliged, her fingernails almost tearing the fabric of Tom’s robes as she came, her juices spilling down Tom’s fingers where he kept them still nestled deep inside of her. Her nectar created a pool in her underwear when Tom finally slipped his fingers out of her, her underwear snapping shut against her aching clit when he retracted his hand, and she whimpered from the friction.

Her chest heaved as she chased air back into her lungs and watched as Tom brought his fingers to his mouth, still maintaining eye contact as he sucked on his digits, licking them of her release. She whimpered as she watched him, and when he removed his fingers from his mouth, he smiled.

“Do try to make yourself look presentable,” he said as he dusted off his robes, turning to leave. He peered at her from over his shoulder, “your boyfriend is waiting.”

a/n; thank you so much for the request anon! i’m glad you requested for warren collins to be included, he was fun to come up with in call me by my name but he was so fun to write in this one! i’m honestly proud of how i wrote here which doesn’t happen a lot but it feels good! i hope you all enjoy! and don’t hesitate to send in any requests you may have! refer to my pinned post where you can view the list of characters i write for! feel free to join my taglist as well!

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