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[accio-victuuri]

wang yibo @ vogue forces of fashion catwalk 🫶🏼

[hp-fanfic-archive]

Can you please provide masterlist of severitus fics?? I am trying hard to find all but they are tagged differently on A03..

Providing a true masterlist would probably exceed whatever character limit tumblr posts have. I’ve read,,, a lot of them. What I can do is direct you toward the severitus tag on this blog. That tag includes fics as well as art that I have posted or reblogged recommendations for.

If you’re looking for a true “list” I can suggest my google sheets of hp fanfic recs and my hp to-read spreadsheet from my personal blog. They’re pretty well organized, but the rec sheet is going to pretty much reflect everything that is on my blog, and the to-read list is going to have fics I collected to read later but haven’t gotten to yet (and for that reason they usually lack warnings or other content filters because I spent a LOT of time combing the internet to put that list together but have not made much of a dent in it yet). They’re organized with different pages for different romantic and platonic pairings, and have most of the same information that goes into a rec on this blog (fic name, title, summary, link, pertinent tags, etc.). The major caveat for those lists is this: I have not updated them since 2020 because I started this blog. So there are more recs on this blog than in my rec spreadsheet. However, the spreadsheet is as close to a true “masterlist” as I have.

[danthropologie]

happy birthdayyyyy 🍯🦡🤠🏎️♥️!!!

thank you jenna!!! 💕💖🥰

[lenoraslament]

Tom Riddle x Y/N

Hot Mess Part 2

Humor/smut/angst 2.2k words

Tom leaves you at the party, but he isn’t going to leave you wanting more for long. Still mad about you beating him at a duel, the prince of darkness just can’t leave you alone.

Warnings: smut, spanking, teasing, degradation.

Read Part 1 here.

You watched Tom disappear around the corner, and for a moment a rogue thought appeared in your head

Stop Him

Time slipped away as quickly as he had. You were dancing alone for so long.

The bass pounding only disoriented you more. Too many drinks, too much to smoke.

But you didn’t. You leaned your head back as you swayed to the ever present beat of the music. You felt a hand snake around your waist from behind and pull you in. Enzo? Theo? No, if was unfamiliar with a pair of lips that started kissing your neck.

You took a sharp breath in and realized familiar cologne was pouring over you. Teeth softly met your shoulder blade and began to nip at the spot that made your eyes roll back. Your lips part into a gasp as the hand traces along the line of your hips, dipping down to stroke your thighs.

“The whole wizarding race depends on us ,”you hear his voice teasing you.

“Hello Satan,” you slur out in response,”what happened to the girl you were with? Did she take one look at your little basilisk and die of disappointment?”

You’re about to laugh at your own joke but his hand comes down smacking you firmly on your left asscheek. You let out a strangled moan.

“You are so tawdry Y/N, you know that?” He growled in your ear.

“Maybe you should be reading up on Legilimens instead of studying the thesaurus” you tease but his hand comes down on you hard again making a gaspy scream escape your smart mouth.

“Do you ever shut up, you whore?” He asked, one hand has a vice grip on your hip bone the other one drawn back ready to meet your quip. His hips are pushing into your back

You lean your head back so it rests on his chest, looking up at him daringly.

“Not unless you make me”’you say giggling. This time he doesn’t spank you, he only tightens the hold on your hips.

“Come with me. Now.”he said whirling you away before you argue.

He whisked you down the hall, his hand intertwined in yours. You stumble after him taking in his dark hair, his broad shoulders, the musculature of his arms. Every substance you stockpiled in your system seems to fuel the burning heat of arousal coursing through you,

He unlocks the door to his private headboy dorm, before you can register the change in atmosphere he’s pushing you against the closed door.

One hand in his waist and the has a tight grip on your jaw. His eyes burn fire into yours, heavy with need. Tom’s lips part and inch closer to yours.

Your eyes flutter closed and you breath in the anticipation.

“How did you do it?” His low grumbly voice surprises you.

Your eyes snap open,” what?” You look at him honestly confused,”do… do what?”

“Beat me at the duel?” He growls.

Your mouth drops open into a scoff and you shove his chest away as roughly as you can,

“Seriously!?” You yell,”you’re asking me about the fucking duel!?”

Tom narrows his eyes as he uses his hands to push your hips back into the door. He crushed his lips into your neck, nuzzling and biting as he groped you

“How!?” He lets out a frustrated groan into your neck

“Oh and you’re going to fuck the answer out of me!?” You cry out and shove him again,”just get off of me Riddle for the love of Merlin!”.

He pulls away and picks his hands up, not because he wants to stop but because you’re screaming too loudly. He doesn’t want anyone to hear.

“Get out” he snaps and you gladly open the door behind you and stomp down the hall.

Someone has laid an anchor on your head and a snake in your belly. Those are the thoughts that come to you as you sit up the next day at nearly 1pm.

“Accio water” you mumble and the glass of water on your desk flies towards you. You barely catch it, it lands mostly on your face and lap as you groan. The couple of sips you manage to get feel like rain hitting hot asphalt.

You stumble into the bathroom, garnering a couple of stares from girls who looked fresh and pretty. Pretty girls, who and been up drinking coffee and gallivanting this beautiful Sunday morning. These girls giggle in the library, and share chocolate frogs. These girls never throw up in the shower.

Thank Merlin for magic. You think as you make it disappear with a spell. You’re determined to stand under that shower until the hot water boils off all your sins. Or at least all your thoughts about that dark haired psychopath, who keeps slipping in between the pounding in your head.

You scrub your skin until it shines. You brush your teeth with a vengeance. You put on lotion and perfume, even blow dry your hair. You wear lipgloss and mascara. You’re only 65% sure you’re not dying.

For hours you wander, into the Great Hall, into the Slytherin common room. Mumbling to your friends to shut up. Hiding behind your sunglasses again. But you can’t hide from Tom who lurked in the shadows like a lion hunting his prey.

Tom had been watching you since he saw you stumble into the Great Hall. Your little sundress and sandals, your perfect hair and those giant fucking sunglasses. His eyes wander over your body, your legs, your hips your breasts. He almost had you last night. After you left he was furious, not only because he didn’t get the answers he wanted. He didn’t get you either.

You fluttered around the castle as if the constant movement could hide the pain you were in. He fingered the potion in his pocket, he had brewed early this morning. A hangover potion, trying to decide when to make his move.

Finally you landed in the Slytherin common room, stretching into the couch like a cat. The hem of dress flirting with the top of your thighs. The sight pained him so badly he bit his own lip.

Your head was tipped to the side as you laid on the luxe green couch. He couldn’t tell if you were asleep .Those giant sunglasses he wished he could confringo were covering your eyes too well. He put his tongue in his cheek trying to decide if he should take the chance and Legilimens you or if he should give you the hangover potion.

Of course, he didn’t know that you had been watching him contemplate the two options as he stood over you. You tip your sunglasses down and glare at him.

“Did you ever consider that I beat you at the duel because I’m simply that good.” You say not hiding your annoyance.

Tom nearly jumped when you spoke, his look of surprise quickly turned into a grimace.

“Impossible. You’re a vapid whore” he spat angrily.

You pushed yourself up on your forearms, finally fed up with him.

“And you are a pretentious little know it all, who is not nearly as smart as he thinks he is!”’you rant chest practically heaving in anger,”you’re arrogant, only leaning on your fathers name and status, the dark lord should be ashamed to see you resting on your laurels. I could occlude you in my fucking sleep!” You snap, cheeks flushed in pure rage.

Tom looks peaked by your words. His mouth drops open and closes. He is…impressed. By your anger and confidence. You insulted him the same way you duel, with fire and passion. He says nothing, he only shoved your legs over so he can sit down next to you. You sit up. He takes the small vial of hangover potion out of his pocket and hands it to you.

You give him a side eye, and open to smelling it. You recognize its scent immediately and take it. You play with the empty vial in your hands.

“I still hate you,”you grumble at him.

He looks at you sidelong and pushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear,”I hate you too. Slut.”

“Sociopathic fuck”

“Superficial bitch”

“Brown nosing-“

You get cut off as he grabs your face, he tips your head back softly. Your lips brush against eachother making you gasp as you part them further. Your tongues touch with voltage, they dance against eachother and your eyes nearly roll back. Your arms are around his shoulders as his hands tangle into your hair.

Silence follows you both down the hall. Into his room. Before the door is closed his lips are on your neck, sucking and biting as you make quick work of the buttons on his shirt.

His hands nearly claw up your thighs to take two handfuls of your ass as his lips roughly crash onto yours again. Your teeth scrape together, tongues fighting for dominance. He pulls back panting, taking the straps of your dress and pulling them down your shoulder as you tug his hair needily.

Zip. The sound of his slacks falling in time with your dress. Nearly tripping over his pants, he shoves on the bed. Nothing about your movements are sensual. They are furious with hunger. He bites your neck as you claw his back, your flurry of breaths and whines are silenced as he pulls back.

You lay beneath him as the starkness of both of your expose bodies hits you. He lays kneeled between your legs, one hand gripping your waist. Both of your eyes survey eachother, mouths open in lust.

Finally they draw together, a gaze that only deepens the fire that is threatening to set the bed ablaze. He pushes into you making you gasp and arch your back. His thumb traces over your lip as he moves slowly, teasingly. His eyes never leaving yours.

Drawing breaths and gasps from your mouth as you feel yourself being stretched and released. His hand drops down slowly to wrap around your throat. His deep controlled pace never faltering, you expected fast and hard. Somehow the smooth, painfully slow and measured pace is maddening to you.

Your eyes roll back as you moan loudly, the heat coiling inside you threatening to snap as he draws out your orgasm. His hand squeezes as you scrunch your face, teetering onto the edge of your climax.

Right as the heady feeling rips through your body, he picks up his pace. It earns a breathy scream from your lips, he fucks you right through your peak. Hard. Making you writhe your hips and grasp at the hand still around your throat. White hot pleasure blinding out all of your other senses.

He smirks at you only making your hatred and desire intensify.

“You even fuck like a deranged-“ you start but he cuts you off by flipping you around. His hand clamping against your mouth as he takes you from behind.

“Shut up for the love of-“ he mumbles between thrusts and moans. He bites your shoulder softly as his free hand reaches between your legs to stroke your swollen clit.

You begin to come undone, making his excitement grow. Your legs give out from the intensity, as your stomach hits the bed he continues to fuck you into the mattress, the hand that held your mouth now softly tugging at your hair. He leans closer and you feel his breath tickling your shoulder blade, his moan near your ear nearly has you close again. Is this why all those girls are so obsessed with him? You wonder

“Get off” you mumble suddenly surprising him. He slowly pulls his hips away and you turn to look at him.

“Lay back” you tell him, he only raises his eyebrow in amusement.

“No” he says plainly as he moves to kiss you again.

You draw your lips away and smile, “Lay back or I leave”. He glares at you before letting himself lay back on the bed. You crawl over and straddle him, sinking your hips down onto him slowly as payback. He immediately grips your hips to move you but you surprise him by slapping him across the face softly.

“Patience” you whisper. He can’t help but smirk and loosen his grip. Your hips roll like waves in the ocean, his eyes shut and his head falls back as you ride him with the same intensity as he tortured you with.

“Fuck…” he mutters as you squeeze your kegel muscles and begin to snap your hips forward faster. His fingers dig into your waist as you both pant and moan.

“You really are a good little slut” he mutters and you draw your hand back again to strike but he catches your wrist and pulls you towards him.

You fall forward on his chest and he holds you there; bringing up his hips to take control and fuck you at a faster pace. Another sweet burn makes you whine into his chest as his arms interlock around the small of your back. His movements are getting sloppy and slower and he mumbles your name breathlessly.

“Oh fuck Y/N…oh “

Hearing your name escape his lips, is enough to throw you over the edge as you both buck and gasp into your shared climax.

A chorus of breaths overtake both of you, as you collapse onto him covered in sweat. You feel his arms ease up on you, his hand strokes your back softly. His lips nestling against your forehead.

“I want a rematch” he says as he pants,”to the duel. I need a rematch”.

You roll your eyes as you breathe into his chest.

“You’re impossible.”

Taglist: @abbiesxox

[hollowed-theory-hall]

If the age restriction was done away with, do you think Harry's name would have been picked for the tournament at 14?

Maybe.

Like, how the goblet chooses a champion has nothing to do with age. The age restrictions were added by Dumbledore with his age line. The goblet only cares to pick out the "most worthy" champion:

An impartial judge will decide which students are most worthy to compete for the Triwizard Cup, the glory of their school, and a thousand Galleons personal prize money.

(GoF, ch12)

is a measure we feel is necessary, given that the tournament tasks will still be difficult and dangerous, whatever precautions we take, and it is highly unlikely that students below sixth and seventh year will be able to cope with them. I will personally be ensuring that no underage student hoodwinks our impartial judge into making them Hogwarts champion

(GoF, ch12)

Tomorrow night, Halloween, the goblet will return the names of the three it has judged most worthy to represent their schools.

(GoF, ch16)

"Most worthy to represent the school", now worth could be measured in a bunch of ways, but let's take this quote at face value and assume it means everything. That a champion would be a decent person who is very magically talented. As in, judging on character, intelligence, and magical skill/talent.

At 17, Harry would be picked no questions asked. He's magically capable, he's clever, he's a great guy — he is the perfect champion.

The question is if a 14-year-old Harry would be considered by the goblet more magically skilled and worthy of competing than Cedric. To that, I think the answer is yes too, actually.

Maybe it's because I love Harry a ton and am, therefore, biased, but he can resist the imperius at 14 and cast a patronus at 13. He can cast intuitive magic to rival adults at 14. His accio charm in the first task was incredibly magically impressive. Even if Barty/Moody wasn't helping him, I guarantee Harry could've gotten past the obstacles in the 3rd task as easily as any of the other champions.

Additionally, I think Harry is a nobler person than Cedric. I will remind you Harry chose to tell Cedric about the dragons on his own accord because he wanted things to be fair:

Cedric still didn’t know about the dragons . . . the only champion who didn’t, if Harry was right in thinking that Maxime and Karkaroff would have told Fleur and Krum. . . . [...] “Cedric,” said Harry, “the first task is dragons.” “What?” said Cedric, looking up. “Dragons,” said Harry, speaking quickly, in case Professor Flitwick came out to see where Cedric had got to. “They’ve got four, one for each of us, and we’ve got to get past them.”

(GoF, ch20)

While Cedric Diggory, the poster child for just and fair Hufflepuff house, gives Harry way less helpful information and he does it as a transaction — as returning the favor and not because he thinks it would make things fair:

“Listen . . .” Cedric lowered his voice as Ron disappeared. “I owe you one for telling me about the dragons. You know that golden egg? Does yours wail when you open it?” “Yeah,” said Harry. “Well . . . take a bath, okay?” [...] “Tell you what,” Cedric said, “use the prefects’ bathroom. Fourth door to the left of that statue of Boris the Bewildered on the fifth floor. Password’s ‘pine fresh.’ Gotta go . . .

(GoF, ch23)

Also, there's a reason Harry stays behind in the second task to make sure all the hostages are saved, he's the noblest competitor there. (Maybe because he doesn't care about winning as much as the others, but still).

So, yes, I think, if the age line wasn't there and Harry's name was placed in the goblet, I think he very well could've been chosen by the goblet as a champion. I think he's more than worthy.

[rainbowsky]

Please stop, I beg y'all.

Aaaaarrghhhhh....

I've been seriously considering blocking some Anons, or closing my inbox to Anon asks. I don't like doing that to turtles, but I'm getting past frustrated and feeling drastic about it. A huge percentage of asks I've been getting are from turtles who do not curate their online experience and who constantly bring Twitter drama and anti messages to my doorstep and I'm tired of saying the same things over and over again.

I can't believe the volume of asks I've gotten about this stupid F'n Douban page, which tells me 100% that a decent number of you are not staying in your own lane!! The only people talking about this (fake BS) are antis!! Stay out of solo hashtags on Twitter!! Yes, that includes GG and DD's individual names. BLOCK AND IGNORE.

If you can't curate your online experience, that's your problem. Don't make it mine, or anyone else's on Tumblr.

You know what bugs me the most, is that some of you seem to put a lot more weight to what those antis who are trying to hurt you say than you do to anything me or @accio-victuuri or any of the other turtles who try to help you are saying. Why do you bother asking any of us anything if you're going to ignore the answer?

Look, antis are liars. I've said this a thousand times.

Douban is a USER EDITED site. Don't let yourself be trolled by haters. Stop buying into their narrative. They're trying to spin a negative story for you and you're getting sucked into it, and it's so frustrating.

If people keep writing me about stuff like this I'm going to close my inbox, or else take my own advice and use the block button. Stop hand-wringing about what idiots are saying on Twitter, or if you're going to do it, please don't do it in my inbox.

Focus on GG and DD and their works. Isn't that what we're all here for? Fandom should be fun!

Whatever you focus on, that's what your experience will be. Just remember that. Choose wisely.

For the next couple of weeks no one is allowed to send me negative asks. If you have any happy, positive questions related directly to GG and DD or their works, please feel free to send them in.

[nottswitch]

but daddy, I love him

summary: your choice of a partner doesn't leave your parents satisfied, seeing as it's Sirius Black, an infamous "blood traitor". does anything have the power to convince them? are you even willing to try?

pairing: sirius black x reader

warning: wizarding bigotry, teenage angst, smoking

wc: 3.8k

a/n: the first of the many inspired by taytay's ttpd. "but daddy I love him" is so sirius coded, I had to.

You wanted to love your family so badly, you truly did. Throughout your whole life your parents had been giving you whatever you needed and wanted – they had the money and they had the power to make your life as simple as the Accio spell. But no one ever stopped to think what it really meant to belong to one of the most ancient pureblood families in the Wizarding World. Everybody always saw the benefits: the new shiny textbooks, the perfectly ironed uniform, owls bringing you the most delicious snacks and rare books relating to your latest interests every week, your bed frame in the dorm decorated to the brim. You appreciated being that privileged, you never failed to thank your parents for the way they brought you up. However, you were fiercely shielded from any outside troubles that could possibly hinder your education and your innocence, as they put it. Ultimately, fate decided to perform its finest display of ruthless irony on you, and your parents’ endless disquietude became the very thing that led to the demise of your relationship with them.

You never expected your dating life to be of such interest to your family, simply thanks to the fact that it was never a question. You hadn’t had any serious partners before, partly due to your tender age, partly due to your own indifference to finding a suitable match.

But then Sirius Black asked you out, and your whole world had stars aligned in front of you in heart-shaped constellations; and it came down in shambles at the same time.

“Love, you alright?”

His delicately worried voice pulled you out of the misery that your parents’ letter promptly put you in.

“Uh, yeah, I guess,” you answered, shaking your head to temporarily kick the haunting unpleasantries out of your mind. “It’s just… this.”

You showed Sirius a thick envelope with a gold-encrusted seal, your family crest shining proudly and glaringly in the rays of the first summer sun. He barely glanced at the paper and snatched it from you, carelessly throwing it into the fireplace. You watched the flames hungrily devouring the carefully folded letter but leaving the seal perfectly undamaged. It stared at you like a glowing all-seeing orb, burning through your skull and serving as a reminder that everything you had just read was real and imminent.

“The school’s gotta give you props for all this rubbish to keep the fireplaces running.”

You chuckled at Sirius’ vitriol but it hardly lightened the thunderclouds gathering right above your head.

“You know words don’t burn, right?”

“Seems to me like they just did.” Sirius pointed at the seal that finally started to melt, stuck between pieces of firewood and piles of ash.

You let out a heavy breath and turned away from the fireplace to face your boyfriend. He was lying on the couch, head resting on a soft velvety cushion, looking at you with quite a joyful expression on his face. In your mind, it didn’t fit the situation at all, but you had gotten used to his nonchalance about your parents’… dislike of him. Or, better put, their vicious hatred that they never even tried to hide.

“Do you really not care?” you wondered for the umpteenth time, knowing that a no was a sure follow-up to your question.

“Why would I?” Sirius grinned and his hand safely covered yours, resting on the arm of the sofa. “The best part of your fam loves me, and others are a bunch of wankers.”

“I’m the only part of my fam that loves you, babe,” you pointed out, rolling your eyes but giving him a little smile. He smiled back, but stayed silent, noticing that you weren’t finished yet. “I’m already seventeen but I still feel like I’m a wee baby when they talk to me, or send me letters, or even look at me!”

“I know, love, it sucks. But you remember the plan, right?”

You nodded, and the smile on your face had finally turned genuine.

“The one where we come to my graduation dinner together even though my parents explicitly stated many times that there’s not a single universe in which they allow you to step on the property, and if you do, it would be over their dead bodies?”

“Merlin, the way you describe it! Might just be the best prank I’ve ever pulled!”

Sirius burst out laughing and you couldn’t help but follow his lead, his contagious joy making you feel whole again. The two of you came up with this madness of a plan as soon as you heard about your mother talking about a graduation dinner in your honour. They would never allow Sirius to attend, not in a million years; hell, they refused to even look at him when they saw you off at Platform 9 ¾ at the beginning of your last year at Hogwarts. They ignored his existence whenever he came into their sight, like during the holidays, when you got off the train hand in hand with your boyfriend and your parents greeted you, hugged you, kissed you on the forehead, but Sirius was frozen out completely, as if his existence was but a figment of your imagination. He never cared though; he would snicker at their theatrics and kiss you right in front of them, throwing a challenge directly in their stuck-up faces of the Wizarding nobility. Your parents came to know that their never-ending nagging wouldn’t stop you from dating Sirius Black, but they did hold specks of hope that you would grow out of your “immature phase” and give them what they wanted – a perfect little husband from another holier-than-thou household.

Never in a thousand lifetimes would you agree.

The time had come. You had to admit that you were somewhat nervous - never before had you defied your parents’ rules so explicitly and so shamelessly. You Floo’d to the Diagon Alley under the guise of last-minute preparations for the big event. Sirius was waiting for you right there, fully prepared: he was sporting a leather jacket, torn up jeans and a nearly finished cigarette in his mouth. This lad certainly went all out to look as much as a rebellious kid cliché as it was humanly possible, and you absolutely adored it. You couldn’t wait to see the reactions; your whole family was to be present at the dinner, even the most distant relatives, who might not have heard about Sirius at all – your parents hid the fact you were dating him like a dirty secret never to be uncovered.

“Love, you ready?”

Sirius took your hand in his, clearly feeling your accelerated pulse against his own steady heartbeat.

“I was less scared of our Transfiguration N.E.W.T., if I’m honest,” you admitted, hearing your voice tremble ever so slightly. “But then again, McGonagall isn’t a sanctimonious bitch.”

Sirius let out a short laugh, but his eyes were the most earnest when he gave you one last look before turning towards the fireplace, with a handful of Floo powder ready to go.

“Let’s show them, baby. You and I, against the world.”

With his encouraging words swirling in your mind, you let yourself get sucked into the labyrinths of the Floo Network, headstrong into what could turn out as the worst and the best moment of your whole life.

Your clumsy roll out into the main living room of the family manor was a perfect start for a spectacle that was inevitably about to unfold. As soon as you stood up, Sirius flew out right behind you, almost knocking you down to the floor again.

“Daughter? What is going on?!”

Your father’s voice sounded like a church bell above you. At last, you looked up at a crowd of people, all dressed up to bits, staring at you agape, their jaws on a synchronous road to meet the bristly carpet of the living room. The silence was so loud one could hear grains of sand pouring into the bottom half of an ancient hourglass adorning the mantelpiece.

“Mom, Dad,” you started, dusting off your ivory white Sunday best, “and you, Aunt Sarah, and you, Aunt Hannah, and, of course, you, Uncle Marcus! I’m terribly sorry if I’m forgetting some of you, it’s not often that you grace us with your presence!”

Sarcasm was spilling out of your pretentious speech, as you finally had the audacity to say what you had been wanting to express for the past year. Sirius’ presence gave you some much needed courage not to stumble on your words as you tore your heart out of your chest and pinned it shut on your sleeve.

“Merlin, you lot aren’t that suave for a bunch of sirs and madams!”

Speaking of the devil.

Sirius whistled, reaching your side and putting his arm around your bare shoulders. You had picked a dress like that specifically to piss your parents off a little more. They had always told you that any skin visible to the eye below the neck and above the knees was awfully indecent, very unladylike – so you just had to stick it to them.

“Daughter, what is he doing here?!” your mother tried to whisper, but in the deafening silence her voice could be heard as clearly as if she used the Sonorus spell. “Didn’t we tell you…”

“That you’d rather die than accept your dear daughter dating someone you deem undesirable?”

Your mother tried shushing you, giving desperate faux smiles to the guests around.

“What, you didn’t tell anyone?” you continued with a sneer. “Aunts, Uncles, cousins, meet Sirius Black! We’re in love!”

An array of ahs and ohs rang out in the air, and you could see Aunt Hannah clutching her chunky pearl necklace like it was her favourite childhood plushie. Sirius gave the crowd a way overly-exaggerated curtsy.

“Sirius Black, at your service,” he announced, taking out a cigarette out of the pack and popping it between his teeth, ready to light it. Before he had time to do it, the lighter was knocked out of his hands, hitting the wall on the other side of the room with a loud thump. You noticed your father’s moving hand hiding his wand back into the inner pocket of his jacket.

“Don’t you dare smoke inside this house!” the man shouted, wishing to incinerate Sirius right where he stood with his scathing glare.

Sirius barked out a laugh and another lighter appeared in his hand. He didn’t go for a cigarette this time, merely playing with the thing in-between his fingers.

“Rule number one when at a pureblood’s den,” he mockingly drawled the words, turning the lighter on and off, “always have a spare lighter.”

You couldn’t hold in a chuckle when you saw your parents ominously fuming at every syllable escaping your boyfriend’s mouth. Your father sighed so loudly, one would think he was on his death bed.

“Let us take this outside, shall we?” He motioned towards the field serving as the manor’s backyard. You looked at the innocent flowers quivering in the wind and thought that they didn’t deserve whatever mess was about to happen within family bounds on this beautiful summer evening.

“Don’t you think it’s unfair, Dad, to deprive our lovely audience?”

You gave the people around you the fakest brightest smile you could muster. No one returned it.

“Daughter, do not taunt me,” your father warned you. “We can use the dining room, if you so desire, but nothing happens here.”

You glanced at Sirius and caught his nod of approval. The dining room was close enough so that your parents couldn’t possibly hurt Sirius, or even you – you were quite sure they wouldn’t touch you with a tip of a finger, but a bit of discretion didn’t seem too excessive. Plus, and it was the only reason you agreed – you didn’t have to suffocate under the heavy stares of your kin.

The dining room wasn’t too different from the living room, the only obvious distinction being a long hardwood table stretching almost wall to wall. It wasn’t yet set – the meal itself was to start at a later hour. Your mother was the last to enter, struggling to dismiss a choir of what-a-messes from your pathetic aunts with desperate promises to deal with the whole situation as soon as they could. She cast a charm to silence you to the rest of the world and turned, at last, to face you. Your father slipped into one of the dining chairs, but you and Sirius remained standing, given some sense of dominance due to the now apparent height difference.

“I will not dance around the subject, daughter, we are terribly disappointed in you.”

Father’s words didn’t sting as much as you thought, and you almost let out a loud sigh of relief as this realization dawned on you. They almost had a tinge of freedom in them, a bittersweet taste of long-awaited liberty. All expectations burdening your fragile shoulders suddenly vanished and you could straighten your back and run, conquering hill after hill, mountain after mountain. They were disappointed. You had nothing to uphold anymore.

“Oh, I heard this one before.” Behind you Sirius laughed, almost grunting, which made you chuckle as well. “Trust me, babe, it only gets better from here.”

Mother shot a highly disapproving look at Sirius, but stayed silent. You always hated it; “A good wife lets her husband talk,” she once said in response to your childish question, and you never asked again.

“What about, Dad? Does my happiness look disappointing to you?” Your question sounded naive, but you knew you hit the exact spot. Your parents had been telling you since your earliest years that all they wanted for you was happiness. Apparently, they forgot to add “happiness that we approve of and scrupulously choose for you” at the end.

“Your happiness? What happiness, daughter? Him? He’s the happiness?”

Your father spat out each word as if it was poison he had accidentally drunk, as if it was a travesty to mention Sirius Black and happiness in the same sentence.

“You do not know what happiness looks like, daughter. You’re only seventeen. You do not know any better.”  

“And what do you know about happiness, Dad?!”

Your voice cracked as you felt it growing louder. At this point, the conversation couldn’t avoid turning into a full-blown fight, but it was destined to be exactly that from the beginning. You came prepared.

“Is this perfectly sleek suit of yours happiness? Are my Outstanding N.E.W.Ts happiness? Is having your whole life laid out in front of you from the day you were born happiness, Dad?!”

“You do not know what you are talking about!” Father shouted, his fist rapidly meeting the surface of the table. You flinched and Sirius was quick to jump in front of you, his wand squeezed tightly in his hand.

“Sir, just so you know, this wand has been used on authority figures before.” Sirius waved it in front of him, as if it was but another gauntlet thrown into your father’s face. The sarcasm in his “Sir” was flaming hot. “And for all I care, you’re no authority.”

Father took out his own wand from the same inner pocket and pointed it at Sirius.

“Boy, I will not bat an eye if you turn to dust right here and now,” he stated, his nose wrinkled in disgust, but his eyes slowly turning a shade of bloody red. It was your turn to step in between them, shielding your bold but reckless boyfriend from your father’s simmering rage.

“Dad, stop, I love him!”

It wasn’t the first case of you telling your parents that you loved Sirius, but as these words made an escape from you this time, they had almost acquired a new meaning. They felt more real, more pointed and firmer. Your father didn’t think so. He merely sneered at your proud declaration and rolled his exasperated eyes.

“Love, happiness… All this pointless charade just to prove that you are still a petulant child.” Father turned his head to look at his wife, who nodded in unconditional agreement.

“We did not raise you like that, daughter,” she finally spoke, her tone the same as your father’s.

“Your mother is right. You had everything, daughter, everything you did and did not need. And what do you do in return? Mess around with this blood traitor?!” Father spat out the last word with utmost repugnance.

Honestly speaking, the phrase had a way worse effect on you than on Sirius. He had time to grow some thick skin, dealing with bullshit bigotry from blood-purity lunatics for a while, but it was a first for you – hearing such venom from your parent, whom you still hoped to respect and to love.

“If you, sir, are dumb enough to think this was an insult – try the fuck again.”

Mother gasped and shouted “Language!”, but Sirius’ only response came in the form of a sly grin. As soon as he did it, Father jumped up from his seat and pointed his wand at Sirius with such force that it almost slid out of his hand. Sirius mirrored his actions in a relaxed, almost lethargic manner, as if he was calling Father’s bluff.

“STOP. RIGHT. NOW!”

You couldn’t hold it in anymore. With every single passing second, your boundaries were being stomped on by your parents, and even though you had the most pleasure doing it back, you wished for the mess to end. The two men lowered their wands and stared at you simultaneously – Sirius with pride, and Father – with fury.

“Dad, Mom, do you not understand?! You never saw me as a person, just a damn doll to dress up!” You completely ignored your parents’ shock at your straightforward use of a very simple curse word, because it was just a beginning. “You gave me everything, and for what? For me to follow your every fucking order to a T?! For you to bitch and moan about every single decision I make using my pretty damn sound mind?!”

“What has this blood traitor done to you, daughter?” your mother sighed, looking at you with forced sympathy. “You are swearing at your own loving parents who just want to save you…”

“If there’s something to save me from, it’s you!”

You didn’t buy Mother’s crocodile tears that were about to stream down her cheeks. Always the same shit, always her clutching her heart, or her head, or both at the same time. She wasn’t about to coax you again.

“Listen to your mother! You are carrying our noble family name, tracing back centuries. You cannot disgrace it with your outrageous behaviour!”

“Not for long!”

Sirius’ voice was a breath of fresh air in a viscous swamp of your parents’ soliloquies, but for the first time today you didn’t know where he was going. The only thing he gave you was a reassuring smile, which was nice but not helpful at all.

The next minute unraveled in front of you second by second, and you felt each one pass by like the Unforgivables barely missing you and whizzing through the room. Sirius hid his wand and instead took something out of his pocket – you couldn’t discern the thing, but it looked suspiciously similar to a tiny box, – simultaneously getting down on one knee. Three pairs of eyes widened at the same time, but with different emotions concealed in their depths: Father was enveloped with pure wrath and despair; Mother was simply shocked, covering her mouth with a trembling hand; you felt nearly hysterical, your brain vacant from any foreign thoughts except for the man kneeling in front of you with what you could already see was a ring peeking from the wooden box.

“My love,” Sirius began, fully content with every reaction he received so far, “my baby, my little nugget of joy…”

You didn’t want to interrupt him but couldn’t help laughing at the pet name.

“I’d be a bit wordier if it wasn’t, y’know…” His head tilted towards your parents, who still hadn’t evaporated the two of you for some reason. “But I hope to have a lifetime for that. Now, just one question, love.”

You were ready to nod your head away until it would fall off and roll into the corner, but you wanted to hear Sirius say the sacred four words. Most importantly, you wanted your parents to hear them, and maybe pass out at your enthusiastic agreement.

“Will you marry me?”

Your yelled out “YES!” could very likely pierce through whatever silencing charms your mother had put on the dining room. A second later the ring was already on your finger, and you were in your fiancé’s arms, spinning around in endless circles of sheer love and uninterrupted bliss. Your lips quickly found his. Your parents were furious. You didn’t care.

“Daughter?!”

Your father’s voice wasn’t a church bell anymore. It resembled a first-year getting caught up in the Whomping Willow for the first time – abnormally high, breaking and unequivocally frightened.

“Dad?” you mimicked his tone and were pretty damn good at it, if Sirius had a say. “You know what, Dad? If this is the blood running through my veins, I’m more than willing to betray it.”

Mother’s cheeks were wet from tears at last; the flood wasn’t sorrowful, not at all – it was filled with spite. Father clutched his wand, but something stopped him – maybe he was ultimately conscious of the fact that from that moment on he had no power over you. You thanked Merlin for his obsolete mentality that told him wives were their husbands’ properties – well, not yet husband’s in your case, but the premise remained. Oh, the irony! The thing that made him have a measly shred of respect for Sirius was the fact that he was about to marry you – not that he had been your choice of a partner for at least a year.

“Now, if you don’t mind, I’m taking my future Mrs. Black the fuck away from here.”

Sirius was a gentleman. He offered you his arm, chivalrously opened the door for you and proudly displayed your hand with a shiny stone on your ring finger to each and every nosy aunt willing – no, desperate to take a look. You parents had already left the dining room, but shifted along the wall to avoid the ever-inquisitive relatives. You swiftly reached the fireplace and grabbed a handful of powder each. You were so ready to finally leave the manor behind that your whole body moved by itself, without any input from your consciousness.

“And she’s having my baby!” you heard Sirius shouting just before you disappeared into the green fire of the Floo Network.

Both of you rolled out of the fireplace somewhere in the Diagon Alley, one after the other. You could finally let your guard down and burst into genuine, merry laughter; Sirius did the same, standing up and pulling you into his loving embrace.

“Love, you should’ve seen their faces!” he claimed, excitement washing over him and capturing you by association. “Bet they won’t forget us until the day they die.”

You secretly hoped they wouldn’t.

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Hello, I was wondering if I could request a fluffy Ominis x fem (Hufflepuff) MC? (Maybe post game, but like everyone lives happily au?)

Like where Ominis has a “Secret admirer” who leaves him adorable braille notes shortly after their sixth year starts.. saying stuff like “your bright lovely soul makes the stars envious of your splendor” “your heart is so beautiful, it must’ve been made by angels” and “your kind and gentle heart is lovable beyond words”

He’s so confused, and utterly flustered that someone out there is doing all this for him.. it’s obvious this’s no meer crush. It takes dedication to learn a whole new language, especially one as difficult as braille. What baffles him though is HOW his admirer is leaving these notes for him??? Even in his commen room? (The answer is Seb.. the cheeky little co-conspirator. Mc passes him a few now and then to specifically put them where Ominis can’t help but find them.)

He can also tell that his secret admirer is getting better and better at making the notes, he can tell by the texture alone the quality is always increasing.. eventually he starts looking forward to finding the hidden treasures made specifically for him~ eventually he bumps into MC (perhaps in his distracted mind trying to figure out who his admirer really is, he just trips over and lands on top of MC) the two are are both so flustered that MC gets up in a hurry but before she could escape, Ominis picks up a piece of paper that she dropped in order to hand it back to her.. and he freezes.

Because #1 it’s a Note. #2 this means his admirer is MC, the girl he’s been utterly infatuated with since he first met her. #3 the texture tells him this must’ve been one of the first ones she made. And finally #4 the words on the note. “I believe I’ve fallen deeply and irrevocably in-love with you, Ominis.” He’s grinning like an lovesick idiot~

My brain hurts trying to come up with romantic notes.

Secret Admirer (O.G)

My hair curled up and now it's the opposite of what it was when it got cut, which I knew was going to happen. Still cute though. Obviously, this is a Hufflepuff/Fem/Reader. Ominis is such a sweet boy like I love him. Sebastian is the best wingman, of course. He just has a problem with having a poker face, or lack thereof. I hope you enjoy <3

      Ominis sighed as he walked into the common room, making his way to where his dorm was. Sebastian walked beside him, rambling on about how classes seemed to have gotten harder since they started their sixth year. “It’s going to get harder, Sebastian. That’s how it works.” Ominis said, opening the door and walking in. Sebastian groaned as he plopped himself onto the bed, kicking off his shoes. “I know it’s going to get harder, but I can’t be the only one having a hard time already.” Ominis shook his head, placing his bag down next to his bed as he sat on its edge. “I bet y/n has been having a hard time, and she’s brilliant! You can’t tell me that you’re the only one doing well.” Sighing, Ominis reached for his bag and took out a book. “I doubt she’s having any problems. She’s a fast learner.” Sebastian chuckled, speaking quietly. “She sure is.” “What?” “Nothing.”

      A week had passed since the three of you had started your sixth year, and after Sebastian had complained enough to the two of you, a study group was created. “Sebastian, do you even remember what you learned last year?” You asked, staring at the parchment he had handed you. He shrugged as he frowned. “Sure, I do! I remember Accio, that’s important, right?” Ominis shook his head as he sighed, flipping through the pages of the charms book. You handed the page back to him, pulling out a piece of parchment from your bag and glaring at it instead. Ominis sat across from you, trailing his fingers down the page. You exchanged glances with Sebastian, who raised his eyebrow and smirked at you. You shook your head as you glared at him, reluctantly handing the page to him. Sebastian grinned at you as he stuffed it into his pocket, returning to his book as he read out a sentence.

      Ominis exchanged goodbyes with you as you parted ways by the Hufflepuff common room, walking with Sebastian back to their own dorm. Sebastian continued up to where the two of them slept, leaving Ominis to take a seat on the couch as he pondered about what he had done that day. Sebastian returned shortly after, a sly smirk on his face that he didn’t even try to hide, taking a seat next to Ominis. “Did you know about the spell we learned about today?” He asked, referring to what they had been studying in the library. Ominis nodded as he stretched his arms. “Of course. It’s a simple fire spell; my mother uses it every now and then to light one of her candles.” Sebastian groaned in response. “Well, that certainly isn’t fair.”

      The two boys talked for another hour before they decided to retreat for the night. Ominis quickly changed into his night clothes and prepared for bed, while Sebastian sat on his bed, grinning as he waited for Ominis to get into bed. “You sure do take a long time to get ready for bed, you know.” He said, growing impatient. Ominis shook his head as he set his wand on the table, “You seem awfully worried about my routine tonight, I have half the mind to think you were planning something.” Sebastian shrugged as he laid back on his bed. “I’m not planning anything, but it’s late, and you haven’t put all your papers away yet.” Ominis furrowed his brows as he turned to Sebastian, confused. “What do you mean?” Sebastian sighed, slipping under the covers, still smiling. “You have paper on your bed. I assume you meant to put it away?” Ominis huffed in response, grazing his hand over the sheets in search of the paper Sebastian had claimed was on his bed. Sure enough, Ominis’ fingers grazed parchment and he picked it up. He ran his fingers over its surface, reading it to see what class it was for.

      The raised bumps were crude, in a way, rather different from Ominis’ normal reading material. He furrowed his brows and frowned as he tried to make sense of it; it was clear that someone unfamiliar with Braille had tried their hand at it, and he felt his cheeks heat up as he began to understand what was being said. “I have been captivated by the stars on your face, each one a testament to your unique beauty. They lead me towards the depths of your soul, and I am constantly in awe of the universe that you contain within you.” Some of the words were misspelled, but they were easy to decode. The note continued. “Let me be your stargazer; let me bask in the light of your beauty, even if it’s only from afar. For as long as you have those stars on your face, I will continue to be your devoted admirer.” Ominis stood there, stunned, as he read through the note again. Sebastian’s shoulders shook in silent laughter as he watched Ominis’ face turn red, smiling as he continued to stand there as he read it.

      “What’s the matter? An old worksheet from last year?” Sebastian asked, breaking Ominis from his trance. He stuttered as he turned to Sebastian, eyes wide. “Oh, uh, yes. I believe it is.” Sebastian smiled as he watched Ominis fold the note and place it under his wand. Ominis quickly slipped into bed, telling Sebastian good night as he turned away. He could hear soft snores escape Sebastian as he quickly fell asleep, while he was kept up by his fast-paced heart and thoughts. As he tried to calm his mind, his thoughts went back to the note; the braille wasn’t the best, but it was still impressive if someone didn’t understand the language, and Ominis smiled to himself as he thought about someone potentially learning braille just for him.

      He found himself frowning, however, as he thought more about it. How did it find its way to his bed? It was possible that the note was from someone in Slytherin, but the note had found its home on his bed, and Ominis didn’t think anyone would walk into his dorm to place a note like that.  He sighed to himself as he shook the thought from his mind, opting to go over the words that had been on the note instead, falling asleep with a smile on his face.

      Sebastian had left early the next morning, telling Ominis that he would meet him in class as he took his bag and walked out of the common room. He quickly made his way down the halls and waited near the Hufflepuff common room, spooking you as you turned the corner. “Sebastian! It’s too early for your theatrics.” You said, hand to your chest as you tried to calm your heart. He laughed as he took your arm, leading you down the hall to where your class would be in under an hour. “I took the note you gave me and put it on his bed last night.” Sebastian started, smiling as you blushed slightly. “Did he see it?” He nodded, telling you in detail how Ominis stood, frozen like a statue, for what felt like ages, and how he ran his fingers over the page multiple times, reading it over and over. “Did he say anything about it?” You asked, Sebastian shaking his head. “He seemed rather happy, though. I don’t think he would talk about it so soon after receiving it.” You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek. “What was in that note, anyway?” Sebastian asked, quirking his eyebrow as he smirked at you. You quickly shook your head as you swatted at him. “Just some practice braille, nothing more.” “Sure, it was.” “Shut up.”

      Ominis kept the note he had received in the pocket of his robe, neatly folded to avoid any damage to the braille. He hadn’t mentioned it to anyone, not even you or Sebastian, who smiled as you watched Ominis graze over the pages of his book. Sebastian nudged you while walking down the hall, smirking at you as you tried to work on your next note as you walked. While you were a fast learner, braille was a whole other language, and you desperately wanted it to be perfect for Ominis, who walked next to you, oblivious. You frowned, glancing over at him, huffing in frustration. “Is there something wrong, y/n?” Ominis asked, causing you to jump slightly. Sebastian chuckled, watching you shake your head as you stuffed the parchment into your bag. “No! Nothing is wrong. I was just…thinking about when we can go to Hogsmeade. It’s been so long!” You fibbed, forcing a smile as you looked at your feet. Ominis nodded in agreement, smiling. “It has been a while, perhaps next week we can take a trip.” You nodded as you swatted at Sebastian again, who had begun to mimic your embarrassment. “Sounds like the perfect plan.” You said through gritted teeth.

       A few days later, Ominis arrived at the common room later than normal. The study session had taken longer than expected, even after Sebastian had excused himself, leaving the two of you to go over the potions you had learned that day. You discussed, in depth, how each potion was supposed to look, something that you didn’t really need to know, but still went over. Sebastian quickly left the session after you handed him another note, explaining that he needed to speak with a professor before they closed their doors. Sebastian did not, however, speak to a professor. He had quickly hurried to the common room and looked around, searching for a spot to put the note where Ominis would find it, opting for the seat that he normally sat at. No one really sat in that seat except Ominis, who found it rather comfortable so close to the fire. Once the note was placed, Sebastian sat down in his normal spot, occupying himself with a book until Ominis showed up.

      Ominis sighed as he walked in, taking his normal route to his seat by the fire. Sebastian coughed, causing him to jump. “Sebastian? I thought you went to speak to a professor?” He asked, looking in his direction. Sebastian shrugged, “I didn’t get there in time, so I decided to wait for you here.” Ominis nodded as he put his bag down, sifting through it for a book. “Did you walk Y/n back to her dorm?” Ominis nodded, a slight pink tint reaching his cheeks. “I did, in fact. Why wouldn’t I?” “I was just making sure.” Sebastian watched as Ominis took a seat, almost knocking the note over that had been placed on the arm of the chair. It rustled slightly as Ominis’ sleeve brushed it, catching his attention. He picked it up, a slight smile on his face as he felt the bumps through the folded paper.

        He unfolded it, running his fingers down the pages as he felt the braille, which had gotten remarkably better in what felt like a week since the last note. “Though you cannot see with your physical eyes, I am in awe of the way you see the world. Your inner vision is a light that shines brighter than any star in the sky, guiding you towards the most beautiful aspects of life.” Stars. Each note had mentioned stars in them, and flustered Ominis as the notes continued to compare him to one. Whoever had written these notes saw Ominis the same way they saw the stars in the night sky; beautiful, something that Ominis never thought about himself. He felt his cheeks grow hotter as he continued. “Let me be your eyes; let me guide you towards the beauty that you so rightfully deserve. For as long as I am by your side, I will be your faithful companion on this journey through life.”

      Sebastian had to cover his mouth as he watched Ominis as he sat there, eyes wide and face burning. He watched Ominis’ mouth open and close like a fish as he read through it again, quickly reaching into his pocket. Sebastian’s smile grew as he recognized the paper that Ominis took out of his pocket, watching as he went through both notes now. What had you written this time to make him so flustered? Sebastian shook his head, enjoying the moment as Ominis was left speechless. When you had asked Sebastian if he could give Ominis your little notes, discreetly of course, he never imagined he’d get such a kick out of watching Ominis freak out. “Are you ok? You look like you’ve been hit with a freezing spell.” Sebastian asked, trying to keep his voice calm as his shoulders continued to shake. Ominis didn’t respond, only nodding as he continued to read the notes.

      The following weeks went by quickly as Ominis spent each day searching around him for the small notes. He had even asked the two of you to keep an eye out for notes in braille, excited that he had something that only he could truly see. You both agreed, of course, and Sebastian smiled at you when you realized that you had to hand the notes to him in person, your face draining of colour as you thought about it. After Charms, you quickly handed Ominis the fifth note, claiming that he left it at his desk. He accepted it quickly and thanked you, an excited smile on his lips as his cheeks grew pink. You watched him unfold the page and trace his finger over it, finally able to see what Sebastian had talked about.

       You didn’t write anything special in the note this time around, opting to speak in a more friendly manner. “It warms my heart that you continue to read my notes. I hope that my braille isn’t as choppy as it was originally, I had been practicing all break to make sure you were able to read it. I am grateful for the time we have spent together, and I look forward to continuing to explore the universe that you contain within you. With you by my side, I know that anything is possible.” Ominis felt giddy as he folded it back up and placed it in his pocket with the rest of them, thanking you once again as you walked together down the hall.

       “You don’t normally leave your notes laying around, Ominis. But so far, you’ve had five come into your possession?” You asked, trying to make conversation as well as trying to get a better picture as to how Ominis felt about the notes. He shook his head as he continued to walk, smiling. “It’s rather amazing, actually! I’m the only one who understands braille, yet there is someone writing me notes, for my eyes only.” You nodded, a small smile gracing your lips. “So, you’re not leaving notes lying around?” He shook his head. “Someone is writing to me. At first, I thought it was just a one-time thing, someone just letting me know that there was someone out there with a crush.” You furrowed your brows, “But?” Ominis turned to you, his face turning red as he continued to talk. “They’re love letters, y/n! And from what I’ve read, especially from the one you found, I know them. It’s rather exciting, really.” You chuckled as you turned down the hall to the Hufflepuff common room. Stopping at the entrance, you gave Ominis a final smile. “I’m glad you’re finding a universe in those notes, Star Boy.” With that, you walked into the common room, leaving Ominis on the other side of the wall.

      Ominis laid in bed that night as his thoughts raced. He read through the notes again and again, his mind drifting around as he thought back to earlier. You called him Star Boy, and mentioned a universe, just like the notes beside him said. He racked his brain as he searched for a moment where he might have mentioned the contents of the notes, unable to find any as he stared at the ceiling, sighing quietly. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep, letting his mind roam without restraints. A few moments later, Ominis found himself staring at the ceiling again, wide-eyed as his mind began piecing things together. Were you the one writing the notes? You had been close friends for some time now, and Ominis would be lying if he said he didn’t have feelings for you, even when he read the first note, his heart skipped a beat at the thought that perhaps you wrote it. Even as he thought about the possibility that you had basically hand-delivered the last note to him, his heart skipped. Ominis could hardly sleep that night.

      You sat beside Sebastian in Potions, yawning lightly as you rested your head in your palm. Ominis sat on the other side of Sebastian, going over the peptalk he had given himself that morning before heading over to class. You greeted him as he walked into the room, and he stuttered a hello back before quickly taking out his book and hiding his face in it. You and Sebastian exchanged confused glances before the professor began class, leading to where you were now, slowly falling asleep as Sharp’s voice dragged on. You tapped your fingers on the table, earning a few glances from Ominis as he continued to think about what to say to you once the class was over, unsure if he should just ask you flat-out if you were the one writing the notes or not.

      When Sharp dismissed the class, you stayed in your seat, unaware that the class had finished. Sebastian grabbed Ominis’ sleeve as he tried to walk away, chuckling as he whispered that you were asleep. Ominis furrowed his brows as he stood there, listening to Sebastian as he told him to wait. He hovered over you as you dozed, unaware about the assault that he was about to unleash on you to wake you up. Sebastian quickly jabbed his fingers into your sides, causing you to yelp and nearly fall out of your seat as you tried to get away. “Sebastian! What in Merlin’s beard?” You shouted, swatting at him. Ominis chuckled, smiling as he listened to you scold Sebastian. “Well then don’t fall asleep, you’ll be late for your next class.” Your eyes widened as you looked around the room, seeing that only the three of you were left. You quickly grabbed your bag as you shoved your book inside, rushing to the door.

      Ominis grabbed your arm as you passed him, hoping to talk to you before you ran off. He took you by surprise, however, and you tripped over the legs of the chair beside you. Ominis quickly grabbed for you as you fell, cursing lightly under his breath as he went down with you. Sebastian smiled as he quickly snuck off, not bothering to help you from the ground. “Are you ok? You didn’t hit your head, did you?” Ominis asked, as he hovered over you. You looked around, finding the contents of your bag sprawled everywhere. “Yes, I’m ok, thank you.” You breathed, eyes wide as you stared up at Ominis, feeling your cheeks heat up. “I didn’t mean to take you down with me, I’m sorry, Ominis.” You continued, unable to get up as you laid on your back. Ominis shook his head as he slowly lifted himself off you, taking your hand and helping you gather your things.

      “I was hoping I could have a word with you, actually.” Ominis said, handing you a book. You thanked him, putting it back into your bag as you stood. “Perhaps later? Sebastian was right, if I don’t hurry, I’ll be late.” You gave Ominis an apologetic look as he nodded, telling him goodbye as you quickly made your way out of the room. Ominis sighed as he reached down to gather his wand and book, his hand making contact with a piece of old parchment. He furrowed his brows as he picked it up, unfolding it and inspecting it. His eyes widened as he felt the paper, crude braille on its surface. It was rough, far more than the note he had gotten weeks ago. He furrowed his brows as he tried to decipher it. “I believe I’ve fallen deeply and irrevocably in love with you, my dear Ominis.”

      Ominis felt his heart skip a beat once again as he held the note, one that no doubt had fallen from your bag when the two of you had tumbled to the ground. He smiled to himself as he held the note, his theory proven correct; you had been the writer. He put the note into his pocket as he walked out of the classroom, grinning. You spent the whole break learning braille for him. You shared the same feelings that he had for you, too, and you called him beautiful, claiming that you wanted to be by his side. He met with Sebastian, who smirked at Ominis when he saw the grin on his face. “Someone’s happy.” Ominis nodded, his smile growing bigger as he glanced toward Sebastian. “Y/n really is a fast leaner.”

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Shades of Silver Lining - Ch. 3 - posted ✅

Ch.2 <- | Ch.4 (coming soon) the first post aka story teaser + tags

was too long for me, so I posted in two parts pt.1 - word count: 2280 ✨ [ AO3 ] ✨ [ Wattpad ] pt.2 - word count: 4670 ✨ [ AO3 ] ✨ [ Wattpad ]

Thank you @accio-bagel for beta reading, I'd be so doomed without you 💖

no pressure ping: @thursdaymoonrise11 , @espressoristretto-patronum , @diana-bluewolf , @acslytherpuff , @girl-named-matty pressure ping: @savingsallow 😆💖

a/n: It's a short story, so we escalate quickly and die like men. SORRYSORRYSORRYSORRY I'M SO SORRY. Also, why is Alyn wearing Slytherin scarf?.. AND I'M SORRY

lil excerpts with mild spoilers (ellipses to avoid big spoilers) under the cut:

・・・⚔️ “Do you believe it was some random accident?” Officer Foster folded his hands behind his back, towering even more than usual. "[...]. ‘Funny,’ was it?" His gaze was never one to hold sympathy, but this time Alyn could have sworn she even saw a smirk in the corners of his dark eyes.

"Not here," Officer Singer stepped between them, casting a worried look at the anxious crowd. "[...] We need to finish up here and handle this crowd."

"Yes, do handle it, Singer," Foster nodded, his attention immediately shifting back to Alyn. Officer Singer hesitated, as if about to speak, but then walked off in silence and haste. Alyn irritably noted that Sebastian remained where he was, eyeing Foster expectantly.

"May I have a look at your wand, Miss Salters?" Foster took another step closer, holding out his hand, his leather gloves catching the light of street lanterns. 

"No," she answered, not even blinking, [...]. 

"Got something to conceal?"

In her dream, Alyn had been ready to obliterate him, to forever reduce this man to ashes she’d watch to fall on the street’s cobblestones. He was the one who kept her for weeks at the Ministry, encouraging experiments with her magic in the Department of Mysteries, only to restrain her afterwards with an Unbreakable Vow. And all that because she’d been honest. Far too honest, the day he used Veritaserum. Seeing him as ash on the ground—that’s how she would have preferred it.  ・・・

・・・ ☕️ Sebastian returned with a small cup in his hand. "Still a lot of people down there. [...] Can’t see how you drink this all the time, but here you go,” he commented, handing her the cup. “Call it survival,” Alyn shot back, raising a cup in a toast before inhaling the rich aroma. She sipped her drink, and the hot, velvety taste brought her a small relief—yet only physical.

"So, in those reports you give to Foster," her gaze lifted, locking with Sebastian’s. "How often am I mentioned?" 

There is also Ominis in this chapter, but not a single sentence about him goes without big spoiler, so... Just trust me, he's there. And some trio dynamics—I put a kettle "Ominis" on fire here 🥲 and leaving it there for a while.

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Wren and Imelda are one of my top OTPs, and I can never get enough of her adorable Niffler, Charlie! Rae is such an incredibly talented bean, and I'm so thankful to have found her on Tumblr. Thank you for sharing so much of your amazing talent with us! Truly one of the most precious souls around here!

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I Have A Fic Rec: The Light of Hope by Anonymous. It is very short but an interesting concept I have not seen before

archiveofourown(.)org / works / 53573677

Thanks so much! It IS a super interesting concept!! I love when people play with elements of magic in fics!! I’ll add it to the post schedule as soon as possible. :)

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What if Sirius needs reading glasses but absolutely refuses to wear them and vowed to himself when he was like 10 that he would never ever let his friends (his very first friends!!!) know because he deemed needing glasses only for reading was stupid and uncool he actually is just insecure about how he looks in them and why bother if he can make out the words just fine (not fine) as long as he holds the book/paper close enough to his face

So then when he’s at Hogwarts whenever he had to do work or read he’d just lay down and hold the book super close and nobody ever really thought anything of it

And he successfully hid it until 7th year when Moony was supposed to be in class but ended up skipping at the last second to take a nap or something with Sirius and he was in the room w them on reading a book on his bed since he was alone this is how I imagine it would go down

Remus: “hey-“

Sirius looks up, rips the glasses off his face and flings them across the room

Sirius: “hey”

Remus:

Sirius:

Remus: “the fuck was that????!!!??”

Sirius: “what was what?”

Remus: “you have glasses??????”

Sirius *visibly panicking*: “ uh moony I’m not wearing glasses. Is this why you’re skipping class? Not feeling well? Do you need glasses?”

Remus: “how long?”

Sirius: “what?”

Remus: “how long have you had glasses”

Sirius: “I don’t-“

Remus: “Accio Sirius’ glasses”

Remus, holding Sirius’ glasses: 🤨

Sirius, genuinely distressed: “that’s not- no- er- I don’t - it’s-“

Then I imagine moony striding over to where Sirius is sitting on his bed, grabbing his face with one hand, and shoving the glasses on with the other

And then he’s absolutely BLESSED with the sight of Sirius, cheeks flushed, fiddling with the sleeves of his (Remus’) jumper blinking up at him with wide eyes and oh,

oh he looks so cute with them on moony physically canNOT not pepper little kisses all over his face

Remus (after giving him a last kiss on the lips): “so are you gonna answer my question?”

Sirius: “….since I was six or seven”

Remus: “you hid them this entire time?!!??!?”

Sirius: “ yeah, moony, they’re stupid”

Remus: “wh- pads, why do you think that? James has glasses and you don’t think they’re stupid”

Sirius: “well James needs glasses, like, all the time. Not just for reading. Andheactuallylooksgoodinhisglasses”

Remus: “so that’s why you read books so close to your face? You don’t want to wear your glasses because you think you look- Sirius, why the hell do you think that?“

Sirius: “I dunno… you don’t think I look st-“

Remus violently making out with him was his answer

I didn’t mean to practically write a one shot but hope you enjoyed LMFAOOOO😀

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Surprise Attack- Fred Weasley x Reader

When death eaters show up at the shop, Fred shows some serious heroism.

TW: Blood, Injury

1540 words

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It was a normal day at the shop: George stocking the shelves, Fred talking to some kids about the newest products, and y/n at the till busy being hopelessly in love with her best friend.

The trio had been friends since before they could remember, but around their fourth year y/n realised her feelings for Fred were more than just friendly. However at the time, Fred was with Angelina, so she kept it quiet, and even though they'd been broken up for a year now, it just never felt like the right time to tell him. The wizarding war was approaching and there just seemed to be more important things.

So there they sat, working as usual.

CRASH. SCREAM.

All at once cries for help broke out. The black smoke whizzing past the window was unmistakable: Death Eaters.

The shop cleared out quickly, leaving only Fred, George, Y/n, and three Death Eaters.

She knew why they were there, a Malfoy abandoning her blood family to fight for the order wasn't exactly taken lightly. She just was hoping they wouldn't find her so easily. How naive she'd been. She ducked behind the counter in a feeble attempt to hide.

"She's not here," Fred said defiantly.

"Bullshit. Don't make this difficult Weasley." A rough voice said

She heard noises of struggle, and then "Search the place."

Luckily, although naive, she hadn't been stupid. There was a portkey hidden on one of the top shelves that would easily whisk them all to safety. One simple summoning curse and it would be in her hands, but how to get all three of them to touch it?

"Stupefy!" George cried out, and she knew that was her cue.

Popping up, she quickly assessed the situation, Fred was holding two of them off, while George handled the last one. She began firing curses while inching her way toward the boys.

"George! Take Y/n!" Fred shouted, firing curses left and right. They were making a valiant attempt, but the death eaters were gaining ground.

"We're not leaving you!" Y/n detested, but just as she had spoken up, more black smoke was beginning to fly by outside.

"Time to go," George said running to her, "Accio"

"Fred!"

But her cry was too late. By the time she had blinked, the small walls of the cabin had materialized around her.

"Stay here," George stated firmly, and before she could protest he grabbed the portkey again and was whisked away.

She was alone and safe.

And it was awful.

Waiting was the worst thing in the world. She paced, feeling sick that her best friends were fighting for her, while she sat so far away in safety. The minutes ticked by, but no twins. It felt like hours to her, for all she knew they were dead.

After about two hours she finally heard the crack of the portkey.

But something was wrong. Fred was holding on to George, who was supporting almost all of his weight. Fred looked pale, exhausted, and worst of all: there was a pool of red actively growing larger on his button-up.

"Bathroom." She told George and he nodded. She rushed to retrieve the first aid kit as George sat his weary twin on the edge of the sink.

"Hello love" Fred began, always the jokester.

"What happened?" Y/n asked

"Particularly nasty diffindo charm," George answered for him.

"You should see the other guy" Fred added, trying to cover up his wincing.

"Go tell the order, I'll take care of him," y/n said kneeling in front of her bleeding best friend. She began cutting off his shirt with the scissors from the first aid kit.

"Woah," Fred started, "at least take me to dinner first" He was met with a glare from her, as she finished removing his top.

"Tough crowd." He said through clenched teeth.

"I've been worried sick about you for the last couple of hours, and you've shown up with a six-inch gash in your side. Excuse me if I'm not exactly cheery."

"I'm the one bleeding so-"

"This is going to hurt" She cut him off as she began applying antiseptic.

"Fuck!"

She applied the liquid as quickly as she could, but she knew it was hurting. She internally winced every time he hissed. Taking note of how hard he clenched his jaw, and how he gripped the counter so hard his knuckles were white. It was all too much for her. The man she was hopelessly in love with was in so much pain because of her. She shouldn't have come to work for the twins. She should have just stayed in hiding. Tears began to well up in her eyes as she worked, and Fred noticed. Because he always notices. Because he's Fred. And she's his y/n.

"Y/n-" Fred said softly as she finished with the antiseptic. "What's wrong?"

She sniffled and wiped her eyes quickly with her arm.

"Lean back," she told him, actively avoiding the question. She reached for his chest to apply the drops of dittany but he grabbed her wrist just before she could get there.

"Look at me," Fred told her, and the tears began to well up harder in her eyes.

Even now he was more worried about her than himself. She was truly the worst friend in the world.

"Y/n please"

She finally met his eyes. He stared at her so gently, like she was about to float away from him entirely and he was desperately trying to hold on. She took in a breath, suddenly becoming hyper-aware of how close they were.

"Fred- I..." She looked back down at his wound, which was beginning to drip blood again.

"Shit!" She exclaimed frantically trying to dab up the excess. She was not going to let him stay in pain any longer. It was her fault he was like this in the first place.

"Look, I'll tell you what's wrong, just let me finish this first."

Fred looked at her with worry, but he let it go for the moment.

She was almost done, but she knew these dittany drops weren't going to be fun.

"I have to apply the dittany, just take my hand and squeeze it if you need to okay?"

She offered up her left hand, while she applied the dittany with her right. She worked quickly, and the wound closed up, but not before she thought Fred might break her hand. Still, he was going to be fine.

They sat in silence for a bit as the pain began to fade away.

"How do you feel?" She asked tenderly.

He laughed, "This better leave a pretty wicked scar, or else I'll be seriously pissed off".

They both laughed at that and for a moment the tension left the room.

But it wasn't long before the weight of what just happened settled in again. She knew he was going to ask about it, so she might as well tell him. Unfortunately in their normal Fred and Y/n fashion, they both tried to talk at once.

"What was-"

"Why did you do that for me?" With these words, he stopped. Not quite understanding what she meant.

"What?"

"This whole situation is my fault. I should've just gone into hiding like Remus said. It was stupid of me to come to work for you. I put you in danger, and then when the time came I let you fight for me. I should be the one bleeding, but instead, the man I love comes back wounded. On top of that, even when I am actively hurting you with that stupid antiseptic, you are still more worried about why I am upset than your own wound. I don't deserve that! It's all my fault, but you're the one who got hurt."

"You love me?" He whispered. Desperately searching her eyes for some sign of confirmation.

She gaped at him. She couldn't believe she just said that. Shit, shit, shit. How does she come back from this?

She doesn't. There's no way to talk herself out of this one. So she just stares at him.

"Y/n?"

She can feel the tears welling up again, but she can't help but do anything but look into his eyes. They're so kind, so loving. He's looking at her like she might break, might fade away if he says the wrong thing. So he doesn't say anything either. He just slowly takes his hand and brings it to her cheek. Gently, he wipes her tears away with his thumb. He is searching her face, for what? She isn't sure.

"I never noticed that you have a little bit of gold in your eyes," He said softly smiling at her, "It's cute."

She smiled at him. He beamed back at her.

Slowly, he snaked his other hand around her waist and pulled her closer, and ever so delicately he brought their lips together. It was a soft gesture, his lips were slightly chapped and he tasted of salted caramel. It was slow, and as their lips parted, he watched as her eyes took a second to flutter open.

"We should definitely never do that again unless you want me to fall hopelessly in love with you," Fred said airily.

She cracked a smile, and promptly pulled him back down for another. 

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The Slytherin and the Gryffindor(k)

Garreth Weasley and some kissing

Slytherin!reader

“Every time the guy brews something, it explodes. Why do you keep helping him?” Imelda asked, referring to all the hours you spent with Garreth.

You forced a laugh, trying to play it cool. A truthful answer would have been: ‘I keep helping him, because I’m madly in love with him.’ However, you opted for a rather mean lie. “Well, that way he keeps losing Gryffindor house points. Hence, ensuring that this year Slytherin will win the house cup.” You said with a sly smile. Imelda snorted in return.

Garreth was standing behind a corner with plans to scare you for giggles, but when he heard you talk with Imelda his heart broke. He stayed out of sight and promised himself to not let it get to him. He really thought you believed in his brewing skill, but you turned out to be just another mean Slytherin. How could he be so stupid, falling so deeply in love with you.

Normally, Garreth and you would walk together to charms. So, you were surprised when you arrived to already find him seated. When you went to sit next to him, he looked away ignoring you completely as you greeted him.

“Everything alright?” You asked worried why he behaved so strange. “Hoping that I will lose Gryffindor some more points today.” He said with a snarky voice. You closed your eyes as you cursed yourself. Why, why did you have to play cool and find excuses. Why couldn’t you just admit to Imelda that you had a major crush on the guy.

“You heard me talking with Imelda?” You asked to confirm the obvious. Garreth nodded with a coldness that gave you chills. “I didn’t mean it like that. It’s a joke. Some house rivalry fun.” Your excuses weren’t convincing Garreth. “Leave it. I’ll just finish the brew without your help.” He turned his back to you as the professor asked for everyone’s attention.

You grabbed Garreth’s biceps trying to literally pull his attention back to you. “Please, don’t be like that. I said a stupid thing. I really want to help.” You whispered. Garreth shrugged his shoulders, but didn’t reply. During class you were both silent and you were completely lost. You couldn’t lose Garreth over something so silly.

When professor Ronen pulled you out of your depressing thoughts to ask you what the most effect had on accio: distance or weight. You were the fool of the class as you couldn’t even repeat the question. Some students found your embarrassment humoring and professors Ronen gave you a sympathetic smile. “Not your day. Happens to the best of us.” Understatement, you thought.

Now Garreth was angry with himself, why had he been so hard on you. He pitied you. You were obviously panicking because of the cold shoulder he was giving you. Embarrassing yourself in front of the entire class. Maybe that was punishment enough. He knew you, you were a nice person. Maybe it was just some house rivalry fun. He could forgive you, but part of him was still a bit hurt. So, when you tried to say something when class was done he just didn’t want to talk anymore. “Not today. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

***

Like your day hadn’t been horrible enough. You were about to be caught past curfew by either a Ravenclaw prefect or Scribner. Pick your poison. They had you closed in and by the sound of their footsteps they were about to turn around the corner. Suddenly, an arm reached form behind a painting and yanked you inside some hidden closet.

You were roughly pushed against a wall, but a soft finger met your lips, signing you to be quiet. Your eyes met Garreth’s. It was dark, but a small window offered enough moonlight to make out his figure. You relaxed a bit and you both listened as two people talked about hearing something and wondering who or what it was. You could both hear footsteps moving away and eventually so far gone that it was inaudible. Scribner and company were gone and Garreth moved his finger from your lips. His arm still leaning against the wall, steading himself as he looked at you. You were surprised by the closeness, but also enjoyed his warmth. Being so close to him made you feel safe and you wanted the moment to last forever.

However, after a soft moment Garreth turned cold again. He took a step back leaning against the wall opposite of you. “You should go.” He said as his eyes trailed off, observing the closet. You were not having it. “Garreth, please.” You pleaded, wishing for the soft and gentle Garreth to return. You stopped leaning against the wall and pulled Garreth’s robes softly. He let himself be pulled towards you. You were getting to him and he hated it. He was in love with you, he couldn’t even be angry with you for half a day. “I didn’t mean what I said.” You said with a most sincere voice.

Garreth licked his lips. “Then tell me, why do you keep helping me?” There was definitely hurt in his voice. You dropped your head softly. Wondering if this was the moment you would confess that you had a major crush on him. Or were you gonna come up with another stupid excuse? Your mind went over all the options and Garreth was losing his patience with you. “Do you really like spending your evenings with me? In some forgotten corner over a damping cauldron?” You looked up at him and eyes locked on eachother. Garreth’s heart was racing. He needed to know, once and for all: did he have a shot with you? Did you really like hanging out with him? Or was it just some Slytherin scheme?

“Yes.” You finally answered in a soft whisper. Garreth looked confused, like he had forgotten the question he just asked. Your face was getting warmer with every passing second. “Yes. I do like hanging out with you. I love… hanging out with you.” Your nerves were under severe pressure as Garreth stared you down. Your hand went through your hair and you sighed in an attempt to calm yourself. Suddenly Garreth smiled, did you like him? “What?” You asked, a little embarrassed as you saw Garreth smirking. He leaned back against the wall opposite of you and shrugged his shoulders. “What?” You asked, a smile forming on your lips as well.

“Do you like me?” Garreth asked with a cocky grin. Your mouth fell open and your eyes started to dart around. “You do.” Garreth answered his own question as he noticed how embarrassed you were. He pushed himself off against the wall towards you and he gently placed his hands on your hips. His nose softly brushed over your cheek and nose. You felt his lips on yours only for a moment. Your arm snaked around his neck, pulling his lips against yours as soon as they left. As the kiss got more passionate he pulled your entire body against his.

As you parted Garreth had a cheeky smile plastered on his face. “You do know I’m gonna tell everyone that we’re a thing, right?” You rolled your eyes. “We’re a thing?” You asked playfully. “Oh, yeah, we definitely are.” Garreth said right before he pulled you in for a deep and loving kiss.

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Drabble:

(Trigger warnings eating disorder and child abuse)

Harry Potter has many strange talents.

Despite his poor eyesight, Harry hears better than all of his peers. He can recognize everyone's voice, footsteps, and even their breathing from sometimes an entire floor away.

Dean outright calls him a liar and says that it was impossible until Harry proves it to them over and over again. Once, he was able to warn them when Snape was getting close so they could all settle down just in time before he came into the classroom.

Sometimes, he can even tell people apart from the way they smell. Ron laughs at him and calls him a dog which starts a game of hide and seek to see if Harry could smell where they were hiding.

Harry didn't need to smell them, they were breathing too loud. Of course, when it was Harry's turn to hide, he was much better than any of them. He's had years of practice. Dudley and his gang's favorite game was Harry Hunting of course.

It took Fred and George casting an accio charm on his glasses for them to figure out he had climbed further up the tree than anyone else had dared to go.

He was also really good at hiding things. Sometimes it was a quill when he needed an extra one for class. Other times, it was his socks because he knew Ron liked to take them after he forgot to wash his own again.

Usually, though, it was food.

He would sneak things into his pockets during breakfast or lunch and hide them in his trunk during the night. He never had an opportunity to eat any of it, there was always enough food at Hogwarts, but it was nice to know it was there anyways.

Professor Quirrel actually caught him in the act. He saw the man lock eyes with him during dinner sneaking as he snuck roll into his pocket, and Harry thought he would get points taken off. But when nothing happened, he did it again, and again not fearing that the man saw him.

The Professor kept a close eye on him after that. Quirrel noticed how Harry always knew he was coming even when he put on a disillusionment charm on himself. He noticed how Harry kept a close eye on his own things and was wary of the people around him.

He also noticed how careful Harry was when he ate and made sure that each bite was carefully portioned and his pockets were full before he went to bed.

Harry was starting to get nervous. He didn't think he was doing anything too wrong. Sure the things he did was a little odd but it wasn't worth the obsession over him. There were many more interesting things like how Ron could win every chess match he played or how Hermione knew the answer to everything.

In the end, Quirrel never spoke to him about it. He never got the chance with Harry turning him to ash with his bare hands.

Another odd thing he could do.

It wasn't until he saw the memories of Tom Riddle years later, that he understood why. It wasn't Quirrels interest in him, it was Voldemort's

Tom Riddle could also knew who was coming just by the sound of their footsteps or by their breathing.

Tom Riddle also hid food in his trunk every night and found it difficult to stop even when he knew there would be more food the next day.

Dumbledore once told him "It's not how you are alike, it's how you are not." But looking at him, all these years later, Harry thought maybe Dumbledore was talking more to himself than to Harry. The guilt weighing on the old man's mind might be becoming too much and he is looking for an excuse to not find blame with himself.

Harry Potter has many talents, and so did Tom Riddle.

In the end, none of them would be enough to save them from their fates.

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NSFW ALPHABET - DRACO MALFOY

MATURE, Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Sexual content, Mentions of nudity

NOT PROOFREAD

A = Aftercare: Draco didn't really grow up with his parents loving each other so I feel as though he's a little bit set off from the whole caring part, but he can for sure learn. I have this theory that his first girlfriend broke up with him after he didn't give her any aftercare and he was confused as hell until the boys explained the importance of comfort after sex, after that he totally learnt how to take care of someone after having his way with them. He's definitely the type to lay with you in the bed after and accio you something to eat or drink if you need it, but don't ask him to leave the bed, that's where the line ends.

B = Body part: He likes his abs and stomach quite a lot, he's a bit insecure about his skin as people constantly call him pale and pasty, but he's learned to like it. For his partner, I think he would enjoy their face the most, like yes this man does like a nice rack but I think he'd appreciate facial beauty more.

C = Cum: Too scared of getting someone pregnant and having to explain it to his parents so he'd pull out, even with spells he's just too cautious, he does like to finish in your mouth though and watch you swallow.

D = Dirty Secret: He'd let you do anything you wanted to him, as long as you're with him he's totally cool about it, would be down to try anything if you asked him too. He does lie to his friends and say that he's constantly the dom in the relationship, but the truth is he enjoys when you take control and let's you do it quite often.

E = Experience: Draco uses sex to deal with pent up anger and emotions so he's had quite a lot of meaningless hookups, he knows what he's doing and he does it well, he's not the best out of his friends but he's still very skilled at what he does, if he needs help with anything he tends to ask Theo as he knows he'll keep quite and give him an honest answer.

F = Favourite Position: LOVES when you ride him, mans a little princess when it comes to sex, he likes his pleasure to be put above your own and enjoys watching you do your thing on top of him. When he takes control it's mainly from behind with his hand in your hair pulling your chest to meet him, he likes the reaction this position receives from you.

G = Goofy: Not one to crack jokes during, he takes this time as a serious moment to show you what he's made of, he's putting all his emotions into this and to be honest his emotions are the most jolly so he really has nothing to laugh about.

H = Hair: He takes good care of himself, they are semi naked in the quidditch boys changing rooms constantly so he's learned that the majority of his classmates have their well shaven and has since taken on board the burden of cleaning up his own. He prefers a clean shaven woman, won't turn you down if you're not but is less likely to go down on you.

I = Intimacy: Sometimes he can be romantic, it's not a rare sight but it's harder to come across, when you startle him or pull him aside for a quick session he's definitely the type to whisper sweet nothings into your ear, but when he really needs to get something off his chest and finds you as a hole to fill, he's definitely not going to be telling you how much he loves you - but you know he does love you of course, he'll reassure you of it after.

J = Jack Off: Anywhere, everywhere, dawg gets a hard on when he's stressed so he's constantly bricked up and in need of some release, doesn't normally come to you as it's quite excessive and doesn't want to bother you, even though we both know you'd be down for a few more rounds per day, he's not too sure of it.

K = Kink: He's really into the whole stomach bulge stuff, he places his hand on his lower stomach to make sure he can feel himself as he thrusts into you, something about it just happens to stroke his ego.

L = Location: He has a reputation to uphold so it's a little harder to get him to go anywhere but the safety of his dorm, but when you finally convince him you'll be surprised with the places this man wants to go. One time he took you guys to the great hall after hours and fucked you on the slytherin table, and another while drunk he snuck you both into his enemies dorm and had his way with you on his bed, this man has no limit for where as long as no one finds out.

M = Motivation: Anything and everything, but God does he like to see your ass peaking out from under your skirt or shorts, or the way your nipples poke through your shirt when you're cold, he'd do anything to take you there and then if he could.

N = NO: Not in the manor, nowhere near his parents, if they find out you're both completely and utterly fucked, and not in a good way

O = Oral: He's more a receiver than a giver, head is his favourite thing, he likes to place his thumb on your cheek to feel his dick poking at it, and he likes the way your lips wrap around his cock. He's not at all bad at giving though, he just finds it to be a strenuous activity and it tires out his tongue.

P = Pace: He's a pretty fast guy, fucks like a rabbit and looks like a ferret, amen.

Q = Quickie: Could go for a thousand quickies per day if you asked him to, he likes to pull you aside and into a broom closet when he knows no one is around, but he's more into spending time with you wrapped together under a sheet.

R = Risk: He'll try anything once, as long as it doesn't involve either of you going to the infirmary and having to fill in a form on why you're there, he'll try it.

S = Stamina: He can go for a couple of rounds, but you will both be dripping in sweat by the end of it and in desperate need for a shower, he only goes for more than one if Blaise is staying in someone else's dorm for the night, otherwise the poor dude will have to put up with an aroma of sex while he sleeps.

T = Toy: He's not that into toys but he will incorporate other things like food, ice, his tie to tie you up with or muffle you with, other than that he feels like toys are against him and not with him, and he doesn't like competition.

U = Unfair: He's impatient so he'd rather fuck you once and then tease you after, he's into overstimulation if it's happening to you.

V = Volume: He moans and groans, sometimes even louder than you, and sometimes just for dramatic effect so other people can hear. He loves it when you're loud though, once again stroking his ego.

W = Wild Card: One time he had sex with this girl in front of the fireplace late at night in the common room and someone came in so she hid herself while he just placed a cushion over his dick and called it a day, awkwardly standing up to apologise to the person who had come in and try to explain his predicament but luckily it was just Lorenzo.

X = X-Ray: He's big, somehow very good at hiding it, but he's quite defensive when people make little pp jokes towards him.

Y = Yearning: High sex drive, 'nuff said

Z = ZZZ: He sleeps like a baby afterwards, you will have a hard time waking him up after he's finished for the day and ready to hop off into his dreams, most likely about his parents finding out about his sexual endeavours, if that happens, he'll wake up in a cold sweat and you'll have to do round 3/4 to help calm him down.