#blaize gets an ask

[violets-and-books]

Boy do I have a surprise for you in FH.

You wanna read my smut?

Well, we have smut now. Punch me.

Bro-

Okay. Sure. It's you're fic, go for it

It better be soft smut, though, after all the shit these boys have gone through

[tootiecakes234]

Katsuki Bakugo “Is the type of boyfriend” that:

Flicks you on the forehead when you’re not paying attention or saying something stupid.

Kisses you on the forehead in the morning before he leaves out, but does it so lightly to make sure he doesn’t disturb you.

Doesn’t even realize that he brings you up in conversation quite frequently no matter the topic at hand.

Keeps his phone volume on full blast when you’re out with your friends just in case something happens and he needs to get to you.

Complains that your friends are always at your house but is also always emerged in the gossip between you guys and give each of them advise when they ask for it.

Intimidates any man who looks even the least bit interested in you because that ass is his.

Gets upset and nags you because you haven’t eaten all day while in the kitchen fixing something for you to eat now, even if it’s 12 at night.

Sometimes gets overwhelmed and forgets anniversaries but after disappointing you once or twice has started adding them to his calendar so that never happens again.

Takes you on a week long vacation at least once a year and absolutely spoils you. He is vacay Kats and it’s all sweet words, good food, and cute gifts.

Uses you as a guinea pig in the kitchen when he’s experimenting with new recipes and flavors.

Loves to workout with you and lifts extra weight when you do because he’s trying to show off for you.

That works too much and too hard so you are his safe place. The person he goes to for warmth and love after those grueling hours.

Never takes the time he gets with you for granted because it’s his favorite use of his free time.

Loves receiving love through physical touch and words of affirmation but gives love through gift giving and quality time.

Is soft only for you💕

* I’m going to do one of these for Gojo, Kirishima and Nanami and maybe 1 other so comment who else you wanna see😇

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[chloe-skywalker]

Not Okay - Draco Malfoy

Draco x Fem!reader

Harry Potter x sister reader

Warnings: the Umbridge torture, mental health?

Word count: 1,384

Summary: After being late to class by only a few minutes Y/n got detention with Umbridge. Y/n tries to hide her hand from Draco, Y/n’s boyfriend, who is not pleased when he finds out. Harry isn’t either.

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“Hey Y/n.” Blaize greeted the Slytherin female Potter as she came and sat down next to Draco at their house table for dinner. Although it was very noticeable she wasn’t in her normal mood. It seemed more solemn than anything. The complete opposite of her normal demeanor.

Y/n gave their friends a barely there smile as she sat, staying unusually quiet.

“You okay, love?” Draco asked quietly enough that only she could hear him, knowing if something, anything was wrong he’d be the one she’d tell. Blaize, Pansy, Vincent and Gregory all went on with their own conversations leaving it to Draco to find out what was wrong or had happened.

“Hmmmhmmm” She hummed and nodds, but as she looked at Draco he didn’t see the normal spark in her eye’s.

Draco didn’t really believe her but dropped it for now so they could continue with their dinner. But he kept glancing at her with concern.

Our time Y/n seemed to go back to normal, till she got detention for not being to class early this time. She was starting to think maybe Umbridge had something against her.

She was getting detentions for doing nothing wrong. So Y/n was convinced the older woman had something against her.

It was getting increasingly hard to hide her hand from others, and her classmates and friends had noticed her retreating into herself. But they didn’t know why, and Y/n was to worried if she told them Umbridge would find out and that would make things worse.

But Draco had taken notice of Y/n’s bandaged hand, along with the changes in her behavior. And it worried him, Draco Malfoy cared about her more than he’d ever tell anyone. So seeing Y/n become quiet, depressed, and just folding in on herself.

He couldn’t take it anymore when he noticed the new bandage on her hand. Draco grabbed y/n by the wrist and pulled her away from their group in the library studying and out towards the hallway. But upon seeing how many students were standing around still Draco decided to take them into an empty unused classroom, once he closed the door before Y/n could question him he walked right up to her and started unwrapping her hand.

Once it’s unwrapped Draco and y/n go silent, Y/n watches him take in the bloody cravings on her hand. But Y/n couldn’t hold it for long. Tears started welling up in her eyes and spilling over and down her cheeks. Which quickly turned into uncontrollable sob’s.

Draco immediately pulled her into his comforting arms, holding her tightly. “Please tell me what’s going on. How’d you get those-...”

Draco couldn’t even finish saying it as he gulped the rest of his words down.

“Nothing. Nothings going on.” Y/n shook her head even though she was pretty sure he wouldn’t believe her. Not after seeing her hand and witnessing her emotional burst.

“Y/n please.” He pleads, pulling out of the hug to look her in the eye’s, hoping to convince her.

When Y/n stays silent Draco allow’s his mind to think of possibilities and that's when he realized. It all started after her first unwarranted detention with Umbridge.

“Did she do this?!” Draco asked louder and with more anger in his voice than he meant to. But he was pissed now.

Draco and y/n are more than friends but they’ve never put an official label on their relationship either.

Y/n just stared at Draco with more tears building, although she tried to tell him with her eyes that he was right. And Draco caught on pulling her back into him, holding her tighter as she started crying again silently this time holding Draco closer to her.

“I’ll protect you, Love. Promise.” Draco felt his heart clench at hearing her cry. But in truth he didn’t know what to do. But he knew someone who might have a better idea than he does.

After Y/n calmed down enough and was done crying into Draco the two left and went to the rest of their classes. They had only missed a free period luckily, but later when they were headed to dinner Draco made an excuse that he needed to do something first. Noticing Y/n’s nervous expression at his words he squeezed her hand to assure her that he wouldn’t be gone from her side for long.

One they were no longer near him Draco walked over to the Gryffindor table.

“What do you want, Malfoy?” Ron spat, sending a glare to the platinum haired Slytherin.

“I need to speak with Harry. Not that it’s any of your business Weasley.” Draco responded before looking to the male Potter. When he noticed Harry looked wary of what he would want to talk to him about, Draco looked down and whispered in his ear. “It’s about your sister.”

Once Harry heard that he nodded and got up from the bench seat and followed Draco out of the  great hall.

“What about my sister?” Harry asked once they were in the empty hall. Harry assumed for privacy.

“Umbridge is abusing her in detention.” Draco told the brunette boy with a serious look hoping he’d get the gravity of the situation.

“What do you mean?” Harry furrowed his brow not knowing what Draco was talking about.

“Merlin Potter! I know you hate Slytherins but do you not notice anything?!” He glared, yelling at Harry. Draco knew the twin’s being sorted into different houses strained their relationship. Especially since Y/n was sorted into Slytherin. But doesn’t understand how he couldn’t notice how his sister has been hurting so badly.

“I don’t hate my sister even though she’s in Slytherin!” Harry argued back, glaring at Draco. He didn’t hate his sister even though she was sorted into a snake's den. But because of their different houses they didn’t end up interacting as much as they’d like.

“Then pay attention to her and what’s going on with her!” Draco was pissed. How could he not have noticed?

Silence between the two was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Both boys trying to calm themselves before speaking again. 

Both care so much for Y/n Potter, just in different ways.

“Have you seen her hand?” Draco asked, less anger in his voice now since it was filled with concern.

“I’ve seen the bandage.” Harry nodds confused on what his sister's hand had to do with anything.

“Have you seen what’s underneath?” Draco sighs at Harry’s lack of awareness.

Harry shook his head now even more confused but also concerned. With his admittance of not knowing Draco went on to explain everything he had gotten out of Y/n earlier and put together after her crying rambles. He told him all about Umbridge's punishments.

“How do we stop it?” Harry asked the platinum blonde Slytherin. Both boys trying to control their emotions on the sensitive subject.

“I don’t know.” Draco sighed, feeling defeated.

“We’ll have to figure something out. Protect her somehow.” Harry sighed, feeling exactly like Draco. How are they supposed to protect her from a staff adult member of their school that should know better?

“Agreed” Draco nodded in agreement. With it all said and disgusted they both went and entered the great hall again. 

As they went to go to their respective house tables Harry turned and called out quietly, since they weren’t to far away yet. “Draco.”

“Potter?” Draco turned around confused.

“Thanks. For looking out for her and for caring.” Harry gave him an appreciative nodd, for looking after Y/n even if they didn’t get along.

Draco nodded back in a sort of ‘your welcome’.

If he only knew how much he really cared about his sister. The two had been dating for years but never put a label on things because they have kept it a secret. But between them was a spoken agreement that they were romantically involved with each other. Y/n was afraid of Harry’s judgment if they outed their relationship, but with Harry’s words of thanks to Draco for looking out for and caring for her he wondered if he either already knows or wouldn’t really care if he found out.

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[theostrophywife]

the christmas special | the slytherin boys.

author's note: a cute collection of christmas activities that each of the boys would do with you. consider this as my gift to all of you. merry christmas pookies ✨

BLAISE

during first year, you and blaise established a tradition of pranking your friends with elf on a shelf.

some of your most notable accomplishments were: placing your little elf friend on all of the cigarette butts that theo had a horrible habit of littering with and placing it on his desk while the elf smoked one of his fancy expensive italian cigs that he saves for special occasions.

for mattheo, blaise took an action figure and smeared it in red food dye to commemorate all of the fights he seemed to get himself into.

for draco, you slipped a tiny amount of purple dye in his shampoo which turned his hair lavender for an entire week.

for enzo, blaise ransacked his honeydukes stash and left a mountain of wrappers on his bed.

for regulus, you replaced his sleakeasy potion with plain old water, which made his pretty curls frizz up like he'd been electrocuted.

neither one of you were stupid enough to prank tom. that was a one way ticket to an avada.

this year, though, blaise flipped the game on you.

you woke up in your dorm surrounded by flowers and balloons with the elf sitting at the edge of your bed, holding a note that said: call me a christmas, because i'm already wrapped up in you — b.

you chuckled as you read the note. your door swung open, revealing a grinning blaise.

"i thought you might like that one. i have plenty of others, though."

"is that so, zabini? well, let's hear them then."

"are you a christmas tree? because I’m really pining fir you."

"wanna feel my ugly christmas sweater? it's made out of boyfriend material."

you burst into a fit of laughter, making blaise grin. "and my personal favorite, the star may be on top of the tree but you can be the star on top of me."

"blaize zabini, you are ridiculously adorable."

"yeah? did my efforts work then? wanna grab some hot cocoa with your favorite person?"

"oh? is draco free?" you chuckled at the sight of blaise's frown. "i'm kidding, blaise. now come on, i need a sweet treat. besides you, of course."

DRACO

draco was ridiculously competitive, which was a trait that you usually found endearing in your boyfriend, but he was definitely taking this gingerbread house competition to another level.

you had never seen draco so concentrated, measuring each piece with his wand and spreading the icing with such careful precision.

"we're going to win this year, I just know it." he said, his pink tongue poking out of the side of his mouth as he secured the roof over your gingerbread house.

"it's not about winning, babe. it's about having fun!"

"fun?" draco asked incredelously. "no, darling, this is about crushing riddle underneath my boot, which I suppose is my own version of fun."

"oi! I heard that malfoy," mattheo complained.

"sorry matty, dray's gone full psycho." you teased, pinching your boyfriend's cheek. "I think it's rather cute though."

"you'd be the only one," theo said with an eye roll.

"don't hate, nott. where's your house anyways?"

theo shrugged while mattheo snorted. "notty boy here got too high and ate the entire thing."

you chuckled. "well, that's less competition for you and I, dray."

"good," draco said with a pleased smile. "now come on, darling. I want you to put on the finishing touch."

you nodded, taking the gumdrops from your boyfriend's hands and sticking them around the perimeter of the house. draco surveyed your hard work, really the only work he let you do since he was so adamant on building the entire thing from scratch.

"it's perfect, love."

"blimey," enzo said, cocking his head at the house. "you two really went all out this year."

tom scoffed. "it's architecturally inaccurate."

you rolled your eyes at the older riddle. "well, we couldn't exactly replicate everything, but i'd say dray did a fantastic job on his house."

"our house, darling," draco corrected. "or at least it will be soon enough."

"is that malfoy manor?" regulus asked.

"precisely," draco confirmed with a proud smile. he looped an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss against your cheek. "and i've got the future lady of the manor right by my side."

you giggled, leaning into your boyfriend's touch. "lady of the manor? hmm, I like the sound of that, dray."

ENZO

every year, enzo looked forward to ice skating on the frozen banks of the black lake.

he was terrible at it, but it only made it that much more endearing.

you remembered the first time he dragged you out into the cold during first year, talking your ear off about how excited he was for this time of year.

along with you and enzo, the rest of your friends joined in on the fun. mattheo and theo were absolute menaces on ice, while regulus and draco made a whole competition out of it. pansy and blaise were content to watch in the safety of their enchanted tent, sipping hot chocolate in peace.

over the years, enzo had gotten a little bit better, but he was still a little shaky on the ice. he never minded though since you were always there to hold his hand while you patiently skated around the rink with him at a glacial pace.

you weren't that great at skating either. or so he thought.

until the two of you were chatting, keeping to the makeshift wooden rails at the edge of the lake, when mattheo and theo came barreling past.

"watch out, y/n!"

you clocked the two menaces skating past you at full speed and made a rather complicated maneuver that enzo couldn't have even dreamed of landing.

"oh my god," enzo exclaimed. "are you alright? and what was that? that little twirl and land combo? I thought you couldn't skate, honey."

you smiled sheepishly, cheeks warming at enzo's nickname for you. "it's called an axel jump. I may have told a little fib when I said I couldn't skate..."

"I can see that, love," enzo said with a chuckle. "why would you pretend that you couldn't skate?"

"I didn't want you to feel left out," you admitted shyly. "the boys are always showing off and I don't know, it was kind of nice just to take it slow with you."

"you did that for me?" enzo asked as a grin spread across his face. "i like taking it slow with you too, y/n. I look forward to it every year."

"and here I thought you just really liked the ice and snow."

"are you kidding? I hate the cold," enzo replied, shivering. "but I like when you old my hand and lead me around the rink. and I also like it when you make us hot cocoa with extra marshmallows after. I just like you, honey."

you beamed. "I like you too, enz."

enzo smiled in return, kissing the tip of your frost kissed nose. "now come on, love. show me that move again. it was hot."

MATTHEO

"babe, we're supposed to decorate the cookies not eat them all," you teased, snatching a snow shaped cookie out of your boyfriend's hands.

"but they taste so good," mattheo said with a pout. he flashed his big, brown eyes at you, fishing for sympathy. "you know I can't resist sweet things. why do you think i'm dating you?"

you chuckled at his cheekiness. "nice try, matty. but we have to decorate the cookies first and then you can have a bite."

"oh, i'll have a bite alright," you squealed as he tugged you flush against him, pulling you in for a not so innocent kiss. "there. that should hold me over for a few minutes. at least, long enough to decorate."

you shook your head and handed him the cookies and icing. mattheo hummed, bumping against your hip every so often as the two of you began decorating.

despite his complaints, mattheo's cookies turned out way better than yours.

"how are you doing that?" you asked, staring at the perfect piping on his snowflake.

"it's easy, princess. here, let me show you." mattheo slotted himself behind you, his big hands enveloping yours as he attempted to guide you in replicating his design.

"real smooth, matty. this is just an excuse to wrap your arms around me, isn't it?"

"hmm, no i'm genuinely trying to help."

you raised a brow, backing against his crotch. matty released a low groan. "is that a candy cane or are you just happy to see me, baby?"

"all i'm saying is that i'm more than happy to give you a white christmas, princess."

with a giggle, you turned around and pulled him down to you by the front of his cheesy christmas sweater. his lips met yours in an eager kiss, sighing softly into your mouth. as the sweet taste of icing coated your tongue, you chuckled.

"really, baby? you didn't even last a half hour before sneaking a taste."

"you're lucky I haven't bent you over this table yet, mi amor." his low, husky voice sent shivers down your spine.

"on second thought, i'm not opposed to having that sweet treat a little early."

mattheo smirked. those big, brown eyes were nearly black as he lifted you onto the counter, big hands roaming underneath your sweater as his lips attached themselves to your neck.

"I was hoping you'd say that, my little snowflake." you squealed as he pulled you towards him, smirking as he knelt before you. “let’s put you on the naughty list tonight, y/n.”

“I don’t mind, matty. I know you’ll make me feel real nice.”

“damn right, baby.”

REGULUS

you and regulus had not planned on getting this drunk.

the game plan was to tackle decorating the common room with ample snacks, spiked eggnog, and a classic christmas playlist.

you hadn't accounted for reggie's heavy hand when it came to making drinks.

"how much rum did you put in this thing, reg?" you asked between giggles, wrapping tinsel around yourself like a makeshift scarf. "i'm really feeling it now and we're only halfway done."

"hmm, dunno, I kind of just eyeballed it." regulus responded, dangling two emerald ornaments through his ears. "I also may have nicked the bottle from malfoy. he's going to throw an absolute fit when he finds out."

"my father will hear about this!" you exclaimed, repeating draco's iconic line. "how dare you put your peasant lips on my vintage rum?"

regulus snickered, clutching his sides. "don't make me laugh, love. i'm already smashed enough as it is."

"honestly, that's what they get for making us decorate all by ourselves."

"hmm, I don't mind. at least I got to spend more time with you."

you chuckled. "we're already attached at the hip as it is."

regulus raised a brow, pulling you in by your wrist. he stood to his full height and spun you around in a circle before catching you in his arms. "are you trying to say you're tired of me, ma chérie?"

"never. you know you're my favorite person, reggie."

"you're my favorite, too." regulus murmured, his green eyes softening as he swayed. music played softly in the background as he pulled you closer. "dance with me?"

you giggled. "we're smashed, reggie. what if I trudge on your toes?"

"you do that sober anyways," regulus teased. "just humor me, please, y/n?"

you nodded, smiling softly as regulus led you into a waltz. despite his drunkenness, reggie was still the elegant dancer that he always was. it was in that aristocratic black blood, you supposed.

as you swayed in his arms, regulus pressed his forehead against yours, his pretty curls tickling your nose as he smiled. "tu es l'amour de ma vie."

"what does that mean, reg?"

"it means that there's no one else i'd rather get drunk and decorate with besides you. merry christmas, y/n."

you beamed, rising to your tiptoes and kissing his nose. "merry christmas, reggie."

THEO

playing white elephant with your friends was chaotic, to say the least. the annual tradition almost always ended in tears and sometimes even blood.

this time around, you were the one most likely to draw blood.

"that's not fair!" you exclaimed, crossing your arms and glaring at draco. "you only want the heated blanket because I want it. you probably have a thousand fur throws, malfoy!"

draco smirked as he wrapped the white, fluffy blanket around his shoulders. "yes, but I stole this one. from you. that makes it special."

the shit-eating grin he flashed at you was enough to push you over the edge. "i'm going to skin you, you little ferret. give me back my blanket—"

"oh no you don't, dolcezza." a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist and held you back from lunging at draco. theo hauled you over his shoulder and set you down on the sofa.

"don't manhandle me, teddy!"

theo bit back a grin as you huffed in indignation. he knelt before you, tapping your nose. "you're being bad, little missy. i'm putting you in time out."

"i'm not a child!" you responded, frowning at your best friend. "besides, draco started it. he stole my bloody blanket!"

"yes, but that's no excuse for violence, is it bella?"

"theodore, you literally bit enzo for taking your gift last year."

"I never claimed to be perfect."

you rolled your eyes, which only made theo chuckle. "tell you what. if you promise not to maim malfoy, i'll buy you as many heated blankets as you want." you raised a brow, clearly unimpressed with the offer. "i'll even throw in some hot chocolate and cuddles. the complete teddy package. sound good?"

"okay," you said with a sigh. "but only cause you asked nicely."

theo smiled and kissed your forehead. "good girl. now come on, pans made spiked eggnog."

thirty minutes later, you were curled up on the sofa with theo. you yawned, blinking slowly at whatever mattheo was supposed to be enacting for christmas charade. he was either doing something very vulgar or riding a sleigh. you could never really tell with matty.

"getting sleepy, bella?" theo asked, poking his nose against yours.

"mhm," you murmured, burrowing yourself into theo's neck. he smelled like cigarettes and pine. "will you carry me to bed, teddy?"

"course," theo replied as he kissed your temple. "don't you want to bring your blanket, though?"

you blinked in confusion, but smiled when theo presented you with the fluffy, white heated blanket. "you got it back for me?"

"draco and I made a deal," theo confirmed as he wrapped the blanket around your shoulders.

"threatening to throw me off of the astronomy tower if I don't give you the blanket does not constitute as a deal, theodore," malfoy said with a frown.

theo waved him off as he scooped you into his arms. "the important thing is, you've got your blanket back."

you wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled. "you're the best, teddy."

"anything for you, tesoro." theo murmured softly as he climbed up the stairs with you in his arms.

"wait!" mattheo exclaimed. "you're under the mistletoe." he pointed to the small sprig hanging atop the alcove you were currently under. "that means you two have to kiss."

theo flushed, his gaze dropping to your lips as he shifted nervously. "we don't have to, bella—" the words died in his throat as you tugged at the front of his sweater, dragging his lips down to yours.

the kiss was soft and sweet and you melted into theo like the missing piece of a puzzle finally slotting into place after years and years of pining and yearning.

you smiled as theo blinked slowly, those pretty eyes brimming with love and adoration. "you—I—wow," he breathed.

"c'mon, teddy. you promised me cuddles." you chuckled, brushing your thumb over his lips. "and kisses too?"

theo grinned. "kisses too, amorina."

TOM

tom had never really been a big fan of the holidays.

he certainly had no interest in taking part in something as childish as secret santa.

yet the second he heard that you were participating, tom was suddenly the first one to toss his name in the ring.

by luck of the draw (he threatened enzo who was the one to actually pick your name to switch), tom got you this year and even he had to admit that he was excited to exchange gifts.

the annual slytherin christmas party was the usual sensory nighmare of tom's dreams, but he soldiered through the incessant chattering, itchy wool jumper, and heavy handed spiked hot chocolate. all because of you.

"are you having fun, pumpkin?"

tom's brow quirked at the nickname, but made no protest as you sidled up next to him. on anyone else, the red velvet dress with white fur trim, ornament earrings, and christmas lights necklace would've looked tacky, but for some reason, tom found it quite endearing on you.

"it's not horrible," tom conceded.

"not horrible? why, thomas, that's almost a compliment."

"don't push your luck, doll."

you chuckled as you looped your arm through his. "wouldn't dream of it," you responded cheekily. "now come tommy, it's time for secret santa."

tom watched as the rest of the group exchanged gifts. more accurately, he watched you clap and cheer at every gift that youy friends opened. the look of genuine joy on your face was almost cracked a smile out of him.

he supposed it wasn't such a terrible thing to endure.

"your turn, y/n," pansy said.

all eyes were on you as you took your gift from the pile, carefully unwrapping the pretty green and silver paper. tom fought the urge to grin as you took the black silk ribbon off of the box and tied your hair back with it.

you pulled out the first gift, which was a set of fresh coloured inkpots from france that you religiously used to write your notes with.

"oh my god, these are my favorite! and I just ran out too," you exclaimed excitedly.

the next gift were a pair of the high heeled boots tom had caught you staring at in hogsmeade. you were convinced that your feet would get too cold in them and that they'd hurt your feet, so tom charmed them to be comfortable and warm, which you discovered with delight when you pulled them on.

"i love them! i'm going to wear them all the time."

you peered into the box, which contained one last gift. a pretty pink leather bound journal that had your initials scrawled in gold ink on the cover. your eyes immediately snapped up to tom's.

"how fancy," pansy said. "any guesses on who your secret santa is, y/n?"

"tommy!" you said with a grin. "i've only complained to him a thousand times about running out of my coloured ink and he was with me when I was eyeing these shoes in the village." you hugged the journal to your chest, smiling shyly at him. "and I told him how much I liked his fancy journal."

"now we can match, doll."

"thank you, thank you, thank you," you said excitedly, enveloping tom in a tight hug. the rest of the group looked on curiously, smirking amongst themselves at the fact that tom allowed the gesture. if it were anyone else, tom probably would've hexed them within an inch of their life.

"does that mean you like it, y/n?"

"no," you said, still maintaining a death grip around his neck. "i love it, tom. it's perfect. you're perfect, pumpkin."

tom blinked as you leaned forward and kissed his cheek. your cherry lip gloss branded his skin, but he didn't mind one bit. he would wear the mark proudly.

"do my eyes deceive me?" mattheo crooned. "are you blushing, brother?"

"aw, how cute. pumpkin’s got a little crush," theo added.

tom glared at both boys. "you have two seconds to run."

mattheo and theo both looked at each other before taking off in the opposite direction.

"really, tommy?" you teased, giggling.

"they're being twats."

"such a grumpy little grinch," you exclaimed, tapping his nose. "at least let me give you your gift before you maim the boys."

"can I have a hint?"

"let's just say you and nagini will be warm and cozy this christmas," you said with a devious smile. "I made the two of you matching jumpers!"

"you better be joking, doll."

"oh, i'm as serious as a heart attack, tommy.” tom scowled as you slipped your fingers through his. "but don't worry, you get more than one gift tonight."

"you're lucky you're cute, y/n."

you chuckled, standing on your tiptoes to press a matching kiss on his other cheek. "yeah, but not nearly as cute as you, pumpkin."

[beansmack2021]

Golden Era w/ Prompt 10

Y/N is a Gryffindor who'd managed to befriend the Slytherin boys (Mattheo, Enzo, Theodore, Draco, and Blaize). They're all in Defense Against The Dark Arts during Year 4 and Mad-Eye Moody pulls out the Boggart Closet.

"Please, don't leave me alone"

"Alright everyone," Professor Alastor Moody grunted while pushing a tall cabinet into the middle of the room, "gather around." The cabinet had a thick chain and heavy padlock holding the doors closed, but it seemed that they could barely hold back whatever was inside the cabinet.

"What do we know about Boggarts?" Hermione's hand shot up immediately. "Yes, Miss Granger?"

"A Boggart is a household spirit. It's shape-shifting non-being that can take on the shape of the observers worst fear. The first known sighting of a Boggart-" Proffesor Moody cut her off very quickly. "Thank you, Miss Granger. We don't need a history lesson today." Hermione was bright red and there were a few chuckles.

"Sir, Professor Lupin introduced us to the Boggart last year."

"I'm aware, Mr. Potter. Though his method of teaching was a bit... Riddikulus," there were laughs and groans throughout the group with that one.

"Great, this Professor will be even more moronic than the last." Y/N elbowed Draco, which earned her a scowl. Of course, Professor Moody happened to hear his snide comment and called Draco up first. Y/N wasn't really surprised to see the Boggart morph into Lucius Malfoy. Draco quickly pulled out his wand and let out a panicked "Riddikulus".

"No way in hell am I gonna be doing this today", Mattheo murmured, and of course Y/N understood why. She knew just who would appear before Mattheo, and didn't know if anyone in the class would be ready for that.

When the Boggart-Lucius's clothes changed to a frilly dress and his cane to a big lollipop, everyone was cracking up. The laughter was short-lived, however, as Professor Moody quickly pushed the Boggart back into the cupboard, locked it, and turned around furiously.

"No! If you can't manage to face your fears without using magic, then you'll never survive in yhe Wizarding World! Someone else!"

Y/N raised her hand to ask how they were supposed to face the Boggart if they couldn't use their magic, but Moody took it a different way.

"Miss L/N, thank you for volunteering."

"No, sir, I just had a-", he ignored her, waving her up to the front of the room and turning to unlock the closet again. Y/N had no choice but to face her own Boggart. She walked slowly to the front of the room, feeling the eyes following her. She tried to plant herself as Moody quickly backed away from the closet. The doors remained shut for a moment, even after the lock came off. They suddenly slammed open, eliciting several shrieks and making Y/N jump.

Though the doors were now open, nothing came out. Y/N could hear murmuring behind her, people asking why nothing was coming out, why nothing had happened. Then, she felt it.

A cold gust of wind, unintelligible whispers in her ear. There was the faintest outline of a smokey figure beside her. She turned, trying to get a glimpse at it, but it vanished before she could see it. She felt the same cold behind her and turned. She could just barely make out the face of the person the Boggart had chosen to appear as.

"Mom", Y/N breathed. She tried to reach out, but the figure backed away and vanished. She turned quickly, trying to find her, but instead saw her father. "Dad?" He, too, vanished. She tried to look to her classmates, tried to see if anyone else could see the ghostly figures, but everyone was gone.

"Hello? Is anyone here?"

Mattheo had had a feeling something would go wrong during the day since the moment he'd woken up. It was a dreadful feeling that rested in the pit of his stomach, and it only grew the closer they got to the Defense Against the Dark Arts room. Something bad was waiting for them on the other side of the door.

He could at least find some solace in the fact that the Slytherins shared that class with the fourth-years of Gryffindor. A certain someone happened to be from their rival house, but that didn't stop him and the others from befriending the kind, (Y/H/C) haired girl.

She and Mattheo met during an assignment they'd been paired for in Potions. They'd had to brew a Calming Draught, and gotten to know each other while perfecting their potion. Mattheo knew there was something special about her, and that he'd wanted to keep her around, so he introduced her to the others and she'd become a regular in his group of friends.

As soon as the bell rang, he hurried from the greenhouses and to the Defense Against the Daek Arts Room. After Professor Moody let Hermione explain what was in the locked closet, Mattheo understood exactly why he'd had a terrible feeling all day. The worst that could happen would be his father appearing before him in front of the entire class. Mattheo had to work hard to convince other students that he was more than just Voldemort's son. If he'd suddenly appeared and offered Mattheo a position beside him before the entire room, that'd all be lost.

Thankfully, Draco was called to the front of the room instead. His father appeared before him, and Mattheo turned to Y/N and mumbled out something about absolutely not going to the front. He felt his heart lift with her quiet chuckle. Class couldn't be so bad with her around.

"Riddikulus!" Lucius Malfoy was suddenly in a puffy dress, holding a comically large lollipop. The class roared with laughter, but it was cut-off by Mad-Eye's angry rambling. He called Y/N to the front of the room and told her she couldn't use her magic to ward off the Boggart. The sinking feeling returned to Mattheo's stomach, along with a searing rage. How was she supposed to defend herself?

At first, it seemed she didn't have to. The door to the closet didn't open for at least thirty seconds, and though it did with a bang, nothing came out. At least, they didn't think anything did. Not until Y/N turned rapidly in ever direction, seemingly seeing something that nobody else could. She turned to face the class, but called out as if she thought nobody else was in the room with her.

"Draco? Enzo? Mattheo?" Each time she said one of their names, she turned in another direction, like she was seeing them in another form. She was nearly unblinking, and couldn't seem to see or hear anyone who was really there. Mattheo shoved through their concerned but unhelpful classmates to the front of the room, just as Y/N sank to her knees.

He grabbed her hand, kneeling beside her, and pulled out his wand. "Riddikulus!" He still couldn't see the Boggart, but he watched Y/N's clouded eyes follow something to the closet before the doors closed themselves. Moody chained and locked the doors together.

Y/N turned to Mattheo, eyes finally clear and seeing, but full of tears. She collapsed into his arms with a sob. "Please, don't leave me alone," she whispered. Blaize, Enzo, Theo and Draco had made their way to the front of the group and Mattheo glanced at them before asking a question he wasn't sure he wanted the answer to.

"What did you see, Y/N?" She was silent for a moment. She took a shaky breath before speaking again. "Please, don't leave me alone."

[sheeple]

Miracles don't exist | 5: The first task

Genre(s): Riddle!reader / Slytherin!reader / kinda slowburn / little happy moments Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x Reader / Harry Potter x Riddle!reader Summary: Being the Dark Lord's daughter and raised under the strict supervision of the Malfoy's is no easy life. Especially if you start crushing on your father's arch-nemesis, Harry Potter. And that while being engaged to one of his follower’s sons. Warning(s): It's a short one lads [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist] [Playlist]

As it turns out, the first task is getting a golden egg from a dragon. Harry told you that Hermione told him that someone told Ron that Hagrid was looking for him because he wanted to show the dragons.

Ron's not speaking to him after the whole school thinks he put his name in the Goblet of Fire. You honestly don't understand why someone would put their name in seeing this.

Krum's running around the stone ring, trying to knock out the dragon with a spell. The Slytherins and Durmstrang boys cheer him on. Draco and his goons wave a banner with Krum's name.

You sigh and look bored around. You feel a tap on your shoulder and see Gjol, Sigge, and Bjarne. Sigge and Bjarne wave while Gjol smiles brightly.

"Exciting, isn't it?" He grins, leaning close so you can hear him above the crowd chanting and the dragon roaring down below.

You give him a small smile that doesn't seem to convince him. He raises his brows and you sigh. "I- just... I can't help but be sorry for those dragons."

This earns a full-on belly laugh from Gjol. "You do not act like the others, do you?"

"How so?", you ask with a smile ─ genuine this time ─ cocking your head to the side in curiosity.

Gjol turns his body towards you, a flirty grin on his face. "Well... You are very considerate of others, even animals. I've seen you always let others go first."

"So, you've been watching me? Bit stalker-ish, innit?" You bite the inside of your bottom lip and look up at him. Gjol's cheeks tint a dusty pink, running a hand through his hair.

"Krum's great, right?" Theodore appears out of nothing with a big but fake smile.

You take a step back from Gjol, not even realising you two have crept close. Gjol seems just as annoyed as he glares at Theodore. 

Your attention gets called towards the pitch as the last champion gets called. Harry. You nervously chew the inside of your cheek as you watch him stumble into the ring, an unsure look on his face. 

Suddenly, the dragon appears and blows its fire at Harry. He ducks just in time behind a rock before he gets scorched. 

Before you can stop yourself, you yell out. "Your wand, Harry! Use your wand!"

He seems to hear you and summons his broomstick, flying away from the dragon. The dragon starts to take off, but the chain holds it back. With a tug, it snaps and the scaley beast takes off after Harry.

Theodore turns towards you with raised eyebrows. "Since when do you call Potter by his first name?"

You cringe both at Theodore's question and the loud roar that comes from the direction of the castle. "I... We're not..." You look in the direction where Harry flew off to, trying to spot him.

After a couple of minutes, the crowd erupts in cheer as Harry flies back on his ─ slightly fried ─ broom. Harry holds up the golden egg with a proud smile.

The cheering and partying for all the contestants continue in the common rooms. The Beauxbatons with the Ravenclaws and the Durmstrang students in the Slytherin dungeons. The Hufflepuff have their own party.

You watch with an amused smile as a handful of girls and boys fawn over Krum while another group tries to butter him up. Your cousin is one of the last ones, not sure if the looks he gives Krum are hundred per cent platonic. He is batting his lashes up at him. It's quite the spectacle.

A sigh leaves your lips as Blaize hoovers around you. At least he's keeping Theodore at bay. He's over at the other side sulking while Millicent babbles to him, not caring if he listens or not.

The second Blaize is distracted by Pansy, you slip out of the common room and sneak towards the astronomy tower, breathing in the crisp November air.

A cold breeze rustles the last remaining leaves on the Whomping Willow. The clouds are thick and illuminate this weird glow. Typical for snow clouds.

You hear the creaking of the stairs behind you and you sigh. Who's next to bother you? Theodore? Draco?

"Harry? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be celebrating with your house?"

Harry shrugs and comes to stand next to you, his back against the railing. "It got a bit too much, you know?"

You lean with your forearms on the railing and nod understandingly. 

"Taking a break from Nott?", he asks after a while.

"You noticed?" You chuckle and shake your head. "It's stupid, believe me."

He slides closer, your arms touching. "Have they made it official yet?"

You shake your head, eyes fixed on the stars as you choose not to answer his question verbally. It feels way too legit if you answer that question.

"Will you be okay if once it will be?"

The question makes you look at him. Really look at him. His hair is wild, pointing in every direction, and his green eyes dart from your face to anywhere else. Harry's cheeks are rosy, but that could be from the cold.

"I just... want to be left alone. All these stupid rules and must-dos make me sick! Once I graduate, I am leaving. Gone." 

Harry looks at you with big eyes, his mouth slightly agape. You huff out harshly and rub a hand over your face. "Sorry", you mutter, "I don't know where that came from..."

"Where would you go?"

Gaze set on the stars, you think for a moment. "Probably North America. I heard the wizarding community is pretty okay there. Or like France or something. And you?" You turn your head to the side, resting your head in the palm of your hand.

"I... I haven't really thought about it. Probably a professional quidditch player. They make okay money, right?"

You shrug. "I don't really understand quidditch, but probably just as good as muggle football players I would guess."

Harry looks at you weirdly, surprised that you know something about muggles.

You push yourself off the railing, a faint smile on your lips. "I'm not that oblivious to muggle culture, Potter. Congrats on first place, by the way", you say before walking down the stairs.

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[mayese]

Winter changes it all - Fourth chapter

Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Synopsis: when your friend needs help, you are willing to help her, no matter what.

Warnings: none

BIG note: hi!! I’ve been away for a long time hahaha I’ve never stopped thinking about this work, and I wrote more chapters, and I think it would be ideal to release more now! Also, I wanted to apologize for the way the reader blows up seemingly just because she couldn’t keep eating breakfast, and I’m sorry for that, but mornings are though to everyone ☕️

Plants on the rescue

A week went by and you were surprised with the number of times you started to meet the twins, most of the time as an accident of course. You started to be comfortable around them, feeling like they were your friends. It´s a shock because, first, they´re Gryffindors. And second, they´re Weasley´s. Sometimes your head hurts when you think too much about it. You were seducing the problems yourself and thought you would regret it. But you were having fun. At least they treated you well and were nice and playful, which was something you liked a lot considering who some of your other friends were and how they acted.

Daphne and Tracy are the only ones you know would be by your side no matter what. Still, you were always alone most of the time, so being with Fred and George made you feel slightly happier, or more comfortable maybe, as if Hogwarts had changed for the better, even if it had changed for the worst after Dumbledore vanished and Umbridge rose to power. And things worsened even more when another one of her rules was hammered against the already full wall. It seemed like she was recruiting people for the Inquisitorial Squad, and you already knew who was going to apply.

"Tomorrow we´ll go to her office," Draco says with a proud smile while Pansy nodded. He wouldn´t shut up for all of the breakfast about Umbridge´s stupid Squad, telling everyone at the table of his plans and basically forcing every Slytherin to do the same, as if. "What do you pretend to do, Greengrass?" Daphne wasn´t paying attention to anything he had just said because she had been much more focused on the Ravenclaw boy she had stayed with a few days ago, becoming the target of Draco´s inquisitory.

"I don´t pretend to join her pathetic little club," she said bleakly, looking him in the eyes before seeping some of her pumpkin juice from her cup, and Malfoy frowned at her answer.

You smirked beside Daphne while you ate the delicious stake, happy that Draco hasn’t bothered to ask you if you would join Umbridge’s club. But he probably knew the answer already. "If the requisite is to have super greasy hair I think he´ll be the first one to be recruited," you whisper to Daphne without looking at her, only hearing her giggle quietly while you smiled. 

The conversation about Umbridge´s squad started to fade away, Daphne continued looking at the boy, Blaize was chatting with Tracy, and Pansy, Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle were talking about what they needed to do to be recruited. Meanwhile, you were eating peacefully in the middle, not sparing a glance at anybody else but your delicious food.

However, you found Blaize´s and Tracy´s chat very interesting when they started to discuss the Quidditch matches that were not far away. You never tried to get on the team because they played so dirty that you felt that if you entered you wouldn´t do anything, you would be bored, probably. But maybe the main reason is that you were unsure of your skills with a broom, and you didn´t feel like getting laughed at if you happened to fall off the broom. So you always watched the games enthusiastically.

You just wish that Umbridge doesn’t touch the Quidditch games with her sharp claws. But for now, the path is clear, and you couldn’t wait for the first match between the Ravenclaws and Gryffindor. You already knew who was probably going to win, but you still liked to cheer for Ravenclaw, quietly of course. Imagine a Slytherin cheering for other houses, not you. At least not out loud.

“Whoever wins we’re going to kick their asses later,” Blaize says with a proud grin to Tracey, and you are sure Tracey’s cheeks reddened a bit.

You looked back at the table, wondering what you were going to eat next for dessert, choosing to take a little bit of apple tart. You dig the spoon on the piece you took and got ready to eat it when Daphne startled you with her sudden call for your name.

“C’mon, I need your help to do an essay,” she said before getting up, but you continued sitting, weirded out by her sudden need for help.

“No! This tart is awesome-“

“Sinclair!” You frowned at her lack of good behavior, quickly eating two or three pieces of the tart before getting up and going away from the table with a furious sigh while she followed you.

When you exit the Great Hall you turned to Daphne, stopping her. “Why the fuck did you do that? You don’t have any essays! And you know how much I love that fucking tart!” Yes, it was a lame excuse to get angry, but today you weren’t in the mood.

If she wanted to talk, she could have said so to you.

“Look, I’m sorry. I just,” she said, pausing and looking both ways and you rolled your eyes. What was she going to say that nobody could hear? “I saw you with the Weasleys yesterday, near the principal courtyard, yes?”

Fuck. You didn’t want people to know you talked to them, like, talking in a friendly way and not insulting them every time you meet them. "With the twins? C´mon, you can´t possibly think I would talk to them spontaneously! I would ne-" Before you could continue stating the facts on why you wouldn´t talk to them, Daphne cut you.

“Look, I won’t say a thing. You know me,” she said, looking at you with a tiny smile. “And I know what kind of trouble you could get into for just talking to someone like them. So, even if you don’t help, I swear I’ll take this secret to the grave.” She puts her palm on her chest and closes her eyes, giggling while you chuckled.

Well, it isn’t as if you tried to hide the fact that you talked to the twins when you were in the halls or something, and it isn’t as if half of your Slytherin colleagues didn’t know you talked to them and already eyed you suspiciously. But you still wanted to keep it a secret, at least in a way that your parents don’t find out.

"What about it?" What could she possibly want with them?

"I knew you wouldn´t refuse to help your sweat friend," she screeched and grabbed your arm, making you walk along with her.

"Don´t push it," you warn, but she seems to have not heard it. “Anyways, what do you think that I can do for whatever you want?"

She stops you from walking, standing in front of you with a more stern look on her face. "I know it will sound stupid, but, remember Roger?"

You rolled your eyes at her question. "How could I not? You´re always talking about him non-stop." She snickers at your comment before you ask her what you should do. "But weren’t you sticking your tongue on his mouth early this morning? Why do I have to ask for help from the twins if you already know the guy?” You ask, genuinely curious and a bit frustrated by the fact that you had no idea how to help Daphne, and you were sure you would embarrass yourself in front of the two pranksters because of her.

"I- He told me he couldn’t see me anymore. Even though we just snogged for like, 5 minutes,” she said, whispering the last part completely bewildered. “He said that his parents wouldn’t approve and such, and I was baffled you know? The way he talked to me before we even tried anything made me think he actually liked me.” Suddenly you felt like this wasn’t a playful conversation anymore since Daphne seemed more serious, each word being pronounced like she was in pain.

You instantly wrapped your arms around her, squishing her body gently and stroking her back. “I’m not sure if I like that guy anymore, but if you really want to try again, I’ll help,” you say in her ear, not knowing if that was the right thing to do.

On one side, the guy seems like an asshole for pushing Daphne away like that after everything just because she´s a Slytherin. But on the other hand, she genuinely liked him, and you knew she wouldn’t give up that easily, even if he’s a douchebag.

“Thank you,” she said softly before taking a step back away from you, breaking the hug. “So, I’m thinking you should make them throw a party!” She said excitedly, and you chuckled, baffled by her idea and happy that she seemed to have recovered from the talk she had earlier.

“Sure, Daph,” you said with a giggle before you two walked away from the great hall, talking about how would you be able to help Daphne.

After attending your first class that afternoon you were on your way to the other one, walking around the halls while everybody around you did the same. However, your peace of mind was disrupted when Fred caught up on you, greeting you with his usual brightness that you weren´t sure made you nauseated anymore.

"Hello there gorgeous," he said while you two walked beside each other. And even without looking you felt his height, like, literally felt it. If you looked at him you were sure you would have to look up, and indeed you always had. 

You also remembered that Daphne asked you to talk with Fred, but you’re not sure if you should do it since you and Fred started talking more or less than some weeks ago.

You sigh in frustration, stopping your walk to your next class to look at him. “I already told you yesterday to cut that off,” you whisper to him, clearly irritated by the fact that he was very dear to your likes. It’s just that you don’t want to get that close to him, you just like his company. “Anyways, shouldn’t you be training for the game?” You ask so as not to let him answer what you said before.

“It’s going to begin in a couple of minutes,” he informs with a smirk, which indicated the upcoming of something you wouldn’t want to hear. “But, how could I not call you gorgeous, Sinclair?” He asks, faking to be shocked before trying to touch your face. However, you stop him by grabbing his hand, glaring at him deadly.

“Don’t,” you say menacingly but Fred keeps on looking at you with something in his eyes, something you can’t quite figure out yet. However, your eyes travel from his brown ones to his hand, and you immediately see something you had shamefully forgotten. “Merlin… Does it-“

Before you could say another word he abruptly takes his hand away, putting them in his pockets before smiling at you. “It’s always so nice to meet you my dear, but now I’ll have to go or Oliver may murder me when I arrive late to the pitch!” He says, and you didn’t have a second to say something while he walked away backwards from you.

"Goodbye darling!" He shouts, making every student that was present look at him before he turns around, disappearing through the halls and leaving you alone again. How could you have forgotten about the awful scar on his hand? You can´t imagine how painful that must be, which made you think about how well he hides the pain. 

"Hey!" Luna showed up suddenly behind you and startled you, greeting you softly, probably not acknowledging the fact that she almost gave you a heart attack.

“Luna.” You smile at her half-heartedly, still recovering from the scare she gave you. “Do you plan on watching the game?" You ask before walking to your class along with the blonde girl.

"Of course," she answered with her usual calmness. "I just hope Ravenclaw wins this time." You chuckle at her wish since you share it, but if you were being real, Ravenclaw would have low chances this year.

You and her enter the room and before you split up to go sit at your tables. You sit beside Tracey, greeting her with a quick hi. "I´m so glad Professor Sprout decided to give as a theoric lesson," you say with relief.

"Yes! Last time I pared up with Ron and he almost threw up on me because he touched the weed´s pus," Tracey said bitterly, remembering how awful it went when she was paired up with other people. Meanwhile, Professor Sprout entered the classroom, quickly starting her class.

Today you would be learning about something that perked up your interest the moment you heard Professor Sprout begin to talk, magic plants with healing powers. Your shameful moment from moments ago replayed itself in your head again, and you found it quite exciting to be learning this since you could use it for something. Were you really thinking he would accept your help? Would he really trust you with something like that? Maybe he would have his reasons to think that you would poison him.

Sometime later, Professor Sprout began with her questions which only Neville seemed able to answer. "So, can somebody tell me three examples of plants with healing powers?" She looked around the classroom with hopeful eyes, but to her desmise, she only saw Neville´s arm up while the rest of the class kept quiet.

You also looked around, seeing some students even dozing off. Next to you, Tracey was writing something that was definitely not related to Herbology, perhaps an essay she had to finish. 

“Just one example, Neville,” Professor Sprout said before sighing tiredly while Neville smiled before answering.

“Dittany,” he says simply, and Sprout nods in agreement before explaining what the plant did.

“Dittany is used in the Wiggenweld Potion. It is a healing potion with the power to awake someone from a magically-induce sleep,” she explains. “It can also be used to ease powerful stomach aches.” She added before looking around the class one more time. “So, can someone give me two more examples?”

Once again, nobody said anything. You peeped at Neville, watching as the boy tried to suppress the urge to raise his arm. It was almost hilarious how excited he was while the rest of your colleagues where almost dying of boredom. You guess he’s just passionate about Herbology.

Suddenly, Hannah Abbot, who sat two rows behind Neville, raised her arm, making an excited smile crack on Professor’s Sprout face, like as if her face had lit up.

“Go on, Hannah,” she encouraged, and you looked at the girl just like Neville did, curious about what she was going to say.

“Fluxweed and… Murtlap?” She answered slowly, unsure of the last thing she said. You had no idea if she was right, and so you glanced back at your teacher while Tracey was still caught up on her paper.

“You got one right, darling,” Sprout said with a smile. “Fluxweed is also used on a potion, the Polyjuice potion. But it can also be used to mend broken bones, to heal or stitch open wounds and also relieve stomach aches!” Your ears perked up even more the moment professor Sprout said the last part, and so you scribbled quickly the name of the plant on your paper, just for future reference and use.

“However, murtlap is not a plant, it is an animal. Murtlap essence is strained from their tentacles and therefore it is used to sooth and heal cuts and abrasions,” she says calmly while looking at Annah with a smile. “So anyone can give me one last example?”

You scribble again, “murtlap”. That’s perfect for Fred’s hand, hopefully you would be able to help him. But why were you desiring to help him? He didn’t even said that if it still hurts, and you don’t owe him anything.

But that’s when it hits you. If you help him with the wound, he may help you with Daphne’s thing. That way you wouldn’t owe him anything when you ask for his help. A favor for a favor. Alright, you think. Let’s hunt some murtlaps.

[mrsarnasdelicious]

MeChat NSFW Alphabet - J [Jack off (masturbation headcanon)]

Adonis Cosmelis: He doesn't want to think of you too much, but here he is, leaned against the bathroom mirror, spreading lube generously over his cock to simulate your sopping wet cunt. zhe strokes himself in an almost hurried way. He groans your name when he cums, all over hte sink. He knows he's too far gone on you.

Blaize Everbleed: Gets HORNY during the last part of his pregnancy. He constantly needs to get off. Thr postate milimg vibe is perfect for desperate moments such as these. He's on his belly, humps a pillow, whining your name, begging for you to fuck him. Cums like, four times in a row.

Calle Malmberg: He doesn't usually do this. It is just to relieve himself of the tension that is building between you and him. But he's bought a fleshlight just for the occasion and he is going ham on it, his eyes squeezed shut. He thinks of you, naked in his bed, moaning his name and he cums too quickly for his taste.

Cedric Casier: It's all he has, alone in his cell, gazing at your pictures. He wishes he could climb through the screen and touch, but he can only touch himself, working his cock with a spit slick hand, whispering to himself how badly he needs it to be you. He does his best not to groan too loud as he cums.

Corey Moore: He is thinking of you all the time lately. And when he thinks of you, he almost instantly becomes horny. He carefully works himself to full hardness. He lets his thoughts of you run wild. The feel of your lips, the taste of your cunt, your need for him when he told you you belong to him. He finished quick and loathes that it is not inside you.

Dance: She's on the pole, feeling powerful, everyone around her is turning mindless, partying till they drop. She revels in your eye on her. Her hips undulate, the metal warming to a fever pitch. She tugs aside her thong and grinds against it until she squirts, wet and hot, all over the pole.

Dare: He's always keen to get off, with or without you. He doesn't care he's in public. He just wips his dick out and dares anyone within earshot to watch him. He enjoys their eye on him. He edges himself, for as long as he likes. Then he makes himself cum, thick gushing ropes of jizz.

Drink: Doesn't care to be seen. He's got his hand in his boxers while sampling the finest whiskeys. A little spills over his chin while he rubs his glans between thumb and fingers. It's the flavour and the alchohol that truly get him his rocks off. He spends himself in his hand and licks himself clean.

Elijah Silva: They only get themselves off when you explicitely allow them to. And they don't dare ask you for permission. But when they are allowed, they record their moans for you. They beg for your permission to cum, edging their huge throbbing cock until you count them down. Their climax is explosive and they thank you profusedly.

Flynn Knightly: His resting mood is horny. He's fapping more often than not. And Gods is he loud. He likes it when you listen though your shared wall. He'll spill the filthiest dirty talk and all but scream your name as he cums.

Glenn Hobbs: He just can't keep his hands to himself, especially not when he is all alone. It's the best way to stop his mind from wandering. He'll grab his latest toy and get himself going. He edges until he's begging. Begging you even though you are not there. He cums hard, making a mess. The post nut clarity sucks, so he starts all over again.

Johnny Roe: He doesn't do this often. There is a bit of guilt attached to getting himself off like this. But sometimes he tension runs so high, especially when he is thinking of you. He'll try to be quick about it, but ends up dragging it out, stroking himself almost to completion a few times before exploding in a climax that leaves him sort of shaking and panting.

Koby Bates: Only practises self love when he finds himself missing you too much. He is fantasizing about you, mostly letting his mind work in getting him off. He strokes himself slowly. He is definitely edging, not wanting it to be over too swift. He cums in his own hand and gets up to wash his jizz off at the nearest sink.

Lan Ying: Tends to get aroused very swiftly when just discussing bondage with you. During the conversation he is respectful and gentle. But once you have left him alone, he slowly edges himself to a shudder climax, while he pictures you in the sex swing, bound a gagged, looking so amazing at his mercy. He moans your name, praising how great you are while he cums.

Leclerc Hardwood: He can hardly handle himself when you wear slightly sexy clothes. He's so into you that his body goes haywire. He hides himself away in a bathroom you have no access to and tries to swiftly stroke himself to completion. He does not quite succeed, his imagination running away with him. He cums all over the sink and his nice suit. And when he comes face to face with you, he is a bit flustered.

Optimo Lynx: The more you give him, the more he wants. But you will of course not always be available. So he'll have to help himself out. He pictures you, fantasizes about being intimate with you as he strokes himself slowly to completion. He edges himself a little, not wanting the good feeling to end. He whimpers as he cums, whining out your name.

Oscar Dawson: He has a wild fantasy, so his imagination runs wild with him, thinking of you and Percy. He can't help himself, he just has to get off. He strokes himself swiftly, but it still takes him a good bit to cum, because he focusses on his imagination more than his touch. His orgasm is rather drawn out and he moans your and Percy's names over and over.

Percy Montgomery: Usually gets off in the shower to unwind. He is a bit of a no fuss no muss guy when he gets off on his own. He simply strokes himself with a bit of lube in his hands, mind focussed on the feeling and the hot water on his skin. It brings him to completion quite swiftly, painting the shower wall with his seed.

Philip Aluredes: He isn't much for lending himself a hand, he has many other ways to get off. By sheer thought or telepatic touch. Though he secretly indulges himself in a bit of pillow humping, wings beating steadily against the air with every slow grind against your pillow. He marks your most personal of belongings with his ethereal seed.

Serge Halphen: Really only touches himself like that when sexting, cuz he knows he can get laid perfectly well. But when you text him something raunchy, he just has to adress it. Of course he has a fleshlight and of course he sends you pictures. When he cums he even films himself, filling the fleshlight with rope after rope of his hot seed.

Shion Komatsu: You are on his mind almost constantly. And his mind wander, quite often. He gets hard swiftly and he just can't help himself. He steps away, fiddling with his fly, growling that he needs you, even though you are not there. He strokes his hard throbbing cock, trying to be swift, but not quite succeeding. He cums in his cupped hand and washes his hands before returning to what he was doing.

Social: Let's be real, he does everything for the view and the click. So he is smirking for the camera while giving his followers a full on show. He is like a pro OF model, knowing just what angle to use and how to move his body. He could probably make money with it, but all he wants is clicks and views, that is how he gains his power.

Tamura Blood: The tension between you is ever rising. It is evident that you feel the same, but Tamura is hesitant to act on it. All he can do is lean against the wall you share and slowly stroke himself to completion as he knows you on the other side, so near but so far. He grits his back teeth in order not to moan as he cums all over his pricey suit.

[riddlexmattheo]

Imagine you being from another world and one night when the death eater gang (which you are not part of or friends with any of them) is having a chat late at night and they want to about their doppelgangers from your world.

Pansy: Hey Yn come here

YN: sure, I guess

Mattheo: did you really have to invite her over

Draco: yea why would we be nice to a muggle let alone one from another world

Pansy: don't be so rude you two

YN: first I'm not muggle second what you need Pansy

Pansy: Do you know our doubles from your world

Yn: I do actually all of you

Draco: Who are each of us to you?

Yn: are you really sure you want to know

Mattheo: We wouldn't ask if we didn't want to know

Yn: ok well um for starters there is one event that happened on your world that didn't happen on mine

Draco: what event??

Yn: Harry Potter's parents were never killed by Voldemort

Blaize: Damnnn

Pansy: tells us more personal

Yn: well Pansy and Blaize you're my best friends since we all babies

Draco: How about me

YN: Umm you're not friends with any of us

Draco: who am i friends with

Yn: Potter

Mattheo: what about me do you know me even though I doubt it

YN: umm I'm getting tired *Gets up and runs away before anyone can say anything else*

Mattheo: What the hell did I say wrong

Pansy: I don't know but I will go check on her Blaize can you come

Blaize: yea sure lets go

TIME SKIP~

Pansy: Hey Yn what was that you were fine talking about us until Mattheo asked about him

Blaize: Babe

Pansy: what

Blaize: stop, YN you know him on a really personal level don't you

Mattheo Pov

Mattheo: I'm going to listen in you coming Malfoy

Draco: sure, let's go

Back to YN Pov~

Pansy: OMG why are you crying

Yn: Because

Blaize: You really really knew didn't you???

Yn: I didnt just know him I loved him

Pansy: YOU WHAT!!!!!!

*Mattheo and Draco burst into the room*

D&M: WHAT!!!

Blaize: Have all of you forgotten its past curfew and your screaming

Pansy: Babe Its friday night

Blaize: Opps

Mattheo: What do you mean do you mean you "LOVED"

Draco: Im guessing you dumped her dude

Yn: You died

[violets-and-books]

🍃 Hello 🍃

You can call me Blaize or Odysseus :] (pronouns they/he)

I write fanfic on ao3, if you want to check me out!

I love getting asks so feel free to ask me anything

I am in a lot of different fandoms (big ones are Dead Boy Detectives, TNBC, Doctor Who and Six of Crows) and am open to new ones 👀

Here is a link to my post about my Grishaverse holiday headcanons. I use these holidays a lot in my fics so, if you want to know more about them, here they are ✨

Fics by mee

(more to come, hehe)

Bow Before your King | Wesper, show universe {playlist if you want it} [SOC]

A Prize for Traitors | Wesper, Helnik & Kanej, Star Wars AU {playlist if you want it} [SOC]

Inlaid with Stars | Wesper, background Kanej & Helnik, Tangled AU [SOC]

A Breath Away, a World Apart | Wesper, Kanej & background Helnik, The Little Mermaid AU {playlist if you want it} [SOC]

A Barrel Rat's Guide to Being a Mercher | Wesper, Canon Divergence, Mercher AU {playlist if you want it} [SOC]

A Game of Cat and Mouse | Catcrow, Canon Divergence [DBDA]

(some of the) Favourite One Shots I've Written:

Starlight - Wesper [T Rated] {Canon Divergence}

Something to Stay For - Wesper [T Rated] {Newsies AU}

How to get a Tired Demo Expert to Sleep - Wesper [G Rated] {Post Canon}

Sainted Snow - Kanej, [G Rated] {Modern AU} - - for @jesperfaheys-defenseattorney

See you, Blaize/Odysseus✨✨

[tootiecakes234]

Warning: MDNI, smutty

Katsuki is at the furniture store for the 3rd time within the past 6 months and the employees here are starting to give him weird looks because he comes in here every time asking for the exact same bed-frame.

The truth is that this was all your fault. You should be the one coming in here getting judgy looks but alas you refused to go or even come with him.

It’s not his fault that you walk around looking like that. Not his fault that he can’t seem to control himself as soon as he gets his hands on you.

He’s usually so good about controlling his quirk but you do something to his brain. Completely throw him off his game. Make him lose his focus.

It’s also not his fault that you look so goddamn amazing when you’re moaning his name and pulling his hair while he’s fucking you. He’d be fine if you’d stop moaning like that. Always right up against his ear, husky and hot. Whispering his name over and over.

That’s what does him in every time. His name rolling off your tongue. More often than not he’s really good about centering himself while you’re going at it but then you cum. Hard.

He can feel you squeezing… milking him and sometimes he just can’t do it. His orgasm rolls through him like he’s been struck by fucking lightning.

The next thing he knows the place on the bed-frame where his hand is gripping groans and crumbles from the explosion that releases from his hand.

You always smile and end up giggling cuz you think it’s so funny. It’s not funny, it’s embarrassing. He’s not a teenage boy. this should not be continuing to happen to him but he can’t stop it, and when sex with you is that good he has no intention of doing so.

Next time this happens, and he’s sure there will be a next time, he’s ordering the damn bedframe online and it’s gonna be made out of titanium.

Katsuki Masterlist

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[slimylittlemaggot]

One thing I forgot to mention:

I have a lot of goobers. Like... Enough to populate a city.

But should I give you ones that aren't part of the main story, like Leaf Overdrive*. Or Jaxx Janson and Rouge**. Or Max Overdrive and Blaize***.

Or maybe even caffeine the cat****.

*lesbian paladin that pulled out Excalibur and then gave the ruling title to her parents. See *** for more details

** A wh40k commissar and his husband who is a rogue trader. They take turns either taking a beating or waiting to patch the other up. And when they aren't actively doing that, they are getting wasted and/or being romantic and/or being insulted by their ships lead engineer and... The one that steers the damn thing, a skittari named Skittles

*** The adoptive parents of leaf, a half elf bard who sucks at being a bard, but is great at being a dad, and a kenku he/they assassin who also used to be a drow who died and then possessed a bird. No my lore isn't confusing why do you ask?

**** Cat. That likes coffee. And also has eldritch power more potent than any god. Still has the brain of a normal cat tho

You should absolutely give me their references, because they sound awesome

[beansmack2021]

Golden Era w/ Prompt 14

Now in their Fifth Year at Hogwarts, Mattheo and the Reader are in a happy relationship. Of course, with Professor Umbridge as the new Headmistress, they can't show it. They resort to longing glances in the halls and passing notes in their classes. They can get away with it in most other classes, but Umbridge still teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts...

TW: mentions of blood, open wounds, torture.

"Hold my hand. You're going to be fine"

Mattheo and Y/N had more or less mastered the art of discretion. They had to if there was any hope for their relationship with Dolores Umbridge around. She'd gone on a power trip, her Educational Decrees posted all around Hogwarts.

Number 31 said that boys and girls could not be within 8 inches of each other. Y/N had found that decree to be particularly ridiculous, especially when considering Quidditch practices and games, the teams being comprised of both girls and boys. Speaking of Quidditch, they also weren't allowed to fly unless at an official, authorized practice.

There were ways around the rules. Mattheo had managed to successfully sneak Y/N into their common room in the dungeons on several occasions, and nobody in Slytherin or Gryffindor dared to report them. Especially not since Draco was a member of the Inquisitorial Squad, and one of their best friends. He'd threatened members of their own house with telling Umbridge about their rulebreaking if they said anything about Mattheo and Y/N (on several occasions).

Sneaking into an out of the common room was risky with Filch and Mrs. Norris prowling the halls, so those visits were few and far between. Since many of the other professors disagreed with Professor Umbridge's crazy decrees, they let a lot slide in their classes. This included note passing, which was Mattheo's favorite form of discreet flirting.

"The whole school should be bowing before your beauty", "Your smile tears me apart in all the best ways", and "Each wait between visits pulls apart at my soul, and your kiss is the only thing that can put it back together" were some of the notes Y/N would open and furiously blush about, even hours after receiving them. Professor McGonagall, who disliked Umbridge more than anyone else, was the most lenient with note passing.

Mattheo got his high from breaking the rules in Umbridge's class. He'd turn from his seat in front of her and give her a peck on the lips when Umbridge had her back turned, earning claps on the back from Blaize every time he got away with it. He'd pass back the sweetest notes, and usually Y/N could read it quickly enough and then hide it under her papers and continue to pretend taking notes while actually writing her response.

Usually.

"I'd love you from light-years away, 8 inches is nothing."

Her wide grin quickly turned to a mask of neutrality as Umbridge called her name. "Miss L/N, while I'd be thrilled if you were to prove me wrong, I'm sure you don't find the Theory of Magic so riveting as to grin like a baboon receiving a banana. Show me what you have."

Y/N picked up the note, knowing well what was about to happen, and held the note out to Umbridge. The moment the borish woman had touched the paper, however, it folded itself into a bird, flitted just above reach, and burst into flames. The ashes fell back onto the table like snow, a red rose resting on top of what once was a love note.

"I'm going to ask you once. Who handed you that note?" Umbridge smiled but it looked more like a grimace. She leaned in and said quietly, "Tell me who it was and your punishment won't be as severe." Y/N locked eyes with Mattheo just briefly enough that Umbridge didn't notice, looked back at her and simply shook her head. Umbridge stood up and brushed some non-existent dust from her dress. "Very well then. Detention! My office at 5 o'clock," she leaned in again to finish her sentence with a wicked grin, "sharp."

"I'm so sorry, love. I didn't think she'd have seen it." Mattheo was groveling. He felt absolutely horrible, and Y/N he did, but it was her own fault for not putting the note down sooner. She'd reminded him of that over and over again, but still, he'd apologized relentlessly. She'd just sighed and wolfed down some ham and a roll before heading to Umbridge's office to serve her time.

Umbridge opened the door just as she was about to knock. "Ah, punctuality. We may just be out of here before midnight. Come in. Sit."

Y/N glanced around the room. The walls were bright pink and there were ceramic plates with cats on them, prowling about, not unlike the moving portraits throughout the halls of Hogwarts. Everything in the room was very... pink. Y/N supposed to woman who lived there was, too. She noticed some parchment and a quill at a small desk in the center of the room. She also noticed that there was no ink pot. She took her seat, and Umbridge sat at the bigger desk in the corner of the room.

"You'll write 'I will not be insubordinate' until I tell you that you may stop." Y/N was confused. "Professor, I don't have any ink." The woman chuckled and it sent a chill down her spine. "You won't need any. Begin."

Y/N picked up the quill and started to write on the paper, instantly met with searing pain. She looked at her hand and gasped. There were deep cuts in her own messy scrawl, reading exactly what she'd written on the paper. They healed over before her eyes, and she glanced at the paper.

"Is this-"

"Your blood? That it is. Neat little thing, isn't it?" Umbridge just smiled and then turned back to her paperwork.

Y/N knew things would only get worse for her if she didn't do as she was told, so she picked up the quill and continued to write, grimacing with pain each time the skin on her hand healed over.

After a few hours, the pen couldn't do much to heal her hand. She was smearing her own blood on her hand before continuing to write. She was nearly numb to the pain now, tears in her eyes as Umbridge asked her a question.

"Do you have something to say?"

Y/N was unblinking as a tear slipped down her cheek. "I will not be insubordinate."

"Good girl. I'll write you a note in case one of our wonderful prefects stops you so that you don't end up right back here," she giggles and Y/N shakes violently. "Go directly to your dormitory, do not make any unauthorized stops along the way, unless you intend to use the restroom. Have a good night, and I'll see you in class tomorrow, Miss L/N."

Y/N couldn't find it in herself to go to the restroom, though. She walked straight up to Gryffindor Tower, Godric's painting swinging open for her, with almost an apologetic look. It was like the founder's portrait was saying "I'm sorry for what our institution has turned into." Y/N sees Hermione, Ron and Harry chatting on the couches in the center of the common room. Hermione glances over and immediately stands as she lets out a sob.

"Y/N! You've been in Umbridge's office for hours. She must have been really furious after... your hand!" She scurries over as Y/N looks down and sees the blood still dripping from her hand. "She made you use the quill, didn't she?" Harry doesn't seem shocked at all. She can't seem to make the words come out, so she just nods. "Madam Pomfrey loaned me a roll of tape and some gauze, just in case someone else from our house has to put up with Umbridge's torture. Hermione, do you want to clean her hand while I grab that stuff from my dorm?"

Hermione nods and grabs one of the throw blankets from the couch, whispering Aguamenti and wiping her hand with the wet cloth. Harry is back with the tape and gauze just as Hermione is dabbing her hand to dry it, grimacing each time Y/N hisses in pain. He covers it tightly enough that the bleeding would stop within the next few minutes, but not tight enough to cut off circulation.

"Who passed you the note, Y/N? It was Mattheo, right?" Hermione elbowed Ron. "Ow! What? I was just asking. Quick thinking with the fire." Y/N shook her head. "That wasn't me. We charm the paper we use to pass our notes so that they aren't there in case we're caught. We've never been caught, so I didn't know his would do that. The ink just vanishes from mine when someone other than him and I touches the paper."

Hermione nods, seemingly impressed. "It's very late, I think we should all get some rest. Won't be learning properly if we're all exhausted." She heads up the stairs to her dorm, and Ron and Harry exchange a look before standing, stretching, and heading up the stairs to their own. Y/N just sits on the couch for a while, tracing the words 'I will not be insubordinate' over her bandages.

She doesn't say anything to anyone at breakfast, and is silent in her other classes. Mattheo doesn't try to hand her any notes, but he does cast worried glances and try to make eye contact, but Y/N can't look at him. She can't look at anyone. She's afraid that if she does, Umbridge will accuse her of some other act of insubordination and she'll end up right back in the disgustingly pink office.

She's a model student throughout the rest of the day, hurrying from the room after her last class of the day, Potions. A hand covers her mouth and pulls her through the portrait doorway of the Slytherin common room. She immediately panics, dropping her books and turns to try to leave without them so that she isn't caught somewhere she isn't supposed to be, but a pair of strong arms wrap around her, making hushing noises that are meant to calm her as she sobs.

When she finally calms down enough to stop fighting, Mattheo turns her to face him. He wipes a tear from her cheek, and she looks down. "Oh, baby" he says quietly, heartbreak clear in his tone. He brushes some hair from her face. She starts crying, sobs wracking her body, and he pulls her into his arms. He has one hand at the nape of her neck, the other around her upper back, shushing her once again. When she's calm, he uses his hand to push her chin up. "Look at me."

Y/N forces herself to meet his gaze. Her lip quivers and she sees sorrow and empathy in his deep, brown eyes. He doesn't have to utter a single word for her to know what he's trying to say. He grabs her hand, thankfully the one that isn't wrapped, and walks her to one of the sofas in the middle of the room. He sits down, hand on her hips to hold her close to him, just looking up at her.

Y/N starts to pick at the bandages on her hand, the nervousness from before creeping up into her again. She looks towards the door, expecting Filch to suddenly burst into the room and drag her by her hair all the way up to Umbridge's office. Mattheo pulls her out of her thoughts, gingerly grabbing her wrist to exam the bandages. He slowly and carefully peels them back to look at the damage.

She sees his jaw clench and unclench and then clench again, and there's a dangerous look in his eyes. He takes a deep breath, gently covering the cuts that are sure to scar, and kisses the rebandaged hand. "I'm sorry. I love you so much. I'm sorry."

Y/N is violently shaking again as she sobs, and he grabs her uninjured hand. "Hold my hand. You're going to be fine. I'm here. I'm sorry. I love you so much."

He stands, crossing the room to grab something resting on the mantle. He turns, a red rose in his hand. He hands it to her, and as she takes it, he presses a kiss to her forehead. He holds her close as she twirls the rose between her fingers. "That bitch will pay. Someday, she'll pay." It's a promise that he makes to her, and to himself. "I'm sorry. I love you."

[mayese]

Winter changes it all - Second chapter

Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Synopsis: A second encounter with the twins and their friends was not in your plans. Especially with Umbridge present.

Warnings: huge pimples?

First chapter / Third chapter / Fourth Chapter

  "Gryffindor´s new hero is actually a Slytherin"

Dark Arts, one of your favorite classes, was now ruined by Umbridge. She would make you read dozens of pages, copy what you were reading two or three times, and, then ask some questions, and after she would make you read more. You probably learned more last year with a literal Death Eater than with this woman. But, besides the boredom of her classes, the worst thing was that she would punish anyone for anything as small as someone dropping a quill on accident. And most of her targets were the Gryffindors, especially Harry. Sometimes you wondered if she was weirdly obsessed with the boy who lived, and that creeped you out.

You looked around the classroom discretely, seeing Pike sleeping on his table, not even trying to be discreet. However, your head turned the moment you heard someone laugh in front of you, ripping the silence that embraced the classroom seconds ago. Umbridge was quick to look at your classmate, Lavander. "Miss Brown," she started, walking up to the table in front of you with careful steps.

You knew what would happen. Umbridge would do it to her. "What did you find so funny about the class?" She smiled ear to ear and tilted her head, waiting for Lavander to answer, but the girl couldn´t even form a sentence from how nervous she got. So, you did something you thought was right, but that you would later regret.

"Professor, it was me." Umbridge turned her head like a meerkat to look at you, a deep frown starting to show on her face. Beside you, Blaize looked at you incredulously.

"Oh. If I hear you laugh one more time, you´re going to detention," she said through gritted teeth before turning around and leaving you and Lavender.

"What the fuck was that?" Blaize asked disgruntled, but you just ignored him, continuing to read the pages you were assigned to read.

Fortunately, the class was near its end, so ten minutes later everyone started to leave the classroom. Blaize left in a hurry, not even sparing you a glance. Daphne was still packing her things and Draco and Pansy were one of the first to leave. So, as you waited for Daphne you were approached by Lavender.

"Thank you, Sinclair," she said formally before rapidly dodging you and leaving the classroom with her friend that smiled at you when she walked beside you.

Daphne finally packed everything and went to you with a mischievous smile on her face. "What a hero," she whispered to you before linking her arm with yours and making you both walk out of the classroom. "But really, what was that about? Have you gone soft?" She chuckled while you pushed through the students that cramped the halls.

"I just don´t like Umbridge methods, that´s all," you said flatly. "Also, I got on her nerves. That was an accomplishment." You gazed at Daphne, hoping she would laugh at your words. Instead, she was serious now, as if suddenly something clicked.

"Yes, you did. But don´t forget that lots of people you know kind of adore her and her methods, and most of all, how she hates our rivals," she warned you with a gentle pinch on your arm.

You knew what she meant. That your fellow Slytherins liked the privileges and to see the Gryffindors get humiliated. But what if they knew how she treated them? What she does to them. You never imagined something like that to be happening at Hogwarts, but it was. However, you didn´t want to tell Pansy or Draco that the ones going to detention or visiting her office were being tortured, because sometimes you wondered that, if they knew, they would be more eager to frame students from other houses.

When you and Daphne reached the Great Hall you saw students crowding in front of the wall where the pink princess asked Filch to put the new rules that she began imposing since a month or so ago. You and Daphne approached the students, and while you watched Filch hammering the new frame Daphne guided you through the crowd to get a better view.

"Bloody hell! I really liked the chess club." Your head turned immediately to where you heard the familiar voice speaking, stopping Daphne in her tracks and locking eyes with Fred Weasley, this time you were sure it was Fred. "Sinclair!" He cheered when his brother looked at you too.

"Weasley," you greet him with a dried tone. "Do you know what it says in there?" It was difficult to see what was written on the paper since there were so many of them already, making it only possible to hang the frame on the top of the huge wall.

"Apparently every student's organization will be banned," George said. What the fuck. The woman didn´t know any limits.

"Let´s go." You look to your side, feeling Daphne tugging on your sleeve.

"Goodbye," you say when you look at the twins one more time before going away from the crowd that was starting to dissipate.

After walking Daphne to her class of potions you left, planning on studying for the two hours you had free, so you went to the dungeons to get your other books of History of Magic since you had to do an essay about the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy due in two weeks, and you didn’t want to drag it any longer.

However, to your displeasure, you were faced with an unusual situation on your way to the library. Just when you were already reaching the library, you turned one corner and faced the twins, again. This time they were with their friend Lee Jordan, another seventh year.

“Merlin,” you whispered exasperated. Why did this have to happen every time?

“Look who’s here. I feel like everywhere I go you’re there,” Fred laughs. “Are you stalking us?” He asks with his brows raised as if you would have any interest in doing that.

“Isn’t she the one who-“ Lee was going to question the same thing George asked back in Hogsmeade, so you rapidly answered him. Why did they all know the story?!

“Yes! It was me!” You said with irritation. It was frustrating how they only remember what you had done wrong.

Since the beginning of school you’ve done great things, but nobody seemed to remember that!

“Well, for a change, Lavender was telling her friends rather loudly how you came to her rescue in your class," Fred said with a grin, and you knew he was going to say some bullshit. "I thought I would never in my lifetime see a Slitheryn cover for a Gryffindor." You rolled your eyes at his dramatic way of phrasing such a simple event while the other two agreed.

"Whatever. What are you guys doing here anyways? I thought you didn´t even know to read to be this close to the library," you said derisively while Fred and George laughed sarcastically.

"For your information, Miss, we do know how to read. And-" George was going to say something but Lee suddenly grabbed George´s sleeve, whispering.

"She´s here! C´mon!" He whispered and the twins looked behind them. You also looked through them, seeing nothing. But then you heard, heels loudly slamming against the hard floor.

"What the hell are you going to do?" You asked them with a frown.

Fred looked at you and smirked, approaching you and bending himself to be at your height. "Revenge," he whispered in your ear while his soft hair touched your face slightly and the scent of something sweet reached your nose, but not for long since George and Lee started to drag him away.

You looked behind you, seeing them running through the corridor you just walked and hiding in the next corridor, probably. You sighed, they were probably scheming something bad, but you would not meddle in their business. So, you kept walking in the direction of the library, hearing the heels get even closer to you. It was on the final curve of this hall that you saw who it was, Umbridge. She was right in front of you. It´s always on the turn, you thought.

"Miss Sinclair," she greeted embittered with her screeching voice and a sickening smile. "Don´t you have classes to attend?"

You smiled at her, noticing her unusual bitterness toward you. "No, professor." She smiled at your response, seeming to hold back something but saying nothing.

"Ok! Goodbye, Sinclair." She dodged you quickly and walked away while you stood there. What were they going to do? If she catches them, what would be their punishment?

You looked through the corner of the hall you were in, seeing Umbridge walking towards the next turn. When she turned you quietly walked through the same corridor with your bag full of books on your shoulder. And just when you were going to peak on the corner where you found the three troublemakers some minutes ago, you heard a pitched high scream that was so tuneless that was probably able to shatter all the glass of the windows and the eardrums of someone who was near, like you.

You ran more quickly to the corner, peeking carefully into the hall and seeing something so disgusting that you felt the urge to vomit. Umbridge was full of big yellow pimples that had a red border and seemed to be ready to explode. They were in her face hands and probably on the rest of her body. On the floor, you saw a brown package with what seemed to be chocolates inside and a letter. Those fools, she was definitely going to catch them. Suddenly you and Umbridge heard a loud thump, like something metallic had hit the ground. Fuck.

Umbridge picked up the box and the letter aggressively, walking fast to the other corridor. You followed her quietly and then saw three stupid Gryffindors all around the floor along with a scattered armor. "What did you do to me?!" Umbridge screamed. It was obvious she would link this prank with the only pranksters with the guts to do something so bold.

You watched from another corner as they raised from the floor, giggling amongst each other. "We didn´t do anything, professor!" Lee said with an angelic face while the other two recomposed themselves from their laugh.

Should you do something? Dumb, that was dumb! There was no way she would believe you. Plus, they think you went to the library, so they didn´t even know you were there. So you were clear to walk away and let it be. But at the same time, the reminder of what Umbridge has done until now makes you wanna push her from a fucking cliff.

Screw it, you were going to do it. You pushed your bag further on your shoulder and breathed deeply before casually running slowly on their way with a fake choked expression.

"You three!" She said menacingly while she smiled widely. "You-" Before she could continue you walked beside her.

"Here you are!" You said to the boys. They seemed shocked. "Professor, I was just waiting for them to study in the library when-"

"Shut it!" She yelled and you flinched. "Look what they did!" She screamed in horror, looking at her hands.

You looked at the three for a few seconds with a disapproving scowl before looking at her again. "I´m sure they couldn´t have done that!" You tried to defend them, but what could you say to persuade her?

"Oh yes? Then why were they waiting here?" She asked loudly, looking at them furiously.

Fred looked at you and nodded softly before looking to Umbridge. "Sinclair´s right. We were just on our way to the library when George stumbled with the armor and dragged me and Lee to the floor, that's all," he said simply with an uninterested face.

"What about the spell, morons! I know it was you!" She pointed at them with a grunt. Her hair was so disheveled, it matched exactly her evil aura.

"We didn´t do anything! Those chocolates weren´t even sent by us!" George exclaimed and pointed to the letter. There was written Fudge´s name.

Umbridge looked closely at it, but her evil smile prevailed. "It doesn´t matter! I know-"

"Excuse me, professor," you said and cleared your throat. "Sorry, but it does. They did nothing wrong, so you should averiguate that with whoever sent it, and if they didn´t send any package then you should send these three to detention," you said calmly and as politely as you could. "However, if you make them go to detention nevertheless, then I'll report it to Snape, or who knows, maybe to Dumbledore," you said venomously.

Umbridge exhaled and looked at you dangerously. You were definitely crossing so many fucking lines, but at this point, you felt so proud to be able to squash her.

"I will averiguate with Mr. Fudge. But, out of curiosity, what could you possibly go study with three students from the seventh year, that means, two years above you?" She asked, her eyes twitching.

"Transfiguration, professor," you answered easily with a smile. "I asked them for help since I´ve heard they were quite good at it." She nodded, forced to do so.

Umbridge started to walk slowly towards them, stopping very close to the three boys. "I will give you news about this "incident" very soon," she said with greeted teeth before turning her head and glancing at you. "You too, Sinclair."

Soon she started to walk away quickly, and when you couldn´t hear her heels anymore, the three started to laugh loudly.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" You shouted. "If it wasn´t for me, you would all be in detention, and Merlin knows why you should avoid that!" Their laughing came to an end in seconds as they started to gain their posture again.

"Thank you, Sinclair," Lee thanked while George and Fred went to your side and placed their arms on your shoulders. However, before Fred did that he grabbed your bag and put it on his own shoulder, making you feel more lighter.

"Don´t stress. It was Fudge who sent it, really," Fred explained while they started to walk with you.

"Yeah, we just charmed the pink one, and we were pretty sure she would eat it first. And bang!" George carried on explaining while you hummed. And, why you don´t know, but a chuckle escaped from your lips.

They stopped and the three looked at you. As expected, Fred was quick to comment. "And this fellas, is a snake laughing! How cute!" He said pinching your cheek.

"Stop it, idiot," you menaced him, looking Fred in the eyes with a serious expression. "I just laughed because you are fucking idiots!" You said while the three boys chuckled.

George slipped his arm away and looked at you. "There´s something you should know," he started carefully. "Right now we should be in Transfiguration." What a coincidence, and how big of idiots could they be to jump McGonagall’s class?!

"Well, then hurry the fuck up!" You exclaimed, looking at George and Lee. "Fortunately for you, it rang like, ten minutes ago. Go!" You shouted.

"Fred?" Lee called, and you locked eyes with Fred´s magnetic brown eyes, noticing he was still beside you.

You felt him lean again and this time you shivered when his voice echoed in your ears. "Thank you, we own you one now." He says slipping his arm away and putting your bag on your shoulder. You got a quick glimpse of the scar on his hand, and it seemed to be infected.

He winked at you with a cheeky smile before turning on his heels and joining Lee and George who were already running to class.

Quick note: So! I´m so happy that I´m actually writing this hehehe Hope you enjoyed and see ya! Next chapter will be out soon :)

[come-on-apologizee]

BLAIZE DEBESTE!! I ask you to forgive me for my absence, from this day on I am getting better. by the way, if I create an account in telegram and Twitter, will you read me there? I really want to distribute these schemes

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Part 2.

Draco: Not even the direction I was thinking at all

Blaize: Is that why you have avoided all of us since you got here??

YN: Yea

Draco: Why doesn't seem bad at all

Mattheo: Can I ask what happened to me? You don't have to say if it's too much for you

YN: No, it’s fine it’s not like it affects you

Blaise: Really are you sure?

YN: it’s fine it’s only going to remind me it’s not going to matter in days anyways

Mattheo: if it’s going to bother you, you don’t have to

YN: it’s fine Theo, I mean Mattheo sorry

Mattheo: Ok

YN: well for starters, do you remember how Potter’s parents lived while when your dad tried to kill harry they took revenge killed your dad instead and your mom ended up killing herself from heartbreak

Draco: Geez trauma much

Yn: and since Potter had parents, he grew up in the magic world, but not as known, but at Hogwarts, he became like his father very much a bully

Mattheo: I’m confused what does it have to do with me?

Yn: you were his number one target

Blaise: can I ask question?

Yn: sure

Blaise: how did you end up with Mattheo?

YN: in my world, James Potter is our version of Voldemort my parents were his first victims after Tom Riddle, because my family was purer blooded than any family in our world. We were the original magic family.

Pansy: so you connected on a deeper level bonded over the loss you had for your parents

Draco: how did Mattheo die?

YN: it was the week before the Yule ball and Potter tried asking me to be his date, and I told him no and that went all of you walked into the courtyard. It was already late at night, so nobody else is there.

Draco: why do I feel like that’s where everything went wrong?

YN: he told me that if I didn’t go as his date, I would end up just like my parents, and when I told him again, no, he sent the killing curse right at me and before I could get hit Mattheo push me out of the way

Mattheo: I well I mean Mattheo save your life

YN: Yea so you see, that’s why I stayed away from all of you, especially you Mattheo

Pansy: Just know that we’re all here for you if need anything

Mattheo: Can everyone else leave

Draco: But

YN: Listen to him

Draco: Party Pooper

*Everyone but Mattheo leaves*

YN: what do you need?

Mattheo: why do you think I’m dead?

YN: huh

Mattheo: I didn’t die

YN: I’m confused

Mattheo: Potter died, or he didn’t

YN: what…

Mattheo: Baby it’s me

YN: but…how…

Mattheo: I was wearing the necklace your dad’s necklace

YN: it works I really works

Mattheo: yea it does

YN: don’t ever go away again

Mattheo: I promise