#didn't like it in the middle but i finished it while watching merlin with my friend and now i do

[marcelineuntitled]

i missed them ⋆

[suugarbabe]

Gotcha!! I am a sucker for how you write Enzo, and even more of a sucker for hurt/comfort or angst that ends in fluff. So to mix the two, my brain came up with this: Reader and Enzo have been together for a while, both are in love with eachother. The only thing is, R has never seen Enzo's "dark side", because the occasion never presented itself, until when Enzo beats up a guy for touching R and making her uncomfortable. R is shocked to say the least, or taken aback, but offers all the same to clean up Enzo's wounds, very lost in thought, because maybe usually violence scares her. Knowing Enzo he would realize this, and kind of spiral in a "did I scare you? Are you afraid of me? I would never hurt you" worries, while R was simply worried about Enzo's well being. So it ends with Reader comforting Enzo and vice versa, just a sweet bonding moment after a bit of a scare and angst. Feel free to change this or make it more dramatic💕💕💕💕💕

you couldn't shake the slimy feeling you had since this morning when Cormac tried to touch you. Well, he did touch you, smacked your ass really. And when you gave him the finger he called you a slag. You tried to ignore him, ignore the interaction. Enzo had tried to ask you what was wrong at lunch, but you told him you were just tired, that you'd had a tough divination class that morning. You could tell he wasn't buying it, but he also didn't push you.

when you were walking with Pansy on your way to the library, she had asked you again, and finally you told her. "What a fucking tosser! A right prick, he is," you had agreed with her words, telling her that you were going to go to the library for your free period. She said she would see you later and that you two could plan to hex him during dinner if you'd want.

You'd liked that idea, so when you saw Pansy sprinting towards you in the library, you were heavily confused. You stood up as she approached you, nearly out of breath. You urged her to tell you what was going on. She nodded, hands on her knees, "Enzo...in the court yard...Cormac...blood...s'getting real bad."

"Oh my god," you took off running, Pansy (reluctantly given that she had just sprinted to you) close behind. When you got to the court yard a small crowd had already formed. You pushed your way through until you got to the inner circle, your hand instantly going to cover your gape at the scene before you.

You always knew Enzo was a big man, he was not only tall, but broad as well. You just never realized how much broader he was than most the guys your age because from where you were standing, you couldn't even see Cormac with how Enzo was hunched over him, landing blow after blow.

You looked around the circle until you spotted the rest of Enzo's friends, storming up to them. You pointed at Blaise and Mattheo, "Stop him. You stop him right now before a professor comes out here."

Mattheo smirked, "No way, princess. This is Enzo's victim, he's not finished yet." You turned, now seeing a different angle of the fight. Cormac's face was bloody and swollen, one eye closed completely shut, the skin around it looking taught like a balloon.

You turned back to the both of them, "Mattheo Marvelo you stop this right. now. or I swear to Merlin I'll hex your dick to the size of a peanut for a month." With his middle name and the threat, Mattheo nodded at Blaise, both boys launching themselves toward Enzo, struggling slightly to pull him off.

Enzo was fighting back against them slightly, trying to swing towards Cormac again. He was so blind by rage he didn't even notice anyone around him. You couldn't stand it anymore, couldn't watch him fight anymore.

"Lorenzo, enough." Your voice was loud and stern. Enzo looked toward you, immediately catching your eyes and relaxing in the two other boys' hold. When you nodded they finally released him. You instructed the other boys to 'take care of this', motioning toward Cormac's beaten and moaning body.

You grabbed hold of Enzo's forearm, not wanting to fully grab his hand and get covered in someone else's blood. You led him down to the dungeons, down the hall of the boys dormitory and into the bathroom.

You pointed to the edge of the tub, "Sit." Enzo did so immediately, looking down at the ground like a child about to be scolded. You opened of of the cabinets, grabbing gauze and some healing potions that the boys kept on hand.

Walking back towards Enzo, you tapped the inside of one of his knees, signaling him to widen his legs so you could stand between them. You lifted his head with a finger under his chin. His had a small cut on his lower lip, "Looks like he got one good swing on you."

Enzo smirked, "Yeah, one's all he got the chance to get." You tsked at him, "You know I hate fighting, Enzo. You never fight, it's always the others."

Enzo's smirk turned to a frown, his lip splitting open slightly more, "I'm so sorry, angel, did I scare you? Are you afraid of me now? You know I would never hurt you, righ-"

You cut him off with a finger to his lips before patting the split in his lip with gauze and a healing potion.

"Why were you fighting him," you knew the answer, but you wanted to know how he knew. You grabbed one of his hands, waving your wand over the cuts that you can only assume were made from either Cormac's teeth or the harsh bridge of his nose coming into contact with Enzo's fists.

"Darling, my angel girl, he touched you, no, he smacked you, and called you names? What kind of protector would I be if I let shit like that slide. No way, that is never happening." You couldn't help but smile as you finished healing his other hand.

You cupped his cheek now, placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth, "My sweet Enzo bear, my big bad protector." Enzo placed his hands on either side of your hips, one hand going round to give you ass a playful squeeze.

You squealed, swatting at his hand with a giggle. Enzo smiled at the sound, pulling you closer still, "I will always be here to protect you, no matter what. I love you angel girl."

You smiled, "I love you too, Enzo," leaning in again to give him a proper kiss.

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

Hey!! I was just finish reading George weasley "Mum?" That you write, I think its awesome and I hope you can make a part 2 if you like! Thank you :D

DO YOU?

Pairings: Single-dad!George weasley x Fem!reader Summary: you go on a date with George, and he's nervous Warnings: mention of the war and death

PART 1

you knocked on the door, waiting for George to answer it

you had stayed for dinner that night with George and Chelsea and ate the cookies that you had made and you still took the opportunity to go on a date with him, so here you were, dressed in your best casual wear, you didn't expect the date to be anything fancy.

you heard rushing from the other side of the door, into their flat

the door opened and you were met with nothing, until you looked down the see Chelsea smiling widely up at you

"he's still getting ready" she giggled, reaching for your hand and pulling you into the flat, closing the door behind you

George came out, holding two jackets in his hands, looking down at them with a frown

"hey, Chelsea, what jacket should I-" he looked up, finding you there

"oh- hi, sorry just give me a minute" he blinked, not expecting you here so early

but when he looked at his watch he noticed that you weren't early at all, in fact, you were a few minutes late, and he still didn't even have his shoes on

"it's ok, take all the time you need" you smiled, letting him walk back into his room, Chelsea trailing after him.

you stood there for a while, looking at the mantle that was decorated with a vase of flowers and photos in frames

you walked closer and took a closer look

the picture on the far left was a picture of the Weasley family before the war, the movement showed them all laughing and George next to Fred, nudging him and hitting his arm

the one to the far right was a picture of Fred and George in front of the Shop, the date written in black ink at the bottom, to remember the day they opened.

Fred was smiling proudly as George had his arm around Fred, trying not to laugh

and in the middle stood a picture of George and Chelsea when she was a baby.

he was cradling softly, crying with a big smile on his face as he held out his finger for her hand that grasped the tip of his pinky

you admired all the pictures before you heard the door open again

"ok, I'm ready, shall we go?" you heard George say

you turned and looked at him, smiling

you were about to nod your head to say yes but realised that no one was there to mind Chelsea

"who's looking after Chels?" you asked

"oh, merlin! crap, I forgot to ask my mum if she could mind her" he smacked his head, cursing at himself for his mistake

"it's fine. she can come along or we can do this another night if you want?" you reassured him, walking up to them

"no, that's not fair to you. merlin, I'm such an idiot" he sighed to himself

"it's ok, really, I don't mind. we can just do this another time" you insisted but he he shook his head

"no, let's go, c'mon, Chels" he said, taking Chelsea's hand

"am I going?" she asked.

"no, we're going to take you to go see Linda" he replied with a smile

he looked at you and waited for you to come along

you smiled awkwardly and walked with them

you exited the shop and began walking to a small little cottage that was where the alley ended

he knocked on the door and took a deep breath when it eventually opened

a middle aged woman stood there, she didn't seem to be related to him at all but they seemed familiar with each other

"oh, hello dear, what can I help you with?" she beamed at George

"would you mind Chelsea? I have something to do and I forgot to get someone to look after her because I'm an absolute Git" he huffed

she looked down at Chelsea and smiled

she looked back at George and noticed you, who stood behind his tall figure, she tilted her head to get a better look and smirked at George

"you go on then, my little girl loves spending time with Chelsea, go get out of here and have fun" she ushered you away

Chelsea ran in the house after kissing George on the cheek as he bent down

Linda turned to you both and grinned

"go on then, get out of here" she rolled her eyes sarcastically, waiting for you both to leave before shutting the door

you and George walked side by side, him leading the way to your destination

you arrived at a restaurant, not a fancy want but a casual one, perfect for the both of you

he let you walk in first and led you to the front desk

the man looked up at him from his computer, a small smile on his face

"I'm sorry but we have no space, we're completely booked out

"oh, uh, I have a reservation" George responded

"what is it under?" the man questioned, looking back at the computer

"uh- Weasley" George fixed his shirt, seeming nervous

the man typed the name up and frowned

"you're twenty minutes late, we gave your table away" the man informed

George quickly looked down at his watch and cursed under his breath

George stayed silent, seeming mad at himself and the man left to help out somewhere else

George walked you both out and stood outside for a while, him still cursing at himself

"George, it's fine, Please don't beat yourself up about it" you tried comforting him

"I'm really sorry, I was so nervous because- well I haven't been out on a date for so long, I was trying to make it nice but I've completely ruined it, I'm sorry, I can't do this, I just- I'm sorry" he rambled, his breathing was getting heavy and he was tugging at his hair

"it's ok, we can take you home and just forget this happened if you want, I understand, it must be hard" you rested a hand on his arm, furrowing your eyebrows

"no, we're not leaving, I'll figure something out, Just give me a second" he stepped away from you, turning around and you heard his deep breathes and hitches in his throat as you waited for him

"George, let's just get you home, if you're not ready you shouldn't push yourself to be" you spoke gently

"I am ready! I am so ready, ok? so let's go" he defended himself

"where are we going to go?" you asked, watching as he took your hand at led your through the alleys

you got to a small little diner and he got you both settled in a booth

you looked around, it looked like those places you'd see in the muggle world, and you didn't entirely mind it

"it's not how I pictured it, but it's not nothing" he gulped, sitting across from you

it wasn't crowded but there were quite a bit of people there

"it's perfect" you smiled

he picked up one of the menu's and gave it to you before getting his own

"I think I'll just get spaghetti Bolognese, you?" he looked up from the laminated paper to you

"I reckon the cheeseburger will do" you answered, putting your menu down, looking at him before looking around again

the waitress came up and asked what you wanted, George ordered your food and asked for milkshakes for your drink

you told him what flavour you wanted and he got the same one

you both talked about your interests and he told you more about himself.

he started asking a lot about you and you opened up to him

and eventually, the topic of the war came up all of a sudden, he told you it was a dark time for him and the struggles he went through. you told him that you couldn't imagine doing the things he did as you didn't fight in the war

he wanted to share his experience more but you told him that it could wait, that instead of saying it all, that he should tell you another time, that he's opened up enough and that he didn't have to tell you everything just yet

the waitress brought out your food and you began eating

George stabbed his fork into his food and took the little black ovals on the side.

you tilted your head at him and he went on eating, still picking them out when he found another

he noticed that you were looking at them and smiled

"do you like olives?" he questioned

"yeah, why don't you?" you frowned with a chuckle

"the taste is gross, do you want them?" he picked them up with his fork and held them out for you

"sure" you shrugged, letting him drop them onto your plate

you grinned and you picked one up and put it in your mouth

usually when he had olives in his meals, Chelsea would take them because for some reason, unlike her own father, she loved them.

so for some reason, it made his heart flutter when you happily ate them

he opened the door for you and let you walk out the diner, the both of you laughing at something he had told you

he slowly held your hand and smiled at the warmth of your palm, it calmed him down

to George, it seemed like forever since he's been with someone, to have a woman in his arms, to love and care for.

even if he had Chelsea to care for, he wished he had someone to help him, comfort him, love him

George believed that you could be that woman, because not only did he have to love you, but Chelsea had to too.

he would never get with anybody if them and Chelsea didn't get along, because he would choose his daughter every time.

but if Chelsea loved her too than it would be ok, if she treated his little girl like her own, then he'd make it work

the only thing George wanted growing up other than the shop was to start a family, and he was almost complete.

even if they were a family on their own, George still felt like there was something missing, that Chelsea deserved to grow up with a mother.

and he wanted more than anything for it to be you

as you both walked down the alley, hand in hand, George stopped in front of an ice cream shop

"want ice cream?" he turned to you

you giggled at his question

"we literally had a milkshake 10 minutes ago, that's like, half ice cream" you squeezed his hand gently

"yeah but when did a little more hurt anybody?" he raised his eyebrows, pulling you in the shop

he turned to you "what do you want?"

"what are you getting?" you questioned

"the pistachio" he answered happily

"who the hell likes that flavour?!" you fake gagged

"me" he whispered awkwardly

"you're weird" you grimaced

"what are you getting?" he frowned at you

"probably cookies and cream" you answered him

"that's so basic!" he argued playfully

"it's popular because it's good" you smiled

"it's so boring" he scoffed

"you're boring" you smirked

"oh am I?" he tilted his head

you hummed in response, crossing your shoulders

"yeah, you are" you teased

"I'll show you boring" he glared you

he ordered you your ice creams and brought you to the shop, he ran upstairs telling you to stay out there and wait for him

it was a pretty cold night and you wish you would've brought a jacket

a few minutes later, he came back, a jacket in one hand and his other hand stuffed in his pocket

"it's pretty cold, though you could use a jumper" he held it out for you.

you smiled at him, taking at and put it on, feeling warm

you started walking again, side by side

you began to smell the sweater as you brought the sleeve up to your face, scratching your nose, you got dizzy with the smell of George

you dropped your hand to your side and lightly swung your hand to reach for George's hand, lightly grazing it

he looked down at your hands and reached to take it.

he held your hands and interlocked your fingers

he brought you to a grass field and made you sat down as he went a little away from you. he ran back as something flew into the sky

he sat down next to you and looked at you as the thing exploded in the sky, the bright colours cascading across the dark void that surrounded the earth.

"fireworks?" you turned to him, noticing his gaze was directed to your lips

"that's a little boring for you, isn't it? seen as though you do it so often" you joked.

"fireworks never get boring," he replied softly, looking at the fireworks that never seemed to stop "they get more and more beautiful each time"

you chuckled at his response before looking back at them

"I guess they do"

he looked back at you again, seeming nervous

"so do you" he spoke quietly

you scrunched your nose as the cooment

"now you've just gotten cheesy" you laughed

"I'd rather be cheesy than boring" he shrugged

silence grew between the two of you, comfortable silence as you both stared off to the explosions of colour

after a while you decided to speak up

you turned to George, who was laid down on the grass, his hands behind his head

"I admire you, George" you began.

your words made him confused

"how? why?" he asked

"I admire the way you take care of Chelsea, I can't imagine it would be anything but hard or you, to do that by yourself. I really respect the way you work to provide for her, I know how much it would've been hard to open up the shop after...you know. I just want you to know that I admire you" you answered

he sat up and looked at you carefully

George had never heard something like that from anyone, it made him feel appreciated, like he was loved and valued.

"you do?" he raised his eyebrows

"yeah, and you should know I'm here if you need anything, if you need someone to talk to, help you, anything" you blinked

George felt himself go hot in the cheeks

he knew that he was going to love you for the rest of his life, even if you aren't together, he knew you would have a special place in his heart

but he knew he didn't want you to leave, he knew he wanted you in his life, in Chelsea's

he leaned in and placed a kiss on your lips.

the kiss was gentle but passionate, like he didn't know how to do it but he has been longing to for so long

you broke apart to breath as he still had his eyes closed, like he was still in the moment

you reached up and cupped his cheek, rubbing his pale skin with your thumb.

he had a lazy smile planted on his face

you leaned in and kissed his shortly, making him chase your lips for more

"i guess you're not that boring" you teased

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[fierymiasma]

➷ Never Tickle a Sleeping Dragon ➷ // ominis x sebastian x f!mc

Summary: Ominis catches Sebastian and f!MC sneaking out of their shared house again, off on another dangerous adventure without him. Luckily, they know just how to make it up to him.

Tags: Fluff, Domestic Bliss, OT3, Silver Ttrio, Making Out, Aged Up! characters, Living Together

Word Count: 3.8k 🍃

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Ominis tapped his foot against the rug impatiently.  He'd been sitting in their living room, tea now cold at the side table, awaiting the other two's return.  He checked his magical watch again, only two minutes since the last time he'd check.

The nerve of those two.  Sneaking out in the dead of the night while he was asleep.  Doing Merlin knows what, going Merlin knows where.  Ever since the three of them decided to move in together, to make things official, he made them promise him that all of those unsanctioned not work-related adventures would come to an end.  He never wanted to be a widower at age 20 for Merlin's sake.  And yet, somehow, despite all their vows, he's been up since midnight impatiently waiting for their arrival back home.

At last, their front door open, creaking quite loudly despite their best efforts.  His two lovers had arrived back home, unaware that the real danger had just begun.

"Shhhh, sweetheart, you're going to wake him up.  Ominis will be livid if he knew what we'd been up to."  Sebastian whispered rather loudly all the way across the house.  They all were really getting older if Sebastian thought he was being sneaky.

He heard the front door gently click closed.  One of them locked it quietly. A feminine voice whisper-retorted, "Well, we would have cleared out those dungeons much sooner if someone didn't wake up the sleeping dragon."

Ominis could feel his heart in his throat.  A dragon?  Were they hurt?  If they weren't injured already, Ominis was going to make sure they were.

There was the sound of shuffling.  They were trying to take off their adventuring gear that they thought Ominis didn't know they had.  Sebastian teased.  "In all fairness, I thought our Hogwarts motto about tickling sleeping dragons was a small suggestion at best, or a defiant dare at the most."

One of them must have knocked over the umbrella stand loudly, making a rather loud crashing sound.  There was a sound of agony and swearing. 

"Shhhhhhh.  You'll wake him up!" She scolded Sebastian.  "If Ominis finds out where we've been, then we'd really be dead."

Ominis sighed, finishing the rest of his tea. Well, it seems like that was his cue.  Quietly getting out of his comfortable armchair, he strolled into the entrance room, his wand lighting his way.

"If Ominis finds out what?"  Ominis drawled announcing his dramatic entrance.

"Oh, bollocks!" Sebastian swore, knocking over the umbrella stand once again, causing a cacophony of tumbling knickknacks and overturned shoes.

"Ominis!"  She yelped.  Her voice had a nervous tone.  "Oh, darling, did we wake you up?"  She kissed him on both cheeks in greeting.  "Why don't we all go back to bed?"

Ominis has been with the pair of them too long to be distracted by placating kisses, no matter how sweet.  "And where are you two coming from?"

"-Taking out the rubbish-" Sebastian answered way too quickly.

"-Letting out the cat-" She blurted out at the same time.

The guilty duo stared at each other, now caught. 

Sebastian scowled.  Hands on his hips, he turned to their female partner.  "We don't even have a cat, sweetheart."

She frantically worried at her hands.  "You know I'm not very good at lying." 

Ominis was furious.  "I wake up, in the middle of the night, to find that our bed is once again empty.  No note, no sign of any of you two in the house."  The rid tip of his wand made angry sparks.  "You went off on one of your ridiculously dangerous, stupidly reckless adventures, didn't you?  You made a promise to me the last time this happened that you won't go gallivanting off to any more abandoned castles."

"Technically," Sebastian murmured under his breath as his girlfriend desperately jabbed him in the stomach to get him to shut up.  "No promises were broken.  I did swear, no more crumbling castles this time, Ominis.  We were in an abandoned dungeon this time.  Quite different scenarios really."

"Shut up, Sebastian!"  She whispered through gritted teeth.  "The second he finds out we had to duel a dragon; we're going to be in real trouble."

"Oh, I already know."  Ominis declared.  "I can't believe the two of you.  Fighting dragons?  Fighting trolls?  This isn't Hogwarts anymore!  You can't just floo powder your way back to the infirmary and expect everything to work itself out!"

She nodded rapidly, falling to pieces under Ominis interrogation.  "Ominis, I'm so sorry.  I didn't mean to."  Sebastian rolled his eyes.  She always folded so easily for Ominis.  "I really mean it.  I didn't want to make you upset.  I know we promised.  But this time-"

Sebastian covered her mouth with his hands before she could spout out any more damning evidence.  "Ominis, it was just an errand run.  Nothing more than that, I swear, on Salazar Slytherin himself."

Ominis narrowed his eyes not fooled by Sebastian's lies.  He could smell burnt fabric, as if someone's sleeve had been a bit too close to the dragon's breath.  The air smelled ferric, as if there was blood spilt, either theirs or their enemies.  He sighed.  "I don't even want to know what you two were up to.  Merlin knows if I knew half of the stuff the two of you did, I'd be sent to an early grave."  He walked up to Sebastian.  Ominis ran gentle fingers over Sebastian's face, trying to map out any new cuts or bruises.  Sebastian chased his fingers with butterfly kisses as if trying to apologize for scaring him.  

"Are you two hurt?" he asked.

"No."

"Never, not even a scratch on her." 

Ominis nodded, stiffly.  "Good, I’m glad to see you both in one piece."

Ominis let the false sense of security wash over them.  The relief was palpable as they relaxed their tense shoulders, seemingly having weathered the storm of one of Ominis' infamous lectures.

Now that he knew they were safe, unharmed, and uninjured.  Ominis could finally give them a piece of his mind. He exploded.

"Again!  The two of you!  Why, I've had it up to here with the two of you.  Making me worried sick.  Look at me, I'm losing my hair, sick with worried.  I stayed up all night worried that one of you will come back in a coffin.  When we decided to be together, to properly be together, we all swore an oath to keep each other safe.  And here you are again, constantly breaking our vow to me, sneaking out in the dead of the night, not knowing if you'll ever come back in one piece.  Why, I'm so crossed I'm at a loss for words."

Despite claiming to be speechless, the guilty duo had to sit and listen to Ominis' tirade for the better parts of an hour.  As Ominis stopped to catch his breath, and calm his nerves, Sebastian decided now was the best time to chime in.

"Well, I've certainly learned my lesson." Sebastian interrupted rather boldly despite his girlfriend's increasingly panicked expression.  "I'm glad we were able to come to another agreement, love.  But really, Ominis you needn't needlessly worry.  We're the two best duelists in all of England."  He bragged.  "Even the ministry's hitwizards have nothing on us.  All of your worrying is just going to give your wrinkles."

Ominis whipped around to face him.  "You are not to speak for the rest of the night.  Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir."  Sebastian gulped.

"And you," The tides of Ominis' wrath turned to his girlfriend.  "Again, and again, time after time, you let Sebastian and the whole population in London talk you into doing these insanely reckless activities.  Fetching dragons' eggs, fighting a whole horde of inferi, Merlin, when will you finally learn to say no?"  She looked down at her feet.  It felt eerily similar to their first meeting together.  "I don't know what's worse Sebastian's defiance of my direct orders or your constant need to please people at the expense of your own health."

The people-pleasing Hufflepuff in question could feel the tears threatening to make their appearance.  She wrapped her arms around Ominis, paradoxically wanting to seek comfort from the very man that was angry at her.  She buried her face in Ominis' chest, trying to hide herself away from his painful words.  "I'm so sorry, Ominis."  Her words were mumbled into his soon-to-be-wet sweater.  "Please don't be angry at me….or Sebastian."

Ominis sighed.  Dating two such different people was thrilling in its own right but also quite difficult at times.  Where Sebastian has not been immune to his moments of explosive emotions, their girlfriend lived and died by Ominis praises and words of affection.  Ominis tried his best, never to raise his voice at her.  But he was only human, and in moments like these where Ominis wasn't sure if they were safe or even alive at all…it was hard.  He did feel slightly bad.  It was just like their first meeting together, when he hear the new girl with the beautiful voice step out of Sebastian and his Undercroft.  The Gaunt family's wrath was perhaps one of the only things he did inherit from them.

It was always too hard to be angry at his lovers for any amount of time.  Hugging her back, he rested his cheek on the top of her head.  He ran his delicate hands through her hand, soothing her despite still being quite cross with her.

 "Darling, I'm not angry anymore.  Just disappointed in you.  I expect much better from someone as extraordinary as you."

She hated it when Ominis yelled at her.  Somehow it was much different compared to her screaming matches that she would have with Sebastian.  When the usual level-headed, calm Ominis yelled at her, he was most definitely in the right.  Now, the quiet disappointment?  This was much much worse than Ominis being angry at her.  Sebastian came closer to the pair, rubbing her lower back in support. 

It was always the same pattern time after time.  Ominis would get furious at the two of them for something that Sebastian would convince their girlfriend to do.  A very stern talking to and lecture would be had.  It always ended up in one of two ways.  Sebastian would sweet talk his way back into Ominis' good graces (and back into their shared bed), or she would unintentionally be her charming, selfless, kind-hearted self and just evaporate any of Ominis' anger. 

"So!"  Sebastian clapped his hands cheerily.  "It's been quite a long day.  I'm knackered and would love a good sleep in between the most handsome wizard in London and the most gorgeous witch in all of England.  Let's put this poor girl to bed, shall we Ominis?  I think she's quite learned her lesson."

"Oh, don't you think you can get away so easily, Sebastian."

Drat.  He really did hope that would work this time around.

Perhaps it was time for a different approach.  He moved behind the hugging couple snaking his arms in between the others' embrace, standing on the tips of his feet to rest his jaw on the taller man's shoulder.  Embracing Ominis from behind, he used his signature Sebastian Sallow voice that would have had schoolboy Ominis wrapped entirely around his finger.  "C'mon Ominis.  We've already apologized.  It's been a tiring evening."  Sebastian's lips tickled Ominis' ears, sending shivers down the man's spine.  "Please, let the both of us make it up to you."  He playfully nipped Ominis' ears before dropping his voice down an octave.  "I can promise you that our apologies are best heard in the bedroom." 

Sandwiched between his girlfriend's kraken like embrace in the front, and Sebastian's seductive voice from behind, Ominis knew where this was going.  He extricated himself from the two of them, drying his tear-stained shirt with a quick flick of his wand.

"Don't even think about it, Sallow.  In no way, am I rewarding your bad behavior tonight.  You can start by making it up to me by doing the dishes for a week."

Sebastian shrugged.  Well, all things concerned, that could have gone a lot worse.

"Without magic."

"What!  Come off it.  What's the point in that?!"  Sebastian protested.  He shot a look at his girlfriend.  "Hang on, why do I have to the do the dishes while she gets no punishment."

She sniffed, drying her eyes with the back of her hands.  "Yes, please, let me make it up to you.  I feel so awful for letting you worry about us.  I had no idea how much our nighttime outings affected you."  Ominis could feel his shoulders soften.  "You always cook us the most amazing dinners, Ominis.  And we immediately betray your love by sneaking behind your back the moment you go to sleep.  Let me at least prepare our meals for the rest of the week.  It's the least I can do."

Ominis sighed, running his hand through his hair.  "No, darling, that's quite all right. You don't have to do that for me."

"What!"  Sebastian sputtered.  "Oh, come on, Ominis.  Are you favoring her over me?"  Sebastian's jealousy couldn't help but rear its ugly head once again.  He couldn't help but worry, once again, if he was being left behind.

The blond man scoffed.  "Hardly.  Different people need to be punished differently.  Our girl thrives off of helping other people, getting praise, and being a little bit of a doormat."  He turned to her, hands on his hips, about to deliver the final devastating blow.  "There's nothing that you could do that would make me feel better.  You've really betrayed my trust today,"

Her expression was crushed.  Tears spilled over onto her cheeks.  "Merlin, this is ten times worse than any punishment at Azkaban."

Sebastian gaped at her.  Unbelievable.  "You are such a Hufflepuff sometimes."

She wiped her eyes before sticking her tongue out at him.  "Ominis tells me you're a bad influence, and I should stop listening to you." 

Sebastian pinched her bum in retaliation, delighting in the squeal of surprise she made. 

"Enough," Ominis said before this would get out of hand.  If he didn't stop this now, sooner or later clothes would start going missing.  "You both are sleeping on the couch together."

"There's only one couch!"  Sebastian protested.

"Then I suppose you'll have to figure out a solution.  Good night, the both of you." 

For the rest of the week, Ominis gave them the cold shoulder.  He did a stunning rendition of the Bloody Baron, drifting about their shared home with an aristocratic disdain for the other two.  ("Do you think he's still mad at us" he heard her whispering in the garden.  Sebastian snorted.  "Hardly.  Ominis is just being dramatic as usual.  You'll see.  He'll come around.") 

Ominis sighed, pinching his nose.  It was hard enough trying to juggle…whatever it was that the three of them had with his job at the Ministry.  Over the past week, his paperwork as an Unspeakable had piled up on his desk.  He was lucky that he was able to finish the majority of it today. Returning back home, he couldn't wait to make a nice quick meal, something comforting and warm.  Opening the front gate of their house, he mused over which book he was going to choose to read by the fire.  As he walked to the front of the door, his cheery mood started to dissipate.  Loud clanging and clashing sounds were coming from their kitchen.  Ominis could hear Sebastian yelling something.  Oh Salazar, what were those two up to now?

"Sebastian, the stove is way too hot!  You're burning it!  Let me cook.  I actually know what I'm doing."

"Says the one who managed to injury herself twice within 5 minutes of this whole mess.  You know, for being the best duelist of the three of us, you're awfully talented at getting yourself hurt."

"That's not what happened, and you know it, Slytherin.  Oh Merlin, why on earth does it look like that?  Is it supposed to be grey?"

"You think he would notice?"

There was a hacking coughing sound.  As if someone had taste tested their food and found it rather wanting.

"Oh, Merlin's beard, he's definitely going to think we're trying to poison him.  What on earth did you put in that, Sebastian?"

"Frankly, I haven't had the foggiest clue.  Can we call Deek for help, now?  We tried your way, being all cute and romantic, and look where that got us.  We should have done it my way from the start and just taken him to bed."

"Sebastian, not every relationship problem can be solved by a romp in the sheets."

Sebastian made a noise of disagreement.  "Hasn't stopped working for me yet." 

Ominis hovered in front of their front door.  Reluctant to open it and learn of the true extent of whatever damage they did to his poor house.  Maybe it was better if he just walked away and let this one play out.  Who knows?  Maybe they could pull through and not destroy the house he worked very hard to decorate and make a home. Maybe if he came back an hour later,  his girlfriend and boyfriend would be appropriately behaved, good, model-citizens.

"Maybe try incendio."  Sebastian suggested.  "If you burn the evidence, it's like it never existed."

"Hmmm….unfortunately, you might be right.  I'm running out of ideas on how to salvage this."

Oh, Merlin's beard.

The front door banged open, interrupting any more awful suggestions.  Ominis strolled in, wand out, ready to put a stop to whatever mayhem was happening in his kitchen.

The pair of them frozen, like two Nifflers robbing a bank.  For once in her life, she was glad Ominis was blind.  Maybe, he wouldn't notice the dough that had somehow stuck itself to the tiled ceiling.  Or how one of the freshly painted cabinet doors was hanging off by only one of its two hinges.  Or how her and Sebastian were both covered in questionable liquids.  Maybe, he wouldn't smell the burnt food or notice how one of his favorite tea towels that they bought for his birthday had been completely vanished (along with a few more traces of their culinary sins).

"Ominis!"  Sebastian greeted brightly.  "Just in time, we've almost finished with making you supper!"

"Is that what we're calling this fiasco?"  Ominis asked drily.  Merlin, he didn't want to even use his wand as a guide to "see" his way around the kitchen.  Maybe it was better that he didn't know the full extent of the damage.

His girlfriend approached him, gently taking his outer coat, scarf, and hat from his hands to hang it up in its proper places with the flick of her wand.  Her hands found his as she rubbed soothing circles on his cold skin.  "Ominis, Sebastian and I, well, we feel downright rotten for last week."  Sebastian snorted in the background.  "We can see how much our adventures affect you.  I can't make any promises that it won't happen again.  Or that Sebastian won't convince me to do something stupid again." 

"Oi!"  The offended man said in the background, throwing his hands in the air.

She ignored him.  "But what I can promise you is that we'll communicate better with you.  We'll tell you well in advance.  We'll tell you where we go, what we're expecting, and what time we'll be home by.  No more of this sneaking around in the dead of the night.  No more lies or hiding things from you."

Ominis could feel the tension in his stomach relax a bit.  "Well, I suppose it's unfair for me to demand you stop something that brings you two so much joy."  He chewed on his tongue thoughtfully.  "I'm amendable to this new arrangement.  I only ask that I not be left in the dark.  You have no idea how awful it is waking up in the middle of the night not knowing if you'll be left alone for the rest of your life."

Sebastian was behind to them, snaking his hand around Ominis thin waist and peppering kisses on the side of his pale neck.  "You shan't be alone.  We'll always be here."  His mouth was dangerously close to Ominis's pulse.  "From now on, you have an indefinite invitation to come to any one of our outings.  Merlin knows someone needs to witness the majesty that is Sebastian Sallow."  The other two snickered.  "Now come on Ominis,” Sebastian hands made their journey towards Ominis's belt.  "Let us make it up to you."

Ominis could feel how weak he was to Sebastian's tactics.  With their sweetheart in front, now pressing soft kisses on Ominis's hands, and Sebastian behind him, chin tucked on Ominis's shoulder, Ominis could feel his will waver.  Sebastian angled Ominis's chin towards him, eyes flickering to the other man's kips.  Whatever protests Ominis had in his mind were now entirely forgotten, too busy being kissed by his boyfriend.   

They kiss for what feels like an entirety until Ominis has to pull back for air.  Then, their lover kissed Ominis, hard, before he could catch his breath.  Ominis ran his long fingers through her hair.  Her hands have worked their way up to Ominis's chest and finding Sebastian's tie.  Her hands were wrapped tightly around the necktie pulling him in, refusing to let him go.  Sebastian couldn't stop grinning marveling at his own luck having successfully wooed the two most beautiful people on earth.

When she broke apart from poor Ominis, who was entirely winded, she tugged on the green tie, pulling Sebastian forward.  He gladly met her half-way, arms curling around her waist. 

 Ominis supposed one week of giving them the cold shoulder was punishment enough.  Except-

"What about the kitchen?  Weren't you two trying to make something?"

The other two separated from their kiss, arms still around each other.  The mischievous pair blinked owlishly, their eyes too innocent and too childlike.

"What are you talking about, Ominis?  I haven't had the foggiest idea what you mean."  Sebastian tried.

"We made…a small mess." she confessed.  "I think Sebastian was trying to poison you to steal your family fortune."

Sebastian laughed, before reaching around to Ominis to kiss him on the cheek. 

"Don't get too cocky," Ominis warned without any real heat.  It was hard to be intimidating when his boyfriend was kissing the edge of his lips, and his girlfriend was leaving bruising marks on Ominis's neck.  "Just because you two try to do something cute.  My mood can change at any time." 

"Mmhmm." Sebastian agreed, before teasingly nipping at Ominis's lips. 

Ominis sighed, fully relenting to the fact that he was too easy on them.  His pants were getting tighter, and his heartbeat quicken.  "I believe, there was something you two were meaning to show me upstairs?"

He could feel the other man's grin on his cheek.  Sebastian purred.  "Now, that's the spirit."

Their girlfriend guided his hand towards the staircase, "Come on, Ominis.  Sebastian and I have something in store for you in the bedroom."  Sebastian laughed, young and carefree.

Ominis shook his head with a smile on his face.  The two of them, incorrigible.  "Lead the way." Ominis answered.

[little-peril-stories]

Hiya Kate!

- The Angsty Heist Wip. THE ANGSTY HEIST WIP. The Court of Rogues. Very exciting!

- Have you ever read Will in Scarlet by Matthew Cody? It was one of my favorite books in middle school. I bought a copy recently, and I still really enjoy it.

- What are your favorite and least favorite iterations of Robin Hood?

-Paisley

Hi hi! thanks for the ask!

I'm excited for TCOR, too! (just gotta actually finish writing it, no biggie...)

I have not read Will in Scarlet by Matthew Cody but I peeked on Libby and it's available through my library! Maybe after I'm finished reading Till Death I'll take a break from pain change it up with a nice MG Robin Hood story. Thanks for the rec!

hmm, okay. fave and least fave RH stories!

Let me start here: I know TPOT and all the ridiculous Robin Hood references I made in it might make it seem like I have an intense wealth of knowledge of this particular story, but the truth is:

I decided to do Whumptober 2022

I wrote Bree's arrest and did not have a plan. (I was also writing Fen and Freddie and The Curiosity Collector at the same time, and I was winging all of it.)

I needed a plot to go along with the "makeshift bandage" and "self-done first aid" prompts, so I invented a guy, called him Will, and then put Bree in the cell next to him.

As their characters began to form, I came up with the title The Prince of Thieves (obviously and knowingly stealing from the movie) because it sounded cool.

When I decided to rewrite the story, that was when I decided to fully lean into the Robin Hood foundation I'd set up for myself.

And it required a lot of random research! 😂

All this to say I'm neither a fangirl nor an expert, but Robin Hood stories have a bunch of things I actually love: archery, heroes with strong principles, evil bad guys, fun character archetypes to play with, a cool historic setting, found family, and romance. So I simply couldn't resist.

Okay now that I've made it clear that I'm no RH expert, let's assess the RH stories I've consumed.

Disney's Robin Hood (1977): a classic childhood thing. Lots of fun. 100% part of my whump awakening.

BBC Robin Hood (2006): probably a terrible adaptation overall (don't remember it well), but it was filled with such attractive people that I absolutely did not care. Fondly remembered by me because I watched it around the same time as the BBC Merlin.

Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves (1991): I can barely remember this movie but I am aware of its reputation. I am slightly emotionally attached to it because I watched it while I was on a student exchange. We dragged mattresses into the common area and watched it together. So fun.

Robin Hood: Men in Tights (1993): most recently watched, as you know, and truly hilarious. Extra points because I am in love with Cary Elwes in this era.

Once Upon a Time (2011-2018): meh. don't remember much. Sean Maguire as RH didn't thrill me. Can't say much more.

Once Upon a Time in Wonderland (2013): I will actually die on the hill that this short-lived show is fun to watch, but it has some tropes that speak directly to my soul plus characters from Aladdin and RH so of course I would say that. Objectively, I don't think it's very good. Will Scarlett is funny and has a great northern accent (but Cyrus is my man). Robin is still boring AF.

Verdict:

Fave: goes to BBC or Mel Brooks.

Least fave: Kevin Costner or OUAT

[siriusmydeer]

my pretty witch

james potter x fem!reader

summary: james shows you how beautiful your body is.

word count: 2.8k

warnings: soft dom!james, sub!reader, fingering, fem!receiving oral, body insecurities, self doubt, missionary, penetration, marking, daddy kink, kissing, praise, mentions of sickness, wolfstar mention <3

note; requested.

the birds were singing, the sun was glowing, it was the most memorable saturday of the spring season.

students were speaking amongst themselves as the birds were increasingly chirping and the glinting sun that was only visible hanging planet in the sky that was emitting shimmering rays upon the two girls sitting amongst themselves. the faint gust of wind peering as subtle background noise whilst the rest of the courtyard was trifling around on the weekend.

“'m not sure lils, i just feel— it’s hard to explain.” you began to explain with an expression of embarrassment starting to linger on your face, a simple yet prying conversation amongst the ginger whilst you both sat upon the fresh-cut grass upon the millions of acres that belonged to hogwarts.

students of hogwarts were fairly spaced out upon the yard, as well as corridors and the library with madame pince no doubt hurrying them away to keep the tranquility rather in unbroken, as it was one of the first warm days for weather since the scotland air was filled with ivory flecks that completely covered the viridescent grounds.

almost no gryffindor peers around only the two of you insight. james, remus, peter, and sirius had all made their way closer to the quidditch pitch the minute they left breakfast; mainly so james could practice alongside sirius, and they could prance around the pitch on their brooms like first years who had just learned how to fly, as remus and peter watched. mainly peter, remus had cracked open his most latest read as soon as he sat upon the stands whilst faintly blushing from time to time at sirius’ winks and irritatingly pleasant wolf whistles.

what you hadn’t known was james leaving his mates with each other slightly earlier than expected in a quest for his girlfriend.

he had a glistering grin formed on his lips after catching sight of you speaking amongst lily. he was ready to parade over to you and boast about his newest quidditch tricks he had learned whilst sitting upon your lap ruining the serene aura that swarmed around your conversation with the ginger.

the deviant sun flickered delicate rays over your figure, to james you were effortlessly gleaming in the golden hues that radiated upon your skin.

his girl.

how could someone be so utterly beautiful?

the only thing diminishing his smile from the apex of his lips was when he was close enough to catch wind of your conversation with the gryffindor.

“i don't want him to think ‘m disgusting or anything! i just— i have stretch marks and stuff. i don't wanna be unappealing or something.” you whined following a groan whilst tilting your head back, covering your eyes at the slowly sinking sun radiating into your irises.

lily gaped at you befuddled before speaking, “but i mean, you’ve had sex before—” she spoke rather boisterously, you rapidly took the palm of your hand, clutching it over her mouth before she removed it and continued speaking, “and he's never been ‘disgusted’ or anything prior.” she finished in a whisper at your widen eyes; your face contorting into fear, afraid someone had heard what she said.

“’m just nervous that just because he doesn't express anything, doesn't mean he doesn't think it.” you chewed heavily at the skin of your peeling lips before applying a fresh layer of chapstick to the chapped cushions.

the awareness of your pending stress began to become overwhelming in your veins as you expressed your concerns to lily.

the bespectacled boy less than ten feet away from you tremendously creased his features in bewilderment, his face almost permanently contorting into a grueling grimace. did he ever do anything to make you think you were undesirable to him? you were quite literally an angelic essence that roamed the acres of hogwart’s at every waking moment of the day, it was like he had won the lottery, (something muggle-like you had mentioned to him) when you had agreed to go on a date with him.

and now you suspected something he couldn't even imagine in a nightmare.

he stayed a moment longer, listening to you drone on upon the fact he might've found you horrid or repelling. his psyche opting to trudge back to the gryffindor towers where he had originally planned to meet with you after your meet-up with lily.

what decision could've reveled in your mind to decide that he might've thought grueling thoughts on the certain aspects of your psychical appearance that he particularly found beautiful. your personality was captivating, of course. but that didn't mean he wouldn't bore his eyes into your figure trying to memorize every micro-detail of you and your features. any juncture of time he had with you he would spend adorning every aspect of you, when you happen to be separated he would spend his mind fulfilling images of you.

there wasn't one moment where he wasn't thinking of you.

and there wasn't one singular nanosecond he didn't think you weren't a goddess walking the earth.

even before you had brushed your teeth on particularly rough mornings before classes when the mangled tuffs of your hair that clung to your roots before brushing it, even when you were blowing your nose and heaving the tissues onto the ground when you were adamantly sick and you couldn't even whiff the most pungent scents; you were angelic.

so how in merlins name would you think so negatively of yourself?

james proceeded to haul his legs in pacing motions across the floor whilst he awaited your presence in the vermillion stricken common room. his thoughts overwhelming him on the mere thought of you and your psyche negatively impacting every nook and cranny of your mind-- which he would opt to remove any moment he got the chance to.

at the tumble of his limbs moving around the common room he heard a similar pair of footsteps enter the common room, “you alright, love?” you inquired gently, your figure tremendously slouched and drowsy after being in overwhelming embarrassment, the quick spin of his figure catching your attention.

“should i not have—” you initiated to speak again, your words almost completely disorganized, speaking first rather than overthinking your words at his slight apprehensive behaviors since you had arrived mere seconds ago.

“i love you,” he began, now walking over to your tense figure, “and you're my person,” said james in a rapid pace, the words of his tongue rolling off haphazardly. you began to crease your eyebrows confusedly at his confession, his hands deciding to sit on both sides of your fragile jaw that began to clench in the encasement of his palms.

you were adamantly confused at where his arbitrary confession had sprouted from, and the intentions behind it.

“’m quite aware, yes?” you sighed in the duration of your sentence recalling the conversation over your appearance with lily just a few minutes ago, now defiantly looking at your shoes before speaking again. “why the sudden confession, james?” you inquired again, this time sorrowfully.

“’m not an eavesdropper or anything,” he began to defend himself, seeing your eyes hastily peer ascent to him along with the widening of your eyes, “but, i— i heard what you said to lily.” he finished his sentence wistfully. you respired heavily for a moment, your hands now clutching onto his that remained laid onto your complexion.

“just, i dunno. ignore my thoughts, they’re stupid.”

his eyes proceeded to widen at your request. his reaction to being adamantly confused was contorted in the features of his face like he had been peering over the defense against the dark arts section on an O.W.L.S exam after not studying for a week.

“i could never just ignore you. i care about what you think, m’love.” he dragged the pad of his thumb against the dermis of your cheek, feeling the broad flush of your skin begin to warm the velvet palms of hands. “i just— i can't explain it.”

there was a detrimental feeling pooling in your mind at the feeling of embarrassment beginning to tinge your cheeks. you felt as if you were in the middle of a school audition and suddenly forgot all of your lines, the insistent feeling of unworthiness popping up in your mind every couple of minutes like a menace throughout your life.

“c’mon, darling,” he whispered whilst beckoning you, removing his hands that were clutched onto the apple of your cheeks now sliding his digits through your own. the balmy feeling of his palm radiating into yours was the only steady grasp you had while he had led you into his empty dormitory.

his emotions continued to display as unknown whilst he sat upon the vermillion knit comforter that laid quite messily upon his bed. his legs began to open whilst he brought your body between them. his palms making a heavy grip upon the curvature of your waist, and his thumb now stroking the cotton material that adorned your figure. his thumb gliding down to the hem, suddenly feeling the warm flush of your skin melding into his own.

“let me make you feel good.” james began to plead, his face quirking into a mild pout. your mind reflecting on your insecurities for a moment, the ripples in your skin, the vergetures tissue that was rooted upon your flesh, but as of right now that was now to be the least of your concerns that ventured in your mind.

the pads of his calloused palm lingered to the planes of your lower back to the swell of your bottom, his hands palming at the denim material while he awaited your answer; you merely nodded your head, his grin increasingly growing whilst his grip managed to maneuver you hurriedly onto the middle of his bed. your legs slightly fumbling before your spine was adjacent to his mattress.

his lip was now faintly tucked under the cushion of his lip while his athletic form began to hover over your body. the ivory white top you were dressed in was now being pulled down to the point of the exposure of your brassiere, and the dewy kisses emitting from his lips were now faintly pressed against the mantle of your skin.

his fingers feebly started to grasp at the flimsy material of your top before raising it over the undulating form of your body, his hand flinging the pallid fabric onto the mahogany wood of his dormitory. james had now buried his head between your supple mounds that laid gracefully on your chest, his swirling tendrils of brunet tickled at the planes of your jugular.

he felt the slight respire hitching in your chest while lips suckled at the skin that guarded your sternum, the slight blossoming hue rested in the juncture of your chest whilst his lips proceeded to move around your midriff.

the silk tresses of his brunet tuffs faintly titillated at your abdomen as the sponges of his kisses landed directly on the lower regions of your abdomen. his lips continuing to suction recurrent markings till the fluorescent blooms of umber and vermillion spilled delicately onto the searing flesh of your midriff.

his cerulean eyes peeled off of the buckle from your jeans, his eyes now sauntering out your face, and your arms now balancing yourself so you can gape into his eyes. he tilted his head in question, emitting a second nod of confirmation from you. taking it upon himself to rid of your clothing from your legs, leaving his hand traveling into the flimsy sheet of scarlet lace you had been clad in.

his finger swirled upon the swollen button once, releasing an enclosed gasp from your lungs that had been held in your trachea. his hands grasping upon the tight material and removing it from your body before looking at the sopping folds of your cunt.

once, twice, three times, he glided his fingers through your arousal effortlessly before attaching his lips to the swelled nub, proceeding to suckle like a babe. his tongue exploring your cunt whilst your wavering moans were transferring through the air. he began to maneuver your legs to balance on the bend of his shoulders whilst your pending moans lay enticingly in the air; your feeble digits feeling the strain of his tuffs in the clutch of your fingers at his arousing stimulation.

his ring and middle finger began to prod at your entrance before sliding into the depths of your aching cunt nimbly. his tongue stretched upon the crevices of your cunt while it collected your sickly nectar on the tip of his tongue, his face now buried in your cunt.

the unyielding quiver in your legs around his head was only steely increasing as he etched you closer and closer upon release. the bubbling moans exuding from your throat only increasing his current pride at your pleasureful noises making him grin into your cunt until you were pleading out to him, rather desperately.

“daddy, please. can i cum?”

“since you asked so nicely.” he retorted to your question enticingly. removing his mouth as his fingers recurrently impelled in the silken encasement of your cunt until your legs were trembling over his shoulders, and your mind had finally bleared out from the explosive butterflies that now lingered in your belly.

he caught sight of a few unwavering mauve lines that retracted in the inside flesh of your thighs, pressing a few absentminded kisses to them before his body began to hover over your own.

the bespectacled boy had now removed the indigo shirt from his body, his abdomen and rippling muscles were now in desolate from your slightly fatigued eyes. his body now recurrently hovering over your heaving one. his thumb swiped against your cheek once before his eyes came in the direct view of your churning abdomen.

he lowered his face till his nose was slightly smeared against your rib cage and his lips came in direct contact with the mauve and pallid lines you had been so doggedly insecure about.

his hands now placed on the curvature of your waist, admiring the stripes that now defined your midsection. tracing the small lines on the left, on the right, then craning his neck under your thighs so he could press a few absentminded kisses to the swell of your bum.

when he had returned from your underside, now catching your lips in a kiss. the hues of orange and red now bleeding into the atmosphere of the room, the sun slowly setting in the underworld amongst the other planets whilst he removed the remaining articles of clothing that had lingered on your figures.

“you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, pressing a kiss into the junction of your neck, landing directly on your pulse point that had been unwaveringly erratic. “astonishingly beautiful, my angel.” he crooned into the curvature of your neck whilst his lips moved to the crease of your jaw.

his hands delicately were fixed on the apex of your thighs, the limbs hanging closely on the burly muscles of his waist. “please, daddy. need you so bad.” you began to mewl while his cock had nudged faintly at your thigh.

at your words, james leisurely filled you to the brim with his cock until the happy trail sprouted ascent his lower abdomen was now pressed against your hips in a minuscule grinding-like motion.

his forearms now embedding into the mattress beside your hair that was cascading around your face similar to a halo that an angel wore proudly, his hips continuously grinding against your hips whilst your ankles were brought into a tight lock on the lower curvature of his spine.

“my pretty girl.”

the motions of his thrusts were steady and protracted. the movements drawing out your orgasms substantially, rather than the feeling of intense euphoric elation, it’s rather prolonged and comforting in the small snap of a coil that trembled in your belly.

the searing flush of your skin colliding with one another whilst his mouth had now been placed upon your own once more. your arms now resting on the nape of his neck, the minuscule scratch, and tug of your fingers bringing him to center of the actions he was trying to exhibit towards you.

his love, his adoration, his appreciation.

the small kisses he left on your hairline whilst he was etched closer, and closer upon his release until the splintering clench in his belly had profusely slackened . “you’re so captivating.” he crooned amid your kiss after separating his lips from yours for a moment.

the meld of his skin against your own was enticing and inviting. his tongue swept into your mouth to envelop the feeling of you just a little more before the ropes of his release had seeped into the depths of your cunt; only deepening the liplock whilst his prick had remained inside of you.

it wasn't a long duration of time before james quickly scrambled away to dress you in his freshly cleaned vermillion and umber quidditch jumper and a pair of his boxer shorts, quickly cuddling close to your side whilst placing a few last kisses to your forehead before he had changed into a pair of sweatpants himself and beckoned you to lay on his chest.

“you m’dear, are, completely, and irrevocably bewitching. my pretty witch.”

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[drippingmoon]

9, 18, 21

Hello! Thanks for the ask:) Putting most of it under a cut because it got a bit too long and, uh, sappy

9. What’s a series or franchise you secretly or not so secretly think you’d be, like, a REALLY good writers for if they’d stop being cowards and hire you already?

Fact 1: I'd suck as a tv writer lol

If I can't meander for years, get lost in my characters' thoughts and generally have unlimited freedom over how long scenes last, then it's not in my comfort zone and no thanks. It's for the same reason I've never done prompts. I get antsy if I have conditions

Fact 2: I actually haven't watched a series in so long, I'm out of loop and most of my fav shows are finished. On the other hand, goddammit, I would've signed up if Merlin were still ongoing because I have a lot of pent thoughts and feelings on it and would've loved if they'd patched it up a little

18. Tell us about a character who’s very different than you who you love a whole lot

I'll take this opportunity to gush over Anne some more, thanks🤣 tho Malchior was a close second. Funny, since they're also two characters in whose heads I spend most of my writing time.

Anne... she's someone who's on the brink, I can't say of what, and who always has these liminal thoughts that make her stop before an action, and. It's fascinating to see how she chooses to react, like rolling dice on her neutrality. And most of the time I don't know why she chooses what she does, until afterwards. And then it makes perfect sense.

But that's for writing. Personally, I love how much of a wild card she is. If I throw her in the middle of the story every plot beat gets shaken up🤣 tho her one constant would be her devotion to the things she loves. That was a surprise to me the first time around, because she very much exists out of herself, she's forgotten how to get a sense of what she really feels. She mostly relies on memory for that.

You probably wouldn't get that feeling most of the time since she's crisp in her reactions, but. There are some scenes when it hits her over the head, and just let me start screaming internally because I've never been as excited to write a scene than those before.

In short, for many other reasons I haven't listed here, she owns my whole heart (and the story sigh. That wasn't negotiated)

21. BIG ask: what do you think is the most important component of a good story?

Emotion. Also known as my one and only bane, as for the longest time I didn't know how they function and why they function. Since then it's become pretty clear to me that what you feel while writing can vastly differ from the reader's emotion, but it's still pretty baffling.

Yeah, emotion always remains with me after reading something, and that's what I'll remember. And it's also the hardest to grasp in writing, if you ask me

I'm also not a fan of the term 'good story', because... some will say characters, some will say plot. But there are days when I'm not in the mindset to read, and not even the best crafted stories will catch my interest. And I'll see them months later and think, read them and fall in love with them and remember everything from the page because it meant so much, and why was I an idiot back then, what was I thinking?

Also, you can sometimes not particularly like any of the characters or the plot, but the overall setting and the tone it gives can be perfect. I've fallen in love with some organ scenes before, and they were pretty poignant so I knew I'd be seeing them again, and it saved the book for me. I kept reading just to reach those scenes again, and feel what they've made me feel, because it was something unique to them

[wreckofawriter]

Fine Line

Word count: 2,459

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Pureblood!Reader

Warnings: A bit of swearing

Summary: When Y/N sworn enemy stands up for her she is left confused by a confession.

A/n: Sorry I havent posted in a while I have been unbelievably busy.

Not my gif btw credit to owner

“There was a fine line between love and hate you heard that cliche all the time. But no one told you that the moment they crossed it would be the one least expected. You’d fall in love and crack open a secret door to let your soul mate in You just never expected such closeness one day to feel like an intrusion” - Jodi Picoult

You had heard the saying there is a fine line between love and hate too many times for your liking, your friend seemed to repeat it daily to you. Personally, you did not agree with that statement, they were completely different feelings. You believed it was like saying there was a fine line between yellow and purple which is far from true.

As you watched him stalk toward you, your previous accusations were confirmed.

“Oh look if it isn’t broken hearted Y/L/N” He sneered when he reached the tree you were sitting in.

“Malfoy” You scoffed back dropping to the ground. You landed in a crouch stood up and straightened your robes. “Here to insult me or hex me?”

Despite both being Slytherins and born from respectable pureblood families your hatred was strong for each other, ever since you fought over a cabin on the Hogwarts Express first year.

“I just wanted to know why you weren’t sitting with your boy toy recently.” He challenged. Usually, Malfoy was bad but ever since you had started to date Jacob he had become intolerable.

“None of your business.” You started promptly.

“He broke up with you didn't he.” he mocked, laughing “What he couldn’t handle looking at you all day.” He’s gargoyles behind him laughed.

“I would kick you in the teeth, but what's the point in improving your looks.” You retorted, swallowing the pain of the fresh wound he had just poured salt into. He scoffed his permanent smirk disappearing for a split second before returning. “Did you have a reason for this charming visit.” You asked sarcastically.

“Not entirely. Just to see how the break up went.” He mused picking at his perfect fingernails.

“Well then, if I through a stick will you leave?” This one got to him, and his cocky demeanor dropped.

“Did you just call me a dog Y/L/N?” He questioned dropping his hands and clenching them in fists.

“In fact I did.” You said turning curtly your hair whipping his face, gathered your books and turned to leave. You simply wanted to be in bed.

When you returned to your room you found your best friend Celo sitting on her bed a book held in her hands about two inches from her face. You let out a giggle at her position and confused expression.

“What?” she asked

“I just want to know why you are trying to enter that book like its a portal.”

“It's an exciting book.” She shrugged.

You laughed again, “You coming down for breakfast?” you grumbled scuffing your shoes on the ground.

“Yeah give me a sec,” she glanced at your sad demeanor, “You don’t seem like to want to."

“Not only do I have to deal with Jacob but Malfoy is being a dick again. Godric, I hate him” You sighed.

“You know there's a fine line between lo-”

“If you finish that sentence I will hex you.” You interrupted.

Celo rolled her eyes. Unlike you, she wasn’t blind to Dracos pathetic attempts (if you call insulting you attempts) to flirt with you. He was terrible at it, but Celo was convinced to get you to notice. She always pointed it out when she caught him staring at you, she tried to tell you that you were the only one who could get to the Slytherin boy with your insults, but it was no luck you were blinded by your hatred.

You began to gather your stuff your mood getting momentarily better until you saw Jacobs sweater lying in the ground and sighed. It had been a week and you still didn't have the heart to touch the damned thing.

“You know I could move it if you wanted.” Celo pointed out.

“Nah,” You sighed. You almost left it where it lay but you couldn’t, you just couldn’t. “I will.” with that, you summoned all the courage you had and snatched his sweater off the ground. With this sudden rush of adrenaline, you decided you would return it to him. Right now.

“You know what, I’m going to give it to him.” You stated.

“I don’t know if that's the-”

“I don't care he treated me like shit and I will not keep his sweatshirt because I am scared of a measly Ravenclaw.” You yelled.

“Alright” Celo sighed knowing that once you decided to do something, there was no stopping you, you were definitely put in the right house.

You walked into the great hall loudly, stomping your feet. You always had a loud way about you, when you walked into a room everyone knew it. You weren’t afraid of Jacob or his smug Ravenclaw pose either. Heads turned as you walked straight up to Jacob and his smirking friends.

“Y/N, I thought I made it clear we were over.” He scoffed.

“I was simply returning your sweatshirt.” You growled.

“You can keep it. Give it to the next guy you sleep with.” He mused playing with his fork.

“You Jacob Tahlin, are the reason God invented the middle finger,” You sneered as you threw the sweatshirt at him.

“Don’t worry you will have your finger shoved down some other dudes throat in no time.”

Your eyes went wide. Mouth dropped open. Anger ran through you like boiling water. Then you took a step closer and slapped him. Hard. Backhanded. So hard your ring had pierced his skin.

“You bitch!” he shouted his hand pulling away from his cheek with blood on his finger tips. He then began to get up and face you, but before he could even set down his fork he had a wand to his throat.

“You take one more step and I will not hesitate to kill you.” seethed a familiar voice through clenched teeth.

You watched as the platinum-haired boy pushed Jacob backward so his legs were against the bench he had been sitting on. The smirks were wiped off his friend's faces.

“W-woah there Malfoy, d-don’t get your p-panties in a knot.” Jacob stuttered clearly nervous.   As he put his hands as a sign of surrender. Every eye in the hall was on the scene playing out in front of you.

“You listen to me Tahlin.” Draco spits his mouth filled with venom, “If you even look at her the wrong way one more time, I. Will. Kill. You.”

“Who are you to tell me what to do?” Jacob asked suddenly regaining his snarky attitude.

“Who am I? I’m the guy who can turn your life into a living hell with the snap of his fingers.” Draco continued still learning and closer and closer to Jacob.

As you observed you saw Jacob slowly move his had towards his robe pocket. Your body filled with fear and anger once again. You snatched your own wand from your robe, “Stupify!” tumbled from your lips.

Jacob shot straight backward knocking over the bench and flying over the table. Every single eye in that room was on you but the only ones you could focus on were a pair of bright silver ones which stared at you wide with surprise.

“Miss Y/L/N!” you heard McGonagall shout but you couldn’t take your eyes off of the Slytherin in front of you. “You are coming to my office right now!” she gasped. “Someone please help that boy.” She yelled as she dragged you out of the hall.

After a long hour lecture about fighting in school, losing your house 35 points and gaining a month of detention you were finally let go thanks to Snape demanding he needed you to come to a class which you didn't have for another hour. He, of course, let you go the second you left the classroom.

As you sat in the library you couldn't help but think of Draco. Ever since this morning, you wondered why. Why would Draco step in front of you? Why not laugh and watch as he did with everyone else? Why help you? Your thoughts were cut off by the very boy on your mind.

“Y/N?” You looked up to see Draco standing in front of you.

“Hey Draco,” you mumbled as you lay your head on your crossed arm in front of you. He sat in the chair next to you taking the same position you were in and faced you. For a minute or two, you just sat there in awkward silence staring at each other, where all you could think about is how his eyes shone, and his hair looked so smooth and how amazing it would be to kiss that precise jawline to his soft pink lips.

"So umm..." Draco muttered.

“Why?” you spoke.

“What?” he said blinking twice as if he had just woken from a nap.

“Why did you do it?” you continued, searching his face which still looked confused. “Ya, know, step in front of me, stop Jacob. We aren’t friends, well to be completely honest I didn't think you liked me at all and I definitely didn't like you. So why?”

Draco turned his head so his chin was resting on his arms instead of his cheek and he was facing away from you. He stared straight ahead not daring to look at you because he knew if he did, everything he had managed to hide for five years would come tumbling out.

“Draco?” you asked. He sighed still not looking at you.

"Draco?" You asked again.

“Remember first year when you fought me  for that stupid train cabin?” He asked his eyes locked on a far away bookshelf.

“Of course.” You said “I also remember winning that fight” you chuckled.

“Yeah.” He said smiling but not his usual smirk a genuine smile showing his perfect pearly smile. “I think that's when it happened.”

“Yeah, I think that's why I started to dislike you too.”

    This time he laughed. He actually laughed. The sound was addictive, you wanted to hear it’s sweetness again. “I remember when I saw you, and Merlin where you small, smaller than me by far, and I thought to myself ‘This will be easy, this girl will leave the second she sees me.’ and boy was I wrong” he was still smiling as he talked. “I remember walking up to you and telling you and your friends to leave, and you said, ‘Make me.’ and when I told you to again, you said, ‘Right now I need something only you can provide.’ ‘and what's that’ I said. And you replied with ‘Your absence.’ I and I think that is the exact moment, I fell in love with you” He was now looking straight down at the table the color creeping up to his cheeks. You weren’t sure what to do with his sudden confession so you just sat there staring at him your mouth open slightly.

    “At first I convinced myself you were just a pretty and I was being ridiculous but then I started to notice things. Like how the only time you cried is when you were reading a sad book. Or the way your Y/H/C hair flows like a waterfall down your back. Or how when you know your brilliant insult got to me your eyes would shine. Or how you could always turn a bad situation into a good one. Or how you would never call anyone a mudblood. Even when that stupid prick of a boyfriend of yours was screaming at you this morning. You didn't even think of the word.”

He looked at you now waiting for your reaction. But you were too stunned to say anything you just stared. “When you started dating him I felt like my heart was ripped from my body. Every day I would see you sit with him. Laugh with him and I couldn’t function. I wouldn’t go to meals anymore. My grades drop and my happiness along with them. I’m sorry I was such a dick all these years. I just couldn't deal with the fact that I was in love with you.” He sighed, looking at you again your eyes were wide your mouth still slightly ajar.

“Clearly, I’m an idiot and you definitely don’t feel the same so I will be going now.” He said standing, “I am truly sorry for being so rude, you didn't deserve that.” And with that, he walked away. Leaving you confused and bewildered. You just sat there for a minute processing all the information that had just been given to you.

“Fuck it.” You muttered standing and running after him. “Draco!” you yelled sprinting down the hall. You tripped on your robes and stumbled to the ground causing a few bystanders to giggle. You flipped them of striped your robes and continued after him.  Just in your skirt and blouse, you ran. You managed to see him just before he turned a corner.

“Draco!” you yelled again picking up your pace as you turned the corner you ran as fast as you could to catch up with him. When you finally reached him he kept walking. “Draco.” He kept walking. “Draco!” Still walking “God dammit Draco look at me.” You said grabbing his shoulder. He turned and you saw the last thing you would never expect; his eyes were rimmed with red and puffy a tear still sliding down his pale cheek. “What? He mumbled looking at anything but you. “Here to rub it in my face Y/L/N?” He asked furiously wiping his tears.

“No, I’m here to do this.” You said and without thinking twice you grabbed his tie and pulled his lips onto yours.

It took less than a second for Draco to respond to you; his lips moving in sync with yours as he moved his hand to your hips, pulling you closer to him. He deepened the kiss sliding his tongue into your mouth as you wrapped your hands around his neck and pulled him as close to you as possible. Everything else seemed to disappear, it was just you and him. You felt your heartbeat quicken a spark ignite inside you and you know that he felt the same.

Finally you broke apart both of you gasping and out of breath.

“I love you” He whispered shyly looking down at you; his grey eyes piercing yours, his cheeks flush.

“I love you too.” You said as you began to lean in to kiss him again. You placed your lips on his but were interrupted.

There was a loud thump as Celos books hit the ground, “Holy shit” She said, “I knew it, I knew it, I fucking knew it!” She was jumping up and down. “I told you there was a fine line between love and hate.” She said excitedly. And for once you actually agreed as you pulled Draco in for another kiss.

[wonderwomanfantasy]

Libraries and love potions part five (end)

Remus x reader Jilly

warnings: nothing, it’s all cute and fluff

word count:1,300(about)

summary: hi my name is Maddie and I can’t write endings...Let's go

part one    part two     part three     part four

you scanned the room for the Marauders it seemed James had gone dancing with his date but the other three boys were sat at a table watching the others dance.  You moved as fast as you could without tripping in your heals. Remus was nursing a  butterbeer and not looking at you Sirius did see you though, he cocked an eyebrow at you silently asking you why you had ditched Nick. You shrugged not really sure yourself what had happened.

You had full intentions of asking Remus to dance but as you reached the table your heart was hammering against your bodice. So instead of getting Remus's attention, you extended your hand to Sirius “care to dance?” you asked nervously. He agreed and pulled you on to the dance floor.

“I have to say I wasn't expecting to be the one you asked to dance,” he jerked his head in Remus's direction.

“I panicked last minute,” you admitted chewing on your lower lip until you remembered the lipstick and stopped.

“you don't have anything to worry about he's crazy about you,” you blushed and fought the urge to look at Remus. “you should have seen him when he was trying to come up with a way to ask you to the ball and how ecstatic he was when you asked him out then of course we fucked that up in about a minute.” Sirius continued, you carefully turned your head back to the table and met Remus's gaze. He was watching the two of you intensely until his eyes met yours he blushed and dropped his eyes to the bottle still in his hand.

“but that day in the library I heard Remus talking about wanting to ask a girl out?” you really wanted it to be true and for Remus to return your feelings but you just weren't sure yet.

“yeah that was probably my fault I was giving old Moony a hard time for not being able to ask you out before Nick did.” he shrugged innocently so in a small act of retaliation you stepped on his foot.

“bitch,”

“Asshole why didn't you tell me! I was so close to getting him!” you hissed angrily.

“well now you know so go ask him to dance!” the song ended now was the perfect moment to go dance but James snagged your arm and pulled you into a dance. James wasn't as good as a dancer as Sirius but he was still a good dancer.

“you need to go dance with Remus,” he said as soon as the music started.

“I was going to but then someone stopped me,” you teased James continued like he didn't hear you.

“Remus is great but you already know that he loves you so much I guess that's what Sirius told you and you two are basically a couple so I know that everything will be fine but I think that you should just start dating already. am I sweating?” he was, but didn't wait for you to answer.

“okay I helped you with your stupid love life your turn to help me with mine look at Lilly isn't she perfect Merlin I thought she was pretty before but looking at her now... What should I do (y/n)? fuck help me.”  you two weren't dancing so much as you were moving in a circle while talking.

“go dance with her,” you suggested even though it seemed obvious.

“right,” he said before dropping your hands and walking over to her. You stood stunned in the middle of the dance floor alone.  You weren't sure what to do so you walked over to the table the boys were at.

“what the hell is up with James?” you asked taking a seat.

“Well I might have slipped my Felix Feltious potion into his drink at dinner, figured it's about time he and Lilly got together,”  Remus said Sirius choked on whatever he was drinking from a flask

“Really? I slipped some Love potion into his drink at dinner.” Sirius admitted, you all starred at each other for a few moments before you all burst into fits of laughter, which lasted a little longer than it needed to.

“Okay well let's stop him now,” you said pushing the chair out you were stopped however by Remus grabbing your hand. It was a small action but it sent bolts of electricity up your arm.

“wait let's see where this goes,” he said his eyes shining.  You looked at the dance hall and quickly found James and Lilly.  They were dancing together and by the looks of it, they were having a good time talking and laughing. James leaned in cupping Lilly's face gently she didn't even try to stop him.

“awe their first kiss we should have gotten a picture,” Sirius teased. Causing a chuckle to ripple through the table. Remus still hasn't moved his hand from yours he moved his thumb across your knuckles.

“Remus want to dance?” you asked trying to keep your voice steady, you had never seen him blush so intensely. He moved his hand so that your fingers laced together and he let you pull him on to the dance floor. You held him close, maybe a little closer than you needed to be. For a few beats, the two of you danced in awkward silence. It was agony you knew you had to say something but you had no clue what that something should be.

“do you have a crush on me?” you blurted, well at the very least you had said something. Remus stumbled, nearly crushing your foot in the process.

“I'm going to kill Sirius,” he muttered, he couldn't seem to meet your eyes choosing instead to focus on his feet.  

“I'll take that as a yes,” you giggled. Remus looked up at you

“It's not funny” he whined

“I think it's really funny, I just wish you had told me sooner,” it was like someone else was in control of your body, someone who was good at flirting. You leaned in not sure where this was going when Lilly pulled you out of Remus's grasp.

“(y/n)! you'll never guess what happened,” James may be lucky but you sure as hell weren't. You glanced at Remus apologetically before Lilly swept you away from him internally. Lilly had also snagged a few other girls she refused to let any of you leave the table as she explained in detail how amazing James was. It wasn't that you didn't have fun with your female friends because you did but it kinda sucked to spend the majority of the ball not dancing.

Lilly didn't stop talking until you were on your way back to the dorm. It almost hurt to strip off your makeup and undo your hair. You carefully repacked the dress replacing the slick fabric with your warm pajamas. Your bed was soft and warm but you couldn't fall asleep. You were getting tired of just laying in your bed and not getting tired. You threw back the covers and walked to the common room. You sat next to the fire. The flames danced in a hypnotic fashion you didn't know how long you were sat there getting lost in your own thoughts.

“what are you doing up?” the voice broke you from you your trance. You turned and saw Remus.

“couldn't sleep,”  Remus walked over and took the seat next to you.

“Me neither,” he ran his fingers through his hair making it somehow messier.

“you know we never finished our little chat at the ball,” you said moving over to his chair.  

“we didn't” he gulped his Addams apple bobbing.  His lips were soft and warm, the kiss made your lips buzz. You spent the rest of the night in Remus's arms cuddling and kissing in front of the fire.

tags:  @knowledgeisthebomb @superwholockzxt @frazelclapclap   @writing-stars @shards-of-star   @hipster-lockscreen

hey! thank you all for reading this had been really fun to write and I can’t wait to keep writing for The Marauders. 

[paintedpigeon1]

15 & 19 for writer asks!

Again, sorry for the delay in response.

15) Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?

I often read in the bath. I've never dropped a book in though (good for the book, bad for my sleeping habits bc clearly I'm tense enough most of the time while asleep to hold the book out of the water and keep my place. But anyway). As for dog-earing, not often. Only if I really can't find a bookmark.

So, writing in books. That's more complicated. It depends on the book – is it a book I'm using for research or plan on decorating? Yes, but mostly in pencil (or using those sticky note tab things if I need to go back to the page). Am I reading it in school (ok this one isn't current clearly bc I'm not in school but still)? Hell yes I'll draw on it, write, whatever I feel like. Bc I read faster than most people read aloud and then I either a) read on really far ahead and have no fucking clue where I am when called on or b) doodle. That's my only options. I imagine it would've been the same at uni if we'd done that.

The only books I'll never write on are illustrated books. Definitely not.

However, whether you do or don't do these things, we can still be friends! I don't judge (much).

19) Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

This one was in my last ask, lemme just copy the answer across bc it's the same...

So, when I was... late primary school | think, maybe early secondary, I wrote the first few chapters of a book, fully intended to be a series (maybe l'll dig it out again someday). Anyway, that was the first time wrote properly I think. And then several years passed where didn't write much, then got Wattpad and my first fanfic (aside from those like DIY Dr who comics on the Dr who website) was a Percy Jackson one that I never finished. And then in the middle of 6th form stopped writing for fun.

ldk why. School stress probably. A-Levels really did me in.

About four years later, I'm quarantining bc my flatmate got COVID, and I finally got round to watching the whole of Merlin. Which basically kick-started me writing again and haven't stopped since!

Where am I going? I have no idea. Would be nice to write some original fiction at some point but that would involve my brain thinking about something other than Merlin so y'know. We'll see how it goes.

[randomfandomblabdom]

TV SHOWS I’M STUCK ON!

- updated 9/2021 - 

bold = shows I will most likely never finish with short explanation

A Discovery of Witches

American Horror Story -  I love the first season of this series but I just can't get through the second season no matter how hard I try. Maybe I'll skip forward to another season at some point but I doubt it.

Anne with an E - this got way too childish for me. I didn’t care anymore.

Castle Rock -  loved the pilot episode but it slowly went downhill from there for me to the point that I just didn't care anymore. 

Clarice

Criminal Minds

Cursed

Death Note

Dexter

Dirty John

Fringe

Game of Thrones -  I've seen like half of Season 1 but knowing how it ends makes me not want to watch it. Yes, even though I'd never seen the full series, I knew enough about it that even I was kinda disappointed in the ending lol.   

Godless - did I really try to watch a Western - my least favorite genre - just for Thomas Brodie-Sangster? Yes. Yes, I did and eventually I started skipping to his scenes because I didn’t care about any of the other stuff.

Hemlock Grove - poor Bill Skarsgard has been so typecast hasn't he? Though, it's not that surprising. He plays creepy so freakishly well. 

Locke & Key

Lost - similar reason as Game of Thrones.

Lost in Space

Manifest - how this show has gotten four seasons, I have no idea. I didn’t even make it through the first one, decided I didn’t give a fuck around the seventh episode. It reminds of those really bad CW shows complete with every episode ending with some sort of a pop song montage.

Merlin

Messiah - I LOVE the concept of this series: a modern take on the story of Jesus of Nazareth. I barely made it through the pilot without thinking the entire series would be a complete and utter waste of time. 

Nancy Drew -  this one's a tiny bit personal to me. For a child who was not (and still is not) a big reader, the Nancy Drew series instilled in me a short-lived love of reading in my tween years and were the only books that I would actually finish (though some were better than others as with any series). I definitely read at least 10 of them, probably more but it's hard to recall because all of the stories kind of blend together in my head now as they're all so similar. Though, there are a few that I remember specifically by title or cover art. I loved that series so much that I remember The Hidden Staircase was the first one I ever read. This show just doesn't fit my years-long image of her character at all. Yeah, yeah, they're kids books and this show is meant for teenagers but can we please put Nancy back in the 1950s where she belongs and stop trying to stick her into modern society? Just a suggestion.

Nikita

Once Upon a Time - this series went to absolute shit. There really is no other way to explain it.

Prison Break - not my cup of tea. 

Rapunzel’s Tangled Adventure

Robin Hood -  something happens at the end of Season 2 that completely changes the dynamic of the series. It was unexpected and it broke a lot of hearts. A lot of people stopped watching because of what happened. I just happened to be one of them lol. 

Schitt’s Creek - I’m not a big sitcom person.

Shadow and Bone

Smash - I’ve seen Season 2 and the only reason I watched it was because Jeremy Jordan was in it lol.

Supternatural -  this show gets old after a while. I'm sorry but it does. Maybe I'll watch the finale someday just to say I did but other than that, I don't really care anymore. 

The Blacklist

The Exorcist

The Last Kingdom

The Leftovers

The Secret Life of the American Teenager

The Sinner

The Vampire Diaries - not quite as much of a shitshow as Once Upon A Time but this one definitely took a downturn after Season 4 and never quite found its footing again.

Vikings

Wayward Pines - this is the first series where I've actively decided to stop watching and never finish in the middle of binge-watching it. Early Season 2 almost erased all progress made in Season 1 and I didn't feel like rehashing everything all over again, especially when it wasn't that great of a show to begin with.  

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To be updated!

[shostakobitchh]

I'm LOVING the one shots so much I didn't know about them before and they made my day!! You are such a great writer whaaat! My fav is the latest one with Ariel trying to take care of Severus! I love seeing how new Severus is to being loved! Could u do one where lil Ariel yells and attacks a group of students for talking badly about Snape. And then when he confronts her about why she did that she won't tell him at first because she wants to protect his feelings from getting hurt awww

Thank YoU so MuCH I’m sorry this is so late after you sent this in but I wanted to get this one right! Ariel is 8 here. x

She was mostly definitely in trouble. 

Ariel had gauged that she was at least a four out of ten on the How Mad Will Severus Be scale, but now, she was closer to a six. He’d allowed her to walk back to the dungeons alone from dinner, but she’d gotten distracted by a ghost she’d never seen before floating up the stairs. Naturally, Ariel had to follow it, but now, she was very lost, and probably doomed. Her father was never going to let her go anywhere by herself ever again, after this. She’d thought she knew the castle better than this, but it turned out that the castle was more than just the Great Hall, the Astronomy Tower, and the dungeons. 

Or maybe Ariel would end up wandering for eternity, like the ghost she’d tried to chase after. She’d been very pretty, and young, and troubled looking. Ariel had wanted to ask her what was wrong, but she’d disappeared, leaving Ariel alone in the corridor. 

Either way, Severus was bound to be angry. 

When Ariel finally heard voices, she let out a sigh of relief, and felt a twinge of excitement. Her father never let students talk to her – not that Ariel was out much while school was in session – but this was an added… bonus, she supposed, of wandering Hogwarts at night, by herself. 

(She added another point to the How Mad Will Severus Be scale, putting her at a dangerous seven)

“ – thought it wasn’t too bad. What about you, Ernie?” 

“Eh, it was alright.” 

“Well I thought it was ridiculous.” 

There were three distinctly different voices – two boys, and one girl. Ariel hurried after them, grinning when she saw their backs heading down the corridor, away from her. There robes were blue – Ravenclaws. 

“Oi!” She called after them. 

They whirled around, looking extremely confused as Ariel jogged towards them. The girl was very tall with blonde hair and baby-blue eyes, while the two boys were brunettes, though one was shorter with tan skin and a crooked nose, the other with freckles and a face that reminded Ariel of a bulldog.  

“Can you help me?” Ariel tried to make herself taller by rolling on her toes, but it wasn’t working. “I’m a bit lost.” 

“Sweet Circe!” Blondie said. “You’re Ariel Potter!” 

“Is it?” Bulldog squinted, blinking in shock as his gaze landed on her scar. “Merlin, it is!” 

“What’s Ariel Potter doing up here?” 

Ariel didn’t like being spoken about as if she weren’t there. “Ariel Potter is lost and needs to find her d – I mean, Professor Snape.” 

“Snape?” Crooked Nose made a face. “Why him?” 

Ariel crossed her arms. “Cuz that’s where I’m supposed to go.” 

“Greasy git.” Bulldog muttered. “Sorry, kid. That really blows.” 

Ariel didn’t know what that meant, but she certainly knew that she didn’t like the tone he was using when talking about Severus. 

“C’mon, kid, I’ll take you back.” Blondie put an arm around her shoulder and began leading her away. 

“Ugly bastard.” Bulldog said once her back was turned, as though not seeing him made it so Ariel couldn’t hear him. “Why do you reckon he has her? Do you think he’s watching her as a favor for Dumbledore?” 

“I dunno – poor girl.” 

“A galleon says he makes her sleep in a coffin.” 

She whirled around. “What’d you say?”

Bulldog’s eyes widened, exchanging a look with Crooked Nose. Smiles spread over their faces, then, and Blondie gave an exasperated sigh. 

“Leave her alone, you guys.” She said. “She’s a kid – don’t scare her.” 

“Don’t you know?” Crooked Nose said. “Snape’s a vampire.” 

“That’s not funny, Klaus –”

Ariel didn’t hear the rest of what Blondie said – her brain had clicked off. 

“Take that back.” Ariel said. 

Two pairs of eyebrows hit two foreheads. 

“But it’s the truth.” Bulldog said. “Us Ravenclaws – we’ve talked about if Snape works here because the rest of the vampires think he’s too ugly to keep around.” 

“Hey!” Blondie cried, startled, as Ariel grabbed her wand out of her hand.

“I said take it back!” She yelled. “It’s not true!” 

Crooked Nose hooted with laughter. “You’ve done it now – you’ve pissed off the Chosen One!” 

“I’m not afraid of her!” Bulldog shot back, though he was eyeing the wand trained on him warily. “She’s just a little kid –” 

Ariel flicked her wrist, a Stinging Hex hitting him in the shoulder. It was a small one – Severus had taught it to her this past summer. Bulldog cried out, his eyes narrowing. “Why you little –”

He reached into his robes – 

There were a mass of black in front of her, then, and a very familiar, very scary voice speaking to Bulldog and Crooked Nose. 

“Mr Gallagher,” Her father purred. “I thought I just saw something rather strange – were you just about to point your wand at a child?” 

Blondie gulped to her left ��� Ariel wished she could’ve seen their faces. 

“N-no, sir!” Bulldog’s voice squeaked. “She was just… I was only gonna disarm her! She took Betsy’s wand and Hexed us!”

“Disarm a child?” Severus asked softly – the hair on the back of Ariel’s neck rose. “Tell me, Mr Gallagher – would it have been impossible for you to simply have grabbed it from her?”

“I s-suppose not, sir, but –”

“And I’m sure Miss Potter had a very good reason to steal another student’s wand.” Her father turned, then – his face was very smooth, but his eyes were glittering dangerously. 

Ariel opened her mouth to tell him what they’d said, and how angry it had made her, because she’d never heard someone talk badly about Severus, not ever, but when Ariel glanced at the students, they suddenly looked like they were trying to hide smirks. 

She didn’t want to… tell him what they’d said… about him being ugly… or a vampire… 

Ariel shook her head, instead. She stared at the floor, wringing Blondie’s wand in her hands. 

Her father was silent for a long pause. “Are you telling me you assaulted a student and stole another’s wand unprovoked, Miss Potter?”

“Yes.” Ariel could hear her voice wobble. She peeked up at the Ravenclaws, finding them exchanging incredulous looks. 

More silence. 

“Very well – give Miss Jones her wand back.” Severus ordered in a flat voice. “Now.” 

Ariel hung her head as she handed the girl back her wand – she didn’t look up at her. 

“Ten points from Ravenclaw.” Severus snapped at them as he grabbed Ariel’s arm. “for loitering. Now go to your dormitories before I find an excuse to put you all in detention for the next month.” 

They scattered like roaches exposed to light. The How Mad Will Severus Be scale was flashing red lights – Ariel had successfully broken it. 

“You,” Ariel looked up at her father’s face, menace dripping from it. “are not so lucky.” 

Severus was not sure why, but his daughter was lying.

Ariel had never lied to him before, because it was a silent understanding between them that Ariel could never deceive him. She started talking with one glare from him – spying was not an option in her future. Lily had been the same way. 

“Sit down.” He snapped at her as soon as the were through the threshold of his quarters. She was very pale, and trembling, but Severus ignored it, wanting to get to the bottom of her erratic behavior. 

Ariel sat down in one of the chairs facing his desk – he grabbed it and spun it around. Her eyes doubled in size, and her bottom lip began to shake. The tears were going to come either way – Severus fucking hated tears, but they were a necessary evil in situations such as these. 

“First you wander off after I gave you explicit instructions to go straight back here.” Severus grabbed her chin roughly, forcing her eyes to meet his. “And then I find you brawling in the middle of a corridor you should have been nowhere near – what the hell is wrong with you? Where did you get it in your thick skull that this kind of behavior is in any way acceptable?”

“S’not.” Ariel whispered. “M’sorry.” 

An instant apology? No – this was not normal Ariel behavior. She screamed back and defended her case, which was most times, surprisingly well for a nine-year-old. She never cowered. 

Severus straightened up, perplexed. He was sure anger would’ve snapped her out of it and made the truth come gushing out of her, but instead, Ariel seemed to be trying to become smaller and smaller. 

“Stop that.” He said. “Bloody hell, I’m not going to hurt you.” 

“I know, Daddy.” Ariel said, lifting her eyes to meet his. She sniffled, wiping at her face as the first of the tears began to spill over. 

“Ariel,” Severus bent down. “what happened? Why did you Hex those boys?”

“I just attacked them.” She toed the floor. 

Severus raised a disbelieving eyebrow. “You attacked three students, years beyond your own age and capabilities, just because you…” he inclined his head, prompting her to finish the sentence. 

“Nothing.” Her voice was very small. “I just… did.” 

This was either very alarming, or a very poorly put-together lie, and Severus was inclined to believe the latter. Ariel was not a sadist, nor did she possess a past of randomly harming other wizards. While it was true she had an explosive temper, simply attacking students unprovoked was not… normal. 

She wanted him to believe she was completely at fault… but why?

“Did they say something to you?” Severus tried to soften his voice. 

Ariel shook her head. 

“Did they make fun of you?” 

She whimpered – he was getting close, but she continued to shake her head. 

“Did they… say something that upset you?” 

Ariel didn’t move – he’d struck a chord. She looked like she was about to go to pieces. If they hadn’t teased her, then that meant… 

Ah – yes. Gallagher and Conway had an innate talent for gossip – the Ravenclaws had reportedly been performing analysis’ on all the professors for some years. They’d apparently done a study last year on Minerva last term, and how many hairballs she produced depending on how much time she spent as a cat. Severus knew they called him a greasy git, dungeon bat – worse. He didn’t give a fuck, because they were all inarticulate little pustules, but it had obviously upset Ariel a great deal. 

And he’d made her cry because of it. Shit. Why hadn’t she just said they’d been talking badly about him, then? Severus would’ve given them two weeks worth of detention with Filch and docked fifty points, walking away with a spring in his step. 

“Ariel,” Severus tapped her cheek with his fingertips. “I know what you’re not telling me. Why are you protecting them?” 

Her dark eyes snapped up to his. “I’m n-not… I t-told you…” 

“Do you really think I don’t hear what the students say?” Severus sighed. “Child, I can handle a few brats insulting me. It’s something every professor deals with.” 

Her eyes widened, and then, filled to the brim with fresh tears. It hit him like a thunderbolt – Ariel wasn’t protecting them, she was trying to protect him. 

As Ariel burst out sobbing, Severus lifted her out of the chair so that he was now sitting, the girl in his lap. He stroked her hair, shushing her as he felt his guilty conscience gnawing away at his skull. The girl had only been defending him… and he’d shouted at her for it. 

He was such a fucking idiot. 

“This is ridiculous,” He growled once Ariel had been reduced to sniffles. “Do you really think I can’t handle name-calling?”

“N-no, it’s cuz you’re not what they were saying…”

It was… such a childish thing, and yet, it was so sincere that Severus felt his throat tightened. 

“I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that.” He tucked her head under his chin. 

“S’okay.” 

“The little cretins will often say things, Ariel, and while I greatly admire the effort, you cannot attack them for it, and you certainly cannot steal their wands.” 

“They shouldn’t have let me steal it, then.” He was relieved to hear a smile in her voice. 

“I suppose that’s a fair point.” Severus pressed his lips to the top of her head. “I suppose I can’t trust you not to try and swipe my own as you get ready for bed, can I?” 

Ariel giggled, and he felt peaceful, even though moments before, he’d almost made her head roll. It settled against his chest, and as Ariel shifted in his arms, he realized that the girl was just as protective of him as he was of her. 

He did not know why, but this realization scared him out of his mind.