#fantastic beasts x male!reader

[dreaminginpastels]

Hello! I was wondering if I could send in a request - hcs/any other format, about what it's like being best friends with Newt Scammander? If it is possible, male reader would be awesome! Thank you in advance!

being best friends with newt scamander would include…

the two of you meeting at hogwarts

you get sorted into the same house, and bunk together

newt would’ve been shy at first - he’s always been better with creatures than with people

but, much like his beloved companions, with enough patience and determination he would slowly start to trust you

he would spend all his time between the dorm and sneaking into the Forbidden Forest to find and care for magical creatures

you were slightly more social than him, and he found himself growing fond of you - he would look forward to your company and mope around the dorm when you weren’t there

the first time he let you into his briefcase was a turning point in your friendship. he gave you a sign of his devotion to you, and in return, he got to watch in awe as you treated his pride and joy with the utmost care and tenderness

soon, the two of you would spend countless hours tending to his creatures. you became his scribe, noting down his observations in records that would preserve and inform the wizarding community about these misunderstood creatures. 

you’d get used to hearing yelps, groans, and muttered curse words, and would abandon your notebook to tend to his wounds, scolding him for being careless while the two of you knew that his big heart was his deepest treasure. his gift to the world. 

whenever you had bad days, he would tenderly console you - his gentle voice and unassuming demeanour always the most soothing comfort for your troubled soul

the two of you would go on adventures together, within the briefcase, and eventually, you would encourage him to travel and share his gifts around the world

you would always be there by his side, his most devoted best friend 

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a/n: hello lovely! thank you for being my first newt scamander request, and my first headcanon request too! I figured that I’d give headcanons a go and we can see if it’s a miserable failure or a fun way for me to engage creatively that’s slightly lower pressure haha, thanks for taking a chance on me ☺️

thank you for your patience 🤍

[rowniebow]

the gift | newt scamander x male!reader

summary: bits of a love that began at hogwarts

pairings: newt scamander x male!reader

cw: fluff

word count: 1.7k+

an: this was supposed to go in a long, long, fic but im rewriting it so take my shlop of a rewritten prologue

masterlist

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december 1912

a large pine tree protected you from the harsh winter, leaving your seats dry as could be. layers upon layers of chilled colorless cotton covered the grass before you two.

you sat next to a boy that had the stars written in his skin. he hunched over a family of mice: two small mice and a larger one.

you hid together, running away from the world as always.

you watched your friend. your knees curled into your chest and your eyelids hung over your tired eyes. the cold hammered the urge to cough against your ribs but you refused.

your friend's cold fingers were the only thing peaking out of his school robes that engulfed him. he used his trembling bones to scoot the apple slices he had brought towards the family, silently encouraging the tiny nibbles.

your eyes drifted to the white landscape surrounding you. you sighed, and brought yourself to your feet. the brown sweater that covered your school clothes hardly did enough to keep you warm, but you disregarded that.

the crystals crunched under your feet as you made your way through frozen field. snow slowly fell from the clouds. they mixed with the color of your hair. a smile painted your lips dry in the stabbing cold as you twirled, eventually falling in the soft bed of ice.

the boy you had abandoned under the tree with the mice and stars had been watching you dance under the clouded day. he gnawed on his lip before standing and making his way over to you.

the mice ran off, carrying a single apple slice with them.

he followed the footsteps that you left in the sea of white. once he arrived, he came to find you smiling up at him as you rubbed your hands and legs over the snow.

"what are you doing?" the lighter haired boy nearly whispered, not wanting to completely disturb the silence of the loud world.

"i'm making a snow angel," you continued smiling from the ground.

"a what?"

"a snow angel! do wizards not have that?"

the only response you received was a furrowed brow of confusion.

"come on," you dragged the lighter haired boy down next to you.

a chilled huff escaped the fallen's lips. the visible air exploded into the clouds.

"now, it's really quite simple. you just spread your arms - like this! then you move them up and down,"

your friend participated.

"then, you move your legs out real wide and move them side to side,"

he participated once more.

"than you've done it! a snow angel!"

the starry skinned boy furrowed his eyebrows in focus. he bite his lip and moved his arms once, then legs once, then arms once more, then legs again.

"can you-" you sat up, fighting the urge to laugh at your friend. "is it difficult to do both?"

the lighter haired boy only nodded, still trying his best to participate in the new activity.

"that's alright, it's enough, anyway. come on, step up!" you ushered. you stood together, side by side, looking down at your angels that laid so close they nearly held each other.

"and ta-da! you have a wonderful little angel that you've made." your grin was stupidly big.

a smile pulled at the corner of the starry boy's lips as well.

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january 1913

you made a beeline for your destination during lunch one winters day. christmas and new years had gone and passed. now, the most important day to you was coming up: your starry skinned friend's birthday.

you pushed the heavy doors to the transfiguration classroom open with ease, but hastily shut them soon after. the professor of the class quietly sat at his desk, quill in hand hovering over a parchment filled with notes.

"ah yes," the older man grumbled. "please do come in." the sarcasm weaved it's way through every syllable but you refused to acknowledge it.

"professor, please, this is no time for jokes."

the older gentleman sighed, placing his quill down gently on the desk. ink dripped quietly off of the sharp tip. "what is it?" despite his appeared annoyance, the professor uttered your name with expectance.

"so," you began pacing in front of the professors desk as you spoke. "as you know, a peer's birthday is coming up rather soon."

the professor sighed once more, but an amused smile played at the lips between his thick beard.

"well, i've finally come up with the perfect gift after all this time!"

"go on then,"

"i want to give him a memory."

"that's - alright, how are you going to do that?" the professor suppressed his laughter at the thought of his student, who has never been the most studious, attempting something as complex as any spell that has to do with a memory, or even enchantment.

"that's a good question, now, isn't it?"

"are you going to give him a pendant or something?"

"oh, now that's smart!"

the professor rolled his eyes at your lack of thorough thought. "you know, that's very advanced magic."

"i'm well aware. but, that's where my helpful, caring professor can come in and teach me!" you flashed a large, pleading smile at the older man who only sighed in response.

he eyed you up and down, "are you sure you want to do that? after everything-," the professor began to voice his worries over you: a student that he has taken under his wing to a personal level.

the smile on your face fell rather quickly at the words. "it's for newt, i can get over myself for him." your immediate tone change had the professor internally scolding himself. "will you help me or not? i can always go ask-,"

"no, i'll help you. if you're going to learn it you might as well learn it from someone who actually knows what they're doing." the professor stood with a grunt, mentally preparing for the hours of after school lessons he was committing to.

"great! that's lovely, professor, thank you so much!" you practically shook with excitement, running out of the door in a hurry before the man could take back his promises.

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february 24, 1913

you two curled up together on the top bed of your shared bunk under a blanket: your bed.

candles littered their desks, causing the room outside of your blanket haven to glow a warm orange.

pools of wax surrounded the candles on your desk. the warm wax leaked onto the many papers of homework that you would later see and simply roll your eyes over.

newt, however, kept his candles in their holders or settled in small bowls. the wax dripped down and collected neatly all together, far from any papers or books.

under the blanket, newt held his wand similar to a quill. instead of ink, light dripped out. the light washed over the page and splashed onto your giggling faces.

the soft chiming of a clock sliced through the quiet laughter, immediately sparking your memory. you let out a soft, but extremely excited, "oh!"

you hurried from under the covers, newt slowly following after you.

you dug through the pockets of your school robes hanging over a chair muttering and cursing to yourself about where "it" could possibly have gone. a small breath of relief escaped the passages of your nose as you felt the tiny felt box in the midst of your pockets filled with nonsense.

you turned around shoving a small box into newt's hands. "happy birthday," you whispered. your eyes struggled to look anywhere but the single stripe on his sleep shirt.

a gentle smile played over your lips, though. one that enchanted newt and kept him staring for longer than he needed to. "y-you really didn't need to," he stuttered, finally taking the box from your hands.

"i wanted to." despite your appearance, your heart bounced against your ribs as loud as a it physically could.

newt hands shook lightly as opened the cream box with a gold ribbon around it to reveal a metal pendant that looked to have been poorly bent in the shape of a heart. it hung off of a small chain to make a necklace.

"what's this?" he tugged the necklace out of the box, inspecting the hand made heart.

"here," your voice shook as you gently took the necklace into your hands, pulling the heart in half to reveal the projected memory you had spent weeks working with your professor to get in to the pendant (that you also made and bent all by yourself. you were very proud of the funky heart).

"you've enchanted it," newt whispered under his breath, bewildered at the sight.

he watched the memory play out before him: one that had been pushed to the back of his mind but was revitalized as soon as he saw the familiar sight.

it was the your first trip to hogsmeade together. the day newt showed you everything and anything there was to show about the enchanting town he had been raised to know. the town itself didn't affect him much at all anymore, but he knew you'd find it absolutely stunning. he was so excited to introduce you to the magical world when you two were little.

you sipped on your butterbeers together. you loved the overly sweet drink, and newt made a face at the sugar that bit at his teeth. newt offered his drink to you with a frown at the taste. one that you laughed at, eventually pulling a laugh out from newt.

"did you do it?" newt's voice could hardly be heard. the fear of disturbing the silence ached within him.

"hm?" you hummed equally as quiet.

"did you learn the spell?"

"'course i did." you replied as if it were nothing, but newt was well aware of how it was a big something. "is it-, do you like it?" your whisper was shockingly shy and insecure. a rare vulnerability that newt understood he was privileged to hear.

"yes! i-i love it," newt's hasty response cut through the comforting silence between you two. but you only smiled.

"here, let me put it on,"

newt stood still while you raised yourself on your toes to reach around the tall boy's shoulders to his neck. newt, very aware of the proximity between the two of you, looked down at the quickly dying candles that were providing the only light in the room.

you leaned back down onto your heels, "there." you played with the pendant over his chest between your fingers, finally letting it fall against his clothes.

"t-thank you," newt stuttered your name, struggling to get anything more than a mutter our.

you smiled.

and the candles finally went out.

[beautifulblooms]

Newt Scamander Headcanons (meeting him and falling in love, Male!Hogwarts! student edition)

So I finally had an idea and time to write, here's some headcanons I managed to scrounge together before the lack of motivation steals my ideas. This is a masc-aligned reader but no specific pronouns are used, I hope you all enjoy this!

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine-aligned, and male readers!

God, he’s adorable

Legit the sweetest person ever

And he absolutely loves you

He is quite utterly smitten with you

(For the sake of plot-) 

He met you at Hogwarts and has damn near been hooked since day one

During the sorting ceremony, hearing his name you couldn’t help but giggle

I mean, Newt is not exactly a common name, nor is the last name Scamander

But it was a rather respected name at Hogwarts given his older brother’s record as a prefect

For the entirety of your first year, you two were in every class together

Not just potions or beasts together

Every

Single

Class

Potions, beasts, defense against the dark arts, flying, magic history, herbology, charms, astronomy, and even transfiguration together

He would always pay the most attention in beasts and defense against the dark arts

While you could only pay attention to him

He always got so excited during beasts when the professor would pull out a new creature for everyone to meet and learn to take care of

And he was very good with them that the professor often gave extra points to Hufflepuff because they liked Newt so much

You were okay with beasts, nowhere as good as Newt but good enough for straight A’s in the class

Growing up together it was almost inevitable that you two fell for one another

Spending every class together in your first year, then more time outside of classes the next several

As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t get the courage to ask you out

Any time he’d try he’d just get too nervous and start glancing at his feet and the walls before brushing it off

You of course were not going to give up on getting this man

Any time you had the opportunity, you’d flirt with him

It was always adorable how red his cheeks and ears would go when he’d realize what you were saying

Sometime in your 6th year there, you managed to get him to walk with you to the lake

Precisely one of the old Willows near it

“Newt, are you alright? You look a bit red in the face”

“Oh, um, yes I’m fine, just a bit cold out today, and I forgot my scarf in the dormitory”

“Here, have mine, you clearly need it more than I do” 

He didn’t even get a chance to protest before you wrapped it around his neck and made sure it was snug

“There we go, nice and warm”

He ducked his head into the scarf to “hide” his blush, although he did a poor job of it

“Thanks…why did you ask me to join you at the lake, it’s far too cold to go swimming”

Standing beside the tree you took a deep breath

“Well, I…I wanted to ask you something Newt”

He nodded his head and hummed in acknowledgment

“We’ve known each other since our first year, and you’ve always been a wonderful friend to me, but, I have realized that I like you more than just a friend… and I was wondering if you maybe wanted to be my boyfriend..”

He stood there wide-eyed and shocked, he never expected you to reciprocate his feelings, let alone confess first

However, his reaction made you start to think he didn’t like you back and you immediately began to back-peddle the conversation

“Well of course you don’t have to say yes and if you’re uncomfortable knowing that and being friends with a queer like me you can leave and never look back, only makes sen-”

He cut you off before you could continue rambling by pulling your face to his and kissing you

Now it was your turn to be shocked

Unsure of what to do, New pulled back and started to pull away from you, worried he went too far

Only to get pulled back in seconds when you processed what was going on, kissing him back and much better this time

From that day forward, you two somehow became even more inseparable

I’m sure Theseus was tired of hearing about how much Newt loved you and missed you by the end of the summer between your 6th and 7th year

Good thing that he didn’t have to go back and deal with it all in person

Some of those Hufflepuff students have seen much more than they bargained for

[graziellathedancingqueen]

Niffler - (young) Newt Scamander x male reader

requested by @ingenium-genius

summary: y/n finds a niffler family and is telling Newt (and Leta) about it

word count: 487

warnings: none :)

pairing: Newt Scamander x male reader (y/n)

a/n: i'm really sorry this took so long but it feels so good to finally post this <33 i really really hope you like it <3 also i think it's kinda short so if you want a part 2 just tell me <3 this was very fun to write

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"Did you see Newt somewhere? I saw a Niffler today and it was just so sweet i have to tell him!" y/n says smiling at Leta as they're walking down the corridor. She looks at her friend in surprise. "You... didn't hide it in your bag? Or dorm room?" She then asks knowing what y/n is like. He just can't leave a magical creature alone. But only if it's lonely. Y/n would never take it away from it's family. He would usually bring Newt to meet the creature then. That's what made y/n and Newt such good friends. They both loved magical creatures. Newt was sorted in Hufflepuff while y/n was a true Gryffindor. Brave but very loyal to his friends. "I didn't hide it in my bag! Or in the dorm room! It had a family. But they were shy. Didn't even come out when i wanted to give them some galleons... only one of them." Y/n says smiling. "It was so sweet... i really need to know where Newt is. He would love them! I just know it." "Did somebody say my name?" Newt asks who just happened to exit a class room right next to them. "Great! There you are! I saw a cute Niffler family and you just have to see them! They're so sweet! Well I only saw one of them... but I bet the rest is just as sweet as the one I saw! Come on! Please... they would like you as well. And maybe you can get the whole family to come out of their hiding spot. They were really shy and didn't even come out when I wanted to give them galleons..." y/n starts rambling about the cute creatures he just saw as Newt just looks at him with a smile. "You know I couldn't say no to that" He says taking y/n's hand. He has to laugh as y/n isn't moving. "Well are you going to show me where they are or not? Sorry Leta... I know we planned on going to Hogsmeade later but it seems that this can't wait. And I wouldn't want to let a pretty boy wait" Newt says as y/n starts blushing. Leta smiles at her two best friends being obviously in love "don't worry about it. You can find me in the library if you need me for something. You can copy the homework later if you stay with the nifflers for too long." Both the boys want to protest but she just shakes her head. "I know you. You don't look at the time and then it's too late to think and do the homework. Again don't worry about it" They smile at her and thank her because they both know that she's right. Who wants to do homework if they could spend the day with magical creatures and their crush?

[defectivevillain]

back where you started

pairing: albus dumbledore x reader

reader’s pronouns: unspecified but masc-intended

author’s note: jude law’s dumbledore. that’s all i have to say.

[ao3 version]

You linger before a far too familiar wooden door, feeling strangely anxious. Albus Dumbledore, Transfiguration professor and a close friend, summoned you to his office. Typically, the two of you were wont to meet during meals or after classes. Therefore, it’s unusual that he’s calling you to his office— there must be a pressing matter that needs attending to. You shudder to think about the administrative scandal that would require Albus to enlist your help. You’re only the Runes professor, after all. You have little to no authority at this school but, despite that, Albus has proven that he values your opinion in matters at Hogwarts.

Eventually, you fester up the courage to knock on the door. Albus remarks that you can enter and you do so, only to find that he seems preoccupied with something on his desk. His attention falls to you once you take another step into the room and move to sit down. The armchair Albus conjures for you is exceedingly luxurious and plush. You don’t have the heart to tell him that the gesture is unnecessary. 

“Why did you call me here?” You decide to cut to the chase. The Transfiguration professor takes a deep breath and looks up from the gadget he’s studying. There’s a pensive expression on Albus’s face for a moment before he sighs. 

“I’ll be traveling to America; I don’t know how long I’ll be there.” You blink at him once, twice. It takes you several seconds to process that remark and when you do, you don’t know what to do about it. You know that this sudden travel is likely about the war and Grindelwald, which only makes you more wary of the idea. Even so, Albus seems to have made up his mind. There’s not much you can do, at this point. 

You frown, not liking the sudden turn this conversation is taking. There’s a strangely unreadable expression on Albus’s face and your stomach churns with unease. You swallow hard, past the burning feeling that you’ve grown to associate with tears. “When are you leaving?”

“Tomorrow,” Albus answers, looking at you with an indecipherable expression. Your heart races in your chest and your skin practically prickles at the thought.  

“Tomorrow?” You can’t keep the betrayal from your voice. You resist the urge to grab Albus by the collar and shake him furiously. Tomorrow?! He’s leaving for another country and he neglected to tell you until the day before-! “You can’t be serious. And you’re going by yourself?”

“This is something I must do alone,” Albus says. Of course he thinks that. You groan internally. As long as you’ve known Albus, he’s always had this weird desire to be self-sufficient, even in the face of considerable opposition. 

“I’m coming with you,” you argue immediately. Albus arches an eyebrow at you. For a few seconds, the two of you just stare at each other. The Transfiguration professor then evidently processes your remark and he shakes his head firmly.  

“Grindelwald will go after you,” Albus remarks. He puts a hand on his forehead and you immediately notice the tension along his frame and the tight pull to his lips. “I refuse to put you in danger.”

“As always, you’ve made a decision on my behalf without consulting me first,” you say, trying to make your voice sound mild and unaffected. Your effort doesn’t quite work, as you’re unable to entirely separate this dreadful feeling coursing in your stomach from your words. 

“As always, you’ve offered to put yourself in danger without considering the consequences,” Albus fires back. He is entirely unwavering. You take a deep breath and pinch the bridge of your nose, suddenly feeling self conscious. Since his first mention of travel to America, Albus’s gaze hasn’t strayed from your face. 

“If Grindelwald finds you…“ Albus breaks off, evidently unable to even utter the words. Your mind supplies them for him: …you’ll be killed. A silence settles in the air between you. You bite your lip and pick at the fabric of your sleeves. ”I care about you too much to let that happen.”

“What would you have me do?” You remark, still seeking clarification. Your heart is racing and your hands are slightly shaking—although the movement is hardly noticeable. You’re more concerned with the idea of Albus leaving to fight Grindelwald on his own. He’s the most capable wizard you know, of course. However, that doesn’t negate the obvious risks of dueling Grindelwald—another one of the most skilled wizards of the age. “Stay here and avoid everything?”

“It’s better than the alternative,” Albus answers, masterfully dodging your first question. You roll your eyes and huff. 

“Is it?” You ponder. You don’t realize that you say that aloud until there’s a sudden banging sound. You look up, only to find a vial on the bookshelves smoking. Albus waves a hand and the vial returns to normal. There’s a shattered look on his face. Surely you aren’t the cause of that expression, or the bout of accidental magic that shattered that vial. Right? 

“Yes, staying here is better than the alternative.” Albus hisses. You’ve never heard him sound so troubled. His fists are clenched tightly and the blank expression on his face seems to be breaking by the minute. 

“I won’t leave you,” you assert, getting to your feet and placing your hands on his desk. Albus is quick to do the same and, before long, you’re staring at each other from opposite sides of the desk. You refuse to give in this time. This argument is important. Albus is important. “You need me, as I need you.”

“You presume to know what is best for me,” Albus remarks. You chuckle under your breath at the accusation. 

“Yes, I do,” you agree without argument. “Because I know you, Albus. I know you’re calculated and strategic, but in the face of battle, you’re reckless and you overlook things.” Albus’s uncaring facade finally cracks, as his eyebrows rise and his eyes widen. 

“I’m always with you; I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t know the risks, Albus.” You decide to say. That seems to do the trick, as a sort of clarity passes over the professor’s face. You take a deep breath and place your hands on the back of the armchair, resisting the urge to pace restlessly around the office until Albus gives you some clear answers.  

“I didn’t know you cared about me so,” Albus remarks thoughtfully, a somewhat far-off look in his eyes. You look around the room—at the assorted trinkets and books lining every available surface. You’ve grown used to this office now, and you’re almost convinced you could conjure it up from memory if needed. Albus and you grew close over the past few school years. 

“I thought it was obvious.” You say, averting your eyes. You assumed the consistent meetings despite your tedious schedule to be indicative of the fact that you valued Albus’s company. Perhaps you need to be more clear next time. You’re about to continue speaking when the professor beats you to it.  

“I don’t think you can begin to fathom how much I care about you, in return,” Albus responds, instead of addressing your prior remark. “You’re… everything to me. I hesitate to bring you into these decisions—not because I don’t think you can handle the pressure, but because I don’t want to risk losing you.”

Your shock must show on your face, because Albus hides a chuckle behind his hand. His eyes have that infamous twinkle you’ve grown to associate with him. His amusement slips off his face in a moment and he regards you with an alarming amount of sincerity. 

“You didn’t know that,” Albus realizes aloud. He rounds the desk and stands before you. His gaze flits about your face, evidently searching for something in your expression. Whatever it is, Albus doesn’t seem to find it, because he takes a deep breath and places a hand on your shoulder. “I haven’t clarified my feelings towards you.”

“Let me be perfectly transparent,” Albus pauses and takes a deep breath. His grip on your shoulder tightens for a fraction of a second. You desperately want to analyze that statement, but your thought process is quickly interrupted by the tug on the collar of your robes. You lurch forward with the sudden change in momentum, until your lips are meeting Albus’s. You’re quick to respond, running your fingers through his hair. He lets out an assenting sound and you pull him closer. 

“We’re in this together,” you murmur when you break apart, taking his hand and clasping it. Albus smiles and grips your waist. He lets his head fall to your shoulder and you support him, as you always do. 

Ultimately, the war has only just begun. However, with Albus by your side, you’re confident that you can defeat Grindelwald.

there’s a lot of significance to the accidental magic bit. albus dumbledore is one of the most powerful wizards that ever existed and he has nearly impeccable control over his magic. feats of accidental magic are common in childhood but they tend to decrease in occurrence as a wizard grows older. the fact that albus performed accidental magic is a testament to the strong burst of emotions he felt in that moment. 

anywayssss. thanks for reading <3

[fire-hashira]

Grindelwald x Dumbledore x Male!Reader

now this AU, Grindelwald is a divination professor in Hogwarts, cause I thought it be fun to write with.

Now a little background on the oc, Professor Aquamarine Phantomhive teaches astrology, a half-blood wizard and in a platonic relationship with Dumbledore and Grindelwald, the three tease each other so much that everyone is trying to figure our how close they are, everyone's favorite teachers (Dumbledore is fun, Grindelwald is a troublemaker, and Phantomhive gossips with the students

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"Oh for goodness sake Gellert, if you make ONE more dumb reading" "You'll what? hm? what" Gellert smirked at Aquamarine before being flicked in the forehead, Grindelwald made a prediction that Aqua would collide in water, only to be soaked an hour later as Grindelwald used a spell to make rain, they were always like this, messing around with each other day in and day out.

As the two have their petty little spat in the teacher's lounge, Dumbledore walks in, seeing the two he sighs with a smile and pushes the two away from each other as he tries not to laugh "ok, who started i- wait Aqua why are you we-" Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald with a small laugh as he placed his hands on his hips "are you serious, by Merlin's beard Gellert wha-" Grindelwald couldn't help but laugh at Dumbledore's reaction, Aqua couldn't help but laugh with him which confused Dumbledore before realizing "oh you two!!"

"he fell for it!! oh my goodness he fell for it!!" Aqua giggled like a madman as Grindelwald chuckled with Aqua, Dumbledore couldn't believe the two, playfully whacking them with a rolled up paper he smiled "you two are such children" Grindelwald shrugged as he throws a towel at Aqua while grinning "but you love us" Aqua smiled as he made finger hearts "we're the loves of your life!!"

Dumbledore couldn't help but love them more, despite them being dramatic and chaotic, he loved both men "yes, I love you both"

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its short but its my best!

[hellish-hyperfixation]

by your side

Nearly every night, Newt went on a walk into the nearby forest. It started as early as his time in Hogwarts. Everything about forests calmed him: the scent of trees and plants, the cries and scuttles of creatures and insects, the sunlight or moonlight peeking through the thick canopy. It was on one of these walks that he’d met you, a metamorphagus. or, reader transforms into animals to protect newt from dark wizards because he's a reckless man.

a request finally done:) i hope you enjoy it

[greycloudsinwinter]

Master list ❤️❤️

A court of thorns and roses:

Platonic inner circle x reader x romantic azriel

Cassian x reader

High lord rhysand x reader

Thesan high lord of dawn x reader

Yandere inner circle x reader romantic

Kallias x reader

Amarantha x reader

My hero academia:

Katsuki bakugo x reader

Endeavour x reader

Eijiro kirishima x reader

Deku x reader

Twisted wonderland:

Azul x reader

Jamil x reader

Vert x reader

Bridgerton:

Poly bridgerton boys x reader

Colin bridgerton x reader

Game of thrones/ hotd :

The mountain x reader

Khal drogo x targeryan reader

Khal drogo x escaped reader

Khal drogo question

Khal drogo x reader smut

Jamie Lannister protected x reader

Maegor x reader

Rhaegar targeryan x reader

Maegor x wife reader with child

Aegon I x reader

Rickard stark x reader

Tywin Lannister x targeryan first wife reader

Jason Lannister x targeryan wife

Aegon I x reader with children

Maegor x male reader

Jaehaerys I x reader

Tyland Lannister x reader

Yanderes who become kings guard for male reader

Otto hightower x reader

Daemon targeryan x reader

Maegor x escapee reader

Ned stark question 1

Stannis Baratheon x reader

Otto Hightower x reader x platonic alicent

Poly viserys and Otto x reader

Poly viserys and Otto x reader

Poly viserys and Otto x reader question 1

Poly viserys and Otto x reader questions 2

Criston Cole x reader

Corys velaryon x reader

Criston Cole x reader part 2

Otto x reader x viserys question 3

Platonic aegon x platonic aemond x reader

Erryk cargyll x targeryan princess x arryk cargyll

Jacaerys veleryan x reader

Harry Potter / fantastic beasts :

Tom riddle x reader question

Gellert grindelwald x reader

Orion black x reader

Newt scamander x reader

Aberforth dumbledore x reader

Tom riddle x malfoy reader

Knights of walpurgis x reader

Cygnus black x reader

Cygnus black x reader questions

Cygnus black x reader questions 2

Pollux black x reader

Cygnus black x reader question 3

Cygnus black x reader question 4

Cygnus reaction to reader not wanting her children to be death eaters

Who wants the most children Orion or Cygnus black?

Orion black part 2

Poly orion and Cygnus black x reader

Poly marauders x Slytherin reader

Walpurgis x muggle reader

Lucius malfoy x reader

Salazar Slytherin x reader

Hobbit/ lotr :

Thranduil x fairy reader

Thranduil x fairy reader with children

Thranduil x fairy reader 3

Thranduil x fairy reader part of the company

Thranduil x fairy reader question

Haldir x reader

Would yandere Thranduil still join the battle of five armies

Yandere thorin Oakenshield x reader

Twilight:

Marcus volturi x reader

Aro volturi x reader

Cauis volturi x reader

Marcus volturi x reader part 2

Marcus volturi x stubborn reader

Aro volturi x reader (who doesn’t care )

Beaststars :

Ogma x reader

Tem x reader

Poly gohin and oguma x reader

X-men:

Erik lehsnherr x reader

Erik lehsnherr questions 1

Historical characters:

Henry VIII x reader

Henry VIII x reader question 1

Baldwin IV x reader

Oc’s

Knight x reader

[bump1nthen1ght]

A Very Monstrous Kinktober: Day 24 (Sex Toys)

Kink: Sex Toys

Pairing: Male!Minotaur x Male!Reader

Other Kinks: Mutual Masturbation

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1136 words

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“It’s silicone, actually.” You squirt some lube into your palm, rubbing it into the hole of your fleshlight. “Medical grade, I’m pretty sure. That way it doesn’t react with your skin.”

“Humans are so inventive.” Marinos coos, inserting two fingers into the hole. A cute blush runs across his cheeks, but it seems his scientific curiosity has peaked more than anything. “Trying to simulate love-making, it’s very daring.”

The toy is small in Marinos hands, even though you bought the extra large. You had needed the specific measurements of his cock to order it, doubting the average fleshlight could take him whole. Still, it seems like a child's toy in his hands, especially with the way he examines it, poking and prodding.

It’s adorable, the fascination he has for human science, for human inventions. You’d have never guessed when you entered his labyrinth that the “beast” who guarded it would be so understanding, so curious. But you guess spending years trapped in a labyrinth with only books as company would do that to you.

“Well,” You dance your fingers down Marinos’ chest, delighting in the way he shivers at the contact, “You know what they say.” Marinos drifts his focus from the toy to your wandering hand, exhaling loudly when you slip under his loincloth, “Necessity is the mother of invention.”

Your fingers barely wrap around Marinos shaft, only half-hard yet massive in both girth and length. The toy is all but forgotten, your slick palm softly stroking up and down, rubbing a thumb across the bottom of his head.

You may be ready one day to take him inside you, with a little magical help and lots of practice, but for now, you're happy just to feel pleasure alongside him.

Marinos’ cock slips out between his loincloth, fully erect and weeping precum. His hands dig into the sheets, eyes blown wide watching your small hand jerk him off. There's a low whine in his chest when you detach, the whites of his eyes growing wide when you grab the toy and press it into his palms. With a wink, you fish your own cock out of your boxers, grabbing your personal fleshlight and giving yourself some quick jerks.

“C’mon, big boy. I wanna watch.”

Marinos nods, buzzing with excitement, panting as he watches you sheath yourself in your toy. You throw your head back into the pillows, biting your lip as the warmth of the silicone wraps around your cock.

With shaky, excited hands Marinos grabs his toy, freshly lubed up and lines his cock head. His throat bobs as he presses the fake lips to his head, a shuddering moan coming out between his teeth.

“By the gods.” Marinos pants, pushing the toy down and finally entering its embrace. His hips unconsciously jerk, desperate for more. “This is-”

“Good, huh?” You like your lips, pushing the toy down to your base, then dragging it up to your head. Lube and precum leave sticky tracks across your shaft. From a glance you can tell Marinos isn’t even halfway down yet, savoring in the unfamiliar, his legs shaking.

“Y-yes, its-” Marinos sighs again, watching his own cock be swallowed up by the fleshlight, “-it’s fantastic.”

You lean into Marinos sides, beginning to move the toy faster up and down your cock. It's nice, but watching Marinos stokes the fire in your belly harder; His whimpers and moans as he finally sinks into the base are pure erotica.

“You can move it, y’know.” You chuckle, playfully nudging your shoulder against Marinos. Your toy makes sticky sounds, thwapping against your balls. “Unless you're more of a cockwarming kind of guy. Guess this is how you’d find that out.”

That does get a laugh from Marinos, all baritone, even when broken up by his heavy breaths.

“I k-know-” Marinos pants, slowly lifting the toy up his cock, “But if this were you, I’d have to stay still. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Your heart swells; Gods, how cruel was it that such a sweet creature was kept locked up all these years? Marinos was much too good for those royals anyway.

“You lean up, surprising Marinos with a kiss. He meets it with his usual softness, not domineering or belligerent. Just..himself.

He’s pulled the fleshlight up to the tip, copying you and shoving it back down in one quick thrust. He shudders into your kiss, hips jerking upwards.

“If you want-” You mutter into his lips, “I could play with yours and you could play with mine.”

“Yes.” Marinos pants. “L-lets do that.”

You nod, detaching from the kiss, throwing your hand over Marinos’ waist and grabbing the toy. His palm gently wraps around yours, once again reminding you just how much bigger Marinos is than you. Your cock throbs.

You both start off gentle, trying to test each other's boundaries. But Marinos is quick to meet your gentle strokes, throwing his hips into the fleshlight, making the toy shudder. Encourage, you move it a bit faster, hearing Marinos heavy balls hit the toy.

He picks up speed as well, and your hips begin to move on their own. Your cock is aching from your prior teasing, only spurred on by Marinos harmonic moans and the way he fucks the toy. It conjures up images of how he could fuck you one day. The first time would be gentle, lots of lube and patience, most likely doggy. He’d ease into you, keeping his cock warm for a couple minutes, then gently snap into your backside. With his long arms, he could probably lean over and jerk you off at the same time.

But once you were ready, would he bounce you on his cock like this, grabbing you by the hips and using you like a cocksleeve? Leave you breathless as he fucks you open, balls hitting your ass, filling you with cum?

Your toy leaks lube and precum, your balls beginning to tighten as those fantasies nearly send you over the edge.

“I’m gonna cum.” Marinos grunts, his cock twitching enough to nearly shake the toy out of your grunts. “I'm so close.”

“Me too.” You pant, drool pooling in your mouth. You both speed up your pace, fisting the toys like desperate teenagers, more instinct than conscious thought. Marinos breathes through his nose, shaking his nose ring, and digs his hooves into the bed.

“Shit! Cumming!”

“Aaa-ah!~” You quickly release into the toy as you watch Marinos cum fills his to the brim. Streams of it spurt off the side, covering his thighs and your hand.

You both fall back into the bed, soft cocks still nestled in your toys. MArinos leans over and kisses your cheek.

“Thank you, love.”

[rowniebow]

mercy | newt scamander x male reader

Summary: You and Newt have been put in a sticky situation. Newt has been the hot commodity lately, but you were all too ready to bargain. 

Warnings: Angst

Reader: Male, muggle

Parining(s): Newt Scamander x Male Reader

Word Count: 1.9k+

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Your eyes focused on the cold cement ground you sat upon. Your knees were pulled to your chest. Your head was pounding from all the stress and commotion. You couldn’t help but wonder where you would be as of right now if you had denied the strange British man and stayed working at your nine-to-five factory job. Would you still reside in your pathetic, run down apartment across from Gerda who shared her butter and you shared your eggs with? Would Jerry still be belittling you about how lazy you are at your job? Yes. Most likely Jerry would still be an asshole.

But, most of all, would Newt be in this situation if it weren’t for you? You can’t help but think he would be sitting at home taking care of his creatures if it weren’t for you agreeing to join him. That, at least, is what you said to convince yourself you were okay with what was all happening. Convincing yourself you were at fault for the bad things so your “solution” to the issue - this decision you were making for the both of them - wouldn’t be as painful.

What were you to do, though? When someone shares their most vulnerable feelings with you, and you share your own, are you really supposed to just watch them up and leave without you when their hand is extended as Newt’s was? When they’re offering you an out of your miserable life, and instead an invitation to what you assumed would be a nice quiet life with someone you loved and doing things you loved with them? Are you supposed to say no to joining the person you have grown to care the most about? 

You were yanked out of your thoughts as the loud metal doors were peeled open by two large, muscular men clad in armor and wands out ready to strike if you made even one off move. You couldn’t help but wonder if all that was truly necessary for you: a small man with no capacity to fight back. Good lord, you couldn’t even get rid of spiders. All you could do was ignore them and wish them on their merry way. 

You stood, the shackles hung off of your wrists and ankles. The rusted chain clattered against the cement floors, scratching against your already pounding head. You trudged with the two large men trailing close behind you. They poked at your back every once in a while when you were dragging from exhaustion. 

You three arrived at the large wooden double doors. They creaked as the men opened it to reveal you to the man that hasn’t left your mind in years. 

You took in every aspect of Newt with a gasp. His arms were limp and pale from all the hours they had been hung up against the wall. He was on his knees, but his ankles, bloody and bruised, sat chained to the wall just as his wrists were. Blood drained out of them, you were sure they were tingling with discomfort. He didn’t look up, leaving you to look at his knotted, messy hair. Strands flew everywhere, it didn’t even have its usual shape and part. His dozens of layers of clothes had been removed. He stood limply in his tousled white button down and brown straight legged pants. Both clothing items were ripped at the seams and ruffled beyond the familiarity of Newt’s well-dressed and ironed appearance. 

“Oh, Newtie,” You groaned at the sight of him. Rage filled your veins. You suddenly began to rethink your bargain, wondering if these awful people who had already done this to him would keep their part and let him go after all this. 

Newt looked up with wide eyes at the sound of your voice echoing off of the brick walls. His eyes were swollen and red. His cheeks were patterned in purple and red. Hair fell over his forehead and into his eyes. He struggled at the chains, trying to stand up and move towards you but, of course, he was to no avail. “Y/N,” he called out hoarsely, tears threatening his eyes. You ran towards him, the guards obviously wanting to stop you but they let it happen knowing what was to come. 

“Newt, goodness, my sweet,” You cooed, lightly rubbing your hand over his wounded cheeks as you examined him. He winced slightly as you grazed the open skin but overall he refused to look away from you, shocked to see you in front of him. “Are you okay? Lord- obviously you’re not. It’s okay, alright? I-It’s gonna be over soon, okay?” You hushed your tone, wanting to save all your words for him and only him. 

His bloodied wrists caught your eye, “Can we- Can we please get this bullshit off of him? God,” You hollered out into the echoed room. The chains released themselves, magically, of course, and Newt fell into your arms. He struggled to snake his own limp limbs around your waist. You felt his shaking body and breath and nearly broke down. 

You continued to hold him close, a hand keeping his head in the crook of your neck and another keeping him upright in your arms. “I’m so sorry,” you continuously whispered into his hair that was still soft as ever despite it all. “I love you so much, I’m so sorry.” 

“Now,” A voice boomed from behind you. “Would you like to break the news to him, dearest? Or, shall I?” 

You ignored the threatening voice - the voice from the man who’s at fault for the crimes committed against the two. You only continued whispering your hushed apologies. You reassured Newt, in between quiet sniffs, that he was going to be okay and that it would all be over soon. That he wouldn’t have to worry anymore and he could continue to forget this. 

Newt, listening to your every word and absorbing it (grateful that he gets to hear it again at all), peaked over your shoulder at the presence who had walked in. Neither of the two had seen the man’s face. He stayed hidden under his black, hooded cloak. A mask sat over his face, keeping anyone from seeing him. 

Newt watched the man, blurred from his tears, take several steps in the room. After hours and hours of the torturing done to him by this man, he couldn’t even find the strength in him to do much more than look and groan. He happily let you rock yourselves back and forth as you chanted comforting phrases into his ear for only him to hear, and ran your fingers through his hair, and left your warm heavy hand in the middle of his back and rubbed it in small circles. 

“I suppose I’ll take that as a plea for me to tell him.” The voice boomed out once more. 

Your eyes couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. You quietly sobbed, muttering, “Please, don’t be mad. I love you so much, I’m so sorry.” 

“The little muggle has offered himself in exchange for your peace. For your freedom.” You could hear a smile in the man’s voice as he spoke of your bargain. You could also very clearly hear a sharp gasp from Newt, as he began to moan in disagreement. “Yes, we haven’t decided what to do with him, yet, but-! I am a generous man, myself, so I have decided to make the deal with him.” 

Newt struggled but managed to push himself away from your loving hold. “No, I-I don’t agree with this.” He managed to squeak out. His ragged voice from all the screaming you had heard him do from down the corridor shook and let a cold shake travel through your spine. 

“Yes, well,” The man with the booming voice behind you turned and made his way out of the door. “I thought I’d be kind and let you say goodbye. We’ll be back for you soon enough.” His uncaring voice sent rage through Newt. His fist clenched but he was too weak to do much of anything. 

The door slammed shut leaving you two alone with one another. “No,” Newt began but you wouldn’t let him finish.

“Love, I can’t let them hurt you anymore than they already have. Or the creatures. You get to leave with them, I made sure of that.”

“N-No, but,” He gulped, doing his best to soothe his scratchy throat. “I-I don’t get to leave with you,”

“That’s okay-,”

“No! It’s n-not okay.” His eyelids fluttered and his mouth twitched at the ends.

“Yes, it is,” You moved your hands to hold his cheeks. His head struggled to stay up with the weight of gods pushing him down. “You’re gonna be okay and the creatures are going to be okay and that’s what matters.”

“No! I-I-I won’t be okay!” He let out a pained sob. The waterfalls escaped his green eyes.

“You will. And you’ll live a nice quiet life like you said you would.” The smile that graced your lips was filled with nothing but pain and Newt saw right through that.

He stayed silent for a moment. “I don’t want to be okay without you. I don’t want to live a ‘nice quiet life’ without you. That-That is just no life at all, one without you.” 

Salty drops of water streamed down your face at his words. What could you even say to that? You’ve been telling yourself you are doing this for him but it’s not as if you would be anything less than angry if he were doing the same for you. 

“There-There must be a-another way.” Newt shook his head, refusing to believe this was the reality he was going to have to accept. He kept his eyes trained on you the whole time as he took in every detail, anxious this was going to be the last time he saw your face. He absorbed your skin and where it wrinkled. He memorized every divet in your imperfect perfect complexion. How your eyes were swollen and red from rubbing them all day. The way the light reflected off of your mesmerizing eyes. How insanely beautiful you looked in every way all of the time. He couldn’t believe he scored someone as gorgeous as you, inside and out. Fully and completely beautiful. 

“Newt,” You whispered his name, afraid if you said it any louder then the name would escape the two of you and run off somewhere it shouldn't be. “I love you. You are going to be okay. You are resilient and stubborn - I know you can do it.”

“I-I don’t want to, Y/N.” He sighed taking you in. 

“I know, I’m sorry.” You whispered as the doors burst open again with a slam. You rushed back into his arms for one final moment where you could feel safe.

“Please, don’t leave me. Don’t do this to me,” 

“I love you so much, Newtie. To the moon and back.”

“I-I love you, too.” 

The hushed words exchanged between the two were cut short as the big men came to pry you and Newt off of each other. You continued to fight to reach him, but your strength was nothing in comparison and you were only left reaching your hand out as the space between you two grew. Newt continued to scream and holler, even gathering the will to stand and jog after them. But, of course, he was overpowered by yet another unnecessarily strong guard. 

The last thing you saw of Newt was him on his knees, screaming your name and pleas for mercy.

[snowyslytherinowl]

Most Crushed on Male Harry Potter Characters: A Study (Version 1)

I was wondering what male characters from Harry Potter (including Hogwarts Legacy and Fantastic Beasts) are the most crushed on. When I couldn’t find anything online that answered my question, I decided to take it into my own hands and research it for myself. I looked at reader-insert fanfics and thirst trap videos on 4 websites (AO3, Tumblr, Wattpad, and TikTok) since I think it’s the most effective way of seeing how many people want to be the focus of a Harry Potter boy’s affection. Here are the results as of August 6, 2023! 

Note: I researched other characters (ex. Matteo Riddle, Charlie Weasley) that weren’t listed here, but some of them didn’t make the cut on any website. I’ve also never seen Fantastic Beasts or played/watched videos of Hogwarts Legacy, so it’s possible that I missed loved characters from those parts of the Harry Potter universe. 

The second version of this study is now out! You can find it here!

*GIF isn't mine

AO3

What I did: I researched how many works are under “(male character)/reader” and “(male character)/you.” The number of works under these tags differed, so the number in parentheses is the higher number of works between those 2 tags. I only counted pairings with at least 300 works.

Results:

Draco Malfoy (1,414 works)

Severus Snape (1,013 works) 

Sirius Black (890 works)

Remus Lupin (817 works) 

Sebastian Sallow (710 works) 

Fred Weasley (698 works) 

George Weasley (627 works)

Harry Potter (401 works) 

James Potter (332 works) 

Newt Scamander (326 works) 

Tom Riddle/Voldemort (316 works) 

Ominis Gaunt (310 works)

Potential problems: I think the AO3 results are the most accurate since for the most part, all reader-insert works are under only 1 name of the character, not something like “Snape/reader” and then “Severus Snape/reader.” However, I did notice that there were sometimes works with 2 characters where 1 character had a relationship with the character, while the other character was in a loveless arranged marriage or some sort of non-con relationship that the author didn’t mean to romanticize. 

TUMBLR

What I did: I researched “(male character) x reader,” “(male character) x you,” and “(male character) x y/n.” The number of followers under these tags sometimes differed, so I recorded the highest number of followers between the 3 tags. I only counted characters that had a reader-insert tag with at least 2k followers. Some characters are tied because Tumblr only shows followers in thousands, not the specific number. 

Results:

Draco Malfoy (13k followers) 

Sirius Black and Remus Lupin (11k followers)

Fred Weasley and James Potter (8k followers)

Newt Scamander and George Weasley (6k followers)

Regulus Black and Tom Riddle (5k followers)

Cedric Diggory and Severus Snape (4k followers)

Theodore Nott and Sebastian Sallow (3k followers)

Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, and Ominis Gaunt (2k followers)

Potential problems: Because Tumblr doesn’t have a set tag for reader-insert works, I had to look up characters under multiple names, like “Remus Lupin x reader” and “Lupin x reader.” I had to exclude Harry’s tags because a lot of the works under those tags were mixed with reader-inserts or other characters. Also, there are probably some thirst photos/GIFs on Tumblr for male characters that aren’t tagged as a reader-insert. 

WATTPAD

What I did: I researched “(male character) x reader,” (male character) x you, and (male character) x y/n. The number of results under these tags sometimes differed, so I recorded the highest number of results between the 3 tags. I only counted characters that had a reader-insert tag with at least 10k results. Some characters are tied because Wattpad doesn’t show the exact number of results. 

Results:

Draco Malfoy (68.5k results) 

Neville Longbottom (53.4k results)

Newt Scamander (50.9k results)

Cedric Diggory (49.3k results) 

Ominis Gaunt (37.5k results) 

Ron Weasley (26.3k results) 

Remus Lupin (19.4k results) 

Sirius Black and James Potter (18.9k results) 

Severus Snape (18.4k results) 

Fred Weasley (15.9k results)

George Weasley (12.8k results)

Theodore Nott (11k results) 

Tom Riddle (10.7k results)

Potential problems: I don’t think these results are very accurate. Because Tumblr doesn’t have a set tag for reader-insert works, I had to look up characters under multiple names, like Remus Lupin x reader and Lupin x reader. I had to exclude Harry again because his results pulled up results for other characters. Similarly, searches for other characters pulled up reader-insert stories written only for a different character. 

TIKTOK

What I did: I looked up “(male character) thirst” on TikTok and filtered the results to show videos in order of highest number of likes to least number of likes. The first video wasn’t necessarily a thirst video of that character, so I had to manually search for the thirst video with the highest number of likes. I only recorded characters where their thirst video with the highest number of likes had at least 10k likes. Some are tied because the same video covered multiple characters. 

Results:

Harry Potter (3m likes)

Newt Scamander (447.6k likes)

Neville Longbottom (295.4k likes)

Dean Thomas (206.9k likes)

Cedric Diggory (131.6k likes)

Fred, Ron, George, and Bill Weasley (123.8k likes)

Draco Malfoy (91.6k likes)

Severus Snape (57.5k likes)

Remus Lupin (21.4k likes )

Lucius Malfoy (21k likes)

Sirius Black and James Potter (17.6k likes)

Potential problems: There were so many problems with finding videos on TikTok that romanticized the character, so I would take the TikTok results with a grain of salt. It was really frustrating to research on TikTok LMAO. I originally just looked up videos with the name of the character, but it took forever to find a thirst video and it was sometimes difficult to tell if it was an actual thirst. For example, there were some edits of Snape that showed him as a kid and a grown-up and it wasn’t clear if the creator was romanticizing him. For this reason, I know that the rankings I listed are most likely inaccurate because there are definitely thirst videos of characters that weren’t labeled as thirst videos. Also, for the results I gave for Harry, I looked up “Harry Potter thirst” and chose the video that @miwallbank duetted and had the most likes. 

COMBINING THE NUMBERS 

For accuracy reasons, I left out the numbers of results from TikTok because I think that my research was inaccurate for the most part. 

Draco Malfoy (approximately 82,914 admirers)

Newt Scamander (approximately 57,226 admirers)

Neville Longbottom (approximately 55,400 admirers)

Cedric Diggory (approximately 53,300 admirers)

Ominis Gaunt (approximately 39,810 admirers)

Remus Lupin (approximately 31,217 admirers)

Sirius Black (approximately 30,790 admirers)

Ron Weasley (approximately 28,300 admirers)

James Potter (approximately 27,232 admirers)

Fred Weasley (approximately 24,598 admirers)

Severus Snape (approximately 23,413 admirers)

George Weasley (approximately 19,427 admirers)

Theodore Nott (approximately 14,000 admirers)

Tom Riddle (approximately 5,316 admirers)

Regulus Black (approximately 5,000 admirers)

Sebastian Sallow (approximately 3,710 admirers)

Do I think these final results are accurate? Most likely not, so take the final results with a grain of salt. Also, these results aren’t necessarily indicative of how much a character is crushed on since there are probably plenty of people who don’t write fanfiction or follow tags on their loved character. I might do this again, but this is what I have for now. Thanks for reading!

[defectivevillain]

by your side

pairing: percival graves x reader

reader’s pronouns: unspecified but masc-intended

warnings: mentions of blood and injury, fainting

You’re starting to suspect that Director Graves thinks you to be incompetent.

It all starts in the halls of MACUSA’s Department of Magical Law Enforcement [as most things do]. You’re minding your own business, filling out some paperwork, when a sudden crash sounds. You quickly get up from your desk and run out to the hallway, only mildly surprised to see several Aurors. They evidently just Apparated back from their mission. Admittedly, they look to be in a pretty bad state. 

“We need backup,” one of the Aurors manages to say, as they lead another Auror down the hall with their arm slung around their shoulder. There’s blood seeping from their robes, tinting their skin red. You’re quick to get the details from another Auror before Apparating there yourself. From what you’d heard, some Grindelwald sympathizers are fighting back against the initial group of Aurors.

The moment you appear, you have to dodge spellfire. There’s nothing but chaos. You cast a few haphazard shields and look around for any of the other Aurors. There are a few scattered about, but they look outnumbered. 

As you fight, you make sure not to use lethal spells—despite your knowledge that the wizards casting at you definitely are. You take a deep breath and spin around, just barely dodging a curse that hurtles at you. Despite your speed, you’re beginning to be surrounded. You try your best to defend yourself, but it’s nearly impossible to do so with the opposition of several different people. A wayward curse barrels towards you and you’re not fast enough to dodge it. Pain shoots through you and you fall to the ground. Shadows creep across your vision and you blearily look up to the sky. Eventually, you succumb to the rather powerful exhaustion that pulls at your core.

You dazedly register someone leaning over you. Their face is entirely blurry and all you can make out are deep brown eyes and dark hair. The person brings a hand to your cheek and their lips move, but you can’t hear what they’re saying. Your ears are ringing and your eyelids sting with the exertion of staying awake. You’re shaken a bit roughly by the shoulders, but by then, your eyes are closed and you’re unconscious. 

The next time you wake, there are pins and needles shooting through your arm. You try to lift your arm, only to find that it’s weighed down. You squint in confusion. It takes a moment for you to process what’s happening. It seems that you’re in St. Mungo’s. Your arms are bandaged and your entire body feels incredibly stiff. It’s only then that you realize why your arm is hurting. Director Graves is draped over your arm, his head rested on his arms as he.... well, you’re not quite sure what he’s doing here. You tap him on the shoulder and he jolts awake, looking incredibly startled until he meets your eyes. 

“You’re awake,” the director remarks, a strange sense of relief almost invading his voice. You squint at him in confusion. You must be dreaming. That’s the only explanation for why the Director of Magical Law Enforcement is sitting next to your hospital bed. 

“Why-” You try to say, only for a cough to crawl out of your dry throat. Graves is quick to get you a glass of water, which you drink greedily. It takes you a moment to collect your thoughts, before you start again. “Why are you here?”

“How are you feeling?” the director asks. You level him with an unimpressed gaze. Graves doesn’t react. You shake your head in disbelief, fully aware that he didn’t even bother to answer the question. 

“I’m fine,” you reply habitually. Your entire body is aching and stiff, but it’s not an unbearable pain. You've regained control of your right arm too, thankfully. You try to push yourself up to a sitting position, but your arms are too shaky to provide much support. Graves levels you with an accusatory glare that you promptly ignore. 

“You’re lucky to be alive,” the director remarks. You don’t quite know what to say to that, so you remain silent. Evidently, there’s something else the director wants to say, but he doesn’t voice it. Instead, Graves sighs and crosses one leg over the other. He makes no move to leave. Your heart starts to race. 

“Now, rest,” the director commands. “That’s a direct order from your commanding officer.” You roll your eyes and fall into the pillow at your back. You stare up at the ceiling resolutely, not wanting to go to sleep. The universe seems to have other plans for you, however. The last thing you register is the brief press of lips to your forehead before you’re drifting off. 

The rest of your hospital stay isn’t nearly as... intriguing. You don’t get any more visitors—least of all Director Graves—and you’re discharged within two days. The nurse firmly orders you to stay out of the field for a week and you sigh. 

During the ensuing days, you’re incredibly bored. You still go to work, but you’re confined to your desk and a seemingly infinite stack of paperwork. The week passes and, on the eighth day, you’re extremely excited to return to normal work. Safe to say, you aren’t anticipating the continued influx of paperwork. 

At first, you think it must be coincidence. You’ve always been assigned paperwork sporadically throughout the year. However, as the days pass and you continue to be assigned paperwork and nothing else, you start to suspect that something’s wrong. Ultimately, it takes another week of zero fieldwork for you to lose patience and walk over to Graves’s office. 

Before you know it, you’re knocking on the door to his office. “Director Graves, can I speak with you?” You hear a voice allowing you in and you open the door. Tina Goldstein stands at the director’s side. The two of them turn to look at you the moment you enter the room. 

“Goldstein, we’ll continue this later,” Graves says. Goldstein’s gaze flits between the two of you and a mischievous smile appears on her face. You’re quick to push her out of the space and dissuade her from any deluded fantasies. The moment you return, your impatience gets the best of you. 

“Why are you keeping me from the field?” You blurt out. The director doesn’t seem surprised by the question. If anything, it seems as if he was expecting it. That sends off some red flags in your head. Did he mean for you to be assigned to paperwork this whole time? Shaking your head, you turn your attention back to him.

“You need rest,” the director replies, rather predictably. Graves taps his fingers against the surface of his desk. You’re unable to keep your irritation at bay anymore. 

“Yes, for one week, not two,” you snap, quickly regretting doing so when you see the blank expression on the director’s face. Graves stands up and ambles over to you. Your heart is racing in your chest, but you grit your teeth and stand your ground. He’s nearly looming over you now. Merlin, I’m going to die, you can’t help but think. 

“I... apologize,” is just about the last thing you’re expecting to hear. Your surprise must show on your face, because Graves chuckles. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I was just... worried.” Why would he be worried? You frown. 

“I can explain,” the director starts. You raise an eyebrow and he doesn’t make a move to explain. “Perhaps... over coffee?” You’re certain your jaw is wide open now. Is he... asking you out? You look at him for a moment longer, trying to find any hint of emotion on his face. His expression is surprisingly blank. Well, fuck it, you think to yourself. There’s nothing to lose, really.

“Sure,” you respond. Somehow, it seems as if Graves hadn’t expected you to agree because his eyebrows rise high on his forehead. The display isn’t for more than a mere fraction of a second, yet it’s somewhat refreshing to know that the director isn’t as robotic as you thought him to be. 

“It’s a date,” the man says, a hint of a smile creeping up on his face. You nod and dismiss yourself, walking out into the hall. It doesn’t take long for you to bury your head in your hands in simultaneous embarrassment and excitement.

y’all i had such a moral dilemma about how to write this... cause percival’s the head of the aurors and the reader is an auror so there are obvious power dynamics there.... thus the lack of explicit romance and emphasis on moving to an alternate location without work labels... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

[fire-hashira]

Aqua and Albus being sick of Gellert (summer of 1899 edition)

Aqua: Gellert Grindelwald GET DOWN FROM THE ROOF!!!

Gellert: *on the roof, about to fly a kite*

Albus: he's flying a kite Aqua

Aqua: theres a key on the kite

Albus: a key on the kite......

Aqua:........

Albus:......A KEY ON THE- GELLERT GRINDLEWALD

[platinumrosetail]

Record of Ragnarok x Pokemon Trainer!Reader?

Maybe she ends up in the ROR universe or the other way around, but either way I just think it'd be interesting if she tries to explain her world to everyone and just throws out a this tiny, cute pokemon, making the ROR characters not take her seriously at first, but then she just throws out pokemon like Mew, Kyogre, or heaven forbid, Arceus himself, casually saying these were the gods of her world.

I quite literally been trying to make a post about this before so this is fantastic for me also yes a ror request whoo! Also yes with the reader having powerful and god like Pokémon along with cute Pokémon.

It felt too crowded with four legendaries with three being bigger than one of them so I had to switch out giratina for a starter, hope that’s alright with you 😅😭.

Me and them talked and fill in some things that I had questions about so you might see some things that was left out of the request, this is a heads up if you get confused on that 😁.

This might be focused on the reaction and fighting than anything romantic as I haven’t gotten any requests for them to do this but I will try and make some romantic moments the best I can 😁😅.

Warning: noob author, female reader, possibly some ooc, and others.

Characters: some gods and some humans (romantic, they didn’t fully specify who so I’ll do the ones in my masterlist that i think would be more romantic for the reader), Valkyrie (platonic)

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You were visiting alola again after battling in galar and becoming champion there; reason why you were visiting alola again was because you have a relative you want to visit and cause necrozma (solgaleo) wanted to visit where they used to live aagain after so long.

You were just spending time with the ultra beast when you heard the sound of a ultra wormhole opening up from behind you and the next thing you know is that you’re in your space suit that can open by a button and that you’re on the back of necrozma growing past many wormholes with speed that you didn’t know it had as it takes them a while to pick up this speed in the wormhole current.

Next you were falling through as necrozma was forced to go back into their pokeball but some forces you couldn’t see but you could see the struggle they had before going into the pokeball. You screamed even though you know that wouldn’t help as you aren’t sure if you can bring out any capable pokemon at the moment with that force pulling necrozma back into their pokeball and all.

(That’’s just for plot convenience at the moment, it most likely won’t appear here anymore, y’know like a one time thing.)

You felt yourself get caught by a pair of what seem to be strong arms with how muscular they are, you trailed your eyes up and met red tinted glasses eyes, you fainted seconds later because of all the adrenaline finally settling down and because of the hot male that caught you.

(Honestly who wouldn’t for Buddha lol)

When you finally woke up you noticed that you were in bed, at first you thought that you were dreaming all of that in a lucid dream but then began to notice the difference between this room and your room back in your time.

Your train of thought was interrupted by the door to this room opening and in came a tall woman with dark blue hair and from what you could tell by the distance between you two, green eyes.

“I’m glad to see that you’re awake, as i would like to discuss something with you if you don’t mind.” The woman says as she watches you sit up on the bed. “But first lets introduce ourselves, seeing as we might be working together from now on if you agree to a favor i would like to ask of you.”

“Ok……” I hesitantly agree wondering where this was going.

“My name is brunhilde and i would like your assistance on helping save humanity from being destroyed by the gods.” The woman now known as brunhilde introduced and explained the favor to you.

“My name is (Y/n)… and about that favor, can i have some time to think about it, y’know with how it’s a lot to take in and with how big the favor seems to be?” You asked wondering what world you’re in for humanity to be pushed to extinction if they don’t win this supposed battle of gods vs humanity.

“Of course, i understand, when you decide come find me in the meeting room.” Brunhilde quickly exit completely forgetting that you don’t know this place like she does and you don’t know where that is.

“He! Wait where is that?!” You tried to call out to her and get her to tell you before she left but seems she already died making you sigh before doing what you said you were going to do until later though that train of thought was quickly broken but something being dropped on your chest.

You uncovered your eye with the arm you previously placed over them to think and see big blue eyes and a pink short furred cat staring right back at you while their tail is swishing back and forth almost expecting something from you……. Until it hit you, quite literally as the creature you know as mew bap’ed their paw at you and you realized what they wanted.

“Fine~….. but after that no bothering me until later, ok? I need to think about this favor brunhilde asked of me.” You got a nod before going through the bag that was on the desk that was next to the bed you were on, and thankfully everything seems to still be in their original place in it anyway back to the task at hand, mew had wanted you to get the poke treat you always make for them and the others, your parent taught you the recipe for these things and like always it was all of your Pokémon’s favorite which doesn’t surprise you as the recipe was all Pokémon’s favorite, and of course there were different flavors for any pokemon with a different taste bud.

You decided to take a walk outside to get a clear head as the room was becoming too stuffy even though it was a really big room and it took many steps to even get to the door of it.

The place you ended up next was what most likely be the garden for this place you appeared in, while walking around there you spot a male laying down on the green grass that you know all grass type would enjoy running around in.

The male looked strangely familiar with the glasses and hair but you can’t quite place where you might’ve seen from though you guess you’ll know soon enough as when you went to get a closer look you seem to have woken the sleeping man up as the next thing you knew was that you hear a deep voice call out.

“Staring is rude, y’know.” You jumped, startled at the sudden noice breaking your concentration and began to panic while trying to push out an apology.

“S-sorry! You just seemed so f-familiar and i wanted to figure o-out why a-and—” you were cut off by what seems to be a lollipop being pushed into your mouth, and the lollipop you previously sen in his mouth is gone as well……. It didn’t take you long to figure out where that lollipop has gone to which made you blush up a storm and started to look like a (Pokémon name) with how bad you blushed at the indirect kiss you two basically shared.

“Calm down or you’l faint again.” he says which got me thinking on how he knew I fainted before unless…..

“You’re the one that catched me!” I finally figured out who he was and accidentally yelled out a bit as i finally could thank the one who catches and saved my life from that long fall.

“So you finally remember, huh?”

The male introduced himself as Buddha which i responded with my own introduction as well. He soon asked what you were doing here when you’re human and should be in the human realm which you quickly explained your predicament as he thought you fell from their version of human realm by accident and was already ack to your human life after you woke up.

“Well you see, technically I’m from another universe or dimension where there’s these creatures called pocket monster, or pokemon for short, and while hanging around at one of the places i visit to have some alone time, a wormhole opened and one of my pokemon had decided that it was time to go on an adventure again like when i was younger but when getting close to the end of the portal my pokemon was forced back into their pokeball and you know what happened next… sorry about that by the way.”

“Mmm, it’s fine, though you can show me one of these pokemon you have on you.” Buddha says which was alright with you and you guess he got curious on what one would look like with how you talked about them.

You went through your head on which one to bring out to show him before choosing your sylveon who likes getting attention from you and anybody you deem worthy enough to be your friend.

“This is sylveon, one of my Pokémon that been with me since I started my journey.” You say as you pet your beloved Pokémon.

“She’s cute.” Buddha say which made you laugh a little but quickly noticed how sylveon was reacting to that so you hurried to explain before things get out of hand.

“Actually sylveon is a boy, he gets irritated if you call him a girl, the only time he’s alright is when he goes to use to his advantage.”

After a few more hours of you two spending time together it was time for a leave as you still need to inform brunhilde the decision you picked while with Buddha.

(I’m going to speed this along as it’s already long right now.)

It was a few days after you joined the fight for humanities survival. You’ve met some of the human fighters, all with very different personalities and backgrounds.

The only ones who know about you being from another universe and your Pokémon being with you is brunhilde, her sisters, and Buddha, and even then they only know the normal ones you have not the legendaries you have, reason why you didn’t want to share with the others is because you wanted to surprise them within your round which is like a demonstration of what’s to happen though like the others the round is a death match as well.

The god you were facing was a low god to the others gods and goddesses but still strong enough to take down a normal human……. If you were a normal human, but seeing as you came from another universe entirely makes you no ordinary normal human.

“You should just surrender girly! I wouldn’t want you to accidentally break a nail!! Hahahahaha!!!” At that the god of (???) gained a laugh from the others on his side of this battle, he didn’t get the rise out of you like he was hoping for but instead a sweet, sweet smile that seems to scream danger to him but he tries not to be intimidated by a ‘lowly’ human like you.

You had already sent out a Pokémon before the fight, mew, who was invisible and would appear when you call out to it, but for now you’ll hold back on who you chose to send out, the one you send out is a hisuian zoroark that you caught in the past of sinnoh.

“Zoroark! Use shadow sneak!!” You called out a move for your zoroark to use which allows it to move first. A shadow from zoroark’s shadow goes towards the god which confused him on how you and your beast can do that before starting to feel extraordinary pain which made him tilt his head behind him to see what’s going on back there only to see a shadow looming over him being the culprit yo his pain.

Thankfully for him it ended soon enough but he was still littered with long scratches from the attack.

“How?! How did you do that?! And where did that mangy beast come from?!” He yelled out and basically insulted your Pokémon which irritates you when people get like that but make sure to hold that anger for the finishing blow when the time is right.

“I don’t want to reveal any of my secrets so you’ll just have to wait.” You say which makes the gods like hades, shiva, Loki, Thor, Poseidon only shared a small short glance before looking away uninterested in this fight and what happens to the human female, zeus also shared an interest disgustingly enough.

“Hmm, this human is interesting right hades?” Zeus says, hades doesn’t say anything as he saw the same female alone in the gardens one time and also had a interest with her being there and not in the human realm

On the Norse side there was Loki and Thor along with Odin and the two birds that follow him that Loki likes to tease. “Hmmm~ I wonder what she means by that~ what do you say Thor?~” he got no response from him which made Loki pout.

While they were all talking, the battle continued on until you only had three Pokémon left, coincidentally they were some of the legendaries/mythical from your world which theoretically speaking is basically like the gods from your world.

You thought as long and as hard as you could which was only a second before sending out the big one….. the almighty creator of both humans and Pokémon kind in your world; arceus.

“I’m sorry for acting cocky right now buuut….. you’re about to become nonexistent.”

“Huh? What do you mean? It’s just a Llama! I bet it would be like the others, too! Though I wished you let them stay out so I could kill them and make you see that you’re of no match to us gods!!” That sentence right there irritated both you and arceus and made the both of you look at each and nod before you give out the command to end this bloody fool from his embarrassing ways.

“Arceus, could you please use judgement on this poor fool and end his embarrassment.” You say calmly which receives a ‘gladly’ from arceus through your shared telepathy.

And like that the god before you shatters into green shards, disappearing into the place where humans and gods go to after they die in the afterlife.

Arceus returned to his ball as you silently walk back to your side of the stadium through where you had entered, tired and hungry and ready for a shower after what stress that battle brought you.

All of them were shocked before getting interrupted by a big screen came on in the middle of the battle ground of the stadium, the screen had funny eyes and a grin on its face.

“Hello! I’m rotomdex! The Pokémon you saw winning the battle with (Y/n) was called arceus! The creator of humans and Pokémon in (Y/n) universe!! You see, (Y/n) was transported here from a ultra wormhole opening up! Anyway, I need to go! Bye!!” And with that the screen disappeared leaving many shocked beings, wether they were human or deity.

After that you got swarmed by the other human competitors, all complimenting you in their own little way along with the competitors ally’s and friends/family.

You also gained the interest of some of the gods who want to learn about you more after that display you showed them.

(A/n: finally!!!! I hope you guys like it! I decided to try something new, it’s not a bad way to do things, just know I won’t use it for some of your requests as it depends on what you guys request of me, I also wished I could do more with the characters besides Buddha but I just couldn’t think of anything and because I have favoritism for Buddha, I mean can you blame me? Lol, anyway hope y’all have a wonderful day/evening/night!!!)

[mlmxreader]

A Beast Of A Man | Bard the Bowman x m!reader

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↳ ❝ Can I request smth fluffy with werewolf male reader x bard (from the hobbit)?

With prompt “Gentlemen like me have to be very careful of what we do and say” ❞

: ̗̀➛ Bard's husband is by no means an ordinary Man, but Bard loves him too much to care anyway.

: ̗̀➛ brief mentions of violence

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Bard knew where he was going as he travelled down the long, winding path; the slick mud and soaked clay clinging to his boots and making him slip and slide every now and then the further he went.

Following large, stretched paw prints that seemed to have been made by an expert; much larger than a wolf, and far bigger than any warg either.

Unlike the infamous gaurhoth, though, this was a beast turned from Man by infection. A beast that could not speak wolf language, and nor was it constant in its animalistic body. No, this beast stood on two legs like an ordinary Man, yet much taller; it had a long muzzle, adorned with great sharp teeth and shaggy, dark grey fur.

At the end of its long, muscular arms, sat giant paws with thick, sharpened claws. It was as if a wolf had been made to walk on two legs, but with the great strength of the best of Dwarves.

But upon reaching the clearing, and seeing none other than a Man lying down at the end of the pawprinted tracks, Bard smiled; he cleared his throat as he came to sit down beside you, playing his bag beside your bare chest.

He reached out, gently tapping your arm and letting out a sigh of relief when you grumbled and began to stir.

"The children were asking for you," he started, "they asked why you missed out on my birthday party yesterday."

You let out a long, guilt ridden sigh. "Was that yesterday?"

"It was," Bard nodded. "I told them that you were called away, and that you would be back by this evening... they missed having their other father around."

You frowned, chest stinging as you realised the mistake that you had made. "Bard, I-"

"Don't apologise," he told you quietly. "I know how difficult it is to control it... that... infection. I don't blame you."

"No, I know, but..." you slowly sat up, shaking your head. "I promised that I would be there for Bain, Sigrid and Tilda - what will they think of me now?"

"No less of you," he insisted. "You treat them like they're your own, and they know that. It was one birthday, I don't think any less of you."

You glared at him for a moment, shaking your head. "You should. I missed your birthday, I let the children down, I... I fail at everything. Fatherhood, being a husband... a Man."

Bard put his arm around you, shaking his head as he gently kissed your temple. "I don't think you have, at all. You've been a wonderful father, and a wonderful husband. Your affliction doesn't matter."

You leaned into him, humming as you put your arm around his lower back and smiled. "You mean that?"

"Of course," he said softly, kindly. "I brought you some clothes, in that bag. It's my shirt, but I remember Gandalf telling me that men with your infection can be calmed down a little with familiar scents."

"Thank you," you chuckled softly. "But if you want me to wear your shirts, you can just say."

Bard shrugged as he hummed softly, licking his lips. "Well, I've never been the best at lying - you know that."

"And gentlemen like me have to be very careful of what we say and do."

You pulled away from him, aware of his gaze fixated on your body as you pulled the trousers from his bag; quickly tugging them on before sighing heavily. The cloth was warm against your skin, and although you did appreciate his efforts more than anything else, you also couldn't deny that you also appreciated his gaze.

He looked at you like you were fantastic, like you had the combined glory and breathtaking scenes of a woodland in fresh spring rain; like you held the entirety of Middle Earth on your shoulders, willing to kneel and give it to him. He looked at you as if you were his soil, his sky, his water, and his air.

He looked at you like you were everything, and even when you settled yourself on his lap once you were dressed, he didn't look at you any differently.

Slowly, Bard laid his hands on the backs of your thighs, keeping you close as he tilted his head to the side. "Is it at least getting better?"

You nodded, putting your hands on his shoulders as you let out a long sigh. "A little bit. It's been easier to control since Gandalf took me to see Radagast."

"I'm glad," Bard said softly, nodding as he dared to smile. "And the... urges?"

"Not as often, or as powerful," you smiled back, patting his shoulder twice to let him know that you really were quite alright. "Honest, Bard. Thanks to you, I'm all alright - more or less tip top condition. Promise."

Bard held his hand out, waiting for you to link your fingers with his. "Two squeezes?"

You squeezed his hand twice. "Two squeezes."

His shoulders slumped as he let out a drawn out breath, swallowing thickly and daring to smile. "You picked the right place, mind you."

"Pardon?"

"This," he mused. "Isn't it where we first met?"

"You mean where I first saved you?" You asked with a scoff, and when he glared playfully, you shook your head. "Don't be shy, Bard. You can admit you were all but overwhelmed by that warg."

"But I had you to save me," he whispered.

"You always will," you whispered. "I might not be as strong or as fierce as a dragon, but I will always, always protect you and the children. You're..."

"Family?" He asked quietly.

You nodded slowly. "You're my family... and, if you looked under your pillow this morning, you'd find what I made for you."

He tilted his head, curious as he hummed and raised his brows slightly. "Then we best get going and get back home, don't you think?"

You hummed, shaking your head for a moment before pressing your face against his throat. "Now in a minute, eh?"

Slowly, Bard closed his eyes as he fought back the urge to grin. "Alright."

[alina-dixon]

Fandoms I write For: (Part 3)

(I only write for x male readers!)

(smut is allowed!)

House of Wax:

- Vincent Sinclair

- Bo Sinclair

Detroit: Become Human:

- Connor

- RK900 (Nines)

- Gavin Reed

The Boy:

- Brahms

The Hobbit:

- Thorin Oakenshield

- Kili

- Legolas Greenleaf

Fantastic Beasts:

- Albus Dumbledore

- Gellert Grindelwald (Johnny Depp/Mads Mikkelsen)

- Newt Scamander

Hannibal (TV series)

(closed for now!)

- Hannibal Lecter

- Will Graham

The Sandman:

- Morpheus