#garreth weasley x male reader

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Semi-Romantic Headcanons

A/N: I know pretty much nothing about Garreth and Amit so, sorry if theirs are off or just completely ooc. And for Seb and Omi, I’ve read so much fanfiction for them that I’ve forgotten what they’re canonly like. Probably lots of filler, I wanted to make sure they all had around the same amount of words. I like Seb’s the least, it’s so cringy 😭Also the pic below took so long to make omg.

Sebastian S. + Ominis G. + Garreth W. + Amit T. x Male Reader (Seperate)

Sebastian Sallow: 

Very flirtatious

Always coming up with witty flirty responses to about anything you say.

Flirt back and he’s in awe, absolutely love-struck.

He’s very clingy, gets really jealous if he sees you talking to others he knows are into you. 

Wants your attention constantly on him.

Not-so-subtly lets others you’re talking to know that you’re together.

Wraps your arm around his waist or goes for a back hug, eyes glaring at the person you’re speaking to.

Once the person walks away, you look back at the shorter boy and he’s innocently staring back at you.

Loves spending time with you, no matter what the two of you are doing.

Likes getting up to mischief with you.

If you’re not so into that though, he’s cool with just chilling too.

He appreciates the quiet moments too, with so much going on in his life, he loves to just lay against you and relax.

Prefers being held though, it just reminds him that he’s safe and doesn’t have anything to worry about.

Such a goofy romantic too.

You two lie in bed, Sebastian in your arms as you place giggly kisses all over each other's faces.

Kisses are his favourite, no matter the type.

Loves any time where your lips are connected to him.

Really likes when you kiss his freckles, his shoulders are crowded with them.

His shoulders and neck will start to redden at the contact and you can’t help but laugh as Sebastian tries to deny his blushing.

Also likes when you just count his freckles

He’ll just jay in your lap as your fingers dance across his face, eyes concentrating as you count out loud.

Wearing such a silly grin as he watches your eyes scan over him.

He offers to duel you in the Undercroft, suggesting it so the both of you can get better at it.

Puts his all into trying to beat you, but always ends up losing.

Fixes his tie and cockily states that he “Lost on purpose” “If he actually put in the effort, he’d hurt you, and he didn’t want that.”

You laugh as you nod, accepting his words to spare him from the embarrassment.

Dates in the Undercroft, or any secret place he can take you.

As much as he loves having your relationship displayed in public, he loves being with you in private more.

He’s got quite a bit on his plate so he likes being alone to talk to you about those sensitive things.

He finds a lot of comfort, not only in your actions, but in you as a person.

He doesn’t crack often, but when he does, you’re his go to person for reassurance.

Prefers to sit in your lap in silence as you comfortingly rub your hand up and down his back.

The sound of your breathing and the feeling of your hands are enough to calm him down.

Ominis Gaunt:

Loves your touch

Not necessarily the romantic sort, just any physical connection.

He can’t see you so he loves the feeling of your hand on top of his, or placed on his thigh to know that you’re there.

He’s not the biggest fan of PDA, so you might have to just sit really close beside him in class instead.

Your knees or shoulders touching.

In private though, he can’t get enough of your affection.

Pretends to not enjoy it but his face erupts with the slightest romantic gesture. 

Really likes it when you kiss his beauty marks

He’s definitely memorized where they are now thanks to you.

He’ll keep his hands on you a lot, most of the time on your face.

His palm grazing over all your features as he compliments them.

He appreciates your beauty through touch.

Tell him how beautiful he is.

He loses his train of thought and sits there with a goofy grin.

“Thank you, Dear” 

Then tell him how pretty his smile is and he’s covering his face while his cheeks burn.

Lots of study dates.

Likes going somewhere private for them so you’re either in the Undercroft or in your dorms.

Prefers listening to you read rather than using his wand.

Your voice always brings butterflies into his stomach.

Insists that you read to him, he’ll excuse it by saying that he can’t be bothered to use his wand and it’ll just be easier if you read it for the both of you.

You know what he’s doing though, teasing him about it but still reading your assignments to the other.

Rests his head in your lap as you talk to him about your day.

Mumbling every now and then when you ask for his input, but otherwise he just silently listens.

Truly can’t get enough of your voice.

Will fall asleep so quickly if you whisper in his ear while scratching his head or rubbing your fingers against his palm.

He’s such a peaceful sleeper

You’re so grateful he lets you see him in such a vulnerable state.

And of course you show him how much you trust him by telling him all your deepest secrets.

A decent chunk of your nights are filled with comforting whispers and muffled sobs.

You two are always there for each other, no matter how late or how dumb the reason may be.

I’d like to think he’s good at comforting others, he knows what he wished people would’ve told him when he was younger and can find all the right things to say.

On nights like that, his grip is iron.

Whether he’s comforting you, or on the receiving end of the comfort, his arms would be so tight around you.

Touch in those vulnerable moments is exactly what the both of you need.

Let’s end this on a positive note, he really enjoys spooning.

His head dug into your shoulder as all he can feel, smell, and sense is you.

Garreth Weasley:

Type of guy to claim to be a master at relationships and swooning people.

But as soon as you asked him out, he was so awkward, stumbling over his words as he accepts your confession.

Brags about you to everyone, all the time.

He’s so grateful to have you and he wants the whole school to know.

Definitely the most unintentionally chaotic couple at Hogwarts.

The two of you are always getting into trouble for failed potions recipes. 

Accidently making a mess of the potions classroom.

Detentions become weekly dates for the both of you, the room full of laughter as you scrub away the mess you made.

It ends up taking an extra few hours to finish cleaning but it’s not like either of you mind.

When you guys aren’t in detention, you guys go on proper dates to Hogsmeade.

Takes you to Honeydukes more often than not.

Wants to spoil you by buying anything you want from there.

If you insist on spoiling him though, he won’t deny.

He’s really thankful if you do, demanding that he treats you to something next time.

Big fan of cuddles

Loves to just lie in your arms in your common rooms on the weekends.

Face planted into your chest as he mumbles about whatever.

He rambles a lot

Pretty much all the time

When you're walking to classes, in classes, while you're studying and before the two of you fall asleep.

A lot of his rambling is about his potions

He loves having someone to tell all his findings to.

If you're a quiet person, he'll love that you're such a good listener, and he really appreciates you dealing with his rants.

If you're like him, the both of you are blabbing all day. Conversations never ending. From when you wake to when you sleep.

Randomly kisses you all throughout the day. 

Like all over your face, just jumps in mid conversation and pecks your cheek.

He has no shame, doing it in class and in front of your classmates too.

Gets really flustered if you do it back to him.

Honestly loves just any sort of PDA, like I said before, he loves bragging about you so he’ll love having your arm around his waist as he shows you off.

Or just throwing his own arm around your shoulder while you talk to someone else.

It’s part wanting to brag and part being a little jealous.

You assure him that he’s the only one you want, but it doesn’t stop him from letting the whole school know you’re his and he’s yours.

Kiss his freckles, it gets him all giggly and weak in the knees.

Kiss the ones on his cheeks to the ones down his neck and then to his back, he’s an absolute sucker for it.

His face will turn as red as his hair.

Amit Thakkar: 

He’s definitely a nervous wreck, all throughout your relationship.

He wouldn’t be the best with words at the start, instead sharing his hobbies and interests with you.

Most of your dates would be up in the astronomy tower.

Amit handing you the telescope each time he finds a new constellation he wants to show you.

Always mentioning how they remind him of your beauty.

The way they shine as bright as your eyes.

Cheesy astronomy pick-up lines he probably learnt from Garreth.

“Look at the stars, look how they shine for you.” “You are my sun, my moon and all of my stars.” “If a star fell from the sky every time I thought of you, there would be none left in the sky”

Honestly, he’s such a gentleman though.

If you guys aren’t in the astronomy tower, you’re out in the fields, hand-in-hand as the two of you lay back and stargaze.

Loves to do things you like too, he’ll try any of your hobbies.

He doesn’t mind what the two of you are doing, as long as you’re with each other.

He struggles with small talk so he likes to just lie on you or sit beside you, enjoying the silence together.

Really enjoys the feeling of your hands in his hair.

Whenever he’s feeling nervous or stressed out, just place a hand in his hair, he’ll immediately relax.

If the two of you are in bed and you play with his hair, he’ll pass out straight away.

He just finds it so comforting.

I feel like he tends to overwork himself a lot, or just forgets to sleep while studying.

So once it gets late, you just carefully pull him away, promising him he’ll get it done tomorrow and to just focus on sleep now.

He’s thankful that you’re there for him, after meeting you, he’s been getting much more sleep.

He’s not sure how to kiss, and whenever the two of you do, he accidentally messes it up.

So he’s just resorted to kissing your hands or your cheek, places he can’t kiss you wrong. 

He loves when you quickly peck his lips, but anything more than that and he’s stumbling out apologies after nearly eating your face off.

You find it adorable and don’t really mind when he messes up.

You tell him but he’s usually too busy worrying about how foolish he looked.

Just give him a few pecks on the cheek and he’ll stop apologizing.

He loves studying with you, he helps a lot with the subjects you struggle with. 

Not only because he enjoys any opportunity to learn but you also give him a kiss whenever you understand what the two of you are working on.

His hand will softly rub against his cheek, he thinks about how he wants you to thank him more often.

A/N: These are the best GIFs Tumblr has for them so I’m sorry they look a little weird. These headcanons are just my opinion so please don’t crucify me for them. If your opinion does differ though, please let me know what you think, I’d like to read what people think they’re like, especially the last two.

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Proposition (v2)

Ominis Gaunt x m!reader x Garreth Weasley

[f!reader version here]

18+, Smut, 4k words

Garreth Weasley was well and truly spoken for, by none other than the gorgeous Ominis Gaunt—a worthy recipient of the Gryffindor's affections, but it stung nevertheless. You'd always got along well with Garreth—conversation was easy, silences (the few that happened) were comfortable. The flirting had always been reciprocated, of that you were sure, and interestingly hadn't stopped despite his entanglement with the blond Slytherin.

Whilst you spent less time with him these days, you tended to have Garreth all to yourself during your shared Herbology lessons and the evenings when Ominis found himself occupied with his own best friend. The Gryffindor common room was a cosy sanctuary for you, and the place you first met the self-professed potions prodigy. It continued to be the place where you relaxed after the stresses of exam preparation, and whiled away the hours in the company of your favourite redhead.

He was so easy to be around, and ever so easy on the eye. As was Ominis—they made quite the striking pair, and you liked Ominis very much. Your proximity to Garreth meant you'd spent more and more time in his company over the past few months. He had a wry sense of humour you enjoyed and was exceptionally kind to your best friend.

However, he'd barely spoken to you outside of the company of Garreth, so when you found him waiting for you after your Quidditch practice, your mind immediately started assuming the worst. 

He was leaning against the stands, twirling his wand and looking somewhat distracted, which stopped you in your tracks.

"Ominis? Everything okay?" you asked, clutching your broom tightly.

"Ah, yes," he replied with a faraway smile, "I wondered if you might accompany me back to the castle? I have a…proposition for you."

"A proposition?" you asked curiously.

"Mmm, of a rather sensitive nature. I'm aware of how attracted Garreth is to you."

Your mouth fell open, completely dumbstruck by the admission. You'd always suspected, of course, but for it to be so bluntly spoken by his own partner had you unable to mutter a reply.

"I assume the feeling is mutual?" he continued.

"Oh, well, yes. Of course, I'd never interfere with your relationship if that's what this is about."

Ominis chuckled and shook his head.

"No, you misunderstand me. I'm asking if you'd like to join us."

"Join…you?"

"In the bedchamber."

You inhaled sharply as you watched him, his face giving absolutely nothing away. His expression had returned to one of complete seriousness, and Ominis didn't seem the type to jest about something like this.

"Of course I would say yes, if the invitation was genuine."

"Oh yes, very genuine."

"What's in it for you?"

Ominis came to a stop in the courtyard to face you, his head tilted as he considered the question.

"I enjoy how worked up Garreth gets around you," Ominis replied with a smirk, stepping forward. "I'm quite curious myself."

The back of Ominis' fingers glided over your cheek with a featherlight touch, leaving you weak at the knees as you lost your frantic thoughts in his cloudy blue eyes.

"So, will you?" he prompted.

"Yes. Yes, of course," you muttered quietly, almost a whimper as his hand drifted along your jaw.

"We'll be seeing you, then. I look forward to it," he said, withdrawing his hand and turning to leave.

You were left standing alone in the courtyard feeling dazed, like you'd just been offered the forbidden fruit by a very enticing snake. There was no doubt in your mind that you'd take it, and relish every second.

-

The evening after the strange encounter, you found yourself curled up by the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room, your head resting in Garreth's lap as it often did and his hands idly stroking your hair. It wasn't usually anything more than a comforting gesture bestowed upon a friend, but your conversation with Ominis had certainly thrown it into a new light. 

You were now painfully aware of every one of Garreth's reactions to you—his every blush at your flirtatious remarks, his lingering gaze that followed you and scanned your body as you lay on the sofa. The fact that your head was now situated in his lap, right next to his…well…with any luck, you'd be exploring that part of him later that evening, something which filled you with nervous anticipation, but more so, giddy excitement.

You'd not actually spoken about the proposition other than setting a time and place (the Room of Requirement, of course)—rather, you'd spent your evening in much the same way as you usually would have, except now there was an almost unbearable tension between you. You were inexorably drawn towards him, and your closeness hadn’t gone unnoticed by your housemates who gave you curious glances and raised eyebrows.

"Should we go and meet Ominis?" you said, looking up at Garreth, who ceased his gentle stroking.

He nodded and swallowed thickly as you sat up, fixing your hair. It wasn't like Garreth to be so quiet, but he was completely attentive to you, following your every move. You couldn't resist biting your lower lip, his gaze falling to your mouth—he wanted you, that much was clear by the way his eyes dragged lazily back to meet yours, glittering and full of fire.

Exiting the common room through the awkwardly small hole in the wall, you walked together to the Room of Requirement situated up several flights of steep steps in the astronomy wing. Ominis was already waiting for you as you arrived, casually leaning against the wall, looking as if he was waiting for nothing more interesting than Charms class.

“Hello, you,” Garreth said, crossing the hallway to Ominis.

Ominis made a peaceful hum in his throat and smiled as he pushed off of the wall and Garreth slid a hand around his waist to greet him with a tender kiss.

“Good evening,” he greeted.

Garreth glanced at the blank wall, then back at you, waiting.

"You want me to call the room?" you asked.

"Well, you know it best. And…you know what we need."

You nodded, muttering an agreement before you started pacing the corridor, picturing the layout of the room in your mind. You needed…complete privacy, obviously. Comfort. A large bed. Soft lighting. The romantic image flooded your thoughts and the door shimmered into existence in front of you, the ornate detailing snaking through the brickwork. 

Ominis was the first to approach, with no hesitation he pushed open the door and you followed behind him, with Garreth at your heels. 

"I hope this is okay," you said, blushing furiously.

Ominis ran his hand over the plush bedspread and smiled as Garreth gazed around the large bedroom, his eyes eventually falling on Ominis' as he approached.

"Well, no time like the present, hm?" Ominis said, snaking a hand around Garreth's neck and pressing their lips together.

Garreth was caught off guard but sank into the kiss quickly, his head tilting with a soft moan, his hands pulling Ominis closer.

You'd seen them kiss before, of course, but the raw passion they displayed in front of you now was deeply arousing. Gone were the chaste kisses they exchanged in the school corridors, now their bodies pressed together with not a sliver between them. 

Ominis' hands were already busy undressing Garreth, who seemed preoccupied with messing up Ominis' hair as much as possible as they shared the deepening kiss. You weren't quite sure what to do with yourself until Ominis held out a hand towards you.

"Don't be shy, you're not just here to watch, I hope," he teased.

With a deep breath, you took his hand as Garreth watched you approach, now bare-chested and flushed. His broad shoulders and chest were smattered with hundreds of freckles just like his face, and you licked your lips as your eyes ran over him unashamedly.

Ominis guided you next to him, his delicate hand wrapping around your neck, tracing your jaw to find your moistened lips. With a smile, he leaned in to meet them with his own, kissing you gently. 

You'd not thought about what it would be like to kiss Ominis nearly as much as you'd fantasised about Garreth, but you were by no means disappointed. His lips were soft and inviting, his kisses gentle but exciting—your stomach flipped as he flicked his tongue over your lower lip, seeking entrance into your mouth.

You tilted your head and parted your lips, meeting his tongue with a soft moan as he began unbuttoning your shirt. His attention was now completely on you, apparently eager to undress you—whether for his own or Garreth's benefit, you weren't sure, and didn't much care. 

You sneaked a look over at Garreth, your lips breaking from Ominis who began attacking your neck instead as your shirt fell to the floor.

Garreth was watching you both, his breathing heavy as his fingers traced the growing bulge in his trousers. A groan snaked its way up your throat at the sight of him and he took it as an invitation. His warm hands were suddenly all over you, in your hair and gripping your waist as his lips met yours with a fierce hunger.

Ominis had made his way around behind you and was working to rid you of your underwear, his slender fingers teasing the fabric off of you. You moaned into Garreth's mouth as they slid down your legs to the floor, your throbbing erection exposed, Ominis wasting no time in reaching around to replace the shedded garment with his hand. 

Wrapping his fingers around you, he slowly tugged the base of your cock, precum leaking from your head with every firm squeeze. He dragged his thumb over your head to spread your arousal, humming against your neck all the while.

"Mmmph, you feel good," he whispered.

The relief was instantaneous as he started pumping your cock with a steady rhythm—you hadn’t realised just how tightly wound you were until Ominis had started to unravel the tension with his firm grip. 

The kisses you exchanged with Garreth grew sloppier, heated and tongue-heavy as your moans filled each other's mouths. You worked to release his straining erection from his trousers as Ominis' own hard length pressed into your behind, your hips instinctively shifting backwards to tease him.

As Garreth pulled his trousers down, his cock finally sprang free and you chanced a glance down, whimpering as you set eyes on him. His hand on your waist grabbed hungrily, his fingertips digging into you as you placed a firm grip on his length, your fingers nowhere close to touching as they wrapped around his girth. 

Your head was dizzy with desire, his cock so tantalising you wanted nothing more than to take him into your mouth to taste him.

“Mmmph, Garreth,” you moaned.

Ominis nibbled the back of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine and causing a jerk of your hand. Garreth groaned as you squeezed his length, his fingers digging painfully into your behind as you dragged your fingers down his length before starting a slow and steady rhythm that matched the one Ominis was setting.

Ominis had released his own erection from the confines of his trousers, gently thrusting against your bare behind, seeking that friction by gliding between your cheeks. You felt his sticky precum leaking onto your back, and the image made you salivate—you were so eager to find out how Ominis looked underneath those immaculate clothes.

You were drowning in pleasure from all angles, unable to take in any individual sensation. Lips and hands were on your skin, building your orgasm with almost practiced ease. Moans, gasps, sighs and groans filled the air like the swell of a beautiful chorus. The scents surrounding you; musk, tea, cinders and something distinctly sweet, mixed with sweat and arousal, created a heady and intoxicating assault on your sense of smell.

Your head fell back onto Ominis’ shoulder as you were overwhelmed, barely able to hold your weight up—your legs began to shake as you watched Garreth with hazy eyes.

Garreth's eyes flicked from you to Ominis, seemingly torn by the choice. With a lick of his lips, he leaned his torso forward and reached behind you, pulling Ominis into a deep kiss. Their faces were almost pressed against yours as you were sandwiched between their warm bodies. You whined at the sight, pumping Garreth’s cock faster in reaction.

"Hah- oh, fuck," Garreth moaned, his hips jerking into your hand.

"I think perhaps we should put Garreth out of his misery," Ominis whispered in your ear, his slender fingers continuing to work miracles on your swollen length.

His melodic voice sent a shiver down your neck as his free hand made its way behind you, gripping his erection and parting your cheeks with his head. You yelped in surprise as he grunted and spread his own warm, wet precum around your entrance.

"Hm, naughty boy," he teased. "Do you want Garreth's cock inside you?"

"Yes, yes. More than anything."

"Pay attention to him."

Your eyes lazily fell back on Garreth who was watching you with parted lips and an intense gaze as he closed the distance between your faces, pressing his lips to yours. Oh, his lips. So soft and inviting and everything you'd hoped for. Your heart fluttered as he drew your lower lip into his mouth, sucking gently.

Ominis had found his wand and you heard him muttering an incantation behind your back. His fingers once again slid between your cheeks, this time warm and sopping wet as they circled your tight hole. With slight pressure, a digit pressed inside you as Ominis resumed the gentle kisses on your neck, willing you to relax.

You let out a sigh and Ominis slowly slid another finger inside as his cock twitched against your behind. Your hand almost faltered, jerking slightly and causing Garreth to moan into your mouth, his hand flying to the back of your neck to grip you tightly.

Ominis' fingers pressed inside you, stretching, curling and teasing until you were limp and gasping for more. You'd thought it was an internal thought but apparently you really had been begging, out loud.

"I think he's ready for you, my love," Ominis said, chuckling.

Garreth had already shed the remainder of his clothes and fallen back onto the bed, frantically scrambling into the centre.

"Come here, I need to feel you."

You stared at him as he waited for you, your mouth agape. His skin was flushed, chest heaving and cock twitching with desire. This is what you'd thought about for so long, wasn't it? Granted, it hadn't involved Ominis but you absolutely weren't complaining about the addition of the assertive blond Slytherin.

Ominis sensed your…was it trepidation?...and gently felt for your arm, running his fingers down to clasp your fingers together. He gently led you to the bed and sat on the edge as you climbed onto the mattress and across to Garreth's waiting lap.

"Turn around, on your hands and knees," Ominis said quietly. "Trust me."

Garreth gave a low moan as you obeyed the command and knelt in front of him, facing away from his face with a slight longing regret. You peered back at him as he chewed his lip and stared shamelessly at your exposed behind. His hand roamed your hips as he pushed you gently forward, gripping his stiff and dripping erection.

His head parted your cheeks as you shuddered before he rested at your entrance. Garreth kept his eyes on you, watching for your reaction as he slowly pressed his swollen head into you, a moan leaving your lips as he stretched you so satisfyingly. The groan that fell from his mouth was one of sweet relief as you took his length slowly, inch by inch, until you were sat flush against his skin.

You gave Garreth a small nod and he gripped your hips as he began a slow rhythm. The angle was fantastic, perfect, hitting you just right and drawing soft moans of ecstasy from your mouth with every thrust of his hips.

You’d thought your attention would be focused solely on Garreth, but Ominis was making it very difficult not to divert your lustful gaze. He'd finished undressing, discarding his creased shirt and tie to the floor, and you could just now appreciate his slender form. 

Your eyes drifted over the beauty marks that flecked his chest, following the fine blond hair down to his navel, landing on his lengthy manhood, standing proud and glistening with arousal. Ignoring his twitching erection, Ominis made his way to your side, feeling his way along the bed and trailing warm fingers up your body as you inhaled sharply at his touch.

Your fingers gripped the bed sheets and you whined as Garreth began picking up the pace, pulling you back just that little bit harder at the bottom. Ominis' cock was almost level with your head, and you reached out with one hand to grasp him, almost falling off balance.

Ominis chuckled at your eagerness, instead sitting on the bed and shifting towards you until your mouth hovered over his cock. Lowering yourself into your elbows, Garreth groaned at the new angle as you kissed Ominis' length, working your way down to his tight balls.

You were practically drooling, kissing and lapping at his sac as he inhaled sharply, his cock twitching eagerly. His slender fingers ran through your hair, tugging you off of him with a whine.

"Tell me how good he feels," he said.

"He feels incredible, fuck, he's so big."

Ominis chuckled knowingly in response.

"I knew he'd like you this way." He whispered. "I thought he'd enjoy watching his cock impaling you."

Your face burned and head dizzied at Ominis' sultry voice uttering such sinful words. You hadn't expected him to be so teasing, so assertive, so…well, Slytherin.  You'd always seen the calm, composed and sweet side of him, despite his sharp tongue and witty banter. This was a side you certainly hadn't expected in the bedchamber, but you were absolutely enthralled.

You looked back at Garreth, who was doing exactly as Ominis had suggested, completely entranced watching his length slide inside you.

"Mmmph-ah, yes, yes," Garreth muttered as you gave your hips a teasing wiggle.

Garreth gave your behind a hard smack and you yelped, your skin stinging, only further spurring him on. He picked up the pace, slamming into your behind harder and harder until you were groaning so loudly you could no longer hear the slapping of your skin. 

"Uhh-mmm, you feel so good."

With renewed vigour, he gripped your waist hard, holding you in place whilst his hips bucked, fucking you mercilessly with lustful growls—you only managed to keep your balance as you leaned on top of Ominis, your body almost limp and full to the brim with sheer euphoria.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you reached your climax, pleasure rippling through your entire body, from your feet all the way to your dizzying head. Your cock dribbled with every undulating wave as they washed over you, whilst your face pressed into Ominis’ hip, giving you a glorious view of his manhood.

Garreth was muttering expletives behind you as he continued to thrust into you, the spasms around your entrance gripping his length hard.

“Mmmmph, fuck, I’m going to c-come…,” he groaned.

You peered back at his breathless and dishevelled form, his copper hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. He met your eyes for just a second before they scrunched shut and he tensed, legs shaking, and you felt his cock twitch and explode inside you.

His forceful orgasm filled you as he collapsed onto your back, wrapping an arm around you to grip your neglected length as he slowed his thrusts. With a few rough tugs, you shot the last of your seed all over the bed sheets, making an unholy mess beneath you. 

Ominis’ hands were still tangled in your hair, stroking and pulling as he waited patiently for you both to recover. Your mind was hazy, having just experienced the most mind-boggling orgasm of your life, but you were brought out of your reverie when Garreth pulled himself out of you with a groan, collapsing back on the bed.

You peered up at Ominis, tentatively lifting yourself up on shaking arms. Feeling your hot breath on his face, Ominis tugged your hair to pull your face towards him, his tongue delving into your mouth as you struggled for breath. The cacophony was exhilarating as your ears filled with the wet slaps of his hand pumping his cock amongst Garreth's breathless gasps and your muffled moans. 

You were exhausted but absolutely captivated watching Ominis—the usually so composed Slytherin now writhing with pent-up arousal as he tugged at his length. His pale skin was flushed across his cheeks and chest, his lips pink and deliciously swollen from the kisses you'd exchanged. 

"You want to, don't you? The way you're looking at him…" Garreth whispered in your ear, breaking you out of your haze.

"Yes," you sighed.

You let out a whimper as Ominis' cock twitched and he smirked, holding out a hand for you. Your mouth was on his hard length in seconds, soft moans filling the room as you licked and lapped at his head.

He tasted divine. You took more of him in your mouth, your tongue gliding over the vein that ran along the underside of his shaft. With each bob of your head you took him in further, suctioning your cheeks to create the mind–altering pressure that made him growl and grip your hair hard.

You could have stayed worshipping his manhood for hours, teasing and exploring every inch and angle as you pleased, but he was already close judging by his breathless moans and twitching hips.

"More, please, just like that…," Ominis gasped.

You continued your rhythm as Ominis tensed underneath you, his hand now painfully gripping your hair and drawing a whine from deep in your throat. The sound seemed to push him over the edge and he met his release with a loud groan and thrust of his hips.

His cock hit the back of your mouth as he finished, strings of hot cum filling your cheeks and shooting down your throat as you gagged and gasped, tears streaming down your face. Despite the unexpected attack on your reflex, you were feeling immensely satisfied as you gazed up at Ominis' heaving chest and burning face.

The last of his release met your tongue with a gentle squeeze at the base of his shaft, your tongue dragging over his sensitive head. He shuddered and finally released your hair, your scalp left sore and hair a complete mess.

Your heart pounded as you finally retreated, wiping the mess from your lips as delicately as possible with a swipe of your thumb. Exhaustion had well and truly hit you, your heart pounding and head swimming as you collapsed onto the bed next to Ominis.

Garreth fell beside you, all three of you breathing heavily. Draping your leg over him, you snaked your hand around his waist and rested your head on his burning chest, slick with sweat as Ominis hummed contentedly and pressed himself into your back. He draped his arm over both of you, his fingers stroking circles on Garreth's stomach.

"You were fantastic," Ominis muttered in your ear, planting soft kisses on the back of your neck.

"You were," Garreth agreed, pressing his lips to your damp forehead.

"I'm not sure what my expectations were but I think that surpassed even my wildest ones," you said with a grin.

"I…wish we could do that again," Garreth murmured.

"Can we not? I, for one, thoroughly enjoyed myself," Ominis replied.

You let the question hang in the air as you lay entwined together in the post-sex haze with drunken smiles on your faces, exchanging kisses until you were too tired to keep your eyes open. With deep sighs, you fell asleep one by one, each wondering if this was the start of something much more permanent than either of you had expected.

[noahwritesthis]

Hogwarts Legacy Boys react to you getting into a muggle fight

{The characters are 20 years old, MDI and FDI because these are for the gays, and nonbinary.}

Sebastian Sallow [Gryffindor]

"Who does this to you?" You hold the bridge of your nose as Sebastian brings you to the Hospital Wing.

"A boy was getting too cocky to Poppy Sweating, which I can't stand there and watch unfold." You said with a smile which Sebastian couldn't help but smile.

"This is why I love you, my lion."

Ominis Gaunt [Hufflepuff]

"Merlin's beard, you shouldn't do that." You giggled a bit as Ominis held your face while dabbing the wounds. Ominis can be a precious baby.

"But Ominis, one of the Ravenclaw students was getting under my skin when they said that I shouldn't be near you." Ominis stop when you put your hand on his. He can't lose you, you're his significant other

"You're too precious to me, I love you my rose."

Garreth Weasley [Ravenclaw]

"Can you two stop fighting ?!" Garreth looks up from his book of potions and sees you with a cut over your eyebrow. He rushes in to help you to patch up your eyebrow in one of the empty rooms.

"One of the Ravenclaw students told me that I'm dating a Weasley but I don't mind but they said that you have bad luck or something." Garreth halts his movement and gently holds your face, kissing your nose.

"You don't have but for now, you're getting patched up by your lovely boyfriend."

Amit Thakkar [Slytherin]

"You shouldn't be near the fight; you're getting yourself hurt," Amit said as he dragged you to the Hospital Wing. He needs to ask the nurse for help.

"Amit, wait. You don't know what Slytherin's students said about you; I can't watch as they talk badly about you. You know that I have to protect you from them." You stop, pull Amit, and hug him.

"Just be careful, okay?"

[da-floof]

Cross wands-a generically titled comedy/somewhat creepy Hogwarts legacy romance.

AUTHOR NOTE:

First off I don’t own the Harry Potter series this is merely fan work and I don’t own Hogwarts legacy as a franchise OR AS A GAME. No I don’t own the game, no one makes money off of me writing anything so don’t @ me complaining.

“No…”

The pearlescent sheen of Amortentia shudders with your own shaking view, your hands gripping the desk become sweaty.

“No, it can’t be…” you desperately bargain against fate, despite knowing the cards are already well in place.

They’ve been so for many months.

However only now can you admit it.

Your shaking gets worse, you swallow loudly, glancing over at one of the large glass containers-only to see Sebastian standing right behind you in the reflection, silent but clearly unnerved by your flustered demeanour. After all, you can’t remember a time when you felt so powerless, a time when a single emotion had you pressed like a pin into a cork board.

“Hey…you ok?” Sebastian asks after he realises that your looking at him via the reflection.

You merely lower your head and let out a shuddering breath.

No, no I am not.

Sebastian starts to speak, no doubt some useless ‘I’ve got your back buddy, lets talk about it while I teach you illegal curses.’ Spiel.

Pathetic.

How can you even think about such frivolous time wasting when he needs you.

Luckily the moment Sebastian begins to talk, Professor Sharps voice cuts through the room announcing the end of class.

You make a large arcing wand movement, so utterly dramatic that it does the intended job and scares Sebastian back several feet as your potions equipment flings round you in a deterring makeshift shield before shrinking down as it dives back into your bag. With Sebastian stunned you take your chance and leave.

—————————————

“Hey-Hey wait!”

But you won’t.

Sebastian continues to call as you shove through the crowd without mercy.

Imelda squawks as she’s shouldered into the wall, Natty is shoved forward and crashes into Garreth who is almost backhanded out the way when he stops to turn and see what’s happened.

The path clear, you run.

He needs you.

——————————————

Sebastian had gotten through the crowd and was back on your tail.

You aren’t sure how but one thing is for certain, he will not stop you, he is merely the hopeful dog that must be lost as it attempts to follow a stranger for food.

Luckily your galavanting into cave systems and following the keepers trails has kept you very fit, fit enough that you turn sharply at a corridor and make a beeline up to the Astronomy tower.

——————————————————————

Your breaths are becoming ragged.

You knew the steps to the Astronomy tower, had done them several times.

But you’d never flat out run up them.

It doesn’t matter, you’re nearly there, the blue and gold theming coming into view as you round the top of the final staircase, almost dizzy from following the spiralling staircase for so long.

You dart past the classroom, a place you’d usually love to stop and marvel at but not today.

Proffesor Shah barely has time to look up from her desk before your passed her and continuing up the last set of rickety wooden stairs. The wooden slats are passing you by so fast, you feel like you’re ur about to faint-

No, I must get to him!

Finally you reach the Astronomy deck, almost tripping over yourself as the vertical stairs become flat wood. You stagger to the side, letting out a donkey like wheeze before dragging your exhausted body to the railing separating you from a perilous drop. Wincing at your screaming thighs you shakily get both feet on the top railing, strangely well balanced despite the the narrow metal ledge. For a minute you stop to catch your breath, appreciate the wind blowing against your non-standard uniform, tousling your hair.

The view, it’s fantastic, he would love it.

“For fucks sake man will you stop!” You startle, almost losing your balance before unsteadily turning round to face an exhausted Sebastian as he shakily climbs the last few stairs, one hand grasping at a stitch in his abdomen the other pulling himself up on the railing like it’s the hardest thing he’s ever had to do.

“Please!” He begs, pink faced, drool dripping from his mouth as he openly pants like an energised dog.

Gross.

Well, kind of hot but the only one you want to see drooling is still a fair distance away.

“What in Merlin’s name is going on up-oh my heavens!” Proffesor Shah shrieks as she almost trips back down the stairs she’s hurried up, seeing you standing on the ledge.

Before the Indian women can gather herself, you fling out your hands and fall back, letting gravity drag you down.

“Noooo!!” Sebastian wails in heartbreaking despair, his single word ending a sob while Professor Shah lets out her own agonised cry at seeing a student fling themself off the Astronomy tower.

You close your eyes as you drop, knowing that despite the pain they will undoubtedly recover.

Especially since you whip out you broom and mount it in one fluid motion, returning high enough for both others to see you as you speed towards your destination.

Realising what you’ve done, Sebastian let’s out a furious, horse bellow of ‘YOU LITTLE CUNT!!’ While Professor Shah sounds like she’s having a heart attack from your sudden re-emergence.

You swing off your broom as soon as you reach the front entrance to the clock tower and immediately regret stalling for so long as a practise round of crossed wands has started. It seems several students from potions had come straight here. Natty and Eric are duelling Hector and Charlotte.

With a furious cry you storm in, drawing all attention before sending a Depulso that sends Charlotte flying across the room, Levioso Hector straight up into the swinging pendulum with a reverberating clang. You sprint at Eric who’s face screws up in terror before morphing to pain as you drive your fist across his face then shoulder him into Natty sending the girl falling with a shriek.

There!-finally he’s right in front of you!

You can’t help but let out a low raspy gasp as you stagger towards him.

He’s frozen in either confusion or fear and oh god he smells like smoke, the resulting smoke of magic crashing into brick and stone mixed with leather from the quidditch gear he wears when flying.

And rubber from that damn rubber ball he bounces with such skill it-oh Merlin his confidence is so hot.

“…Can I help you.” He finally manages to squeak out, rubber ball rolling across the floor while he stares paralysed at you.

You’re rather paralysed yourself. The clean pale face, curly black hair, kind brown eyes-he’s so damn cute.

“I-I know your still setting up the next round of crossed wands but…I’d like to suggest a matchup?” You manage to say, stumbling over your words as you gaze into those deep eyes.

He nods dumbly, soft lips parted.

Cute.

Swallowing your fear you step towards him, you tower over him by nearly an entire foot but he isn’t scared, house of the brave and it suits him. Slowly you raise your hand and clasp his smaller one in it.

“I was thinking…me and you? Maybe at Hogsmeade sometime?” You say, desperately trying not to let your voice shake.

There’s a brief moment as he glances at your combined hands before he slowly closes his fingers around yours. Then he smiles at you.

“I’d like that.” He says softly.

Slowly, with small movements your heads come together until you’re inches away from a kiss-

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?!?”

Unfortunately your tender moment with Lucan distracted you from hearing Sebastian catch up with you once more and you turn around straight into a stupefy.

You get a weeks detention. Sebastian ends up with a total of four weeks. A week for every time he attacks you in the hallways over the following week. However it isn’t the only thing that happens continually that week.

Natty ‘accidentally’ uses her Animagus form and slams her back hooves into you with enough force to send you into the black lake While your standing on the boardwalk. Imelda curses your broom. Charlotte jinx’s you in charms, Hector sends you dirty looks and Garreth tries to poison you but stops at the last minute before you drink your ‘pumpkin juice’ because you comment that you like his hair.

He says he thinks what you did was mean through his sobs but is willing to forgive you because he’s never received such validation.

Sad.

Regardless, as you stare into Lucans warm brown eyes while you share a smoothie in a little cafe in Hogsmeade, you think it was worth it.

Of course you can’t go much further then a snog because Professor Weasley kindly informed you that ‘He’s twelve and if it goes further then kissing I’ll rip your balls off and feed them to the Kneazles’ all while managing that gentle smile of hers.

But hey, you’ve promised him at some point you’ll cross wands.

[kingofvipers]

Hogwarts Legacy Masterlist

Sebastian

Ominis

Garreth

[theladyofshalott1989]

🏳️‍🌈 Queer Hogwarts: Legacy Fanfic Masterlist

Hogwarts: Legacy fans, whether you be a creative yourself or a content consumer, send me your queer content and recs! I will update this list regularly. LGBTQIA+ inclusive Guidelines for Submission: - The main pairing should be on the LGBTQIA+ Spectrum - If the main pairing isn't queer, then the author should be - Self-recs are welcome and strongly encouraged! - Please include the author's username, a link to the fic or series, any pertinent categories, and specify any possible triggers and/or warnings (same as you would do for AO3). Note: I will do my best to double-check for triggers and warnings as well.

List of fics after the cut:

Sebastian Sallow x Male MC (m/m) fics:

Angst, happy ending, post-canon, multi-chapter, Transmasc main character x Sebastian Sallow, werewolves as queer allegory, trans and gay author (@heyitszev on Tumblr):

✪ To be Loved is to be Changed series by Unreliablenarrator on AO3

The events of Hogwarts: Legacy through post-canon, multi-chapter, Sebastian Sallow POV, bisexual Sebastian Sallow, friends to lovers, banter, relic possession, Ravenclaw Male main character x Sebastian Sallow, bi author (@theladyofshalott1989 on Tumblr) *Content warnings: The second multi-chapter fic ("Burning Bright") is underage explicit.

✪ The Like Moths to a Flame Series by TheLadyofShalott1989 on AO3

Coming of age, post-canon, multi-chapter, Multiracial Slytherin Male main character x Sebastian Sallow (@dom1re on Tumblr):

✪ The Keepers by domire on AO3

Imelda Reyes x Nerida Roberts (f/f) fics:

Fluffy romance, broken friendship, found love, love confessions, first kiss, one-shot (@amberlide on Tumblr):

✪ Reflection by Amberlide on AO3

Imelda Reyes x Female MC (f/f) fics:

Romantic gesture, Quidditch team spirit, banter, post-canon, one-shot, Gryffindor Female main character x Imelda Reyes (@ellivenollivander on Tumblr) *Content warnings: Explicit:

✪ My Colours by Ellivenollivander on AO3

Mirabel Garlick x Female OC (f/f) fics:

Muggle/witch relationship, fluff, introspection, declaration of love, one-shot (@libellule-ao3 on Tumblr) *Content warnings: Mature rating, implied sexual content:

✪ Late Bloom by Libellule_Sulfureuse on AO3

Natsai Onai x Female OC (f/f) fics:

Established relationship, fluff, introspection, one-shot, werewolf Female OC (@boxdstars on Tumblr) *Content warnings: Nondescript gore mentioned in passing:

✪ Cold Mornings by boxdstars on Tumblr

Poppy Sweeting x Female MC (f/f) fics:

Developing relationship, post-canon, multi-chapter, Slytherin Female main character x Poppy Sweeting (@celestial--sapphic on Tumblr):

✪ Kiss me (like you wanna be loved) by Celestial__sapphic on AO3

Friends to lovers, idiots in love, slow-burn, post-canon, multi-chapter, Hufflepuff Female main character x Poppy Sweeting (@espressoristretto-patronum on Tumblr):

✪ To me, she is the sun by espressoristrettopatronum on AO3

Poppy Sweeting x Female Reader (f/f) fics:

Friends to lovers, fluff, minor queer angst, post-canon, one-shot, second-person POV (@crushribbons on Tumblr) *Content warnings: Explicit:

✪ honeysuckle by crushribbons on Tumblr

Prewlow (Leander Prewett x Sebastian Sallow) (m/m) fics:

Trans male character, bi male characters, friends to lovers, Leander Prewett x Sebastian Sallow (@rypnami on Tumblr) *Content warnings: Implied/mild transphobia:

✪ more than anything by starryflight on AO3

Sebinis (Sebastian Sallow x Ominis Gaunt) (m/m) fics:

Pining, banter, chess, post-canon, one-shot, Ominis Gaunt x Sebastian Sallow (@the-invisibility-bloke, @kis0_0kis on Tumblr) *Content warnings: Explicit:

✪ The Last Gambit, written by the_invisibility_bloke, illustrated by kis0_0kis on AO3

Garreth Weasley x Male MC (m/m) fics:

Multiple Player Characters, Canon divergence, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Slow-burn, Mutual Pining (@saibugslegacy on Tumblr)

✪ A Mourning Warning, written by saibugfics on AO3

Bisexual Garreth Weasley, POV Garreth Weasley, Fluff and Smut, Gay Sex, Loss of Virginity, Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Dark Garreth Weasley (@pheexblack on Tumblr) *Content warnings: Explicit

✪ Snake in the Lion's Den, written by PheexBlack (Shanza_Bonanza) &  OmbeodBlack on AO3

Poly fics:

Modern Day AU, F/M/M, one-shot, smut, Female MC x Sebastian Sallow x Garreth Weasley (@pheexblack on Tumblr) *Content warnings: Explicit:

✪ Dare-aoke Night by Shanza_Bonanza on AO3

Morally gray MC, post-canon, dark content, Anne & Solomon bashing, dubious happy ending, multi-chapter, Sebastian Sallow x Ominis Gaunt x Gender Neutral MC *Content warnings: Explicit:

✪ Everybody Wants To Rule THEIR World by Jazlyn_Riddle on AO3

Multi-ship fics:

Fix-it, found family, multi-chapter, Sebastian Sallow x Ominis Gaunt, Anne Sallow x Female main character, eventual Anne Sallow x Female MC x Poppy Sweeting (@gothic-lottie on Tumblr) *Content warnings: Major and minor character death:

✪ The Tales of Isobel Morgana series by Gothic_Lottie on AO3

AroAce fics:

Trans Male main character, adoption, coming out (@endeavour12345 on Tumblr):

✪ First Encounters by Endeavour12345 on AO3

Let's goooooooooo! Send me ALL THE QUEER CONTENT (please and thank you) <3333333

Also, authors, if you see your content here and are not happy with how it is categorized, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE reach out to me and I will happily change anything and everything (even remove you from the list if you don't want to be on it!). THANK YOU, LOVELIES. You are loved and appreciated <333333 I should also note I've never done a masterlist before, so please bear with me as I'm learning. Phew. 😅😅😅

[hannahlikeso741]

Overdue Masterlist

Whelp, it is about time I did this as it is clear as day my written works are being scattered across Tumblr and A03 so here is a clear record. Holy Crap I did a lot for the Hogwarts Legacy Fandom.

Hogwarts Legacy Fic List

SFW

Series

Sins of Our Parents (Ongoing, SFW for now) (Sebastian X Aurelia Gray with past Garreth X Aurelia. Also featuring OC X OC)

Summary: The year is 1920 where rules are starting to change and a new generation of students have taken over Hogwarts from their parents that came before.

Meet Arielle Sallow, the youngest daughter of Sebastian Sallow and Aurelia Gray (F!MC) and Henry Weasley, the youngest son of Garreth Weasley who is now the Potions Professor at Hogwarts. Forming an unlikely friendship, their world turned upside down when Arielle's parents come on board to teach at Hogwarts on their 6th year. An uneasy tension follows that prompts Arielle and Henry to find out what happened during their parent's time at Hogwarts.

Will the truth be darker than expected? If so, will their friendship survive?

Oneshots :

Prove yourself to me (Sebastian/Reader, being dates at a ball)

Summary: To cheer up the mood after exams, Hogwarts have decided that hosting a ball is a good thing. (This fic is an excuse to write about Victorian balls and feeling the same but never admitting it.)

Confessing in the Undercroft (Sebastian X Theadora, my continuation of @solemn-marauders 's Patronus story)

Summary: Thea finally understood what Patronuses mean . She needs to find Sebastian quick.

Poems:

She wears Honeydukes on her skin (Sebastian X Anna Moon, For @silverxstardust) A Gaunt is never Worthy of Love (Unrequited Ominis/Reader, For @emptycauldron)

HL Character Reactions:

HL Boys Smelling Female MC's Perfume - Part 1, Part 2 HL Girls Smelling Male MC's Perfume- Part 1, Part 2 HL Boys wedding Vows to GN!MC One Song to my Desire (HL Boys and their desire to Female MC, with Song list) Poems from A Secret Lover ( HL Boys being MC's secret lover)

AI Audio Scripts :

Sebastian smells Anna in his Amortentia (For @silverxstardust) - Link here Proposal scene from Drag me to Despair (Created by @pandanscafanfiction) - Link here

NSFW

Series:

Drag Me To Despair (Sebastian X My fem!MC, Aurelia Gray. Sebastian X Poppy and Garreth X My fem!MC) (Complete)

Summary: For Sebastian, meeting the new 5th year Slytherin girl, Aurelia Gray has been nothing short of eventful. But since using Dark Magic, he has been fighting those little whispers that creep in his sleep.

Now entering 6th year and they enter adulthood, He sees Aurelia in a way he cannot describe. With the gossip that surrounds Hogwarts, how will Sebastian keep his secrets? And who really is Aurelia Gray, and why is she so willing to follow him?

(Warning : Contains spoilers, BDSM and smut with underage teens)

Old Wounds Hurt (Durmstrang Sebastian X Female Slytherin Reader) (Complete)

Summary : After what happened to you during your 5th year, Sebastian only left a note saying he wasn't coming back to Hogwarts. After you thought you got over him, a tournament of dueling and Quidditch will be held between Hogwarts and the Durmstrang Institute students on your 7th year. But the new, top student of Durmstrang is beginning to open wounds you thought were healing. 

(Warning: Contains Smut between 18 year olds)

Oneshots:

We Only Have Each Other (Sebastian X Female Hufflepuff OC, Marie)

Summary: A request for a bloodpact between Fem MC and Sebastian, both turning dark.

(Warning : Contains Smut and blood)

Public Smut - (Garreth x Female MC)

Summary: Inspired by @greedyforgarreth 's public sex prompt. Title sells itself.

Poems:

Tell me I'm Wrong- Sebastian X Female MC (For @silverxstardust)

Summary : Female MC isn't satisfied with her current partner, and keeps turning to Sebastian. Written in Sebastian's POV.

(Warning: Contains swearing and mentions of smut.)

AI Audio Scripts :

Female MC giving a lapdance to Sebastian (For @silverxstardust) Christmas in Feldcroft, a section from Drag me to despair. (Created by @pandanscafanfiction)

[philliam-writes]

on that tree i'll carve our names (01)

pairing: Ominis Gaunt x fem! Hufflepuff Reader; Sebastian Sallow x Male MC

Synopsis: You have never believed or trusted in Prophecy, not with the way you were brought up. Paying attention to Prophecy is like tossing real diamonds in the air mixed with shards of broken glass. The grab is rarely worth the injury. But when the new fifth year arrives, so do trouble and mischief, and you're inadvertently thrust into adventures and secrets too grand to deal with by yourself. Yet with hardships come friendships, and while you learn to trust the new student with your life, you're less keen on trusting the cunning Sallow boy or the quiet Gaunt heir. Still waters run deep, as they say, and you can't shake off the feeling something dark hides at the bottom of those white-veiled unseeing eyes.

content: canon divergence, fighting prophecy, enemies to friends, reluctant soulmates, platonic soulmates, slow burn, basically HL but Reader isn't MC, angst, hurt and comfort, Sebastian and Reader can't stand each other (until much later), they're all mean, because they're starving for love, will love and kill for each other, dark(ish) ominis, satisfying female rage, also Quidditch because screw Black

notes: [02]

words: 5.9k

a/n: this is so self-indulgent, i don't even know if i'll keep this up. but right now i need to get this out of my system, so here is tragic platonic soulmates with delicious slow burn for borth of them and my favourite slytherin boys. hope you enjoy!

01: hawthorn makes the heart burn

The new student has been at Hogwarts for only a week, and already you cannot stand him.

It’s got nothing to do with the fact that he is a Slytherin. You have never been a fan of the sorting system, because even if it is partly at fault for sticking kids into boxes and teaching them to think in categories, the students surely don’t make it better living by these stereotypes. Not all Slytherins are bad people, just like not all Gryffindors are brave; not every Ravenclaw is a genius, and not every Hufflepuff is a saint, e.g.: You.

“You’re joking! Three Sickles and fifteen Knuts for a Pocket Sneakscope? That’s way too expensive!”

Lifting your eyes from the list of gadgets you need to buy on your next trip to Hogsmeade, you raise an eyebrow at the second-year Ravenclaw boy. He’s taller than most of his fellow housemates, shows signs of a long, hawkish nose and has pimples scattered on his cheeks like a Leaping Toadstool Cap. You can’t really remember his name. Freddy or Fred or August, maybe.

This early in the morning before classes start, the air is especially thick with the smell of late-summer: sweet buddleia in full bloom, the rich green leaves of trees as they sway gently in the wind. Mist hangs low in the valley and over the Great Lake, a milky curtain hiding its resident gently poking long tentacles into the warm sun. The castle is only slowly waking up after a short night—the last grace of long summer days approaching their end as October draws closer.

A beautiful landscape you can hardly enjoy with the second-year’s whiny voice buzzing around your head like an annoying mosquito.

“Look, you wanted a Pocket Sneakscope, I got it for you,” you say and unhitch yourself from the cool stone pillar, one of many holding up the roof of the Viaduct Courtyard’s passageway. “It’s not my fault the underground path is infested with spiders.”

Damned Weasley could have warned you though. You have been using the secret passage under the humpbacked, one-eyed witch leading to the cellar of Honeydukes since your second year when you spied Garreth Weasley sneak through it, and since then you both agreed on staying out of each other’s way as long as nobody rats out the secret passageway to the faculty. He gets to obtain whatever he needs for his weird concoctions, and you get to continue your little business of providing first and second years whatever they want from Hogsmeade since they can’t go themselves yet—all for a certain price. It makes trips to Hogsmeade easier when you can’t use your broom, though the occasional acid spit launched your way is less favourable than the breathtaking view of Hogwarts towering majestically as the sun sets, throwing the whole castle in stark, black contrast against the warm, orange sky.

“Unless you want someone else to get you stuff from Hogsmeade,” you continue with a shrug. “Good luck finding them though.” You move to put the Sneakscope back into your pocket, barely managing to keep on a neutral expression when Freddy or Fred or August, maybe, gasps as though you have reached into the Ravenclaw’s house point hourglass, grabbed a handful sapphires and chucked them at the Headmaster.

“It’s just—it’s just a whole Sickle more than I can spend this month!” he protests, but judging by the quiver of his voice he’ll eat out of your hand in no time.

You give your brightest smile. “Not my problem.”

The Ravenclaw-boy fumes, but when you hold out your hand, he slaps the coins into your open palm, his pale face blotched red with fury.

“Pleasure doing business with you.” You hand over his Pocket Sneakscope and watch him stamp off towards the double doors leading inside the entrance hall. He stops with a small, pale hand on the bronze doorknob, turns around as by his touch alone the doors squeal open with the magic that recognises students entering. “You are the worst Hufflepuff at this school!” he shouts and quickly dashes inside.

You don’t know why he felt the need to point it out. It’s not as though people don’t know who you are: the Hufflepuff who burnt down the left greenhouse in her second year when trying Incendio after agreeing to a bet; the Hufflepuff who broke a Ravenclaw’s nose because said Ravenclaw accused her of cheating in Defence Against the Dark Arts; the Hufflepuff who smoked Silverweed in a corner under the Great Staircase in her third year to see if it would yield any relaxing effects; the Hufflepuff who actually cheated on her very first exam in History of Magic—all in all the Hufflepuff who really should have been sorted into Slytherin on her first day, according to everybody else. Except the Slytherins have no love left for you because you wear yellow.

It is a wonder you have not been expelled yet, surely to do with the fact that despite it all, one student outshines your delinquent record. Your grades are passable, neither at the very top nor bottom, though you do have a knack for quickly learning spells and charms. What keeps you in somewhat good grace is being the Beater for the Hufflepuff Quidditch team—and what a Beater you are: ruthless and quick with strong arms. Maybe not as fast as Slytherin’s Captain on a broom, but you feel comfortable enough up in the air. All your problems seem so much smaller when you soar through the sky. Speaking of Quidditch, a Gryffindor second-year asked you to get a fake Snitch to practice for the team’s try-outs. Hopefully the Spintwitches Sporting Needs opens within in the next week; you’re in need of a new broomstick servicing kit, preferably before practice starts.

You move towards the Great Hall before they clear out breakfast. You did ask Javi to save up some Pumpkin Pastries for you, but he’s been in a foul mood since yesterday because Peeves destroyed a bust in the Astronomy Tower and he had to take the brunt of it. But while you’re crossing the courtyard, you notice a shadow standing under a wide archway, tall and sinewy, though body shapes are usually hard to guess under the loose, floaty school robes. Yet you know that despite looking lanky, this boy is nimble and quick, and his presence is utterly unappreciated—that is how the circle closes; the reason why you can’t stand him.

Even from this distance, you can make out Callum St. Jude’s pale grey eyes—they stand stark against his unruly map of ink-black hair. Paired with skin pale as moonlight, he looks like one of Hogwarts’s residual ghosts.

You feel your face turn into a scowl. It seems that no matter where you are these days, he is lurking nearby. At first you thought he was spying on you to check out the competition for tonight’s Crossing Wands duel. It is the finale after all. But when you had confronted him about it, catching him on his way down to the Slytherin dungeons in the Grand Staircase after your shared Charms class, he had considered you with a blank expression. “Who are you?” he’d asked, looking down at you from a few steps above.

Behind him, trailing him like a shadow since day one, Sebastian Sallow had sniggered. “Seems like you already have admirers,” he’d said with his insufferable haughty voice. “Though that Hufflepuff is more trouble than she’s worth.”

You were about to show him trouble, face hot with shame, when Javi hauled you up, hands under your armpits, and carried you away as if you were a sack of potatoes. “You can’t get detention now, it’s still the first week,” Javi had said mildly.

At least it would have been worth it. It would have been so satisfying to blast that cocky grin off Sallow’s face, to silence St. Jude’s little mocking huff. You firmly believe St. Jude is suffering from the worst ailment to date: Main Character Syndrome.

The symptoms have been evident since his first day: joining Hogwarts as a fifth-year, arriving late to the Sorting Ceremony due to a dragon attack, besting Sallow on his first Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson (though you can hardly criticise him knocking Sallow down a peg) and mastering every new spell and charm as though it is as easy as breathing. Just last week, he fought off a grown troll and defended Hogsmeade, and now the whole school doesn’t shut up about it.

It is with eager anticipation that you await tonight’s Crossed Wands’s finale. Your fingers practically itch to draw your wand and Flipendo him just to juggle him around a little and wipe that blank expression off his face. He is beautiful, you hate to admit, feeling a sour taste in the back of your throat, but he’s using that face in all the wrong ways. He has the sort of face they’d probably frame in a museum, the kind that’s unbelievably pretty, but unattainable.

“Preying upon second years this early?” St. Jude tuts. “It seems there really is no rest for the wicked.”

“Looks as though I am already punished for it,” you grumble. “Otherwise I wouldn’t have to deal with you.”

St. Jude cocks his head to the side, looking thoughtful. “Interesting way to talk to someone you fancy.”

“I do not,” you press out between gritted teeth, shouldering past him as he steps into the entrance hall first, “fancy you.” You hope the Thunderbrew potion will be the first you’ll learn in Potions class. Watching St. Jude getting struck by lightning would lighten your mood considerably.

“For someone who pretends not to be interested in me,” he continues, ignoring you, “I see you around an awful lot.”

You consider tripping him as you two ascend the stairs. “Yes, that seems to be the very problem.”

“Won’t make me take it easy on you tonight though.” Since he is nowhere near a gentleman, he doesn’t hold the door open for you and it almost slams in your face. “I always duel to win.”

“I hope you don’t mind spending the next couple of days in the hospital wing.” You bump into his shoulder, hard, when you finally enter the Great Hall and immediately aim for the Hufflepuff table to the far right of the hall without another glance at him.

The hall is buzzing with students, the air filled with the tasty smell of crispy bacon, grilled leak, slightly burnt toast with melting butter on top. It isn’t as crowded as at lunch or dinner time—most students tend to skip breakfast to either sleep in after a long study night or use the hour before classes to finish assignments and homework.

The ceiling shows a clear blue sky with thin clouds drifting past lazily. You slide in the free seat next to your fellow Beater near the front of the table. Javier García is shoving scrambled eggs into his mouth, his bright brown eyes fixed on the Daily Prophet. In your first year, you didn’t pay much attention to him. If you look up Hufflepuff Student in any dictionary, it will show Javi’s face—a hard-working, loyal individual that always reminds you of a golden retriever until he steps on the field and turns into a pit bull from a fighting ring. Every summer he returns to his muggle family where he helps tending to the crops and fields, evident in his arms the size of tree trunks used to heavy lifting. Perfect for hitting Bludgers at opponents and slamming them off their brooms.

You pour yourself coffee and begin spooning slabs of apple-cinnamon-oatmeal into a bowl.

“Ranrok’s Loyalists have put up more camps around the Hogwarts highlands,” Javi says, mouth half-full. “It looks like they’re moving closer towards Hogwarts.”

“Why would they come to Hogwarts? There’s nothing here.”

“The castle has tons of secrets still uncovered. Why wouldn’t they try and get inside?”

“As if they’d manage to get through the defences. Hogwarts is impenetrable.” You take a long sip from your cup, hoping the caffeine kicks in fast. “No one’s going to get inside. Forget about the goblins. Did you see the Quidditch board? Our first game this season is against Gryffindor.”

Javi groans. “I hate their Seeker. Too small to hit with a Bludger, too quick to slam off the broom. We might as well throw in the towel.”

“Don’t let Captain hear that or she’ll turn you into a fox and wear you as a collar.” The Hufflepuff’s Quidditch Captain, Mary J. Lockwood, is sweet in pretty much every aspect except when it comes to Quidditch, and she never hesitates making you take the brunt of it. You’ve stopped counting how often she’d condemned you to run laps around the field as punishment for talking back or disrupting practice.

You finish breakfast and quickly drop by the common room to get your parchments and books for Divination class, hoping it will let time pass quickly until evening. But while staring for roughly an hour into the lazily swirling fog inside a crystal ball without an answer to how this year’s Quidditch season will end, time seemed to move slower than a snail. After dozing off twice and woken up by Adeleide Oakes’s pointy elbow to your ribs before Professor Onai could notice, the class finally ends.

Next up is Herbology and after that you’ve got two free periods until lunch and then end the day with double Potions. It’s a slow day for a Wednesday, and you can’t wait until practice starts in October to give you some change from sitting for hours in the library and going through dusty old tomes or watch the first and second-years getting roped up into playing Gobstones in the common room by the older students, filling it with the putrid smell of its foul liquid. You just enjoy being outdoors more. Which is why Herbology is somewhat fun, even if you and Javi prefer to pass time by betting on who can stick their finger closest to a Chinese Chomping Cabbage, earning a scornful side glance from Leander Prewett.

You promised Samantha Dale and Nellie Oggspire to work on the assigned group project for the essay on Ghouls for DADA during your free period, but when you’re about to set out to the Great Hall to grab a few snacks before going through the list of books you’ll need from the library, Professor Garlick appears before you suddenly as though sprouting from the ground like a flower.

“Oh, delightful, my dear, there you are!” she beams. Small brown parcels flutter around her head like butterflies. “Here is the delivery for Mr. Ollivander, if you’d be so kind and bring them to him now.”

Just in case, you look behind you. Nobody there on the stairs leading up to the central hall. Even Javi has made himself scarce already. She really is talking to you.

“Why me, Professor?” Someone must have hit you with Obliviate. You can’t remember having agreed to any favour for her.

“Oh? Frederick Gustave told me you would offer! Quite an attentive, nice boy! He will grow into a splendid Ravenclaw student one day!” Frederick Gustave? In Ravenclaw? You don’t know anyone called Frederick or Gustave or—the thought strikes you like lightning. Freddy, Fred or August. “All you need to do is bring these little parcels to Mr. Ollivander in Hogsmeade. These are magically nourished woods he has requested, and I am quite eager to see the results for myself.”

With a flick of her wand the parcels change course and begin to circle around your head before you can even begin to explain that this is a huge misunderstanding. She pats your cheek affectionately and twirls around, descending the stairs back to her flowery domain.

Javi is waiting for you at the top of the stairs, ignoring your scowl as he whistles the tune of The School of Jolly Dogs. His face lights up. “Since you’re heading to Hogsmeade, can you bring me some white Chocolate Frogs? Mine hopped out of the window last night because Arty forgot to close it.”

You answer with a rude hand gesture and stomp out of the hall, heading for where you keep your brooms stashed in the Hufflepuff locker room.

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The flight to Hogsmeade takes longer than usual. Every time you move too fast, the parcels begin to cry and whine like little abandoned ducklings until they catch up to you. Other than that, it is a beautiful morning as the sun keeps dipping in and out between wispy smears of clouds on the wide blue canvas. The tiny, homey town is alive with witches and wizards scurrying around to get their errands done. The novelty and excitement from visiting Hogsmeade in your third-year has worn off after two years, but it’s still a nice change from the dark school corridors and unending spiralling stair cases.

You leave your broom leaning next to the entrance of Mr. Ollivander’s shop. This shouldn’t take more than five minutes, darting in and out; you’re pretty sure you’ll be quicker than a Niffler digging through a pile of Galleons.

The door swings open easily. It has been five years since you last set foot into the small, cramped shop, yet nothing has changed and suddenly you feel as though you’re eleven again, entering for the first time. It smells of polished wood and something burnt underneath like a misplaced Incendio. Nearly every wall is stacked high with countless wands up to the ceiling, waiting to choose their witch or wizard. Back then you felt very small as a first year, anxious and excited to finally attend Hogwarts and get your own wand—the very first object that truly belonged to you and was not one of your older sisters’ hand-me-downs.

From the back of the shop you hear heavy knocks and a shrill screeching sound that makes you want to put your hands to your ears. Just like five years ago, you reach for the bronze bell on the counter but before your fingers can touch it, it lifts on its own and jingles beautifully. The knocking immediately stops, followed by a last dull clatter and then Mr. Ollivander emerges from the back room, dusting himself off.

He looks at you over the rim of his golden glasses, and a small smile spreads on his face as recognition dawns. The wide counter flap squeaks open when he swishes his wand to step through.

“Ah, the Hawthorn girl,” he says in greeting, quickly closing the space between you and taking your hands in his; you feel every wrinkle against your palm, every patch of rough skin from decades of work as he squeezes your hands. “I have hoped that I would see you soon.”

The question mark must be evident on your face, for Mr. Ollivander explains, “I remember every student and wand I paired, and you my dear, I remember the day five years ago when you came to my shop and your wand found you. Spiral, twelve inches, and a phoenix feather core. Unyielding. But what makes your wand so special is the wood it is made of. Hawthorn makes such a strange, contradictory wand, as full of paradoxes as the tree that gave it birth, whose leaves and blossoms heal, and yet whose cut branches smell of death.” He chuckles to himself, blinking as if lost in a memory; not noticing how tense you are and the way your uneasy smile curls downward. As though you could forget what the hawthorn means. But instead of allowing your mother’s voice inside your head and poisoning your heart, you square your shoulders and pull your hands away from Mr. Ollivander’s grasp.

“Delivery from Professor Garlick,” you say with a faux cheery voice. It seems only then does Mr. Ollivander notice the parcels still fluttering around your head.

“Ah, yes, yes! Allow me.” He points his wand at the parcels, then to his back room and they float through the shop in rank and file, all in proper order. “And here of course, the payment.” Mr. Ollivander hurries behind the counter, and produces a heavy pouch that he hands over to you. It jangles handsomely when you take it from him.

“Well then, I wish you a nice da—”

“Tell me, dear, have you met him?”

Feet already pointed towards the entrance, you turn your body halfway back. “Met who, sir?”

Mr. Ollivander looks up from the account books he’s been writing in. Something glints in his eyes, but maybe it’s just the reflection on his glasses. “Why, the Blackthorn boy of course.”

You rack your brain for anyone you know who’s called Blackthorn but come up empty. “I’m afraid I have not made any acquaintance like that, sir.”

The wandmaker’s eyes are calm, a sparkling blue of sunlight lancing off a stream. “I see,” he says. “Well, my part of this was fulfilled when I matched your wants with you. Everything else is up to you.” He gives you a little secret smile, then goes back to his ledger, the conversation clearly over even though you have dozens of questions swirling in your head.

Back out on Lower High Street, you have been released of the fluttering parcels and instead Mr. Ollivander’s words torment your mind. You can feel a memory hiding behind a thick fog, blurry and barely visible but its presence heavy and lurking like a ghost.

Wasn’t there something he had told you five years ago? When he had presented your wand to you, still resting in its narrow satin casket. You were too excited to pay him any mind—it had sounded too much like one of your mother’s stories; like an augury or worse even, a prophecy—when he had told you about a cursed kingdom, two brothers, and a hawthorn and blackthorn tree. Why listen to old fairy tales when the real adventure—Hogwarts—was waiting for you?

Besides, if by ‘Blackthorn boy’ he meant someone with a blackthorn wand, finding that person would be nearly impossible. And why would you look for him in the first place? Superstitions and divinations have no place in your life. Not after how it had dictated your childhood with a cold iron fist.

The trip back to Hogwarts is significantly faster without having to look after enchanted parcels behaving like newborn Fwoopers. With what happened at Mr. Ollivander’s, you completely forgot to drop by Honeydukes for Javi, which makes him look like a kicked puppy for the rest of the day.

You manage to start your essay for the group project, although you don’t get nowhere near where you wanted to be before the match. Lunch is a blur of tasty shepherd’s pie and grilled mushroom skewers with a small handful of students passing where you sit to wish you good luck, pattung your shoulder hard enough you almost choke on your pumpkin juice. Others send you little notes with crude drawings showing St. Jude zapping you with a spell and losing tonight’s duel. The messages are charmed to head dive into your cup and plate, splattering mashed potatoes on your uniform.

Adeleide plucks a nervously flapping piece of paper out of your meal and unfolds it. “At least they’re creative,” she notices mildly.

You throw a wary glance at the note. “That doesn’t even look like me.”

“I don’t know.” Javi slurps loudly from his cup. “They got your scowl right.”

Double Potions after lunch flies by for a change. Your Wiggenweld Potion tends to be a tad bluer than Professor Sharp’s apple green concoction bubbling at the front table for reference, but you have a hard time focusing when your mind is already occupied with how tonight’s duel might go.

You have a handful favourite spells that you’ve practised long enough they come as easy to you as breathing. But from what you have seen during the last Crossed Wands duels where St. Jude has participated, he seems to have a natural gift for duelling. You’ve heard he competed alongside Sallow in his first duel, but every after he’s been on his own and you’ve seen the battered and bruised leftover competitors limping out of the Clock Tower. You don’t plan to follow in their footsteps.

When evening falls on the castle and the long, narrow corridors awake with dim candlelight, you follow the throng of hooded students hurrying towards the Clock Tower after dinner. The excitement ripples through the lines of people like a physical force, alive and rearing when the first students file into the Clock Tower and find a seat close to the walls and away from accidental stray spells.

You spot Lucan Brattleby surrounded by a handful Hufflepuff and Slytherin students. Javi is among them, and when you draw closer you notice the ledger in Lucan’s hand and the Sickles being passed between him and Javi.

Javi startles when you step next to him like a Mooncalf facing an oncoming card. “Hiya,” he says in the very familiar voice that sounds a lot like him hoping you won’t be mad.

You raise an eyebrow. “Placing bets?” Your eyes linger on the page as you scan the names on the chart on your side. Only a few names—Leander, who’s been especially snappy since he lost against St. Jude in the semifinals, a handful other Gryffindors, one or two Ravenclaws and the rest are students from your house. On St. Jude’s column, Lucan has started to write the names as tiny as possible to fit them all on the page. Javi’s is amongst them. He ducks away from your scrutinising gaze. “He slew a fully-grown troll last week!” he pleads his case. So much for the infamous Hufflepuff loyalty. “I’ll invite you to Honyedukes after and pay whatever you want from the win.”

“Whatever.” You turn away to get ready, walking into a hard, solid body.

Callum St. Jude steadies you before you can stumble. “Easy there.” His smile slices white. “Am I already sweeping you off your feet? We haven’t even started yet.”

You shrug his hand off your arm. “The only sweeping happening today is when I wipe the floor with you, St. Jude.”

He hums thoughtfully. “We’ll see.”

You stare daggers at his back as he retreats to his side of the hall, welcomed by other Slytherin students who pat his back and ruffle his unruly jet-black hair as though he is the fifth year’s Champion already. He doesn’t linger around them for too long, and instead retreats to a far corner where Sallow is already waiting for him. What an annoying duo.

Tugging your black robe off, you begin to stretch your limbs. For today’s occasions you’ve chosen to wear a simple shirt with ribbon uniform tucked into your plaid trousers. More mobility, less fabric flapping around. A tie or a blazer would allow too much surface for a nasty Accio. From the last duels you’ve watched, you know St. Jude is as sharp as a whip, and he uses everything in his so far meagre arsenal of spells to win.

You’ll need to keep all your wits about you. If he, and the majority assembled under the giant swinging pendulum today, underestimate you, it will be your pleasure to remind them what vicious creatures badgers are. And that they devour snakes.

When you turn, St. Jude is already standing ready, his wand raised. He’s shrugged out of his robes as well and pulled off his tie, following your example. Gone is the hint of the cocky smile he always wears, so infuriating and inviting to punch. Now he is serious, his face an impassive mask that betrays nothing but you have seen it change within a heartbeat before knocking an opponent out with a savage blast of his wand. Like a snake, waiting and watching, until it strikes viciously and sinks its venomous fangs into your skin.

“Attention!” Lucan Brattleby hops in the centre, his arms raised. “Wizards and witches! Welcome to the fifth year’s Crossed Wands Championship Round!” He lets the audience get the whistling and bellowing out of their system before he introduces both parties. “Competitors, let’s get started!”

He quickly dashes out of the way—rightly so, for St. Jude’s opening move is always a lightning-quick Levioso, just like Professor Hecat taught him. You dodge the spell and hear it disperse against the wall behind you, feeling the sparks nip your skin.

“Accio!” You whip your wand towards you, only able to catch St. Jude by the cuff of his white sleeve as he evades with a side-step. But it’s enough to unbalance him as his arm is pulled in your direction and he retaliates by using the moment to blast a few Basic Casts your way which you block by well-timed Protegos.

The crowd’s cheers disappears into background noise as you and St. Jude continue your tense dance of attack and parry; a step forward, another step back, his Incendio is answered by your Glacius; since he prefers fire you do him the pleasure of casting Confringo which forces him to dive to the side. Your spell blasts the wooden weapon rack behind him into splinters and pieces, showering the Slytherins sitting beside it with glowing embers.

“Come on, new guy, give her a proper Slytherin treatment!” one of them yells. St. Jude doesn’t let himself get distracted, not even by the instructions of his fellow housemates or the quips from your side of the room. His eyes are pinning you like a butterfly on a corkboard, following your every step. They are frighteningly bright, you have the feeling that no move will go past him.

From behind you, you pull a large crate from under the buttocks of two Gryffindors with Accio, ignoring their protests when in the last second you fling it bodily towards St. Jude with Depulso. You’ve been working on the right timing for this for a long time—people usually don’t expect to be thrown at with things instead of spells. It hurls through the hall, and to your utter astonishment St. Jude blocks it in the last second with a flying object of his own—a practice dummy.

But where was the spell? You didn’t see him cast one when he hurled that dummy through the air.

At your puzzled expression, St. Jude grins at you, his smile so sudden and jarring as a thunderclap. You narrow your eyes. There’s something growing in the pit of your stomach, rearing its ugly head and snapping sharp, volatile teeth. Basic Casts don’t feel enough, and every vicious Diffindo St. Jude parries or dodges in the last moment. His retaliation is a fiery Incendio after Incendio—you’d think after this time one of you would grow weaker, lose focus, but the heat flaring your way and the flames licking up your uniform feel anything but harmless or tame.

Sweat runs down your temples, along your cheeks, down your neck. Your wand feels hot in your hand, but you grip it tighter, knuckles white. Your lungs feel tight in your chest, but you breathe in stronger, eyes wide. That rage that always lives inside you rears. It is an almost physical pain, like nails against flesh; like teeth against bars. That unwanted animal is starving, it wants nothing more than to get out and you’re surprised nobody else can hear it howling.

“Not as quick or cunning as that Sallow boy, but her spells pack a mean punch,” they say about you. You couldn’t best Sallow, and now there is this new contender and you refuse, refuse to slide down to number three; always coming in last, always pushed aside. You snarl at St. Jude as though trying to wrap your teeth around the world.

The air crackles with magic. Faintly, you hear an echo of a familiar voice. “Do not be surprised at your wand’s ability to perceive your intentions—particularly in a moment of need.”

It seems your wand shares your taste for violence—you can feel that this is the best Expulso you have executed since you taught yourself the spell in year four. You swing your arm, wand scorching hot in your hand—vibrating even—and hurl the Blasting Spell at St. Jude.

You can see his mouth move as he speaks a spell, blue sparks fly from the tip of his wand and then crackling lightning intercepts your attack. Through the sparks and bolts you see St. Jude’s puzzled expression—now is the chance to strike. A surprised opponent is a weak opponent; you swing your arm back—your arm is stuck.

From the tip of your wand a wiry crimson light crackles across the room, connected to St. Jude’s wand. When you try pulling back again, an invisible force lurches you forward, forcing your arm up until the thin light grows stronger, redder like spilt blood. Your arm shakes with the feeling of wrongness crawling up your arm, a kernel of god-awful flavour that has you biting your bottom lip. You feel an awareness. No. More than awareness, more sentient than that. It is recognition.

The point of your wand, shining a blazing white, shakes with the effort of you trying to pull back; shakes from whatever magic is transpiring between you two. On the other side, St. Jude has his free hand around his other wrist, trying to lower his wand, his face as white as a wall. To no avail.

The magic spreading from your wand through your body is like curious, warm fingers touching up along your arm, curling around your shoulder, settling against your cheek. They wander lower and splay across your chest, then sink through your ribs. Close around your heart. Squeeze.

The world explodes.

The magical blast sends you flying. Your teeth clang together as you slam on your back. Pain radiates through your body. Black dots dance before your eyes and blur your vision as you’re struggling for air.

A hushed silence has settled inside the Clock Tower. You shake your head, your free hand rising to your chest where you still feel a sharp twinge. Gingerly, you pick yourself up, carefully feeling for injuries. The whole room is a mess as though a wild Graphorn has ravaged inside and destroyed most of the furnishings. When your eyes lock with St. Jude’s across the room, your heart beats in your throat, making it hard to breathe.

Mirroring you, one hand is pressed against his chest, the other holds his wand in a vice-grip as though his life depends on it. You see him shudder helplessly, as if it were winter and he has gone outside without gloves and caught a terrible chill. His eyes meet yours, then drop to your wand. His lips mouth a single word, and you stare at him, throat tight, the cold sweat sensation of dread spreading slowly through your limbs.

And all of a sudden, you remember very clearly one thing Mr. Ollivander had told you all those years ago.

Once your paths cross, your fates will be irrevocably connected, growing together like the roots of old trees. Your wands have come from the same seed. There is no doubt that you fill find him.

Your Blackthorn boy.

A/N: If anyone is interested in this story, I can make a taglist :) Would also appreciate any sort of feedback, or just hitting the little heart so show me you enjoyed it

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Secret Shambles

Garreth Weasley x Male Reader

A/N: This was requested over on our Wattpad! I'm so sorry it took me this long to finish it, I've been quite busy. I feel like a lot of it is filler so if you want, you guys can just skip to the last like 10 paragraphs. Like we've mentioned, we don't do smuts but I tried to make this as steamy as I could without going TOO far. I hope it's alright and not cringy lmao.

Warnings: It gets a little steamy the last few paragraphs, nothing too much, just a bit of a makeout.

"Y/N, I was hoping to catch you." It was a quiet evening in the Hogwarts halls, you tended to just roam around when you didn't have classes to attend to. You turn at the call of your name, coming to face the red-headed boy you had befriended. You nod his way, beckoning him to continue. "I just wanted to apologise again for what happened in Potions." You shake your head, sending him a small smile. "It's alright, I managed to get out of it." He grins at that. "I'm glad."

It had become silent, as you were just about to turn back around and continue with your day, Garreth spoke up. "I was wondering if you could help me again? I promise, no explosions this time." You chuckle at that, "What do you need this time?" You give him a playfully suspicious gaze. "He lights up at the act before carrying on. "I have an idea for a Fizzing Whizzbee-inspired beverage, but I'm missing a key ingredient."

You raise an eyebrow "Go on" "I suspect the key ingredient may be dried Billywig stings. I hear there's an abundance in the Honeydukes cellar." You slowly nod "And you want me to grab them for you?" He throws his hands up in defence. "I'd do it myself but my Aunt has her eyes on me." You shake your head as you let out a playful scoff. "Alright, but you owe me, Weasley."

"Of course." He thanks you before sending you on your way. You would worry about it in the morning, you had more pressing matters to attend to for now.

Timeskip

Your classes had ended and it was time to find Weasley's 'Key ingredient'. He had mentioned a secret passageway in Hogwarts, leading to the cellar. You had followed his directions, and soon found the one-eyed witch statue he had spoken of. You look around before climbing the step and walking behind the witch, a quiet "Dissendium" leaving your lips.

Timeskip (Don't wanna bore y'all)

After obtaining the Billywig stings, you exit the passage, quickly descending down the Grand Staircase, quickly opening the door to the Entrance Door. Garreth had perked at the sound of the creaking door, his smile widening as he saw you entering. "Evening, Garreth." His eyes glance over your figure before his eyes locked with yours. "Good evening, Y/N. I hoped I'd see you again soon."

You grin before searching your pockets, pulling out the amount of Stings he had asked for. "You found them? Incredible." He brings out his hand, your own passing the Stings to him. "Happy to help." You can't help but smile at the excited look on his face. "Thank you. I'll let you know once I've brewed my first batch of 'Fizzing-Whizz-beer'." You lightly laugh, giving him a quick nod before walking away.

Timeskip

You had always wanted to spend more time with the Gryfindor boy, but never being able to find an opportunity to talk to him alone. Doing as much as you had done this year had brought along a lot of popularity. It was good for the most part, but you'd always have constant eyes on you. Making it very difficult to talk to others about private matters. Until he had sent you on that little scavenger hunt. No one else knew of the secret tunnel (You hoped), just you and Garreth. It would be the perfect place to talk away from gawking students.

Now all you had to do was convince him to join you in a journey to the damp, dimly-lit corridors for a little alone time. Your best bet was to find him after class, so that's what you did. It was after one of your muggle studies class, you had started to walk beside him as you exited the room. "Garreth." You greet as you look over at him. Still walking next to you, he also looks your way. "Y/N! What do you need?"

His smile warms your heart as you pull him away from the crowd, stopping in an empty corridor. "Is something the matter?" You quickly shake your head. "Not at all, I wanted to speak with you in private." He nods as you continue. "Actually, this isn't really the best place." You look back at the few students now making their way to and from classes. "How about we talk later, in the passage behind the One-eyed Witch?" Your voice hushed as you mentioned the statue. "Then we'd truly be away from prying eyes." Your voice grows lower.

He looks around before nodding, stumbling upon the start of his sentence as he agrees. "I- Of course, send me an owl when you'd like me to arrive."

Timeskip

You had arrived earlier than when you told Garreth to. The place was oddly comforting as you sat on the staircase near the entrance, watching as the flames on the torches in your sight flickered and spat. It wasn't long until you heard footsteps behind you, you turned to see the cheery boy walk in. "Ah, I didn't expect you to already be here." You smile at this appearance as you pat the floor beside you. "You came on time." You state, glancing at the watch on your wrist. "I was expecting you to show up a little late."

He shrugs, taking a seat by your side. Your knees touching. "I'll be honest, I've been thinking about this encounter for a while." He chuckles. "If anything, I had to try and stop myself from arriving too early." You laugh at his honesty, your laughter dying down as you speak up "We'll I'm glad you're here, I wanted to speak to you, privately."

His green eyes lock with yours as you speak. "Please tell me if I'm getting the wrong idea here, but I'm pretty sure you feel it too." Your body starts to get closer to his. His heart starts to pound faster, he prays that the thumps aren't audible in the silent room. You don't hear it, but feel it. You hands making way to his own, before holding them. You can feel how aggressive his heart is beating, feeling his beats in your own hands.

"Stop me if I'm going too far." You whisper as you start to move your face closer to the reddening boy. "But I think you want this, just as much as I do." Your lips interlock and your hands move from his, to his body. Placing one on his waist and the other one intertwining with his hair. It took until the both of you were seeing stars, to finally part from each other and breathe.

His panting breaths mingle with your own as you rest your forehead against his. "Y/N.." His voice becomes muffled as you place your lips back onto his. His hands frantically grab at your clothes, pulling you closer as he tries to deepen the kiss. He shuffles against you, your lips leaving his as he sits upon your lap, before connecting with you once more.

A/N: I'm so sorry it cuts off there, I can't bring myself to go any further lol. I hope this is alright though!

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- Written by Owner 1

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request rules!

HOW TO REQUEST

— requests can be sent through my inbox! aka the button on my profile that says request

— state the character, romantic or platonic, the format of the request, and what you want with it

— do you have any specifics for the reader? male, female, blonde, poc, etc?

— PLEASE ACTUALLY SPECIFY WHAT YOU WANT WITH YOUR REQUEST!! ITS VERY HARD FOT ME TO WRITE SOMETHING THAT JUST SAYS "___ x reader (blank)" WITH NO FURTHER EXPLANATION! GIVE ME A PLOT IDEA! And if you want include a prompt you want in it!

WHAT I WILL WRITE:

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male, female, and gender neutral reader

or no reader, I do ships too!!

alternative universe: soulmates, coffee shop, roommates, royal, bookstore, fake relationship, coworkers, neighbors, flower shop, library, bodyguard, modern era, band/rockstar, celebrity, mermaid, pirate, teachers (you can also mix them in your request, like asking for bookstore and coffee shop au! if that makes sense)

Headcanons, one-shots, drabble, imagine, etc.

poly relationships, whether it be character x reader x character or character x character x character 

angst

fluff

smut

omega verse

WHAT I WONT WRITE:

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illegal ships (incest or underage)

dark or yandere

abuse

abortion

pregnancy

someone having cancer

rape/sexual assault

canonically gay characters with fem identifying readers/characters, same thing with canonically lesbian characters with masc identifying readers/characters (platonically is fine, romantically isnt)

character list

bolded means they’re my favorite characters to write!

DOCTOR WHO

Nine, Ten, Eleventh, Thirteen, Rose Tyler, Martha Jones, Jack Harkness, Donna Noble

RED, WHITE, & ROYAL BLUE

Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry, June Claremont-Diaz, Nora Holleran, Bea

TED LASSO

Ted Lasso, Jamie Tartt, Roy Kent, Keeley Jones, Rebecca Welton

STRANGER THINGS

Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson

THE OUTSIDERS

Ponyboy Curtis, Johnny Cade, Sodapop Curtis, Darry Curtis, Steve Randall, Twobit Matthews, Dallas Winston

MARVEL

Matt Murdock, Peter Parker (Tobey, Andrew, Tom), Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton, Loki, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff

[more to be added]

911 FOX

Evan Buckley, Eddie Diaz, Maddie Buckley, Howie Han

STAR WARS

Luke Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

[more to be added]

HARRY POTTER

— golden trio era

Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Cedric Diggory, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Oliver Wood, Draco Malfoy

— marauders era

Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter, Lily Evans, Pandora Lovegood, Regulus Black, Dorcas Meadows, Marlene McKinnon, Barty Crouch Jr, Evan Roiser, Alice Fortescue, Mary MacDonald, Narcissa Black

[If you want one of these characters, like Remus for example to be older like during the Harry Potter movies let me know!]

— legacy era

Sebastian Sallow, Amit Thakkar, Poppy Sweeting, Natsai Onai, Garreth Weasley, Ominis Gaunt

[obriens-world]

Hello!

My name is Phoebe and I am new to writing on tumblr! I have been writing for years now and have even wrote a fanfiction on wattpad (mygbeebs) Currently, I'm planning my novel but in the mean time I want to express my love for certain characters to people who also feel the same way! I would love for people to send in requests of what they want to read as long as it is something I am comfortable writing.

I DO NOT WRITE SMUT!!

I ONLY WRITE X READER FICS

At the moment, I will only be writing for a couple fandoms but if I become more popular I will be willing to introduce more:

The Maze Runner (Books and movies):

-Thomas, Minho, Frypan, Gally

Harry Potter (movies only):

-Harry, Ron, Draco, Mattheo, Theo Nott, Tom Riddle

Marauders:

-Sirius, Remus, Regulus, James

Hogwarts Legacy:

-Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt, Garreth Weasley, (potentially a male oc in the future but I haven't made one yet!)

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Requesting

I am having the worst writers block so feel free to request.

REQUEST RULES

NO

I will not write for a lot of kinks, mostly because I don't feel personally comfortable with them. I also will not write detailed smut as I just am really not good at it. I will also not write poly relationships.

I won't write anything including non-con, dub-con, stalking, pedophilia, age gap, student x teacher, or bodily harm coming to reader including self harm or suicide as those are triggers. I am also sorry to all non-binary and male readers, but I cannot write for y'all as I have no experience being non-binary or a guy. I will mostly write headcannons unless I can come up with a one-shot for the request.

YES

I will feel comfortable doing pregnancy, suggestive or non descriptive smut, such as headcannons I have on what a character would be like during that time, dating, marriage, aging up characters to fit a request if you want a mature headcannon, and I will write about the topic of periods. I will also write fem!reader x characters. Feel free to request something personal such as a certain feature, headcannons including tit size, hair length, weight, personality trait, etc. and I can write something for that as well.

KINKS -Lactation kink -Breeding kink -Hair pulling(?) -Spanking -Semi public -Oral(both ways)

CHARACTERS I WILL WRITE FOR

JUJUTSU KAISEN -Gojo Satoru -Nanami Kento -Yuji Itadori -Fushiguro Megumi -Yuta Okkotsu -Zenin Maki -Nobara Kugisaki

HARRY POTTER -Cedric Diggory -Percy Weasley -Oliver Wood -Harry Potter -Ron Weasley -Fred Weasley -George Weasley -Collin Creevey -Hermione Granger -Ginny Weasley -Remus Lupin -Nymphadora Tonks -Sirius Black

HOGWARTS LEGACY -Sebastian Sallow -Ominis Gaunt -Natsai Onai -Poppy Sweeting -Amit Thakkar -Garreth Weasley -Leander Prewett -Aesop Sharp -Mirabel Garlick

MAZE RUNNER -Newt -Gally -Minho

BAULDER'S GATE 3 -Halsin -Gale -Will -Astarion -Shadowheart -Laezel -Karlach

Please message me if you have any questions about characters I will write for, things I feel comfortable writing about, and any other questions you may have. Please also be respectful when requesting and please allow me to take time to write and publish on Tumblr. It takes time and effort to write for these characters.

[doux-ange]

INFORMATION

i don't take requests !!

posting schedule: irregular

this post includes: links, characters, and medias i write for, what i will and won't write

LINKS:

masterlist, about me, ao3, tiktok - douxange_

CHARACTERS, MOVIES, BOOKS, SHOWS, AND GAMES I WRITE FOR

alphabetical order.

fairy tail

cobra, erik

erza scarlet

gray fullbuster

jellal fernandez

lucy heartfillia

natsu dragneel

mystogan

zeref dragneel

harry potter

barty crouch jr

evan rosier

ginny weasley

harry potter

hermione granger

james potter

lily evans (potter)

luna lovegood

regulus black

remus lupin

ron weasley

sirius black

tom riddle

hogwarts legacy

garreth weasley

ominis gaunt

sebastian sallow

house of the dragon

aemond targaryen

alicent hightower

helaena targaryen

jacaerys velaryon

lucerys velaryon (platonic)

rhaenyra targaryen

little women (2019 + book)

amy march

elizabeth "beth" march

josephine "jo" march

margaret "meg" march

theodore "laurie" laurence

(more to be added)

WHAT I WILL WRITE:

male, female, gender neutral reader

character x reader

character x character

any sexuality reader

angst, fluff, au

platonic child character x reader

platonic character x child reader

smau (social media au)

character x oc (no oc requests)

oc x reader

(more to be added)

WHAT I WON'T WRITE:

smut, nsfw (can be implied but other than that, no.)

romantic child character x character and/or reader

explicit suicide or selfharm

omegaverse au

(more to be added)