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in1-nutshell · 1 year ago

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Hello! A request if it's okay, TF rid2015, minicons from Decepticons, with F! Bot?

Bot's kinda like Snow White in Personality, naive/innocent, good-natured, yet mature or motherly…

Bot's had been raised on earth and by humans, since they're a baby. They don't know anything about cybertron, she still cares/loves Humans and Earth…

The Con minicons, such as Airazor & Divebomb, Backtrack & Ransack, Swelter & Glacius, and also others, had lost or escape, their boss(es)/master(s) and Autobots, and they're in weakened state…

Until they found by Bot and they've been treated kindly by Bot…

Bot and the minicons had dynamic or platonic relationship that kinda like Disney Snow White and the dwarves. Yet the Minicons become very attached to Bot and being protective and aggressive if anything happens to Bot, even they'll harm master(s)…

Also you can add this/these, if you want:

the Reactions/Interactions of the minicons' master, like Fracture and others, and possibly Their Master had a romantic interest/feelings on the Bot

Ooooh! It's been a hot minute since I have heard about the minions. This concept just makes things more interesting.

Hope you enjoy!

Minicons reaction to Bot Buddy with Snow White personality

SFW, platonic, slight angst, Cybertronian/ Bot reader

Rid 2015

Bot Buddy had arrived on Earth when they were still a protoform in an escape pod. Their caregivers put them there in hopes they would escape the war.

When they crash landed on Earth they were met with a group of humans. Good thing Buddy had quickly captured their hearts.

The group decided to raise the young bot in their neighborhood and keep them hidden from the government. Buddy grew up slowly with their new family. They did everything together. From going on camping trips, to hiking around the area, and having movie nights under the stars.

As time went on the original group began to age more rapidly and have more children.

Buddy was there to hold their hands as their times went up.

The children of the group adored Buddy and sought to help them as well. Buddy had their new family again.

Did it hurt Buddy knowing that they would last the next generation after the next? Yes, yes it did. Buddy sometimes would jokingly call it their curse when they got older.

Buddy found solstice in nature after a while. They loved going out into the thick woods. They also managed to befriend groups of animals that they would come to know as their other family. Nature taught Buddy that nothing can stay the same, even if they didn't like it, things had to change.

They met the minicons while on one of their trips through the woods. Buddy had never seen someone else who looked so similar to them. Sure they were smaller than Buddy, but most people were.

The closer Buddy got to the minicons the more they realized they had a problem.

One of the purple ones had gotten pinned down by a land slide and a boulder. The other 3 were trying to move it.

Buddy knew they had to help.

Quietly, Buddy walked behind the minicons and swiftly lifted the boulder off the poor minicon and placed it gently to the side.

"Are you alright?"--Buddy

The minicons were not expecting this!

They had just gotten ambushed by the Autobots and separated from their 'masters'. Then this big boy comes over to help them?

They awkwardly thank the bot and immediately try to find their insignia.

Nothing!

"Where's your badge?"--Divebomb

"What badge?"--Buddy

"You an Autobot?"--Airazor

"What's an Autobot?"--Buddy

"What do you mean what's a bot?! Who's side did you fight on?"--Swelter

"I'm sorry I don't understand."--Buddy

"The war! Which side of the Cybertronian war did you fight on?!"--Glacious

"I don't know any war that happened on Earth with that name. And what's Cybertronian? Is that what I am?"--Buddy

"What... Do you even remember Cybertron?"--Swelter

"Is that the planet where I come from? Old great great grampa always said I came from the stars."--Buddy

"..."-- minicons

The bigger problem has to be issued now.

At first the minis planned on tricking Buddy into thinking the Cons were the good guys and all. But that seemed to be a challenge as the new bot didn't even know the basics of anything.

Glaciuos and Swelter both thought it to be some collaborative ruse to trick them. Divebomb and Airazor thought the same after a bit.

It isn't until they are all making flower crowns and each has an assigned squirrel, that they realize Buddy might have been telling the truth.

The goal of returning to their master's is shot out the window the second one of them makes a mean comment to Buddy.

"Everyone let's go. I'm sure Razorpaw is waiting for you too."-- Fracture

"Oh. You're leaving then... Well it was nice to meet --"--Buddy

"Cut the act you lying pile of scrap!"--Fracture

Collective gasp.

"How dare you swear in front of them!"--Airazor

"They're just a kid!"--Swelter

"Guys?"--Buddy

"We are leaving! C'mon Buddy, we are going to go see Squirrel Ramon and his kids!"--Airazor

Buddy has a bit of explaining to do when they get back home to their family. But it'll be for the best. Buddy can finally have a family that won't disappear in a blink of an eye.

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yandere-wishes · 2 years ago

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◃◃◃ Comedic Tragedy▹▹▹

Synopsis: The reader is a burnt-out Akademiya student that has the misfortune of bumping into Dottore while he's working on his Scaramouche-god project. After learning of her peculiar interests Dottore makes her an offer. One she very soon regrets accepting.

Note: There is like one reference to the Sumeru archon quest so spoilers, but in this universe, Lumine was taken captive by Dottore a while ago and the residents of Sumeru were able to foil the mad doctor's plans and free Nahida without the traveler's help. Also, Paimon is dead.

Warnings: ANGST, GORE, extreme body horror, Dottore has feelings and that ain't a good thing. Lumine is the traveler. Dottore x Lumine is mentioned a lot but never really shown until the end. Death. the reader is suicidal but she defiantly didn't want this. non-con but no smut if that makes sense.

Requested by: The lovely @nasidibakar

Back then you had romanticized dying. Dreamed of having your arteries nicked by the person you loved. It had all come so naturally to you, the desperation to fall in love with the macabre.

The thrill you got as you slid your palm across the jagged end of your desk. The rapid beat of your heart as you drove your fist into your dormitory wall. Gleefully staring as crimson beads slipped from your purpling knuckles.

It had been so fun back then. So exhilarating, so enticing.

But then you met him.

Fell in love with him actually.

A slight run-in during the second-period rush.

A light brush of his freezing blue lips to your bruised hand.

That had been all it took really. The next thing you knew the grand sage had awarded you the position of assistant to the "most benevolent scholar of Snezhnaya ."

Of course back then the scholar from Snezhnaya had looked every bit the glacious prince from a foreign land. He'd been gentle and sweet...

Permitting you to watch as he performed another thoracotomy on the humanoid robot. Pulling you close as he observed the harvested dreams from the grand Akasha terminal. Sat under the blazing moon with you. Ever so gently crabling your hand in his, as he traced skin-deep hearts into your palm with his scalpel.

You'd been so utterly in love back then. Too blinded by bleeding hearts and gory love poems to notice the distant look in his eyes. The way he'd pause so irregularly when he was about to speak your name. In hindsight maybe you should have known his heart was with another.

Then one night, one gloriously blurry night. As you both sat on the Akadimiya's roof. Your head laying tiredly in his lap. You'd uttered those damned words. Those jarring, life-altering words

"I want to die"

Words spoken so softly from chapped lips as your eyes closed and you fell into a sweet, sweet, sleep.

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Dottore finds it quite odd how he'd fallen so deeply, so consumingly, so manically in love with you in such a short time.

You'd simply fallen right out of the sky. Straight in his path. A miracle granted by whichever archon was doltish and self-righteous enough to still acknowledges his existence. Celestia knows he's made an enemy of every self-proclaimed God in Teyvat. Even the Tsaritsa was weary of him on good days. Downright loathed him on bad ones.

Yet this time divinity had pulled through and led you straight to him. Such a blessed thing, he'd surely take great joy in ravaging.

Sacred marvel or not, Dottore had admittingly taken a wholly interest in you. Your vision had haunted him. Plaguing him for endless nights as he succumbed to finish building the Archon of arcane wisdom. He found it rather silly how he'd secretly seek out your hand during meetings with the grand sage. Constantly pinning to be in your obsolete presence.

It had been fun, or failing that, insightful at the very least. He knew he had conjured feelings towards you and couldn't so easily permit you to leave. Even when his work in Sumeru had been cut short, all due to that meddling team of ignorant vision wielders and their pesky archon.

Yet the night before he left, he knew you had to come with him.

He'd paid great attention to your love of the macabre. Enjoyed indulging you in his temporary laboratory. Drawing little doodles on your flawless flesh with his medical instruments. You would only giggle, blush and glance away timidly. So endearing, so foolish.

You were accustomed to agony - albeit self-inflicted he postulated-Treating it as nothing more than a guilty pleasure. Nevertheless, Dottore knew it would take time for you to adjust to his ruthlessness. His variation of pain was utterly appalling. He'd be sure to turn your previous wounds into child's play.

Surely you'd love it.

looking back on it all you'd most definitely been burnt out. Unable to string together logical thoughts outside the realm of your chosen field. Yet another scholar so caught up in their research and studies that they'd forgotten how the real world actually works.

The academic world is like an all-consuming fire.

At least that's what Dottore has concluded, since his expulsion from the Akademiya.

Taking and taking, from those who all so willing worship its perpetual light. Blooming their dermises with blisters and decaying nerves. So greedy, yet every ardent scholar welcomes the mental anguish and self-loss as one would welcome spring with open arms. You, little dove, his little dove, were no better. Foolish and blessed all at the same time. You'd played the only role you'd ever known. Perfected the part of the scholar to be, all while hiding the only outlet you had. The only waypoint to what might just be your undisputed self. Hiding razors between pages of quadratic equations and simultaneous equations. Hiding the swelling galaxies of bruises you'd painted on your thighs. It's all quite forgivable really. Admirable if nothing else. You'd found your true self in the mists of academic misery. Taken the reign and decided to welcome the aches and stings.

Oh, how he'd generously taken you away from your tormentors.

How graciously he'd shown you what true pain was really like.

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You never truly understood it, never have, and never will. Can't comprehend this desperate mesmeric feeling whenever he's near. You're ever so utterly infatuated with him. You love him, your tormentor, your capturer, the doctor, Dottre, with all that's left of your beating heart. Although now that it's been months since you departed to Snezhnaya with him. You've come to realize that love, for all its hypnotic trances and rose-tinted terms, is rather over-glorified. For you may love someone with every fiber of your body, yet they may be well engrossed with someone else.

Does he even love you?

It's the question of the hour, the day, the month, the millennia...

Does Dottore truly love you?

Your eyes trace over the severed limbs littering the pristine floor. Connecting them like stars in a constellation. This particular operating room was always in shambles. Very much like how you'd turned out...

He'd been taking you apart, ripping away appendages and giving them to her. The Traveler. The eldritch being of light who'd been forced into a mortal's body. He's been patching up wherever her primordial glow was seeping through the cracks of such a weak body. with your ever-so-human corpse.

How Dottore had ever managed to tame and capture a primordial

creature such as she was beyond you. Although you liked to ponder the possibility that infusing the two of you meant that part of her divinity would be substituted for humanity thus rendering her more submissive. More malleable. Easier for the mad doctor to control.

And yet, despite all this, you can't seem to let go of those horrid feelings you have for him.

Maybe you'd never even been lovers. Just a fool and a scientist

trapped in fate's webs.

No, that wasn't quite right either. Instead, the two of you were more akin to desperate souls who needed each other more than the earth needed the sun. It's rather humorous to consider that Dottore would ever need someone. To think of him as anything less than a natural cataclysm sent by the Tsaritsa herself to destroy everything that is good and holy.

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You lay motionless on the cold metal slap, eyes unfocused as you try a process which limb has gone missing now. Or maybe it's an organ this time. It's always all so hard to recall what it is exactly that he took, in the hours following the operation.

Phantom pain pounds in your right eye, or rather the right socket that used to house your right eye. You stare up at the ceiling trying to tune out the pain and the numbness all at once.

Has he ever loved you?

You can't help but circle back to the heart wrenching question every so often.

Has he ever said he loves you? You're not sure, brain too cluttered from the last operation to fully recall anything specific. Too damaged to be conscious enough to tell the difference between reality and fantasies.

"Let's make a deal, my dear. You help me with my research and in return, I shall grant your ghastly fantasy as best I can"

You remember that conversation despite your mangled mind. Remember it was his perfect response that night when the two of you lay in the moonlight. You'd told him you wanted to die. How naive you'd been back then. You had started this whole mess and that madman you had so easily given your heart to had been all too eager to oblige.

Not like this.

This hadn't been what you'd meant.

You didn't want any of this.

The severed body, the other women, the cold empty lab.

You didn't want this.

"Oh, I see you're awake" His voice is chilling. Analytical rather than affectionate. "Maybe you're body is beginning to build up a form of resistance to the anesthesia." He sighs, an unnerving noise that hints at the permanent exhaustion he always seems to feel. "I'll have to start upping your doses, although I figure it'd be better to invest my time in fabricating some new suppressants altogether." His steps reverberate through the air as he saunters over to where you lie. gloved hands running through your matted locks, curling strands around his fingers as he mutters gleefully. "Look at all the trouble I go to for you darling. You really are quite lucky, that I'm so fond of you." his words hit deep, reopening the old wounds you clumsily stitched close with strings of denial.

He lays down next to you, unbothered by the sharp cold of the metal table. His eyes melt into yours, looking at you like you are the love of his life. A bitter lie and you know it and yet you still relish in the fictitious proclivity of it all. His fingers trace open lacerations. His mouth busied itself with nipping at raw scar tissue adorning your neck. Working around to kiss at the stumps of amputated appendages. You lay there enjoying the kisses and empty promises. It feels like he loves you. In the end, isn't that all that matters?

"You know I'm only doing this because I care about you, right?" You wonder if that lie tastes bitter on his tongue. You fight the urge to scream that it's evident he loves her more. Adores her. Worshipers her

Dottore carries on disregarding the pain so clearly plastered on your face. "The traveler will live for much longer than you ever could. By taking you apart and sewing you into her, I'm doing you both a favor. Although I'll admit the true victor in this little experiment is I.

I'll have both my lovers at my side forevermore." You hate how his statement makes your heart beat ever quicker and your cheeks darken in color. You turn, catching his lips in an uncharacteristically bold kiss. Hoping it'll shut him up for now.

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There's a code red. Even from your isolated room, you can tell that something's going on with the Traveler. That's what a code red is in this hellish place. Anytime the darling Traveler goes through something more major than a headache, the whole medical bay is on emergency standby. Clones running left and right fetching medical equipment and pain suppressants.

You see the state Dottore is in over her. Hate how he risks his own well-being over her. Or rather, failing that, you're jealous over how much he cares about her. Dottore is naturally destructive, to those around him, to himself, to any and everything. It's not a particularly hard thing to take note of. He's not exactly a gentle lover or even a good one at that. Yet as of late, he's gone even further - if that's even possible- tearing himself to shreds trying to squeeze out the last bits of divinity still plaguing his ever-precious Traveler.

Deep in your bones you just know he's ever more forbearing with her. never "forgetting" to administer her anesthetics to see how "well" she'd take the pain. Always putting in the extra time to make sure her wounds were thoroughly sterilized. With you it's different he'll cut where ever he pleases, tear off anything and everything. He'll cut and cut and you fear that one day there'll be nothing left to cut.

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As of late, the Doctor has been more present. Visiting you daily -or at least you think. It's hard to tell time in a windowless, clockless room- his advances have been sweeter, bordering on loving if that was even possible. His lips linger where ever he kisses and he's even taken to spending the night.

There's trouble in the air, you can feel it.

It's on one of these particular nights that his clones are tasked with taking you to a new operating room. One with a window that permits the moon's rays to sweep in. His clones release you onto the plush operation table, a stark contrast to the metal slab you've grown accustomed to.

Something's not right.

Minutes later Dottore walks in. He discards his mask on a nearby table revealing bloodshot eyes with deep black bags underneath. "Too many late nights" you jab, prying for any reaction, anything that feels normal. He hovers above you, arms placed firmly on either side of your head. He let out a loud breath, followed by an onslaught of mirthless giggles. "It's time" he mutters. "Time for what?" you ask, searching his eyes for any clue as to what's going on. Dottore gulps curls a strand of pale blue hair around his finger and pulls. "Tonight I'll be taking your heart..." He pauses for a minute and you wonder if he hears the irony as you do. "I'll merge it with the Traveler's. Half and half, sounds fair right?"

"no"

"From then on you and her will be one. A single entity meant to serve me and only me. I told you I was the luckiest man in all of Teyvat."

You think you detect a sliver of sadness in his hoarse voice.

Wonder if all this insanity has finally caught up with him...

Improbable.

It's funny how now when you're all so close to getting what you've dreamed of for so long, reality decides to kick in. How regret settles deep in your gut as warm tears begin to flow freely.

"Please don't do this.."

"I have to"

"Dottore plea-"

"Shhh"

He settles himself on the bed, straddling your hips. "I want you to be awake for this one." He reaches over for the scalpel and goes straight for the cut. A thoracotomy, just like the ones you used to watch him perform on Scaramouch. You scream out in pain, begging him to stop. All too soon everything goes numb and you're left hanging between the borders of life and death.

Dottore leans down and kisses your heart. Laughing at how the blood mares his lips. A delighted shiver runs down his spine as he feels the rhythmical beats under his tongue. He looks so happy you note in your delirious state. It fills your heart with warmth as you bask in his excited, handsome face. Observing complacently as he watches you bleed out.

"Dottore?"

"Yes my dove"

"Please just say it...say it just once..."

You're not sure if it's the blood loss or a cruel joke by fate. But for a fraction of a second, you think you see his lips turn downwards and a single tear falls from his eye.

"I love you" He finally says.

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Bonus:

Sometimes the Traveler is shaken from her slumber by a blazing ache in her heart and in her right eye and her left leg, right thigh, left arm... Sometimes she's reminded that there was another girl. A poor soul who loved Dottore and paid for it with her body and her life. Tears fall freely from her eyes before she's pulled back into the mattress by her "lover". The mad doctor, Dottore. He kisses her, right on the border of her scars. Right where she ends and the other starts. He got his wish, he created some perfect hybrid of the only two things he's ever loved.

Damn him.

Damn him to Celestia and back

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sir-adamus · 3 months ago

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just arrived in Limsa and a band of bards (all named Glacious [insert name]) are playing the Neverending Story theme

#adam plays ffxiv #well done but also fuck you for putting that in my head again #now they're playing don't speak by no doubt

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jaybaeblue · 10 months ago

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G is for greedy and glacious

#the blockheads #blockhead g #gumby #HES SUCH A ZEST FEST

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sapphira-mydnyte · 10 days ago

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Gaunt defends his girls...

... in the most haunting way possible.

Once in the house of Gaunt, you can never return to a normal life. Prestige, pride, power & formality are everything to them. Ominis may be the nicest heir, but never underestimate him when it comes to protecting you from those that dare flirt with you. Ominis doesn't play nice when it comes to defending the few he loves, especially the girls that are loyal to him. Whether he has one girlfriend, or many, he's keeping his girls with all the ferocity that he has within reason. If pushed too far, Ominis will relent & turn loose the very magic that makes his family the most feared in the world... the serpentine power that he keeps locked away comes out... reminding those that challenge him that they are weaker than him, despite his blindness. He doesn't have to start the fight either, for all it usually takes to put an end to a chase from another is this spine chilling glare. Venom-laced ice in his eyes, a chill colder than the Glacious spell goes through whoever he aims it at, with the foe's fear & choice to run sating his inner snake.

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy ominis #king of snakes #slytherin #heir of slytherin #yes... he's in my new mod.... Autumn's Bane #Omi's glare is Avada Kedavra itself....#that's a murder stare #a serpentine murder stare? yeah... & Ominis has the best one

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fandomzwriterk · 1 year ago

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Helloooo! Hope you enjoy some stories for one of the worlds new favorite Slytherin boys!

⭕️Gryffindor!Reader! + Non specified Gender! + mentions of Sebastian not being the smartest with alcohol⭕️

In DATDA...

Y/n pov

"Depulso!" Poppy Sweeting yelled as she fired a blast at Natty's Protego shield

"Accio!" Natty responded back with

Both Natty and Poppy went flying off the table, landing softly as Professor Hecat cushioned their falls with Levioso. The rest of the class was just laughing but a few of us remained silent.

"I'd prefer to not get blasted off into the wall." I thought to myself

"Hey Y/n! Let's go! Me and you!" Sebastian called as he climbed up onto the table

"Yeah get em Y/n! Show him what Gryffindor's can do!" Garreth cheered

I looked at the young Slytherin boy who towered over me as he stood on the table looking down at me with a smile. He was so sure he was going to beat me this time.

"Fine... have it your way." I answered

After a quick minute...

"Bombarda!" Sebastian shouted

"Protego! Stupefy!" I yelled back

"You got this Y/n!" Natty and Poppy both cheered

Sebastian, my best friend and someone who mattered dearly to me, sought to get payback for losing to me the first time we met. This was his tenth attempt. He focused his eyes on the tip of his wand, then focusing my dominant hand that held my wand.

"Diffindo!" He shouted

"Glacious!"

The blade of his Diffindo was frozen in place as Professor Hecat stopped both of us in place.

"Alright you two you can stop now. Take this duel elsewhere before you break something." she said eyeing Sebastian

"Yes Ms. Hecat. It won't ever happen again!"

"Mmhmm that's what you said last time Mr. Sallow."

Sebastian looked down at the ground then looked up at me with a wink.

"Oh look it's about time to finish class! Now if you would please, take notes on the spells we worked on today!" She called as we ran out of the door

Sebastian ran ahead, only stopping once he saw our other friend Ominis down the hall.

"Last one to Hogsmeade owes us all Butterbeer!" He said running ahead

"Well it looks like it'll be me... again." Ominis groaned

"Cheer up Ominis. I'll pay this time."

Just outside of Hogsmeade...

"Come on you lot! You're wasting daylight!" Sebastian called ahead of us as Ominis and I ran at a slower speed

"One of us is blind you jerk!" I yelled

"And one of us is paying for your drink!" Ominis added

As the three of us ran into Hogsmeade, I spotted a Fwooper fly overhead and into the Forbidden Forest.

"Come on! You're walking so slow!"

As soon as Sebastian opened the doors to The Three Broomsticks, I saw Sirona washing up a table in the far back corner.

"Ah yes you three. What can I do for you today?" She asked

"Some butter beer for us please?" I asked

"That I can do."

Some time later...

"And then Y/n comes flying down on a Threstal! How in the world did that happen?" Sebastian asked Ominis as he recounted our last "adventure" into the forest

"I suggest you stop sneaking off at night if that's what you're asking Sebastian."

I stood up and walked over to the counter for our second round of drinks as people walked in and out of the place.

"Wait I've got an idea! What if-"

"Sebastian stop if it had the words 'what if' at the start, don't ask the question." I replied

"Y/n's right you know." Ominis added with a teasing voice

"It was a good idea! I'm serious! What if we settle our duel on the beach of the lake? Then that way, if one of us gets hurt... again, then we can just go straight to Hogwarts."

I looked at Ominis as he grabbed his drink and took a sip.

"Fine. But I'm staying this time in case one of you kills the other this time." Ominis complained

"Hey last time was an accident. How was I supposed to know Y/n would go chasing after the Unicorn?" Sebastian asked both of us

I rolled my eyes as I recounted the event in question.

Flashback...

"Are you sure this is safe?" I asked as Sebastian as he pushed me back with Depulso

"Yes I'm sure! Don't worry about it! At least-"

The rushing behind me made me turn my head to see something gold and shiny run through the bushes.

"Unicorn!" I yelled as I felt another Depulso hit my back

"Shit Y/n!"

Flashback end...

"It was a draw in the end considering a Mongrel pack chased you soon after." I replied slyly

"That's a-"

"No I think Y/n speaks the truth this time."

"Hey now Ominis what do you mean by 'this time'? Surely I always tell you and Sebastian the truth almost always."

All Ominis could do was sigh as Sebastian and I chatted about that day.

Some time later...

"Alright funs over let's settle this."

"Are you-"

"Watch out!"

Without warning, and also because he might be a little "under the weather", Sebastian fired a Bombarda followed by a very loud and quick Incendeo to attack.

"Sebastian hold on you're-"

"Oh god I almost got hit watch out Y/n!" I heard Ominis yell from behind a boulder

"Sorry! Expelliamus!"

Sebastian remained strong, despite what he had been drinking beforehand and continued his assault with Depulso's, Accio's, Bombarda's, and Levioso's.

"Do something or else I will drag both of you back to Hogwarts myself!" Ominis shouted at the top of his lungs

"I'm working on it!"

"How can I- Wait that's it!"

Spying a quick and easy thing to use, I pulled a small branch to me with Accio and sent it flying at Sebastian, knocking him down. All I heard was a groan of pain as he laid there defeated once more on the sand.

"Finally... now I can go back and study." I said picking up Sebastian's arm and flinging it over my shoulder

"Yeaahhh but that was fun... wasn't it?" Sebastian asked half drunk in my ear

All I could do was sigh since I knew he was going to try and do this again another time.

"Yeah... I had fun." I replied

First one done hope you enjoyed! I'll take requests now!

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #sebastian x reader #incorrect hogwarts quotes #hogwarts legacy sebastian #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #sebastian x mc #ominus gaunt

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okwritingandpain · 1 year ago

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Hogwarts Legacy: The Curse of The Ravenclaw House: Phineas Nigellus Black x Reader

Chapter 6: The Shadow

Cornelius stood in front of you and Black. His face twisted into a menacing smile.

"Wands at the ready everyone? Right, you don't have any, do you?" He laughed, aiming his wand at them. What were they going to do?

"What do you want with us?" You ask, your hands in the air. Cornelius gets close to you, uncomfortably close.

"I have searched for the longest time to find someone that holds the power of ancient magic. The keepers always told me that there were more like me and it seems I found one." He touched your face. Black glared at Cornelius, walking quickly towards them. He touched Cornelius shoulder. Blacks hand was batted away as he turned back to you. "You are extraordinary. Your power is of none I have ever seen. You and I are the same. Now we can finally prove to the world our worth."

"Our worth?" You repeat, stepping away from him. Black looked furious.

"Yes..." Cornelius trailed off as he looked at Black. "Some people believe that we are un-pure and damning." His wand began to spark.

"I cannot deny my family--"

"Crucio!" He snapped as Black shriveled on the floor. "They shall pay for their stupid beliefs!"

"No!" You yell as you barrel into him. The wands fell from his hand as you reached for your own. You felt the splinters of wood hit your fingers and a surge of magic flow in you. On the floor, you quickly turn around to face Cornelius. "Confringo!" He blasts backwards as you reach for Black's wand. "Arresto Momentum!" Cornelius froze for a second. You had to get Black out of there but you couldn't apparate in the castle...not to mention you didn't know how. You tried to lift the big oaf but he was heavier than you imagined. "Wingardium Levi--"

"Expelliarmus!" Cornelius snapped as you and Black's wands were struck out of your hands. You grabbed your wand back just in time.

"Bombardo!"

"Protego!"

"Depulso!" You scream, knocking him backwards. He hits the wall and his wand fell out of his hand. "Accio!" The wand races into your hand. You take a deep breath. Black sat up from the floor.

"Y/N!" He crawled over to you looking like a wild boar. "Kill him! Kill him now!"

"What?" You question as Black picks up his own wand. He stood up, walking over to the knocked out Cornelius.

"You shall die for your dishonor..." Black lifted his wand.

"Professor no!" You scream lunging forward. No one deserved such a punishment. They could send him to Azkaban they didn't need to do this. Suddenly, Cornelius' eyes opened. Before Black could even say the killing curse, Cornelius had lunged for his legs as they toppled over. They hit the wooden floor. You had fallen to the floor and Cornelius kicked you in the face. You felt blood run form your nose. Cornelius reached for Black's wand as he tried to pry it from his hands. You lift your own wand, but Cornelius had already grabbed hold of it. At the same time you both yell,

"Expelliarmus!" The wands flew from your hands and after that it was an all out war on the floor. Cornelius began to choke Black out. You stood up and jumped on top of him, pulling him to the floor. Black raised from the floor and crawled towards a wand. Cornelius grabbed his leg and pulled him backwards. You began to beat him with your fists, but he simply was stronger than you as he flipped you forward on top of Black. You both groaned and Black pushed you off him. Blood stained the front of your clothing and sleeves. Cornelius grabbed his wand and pointed it at them.

"Glacious!" He shouts as you and Black are frozen over. He stood up and walked over to you. "I look forward to our next visit." He smirked, leaving the room. You push yourself off the floor and run out of the restricted section. Looking around frantically, nothing was to be found. The librarian was looking at you like you were crazy. Black came fumbling out behind you.

"Y/N..." He gasped, placing a hand on your shoulder. You sighed as you looked at the floor. He got away and you should have stopped him. Why didn't you use your ancient magic? He could have been out in seconds...what if you had just killed him like Black said. "You're hurt. Let's get you to the Hospital Wing." You're on the verge of tears as Black guides you out of the library. It wouldn't be too long until word would get out about what happened. You wished to fall into a deep sleep and not wake up until Cornelius was gone. He had bested you and Black (Not Surprising) which brought a set of challenges and fears you rather would not have in your last year at Hogwarts. They do say that you should end you year with a bang, but that probably wasn't what they meant.

"What happened?" Nurse Blainey asked as you walked into the Hospital Wing. Her hands were on her hips and she shook her head in disappointment. "Don't tell me that you were both rough housing or being imbeciles." She rolled her eyes, guiding you to a bed.

"It's just a bloody nose ma'am I will be fine." You reassure, but she shakes her head.

"That's what they all say. Then they come running back saying their nose is on the verge of falling off!" She gives you a handkerchief. "It looks as if you have a few bruises too." She ordered you to dress down to your undergarments. She then brought out a tray of Bruisewort Balm. "You can stay here tonight if you would like. I asked Professor Black to fetch your night clothes."

"You asked Professor Black of all people?" You ask, confused.

"He was surprisingly eager." Blainey replies, giving you a cup of the Balm. You swallowed it...not a great taste. She takes it from you as she left the room to go to her office. Sure enough, a knock came on the door and in came Black. He looked embarrassed as he saw you. Of course, you hadn't realized you were in your undergarments in front of the Headmaster. You quickly got under the covers as he walked over to you. He put the night clothes on the beside table.

"Hi." You say quietly. He gives you a nervous smile in return.

"Professor Black! Thank you so much for bringing these to Miss L/N." Nurse Blainey returned from her office.

"Of course." He responds, giving you a smirk. You blush.

"Let's get to bed now, Miss L/N." Blainey motioned for Black to leave. He looked at you one more time before exiting the room. What were you going to do? Cornelius was still out there and he wanted to talk to you again. Black was being hunted and now you and him were forced to be together...it just was starting to feel normal. Which is something you had never expected in your entire life, but yet here you were. You decided to sleep on it all. Changing into your night clothes, you laid your head on the pillow and waited for sleep to come to you.

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Purity, Pears and Hot Chocolate

Okay everyone here is Part 10 of Opposites are a perfect match. There is a bit of Leander in this one, but he isn't as bad, I promise! Hope you enjoy!

Up until now, Rosaline had been able to avoid pureblood politics whilst attending Hogwarts. It was quite refreshing, because while avoided in polite company, it nearly bled through the walls of Beauxbatons, and being of mere political lineage, daily goings-on could suddenly morph into battles fought with silver tongues and won with public humiliation on the turn of a pretty phrase. The pureblooded students here were known, and often ran in their own circle, but never was Rosaline accosted by higher status purebloods with thoughts on her lineage, and lower status purebloods damning her family for its occasional case of inter-family marriage.

Her great-grandparents were distant cousins.

There had been the one moment with Leander, but nothing nearly so blatant had occurred, until today, when Rosaline spotted a Slytherin duo very obviously wailed on a younger student. She couldn’t hear what was being said, and just as she came into hearing range, the taller Slytherin boy set the Hufflepuff student’s book aflame.

“My book!” the younger boy said, furiously hopping from one foot to the other, hands shaking in front of him as he panicked.

“Glacious!” an unmistakable haughty voice called, and a layer of inch-thick ice doused the fire but froze the tome itself to the cold marble floor.

“We’re sorry, Headmaster!” the girl said, a bit of a trembling in her voice.

“Well?” the Headmaster demanded, arms folded behind his back and signature sneer smeared over his face.

“He’s a half-blood, sir?” The boy cried, pointing back towards where the young Hufflepuff was uselessly prying at the edge of the ice. Headmaster Black raised an eyebrow, considering the moment before huffing.

“Risking my reputation for such trivial nonsense!” Black exclaimed, as though he had any reputation left to be ruined in the first place. He levelled the two Slytherins with a shining glare. “The wise rabbit need not seek to outrun the tortoise! It isn’t necessary. Now go!” The Slytherins quickly turned and jogged down the stairs with “of course, Sir” and Thank you, Sir” tumbling from their lips as they went.

Now Black locked his gaze on the Hufflepuff, his glare darkening from mild annoyance to true, unbridled aggression. “And you!” he admonished, voice sharp enough that the boy flinched where he kneeled next to his ruined textbook, “Stay out of the way.” He then proceeded to walk past the student and down the stairs, students backing out of his moving path.

Rosaline watched him go, an obvious air of satisfaction swirling about him as he moved on with whatever his nightly plans were. Once he had rounded the corner, with no obvious intention to return, she knelt next to the Hufflepuff boy and placed a hand on his shoulder. His ears were flushed pink, poking out between strands of dark hair. He trembled. Rosaline lit the end of her wand with the glow of ambient heat, hovering it over the ice so it would melt away.

“Here,” She said, holding the slightly damp, second year Transfiguration Textbook out to the boy, who darted out of Rosaline’s grip upon noticing the deep green of her blazer. Rosaline just smiled gently and tilted her head towards the proffered book. “If you tell Professor Weasley what happened, she’ll understand. And… for what it’s worth, I’m sorry.”

The boy hesitated for a moment before taking the book and tucking it close to his chest, “Thank you,” he said, his eyes darting around anxiously.

“Where were you headed? I can take you there— if you want.” Rosaline offered, gentle smile still in place, hands clasped behind her.

“I- I was going back to the common room, but it’s pretty far,” The boy replied, scuffing at the floor with his shoe.

“That’s alright, I don’t mind,” Rosaline said, inviting him to take the lead by a couple of steps. “Sorry, I don’t know the way. I haven’t been to that part of the castle yet.”

“Right!” the boy turned to look at her, “You’re the new fifth year, right?”

“Rosaline,” she replied, holding her hand out, “I transferred.”

“I’m Victor, Victor Perrins.” Victor returned her greeting and the two shared a slightly awkward walking handshake.

The two chatted as they walked out of the Astronomy tower. Victor, it turns out, was quite a Transfiguration prodigy. He was actually a first-year, but a combination of intense at-home study and plain-as-day talent for the subject allowed him to study some more advanced techniques. Apparently seeing a first-year half-blood excelling where they struggled seemed to irritate the second-year Slytherins, all culminating to some terrible bouts of bullying.

“It’s not usually this bad,” The boy said with a sigh as they rounded a corner towards a spiral staircase, wrought iron swirls following the curves as it descended further into the castle. Here, they nearly bumped directly into Garreth and Leander, who were nearly jogging, jostling each other as they hurried towards the stairs.

Garreth noticed the pair first, “Oh, hi Rosaline!” he called, stopping so suddenly that Leander smacked into him from behind. “Hey Victor. What are you guys doing here?” The silent together lingered on Garreth’s inquiry, a barely noticeable slip of composure.

“Ah,” Rosaline laid a hand on Victor’s shoulder, “I was just escorting our mutual friend to the Hufflepuff Common Room.”

“The second-years again,” Victor replied at the same time, and burst into giggles as Rosaline tried to brush over his ordeal. “It’s alright, they know. Leander’s my cousin.”

“Oh,” Rosaline said, sending a wry smile Leander’s way over Victor’s head, “I see.” Leander’s face was pink as he approached and stepped into Rosaline’s place, while she stepped to stand next to Garreth.

Leander checked in with his younger cousin as the group descended the stairs, asking all of the standard questions; what happened? When? By whom? Victor brushed off most of his cousin’s concern and was laughing along with something Leander had said when they arrived in a small, warm corridor. Huge wooden barrels were stored against the dense, exposed brick, and it was before one of these barrels they stopped. The Hufflepuff wished everyone goodbye, and thanked Rosaline one more time, before knocking the front of it in a lyrical pattern. The front swung open wide, revealing the warm light of the Hufflepuff common room. Victor waved once more and disappeared inside, the door swinging shut quickly behind him.

“Wow!” Rosaline said, taking a half step forward, before a large, warm hand gripped her wrist.

“I wouldn’t,” Garreth warned.

“Why not?” Rosaline asked, though she returned to where she had been standing, a few healthy feet away.

“Get too close and it’ll spray you with cold vinegar, if you’re not a Puff,” Garreth explained, disgust clear on his face genuine enough to make Rosaline believe Garreth knew from experience just how cold and how pungent the Hufflepuff Barrel’s vinegar truly was. She followed Garreth as he walked a large arc around it. Leander was already further down the hall, a brisk pace to his step.

“Where is he off to, in such a hurry?” Rosaline asked with a prescribed interest. She did not want Garreth to think she was being condescending, given her past with his friend.

“Ah, that would be the kitchens,” Garreth said, a boyish grin overtaking his face, clear excitement lighting his eyes a shade lighter—jade carvings in the morning sun. “One of the school’s more poorly kept secrets.” He jogged a couple steps to catch up with Leander, placing a hand on the other boy’s shoulder, waving Rosaline closer as he did so.

They were stood in front a large painting, a beautiful still life of a silver, tiered serving bowl, overwhelmed by sumptuous amounts of fruits. Shiny red grapes spilled over the lip, tumbling down in tangles, bright pink and inky black berries were snuggled next to a pile of blush peaches, and in the middle, a perfectly plump pear, pinky bottom fading away to a bright green near the stem, which curved just so.

“Watch this, “Garreth said, leaning over her shoulder, wand pointed towards the painting. “Rictusempra!” the tickle charm collided with the pear, and Rosaline swore she could the faintest giggling as it transformed into a large green doorknob. Rosaline looked over her shoulder to find he was already gazing at her, a soft smile pulling at his lips, just the lightest dusting of pink deepening the color of his freckles. Now, in the shade of their bodies, his eyes were darker than the emerald on her mother’s favorite necklace, and just as shining. With a tilt of his head, he encouraged her towards the magically revealed door, grin brightening with renewed mirth.

With a smirk of her own, Rosaline turned the knob, ducking her head to step into the secret room. The sight of high, vaulted ceilings, impossibly high and lit with hundreds of floating candles, and a few lanterns suspended in thin air, and four long tables spread across the floor turned Rosaline’s smirk into a baffled smile, a giggle of disbelief bubbling up from her lungs.

“It’s huge!” she gasped, stepping into the room so she wasn’t bowled over by Leander who was becoming impatient, if the tapping of his shoes against the stone floor was any indication. Leander pushed past her into the kitchen proper, gaining the attention of a few house elves that were running about, platters and dinnerware and cutlery in their hands.

“Ah!” one of them exclaimed, “Hello again Master Prewett, Master Weasley!” the small elf unceremoniously dumped his try onto a long counter, a sink at the end of it was charmed, it seemed, and was furiously washing, rinsing, and drying the dishes simultaneously.

“Hello Teap,” Leander greeted, looking around the tables and counters, apparently in search of something. “You wouldn’t happen to have any treacle tarts on hand, would you?”

The elf hummed, stroking a few straggly hairs poking out from his chin, “I don’t think so, but Teap can certainly whip some up!” And then the house elf was off, a flurry of activity as he contentedly gathered ingredients for treacle tarts.

Another elf approached Garreth and Rosaline, a bit shyer in demeanor, hands tangled in the hem of her makeshift sack-dress. “I’m Dossy,” she greeted, voice high pitched and tinkling, “Can Dossy help you tonight?”

“Hello Dossy,” Garreth said, bending at his knees and offering the house elf his hand, “I am Garreth Weasley, and this is my friend Rosaline Wintrell.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Dossy,” Rosaline said, also extending her hand. Dossy took her hand and shook it lightly, a disbelieving smile growing on her face.

“The pleasure is Dossy’s” she replied, “Can I make anything for you tonight? A tart or pudding perhaps?”

“Hm,” Garreth hummed, hand coming to rest on his chin, “seems a bit heavy for my taste. Perhaps an apple with a little sugar instead?”

Dossy nodded and stopped another elf passing by to have them start on the snack. “And for you, miss?” she inquired, warm face lifted to look at Rosaline.

“I’m sorry,” the Slytherin witch replied, a bit embarrassed, “I’m afraid I’m not quite hungry at the moment.”

“That’s alright!” Dossy said with a smile, “If you like, Dossy can get you a cup of hot chocolate. It’s a popular late-night treat, and if Dossy says so herself, Dossy’s hot chocolate is quite delicious!”

“It’s true!” the unknown voice of another kitchen elf yelled. Garreth laughed and Rosaline couldn’t help but chuckle along with the genuine mirth in his voice.

“That sounds lovely, Dossy,” Rosaline replied and with a bit of a hop in her step, the house elf scurried away. She stood with Garreth in silence for a moment, simply happy to watch the nighttime bustling of the kitchens.

“We’ll have to come back once exam season kicks up,” Garreth said, tilting his head. “Curfew is extended, for indoor study areas at least, and the elves often pack baskets of study treats to keep everyone happy and motivated.”

“I look forward to it,” Rosaline said.

“Me too,” Garreth replied, but then his face twisted up in a grimace. “At least, I look forward to studying and late-night treats. Not exams.” A boyish shudder passed over Garreth and Rosaline giggled. The sound had Garreth looking at Rosaline’s smiling face, dark, depthless eyes crinkled with delight, and a bit of heat rising in his cheeks.

“I don’t think anyone looks forward to exams,” Leander said, rejoining them with a palm sized treacle tart wrapped with cloth in his hand. It wasn’t long before Dossy returned with a bowl of sugared apple slices and a mug of hot chocolate.

“It’s a bit hot,” Dossy supplied at Rosaline took the ceramic mug carefully, “Dossy suggests letting it cool a bit before trying it. But…” Dossy seemed to turn shy again and she looked up at Rosaline with a hesitant smile, “Dossy would be glad if Miss Wintrell would tell Dossy how it tastes when she can.”

“I’d be happy to,” Rosaline said with a tilt of her head, “Thank you for your help, Dossy.”

“Miss Wintrell is most welcome!”

The three students hurried back out into the hall and back towards the grand staircase. It wasn’t a long walk before the two Gryffindors had to part ways with the Slytherin, they were heading up the moving stairs, she was going down.

“Thank you, for helping my cousin,” Leander said stiffly, nodded his head and swiftly swept up the stairs, treacle tart held gently in his hand. Garreth and Rosaline lingered, the Gryffindor boy scuffing the floor with the toe of his loafer.

“Thank you for showing me the kitchens,” Rosaline whispered, pulling a bit of hair behind her ear.

“I was happy to,” Garreth said with a smile, “Anytime you need a late-night snack, count me in!”

Rosaline huffed a quiet laugh, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

The two bid each other goodnight and parted ways, Rosaline descending into the dark, cool dungeons and slipping through the common room into her dorm. Imelda was already asleep, eye mask covering her eyes, snores dripping from her slightly parted mouth. Her other roommates were still gone. Nerida often spent evenings by the boathouse, and the other, Grace likely charting the stars in the astronomy tower until well past curfew.

Rosaline quickly threw on her nightdress, a simple cotton shift with some ruffling around the knees and lace detailing around the collar, a pair of thick woolen socks, and a chunky knotted cardigan. She climbed into bed then, content to stare out the window by her bed into the dark abyss of the black lake, hot chocolate in hand. She smiled as she sipped the now drinkable beverage, smooth creamy chocolate bouncing happily on her tongue and just the slightest bit of mint to compliment.

After draining the mug, a slight sleepy stupor overtook Rosaline, and she very quickly settled herself under the blankets, blinking lazily and planning to send a handwritten thank you note to Dossy for her delicious hot chocolate in the morning.

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