#hell yeah merlin is a menace

[afkhowstrange]

Did i ever tell you that i gave Merlin the right to take any lives and will not be charged with murder yet?

Well now you know.

“All acts made by the Magister Supreme won’t be considered as crimes no matter how serious they are, every decision the Great Merlin makes is for the good of Esperia.” Is written in the law of Lightbearer Empire.

I believe the Celestials only take Dura’s orders, Merlin is Dura’s most powerful pawn so they don’t have the right to punish her either, unless Dura says otherwise…

This is more like a burden than the purge 24/7 tbh, even though Rose wouldn’t be punished, the people of Esperia will judge her based on her actions. Plus, other factions don’t abide this law.

[lifeonawhim]

"♡Welcome back♡"

Pairing- Barty Crouch Jr. ×slytherin! reader

Warnings- Smut, knife play if you squint, Barty is a warning in himself 🙄, slapping (not him), readers lowkey a brat (as she should), theyre fwb?

An- I suck at writing probably and suck even more at smut but deal with it, please? Love you

Also not proofread x lowkey sucks

Summary- Poor menace baby missed you :(

You sigh in annoyance as you step into the hogwarts express. Where the fuck was he? Barty had told you he'd meet you at the 9¾ platform and you'd looked for him, like a stupid child, carrying all your heavy luggage in your search for him.

After 20 minutes of freezing your ass off, you'd gained a semblance of your spine back and you ground your teeth together as you decided to board the train with your other friends.

James had decided to take your luggage off your hands, you showed your gratitude to him with a hug. He was so much nicer than fucking Barty, you thought. He invited you to sit with him and his friends and you'd accepted gladly- sneaking into the gryffindor lobby's cabin, since houses weren't usually allowed to intermingle on the train due to some brawls that could break out but usually everyone ignored that. You sat chatting with the marauders, laughing and finding pleasant company in them.

You excused yourself to use the loo, and check on your slytherin friends too. You entered the slytherin lobby, peeking discreetly inside all the cabins, the ones which didn't have the curtains drawn on the inside, hoping for a glance of him, annoyed as you were. You didn't find him, to your fucking dismay. Annoyed as hell, you turn to go back to the gryffindor lobby.

But.

A hand yanks you inside a lobby. You groan hard as you bump into a firm chest. You look up, hand grasping for your wand, to hex whoever the hell had pulled you in.

"Not so fast, sweetheart" you hear him before you see him. You push away as your heart flutters. "What the fuck, Barty?" You say, narrowed gaze at him. He has the deceny to wince a little. "Dont be like that gorgeous, I got held up" he says rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah well fuck right off" you say as you turn on your boots and start to leave when he pulls you right back from the back of your neck, his grip gentle but firm. "I'll make it up to you darling, you know I do" he says, gaze locked on you. He doesnt wait for a response. Good for him because it worked. He kissed you- hard. He slips his tongue in your mouth, hand snaking around your waist as he backed you to the berth of the cabin.

"I dont have time, I have to get back and plus that trolley lady will be here in like any time-" you mumble against his lips. "I'll make it quick. Please I'll make it good for you" barty whispers desperately and you knew he would, having done this before countless times.

He sits himself on the berth and pulls you down to straddle him. Barty's hands slide down from your hips to your thighs, his grip tightening as he positions you on him. He kisses down your neck, sucking harshly, leaving beautiful spots of purple and blue along your once smooth skin.

He pushes your skirt up and your fleece tights down, his hand fiddles with your panties before he growls and reaches into his pockets- and takes out a pocket knife and slashes your panties as you gasp. "What the FUCK?" You mutter, you'd make HIM walk without his goddam boxers in this weather too you think to yourself before going along with it. "Sorry baby, took too much time" he groans impatiently as he quickly unbuckles his own goddamn pants and his cock springs out. You cannot fcking believe how much you missed it but it mustve shown on your face because Barty chuckles "Aww baby, I missed you too" he says before he lines it with your entrance and whine escapes you as Barty tenses underneath you. "For merlin's sake, what the hell are you waiting for?" You grit out and he responds with pushing himself in.

Shit. You both groan as you feel the stretch and he feels you. He hisses and his grip on your waist tightens. "Can I move?" He whispers to you and you nod, desperately. He doesnt need more- as he thrusts into you, hard and instantly clamps a hand over your mouth. "Sorry love, didnt mean to go so rough" he says unapologetically as he continues grinding into you. You throw your head back and arch your back as you feel him pumping in and out of you.

"Fuck Barty" you whine out and he nods. "I know love, I know" he whispers against your breasts, kissing them softly as he goes harder. Your thighs tighten around his torso as you grip his shoulders. He kissed you harshly and sloppily, savouring it while he thrusts up into you hardly.

"Stop kissing me like a dog" you moan out roughly and he punishes you with a particularly harsh thrust against your cervix. "I'll kiss you how I damn want" he growls as he kisses you harder.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck" he chants in a whisper as his hips rock against you in short, sharp movements. His fingers come down to your clit- and Oh. You cry out, unable to help yourself. His fingers move against you in deliberate circles and he coos at you. "Such a dumb girl now, arent you?" He says softly, mocking. He strokes your clit softly as his thrusts are the opposite- hard and grinding into you.

You hear a knock on the cabin "Dear, will you like something to eat?" The woman with trolley asks and your eyes widen as you try to get up and barty pushes you down and puts his hand on your mouth. You shake my head, frantically and he pushes the tip of his knife into your jugular. "No baby, you just sit right here, ill take care of it" he says softly and he grabs your ass with his other hand and guides you to ride him.

"Yeah no thanks mam, we're good here" he says out and you thank the gods for the cabin curtains. You hear her trolly go past and sigh in relief. "There you go, such a good girl for me. You liked that didnt you, dirty girl? I felt you baby" he says as he pushes his knife a little harder and you moan. You yank his knife away and slap him. "Dont fuck with me. Do what you're here for" You mutter harshly and he moans, pumping up harder into you. "You're mean" he gasps out as you feel his cock twitch inside of you, a vein throbbing . You grind my hips down to match his rhythm and his shoves his fingers down your mouth and keeps them there for a second before dipping down to your clit. "Come for me please, come with me" he moans out as he frantically pushes into you, desperate for his release. "Please please sweet girl, come for me" he begs against your tits and you moan softly, clenching down on him as your orgasm washes over you and he moans into your tits too as he gives another thrusts before you feel his warmth in you. He continues to ride out your orgasm together before shuddering. Your thighs shake as you get off his lap and breath heavy.

"Bloody hell, fucked me so good I almost said I love you" you whisper out to him. And he snickers loudly.

"Call me sweet girl again. Only when youre in me though, it definitely got me there" you say dryly.

Barty, his lips tugging into a lazy, satisfied smile, raises an eyebrow. "Did it now, huh?" he muses.

He reaches out to cup your chin in his hand, his thumb brushing across your skin.

"I guess I'll have to file that one away for future use then," he says with a chuckle.

"I have to go Barty" you say sighing as you fix the rest of your clothing and he nods with a smirk. "I know, run back to your little marauders." He says with a mocking tone.

You glare at him. "You ditched me, bitch" and his eyes soften as he grabs your hand. "Didn't" he says.

"Did" you retort.

He lets out an annoyed sigh. "I forgot to grab this." And he passes the knife into my hands, a beautiful pocket knife of silver and serpentine engraving in it.

"For you" he says quietly and you look at him.

You lean down and peck his lips. "Arent you the sweetest?" You say and then smile to him- genuinely. "Thank you, its beautiful" you say and he smiles, his entire face brightens up.

"Catch you later, junior" you say slyly and he winks at you before you grab some of his candy exit his cabin

[gd-dollopole]

Ufffff😮‍💨this is too good. I love it and I love the angst that would come out of this.

Definitely big brained🤝

I just find it so interesting that canonically merthur can not hate each other. They seem also they never be able to fully live if the other is far away.

Just, this is the perfect set up fot extremely dark and toxic romance.

Like imagine : Merlin and Arthur being from enemy kingdom who are at war. They both killed countless of loved one of the other mentor, friend, lover, family,... But they can't stay away. It's like a drug Arthur needs to see Merlin, Merlin needs to see Arthur. They go out in the middle of the night, they fight, they kick, but they can never give the fatal blow. They hold each other so tightly you could never know where one begins and where the other end. They scream 'I hate you, I hate you, I hate you so much' and yet, between kisses they whisper 'I hate you, I hate you, I love you, goddess, I love you so much"

When Merlin's kingdom manage to take Uther's castle, they make love on the bloody floor. They run their bloody finger in each other hair, pulling on them so hard you could wonder how they manage to never break their kiss. Merlin takes, takes and takes. Spreading blood on Arthur's flanks, pushing him on the cold floor. Arthur fights, fights and fights. Pushing back, searching for a sword but when he find one he barely put it on Merlin’s neck before throwing it away and taking merlin in a crushing embrace.

When Arthur will take back his Castle, when Merlin will lose his and take it back again. When they will have made each other king by turning rivers red. Maybe they will find a different love or maybe they won't. It doesn't matter, as for now, their kisses have only one taste, blood and war.

[shadowbriar]

Regulus Black ‐ Jasmine, Lavender, and Poppy

Pairing : Regulus Black x (she/her) Reader Word Count : 0.6k Warning : Nothing, just pure fluff. Synopsis : Regulus made sure that she would never forget his scent ever again. Notes : My first blurb. Should I make more of these? If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕  

She remembers his scent well. That very special smell of oud and leather, something that portrays luxury and obscurity. Something that feels like home. Something that screams him— Regulus Arcturus Black.

But poking on Regulus has always been one of her most favourite things to do. Even before they were romantic, teasing him has always been second nature for her. His reactions have always brought her bliss. Their harmless banter is what fuels their day and it feels like the perfect time for her to pull the first taunt of the day.

"I don't smell you from the Amortentia," She lied, teasing her boyfriend whose brows are now pinched high from the offensive words she spilled "I smelled cinnamon, wet grass, and linen."

"Bullshit, I smelled you. There's no way you smelled someone else."

Shs shrugs, closing her textbook that hasn't been read ever since they entered the library, "Maybe you smelled wrong."

"I'm never wrong about these kinds of things."

"Yeah?" She challenges, propping her chin in the palm of her hand "What did you smell?"

"I smelled jasmine, lavender, and poppy."

"That doesn't smell like me. You're just listing random flowers."

Regulus raised an eyebrow, "Your perfume's base is jasmine. You drop a few lavender oil to your seal wax on all of our letters. Your garden is filled with poppies. You are jasmine, lavender, and poppy."

A smile blooms on her face. It was one thing to be satisfied by teasing your boyfriend and another to have him spelling the little details of you. Regulus has always been the observant party of the two, she just never realised how much of her he's taking notes of.

"Also, Love, your house is always decorated with those three flowers on every corner. You are what I smelled from Amortentia. You are my soulmate."

"Well, no one said Amortentia smells like your soulmate. They say it smells like someone you're attracted to so maybe that's why." She continues her scheme, concealing her blooming heart "Maybe I'm attracted to someone else now."

Regulus' brows rose higher, looking even more appalled at her words, "Are you being serious right now?"

She shrugs.

Regulus stood from his seat. Perhaps teasing him in the library when they're the last people there wasn't such a brilliant idea. Merlin knows what he might do now. Regulus might be a calm and collected person but wrong poke and you'll wake the fury inside him.

She started to inch away, pushing her seat back until it hit the wall, giving her no other space to escape. Regulus kneeled down, levelling to her eye level and eyes her deeply. His brows were still knitted in displease but his eyes were soft. Her plan to keep an aloof expression has evidently failed as a playful smile cracks on her lips, anticipating for his next move whilst praying that he wasn't genuinely angry.

"You're a menace." He says before kissing her.

Regulus pulled her chair closer, locking her in place as he put his hands on her sides. It wasn't like she's planning to leave, anyway. No one in their right mind would want to go when they're being kissed by him, especially with such an intimate and asserting position.

One hell of a man, Regulus is.

A victorious smile was plastered on her face when they pulled away. It was a short kiss. Just enough for him to prove to her just how wrong she is about the scents she's attracted to. Regulus knew that she was lying, that she was just trying to get his reaction, yet he complied with her charade anyway.

Regulus now stands from his position. He took off his robe, tossing it carelessly to the seat he occupied a couple minutes ago. He then takes off his jumper, making her cheeks burn from the sight. He surely knows how to keep her around.

"The library might not give you the best privacy if you're planning to go nude, Love." She comments.

Regulus rolls his eyes, handing her his jumper, "Wear it."

"Why?"

"So you won't ever forget my scent again."

[perciverthoughts]

The thing about Percy is, he’s really not half as perfect as he pretends to be.

“Fuck,” Penny says, wrenching open the window because she’s also not as perfect as she pretends to be, “give me that, will you?”

She snatches the freshly lit cigarette out of his hand before he can even take a puff, sucking on it desperately.

“Oi,” he protests, and she rolls her eyes but hands it back to him as she blows the lungful of smoke out the open window.

He places it between his lips, ignoring the slight oily taste from Penny’s lipgloss on it, just as desperate for the nicotine as she is. 

They really shouldn’t be doing this, and there will be hell to pay if Flitwick or the heads catch them- they’re prefects after all, and he had to give Danny Maslow detention just last week for doing the very same thing- but he also doesn’t care. He needs this. Merlin, nicotine is half the reason he gets through rounds some days without committing murder or having a breakdown, and after the meeting they just had he feels close to both.

Besides, Penny’s muggle cigarettes are so much smoother than any wizarding smoking device he’s ever tried.

“Fuck,” Penny repeats, because she swears like a goddamn sailor anytime she isn’t in front of the professors or busy being a prefect, “that was brutal.”

“Yeah.” Percy agrees, because holy shit it was.

She makes a grab for the cig and he dances out of reach, knowing what most people don’t: that underneath her carefully arranged curls and polished facade Penelope Clearwater is an absolute menace. 

“Get your own!”

“Who gave you that in the first place, hm?” Penny demands acerbically, but takes out her own pack all the same, along with a muggle lighter because she never quite got used to using a fire charm. “Fucking ingrate.”

“I resent that.” Percy informs her loftily.

“You should.”

He holds his nose up a second longer before he relaxes into a grin, the kind only a few people can draw out of him.

“Seriously though,” She returns to the matter at hand, done feigning her annoyance, “If I have to sit through another fucking meeting listening to Lucretia Hammond prattle on about ‘team unity’ and ‘presenting a united front’ I’m gonna be unified from azkaban when I kill her.”

Lucretia Hammond was the manically bubbly head girl, a seventh year ravenclaw whose caffeine intake could rival that of a healer working double shifts. With the rumours of the chamber of secrets floating around and the fact that half the school seemed ready to duel at a moments notice, she, along with her head boy sidekick Brodie Sangton, felt the need to remind the prefects to be good role models. Apparently, that meant doing an hour and half of team building exercises and messing up the rounds schedules so no one could patrol with their friends. 

“Maybe that was her actual plan all along,” Percy muses, “unite us all in our hatred for her.”

If that was actually the motivation behind it, even Percy has to admit it was kind of brilliant. He’s pretty sure if he asked anyone right now who’d sat through that bloody seminar to help him murder Lucretia and get away with it, they’d accept- and that was saying something considering Zafrina Rosier hadn’t even pretended that dropping him during trust falls was an accident.

“I wish I could believe that,” Penny sighs, “but she’s really not that smart.”

“Penelope Clearwater,” he gasps mockingly, “how could you say something so cruel? After what we just learned about kindness and unity going hand in hand-”

He jumps out of the way before she can smack him, cackling. 

“Bastard,” she grins, “you know I’m right.”

She is, is the problem. Lucretia Hammond could not be less suited to her job if she tried, and most days Percy is convinced she is trying. He has yet to figure out why Dumbledore appointed the Head Girl he did, because he’s sure there must have been a reason. There has to be, because no one in their right mind would put Lucretia Hammond in charge of anything unless they knew something about her most people don’t.

“Unfortunately, yes. Maybe if we hold a vote of no confidence we could impeach her.”

“This early in the term?” Penny blows a smoke ring, hopping up on the windowsill and kicking her legs like a child, “As first year prefects? McGonagall would say we haven’t given her a chance, and we’d be the ones with targets on our backs. Besides, something tells me Lucretia will hang herself soon enough without us needing to do anything.”

She blows another smoke ring, flicking her wand until the grey cloud twists into the shape of a jellyfish.

“Y’know, the whole point of opening the window was so that the whole room wouldn’t smell like smoke.”

Penny rolls her eyes. 

“Unlike you, I know how to do a refreshment charm so I don’t really need to worry about that.”

“Damn. Low blow.”

“Boo hoo, get over it.”

“Whatever,” he huffs, stubbing out his cigarette and vanishing it, “I gotta go, I’ve got an appointment.”

“Oh, is that what you’re calling snogging your boyfriend in the library now?”

Percy blushes. 

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“No comeback for the snogging thing, huh?”

“Oliver,” he grits, “is-”

“-the love of your poor gay life, yes, we’re aware.”

“Oliver,” he repeats, purposely ignoring his best friend’s untrue insinuations, “is just a friend.”

“Right, of course,” Penny schools her face into something almost neutral, “just a friend.”

“Precisely.”

“...a friend you really want to snog senseless though. Like, you’re aware that you very much want to do that, right?”

“Oh fuck off!” 

He starts towards the door and Penny cackles.

“You didn’t deny it!” She calls after his retreating back, and he offers her a two finger salute before he steps into the hallway, smoothing his robes and straightening his hair.

After all, he needs to look his best for his study session with Oliver, because he isn’t as perfect as he pretends he is and because Penny is right.

He really does want to snog Oliver Wood senseless. 

[bunnybird-afk]

i actually have a few ideas in mind for a modern au for the graveborns :D

Niru

• A military doctor (based on his lore) that constantly works day in and day out, becoming the dad who went to get the milk (body counts) to the point where he just sleeps at the hospital if so desired.

• He's also obsessed with the anatomies of a human body to the point where he had intrusive thoughts of wanting to.. 'inspect' on it more

Viperian

• Goes by Victor in this AU, a college professor who teaches biology/chemistry for foundation students, you could say that he's very great at explaining the concepts as he goes VERY into details, which makes him one of the profs that the students go for if they have any questions, despite his creepy appearance

• Little did they know that he has been having a secret past time of kidnapping people and experiments on them at midnight... (He also does this with Niru when they got the time, theyre practically besties)

Cecia

• An opera singer (based on her beta lore) that went viral on socials due to her beautiful voice and pretty appearance, guys and gals would be head over heels for her, if she were to be in any opera stages, tickets would sold out quickly

• Though, she's kinda a brat, she's too arrogant to the point where she would mistreat her butler, Mr. Carlyle (not that he mind, he's devoted to her) and takes her fans for granted

Ludovic

• Rich man in Whiteridge, holding a high title as he owns the place, fancy clothed, looks very serious and stern, with a hint of sadness in his eyes

• Though that sadness goes away when you see him painting a very beautiful landscape or portrait based on his self-grown flower field and his family... He looks the happiest in there. He would also give flowers occasionally to his people! Ah, such a great heart at a young age

(Also he's the type of person to watch a streamer/hear music while painting I don't make the rules)

Igor

• Works as a daycare attendant (and a good one at that) since he likes to play with children, the other workers there said that he has a himbo energy when they met him, his mind may be empty but his care for the children is very devoted. Their first impression of him is quite different though,,, (they crapped themselves seeing him because of how ridiculously tall he is + he has a menacing look)

• At night I'd imagine he'd become a faceless streamer (based on Ranboo), where he'd engage in horror content and silly goofy games, might also chat about funny things that happened during his life. (And yes his Vtuber is a zombie knight like in AFKJ. Again i dont make the rules)

Yeah that's all I could think off atm, i'll write the other characters if I got time

I love the idea of the graveborn nobles lowkey being from like, old money families. Especially Cecia, Thoran and Ludovic.

Also, if this was a mystery thriller/dating sim like the arcana, bodies going missing from morgues and hospitals would be one hell of a plot point. Especially if we work with @twilight-melodys lore about Hogan being a former FBI agent and Valen being his subordinate. Like imagine Hogan asking his old friend (former work partner?) for help investigating a case because he can't actually get involved in an official capacity but he trusts their abilities.

Cue Merlin and Valen investigating and realizing that this conspiracy goes way deeper than they initially thought. The local Forestry Department (the Wilders) reporting weird things happening to the local fauna, some Maulers going missing inexplicably, the local gang boss (Sonja) coming forward about what happened to her sister, and realizing the corruption that runs deep in the towns upper-class socialite society. You could go absolutely insane with this idea. At that point a romance sub-plot is probably the least of Merlin's worries (though personally I'm going a little feral over the idea of Valen in an FBI uniform).

Also, love the idea of Igor just minding his own damn business and not getting involved with all the drama. Hydrated (he's a gamer so probably not) , staying in his lane and thriving, as it should be.

[mxltifxnd0m]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐭

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Summary: You get dragged into a broom closet with your least favorite person

Pairings: Sirius Black x Slytherin fem! Reader

Words: 4.7K

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Warnings: angst, dw there’s fluff at the end, suggestive themes, Sirius being a cheeky little shit, foul language, Walburga Black

Flashbacks will be in bold

A/N: I’ve had this idea in my head for a while but haven't had the time to write it. I also didn’t expect this fic to be a long one so enjoy!

𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

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“Oh Merlin, please give me strength,” you murmured to yourself.

“Oh, come on, I’m not that bad l/n”, Sirius says smirking as he arrives in front of McGonagall’s classroom.

You had landed in detention with Sirius after he had insulted your friend for being a “slimy snake.” and “future death eater.” So you did what any person would do when your friend gets insulted, you hexed him. But then it had led to a duel in the corridor the both of you were in and it only stopped when McGonagall had turned the corner and disarmed the both of you.

So now, here were you and Sirius, outside of McGonagall’s classroom waiting for her to let you and Sirius in and to serve out detention.

“Black, you’re a menace to this school.” you sneer at Sirius

“Woah,” Sirius raises his hands in defense, “No need for hostility, just trying to make conversation.”

You roll your eyes, “If you couldn’t tell Black, I’m not in the mood for you and your big mouth.”

“Well, I know plenty of people that love my big mouth.” Sirius boasts.

“And I’m not one of your little fangirls that do or any of the ones that sleep with you.”

“Oh, you wish you had the chance to shag me.”

“Do I seem that desperate to jump your bones?”

Sirius goes to answer, “Don’t answer, it was a rhetorical question,” you interrupt.

McGonagall finally opens the door and you enter the classroom quickly to get away from Sirius and get this detention over and done with so you can go back to the comfort of your dorm room.

“Minnie! It feels like it’s been forever since I’ve seen you.”

“Don’t call me that Mr. Black.”

“Professor, I hope you had a good day and sorry that you have to deal with Black in your own house and classroom daily.”

“Well, it is the job Miss l/n,” McGonagall says with a slight smile on her face.

Sirius looks between the two of you incredulously, thinking how in the hell McGonagall has a soft spot for you, a Slytherin at that.

“Well, I had certainly expected Mr. Black to find himself in a duel.” An indignant hey comes from Sirius. “But I did not expect to be you Miss l/n on the other side of the duel.”

“Hey! It isn’t my fault she decided to hex me first, I just defended myself.”

“You were the one who insulted my friend.”

You start to bicker with Sirius, inching closer and closer to each other with each remark you throw at each other. Both of you won’t stop until either of you get the last word. The both of you forget that McGonagall is there and keep creeping closer and closer until your noses are almost touching. McGonagall clears her throat, reminding you guys that he was still there. Realizing how close the two of you were to each other, you both take a step back and face McGonagall with both of your faces flushed with heat.

“Now the two of you are done bickering, you can clean the classroom but with no magic,” McGonagall tells the two of you before leaving the classroom to her office.

Once she leaves the classroom, you immediately get to work since you don’t want to spend another moment in the presence of the raven-haired marauder in the room. The two of you work in silence until Sirius breaks it.

“So y/n/n…”

“Don’t call me that.” You snap at Sirius.

“You used to love that nickname when we were younger.”

“Yeah I did, the keyword in that sentence is USED TO, Black. Only my friends are allowed to call me that.”

“So my brother is included in the group of friends,” Sirius says disdainfully.

“Yes, unlike you, we stuck by each other even after you left the both of us.” You tell Sirius with bitterness laced in your tone.

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Flashback to First Year

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As you are clutching Sirius’s hand walking through the station of King’s Cross. Before you board the train, your dad taps your shoulder to talk to you and you reluctantly release Sirius’s hand and walk over to where your mum was so your parents could give the pureblood supremacy bullshit talk.

While your parents are giving the lecture that you’re not listening to, you look over at Sirius and his family, seeing that his parents are seemingly giving him the same talk. Sirius feels eyes on him and looks over to where you are and your eyes meet. You both know that you aren’t listening to the lectures that either of your parents are giving to you both. He rolls his eyes and subtly lifts his hand and makes the gesture of his mom blabbering. A laugh bubbles up in your throat but you keep it down and just respond to his antics with a slight smile on your face.

“You make sure to remember that or there will be consequences when you come back for winter break.” Your father says sternly, bringing back your attention to your parents right in front of you.

“Of course father, I understand.” But you know full well you hadn’t heard a word he just said.

“Make sure the hat puts you in Slytherin, I couldn’t bear the thought of my daughter being in Gryffindor.” Your mother spits out the name of the lion house with such distaste like she was eating a lemon.

“It’s not like I can control where the hat puts me.” You thought, thinking about speaking your thoughts out loud but holding your tongue, knowing the consequences if you speak your mind. So you just nod in response.

“Now stick by Sirius, Merlin knows what he’ll do without you on his side.” Your parents gesture you to go over to the Blacks.

It seems that Walburga is finishing her lecturing as you walk up to the family. You greet the family with a ghost of a smile on your face. Orion acknowledges you with a nod of his head, Walburga greets you with a stern hello, Regulus just smiles at you, and Sirius smiles brightly at you.

You grab Sirius’s hand, “Hello, it seems that it is time we have to get onto the train before it leaves.” You tell the family.

You tug on Sirius’s hand and start to pull him towards the train. Once on the train, you lose the upright posture, relax your body, and release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You turn to Sirius, and he has a smug smirk on his face.

“Wipe that smirk off of your face, your mum and dad are scary.”

“So are yours,” Sirius tells you.

“You didn’t even interact with them today!” You exclaim, throwing your hands up in the air.

As the two of you bicker, walking through the train trying to find a compartment simultaneously, you end up bumping into a boy with messy raven hair, hazel eyes with glasses on.

“Oh I’m sorry,” you apologize to the boy you just bumped into, “I was too busy telling Sirius off. Where are my manners I’m y/n l/n, and the stupid boy next to me is Sirius Black.”

Sirius pushes you for that rude but accurate introduction of himself but you look at him with a “am I wrong look”. James looks between the two of you with an amused smile on his face.

“I’m James Potter.” James introduces himself, “Do you want to try to find a compartment together?” he asks the both of you. You both nod your heads in agreement and start to walk to find a compartment.

Shortly thereafter the mess between Snape and the two boys, you meet 2 other boys that entered the compartment, a boy with scars littering his face and neck named Remus Lupin, and a short, mousy brown hair, that was a fairly quiet boy named Peter Pettigrew.

You all became fast friends and when you arrived at Hogwarts, all of you were in awe of the castle and the boats you had to ride to get to the castle itself. While waiting to enter the Great Hall to be sorted, you have a hushed conversation with Sirius.

“Well, what happens if I get sorted into Slytherin, will you stop talking to me Sirius?” You whispered to Sirius, panic laced in your voice.

Sirius grasps your hand to try to comfort you, “I promise that I won’t leave you,” Sirius says and holds out his other hand so you guys could do your secret handshake to confirm his promise to you. You smile and before you could to the handshake the doors open to the Great Hall and McGonagall ushers the first years in.

Waiting in anticipation for your names to be called, the grip you have on Sirius's hands tightens with each name that is called. Sirius just tries to comfort the best he can by rubbing his thumb soothingly on the back of your hand.

“Black, Sirius” McGonagall calls out his name and hesitantly has to release your hand, walks up to the stool and sits on it and the hat is placed on his head. After a few moments, the hat makes its decision.

“GRYFFINDOR!” The hat bellows out. You smile since Sirius never wanted to be in Slytherin, but then it falls when you realize once his parents find out what house he is in.

After the rest of the boys get sorted, your name is finally called. Before the hat is placed on your head, you meet Sirius’s eyes and he gives you a warm smile before your eyes are obscured by the hat.

“Mm, curious.” The hat says in your head. You jump slightly in your seat not expecting the voice.

“Don’t worry you aren’t going crazy.” The hat reassures you.

“Though you are loyal, you aren’t as kind to be a Hufflepuff, you have a thirst for knowledge, yet lack the creative aspect to solve problems for a Ravenclaw, though you have bravery within you, you value your ambitions and determination to prove yourself, so there is only one option.”

Your eyes widen at his words and know exactly where is going to place so, as a last resort you plead to the hat to place in Gryffindor with Sirius. But you were too late as he said the words.

“Better put you in SLYTHERIN!”

Your heart drops at the announcement of the hat. You sit there in shock and you look over to where Sirius sits at the Gryffindor table and he isn’t even looking your way. You try to catch Sirius’s eyes but he never looks in your direction. McGonagall has to tug you off of the stool and pull you toward the Slytherin table. Some people congratulate you for getting into Slytherin since L/n’s have always either been in Ravenclaw or Slytherin.

Throughout dinner, you try to grab Sirius’s attention but he never looked at the Slytherin table once. You give up and just push around the food on your plate, losing your appetite.

In the morning you are determined to talk to Sirius and make sure everything is alright between the two of you. But once breakfast rolls around the next day, he isn’t there, so you assume that he woke up late so you’ll have to try to talk to him at lunch. After your first classes, which you don’t share with Gryffindor at all, you walk into the Great Hall for lunch, and luckily enough he’s there eating lunch with the boys you met the day before.

You walk up to the Gryffindor table and clear your throat to grab the boys’ attention.

“Hello, boys.” You greet them with a soft smile on your face. You’re met with silence.

“Okay, then. Umm, Sirius, could I talk to you? Privately if we could?” You ask him gesturing to the other 3 that are listening in.

“No, whatever you have to say you can say in front of them,” Sirius says coldly.

You’re taken aback by his cold tone, not used to him being like him towards you.

“Oh, well I wanted to check up on you and see if you're doing all right.”

“I’m doing quite fine if you couldn’t tell.”

“Have you got a letter from your parents, you’ll know what-”

“No I haven’t yet,” Sirius interrupts you, “Now run along, you don’t have to worry about me anymore.” Sirius sneers at you.

You feel the tears well up in your eyes and take a few steps back, Remus notices your teary eyes.

“Hey, you know that-”

“No don’t Lupin, I know when I’m not wanted.” You cut him off and walk out of the Great Hall with teary eyes and a heavy heart.

Remus turns to Sirius, “Don’t you think you were harsh on her?” He asks him.

“No, she showed her true colors to me when she got sorted into Slytherin. Like the rest of her family and mine.”

“Remus is right,” Peter pipes up, “You were raving about how she wasn’t like her family or yours on the train.”

“Well things can change Peter, and I didn’t know her as well as I thought she did,” Sirius tells the group.

They decide to drop the subject and continue with eating lunch in silence.

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Second Year

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Sirius was restless in his seat sitting at the Gryffindor waiting for the sorting to start. He was hoping that his little brother would be in Gryffindor like him. As the sorting was about to start his eyes drifted over to the Slytherin table and you caught his eye. You were just chattering politely with your dorm mates and the people at the table. He frowns slightly since he always thought you were going to be by each other's sides throughout your years at Hogwarts.

You feel eyes on you and make eye contact with Sirius. Your face hardens and you break eye contact between the two of you. Sirius huffs and turns his attention to the sorting that is about to start. He makes eye contact with Regulus and just like with you last year, he gives him a warm smile.

Regulus’s name gets called and Sirius is on the edge of his seat waiting for the result of his brother’s house. The hat is on his head for a moment until it makes its decision.

“SLYTHERIN”, The hat bellows out and Sirius is disappointed since it was an exact repeat of what happened with you the year before. You wave over Regulus to sit next to you since you have an inkling of how he is feeling.

“You’ll be fine Reg, I promise.” You tell him as he sits next to you.

“He’s my brother and he wanted me to be with him,” Regulus tells you quietly.

“He used to be my best friend and look what happened with us.”

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Summer after 5th year

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As you work on your summer homework, your parents are out of the house doing whatever they usually do, you never wanted to know what they did. Working on some potions essay Slughorn had assigned, you decided you needed a break so you went downstairs to the kitchen to fetch a snack.

Before you enter the kitchen you hear someone enter the fireplace, through the floo network, in your living room. You check to see who it was and you see a disheveled, red-eyed, Regulus in your living room.

You rush over to him and inspect his body for anything wrong, but once you get to him and put your hands on his shoulders, he collapses into your arms and starts to sob. You haven’t seen Regulus be this vulnerable with you, so you slowly sink to the floor and console him as best you can, rubbing your hand down his back and running your other hand through his hair as he sobs into your neck.

After a few moments, Regulus stops crying, lifts his head from your shoulder, and makes eye contact with you. His blue-grey colored eyes stand out against the redness from crying, his eyes puffy from crying, and the tear stains running down his cheeks is the most heartbreaking sight you’ve ever seen and you wonder why he is crying and made his way to your house.

Seeming to read your mind, “He’s gone, Sirius ran away, and left me behind.” Regulus's voice cracks and answers the question in your mind. Your blood runs cold and you curse Sirius out in your mind but you know that you have to be there for Regulus right now. You had no clue what to say to him so all you could do is hold Regulus closer to you and comfort him through touch.

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End of Flashbacks

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“So what are you and my brother dating now?” Sirius accuses you.

“No! Where would you get this idea from.” You furrow your brows at the idea of it.

“Explain why I saw you guys holding hands on the platform and cuddling in the compartment the two were in.”

“First of all, why do you care about me or Regulus all of a sudden, second of all it doesn’t matter if we are or not, and third of all, it’s none of your business and never will be your business.” You tell Sirius frustratedly.

“It has always been my business when it comes to Regulus.”

“No it isn’t Sir- Black, you lost that right ever since you stopped talking to Regulus in the second year and left him in that wretched household.” You almost slip up and call Sirius by his name.

“He could have left with me, I gave him a chance to leave with me, but no he chose to be a lap dog to our parents,” Sirius tells you with venom in his tone when he mentions his parents.

“Did you ever stop to think that he had no one to go to if he ran away?”

“He could have come with me to James’s house, his parents would have accepted him into their home.”

You shake your head, “He would have been uncomfortable being there, Potter is your friend, not his.”

“Then he could have gone to yours.”

“Sirius, he would have left one hellhole just to enter another one.” You admit to him.

“Then why can’t you leave with him and find sanctuary somewhere else.”

This infuriates you, and Sirius doesn't realize how ignorant he is.

“Merlin Sirius! Do you hear yourself! You’re so daft, neither I nor Regulus have anyone to fall back on like you did, we only have each other and we don’t have any other choice but to stay in our horrid households.” You rant and you don’t realize you’re crying until you feel the wetness on your face.

You’re done talking to Sirius and want to leave so you disobey McGonagall’s order of no magic and you wave your wand to clean the classroom and you storm out of the classroom. You left Sirius in silence, thinking of what happened to you over the years.

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When you enter the common room, it is seemingly deserted besides some stragglers working on homework at the tables scattered throughout the room, and you spot Regulus on the couch reading a book. So you walk towards him and plop yourself on top of him, with your head on his lap.

“So how was detention with my dearest brother,” Regulus teases you without looking up from his book.

“Haha, very funny Reg,” You say sarcastically, “Have you thought about a muggle comedian?”

“What’s that?”

“Nevermind, something I learned in Muggle Studies.” You waved off his question.

“But how was it? The detention with him?” He asks.

“Horrible, he dared to bring up our previous friendship, which he cut off, and he accused us of dating since he saw us holding hands and cuddling in the compartment we were in.” You ranted to Regulus, getting angrier as you recall the events. Regulus notices this and calms you down by running his hand through your hair and scratching your scalp gently.

You eventually calm down and you and Regulus just sit in silence for a few moments, then you ask him if he can read his book aloud. He agrees and starts to read aloud and plays with your hair. With his soft voice, the crackling of the fire, and the ministrations of him playing with your hair, lulling you to sleep.

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A few days pass after the detention and in those last few days, you felt Sirius’s piercing stare on you and Regulus but you both ignored it. It was getting annoying since you even felt his stares in the classes you shared with the Gryffindors. You half a mind to tell him to stop, but a part of you enjoyed his gaze on you weirdly enough. But you shook that thought out of your head as soon as you thought it.

As you make your way down from the Astronomy tower, someone pulls you into a broom closet. You went to scream but the person covers your mouth and tells you to calm down. So you let your guard down for a bit then you bring your head back to hit the person’s nose and they release you and cradle your face. You turn around to hex the person then you realize who pulled you into this closet.

“SIRIUS! What the hell do you think you're doing!”

“First of all, OW WOMAN! That hurt!”

“Well, did you expect it to feel like a pillow hitting your face?” You ask him sarcastically.

Sirius rolls his eyes at your sarcasm, “And second of all I needed to get your attention and so this was the next best thing.”

“Yes because pulling me into a broom closet, which you’ve probably shagged someone in, was the next best thing instead of oh! I don’t know confronting me in the library or in broad daylight where I wouldn’t attack you.” You deadpan.

“Would you have talked to me in the library or you know anytime ever?”

You keep quiet knowing he was right.

“See!” He points at you, “So this was pretty much the only option I had. And for your information, I have not shagged anyone in this closet. Well, I think I haven’t.”

You ignore that last remark from Sirius until you realize something.

“Wait, how did you even know it was me walking in this corridor? How did you even know to wait in this closet to grab me?” You ask him.

“Not of importance right now, I just really needed to talk to you,” Sirius says in a frantic voice.

“Well go on, spit it out, I don’t have all day.”

“runawaytothepotterswithregulusandlivewithus.” Sirius spits out quickly.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite hear that.”

“Runaway to the Potters with Regulus and live with us,” Sirius says more slowly.

You start to laugh, and Sirius is confused as to why you’re laughing. Then you quiet down after realizing (no pun intended) that he was serious.

“Oh, you weren’t joking. Sirius, how do you expect us to leave? Especially unscathed. Have you stopped to think about that?” You ask him.

“I talked with James and he was hesitant at first but ultimately agreed. And I wrote Mia a letter talking about the situation and she agreed instantly.”

“But you haven’t thought about how we’re supposed to get out and to Potter’s place.”

“I haven’t thought that far in the plan. I mean I was going to ask Moon- I mean Remus for ideas and help but-”

“I’m going to stop you right there Sirius”. You interrupt him, “Godric Sirius, you are the most impulsive, arrogant, self-absorbed, stubborn, and frustrat-”

Sirius cuts you off by smashing his lips on yours. Your eyes widen at the sudden action and you almost melt into it before coming to your senses and pushing Sirius off of you.

“What the hell was that!” You exclaim.

“I- I don’t know,” Sirius stammers out. “You looked really hot when you were yelling at me and I couldn’t help myself.”

“See you exactly proved my point of how impulsive you are. You wouldn’t have done it if I hadn’t been yelling at you.”

“Who says I wouldn’t have done it if you weren’t yelling,” Sirius tells you in a soft tone.

You’re taken aback by his confession.

“What?” You breathe out.

Sirius takes a deep breath, “I said I would have kissed you regardless if you were yelling at me.”

You know what Sirius is trying to tell you since you were always good at reading his emotions since he never liked to express them. You can see the conflict in his eyes on whether or not he should tell you or not.

“When?” You ask.

“When what?”

“When did you realize you liked me?” You ask the question he has been avoiding telling you.

“I think I’ve always liked you since we were best friends, but I always brushed it off as a friendship. But then you got sorted into Slytherin so I stupidly jumped to conclusions and thought you were like your family so I didn’t want to be associated with you. And when I saw you and Regulus so close, it flipped a switch in me and I realized my feelings for you.” Sirius admits, getting shy at the end of his confession.

You stay silent for a moment, processing his words, but Sirius takes your silence as a rejection. So he goes to leave the closet, embarrassed but you grab Sirius’s arm to pull him back before he leaves. He looks down at your hand confused and as he makes eye contact with you. Since you were never good with words, you decided to show Sirius how you felt.

You pull Sirius into your body and make your lips collide with one another. Sirius's eyes widen since he didn’t expect this but slowly melts into the kiss. One of his hands winds around your waist to pull you close and the other gently cradles your face. You move your hands up his body and around his neck to anchor yourself against him. The kiss seems to last forever but since you both have lungs, you break the kiss to breathe and put your forehead against his.

You both smile brightly and he can’t stop himself from kissing all over your face making you giggle and widening his grin from hearing your melodic laughter. He slows his kisses down and pecks your lips repeatedly, but you capture his lips in a soft, slow kiss, contrasting from the first kiss that you shared moments before. He breaks the kiss and you place your head in the crook of his neck and breathe in his scent. He smooths down your hair and places his chin on top of your head and presses a few kisses on it.

“I want to leave that hellhole.” You tell Sirius, your voice is muffled by the fabric of his shirt.

“We will get you and Regulus out, it's only a matter of time, and a really good plan, which I know that with the combined efforts of your big beautiful brain, Moony’s cleverness, Regulus’s reluctance to agree but he will anyway, and my good looks we can do anything put our mind to it.”

“I think we can do without your good looks or you in the plan in general.”

“Ouch! You wound me, woman. I wonder why we were friends in the first place.”

You chuckle at his dramatics, “Oh, come on, we were friends because we bickered all the time. Remus said we argued like an old married couple. And that was after he knew us for 2 hours on the train.”

“Yeah, I could see us growing old together.”

“Oh Merlin, I couldn’t get married to you, I’d get grey hairs before I turned 25!” you exclaimed jokingly.

“Oh shut up, you like me and I like you, so that means that we’re together forever, and you can’t do anything about it,” Sirius says proudly.

You roll your eyes playfully, “I suppose I can’t disagree with that.”

Sirius has a satisfied smile on his face.

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Bad Idea - F.W.

Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates 🤍 Wishing everyone a wonderful holiday season & new year 🧚🏼‍♀️

this is the first installment of my showtunes fic list, based on the song bad idea from the musical waitress !

Summary: fred weasley has the ability to get under her skin in a way no one else can. he also sends butterflies straight to her stomach like no one else can. 

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: enemies to lovers, slight cursing, steamy scenes but no outright smut

song lyrics are bolded & italicized

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It’s a bad idea me and you

Y/N rolled her eyes as the Weasley twins made something or other explode at the Gryffindor table at breakfast. The awed cheers and whispers of her schoolmates at the colorful display of miniature fireworks did nothing to sway her opinion on the irritating duo. In fact, it might have even made her dislike for them grow.

It wasn’t as if she had no basis for hating the pair of them. They had been nothing but rude to her since their first year, and she was sure it was mostly due to her adorning the green and silver crest on her school robes. She had been at the receiving end of their nasty pranks more than she liked to admit, and some of them weren’t even a sliver funny. 

As if he practiced legilimency, the older twin’s eyes moved from his showy display of spellwork to hers and sent a subtle wink in Y/N’s way. 

“Like what you see, Y/L/N?” Fred yelled across the hall, causing the onlookers to turn their heads in her direction. 

Angrily, she felt heat flood her cheeks, “Not at all Weasley. Just wondering how many points I could take away from Gryffindor today.” 

She heard the members of her table snickering quietly at the sound of points lost for their least favorite house, but she paid them no mind. In all honesty, she knew that no amount of points taken away would sway the Weasley twins from their mischief making. 

Later in the day while Y/N made her way from her last class to the library to catch up on some coursework, she heard the familiar snickers of the two boys she wanted to interact with the least. 

“Oi! Watch where you’re going!” She yelled, annoyance bubbling in the pit of her stomach as the redheaded menaces rushed past her and nearly knocked her over. 

“Going to take some more points from Gryffindor, Y/L/N?” Fred taunted over his shoulder as his brother let out a huff of laughter. 

“Well, it’s not like she has any other important things taking up her time, don’t you think Freddie?” George said.

“You are absolutely right, George.” He replied. 

“Honestly, don’t you two have anything better to do than get on my nerves all the time?” She gritted out.

The twins slowed their pace and Fred turned around casually to wink at her, “No can do, love.” 

“Don’t call me love!”  

Their raucous laughter echoed across the hall as she pushed past them in a huff. Stupid redheaded twins. Stupid Fred with his stupid teasing. Stupid George for laughing and egging him on. 

Something about the way she determinedly called out over her shoulder made Fred pause. 

Her eyes caught the fading light that streamed through the windows of the hallway, and shone brightly. Her skin seemed to glow in the amber light, reflecting the sun as it set in the horizon. The way she moved so confidently as she weaved through the sea of students made heads turn, and Fred was beginning to understand why their gaze gravitated towards her. 

He had never noticed how pretty Y/N had gotten over the years. Another pause. Did he find her pretty? 

Yeah, pretty annoying. He tried to reason with himself, but still he couldn’t shake this new feeling. 

For the rest of the week, Fred had decided that if he couldn’t get her out of his mind, he would simply have to make sure he was on hers as well. Whenever the two of them walked past each other in the halls, he always had some sort of cheeky remark up his sleeve. 

Subtly, he would get close enough for their shoulders to brush and would mutter under his breath, just enough for her to hear. 

“Looking good today, Y/L/N, such a shame you’re a snake.”

“What’s a lad got to do to take a pretty prefect like you out on a date?” 

“Cat’s got your tongue, Y/L/N? I know it’s ‘cause you think I look right fit, you don’t have to say anything.”

The more she ignored his comments, the more it seemed to spur him on. She would catch him sending her flirtatious winks during meals, feel his gaze on hers in their shared classes, or hear him whisper something or other to his twin while he glanced in her direction. 

If it wasn’t something he said, he would manage to send practically every kind of prank her way. Tripping jinxes, jelly-legs jinxes, dung bombs in classrooms she was about to enter, puking pastilles or nosebleed nougats slipped into her drinks. 

It was getting to a point that Y/N grew frustrated and angry all day. Her friends tended to avoid her when she got this way because she would just repeat the same things over and over again to anyone who would bother to listen. 

Fred Weasley was a massive arse. Fred Weasley could jump in the lake and be used as food for the Giant Squid for all she cared. Fred Weasley this and Fred Weasley that. 

They had even once asked her why it was specifically him that she complained about and not just the Weasley twins in general. 

“Well, both of them do irritate me to no end,” She explained, “But there’s just something about Fred that irks the hell out of me. Merlin, does he know how to push my buttons!”

Y/N didn’t know what it was about Fred that got her going. It might have been because he was the instigator of most of the twins’ pranks, that he acted first and thought of the consequences later. It might have been that he would purposely send bludgers her way whenever Slytherin played Gryffindor and the many bruises that came from it.

It might have been the little flutters she would get whenever he whispered something cheeky into her ear. But that last one she had a hard time admitting to even herself. 

By the end of the week, Y/N was at her wits end. Every time the bell rang and she gathered up her things, her hand would clutch her wand, ready to put up a small shield charm or send a hex in the direction of a certain redhead. 

It being the weekend, many of her fellow classmates rushed out the door the moment they were dismissed from class. Y/N took her time packing her things back up, as her only plans for the night were to catch up on one of the novels she had had no time to read recently. As she exited the classroom, her eyes scanned the bare hallway for any sign of Fred. Her suspicions rose when she began her walk back to her common room and nothing out of the ordinary happened. 

She soon stood corrected as a flash of red hair danced in her vision and she was suddenly pressed up against a wall. 

With a gasp she said, “Weasley? What in Merlin’s name are you–”

“Can’t be quiet for a second, can you, Y/N?” Fred teased, his lips skimming the shell of her ear and sending shivers down her spine. 

She gulped at the proximity of their bodies, her eyes darting around the empty hallway for any onlookers. 

“Get on with whatever this is then,” She breathed, trying to keep her nonchalant act up, “I have other plans for tonight that I’d rather be doing.” 

A slow chuckle escaped Fred’s lips, causing her heart to beat even more erratically than she thought possible, “So impatient love.” 

“And I told you not to call me ‘love’.” 

His eyes darted quickly to her lips and she could only hope that he couldn’t feel just how fast her heart was beating, “I’m going to kiss you now.” 

He waited for her to give him any sign of discomfort or to say no, but she merely glanced at his lips and back up at his warm brown eyes. Then, as quickly as he had appeared in front of her, his head dipped and he captured her lips in his. 

Y/N felt all the breath in her body leave as Fred pressed the searing kiss on her lips. He was intoxicating, his smell, the feel of his skin as she gripped onto his strong biceps, the way his breath mingled with hers. 

When they broke apart, his eyes trailed the length of her body in a way that made goosebumps rise from her flesh. Y/N thought she must have looked like a fish out of water, mouth slightly agape and eyes wide. 

“Just a taste of what could be.” He winked at her and then turned on his heel, “Think about it, Y/L/N.” 

Far longer than she would like to admit, Y/N stayed rooted on the spot, staring in the direction that Fred Weasley had disappeared in and fingers running along the lips that he had claimed. 

Heart keep racing Let’s make mistakes

The adrenaline pumping through Y/N’s veins gave her a feeling of weightlessness and grounding at the same time. Being Slytherin’s best beater came with the responsibility of carrying most of the game and she played her role well. Still, she always made it a point to play fair and to compensate for the shitty sportsmanship the rest of her team subscribed to. 

When she had spotted a bludger to her right, making its way to where Malfoy was slowly circling, she set off. With a strong swing of her bat, she had it hurtling in the direction of one of the Gryffindor chasers. Neither of the Weasley twins was able to make it in time and the ball scraped the unassuming chaser’s shoulder. 

With the boost of confidence this gave her, she proceeded to play one of the best matches of the season. A triumphant grin etched its way onto her face at the frustration leaking from the Weasley twins, who were trying to keep up with her and her co-beater’s synchronization. 

Though, she had to admit that the way Fred’s arms flexed and his grunts of exertion every time he did manage to hit the bludger were a tad bit distracting too. The cheeky winks he sent her way weren’t helping either. 

“Feeling a bit tired, Weasley?” She teased when he began to hover close to her, “Can’t keep up?” 

“In your dreams, Y/L/N!” He all but growled and the fire in his eyes made her heart stutter for just a second before she set off in pursuit of another bludger. 

The game had ended when Malfoy caught the snitch, a feat especially when Gryffindor had Potter, and Slytherin had won.

She couldn’t help but feel a smug sense of pride as she and the rest of the team walked out of the pitch, hearing the cheers of her house at the stands. She took her time in the changing rooms, trying to still her erratically beating heart. Her teammates slowly trickled out, reminding her of the celebrations that were definitely going to happen in the common room. 

When she heard footsteps approaching the tent just as she had finished stuffing everything in her bag, she had just assumed that one of her teammates had forgotten something. She stood corrected. 

“Quite a game today, wouldn’t you say?” 

The familiar baritone voice made Y/N pause. Without turning to face him, she said in reply, “Definitely, Weasley. It’s always nice to kick your sorry arse out on the pitch.” 

“Now, now Y/N,” He drawled, his voice inching closer to where she stood rooted on the spot. Her hand gripped at the strap of her bag as she tried to think of an escape route, “That’s definitely not the context I imagined you’d be talking about when you first mentioned my arse.” 

She let out a scoff at his insinuation, but couldn’t shake the feeling that he could see right through her bluff. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest as she realized that she was trapped in the quidditch changing rooms with the person who had been plaguing her thoughts. 

The air surrounding the pair was thick with tension and charged with electricity. Countless days of teasing and rivalry, all the discreet glances and brushes of shoulders against each other, bottled up into a single moment, this moment. By the time Y/N had turned to face the cause of the palpitations in her chest, he was mere inches away. 

His hot breath fanned her face and his deep brown eyes scanned over her. She could practically feel the heat of his body against hers, white hot and tempting. He knew exactly what he was doing to her. 

“What do you want, Weasley?” She breathed, finally managing the courage to meet his eyes. 

“You.” He said simply, tongue darting out to dampen his lips. 

For a moment, it was as if they had both stopped breathing. Neither of them said a word or moved an inch, anticipating the other’s next move. 

“Fuck it.”

Before Y/N could let out a word, his lips were on hers and his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. 

All of the frustration and built up resentment between the pair of them came to play in the harshness of his kiss. It was not sweet nor soft, not what one would imagine a kiss between a prince and a princess to be. Rather, it was passionate, playful, and powerful. Two opposing forces clashing against each other, their convergence causing an eruption of flames. 

Fred was not a shy person, and it was evident in the way he kissed her. 

If she was the least bit surprised, he couldn’t tell, because as soon as his arms rested on the small of her back, she pressed her palms against his chest and leaned into him. For once, she let him take the lead and their mouths molded together in a passionate dance. 

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” She gasped as they broke apart for air, chests rising and falling rapidly. 

“You think too much.” He responded, leaning down to capture her lips in his once more. 

The way his lips deftly glazed over her neck and attached themselves to the point right below her ear made small sounds of pleasure escape her lips and her hips rutted against his. 

These sounds only spurred him further as his arms slid down from her waist to the backs of her thighs, urging her to wrap them around him. She complied, and soon her back was against the wall as he continued the assault on her neck. 

When the pair finally broke away, they took a moment to breathe, panting heavily. Y/N was the first to break the silence, laughing slightly at the compromising position they were in, and how they had just spent the last several minutes taking their frustrations out on each other. 

“What’s so funny then,” Fred smiled as he slowly eased his grip on her thighs, lowering her back to the floor.

“Nothing,” She shook her head, surprised at how casual they treated the situation, “Just not what I’d expected to happen when Slytherin won today.” 

“And what did you expect?” He quirked an eyebrow, “Especially when you were out there playing so well and looking that good.” 

Y/N had to bite her lip to keep herself from grinning like an idiot, “Definitely not snogging you in the changing rooms, that’s for sure.” 

“I know for a fact that you quite enjoyed what we did,” He whispered, pulling her close to him once more and closing the gap between them.

“In your dreams, Weasley.” She breathed.

And then his lips were on hers again. And again and again and again.

-

Over the course of the next few weeks, many noticed how the dynamics between the two shifted ever so slightly. There were still jeers and taunts in the halls, teasing comments made in classes or during meals, but there were also fewer eye rolls and less malice behind their words. It was almost as if they had an unspoken agreement. 

The only one who had really caught on to what was really happening between the two of them was George, and it was only because he walked in on them on Fred’s bed in the dorms. 

Y/N had been on top of Fred, straddling his midsection and pressing soft kisses all along his face and jaw, while he had his arms wrapped around her waist and held her tightly. Chest to chest, a soft hum verbrated from him as she continued her ministrations.

There wasn’t any sort of sexual tension at that moment, in fact, there hadn’t been an ounce of it the whole day. Laying like this with Fred made Y/N all sorts of confused, but she still enjoyed whatever the hell was happening between them.

It was cut short, though, as George had walked through the threshold of the dorm and saw their slightly compromised position. 

“Bloody hell!” He exclaimed, and Y/N sprung up immediately, his twin’s arms falling limply at his sides at her sudden movement. 

“Erm-” She mumbled, trying to move away, but Fred had none of it. If at all, his grip on her thighs tightened. 

She could feel his body shaking from the laugh he was trying to hold in, and smacked him on the chest, “Fred! Stop that!” 

“What?” He laughed, “It’s not like he saw anything, did you, Georgie?”

George, who was still trying to process what he had just witnessed, blinked a couple of times before shaking his head in disbelief, “Good Godric, so this is why you two have been acting so odd lately?” 

“Well, it’s not as if we’re bloody dating,” Fred rolled his eyes, but Y/N felt her heart skip a beat, “We’re just having some fun s’all.”

She swallowed the lump that was suddenly in her throat and gave a feeble nod, “Yep. Just some fun.” 

It was a pretty good bad idea  Wasn’t it though?

Y/N didn’t know why she began avoiding Fred. 

To everyone else in the school, all was well. The teasing between them hadn’t stopped. The little jabs at meals, in classes, or out in the hallways still happened. She was still a prefect and took points from Gryffindor whenever she caught the twins outside of curfew or running from Filch. They were both still beaters who played for their respective teams and shot remarks mockingly at one another out on the pitch.

Outside of those moments, though, Y/N made it a point to walk the other direction when she saw him walking her way, with or without his twin. She would slip out of shared classes as soon as the bell rang and their professor dismissed them. She even went as far as hiding in a spare broom closet once, when she was doing her prefect rounds and heard his telltale laughter just around the corner. 

They hadn’t shared a moment alone in a few weeks and Fred had wracked his brain trying to figure out what he did wrong. Their set-up had been practically perfect before she started avoiding him. Stolen kisses and the excitement of sneaking around with her were some of the best times of his life there in Hogwarts. He hadn’t had the Gryffindor courage to tell her how he really felt, but at least they shared intimate moments alone, away from prying eyes and judgemental stares. 

Instead, now he had taken to staring at her whenever he could, replaying all of their previous interactions to find out what went wrong between them. 

“Oi, quit staring at Y/N before McGonagall takes points from us for not paying attention to her,” George hastily whispered one day.

“I’m not doing anything wrong,” Fred defended, his eyes still locked on Y/N. She paid him no mind, unconsciously twirling the quill in her hands and chewing on her bottom lip. 

He thought she looked stunning. 

“I never thought I would say this,” George groaned softly, “But you’ve gotta listen in class right now or else we’ll lose even more points and everyone’ll be right chuffed. We can figure out your dumb bird problems after.” 

With a roll of his eyes, Fred finally brought his attention back to what their professor was going on about. He’d worry about whatever was going on with Y/N later. 

-

“I think it’s simple, really,” George shrugged, later on in the day when it was just the two of them in their dorm. He leant back against the headboard of his four-poster, an image of calm and nonchalance. 

“On with it then!” Fred exclaimed, the exact opposite of his twin at the moment. He fidgeted from his position on his own bed, his foot tapped anxiously on the hardwood floor and his hand kept running through his already disheveled hair. 

George couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His own twin, all out of balance because of some bird. 

But it wasn’t just any bird, he knew, it was Y/N. And if it had to be any bird in the whole school for Fred to become this mess of feelings and uncertainty, at least it was because of her. George always knew that their rivalry would either end in them realizing their feelings for each other or them hexing each other to death. 

“Grow some balls and just tell her how you feel, you daft git!” He exclaimed, humor sparkled in his eyes. 

“Be serious here, George,” Fred groaned and pushed his face against one of his pillows. 

His twin rolled his eyes, “I am being serious! It’s obvious she fancies the balls off of you, so just ask her out on a date or something and save us all from this awkward dance the lot of you have been doing for the past few weeks.” 

George’s words rang in Fred’s mind for longer than he liked to admit. 

One night, as dinner was coming to a close, he’d had enough. He spotted Y/N getting up from her seat at the Slytherin table and stood abruptly from his half finished meal. As she exited the Great Hall, he followed her out and into the drafty corridor.

“Y/N!” He yelled before he could stop himself. 

She paused briefly, shoulders tensing at his call to her. Instead of turning around though, she picked up her pace. 

Fred cursed softly, “Y/N, I know you can hear me!” 

As his legs were much longer than hers, he caught up to her quickly. Still, she paid him no mind and continued her on her way, “What’s got your wand all in a knot, Y/L/N?” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Weasley.” Came her reply. 

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, Y/L/N,” He rolled his eyes, “You’ve been ignoring me recently and I can’t think of anything that I’ve done wrong.”

“I don’t know about you, but I’ve been actually paying attention to my classes and doing all of my coursework, that takes up most of my time these days.” She shrugged, turning a corner and continuing her fast pace, “And I’m not at your beck and call, Weasley. I’m not yours.” 

“You could be.” 

Y/N’s resolve seemed to be taken away with the tide as he muttered those words aloud. In fact, she was so shocked at what he said that she quite literally had to stop walking and merely stared at the redheaded boy. 

“Don’t be daft, Weasley.” She managed to choke out after a few beats. 

He turned to face her and Y/N had never seen him look so serious before. Fred was usually the louder twin, the more explosive one, the one who acted first and thought of the consequences later. But now, now she could see that he had nothing but genuine intentions as his eyes scanned her and gauged her reaction.

She huffed, unwilling to let her walls down for even a second. It was too frightening, telling the person she had spent much of her formative years rivalling with how she truly felt about them. In fact, despite her act, she couldn’t get it in her to look him in the eyes.

“This, whatever this is, you know that it isn’t a good idea.” She tried to argue, but as the words left her lips they seemed to carry no weight in them. 

“It’s a pretty good bad idea if you ask me.” He said with as much conviction as possible, “C’mon, Y/L/N, you gonna back down from a challenge?” 

That sparked a fire in her eyes that he had missed seeing, one that said she meant business, “I’ll say yes to you on one condition,” She said. 

“Anything.”

“Take me out on a date first.” 

[princess-of-the-corner]

S2 ep24

It is Jerry's birthday. Since all the years Justin and Alex share the same gift which Justin only works on, Max always uses the same Cat which Jerry thinks he has a collection of. But this time Justin won't share Alex his gift which is a magical pencil holder/sharpener, But this time Justin allows Max to share his gift.

Therefore, Alex wants to get him something that he'll remember. She ends up giving him Merlin's Hat, which grants him any wish he could dream of. When his first wish is pencils for Justin's gift, Alex gets frustrated and Justin points out that Jerry is using her gift to make Justin's gift better. Alex uses the hat to turn the Sub Station into her dad's favorite restaurant as a child, The Asteroid Belt, to prove that he should not waste her gift, but mostly to prove that her gift is better than Justin's. The new restaurant then becomes a big success, but trouble arrives when aliens come to Waverly Place in an attempt to steal the long-lost milkshake machine.

Oh boy I’ve been waiting for this one

Alex is very close to falling off the edge, when she comes back with the hat, she’s covered in blood with a grin saying they wouldn’t let go of the hat

Yadayada

It all comes crashing down when the aliens invade, and start whrecking the shop, ruining her fathers birthday and his special gift…she falls

This is when I imagine her family finally realizes how powerful she truly is and that the evil spell was never broken,

She killed all the aliens using magic that only experts should be able to use and it ends with her floating with a menacing aura with her family staring at her in shock and fear as she looked towrlards them when

To be continued appears on the screen

OH YEAH ABSOLUTELY.

Like maybe not go for straight up murder because like. We gotta keep the rating and all that.

But she is definitely just going right to the overreaction and the terrifying fuck them up with Magic.

And yeah just. Them seeing her cast several high level and terrifying spells in succession, but also be that aggressive is... unnerving as hell.

They are sure something is wrong, and combined with Harper bringing up other events from the season,...

[jadedxrealityw]

-Time Of The Month- Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

   Kody: This is for all my homies who are taking a trip down a heavy river with bloody mary or for anyone who just enjoys stories of Draco taking care of you while your on your period

   Warning: Cursing, mentions of blood and hopeless Draco

   House: Slytherin

   Summary: Bloody mary has cursed you with her presence and Draco is in for a hormonal storm.

    ♡~🐍~♡

   While scribbling down notes for potions class you felt a pain in your abdomen. You wince slightly and stop writing, placing your quill down on the desk. This couldn’t be happening, not now. Not while in class. Hoping it was just a false alarm, you pick up your quill again to continue taking notes.

   Not even a minute later a sharp pain came from your abdomen again. Fuck. You needed to get out of this classroom now. Slowly raising your hand, you waited for Snape to notice you were there. He looked up from his book and eyed you for a moment “Yes Ms. L/n?” he said in his usual monotone voice. You gulped, hoping he would take pity on you. 

   “May i visit the hospital wing, im not feeling to well”

   Snape noted your uncomfortable expression and your other hand on your abdomen. He may have been a man, but he wasn’t student. He sighed and made a waving gesture with his hand “Yes. Take your things with you as well” You nodded and gave him a quick smile before stuffing your belongings into your bag. You get out of your seat and leave the classroom.

   ♡~🐍~♡

   As you pushed open the doors to the hospital wing, you saw Madam Pomfrey at her workstation. She looked up when she heard the sound of the door opening and smiled “Why hello Ms. L/n! What can i do for you today?” she asked, walking from the desk and over to you. You laugh nervously and lean in so only she could hear “I need pads/tampons and some medicine for cramps” you say in a hushed tone.

   Madam Pomfrey makes an ‘o’ shape with her mouth and nods. Heading over to her workstation, she grabs a brown paper bag and fills it with some items. She did it very inconspicuously so no one would see what the contents were. When she was done she folded the top of the bag and walked back over to you. 

   “Here you go darling, everything you asked for including a couple chocolate frogs” she gave you a small wink, making you giggle. She hands you the bag and you turn on your heels to leave the hospital wing and find a bathroom. 

   ♡~🐍~♡

   When you walked into the bathroom you were met with the sound of crying. Shit, this was moaning Myrtle’s bathroom. “W-Who’s there!” the ghost shouted, she flew out the stall and came face to face with you “Oh, Y/n. Hello” she said, her tears coming to a stop. “Hey Myrtle, i just need to change. No peeking please?” you say, giving the ghost girl a pleading look.

   Myrtle nods vigorously “Promise” You nod and give her a smile before walking into on of the stalls. You make sure the doors locked before going through your bag, you grabbed the extra underwear you keep in there, just for emergencies and place it on top of your bag. You remove your robe, placing it gently on the ground and start to tug off your skirt and the shorts you wore underneath. 

   You then take of your underwear and there it was. A blood stain that screamed ‘Fuck you’ sighing you place the dirty underwear on the side on your bag and grabbed the clean ones, you take a pad/tampon from your bag and put it where it needs to be before slipping your underwear on. You dressed yourself again and grabbed a plastic ziplock bag that held your clean underwear and put the dirty ones in there. 

   You heard students in the hallway which meant class ended and it was lunch time. You craved lunch at the moment, so much it made your stomach growl. You stuff your things in your bag and head out the stall “Bye Myrtle!” you said, waving to her. She gave you a smile back and waved as well before heading into her stall.

       ♡~🐍~♡ 

   Walking into the great hall the smell of food made you much hungrier than you were a second ago. Taking a look at the Slytherin table, you saw your boyfriend sitting with his friends, which made you needy all of the sudden. Damn hormones. Walking to the table, Draco spots you and gives you a warm smile and scooched over so you could sit next to him. 

   You sat down and he instantly wrapped an arm around your shoulders. A warm feeling blossomed in your chest as you lean your head on his broad shoulder. Draco smiles and tilts his head to give you a kiss on your hair “Blaise told me you went to the hospital wing, everything okay?” he whispered.

   You wondered how Blaise knew until you remembered he was in your potions class. Duh. “Yeah, just started bleeding” you whispered back, Draco’s face changing to one of confusion before his mind clicked “Oh okay, cramping im guessing?” you nod and as if on cue a pain shot through you, making you whine quietly. 

   Draco gave you a sympathetic look and gives you a light squeeze “Just try and eat love, okay?” he asked. You agreed and sat straight up again. You picked up one of the serving spoons and put mac and cheese on your plate. You were starving, so you put a serving for two people.

   “That’s a lot of food L/n, pigging out much? Oink Oink” you took a deep breath. Pansy fucking Parkinson. You put the serving spoon down and pick up your fork. Just ignore her and it’ll be fine you thought. You take a bite of your mac and cheese “Where did Draco get you? A barn?” she cackled, her friends laughing with her.

   “Pansy shove off before i make you” Draco said through gritted teeth, giving the Slytherin girl a scowl. Pansy scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest “How about fighting your own battles L/n?” she let out a menacing chuckle. You sigh looking up from your plate and at her, with no expression what so over “How ‘bout you suck my fucking dick, Parkinson?”

   Gasps were heard throughout the Slytherin table making Pansy flush red with embarrassment. “Your disgusting!” she shouted making you cringe before storming out the great hall. You shrug and take another bite of your warm food “Merlin Y/n what crawled up your ass?” Blaise laughed into his hand.

   “Your mother” this time it was Draco’s turn to laugh, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. Blaise rolled his eyes and went back to his food “Alright love, lets calm down” Draco cooed and kissed your temple.

   ♡~🐍~♡  

   Hand in hand, you and Draco walked into the Slytherin common room. You felt that needy feeling to be all over him again. You just craved his attention, like his constant attention. “Can i lay in your room while you do homework?” You asked in a whiny tone, causing Draco to let out a tiny laugh “Of course, love” he replies and leads you to his dorm. 

   Once you two are in the dorm, you let go of Draco’s hand and walk over to his bed, drop your bag and flop down. You heard Draco laugh behind you “Comfortable?” he asked, making his way to his desk and sit down, placing his bag on the desk as well. You hummed in response as you curled into the silk sheets, closing your eyes as well.

   “I want cuddles” you whine again, Draco smiles lightly and pulls out his textbook “Let me get this done first darling then i’ll give you all of my attention, how does that sound?” You couldn’t see, but he saw your mouth form into a smile. “Okay” you said in a small voice. He nods and turns to start his homework while you laid on his bed.

   ♡~🐍~♡

   It had been 20 minutes and you were getting restless. You sit up from the bed “Can i borrow some of your clothes Draco?” you asked looking at the ceiling. “Yeah sure love” he said quickly and went back to his work, oh right. He was doing homework. You felt bad for interrupting him because you knew how frustrated with work he could get. 

   You frown and decided to no longer bother him. You get up from the bed and walked over to his dresser. You pull out a emerald green sweater and black sweatpants. Since he’s turned around you just change behind him and once you do, you place your clothes on a chair and feel the worst cramp. It almost had you buckled over. 

   You go over to your things and grab the brown paper bag, taking out the medicine. You pop one of the pills, but it was going to take time to kick in. You someone climb onto the bed and pull the sheets over you. The cramps kept hitting you one by one, spreading to your back. You couldn’t help the tears that slipped from your eyes. 

    ♡~🐍~♡

   Draco was finishing up the last line of his work when he heard small small whimpers and whines come from his girlfriend. He turns around to see her curled up in the fetal position. He gets up from his desk and walks over to you “Love are you okay?” he asked, worry lacing his tone. 

   You look up at him and give him a sad smile “Cramps, i already took medicine. I’m waiting for it to kick in. I’m fine, you can go back to your work” You waved your hand, signalling him to walk off. He shakes his head “No, i’m finished anyway. So i can cuddle with you” 

   Draco goes over to his dresser and starts to remove his clothes. You queak, closing your eyes and wait a minute before opening them. He’s wearing grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt. He gives you a smile and lays down behind you, placing an arm around you. “It’ll be okay love, just try to relax till the meds kick in okay?” he whispers, placing a sweet kiss behind you ear. You hum and lean into his touch

   Draco begins to rub circles into your abdomen, the pain begins to die down making you smile “Thank you so much” You say “Don’t be love. I’m your boyfriend and i love you, so of course i’d do this for you.” Draco kisses your head again. You feel yourself become a bit drowsy and yawn quietly, closing your eyes. 

   “I love you too” You mumble as you drift off into a dreamless sleep. Draco following soon after. Maybe this week of bloody hell (get....get it?) wouldn’t be so bad. Especially when Draco was there to hold your hand though it.

   ♡~🐍~♡

   Kody: It’s four am and i should be sleeping, so i wrote this instead. We love insomnia. Anyway, have a lovely day or night. Don’t let the Nargles take your things. Peace.

[wolfstar-supremacy-innit]

"Tell who?"- Part 2

Remus smiled into his pillow. Why’s he so cute? He felt something rustle under his stomach. Reaching under himself, he pulled out a wrinkled piece of parchment. His resolutions list. Remus flipped onto his back and squinted at the letters. Warmth was pooling in his chest. Something is missing here. He patted the bed in search for his quill and ink, then wrote:

5. Fuck this I wanna tell him I love him

The paper slipped to the floor as Remus’ arms gave out and he drifted into an instantaneous, profound sleep.

Alternatively:

The Marauders are in their 6th year at Hogwarts, it's New Year's Eve and Remus writes a New Year's resolutions list. Sirius finds it the next day. The story is written from Remus' point of view. It's wolfstar and lighthearted. Kinda inspired by this fanfic.

This is part 2 of the story. I will be posting the other parts separately here and also the full fic on ao3 (I will link everything when it's done, check this post for that in some time). Warnings: underage drinking and smoking, mentions of anxiety disorder.

Part 1 Part 3

Enjoy! :)

“Moony! Get up, mate!” Like it was that easy. He couldn’t even get himself to pry his eyes open. It was James that woke him. “Come on, mate. We gotta show up at breakfast, so nobody gets suspicious.” Remus groaned and turned onto his back. A dreadful headache split his forehead.

“Ugh, fuck me.”

“Not right now, Moony. We gotta dash.” He could practically feel James’ stupid grin.

“Fine, fine. I’m getting up.” He blinked his eyes open, pushing onto his elbows, then slowly sat up. The throb in his temples was menacing. He got up gingerly. No nausea. Good. Picking out clean clothes from his neatly organised wardrobe, he headed for the bathroom. “Pete and I should probably go as soon as possible. Will you be alright to bring him down to the Great Hall,” he heard James question as he shut the door.

The shower did wonders to Remus’ hangover. It diminished his headache and helped clear his vision. It also felt nice to be in clean clothes, even though it was devastating having to take Sirius’ shirt off. But letting himself feel his emotions was no more, so he pushed down that thought. Remus walked back into the dorm, rubbing his wet hair with a towel. Lifting his gaze, he noticed Sirius leaning against his bedpost with one ankle crossed over the other. His lips were pulled in a small smile. Their eyes connected.

“Tell who?”

Remus’ stare fell on the yellow paper in Sirius’ hand and the realisation hit him momentarily. His heart dropped all the way to the floor. Oh, no. Oh, no no no no no... His mouth was utterly dry. Fear and panic washed over him like a thousand giant ocean waves coming down at once. ‘I wanna tell him I love him,’ he had written. Holy fucking fuck, he thought, Sirius knows I like a boy. There was a deafening, high pitched ringing in his ears.

“M-my dad... I never tell him that.” He was grasping at straws.

“Remus, come on,” Sirius huffed out a short laugh as he pushed himself off the board. He was shooting Remus this terribly meaningful look, and Remus begged the ground to crack open and claim him.

“I...“ Then before much further thinking, Remus turned on his heel and darted out the room and down the stairs as Sirius called out his name.

Fucked. He was so fucked. Idiot. Imbecile. How could he have written that and then just left it lying around?! Idiot. He smacked his forehead as he rounded a corner, then scuttled down the hallway. He was headed for his favourite hiding spot- a cosy alcove in the wall behind a tapestry on the fourth floor. Settling on the stone ground, Remus went through his breathing exercises. It wasn’t the first time he’d had an anxiety attack, except it was usually something associated with his lycanthropy. Shit, thank Merlin I didn’t write his name. He exhaled a shaky breath. It could have been worse, at least. He’s never drinking again, he concluded. Well, Sirius knew Remus liked boys. A boy. That was that. He rested his head on the wall behind him and closed his eyes. He stayed like that for a while, just breathing.

“Moony,” a voice called behind the tapestry. It was Sirius. Remus’ heart rate spiked again. “Stop freaking out, mate.”

“I can’t,” Remus replied.

“Can I come in?”

“Okay.”

Sirius pulled back the tapestry and gracefully climbed inside. He was clutching the map. He sat opposite Remus and drew his knees to his chest so they could both fit in the alcove. Remus was looking at the ground.

“Here, I brought you a sandwich. You skipped breakfast. Can’t imagine it helped your hangover.”

Remus took it without looking up. “Thanks.”

After a moment, Sirius started: “This is because it’s a him, right?”

“Well...” Remus cleared his throat. It’s also kinda because it’s you. “Yeah.”

“And what? You think I wouldn’t be okay with that?” Silence. “I don’t care about stuff like that, you idiot.” Sirius’ voice was incredibly soft and comforting. Remus finally looked at him. He shook his head and buried his face in his knees.

“Christ. Of course you don’t. It’s just... It’s a big deal for me. Nobody knows.”

“That’s alright, Moony, I get it. It’s all good with me." He paused. "So, are you... if you don’t mind me asking...” Remus drew his head back up. Sirius was asking if he was gay.

“I have no idea what I am, honestly. This has never happened before. Then again, it hasn’t happened with a girl, either.”

“Well, that’s fine. You have your whole life to figure it out.” Sirius flashed him a sympathetic smile.

“Yeah.” Remus’ lips curved as well.

After a few beats of silence, Sirius continued: “Moony in love... Blimey, this bloke must be something else, eh?” Yup.

“Well, I don’t know about love... I was pretty pissed last night when I wrote that.”

Sirius chuckled, throwing his head back. “Right. So... Does he fancy you back, d’you reckon?”

Remus couldn’t suppress the panicked short laugh that escaped his mouth. “No.” Sirius liking him back? What a joke.

“Well, how do you know? He doesn’t even know you fancy him, it seems.”

“Nope, and I hope it stays that way until the end of time.”

“Merlin, who is this lad anyway?”

“I’m not telling you!” Remus’ cheeks were flaming. There wasn’t a force in the world that could have made him look Sirius in the eye. This was a little too close for comfort.

“Hah, fine. One step at a time.”

They sat in silence for a few moments. Their ankles were touching. Remus pushed down his feelings of affection with all the mental strength he could gather.

“Um, could you not tell Wormtail and Prongs, please? I’m just not ready for people to know.”

“Of course, mate. You know you can talk to me about it, though?” His expression was soft and understanding.

“Yeah, I know.”

“Brilliant. Okay then.” Sirius pushed himself up and dusted off his trousers. “Should we get out of here? This is definitely a secret snogging spot.” He offered a hand to Remus and pulled him to stand as well.

“Please don’t taint the aura of my favourite hideout, Padfoot.”

This is why Remus liked Sirius so much. Of course, he was strikingly good-looking and cool as hell, but Remus liked his personality more. Sirius was a troublemaker and joked around with everyone, but when it came to moments like this, he was an incredible and supportive friend. Never short on advice (even if it was questionable a lot of the time). He never hesitated to go above and beyond for the people he loved. These were also the reasons why Remus reckoned he’d had a crush on his best friend for much longer than 4 months. Sirius’ looks just made it crystal clear, but Remus had been falling for him for years. Maybe love wasn’t such a strong word after all...

On the way back to their dormitory, Sirius asked: “Is it that Ravenclaw guy you study with at the library? What’s his face? Oliver?”

An obvious choice, but wrong. “Shut up,” Remus said, looking straight ahead, but the corners of his mouth lifted.

“Okay.” Sirius put his hands up, smiling. “Not Oliver, then.”

Sirius kept prodding him like that every once in a while for the following two weeks. Sometimes he would point at a random bloke in the hall and ask if that was Remus’ mystery crush. It made Remus laugh. Generally, it didn’t bother him at all and even became rather amusing. It grew into a sort of an inside joke between them.

They were sitting side by side at dinner one evening after all the students had returned from the holidays. Sirius was in his curious, mischievous mood.

“Oh! The- the muggle kid we hung out with last Christmas? When we were at James’,” he tried.

“Hah, no,” Remus answered, “I saw him like twice.” Sirius huffed.

“Is it somebody from home, then? Somebody I don’t know?”

Remus could’ve lied. He could’ve lied so easily. Still, he decided against it, given how dreadful he was at keeping life-changing secrets. He shook his head, looking at his plate. Sirius leaned so close to him, their shoulders touched. He all but started bouncing in his seat.

“So it is someone from Hogwarts!” Remus didn’t bring himself to answer. Instead, he shoved a particularly packed fork into his mouth. They were silent for a few moments, then: “Is it Snivellus?”

“Yuck, Sirius!” Remus shoved his shoulder as they both laughed.

“So, why don’t you just tell this bloke of yours, then?”

“Ha. Because he’s straight.”

“Oh, bummer. Sorry, Moony.”

Remus wanted to bang his head on the table. If only Sirius knew he was apologising for himself being straight. “It is how it is.”

Back in their dorm, a parcel was sitting on Sirius’ bed. “Padfoot, something arrived for you earlier. I paid the owl,” James explained.

“Oh, yes! They arrived! Cheers, mate.” Sirius leapt onto his bed and started tearing the paper. “What is it,” James asked, leaning closer to Sirius’ bed and peering at the package. Remus and Peter were doing the same. “My rings,” he exclaimed, sliding a silver loop onto his finger. He placed one on his ring finger, one on his thumb and two on his index finger, then stretched out his arm to examine his hand. They were all different shapes.

“Wicked,” James blurted out.

“Yeah, wicked,” Peter repeated. Remus could just sit and gawk like his mouth was sewn shut. What the fuck, Remus thought. He’s trying to kill me. It was hot. It was hot. Like his hands could get any sexier.

“Don’t worry, Moony, it’s not real silver,” Sirius said with the biggest grin on his face. Remus could just nod, swallowing thickly. Yeah, that was a good excuse for why he was baffled.

Sirius wore his rings everywhere. To class, to every meal, sneaking around the castle at night to arrange their next prank. And Remus loved it. After the initial bewilderment subsided, he adored looking at them. However, it didn’t help reduce his massive fucking crush on Sirius. Quite the opposite, as a matter of fact. Girls would come up to Sirius at lunch to tell him ‘his rings look amazing’, and Remus would almost start growling. It was a bit of a problem. He needed to repeatedly tell his brain to shut up in these moments.

***

Sirius was running out of ideas for who Remus' infamous crush could be. Remus was a bit concerned he would actually figure it out. However, Sirius just started bringing it up less and less. It seemed like the entire thing was blowing over and Remus was getting away with it.

They were sitting on James’ bed, leaned over the map. There was nobody else in the dorm. Their bodies were close together, Remus’ right shoulder behind Sirius’ left.

“Good old Prongsy,” Sirius said. James’ dot on the map was in the hallway outside the Great Hall. Lilly’s dot was right next to it. “He’s probably making an idiot of himself again. Poor lad’s gonna get himself hexed.” Remus laughed.

“I admire him,” Remus said, “I would have died from embarrassment by now.”

“Oh, have you seen it?!” Sirius suddenly turned to look at him, their noses almost brushed. Remus’ heart skipped a beat.

“Seen what?”

“The abomination James made for Evans for Valentine’s day!”

“For Valentine’s? But it’s January,” Remus said as Sirius opened the drawer of James’ bedside table and reached inside. He pulled out a wooden cube that fit in the palm of his hand.

“It opens on my voice for now. Later he’ll change it to activate when Evans says ‘James’.” In that moment the top of the box popped open and the sides fell to reveal a petit yellow bird figurine. Just as Remus thought: Oh, this is cute, a blearing sound spread through the room. “Evans,” the bird boomed in James’ voice, “go on a date with me this Hogsmeade weekend!” Remus grimaced at the volume of the noise.

“My idea to make it loud,” Sirius said with a proud grin.

“Oh, why did you help him with it?!” Remus started laughing.

“He’s gonna transfigure it into a real bird and make it sit oh her shoulder giving her compliments the whole day. I haven’t decided whether I’m gonna let him go through with it. Reckon it might be worth it to see the look on Evans’ face.”

“This is bad.” Remus couldn’t stop sniggering. “This is so bad.”

“The lad has no shame. Maybe you could make one for your mystery man. I bet it would change his views,” Sirius joked. He was being incredibly charming. Remus couldn’t help it. When you’re not supposed to look at something, it’s all your eyes want to do. He dropped his gaze to Sirius’ flawless lips. It wasn’t discreet at all. Remus realised he was leaning towards him, smiling stupidly. Sirius’ eyes flickered between Remus’ as realisation flashed across his expression. He drew back a little. “Oh,” was all he said. Remus’ smile dropped suddenly as he pulled back as well.

“Me?”

Remus’ heart was thumping in his ears. It kind of felt like his soul was leaving his body. No, actually, he was sure his soul was leaving his body. Suddenly, he scrambled off the bed frantically, saying: “Fuck, sorry,” then crossed the room in three large, quick steps and bolted out the door. “Moony,” he heard the dim and distant shout. Deja vu. Only this time he’d had enough sense to grab the map.

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children’s games pt. 2 (d.l.m)

description: part two to my first post: children’s games !

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y/n’s pov:

the days were growing awfully cold and lonely without draco’s company. most days i was able to avoid him entirely, always arriving to and leaving meals early, residing in the common room during my free time, and assuring i always had someone by my side during and after lessons. 

still, the pain in my chest was unbearable. it felt like a relentless cruciatus curse that spread through my veins into the tips of my fingers. whenever i did see him, i felt my eyes growing blurry with tears and a distinguished pang in my chest. as angry as i was with him, i couldn’t live without him.

it didn’t dismiss the fact that his treatment towards me was slightly cruel. one would’ve thought that after all this time, draco would’ve had half a mind to swallow his pride and reputation and confess his undying love for me. the thought that i was nothing more than an embarrassing secret absolutely wrecked me. draco not doing anything to mend what he broke only confirmed the ill-consuming thought.

i couldn’t help but think he seemed better without me. after the night i broke it off, he was still laughing with his friends and antagonizing first-years the next day. he was still the same draco, only a bit colder and meaner if he could even end up that way. 

as i walked through the courtyard, i couldn’t help but notice how the fall-winter chill ran down my spine. it seemed fitting considering how i’ve been feeling these past few days. it was the first time i’ve been alone outside my dorm or common room since draco and i separated. i was dreading every minute of it. 

although i’ve failed to cry outside of my dorm room walls, my façade faltered slightly whenever i caught a glimpse of him. i couldn’t let him know, however. it would just be one more thing he could use against me when he spoke maliciously upon my name with his friends. 

i held my robes closer to my body as i wandered aimlessly through the courtyard. despite the cold, it was a rather nice day outside. a day that i thought i would be able to enjoy alone. when i turned the corner, however, i knew that i was wrong.

very wrong.

there he was. sitting alone on a bench with his head buried in his hands and his body shaking in attempt to muffle his cries. seeing him like this only made me want to wrap my arms around him, hold him close and whisper sweet words of affirmation until his sobs turned into soft kisses and appreciation. 

but i knew i couldn’t. we were no longer together, he was no longer mine to comfort. merlin, i didn’t even know what he was crying about. i questioned why i felt bad when it wasn’t my business in the first place.

still, the sight of him quietly sobbing to himself in the lone corridor made my heart pang. of course, i still love and care about him.

i attempted to walk past him, hoping i could dim the patter of my feet into noiseless steps as i headed back to the common room. much to my dismay, i crunched a leaf under my footing right when i was walking past, making his head snap up and his eyes fall upon me. i froze in my spot, my shoulders tensing as i felt him staring holes into my back. i thought i could just walk away, run perhaps. just as i took my next step, he called out to me. 

“y/n...” his voice croaked out. i knew there was no way to avoid him now. the sooner we both get closure, the better. 

i turned on my heel to face him, keeping my distance as i stared at him emotionlessly. he, on the other hand, looked like a wreck. his hands were still shaking, his eyes glistening with tears and they looked absolutely bloodshot. i never noticed it before when i saw him in the halls, but he had dark bags clinging under his eyes. had they always been there?

i swallowed the lump in my throat, nodding at him slightly in acknowledgment. 

“i’m sorry...” he spoke again. his voice was hoarse as he spoke. i nodded once more, my eyes moving from his to the flooring between us. 

“you have what is important to you, and so do i. i was simply just tired of being put second,” i stated, my voice threatening to break as tears welled in my eyes. 

“you were never second. you were always first and i’m so... so sorry that i never treated you like it...” draco trailed off once more. from the tone of his voice, he sounded sincere. but at this point, i didn’t know what to believe from him anymore. 

“it’s fine, draco. it just simply wasn’t meant to be and that’s... that’s fine,” i stated. it took everything out of me not to run up to him and hold him, or perhaps let him hold me; for us to cry everything out in each other’s arms. i wished things were different. 

draco sniffled at my words, cries threatening to leave his mouth as i spoke.

“you really believe we weren’t meant to be?” his voice cracked as he questioned this. i looked back up at him briefly to see fresh tears streaming down his face, his lips pressed together as he never took his eyes off of me. 

“i wanted us to be,” i spoke truthfully, “but i refuse to let your reputation come in between us.”

draco opened his mouth once more to speak, but i silenced him quickly as words spewed out of my mouth. 

“you were never proud to be with me. you could never boast to your friends that you had me, because they would ridicule you. you wanted me, but only when it was convenient for you. i was not made for your convenience.” my words were cold and harsh, but every bit i said was true. every word i spoke was fueled from months of hiding, secrecy, and insecurity. all things that i hid only to make him happy.

tears now streamed freely down both of our faces, my heart beating rapidly as i felt everything begin to crumble around me. all the tears i shed, the progress i made, it was all apparating out of thin air.

“please... please y/n. please let me show you that i can change,” draco stood up quickly, now closing the gap between us as he moved towards me. he took my hands in his own; i could still feel him trembling. “i want you, and only you. i should’ve never let anyone or anything get in the way of how i truly feel about you.”

i stared up at him, his blue eyes piercing into mine with hurt and regret. seeing him in this state, i wanted to believe him. i wanted to believe that he could change and fix the things i needed to be fixed. the feeling of him holding me in this way was something i’ve longed for in these short few days of loneliness.

before i could say anything else, he spoke once more.

“i haven’t stopped crying these past few days. life without you is a place i don’t want to know. in the short few days i’ve experienced it, it’s killed me. it’s killed me not to see your smile and hear your laughter. i’ve never known a pain like the one i’ve felt since you said we were done. you cannot look at me and say that we weren’t meant to be because i know you feel the same way...” draco pleaded incessantly, his eyes boring into mine as he rubbed the smallest of circles into the back of my hand. 

hearing him speak only made me cry more. not because i was upset and angry, but because he was right. it’s always been him; it will always be him. i can’t truthfully look at him and tell him we weren’t meant to be because it’s not true. 

the sight of him in front of me was a draco i have never known before. sure, we’ve shed a handful of tears together from jealous fights and plaguing insecurities, but this was different. draco was not the type of person to break down and beg for forgiveness; he didn’t need it. but, i truly believed in this moment he needed me. and in the same way, i needed him. 

i slowly withdrew one of my hands from his, caressing the softness of his cheek and wiping stray tears away with my thumb. he melted into my caress, biting back tears and sighs of relief as i inched impossibly closer to him. 

“i love you,” i stated, my voice barely above a whisper. draco mustered up a smile despite his bloodshot eyes and incredibly paled face. he brought his hand up to mine, holding my hand against his face lightly.

“i love you,” he replied. he pressed a petal-light kiss to my forehead, making a soft smile creep onto my features. he dropped our hands, embracing me into a tight hug with his chin resting on top of my head. i wrapped my arms around his torso, allowing my head to rest on his chest and letting my previously tense state dissolve under his warmth. 

“i promise i’m going to make it up to you. i promise things are going to be different, love,” he murmured into my hair. i nodded against his chest, sighing outwardly as i relished in the feeling of his arms wrapped around me. it had only been a few days without him, but merlin, did it feel like an eternity. 

before we could even fully reminisce in the moment, however, a familiar voice piped up from behind us. 

“oi, malfoy! why are you letting the hogwart’s scum touch you?” blaise’s voice shot daggers through my ears and chest, making me tense once more under draco’s touch. draco pulled his arms away slightly, only to turn over his shoulder and shoot blaise a menacing glare. 

“don’t talk about my girlfriend like that, you git,” draco spit back at his friend. blaise’s eyes widened in surprise before his eyebrows furrowed into pure confusion. he scoffed audibly, crossing his arms over his chest as he paced towards us. i cowered from his stare, allowing my arms to droop back to my sides. 

“girlfriend? mate, what are you on about?” blaise asked, clearly thinking the entire situation was a joke. half of me expected draco to play along with blaise’s insults, but the other half of me reminded myself of his promise. 

“yeah, girlfriend,” draco spoke, his face etched in entire seriousness. he took my hand in his own. “for the past year and half now may i add. if you have a problem, you can take it up with me later, but you leave her the hell alone, zabini.” 

my face reddened in pride at draco’s side, a small smile tugging at the corner’s of my lips as he stood up for me, for us. 

blaise looked taken aback by draco’s words. instead of retaliating, however, he only nodded and shoved his hands deep in his pockets. he quickly walked away from us, turning the corner out of our sight. as soon as he left, i let a soft laugh escape from my lips as i turned to face draco. he was staring back at me, smiling widely as he squeezed my hand tighter. 

he embraced me once more suddenly, his arms wrapping around my waist as he lifted me. a loud laugh erupted from my mouth as i clung to his shoulders. his face was buried in the crook of my neck, placing soft kisses and murmuring the sweetest ‘i love you’s’ into the skin of my collarbone. i pulled his face towards mine, leaning down and allowing our lips to meet between muffled laughter. it was a dream, a dream that has now consumed my entirety as it came true.

all seemed right in the world once more.

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Whoever Broke Your Heart

George Weasley x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Cheating. Guy who doesn't understand the word "no". Teeny Tiny bit of Swearing.

Opening a Joke Shop was the best idea Fred and George ever had. It's what they were meant to do. What made them happier than one would think possible. At least that's what George had been trying to convince himself for the past few hours.

To tell the truth, this past week had been the most stressful so far, and they worked through the beginning of a war!

But now that that was over and Diagon Alley, like everywhere, was beginning to return to the new normal, the Twins had been flat out. Kids were preparing for the school year and in addition to their shop being near capacity every single day, mail orders were through the roof. It'd been like this for the past 3 weeks, but this week...This week could not possibly get any worse!

Between the eight new complaints from angry family members after falling victim to one of their products. To the three ruined displays after a customer 'accidentally' set off one of the boys 'Crazy Creatures' feature Fireworks which sparked a Lion to pounce throughout the store, until the Twins got it under control, it had managed to take out it's fair share of shelving and they had to close the store for a little over an hour to clean up. On the brightside they sold twelve of those that day after everyone saw it in action. Now, however, there weren't enough fireworks in the store to distract George from the mountain of paper work he'd been ignoring. Or from the fact he still couldn't get his latest invention to cooperate. He has completely HAD IT. In his opinion this week can well and truly go and get fuc-

"OI GEORGE! You're not still working in there are you!?" Fred called as he made his way to his brothers room.

Sure enough, there his Twin was. Slumped uncomfortably in his desk chair working reluctantly on the paperwork he'd neglected. With his head propped up by his palm he didn't even acknowledge his brothers entrance.

"For Merlin's sake, George. The stores closed mate, give yourself a break for a minute won't you?" Fred walked over to glance at the work spread haphazardly over the desk top.

"Later. I'm nearly done." George murmured.

"Bollocks you are." Fred replied lifting several order sheets from the pile to read through them. "You've been working non-stop lately, just let it slip for tonight, mate."

"I can't Fred!" He snapped in frustration. "We're so far behind it's ridiculous. I can't let it go because it needs to be done before open tomorrow!"

"We're not open tomorrow, George! It's Sunday!"

"What?" He looked up confusedly at his calender on the wall. "It's the 31st?"

"No." Fred dropped the papers in his hands and flipped the page of the calender, picking up a red marker which he used to circle the date. "It's the 5th, you numpty."

George threw his Quill onto the desk and pushed himself back into his chair, rubbing his eyes in frustration before running them through his hair with a groan. He had a whole day to get this done tomorrow. But here he was rushing through it like last minute revision before an exam because he can't keep track of what day it is. He relaxed at the thought of more time. Fred patted his shoulder with a slight chuckle, noticing much of the tension he'd been harbouring melt away.

"Worried for nothing" he joked. George looked up at him with a glare. Freds face dropped slightly, seeing the bloodshot whites of his Twins eyes and the dark circles beneath them. "Bloody hell...you really need a night out of here."

George stood to stretch his aching back and sighed satisfactorily as it cracked in several places. "Yeah. Maybe I do" he spoke honestly.

"Tell ya what, Georgie. I was gonna continue work on that Dragons Breath Candy of yours tonight anyway so" he dug his hand in his pocket and pulled out a bunch of coins counting quickly, "here's twenty galleons. Get out."

George tilted his head in question.

"Go eat, or drink, whatever. Just get out."

George wasn't feeling particularly energetic for a night out and opened his mouth to protest, but Fred was having none of it.

"UH! No. Take a shower, cause you reek. Then leave and I don't won't you back till you're truly hammered. Hear me?"

His brother smiled half-heartedly and sent up a mock salute with a playfully stern expression.

Feeling far more refreshed than he had 20 minutes ago thanks to a good hot shower, George readdied himself to leave, grabbing his keys then quickly apparating to the entrance of the Leaky Cauldron. True, it wasn't a particularly long walk but honestly...he just couldn't be bothered.

The Pub was decently full but given the fact it was barely past eight on a Saturday night, one would actually consider it quite empty.

Shuffling past the groups of people drinking and talking throughout the room he quickly made his way to the bar. He stood to the right of what appeared to be a couple, leaning his body against the counter as he ordered a Fire Whiskey. He pulled a vacant stool toward himself to sit down as he paid for his drink. He simply sat, contently sipping his beverage, listening to the music as he felt himself relax considerably finally having time away from the stress of work. A few minutes passed before something to his left caught his attention. The couple he'd sat next to, or rather what he now gathered was an uncomfortable woman and some insufferable git who clearly didn't understand the word 'no'.

He was relentless in trying to persuade the woman to join him for a dance...then a drink...then how bout a date...then a-OKAY! George had heard enough.

"Oi, mate." He shouted slightly to be heard over the noise of the room, he tapped the man's shoulder to make it clear he was the one he was talking to. He turned slowly with a sour look of disgust at the interruption. "Give it a rest won't you? She's clearly not interested."

The girl shifted slightly in her chair, distancing herself from the man who refused to leave her alone. She clutched her drink within her hands tightly, trying to appear invisible one would assume.

"You with her are you?" The man spoke as he turned his body to face George, eyeing him with a rude expression.

"No."

"Then sod off. You're not one to know what she wants."

"Given the 8 times she's told you 'no' in the past 5 minutes I'd say I know exactly what she wants. For you to leave her alone."

The girl couldn't help but smile slightly at the redheads boldness of words. The man on the other hand was quickly becoming agitated. He straightened himself and took a menacing step forward, nostrils flaring. George didn't budge. Unphased by the man's movements, he simply sipped his drink with a deadpan expression.

"You tryna spark a problem, buddy?"

"Merely attempting to resolve one." George spoke smoothly.

"I don't see one here needing your help." He hissed.

"That'd be because you're it. So unless you'd like me to conjure you a mirror I'm afraid you'll remain quite blind." He took another sip of his drink. "The girls not interested. Leave her alone."

"Oh she looks plenty interested to me" the angry man spoke "just playing hard to get" he smirked stepping back a pace and wrapping his arm around the woman's side. George noticed her cringe at the contact moving away from him in her seat.

George placed his drink on the counter and stood slowly. His movements making the man drop his arm and puff his chest to appear bigger than he was. Stares never leaving one another as the redhead turned his body to face the arrogant man, looking down on him as if he were something unpleasant stuck to his shoe. Towering in comparison, a good head taller than he was caused a flash of unease to spead across the face of the offender. Evidently he had not realised the full size of the man infront of him while he was seated.

"Leave." George spoke in a deep and threatening voice. Eyes like daggers peircing all confidence the man before him previously held.

In an attempt to gain some composure and try not appear to be fleeing the git scoffed. Throwing a lame insult at the two of them before grabbing his drink and sulking away into the small crowd. George stood in place like a statue until the man had disappeared from sight completely. Posture and expression immediately softening as he turned back to the woman by the bar "are you alright?".

"Fine. Thank you." She spoke swiftly. Not turning to face him clearly wanting to be left alone as her body was still stiff and rigid. George looked at her unsure of what to say. "Do you need anything?".

"No. I'm fine. And I'd appreciate being left alone." She snapped turning her head ever slightly toward him as she did so. He tried to not take it personally as he noted the emotion held in her eyes and the slight tremble in her lips. The way she sat as if trying to restrain herself from something. Her drink, obviously bought long ago as the ice had all melted and the condensation had formed a large ring around the base of her glass. She'd probably been here long before that tosser showed up.

George sat, facing back to his glass not wanting to disturb her any further. She was beautiful he thought, and had the circumstances been different he probably would have been tempted to buy her a drink. But he knew now definitely wasn't the time, even if he just couldn't shake the feeling he needed to say something.

He eyed her curiously and cautiously, not wanting to appear as another weirdo incapable of understanding boundaries. Watching her stare sorrowfully at a Golden Diamond ring she fiddled with in her hands, a tear slipping down her cheek. It all made sense now. He raised his drink slowly to his lips, looking forward.

"Whoever broke your heart, must have been crazy."

She turned to him instantly, a very confused expression on her face as she watched him toss his head back to finish his drink. He signalled to the bartender for another before turning his head to look at her.

Mouth agape slightly as she furrowed her brows at him. He couldn't help the smile that came at her reaction, he nodded toward the ring in her hands.

"Engagement ring, is it not?" He reached for his new drink without taking his eyes off her. She stared at it for a moment before answering solemnly. "It was."

She bit her lip while turning the ring over on her finger tips, as if unsure whether or not to continue. George reminded silent, not wanting to force anything from her she wasn't comfortable with. "I caught him cheating little over a week ago."

"He's a git." He said abruptly taking a mouthful of whiskey. The girl laughed at this turning to look at him.

"You sound so sure."

"I'm certain."

"You don't even know his name"

"No, but I've got a couple for him."

She laughed loudly this time, having to look away from him to compose herself. George could have listened to that laugh all night, he was suddenly very thankful for Fred all but pushing him out of the flat earlier.

When she turned back to face him her cheeks were burning pink and she'd bit her lip slightly. He was taken by her completely. Which is stupid, he thought, because he doesn't even know her name. Shit. He doesn't know her name!

"I'm George, by the way" he reached his arm out to her.

"[Y/N]" she smiled taking his hand.

"Can I buy you a fresh drink?" He nodded toward the warm, flat beverage sat infront of her.

Hesitating slightly she stared into his eyes before nodding with a sincere smile.

They spoke for ages about Everything. Nothing. Hell anything that came up. He couldn't work out how someone could possibly have said goodbye to a girl like her. Nobody in their right mind could. He was smitten, with all of her. The way she smiled. Her laugh. They way she bit her lip when she tried not to blush. The way she played with her hair. He was oblivious to everything in that pub except her. As she was with him.

That was until the distinct sound of her favourite song peirced her ears. She hadn't taken her eyes off him for more than a second since he bought her that first drink, and there'd been a lot since then. Suddenly she was looking over at the band in the corner, smiling.

"I love this song"

He didn't know why the idea came to him, probably from the overwhelming urge to touch her he's been resisting for so long. To hold her. Kiss her. Guess this works as well...

He stood, finishing his drink in a single gulp and held his hand out for her. "Come on."

"What?"

"We're going to dance" he grinned at her.

"Oh, no. I am a terrible dancer!"

"Same, love. No excuses." He winked at her taking her hand and pulled her up.

"One second" she pulled back a step but kept her hand in his. She turned to grab her mostly full drink, chugging it and placing the empty glass back against the rest, before turning her attention back to him.

George let out a haughty laugh at the action. Her grip on his tightened as she glared playfully at him, then taking the lead walked out onto the dance floor where he twirled her around and they danced next to one another not caring about how silly their moves must have looked as neither cared they couldn't dance.

They stayed out there the rest of the night, until the band announced their last songs were coming up. Slow songs. All couples on the floor began to move together. [Y/N] glanced around nervously before her eyes trailed back up to him, he was smiling down to her. Hand outstretched. She took it willingly and he pulled her into him where he began to sway.

"And you said you couldn't dance" she joked as she noticed he'd clearly done this before. He shrugged. "May have learned a move or two at school".

As the music went on the two of them only got closer, his arms wrapped around her as she lay against his chest. George let his chin gently rest on the top of her head, eyes closed enjoying the moment. It was perfect. Until, he felt a notable sigh leave her chest. Not at all content. It was sharp and she was obviously thinking about something she rather wouldn't be. He pulled back slightly to look down at her.

"Hey...what's up?"

"Sorry." She spoke to his chest "I didn't mean t-I just..." stumbling over her words she mentally kicked herself for ruining the moment. Taking a step back as she shook her head, she let go of him. George felt cold without her. "It's not you. I just-"

"You were thinking about him."

[Y/N] looked up at him with sad, apologetic eyes.

"It's okay, [Y/N/N]" he closed the space between them and ran his hand down her shoulders to her elbows. "I understand."

"It's just...all this...the slow dancing, the feelings I have right now..."she stopped herself, staring down at her shoes.

"Hey," he moved to cup her face in his hands. Bringing her face back up to look at him. His brows were furrowed and he had such a sincere look on his face [Y/N] could have melted right there. How could someone she only just met hold so much more love in his eyes toward her than her ex-fiancè ever did? "I like you." She spoke before he could. Georges eyes widened at the words, a smile began to creep on his face. Her hands came to rest on his arms as his hands fell to hold below her jaw. "I just...I don't know how you can be looking at me like that. When you barely know me, but then I was with-" "the git." She laughed at his interruption but still dropped her head to stare at the floor sadly "When I was with, the git, for 3 years and he never..."

"Listen to me." George ducked himself, as his finger tilted her chin up to look at him, "You deserve so much better than him. I don't have a clue how a prat like him managed to wrangle a winner like you but..." his eyes were flicking frantically between hers, desperate for the right words, "whoever couldn't see the girl that I see right now wasn't looking at you, love. If I know one thing is true...if you let me, if you give me the chance. I'll never be like whoever broke your heart."

Tears were forming in her eyes. Biting her lip as a smile began to form. She nodded slowly. Then quickly as she threw an arm over his shoulder and around his neck to pull him into a kiss, followed swiftly by the other. His hands fell to her waist. They felt perfect together. [Y/N] couldn't believe she'd nearly married some cheating git, when there was a man like this out there. A man so full of love, and compassion and pure joy he could light a dark room with nothing but his smile.

As the song that was playing slowly faded to an end the two finally parted lips, smiles so giddy they felt like Second Years again. She fell back into his chest as her arms came down to wrap around him, eyes closed listening to the sound of his heart beat and breathing as the bands last song began to play.

"I kinda wanna thank him." George spoke. She looked up at him, mouth slightly agape, brows furrowed, utterly confused. He couldnt help but chuckle at the look she was giving him. "Well, if he didn't do what he did, you'd never have ended up here in my arms." He smirked causing [Y/N] to roll her eyes before pulling herself back into him. "That's so cheesey" he felt her laughter quiver through his chest. He kissed the top of her head. "Get used to it"

[hasquetzorkukudoneanythingwrong]

Starter of Wars

(Warning, contains graphic material)

It was over, the Lion king had been defeated by Hokusai. After a long and hard fought battle, the culmination of so many fights throughout Dazzling Vegas, it looked to be over.

Hokusai: I-I I did it! I beat the Lion king! Hahahaha! I am the greatest swimsuit swordmaster!

Buntoria: that is right, Hokusai. You're the victor! I commend you for your efforts!

Mari: great! Now where's the Grail?

Buntoria: hmmm?

Hokusai: yeah! Where's the holy grail? The one you used to make Dazzling Vegas in the first place?

Buntoria: uh.... there seems to be a misunderstanding.... while I did create Dazzling Vegas there was no holy grail involved.....

Ed: huh?! So.... there's no grail?

???: now I wouldn't say that.

And nearby was the mysterious man of mystery..... Merlin.

Ed: oh hey Merlin

Mari: do you have the grail?

Merlin: I have to say, I'm a bit disappointed by that response you two.

Rex: we've already told them about you man, they're not gonna be shocked or anything.

Merlin: *sigh* you just had to ruin my fun, huh?

Quetz: si, now get it over with!

Merlin: well if you're going to spoil so much, where's the one responsible for all this?

Musashi: .....hey

Mari: huh?! Musashi? Where have you been?

Musashi: hey! How'd you know who I really was?

Ed: you can't trick us with that Iori stuff... it was painfully obvious.

Hokusai: wait?! Iori was Musashi the whole time?! Also where have you been?!

Musashi: master actually said I can sit this out, wanted this to be about the kiddos and such. But I had to come back for this part.... since I'm pretty vital to it all....

Rex: yup!

Mari: so what's what's deal?

Musashi: the long and short of it is that I had gotten lost in this desert and had basically nothing in the way of survival other then a few rations that I had no way to cook. Then I found a holy grail and decided to use it to make Udon and..... it seemed to not be super compatible with my Buddhist lifestyle and it split my skill with the sword out of me, rendering me a berserker and creating a heavenly demon from the skill I lost. I then asked Merlin to help create a way to contain it until I can find a Saber class servant strong enough to help defeat her!

Merlin: that's when I suggested to our dear Lion king to create this Dazzling Vegas!

Ed: so this was you making up for a big mistake you made?

Musashi: pretty much......

And as they talked, Dazzling Vegas started to fade and revert back to the desert that was originally in it's place.

Mari: oh wow.... it's going away.

Musashi: here she comes.....

As the singularity fades, eventually a presence is felt by everyone around and the heavenly demon is seen.

Ed: it looks like Musashi

Mari: ....what the fuck is that outfit?!

Musashi: hey! What's wrong with it?!

Mari: what's right with it?!

Rex: it's not great.... let's be honest.

Musashi: hey!

Quetz: you're lil cowgirl getup is much nicer!

Musashi: well that's good to hear atleast.

Hokusai: this presence.... there's no doubt she's powerful.... I dunno if I can take her....

???: WELL GOOD THING YOU DON'T NEED TO FIND OUT!

Then out of nowhere, a figure appears behind the demon and proceeds to seemingly kill them! Some kind of weapon is seen sticking through the demon's chest.

Musashi: what?!

Rex: fuck

Quetz: oh no....

The demon fades, and it's essence is seen being absorbed into the being, granting them the power of the grail as they stand there, Macuahuitl in hand.

Mari: who the hell......

???: ah! You two must be the ones I am meant to kill! You may call me Itzcaque! I am your doom.

The being was dressed in a Jaguar skin, with coal black skin and menacing yellow eyes.

Ed: mamá who's that.....?

Quetz: an underling of that bastard, Tezcalipoca.

Itzcaque: hahaha! Si! Big man wants me to kill eso pinches niños! The stupid shark and bat couldn't, so it's my turn now!

Buntoria: do you really think I'll just allow you to attack them like that? Because if so, you've got another thing coming!

Hokusai: yeah! We ain't letting you touch masters!

Itzcaque: it's cute how you think you can do anything about it!

The two servants attempt to attack the god, only for them to send them flying back with a single strike of their weapon!

Buntoria: ugh! They're too powerful!

Hokusai: I would've preferred the heavenly demon!

Itzcaque glowed with the grail's power, before speeding towards one of the kids

Itzcaque: you're dead!

Boom!

When the dust settles, Itzcaque's weapon is not piercing one of the kids, but is being blocked by an icy shard instead.

Rex: STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM MY CHILDREN!!!

Itzcaque: que!?!

The other deity leaps back in confusion. Rex's hand is seen covered in icy shards and gave off a chilling air about it.

Itzcaque: wait! You were capable of that!? This whole time?!

Rex: yeah, now get lost or die!

The ice on Rex's hand melts off and turns into a rocky lava filled hand instead.

Musashi: uh.... Quetz, not gonna help out?

Quetz: not this time, it's rare for mi amor to get like this and it can be a bit exciting.

Musashi: wait.... you're not getting of-

Quetz: shhh!

Itzcaque: this changes nothing! Just one more bastard in my way!

Rex: we'll see about that!

Rex's eyes glow a dark red, as he bursts forward towards the god, while Itzcaque matches his speed to attack!

The jaguar swings his weapon at Rex, who manages to block it with his hand, and then slices at his side with the other hand and the ice shards coming out of it.

Itzcaque: verga!

He pulls his weapon away and manages to strike Rex's face, drawing some blood.

Rex: bastard!

Mari: papá!

Itzcaque: hahaha!

Rex has had enough, the ice hand turns to magma as he delivers a burning uppercut and simultaneously turns the lava hand to ice and slices the god's armed hand clean off.

Itzcaque is sent flying back from the burning uppercut. They barely manage to recover from the attack, but are now unarmed!

Itzcaque: you're stronger the I would've thought! But for Tezcalipoca you will die!

One last time, the god launches towards Rex.

CHOMP!

Rex is seen swallowing what he had eaten, with the blood still dripping from his maw before turning back to a normal head. He wipes some of the blood off of his face before looking back at everyone else awkwardly.

The air is filled with the sound of bones being crunched by powerful and monstrous jaws, and the odd pungent smell of what is assumed to be blood, a lot of said substance is seen splashing the place as the crunch happened. The lower body of the deity is seen hitting the ground, with the odd gold substance making a large splash as it hits the ground. Everyone is taken a back by the sight before them, as they see that Rex's head had transformed into a monstrous reptilian form to perform the attack and eat the god. Rex's face is covered in the godly blood after performing the attack on the deity who attacked his children.

Rex: ....sorry you had to see me do that.

Quetz: it's ok, mi amor. The circumstances kind of called for something like that.

A/N: pretty much the finale of the Vegas story. I will post an epilogue later on, but for now this story's closed up! Hope you enjoyed it, sorry to those who may have gotten uncomfortable from the graphic descriptions at the end.

Tags

@havetheavengersdoneanythingwrong @hasbbdoneanythingwrong @haskamadoneanythingwrong @hasspartacusdoneanythingwrong @hasjalterdoneanythingwrong

[c-rose2081]

Dragon Colds & Rose Petals

Love Like Dragons AU

Bevie | Huma (implied) | Gildry | Mal & Audrey BROTP

—

Evie Grimhilde was a happily married woman. She had been for nearly three months now, and it was marital bliss. But there was a small part of her that was still a lonely, single, Dragon mom. So when Ben walked in on her that day, struggling to keep the human thermometer in Mal’s mouth to take her temperature, he laughed.

Mal, her best friend and a five year old Isle Dragon, had been sick for the past two days. Evie wasn’t sure what brought it on, as Audrey - Ben’s Aurorian Dragon - didn’t seem to have anything. And of course that small, single, lonely dragon mom part of her reared it’s head. What if Mal was terminally ill? What if she died? What if Evie would wake up tomorrow and her best friend wouldn’t be there? It nearly sent her into hysterics. Coddling the cranky, tired spike menace was the only thing that could calm her.

Naturally, Mal hated it.

Ben, thankfully, was a level headed man, and he rescued poor Mal and quarantined her in another room. He then held Evie to his chest and quietly stroked her hair as she rattled off every possible dragon disease she found on the internet and their outcomes.

“I have a friend who’s a vet,” Ben told Evie when she had finally calmed down, holding her close as to keep her from spending the night with Mal - who was no doubt sleeping, “she comes and looks at Audrey every few months, I’m sure she’d be happy to give Mal a checkup,”

And so Evie agreed that a vet visit would be the best option, rather then trusting DragonMD. Of course, she wasn’t aware that Ben and this ‘vet’ were very close friends. Let alone that this ‘vet’ was a woman who he was apparently quite comfortable with. Uma was a pretty, muscly, dark skinned sort with long turquoise and white braids. She stood at least a head above Evie in height, and when she pictured a ‘vet’, Uma was quite far from what she was imagining.

“Uma!” Ben greeted with an open hug, “thanks for coming,”

“You’re lucky, Ben. I just got back into town,”

“Uma works in freight,” Ben explained to Evie, resting an arm around her waist as Uma pulled a rather large black duffle in behind her, “she travels a lot; it’s why you didn’t meet her at the wedding. Uma, this is my wife, Evie. I wrote to you about her,”

“Yeah; all good things thankfully. It’s nice to finally meet you,” Uma replied, Evie smiling in kind and taking her hand in a firm shake. The grip was incredibly strong, and the skin on her palms was callous, “Ben, I hope you don’t mind. But I brought Gil.”

“Who’s Gil?” Evie asked, brows popping up. She expected Gil to be a person, or perhaps a child. Having a large, horn-backed dragon wander in with a rose in his beak wasn’t what Evie expected at all. Like the day she had met Audrey, the girl yearned for her sketchbook, “oh my goodness,”

“I told you. Uma is great with dragons,” Ben laughed, “this is Gil,”

“My boyfriends dragon, actually,” Uma told Evie.

“I’ve never seen anything like him!” Evie exclaimed, jostling as ‘Gil’ nearly knocked her over when he came to bump the side of her leg with a wing.

“Sorry,” the sailor groaned, rolling her eyes as she grabbed the dragon by the back of the neck, “he’s really good with people, and gentle as they come. But he’s just so big,”

“What kind of dragon is he?” Evie asked, kneeling down to have a better look. Gil, unlike both Mal and Audrey, was built like a narrow turtle, and was armored like a tank. He had short legs with four toes each, and an articulated shell covering his nape, all the way down to his back legs. His tail was stubby, but sprouted four impressively long spikes, and his face was wide eye’d with a beak rather then a toothy maw. Gil’s wings, Evie noticed, folded inelegantly against the outside of his shell, a bit like messy accordion blinds. No doubt they were quite large in order to help such a bulky creature fly.

“Gil is a Coastal Dragon. They usually live out by the sea, in the sand,” Uma explained, heaving the creature to the side where he flopped to his belly unbothered, still holding the bright red flower in his beak, “Harry picked him up when he was traveling, and he’s been with us ever since. He’s a lazy beast,” Uma complained, tapping the creature’s shell with a boot, “doesn’t do jack-shit other then lay around all day,”

Evie couldn’t help but laugh at this, only to jump as Gil made a noise. It sounded almost like a tired, sad foghorn.

“He’s been crying like that all morning,”Uma drawled, “the minute he figured out I was coming here, he wouldn’t let me leave without him,”

“Why would he do that?” Evie asked, frowning slightly in confusion as Ben rubbed the back of his head and Uma glanced at him expectantly.

“Princess! Your boyfriend’s here!” Ben called out, his voice echoing through the tall vaulted ceiling of their house. Puzzled for a moment, Evie turned as Audrey’s birdsong reached her ear. It only took a second before the pink bullet - wings fully outstretched - glided into the room. Gil, who had previously been laying down, leapt up faster then Evie ever could’ve imagined for such a stocky beast. His accordion wings unfurled like a whip, and Uma tugged Evie backwards a step as he gave one powerful flap and was in the air.

“Sweet Merlin, he’s massive,” Evie breathed in wonder, watching as Gil captured Audrey in a mid-flight embrace, enfolding her between his arms and resting his large head on her crest, “are they...?”

“Together,” Ben confirmed with a nod, “it was a surprise to us to, once we figured it out,”

“Gil is romantic, the big lug,” Uma chuckled, placing her hands on her hips as Gil transferred the rose he’d been keeping to Audrey, who somehow managed to tuck it behind her ear flap in a very teenage-girl like manner, “he gets it from Harry, I think. Sorry about your rose bushes, Ben.” Uma admitted, grimacing slightly as Ben merely chuckled.

“It’s alright. The gardeners will take care of it,”

“Right then. So, you told me you had a sick dragon here?” Uma asked Evie, “and it’s clearly not Audrey,”

“My dragon, Mal, has been sick for a few days now,” Evie told the woman, returning to fretting over her best friend, “She’s really dull and tired, and even more cranky then usual,”

“Hm, that could be a number of things,” Uma pondered, heaving her black duffle up over one shoulder, “what breed is she?”

“An Isle Dragon. At least I think she is. I got the egg as a gift. Mom didn’t ever tell me where she got it from,”

“Well, let’s get to it then. I want out of here before Gil starts mimicking Audrey’s love songs,”

And so the trio left the foyer, heading upstairs into the large upper floor. Ben had made Mal her own special quarantine room. Audrey’s claw marks were all over the door’s painted exterior, showing where she’d been trying to get in earlier.

“I’ll have to talk to that girl,” Ben mumbled at reaching the door, ruffling his hair and groaning at the idea of having to fix the damage. Audrey wasn’t normally destructive, and Evie thought maybe she was coming down with something like Mal had. But Uma merely shook her head.

“It’s only natural,” she explained, opening the door and flicking on the light, “Audrey and Mal have probably already formed a family unit. It’s normal for one dragon to comfort another in times of pain or illness,”

“But Mal and Audrey quarrel constantly,” Evie complained, “they never get along,”

“Maybe so, but Dragons aren’t solitary in the wild. They build family units to survive. You did the right thing though, keeping Audrey out of here,” Uma admitted, kicking the door closed with a boot. Mal was laying in her basket, snoozing the day away unbothered by their entrance.

“I’m going to go call mom and dad,” Ben said to Evie quietly, “see if I can’t get someone down here to fix the door, and the bushes. You’ll be ok here with Uma?”

“Yeah. Love you,”

Sharing a quick kiss on the lips , Ben gave a half wave to Uma before skirting back out the door and vanishing.

“You two are good together,” Uma commented a little while later, removing a stethoscope from her bag and slinging it around her neck, “I was surprised when Ben said he was getting married,”

“Oh?”

Sinking down onto a low stool, Evie watched as Uma very carefully checked Mal’s heartbeat, “why do you say that?”

Uma switched the stethoscope for an ear tool as she began checking Mal’s ear holes.

“I dunno; it just never seemed like he could find the right fit. Hell, even we tried it out once,” Uma admitted with a laugh. This caused Evie’s stomach to drop like a rock. She didn’t mean for the green eye’d monster to make an appearance, but she couldn’t help it. After all, it had only been a few months, and she was nothing like Uma.

“Uh...why didn’t it work out? You and Ben?”

“Ah, we aren’t anything alike, really,” Uma said, satisfied with Mal’s ears and digging around in her bag for a moment, “I was always gone, you know? And of course Ben has his parents business to worry about. He needed someone who could keep up with him. Ah,” finding what she was looking for, Uma removed a small ‘T’ shaped device from the bag, “let’s just take the temperature,”

With a beep, Uma looked at the little digital screen and nodded. She put her tools away, removing a stuffed toy from inside her bag and tucking it under one of Mal’s fat arms.

“You, Evie, seem like just the right type for him,” Uma insisted with a sharp nod, rising from her place on the floor and wiping her hands on her jeans, “as for Mal, I suspect a cold is to blame for this. Where does she normally sleep?”

“Uh, up in the rafters above my bed. She used to sleep next to me, but I share a bed with Ben now. Audrey usually sleeps on her perch,”

“Ah. I suggest maybe installing a heat lamp up there, or building a nesting box. I think she’s getting to cold at night. Dragons are sensitive to that sort of thing,”

“I didn’t know,” Evie admitted, “thank you, Uma,”

“Anytime. I love Dragons, and Ben is still a great friend so I’ll help him out when I can. Anyway, Mal should be back to her normal self in a few days. Keep her warm and eating normally, and if anything changes, call me again and I’ll come back,”

“Can Audrey be allowed back in?” Evie asked, holding the door open for Uma to leave as the girl shook her head.

“No. Keep Mal in here and resting until she’s closer to her normal self. No need to risk Audrey catching whatever she has.”

“Ok. I can do that,” Evie nodded, following Uma back downstairs. Ben was standing in the yard out front, looking over the trampled rose bushes. Audrey and Gil were cuddled up within the broken branches, warm and content in a nest of prickly thorns and velvet petals.

“I think Gil might be more romantic then you, Ben,” Evie joked, looping her arm through her husbands as the man made an offended noise in his throat.

“So you want rose petals?” He asked, “I can do that,”

“Mhm, whatever you say,”

“So how’s Mal? Everything ok?”

“She’ll be just fine,” Uma restated, “Evie knows what needs to be done. As for you, Harry wants to get together at some point for a guys night.”

“Will do. I’ll call him and Jay when I have time,”

Bobbing her head in understanding, Uma gently prodded Gil with a toe through the nest, causing him to lift his head groggily.

“Alright, big fella. Kiss your girlfriend goodbye, we need to get going,”

Gil gave a sad little moan and Uma shook her head, “no complaints. I’m the captain here. Now kisses, and let’s go,”

Evie couldn’t help her little ‘awe’ as Gil reluctantly gave Audrey a little cheek nudge before standing and romping out of the bushes unhappily. Ben picked his own dragon up from the thorns, cradling her like a baby as she wailed dramatically.

“Do you cry like that every time I leave the house?” Evie asked as Uma hauled Gil into her Jeep, leaving poor Audrey heartbroken and hanging limply off Ben’s arm.

“No,” Ben insisted, using his free hand to grasp Evie’s as he gave it a squeeze, “I’m even worse.”

—

A/N: So...this is officially an AU! I’m calling it the Love Like Dragons AU. Basically Auradon is just a normal city (no prince and princesses, no pirates, ect.). Ben is the heir to his wealthy parents business rather then being a King. And the only ‘magical’ thing in Auradon is the dragons part of it. If you have any questions or suggestions for the AU, ping me :3

[vinnwinters]

Draco Malfoy and the most Forbidden of Curses - Chapter 2-

Moments passed as they followed Harry down the cluttered isles of the labyrinth. And then Harry stopped in front of an old cupboard, staring up at a dusty old wig.

What is Potter looking for? It doesn't matter. Nothing Potter does matters anymore. His journey ends here, and mine is just beginning, Draco thought, his lips curving into a sinister grin. Let's start this battle with the most menacing thing I can say, something that will send a shiver to Potter's core.

"Hold it, Potter," Draco said.

Harry Potter stopped and turned around to face them. Crabbe and Goyle stepped forward, their wands already raised.

You failed! Draco thought. That sounded so much more intimidating in my head! Aloud it sounded weak! He doesn't even look scared, only surprised! And you haven't even raised your wand yet! I need to make up for lost ground, I need to —

"That's my wand you're holding, Potter," Draco said, lowering his voice as he raised his wand between the two goons in front of him.

Better! I think he's really scared now, Draco thought, partially satisfied.

"Not anymore," Harry panted, squeezing the wand in his hand.

Draco's wand.

"Winners, keeper, Malfoy. Who's lent you theirs?"

That cocky little — He thinks he can talk to me like — I'll show him, Draco thought. I'll tell him off once and for all, I'll —

"My mother," Draco replied.

Harry laughed and then said something else, Crabbe replied; but Draco heard none of it. Harry's laughter echoed in his mind, repeating like a broken record.

He thinks he's better than me, he thinks he's — Draco thought.

"So how did you get in here?" Harry's voice broke through the fog of laughter entangling Draco's mind.

"I virtually lived in the Room of Hidden things all last year!" Draco blurted out, in a desperate attempt to appear like he was still part of the conversation. "I know how to get in."

Goyle said something, but his words were still muffled in Draco's mind. And then he heard another voice in the distance, Ron's voice.

And then there were shouts, and a loud crash

"Descendo!" Crabbe's voice brought Draco back to the moment.

"No!" shouted Draco, grabbing Crabbe's arm. "If you wreck the room you might bury this diadem thing!"

"What's the matter?" said Crabbe, breaking free of Draco's grip. "It's Potter the Dark Lord wants, who cares about a die-dum?"

These two are useless as always, Draco thought with furious irritation. And now they're going to prevent me from delivering the die-dum to the Dark Lord, and they're going to get everybody killed!

"Potter came here to get it," Draco explained, in a tone as if he was talking to an infant, "so that must mean —"

"'Must mean?" Crabbe snarled as he turned towards Draco, "Who cares what you think? I don't take your orders no more, Draco. You an' your Dad are finished."

"We're taking them as our prisoners," Draco countered. "Not killing them."

"Harry, I found this weird book that —!" Ron's voice came from the other side of the junk wall. "What's going on?"

"You're othing', Draco. I'll kill Potter and his friends. And you're going to watch me do it, starting with that Mudblood," Crabbe snarled. "Crucio!"

The cursed soared through the air, barely missing Harry but sent the stone bust near him flying into the air.

I can't let this happen, Draco thought. I can't let this happen.

And then Hermione darted around the corner, her wand pointed in their direction.

"There she is," Crabbe said with a vile sneer.

"Stupefy!" Hermione shouted with a wave of her wand.

"I can do better than that, Mudblood scum," Crabbe snarled, "Avada Kedav —"

Crabbe hesitated and turned to Draco, who had grabbed his arm and held it tightly in a lock.

"Merlin's Beard Draco! What the hell are you —"

The Stunning Spell struck Crabbe smack in the side of his head, sending him flying backwards into the adjacent wall of rubbish.

"What did you do?" Goyle cried out to Draco as he flung a curse at Ron, nearly missing. "We're on the same side! We're on —"

"Expelliarmus!" Harry shouted.

Goyle's wand flew high into the air, vanishing into the sea of clutter about him. Goyle desperately looked around; trying to retrieve the wand, but another Stunning Spell from Hermione sent him flying through the air. Draco watched as Goyle landed in the vast pool of junk, disappearing beneath its surface.

Draco turned back to see his three rivals spread out, with Hermione in the middle, each facing him with their wand out.

"You're all alone now, Malfoy," Harry said. "No one else to hide behind."

"I wasn't hiding behind anyone," Draco snapped.

"You've always been hiding," Harry replied.

How do I get out of this one? I can't kill Potter, and Granger is probably prepared to defend herself, Draco thought. So that leaves…

"I'll take you down myself you cowardly bastard!" Ron bellowed as he charged towards Draco.

"Ron, what are you doing?" Harry shouted.

"Ron, don't!" Hermione said, rushing to stop him.

Excellent, I can always count on a Weasley to provide the perfect opportunity, Draco thought with a grin.

"Crucio!" Draco yelled, sending a bolt of light towards Ron's chest.

"Finite!" Hermione screamed, nullifying his spell.

"Hermione, get down!" Harry shouted, trying to position himself so she was out of his line of fire.

Ron was halfway to Draco now, his face red with rage. Hermione ran frantically to protect him. It was a brief moment of vulnerability in their attack, a moment Draco was not going to let pass.

"Crucio!" Draco yelled again.

"Finite!" Hermione's spell countered his again.

Ron lifted his wand.

"Stupify!" Ron yelled.

"Expelliarmus! Harry yelled, finally having a clear shot.

"Protego!" Draco shouted, and a bright white shield flashed before him a moment before the two bolts of magic could hit him. The attacks bounced off the shield.

"Fini—!" Hermione began, but stopped as Harry's deflected attack knocked the wand from her hand.

She turned as Ron flew by her, knocked backwards by his own reflected attack.

"Ron!" Hermione screamed, watching helplessly as he soared through the air.

Harry hesitated, in shock of what had just transpired.

This is it, Draco thought, this is only chance I'll get of escape!

He lunged towards Hermione, grabbing her and pulling her between himself and Harry.

"Let me go!" Hermione screamed, but her struggling stopped when she saw his wand pointed at her.

"Well, Potter… if I'm going to be accused of hiding, best to play the part," Draco said with a spiteful tone, pressing his wand up against her neck.

Please let this bluff work, he begged silently. Her skin felt warm against his; Draco was afraid to admit that it actually felt nice.

"Release her, now!" Ron roared as he rushed back into the fray. His wand was raised in one hand, and he was holding a large, old book with engraved black leather binding in his other hand.

"Weasleys apparently bounce back quickly," Draco mocked.

"Malfoy, you'll pay for this!" Harry said.

"Not this time," Draco replied, tightening his grip on Hermione. "I think this is the time that I get one of those miraculous 'Harry Potter narrowly escapes the consequences of his own actions' moments. It feels like it's my time to shine."

"Please, Malfoy…," Hermione breathed. "Please let me go and we can talk this out."

"When I get my hands on you," Ron boomed. "I'll —"

"You'll do nothing," Draco snapped. "Nothing or we'll be fighting above your girlfriend's corpse!"

Hermione gasped softly.

I can't believe this bluff is actually working, Draco thought. Now I just need to get to the exit and —

"You harm her and this will be the last place you ever cast a spell!" Harry shouted.

"I'll make sure of that," Ron growled. "I won't let him harm you, Hermione!"

"Care to back up that threat?" Draco snarled back at the two of them.

"Don't worry about me, Ron," Hermione replied weakly. "Just protect yourself!"

"We're getting out of here," Draco said. "And if you two try anything I'll —"

Draco felt the air leave his lungs as Hermione elbowed him in the stomach.

"You Mudblood brat!" Draco snapped, and then moved his mouth like he was going to speak an incantation.

"You won't hurt her! Alvedios Domrehehala!" Ron shouted.

Hermoine's mouth fell open. Draco's eyes widened. A bright flash of blue light engulfed them both, and they were gone.

Silence fell over the room, as Harry and Ron stared at the empty spot where their friend and rival had both been.

"What the bloody hell did you do to them?" Harry shouted, turning towards Ron.

"I cast a spell!" Ron replied, the pitch in his voice higher than normal.

"Well I can see that," Harry countered, "but what spell was it?"

"What? How was I to know? I didn't want Hermione to get hurt, so I cast the first spell I read in this book!" Ron protested.

"You mean a book you just found?" Harry asked.

"Yeah," Ron quickly replied.

"You mean a book you just found… here?" Harry pressed.

"Of course, where else would I have found the book?" Ron responded in a tone that suggested that Harry had asked a dumb question.

"That's probably one of Tom Riddles's books, our enemy!" Harry snapped.

"I had to do something, or else he was going to kill her! I couldn't let him kill her!" Ron yelled.

"So again, what exactly did you do to them?" Harry asked.

"That is… well… a good question," Ron admitted, his eyes frantically scanning the book. "I only understood the first few lines; the rest is in a language I don't understand."

Harry looked over Ron's shoulder; at the pages he had open. The incantation itself was easily legible, but the rest was written in a text that looked more like runes than words. The one other line that he could read said "Of new beginnings in a different time."

"Look, I panicked, okay! You can't make me feel any worse than I'm beating up myself," Ron explained, his tone filled with regret.

Harry closed his eyes, and clenched his teeth.

"We need to go, Ron," Harry said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"What, no. I'm not leaving her here!" Ron argued.

"We don't even know if she is here!" Harry countered.

"I said I'm not leaving her here!" Ron shouted.

"You can't save her if you're dead, Ron!" Harry yelled.

Silence fell over the room again.

"Look, if we're going to have any chance to figure out what happened, we need to first make sure that Voldemort doesn't destroy everyone at Hogwarts first," Harry said, his tone softer. "First thing we will do after that is try to find Hermione, okay?"

Ron nodded, swallowing hard. The look on his face broke Harry's heart.

"Okay…" he replied slowly. "Save the world, then save Hermione."

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