#rictusempra

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Prompt 2 - Rictusempra

@wolfstarmicrofic March 2, word count 265

Remus was being evasive, and it was annoying the hell out of Sirius. 

“Just tell me, Remus,” Sirius said for the hundredth time. 

“It’s nothing.” Remus tried to get away from Sirius, but Sirius was quicker.

“Rictusempra!” He yelled, and Remus fell to the floor laughing uncontrollably as invisible hands ticked his entire body. 

Sirius took the opportunity to jump on top of Remus. He straddled him, pinning him to the floor. “Come on, Remus, tell me what’s the matter.” Remus squirmed beneath him.

“There’s nothing to tell!” Remus gasped around his laughter. 

“Yes, there is! You’re hiding something from me. Now tell me what’s up!” Sirius demanded. The spell began to dissipate, and Remus let out a groan. Sirius leaned in. “Tell me, Moony.” His voice was barely a whisper. 

Remus looked up into those big grey eyes and kissed him. “Oh,” Came Sirius’s shocked response. “Oh,” He said again with more understanding before dipping his head and kissing Remus himself.  

He pulled away, smiling fondly down at Remus. “Rictusempra,” He muttered under his breath, sending Remus back into convulsions of laughter. “That’s for not just telling me.” He quickly nipped in and kissed Remus again. He left him on the dorm room floor in a giggling, surprised mess.

“Sirius!” Remus called out, but he was already skipping down the stairs into the Common room and out of the portrait hole. He thought he’d better give Remus a bit of space to calm down before he broached the subject of a date. After all, he had just used the tickling charm on him twice.    

[i-choose-the-danger]

Lesson Learned

Whoa, new fic alert! I'm surprised at how quickly I wrote this one. Don't expect that speed to become a habit though. 😂 This is a Hogwarts Legacy fic, so obviously if you play the game or plan to and wish to avoid spoilers, you should probably save this fic for later.

Summary: Ominis has offered to help the new fifth-year student catch up on learning charms. Sebastian gets volunteered as tribute to be the student's practice dummy, and also learns never to go behind his best friend's back again. Fic below the cut.

**A little background info for those of you who don't know anything about the characters but still want to read it and not feel completely lost:

Ominis Gaunt (yes of THAT Gaunt family) and Sebastian Sallow are 5th-year Slytherin boys and they've been besties since they met at school

Anne Sallow, mentioned a few times, is Sebastian's twin sister who became too ill to go to school any longer and now stays home

Ominis is blind, born that way (not something I made up, it's canon)

The other student is the "main character" aka the player in the game/story, and they've started Hogwarts as a 5th-year so they have a LOT to catch up on

For the purposes of this fic, the character is a female Slytherin and I've named her Kathryn

the "Undercroft", where this fic takes place, is basically a hidden room in the castle that only Ominis's family knows about... Ominis only shared this secret with Sebastian who then shared it with the main character when he shouldn't have

I think that's all the background info you need to know if you don't know the game's storyline. Time-wise, this fic takes places somewhere in the middle of the school year, after Sebastian told the other student about the Undercroft and I'd say not long before they start looking for the Scriptorium for those of you who know the storyline.

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Kathryn anxiously paced in a circle across the stone floor in a corner of the Undercroft. Her nerves getting the better of her, she fidgeted with the spell book in her hands and began to rotate it cover over cover as she walked. There was a lot of work she needed to do if she was to get her magical knowledge up to snuff with the other fifth-years before the O.W.L. exams began at the end of next term. The one subject she seemed to excel at was potions, which Ominis struggled with quite a bit. In exchange for tutoring him, he had offered to go over charms he'd been taught in his earlier years. Kathryn was about to give up on waiting when she noticed the red glow pulsing and growing brighter near the entrance gate.

"Oh good, you made it!" Kathryn exhaled. She smiled as the gate lifted and Ominis strutted underneath it as he extinguished his wand. She took a seat on the floor, folding her legs underneath herself and placing the spell book beside her. "I was starting to think that you'd forgotten." Her fingers buried themselves in her long dark hair and twisted around the strands.

"I promised you that I would come. You know I'd never break my word. I had to make sure there were no prying eyes around." Ominis furrowed his brow when he realized her voice came from below him. "Are you sitting on the floor?"

"It's usually how I study."

"Well, that will not do. You deserve better than cold stone. Just a moment." Ominis didn't need his wand to navigate the Undercroft. Having spent so much time down there over the past four years, the area was completely committed to memory. He disappeared around a corner and came back just as quickly pulling what looked like two large green velvet couch cushions behind him.

"Where in the world...?"

"I deserve a medal for being able to memorize and navigate Sallow's 'organized chaos', as he calls it, down here." He handed a cushion to Kathryn and dropped the other behind himself before sitting down onto it. "Much better. Did you have anything specific you wanted to go over today?"

"Madam Scribner helped me find a copy of Standard Book of Spells for first-years with braille and said I could keep it for the term as long as I bring it back in perfect condition." She placed the book on Ominis's knee and kept her hand on top of the cover until he took the book in his hands. As he started to flip through pages, she added, "I feel silly having to look through a first-year book and not knowing some basic spells and charms. I really do appreciate you offering to help."

"I don't mind. Sebastian brought you here to have a safe space to practice, so it only makes sense to utilize your time learning what you can."

"I still feel bad about that. If I'd known it was your family's private-"

"Nonsense," Ominis cut her off with a dismissive wave of his hand. "That fault lies with Sebastian, not you. I feel awful about snapping at you when I found out, so I suppose that makes us even."

"Fair enough. I got up to page thirty-two before morning classes started. I managed to spongify one of my books, which was fine until I realized I didn't know how to undo it and it bounced around every time I put it down." Kathryn huffed at herself, taking a seat on the cushion Ominis had given her.

"Ah, rookie mistake. Always learn a counter spell first." Ominis turned several pages in the spell book. "Twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two..." He brushed his fingers across a line of bumps on the page and let out a quiet chuckle.

"What?" Kathryn asked.

"It's an... amusing spell," he told her. Ominis leaned his head from side to side in thought. "It's not one you see used very often. I don't think I've ever seen it used during classes."

"Well, now you've piqued my curiosity." Kathryn craned her neck to try to read the page Ominis had the book opened to in his lap. She lightly tapped a fist against his knee. "Come on. I want to cram the past four years of your knowledge into my brain before Christmas break. What is it?"

"It's called rictusempra." Ominis grimaced as a small wave of embarrassment came over him. "It's a tickling charm," he added, angling his face down towards the book in his lap.

"I beg your pardon? You're kidding." Kathryn scoffed and looked up at Ominis, whose cheeks were now dusted a shade of pink. "You're not kidding. Is it that bad? What happens if I use it?"

"It's what one would expect. It hits you here," Ominis mumbled, bracing an open palm over his stomach. He stretched his fingers out and wiggled them around. "It feels warm and kind of fuzzy at first, but then it wriggles out and becomes increasingly unbearable. It tickles like mad and you have no way to block it because it feels like it comes from inside you, if that makes any sense. Ugh..." Ominis buried his face in his hand and could feel himself blush.

"You speak from experience. Sebastian used it on you, didn't he?"

"Oh goodness me, Sebastian knows better than to try something like that. He may be brash and completely reckless, but he's not suicidal." Ominis closed his eyes and laughed at a memory sparked from the conversation. He gazed in Kathryn's direction. "It was Anne, his twin sister. I can't remember why, but I was in a foul mood and they were having none of it. Sebastian tried to cheer me up and nothing helped. Then I heard her cast the spell and I reacted almost instantly." He shuddered and scratched around his torso as if he could still feel the effects of the spell. He felt a light squeeze at his ribs and jerked away from the touch with a gasp, swatting his hand out towards Kathryn. "Noooo no no. That's not wise."

"So you're already ticklish to begin with," Kathryn giggled. She thought for a moment and looked at the book that was still open to the spell page in Ominis's lap. "This doesn't say what happens if you cast the spell on someone who isn't ticklish though. Would it have the same effect on them or would it be useless?"

"You really do have a habit of making me think of things differently, don't you?" Ominis quirked an eyebrow while he thought over the question. "I actually don't know. And you're the first person I know to even ask. I suppose we'd have to find a willing practice dummy."

At that moment, they heard the gate open behind them and heavy footsteps echoing down the stairs through the chamber.

"Ahh, there you two are. I figured you had to be down here when I couldn't find you in the common room or Great Hall. I guess this means you're not mad at me anymore for letting Kathryn into the Undercroft?" Sebastian directed at his best friend.

"Of course not. I understand why you let her down here. Whyever would I still be upset?" Ominis's tone was less than sincere, but Sebastian didn't pick up on it. "You have excellent timing though, Sebastian. You're a perfect dummy," he added, smiling as he imagined the scowl Sebastian must be wearing.

"I am NOT dumb!" Sebastian put his books down on a nearby chair and crossed his arms over his chest.

"He means a practice dummy. No one is calling you dumb," Kathryn said, scolding Ominis by lightly backhanding his shoulder. "Ominis has been kind enough to spend time teaching me some charms and spells that you learned in previous years so I can catch up."

"Is that so? I can teach you spells that aren't in those books too. Just say the word." Sebastian felt a small pang of jealousy in that moment, even though he would never admit it. "So why do you need me to be your practice smarty?"

"Oh for Merlin's sake." Ominis groaned and rolled his eyes.

"This spell has to be used on a person and I didn't feel comfortable using it against Ominis. Besides, I wanted to test a theory." Kathryn stood and held out her wand towards Sebastian. "Odd question: are you ticklish?"

"What?!" Sebastian squeaked. He wrapped his arms tighter around himself and tried to remain calm as he took a few steps back. "I mean, of course not."

Sebastian glanced over at Ominis, who was wearing a smile that could only be described as pure evil. Ominis was fully aware of how sensitive Sebastian was, having heard him and his twin sister have countless tickle fights when they were younger.

"Oh, perfect! Let's see what happens then. Rictusempra!"

"No, wait!" Sebastian didn't have a chance to grab his wand and attempt to shield himself from the charm. A puff of silver glittery smoke shot out of the tip of Kathryn's wand and collided into Sebastian's torso. The boy gasped and instantly turned away from his friends as he doubled over, clawing at his vest.

"Did... did I do it wrong?" Kathryn asked.

"Not at all," Ominis replied in her direction. He stood and dropped the textbook back onto the cushion. "I suspect he's being stubborn and trying to fight it. What is he doing now?"

"He's kind of hunched over and jumping around like he needs to find a bathroom. I wish you could see him. It's utterly ridiculous." Kathryn clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle her own laugh as Sebastian squealed.

"Rictusempra is meant to weaken your opponent. The spell starts to dissipate once its victim is too weak to function." Ominis heard Sebastian starting to hiss through his teeth to suppress his laughter. "Sebastian, you're only making it worse for yourself. And you're not being very helpful to Kathryn either. Bad form," he scolded. He cleared his throat to hide a deep chuckle when Sebastian squealed again. "She needs to see how these spells work to understand them."

As if on cue, Sebastian's legs gave out and he fell to his knees. He couldn't fight the wriggling sensations against his ribs and stomach any longer and giggles rumbled in his chest before flowing freely from his lips.

"Okay-hay-hay-hee-hee! She see-hee-hees!" Sebastian's dark hair was a complete frumpled mop over his eyes. His shirt was untucked and his vest was twisted around his torso as he continued to claw and swat at the tickling sensations pulsing through his body. "Please! I ca-ha-ha-ha-han't!" He was laughing so hard that his eyes were tearing.

"If you actually feel pity for him and want to stop the spell, there's another that would immobilize him. Simply aim your wand at him and say titillando," Ominis told Kathryn in a hushed tone.

"And that'll stop the spell?" Kathryn was skeptical knowing what the incantation translated to, but she knew Ominis wouldn't teach her a spell that would hurt someone. It seemed plausible to her that a counter-spell would have similar terminology.

"You have my word." It wasn't a lie... exactly. Ominis could never lie to her, but he was still quite the cunning Slytherin when the need called for it. He was also still annoyed at Sebastian for letting Kathryn into the Undercroft without his permission. There's that old saying about payback...

"Titillando!"

"Oh my God, NO!" Ghostly transparent purple-tinted hands appeared around Sebastian and started tickling any spot on him they could reach. He no longer had the strength to hold back his laughter and outright screeched before bursting into cackles and curling into a fetal position on his side as he repeatedly kicked at the air. "Help meeeee! I can't brea-hee-hee-heethe!"

"Ominis!" This time Kathryn backhanded his shoulder with a force that nearly knocked him off balance. "He's going to pass out."

"He'll be fine. The little prat had it coming. Just give it a minute." Ominis continued to listen to Sebastian's deep laughter and occasional squeal, closing his eyes and laughing himself as it reminded him of happier times they had together before Anne had gotten sick.

"I do not want to be sent to Azkaban for murder! Call them off!" Kathryn tried to sound stern, but she knew Ominis could sense the amusement in her voice.

"Very well. Spoil my fun then. Finite incantatem."

As Ominis spoke the spell and aimed his wand at Sebastian, the ghostly hands vanished. Sebastian spread out his limbs, collapsing face-down on the stone floor and taking in gulps of air.

"Sebastian?" Kathryn bit down on her thumb and felt incredibly guilty as Sebastian lifted his head and turned it to face her. "Are you... okay?"

"Don't. Touch. Me. You two... are in... SO... much trouble... when I can see straight," Sebastian mumbled in between fleeting breaths and residual giggles.

"Me?! I just did what Ominis told me!" Kathryn glared at the blond. "You said that would stop the spell!"

"Did it not? I was truthful," Ominis stated with a shtug. A red light pulsed from the tip of his wand as he held it out and slowly stepped over to where he could hear Sebastian still panting. Crouching beside his best friend, he kept his voice low. "I thought you knew me better, Sebastian. I never get mad at you. I get even." Ominis extended an arm and felt around until his hand touched Sebastian's hair. He gave it a few semi-sympathetic pats before standing back up. "Although, I do confess that I may have gone a tad bit overboard."

"If you could see how destroyed he looks... Overboard is an understatement," Kathryn sighed. She offered her hands to Sebastian and helped him to stand.

"Overboard?! I almost died. I felt my soul leaving my body." Sebastian draped an arm around Kathryn's shoulders and leaned against her as his other hand massaged into his aching ribs. "I'll let you off the hook this time because you're learning." He glared at Ominis through the dark curls that were still matted against his forehead from sweat. "YOU on the other hand, you'd better sleep with one-" he caught himself in the middle of his own sentence as he realized what he was saying.

"Oh I dare you to finish that," Ominis hissed. He chuckled darkly. "Anne isn't the only one who knows your weak points. Perhaps I should teach Kathryn the body-bind spell next and you can show her how well it works."

"Perhaps you two can keep me out of your nonsense and just help me with my homework so I don't fail and watch you go on to sixth year without me," Kathryn interjected.

"Quite right. I apologize. We have work to do," Ominis admitted.

"I need a shower... and a nap now." Sebastian let go of Kathryn and stood up straight, wincing at the soreness in his torso from laughing so hard. "This is far from over though. Watch yourself," he added to Ominis as he passed by to head back to their dormitory.

"He's not serious, is he? I'm going to feel horrible if I started something between you two." Kathryn folded her arms over her chest.

"Not to worry. Our friendship is complicated, but solid." Ominis' jaw clenched as he thought about his siblings. "As I hate my actual family, I assume this is how real brothers would get along. He'll forget about it by tomorrow."

"I'll take your word for it. Let's go over a few more spells before dinner, hmm?" Kathryn sat back down and grabbed the spell book, flipping through pages. "Preferably some I can use in dueling. I have a feeling Sebastian won't go easy on me if Professor Hecat pairs us up again."

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The end! Hopefully y'all liked it. I have other Hogwarts Legacy drabbles knocking around in my head too. I love these two Slytherin boys so much. 😭 As always, likes and comments and reblogs are appreciated and encouraged. Thank you! 💗💗

[centaurudesngc4258]

Learned expelliarmus, rictusempra, and wiggenweld potion 💪🏼

[jonaslachose]

[iamnmbr3]

Things Draco Malfoy has Done in the Muggle World During His Postwar Probation

Attempted to order from a menu by speaking to it

Almost breached the Statute of Secrecy due to mistaking someone using clap-on-clap-off lights for a muggleborn using wandless magic

Got into a heated argument with the actors in a commercial because he thought the people in the tv were talking to him

Refused to walk in front of a car for fear of bumping into the invisible animals that obviously pull it

Panicked and responded "I have no idea what you're talking about" when asked what the "magic word" is

Complained that his telephone is broken because it periodically emits a loud ringing sound for no apparent reason

Run into Harry Potter unexpectedly in a pub, dropped everything he was holding, and automatically caught it with wandless magic without thinking, thus breaching the Statute of Secrecy in front of 47 muggles and the most famous Auror in Britain

Run into Harry Potter again in the same pub, thanked him for getting him out of those misuse of magic charges and apologized (again) for all of the more unpleasant bits of their history

Accidentally on purpose run into Harry Potter yet again in the same pub to find out why he comes to muggle London so often and how he's doing and to let him know that he's not remotely interested in whether the rumors in the Daily Prophet that he's split up with Ginny Weasley are true (they are)

Met Harry Potter in a pub for drinks to chat about old times except not the sad bits at least until they've had a few

Taken his muggle friends out to a pub that he definitely chose at random but which coincidentally Harry Potter also happens to be walking into so they might as well all sit down together

Had to admit that he may have mentioned him a few times when Harry is shocked to discover that all of Draco's muggle friends seemingly know his name despite the fact that he isn't famous in the muggle world

Met Harry and Harry's friends for drinks and somehow actually had a good time and not been vengefully poisoned by Ron Weasley or cursed by Hermione Granger or stabbed by Neville Longbottom or anything else dreadful

Had to explain to several bemused people that when Luna Lovegood says that they used to live together she doesn't mean they were involved romantically

Invited Harry Potter back to his flat and proudly shown him that he now knows how to make a telephone stop ringing (you just lift it up for a moment and then slam it back down and that fixes it) and then told him off for laughing

Visited Harry Potter at his flat, also in muggle London though protected by the Fidelius Charm for extra privacy, met a very small and excitable owl and had a protracted but good natured argument about which of them was actually better at Quidditch (because obviously if Draco had had a Firebolt he would have won every match)

Got his wand back and immediately transfigured everything in his flat just because he can and because it feels so good to use magic again and then cast Rictusempra on Harry because clearly Draco is the superior dueler and also because he likes the sound of Harry's laugh

Kissed Harry Potter.

[my-castles-crumbling]

Rictusempra - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 315

It had been the first Full Moon of the new school year. The first Full that his friends knew why he was missing. The first Full that he didn't have to lie to everyone.

His friends had asked to visit him the morning after, but Remus had insisted they wait. He knew he would be tired, and probably hurt, and he didn't want them to see that. So he agreed that they could visit that night, after dinner.

So he was surprised when he saw Madame Pomfrey leading Sirius to him, Sirius looking a bit scared.

"Hi, Remus," he whispered softly after Pomfrey left. "I...I know you said to wait until tonight, but I had something for you, and..." he trailed off, nervously looking Remus over, as if checking to make sure he was still alive.

"S'alright, Sirius," Remus murmured, happy to see his friend after a day of laying around. "I'm okay, you can-" he gestured to the foot of his bed, where Sirius immediate sat, grinning. "What do you have for me? Surely you haven't already stolen the-"

"Not yet, Moony!" Sirius grinned, using the nickname he and James had coined recently. "Nah, I have- here."

He handed Remus a pile of books and notebooks, which Remus opened and read quickly.

They were notes from today's classes. It was obvious by Sirius's perfect handwriting that read: 'Protego- good for stopping spells like Stupefy and Rictusempra, seems right easy, if I'm honest.'

Remus looked up at Sirius, amazed. "Sirius, you never take notes."

But Sirius just shrugged. "I...I figured you'd want some. It wasn't a big deal."

"Thank you," Remus whispered, trying not to tear up, the gesture alone meaning the world to him.

"But hurry up and get better, alright? I don't think I can do this every day," Sirius joked, smirking.

"Just once a month?" Remus retorted, chuckling.

"Alright, deal."

[spinderella-umbrella]

@wolfstarmicrofic | Rictusempra | 450 words

Sirius is an idiot, who forgot his collar bones were covered in hickies that he had refused to let Remus heal. An idiot who couldn’t apparently wait to get to the private bathroom to get changed. Now James wouldn’t let up on finding out who gave them to him.

“So what’ll it be, Pads? Tell us of your own volition or suffer the consequences,” James smirks devilishly, waggling his fingers in front of him in a tickling motion from across the room.

But even the threat of James making him laugh like a hyena with a well cast rictusempra won’t make him tell. Sirius shakes his head, lips pressed tightly together.

“You asked for it—“ James says, twirling his wand. “Rictusempra!” He casts, and Sirius closes his eyes, bracing himself for impact. But it doesn’t come— instead, a small crack in front of him indicates that a shield had been cast to block the spell.

His eyes fly open just as James shouts, “Hey what gives Moony!”

Sirius’ eyes follow James’ line of sight to Remus, who hasn’t even looked up from his book.

“He doesn’t like being tickled.” Remus says flatly. Sirius sees his wand still in his hand as he turns the page.

“Which makes it the perfect way to get information out of him!” James argues.

Remus raises a brow, and looks up, amber eyes glittering in the low light. “By torturing him?”

James gawks, mouth opening and closing, unable to think of what to say. Sirius is glad no one’s looking at him, because he’s red as a tomato. After moments of fumbling, he says quietly, “I just wanted to know. We tell each other everything.” James turns to Sirius then, his expression crestfallen. “Who is so important that you can’t tell me?”

Sirius deflates, hanging his head. “I’m sorry Prongs. They’re not—“

“It was me.” Remus interrupts, Sirius’ head snapping up to gape at him.

“What?!” James shrieks, and Sirius winces, but he’s focused on Remus, his boyfriend, who has set down his book and opened his arms to Sirius.

He doesn’t hesitate, dashing across the room and sliding onto the bed, slotting into Remus’ side. The place he has made his home. His eyes are still on Remus, and finally, Remus’ challenging glare leaves James and turns to Sirius.

“Hi,” Sirius says dumbly.

“Hi,” Remus smiles at him, tucking his hair behind his ear.

“Are you seeing this wormtail?” James shouts gleefully. “Moony and Padfoot! Look at them! Oh this is the best day.”

Remus snorts, and Sirius buries his head into his shoulder, Remus leaning down to rest his cheek on his head. “Love you.” He whispers, feeling Remus’ smile against his hair.

[wingedhallows]

if i can still breathe; sirius black

pairing: sirius black x reader | 0.9k words plot: you encounter snivellus and his death eater friends alone, sirius isn't happy about that prompt: "if i can still breathe, I'm fucking fine" authors note: i noticed yall like bloody works and i happen to like writing bloody things. & i feel generous today :) here u go

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You knew you were in deep shit, such deep shit, it made your fingertips tingle. Severus and his little friends had their wands pointed at you, your wand tightly grasped in your own hand.

You stared at them, a small smirk on your face. “You don’t think you’ll win this one, do you?” Severus laughed, wand waving around like a flag. Oh how you wished he would’ve waved a flag ‘cause you weren’t going to go down without a fight. How well faught that fight was, you didn't know.

With a shrug of your shoulders and a confident grin on your lips you answered him. “I think my chances are good, Snivellus.” The thing is, you weren’t confident at all. They were five and you were alone. Was that fair? No, but did little Death Eaters ever play fair?

With a flick of his wand he send something your way, you deflected it with a small gesture of your own. “Come on now, Snape.” You chuckled, sending a nonverbal spell right back.

“You’re not going easy on me now, right?” He grew red in the face and took a step forward. “Big words for someone who’s all alone.” Mulciber snarled. You shook your head and sent another quiet spell their way, sending one of Snapes little soldiers off his feet.

“I think I can manage.” Without a warning, Snape sent a spell towards you.

“Rictusempra.” He had yelled and suddenly you were on the floor in a fit of laughter. It felt like thousands of ants were crawling up your skin to tickle the absolute shit out of you.

Just as the spell wore off you could feel a foot in your stomach, knocking the air out of you. You doubled over, choking on air. A hand connected with your face, blood pooling from your lip.

“Bitch.” One of them spoke as other limbs connected with your body. You curled up in a ball, desperate to protect yourself in any way possible.

“Severus, there’s someone coming.” One of them spoke and in a matter of seconds they were gone, your cowering form long forgotten. You relaxed a bit and let out a breath as you could feel the blood and bruising kick in. The pain spread through your body and you were sure you’d cashed a few kicks to the head as well.

“Y/N?” Lily was by your side in secondary, hands not sure where to tend first. “Fuck, Y/N?” James’ voice sounded as well. They both dragged you to your feet and tagged you along.

“Who-”Snape and his little Death Eater friends.” You whispered, head pounding. You couldn’t open your eyes, the light of the torches all around sending a stinging ache to your brain.

“Bathroom.” You muttered and Lily hushed James away as you both made your way to the nearest girls' lavatory. “Go get him.” She had said and James knew right away who she meant, your boyfriend.

You didn’t protest, you knew how Sirius became when you tried to hide things. He was protective of all his friends but you were different. He loved you and he wouldn’t take lightly what Snape had done to you. You didn’t want him to. You’d enjoy whatever Sirius was going to come up with to bully the slimy slytherin.

You hunched over the sink, catching your breath. “I think some ribs are broken.” You spoke, more to yourself than to Lily. She sighed and got to work, you needed her to mend to your ribs, it was hard to breathe. You looked at yourself, the mirror was unforgiving. Your hair was all wild on top of your head, matted with blood.

Your nose, forehead and basically your whole face was smeared with blood. They got you good, you weren’t going to deny that. It was cowardly still, to attack you like that when they could’ve used magic. Just like what Death Eaters are like, cowardly.

“You can’t-”The fuck I can’t” You heard your boyfriend before you saw him in the mirror behind you. “Y/N?” He stumbled inside, face worried. You turned around with a small grin on your face, not to scare him more than necessary.

“Sirius, babe.” His eyes widened before he rushed towards you, hands held out for you. “I’m fine-”Stop lying to me, you’re obviously not fine.” He grabbed a piece of paper by the mirror and desperately tried to wipe some of the blood off.

“Sirius, love.” He closed his eyes and hung his head to calm down.

“If I can still breathe, I’m fucking fine, okay?” He nodded and embraced you in a gentle hug, his lips placed a gentle kiss to your scalp. There was no space to argue for him. "We're fine." You whispered. 

“I’ll make’em pay.” He whispered in your hair. He pulled apart and placed a hand on your bruised, bloody face. “I fuckin’ hope you do, baby.” His lips pulled in a small grin before he wiped some more of the blood off your face.

“No one touches you like this unpunished, especially not Snivellus.” You nodded and winced as your ribs snapped in place. “Sorry.” Lily whispered, face apologetic. “I’ll murder him.” He whispered and you barked out a laugh.

“I might as well.”

[missmoonfrost]

Study club - a wolfstar microfic

March 2 - Rictusempra - 299 words

Sirius couldn’t help but yawn and look at the clock. Naturally, it had been Remus' idea to write them up as mentors for the first-grader's study club. After explaining the concept of Animagi twenty times and still only getting confused looks from this dense group of girls he was about to give up.

The weekly meetings had one advantage, though. He got to see Remus in his element. His face was so soft, yet determined when he taught these kids. They adored him, and rightfully so. He was always kind, always patient with their stupid questions.

Remus stood behind a boy and held his hand, gently showing him the correct wand movements.

“Okay, the next one is Rictusempra. You know what it does?”

“No.”

“It’s a tickling charm. Pretty good to know. It causes your opponent to bend over in laughter, rendering them harmless, without any permanent damage.”

Sirius memory flashed back at those words. Only he had been the one who said them. It must have been five years ago, after someone made fun of Remus' scars. He had just ducked his head and said nothing, which had made Sirius furious. He’d been about to give the offender a punch when James beat him to it, taking him out with a Rictusempra-charm instead. Even young hot-headed Sirius had recognised that as a better choice and went ahead to teach himself the charm the same night. The next day he had started teaching the shy dorm mate that obviously needed to learn some self-defence.

Look at him now. Sirius proudly regarded the persistent Remus in front of him flicking his golden curls out of his face and going over the charm once again.

The way Remus suddenly looked right at him with a fond smile told him he remembered, too.

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[dakogutin]

for @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: rictusempra // 320 words

Once again James has Remus cornered. Not physically, even though that was also really easy to do. They're both seated next to each other on the couch at the very centre of the common room. No, James has Remus cornered in yet another conversation about how "painfully obvious" it is that Remus fancies a certain someone James also happens to be very familiar with.

And once again, Remus denies it. "Still no."

"I'm just saying," James shrugs, "We all know Padfoot's rather fit. When I'm out of the equation, of course. But I guess that depends who's asking-"

"You versus him?" Remus grins. "Really?"

"Aha!" James points an accusing finger. "So you do find him hot!"

"Of course I do." Remus evades it easily. "No offence, Prongs, but I think most would agree."

James stops to think for a moment. "That he's hot, or that I won't win against him?"

Remus simply grins in response.

"I'll get back to that later," he decides, almost like a threat. "You're not getting out of this."

Remus rolls his eyes, but silently mourned his effort to distract James from the topic. "Oh, yeah? What was it this time then?"

"During Potions."

"What about it?"

"That joke he made was not that funny but you certainly seemed like you got hit with Rictusempra."

It takes Remus unexpectedly. "I did not!" he sputters, cheeks heating up.

"Moony," James says consolingly-- condescendingly. He swings an arm over Remus' shoulders. "Like I said, it's fine... It's very understandable. You can trust me about this secret."

And just at that moment, as if on cue, Sirius decides to grace them with his presence. "Oi, I thought you only have eyes for redheads. Or do your glasses need some checking because Remus is very much a brunette," he says, squeezing himself right between them, practically laying on their laps.

Remus chuckles.

And James instantly shoots him a look.

Yep, he's screwed.

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Peter was never going to be a best man. It was so obvious. James and Regulus had planned for Sirius and Remus to be theirs, and there was no doubt the Sirius would want James as a best man, and Remus would want Reggie. Lilly are Dorcas would have Mary and marlene on Lilly’s end, and Barty and Evan on Dorcas’. Even Mary and Marlene and Evan and Barty had other people to use. So you see, Peter would never be a best man. What he did become was a death eater, before Reggie joined officially and long before Barty would even consider it. Peter became a death eater because goddamnit he had 10 best friends and NOT ONE wanted him in their marriage party. It was the day before Remus and Sirius got married (they were the first to tie the knot), that Peter sold out the Potters hideaway. Telling Voldemort to “pay them a visit” in a week, after all the fucking weddings, when they’d be home. He had sold them out and put everything in place to frame Sirius in a fit of pure envy that had been building up for years. The dozen fucking weddings were just the cherry on top of a very tall cake. On the day of Remus and Sirius’ wedding it’s Remus who pulls Pete aside. “Pete, who do you want to walk down the isle first? Me or Sirius? We can’t decide who should be the one waiting”

Oh.

it was always a joke between all of the marauders, that James and Remus acted like mothers, but that it was Peter who always stepped up to play dad in a room full of kids who really needed fathers. But Peter had never considered…. It was a joke. He had always thought it was just a joke.

Pete walked all ten of his closest friends down the isle that week. He had cried like a baby for every one of them. Partially because of how much he loved them, but partially because he knew now what he had done. James and the surrogate mother of his child would be unprepared and in a house with no defense on Halloween and they were going to die there.

on Halloween Peter had decided his life was less important than he thought, he had ran halfway to the potters but he knew he wouldn’t make it. He found a pay phone.

“hello? Who is thi-“

“James… i-“

“Pete! Hey how are you I was just-“

”James! James! I- I’ve done something terrible.”

Peter didn’t need to elaborate. James just sort of knew.

”oh Peter…”

The door. Peter heard the Potters door though the hum of the phone.

“Peter. I forgive you.”

Pete cried. He cried for three hours in that phone booth that was half way between his house and the Potters. When he finally pulled himself together, he couldn’t do anything apart from wonder aimlessly to the Potters. He could turn him self in, be put to death, end this shell of a life. He deserved death.

But of course, Sirius had to be there. Peter almost broke down seeing his friend cradling a baby boy in the midst of a tragedy. Sirius looked up at Pete and sat harry on the Potters doorstep.

“Pete…. How could you..?” He wasn’t angry yet. He was still in shock. In a moment of horrible clarity Peter remembered his plan. Sirius saw the spark in Pete’s eye, it was the look he got when he was in charms, or even just reading about them. Peter was always the best at charms.

“Pete! No-“

“RICTUSEMPRA!”

[suzitaree]

Secrets in the Corridors: A Hogwarts Tale

This story was requested by Anon. This is the Sebastian version, for Ominis check my page: Hello, may I make a request? Maybe y/n with either Sebastian or Ominis and the two trick the other (again Sebastian or Ominis) by using Rictusempra either during an intense duel practice or spell practice.

Sebastian and "Y/N" wandered through the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts, their footsteps echoing off the ancient stone walls. The flickering torchlight cast long shadows, making the castle feel even more magical. They were deep in conversation about their schoolwork, the topic shifting effortlessly between the subjects they loved and the ones they found challenging.

"I can't believe we have another essay due for Defense Against the Dark Arts," Y/N groaned. "Professor Hecat is relentless."

Sebastian chuckled. "Yeah, but she's one of the best professors we've had. Besides, it's not too bad if you start early."

Y/N nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "True. I guess I'll just have to find the motivation."

As they continued walking, the conversation took an unexpected turn. "You know," Sebastian said, scratching the back of his neck nervously, "I think girls need more time to understand Dark Arts. It's probably better for them to focus on potion making or herbology."

Y/N stopped in her tracks, her eyes narrowing. "Excuse me?" she said, her voice rising. "Did you really just say that?"

Sebastian froze, realizing too late how his words sounded. "I…uh…"

"That's incredibly sexist, Sebastian!" Y/N exclaimed, crossing her arms. "Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I'm any less capable of mastering Dark Arts. In fact, I think I've been doing better than you in that class."

The heat of the discussion rose rapidly, and Sebastian found himself getting defensive despite knowing deep down that Y/N was right. "Look, I didn't mean it like that. I was just saying—"

"No, Sebastian, you were implying that girls aren't as good as boys at certain subjects, and that's complete rubbish!" Y/N interrupted, her face flushed with anger.

Sebastian, realizing the hole he was digging himself into, felt a wave of frustration—mainly directed at himself. Without thinking, he pulled out his wand and muttered, "Rictusempra!"

Y/N's anger turned to surprise as she doubled over in uncontrollable laughter. She fell to the ground, clutching her sides, unable to stop giggling despite her fury. "Sebastian! You…you idiot!" she managed to choke out between laughs.

Sebastian watched, horrified at his own actions. As the spell wore off, Y/N lay on the floor, catching her breath, her face red from both laughter and anger. Slowly, she stood up, her eyes blazing.

Sebastian took a step back, his wand still in hand. "I'm sorry, Y/N. You were right. I was stupid to say something like that."

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "Thank you for apologizing, but never use that spell on me again," she said sternly, giving him a light punch on the arm.

Sebastian winced but nodded earnestly. "I promise, I won't. I was an idiot."

A small smile tugged at the corner of Y/N's lips. "Good. Now, let's get back to our essay. We have a lot of work to do."

As they continued down the corridor, the tension between them eased, replaced by the familiar comfort of their friendship. Little did they know, their mutual crush on each other remained a secret, hidden beneath layers of banter and unspoken feelings.

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@wolfstarmicrofic March 2 – prompt 2: Rictusempra – word count 967

Rictusempra - Disarms an opponent by tickling them

“You… You… You… Id…iot.”

Now, normally Remus would have used way worse insults for that particular situation, but he was laughing so much that that was all he could manage to say out loud.

It had all started, as always, because Sirius was bored. James was at Quidditch practice, Peter had disappeared somewhere with Madeline from Ravenclaw and Remus knew he should have gone to the library to do his homework, but he had instead decided to work on it in the dorm, thinking that maybe his presence would convince Sirius he had to revise Charms as well. At first it had seemed to work, Sirius had joined Remus on his bed, asking to see his notes on some spells and practicing them in silence. And then, Remus had been too concentrated on re-reading a particularly complicated charm to notice Sirius had put down his book and was pointing his wand at the parchments neatly piled between the two of them. The spell had only been murmured but the papers had immediately raised in an elegant spiral before scattering all around the dorm.

“Sirius!”

“What?” Sirius had grinned. “I’m practicing!”

“My notes!”

“You know them all by heart Moony, you don’t need them.”

Remus had taken a deep breath before diving for his own wand.

“You’re right, I think I do,” he had said before muttering something that had immediately turned Sirius’s long dark hair blonde.

“Take it back!” Sirius had shrieked.

“What, you don’t like your new look?” Remus had laughed before a magically conjured pillow had hit him in the face.

“I won’t be caught dead looking like Narcissa’s fiancé!”

Sirius had managed to turn his hair back to its original colour, but then there had been a mini tornado which had made the dorm even messier than before, a strangling quilt, the Snitch James preciously kept on his bedside table had hit Sirius in the back of the head, Remus’s legs had decided they wanted to dance a frantic can-can, Sirius had been ambushed by five chocolate frogs, a book had kept nudging Remus off the bed and Sirius’s broom had kept slapping him across the face every time he had tried another spell. And then, disaster. Panting and disheveled, they had pointed their wands at each other in the same instant, shouting:

“Rictusempra!”

That had been it. They had been laughing uncontrollably for at least ten minutes now, none of them able to string enough letters together to say the counterspell. As he rolled on the quilt, hands pressed on his stomach, Remus hoped one of the others would come back soon and help them. By his side, Sirius was almost folded in half, tears at the corners of his eyes.

“Help,” he laughed as he finally fell on his face on Remus’s shoulder.

Somewhere under all the laughter and his sides starting to hurt, Remus still felt his heart give that familiar jolt of panic combined with happiness he had every time Sirius was too close to him.

“Gonna… die,” he managed to mutter, not sure if he meant of laughter or just of Sirius Black being pressed against him on a bed of all places.

“Need… get… up,” Sirius wheezed, trying to push himself up but falling again against Remus, his face now in the crook of his neck.

Remus groaned and did his best to push Sirius off him, only resulting in them laughing in each other’s faces, the tiniest space ever separating them.

“Idi… ot,” Remus sobbed with laughter again.

Sirius had both arms around Remus’s neck now and still wasn’t managing to push himself up. Remus was starting to think that if James or Peter didn’t walk in soon he would really die this time, when Sirius fell back once again. Remus closed his eyes, bracing for the impact, but it never came. Instead, he felt Sirius’s mouth, trembling with laughter, against his. The spell made him laugh again while he caught Sirius’s lips in his. He felt as if his brain had stopped working as their mouths clashed together while his arms shot up around Sirius’s back because everything was so ridiculous, and they should have focused on trying to utter the counter-spell and he would be damned if he didn’t cling to Sirius Black’s lips with all he had in him. He was almost gasping for air when Sirius cupped his cheek and pulled himself up just enough Remus could look at him without squinting.

“We… stopped laughing,” Remus said before groaning at the fact that of all things he could have said, that was what his brain had come up with.

“Emergency countermeasure,” Sirius smiled. “I figured if we didn’t have enough air to breathe the spell would annul itself.”

Remus’s heart dropped.

“You… Knew it would work by kissing?” he forced himself to say.

“I hoped it would.”

Remus let go of Sirius’s back and nodded. Sirius fucking Black. Didn’t make the effort to study, still bloody brilliant at magic. If just he could have been that brilliant somewhere far away so that Remus could have a breakdown in peace now. But Sirius didn’t move.

“Are you waiting for me to tell you you don’t have to revise Charms anymore?”

“I’m waiting for you to tell me if this is okay,” Sirius said softly.

“You being a smartass? If it wasn’t we wouldn’t have been friends for so long.”

“No. This.”

Sirius got closer again, the hand not cupping Remus’s cheek now trailing his lips.

“There’s no need for a counter-spell now, Moony,” Sirius said softly. “Is this okay?”

Remus’s brain stopped working again as he wrapped his arms back around Sirius’s waist and moved him even closer.

“Yes,” he breathed, half a second before there was no space between their mouths again.

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Yeah, I won again!

Chapter: 9

Side Quest: Go to the Duelling Room

Task: 1/1

Mission: Visit the Duelling Club

Room: Duelling Room

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🔮 & 🦇 ?

🔮 if you had magical powers and could create a tickle spell, potion, etc. what would it’s effects be?

I would definitely create a tickle spell a-la Harry Potter (any other people remember the haunting discovery of rictusempra or just me), almost like a trigger word that anyone could say to me or I could say to myself that would make me feel tickles everywhere, which as a concept is both terrifying and exhilarating.

Also as a precursor, maybe a potion to make one relaxed, giggly, a bit fuzzy—not so out of it that there’s no consent, but just a slight buzz, if that makes sense

🦇 do you enjoy the concept of punishment or reward tickles more?

I prefer reward tickles, just because tickling is something that I like so much that I don’t think the use of it as punishment would provide any consequence for me 😂

Thank you cutie!!

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just imagine a drarry au where draco and harry meet again after the war because they're both in the auror program. the first time they have to practice dueling everyone thinks it's going to be super dramatic between of their history of rivalry at school and the fact that Draco was a Death Eater and Harry defeated Voldemort

But the thing is, a lot has changed for them. Harry spoke at Draco's trial and saved his life and he knows Draco risked everything by not identifying him at the Manor. They don't want to hurt each other anymore. They're not enemies now, but they also don't really know how to be around each other yet.

And there's too much history around the other times they've fought. Harry can't stop remembering the duel in sixth year and how he almost killed Draco by mistake, can't stop picturing him just sixteen, lying gasping in a pool of his own blood. And he can't bring himself to strike first.

Meanwhile Draco's trying to make amends and redeem himself. The last thing he needs is for everyone to think he intentionally cursed the Boy Who Lived Twice, Savior of the wizarding world. And even worse than other people thinking it, is if Harry thinks it, if he has to see those green eyes looking at him with disappointment, thinking he hasn't changed. So he doesn't want to strike first either.

So after all this buildup and even though they're both formidable duelers with seeker-fast reflexes, they just both kinda end up awkwardly standing there with their wands at their sides.

After an uncomfortably long pause this actually breaks the tension between them because it's so ridiculous. Draco's all 'go on then' and harry kinda mumbles something about how draco should go first and draco rolls his eyes and is all 'yeah im really going to curse the "Savior" in front of everyone. that will do wonders for what's left of my reputation' and harry's like 'oh so u think you're fast enough to actually hex me then' but draco doesn't rise to the bait and just insists that harry go first, though he's starting to sound annoyed now for all he tries to control it.

but now harry's set on being stubborn and finally draco does Rictusempra just to shut him up and as a callback to when they were children. So of course Harry has to counter with Serpentsorsia. (Draco insists to himself that he absolutely does NOT find the fact that Harry can still speak Parseltongue attractive at all. Really. He DOESN'T.)

Afterwards things are easier between them. they find themselves gravitating towards each other. and sitting together. and chatting. and eventually even spending time together outside of training and starting to consider each other friends. and then more than friends.

by the time the 3 year training program is over all of their classmates are tired of how soppy and in love they are. they still get silly when they duel though and throw ridiculous, juvenile spells and bait each other. but now it's more playful.