#sorry for the lack of merlin stuff

[sofitai28]

uni hasn’t killed me yet!! my social skills might, however

[noodles-and-tea]

You’re feeding into my Sherlock and Merlin hyperfixations. Could you draw some murthur fanart?

I feel like I haven’t drawn them in forever I might cry

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic March 18 – prompt 18: Dogsbane Potion – word count 610

Dogsbane Potion - The effects of this potion are unknown, but it is possibly poisonous to dogs

James was really close to fall asleep the instant the people around him in the Common Room stopped talking for a second, and that never happened to him.

Valentine’s day had been fine. It was the first one Sirius and Remus spent as a couple, so he had removed himself from the dorm that night and had slept on that same couch he was collapsed in now while Peter had stayed with his girlfriend (the perks of dating the Head Girl who had her own personal bedroom).

On the 15th he had gone back to the dorm to drop off some books only to almost trip on the clothes strewn on the floor and had walked out immediately.

On the 16th he had been woken up by the noises coming from Sirius’s bed and had had to cast a Muffliato because apparently his friends were too engrossed in their activities to think about it.

On the 17th he had come back from Quidditch practice and had made a beeline for the bathroom only to make a beeline back out of the dorm as soon as he had caught a glimpse of what was happening in the shower.

On the 18th he had decided to go to the library to catch up on some homework and maybe even some sleep if he could find a quiet corner (the nocturnal activities had gone on and every time he had had to cast the Muffliato himself, while Peter had basically moved most of his stuff to the Head Girl’s dorm), but said quiet corner was already occupied by a red-faced Remus and a Sirius who was apparently looking for something under the table.

On the 19th he had just found the door to the dorm locked, and it had been a testament to his exhaustion the fact he had vaguely wondered if the Dogsbane Potion Slughorn had mentioned in class that morning could somehow make either Sirius or Remus less horny.

Now, on the evening of the 20th, he was taking a break from yawning to glare at Peter who had taken one look at Sirius on Remus’s lap on the other couch and had said he would be sleeping in the Head Girl’s room that night as well. His head hurt from the lack of sleep, but he’d be damned if he said anything. Remus and Sirius had taken literal years to get together and then be open about it, they deserved their fun like any other couple.

“Okay you two, either you stop or I’ll stop you myself.”

James blinked and looked up. Lily was standing with her arms crossed in the middle of the carpet, all but glaring at Sirius and Remus.

“Stop what, Evans?” Sirius asked innocently.

“Don’t play with me, Black,” Lily pointed at James. “Look at the poor man, he’s barely had a couple of hours of sleep since Valentine’s because you two can’t keep your hands off each other!”

Remus was now beet red and even Sirius looked embarrassed.

“It’s his dorm too, Merlin’s pants, let him sleep!”

They all knew Lily only used ‘Merlin’s pants’ when she actually wanted to use way filthier language.

“Sorry, Prongs,” Remus said.

“Yeah, sorry,” Sirius added. “We might have gotten a bit… carried away.”

“It’s okay,” James nodded.

Lily rolled her eyes.

“James, go to bed,” she said. “As for you two, you better start using the Room of Requirement like the rest of us!”

“It’s fine, really,” James yawned.

“Bed. Now,” Lily glared at him.

“I’m going to marry you one day to thank you, Evans,” James yawned again as he got up and made for the stairs.

[talesoftheesun]

I um... tripped! [O.G.]

pairing: ominis gaunt x slytherin!reader (gender neutral)

genre: fluff, slight angst, idk??

warnings: mention of blood. ominis might spontaneously go gray. can be read platonically, kind of. also english is not my first language and i wrote this while high on sleep deprivation lol

word count: 862

a/n: hi!! this is my first hogwarts legacy fic. i've written before here and there but it's been a long time lol. i hope you guys enjoy!

prompt: "they do a poor job of hiding the damage"

summary: you're out doing keeper stuff, ominis is concerned.

Stumbling through the common room doors, you cling to the wall like a lifeline. The winding of the stairs makes you feel even worse. As you near the bottom of the stairs, you strain your ears trying to figure out if anyone was still awake. Silence. You relax a bit as you continue to limp down the stairs. 

You should've known better. 

As soon as you make it all the way down, that ever-concerned voice speaks up, "And where in Merlin's name have you been?" 

“Bloody hell Ominis, how many times do I have to ask you to stop doing that?!” You clutch your heart. He turns his head in your direction, deadpan look on his face. “I wouldn’t have to if you’d stop coming back so late every bloody day.” 

You grumble, “You know I have keeper stuff to do.” Ominis can’t stop the sigh from escaping. “Yes, I’m aware of that, but do you have to keep doing it in the middle of the night?” 

Unbeknownst to him, you’re swaying on your feet, “Can we not do this right now, please, I just want to go to bed.” You don't wait for a response. Knowing full well he’d pop a vein if he knew of your current condition, you try to make as little noise as possible as you move in the direction of your room. 

Ominis scoffs and jumps up from where he was sitting on the chesterfield so fast, you’d think someone just slapped him. “No, we are doing this now!” He makes his way over to you in just a few strides, “You’re never around long enough during the day for us to have this conversation then! Do you have any id—” He freezes up at the sound of a loud thud.

Frantically waving his wand around, he finally finds you, on the floor. “Wha— Are you okay?” 

Any other day, in any other situation, you’d have laughed at how big his eyes have gotten since the start of your… conversation. Right now however, you were too preoccupied with keeping your pain hidden from him. You cough, “Yeah, I’m fine, I um… tripped! Over uh… Violet’s shoe..?” Mentally beating yourself up over how bad of an excuse that was.

“Right…” He holds his left hand out for you to grab, “Come on then.” 

Too preoccupied with keeping your labored breaths down, you don't notice his hand until he hisses your name. “Oh. Sorry,” you gingerly grab his hand. 

Now, Ominis wouldn’t describe himself as strong, he can’t exactly participate in sports given his lack of sight. But the blood-curdling scream you let out as he pulled you up, would make anyone think he just ripped your body apart.

Feeling your weight drop back down, he quickly wraps his arms around you to catch you. “What’s wrong?! Did I hurt you? Wait— Did someone hurt you out there?!” Eyes darting around, as if trying to find the damage.

Still trying to catch your breath, you can only groan in response. He strokes your hair as he carefully walks you back towards the couch. Repeating apologies like a prayer. He pulls you onto his lap, not sure whether he should be careful and hold you like a porcelain doll, or to pull you closer and hold on for dear life. When he feels you lean into him, he settles on the latter. 

"I'm sorry," by now he's realized that the iron smell of blood he got a waft of earlier wasn't the blood of your enemies, it was yours. "I'm so, so sorry."

Finally able to breathe easier now, you wrap your arms around his torso. "It's not your fault. Please don't beat yourself up about it."

"Why didn't you tell me?" He frowns, tears brimming his eyes. "And why didn't you take a wiggenweld potion?"

You sigh, "Well, I knew you'd be upset with me and... I ran out at some point." Looking down in shame.

"You're damn right I'd be upset," he huffs, "But I'd at least wait until after you're okay to lecture you." Realizing how silly you’d been acting, you mumble an apology into his neck.

"What? I didn't quite catch that." He fails to fight the smirk threatening to break out. You roll your eyes, but give in anyway, "I said, you're right and I'm sorry."

"Hmm no, still didn't catch that."

Exasperated now, you huff, "You're right and I'm wrong.” Finally satisfied, he allows the smile on his face to grow even more. "Now will you help patch me up?"

He winces, "Not sure how you could forget darling, but I'm horrible at potions, I don't have any wiggenweld potions for you." You groan, "Ugh right. Then can you just hold me until you can get Sebastian to get some for me?" 

“Of course,” Shifting your bodies so you’re both laying down on the couch, you on top of his chest, he summons the blanket resting on the other couch to drape over you. "Now, get some rest."

As you settle into the warmth of his body, you drift off to sleep. The last thing you feel is his lips on your forehead.

[jupiterpp]

CHAPTER FIVE: ODD | 𝐅𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐄𝐝𝐠𝐞. -𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

important note; This is the first time I'm posting my stories on Tumblr. My mother tongue is not English so expect grammatical errors ahead.

word count: 896 words

MASTERLIST | CHAPTERS

We got the highest score at the presentation.

As the announcement rang out that we had achieved the highest score in the class for our presentation, I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and relief wash over me. All the hard work and late nights we had put into the project had paid off, and I couldn't be happier.

I exchanged a quick glance with Riddle, and for a brief moment, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips before he returned to his usual composed demeanor.

"I knew the two of you would be such a good match if you worked together!" Slughorn exclaimed. We were inside his office; he had heard the news and invited me and Riddle for some snacks.

With a smirk, I couldn't resist a sassy response. "Well, Professor, I guess even the most unlikely pairings can work wonders when one-half of the duo isn't too busy being a know-it-all," I said, shooting Riddle a glance.

He shot me a glare.

"Hey, don't give me that look," I retorted, crossing my arms and meeting his gaze head-on. "You know it's true. Maybe if you weren't so quick to dismiss my other ideas, we could have gotten even higher marks."

"I'm impressed that you managed to do your project while on prefect duties, Tom." Said Slughorn taking a sip of his coffee.

Riddle's lips quirked into a smug smile at Slughorn's words. "Well, I'm nothing if not efficient, Professor," he replied smoothly, a glint of pride in his eyes. "Besides, it's all about time management, isn't it?" he grabbed a biscuit from the bowl, and took a bite of it.

"Correct," Slughorn chuckled.

"Must be easy when you have all the time in the world," I mumbled under my breath, rolling my eyes as I stood up to grab a book on Slughorn's shelf.

Riddle's eyes flickered towards me, his expression icy. "Some of us know how to prioritize," he said coolly. "Perhaps you'd do well to learn that skill yourself."

This guy.

"Ah, ah, ah, don't even start here in my office, you two," said Slughorn, waving a hand between us as if shooing away a couple of bickering cats. I huffed and glared at Riddle, grabbing my stuff beside him before walking away.

"Prioritise," I muttered under my breath, mocking his tone. "As if I don't know how to manage my time."

Riddle's voice, low and smooth, cut through my thoughts. "I heard that."

I didn't bother looking up. "Good. It was meant for you."

"Merlin, just go to your next class, both of you." came Slughorn's exasperated voice, and I wasted no time in leaving, shooting Riddle one last annoyed glance before shutting the door.

Another month had gone by and Riddle never fails to piss me off all the time. His lack of empathy and his constant need to be right grated on my nerves more than ever. It seemed like every interaction with him ended in frustration or annoyance, leaving me feeling drained and irritated.

Despite our success in the Defense Against the Dark Arts project, our dynamic hadn't improved. If anything, it had only worsened as time went on.

"Stop doing that." His voice startled me. I glanced at him.

"What?"

"Stop scratching your quill on the table. The ink is going everywhere."

I rolled my eyes at Riddle's interruption, resisting the urge to snap back. "Sorry," I muttered, setting my quill down with more force than necessary. "I'll try to control my penmanship, Your Highness," I added sarcastically.

I clenched my jaw, fighting the urge to give him a piece of my mind. Instead, I forced a tight-lipped smile and turned my attention back to my parchment, trying to block out his presence beside me.

But as the minutes passed, the tension between us only seemed to grow thicker. Every scratch of his quill against parchment grated on my nerves, each word he muttered under his breath felt like a jab at my patience.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, I groaned. "Could you be any more annoying?" I muttered, shooting him a glare.

Riddle raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. "I could ask you the same thing," he replied coolly, not missing a beat in his writing.

I leaned back in my chair, folding my arms. "Honestly, Riddle, if I wanted a lesson in insufferable arrogance, I'd have just read one of your essays."

He looked up at me, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "If you spent half as much time on your studies as you do coming up with these witty remarks, you might actually keep up with me."

I scoffed, feeling my temper flare. "Maybe if you weren't so obsessed with being the best at everything, you might actually have a friend or two."

He paused, his quill hovering over the parchment. For a moment, I thought I'd hit a nerve, but then he shrugged. "I'd rather be right and alone than wrong and surrounded by sycophants."

"Well, congratulations," I said sarcastically rolling my eyes. "You're doing a stellar job at that."

His eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of irritation crossing his features before he regained his composure. "If you have something to say, say it,"

I held his gaze, my own eyes flashing with defiance. "Fine," I snapped, my patience wearing thin. "You're-"

He narrowed his eyes at me but paused when he noticed me looking behind him. He turned to see what had caught my attention.

Standing in the doorway was Dennis Bishop, his expression unreadable as he observed the room. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, a mixture of surprise and apprehension flooding through me. What was he doing here?

"Dennis..." I trailed off, uncertainty clouding my thoughts. As soon as Riddle turned around, Dennis yelped and quickly exited the library. I furrowed my brows and stood up, my eyes not leaving Dennis's retreating figure. Riddle shifted his gaze towards me, narrowing his eyes.

"That's it," I said before closing the book. "You're not getting away this time."

"What are you doing, Delcroix?" Riddle called after me, but I ignored him and hurried towards the library exit, determined to catch up with Dennis. As I pushed open the heavy wooden door, the cool corridor air greeted me, sending a shiver down my spine. "Dennis! Wait!" I called out again, hoping he would pause and give me a chance to catch up.

I grumble under my breath before turning around the other corner and constantly bumping into him. He fell onto the ground in such impact and he looked horrified to see me.

"You!" I exclaimed. "Why are you stalking me, Bishop?"

He didn't respond, just whimpered on the floor, covering his head like I was about to hurt him. I was about to say something when I heard footsteps behind me. It was Professor Slughorn, with Riddle following closely behind. The other students were whispering at the sudden commotion, their attention fixed on Bishop and me.

"What's going on here?" Slughorn demanded, his eyes darting between us.

"Professor," I called out. "What the— how did you get here so quick—"

"Bishop? Goodness gracious!" Slughorn exclaimed, kneeling to help Dennis up. Dennis's eyes widened in horror at the sight of Riddle. His breathing became uneven, and he slapped Slughorn's hand away, bolting down the corridor before anyone could react.

"Bishop!" Slughorn yelled before running after him leaving me and Riddle alone in the hallway. I narrowed my eyes before glancing at the boy beside me who was already walking away.

"What the hell was that?" I asked, catching up to him. He gave me a side glance.

"What?"

"Dennis seemed horrified to see you." I crossed my arms at him. "What did you do?"

Riddle shrugged nonchalantly, his expression unreadable. "he's easily spooked," he replied dismissively, his tone cool and collected as always. "It's not my concern."

"You're lying."

"I am not," he sighed as we headed back to the Slytherin dormitories.  He gave me a look, rolling his eyes. "Now stop pestering and go over the important stuff we reviewed earlier if you don't want to fail your DADA class."

Oh, right. Despite the success of the project a month ago, I was flunking the tests and Merrythought paired me up with the top of the class, Riddle. Talk about irony. He only agreed because of the twenty points he'd get if I had improved. He was really serious about it.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," I muttered, feeling annoyed. "I'll go over it, alright? No need to keep reminding me." I said dismissively, earning a glare from him before I walked away, heading to the girl's dormitory.

Days passed in a blur of study sessions and late-night cramming. Riddle's relentless tutoring was intense, but I couldn't deny it was effective. I found myself making progress in subjects I had previously struggled with, thanks to his guidance. I tried to ignore what happened to Bishop the last time I met him. He was acting very weird and stalking me. Despite my efforts to focus solely on my studies, thoughts of Bishop's odd behavior kept creeping into my mind.

and before I knew it, It was already examination day. 

I was a bundle of nerves. I'd been studying non-stop, thanks to Riddle's relentless tutoring sessions. The questions seemed tougher than I remembered. Time flew by in a blur of scribbled answers and anxious glances at the clock.

When the examiner finally called time, I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding as I handed Professor Merrythought the test paper as the others who were done with the test shuffled around to get their stuff.

"Feels like I flunked big time," I grumbled as I settled between Silvius and Elara in the Great Hall, a plate of food in hand. I huffed and stabbed my food with my fork.

Silvius shot me a sympathetic glance. "Come on, Delacroix don't be so hard on yourself. You probably did better than you think."

I shrugged, not convinced. "Easy for you to say. You didn't have Riddle breathing down your neck the whole time. He was deadly serious getting that twenty points."

Elara nudged my shoulder gently. "You've been putting in the work, that's what counts. And hey, if worst comes to worst, we'll study together for the retake."

I let out a sigh before someone called my name not far from me. A student handed me my test paper and then Silvius's before calling another name.

Silvius's exclamation pulled me from my thoughts. "What the hell—the scores are already out?!"

I glanced over at him, then down at my own paper, my eyes widening in shock. "Oh, wow," I muttered, scarcely able to believe it. "I passed?"

Relief flooded through me, mingled with a sense of accomplishment. Maybe all those late-night study sessions had paid off after all. Elara was given her test paper as well causing her to grin at the sight of her score on the right side of her paper.

"Okay, so all of us passed?" Marcellus nodded before folding his test paper with a smile on his face. "I say we should go to Hogsmeade to celebrate!"

Silvius practically jumped out of his seat, his eyes still glued to the test results. "Seriously, we all passed? That's amazing!" He shoved his paper into his bag, grinning from ear to ear.

"I was so sure I messed up that last section," I mumbled with a raised brow before folding the paper.

"I've been dying for a butterbeer," Augustus exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"I could use a break from studying, that's for sure."

"Woah, woah, woah, hold on you guys," Elara pulled Silvius back down to his seat. "That's only one subject, we still don't know about the others."

Silvius groaned, slumping back into his chair. "Come on, Elara! Can't we just enjoy this small victory?"

Elara shook her head, her expression serious. "We can't get ahead of ourselves. Let's check the results for the other subjects first. Then we can celebrate properly."

"You're such a killjoy, Right Delacroix?" Silvius looked at me.

"She's not wrong—"

"I am always right. So shut up." Elara glared at Silvius who looked taken aback by her gaze.

The Slytherin common room was cozy, and it brought me comfort every time I stepped inside. The dim lighting cast a warm, inviting glow over the dark green and silver decor, making the room feel like a hidden sanctuary. The soft crackling of the fireplace and the deep, plush armchairs beckoned me to relax and unwind. I loved the way the light from the fire danced on the stone walls, creating shadows that seemed to tell stories of their own.

I sat down on one of the couches near the fireplace, joining my friends. The warmth of the fire immediately enveloped me, and I could feel the day's stress melting away. The soft, flickering light cast a cozy glow over the room, making it feel even more like a sanctuary.

Elara was already there, sprawled comfortably with a book in her lap. She glanced up and gave me a smile. "Hey, finally decided to join us?"

"Have you guys seen my quill? I left it somewhere in the library." I let out a sigh, taking a seat with crossed arms.

"I don't think so. Did you check your bag?"

I shook my head, feeling a pang of annoyance at my forgetfulness. "Yeah, I did. Must have dropped it somewhere while I was studying." 

"You should go to check the library. It might still be in there." Marcellus said with a smirk plastered on his face.

"Don't listen to him, you'll only get in trouble."

"Only if you're as obvious as you usually are," Marcellus teased.

"Riddle might have caught me, Marcellus," I said, glancing at him with a small laugh escaping my lips.

"You think Riddle hangs out in the library all night?" Marcellus raised an eyebrow. "He's got better things to do than play hall monitor."

I sighed, knowing he wouldn't let this go. "Alright, fine. But if Riddle catches me, I'm blaming you."

"Don't even," Elara warned and grabbed my wrist when she saw me standing up from my seat. I glance down at her. "You can borrow mine,"

"No," I replied, shaking my head. "That quill is custom-made. I can't just replace it."

"I'll go with you!" Augustus chimed in, a wide grin spreading across his face.

Elara sighed, clearly exasperated. "You three are gonna get into so much trouble."

"Relax, Elara," Augustus said, waving off her concern. "We'll be in and out before anyone notices. Besides, what's the worst that could happen?"

"You clearly haven't met Riddle," she muttered, crossing her arms. "I hope you and Marcellus get caught."

'✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ೃ⁀➷-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-˚. ೃ⁀➷'✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹

The three of us peeked our heads around the corner of the hallway to see if there was any movement. The coast seemed clear, but the anticipation of getting caught sent shivers down my spine. We exchanged nervous glances before silently agreeing to proceed cautiously.

"Go on in," Agustus whispered beside me as I placed my hand on the wooden door of the library. "Me and Marcellus will be on watch."

I nodded and pushed open the door and stepped inside the dimly lit room. The scent of old books filled my nostrils, and the silence was almost suffocating. I moved quickly, scanning the tables and shelves for any sign of my lost quill.

But even as I searched, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Every creak of the floorboards made me jump, and every shadow seemed to move when I wasn't looking. I tried to push aside my paranoia and focus on the task at hand, but the fear lingered in the back of my mind like a dark cloud.

And then, just as I was about to give up hope, I spotted it—a glimmer of silver nestled among a pile of books. Relief flooded through me as I reached out and grabbed my quill, holding it tightly in my hand.

"capture, capture," My heart skipped a beat as I heard the voice, low and ominous, coming from the other side of the bookshelf. With my quill clenched tightly in my hand, I peered around the corner, my pulse racing with a mix of fear and curiosity.

There, standing in the dim light, was Dennis Bishop. His eyes were wide, unseeing, and his lips moved feverishly as he repeated the word over and over again while reading a book, his shaky hands pointed at the words. His once-familiar face was twisted with a manic intensity that sent a chill down my spine.

"She must be," Dennis muttered, his voice strained as if he were running out of breath, despite the fact that he was sitting perfectly still. I was snapped back to reality when the library door opened and closed shut. My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly ducked under the nearest table, my breath coming in short, panicked gasps.

I felt a shifting not far from me, and I turned to see a familiar eye peeking out from underneath the table nearby. Panic surged through me as I realized it was Marcellus, his face twisted with fear.

"What the hell—" I began, but Marcellus cut me off with an urgent whisper.

"[name]!" Marcellus whispered, his eyes darting back and forth at the door and me. "We've been spotted!"

Shit. Great. These idiots, instead of running away and hiding somewhere else, just had to lead whoever was after them straight to me. I gasped as the door opened once again and quickly closed shut. The sound echoed in the quiet library, sending a jolt of fear through me. I glanced around frantically, my heart pounding in my chest, only to find Augustus and Marcellus shuffling under their feet and hiding beside me.

"What the hell are you two doing?" I whispered harshly, glaring at them.

"You fucking idiot, This is your fault, Augustus," Marcellus whispered and harshly nudging him. 

"You both are idiots! keep it down or we'll get caught!" I hissed, frustration bubbling inside me as their bickering threatened to draw unwanted attention. We were already in a tight spot, and their squabbling was only making things worse.

My heart skipped a beat as I caught a glimpse of a pair of shoes moving closer, and I immediately recognized the person's body movements. They knew that we were here. Panic surged through me as I realized that we had been discovered, and I knew that we were running out of time to come up with a plan.

With a sinking feeling in my stomach, I motioned urgently for Augustus and Marcellus to quiet down, my eyes darting around the room in search of any possible escape route. But as I scanned the library, my mind raced with the realization that there was nowhere to hide, nowhere to run. 

The footsteps grew louder, each step echoing in the silent library, pounding in my ears like a drumbeat of doom. My heart hammered in my chest, the fear so palpable I could taste it. I felt the cold sweat trickle down my back as I realized we were at the mercy of whoever had found us.

Just as the person was about to come closer to our spot, we held our breaths, the tension so thick it was suffocating. I could see the shadow of their legs cast on the floor, inches away from us. The silence stretched, a taut wire ready to snap. But before they could come any closer, a voice called out, cutting through the air like a knife.

"Riddle," It was Dumbledore.

"Professor Dumbledore," Riddle replied, his voice smooth and composed. I could see his shadow turning around to face Dumbledore.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be on your prefect's duties right now?" Dumbledore asked, his tone gentle but firm. 

"That's exactly what I'm doing, Professor," said Riddle, putting both his hands behind his back. "I saw two figures sneaking into the library, so I came in hoping to catch them."

Dumbledore paused, considering Riddle's words. "I see," he said slowly. "However, it is rather late. Perhaps it would be more prudent to continue this in the morning."

Riddle hesitated, but his voice remained calm. "Of course, Professor. I'll make sure the library is properly secured before I leave."

"Very well then," Dumbledore said. As they began to walk away, Riddle walking in the other direction away from us, I caught a fleeting glance of Dumbledore's eyes. For a moment, they seemed to flicker in our direction, a knowing glint in their depths. Did he know we were here? It was impossible to tell.

'✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ೃ⁀➷-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-˚. ೃ⁀➷'✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹

As I settled into my seat in class, I couldn't shake the feeling of eyes on me, the prickling sensation of being watched. Glancing around, I expected my gaze to meet Riddle's, but I caught Bishop's eyes across the room. his expression unreadable as he observed me from across the room. It sent a shiver down my spine, the intensity of his gaze unsettling.

And then, another pair of eyes caught mine.

Finally, when the class was over, I wasted no time in making my way to Dumbledore's office. I needed to talk to him about what I had seen in the library last night. The mysterious girl's unsettling stare and Bishop's presence had left me with too many questions, and I hoped Dumbledore could provide some answers.

"Delacroix? I did not expect you to be here." Dumbledore said his eyes searching mine. "Is there something you need?"

"Yes, Professor," I said swallowing the lump that was forming on my throat. "You see-"

"Is this about the stalker you have?" Said Dumbledore as he approached me. My eyes widened in surprise at his statement, caught off guard by his directness. How did he know? Did Slughorn tell him?

"Yes...How did you know?" I asked.

"Slughorn told me."

"Figured," I muttered under my breath. Of course, Slughorn told him about it. "It was Dennis Bishop. He's been tailing me ever since I set foot in Hogwarts."

He let out a thoughtful hum and turned his back on me, a gesture that caused me to raise a curious brow at his behavior. With measured steps, he walked closer to the window, his gaze fixed on something beyond the glass.

I followed his line of sight and noticed the Quidditch players passing by the window, their figures darting gracefully through the air on their brooms. For a moment, Dumbledore stood in silence, his expression unreadable as he watched the players with a contemplative air.

I cleared my throat, breaking the silence that had settled between us. "Is everything alright, Professor?" 

"You know Mrs. Cole from the muggle orphanage, Right?" He asked, not looking at me as he fiddled his fingers behind his back. I furrowed my brows at him.

"I do," I replied cautiously, unsure of where this conversation was headed.

"Mrs. Cole told me back at the orphanage when I came to get Tom," he continued, his voice low and contemplative. "Mrs. Cole takes a summer visit to the seashore with the children from the orphanage and Tom Riddle coerces two of the other kids, Amy Benson and Dennis Bishop, to go with him into a cave. Mrs. Cole said they were so messed up by whatever happened in there that they became mute."

My eyes widened at Dumbledore's words, a shiver running down my spine. Dennis had seemed perfectly fine the last time we spoke, so whatever had occurred must have happened while I was away in London.

Is this what Mrs. Cole telling me about being cautious around Riddle?

"...Is this why Dennis has been acting like that all this time? Because of Riddle?"

"It's what Mrs. Cole said," Dumbledore said. "It's possible that whatever happened in that cave had a lasting effect on Dennis and Amy."

[albentelisa]

Hi! So, was there any headcannon or theory you had of Merlin in Trollhunters while writing Mirrored Conviction's? Because he could easily be seen as the villain given how it looked like he manipulated Jim when he was trying to make him into a half troll if Wizards hadn't shown why he did that.

Hi, sorry for the delay with the response - I've been rather busy lately. So, without further ado let's proceed to the question.

Honestly, I've never viewed Merlin as a villain. Yes, he totally sucks as a person, and even the fact that he acknowledged Douxie in Wizards changes nothing. On the other hand, I find it interesting that a deeply flawed character like Merlin is one on the good side (and has always been).

And now to some headcanons (which I also use while writing my fics):

Merlin is commonly disliked in the magic community because he's arrogant and mostly acts according to what he considers the most beneficial to his goal (which is humanity's survival). Obviously, that led to countless situations where he outright abandoned his allies when there was an option to save them while jeopardizing the plan. The situation with Jim in Wizards proves it good enough and I feel that one wasn't the first or only time Merlin did that. And obviously, that wouldn't give him much love from everyone else (and Zoe hates him for a reason too).

Merlin led both Arthur and Morgana to their downfall or at least, partially responsible for that. Why do I think so? Let's start with Arthur. I believe that Merlin to Arthur was the same kind of figure Blinky was to Jim - a mentor, an older friend, and kind of a father. However, unlike Blinky who can always find the right words for Jim in his darkest and lowest moments, Merlin either didn't know what to do or outright ignored the problem (somehow, I more lean towards the latter). It seems like after Gwen's death, Morgana was the only one trying to reach her brother. If Merlin had joined her, everything might have ended differently.

As for Morgana, instead of leading her and helping to find control over her shadow magic, Merlin tried to correct her magic, most likely putting her within some strict regulations. He obviously finds shadow magic vile and corruptive, refusing to see that it might be not different from a knife - a tool that could be used both for good and evil. Obviously, Morgana lost all the respect for her master she had most likely possessed initially as Merlin had never listened to her or her opinion.

Merlin is also incredibly stubborn and frigid. He lacks adaptability and fails to either have some backup plans or adjust his plans on the spot. That one is his clear weakness.

And another of his problems is that he's a genius and has convinced himself that he knows better than everyone else. It led to the mindset that only his plans were right and everyone else just told him some unhinged and dumb stuff that would never work (which could be as far from the real state of things as possible). Merlin also genuinely believes that if he cannot do something, no one will be able to do a thing and that if something didn't work for him, it wouldn't work for someone else.

So? Merlin may be intelligent, but he isn't wise. He's too short-sighted to see the bigger picture and too stuck to his own beliefs to see alternatives.

There's some curious detail about Nari. It makes some sense that she came to Merlin after abandoning the Arcane Order because despite all his flaws he was probably the best when it came to giving her shelter. However, Nari also seemingly treats Merlin nicely, despite being his enemy for a long time before coming to him. It may have something to do with Nari's personality, but I also have a headcanon that Nari knew Merlin before he grew to become the unpleasant person he is now. Nari is hopeful, so, perhaps, she still believed he could change his ways.

And now, there's some heavy speculation part. The scene when Merlin manipulated Jim made me think that Merlin was projecting his own experiences there. He seems to be the kind of person who absolutely loathes their younger self. Most likely, Jim was unlucky enough to remind Merlin of his younger days.

I feel that Merlin lost some dear people during his young years, most likely because of his own reckless actions. He probably thought that if he took some precautions it might end differently. That is why he chose to force Jim to undergo the transformation. In Merlin's eyes that might even count as some kind of redemption for his youth's mistakes. He sees nothing wrong with that and believes it is a good thing and that Jim is simply too young and naive to understand and will come to appreciate it later. And obviously, Merlin believes that ruining Jim's everyday life wasn't a big deal. To his mind, it was an adequate sacrifice. Well, Merlin simply forgets that Jim is not him or even his younger self.

I had a discussion with a friend once, who claimed that younger Merlin was like Douxie, but personally, I feel that Douxie reminds Merlin of the close person he had lost in the past (best friend, perhaps?). That would explain why Merlin ordered Douxie to stay away from everything until he woke up - so that Douxie didn't end in some kind of trouble. I feel that Merlin was scared to lose Douxie, because it would be a second time for him.

[theroundbartable]

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Hiii :D Sorry for the late reply. Honestly? I'm not sure, honestly. Every book/movie/fanfic) comes with a price. For example, if I chose BBC Merlin, I'd either be hanged for trying to use magic or at least don't have any hygiene products. You know? Like toiletries. XD So, any medieval things would not be an option for my priviledged arse lel. And the other things I enjoy contain horror elements that I'd rather not see. In Inkheart there are murderers and the shadow beast, in the Labyrinth the children are stuck in a coma world and get lost in the horrors of their own mind, Good Omens quite literally deals with the Apocalypse, Supernatural isn't any better with it's vampires etc. and even HP doesn't sound like such a good option when you consider all the racism and lack of diversity and stuff. I suppose, to LIVE, truly LIVE, ... You know what, I was gonna name one of my fanfics in which I would be a literal god, because duh... Imagine. But now I choose Hakiyuu because that shit is just so enjoyable and I would go to every match post canon.

[ask-a-bot]

Hello, 🪣 again.

Sorry for the radio silence, Frank, Beans, Merlin, Thor, Pidge and Toast have arrived in Scotland, you should see them any time now… hopefully. Merlin got badly injured in the war and his chronometer and navigation systems haven’t worked right since, so they might’ve gotten lost. Let me know if you spot them? (Good news: they haven’t been arrested so far!)

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Things… aren’t going well over here I’m afraid. Wukong took a turn for the worse and started vomiting this morning, hence the lack of responses from Kitty. He’s cheerful enough, despite the whole Severe Poisoning situation, but the Vehicons have flown into a panic.

To make matters worse, Monsoon seems to share Megatron’s emetophobia. I’m currently dealing with a very distressed and dry heaving seeker, while covered in vomit myself (really hoping none of the substances in it are harmful to organics). I’m doing my best to look after him, but I’m only human. Whatever y’all pay your medics is not enough.

Kitty mentioned you offered medgrade? Downpour is currently flying her way to Scotland, if it wouldn’t be too much trouble, could you send it back with her?? We could really use it right now.

Wish me luck, 🪣

You should have told Monsoon to go along as well. And you need to shower – take no chances. I have the medgrade ready.

When one of us is in a bad way, Dot brings out a big, industrial-sized garbage can. You know, the kind that tenements, schools and such have. No idea where she got it...

I think Alex brought it home from work.

With nobody seeing him? Impressive!

He probably just bought the thing online.

Probably. Anyway, you need something like that. You also need somewhere to contain and dispose of Cybertronian biological wastes – that one included. Our... uh...

Rejected matter?

That'll do. Our rejected matter can poison your planet. You need some way to... well... to avoid the planet getting polluted.

They pollute it anyway!

So? As guests on this planet, we have a responsibility not to add to the problem. We need to dispose of our waste with care and respect.

Seekers like to jettison on the wing.

Ugh! Yuck.

That is a cultural thing, Bumblebee. They are like birds.

Birds go wherever! I had one land on my helm and drop white stuff in my optic.

Yeah... I hope you don't "drop" on the wing too.

Shut up.

This bickering is getting us nowhere. Starscream, in case you have forgotten, you are forbidden from jettisoning on the wing. You are to use the washrack like everyone else and the same goes for your trine.

I haven't forgotten, but we aren't the only seekers here, are we? Do you think they're-

We cannot help what the others do. That is not our responsibility.

That's not fair!

Do you think poisoning a planet is fair?

... No.

No, Optimus and Megatron's right – you've gotta leave a place you visit as you found it or better.

I know that. You've been telling me that since my first planet.

Yeah, well, it's important.

It is. OK... I hope what we've said is helpful. Let us know if you need any more help or advice and we'll see what we can do.

[loftec]

Ooohh ho! not missing my chance for a lil peek into that noggin of yours!! <3

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Hah! Sorry for taking ages to do this, I quite honestly decided that I would use this opportunity to tell one of you poor sods brave enough to ask about my epic Merlin canon divergent daydream story I've worked on since 2012, and then I spent 2 days just THINKING through the general plotpoints, nevermind writing them down, and then I remembered I have a big deadline coming up at work and had no time for daydreaming at all.

So maybe let's not do that one… but what else, what else? My problem is that I consider all my Shameless daydream stories to be actual drafts for actual fics (that I probably won't ever write but I simply must still believe!) so I’m not sure… Hang on, I've seen you politely like some of the Dead Boy stuff I’ve reblogged, haven't I? I will take this as an invitation to tell you about my Other DBD daydream story!

Open on Crystal and Charles carefully walking down a corridor lined with doors on both sides, bickering. They're looking for something and Crystal wants to kick down doors and rifle through things, and Charles is doing his LEVEL BEST to be the stand-in think-first guy in their unbalanced kick-first-think-later duo. They're inside Edwin's mind, and Charles is like look, Edwin would hate this, he doesn't even take off his jacket in mixed company (by which Charles means any company besides Charles) and now we're walking through his thoughts and memories and you know what he's like about his books, how do you think he'd feel about having us mucking about in his mind??

Cut back to earlier with some context for how they ended up there. Edwin had just shut down at some point (for magical reasons or some delayed reaction to, you know, all the trauma) and they figure out that he's somehow trapped in his own mind and Crystal says she'll go in and figure him out, and Charles insists that she must not go alone because Edwin's got a great big old mind, right? She needs a guide or she’ll get lost or make things worse or see something she shouldn't. Crystal isn't impressed with his lack of faith in her, but she can see that he's at his wits' end and concedes that he has a point. If anyone can navigate whatever's going on in Edwin's mind, besides Edwin, it's Charles.

It's an endless system of warmly lit hallways, dark patterned carpets and soft worn wooden floors, wallpapers and wall sconces and doors, so many doors. The doors have labels on them, and the hallways connect in octagonal sitting rooms and mind-breaking MC Escher stairways, different wings of the sprawling structure organised after subject. History, Arcana, Language (there's a door in there labelled "English (Charles)" that our detectives won’t see, but which I want you to know about just for fun), and so on.

In a more brightly lit wing of Edwin's mind palace (hah) labelled "Friends and Acquaintances", looking a bit like a new addition to the house, Crystal finds a door with her name on it and finally argues her way into getting to open a door and snoop a little. She's surprised by how nice it is in there, a big comfy chair next to an open window, sheer curtains billowing in a mild breeze, sounds from a distant city below. The walls are lined with bookcases, most of which are empty. She grabs one of the few books neatly placed on one of the shelves, where one would naturally assume the start of an indexed collection would be. She opens the book to a random page, filled with tidy handwritten notes. "Likes Pro Wrestling (Ed. Ask C about Pro Wrestling) Americans, honestly!" is next to "Visibly distraught at mention of Niko (Ed. Offer comfort next time.)" and "Must she be here quite this much?" and ”I wish she would have never darkened our door.” and "Likes coffee (Ed. Look into supplies)”. She closes it again, and carefully puts it back. There’s so much space for more books in this room.

(I meant ”Ed” as ”Editor’s note” but just realised it looks a bit like he’s referring to himself as Ed in his own mind, which is pretty funny.)

Charles leads them through the building, unsure of what they’re looking for but surprisingly sure of where they’re going. He casually mentions the most tender and meticulous observations when Crystal asks for reasoning behind going this way or that, or why they’re not checking one door over another. One door is labelled ”The Dollhouse” and Crystal jokes about wanting to check it out, wondering if it’s something formative from his childhood, and Charles tells her don’t go near it, trust me. You don’t want to know. And Crystal hears him and follows his lead and doesn’t mention the very notable absence of a ”Charles” door, even though she really wants to. Charles is nothing if not observant, he must have noticed too.

He also doesn’t seem phased when they find the whole-ass Charles wing. Door after door after door after door, ”Charles (Jokes)”, ”Charles (Open Cases)”, ”Charles (Closed Cases)”, ”Charles (Unsaid)”, ”Charles (Secrets)”, ”Charles (Daily)” ”Charles (Pre-Afterlife)”, ”Charles!”, ”Charles?”, ”Charles (Smiles)”, ”Charles (Scores 1993-1999”) and on and on. Charles peeks into one or two, suddenly unsure if he knows what he’s doing or where he’s supposed to be looking, and the rooms all look like the office. Some at night, some flooded with sunlight, some muffled by snowfall, some rattling in a storm, all of them filled with a homely warmth and absolutely stacked with shelves upon shelves of books and archive boxes stuffed heavy with files. In ”Charles (Scores 1999-2010)” Charles can’t help himself and pulls out a file from a dusty box close to the doorway. ”November 11, 2009. Pictionary. Win: Charles.” The ghost of a lump forming in his throat, Charles looks through the attached appendices, smiles at the memory of Edwin’s outraged ”Charles! That is not a penguin, in what world is that a penguin?”, his fingertips tracing the beaked blob on one of the wrinkled papers.

At the end of the very long hallway there’s a small door, looking more like a janitor’s closet than another room, and there isn’t a proper plaque on this one, but a handwritten note stuck to it with tape. It says ”Mr and Mrs Rowland”. Charles can’t even comprehend what Edwin knows about Charles’ parents that wouldn’t handily fit in the ”Charles (Pre-Afterlife)” room, but would need the extra closet space. Curiosity gets the better of him and when he opens it, he finds it just stuffed to the brim with scribbles, actual cartoony scribbles that fall out in a big pile over his feet and up to his knees, ”Mr and Mrs Rowland” written over and over and over and swept into a dark closet. Like, you’re not a 14 year old girl with a crush, but you’re gay and you’re a ghost and you’re from 1916 and you’re in love with your best friend who has made you watch enough modern media to influence some tiny annoying and persistent part of your mind to subconsciously do an abjectly silly thing you know makes no sense, but will only do it more if you try to reason with it.

Crystal very kindly doesn’t comment on it as she helps him kick the bouncing scribbles back into a pile they can shove back in the closet. Charles is a little red around the ears, but he doesn’t seem surprised, so this is yet another thing Crystal has underestimated about him. Charles for the first time since Crystal got them in there, feels lost. He followed his instincts and he was so sure, until he ended up in the Charles wing and maybe got a bit distracted? Does he actually think Edwin is somewhere in this part of his mind palace (heh) or is he just being a massive self-absorbed knob wishing he could go back in one of his rooms and just go through memories until Edwin would find him, instead?

Then Crystal notices one of those fold-down ceiling ladders above them. Even this is labelled, a neat little sign saying ”Uncategorised”. He pulls the string and folds down the steps, carefully climbing up and sticking his head into… an attic. The attic. As cluttered and dusty as he remembers it, the first rays of early dawn shining through the dirty window and filling the space with shadows and twilight.

So this is as far as I’ve gotten, I’ve mostly just enjoyed having Charles and Crystal walk around in Edwin’s mind, exploring and talking about things (Edwin, and hell, and feelings). Also I more or less finished my deadline yesterday and told myself to go to bed early to finally get a full night’s sleep, and instead I stayed up until 1 am and wrote this and I don’t know if it makes any kind of sense, but there it is!

(On a sidenote; I genuinely couldn’t tell you how it is that the opening to Dreamcatcher at some point became foundational to my personality, when I’m pretty sure I’ve never actually watched all of Dreamcatcher.)

[tasmparkerr]

The Snake pt 3

Sebastian Sallow × MC

word count: 2k

summary: things continue to get messier as Maeve has the handle the nonstop reminders of the past all while trying to be supportive for Anne as well. 

warnings: foul language, angsty stuff

A/N: The italics symbolize flashbacks/dreams :) having fun with it so I’ll probably do a few more parts, we’ll see!

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"I knew you were a fucking fuck-up. I knew you killed him. I knew you were nothing but a Dark Arts junkie who gets drunk off power. You don't get to sit there and accuse anyone of turning me against you when it's been your fault all along," Anne snapped, her voice sounding so similar to her brother's.

Sebastian turned white. "A-Anne? You... you're okay? You're really here and-"

"Oh, shut up, Sebastian! You should've stayed in Azkaban, you wicked boy! You've done nothing but hurt people for years. No fucking more. I won't let you."

Ominis stepped forward. "Okay, everyone needs to relax... Anne and Maeve, go back to your rooms. Sebastian and I will get settled in the bedrooms. Just... please go. We can all talk later.”

My eyes had never left Sebastian's face, so when his gaze met mine, I felt actual shivers. However, to my surprise, Anne gently grabbed my hand. "Come on, let's go to bed."

Her voice tore my attention away from Sebastian. She had never used that tone with me before. She sounded like I did when she was in pain. Her voice was soft and caring.

I slowly backed up, stepping into Anne's welcoming arms as she hugged me tightly and led me back to the witches' dorms. I glanced behind me one last time to look at Sebastian. He was watching us walk away, and Ominis was tearing into him, saying things along the lines of 'how could you', 'you are so ignorant', 'just as stupid as he always was'.

I still fought to breathe.

The sound of choking came from my throat. Anne shushed me delicately as she sat me on my bed. My body was trembling, and tears streamed down my face.

"He thinks I... He thinks I turned him in... Anne, I didn't do it. I swear I didn't, I-"

Anne grabbed a bowl from a cabinet and poured some water into it. She grabbed a cloth from her bag and dipped it into the water to wet it. She softly dabbed the soaked towel against my cheeks.

"I know. I know you didn't. He could set the world on fire, and you'd watch it burn. Stupid girl..." she mumbled, but her touches were still gentle.

"Anne, I'm so sorry. I know how hard it must be, and-"

"Maeve," she snapped, "Stop talking. Just relax and breathe for Merlin's sake."

I did as I was told as she soothed my skin with the cool water. Anne didn't talk as she did this, making sure to cover my whole face. Then, she sat behind me and brushed my hair, twisting it into a loose braid. Her slender fingers worked their magic. She brought me a cup of tea and told me to go to sleep.

All things I used to do when she would have bad nights.

I was acting pathetic, and I knew it. Sebastian was just... I don't know. He was Sebastian. His own entity. He consumed me during our fifth year. We went through everything together. Everything.

I let Anne tuck me in, and with a flick of her wand, the lights went out. It took me hours to find sleep, and when I did, he haunted my dreams as well.

. . .

My laughter was violent as Sebastian's jaw dropped to the floor.

"I am NOT a knock-off Gareth with brown hair. I can't believe you would have the audacity to even THINK that!" he exclaimed with genuine shock.

Ominis was laughing just as hard as I was, smacking his knee as he hiccuped from the lack of oxygen.

"I mean, how are you NOT? You are both unnecessarily arrogant, self-centered—"

"And stupid," I added.

"—stupid, and cocky. The only difference is he likes potions, you like dueling, and he's a ginger!" Ominis retorted, throwing his head back in laughter.

Sebastian scoffed, throwing his hands in the air. "I think I hate you both. No, I do hate you both. It's decided. I've declared it."

His comment sent another wave of laughter through us. Ominis started choking and waved his hands frantically as he rushed to get some water from the other side of the library.

My laughter died down as Sebastian pouted unamusingly. I patted his knee playfully as if I were comforting him.

"Yeah, yeah... I still hate you," he grumbled.

A moment of silence passed.

"You think I'm cooler than Gareth, right? I'm really as lame as he is?"

I raised an eyebrow with a playful smile. "Oh, Sebastian Sallow... you're really one of a kind."

His smirk widened, and I swore he leaned closer. I felt his breath tickle my lips when Ominis coughed as he returned. We both immediately recoiled.

"Oh, Merlin, I really thought I would never taste air again," Ominis chuckled, sitting down once more.

My whole face was red, and my breathing was uneven. Sebastian looked as relaxed as ever, a cocky smile on those lips.

I never forgot that day.

The first day Sebastian Sallow made me blush.

. . .

My eyes flickered open, and a wave of unbearable sadness washed over me. It was the kind of sadness that swallows you and drowns you. It twists your stomach in knots and makes your limbs feel woozy.

I didn't move for a while. I heard people all around me shuffling to get ready, but I couldn't force my legs to move.

"Come on, we've got to get up," Anne whispered. "Sebastian being here is already going to cause a scene. Don't add to it. You're above that. We can dissociate. I'll do your hair."

I squeezed my eyes shut, the familiar sting of crying burning. I nodded, though, pushing myself up.

Anne walked me through my entire morning routine. We did every step together, putting our uniforms together piece by piece. Anne did as she said, putting my hair half up and letting the rest fall down my shoulders in waves.

She turned to leave when I quickly grabbed her hand. "Hey, this isn't just my problem, okay? He's your brother. He was just a friend to me. I'm here for you too."

Anne gave me a small smile. "You were never just a friend to him. You know that. We're in this together, okay? I promise."

My chest filled a little, and I found the strength in my legs. We put on our cloaks and pulled out our schedules.

"I know we didn't get to 'debrief' last night like we were supposed to, so... let's do it quickly?" Anne suggested.

I glanced down at my parchment. It read:

Defense Against the Dark Arts: This class focuses on advanced defensive spells, combat techniques, and strategies to protect against dark creatures and dark magic.

Transfiguration: Building upon previous years, Transfiguration continues to teach advanced transformation and conjuration of objects and living beings.

Charms: Advanced Charms classes delve into more complex spells, enchantments, and the underlying theory of charm work.

Potions: Students refine their potion-making skills, tackling more intricate recipes and learning about rare and powerful potions.

Herbology: Seventh-year Herbology explores advanced magical plants, their properties, and their applications in potions and spellcasting.

Astronomy: In Astronomy, students deepen their understanding of celestial bodies, their movements, and the interpretation of star charts.

History of Magic: This class covers the detailed history of the wizarding world, including important events, famous witches and wizards, and the development of magical societies.

Anne looked over it with careful eyes, comparing the two lists. "Hmm... We don't have Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, or Herbology together. Maybe I'll have them with Ominis?"

I nodded. "And if not, we can request a change. I'm sure Professor Weasley wouldn't have a problem with that."

She shrugged. "I'll be alright if not. As long as I'm not alone in a class with..."

A twinge of pain.

"We'll be alright. Come along now, can't be late on our first day."

We walked through the halls of the oh-so-magical castle, heading for Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Numerous friendly faces appeared, all waving their hellos and greetings, everyone excited to see Anne Sallow again. However, there were a few whispers here and there. I'm sure people were starting to hear about Sebastian's return.

Words spread like wildfire here.

We quickly pushed past all the people, finally arriving in class. We took our seats, each table holding four. No one sat next to us. No one wanted to sit next to the 'half-dead' sister of a murderer and the ex-Ancient Magic wielder.

That was fine by us.

Professor Hecate was at the front of the room. "Now everyone take a seat. I just need to grab the equipment for today," she cooed, her small body shuffling in the back.

The door swung open one last time. The entire room gasped.

Sebastian walked straight down the center aisle, a smirk confidently on his lips.

I think Leanor was the palest.

Whispers and stares filled the room.

"Yes, yes... Merlin has let me live another day. Is everyone done ogling?" Sebastian spoke out, snickering to himself as he sat at our table, but there was an empty chair between us.

I noticed Sebastian trying to steal glances at Anne, as if he was waiting for her to disappear.

I kept my eyes locked in front of me. I didn't look at him. He didn't exist.

The class seemed to go on forever. I knew Sebastian was looking over at us, but I wasn't sure if he was looking at me or Anne. Maybe both.

Anne quickly stuffed her books into a pile and stood up. Sebastian rushed to stand as well. I glanced at her. "Go to class. I'll see you in Astronomy, okay? Find Ominis."

My voice was so quiet I barely heard it, but Anne gave me a look of thanks and went to bolt from the room. Sebastian moved to follow her, but I stood up, blocking him with my body.

Sebastian sighed annoyingly. "You can't keep her from me forever," he said angrily.

Ignore the pain. Ignore the tug in your chest.

"I can too. This is her decision. When you were gone, we... we bonded a lot. I care for her. She's family. If she doesn't want anything to do with you, then you won't go near her."

"Oh yes, bonding over how I killed our only remaining family must be such a lovely dinner conversation. So sad I wasn't able to show up."

I slammed my book on the table, the loud bang echoing through the room. "Sebastian Sallow, you shut your fucking mouth. Your name hasn't left my lips since the day you were taken. Do you not remember how loudly I screamed for you? How much I fought? Have any idea how long I searched for a cure for your sister? I didn't turn you in. You want proof? Get a Veritaserum potion from Professor Sharp, and you can ask me whatever the hell you want. So until you pull your bloody head out of your ass, you can fuck off!"

His brown eyes didn't waver, but his voice lowered to a whisper. "So then who did? No one else was there, Maeve... Who did?"

I shook my head. "I don't know. But it's an insult that you think I would ever do something like that to you. Especially after everything I did for you... everything we went through... you spent the past two years sitting in there hating me? Well, I spent the last two years mourning."

Sebastian scoffed. "I was tortured for two years. Emotionally tortured for two fucking years. So if you want to have a competition, you're going to lose."

I rolled my eyes. "You're so dense, Sebastian Sallow. Stay away from me, and stay away from Anne."

I turned and walked out the door into the hallways. I couldn't do this. It was way too fucking painful. I wanted my best friend back. I wanted things to be normal. I couldn't stand that he was so hateful towards me. Hot tears streamed down my face as I stomped off to the next class. I wasn't looking where I was going until I literally slammed into someone.

"Hey! Hey... What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Gareth.

Fuck, I don't have time for this.

"It's nothing. It's just—"

My voice caught in my throat when Gareth's thumb wiped my tears off my face.

"Maeve, breathe. You're okay. Talk to me," he whispered sweetly, but when his eyes flickered up, his breath hitched.

I didn't need to turn to see Sebastian behind us. I could just tell from Gareth's look of bewilderment.

"Maeve!" Sebastian's voice.

"We can talk later?" I whispered, but I didn't answer. I just pushed past him and headed to Transfiguration.

[metapoetix]

wip intro post!

so i'm currently actively working on a few main books (but i have a lot more that are just milling about in my head so expect this list to grow)

The Hands of God: Set in a vaguely Byzantine Italian town named Mizzene, this story is narrated by Gian, the son of the ruling family of the area. As various characters, passing by, stop in Mizzene, he and his older sister deal with private desire and despair. Then a devastating disease sweeps the town and Gian is forced to watch tragedy after tragedy unfold, unable to stop any of it. I have elsewhere explained this WIP as "desire + large numbers of people coming and going + nothingness Outside = a lack of disease so stark that it becomes disease in and of itself" and I think that sums up the themes of the story pretty well. tag: #mizzene Merlin Motors (working name): Set in an alternate London in the 1920s in which a fanatical cult competes with an immortality-obsessed airship magnate to be the first to awaken the ancient, powerful gods lying dormant beneath a mysterious monolith in the centre of Westminster. tag: #fitzgerald Honourable Dishonour (working name): Two powerful politicians of the Royal Court and advisors to the king fall in love and conspire to end the brutal monarchy and establish a democracy together with the Crown Prince, the King’s favourite concubine and a kitchen maid. tag: #honour, #cyrelius Favour Fire (working name): A story inspired by the X-Files 1x12 (Fire) which centers around a butch lesbian named Kit, her twin brother Jasper and their elusive, beautiful mother, Elsie. 50% light-hearted bildungsroman, in which Kit and Jasper each have their own silly romance story and their new neighbour, a man recently fired from the police force, falls for their mother, and 50% ghost story, in which the image (and, eventually, the heat) of a young man who, long ago, burned himself alive in Elsie's front garden, having been rejected by her, starts to haunt both Elsie and her children, the story explores themes of tradition/social rules and structure, destruction, love, gender and queerness. tag: #favour fire De Oblito Oratore (working name): A story set in the Late Roman Republic centred around a young man named Marcus Fabius Florus. Florus is obsessed with the ideal of the Roman military and, by extension, is infatuated with one soldier named Quintus Rufius Albinus, who is the other main narrator of the story. The plot follows Florus who, seeking to improve his terrible oratorical skills, stumbles upon a mysterious teacher and becomes a vessel for powers neither he nor anyone around him can quite comprehend but which burn holes in his life, in the city and even in his own speeches. tag: #orastory Other tags: #dwightgar (important wip i just can’t explain it), #anya's diner (beautiful short story from lala's dream), #running water (new wip!!!!), #poetry (self-explanatory), #creative writing (for projects that aren't linked to my main wips), #my ocs (for general oc stuff), #roland hall, #the sherringtons (both refer to a wip thats on hold rn but which i might still take back up) #sst and #odikleos (abandoned wips............sorry)

im gonna add all the tags to this post for ease of navigation so just click on one if youre curious!! theyre usually a mixture of posts that remind me of the wip, me talking about the wip and, on occasion, snippets of my writing

[alexjcrowley]

Severitus Headcanons, I guess (pt. 2)

Quick introduction: this is the second part of a post written more than a year ago when I was stressed for am exam because, guess what, I am now stressed for an exam. Here's the last post

As you'll also find in that post, here's the disclaimer, more or less modified.

Obviously I don't support the terf bitch, the only reason why in the year of our Lord 2023 I am writing something like this is because fantasizing about yet another fictional father-son relationship to make up for the one I lack takes the edge off my stress for exams and...well, other stuff.

I don't give a flying fuck about the Snape discourse, I don't care if he is good, bad, or in the middle, I did not write this to be accurate to the books I haven't read or the movies I hardly remember, I wrote this because it's comforting to me. So if you are personally offended by Severitus as a concept or Snape in general, don't make me part of your grudge, because I don't care for it. There are better ways to spend your time rather than insult me.

As I've made patently clear, I don't know Harry Potter that well, so if there are inaccuracies, I'm sorry. I linked my last post because these headcanons take place in the same "universe" as my last post, so you may want to read that too.

Let's begin.

Snape only uses his Legilimens ability on Harry to win at cards.

Harry only learned Occlumency to stop losing at cards (it may or may not have been Snape's purpose from the start).

"Do you have...a seven?"

"No luck. Now stop trying to get inside my head, literally."

"...you're getting better at this."

"Cards or Occlumency? I bet they go hand in hand."

"Shut up."

The hardest thing to adapt to when Harry starts Hogwarts is new boundaries. Harry and Snape have to pretend they don't know eachothers. Especially with Harry being a Gryffindor, Snape can't even use the excuse is looking out for a little Slytherin. But the necessity to protect The Boy Who Lived from all dangers hidden at Hogwarts (and the urge to look out after Harry who has a special ability in putting himself in trouble) is too strong to ignore. So now everybody thinks Snape is just really weird about Harry, he never lets him out of his sight, he is almost following him around and also they fight a lot in class. Honestly it's a bit weird to see a thirty-something years old professor have beef with an 11-year-old, but nobody dares to bring it up to Snape, they're scared of him, alright?

So the whole...turning down Draco's friendship is real pickle. Like, yes, being close to Draco, who is Lucius's son, is a bad idea because Lucius can't find out Snape is working for Dumbledore and Harry literally lives with him but also purposefully antagonize Draco Malfoy? On your first day? That's simply suicidal.

"Why did you have to be so...stubborn with him?"

"Me? I'm the stubborn one? He insulted Ron!"

"Whom you had known for 2 hours then!"

"Well, I only needed to know Draco for five minutes to understand he was a bully and I am not friend with bullies."

Snape wants to reply but he is stunned for a moment. That's an admirable stance for an 11 years old. Merlin, if someone told me years ago I'd hear this coming from James Potter's son...

"It wasn't the worst decision you could have made. That was Draco Malfoy. His father, Lucius, is...a dangerous wizard. Not accepting his friendship will certainly breeds problems, but you could have hardly afford the scrutiny you would have been submitted by such proximity to the Malfoy family. You'd need to be a far more cunning Slytherin to avoid giving yourself away while making...friends with Draco, and you're a foolishly impulsive Griffindor, as we've witnessed today."

"Even if it was bad choice, I wouldn't have turned my back to Ron."

"I am well aware of that, Harry, but would you be so kind to let me believe in all the years I've brought you up I instilled some sort of Slytherin smarts in that red and gold head of yours?"

It's not fair, Severus thinks, it's really not fair. James Potter was the rich kid who strutted Hogwarts halls like he owned them and his son turned himself against an entire house not to turn his back towards a kid he met on a train. One day, Severus will have to tell Harry about his parents. He won't lie, he has never been one to sugarcoat things, but he doesn't want to tell Harry who is father truly was either. The side of James Potter people don't talk about, people turn a blind eye to, because it was just with Slytherins and everybody knows they're bad news anyway, because it was him and nobody cared if it was him. Harry doesn't deserve to know the truth, but one day he'll have to.

Harry didn't exactly took well the news (well, news to him) that Draco was Snape's godson. When Draco told him Harry couldn't believe it. He said it was joke, that he was lying. Everybody seemed to know at school. When he asked Snape for explanations, he said he "didn't want to burden him with this information", that was also "never relevant until this moment" for him. It doesn’t calm Harry down, on the contrary. He locks himself in his room. The only reason Harry doesn't fully blow a fuse is that they're at Hogwarts now. Of course, he can't tell Ron and Hermione why he is upset. Really, Draco Malfoy? Snape is his godfather? In which alternate universe? Sure, Draco is a Slytherin, but he is also pretentious, and whiny, and he is always ready to go tell his father things, and he expects to be treated like royalty by everyone and he is a bully! Snape hates all of these things, how is that even possible that he is connected to someone like Malfoy? Everytime Malfoy flaunts how being Snape's godson gives him certain priviledge, Harry wishes he'd know a spell to shut him up. And no, this isn't jealousy, it's something else that right mow he cannot name, but it's definitely not jealousy. And it's not jealousy because he knows Snape doesn't care about Draco more than he cares about him. Draco may be his godson, but Harry is his...protegè? Maybe? The exact definition of the nature of Harry and Snape relationship has been a bit foggy. Whatever, it's not important the title or anything, he knows Snape cares more about him, right?

Snape is torn between keeping up apperances and following his heart. As disgustingly sentimental as it may sounds. Draco and Harry fight ever more than he precicted. And as head of Slytherins and Draco's godfather the only sensible behaviour for him to follow would be take Draco's side everytime, he knows that. But no one could prepare him on how hard it is, especially when Snape knows Draco is wrong, to look at Harry and call him a liar when he denies to have started the fight, an insolent and a brat. He explained him he has to do it, no one can suspect, but Harry is just a kid, of course there's hurt in his eyes when Snape says those things. He pretends to yank Harry from an arm to some classroom so he can give him a proper scolding, while the other kids who witnessed the fight chatter about the tremendous punishment Snape is going to inflict on Gryffindors' golden boy. Some of them try to subtly follow Harry and Snape, hoping to hear some of the insults the Potions teacher will throw at Potter and make gossip out of it, but Snape glare at them so hard some think it's a new kind of spell. When they're away from indescreet eyes and ears, Snape lowers himseld at Harry's level. "It's just pretend. Don't believe anything I say in front of the Slytherins and in front of Draco, especially. You're good kid, Harry." he whispers. "But I was right! It wouldn't be suspicious if you tell them I am right when I am! Draco pushed me and-" "It's not that simple, Harry." A sentence Harry will grow tired of hearing pretty soon. "And now go to your dormroom!" shouts Snape at Harry, theatrically, in front of the students who waited to catch a glimpse of Snape's rage. Snape is pretending to be be angry, but when Harry looks at him with fire in his eyes Severus knows he is not faking it.

Snape cannot stop directly Draco from harassing Harry, but he can still find alternative ways, after all he is a Slytherin. He opted for convincing Draco that fighting Harry Potter is a waste of time and all of the public insult matches he gets up to with Harry doesn't make him look good on his curriculum. Draco has an ego and Snape knows how to play with it. Snape does care about Draco, in his own way. He is not surprised he turned out the way he did, snobbish and egocentric and with a mean streak to him- he is after all Lucius's son and a Slytherin, you couldn't expect a Hufflepuff behaviour. But, because he knows Lucius, he can also tell that he and Draco are different. Surely Draco resembles Lucius physically, but it's clear he is putting effort into acting like his father. His meaness is not as nonchalant, one could say, as Lucius's. Snape pretends not to notice. He really did wish Draco didn't always use Harry as an assistant to prove the world he is just like his father, especially when he is better than him.

In the rare occasions Snape is forced to give Harry punishments he doesn't deserve (very rare occasions, since Harry usually breaks four rules a day)

At some point, way earlier than Snape wanted, Ron and Hermione found out Harry had been growing up with Snape. Which was weird, to say the least, but for very unexpected reasons. First of all, because for how much they argue in class you can tell they've got something personal going on, but "father-son" relationship is not what you would expect. Second, because Ron especially couldn't believe someone could ever entrust Snape with a child. When Harry told him in muggle children stories usually wizards and witches are evil and eat children, Ron thought it was about Snape. Having lived with Dursleys for a few years, though, Harry is very firm in defending Snape from accusation of being a bad guardian/parent. Snape can be hard to deal with sometimes, sure, but there's a difference between that and bad guardians, Harry knows, he's been through it. Snape doesn't deserve to be put on the same level of the Dursleys.

It's also weird that Harry and Snape live together for Ron and Hermione because it's just so much harder to hate Snape. It's not like they suddenly love him as soon as they find out he's Harry's guardian, but damn. You just cannot say things anymore. It's not even "it would be impolite in front of Harry", more often than not Harry is openly fighting Snape when he thinks he did something unfair, but because now you know Snape is not The Worst Person Alive. What is Ron suppose to say when he gets a low grade in Potions? Oh, Snape is probably a frustrated asshole who tried to get back at me for his sorry life? THAT MAN BROUGHT HIM, HARRY AND HERMIONE SLICED FRESH FRUIT FOR A SNACK WHEN THEY SPENT SUMMER AFTERNOONS AT SPINNER'S END. HE ACCOMPANIED HARRY TO RON'S HOUSE. He stayed over for tea once with his mother. You just cannot pretend he is the devil who spends time huddled in his home to making up new ways to torture his students anymore. He medicated Hermione when she hurt her knee falling from a swing. You can't hate the man who put a hello kitty band-aid on your knee (Hermione always brings with her her own small aid kit, funny band-aids included).

Make no mistake, same goes for Snape. It's pretty hard to maintain your reputation as unsufferable professor when two of your students hang out by your house an awful lot. It's harder to be strict with them. And he does want to do that, Snape prides himself in projecting his image as a hard professor to deal with, who requires respect and the maximum effort in his subject. Ron sucks at Potions, and Snape is not going to give him better grades just because he is Harry's friend, but damn it's just...harder to do that thing when you don't care about how you students perform when they don't strive for perfection. Now he is disappointed. Disappointed in Ron Weasly. Disappointed in Ron Weasly's grade. He shouldn't care about it! And also it's not fun anymore to tease Miss Granger. Now when she raises her hand Snape has resorted to tell her he knows she knows the answer, so why doesn't she give the rest of the class a chance? See, it lacks sarcasm, it lacks spite, it lacks maliciousness, it lacks...Snape's treadmark snarky attitude. "You're becoming soft, Severus" sometimes he sighs to himself, after missing what he would once consider a brilliant opportunity for a nasty comment. He then looks at Harry, Ron, Hermione, or whatever other kid his tongue now decided to spare by force of habit, taking a huge sigh of relief becayse Snape's remark has been less cutting than they expected. "Maybe it's not a bad thing" a voice in his head suggests. But what if his students lose respect for him then, it's always either feared or loved right? "You'll cross that bridge when you get there" a softer voice answer.

Speaking of failed Potions classes, Snape really can't hide his disappointment for Harry's grade. He'd thought living with him he would have learned something, even just observing him preparing potions as a child- they used to do this a lot when Harry was little, Snape brewed potions while Harry stayed in the same room, drawing or reading or making muggle homework or even helping sometimes. Harry is average at best. And Snape is only being fair, doesn't matter their relationship, he doesn't give him a point more or less on his homework, his work ethic is very strong. Snape considers this his greatest failure in Harry's regards.

But guess what he is great at? Bleah, Quidditch. Snape didn’t understand the appeal of the sport when he was at Hogwarts and he doesn’t understand it now. Harry blabbers to him excitedly about brooms and snitches and points and teams, but Snape barely understands him. "If only you were to pour such enthusiasm in more useful activities, like studying for Potions class". Harry puts on a face and looks away so Snape doesn't see him. He can't utter a word of Quidditch that Snape starts lecturing about "more useful activities".

"I am merely worried, Minerva, that pointless glory achieved in...sports will lure his mind away from his studies. I won't let the boy turn into a good-for-nothing brawny knobhead like all athlestes. " Severus complains to professor McGonagall. "He shouldn't waste away the little cleverness he has." He adds with a calculated insulting remark, in fear he let too much of his true feelings show.

"First of all, Severus, not all athletes are good-for-nothing brawny knobhead. There's nobility is sports." Minerva lectures him.

"You would say from such an unbiased point of view." Severus retorts. It's no secret Minerva is the biggest Quidditch fan in the school, her enthusiasm can trump that of the students.

"Secondly, Harry has had an eccellent education and a dedicated teacher" she says, stirring her tea while giving Severus a knowing look "he is not a knobhead and he will never be. About being brawny, I don't see how a bit of exercise wouldn't help in preparation for darker days."

She and Severus drink their tea in silence.

[wheresunandseameet]

2, 3, and 6 for your Blue Beetle S/I mayhaps?

Of course! I will see about sending you at least 2 more numbers to make it even haha 😄.

2. What is your backstory? What was your home life like?

My back story is very much same as real life so i shall be slightly vague 😅 and under the cut cause it still feels very not vague enough 😬.

Also i got rambly and used a lot of like verbal visuals (metaphors? Similies? Its been a while since i was in English class, i need to get a refresher ngl). I didn't add pictures sorry.

Second child of divorced parents. Middle child if including half siblings and step sibling. Was very smily yet shy as a kid but, because of bullying, became quieter and easier to forget/overlook. Raised evangelical Christian and often involved in church things like retreats and summer camps before becoming Agnostic and moving to kinda polytheistic.

Home life was slightly better than school as there wasn't any bullying but things definitely weren't perfect since i didn't get along great with my step father. a lot of larping with the two younger neighbor kids, a lot of computer games, writing and drawing to pass the time. A lot of jumping the elementary school fence with my siblings to play when there was no school. Not much friends outside of church until about middle or high school. A lot of expectations to be like my sister but i never could meet them.

3. What is your sense of style? Do you have any specific aesthetics when it comes to your wardrobe?

I split my sense of style into "wish" and 'capable of'.

My wish style is kinda a mix of 90s/2000s Emo and Skater (a mix of like Avril Lavigne, Hayley Williams, and Edward Elric) with a side of like nerdy/weeb. Some more larpy clothes as well which would include like period specific clothes (like pride and prejudice/bridgerton like dresses or merlin like dresses or clothes both of merlin and ya know all the knights with their armor and weapons).

My 'capable of' style is more about comfort and is somewhat nerdy. It is only like 40% about insecurities. Most of it is just lack of access to funds or actually well made clothes (as the fabrics of stuff isn't that great these days).

My aesthetic is generally probably comfortable but also definitely more on the side of skater if that makes sense (despite my ankles being a bit too wobbly to actually skate 😅😅)

6. What is your personality like? Are there any personality traits that are more evident than others?

Aside from my resting bitch face, i start of polite (possibly including a fake smile) but reserved with my guarded-ness only showing when provoked even if the provocation was only in my own perspective.

If things stay pleasant, the politeness becomes more genuine and any smiles become much less fake. If someone is able to pick a good topic that cracks my shell, i equate it to me blooming like a flower or the sun/moon (depends on perspective tbh) coming out from behind the clouds. I am a big daydreamer prone to focusing on hurt and on comfort.

I am not great at keeping myself 100% safe from people hurting me, if they know how to get me to open up in the first place, and i am not great at immediately cutting ties with toxic people. I will hold onto any "positive" relationship until a line is crossed which then has me cutting ties like someone being thrown overboard a sailing ship.

As to most evident personality traits, it depends on how closely one watches.

Generally i feel like it is my reserved-ness especially with the whole resting bitch face. I don't feel all that charismatic, Generally i feel like i am very awkward, but friends have made me occasionally second guess if my perspective is right or not. I feel like there is also a bit of go with the flow -ness to me as generally i won't rock the boat unless someone is trying to start something that would affect someone else. Like take shit about me? Sure i might cry later but i wouldn't really respond but if someone goes after my friend or even just someone near me? Oh buddy, you just fucked up.

[capmerthur]

@destinyandcoins #ok ok ok so these are all devastating. for a variety of reasons #special shout out to my boy ''i swear i will protect you or die at your side'' #not ONLY because it's my otp tag for them (from before the finale actually aired 🙃) #but also!! he didn't!! he swore he would protect him OR die at his side! and he did neither!!! #hahah isn't that funny. isn't that grand #isn't that g r e a t #but also. oh my god. i'm sorry but i have to go with ''i know arthur better than i know myself'' #because. it's TRUE #EVERYTHING about merlin is about arthur. everything he does is for him #to the point that merlin is tying himself into knots to keep arthur happy and safe as a priority above even bringing magic back to camelot #he doesn't know who he is or what his purpose is without arthur #he hasn't had a chance to know himself fully #but he can filter things through the lens of what arthur would do or expect or need or want #because That's Who He Is #and THAT is the wildest thing he's ever said. #not the heartfelt declarations of what arthur means to him or what he'd do for him. not even when those come so early in their friendship #but the fact that he says he knows arthur better than he knows himself. and he MEANS IT #goddddddd #(also. i want you to imagine for a moment the agony i felt typing that tag for the 1st time after the finale aired. ok. just imagine my pai #do you know what that did to me? to have picked that quote as meaningful enough to represent their relationship. #and then sit through that finale. and grieve. and process. and then go to type that tag again and realize merlin broke that promise #ok. thank you. i just needed someone else to know what i went through in that moment. to understand the agony i'm in every time i use it) @agapantoblu #Okay but it's ''I know Arthur better than I know myself'' #Like all the others are cold facts honestly but this one? What do you mean babe! #You've been staring so obsessively you could paint every detail to the smallest of wrinkles blindfolded #And in the process of looking at him you lost sight of yourself as anything other than a tool of prophecy #Also unbelievably ironic because Merlin knows Arthur better than himself and Arthur also does know himself better than he knows Merlin #On account of the fact that he knows so very little about Merlin and most of it are lies #Delicious. 100% most insane thing to say #And it's not even in context of a deep confession to Arthur or anything! My man really dropped this line in a casual conversation! Absurd @followtheechoes #honestly its probably 'i know arthur better than i know myself' #because merlin knows himself very well when he first arrives #maybe he doesnt know his limits yet but he knows he hasnt tested them and he knows he's eager to try #and he knows what hes willing to stand up and stop #he doesnt know himself anymore!! but he knows arthur!!! @retro-wallflower #i almost chose i was born to serve u coz come on saying u live for them wow #but had to go with his life is worth a hundred of mine 😭😭 #merlin and his crippling lack of self worth will be the death of me @adhd-merlin WAIT A SECOND WHERE IS "I HAVE MAGIC. AND I USE IT FOR YOU ARTHUR. ONLY FOR YOU" CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT ABOUT THAT ONE #merlin telling lancelot magic isn't part of him. he IS magic. #do you get it!!!!!!! #oh i almost missed this!! thank you ellie <3 #torn between n.6 and n.7 #but i went with 6 because i remember thinking “wild thing to say” as i watched #i mean not that “I was born to serve you” is any less wild but you know. the prophecy and stuff #there is some plausible deniability in there #also “i'm sorry I had to leave you. I didn't want to. I hope one day you'll understand why” (ep 5x12) #hit me hard like #he's pressed for time. literally in a life or death situation. needs to convey an urgent message to save arthur's life #first thing out of his mouth: “I'm sorry I had to leave you I didn't want to” #baby 🥺!!!!! #for all he knew that was the last time he got the chance to speak to arthur #and he needed him to know he didn't want to leave him

[lxngbottom]

Hiii!! First off love your writing!!! Second I was hoping we could get a part two to cold night? Sweet luv ya!!

A Cold Night. | N.L. (Part 2)

in which neville tries to make up for what happen at the yule ball.

warnings: swearing, just a tad bit of angst!

i honestly didn’t expect for anyone to actually want a pt 2 to this but once again, you ask i deliver!

PART 1 HERE!

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it had been a whole week since the night of the yule ball. one whole week of the silent treatment from y/n, and neville felt like he was losing it.

he couldn’t even put into words the guilt that remained sitting in his gut. especially when he would look at her from his seat in one of their shared classes, and she would shoot daggers right into his soul. it was truly killing him. and, he wished he could fix it.

“y/n, will you please get in a better mood? i’m trying to focus, and i can practically feel the anger leaking off of you!” hermione exclaimed, tending to the plant that sat in front of them. y/n simply rolled her eyes at her friend,

“sorry that my emotions are distracting you from cutting... whatever this is!” y/n aggravatingly stated, flicking the mystery plant in front of them, “what in merlin’s beard are we even supposed to be doing anyway?”

hermione huffed and narrowed her eyes at her friend, “were you seriously not listening to sprout? we’re supposed to be carefully trimming the leaves off of this—well... i forgot what it’s called.”

y/n didn’t respond to her, just simply looked over at neville who was going around, helping others around the greenhouse with their assignment. she clenched her jaw, still remembering the yule ball mishap. she didn’t know why, but she still felt so spiteful over it.

why couldn’t neville ask her to the yule ball? was it not obvious enough that she fancied him? or was he truly just that oblivious?

why couldn’t it have been her that night?

“merlin, i have absolutely no idea what i’m doing...” hermione admitted, slamming the trimmers down on the table. y/n chuckled from hermione’s failed attempt at having an attitude, and shook her head.

just as y/n was feeling some sort of relief from her angst, the root of the problem came strolling along to their table. he was visibly nervous as he glanced at y/n for a second, and then at hermione.

“h-hey guys... do you need some help?” he asked, his voice soft.

“actually, yes! we would—“

“piss off, longbottom.” y/n cut hermione off, and hermione’s jaw dropped. the girl scoffed, and neville simply nodded his head in defeat, and walked away.

hermione hit y/n’s arm, and y/n let out a yelp, “ow! what was that for?”

“we needed his help! why would you do that?”

y/n rolled her eyes, “we don’t need his help! we can figure it out on our own!”

y/n picked up the trimmers, and started observing the plant harshly, studying the leaves and where they were growing from,

“if you make us fail this assignment... i’ll never speak to you again, y/n.”

—

turns out, hermione and y/n did end up failing that assignment. and, if things couldn’t get worse, hermione cursed y/n’s name for making her average drop, which was always quite annoying considering y/n knew that hermione would never fall from her class rank, as she was at the top.

fortunately for the two girls, professor sprout had blessed them with a makeup assignment. it was a simple essay that had to be written, about the properties of any plant of their choice. but, it needed to be four to five pages.... at least.

y/n sat in the library, multiple herbology books scattered in front of her. she bit down on her thumb, staring at the blank parchment. she had no idea what plant would be the easiest to write about, and quite honestly, even if she did, she didn’t know how to describe it. neville had always assisted her in times like this, especially when it came to herbology, but that wasn’t an option.

she huffed, and glanced out the window. she saw students in small groups, talking and laughing. she envied them, as she wished she could not only be free from this dreadful essay, but as well, that she could actually speak with her friends.

“y/n?”

y/n whipped her head around, and spotted a nervous ginny weasley standing a little ways away from her designated table. she rolled her eyes, looking away from the ginger. she knew it was probably unfair to be angry at ginny, but she couldn’t help the spitefulness that she had pent up.

“i know you’re angry at me, but... can we talk?”

y/n bit down on her lip in aggravation, and turned her head once more, “what is there to talk about, weasley? i think i’ve made it pretty clear to you and longbottom both that i want the two of you to piss off.”

truthfully, ginny and y/n had never been super close, as ginny was in a year below all of y/n’s friends (herself included). but ginny would be lying if she said that it didn’t hurt her feelings to know that y/n had a grudge held against her.

“i know. but, i need to tell you something. so please... you don’t have to talk, just listen.”

y/n thought about it for a moment, knowing that ginny wouldn’t stop pestering her if she said no, so she motioned for ginny to sit down in front of her. the girl did so slowly, setting her bag down on the table quietly.

“you deserve to know what happened, y/n. that night—“

“i fucking know what happened, weasley. trust me.”

ginny sighed, “no. before the ball. the truth about neville and me, and why he even asked me in the first place.”

that’s when y/n’s thoughts began to take ahold of her.

did ginny and neville kiss? were they official now? what was ginny about to say that could possibly shatter y/n’s heart more than it already had been?

“neville and me... we’re just friends, y/n. strictly friends!” ginny informed her, her hands hitting the table lightly. “and... the only reason he even asked me is because i didn’t have a date, and neither did he.”

y/n scoffed, “well, i didn’t have a date either. you two weren’t the ones that ended up going alone and sitting by themselves all night!”

y/n hadn’t realized it, but thinking back to that night had caused tears to form in her eyes. she could only remember the jealousy, and the sadness from seeing them two on the dance floor together, seemingly having the time of their lives.

“yeah... because neville wanted to ask you.”

the statement sparked interest in y/n’s chest, and she narrowed her eyes at ginny,

“w-what?”

ginny sighed once more, and glanced around for a moment, “y/n... the only reason why neville asked me is because he wanted to ask you. but, you know how he is... he was afraid that you had already found someone. and, i’m honestly surprised that you didn’t. you know, you being pretty and all...”

y/n’s lips parted as she tried to process the information.

neville wanted to go with her?

“you—you’re lying...”

ginny shook her head, “i’m not! i would never lie about something like this. he told me himself. before, during, and even after the ball. you don’t even know how guilty he felt when you ran off crying.”

the thoughts running through y/n’s head were going at a pace that not even she herself could keep up with. she glanced down at her books, and then back up at ginny, and began to hurriedly collect her belongings.

“where are you going?” ginny asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

“i-i have to go find him! i have to apologize for being such a bitch to him this last week! mind putting these books up for me?” y/n asked, shoving her stuff into her bag.

“uh, yeah... definitely! go find him!”

y/n flashed a small smile at ginny, taking her by surprise. she began to walk off, but suddenly stopped and turned around as ginny began to close her abandoned books,

“ginny,” y/n called out, and ginny looked at her, “i’m sorry.”

ginny smiled at her, “it’s alright, y/n. just go and fix it.”

y/n nodded once more, and stormed off before ginny could say anything else.

she began to search, and search hard. she considered every place that neville could be, as he was one to hide away from the world when things felt too stressful.

y/n spotted seamus and dean in the hall, and ran up to them,

“oh! hey—“

“do you guys know where longbottom is?”

the two boys looked at each other, questioning looks etched upon their faces,

“uh, no. we haven’t seen him since earlier today. why?” dean told her,

“um... no reason. thanks for letting me know. i’ll see you guys later!”

and with that, she stormed off down the hallway. seamus and dean looked at each other once more,

“girls...” seamus huffed, and shook his head, dean agreeing with a chuckle.

y/n made her way to the greenhouse, more than sure that neville would be there. but, when she peaked in, he wasn’t anywhere to be seen. it truly began to worry her, and she had to take a few deep breaths before she continued her search for the gryffindor boy that she adored so much.

as she stood against the wall for a moment, she realized one more place where he could’ve been.

she was running all over the place, trying to get to the destination as fast as she could. she pushed passed people, muttering small apologies to them as they scoffed from her “lack of manners”.

finally, she arrived. and, when she began to slow down, she spotted the boy. she took a breath of relief before continuing to walk.

he stood in the lake, pants rolled up to his knees, staring at the plant in his hand. just like he always did. and usually, y/n would be sitting under the tree that sat right next to the lake, listening to his small lessons about the qualities of the new found plants.

neville heard footsteps approaching, and he looked up to see a panting y/n, gasping for air.

“y/n? are you alright?”

she didn’t respond, only threw her bag down and put her hands on her knee caps in an attempt to catch her breath from all of the running she had just done.

“fine... just... winded...” she responded in between heavy breaths, feeling as if she could puke.

neville stepped out of the lake, slowly approaching the girl, plant and dirt still in hand. “well... why are you so winded?”

y/n finally fully stood up, and wiped the little sweat that had formed on her forehead. she glanced up and down, observing how he looked. he always looked so adorable at times like this. it made her realize how much she had actually missed him.

“to—to find you. i couldn’t find you anywhere, so... well—never mind that. it doesn’t matter.” she quickly shook off her verbal thoughts, and lightly smiled at him. “i talked to ginny...”

his eyes widened a little, and he coughed awkwardly as he set the small water plant down on the ground, “you did?”

she nodded, “yeah... is it true?”

he looked at her, his cheeks beginning to flush. he knew exactly what she meant.

“yeah... it—it is true. all of it. i’m sorry i didn’t—“

that’s when y/n did something she had dreamed about doing ever since they were 12 years old. she walked up to him, grabbed him by the collar, and forced their lips together in a gentle kiss.

neville was taken back for a moment, but slowly leaned into her. his hand came up to her cheek, and he brought her closer, as he had waited for this very same moment since the first time they had met.

the two pulled away, breathless, lips swollen and pink. neville removed his hand slowly, only to find that he had smudged dirt onto her face.

“um... you got some dirt—“

she giggled, and wiped it off with her sleeve. he smiled at her, taking the moment in.

she then fixed his collar, a bright smile on her face,

“we can save the “i missed you’s” for later. i have a herbology essay to write, and i have no idea how i’m going to get it done.”

[weasvlys]

Oh god, i love when you request me stuff specially this kind of things ~hehe~. Anyways, sure! Here you have your naughty blurb. @bellaisahufflepuff

And just a little reminder: I TAKE REQUESTS, even the really naughty ones? Yes! Even de multifandom ones? Yesss, even the orgy or threesome ones? YESS! Even the queer ones? YEEEEEES, so go on, and request!.

- Xoxo, Vennus.

After Quidditch.

Draco Malfoy x Y/N x Fred Weasley (Female! Gryffindor! Reader)

Warnings: Smut, Explicit language, cursing, degradation, slut shaming, double penetration, parissss, rough sex (spanking, hair pulling, choking, etc), threesome, unprotected sex, etc.

Words count: 2815, i know, it's a bit long but it is worth it.

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"This is not fair Professor Hooch!" Fred yelled from his broomstick, annoyed by the lack of Draco Malfoy, who had thrown his twin off his broom and he had dislocated his shoulder and as a result could not continue playing "I'm sorry to say it's not, Weasley." She responded in the same way as the "You are entering the other Weasley's position" she said, patting you on the shoulder. You got up from the bench, got on the broom and began to play, the game was very close, Harry still did not see the snitch and Slytherin was winning 50 to 10, to Gryffindor, you hoped it would not happen that the same as in the world cup with Ireland and Bulgaria. But for a moment you forget all those thoughts watching Fred stood next to you, with that imnotating smile and those sexy eyes, it was difficult to concentrate having him there, and even worse, to Malfoy from across the field, they both looked so sexy in those uniforms that they were so snug it was hard not to see their muscles through them, but if it still couldn't get worse, their dicks. Fred had that voice and gaze full of lust again, as if he would think of fucking you at the end of the game, and Draco lifting that chest and brushing his damp hair from his face flexing his arms and letting you see their muscles... Merlin, the very idea of ​​seeing them doing that naked and drenched with sweat made you feel a rush of pleasure in your core. And taking you out of all those thoughts, a gust passed in front of you, followed by a wet and cold wind, it was Harry accompanied by Draco, it seemed that he had finally found the snitch, but they quickly disappeared from your sight, now they seemed to be in the sky, looking for the snitch.

You were looking up at the sky when the sound of a furious bludger caught your attention, you quickly hit it to prevent it from landing on your face resulting in an accidental 'goal', however putting a bludger in any of the hoops did not give any points, but fortunately the bludger hit Marcus Flint, who's the captain, and bounced off Peregrine Derrick, who is one of the punchers, knocked them both out in action. "Professor, that was a foul!" he reproached Lucian Bole, another of the thugs "It is not dear", replied the teacher, winking at you, Lucian only snorted, "Good one Y/L/N" Fred told you with a wink, damnit, he's so sexy... You turned to the front to see Draco looking at you with a smirk, he gave you an up and down look and then softly lick and bite his lip. That was enough to make you melt.

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The game was over and with the torture of seeing Draco and Fred, at least for the weekend you could get rid of their stares. Gryffindor had won despite expectations, it seemed that again Slytherin had lost by trusting.

"Won't you join us? We will celebrate, there will be firewisky" asked Harry behind you with a group of Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs "Yes, I'll just take a quick shower" you answered in the same way, You really weren't in the mood to celebrate, after those looks you wanted to go to your room and satisfy yourself just thinking about them. You were about to go into the girls 'bathtubs, when you heard voices coming from the boys' bathroom, which was next door, you tried to listen but there were many Gryffindors celebrating, you peeked in, and as soon as you did, you heard Fred's annoying voice "You're such a coward!" Said Fred, you put your head a little more to see who he was fighting, you saw the redhead's back pushing another boy, he seemed a little smaller than him, however you did not see who it was "At least I don't associate with mudbloods, you are a disgrace to purebloods." As soon as you heard it and knew who it was, that voice and accent you could recognize it anywhere, it was Draco Malfoy, "What do you want, Weasley? You know that I can make her stop talking to you, ignore your existence." Fred pushed him even harder, yanked him by his clothes and pulled him closer to him "Who are you even talking about?"Asked Fred, with a threatening voice, that voice that it made you so hot "You know who the bloody hell I'm talking about... that pretty mudblood girl." Draco replied laughing, Fred again pushed him harder to the wall, you knew what was coming, the Weasleys weren't well known for controlling their emotions, much less against Draco Malfoy.

You entered the bathroom loudly so that both of you will notice your presence "Speaking of the devil" Draco said "What is he talking about, Freddie?" You asked without taking your eyes off Draco, who was now on the ground and Fred next to him, with the expression that Fang usually made when Hagrid scold him "Hahaha, she doesn't know yet?"Again he asked Fred mockingly "Malfoy shut up!" Said Fred crossing his arms, until now you had noticed that Fred wasn't wearing a shirt, shit, that thin and marked body drove you crazy, those hands with veins that went up to his shoulder and that path of red hairs below his navel that went down, you liked to find out how far they go, What you loved the most were those freckles that were scattered everywhere and that v on his hips, "What are you talking about?!" You said now angrily "That Fred Weasley fancy you, I mean, I don't blame him." He answered giving you that up and down look that made your legs shake again, his answer took you very by surprise, you turned to see Fred, who was giving Draco a withering look, then I look at you, he seemed sad, as if his eyes said "I know you don't feel the same", He took a few steps towards you, he took your neck and waist and his lips touched yours, boy that had taken you by surprise, after being the whole game and a little more years fanced by this moment it finally happened, hell, the last thing that could happen now was that Draco kissed you the same way, Drunk with lust and desire, but to your surprise, someone else tugged at your wrist and kissed you in the same seductive way, now it was Draco, "What is this all about? Am I dreaming?" You wondered.

Draco took off from your kiss, you were stunned, you looked at them both in surprise, this couldn't be a dream, you weren't so creative to imagine such a scenario "Actually, we both want you" Draco said gently biting his lip and lifting his hair from his face, Fred began to approach slowly, looking at you like a dam, damn it, only in your dreams had you seen such a look, he took your wrist and pulled hard at it towards his body, "You know Y/N? Seeing you at the game, with all your uniform wet from the rain and with that look, damn it... It made me so hard" He opened the button of his pants and put your hand in his bulge under the boxer, the feeling of his hard and naked cock in the palm of your hand made you sigh "Here... Feel how much I want you".

For a moment you had forgotten that Draco was there, but he made sure that it was not for long, put his hand on your waist and began to give wet kisses on your neck, I go down to your chest where with his other hand he unbuttoned the laces of your cape, letting it fall to the ground, they both separated from you and took off their clothes, even the inner one, you closed the door behind you and you took off the sweater you were playing with, revealing your bra, Fred approached you, leaned over and lowered your pants quickly, while the other boy kissed your neck again, this time leaving marks, until he reached the bra, where he ripped it off,making your breasts bounce into action "Fuck... You such a nasty girl, playing in such a cheating way" he said in a growl, playing with the tip of his tongue on your nipples, making you moan, while the redhead stroked your thigh "I think we should punish her Malfoy" said Fred in such a sensual way that you felt like slowly wetting your panties, "Weasley, it's the first thing we want to agree on" Said the blond mocking your expression, he directed his hand to your neck and took a large lock of hair and roughly pulled it, began to pull it, heading to the sinks, where he gently smashed your face and bare chest on the bar, exposing your butt "You're such a bad girl... Look, thong for quidditch? You sure planned to jerk off after the game, right?" Fred said in the same tone, taking the spring, pulling it, and releasing it, causing it to bind your hip which made you sigh, "Of the honors Weasley" said Draco lowering the thong to your knees "How nice Malfoy..." he just said it and gave you a spanking, so hard you knew it would turn red, he gave another, and another making you moan "Spank her for my Malfoy" said Fred, Draco got behind you and started doing the same as Fred before, but his were harder, he gave a pair and lowered his face to your thigh and gave a kiss on the inside, getting dangerously close to your pussy, got up again and gave a spanking again, again close to your center, gave another, even closer, stopped for a second, he leaned closer and whispered "You're so fucking wet..." and right after he slapped again, but this time in your center "Ahhh d-draco" That had felt wonderfully good, you got up from and went to one of the bathtubs, both boys were looking at you recharged in the washes, with those hot and thirsty looks, you could see their hard throbbing cocks, you could even see that the tip of Fred's seemed to be wet from pre-cum, and Draco impeccably trimmed, just as you imagined.

You opened the watering can and water began to flow from it, falling on your body, it felt so good, you took a soap and began to rub your breasts, aware of how the boys saw you while they let out one or another sigh while they touched "You are not coming guys?" You asked looking at them, they exchanged glances and began to approach, Draco was the first to touch, caressing your thigh while passionately kissing you and leaving a couple of bite while Fred, for his part, went a bit further, he positioned himself behind you and began to caress your ass, he went down gently and you began to feel his middle finger opening your folds, and stroking your clit in circles, making you let out soft moans on Draco's lips "Do you like her beautiful? Do you like the way he touches you?" Draco asked, choking you gently, "Uhhum" You responded softly, and as soon as you did, Fred inserted one of his long fingers into you, you let out a groan, and you could feel how behind you Fred was teasing your reaction, he slowly began to move inside you, while the blonde one got on his knees in front of you, which took you by surprise "Kiss her..." Said the redhead to Draco, he obeyed and gave a soft kiss to your clit "Oh..." You groaned in response, Draco stuck his tongue out and ran through your folds and another moan escaped your lips, and he started sucking on your core, damn it felt so good to have you both like this, To have Fred whispering dirty things to your hatred and Draco looking at you through his eyelashes while both took care of giving pleasure only to you, it was a delight, they began to increase the speed of their acts, and your breathing became more and more agitated, you felt so close to the climax "Keep go-going" you said so close "Are you close little whore?" Fred said again in your ear, you weakly nodded and immediately Fred came out of you and Draco stoped his movement.

"What are you guys doing?" You asked a bit annoying "Just kneel love" Said Fred and immediately after having put you on your knees they both took their cocks "Open that cute little mouth of yours" Draco said putting the tip of his cock in front of your mouth, with your hand you took the base of his cock and put it in your mouth, it barely touched your throat and Draco let out a sweet and tired moan, as if I had waited a long time for it, I tangled his fingers in your hair and began to fuck your mouth while you felt how his moans bounced to your center, making you moan in the same way that he was, it was delicious to hear him, He took his cock out of your mouth and with it he gave a couple of strokes on your tongue, and immediately after this you put Fred's cock in your mouth, it was a little bigger, when you put it in this sack a sigh surprised by your quick action, you began to move his head back and forth making moans jump from the redhead's mouth, "You are such a little whore... Oh fuckk" Said Fred in a grunt "You are such a promiscuous Y/L/N" Draco said after Fred, in the same way. Fred took you by the neck and raised you to his lips, giving you a kiss, his hands went down to your thighs and he pulled them up, carrying you, carefully put your legs on his shoulders, leaving your pussy dangerously uncovered on his painful erection, he moved his hips a little and slid into you "Oh you are so hot and wet little bitch" Fred said in a moan as he entered you, he began to give soft lunges when behind you you felt how Draco accommodated his cock in your anus, slowly inserting it, making you moan so hard that not even the Gryffindor festivities would be enough to shut you up, they both began to move harmoniously, it seemed like it was the first thing they agreed on, to fuck you so hard that you couldn't walk, you dropped your head on Draco's shoulder while he was pulling your hair and Fred was choking you, it felt so fucking good, they tried to control your moans but the excitement of the moment and the wild thrusts of both did not allow it, you felt so close, never before had you liked something so much as now, you moaned in a way only found in muggle porn, you felt your thigh muscles tighten "Are you close love? Why don't you come with us little girl?" Those last words from the blond were enough to take you over the edge.

When you finished you felt like Draco and Fred came out in the same way, you will feel like their fluids dripping out of you, you have never felt so satisfied before, they looked at each other and Fred said "Now get in four" you followed his orders, Draco stood in front of you and Fred behind, as soon as they did, you felt like Fred entered your pussy that was still dripping and Draco put his still hard cock in your mouth, they both began to move, each one touching the end of where they were, you felt so full, seeing Draco through your lashes wet from the bath water and watch the drops of water fall on her nipples while she looks at you in such a seductive way, And to feel Fred behind you moaning so deliciously while every once in a while he spanks you and says something dirty, it turned you on so much, and in the same way, again you felt exceptionally close to your orgasm, it seemed that you both got it and went back to going as fast and rough as possible, making you crazy, Again you felt like when leaving your liquids dripping out of you, it was delicious you felt that complete. "You are such a dirty girl ... We will have to punish you more often" Draco said in a whisper, It was the first time you saw both boys in the same room and so close without fighting, and it fascinates you.