#wizard fanfiction

[satin-velvet]

ೃ⁀➷ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝓅𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝒸𝑒 ⋆ ★ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝒾𝓏𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝓍 𝐹!𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 ೃ ( 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝟣 )

summary: you’ve been an apprentice under the great and terrible oz for awhile, trying to read the grimmerie. you’re focus on studying is faltering because of the person you expected least of all: the wizard himself.

note: i realized i had been typing all my stories in lowercase, as i usually do, but i went back and changed it to proper grammar so people are not offput by the all lowercase! part 3 of the other wizard story tonight or tmr! <3 if this plot seems a bit messy, that’s my fault! ill obviously go back and clean it up. just wanted to get something out today.

disclaimer: older man x younger woman, ill add as i go

🕰️ . *. ⋆

Moonlight poured through the large window behind you, the moon half obscured by the green curtains you had covered half the window with. A large stack of textbooks covered most available surface space, pages generously covered with notes and bookmarks. You paced the room back and forth, boots clicking on the hardwood as you mumbled the reading material to yourself in the darkness. Your wand, a beautiful gift from Madam Morrible, was gripped tightly in your free hand as you waved it around slowly. You had lost track of time, and the words were becoming barely legible at this point. Sleep seemed like too much of a luxury, not when you were on the cusp of magical proficiency. You were an all-powerful witch in the making, as so many had assured you.

“Theres great potential in you, dear. You must harness it properly.” Madame Morrible had said to you one evening. Whatever potential you had, it surely was playing hard to get. You’d tap into it soon. You closed the book with a soft thud, setting it on-top of another book near your desk. Using the moonlight for guidance, you made your way to a different stack of books. Dropping to your knees, you squinted as you read the titles on the spines. You needed something on.. well, it was hard to get your thoughts straight when your bed seemed to be calling you..

Shaking your head, you stood slowly, eyes half-lidded. A short trip to the library and back wouldn’t hurt. Then, you’d go straight to sleep. You smiled to yourself, the plan formulating in your head. Trudging your way to your door, you opened it with a light tug and stepped into the vast hallway that looked endless in the darkness. The palace was quite nice in the light, and the view was spectacular from your mini-apartment the wizard had made for you. Even better, it was a short walk from the library, and an even shorter walk from the wizard’s bedroom. He must be asleep, though you weren’t going to check.

Gently shutting your door behind you, you began walking. Your footsteps seemed louder with the echo that followed each step, and the darkness was alot colder than anticipated. The lights had been turned off, only the light streaming in from the window being able to guide you. Your hand found the wall, and you used it to keep you a little more stable. You weren’t sure how far you had gotten, but you were stopped by a familiar voice.

“Uh.. [name], is that you out here?” He asked, sleep evident in his tone.

You stopped walking, your heart skipping. “Yes, it’s me.. I need to go to the library.” You explained, willing your voice to steady. You could see him faintly in the moonlight, dressed in a silky green robe that was tied uncharacteristically loose and exposed a little of his chest. His hair was slightly ruffled, as if he had just woken up. “I need.. a few more books.”

“It’s very late. The library will be there come morning.” He assured, walking towards you.

“I just need to pick up one.. or two books, then I can have all the study materials I need for the morning.” You met him halfway, getting small whiffs of his rich cologne.

With an elegant wave of his hand, he seemed to dismiss your concerns entirely. “You should really get some rest. First thing in the morning, we can go to the library.” He placed a hand on the small of your back, and the touch, while small, still sent a shiver up your spine. There was no harm in waiting until the morning, you rationalized.

“You’ll walk me back to my room?” You muttered softly, allowing him to lead you back down the hall.

“Of course, dear.” He replied. The walk after was silent, but the quiet was more comforting than anything. The studying could wait, you supposed. What felt like seconds later, you were back at your door. Though he had removed his hand, the ghost of his touch still lingered. Perhaps it was the fatigue. Sighing, you looked back at him.

“I’ll be able to read the grimmerie soon, right?” You asked, your voice almost a whisper.

“Very soon. You’re making good.” He responded. The encouragement was nice to hear, but you still had some questions.

“How’d you do it? Did you have to study alot, too?” You didn’t know too much about how he read the grimmerie, but as his trusted apprentice, you figured you should know.

“It just.. came naturally to me. But it doesn’t for everyone.” He answered, almost too quickly. “You, however,” he gently cupped your face, “are almost there. Just be patient.”

You murmured something in agreement, completely distracted by him. Maybe it was the sleep you desperately needed, or how gentle his voice was..

“Now, goodnight. Get some rest.” He said, turning back down the hall. You watched him walk away, until you could barely see him in the darkness and his bedroom door shut behind him. You glanced at your bedroom door, reluctantly opening it and stepping inside. You sat on the edge of your bed, resting your elbows on your knees and resting your head in the palm of your hand. Your face felt warm still, and you sighed. You would feel better immediately after getting some rest, and you couldn’t be exhausted tomorrow if you were going to do more studying. You hastily removed your shoes, pulling back your plush green covers and getting under them. You closed your eyes, taking deep breaths as you willed sleep to come to you.

🕰️ . *. ⋆ part 2 soon!

[outromoony]

Me when the slow burn is slow burning

[tortonin]

love thinking about how wicked is fr just the college au fanfic that made it

[p4perhug]

WADING IN WAIST HIGH WATER

Remus in a nutshell. 🧡

I adoooreee this fic. Seriously. It's lovely.

fic by @colgatebluemintygel

We all know this meme. It just fits him too perfectly, not to draw it...✨

Anyway, I hope you like it. 💌

Instagram: @p4perhug 🧡

#wadinginwaistwater #remuslupin=chaos #siriusissmitten

[veethebeequeen]

Me looking through AO3: ughhh I need to find a fic to read

My 62 open AO3 tabs: 👁️👄👁️

[iloveartinallitsforms]

regulus wakes up on a sunday morning and james is softly kissing his shoulder and he’s still half asleep and he calls james baby and they get up and make breakfast together and feed their cats and go on a walk but regulus makes james carry him on his back halfway through and they go home and lay on the couch and eat ice cream and doze for hours and they live happily ever after amen

[nyxunderwood]

there is no better feeling than converting a complete stranger to your favourite rarepair ship. welcome to a life of suffering and deprivation, my friend. this must be what cult leaders feel like.

[propussyslayer]

Flight attendant: Please make sure all your small items are secured.

Sirius: Do you feel safe, buddy?

Regulus: I will murder you

[not-rab]

this with jily BUT james ends up falling in love with the therapist (*cough* regulus)

[melstinybrain]

james: regulus, do you want to get coffee sometime, maybe?

regulus: uh- ye- yeah!?

james: great! um- after school?

regulus: yeah, after is- wait. you do mean that in a gay way, right?

james: yes, in a gay way.

regulus: full homo?

james: a full homosexual coffee date.

[satin-velvet]

˚ · . 𝒲𝒾𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝒾𝓏𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝓍 𝐹!𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 ( 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝟣 )

summary: distraught after you lose your best friend, elphaba, your intense emotions awaken something new inside you, and Moribble is quick to notice.

note: moribble and oscar are a manipulative duo in this..this was teetering on the edge of wizard x reader x moribble. might change it.. or do some oneshot with it. i just wanted to write an evil oscar and write some moribble. i hope it’s okay. this is only the first part so it’ll pick up and get better as it goes!

disclaimer: older man x younger woman, maybe problematic plot.. idk.. ill take it down if so <3, manipulation, distressed reader, slowburn, evil wizard/moribble

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

The world around you seem to still as Elphaba, your best friend, rode off into the sunset. You felt almost helpless watching her go, wondering if and when she’d come back. You could’ve went with her, you should’ve, but.. you two barely got to say goodbye before the guards attempted to seize you two. Madame Moribble, sensing your plight, rubbed small circles on your back to try and console you. You knew Elphaba was not wicked; she was the farthest from it. The most kind-hearted person you knew. You thought Madame Moribble had known it too, saw how much Elphaba cared for animals and others, even when the world had not been kind to her.

The guards around the roof began to turn back, stepping over the broken glass and scattered debris. Your eyes began to sting, tears pricking the corners. You kept looking at the sky, searching for anything that might be her. You didn’t even know where she was going.. certainly not back to Shiz. You placed a hand over your chest, quietly sniffling. Madame Moribble carefully wrapped her arms around you in a hug, pulling away after a few seconds.

“Wh.. I have to go find her.” You murmured, sadness blanketing your tone. A quiet rattle around you mildly distracted you for a moment, but you ignored it. “This.. this can all be talked out.” The noise became louder.

“Deary..” Moribble began, her voice trailing off as her gaze shifted to something else.

“I’ll talk to her, and convince.. her..” you sobbed, covering your face with your hands. The rattling grew louder, akin to glass tapping on a hard surface. A shattering sound broke through your haze, and you looked up, following Moribble’s gaze behind you at the ground. It was just glass and debris, some destroyed and others intact in smaller pieces. “Wh.. what is it?” You asked, meekly.

“How remarkable.” With a hand on your shoulder, she gave you a soft smile. “It seems I’ve judged you too quickly. Come, we must head back to the palace at once.” Without waiting for your answer, she lead you towards the shattered window as you two stepped through it carefully. You wanted to go home; back to Shiz, where you and Elphaba had met. Things would be okay again, no wicked witch, no emerald city.. you missed when it was just a distant dream you two fantasied about. The reality made your heart ache much more. Tears streamed down your cheeks, blurring your vision and wetting your face. You’d try to wipe the tears away, but the effort was futile. It seemed your sadness couldn’t be wiped away.

The walk seemed longer than it was, each step almost involuntary. By the time you looked up, you two were in a new room completely. Papers had been scattered around the floor, the balcony doors to the side open a crack as if they had been closed in a haste. It was dark, but you could faintly make out the wizard in all the midnight. You noticed there was a maid or two stood near the fireplace, attempting to rouse flames once again. Without electricity, that was all there was to rely on. Moribble left your side to speak with the wizard, their voices hushed as they turned away from you. Your palm brushed your face again, and you crouched down to pick up some of the debris that had scattered, placing it in a neat pile near a corner. The maids, by now, had successfully brought the fire back to life, the timber crackling as golden light caressed the room. You wondered what Moribble had been so distracted by; there was nobody else there, and you hadn’t noticed anything strange.

As you stood idly, the wizard and Moribble had wrapped their conversation up, and walked over to you. Trying to compose yourself, you took a few quick breaths and wiped your face again.

“It’s been such a rough night for you, i’m sure.” Moribble said, her voice pitying. “We couldn’t possibly send you out on your own tonight.”

“Yep. And, uh, there’s a lovely guest room in the palace you can have.” The wizard followed, adjusting the lapels of his suit. “It’s all yours.”

You sniffled, taking in their words. Atleast they could see you were hurting; it was nice of them to offer. You could collect your bearings tonight, then head back to Shiz tomorrow. You wanted to go to sleep, too, and wake up with this all being a dream. Everything would be normal. Just one more night in the Emerald City. “Okay, then..” you acquiesced.

“Wonderful.” The wizard nodded, glancing at Moribble.

Moribble smiled at you, like any other answer would be unacceptable. “You’ll need all the rest you can get. Please, don’t worry about Elphaba.”

“Don’t worry about her at all,” he chimed in, placing a firm hand on your shoulder, “If it’d make you real happy, we’ll find her.. and, you know, get her back here.” There was something a little darker in his tone, but you brushed it off in favor of believing them. Of course they meant no harm, these two wouldn’t hurt Elphaba.

“Please.” You nodded, a small smile gracing your lips. “She’s not wicked.. she just really cares for the animals, she—“

“Let’s get you to bed.” Moribble interrupted, raising a calm hand which instantly silenced you. She placed a hand on the small of your back, walking by your side. The wizard followed, falling into step next to you. You felt grateful they were letting you have a room; you didn’t want to face the Emerald City alone, or do much of anything. Tomorrow, you could head towards the western sky, walking and traveling until you found where Elphaba went too. It was the only way, unless she came back herself. By now, the palace had been dimly lit by candles the staff had placed around. The air was chilly, biting at any exposed skin you had.

The wizard and Moribble were talking to eachother, but you barely registered what they were saying. You hoped the hurt in your heart wouldn’t be forever. Elphaba was out there, and you’d find her, and talk to the wizard about the animals. She didn’t give him a chance to explain himself.. he wasn’t hurting the animals, neither was Madame Moribble. Maybe there was a chance to talk it out.

Before long, you had arrived at a door. Moribble pushed it open, revealing a spacious, but a little empty, bedroom. You three stepped inside, though you were a little more hesitant.

“Dear, if you have anything from Shiz you’d like to be brought here..” Moribble turned to you, ushering you further into the room.

“Oh no, I don’t.. know how long i’ll be here.” You mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest. You moved over to the bed, sitting on the edge.

“Well, it’s always good to prepare ahead.” Moribble replied, glancing at the wizard. “It’s a little dangerous right now with the.. electricity situation.”

He nodded, turning to you. “It’ll be okay. It, uh..shouldn’t be too cold in here, so don’t worry about that. Staying here will be great. Especially when all the lights starts working..” He said, gesturing to the ceiling.

“Would you like a candle?” Moribble smiled, taking your hand in hers and gently patting it. “Extra blankets?”

You thought for a moment. You wanted your best friend back. “About Elphaba—“

“You should get some rest.” He interrupted, “There’ll be plenty of time to.. uh.. talk about her in the morning.”

“Plenty.” Moribble nodded, “Now, deary, just incase, i’ll have some of your clothes brought here.. and some of your study materials.” She listed, letting go of your hand. She turned back to the wizard, continuing the hushed conversation they were having before.

You sighed, listening with impassivity. You figured there was no use in arguing back. Looking behind you at the bed, the fluffed pillows and layered blankets seemed to call to you, promising rest without any of the pain that today brought.

“Goodnight, dear.” Moribble smiled, turning towards the door. The wizard followed, glancing at you one more time before leaving. The door clicked softly as it closed behind them, and the room fell into a quiescence. You stood, kicking off your shoes and pulling the cover back. When you woke up, things would just go back to normal. You’d be at Shiz, Elphaba would wake you up.. she would be okay. You’d both be okay. As you pulled the blankets over your shoulder, you relaxed your body as best you could and allowed the weight to settle over you. The darkness swallowed your surroundings, but it felt much-needed. You didn’t want any reminders of where you were, alone. You blinked quickly, fighting the tears pricking the corners of your eyes. A quiet sob escaped you, and almost immediately you heard a small crack in the nearby window.

You sat up, alarmed. You stared at the window, and it’s cracked surface stared back, as if questioning you on what had happened. There was no way someone threw something at it from this height. You pulled the blankets up to your face, laying back down and closing your eyes. That was tomorrow’s issue; one of many. Things would be fine. Everything would be okay.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ part 2 soon!

[outromoony]

Books: Main characters must follow the plot.

Fanfiction: Okay but what if they went to IKEA and fought over furniture instead?

[ecstarry]

regulus who sends the most normal and natural pics of him throughout the day to james and james just absolutely losing it every single time as if it was the first time he’s seeing regulus

[acry-4-help]

remus: why is the dorm a fucking disaster?!?

sirius: *shrugs* record players broken…

remus: what does that have to do with anything?!

sirius: *unbothered* no music, no cleaning

remus: *starts humming and picking things up*

sirius: *jumps up* oh i know that tune!! 🎶CH-CH-CH-CH-CHANGES!!!🎶 *immediately starts making his bed*

[samantitaswrld]

seventy-six percent

description: your boyfriend hasn’t fucked you in weeks and you’re tired of it, your best friend fred helps you get laid!

paring: theodore nott x fem! reader fred weasley x reader platonic!

contains: smut! 18+, minors dni, mentions of alcohol, sex, p in v

w.c: 1.1k

|an: came up w this idea last night and i luv luv luv it! hope u guys do too.

“cmon, fred, please? it’s been weeks. i’d do it for you, you know?" you’d said to your best friend, fred weasley, during lunch. it has been weeks since your boyfriend last fucked you. you don’t know why or what’s gone wrong. but you were convinced it was some sick game he was playing. he wouldn’t encourage your sexual behaviors, nor initiate anything, and you were fed up.

although, now that you really think about it, it might’ve been your fault, considering the last pillow talk session you and theo had, you told him jokingly that you’d probably last longer than him without sex.

you lied.

you’re growing desperate. you tried to ease the ache in your lower stomach by attempting to please yourself, but it’s not the same; it’s not him. you can’t put up.

“you’re absolutely nuts if you think i’m going to purposefully make theodore nott jealous. do you want me dead? is that what this is?!” fred exclaimed with a hand over his heart, feigning hurt. “you think you know a gal,” he tutted, shaking his head.

you’d pressed your lips into a thin line, reaching into your head to find something that would make fred fold. “i’ll do your homework for a week? two? brew the potions for yours and george’s pranks? "c'mon freddie, be reasonable here.” you’d said with a pout.

“how about covering the cost of my funeral?” he’d deadpanned with a slight smirk. ugh, you’d thought. i guess i’ll have to…

“fine! i’ll do yours and george’s homework for a month so you can work on products. and make sure theo doesn’t do anything rash.” you exclaimed, god, your social life is going to be over, but at least you’ll finally get some dick.

fred’s lips tugged into a wicked grin. "sounds absolutely perfect. see you tonight. pleasure doing business with you, by the way!” he yelled out to you, already walking away, to go grab george and tell him the great news.

you’d sighed, hands holding your head from faceplanting into the hardwood table. it’ll be worth it, you told yourself.

this might, hands down. be the best you’ve ever looked in your life. your low-rise jean mini skirt hugged your hips and thighs perfectly. black long sleeve fitted crop top outlining your breasts and showing just the right amount of stomach, and black knee-high boots covering your calves. you looked to die for.

you do have to admit that you are a little nervous, though. fred and theo are both very unpredictable people. you had just hoped that fred wouldn’t cross the line too much and that theo would do nothing more than drag you up to his dorm and fuck you. considering this is a slytherin party, your chances of this outcome were maybe seventy-six percent?, which is good enough for you!

after overthinking and shuffling through every possible outcome, you finally stepped out of your dorm to meet fred in the common room so you could make your way to the slytherin common room together.

fred took a bow, as if you were queen lizzie herself, and offered you a hand to lead you down the last two steps of the staircase.

“madam?” he’d said in a posh voice, causing you to let out a laugh and take his hand to walk down the last of the steps. as you reached the bottom, he dropped the act and let out a laugh.

“no, but really. you do look good. i’d say there’s a great probability you’re getting laid tonight, with my help especially.” he’d said playfully and nudged you as you both exited the common room together.

“a girl can hope!” you’d whispered, now sneaking around the hallways with him to reach the slytherin common room.

“this is ridiculous!” you whisper-yelled into fred’s ear over the loud music blaring over the common room. you both hadn’t seen theo once tonight, and you and fred have been all over each other all night. getting close, whispering in each other's ears, taking shots together, even dancing together—nothing. the party was now coming to a close, and you still haven’t seen theo.

“i know, you’d think he’d show his face by now, or kick my ass or something" fred responded with his hand placed on the small of your back to get you as close as possible to him, so he could hear you better, of course.

theo had seen everything. he leaned against the wall in front of you covered by dancing bodies. he was alone, smoking cigarette after cigarette, his hand practically crushing the cup full of alcohol he’d had since the party began. he had a sick feeling in his stomach; he couldn’t even try to take a sip of his alcohol; afraid it would give him the courage to stomp over there and beat fred weasley’s ass. he saw everything. the touches, whispers, and dancing. all of it, and now he stood over you, hand on your back, bodies pressed together, whispering into each other's ears over the loud music? that’s enough.

theo stomped his cigarette out, slammed his cup on a nearby table, and made his way over to you and fred.

“you’re coming with me,” he’d said under his breath, grabbing your arm and whisking you away from your friend. shocked, you’d said, and did nothing but let him take you upstairs. you hadn’t even gotten the chance to tell fred bye, but oh well. he’ll be just fine. he did his duty, and you’ll have to do yours too. at least it was a mission accomplished.

“fuck, theo.” you pleaded and moaned against his neck as he pounded into you at a rapid and unforgiving pace, the both of you slick with sweat as you'd been at it for hours.

“you like that? or would you rather have fred’s cock pounding into you like this? huh?” theo growled out as he pulled out, awaiting your response.

“no— no no theo baby please. just you, only you.” you’d babble, hating the feeling of emptiness he’d left you with.

theo plunged his cock back into your wet cunt, continuing his harsh pace and letting out a breathy laugh. “that’s what i thought.”

all you could manage to do was moan and tighten your grip on his shoulders as you both neared your climaxes.

you could feel your brain go absolutely numb as his pace never faltered. you’d managed to breathe out a "theo... im gonna—“

“cum, on my cock, baby.” theo said between thrusts, his own release about to reach a close as his hips began to stutter.

“theo!” you’d screamed out as the tightness in your stomach snapped. the yell of his name that escaped your lips, pushing him over the edge as well.

god, now i have double the homework for a month. was your first post-orgasm thought..worth it. was your last as you drifted off to sleep in theos arms.

[ultravioletbrit]

“celebrate” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 432 words

“James?” Regulus asks nervously.

“Yes, love?”

“Do you… would you… I wanted…” Regulus fumbles over his words.

“Reg?” James puts his hand on Regulus’ bouncing knee and Regulus takes a deep breath.

“I didn’t know if maybe… if you wanted to do something… special on Friday?” Regulus forces the question out, trying not to sound as stupid as he feels.

“Oh…err… sure, if you want.” James looks a little confused. “Any particular reason you want to do something Friday?” James asks, and now Regulus feels really stupid.

This is Regulus’ longest relationship. He’s never made it to six months, and he didn’t know what to expect. Maybe six months isn’t as important as he thought. But it feels important to Regulus, and he just wanted to do a nice dinner or something. But now he feels stupid for even bringing it up.

“Err… no… erm…” Regulus shakes his head and stands up from the couch. “Never mind.” He mumbles and starts to walk away.

James catches his wrist and pulls him back down beside him.

“Hey, no. I just didn’t know if there was a reason you wanted to do something Friday?” James asks again.

“No. It’s stupid. Never mind.” Regulus tries to stand up again but of course, James doesn’t let him get far, pulling him even closer this time.

“We can definitely do something Friday.” James tells him, rubbing circles on the back of Regulus’ hands. “For our anniversary, right?” James asks.

Regulus shrugs pathetically, looking down at his lap. James lifts a hand to Regulus’ chin and tilts his head up.

“I was only curious if there was a reason you wanted to celebrate on Friday, that’s all.” James says sweetly.

“Erm… because it’s our anniversary?” Regulus says, confused because didn’t they just establish that?

“Our anniversary’s on Saturday.” James says simply.

“No. It’s Friday.” Regulus corrects him.

“No. It’s Saturday.” James says with a little chuckle.

“James, you asked me out on the 8th.” Regulus tells him.

“Yeah… but you didn’t say ‘yes’ until the 9th.”

“I… oh.” Is all Regulus can manage to say.

“Now,” James says and pulls Regulus onto his lap. “I have some surprises planned for Saturday, but we can absolutely celebrate on Friday also.”

“No. That’s stupid.” Regulus mumbles as he buries himself in James’ chest, hiding his face that is probably several shades of red.

“Nope. We’re doing it!” James says excitedly. “And I’m disappointed with myself that I didn’t think of it first. So…” James starts talking about what they should do on Friday and Regulus feels so stupidly happy as he cuddles impossibly closer to James.