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wordsarelife · 2 months

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pairing: mattheo riddle x fem!reader

summary: being in love with your best friend might be a bad idea, but drowning your sorrows in alcohol might be your worst one yet

warnings: underage drinking, partying, no usage of y/n, a few suggestive remarks

notes: this is my official entry for the hogmarch challenge of @thatdammchickennugget using prompt 2: “are you speaking parsletongue or am i really that drunk?”

the night was rushing fast away in front of your eyes, easy chatter, at the start of the party, quickly turning into drunken singing and shouting along to the music that was drowning out everything else.

the dim blue light that was shining through the ravenclaw common room did it‘s best to worsen the drunken state many of your classmates were in.

mattheo was sitting on a couch, wearing his usual cool demeanour and being surrounded by his friends. they were known for getting a bit drunk, but never making an embarrassment out of themselves through loud singing or obnoxious dancing.

and normally you were known for sitting right next to them and doing the same.

even though it was dark, you could see mattheo's head turn and his eyes searching the crowd for you. you had excused yourself to get something to drink. that had been over ten minutes ago and you were really debating to just go to bed.

the night had turned out differently than you had expected and you weren't really in the mood to act like it hadn't.

"someone is looking for you" a voice behind you said and you turned around startled.

"harry" you said relieved when you recognized the boy.

it wasn't like the two of you were friends, after all you were coming from vastly different groups, but since a project in astronomy you had become acquaintances, sometimes sharing a few nice words at parties.

"why are you standing here all alone? why aren't you with your friends?"

"why aren't you?" you shot back, making harry quirk an eyebrow.

"well played" he complimented and smiled "i was trying to get away from dean and ginny making out"

"ouch" it wasn't really a well known fact that harry fancied ginny, but you had noticed it right away a few parties ago and he had been able to read you well enough to know that you had known.

"it's alright" he shrugged "i just don't want to sit next to it"

"who would?" you asked sarcastically as you eyes fell on the couple, hungrily making out on the couch, successfully pushing seamus off.

it seemed that a few people felt way too comfortable in the ravenclaw common room.

"oi, it's no fun with these two" seamus complained, sympathetically hitting harry's shoulder on the way to the table with the drinks.

"back to you" harry grinned, seemingly uncomfortable with talking about his secret crush on ginny weasley more than necessary "why are you avoiding riddle? i thought you two were the best of friends"

"i'm not avoiding him" you said defensively, taking a big gulp from the vodka in your cup to prevent yourself from saying any more.

harry took a moment to study your facial expression, before he sighed in a tone that almost made you tear up "oh"

"no" you shook your head "no 'oh', stop looking at me like that, potter"

harry laughed dryly "too late" he shrugged "so, being the best of friends is your actual problem, huh?"

you didn't answer his question, but took another sip from the cup. immediately regretting it.

harry cringed "if you continue drinking at that rate you won't be able to speak a coherent sentence in a few minutes"

"maybe i don't want to speak coherent sentences anymore"

"so we're already at the point of drowning our sorrows in alcohol?" he raised his cup and took a sip "no, you're right, it doesn't look like you're unluckily in love with riddle at all"

you sighed "okay, fine, you're obviously smarter than you look" you rolled your eyes.

"well, ouch" harry said offended, but you could see a hint of mischief in his eyes. "am i allowed to join your little club of self-pity?"

"sure" you nodded "the more the merrier i guess"

"there's no better way to spend a party than drown yourself in self-pity with the girl you're kind of on good terms with"

"yeah, totally" you grinned "but i think if we continue talking at that rate we will be able to call each other friends in an hour"

"deal" harry laughed, before he grabbed the bottle of vodka on the table behind you, filling both your own and his cup back up. he put the bottle back and held his cup in your direction "to unrequited love" he said dramatically.

you grimaced, but raised your cup to clink against his. "to unrequited love" you toasted "and unexpected friendships" you added.

"yeah that too" he smiled before you both took a big sip from your cups.

"vodka is fucking disgusting" you complained and harry nodded, making a face that would allow the assumption that he had been thinking the same thing.

"at least it does the trick"

you and harry spend the next hour recklessly sipping vodka, while you were telling each other ridiculous stories. the vodka had a quicker effect than either of you had thought, making the both of you dance and refer to each other as friends sooner than you had predicted.

just as 'dancing queen' began to play and you were twirling on the dancefloor, did you notice the empty spot on the couch occupied by your friends. there was only one of them missing. before it could really register in your brain who exactly was missing, a voice rang out next to you.

"make room, potter" you and harry both turned around, looking surprised at the arrival of mattheo riddle.

"matty" you laughed after the few seconds it had taken you to recognize your best friend.

mattheo's arm darted to the side, catching you before you could fall to the ground. you had made the attempt to hug him, missing his body by a few feet. you had been closer to hugging cormac mclaggen who was standing off to the side.

"there you are" mattheo noted, gently taking your cup out of your hand, sniffing the contents and grimacing at the strong sent of vodka, mixed with a bit of orange juice.

"do you want some?" you slurred, grinning up at the boy, who's arm was still holding you steady.

"how many of these has she had?" mattheo asked harry, thinking he would be a little less wasted than you.

"like thirty-four thousand?" harry answered before him and you broke into simultaneous laughter.

"had to have been a lot" mattheo muttered, noticing the way you were laughing with the chosen one, gripping his arm, like you were old friends.

he let go of you, taking harry's cup as well, emptying the both into the bucket under the table with the drinks. he came back right in time to witness you saying goodbye to harry with a dramatic hug, kissing both his cheeks and lastly his forehead.

"yeah, that's enough" mattheo said, dragging your body back against his when he noticed you going in to plant more kisses on harry's face. he looked bad enough, the red lipstick you were wearing leaving marks all over his face.

harry smiled before he waved at you and turned around, stumbling through the crowd of students probably in search of his redheaded best friend.

mattheo rolled his eyes. "you're absolutely wasted, darling"

you turned around to look at him and unconsciously bring a bit of space between the both of you "is it that obvious?" you asked.

mattheo watched with a smirk, how you tried to balance yourself out, to just be able to stand. your arm ended up stabilizing your own hip and you almost fell full on to the side, when you moved your leg.

"not really" mattheo grinned "come on, baby" he softly gripped your waist on either side, guiding you in the direction of your friends. you closed your eyes, leaning your head against his shoulder, letting him walk you through the room willingly.

"have i ever told you how gorgeous you are?"

"i am?" he asked laughing.

"so gorgeous that it hurts"

"you're flattering me" he smiled, nudging your arm. "but maybe you should concentrate more on walking in the right direction"

he was right. it was taking you way too long to cross the room, thanks to your inability to still walk in a straight line, even with his help.

"hey" mattheo greeted, making the eyes of his friends turn on him. "i'm bringing her to bed"

"already?" enzo asked skeptically, checking his watch "it's only two a.m."

"hey guys!" you greeted when your eyes snapped open. you bend forward, plastering a kiss onto enzo’s cheek. "how the party you doing? good? good!" you smiled, nodding as your eyes fell closed, as you leaned back onto mattheo again.

"what?" theo laughed at your slurred words that had not made the slightest bit of sense.

"yeah, i get it now" enzo nodded understandingly, trying to rub your lipstick off his cheek.

"she's only been gone for an hour" blaise said unbelievingly "how did she get that drunk?"

"she's had approximately like more than a thousand vodka-o's according to potter" mattheo chuckled.

"potter?" draco repeated disgustingly "what has she been doing with potter?"

"harry and i are best friends" you gushed, giving draco an angry look. he rolled his eyes in annoyance, but without questioning your answer.

"let's not get ahead of ourselves, love" mattheo argued, a bit of jealousy in his voice.

"you don't have to be jealous" you softly touched his cheek "you know i love you more than anyone, honey"

blaise let out a loud whistling noise "seems likes she's your girl after all, riddle"

"oh shut up" mattheo said at the same time as you said "of course"

"better bring her to bed now" theo advised and you could feel mattheo nod next to you.

"i'll be back in a few minutes" mattheo promised, as he softly turned you around to be able to walk you in the direction of the door.

"no he won't" you slurred, turning your head in the direction your friends, gripping mattheo's neck and winking at them.

enzo hollored and theo laughed, while blaise repeated the whisteling.

"cheers to that" even draco was amused about you, as he raised his cup in your direction.

"i'll be back" mattheo assured again, pushing you forward.

"no you won't" theo shook his head, smirking as he watched his friend roll his eyes and gently guide you through the crowd.

"how about a shot of tequila?" you suggested to mattheo, perfectly awake again. there was no hint of the tiredness that had consumed your body only a few minutes ago.

maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the sound of a familiar voice indicating the beginning of the song 'whatta man' by salt-n-pepa, which was now booming through the boxes.

"no, no more alcohol" mattheo shook his head, suddenly being the kind of responsible he had never seen himself to become.

"oh my god!" you gushed when you finally reconized the song "that's my favorite song! let us dance, matty!"

he was distracted by two hufflepuff boys almost running into him, when you saw the perfect opportunity to escape his hold. stupidly enough, that was the only thing you could see, as you had promptly gotten lost in the crowd of people.

mattheo was at your side only a second after, making you realize that you had in fact just turned around, without moving more than a feet away from him.

"if you don't come with me on your own accord, i'll have to carry you" mattheo warned.

you giggled, clasping your hands around his biceps "let us dance" you pleaded, completely ignoring what he had said.

mattheo furrowed his eyebrows, still waiting for you to reply to what he had said, but you were busy watching a few ravenclaws and hufflepuffs downing shots. "or we could down some shots" you mumbled.

mattheo took that as answer enough, clasping one of his hands around your forearm and the other around your leg, as he bend down to throw you over his shoulder.

"matty" you protested, as he began to walk you out of the common room. you gave up arguing and continued to sing along to the chorus of 'whatta man' as mattheo walked you both through the crowd of people.

as soon as the door to the ravenclaw common room fell close behind the two of you, you slumped down on mattheo's shoulder, the tiredness hitting you immediately.

"do you want to walk on your own now, baby?" mattheo asked, but he could feel you shake your head. "can you use you words?" he was growing a bit concerned at your sudden mood shift, trying to make sure that you were still somewhat alright.

"no" you pouted "i don't want to use my words"

"you just did"

"i never let a man tell me what to do" you slurred and mattheo had to chuckle.

"clearly" he muttered under his breath.

he walked through the halls of the castle quickly, making sure that you wouldn't be discovered by one of the teachers. you would probably kill him if one of them saw you like this. you never really got that drunk often, so it was on mattheo to make sure that no one found out about it now.

he should've searched for you immediately after you hadn't come back. he shouldn't have waited an hour. but he was scared of annoying you. you were always together and he had taken your absence as a sign for you needing some space.

if he could, he would follow you around all the time, preferably holding your hand while doing so. maybe in another universe you would want him to do that.

"when are we there?" you asked, your hand wandering across his shoulder, before it finally found it's place in his hair, gripping it tightly.

"any second now" mattheo was trying to make sure not to shake your body too much, as he quickly walked down the steps to the dungeon. he wouldn't want you to throw up. "do you feel sick, sweetheart?"

"no" you muttered "i just want to sleep"

"i know, i know" mattheo patted the back of your leg "we're almost at the door"

he hadn't lied. it only took a few more seconds, before he whispered the password and the door to the slytherin common room opened, revealing the familiar green lighting as he walked you both inside. he crossed the room, climbing the stairs to your dorm.

he took his time to set you down on your bed, making sure that no quick movement could make you feel uncomfortable. he unfolded your blanket, spreading it across your body.

he was ready to leave the room, before you called him back.

"matty" you cried and he perked up, walking back to the bed. you threw the blanket to the side dramatically, revealing your trousers and shirt. "i can't sleep like this"

"oh" mattheo said dumbfounded "do you want me to take them off?" he asked slowly, gripping the waistband of your trousers.

"are you speaking parsletongue or am i really that drunk?" you giggled at the joke with your eyes still closed.

"you're really that drunk" mattheo answered, rolling his eyes at your unseriousness "and it's not funny"

"it's a bit funny" you opened your eyes and giggled at his facial expression "why are you so serious, matty?"

"i should've kept an eye on you" he answered "you don't like to be drunk"

"i can make my own decisions" you argued, crossing your arms.

"obviously" mattheo nodded "should i take them off?" he repeated his question from earlier, but the tone of his voice made you sober up immediately, well at least a bit.

"are you really angry at me right now?" you asked surprised.

"i had to leave the party to bring you to bed"

"that's not the reason you're angry" you said, knowing him well enough to see through his lie.

"okay, fine" he sat down on the bed and you sat up, drawing your knees to your chest and hugging them with your arms. "maybe i'm a bit angry that you would rather spend your evening getting drunk with potter than speaking to me"

"matty"

"no, it's fine" he shook his head "i shouldn't be angry about how you choose to spend your time. goodnight" he stood up from the bed, walking to the door quickly, so voice rang out before he was able to twist the doorknob.

"can you please just stay?" you asked and he turned around in surprise.

"what?"

"maybe i chose to spend time with harry, but i'm choosing to spend the night with you. isn't that more important?"

"that's not how it works"

"okay, fine" you said, tired of arguing "do you want to know the truth? spending time with you is super hard while i'm madly in love with you" even though you were a bit more sober than before, he could still recognize the drunkness in your voice, especially because you were never that bold.

"madly in love with me, huh?" mattheo repeated surprised, his signature smirk immediately replacing the frown on his face.

“it’s embarrassing, i know” you buried your face in your hands, hiding your rosy cheeks from his eyes. he softly took your hands in his, freeing your face of them.

"don't hide from me" he smiled "and it’s not embarrassing, because the truth is, that i'm madly in love with you too"

you smiled up at him. “can you kiss me then?” he smiled at your question, but shook his head.

“no more kisses tonight” he muttered, softly stroking your hair “we can do that tomorrow, as often as you want to, when you’re sober again”

“okay” you nodded.

he gently helped you to exchange your trousers for pyjama bottoms, before he took of his shirt and climbed into bed next to you. you cuddled close to his chest, your hair tickling him whenever you moved.

"blaise was right" you said finally "i'm your girl after all"

"you always were" mattheo whispered back, softly kissing your forehead, before the both of you fell asleep, holding onto each other.

#mattheo x you #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x reader #matty riddle #benjamin wadsworth #hogmarch challenge #slytherin group #slytherin boys #slytherin boys x reader #slytherin #hogwarts #hogwarts houses #ravenclaw #gorgeous #taylor swift #reputation #reputation tv

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demieyesore · 7 months

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You - Theodore Nott

Currently listening to Hollywood undead while I write this fanfic, anyways I’m a big whore (unfortunately) and I see that currently my poll is around the same votes for Mattheo and Theo…so this one will be for Theo (since my first fanfic was for Mattheo) and then my next fanfic after this one will be Mattheo x Reader x Theo bc I absolutely love men and poly relationships‼️

Summary - Theo notices someone being too handsy with GN!Reader in class and gets possessive

Warnings / Mentions - Reader is not in a specific house, no use of Y/n, kind of strangers to lovers? Reader is friends with the golden trio, Harry is the one being touchy, Possessive!Theo, Yandere!Theo, Stalker!Theo (but doesn’t really mention anything creepy except claiming the Reader)

I am willing to make a smutty part two of this if anyone wants it and I hope y’all recognize what I’m loosely referencing in this fic at the end LOL

Requested - No

POV - 1st person

Word Count - 1979

I fiddle with my tie, trying to re-adjust the cloth as it hangs loosely around my neck. I had originally loosened it because it had gotten really hot in the class room but that can be expected when you’re working on potions from time to time.

Harry was assigned to be my potions partner. Ron and Hermione were sat next to us as we read off all the needed ingredients.

Harry begins listing the items while counting them on his fingers in 3s. Once he’s mesmerized part of the ingredients, his eyes drift towards me. His eyebrow quirks up when he sees me struggling with my tie.

Immediately he forgets the stuff we need as he reaches over to my tie, gently removing my hands from the area as he re-adjusts it for me. A small blush forms on my face at how close he has gotten. I can very easily see his scar up close and how his glasses are settled on his nose.

Has he always been this pretty?

As if on command, his hands drop from my tie. I look down at his hands and back up as he gives me a cute but awkward looking smile.

The kind of smile you give someone when you realize just how close you are before moving away.

Harry stands and goes to grab the ingredients.

Hermione smiles at me with a grin that just screams, “I told you he liked you.”

I roll my eyes at her, watching as Ron fucks up something in their potion, causing his eyes to go wide. Hermione’s attention is redirected as she hits the back of his head, pushing him over to fix whatever he’s done.

As I wait for Harry, I look around the room. Some people are already done with their potions, some are restarting. And by restarting, I mean that Seamus’ is covered with dust and his hair is everywhere.

Well now I know why it’s so hot in here.

My eyes wander next to him to see the next table of students. At this table, Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott are sitting and just talking.

Looks like they’ve finished their potion.

I realize that Theo is looking at me and quickly look away.

I’ve talked to him a few times before but I really tried to stay away from his friend group. Except Enzo and Blaise, they’re really the only two I get along with well.

Being friends with the golden trio is nice but that just means that Draco’s friend group bitches about it all the damn time.

Harry walks back over, holding a tray in one hand with everything we need. He stands behind me, placing his free hand on my shoulder as he leans over me in order to place the tray on the table.

My eyes widen as a reaction at the touch. It’s not necessarily a touch that most people would think about however, I wasn’t used to people being physical with me.

#TouchStarved, I think to myself before cracking a smile at my own humor.

Theo and Blaise’s table is right behind where Hermione and Ron are sitting so I furrow my eyebrows when I see Theo staring directly at me still.

Ah shit he looks pissed.

I avoid eye contact with him because we all know that a mad Slytherin really isn’t someone you want to be around. Although I can’t help but wonder if he’s pissed at me for something. I never talk to his friends though so there shouldn’t be any problem.

I brush it off as Harry begins speaking.

“Alright. Um- could you hand me that knife?” I nod at his question, grabbing the blade next to me and handing it to him. He nods in appreciation.

Soon enough the potion is done and was a great success. Harry and I were really happy with how it turned out since this would be very important for our grade.

Harry and I smiled at each other and raised our arms, celebrating the victory. Harry’s hands make contact with mine in a double high five. At this I smile even bigger, entwining our hands before he pulls away.

We begin laughing as Ron groans, upset with how his potion was turning out. Hermione rolled her eyes before grinning at the Potter boy and I.

Harry had the greatest idea of standing up from his stool and pulling me to stand with him. Our hands were still locked as he began to make me dance with him. At first we were doing the waltz that we were taught for the Yule ball but after he spinned me, I came back to him and instead of having our hands together, he settled for placing his hands on my hips.

He began using his hands to guide my hips in a very different dance than the waltz.

My hands were around his neck as my hips swayed from the pressure of his hands. And honestly if we were at a party this would seem extremely sexual, but since it’s just Harry and I, it’s platonic fun.

Although it definitely brought yet another blush to my face, but I was like 100% sure that Harry didn’t like me. I think he’s just a very physical person when he becomes close with people.

The Professor looks over at us, staring us down as we both laugh before scrambling away from each other. Rushing to sit down before we got yelled at.

Once the Professor looks away, a note flies over and hits Harry in the glasses. He picks up the note with his eyebrows tensed in confusion. We both look over from where it came from and it was definitely from Theodore Nott.

The only way I could be sure is when I saw him motion for Harry to read the note.

I watch as Harry reads over the words. Clearly becoming more and more confused, stealing glances between me and the note.

“What is it? What’s it say?” I vocalize, inquisitively.

He shakes his head as if he were clearing an echa sketch. But instead of a drawing, he was clearing his thoughts.

“Ah- um- it’s nothing really.” Harry stutters, licking his bottom lip. Which I’ve become aware is one of his nervous signals.

His eyes connect with Theodore, who in return stares back. His stare is clearly more frightening since he has what I like to call “dead eyes”.

Those eyes are absolutely gorgeous but when the light fades from them when he’s pissed, it’s the most terrifying thing.

I make eye contact with Hermione, having a conversation with just our eyes. Asking about what’s happening seeing as the two boys look like they’re holding back to urge to jump the tables and punch each other in the face.

Granger shrugs.

I quickly try to gain control of the situation again by calling the brunettes name. “Harry?”

“Hm?” Instead of breaking eye contact with Nott, he just makes a hum of acknowledgment.

“What’s wrong? What did the note say?” I whisper to him, trying to cover our chat from Theodore.

Potter doesn’t make an effort to say anything, instead he throws the note in front of me to read. I pick up the note and begin reading from left to right.

“Back off from what I’ve been trying to claim.” Is the only sentence written on the piece of parchment.

My mouth drops open in surprise, my mind immediately drawing the dots together like Stiles does in teen wolf.

Man he’s a smart character. But also really stupid.

I get off track with my thinking, refocusing on the important thing at hand.

But honestly, I don’t care all that much. Is that a bad thing?

Now that I know why they’re both death glaring at each other, I can only feel my stomach erupt into butterflies.

I crumple up the note, trying to be sly as I slip it into my pocket but I see as Harry’s jaw clenches and Theo now has a shit eating grin on his face.

It lasts for a couple more seconds before Potter breaks eye contact first, scoffing at the Slytherin. Harry stands abruptly and turns to leave the classroom. Ron following after him as I hear the ginger exclaim, “Bloody hell mate!”

Hermione and I look at each other again, an expression on our faces that is making it very evident that we both thought that was attractive.

Like oh my god, two guys getting jealous and possessive over me.

Perhaps it is wrong to find it attractive but I love feeling wanted.

Class soon ends after that, Harry and Ron never returning back for anything. Hermione is left to pick up after them while I exit the class. Hermione agreed to cleaning up, knowing that my next class is basically across the school and with all the moving staircases and students. It’s just torture to arrive on time.

I walk as swiftly as I can, dodging people and walking between random people in order to reach my destination.

But before I reach my class, a hand is promptly placed on my upper back. I look over my shoulder to see Theodore standing tall over me. His hand still resting on the small of my back, showing his possessive and dominant side. Practically towering over me as he guides me over to a private area.

Which happened to be a janitor’s closet. He opened the door and gently but still roughly shoved me inside. He steps in after me, clicking the lock.

I was about to speak up but he cut me off.

“I want to make you mine.” He said with a completely straight face as he put it bluntly. His voice low and deep as he kept eye contact with me.

I froze with my eyes wide as a small smirk formed on his lips.

“What? Cats got your tongue, Amore Mio”

Oh okay that got me a little bit.

I feel a small wave of attraction wash over me, something so intense for just a moment it could visually be seen in my eyes.

“Oh oh ohhhh, you like it when I speak Italian don’t you, Dolcezza?” He inquires, his eyes searching my face for some kind of a reaction as a smile grows on him.

And the answer to that question is 1000% yes but why would I admit that???

Unfortunately my body betrays me as I swallow anxiously, giving him the flustered response he was hoping for.

He could literally be calling me a cunt in Italian and I wouldn’t know except based on his tone but I would still find it attractive.

His captivating eyes look down at my lips as he closes the space between us. He slowly looks back up into my eyes as he gets on his knees in front of me.

Oh I like that too.

Theo grabs my arm gently, placing a kiss on my inner wrist as he still keeps eye contact.

My stomach flips and I shuffle a little closer to him.

“Can I kiss you?” He questions, and holy shit I swear to god if he doesn’t look away I will because his eyes are literally hypnotic.

I nod but it’s not enough for him. His eyes are trained on me, pulling me down to be level with his height.

“Words.” Is all he says. Yet it’s such a powerful thing for me to hear right now.

“Yes, yes you can kiss me.” My face heats up, I turn my head away from him out of embarrassment. But he just grabs my face with his hands, aligning the kiss.

He hovers over my lips for a moment,

“If I wasn’t about to kiss you, I would’ve beat Harry bloody for the way he touched you.”

And just like that, our lips meet.

#slytherin boys #theo nott x y/n #theo nott x you #theodore nott x you #theo nott x reader #theodore nott x reader #yandere theodore nott #theodore nott #harry potter #possessive #stalker #yandere #lorenzo zurzolo

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elliebyrrdwrites · 1 month

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The Heist pt. 6

You can read it from the beginning, here.

A New Addition

Draco, along with the three other wizards in the room, froze as a swath of red hair preceded the voice of Ginny Weasley. As she entered Draco’s study behind her husband.

“Hello, boys.”

“I thought I said I drew the line at Weasley!” Theo practically bellowed.

Draco quirked a brow at him. “I thought you had been referring to her brother.”

“I was, but you get one and you end up with the lot of them!”

“That’s not a thing. Besides, she’s a Potter.” Harry protested on behalf of his wife who huffed out a laugh.

“It’s sort of a thing.” Ginny Weasley swayed into the room like she owned it. Draco recalled her being rather confident, in comparison to her older brother. But this was a woman who not only exuded confidence, but looked utterly un-phased by Theo's ranting.

“What are you doing here, Aunt Ginny?” Teddy, who looked rather nervous, asked as he slid the guards lanyard behind his back.

Ginny strode over to the couch and set herself down, propping her feet upon the coffee table and announced, “I want in.”

Draco, of course, grinned broadly at her husband. But Theo managed to choke on his saliva as he struggled and failed to dignify the witch with a response.

“She figured out that I was up to something.”

“How?” Seamus asked as he fist bumped Ginny before setting himself across from her on one of the arm chairs.

“Well, first off all, Hermione dropped by the other day and insisted she speak to him in private. I always know that whenever she can’t speak to him in front of me, it has to do with naughty wizards.” She sucked through her teeth. “Secondly, I found Ron covering for him at work.”

“Weasley is covering for you?” Seamus raised a brow.

“Yeah,” Harry shrugged. “Who else can I trust to cover for me?”

“Not Weasley!” Theo growled.

“Ron wont give me away, Nott. Calm down. He knows about mine and Grangers schemes to get the some of the human traffickers caught.”

“Don’t you play Quidditch?” Draco asked, as he searched his drawers for something to munch on.

“Not anymore.” She drawled. “I work with Fred at the Joke Shop.”

“Oh, just what we needed. How fruitful your experience is to us. How useful you will be—”

“Exactly.” Ginny cut him off, casually and completely ignoring his sarcasm. “I’m glad you see it my way. Besides,” She sighed. “I’m bored.”

“Bored?!”

Draco shrugged, because well, he could relate. He had tried to retire from this life and worked part time for the Ministry as an auditor. But, half the time, he felt like stuffing his head into a carousel, just so he could have something more entertaining to do.

Theo opened his mouth to protest but paused and looked over at Harry. “Where is Granger?”

He shrugged and slid onto the couch beside his wife, who promptly moved her feet to his lap, instead. “I thought she was with you lot.”

“She was.” Theo squinted his eyes, briefly, then shook his head. As if to dispel his mind of any ill thoughts.

“Ginny,” Draco began. “You can help Potter set up a meeting with Astoria Greengrass.”

“Alright.” She didn’t ask anything except for, “Under what pretext?”

“To discuss the ongoing work of incorporating the normalcy of Muggle ways into the Wizarding world. Such as,” He gestured toward the two of them. “Cell phones.”

“Speaking of which. We should probably get some.” Harry tossed in. “Burner phones, anyway.”

“Why would we want to burn phones?” Theo scoffed.

“I’ve burned phones before. They sort of explode with enough heat applied.” Seamus nodded enthusiastically.

“Not —” Harry pinched his brow and sighed. “Nevermind. Just ask Hermione, will you?”

Draco agreed with Harry. Cell phones, though he had not much experience with them, seemed terribly convenient.

“If you had to guess,” Theo mused. “Where would you say Granger is?” He glanced at the old grandfather clock Draco had acquired from an antique shop many, many jobs ago.

“Probably doing something sneaky.” Ginny snorted and Harry chuckled. Theo frowned deeply as he played with an hour glass on Draco’s shelves.

Draco was on the verge of asking Ginny a question about the meeting when the aroma of garlic and onion began to waft through the door.

Just before Granger rounded the corner and held up two bags of Chinese take out.

Draco nearly groaned at the sight of it and the smells. Instead, he grinned broadly at her as she smirked across the room at him.

“Just lovely.” Draco directed at Theo who scowled at him.

“Where have you been?” Theo rounded on the witch who frowned up at him as she handed him a bag.

She took her wand from her pocket and quickly transfigured an old wooden cigar box into a dining table, and then added several chairs transfigured out of random items from Draco’s study, such as pens and decorative rocks.

“Hi, Gin!” Granger greeted her friend with absolutely no surprise at finding her presence.

“Hey ‘Mione!” Ginny called from her spot on the couch.

“I got Dinner, Theo.” Granger said to him.

He settled into a chair and frowned at her, clearly disbelieving her.

“Well,” She sighed and gestured to the seat at the head of the table for Draco before settling into one directly across from Theo. “I did make one extra stop.”

“Oh, did you?” Theo leaned back in his chair and watched as she unpacked takeout container after takeout container.

“I did.” She looked rather pleased with herself, causing Draco to smile at her as her twinkling eyes met his.

“And?”

“Well,” She bit her lower lip and reached into that little charmed purse of hers.

When she withdrew her hand, she held up a long, slender piece of ivory.

“Is that walrus ivory?” Draco asked, impressed.

“It is!” She handed it to him as he settled at the table.

Harry, Seamus, Teddy and Ginny all joined and began to pick through the food.

“You want to make a replica.” Draco murmured, nodding as he turned the piece over.

“I do.” She grabbed a pair of chopsticks and tucked into a box of chow mien.

“And where did you happen to come up on a tusk of a walrus?”

Granger shrugged and took a bite of noodles. “I stopped by Cormac’s.”

Theo made a gagging noise while Harry and Ginny cringed.

“I knew it.”

“McLaggen?” Seamus’ nose crinkled in disgust.

“Yes, he owed me a favor.”

Draco decided that while it was amusing to watch the lot of them degrade McLaggen, he didn’t appreciate the flustered look on Granger’s face as she tried to avoid all of the disapproving looks from her friends.

“I found out whose blood was used for the ward on The Wand,” Draco broke into the tension as he pinched a piece of salt and pepper chicken.

“You did?” Granger’s discomfort immediately vanished. “Who?”

“Astoria Greengrass.”

Theo choked on his noodles and Granger glanced at him before tilting her head. “How odd. How did you find out?”

“Well,” He poked around the paper container a bit before setting it down. “I saw her at the museum talking with the curator and after a bit of research I found that she is, indeed, the one who donated the item from a personal collection of art she has been building over the years.”

“Oh, well, how do we get some of her blood?”

“That’s where the meeting with the Potters comes in.” He nodded to the couple who nodded in agreement.

“Okay.” Granger’s mouth pulled to one side. Her little forehead furrowed as she thought about it. “How is Harry and Ginny supposed to get her to give them blood.”

“Why don’t you meet with her?” Theo asked to which Draco chuckled at.

“You know Tori hates me.”

“Yes, but, when she inevitably slaps you and cuts herself on your rings as you lift a hand in defense, then we can get some of her blood. Deal done.”

“Why does Astoria Greenhouse hate you so much?” Granger leaned her elbows onto the table, eager eyes taking in the exchange between him and Theo.

“Because he left her at the alter.”

Ginny and Granger gasped, affronted. Granger leaned back in her seat and gaped at him.

“Why?” She finally asked.

Draco swiped the chow mien from where she had placed it and took a bite. When he swallowed, he frowned at her and shrugged.

“Oh, I think I remember that, now!” Ginny nodded emphatically. “Of course, I don’t remember any article saying that you ditched out on her.” She grimaced while simultaneously piercing Draco with a disapproving look.

“It doesn’t matter.” Granger shook her head, as if sensing the same discomfort in him as she felt when interrogated about McLaggen. “What matters is that Draco cannot be the one to get her blood, so it’ll have to be you two.”

Theo nodded. “And it’ll have to be creative.”

Teddy raised a hand, lazily as he reached over for an eggroll. “How does one get blood, creatively?”

Everyone around the table fell quiet as they ate.

“We could stab-” Seamus began.

“No.” Ginny cut him off.

“We could stupefy her.” Teddy shrugged. “Take her blood then obliviate her.”

Draco robbed at his jaw with a chuckle.

“Or,” Granger’s eyes were moving back and forth, looking between everyone around the table and doing some sort of mental calculation in her head.

“We could ask her.”

Theo laughed once. “Why didn’t we think of that, already?”

But Granger shook her head, undeterred. “She’s interested in the Muggles in some way, is she not? I mean, she’s donated a a piece of history to a muggle museum.”

Draco nodded. “She did. She has pushed her family to accept and embrace Muggles and things like Science and Art.”

Granger’s eyes lit up. “Exactly!”

“What are you saying?” Theo leaned forward, pressing his own elbows into the table.

“We could have Ginny and Harry pretend to be involved in some sort of Muggle foundation meant to study the link between the two. We can also tell her that it is meant to help the Wizarding world advance in Magic and Science, save lives or some rubbish like that.”

“Okay,” Harry nodded. “But in the Muggle world, there are specialist that take blood. We’re not Phlebotomists.”

She nodded. “A few of us can act like members of the foundation.”

“So we need to arrange a meeting with her to discuss it, first.” Ginny held up her chopsticks.

“Tomorrow.” Draco nodded.

“We’ll need Polyjuice potion.”

Draco nodded to Theo. “That’s not a problem. We have plenty.”

Granger leaned back in her seat. “This foundation needs to look real.”

Draco nodded and began to dig into his Salt and Pepper chicken with a renewed enthusiasm. “It will be real.” He smiled at her as he chewed.

“You mean Zabini?”

He nodded and Theo chuckled. “Zabini is going to help us screw over Greengrass. This is going to be interesting.”

“It’s going to be brilliant.” Teddy whooped and tossed an eggroll into his mouth. “Please tell me that I get to go.”

Harry and Ginny began to protest but it was Draco who appraised the kid and nodded. “What else can you morph into?”

“I could morph into a dog if it meant you’d let me play a bigger role.”

Draco laughed and glanced over at Granger who looked slightly concerned for the kid. Then at Theo who was grinning broadly at Teddy Lupin.

“This can work.” Theo nodded before settling his excited stare onto Draco.

Both men looked to Granger and watched as she fought the twitch of her lips, the fight against the smile that pushed to be seen once they settled their own onto her.

She sighed. “We’re going to need books on Phlebotomy, Teddy.” She glanced over at Draco’s clock. “The library should be open for another hour. We can make it if we hurry, now.”

Draco nodded, appreciatively, and winked at Granger.

He wasn’t sure if a slight blush had crept into her cheeks, or if it was a trick of the lighting.

"Oh," Theo perked up, suddenly recalling something. "While you're out, Granger, will you get us some of those burning phones?"

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master-john-uk · 6 hours

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I think Irish Wolfhounds are wonderful dogs. Gentle, loyal, intelligent and a bit sensitive. I admit to admiration for handsome Seamus and was disappointed we didn't see more of him during the coronation. Apparently I wasn't alone. I heard some requests to the BBC while the coronation was ongoing to get more views of Seamus!

Irish Wolfhounds are generally calm and placid. Unlike many other breeds of dog they are not naturally "protective" of their territory, and rarely show aggression towards other dogs, or people. They are extremely intelligent, and relatively easy to train. Also, they often have individual personality quirks.

But, they are very large and powerful creatures, and have a strong natural hunting instinct.

Simply their size means that they may not be an ideal pet for the average family home. Like many working dogs, if they are left alone for too long they can become bored... and destructive.

Seamus, Regimental Mascot of the Irish Guards (Official name Turlough Mor) joined the British Army when he was six months old in 2020. He was described as being the size of a small horse then. While he loved his army life, he found it difficult to understand why soldiers wearing funny hats, and banging drums kept following him around. And when he took part in his first official parade, he was disappointed that he wasn't allowed to go and say hello to the people watching!

At the beginning of 2022, there were concerns that Seamus would not be ready to participate in The Queen's Platinum Jubilee celebrations. So one night at the barracks, I had a quiet word in his very hairy ear. He promised me to be a good boy... and he kept his word. He played his part in Trooping The Colour 2022, although he was a little restless at Horse Guards.

In May 2023 Seamus led the troops into Buckingham Palace to salute The King, following the Coronation ceremony. Although I saw this on security cameras, I was disappointed that he did not feature on worldwide television broadcasts.

And here is Seamus... proudly wearing his Coronation Medal!

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allzelemonz · 1 year

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Rat meets Rat: Micah Bell X Male Reader

Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘boy’, ‘man’, and ‘son’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Violence, Language, References to sex Warnings: Micah Bell is his own warning, O’Driscoll reader, kidnapping, torture, threats of gelding, beating, blood, implied sexual manipulation, mentions of hanging Summary: You would consider yourself to be relatively loyal to your gang, the O’Driscolls. After being captured by the rival Van Der Lindes, you are left to wonder how much loyalty is worth compared to your life. Part 1, Part 2

A war. That’s what Tommy called it when he sent you out. A war with the Van Der Linde gang, be extra careful he said. Seamus did not heed that warning. Your horses are tired of running and they’re gaining on you. A man in a blue shirt, the other in a leather jacket. Dutch was there too, at the train, but now it’s just these two chasing you and Seamus to the ends of the Earth. In the distance there are lights and smudges of blue, the law is ahead and the enemy is behind. Before you can direct your horse to follow Seamus as he turns, they get spooked. The gunshots get too close and they buck until you fall to the ground. Your heavy breaths make your face hot as they pool under your bandana. You can hear your horse run off as two stop near you.

“We should leave him to the law, Morgan.” One of the Van Der Linde boys says. “He ain’t worth the trouble.”

You feel the pain spread from your back and the stabbing feeling goes all the way to your fingers and toes. Landing flat on your back was not pleasant.

“Ya never know.” The other man says, followed by a thump that you guess is him dismounting from his horse. “He might lead us to Colm.”

When he reaches out to tie your hands you fight back, pulling him to the ground with you, but you freeze when you catch sight of the other man. His features, like yours, are hidden by a bandana but you can see the coldness in his eyes past the gun he aims at your head. You slowly raise your hands in the air, surrendering.

“Damn O’Driscoll.” The other man mutters, standing.

You stare at the Van Der Linde with the gun as his friend ties your hands. He has longer blond hair that peeks out of a white hat and eyes that cut through the air. In the distance, it sounds like the law has moved on, probably chasing Seamus. When your hands are tied the man moves on to your ankles, patting you down for weapons along the way. He takes what he finds, guns, knives, money, everything. Then he hoists you over his shoulder and throws you on the back of his horse.

“He’s more trouble than he’s worth, Morgan.” The other man says.

“Dutch wants Colm.” ‘Morgan’ says. “We’ll do what we can ta get him.”

They ride off. All you see is the horse and the ground, none of which is familiar in the slightest. The pace of the horse hits your stomach in a way that nearly makes you sick. The mask on your face, pushing the hot breath against you, doesn’t help either. By the time the ride stops, you’re dizzy, nauseous, and exhausted. You’re pulled off the horse in a haze and the only thing that comes into focus is your boss’s sworn enemy.

Dutch Van Der Linde is taller than you remember. You’ve only ever seen him at a distance. He is tall, dressed about as formally as Colm usually is. In the dark he looks like a menacing demon. Exactly the way Colm describes him.

“Catch a snake, Arthur?” He asks the man in the blue shirt.

“One a’ those that was at the train.” Arthur says. “His buddy got away.”

“One’ll do.” Dutch says, stepping closer.

He reaches up and pulls your mask down, revealing your face. Dutch quirks an eyebrow as he looks you over.

“I am sure I’ve seen you before, son.” Dutch says, then he snaps his fingers and pulls something out of his pocket. “This you?”

He holds the paper in front of your eyes, your own likeness staring back at you. Your name is printed at the top and the bounty is set at five-hundred dollars, alive. Your details list you as an O’Driscoll, last seen near Strawberry. You can’t help the very readable expression that covers your face.

Dutch laughs. “I think it is. You are one desired man, for an O’Driscoll.”

“You won’t get anything from me.”

“Oh, but I will, son.” Dutch leans in close to your face. “You will tell me where I can find Colm or I will gladly watch the law hang you.”

“Even if I wanted to tell you, Mister Van Der Linde.” You smile. “I have no idea where Colm is. Most of us don’t on the given day.”

“I’m sure you have somethin’ useful to share.” Dutch says. “You just need a little help rememberin’ it.”

You stare him down. You have been an O’Driscoll for a while now. You’ve met with Colm a few times. You have heard nothing but bad things about the man. So when he forms a smug smirk on his face you spit at him. He recoils as Arthur pulls you back.

“At least he’s got some spirit.” The man with the white hat chuckles.

Dutch rebounds, wiping the spit off of his face. He glares at you for a moment, meeting your eyes that glare straight back at him. Then he punches you, hard. Arthur’s hold on your arms is the only thing that keeps you standing. The pain settles in your jaw as you’re made to stand upright again.

“That behavior simply will not do, son.” Dutch sighs. “Arthur, Micah, tie this young man over by the trees. We will have a long conversation with him later.”

The man with the white hat, Micah, joins Arthur in dragging you to the trees on the outskirts of their camp. They wrap the rope around the tree and over your torso to keep you in place. When they leave you lean back, letting your head rest against the tree as you catch your breath. There is no chance of Tommy sending for you, Seamus probably told him you’re dead. The pain picks through you like needles as you stand there, unable to move. Eventually you fall asleep, only from pure exhaustion.

A cold sensation overtakes you and you gasp as you wake up. You blink the water out of your eyes to see three men in front of you. The one holding the bucket is darker skinned, wearing a blue jacket. On his left is a man with a heavy beard who looks far too excited and to the right is the white hat man, Micah. You shake the water off as best you can and cough from the little that went down your throat.

“Good mornin’, O’Driscoll.” The man with the beard sneers. “Nice night?”

You settle your breathing from the coughs and look him in the eye. “Fuck you.”

He puts a hand to his chest. “I am deeply hurt.”

Micah steps forward with a knife in hand, pressing it to your throat and making you stand upright and still.

“Where is Colm O’Driscoll?” The bearded man asks.

“No idea.” You shake your head slightly, skin pressing a bit against the blade.

Micah presses it more into your skin, the sharp edge drawing a trickle of blood. “Ya sure about that, cowpoke?”

“Even if I knew, Colm would do worse for telling.”

Micah pulls his knife away, replacing it on his belt before punching you in the gut. You cough at the action, feeling the pain root in your stomach as Micah backs away to make room for the bearded man.

“Beat him good, Bill.” Micah says. “Dutch wants answers.”

The bearded man, Bill, looms over you as you try to catch your breath. He grabs a fistfull of your hair, forcing you to stand upright, and lands another blow to your gut. He does this again and again until you spit out blood.

“Wanna tell us where Colm is now?” The man that threw the water asks.

“I don’t think he’s there yet, Javier.” Bill says. “I think I’ll get the geldin’ tongs.”

You breathe through the mouthful of blood, shaking your head as much as you can with Bill holding your hair. You know what gelding is, you’ve seen people tortured that way. “I don’t know anything.”

You spit up another round of blood when Bill punches you again. “I didn’t ask you a question yet, O’Driscoll.”

“Now, now, boys.” Micah steps forward, pushing Bill aside. “Let’s let him talk.”

With Bill not holding your head you can stand up and lean back against the tree. You breathe heavily for a second, spitting out the excess blood. “I don’t work for Colm, not directly.”

“Then who do ya work for?” Bill asks.

“Not telling you that either.” You smile, trying to ignore the pain. “I’m not a rat.”

Micah hums, resting his hands on his gun belt. “Allright, Mister Williamson.”

Bill is gone before Micah finishes the sentence, rushing off to get his favorite torture device. Javier follows behind him.

Micah leans in close. “If I was you, I’d talk, cowpoke.”

You breathe heavily as you talk. “I’m not a rat.”

“You ain’t gonna be a man either.” Micah sneers. “Not after this.”

“Mister Bell!”

Micah turns around to face Dutch as he approaches. “Boss?”

“I just saw Mister Williamson with that wild look in his eye.” Dutch says, stopping in front of you and looking at your state. “I told him to hold off for now.”

“He ain’t talkin’, Dutch.” Micah says, an edge to his voice.

“He will.” Dutch sighs. “Colm is a cold bastard, no one is that loyal to him.”

You chuckle. “You don’t know us too well, Mister Van Der Linde.”

“You’re willing to die for him, son?”

You nod. “I die loyal or I die a traitor. I’d rather suffer and know I never talked.”

Dutch looks between you and Micah before sighing. “Then I suppose you’ll hang, son. Ain’t a thing I can do about it.”

“Fuck you, Van Der Linde.”

Dutch sighs. “Micah, if you would take this young man down to Strawberry, we’ll have a hangin’ to attend soon.”

“Sure thing, boss.”

Micah cuts you loose as Dutch walks away, stopping to break the news to Bill. You fall forward onto the ground, clutching your bruised stomach. You groan as Micah pulls your arms and legs so he can hogtie you. He picks you up and carries you to his horse, throwing you on.

“Long ride to Strawberry, cowpoke.” He says, mounting his horse. “Best get comfortable.”

From the camp you were at with your fellow O’Driscolls, Strawberry is nearly a day’s ride. You know the train spot where you ran into the Van Der Lindes was farther west and their camp must be closer to that, so it will be a long ride indeed. You try to focus on something other than the pain as the bouncing of the gallop hits your bruised stomach. These are some of the last moments of your life.

The sun sets and Micah only seems to stop for the horses sake as he mutters reassurances to him. He pulls you off, letting you drop to the ground so he can access his saddle bag and set up a small camp. You sit a few feet from his horse, watching him closely. Your clothes have dried from the water that woke you up by now, but your blood stains your skin and the bandana around your neck. You’ve looked worse, O’Driscolls have done much worse. The Van Der Lindes seem like nothing compared to your gang. The things they’ve done pale in comparison to what you’ve done on orders from Tommy or Colm. Now that you’ve had the time to think, you don’t particularly want to die for those men.

“How long have you been with them?” You ask.

Micah has settled by the fire, sharpening his knife. “Ain’t none a’ your business, O’Driscoll.”

You sigh. “I could tell you where Tommy is, Colm’s lieutenant, that’s all I got.”

Micah chuckles, dragging his knife over the sharpener. “Thought you was a loyal little dog.”

“I’ve had time to think.” You say. “I stay with the O’Driscolls because I know what happens to rats and defectors. That’s why most stay.”

“And?”

“Dutch isn’t as bad as Colm says.” You huff. “Colm would’ve castrated me, taken fingers, and hung me himself.”

Micah sighs, putting his knife and sharpener away. “You want somthin’ in return, cowpoke?”

“My life.” You nod. “And a chance to work for Dutch.”

“You think Dutch would take in an O’Driscoll?” Micah sneers.

“I think he wants whatever information he can get on Colm.” You sigh. “And I will happily give it, so long as I’m out of his reach.”

Micah takes slow strides towards you. “It ain’t like you can lead us ta Colm. You ain’t worth much.”

You lick your lips, still tasting the blood as you think of what more you could offer. “I’m not above groveling, Mister. Whatever I gotta do, I’ll do it.”

“That so?” Micah asks, kneeling in front of you.

You can see the look in his eyes. A small price to pay for life, life away from what Colm might do to you for simply being caught, let alone the consequences for talking. “Yes.”

He shakes his finger up and down, tilting his head off to the side slightly. “Hows about a little respect, hmm?”

You grit your teeth. “Yes, sir.”

He chuckles darkly. “Good boy. Very well trained.”

You bite your tongue, keeping yourself from saying what you want.

“Now.” Micah muses. “We can go back ta camp and ya can tell Dutch everything ya know.”

You nod.

“And then I’ll make sure ya stick around. You become a useful gun for Dutch and the gang and you will repay me however I ask.” Micah trails his finger along your cheek. “Ya understand, O’Driscoll?”

You bite your tongue again, forcing the right words out of your mouth. “Yes, sir.”

“I know ya ain’t gonna be tied up forever.” He says. “If ya go back on our little deal, I’ll kill ya myself.”

You nod. “I understand, sir.”

Micah takes his knife out again and cuts your bindings, trusting you not to run on the simple fact that he has guns and you do not. You might be able to wrestle them from him, but that would leave you with nothing. The O’Driscolls would name you a rat no matter what, you have nowhere to go. Micah isn’t so much of a bad option.

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #micah bell #red dead redemption x reader #red dead redemption x male reader #micah bell x reader #micah bell x male reader #x reader #x male reader

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gracilissart · 1 year

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HORROR OC - Seraphina Shaw

well! I finally got around to making a proper ref sheet for seraphina. now I need to redo that of seamus 🤕 all info is below the cut!

be warned: this reference sheet contains discussion of prolonged torture and sexual violence, so if these topics are triggering or upsetting to you I advise you not to read further. additionally; this is a horror character. I don't condone her actions nor do I share my OCs' views. my work is created to horrify and disturb. please do not glamorise my horror OCs' actions.

GENERAL

name: seraphina shaw alias: N/A nickname(s): sera gender: female (trans, mtf) pronouns: she/her

age: 24 (agelocked), 41 (actual age) date of birth: 7 november, 1981 date of death: 13 september, 2006 location of birth: glasgow, scotland location of death: glasgow, scotland cause of death: two gunshots in the back

race: white ethnicity: scottish species: human (formerly), entity (current) sexual orientation: pansexual relationship status: single. seraphina claims to be ‘above’ romance

MURDER: METHOD AND CLASSIFICATION

seraphina shaw is a demonic entity primarily known for her knack for prolonged torture, which in most (but not all) cases leads to death. all harm inflicted upon her victims is done within a torture room she herself has set up.

seraphina has no particular type in mind when picking victims out, but they most often are individuals in the range of 18-25. they can be older, but are never younger. within the captive time, the victim will endure physical, psychological and sexual torture. oftentimes, the victim either succumbs to their attained injuries or due to neglect.

notably, seraphina keeps track of how long she has kept her victims in what would be angel numbers if it weren’t for her victims not making it past double digits. these would include days 11, 22, 33, etc… while the anguish caused does make seraphina stronger, what she does is purely with the goal of satisfying her whimful desires, and the primary reason for it all is for her own enjoyment.

while she has amassed plenty of tools to her disposal, her go-to weapon remains a blade that, while closely resembling a flat-ended carving knife, appears to be several inches longer than the average blade of that category. a gun does the trick if necessary too, though.

PERSONALITY

loud, crass, hedonistic. all words that describe seraphina accurately. she is the kind of woman who puts her own needs first before thinking of anybody else (if she does at all). such attitude would normally not pass, but seraphina carries herself with enough swagger and is charismatic enough to often get away with her often ludicrous endeavours.

she can be alarmingly easy to get along with, her natural charisma and flirtatious personality making her less desirable traits appear more like manageable quirks at first.

seraphina has a notable disdain for authority and deeply dislikes being told what to do. tell her to do one thing and she will do the opposite purely to spite you. paired with this rebellious nature is her urge for excessive, lethal indulgence; sex, booze, drugs, murder. little is off limits in her books, and her inappropriate behaviour could nearly equate to insanity. however, seraphina thinks clearly, is self aware and instead simply does not care for her amorality or its consequences.

despite her seemingly outgoing personality, seraphina is surprisingly closed off. while amiable on a surface level, getting to know her on a more personal level is incredibly difficult due to her refusal to speak of her past, or to open up emotionally. this is due to a lot of her zaniness heavily being played up and exaggerated, nearly as a character of sorts. in reality, she is rather dry and especially terminally bored with a lot of things. this leads to a negative feedback loop in which she continues to edge towards further extremes just to keep herself engaged.

APPEARANCE

from head to toe, seraphina strives to exude one thing, and that is sex appeal. she wouldn’t actually have to do much, as her appearance already is quite striking: albinism renders her chin-length hair a near-white blonde and her skin as pale as can be. her eyes are a lilac colour, the hue taking up the entirety of her eyes, leaving no distinguishment between sclera, iris or pupil (a feature inherent to entities).

much taller than average, she stands at 6’3”, and her height can often vary depending on the high heeled boots she wears. while appearing feminine, dainty would be the wrong word to describe her. being robust in build, however, does not subtract from her grace, instead serving to embolden her boisterous demeanour.

choices of clothing either fall under the following: leather or latex, and the tighter-fit, the better. contrasting her complexion, she most often wears black, but isn’t afraid to wear a splash of colour (the colour of choice often being purple, which matches her eyes, or red). despite seemingly dressing to impress, there still seems to be a modicum of practicality to some of her outfit choices. enough space in her clothes to conceal a weapon, heels often sturdy enough to be able to run in. most importantly: she exudes an intimidating aura.

a notable feature is her symmetrical back tattoo, which covers up the pair of gunshot scars on her back. it is done in a cyber-sigil style and depicts a spine with a pair of wings on each shoulder blade.

RELATIONSHIPS

in life:

unknown

in hell:

seamus wrynn (© me lol) - the man seraphina died to. despite all the events that have happened between them previously, they both seem alarmingly unbothered by their history and instead are friends. seamus claims that she was one of his ‘favourite’ helpers.

julius doherty (© @sanityisforlosers) - the demon seraphina is a proxy to. the two of them appear to get along quite well.

killian lynch (© @sanityisforlosers) - fellow proxy. the two get along disturbingly well due to their somewhat similar personalities, and there appears to be some modicum of mutual respect between the two.

kelly duffy (© @sanityisforlosers) - fellow proxy. despite past seamus-related incidents, they seem to get on just fine and feed into each other's chaotic behaviour.

BACKGROUND

having grown up in poverty-stricken glasgow in the 90’s, life was destined to be rough for seraphina. being born in a run-down neighbourhood and surrounded by heroin exposed her to hardship early on, and it played a big part in the way she is today. she was a troublemaker from the start, frequently getting into physical altercation and consuming substances at a relatively young age.

having realised that something wasn’t quite right in her teenage years, she still suppressed feelings of gender incongruence both out of denial and a fear of being fully expelled from her social circles.

at 19, she eventually came out and started living her truth as a trans woman, effectively leading to her being cut off from everybody she knew. due to her consumerist tendencies and severe addiction to gambling, seraphina got into pretty bad debt and lives in a financially precarious position.

desperate for money, she took up a rather suspiciously well-paying offer in which she was required to assist in unspecified photography. this later turned out to be help with seamus wrynn’s latest snuff-adjacent project. initially horrified, she considered opting out. however, much to her initial horror, money ended up not being the only thing that enticed her into staying. as she was beginning to enjoy this more and more, her behaviour became increasingly more out of line and more difficult for seamus to manage. now inconvenienced, seamus killed seraphina by shooting her twice in the back after she attempted to sexually assault him.

due to unclear reasons (presumably because seamus considered her to be one of his favourite ‘assistants’), seraphina was brought back from the dead as an undead entity and now is a proxy to julius the dressmaker.

MISCELLANEOUS

🌟 seraphina has albinism. as a human, she struggled quite a bit due to the condition and a lack of general accommodation. as a demon, however, the drawbacks of her condition are rendered null.

🌟 upon being brought back from the dead, julius assisted seraphina with her medical transition, being the one to give her gender affirming surgery.

🌟 seraphina was initially intended to be written as a cis woman. however, upon examining her involvement with seamus and the events leading up to it, I sniffed out a metaphor for queer self-discovery (although under very dark circumstances).

🌟 her name was initially supposed to be seraphine. however, it was changed to seraphina because it flowed more nicely with her surname

🌟 she wasn’t actually supposed to be a standalone horror character at first. her initial role was to serve as a protagonist for one of the stories planned for seamus, but I grew attached to her quite quickly and found that she had more potential.

#not spam tagging this time bc i cba and it feels illegal lol #horror oc #creepypasta oc #hellcrew oc #creepypasta #creepypasta art #seraphina shaw #my ocs #horror #ref sheet #reference sheet #oc ref sheet #oc art

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Of Blood and Oil - Chapter 4

Summary: The little stray cat had brought salvation to the robotic inhabitants of the Walled City in their darkest hour, now it was time for them to return the favour.

(Takes place after the events of Stray, so there will be spoilers!)

Start from the beginning here!

Also available to read on AO3!

Enjoy!

Guardian had been the one to stay by the little one’s side that night. He had urged the others into getting some rest after the harrowing events they had endured that day. Especially B-12, as he needed extra maintenance and a few updates just to keep himself online. He refused, of course, but the threat of shutting down completely again was enough to get him to begrudgingly comply, though not without the promise of at least being close by to his friend.

His wish was granted, and as he powered down in Doc’s lab, the rest had taken to their respective apartments, with Clementine crashing at Momo’s while Doc and Seamus opted to escort Grandma back; no doubt she had convinced them to stay.

A soft trill snapped Guardian out of his thoughts, his head swivelling to the source of the noise. One of the cats—the white one—stretched out and licked his brother’s head before dropping down from the couch to cautiously approach the robot.

He merely observed, making no move as to not startle the creature while he sniffed him.

The feline made a strange expression then; his mouth hanging open for a few seconds before he promptly left to scratch some nearby carpet.

‘What on earth was that all about?’ Guardian wondered.

He liked to think that he was more in touch with nature than the rest of the Companions. Unlike the others, he had taken the time to go further out into the wilds to explore them and take in their awe-inspiring beauty; from the shrill chirps of the tiny, colourful creatures that darted through the skies to the grandeur of the huge trees that loomed over them all.

The Outside was so wildly wonderful, and he wanted to learn all about it. Even the strange quirks of the creatures that called it home.

Another cat seemed to take her brother’s cue and strolled over to join him. The pair groomed and greeted each other before making their way over to the door, scratching at it and yowling to be let out.

“Where are you going?” Guardian couldn’t help but ask as he got up, hesitantly putting a hand on the door knob.

They stared at him blankly as they waited, the black cat mewing at him as if to tell him to hurry up.

He frowned. On one hand he couldn’t keep them trapped here against their will. On the other, he was afraid they would just leave and never come back, which would stress out their friend—and in turn—the other Outsiders.

His hand dropped.

This seemed to anger them as the pair of them started yowling louder and circled around his feet, threatening to awaken the orange cat from his slumber.

That couldn’t happen; he needed to rest if he was to recover fully.

“Alright, fine,” Guardian conceded, but not before walking to the couch to grab his staff. “But I will escort you to wherever you need to go, unless you would like to end up like your sibling.”

Satisfied when there was no protest, he checked over the ginger tabby to make sure he was comfortable—luckily the calico seemed content to stay by his side—before finally opening the door.

Guardian wasn’t prepared for the sheer speed of these creatures as they darted out the door and made a beeline for the exit. Thankfully, years of martial arts training permitted him to keep up with them, but only just.

A short sprint and elevator ride brought them to their location: the Outside. The cats made their way through the slumbering camp and into the maws of the forest. Guardian had never walked through it during the dawn of a new day, and it was quite the spectacle to behold.

It seemed to be the dominion of the feathered ones as they sang in a unionised chorus, their voices echoing through the whispers of the wind as they rustled the leaves of the trees around them. There was something so other-worldly about it; an old earth rekindled as the daylight unwrapped the hues of the world.

It was truly magical, but they weren’t here to admire the sights and sounds.

Wait, why were they here?

His answer came in the form of a dead feathered one that one of the cats carried in their jaws.

Ah.

Guardian had forgotten about the organics need for constant sustenance. And the fact that it had to come from other organics just seemed...tragic. Doc had touched on it briefly, about how some organics could rely on plants for their nutrition, while others relied on flesh.

It reminded him of the Zurks.

He shook his head. No. These were complex, beautiful animals that had a lot of love and intelligence to share, not mindless pests that devoured anything that so much as looked at them funny. Besides, there was a delicate balance to nature; one that required all creatures to play their part. There couldn’t be one without the other.

So, if his friend needed organic flesh to survive, then so be it.

While the cats hunted, Guardian gathered a few Valerian flowers and Golden-seal roots to assist with the little outsider’s healing. He had tried showing it to one of the others who had taken an interest in what he was doing, who then promptly gagged and walked away.

'Rude.'

A faint rustling nearby caught Guardian’s attention, and he swiftly set down his ingredients and picked up his staff, taking slow and steady steps towards the source. Ignoring it wasn’t wise, and running away would trigger a hunt if this was a predator, and there was no way he was risking the little ones’ safety out here.

Crouching into the bushes, he parted the leaves to reveal a pack of dogs. The very same that had been prowling the outskirts of the city the other day.

And judging by the infected eye and bloodied jaws on one of them, the ones who had nearly killed his friend.

A strange sort of sharpness jabbed up from Guardian’s core and threatened to burst free from his chest. It startled him. Was he scared? No, he couldn’t have been; he had learned to master his fear years ago. So, what was this...emotion that boiled inside of him?

The red hue of his screen made him realise: anger.

He was furious . That these horrible beasts that had mauled his and the Companions’ very dear friend were just sitting there lounging around like they hadn’t done anything. There was a raw, primal urge to just charge at them and swing wildly. To shout and scream at them for inflicting such pain and agony on not just the little one, but all of the Companions.

A loud squeal was the only thing that stopped him from pouncing.

There was something small crawling near the injured dog, upon closer inspection there were a few, actually. They were barely bigger than her paws, and were awkwardly crawling along the ground with their eyes screwed shut and whining at her for something.

She obeyed them immediately, laying down and exposing her belly to them, to which they latched onto immediately.

Guardian’s eyes widened; those were her children.

They...seemed to be feeding off of her. Gaining nourishment. And in order to provide that to them...

The robot glanced down to the black cat that had lingered to his side, a dead mouse in her jaws. Her emerald eyes held no malice as she watched them, no hissing or yowling; no urge to get revenge for what they had done to her sibling.

She merely walked off with her prey. Feeling ashamed, Guardian followed.

xxx

The orange cat was awake by the time they returned, and unfortunately seemed desperate to get off the couch to greet them.

“Ah! No, you stay there,” Guardian coaxed, rushing over and gently easing him back down into a lying position. “You mustn’t move so much; you could undo all of Doc and Grandma’s hard work. We wouldn’t want that now, would we?”

He was answered with a deafening, drawn-out yowl.

‘Oh goodness.’

Mercifully, he was silenced with the promise of a meal that was unceremoniously plopped down in front of him by his siblings, which he greedily started to tear into.

Guardian smiled at the sight. It was so relieving to see the feline growing so rapidly in strength. The others would be overjoyed too, whenever they awoke.

Doc probably less so, given the mess that was being made on his couch.

Guardian got to smashing and mixing the herbs he had gathered in the forest into a sort of paste, stirring them in with a touch of water before presenting the medicine to the feline when he had finished his meal.

Dabbing his mechanical finger in, he offered a small dollop of the green goop to the cat.

“Here, this will make you feel better.”

Curious, he reached his head over to sniff and—like his sibling had done before him—gagged and turned his nose up at it.

“Oh, come on, it’s not that bad.”

The tabby stared at him, flicking his tail.

“These herbs will help you heal.”

A slow blink.

“Please?”

Determined to have the final say in the matter, the cat lifted his leg and started to groom himself down below.

Guardian would have been offended if he wasn’t so impressed with the flexibility that was being displayed in front of him. Glancing around, he noticed the other cats were in similar positions as they licked their fur, the barbed hooks on their tongues acting as a sort of brush.

An idea popped into his RAM.

“Alright then,” Guardian finally conceded, putting the medicine away. “If you will not accept my gift, then perhaps there are other ways we can accelerate your recovery.”

This seemed to catch the feline’s attention as his head snapped up with an inquisitive “Mrreh?” while Guardian started getting things ready by setting a large rug onto the floor and fiddling with the radio until he settled on a channel that had the closest thing to relaxing music.

“Now,” Guardian started, kneeling down in front of the couch. “In ancient times, Martial Yoga was the discipline of Vedic warriors, and to this day aspects of warrior nature remain in yoga practice, both on the physical and spiritual level.”

Though the cat couldn’t understand him, he seemed to be paying particular attention to what Guardian was saying. His olive eyes trained on him and his head bobbing to the side every now and then as the robot explained.

“You’re at the earliest stage of recovery, so you mustn’t overexert yourself,” Guardian held up a finger as if he were gently explaining rules to a child. “But a little bit of exercise should do you a world of good, yes?”

The orange tabby sniffed his finger and started licking it.

“Alright then.”

Keeping a mental note to wash his hand as he knew where that tongue had just been, Guardian gingerly wrapped his arms around the feline—taking care not to touch the area wrapped in bandages—and placed him onto the carpet before lowering himself down into a downward dog position.

“Now, we’ll start off with something easy, and seeing as you’re already on four legs, you’ve got the first position down,” Guardian said, checking to see if the cat was still listening. Satisfied that he was, he continued.

“Now, lift your right arm off the mat and kick your left leg out to the right to hover, then return to your original position.”

Despite having rusted, mechanical joints, Guardian performed the action as elegantly and fluidly as any human would have done in the past. He prided himself in his ability to overcome the limitations of his physical body, he only wished the others—like Momo—would do the same. Hunting Zurks would be a lot easier if he had more able-bodied allies.

Turning his head to the cat, he nodded.

“Go on.”

Mewing, the cat lifted his paw.

“The wrong side but okay, good start.”

Deciding that was enough, Guardian was treated to a barrage of trilling and head-butting as his friend walked up to him—still in the downward dog position—and weaved between his arms and legs before leaping up onto his back.

“I—hey! I told you not to overexert yourself!” Guardian chastised with an angry face. “Now please, get down from there!”

He felt soft paws walking up and down his back before settling into a sitting down position, one leg kicking up as he started grooming himself once again.

‘What cheek!’

“I will not tell you again!” Guardian warned, trying to reach his hand behind his back to—as gently as he could manage—ease the cat down.

He wouldn’t budge, instead opting to tuck his legs in as he settled himself down, much to the robot’s impending distress.

“You’re not coming down, are you?”

The other cats started to take an interest in what was going on and joined their sibling in his takeover of the yoga session, bumping their heads and flanks against him, attacking his shawl and being generally all-around nuisances before he finally admitted defeat and laid face-down on the ground, letting them walk all over him—figuratively and physically.

Despite all of that, Guardian couldn’t find it in himself to get mad at them.

Even after such a tragic event, these animals were rolling around and playing without a care in the world. There was no lingering malice or sadness, no hate for the ones who inflicted such pain on them. They were just happy to get their friend back.

And so was he.

“Compromise,” Guardian offered, earning the attention of his feline captives. “How about we try something else? I think you’ll like this.”

xxx

Doc and Seamus were the first to return. Leaving his son to reveal if their efforts had been enough, the scientist went to call on the others, muttering something about Schrodinger's cat. With a shaky sigh, Seamus expected the worst when he opened the door to the apartment, only to be welcomed to quite a peculiar sight.

Guardian was sitting in the middle of the room with his legs crossed and the orange cat curled up in his lap, the other three splayed out in other parts of the room like the couch, the shelves and the table. A strange smoky mist wisping from small sticks that were dotted about the apartment and swirled gently around the room.

If Seamus could breathe, he would have been choking. But the cats seemed completely entranced.

“Ah, hello Seamus,” Guardian greeted, opening his eyes as sunlight streamed through the open door. The cat shifted a little in his lap, looking less than pleased at the sudden intrusion.

“Uh...hi,” Seamus managed back with an awkward wave. “What’s...?”

“Our friend here needed some calming down,” Guardian answered, easing the agitated tabby with long, smooth strokes along his back; it seemed to work as a soft purr started to emanate from him.

“So, he’s—?!”

Guardian nodded. “Alive and well.”

Seamus’s screen lit up with an ecstatic expression—quite a rare sight—as he practically threw himself down next to Guardian to look over the furry bundle in his lap, warping into a heart when he was greeted with a happy trill.

“Oh, that’s amazing! I knew you could pull through, little one!” Seamus exclaimed, reaching out to pet him behind the ears. “Wait until the others find out!”

“Find out what?”

Both robots looked up to see Momo and Clementine come through the door, followed by Doc. Momo was the first to notice them and—like Seamus—nearly tripped up as he clumsily flew to Guardian’s other side.

“Look who’s still in the land of the living!” Momo cooed as he tickled the little cat’s chin, nearly squealing when he was rewarded with loud, needy purring. “Who’s a brave wittle boy? It’s you! Yes, you are~”

Ignoring the completely bewildered looks from the others, he gestured to Clementine, who was standing back with her arms crossed and a fond smile gracing her monitor.

“Come over and say hi!”

“I don’t want to crowd him...”

“We already are and he loves it! Come on!” The robot pleaded.

Rolling her eyes, she walked over and shuffled in between Momo and Seamus, using the back of her hand to gently stroke a single, outstretched paw.

“I’m really glad you’re alive,” she said.

The cat responded in kind by licking her hand.

“What Clementine means to say is she woves you to the moon and back!” Momo continued his baby-talk, not even caring about the murderous look being directed at him. “Yes, she does~ Ow!”

A whack upside the head was enough to shut him up as Doc shooed them all away to check the cat’s vitals, nodding in satisfaction when everything came up normal before addressing the others.

“Now, I know we’re all happy that our very dear friend has made it through the night but that’s not to say he’s fighting fit just yet. For the next few days, we’ll all have to keep a very close eye on him, make sure he’s consuming well, getting enough rest, not to mention getting those stitches out...”

He trailed off, a nervous tone lingering in his voice, but he snapped himself out of it before anyone noticed.

“And! Do not let him touch the wound; it will get infected. He may try to take the stitches out himself but with a constant change of gauze, that hopefully shouldn’t be a problem. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m sure B-12 will be wanting to see him.”

Pausing at the couch to gaze at the small animal remains smeared on his couch with a question mark, the scientist shook his head.

“I’m not even going to ask.”

Watching as Doc made his way into the lab, Guardian savoured his last fleeting moments with the cat before he would inevitably have to leave. It was a shame but alas, the city wasn’t going to guard itself. And his friends were here now to take over, he was going to be well looked after during these next few days; it was the least he deserved, given all that he had done for them.

“Did you hear that, little one? You’re going to be just fine.”

Looking up with those big bright eyes of his, his friend slowly blinked at him before burrowing his head further into Guardian’s lap, twisting his body and stretching out his legs as he settled once more for a nice, long nap.

‘Oh, little one. If only you knew.’

xxx

Chapter 5 --->

#stray #stray game #stray guardian #stray momo #stray seamus #stray doc #stray clementine #fanfiction #my writing

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agena87 · 1 year

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Let's make a little detour at the new home of the Wagner-Black (reminder, Seamus Black is Agena's cousin who raised her). Well, outside the apartment, where little Denebola (aka Dene or Bobo) discovered TWO quirks in a couple of minutes. As soon as Seamus finished reading the book the toddler asked them to read, she kicked them in the tibia; probably because she wasn't happy the story was finished.

#ts4 #ts4 legacy #sims 4 legacy #not so legacy: the mézières de l'échelle saint paulin #ts4 gameplay #sims 4 gameplay #oc: seamus black #oc: karl wagner #oc: denebola wagner black

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hinumay · 1 year

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-noncanon OC- Sargeant Seamus Farman is the sargeant in charge of the Whitestone Pale Guard trainees, theyre probably the most absurd member of the Guard, oftentimes subject to eccentric funny fits of rage, or it may seem to be but theyre the best sargeant Jarett Howarth has seen. they like burnt bacon and oddly enough prefers tea than ale.. he doesnt drink wine often also so... most of his quirks are done in a sober manner xD

#digital art #character art #digital aritst #art #dnd #commisions open #critical role #digital commisions #original character #drawing commissions open

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stairnaheireann · 1 year

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#OTD in 1920 – Catholic priest, Father Michael Griffin was killed.

Fr Griffin would have been known to the Crown Forces, as a known republican sympathiser. On the night of 8 September 1920, he was called out to attend Seamus Quirke, a First-Lieutenant in the local IRA after he was shot seven times at the docks. He also took part in the funeral mass of Michael Walsh of the Old Malt House following his murder on the night of 22 September 1920. On 14 November, Fr…

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fideliushqs · 6 months

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what canons could you see working for felix mallard or ruby cruz?

. ✧ . * . upon asking our members, here are some of the spots we came up with!

felix - seamus finnigan, cedric diggory, ernie macmillan, michael corner, theodore nott, luca caruso, grant page, roger davies, and terry boot!! i'd also like to note that a couple people described his vibes as "tired raveclaw"! we’d also like to note that felix could work for a few wanted connections, including romilda’s ex, ant’s unrequited crush, ron’s distraction, ron’s mentor, and graham’s rival captain!

ruby - laura madley, demelza robins, s. fawcett, rose zeller, lisa turpin, emma dobbs, eleanor branstone, alice toilpan, orla quirke, and megan jones!! vibes for her were also described as hufflepuff or gryffindor! wanted connections we could see ruby filling are ant’s ex girlfriend/fling, ant’s unrequited crush, ron’s distraction, ron’s mentor, and graham’s rival captain!

#appless rp #harry potter rp #mature rp #au rp #dark rp

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ao3feed-todoroki · 1 year

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Perun

Perun by Pol LuxBlack

Hadrian Potter was fed up with British HPSC and British Ministry bullshit. He took his godson to Japan to start a new life. Watch how he builds a family, career and protects the people he loves

Words: 3291, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Harry Potter, Todoroki Fuyumi, Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Rei, Todoroki Natsuo, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Neville Longbottom, Hermione Granger, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, Midoriya Izuku, Andromeda Black Tonks

Relationships: Harry Potter/Todoroki Fuyumi

Additional Tags: Powerful Harry Potter, Midoriya Izuku Has a Quirk, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Smart Harry Potter, Characters Are Pro Heroes, Harry Potter Has a Different Name, Harry Potter is Lord Potter, Todoroki Shouto Needs a Hug, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43762797

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Fuyumi Ship #♥#Fuyumi Todoroki #Harry Potter #Shouto Todoroki #Rei Todoroki #❄️#⛄#A:Pol #Crossover #Royalty AU

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the-fanaddict · 3 years

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Toa characters are so fun to pair up/explore dynamics for since their personalities are really well defined

10/10 would recommend randomly picking 2 characters and drawing/writing their dynamics guarantee you’ll have so much fun

#Tales of Arcadia #even throw in some really background characters like Shannon Mary Darci Seamus and Logan #since they have some fun quirks

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quirkandcrazycomic · 5 years

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I’m Lonely by Seamus ‘1MoreQuirk’ Daley. Quirk & Crazy #2. 2 in one week, let’s keep this going!

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love-and-other-potions · 3 years

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Master List of Imagines {11.3.21}

Golden Trio Era Men

Draco Malfoy

Blissful Revenge

New Attraction

Rehearsals

Armed with Love (Part 2 to Ruins of the Heart)

Twice the Arrogance

Avoiding You

Come. Warmth.

Curses

Cloud Nine {deaf/mute reader}

Harry Potter

No Homo?

Devilish ‘Puff

Power of Fear

Savior From the Prat

Annoyed in Love

Ruins of the Heart

The Books Have Eyes

Blind to Your Love

Fiendish Part 2

Out of this World

Ron Weasley

Praiseworthy

Tension

Caught

Interrupted

George Weasley

Coping Mechanisms

Imposter

Handsome Devil

Fred Weasley

Dared to Love

Dead to Me

Stinkin’ Mischief

Knock Knock {Male Reader}

Comfort {Trans Male Reader}

L.o.v.e.r.s

Neville Longbottom

Sliding Into a Relationship

Insane for Love

Sleepover

Get with the Rhythm

Blaise Zabini

Enchanted Films

Taunting

No Touchy Please

Serpent Admiration Part 1

Serpent Admiration Part 2

Colin Creevey

Number One Fan

You’re His Rosaline

Gregory Goyle

Best Friends with Benefits

Only Romantic on Thursdays

Times Like These

Vincent Crabbe

Scorching Love

House

Lee Jordan

Confrontations

Unexpected Kindness Part 1

Prank’d Part 2

Dean Thomas

Addicted to His Love

Seamus Finnigan

Hogwarts Manwhore

Oliver Wood

Sweeping Around the Point

Keeper of my Heart

Math and Other Drugs

Staring Problem

Cedric Diggory

Daring to Claim Ownership

Insight

Victims of Love

You Won’t Believe This False Hope

Dennis Creevey

Weirdos

Theodore Nott

Fake It Until You Make It

Charlie Weasley

Protective

Bill Weasley

7x+21 {mute/deaf reader}

Marauders Era Men

Sirius Black

Confessions

Sarcasm Gone Right

Puns and Other Accidents

Rules Are Meant to be Broken

Asshat

Punk’d

Remus Lupin

All is Fair in Love and War

Discomfort at Its Finest

Man of my Dreams {Male Reader}

A-were-ness

Eyes to See, Ears to Hear {deaf reader}

Accidentally the Best Day of my Life {blind reader}

James Potter

I’m a Bitch, I’m a Lover

Cuffing Season Part 1

Cuffing Season Part 2

Lovey Dovey

Shower Me With Pranks

Voice of an Angel

Lucius Malfoy

Territorial Barbie

Tom Riddle

Teasing Pains

Follow Your Dreams

Taking the Fall

Severus Snape

Go to Hell

Disputing Love

Alternatives

I’m Trying to be Serious, I Swear

Hooked on a Feeling

Regulus Black

Sibling Trouble

Barty Crouch JR

Shadow Shenanigans

Running Into Your Arms

Golden Trio Women

Hermione Granger

Life-Altering Research

You Should Have Toad Me

Liplocking 101

Doodles

Mutterings

Cho Chang

Coincidences

Ginny Weasley

Drowning Your Love

Obsession

The Streets Know Best

Angelina Johnson

Breaking Down the Closet Door

Luna Lovegood

Melodies of Love

Quirks and All

Homework and Billy Wigs

Pansy Parkinson

Oh Love

Fleur Delacour

Winking Flower {female}

Marauders Women

Lily Evans

Bent for Love

Challenged

Bellatrix Black

Insomnia for the Win

Madness Part 1 {female reader}

Madness Part 2 {female reader}

Leave Me Alone Punks {female reader}

Professors

Professor Snape

Anything For an O

Love Notes {male reader}

Tutoring Gone Right

Love Triangles

Possession {Draco & Harry}

Competition {Professor Snape & Headmaster Dumbledore}

Competition Part 2 {Professor Snape & Headmaster Dumbledore}

Sold {Severus Snape & Voldemort}

Love Potions and Other Tricks {Sirius & Remus & James}

Love Potions and Other Tricks Part 2 {Sirius & Remus & James}

Teach Me Your Love {Draco & Harry}

Moment of Truth {Harry & Neville}

Poly

Doggy Paddling Into Your Arms {Fred & George}

Two Princes {Fred & George}

Other

Young Dumbledore

Drawn to Life

Order of the Heart

Voldemort

Voldyshorts

Fiendish

Dinner Date

James Sirius Potter

It’s in the Past

Annuals {Deaf reader}

Letters From Your Comfort Characters

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