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CURSES & CONFESSIONS - GARRETH WEASLEY

Summary: The four times people told you Garreth was in love with you, and the one time Garreth did. Slytherin F!MC. Seventh Year.

Fandom: Hogwarts Legacy

Warnings: Fluff, unrequited love, shitty writing.

Word Count: 4957

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#1. Imelda Reyes

Rolling her shoulders back, MC exhaled deeply, hoping to ease some of the tension in her form. The incessant nattering of her roommate was doing little to help her efforts. Side by side, the teammates trod across the dew-dusted field, unbothered by the growing moisture on their shin pads. Morning mist clung to strands of their hair; both of them sporting green ribbons securely tying back their long locks. The Quidditch field loomed in front of them. The cheers of their fellow students beckoning them forward. Having spent the entirety of Sixth Year begging, Imelda finally convinced her competitive friend to join the Quidditch Team as their final Chaser.

Imelda noticed the steps of her friend falter as they drew nearer. “The first game is always nerve-wracking but once you mount your broom, all worries about impending injuries vanish.”

“Very reassuring, Reyes. Why not just tell her to take a Bludger to the head?” Sebastian Sallow commented, long legs easily catching up to them. “It’s a good thing it’s not your job to give motivational speeches to the team- Oh, wait… Maybe that’s why we lost the House Cup last year?”

Slinging his arm across his friend’s shoulders, he grinned down at her ashy face. “Merlin, you almost look nervous,” the Beater jeered playfully, poking her in the cheek.

MC frowned, a crease forming across her brow. Goblins? No problem. Giant trolls? Easy. Embarrassing herself in front of the majority of the school? Mortifying.

“Shut it, Sallow. We’re not going to lose this year. We have the ‘Hero of Hogwarts’ on our side.” Imelda’s tone was teasing, watching her friend chafe against the title she had earned in their Fifth Year. And hated ever since.

Eyes landing on the Quidditch tent, Imelda honed in on a smattering of red lingering outside the entrance to the changing rooms. His dark eyes were trained on the muscular arm that Sebastian had draped around MC, ready to storm over and rip it off.

Loudly, Imelda declared, “Besides, we’re playing against Gryffindor today. We already have the upper hand against them.”

“Is that so? Do feel free to share with the group.” Leander’s haughty tone broke through the cacophony of excited spectators.

The trio turned to find him looking down at them, arms crossed against his chest. Garreth flanked his left side, expression at odds with the relaxed posture of his body. Gravitating towards the mop of red curls, MC discreetly shuffled towards him, close enough to see the condensation forming on his robes. The cool air clashing with the natural heat of his body.

Similarly to the Slytherin Beater, Weasley had undergone an enticing transformation over the summer. Even whilst slouched against the wooden beam behind him, he towered over her. The second-hand uniform that used to hang loosely on his frame, now strained against the broadness of his shoulder, pulling taut at the muscles of his biceps. When she lifted her gaze to his, he offered a genuine smile, green eyes twinkling. Her brow smoothed, eyes lightening as she smiled back at him.

“You may be an awful strategist, Prewett, but I know better than to give the enemy important intelligence. Why would I share my secret weapon with you?”

“I hope you’re not referring to the little witch cowering behind Sallow. If so, you’ve lost already. After all, magic is banned from Quidditch and without her extra magic, she’s not very skilled.”

Garreth clenched his fist, knowing his friend was only trying to intimidate the group of Snakes. Punching his teammate before the Game began wasn’t the best way to win the Quidditch Cup.

“She is going to kick your arse for talking about her like she’s not here.” MC glared up at Leander. “I didn’t realise you were so eager to relive the humiliation I dealt you at Crossed Wands, which I did without extra magic.”

Garreth sniggered, covering it with a cough before his Captain could scold him. Opening his mouth to retort, Madam Kogawa interrupted, yelling out that there was two minutes left until the start of the Game. Prewett dashed inside the tent, remembering he still needed to strap on his knee pads. Sebastian followed closely behind, muttering about how badly he needed to piss before climbing onto his broom.

Shifting awkwardly on his feet, Garreth hated how his large frame made his discomfort more apparent. Both women turned to look at him as he moved, unable to move subtly anymore. Having noted the trepidation on his Potions partner’s face, he wanted to offer words of encouragement. Except her Captain was looking at him as though she were plotting all the ways to throw him from his broom. The trees swayed as the wind picked up. Not the best weather for a first match.

“Don’t get blown away out there.” Garreth internally cursed himself.

Why did his mouth insist on saying the stupidest things his brain conjured up? Instead of telling her how he wished she had a good match. How some part of him wanted her to win so that he could revel in her joy.

An alluring spark flickered in her eyes as the competitive side of her was ignited. “Have a good game, asshole.”

“You too, Princess,” he called out after her retreating figure. The scent of her shampoo filled his nose as she brushed past him. He watched her go with a dopey grin on his face, unable to wipe it off before Imelda walked past him. She didn’t look at the redhead but he watched the Slytherin Captain shake her head in disgust, knowing it was aimed his way.

“Forget everything I said about keeping an eye on the Quaffle.”

“Excuse me?” MC questioned, turning to face her friend as they entered the Slytherin section of the changing rooms. “Doesn’t the defeat the purpose of my position?”

“Your new job is to tail Weasley.” Imelda had a wicked smirk on her face. One that usually accompanied words of insanity. “Weasley has been infatuated with you since you stole the Fwooper feather for him. And, as much as the babbling buffoon bothers me, once he’s in the air, he’s exceptionally talented. I need you to put a stop to that. Whenever you’re around, you’re the sole focus of his attention. I’m not even sure he’s aware of it.”

The flaps to the tent rolled back, allowing in bright bursts of sunlight. Emerald and maroon robes filed out onto the grassy pitch.

“You’re so full of shit.” MC muttered, pushing aside the way Imelda’s words made her feel.

The only response she received was a knowing smile before Imelda slowly sailed out of the tent, and into the roaring crowd. When the whistle blew, MC was further convinced of her friend’s dishonesty. Dashing after the Quaffle, she was elated when her hands were the first to wrap around the ball. Darting across the sky, she was unable to dodge the mass of red barrelling towards her left side. The two collided. She released the Quaffle, dropping it into Natsai’s awaiting hands below. Tightly grasping the handle of her broom, it took all her strength to avoid tumbling off it.

Oblivious to the Quaffle sailing past his head, Garreth’s attention remained on MC until he was confident she wasn’t plummeting to the ground. Furious eyes snapped up in his direction but he simply winked at her, flying back into the fray. He attributed the red tinge of his cheeks to the biting wind. Not the fact that his skin heated from where it had made contact with the beautiful Snake.

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#2. Natsai Onai

Sunshine illuminated the two Seventh Years lounging in the Transfiguration Courtyard. Bags and outer robes discarded by the bench, the pair of them curled up on the neatly-trimmed grass. Taking a much-needed break from studying, the pair of them soaked up the warm rays. Even though it was only two months into the school year, NEWTS were bogging them down. So, instead of discussing the terrifyingly long Potions essay they’d been set, the pair were gossiping about their fellow classmates.

Entering the Courtyard, Garreth was alerted to his friend’s presence when her familiar giggle reached his ears. His head whipped round, searching for her.

“Is it true that Sebastian has a basilisk inked onto his back?” Natsai asked, when MC’s laughter upon hearing about Leander’s disastrous date subsided. Her hands weaved a small pile of flowers together.

MC lifted her head up from the cushion she had transfigured her cloak into, squinting at her friend. “Pardon?”

“Some of the Ravenclaw girls were discussing it in the Library. I may have overhead, and decided you would be the best person to ask.”

“And you thought to ask me, and not Ominis? Why do you think I am the most knowledgeable about Sebastian without a shirt?”

A dark shadow fell over her, stealing away the warmth that had likely burnt the skin of her nose.

“Who’s seen Sebastian without his shirt on?” Garreth dumped his bag beside MC’s before collapsing onto the grass beside her. His hand picked up a strand of her hair, twirling it between his fingers absentmindedly. “Can you believe the length of Sharp’s essay?”

MC smiled up at him, amused by his actions.

“I was just asking whether MC could confirm the rumours regarding Sebastian’s tattoo,” smiled Natsai, watching her housemate’s reaction closely.

“The one on his back?” Garreth’s jaw ticked, fingers dropping the hair. “Why have you seen him shirtless?!”

Without letting MC reiterate that she hadn’t seen Sebastian without a shirt, Garreth spoke again. His teeth clenched tightly together as though the words pained him. “Although, I suppose the pair of you as a couple makes perfect sense. You would compliment each other nicely.”

MC pulled herself into a sitting position, eyebrows knitting together. “What is that supposed-?”

“Oh, Garreth! We need another player for Gobstones.” Poppy shouted across the Courtyard, waving eagerly at him.

Wanting to escape the bubbling feeling in his chest, Garreth excused himself, clambering to his feet before his mouth blurted out anything else he might regret. Watching the redhead make his way towards Poppy, MC felt a nauseous feeling arise in the pit of her stomach.

“What was all of that about? Sebastian and I? Together? Merlin, it would be like dating a brother. A really annoying brother.” MC rambled. “And, could he have escaped us any faster? You would think he hadn’t seen Poppy in months instead of a couple of hours.”

Guilt coursed through her at the ugly thoughts she was possessing, not enjoying how the idea of her friends together was making her feel. Poppy was a delightful witch, and if Garreth were to date anyone, MC couldn't think of someone who could be nicer.

Natty snickered at the words tumbling from her friend’s mouth, watching her suck in a deep breath. “They were playing Chess in the Library earlier, but you had your head buried in your Herbology book.”

“Oh…” A dejected look overtook her face, watching the dark-haired witch laugh loudly at something Garreth said. “I wasn’t aware he felt that way about her. Although, I suppose it’s impossible not to like Poppy. She’s the sweetest. Now that I think about it, he is always patient with her, and they do spend a fair bit of time together. I think everyone should love Poppy. Oh, no… I’ve been trying to convince Ominis to tell her how he feels about her, but clearly that would be counterproductive if she and Garreth are courting. I wouldn’t want to interfere with that. Not when he looks so happy and-”

“My friend,” interrupted Natty. “Breathe.”

Natsai looked at the witch across from her, wondering how somebody who had duelled Rookwood and survived, could be so oblivious to someone she looked at every day.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“What is going on with you and Garreth?”

“Nothing. We’re just friends.”

The fact that she didn’t ask for a further explanation told Natsai everything she needed to know. She shook her head in disbelief. “I have watched that boy almost snap his neck because he heard you laugh and wanted to see what was causing it. Even worse, I watched him smear mashed potato over his face because you walked into the Great Hall, and he was too busy watching you instead of where his fork was going.”

“I remember that,” mumbled MC to herself, before turning back to her friend. “It is sweet of you to try and boost my ego but Garreth and I don’t feel that way about each other. Poppy was next to me that day in the Great Hall. He was clearly looking at her.”

Natty enjoyed the discomfort on her friend’s face. MC clearly didn’t understand why the idea of Garreth and Poppy was so unsettling to her but Natsai certainly did. She just hoped the pair of them would figure it out soon. She had done her best to prompt her friend but it was not her place to declare the redhead’s love. That was something he needed to do himself. Ignoring the knowing smile on Natsai’s face, MC’s eyes zeroed in on the flowers in her hand. Changing the topic of conversation, she commented on the beauty of the flower crown. The Lion leaned over, placing it atop the Snake’s head.

“I feel like a faerie princess.”

“I believe you are as frightful as one sometimes.”

“Oi! I haven’t duelled anyone in two whole days.”

“A new record.” Natty deadpanned.

MC laughed, loud and clear. Fumbling his gobstones, Garreth’s head snapped up. His lips quirked into a smile at the joy on her face and the flowers in her hair. He paid no attention to the foul-smelling liquid spraying his robes.

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#3. Sebastian Sallow

Legs aching, MC wished she was curled up on the couch in the Undercroft, reading to Ominis. That was how she was supposed to be spending her frosty Sunday. Instead, she was trudging along the icy pathway to Hogsmeade, eager to get to J. Pippin’s Potions. She’d overheard Garreth complaining that he was out of Bicorn horn and his latest experiment required some. Unfortunately, he had managed to land himself in detention for the first weekend of December. Professor Sharp hadn’t been overly impressed to find his hair transfigured into snakes, having been on the receiving end of the redhead’s latest concoction. The redhead had spent all of dinner last night complaining about his plans for the day had been ruined.

Wanting to surprise him, MC decided to brave the harsh December weather to go for him. Because that was what good friends did. Nose pink and goosebumps dotting her arms, she snuggled further into her scarf and cursed when she slipped on black ice.

Large hands wrapped around her arm, pulling her upright. “Remind me how you managed to save Hogwarts when you can barely stand on your own two feet?”

“Are you stalking me, Sallow?”

“Absolutely. I bet you’re glad for it now.” Sebastian grinned, falling into step beside her.

“Only because you saved me from cold and bruised buttcheeks. I shall sorely miss the peace and quiet though.”

Sebastian pressed a hand to his chest in faux offence. “You mortally wound me. Even more so upon discovering you failed to invite me on your little outing. I thought we agreed you would stop fighting Ashwinders and Poachers alone,” he scolded. His expression turned questioning when she continued past the Forbidden Forest, instead of venturing into it as he had expected.

“Fret not. I’m simply running errands today.”

“Even better. Any adventure with you is thrilling but the best ones involve Butterbeer and free samples from Honeydukes. Are we looking for anything in particular?”

“I need to stop by Pippin’s,” mumbled MC.

Whilst she enjoyed Sebastian’s company, and was pleased that he preferred outings to Hogsmeade than skulking around Catacombs these days, she’d slipped away quietly that morning in the hopes of being alone. Only because she hadn’t wanted to explain what she was doing.

“I thought you stocked up on potion supplies last week? Don’t tell me you’re out already.” Sebastian chuckled, eyes honing in on the blush staining her cheeks.

Damn him and his perception, she cursed.

Clearing her throat, her spine straightened. “I’m not actually going for myself. Garreth mentioned he was low on some supplies.”

“Where is your boyfriend? Why isn’t he accompanying you?”

Pace picking up as they neared the Wizarding village, she prayed that the sight of Honeydukes would be enough of a distraction to keep Sebastian from prying too deeply into the meaning behind MC’s deed. She, herself, wasn’t willing to look past the fact that she wanted to help out her friend. “He’s not my boyfriend,” she protested

To her dismay, Sebastian persisted, following her down the cobbled streets. “Have you told him that?” A gleeful grin lit up his face.

“What are you blabbering on about?”

“I happen to have it on good authority that he spent the entirety of Potions convincing Andrew Larson not to ask you to Hogsmeade today. That’s why he messed up his potion. For once, he wasn’t brewing his own recipe.”

MC stopped in the middle of the path. Sebastian smacked into her back with a soft ‘oomph’, unable to slow down in time. “That’s why he’s in detention? Why would he do that? I’m not complaining because at least I didn’t have to find a polite way to deter Andrew but…”

“Why would you decline Andrew’s offer? Perhaps your answer is the same reason why Garreth convinced him not to ask in the first place.”

“Or maybe you’re listening to gossip again, and they got it wrong. Who is this so-called good authority?”

Sebastian’s smirk deepened. “Ominis.”

“Oh.”

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#4. Ominis Gaunt

Splattered with mud, strands of hair slipped from her low bun, sticking to the sheen of sweat coating her face. Her entire body groaned in protest as she and Poppy sullenly made their way up the stairs before the Great Hall. Neither were feeling particularly victorious despite having saved all animals caged up in the Poacher camp. When Poppy had suggested Flooing to Irondale to dismantle a Poacher camp, the two witches had thought they would return before dinner, pleased with themselves and the good they had done. Instead, dinner was in full-swing and all the witches wanted was to reach the Hospital Wing without detection.

The three Wiggenwelds they had taken with them were long gone, and yet numerous injuries remained. Poppy had taken a nasty hex to the chest, and MC hadn’t hesitated to shove all three of the healing potions into her mouth. Unfortunately, that meant there had been none left over for when she was thrown from a platform, body slamming into the hard ground. Despite her twisted ankle and Poppy’s bleeding forehead, they had managed to get back to the Floo flame but were deposited all the way down at the Boathouse.

“Is that blood?” A horrified voice exclaimed.

Footsteps hurried over to them. Warm hands reached for her cheek, pulling her face into the light so that green eyes could inspect the cut marring her face. Beside her, Ominis was reaching for Poppy, wand waving to assess the damage.

“Don’t worry. It’s not ours. Well.. not most of it.”

“Is that supposed to reassure me?!” Garreth shrieked, looping his arm around MC’s wait to help take some of the weight off her swollen ankle.

The two men accompanied their wounded witches to the Hospital Wing. Easing MC onto the stiff white sheets of an unoccupied bed, Garreth dashed into Nurse Blainey’s office, dismayed to find it empty. Tugging at his curls in frustration, he paced back and forth, fretting about his friends.

“Gar, it’s dinnertime.” MC reminded him, voice soft and comforting. “She’s likely in the Great Hall. We can wait, we’ll be fine.”

“No, you can’t,” he said firmly. “You’re injured.” Pain shone in his bright green eyes.

Demanding that Ominis keep a close eye on them, (to which the Gaunt boy promised he’d do his best, prompting MC to giggle), Garreth announced he would go hunt down their healer. Before MC could ask him to stay with her, he was dashing out of the infirmary, robes flapping behind him. She didn’t care about the pain. She had just wanted him to stay.

“I do believe he genuinely forgot how to breathe when he caught sight of you hobbling into the castle. I almost thought I was going to have to carry all three of you into here.” Ominis spoke up, hand twitching as he fought against the urge to reach for his favourite Hufflepuff.

“He did go rather pale when he looked at us,” snickered Poppy.

MC shifted, easing her body into a more comfortable position. “Yes, well, you seem to have that effect on him.” She winced, attributing it to the heat lancing down her spine. Nothing to do with the words she spoke crushing something deep in her chest.

“I don’t think it’s Poppy that makes him forget oxygen is vital to living. Regardless of how adorable she is.” Ominis drawled, taking joy in the pink flush blossoming across Poppy’s cheeks.

“I told you she was oblivious.” squeaked the Hufflepuff.

MC scowled, discontented with the running narrative that she was unobservant. Her perception had saved Poppy’s life earlier, and her body was bruised enough to prove it. It was as if her friends had teamed up to insult her consistently this year.

Fed up with everyone tip-toeing around the fact, Ominis decided he was no longer waiting for her to figure it out. “Please tell me that you are aware Garreth is in love with you, and has been for the past year.”

“If not more.” Poppy chimed in, supporting Ominis’ decision. The rest of the gang decided to let Garreth tell her himself but Poppy knew he would never do it.

“No, he’s not.”

Ominis snorted. “He’s so infatuated with you. Even a blind man could see it.”

“You are blind.”

“Exactly. And I can see it.”

“You can’t see anything,” shot back MC.

She shot her tongue out at him immaturely and whilst he couldn't see it, he had the sense to lean over and punch her in the shoulder. He shrunk back in terror when MC winced and a furious voice reverberated off the flagstones; amplified for his sensitive hearing.

“Why the fuck would you do that. She’s already injured, Ominis. I asked you to look after her whilst I was gone.” Garreth thundered, storming in.

Poor Nurse Blainey was rushing to catch up with him. A slice of carrot cake was cupped in her hand, having been grabbed just as dessert was served.

“Mr Weasley, you made it sound as if the poor thing was on death’s door.” Blainey scolded, saving the blind wizard from Garreth’s wrath.

The healer took MC’s ankle in hand, examining the swollen ligament and apologising as the Hero of Hogwarts gasped in pain. Poppy wrapped a hand around Garreth’s wrist to prevent him from trying to push the healer away.

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#5. Garreth Weasley

Mended and amused by the tension in the room, Poppy thanked Nurse Blainey for healing her before taking her leave from the Hospital Wing. MC had insisted that Poppy be seen to first, despite the Hufflepuff being mainly mended by the earlier Wiggenwelds. MC watched her and Ominis leave, hand in hand. A pitiful sigh escaped MC’s mouth as she watched them. That’s what she wanted. Someone who loved her enough to hold her hand in public, propriety be damned. The only issue was that she would only be satisfied if it was with the man beside her. The man who was also watching the new couple go, an unreadable expression on his face. Most likely agonised over watching the woman he liked walk away with another man. Ominis had finally worked up the courage to ask Poppy to accompany him to The Three Broomsticks.

“Best drink it all in one go, dear.” Nurse Blainey advised. She had mixed numerous healing positions into one foul-smelling tonic, handing it over in a wooden goblet. “You’ll have to stay here for the night whilst your fracture mends but Mr Weasley is welcome to stay with you until curfew. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m hoping I can catch the end of the Feast. I’ve been looking forward to the choir all week.”

Thanking the healer, MC immediately mentally cursed her when she swallowed the contents of her cup. The vile taste of the potion had her gagging, coughing loudly. Instantly, Garreth was there, a glass of orange juice in hand to chase the taste away. He had listened to MC recount the events of her fight - and the extent of her injuries - to Nurse Blainey in complete silence. Even now, he said nothing as the door shut behind the healer. The loud click echoed in her ears, reminding her that the pair of them were entirely alone.

“You don’t have to stay with me. I’m sure you have better things to be doing.”

Garreth nodded but made no effort to move. An uncomfortable silence settled over them for the first time since their friendship developed. Their time together was usually filled with babbling antics and loud laughter. Now, the pair struggled to string a sentence together. MC’s hands moved towards each other, Garreth’s eyes tracked her movements. Fingers cracking her knuckles, she was desperate for something to focus on. Something aside from the hollow look in Garreth’s eyes. His hand shot out to still hers, and stayed there. His fingers enveloped hers, curling around her. As if he were grounding himself, reminding him that she was still here. Her heart stuttered in her chest. The tissues in her ankle slowly started realigning, pulling a pained gasp from her mouth. The sound dragged an anguished noise from Garreth’s chest.

“Garreth, are you okay?” She whispered, concerned by his unnerving silence.

A bitter laugh escaped his mouth. “Me? You’re the one who had to drag herself back to the castle, injured.”

“I’m fine.” She grabbed his other hand when he turned his head away in disbelief. Garreth’s eyes instantly shot to hers. “Look, I’m alive. Unharmed.”

“But you weren’t!” He snapped. “You went out, alone. In the dark with only Poppy as your backup, and the pair of you came very close to not coming back.”

Her eyes stung at the harsh tone directed towards her. She chalked it up to being overtired and emotionally drained. Not because she felt as if she were being reprimanded.

Garreth charged forward, oblivious to the look on her face. “I spent all evening looking for you, worried out of my mind because nobody knew where the pair of you were.”

“I told Sebastian-”

“Who was hidden away all day in some secret underground only you and Ominis know about!”

Infuriated that tears were still pooling in her eyes, MC snapped back. “I don’t have to tell you where I am every minute of every day. You’re not my keeper! If you’re concerned that I’m dragging Poppy into danger then you should take that up with her! Besides, she’s the one who suggested we go. She made it quite clear it didn’t matter if I came or not so I went for her safety.”

“I don’t care about Poppy!” Garreth exploded, not meaning it in the way it sounded aloud. “Why must you bring her up in every conversation we have? Godric, you make it so hard to care about you sometimes.”

MC sniffed before icily responding. “Then don’t bother. Walk away, Garreth, I’m not your problem.”

Garreth stood, and she thought he was going to listen to her, and leave. She didn’t truly want that but if she were such a burden- The pot at the end of her bed sailed across the room, smacking into the floor with a loud thud. When he turned to face her, there was no anger on his face. Only anguish. He wasn’t mad at her. He was furious with himself, for not being honest. For not being able to say the words desperately hanging to the tip of his tongue. If he had told her the truth last year, perhaps he would’ve been with her at the Poacher camp. Maybe he could have saved her from the bruises welting her back.

“You don’t understand. I want you to be my problem. I want to worry about you, and I want to drag you to the Hospital Wing when you’re injured. Although I would really prefer you remain unharmed. But because I want to hold you in my arms afterwards, knowing you’re safe. I want to comfort you when defeating Poachers doesn’t go the way you expected. I want to take you to Hogsmeade, and hold your hands around the shops. I want to see you laugh, and know why you did so. And, I want to kiss you before a Quidditch match and when you win, even if that means I’ve lost. You are the cause of all my distractions, and the only regret I have is that you fail to understand how deeply I care for you.”

“But, you and Poppy and seem so close?”

Was that really all she could say, MC chided herself.

“Because she’s been trying to convince me to tell you how I feel.”

“Oh.”

“I love you. I am so deeply in love with you that every potion I’ve invented for the past year smells like you.”

And, as his thumb brushed her cheek and he leaned in closer, MC truly believed Garreth Weasley loved her.

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screamingoverfiction · 1 year

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Quiet Girl

Just an angsty/fluffy one-shot. Pairing: Fred Weasley x !f-reader, no mentioned house, some use of Y/n.

Not requested, but I've wanted to finish this draft for a while.

Non-Cannon. Everyone is 17+

First Person and a little Third

Word count: 2.7k

Y/n-

Fred Weasley. Why was he so perfect? How could he sit there, without a care in the world, with that cheeky smirk, and simply exist?

It's unfair. I'm so perfectly average, while he's just- perfect. His eyes are such a rich pretty brown, and his hair is fiery, just like his personality. His funny, witty, and so fucking annoying, but for some reason, I don't care.

But he doesn't notice me. I'm just the quiet girl he sits next to in DADA. He copies off me sometimes, engages in small talk, and cracks jokes about the professor. But after class is over, I don't exist to him anymore.

It's difficult to like him, not because he's unlikable, that's the problem, he's too likable, so I'm basically every other girl. We all want him. He knows he's attractive, always flirting and sticking his tongue down a different girl's throat each week. George is also heavily fought after. The twins are the hottest guys in our year.

I wish he wanted more than my DADA answers. Hell, I study for the class just so we have something to converse about. I couldn't have cared less about that class until this year.

I'm currently in DADA, sitting alone since Fred is probably skipping, much to my dismay. This is the only time I can take to him. In the other classes we have together, he doesn't sit near me.

I frown down at my work, scribbling away at the warm-up Lupin has assigned. He's a great teacher, but I've just never been interested in DADA.

Suddenly, the door to the class opens, all heads turn, and two redheads stumble inside, laughing their asses off.

Internally, I shout with joy, but externally I just roll my eyes when Fred sits in the seat next to me.

"Psst, L/n, think you could spare the answers to the warm-up?" Fred asks hopefully, sending me his infamous cheeky smirk.

I roll my eyes with a sigh and slide the paper across the desk, watching him copy my answers and biting back my small smile.

Fred finished writing and slid the paper back, giving me a grateful nod and a smile. He clapped his hand on my shoulder, making my eyes go wide and my head reel back.

"Thanks, mate," He said with a smile.

He let go of my shoulder, and I slumped back in my seat, face in a grimace, cringing inwardly. He called me mate. Holy shit, I'm so far in the friend zone.

I blew air through my nose, and my face stayed in a frown the entire class. I didn't even snicker at any of his jokes. I was too grumpy. It's not like he'd like me anyway, but it still stung.

After we were dismissed, I picked up my bag and left without another word or glance at Fred. Even when he said bye to me, I just sent him a silent nod.

When I reached my dorm, I collapsed onto my bed, smashing my face into my pillow and screaming. I turned around, staring at my ceiling with a frown.

I'm his mate and not the good kind. Ugh, at least I'm better off than the other girls.

Fucking hell, I need to get over him. I know there's no point in that. He'll just loop you back in with his smile. He radiates happiness.

I hate it.

I sigh and stand up, pacing around my dorm with my arms crossed. I sit back on the edge of my bed and decide to start my homework, but not before the door bursts open.

My three roommates rush in, a blonde, and two brunettes, all giggling about something. I have friends, but I could never seem to click with my roommates.

"Oh hey, Y/n. You look deep in thought," A brunette says, glancing beside her at her friends and giggling like it was some inside joke I didn't get. Her name is Maya.

"Uh, yeah, I guess I am," I say back, feeling my face heat up. I clear my throat and shift my gaze away from them.

They continued chatting for a while. I ignored their conversation, sticking to my homework.

"Did you see Fred today? Merlin what I would do to get him in bed,"

My ears perk up at the mention of his name, and I look over at them, accidentally making eye contact with one of the girls- Amy, the blonde one, but I quickly look away.

"Y/n, do you fancy anyone?" Amy asks, authentic curiosity in her voice. Amy was always the nicest, and I knew she was being genuinely friendly, but Veronica and Maya? Not as much.

I lift my eyes, swallowing thickly before silently shaking my head, hoping they would drop the subject.

I hear a chorus of giggles, and I shift uncomfortably, suddenly insecure about myself in every way.

"I don't really believe you, L/n. Who is it? Diggory? Flint? Come on, we're your friends. You can trust us," Veronica- the second brunette reassures me, but I don't believe her.

"Uh, I'm good," I say, trying to move away from them, but Maya grabbed my arm, forcing me to stay seated.

"Is it Fred?"

My face visibly flushes, and their eyes go wide, identical grins breaking across each of their faces.

"W-What? No, I don't know what you're talking about," I stammered nervously, face still red with embarrassment. I glanced between them, my face desperate, but they didn't care.

Veronica smirked, looking at Maya and Amy. Amy's expression was confused. She cocked her head sideways.

"See you at dinner, L/n," Maya said sweetly, tugging on Amy's arm and pulling her toward the door, whispering something into her ear.

I watched them leave the room, frozen in my spot. I didn't know what they were planning, but it couldn't be good.

I shook it off, convincing myself they wouldn't do anything wrong to me. It's not like I've done anything to them. Why would they try and mess with me?

I sighed, picking up my bag and walking to the door. I hummed quietly to myself while walking to the great hall, staring at my feet and keeping my head low.

I entered the great hall, finally picking my head up and heading towards my house table, but I never made it there.

My eyes found Veronica, Maya, and Amy, but they were standing by Fred.

I froze in my tracks, my eyes widening as their conversation came into my earshot.

"Well, Y/n fancies you told us herself. She's practically obsessed," Maya said with a snarky laugh.

"Merlin, she wouldn't stop talking about how much she wants to-" I tuned out the rest of Veronica's words-lies.

My chest tightened, and my heart felt like it was about to explode. My eyes were wide with hurt, and I could feel tears stinging.

Suddenly, Amy's eyes found mine, her face paled, and her mouth hung slightly agape. She quickly grabbed Veronica's arm, nodding toward me.

Veronica, Maya, Amy, and Fred all stared at me. Fred's eyes held an unreadable emotion. I felt nauseous. Bile rose in my stomach, and I quickly took a step back, knocking into someone, but I didn't care. I needed to get away from them.

I turned on my heels and ran, no, sprinted out of the great hall, tears blurring my vision. I wanted nothing more, than for someone to shoot me between the eyes.

- About a half hour earlier.

Fred-

"You called her your mate?" George asked, bursting into laughter and falling back on his bed.

"I didn't know what else to say!" Fred fired back defensively, his cheeks tinting red.

"You don't call the girl you fancy, mate, you muppet," George stated, shaking his head with an eye roll.

"Well, it's not like she fancies me. She's completely disinterested in me and shows no sign of even tolerating me," Fred sighed, sitting on his bed and running a hand through his hair.

"It can be like that with some girls," George assures his twin. Fred shook his head, biting his cheek and crossing his arms.

"She doesn't laugh at my jokes, won't look at me, rolls her eyes at everything I do. I think she's smiled at me maybe once," Fred muttered, shaking his head again.

"L/n doesn't smile, ever. And I've seen her smile at you, so extra points for Freddie," George snickers, earning a pillow launched at him by Fred.

"Why don't you just grow a pair and ask her out?"

"I'm nervous, Georgie. I've never felt this way about a girl before. I don't want to lose her, and if she rejects me, I'll never even get to talk to her again," Fred says with an exasperated sigh, his face falling into his hands.

"Man, you're whipped," George spoke with a breathy laugh, clapping his brother on the shoulder.

"Fucking hell," Fred mumbled, continuing to vent and ask George for advice the whole way down to dinner.

Once the twins reached the great hall and started toward the Gryffindor table, Fred was corraled by three girls.

He vaguely recognized them, Veronica, Maya, and Amy. Maya and Veronica had tried to sleep with him many times.

"Hey, Freddie," Veronica said with a sweet smile, placing her hand on his arm.

Fred remained unphased, but he carefully removed his arm from her grasp.

"Do you know who Y/n L/n is?" Maya asked, smiling at him and totaling her head sideways.

Fred's heart skipped a beat at the mention of her name, he quickly cleared his throat, shifting on his feet and rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah, I sit next to her in Lupin's," Fred said, looking between the girls wearily. He'd never seen Y/n talking with them.

Amy tugged on Maya's sleeve, whispering something in her ear and trying to pull her away from Fred.

"Shove off, Amy!" Veronica hissed, making Amy stop, hanging her head low.

Fred furrowed his brows, about to defend Amy when Maya's words completely derailed him.

"Well, Y/n fancies you told us herself. She's practically obsessed," Maya said, laughing snarkily and glancing at Veronica, who had an equally sardonic expression.

"Merlin, she wouldn't stop talking about how much she wants to fuck you," Veronica added, making Fred's eyes go wide. His blood boiled in his veins. He angrily clenched his fists. He knew her words were lies made up to put Y/n down, and he hated it.

"Veronica!" Amy quietly hissed, nodding toward someone. Fred looked over, and his heart dropped.

There she was, standing with her bag over her shoulder, her eyes wide, a pained expression on her face. She looked as though she was about to be sick.

Fred didn't know what to say, his mouth was dry, and his head spun with anger.

He watched her back away, then spin on her heel and run.

"Y/n!" He called starting to go after her when someone caught his arm again.

"What are you doing? She's a weirdo! A loser-" Veronica started to say, but Fred harshly cut her off.

"Shut your fucking mouth before I rip out your tongue!" He almost shouted, ripping himself away from her and running out of the great hall, ignoring the whispers.

Fred ran as fast as he could, looking left and right down the hallway, trying to spot her. He cursed when he couldn't spot her. He was starting to panic.

"She's probably at the lake,"

Fred whipped around, scowling down at Amy, narrowing his eyes, and opening his mouth to start going off on her.

"I tried to stop them, I really did, but they're my only friends. I know that doesn't excuse anything. I'm sorry I couldn't do more to stop them, but Y/n goes there to read. I've seen it," Amy says, toying with her fingers and avoiding Fred's eyes.

Fred's expression softened slightly, and he sighed, rubbing his jaw. He didn't know why, but he believed her. Amy was just a lonely girl who made friends with the wrong people.

"Find new friends," Was all he said before he walked past Amy picking up his pace.

Amy sighed, rubbing up and down her arms. She looked at the floor and swallowed, starting to walk back inside when she bumped into George.

Y/n-

I couldn't breathe. The tears wouldn't stop. I heaved, gasping between broken sobs, my head in my hands as I cried my heart out.

I sobbed heavily, lifting my eyes momentarily to look out over the lake, sniffling before more sobs escaped my lips.

He'd never look at me the same. He thinks I'm some weird stalker and that I'm obsessed with him. Why would they tell him? What have I done to them?

I'll never show my face again. I'll dig myself a grave and fling myself off the astronomy tower. Hopefully, I'll land inside it.

I tucked my knees to my chest, resting my chin atop them, tears still pouring from my eyes.

"Y/n?"

I quickly turned, my eyes widened momentarily, but I just closed them, resting my head back on my knees.

Third Person-

"Go on, tell me how much of a fucking loser I am, that I'm weird, and you'd never fancy someone like me," She said through sobs, her voice cracking.

Fred's eyes went wide. He completely crumbled when he saw her cry. He wished he could take away her pain. Absorb it all just so he could see one of her rare smiles.

"No, no, Y/n, fuck Veronica and Maya are idiots, mongrels. They don't amount to even half of the person you are," Fred said, sitting next to Y/n, his hand going to her chin, tilting her face toward him.

Y/n's eyes went wide, and her head reeled back out of instinct and surprise. Fred swallowed, pulling his hand away.

Y/n blinked at him, reaching up to wipe her eyes. She cleared her throat, looking at the ground and sniffling.

"They were lying," She spoke quietly, running her hands over her arms comfortingly.

There was a pang in Fred's heart. He assumed they were lying, but it still hurt to know the truth. That she didn't fancy him as he did her.

"I thought so," He said, rubbing his neck anxiously.

"I'm not a weirdo. I didn't talk about how much I wanted to fuck you. I swear! I'm not-" Y/n started, but Fred cut her off.

"You shouldn't be defensive. They're the fuckers who should be apologizingly. It's fine that you don't fancy me," Fred said with a small pained smile, trying to hide his disappointment.

Y/n-

I turned my head to look at him, furrowing my brows and tilting my head. Was he this dense? It didn't matter anyway. He doesn't like me.

"Fred, they didn't lie about that part," I said quietly, clearing my throat and keeping my eyes on the ground. From the corner of my eye, I swear I saw his head shoot up and his eyes widen.

"I'm gonna go-" I started to say, wiping my eyes again and standing up, but Fred grabbed my wrist as I stood, keeping me from walking away.

Fred stood up, looking at me intensely, his mouth was open, but he said nothing.

"Fuck it," He finally muttered, leaning forward and pressing his lips against mine, briefly kissing me.

He pulled back, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat. He stepped away from me, probably because of the shocked expression on my face.

"Sorry, I-"

I didn't let him finish his sentence. I grabbed his tie, pulling him down and crashing our lips together. He didn't hesitate, kissing me back with equal, if not more passion.

He cupped my cheek, deepening the kiss. He tasted better than I'd dreamed, and his lips were so soft.

When we finally broke apart. I scoffed sarcastically, crossing my arms over my chest. Fred furrowed his brows.

"Why the hell would you call me your mate?"

Fred closed his eyes, sighing in what I think is relief.

"I thought you were about to slap me," He said with a laugh, smiling that cheeky smirk.

"I'm thinking about it,"

"Can I kiss you again?" He asks, eyes flickering to my lips. I smiled, stepping closer to him, keeping our eyes connected.

"Be my guest,"

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onceuponaoneshotfanfic · 10 months

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Hey, I just read your Derry Girls 'your mum rang me' oliver wood one shot and was wondering if you could do like a weasley reader (maybe percys twin) and do the scene in last series in Derry Girls where erin and james kiss and Michelle is like 'this is incest!'

No problem if can't and sorry if I've spoiled!!! X

We're Not Related

Oliver Wood x Weasley!Reader 0.9k words Warnings: some kissing, potential Derry Girls spoilers Sorry this took so long! I've been in an absolute writing funk that I'm finally coming out of. Thank you for this request, I love getting to steal Derry Girls dialogue! I cackled writing this!

Oliver gazed down with a smile. His girlfriend- Merlin, he really got to call her his girlfriend!- was laying on his bed reading a book. The quiet, private time together made faking sick and skipping a trip to Hogsmeade worth it.

A tiny, quiet part of Oliver felt kind of guilty. As much as he tried to deny it, deep down inside he really did consider Percy Weasley a friend. Probably his best friend, oddly enough. The three of them had hung out regularly since their second year, sometimes adding Penelope Clearwater to the mix. So going behind his back and dating his twin sister was…. not something Oliver felt great about. But he wasn’t ready for whatever fallout would follow Percy finding out about them.

Instead, he watched her, her Weasley-red hair splayed out beneath her, his heart full of the affection he’d been carrying for the past three months. As if she could feel the heat of his gaze, she looked up, scrunching her freckled nose.

“You’re staring at me,” she observed with a little hum.

“And?” Oliver replied, his soft smile morphing into a smirk.

She shrugged, putting down her book. “D’you need something?”

Oliver helped her sit up and pulled her close to himself. “Nah, got everything I need right here.”

It was a cheesy line. Incredibly lame. It should have made her roll her eyes. But because it was Oliver Wood who said it, gazing at her with those honey eyes, his arms doing that flexing thing that drove her mad, it actually worked. Before she knew it, she and Oliver were locked in an embrace, lips moving in sync, hands gripping tight to wherever they landed. Just as Oliver was gently pushing her back onto the bed, the door opened-

“Oh, you sick, sick bastards.”

Percy Weasley stood in the doorway, Honeydukes package in his hand, his face even paler than usual as his wide eyes surveyed the scene before him.

His twin sister sat up, fixing her hair. “Listen, Percy-”

“This is incest!” Percy sputtered, absently tossing the chocolates onto his own bed. Chocolates he had bought in hopes that it would cheer up his supposedly sick roommate.

His definitely-not-sick roommate made a face. “No, it’s not.”

Percy nodded. “Yes, it is, Oliver.”

“We’re not related,” Oliver pointed out, gesturing between himself and the girl who should absolutely not be in the boys’ dorm, let alone on Oliver’s bed.

“Oh, and that makes it okay, I suppose?” Percy had never felt this level of disgust and abhorrence, and maybe even a little betrayal.

His sister snorted. “Well, it makes it not incest,” she mumbled.

Percy was pacing the small room at this point, his face now beginning to redden and match his smattering of freckles. “Right. Okay. I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt, and say that Oliver had a very nasty head injury from last night’s practice, and you-” He pointed to his sister. “-drank a botched batch of Amortentia, which has caused you to think that Wood here is an appropriate snogging partner.”

She huffed, now officially tired of her brother’s nonsense. “This is none of your business, Perce.”

The prefect’s face now matched his tie. “Oh, but it is, troll face.” His resorting to childhood insults was a sure sign of his anger. “It is very much my business. This can’t happen, okay? You two can’t get together because, putting aside the face that it makes me want to hurl, if you get together, you’ll break up, and then where does that leave me, Wood?” His gaze turned to Oliver, begging his roommate to understand. “You might be my best friend, but she’s my sister, and like it or not, I’ll have to stick with her. Don’t put me in that position.”

Oliver jumped off the bed and rushed to Percy’s side, placing a hand gently on the Weasley boy’s shoulder. “I’m your best friend, Weasley?” His honey eyes were wide, full of wonder.

“Of course,” Percy scoffed. “Aren’t I yours?”

For the first time, Oliver said the words every other Gryffindor already knew: “Yeah, you’re my best friend, Percy.”

The two boys stood, smiling at each other, relieved to finally admit their fondness for one another after years of grumbling whenever someone called them anything more than roommates.

The sound of someone clearing their throats brought them out of their tender moment.

“That’s great and all,” Percy’s sister- no, Oliver’s girlfriend- murmured. “But that doesn’t solve Percy’s… issue.”

Oliver’s cheeks reddened. “Right. Right.” He turned back to his best friend. “Listen, Weasley.” He straightened himself up. “I really like your sister. And we’ve been together three months now, and I’d like to keep seeing her. But I also don’t want to keep it secret from you anymore.” He shrugged. “I dunno. If you can’t trust your best friend to treat your sister right, who can ya trust?”

Percy narrowed his eyes a moment, turning over Oliver’s words in his mind. He had a point.

“You know if you hurt her, I know plenty of spells, right? And I’m not exactly going to punish myself for breaking any rules?”

Oliver nodded earnestly. “Yeah, yeah I know.” He gave Percy a small smack on the back. “We’re good then?”

With a sigh, Percy nodded. “We’re good.” He smiled at Oliver, the two of them officially lost in their own world.

Back on the bed, there came a small sigh. “Merlin, I wish we’d just kept this a secret.”

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Kinktober Day 6

Toys - Garreth Weasley x F!MC

🔥NSFW 🔞 MDNI

1.2k words

Garreth had come home from work early to what he originally thought was an empty house. His roommate, who he had grown close with at Hogwarts, and him had decided moving in together to cut costs after school would help them both get out of their sibling packed houses and gain some independence without fully living alone.

She was used to him being gone at this time so she mindlessly had her bedroom door open, her broad ‘collection’ out in front of her on her bed as she cleaned them. She prided herself on not needing a man but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to indulge in some much needed alone time.

She hadn’t heard the front door open or her red haired roommate walk down the hall. He absentmindedly peered into her room on his way by, stopping to talk to her when he saw her sitting on the bed. His eyes drifted down to the collection out in front of her on the bed and his eyes widened, broad smirk lighting up his features. “Hey roomie, looks like quite the collection you have there. Now I see why you never have any guys over here.”

She turned, horror scrawled across her features as she spotted him casually leaning against the doorframe of her room, his potioneer gloves hanging out of his pocket, apron slung over his shoulder lazily. She quickly grabbed her pillows, tossing them over the spread of toys on her bed. “G-Garreth?! W-what are you doing home early!? Merlin…you weren’t supposed to see this…”

He chuckled, turning to toss his work gear into his room before crossing his arms smugly, still leaning against her door frame and throwing her a teasing look. “Oh I’m sure I wasn’t. But now that I have, why don’t you show me what you’ve got? Have you had someone use them on you before?”

She looked dumbfounded up at him. At first she was shocked he wanted to see but at his second question she was thrown. She’d thought of someone else using them on her before but never had a chance. He’d flirted in the past but this was a new line they’d never crossed before. “N-no? What do you mean someone using them on me?”

He chuckled a bit and stepped inside her room, crouching down beside her bed and resting his elbows on the edge of her bed. “Don’t tell me someone hasn’t ever fucked you using only your toys? With a collection this big? Come on, let’s see what you’re working with here.”

She blushed, moving the pillows. A large collection of dildos, vibrators, clit suckers, nipple clamps, butt plugs and anal beads. He whistled, seemingly impressed. “Damn, quite a collection, I’m impressed. How often do you use them?”

He looked dead serious which had her doing a double take. He wasn’t smirking anymore, his green eyes shimmered with delight as his eyes flicked from the toys to her face in question. “U-um…once or twice a day…usually.”

He nodded, picking up a red jelly dildo and eyeing it, glancing up at her to see her reaction. She had her hands folded in her lap simply watching him with curious eyes while trying to tame the blush on her face. “Do you want me to show you what it can be like to have someone use your toys on you?”

The thought excited her as well as terrified her. She looked at the toy in his hand and then the more than serious look on Garreth’s face before nodding sheepishly. He nodded, rolling the sleeves on his shirt up and motioned for her to lay back. “Take your clothes off and lay back on the bed with your knees up for me.”

She did what he said, standing and stripping out of her clothes with a blush on her face before laying down on her back, her lower half toward Garreth, pulling her knees up on the bed while leaning up on her elbows to watch him settle on the floor beside her bed, between her legs. “My my, pretty girl. I can’t wait to make you feel good.”

He placed the dildo down and looked at the spread grabbing a pair of twist nipple suckers. He put one knee on the bed, leaning over her to give each nipple a small lick before placing them on and pulling the plunger so the suction would pull her pink nipples upward. She whimpered at the feeling while he hummed in satisfaction.

He went back for the red jelly dildo, picking it up and spreading her legs apart a little wider. She was already a bit wet but he held the toy to her mouth expectantly, proud when she did exactly what he’d wanted, opening her mouth and sucking on the tip. When he pulled it away, her spit coated the tip nicely.

He brought it back down between her legs, pushing the tip between her folds, easing the toy inside her with small thrusts, the toy going deeper each time. Once he worked the toy all the way inside of her he angled the toy so it would brush right against her sweet spot.

He smirked as she whimpered for him. His free hand reached up to a clit suction toy, grabbing one he’d read pretty good reviews about and turning it on the lowest setting before slowly applying it to her sensitive bud. She cried out, the slow thrusting and the suction being a combo to have her seeing stars.

She’d never used her toys like this on herself, never able to have enough hands to do sob but the angle of the toy inside of her and the perfect spot on suction of her clit drove her to the point of desperate, wanton cries.

Her wetness dripped from her now and he sped up the thrusting of the toy, it’s blunt tip nudging perfectly against her g spot. He could see the appreciation on her face as he turned the suction toy up. One click. Two clicks. Three.

Her hips were coming up off the bed as he worked the toys expertly in and on her sensitive areas. With every movement her body made she could feel the nipple suckers adding sensitivity as her breasts bounced. “O-oh! I’m already s-so close! Shit!”

Garreth licked his lips, the wet sounds of her cunt on the dildo driving him wild as he watched her writhe on the bed in pleasure. With one more click of the toy she was spasming on the bed, back bowing up in pleasure as she cried his name, completely unashamed. He watched her fall apart, working her through the most intense orgasm of her life.

He only stopped when her hips bucked with over sensitivity and she pulled her hips away. He chuckled, his sparkling eyes eating up her naked form, committing it to memory for later as he turned off and set the toys aside. “Anytime you want to do this again, just let me know…roomie.”

He walked away, a swagger to his walk that he didn’t have before as he left her naked and spread on her bed, leaving the door wide open like it was when he found her. She knew from then on they’d definitely be benefiting in more ways than they used to by living together.

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#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy smut #garreth weasley fanfiction #garreth weasley smut #garreth weasley #garreth weasley x mc #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #writing challenge #hogwarts legacy fanfiction

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phantom1fanatic · 9 months

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Em | 25 | She/Hers | PST | Minors DNI | 21+ preferred

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♕ LGBTQ+ member and friendly

♕ Searching for fandom and original universe roleplays

♕ Doubles and multiples preferred over single pairings

♕ I can play either gender

♕ Any gendered pairing is welcome

♕ Expect 200-2000+ word replies depending on muse and time

♕ Response times vary

♕ Love to chat ooc, share pinterests, memes, aesthetics, tiktoks, music, etc about our roleplay and characters

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Fandom Interests

Crossovers/Multifandoms

Spiderman: Across The Spiderverse

911/911 Lonestar

The Rookie

Ted Lasso

Z Nation

Marvel (MCU)

DC (cartoons mainly)

Young Justice

Detroit: Become Human

The Walking Dead

Arrowverse

Umbrella Academy

Prison Break

Midnight Texas

Suits

Kingsmen

Good Omens

Supernatural

Shameless

Disney Retellings

Deception

Jurassic World

Code Black

Station 19

Man from Uncle

Man from Toronto

Pokemon

Stranger Things

Altered Carbon

Terra Nova

LA Brea

Watch Dogs

Mr. Robot

Horizon: Zero Dawn

Reacher

The Boys

Hazbin Hotel

ATLA

Merlin

Note: I am more than willing to play multiple canons against an oc for you if asked. Would like if you could play at least one canon in return!

Note 2: Pink is what I’m craving most atm

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General Themes

Reincarnation

Time Travel

Natural Disasters

Past Lives

Soulmates

Hurt/comfort

Divine Enti

Dinosaurs

Hackers

Hanahaki Disease

Apocalypse

Deserted Islands

Fantasy

Sci-fi/Space

Slice of Life

Dark Themes/Dead Dove

Paranormal

Wild West

Medieval

Superpowers

Modern

Period Dramas

Mafia/Criminal Underworld

Egyptian Mythos/Pantheon

Dragons/Dragon Riders

Mermaids

Decade (20s, 50s, 60s, 70s, 80s)

Slowburn

Note: I’m always interested in your ideas, please feel free to reach out.

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Pairing Ideas

Throuple/Poly

Fallen Angel/Angel

Fallen Angel/Demon

Fallen Angel/Human

Angel/Demon

Angel/Human

Human/Demon

Half Angel/Demon

Half Angel/Human

Angel/Demon/Human

Angel/Demon/Fallen Angel

Human/Supernatural Creature

Supernatural Creature/Hunter

Royalty/Commoner

Rivals (sports, spies, etc)

Detective/Sidekick

Detective/Criminal

Ghost/Nonbeliver

Hero/Villain

Mermaid/Pirate

God/Human

God/Lesser Deity

Enemies to Lovers

Roommates

Arranged Marriages

Fake Dating

Opposites Attract

Forbidden Romance

Note: Love mixing/matching pairings so just lmk if you have any ideas!

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Are you interested? Perfect, I’d love to hear from ya! PM me for my discord and we can get to plotting!

Happy roleplaying 🌸

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urrockstar-xe · 1 year

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looking at lights - marauders x gn!reader

posted december 24th, 2022 4:52 pm

this is very muggle like lmfao. hints of wolfstar <3 I also couldn't find a gif for this one - xo

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“Bloody hell, that Santa inflatable is fucking massive!” you heard from the backseat. Laughing, James turned up the car radio to listen to the holiday music as he drove.

“I fuckin’ love rich people,” You said, watching all the glittering lights hanging from the big houses. “This is the only time of year you can get away with saying that, darl” Sirius responded in a joking tone, the lights illuminating his face as he spoke.

“I wonder if this whole neighborhood is in contact with each other, that’s like the seventh time I’ve seen that snowman,” Peter said, leaning closer to you to see out the window better. “Probably just a really expensive rich people decoration,” “probably.”

“When Prongs and I are known as the greatest quidditch players of all time, I’m gonna buy an entire street so that way we can all live no more than a sidewalk away from each other” Sirius smiled. “We can go half and half, pads” James added before the two boys in front high-fived.

“Only if you guys agree to do super huge and outrageous decorations every year” You joked, “I’ll make waivers for everyone to sign” Remus replied, “wanna be roommates, Y/n?”

“Absolutely not, moony is my roommate,” Sirius said pointing a finger at you. “You sound like a history book, Padfoot” Peter smiled when the car full of people laughed at his joke.

“Whoa, look at the house out my window!” James Exclaimed catching everyone’s attention as they all turned to look at the colorful display outside. “Merlin, that must be at least, what? 50 thousand lights?” Sirius said, pulling the sunglasses (that he insisted went with his outfit) over his eyes.

“No, I’d say more than that,” James responded, “its bloody perfect,”

“Do you think they made those cutouts themselves?” You asked, “if not, I want the information on who did,” Remus said

“Hey! Look at that, they have a little archway to take pictures in! Let’s go” James pointed out, wasting no time in pulling over and unbuckling his seatbelt.

The 5 of you stumbled out of the car, making your way to the little archway before Remus cast a quick spell to take a picture of all of you together.

Sirius stuck his tongue out while making a rock-on sign and kneeling on the ground in front of his four friends, James put up bunny ears behind you and Remus while smiling, Peter stood with one hand in his pocket and the other flipping off the camera as he laughed at Sirius, Remus put up a peace sign but couldn’t keep himself from looking at Sirius’ pose with a smile. You opted for finger guns and an exaggerated pout, earning more laughs from Peter and James.

“Okay. we took the picture, get the fuck back in the car I’m freezing my tits off!” Sirius all but screamed as he rushed back to the passenger seat.

“I told you to wear more layers” Remus responded, calmly making his way to the back seat. James threw his arms around you and Peter as you followed wolfstar, laughing as Sirius defended himself with “the sake of fashion”

#wolfstar #peter pettigrew x reader #marauders x reader #sirius black x reader #james potter x reader #remus lupin x reader #marauders x gn!reader #marauders imagine #marauders blurb #Spotify

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Always the Fool

Pairing: Draco x f!character

Warning: explicit language, mentions of SA and physical abuse .

Summary: Blaire is an intelligent RavenClaw with a broken heart. Draco is a loathsome Slytherin Prince with a familiar..stalker. With similar interests the two pair up for the Yule ball, hoping to find the solutions to their two very different problems.

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“Just be my date, Malfoy.”

The blonde-headed serpent stood before me, leaning against the nearest arch with irritability written on his face. The idea was, in fact, foolish, but I saw it as an absolute win. Pathetically, Pansy had been following Draco around like a dog begging for a chance with him at the Yule ball. I nearly barfed from secondhand embarrassment while watching her as his palm gripped her face, pushing her out of the way this morning.

I'll give it to her, though; the girl is committed to the things she wants.

Now my issue was a bit more... complex. I'd been violently broken up with by the prettiest boy of them all, Cedric Diggory. We were quite a pair, but from the looks of him and Cho Chang earlier, he's well acclimated... I guess.

The way I saw it, Malfoy needed an escape route, and I needed a reason for Cedric to return to me.

"Come on, Malfoy. It'll be fun for us to be gussied together, hm?" He rubbed his chin, the light catching the metal ring on his forefinger. "And you think Pansy will fuck off if we do this?" I nod, licking my lips. I check his words. He's only in this for himself. How ordinary of him.

I don't expect a solid answer from the boy, it's in his nature to be a total prick, but It's the reason it'd make my plan all the sweeter.

I had risked much in coming to Malfoy, but my desperation had kept me from sleeping. It swallowed the worry of my image and care of who saw me with Malfoy. The golden boy of the serpents of Slytherin, the forbidden fruit, the bad boy. He had many names, born from the broken hearts of different girls.

Merlin's beard.

I questioned my wisdom now as an intelligent Ravenclaw. Perhaps the hat had made a mistake in my first year because I'd abandoned all senses of logical thinking.

Destructive impulses and emotions are what remain.

A flick to my forehead unblurs my vision. I find those cold gray eyes.

"Did you hear a word of what I just said?" Sassy. That's what that was.

"Okay, ow." I started, rubbing my forehead. "And no I didn't." I pick at my nail at the sight of a loose cuticle as he repeats himself.

"I said I'm in and to wear green. It'll appear meaningful to wear my col-" I dismissed him with the wave of my hand.

"yeah, yeah I know the deal." I stepped forward, a breath away from his chest.

"Get ready to put on a show, Malfoy, because it's going to be a one night only."

A feline smirk rose on his lips, a subtle sign of his boyish innocence.

My fingers caress the green fabric at my waist. Draco suggested velvet, and I suggested he'd stop making suggestions. A gentle green strapless tulle dress, in no way conforming with the traditional style of the Yule ball, radiates the essence of springtime, the grass and warmth as I make some final touches in the mirror. The soft curls of my brunette tufts tickled my neck and shoulders. Perhaps navy blue isn't my color, as the green ascents my skin and natural beauty, which shined above all.

The idea is to be noticed above the countless shades of blue, black and white. Draco and I will stick out like a sore thumb, ready to stir up whispers.

"What the hell are you wearing?" The voice is almost as loathing as Pansy's. My roommate steps in line of the mirror, gussied up herself, and I spin around to face her. "Springtime Green." I hum, stepping into my heels. She crosses her arms, a skeptic expression on her face. "What?" I raise my hands as her stare lasers into my soul. "Something's going on." She tests and I school my expression into pure confusion. She's always been quite a skeptic, a logical thinker, a problem solver. I curse myself for every lie she manages to see through.

I jump at the howling wind of winter as it roars against the window of our room, angry at such a prominent shade of green.

"Who are you going to the Yule ball with, Blair?" Her head tilts, arms crossed.

I shrug my shoulders with a laughable smile as her eyes adjust in anger.

"Don't tell me...Malfoy?" I whip up a glass of water with unspoken magic and take a sip.

"Bingo! Only one guess too, how ravenclaw of you." She pinches her arched nose between her fingers.

"Because of Cedric?"

"Heartbreak makes us do wild things." I shrug.

"This reflects badly on our whole house, Blair. If it were another slytherin, fine have your way, but Malfoy? The biggest ass of them all? You're smarter than that."

"I'm booksmart, but love-" I only shrugged my shoulders once more. It was true. It'd look bad for the entire house. Ravenclaw don't fall into the arms of slytherin, but that wasn't what this was, even if it's going to appear that way. I'd explain to her one day what my agenda truly was as the door vibrated from an aggressive knock. She only shook her head and disappeared into the bathroom.

The click of my heels were loud as Draco appeared on the other side of the door, scanning my appearance with pursed lips and crossed arms.

How like him.

"It'll do." He ticked his tongue and strode down the hall calling out to me.

"Come on, we're going to be late." I scoffed, shutting the door.

How romantic.

I caught up to him, nearly rolling my ankles. "I think we should set some rules." He cuts into a belly laugh that echoes off the walls as we slow our pace down the stairs. "What happened to putting on a show, huh? Are you chickening out on me?" I ignore the quotation marks he puts up. "Not at all, just don't want you touching all over me Malfoy, I'm quite the charmer."

He scoffs. "Then you can forget getting your pussy of a hufflepuff back, k? That and you can deal with Pansy for the majority of the fucking ball." I check the scoff that nearly leaves my mouth.

He's right.

To actually reach Pansy, the most is required.

"Y'know I didn't think you'd say yes." We reach a platform, gripping the marble as the stairs shift, creating a new path.

I had pictured the conversation over and over in my head the night before I had even asked Malfoy to be my date, running through all of the possible scenarios that could have potentially happened. I expected a big fuck you along with a few degrading slurs. Malfoy and I weren't that close, but we learned to tolerate each other in potions.

A hint of a smile decorated his face. "You did well to surprise me, Blair. It was intriguing really, didn't think you'd be up to causing some trouble." I didn't bother to hide the smile I threw in his direction as he led us through the halls of silver and white, a relieving change from the stairs. His cold hand met my elbow pulling me to a stop as the roaring sound of chatter radiated just around the corner. "Remember we're putting on a show, so make it look real, yeah?" My breath, with suddenness, became uneven. The trouble this would cause, the drama, the tension, I couldn't entirely shake the nerves as Draco grabbed my hand, leading us around the corner and into the crowd.

It was Harry Potter, who tugged the sleeve of Hermione, who whispered into Ron's ear, the sight of us already stirring up drama. My hand ached as Draco tightened his hold, pulling me into him in response to the golden trio.

Draco always hated them.

I tagged it as jealousy. I mean, who wasn't jealous of the Harry Potter? He's the chosen one, drowning in fame and glory. For some reason, it drew a lot of hatred and envy out of Draco. But I would never say it aloud unless I wanted the taste of a slap across the cheek.

He led the two of us into the great hall, spotting an empty table.

We took note of both Pansy and Cedric's presence over by the dance floor, knee deep in conversations and laughter, but I decided to side those conversations for a bit, and fill my tummy with some delicious food and drinks.

Sliding into the chair, Draco kept a wary eye on the two. His intentions were clear, I could tell by his disgusted scowl. With a full plate of turkey and mashed potatoes I piled from the center of the table, my stomach croaked in hunger as I dug in.

Draco only fills a glass with pumpkin juice.

I roll my eyes. "Not hungry huh?" I groan in delight as I swallow my first bite. The turkey was seasoned with rosemary and wonderful spices made specially by the elves. I lick my fingers clean of the leftover seasoning. Ready to take another bite, Draco rips the turkey from my hand, throwing it back on the plate with a rumble from the porcelain plate.

"What's the plan here, Blair, Pansy is getting a little too anchored for my taste." I followed his disdain, discovering Pansy giving a seductive wave with eyes that pretty much shout fuck me. I had to cover my mouth to keep my snicker from slipping, earning a nasty side eye in response.

"You sure you don't want a piece of that? It'd be just another notch under your belt." I pat his shoulder and his chin snaps in my direction, brows tight with anger.

"Okay, maybe not." I murmured and sat back, only to be yanked to my feet with my arm nearly ripped from its socket.

"Time to dance." He smirked.

"But it's a slow song, I-" I failed miserably to finish my sentence.

"Even better, come on."

Groups of students parted like a wave. All eyes were on the two of us and I stood up straight, strutting with confidence, and accepting the gapes and gossip.

The dance floor was wide, and nearly empty as we found our place dead square in the middle. Standing across from each other, Draco dared to take a step closer, knowing I couldn't retaliate. In an instance our aromas intermingled, and smelt of peppermint and rosemary. A perfect pair. It was intoxicating as his hand wrapped itself around my waist, pulling me into his chest. My hands moved in sync, one rested on his shoulder, the other gripped his hand and we just swayed.

Ten minutes of it passed before Draco had cracked the stillness.

"Pansy looks pissed." He declares into my ear, tickling the skin that's there. I steal a glance towards Cedric across the floor who spins Cho at the slow beat of the music. The two gleamed with joy, and laughed with passion. I recognized it as something he and I hadn't had. It forced me to break my look which ultimately cracked a few pieces of my heart.

I rest my head on Draco's shoulder, unable to watch any longer, sighing into his dress robe. He senses my discomfort immediately and pulls back to look at me. "What is it?"

"Nothing he just..doesn't care." I shrugged, utterly accepting the bittersweet truth that Cedric Diggory was blinded by Cho Chang.

"I don't think he's seen you yet he's distracted." Draco's eyes softened as if he really cared.

"That's the thing, Draco. He's distracted by her. I've never seen such a smile show on his face." The tone of my voice dipped from heartache and he spun us around to sway again.

"Keep an eye on Pans-"

A shove broke our swaying apart.

"You sleazy bitch."

Oh god.

Pansy had made her move.

Her shove had been hard enough for my feet to slip from under me and my spine ached from the impact of the floor.

She stood over me, her heels pinning my dress to the floor.

"As if Cedric wasn't pretty enough for you. Now you have to come after what belongs to me?" My elbows elevated me as my expression was schooled into a repulsive scrunch. A small crowd gathered around us, Cedric and Cho stood at the front of it.

"You're a whore, Blair, always looking for attention. This year has only further proven it."

Before I could give her a piece of my mind, Draco butted in, shoving her back. "That's enough." He scowled.

"She's unfaithful, Draco, I mean come on she cheated on her boyfriend." Pansy's hands were flying in the air as she shouted those heinous words.

A thousand pound weight dropped on my shoulders at that as my skin turned ice cold.

it was out there in the open, for everyone to hear. An ugly lie. Professors and students gathered, the circle only grew, and all eyes were on me for a false accusation.

Pansy only had satisfaction in her eyes while mine blurred from tears.

I hadn't registered the speed at which I stood from the floor, ripped my dress, and pushed through the crowd to escape the confines of the circle. I couldn't bear to be there any longer as the memories pushed through, drowning me like a tide wave. Pansy had it all wrong and now my reputation had gone in the toilet along with the fraction of my soul that was healed.

The Clocktower.

It's been a place for me to find peace. No matter what I was hiding from this was where you'd find me.

"Blair."

Draco's voice was laced with softness as he stepped out of the shadows and into the moonlight.

"What are you wanting me to say, huh? You want me to say I cheated on Cedric? Believe it or not, everyone's got it wrong." Draco slid into the bench beside me, closer than expected.

"I don't care that you cheated on him."

"I did no such thing, Draco." I threw a nasty scowl over my shoulder. He revealed nothing in his expression as the light shone on his pale cheeks and I took the chance to explain my ugly truth.

"It was after a party, hosted by Hufflepuff. Cedric gave me the key to his room. He wasn't quite done with the party, so he and a few of his friends took off to merlin knows where with a bottle of alcohol. I was out of it and weakened. I hadn't shut the door to Cedric's room and Luke Romilly slipped in and..

"Fucking hell, y/n." Draco leaned back with doom in his eyes.

"Anyway, Pansy must have stopped by and saw. She jumped to the conclusion of infidelity and told Cedric. Waking up the following day was hell. It was his hands ripping me from the bed and dragging me out the door that left the bruises." I rubbed those healed scars on my arm, Draco wearily watched. "The memory of what happened came back later that day. All I remember was Luke's face and it was evil. And with what dignity I had left I tried to explain the truth after potions, but Cedric wouldn't listen."

"Pansy?" His question was clear.

"It was her. I hadn't spoken or heard of what happened until she blurted out a disfigured form of it tonight. I hadn't told anybody, and why would Luke? I wasn't in the right headspace to decipher anything. My friends knew that, and anyone who saw me knew that. His lies of us having consensual sex wouldn't have stuck." I shrugged my shoulders.

"Have you told a professor?"

"No one would believe me." I muttered, "Pansy made that concrete tonight. I just thought that if my truth wouldn't stand strong, you and I would. I'm sorry for dragging you into it."

He was silent.

I was silent.

The clock tower itself stood still.

He then leaned forward, squeezing my hand in reassurance.

"I believe you, darling." With that he stands, adjusting his jacket.

"And just what do you think you're doing?"

"I've got a date with Romilly." That makes me leap out of my seat in a panic, knowing what that meant and intercepted his path towards the stairs. "You can't do this, Malfoy. I don't need anything more to tarnish who I am." My palm laid flat on his chest, his heartbeat thumped with anger. "Let it go." I begged.

"I can't. I can't fathom the thought of anyone forcibly putting their hands on you. Taking advantage of you." His eyes darkened.

"Please don't.." Tears began to fall from my eyes. Terror was all I felt. With my accusation going around now I can't bear anything else. I could see the gears turning in his head as he gazed out the opening of the clocktower at the wonderous view of the school and the forest in the distance. His jaw clenched a handful of times before he responsed.

"Fine, but know this." He caught my face between his palms and the room slips away as his gaze demands my attention. I shivered at the thought that it was real. There was nobody to put on a show for. Our plan had miserably failed yet he's still here.

"I will never let anybody harm you. You're safe with me, Blair. Always."

I had never gotten lost in a kiss before, until now. Here. In the clocktower with him. The space between us caves into utter nothingness as I tasted him. It's a taste I'd never imagined to experience. A virus that infects my skin and sets me on fire with every nip and bite he offers at my lips.

An unexpected pair, born from utter failure. Yet at the same time, born from truth, acceptance and faith in my word. Draco had been called many ugly names, but it was a mask he'd blocked his true self with. Despite his ill reputation and distaste for everyone, he was the only one who believed me.

The only one who truly listened.

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forecast0ctopus · 2 months

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as a longtime star trek enjoyer and recent doctor who inductee YES PLEASE do watch it if you get the chance!!! haven't been able to watch any of the classic episodes as of yet sadly but i definitely plan on it, and the newer episodes one of my roommates started me on are so wonderful and delightfully campy. definitely reminded me of the og star trek except a bit more unhinged (but in a different way than star trek, idk exactly how to explain it,, maybe it's just me wanting to relate two things i enjoy immensely but the bottom line being i think you'd really like it too. rrrghhhrgghggh)

ive watched a handful of episodes, some of doctors nine and ten but like......way back in 2013. full disclosure i didnt much like it back then but also again i was like 13 so mayhaps ill have to give it a try again....... id probably like the classic ones from what ive seen they look corny as hell and i love that. also the stuff coming out of the most recent season looked pretty fun!!

its definitely not off the table at all but taking into consideration my pretty one track mind that is currently trying to work through star trek (christ. im enjoying it but god there is so much) it is still a ways away.

OH also i have seen emo colin morgan episode of doctor who because. as a merlin fan i had to

#ask #brinkle-brackle

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hotchocolatewithsex · 6 months

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Ok i need to go insane about an almost forgotten TV show for a bit

Its BBC's Atlantis, If you know it im in love with you kissing you on the lips. if you dont, let me convert you.

Heavy spoiler warning if you care abt that, but its only 2 series, watch it this afternoon and come back :D

First for all my Trekkie pals, Alexander Siddig is in it, he plays King Minos. beareded, a wife guy, kinda a dilf. pop off.

Secnd, this is again playing to those who care about Actors and Celebs- ANYA TALOR-JOY plays Cassandra. Yes, a young Taylor-joy playing the casiical Cassandra. the prophet noone beleves. shes fucking amazing (duh) but you have to stick aroung till S2.

Ok and now moving on to the actuall show, our mc is a himbo 'real worlder' Jason (Of the Argonaut) sent back in time to the ancinet city of Atlantis. He then, runs naked across a beach, steals some clothes from fishermen, fights a two headed dragon, is chased by Palace Gards, and meets Pythogoras

"The triangle guy" yes. the one from first year maths. and his Roommate Herculease.

this all (and more, lots more) happen whithin the first 10 mins of the first epp.

If you are thinking about Merlin in this, i dont blame you. It is a blantet Merlin profit chaser and had a lot of the same people work on it.

BUT

IT HAS A CANNON GAY RELATION SHIP

yep.

those of you who care about mythology stop reading now (if you havnt allready) beacuse the ship is Pythogoras and Icarus.

Even as im wrighting i cant beleve what im saying, BUT IT IS.

Icarus son od Deadalus, is young, dumb and SO sad and Gay for PYTHAGORAS the maths guy. It is the friends th=o lovers, betrayal to love, story arc that you dare not beleve is cannot BUT IS (in the very last epp., BUT THATS MORE THAN YOU MERLIN BITCHES GOT)

Im gonna come back to this post (not that anyone is gonna read it) when i think of more to say but this show is INSANE and i love it watch it NOW NOW NOW

love and peace, have a great night x

#atlantis uk tv #bbc atlantis

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blackberrysummerblog · 1 year

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For WIP Wednesday I thought I’d post a scene from a Snowbaz AU I’ve been writing where the Crucible marries mages rather than assigning roommates. Simon and Baz are 20 and were surprise!married by the Crucible a short while before this snippet is set. Baz has been trying to keep an emotional distance because he still believes he and the Mage’s Heir are meant to kill each other, but he’s not managing it so well, as can be seen here when Simon tries to sneak an illicit midnight snack :P

Simon

I spy the butter and have it out before I even know what I’m thinking. In the group homes I used to spoon great mounds of it into my mouth whenever I was the first one down to breakfast and there was no one to see me embarrassing myself; I’m never the first one awake in the House of Pitch, but now it’s late and there’s no one in the kitchen. Working fast, I peel back the foil and take an enormous bite. It’s heaven: relief floods through me as tension I didn’t know I’d been carrying releases. Baz’s family has the best-tasting butter ever.

I jump at the loud groan behind me. “Please tell me you’re sleepwalking, Snow,” Baz says from across the kitchen, and I hastily shove the butter back on its shelf, my cheeks burning. There’s going to be teeth prints in it for sure; maybe I can sneak back down and slice off the ruined bit before his family finds out. There’s no way I’m here only a week and don’t get blamed for the sudden appearance of bite marks in the butter—come to that, I wouldn’t put it past Baz’s father to obtain my dental records if I denied it.

Baz shoulders me away from the still open refrigerator and takes the butter out; I want to die. Maybe I should pretend I was sleepwalking. “Baz, I—”

He shakes his head at me and steps over to the counter, slicing away the bitten chunk with a knife. Wordlessly, he holds it out, waving his hand at me when I hesitate. “Snow,” he says softly, no trace of accusation in his voice.

“I know I’m revolting,” I mutter, humiliation scalding my face and down my neck to my chest. Baz wags his hand again and when I step nearer him, he holds the piece of butter to my lips.

“Have it,” he says. “Do you think you’d like some toast? I was going to make myself a piece anyway.”

I take the butter but don’t put it in my mouth. “Baz.”

“What?” He’s opening a loaf of bread and taking out two slices. He glances up at me, but when I don’t say anything, he turns to the toaster. I hastily shove the pat of butter into my cheek and wipe my fingers against my pajama bottoms. I can’t help staring at Baz’s back. Even tired and mussed from sleep, he’s a sight to behold. He doesn’t belong with a mess like me.

“I’m sorry about the butter,” I say when he turns back to face me.

Baz winces. “Don’t apologize to me for what you like to eat, Simon,” he says. He looks almost pained.

“You don’t think it’s disgusting?”

Suddenly, his expression shifts. “Taking on a block of butter as though it were a chocolate bar, Snow?—it’s absolutely shocking. But you,”—Baz grabs me by the waist and sweeps me up onto the counter, how is he this strong—“are absolutely adorable.” He kisses the tip of my nose.

“Baz!” Bracing my hand against his chest, I push him back to look properly into his face. He’s laughing, and Merlin, he’s gorgeous. “I’m serious.”

“So am I.” His hands curl around my jaw, thumbs tracing slow, small circles against the side of my face. “Snow, when we’re old and fat and have troublingly high cholesterol levels, I’ll worry about your butter-snarfing habits. Right now you can eat a block a day and I’ll fight anyone who gives you guff about it, all right?”

The toast pops. Baz spreads a thick layer of butter over each piece and hands me one, a little smile playing around his mouth as I take a huge bite. “I told you I grew up in group homes,” I say while chewing, watching Baz nibble the corner of his toast. He nods. “You’d never make it taking your time like that,” I add, shoveling the rest of my toast into my mouth.

“Had to be fast, did you?” Baz breaks his toast in the middle and hands me half.

“There just wasn’t ever enough, really. Definitely nothing nice like what we got at Watford, or like you have here.”

Baz tilts his head and breaks his toast in two again when I finish. He passes me half of his half. “What we have here. It’s yours now, too, Snow-Pitch.”

I stuff the toast in my mouth and wave my hand as he breaks his piece again. “Don’t. I’ve eaten all your toast.”

“You can always eat all my toast.” Smiling, Baz pushes the piece into my hand and pops the last remaining crumbs into his mouth. “Do you want any more?”

I shake my head slowly. I hadn’t expected him to understand about the homes, but he caught on right away. He’s smart—so smart, how would I ever have defeated him? (And what if I still have to try? I don’t want to, even if all of magic depended on it.)

“Come on, then,” Baz says, taking my hand and tugging me down onto my feet. He’s pressed against me, holding me pinned against the counter, and I risk skating my hands up along his sides. I wish...I don’t know what I wish. When I meet his eyes, he’s just looking at me. Seeing me. It’s a little terrifying.

Baz

He looks terrified. I back away reluctantly (I want to kiss him. He’ll taste like butter and toast and only everything I’ve ever wanted) and return the butter block to the fridge. There’s more than enough left for breakfast, and the children prefer clotted cream, anyway.

Snow is quiet on the way back upstairs, although he holds my hand as he leads the way. Maybe he’s embarrassed about showing me so much of himself. I turn an image over in my mind: the rolly, dirt-faced urchin I’d seen years ago in oversized hand-me-downs, staring at all the pastries he wanted and couldn’t have. I didn’t know what want looked like, then; how could I have?—no. I did know, but not in the same ways as Simon. I wanted my mother back, the grief so sharp and slicing on some days that I thought the vampires must have left their teeth in me. I wanted comfort, though Fiona tried hard to pick up the slack from my father, and later on there was Daphne, doing her best. And then I wanted Snow, an ache that still breaks me open and turns me in on myself almost constantly.

I didn’t want for the basics, though, and I was well-cared for. Simon was emotionally deprived, and had to worry about keeping body and soul together on top of it. I think about the butter, the sheer caloric heft of it; his body instinctively craved it to ensure he had enough fat and calories to survive, and now it’s a comfort, a coping mechanism. Does he need to cope, here? Does he feel alone?

“Simon,” I say outside our bedroom door, and he lets me cup his face in my hands. (I shouldn’t kiss him here; there’s never any telling where Mordelia is).

“Yeah?”

I don’t know. I never don’t know what to say, but I don’t know now. That’s what this tawny-skinned nightmare does to me. I kiss the mole just above his left eyebrow. “Nothing. Let’s get some sleep.”

Snow curls up in the middle of the bed, covers kicked off and one hand stretched out toward me. I trace around his fingers, touching the webbing of each and then stroking every one of his knuckles in turn. He makes a sound that might be my name, or nothing at all, just some little noise against the pillow, and I twine my fingers with his at last. Moments later, his heart rate slows and I hear him start to snore.

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skydawng · 6 months

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till death eats us apart..

this story is about Y/n who is a half blood.she becomes accepted into hogwarts and dangerously enough falls in love with a malfoy...what makes it worse is that her brother harry potter is a target. yeah, you heard me right. what will happen in draco and Y/n's love story?.. or will it go down in flames? will draco's family ever accept her?..what about voldemort?..find out now..

you step into the great hall and everyone is ready to be sorted into there houses..

Professor Mcgonagall appears upfront with a scroll in her hands as she gets ready to speak.

"Welcome children to hogwarts! I am Professor Mcgonagall, and you all today will be sorted into you houses. There are griffindor, hufflepuff, ravenclaw, and slytherin.."

after her speech the sorting ceremony went by pretty fast...each kid getting there needed houses and sitting at there table...

"HARRY POTTER!" everyone turns to your brother after Mcgonagall yelled the next name..

you watch your brother walk up to the stool and sit down. tons of murmurs could be heard. You could hear your brother have a conversation about slytherin and thats when the sorting hat yelled, "GRIFFINDOR!"

everyone at the griffindor table clapped and harry gave you a reassuring smile before going to sit down. "Y/n POTTER!"

all eyes turn to you as more murmurs are heard..you walk upto the stool and sit down.

(your POV)

i sit down and feel nervous, "first time eh?" i look at the sorting hat on my head. "what?" the sorting hat laughs. "i said first time?" i look down. "yeah.." i feel the sorting hat move around my head. "don't worry! there's no pressure. besides, your brother already got his turn!"..i just sit there patiently.

(NAR. POV)

the sorting hat mumbles about your traits until it comes up with its answer. "SLYTHERIN!!"

everyone looks surprised. you duck your head down in embarrassment from all the attention...you hear the slytherin table clap as you sit.

when you sit down your arm gets nudged by a platinum haired boy. He looks amused as he starts to speak. "are you potters sister? like, actually sister?" he says with a cocky grin.

you look at him confused and then start to speak. "yes..why?". he smiling and laughs before scooting closer.

"i'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. who are you?". You look at him and scoot away a little. "Potter, Y/n potter." you say mocking his tone. His smirk falls when you mock him but quickly returns.

"do you have a weird looking mark on your forehead like him to?" you hear him snicker from saying that.Before he could say anything else you stood up and picked a different seat at the table. away from him.

after the feast was over the upperclass slytherins showed us to our common room and that's when i went to pick my dorm.

as you walk into a empty dorm you look around. you found it pretty comfy and decided to take this one. when you walk into the room a girl surprise hugs you.

(your PoV)

i get startled as the girl hugs me by surprise. i quickly push her off. "don't do that! where did you even come from!" I straightened my robes and look at her. "sorry! i didnt mean to scare you! i'm your roommate!". I look at her confused, "roommate? we have a roommate?"

I say and she laughs. "yeah silly! don't you pay attention?!. i'm Astoria greengrass! who are you?". I watch as she extends her hand for me to shake it. "i'm Y/n Potter. it's nice to meet you."

She gasps and squeals excitedly. "Oh my merlin! your harry potters sister! i'm so happy to meet you to! My parents have told me a lot about you and your brother! i can't believe we're roommates!" She continues to ramble on and I walk past her to sit on one of the beds.

(NAR. PoV)

as the night continues you and Astoria talk about random things and start to become friends. eventually you remember that you forgot your wand on the table in the common room. You tell Astoria that you'll be back and head to get your wand.

it was dark in the hallway but you managed to find the common room and get your wand. "Lumos" you say and you can see.

when you turn around to head back to your shared dorm with Astoria you bump into someone.

(Draco's PoV)

"watch it you half-blood! don't you know how to see when walking?!" It takes me a minute to realize that it's Y/n. "what are you doing up Pottah? practicing on being clumsy? well it's working!" I laugh at my words but she shoves past me. "i could say the same thing to you to malfoy! now buzz off. i'm going back to my dorm!". I stand there watching her walk off. I smile to myself.

(your PoV)

I give an annoyed sigh as i walk in the dorm and close the door. Astoria looks at me confused, "what's wrong Y/n? did something happen?". She watches me sit on my bed and sigh as i get under the covers. "no im fine Astor..just ran into some boy..". I cover myself and turn the lights out. "OoOoOo~" I throw a pillow at Astoria, "NO!". She giggles and lays in her bed.

"alright, alright!. goodnight Y/n!" She turns on her side. "goodnight Astor..."

(NAR. Pov)

you close your eyes and fall asleep. it's gonna be a long first year...

(Arthur's note)

thank you for reading chapter one! this is not as detailed but i did at least try and i'll post the next part soon! please leave a comment on what you thought!

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finchpost · 7 months

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Okay okay, hello people of tumblr I have come to you with a gift (literally just my brain vomiting onto your page). My stupid bitch (lovingly) roommate got me into Merlin and now I have to go about meticulously analyzing and rating random episodes I like and their execution. As one does.

BBC Merlin S4E2 Spoilers…

🛑🛑🛑🛑🛑🛑🛑🛑🛑🛑🛑🛑🛑🛑

Okay. So S4E2, The Darkest Hour Pt. 2, yeah? Yeah. The to-be round table going off to seal the split between worlds. Arthur is gonna sacrifice himself. Merlin like “oh no no no, you’re not going to be more self sacrificial than me” and Lancelot like: 🙋🏻‍♂️.

So that being said, I’m here to rate the Lancelot death episode (#1 apparently we haven’t gotten to #2 I accidentally spoiled myself in looking up the episode number sob) based upon the general execution and foreshadowing. I’ll be mentioning previous material briefly but not really in any detail so, off we go!

I knew probably 20 minutes in that Lancelot was going to bite the dust honestly. I called that shit and I’m indescribably proud of it. Which brings me to my first point.

1. The death was not completely out of left field.

No. It was not. The entire episode was Lancelot’s character arc being wrapped up in a nice little bow. We see him getting over Gwen fully, he gets knighted (literally his entire life goal) and on top of it all he’s privy to Merlin’s WHOLE ENTIRE SECRET. And let’s be real here they would not so flippantly allow a character to know the whole thing without plans on killing them off immediately after… can’t let Merlin have anyone to confide in other than Gaius now can we? Plus Kilgharrah literally describes all the traits that Lancelot wanted to embody and then pretty much states that he’ll be tested upon those soon. Like?? We knew a blood sacrifice was necessary so if you’re looking hard enough conclusions can be easily drawn.

2. It wasn’t absolutely heart breaking (no tears on my end)

I enjoyed how the death itself was executed. He literally gets cut away from and then suddenly he’s heroically stepping into the rift between worlds. No bloody stabbing, no horrible death, very concise. Really the following funeral was more heartbreaking. I personally enjoy that. Idk about anyone else. But this is my rating so ☺️.

3. The funeral

It was emotional, it cemented Lancelot’s legacy just how he always wanted it to, and is basically the story of how he’s told in myth. It’s the ultimate conclusion to his character arc.

So.

Honestly.

10/10

Will I be mad when we watch the next episode and he returns after that nice wrap up to his arc? Yeah. Probably. I’d be surprised if I’m not lmao.

RIP Merlin’s #1 FWB. You will be missed. I hope they don’t use your corpse for evil (they will) 😔.

#bbc merlin #merthur #ratings #lancelot #merlin spoilers

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lonesomedotmp3 · 1 month

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teeeee 🫶 i was going to send this earlier but i got really stressed out by the supergirl episode i had on and i paused it and fell asleep… it happens!!!! anyway happy birthday yayyy i know your day is like. almost over but i hope you enjoy the rest of it and no one bothers you and everyone is really niceys… and i hope your shitty roommates die and that text message guy falls into a sewer and is eaten by rats and i hope all your friends realize how lucky they are to get to be around you etc!! it’s not fair that we’re separated by the ocean if i was there i would have stopped all that shit that’s annoying you!!!!! but i digress!! still so utterly absolutely grateful to get to know you in this limited internet based capacity you are like one of the most beautiful lights in my life for real… in many ways it’s like the atoms we’re consisted of were once right next to each other in a dying star. 🩷 i love watching tv shows with you even though we have never found a way to coordinate an actual joint viewing (blaming that one on the time difference of it all!!!!) and i loveeee it when you watch or read something at my recommendation and you have all the same reactions i had it’s like we have a soul bond fr… gonna take one second to say again that you should watch supergirl…. and i love watching things that you recommended because you always just Get Me in a way not many people seem to…. anyway i love being your friend i love that your birthday is the day after my bbc merlin anniversary i love that we both have birthdays on the 18th i love watching old ass tv shows with you i love you <3 and i’m going to watch cloak and dagger soon i promise i just accidentally got really caught up in books for a couple weeks there i need to balance my media intake better and then i’ll watch it!!! ok bye xoxo love beth

also how crazy is it that pope gif is literally the most i’ve seen of season 3. me when a show was so fucking bad i couldn’t even watch its latest season despite being completely obsessed and in love with it back in the days of season 1….. pate bros kill yourselves and all that

oh beth 🖤🖤🖤 you are so important to me and my life we really seriously are soul bonded... our born on the 18th swag <3 that is so nice to hear whenever I watch a film I love I'm always like I'm not sure who will Understand this like I do EXCEPT... you always get it 🫂 I promise I will watch some supergirl I just need to find it somewhere I don't think it's easily available in the uk so I might have to dl the first season it'll be a whole thing. I mean really it's not that crazy I'm just lazy sorry <33 and I hope u love cloak and dagger fr I might rewatch it soon... heterosexual love is so beautiful... ANYWAY. I love you 🖤🖤 when we watch lost season two it's going to go crazy even if it's bad we'll be in it together we'll get silly with it ok 🫶

#and re: obx i literally have not seen anything of it except that gif i swear... seasons that don't even exist in my beautiful mind...#absolute madness that obx is what brought us to each other though. we'll always have to give it that!! 🫶🫂🫂#ask tag #katnissgirlsmakedo #AND. crazy the closest we came to a joint viewing is when we watched the merlin finale... maybe we're too traumatised from that...#you still having to just go about your day afterwards was so bonkers u were so ridiculously strong for that...

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julerry · 8 months

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𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇

PAIRING :: Mattheo Riddle x Malfoy!Reader.

WARNINGS :: swearing, snogging, alcohol consuming, mentions of sex.

SUMMARY :: You and Mattheo have been friends ever since you met him on the Hogwarts Express for your first year at Hogwarts. Ever since that day, you two have been inseparable, to the point there were rumours of you two dating.

NOTE :: this is my first harry potter fic, so please don’t come at me if things don’t make sense! but I’m extremely obsessed with Mattheo so I decided to write a Mattheo x Y/N fic!! also, I want this to be a one shot, unless you guys want a part two. Also, in this Mattheo and the Malfoys are not related !! Hope you enjoy reading this x

WORD COUNT :: 1.1k

You and Pansy were in the Slytherin Common Room, just chatting about random things. And Pansy started rambling about Draco. You weren’t listening, you were zoned out with your face in the palms of your hands, just lost in thought.

You felt someone plop down next to you, and that’s when you snapped out of thought. “Hey, Matty.” You said, smiling at him as he snaked his arm around your waist.

“Hello, little witch.” He said as he kissed the side of your head. Little witch was a nickname Mattheo had given you when you two first met, so he decided to continue calling you it. Meanwhile, Pansy was still blabbering on and on about Draco. “Merlin, Pansy. Can you please stop blabbering about my menace of a half-brother?” You said, a sigh of exhaustion leaving your lips.

You then heard a laugh from beside you, and turned to see it was Mattheo. “Oh, just shut up, Riddle.” You said, crossing you arms as you huffed, slumping back in your seat.

An owl flew in through the window and and gave you a letter, you opened it but quickly dropped it in your lap as the letter formed into a lip shaped piece of paper. “Y/n Malfoy! I’m so disappointed in you! How could you lose the quidditch world cup! I am utterly disappointed in you, young lady!” The voice coming through the piece of paper was just like your mothers, and with every yell you jumped in your seat.

She continued yelling at you before the piece of paper turned towards Pansy. “And Pansy, sweetie, I’m so glad you and Draco are happy together! Have a lovely summer, darling.” She said in a loving tone and you just rolled your eyes, the piece of paper turned towards you again and shredded into pieces.

You groaned and grabbed the shredded pieces of paper and clenched them in your fist before dropping them into your robe.

“She’s clearly got favourites of the family, even though Draco isn’t her kid.” Mattheo muttered from beside you, you turned to him, letting out an almost shaky sigh. “Don’t even mention it.” You said as you rested your head back on Mattheo’s shoulder.

You looked over at the couch Pansy was sitting on and watched Draco sit down next to her, his arm draping over the back of her shoulders. “Mum just wrote, she’s oh so happy about you and Pansy.” You said with an annoyed smile on your face and Draco snickered.

“I think I’m going to head to my dorm.” You said as you stood up but you were quickly puller back down. “Leaving so soon, are we?” Mattheo asked, with that smirk you hated so much.

The other boys of your group joined and sat on the couches, you sighed and decided you would stay for a little longer as you genuinely had nothing else to do, and knowing your roommates, they’d probably still be in the slytherin common room.

“Let’s play a game.” Mattheo suggested with a small smirk, everyone turned towards him and you raised an eyebrow. “What type of game?” Pansy asked, causing the smirk on Mattheo’s face to grow.

“It’s a mix of truth or dare and spin the bottle.” This made you chuckle, everyone in your group of friends agreed to the game. “and if you don’t answer the question or do a dare, you drink.” Mattheo added as he pulled out an empty bottle and a full one that had some sort of alcohol in it.

“I’ll go first.” Draco said as he spun the bottle and it landed on Pansy. “Truth or dare, Pansy?” He asked with an evil grin on his face you could tell he had a trick or two up his sleeve. “Truth.”

A small chuckle escaped Draco’s lips as her turned to face her. “Have you hooked up with anyone here?” He asked her, you being Pansy’s friend, you knew the answer.

Pansy’s eyes slightly widened and she nodded. “Yes.” You weren’t expecting her to actually answer the question. But you slumped back in your chair and crossed your arms over your chest again.

You watched as the continued, but each time you were asked a truth you drank, you weren’t in the mood to spill all your secrets. Some of the dares were wild, so you pretty much drank through out the whole game.

You watched as the bottle spun, and it landed on you. You looked up to see it was Mattheo was spun the bottle. “Truth or dare, y/n/n?” He asked, a grin displayed on his face. “Dare.” You responded, your head a bit tilted as you gazed at him.

“Kiss the most attractive person here.” He said, and your eyes slightly widened. In your drunken state, you didn’t think and leaned in to kiss Mattheo. You could feel the stares burning into your skull but you didn’t care, your arms wrapped around Mattheo’s neck and you felt his grip on your waist slightly tightening.

You slowly pulled away and everyone around you had gone quiet, Mattheo looked at you with a small smirk as his thumb glided across your bottom lip.

You cleared your throat before sitting up straight once again, you spun the bottle and it landed on Draco and a devilish smirk cast upon your face. “Truth or dare?” You asked and he responded with a bland “Truth.”

“When was the last time you had sex?” You asked, still recovering from the kiss you had just experienced, though you hid it pretty well with taht smirk on your face.

“Last night.” He responded again with his bland tone. You could hear Pansy’s gasp and you turned towards her. Well, from what you gathered, Draco was a cheating cunt. But before anything extreme happened, you grabbed Mattheo’s hand and ran up away from the drama.

“Where we we going, princess?” He asked as he followed behind you. You walked up the stairs to the boys’ dorms and turned around to look at Mattheo. “Your dorm..” You said, looking up at him for a moment before using your wand to open his dorm room.

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arm around your waist again. He placed his free hand on your neck, his thumb caressing your jawline.

His eyes were looking down at your lips, slowly leaning in again. You placed your hands on either side of his face and pulled him into a kiss. You could feel his smirk against your lips and it made you smile widely.

#mattheo riddle #mattheo x you #mattheoxreader #harry potter fic #malfoy y/n #draco malfoy #pansy parkinson

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