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Can I request Agatha fucking R with her strap and overstimulating her? Reader misses this phrase in middle of the sex “Fuck… Mommy! … Oh my, I’m so sorry, it just… slipped out…?”

Enchanted Gifts ~Mommy!Agatha Harkness xFem Witch!Reader ~Holiday Bingo

Summary— Reader and Agatha host a Secret Santa, and the Reader gets Agatha a special gift. Agatha can’t wait to put it to use… Anon Response—Hey hey anon!! Thank you for the request! I would love to write this, Agatha could always use more content. Enjoy! ♥️

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Prompt— Secret Santa/Gift Exchange

#52. “Fuck… Mommy! … Oh my, I’m so sorry, it just… slipped out…?”

Warnings: NSFW, smut, strap-on use, strap fucking, rough sex, overstimulation, mommy kink, enchanted strap, magic use, etc.

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Your quaint little cottage that you shared with Agatha was hustling and bustling with many witches tonight. It was your annual Witchy Gift Exchange tonight, and you were hosting this year. It wasn’t a massive group, but it was a substantial group of some of the most talented Magic users.

Your finger foods were disappearing at an extremely fast rate, as everyone chattered away.

You always loved this tradition. Every year, you would all get to together and exchange presents. Who would get who a gift was determined two weeks prior. But the best part was the gifts. It was always so chaotic and funny. Any gift was on the table. Funny, embarrassing, sexy, expensive, cheap, as long as it was a gift.

This year you had drawn Agatha by coincidence. And you had found the perfect gift for her…

Eventually, everyone settled together in the living room and the gift giving began. This usually took a couple hours, and this years gifts were just as on point as usual. You got a herbal remedy from one of your witch girlfriends, a younger witch who was a herbologist as heart. You thanked her and the exchange continued.

Finally, it was Agatha’s turn. You handed her your gift with a slight smirk. Agatha quirked her brows and chuckled as she took the gift from you. She opened the gift and her lips quirked up into a mischievous smile.

“I should have known…” she teased, picking up and showing off a brand new, deep purple strap.

The women all oohd and aahd, but weren’t too phased, and so the game continued. But for the rest of the game, Agatha couldn’t keep her eyes off of you. It was like she was undressing you with her gaze. And she held the strap in her hand the entire time.

When the gift exchange was over and all the guests had left, Agatha wasted no time in colliding her lips into yours. She kissed you passionately and with dominance, pushing and pinning you against her cottage door.

“Agi wait—” you squeaked, as Agatha picked you up and threw you over her shoulder with ease.

She carried you and the strap directly into your shared bedroom. She threw you on the bed, muttering a spell before all your clothes and hers as well repeated. You shivered slightly in the newly exposed cold air. But it didn’t take long for you to forget that, as you watched Agatha strap up and pounce on top of you on the bed.

Before you could get out what you wanted to say, Agatha thrusted inside you with a shit eating grin. You both let out howls of pleasure. This was the biggest you’d ever taken.

“Shit Baby—!!” Agatha screamed, feeling everything in the strap as if it were apart of her body.

“Fuuuuck…! I tried… to tell you Agi—!!” You groaned, “Oh fuck, sss so big, so thick…”

The thickness and length of the strap was making you dizzy. You’d never felt so full. It was stretching you so well.

Agatha looked at you as if she didn’t believe you.

“You enchanted it, and just forgot to tell me…? Oh sure…” she chuckled, before grabbing your hips and thrusting out and back into your hard.

“Holy FUCK AGI—!!!”

Agatha groaned, which then turned into a laugh as she watched you spasm in pleasurable pain. She then began to fuck you fast and with a ruthless pace. The sound of the skin slapping alone made you so close to the edge already.

“Didn’t mean to… tried to tell you…!” You mumbled as she fucked you with no mercy.

But Agatha wasn’t having it. It was more fun to fuck you hard for not telling her anyway. Intentional or not.

You were sure that your skin would bruise from her hands, but your mind had drifted too far to care about that.

The woman then hooked one of your legs above her shoulder, her strap hitting a brand new found spot inside you, making you squirm and scream in pleasure.

“Fuck… Mommy!!!” You howled as she plowed into you.

You gasped and expected Agatha to stop and be surprise by your words, but quite the opposite happened. No, she al stated to fuck you harder and with a wicked smirk.

“Oh my, I’m so sorry, it just… slipped out…?” You squeaked immediately.

Agatha shook her head and chuckled darkly.

“Come on… don’t pretend you don’t want to call me Mommy…” she rasped wickedly, not relenting in her pounding.

You were trembling, as a new wave of intense pleasure coursed through you with Agatha’s words. You shuddered and tried to say something, but all you could do was nod and groan loudly.

“Awwww, poor baby… Is mommy fucking you so good…?” Agatha jeered.

You nodded your head, unable to form words at this point. Your mind completely blanked out.

Agatha chuckled.

“Sweet girl… didn’t know what you were getting yourself into when you bought this for me, hmmmm…? I can feel everything, your walls fluttering and so much more… and you feel so good.” she rasped.

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But You’re Friction

Chapter 2 of ‘treacherous’

Pairing: Remus Lupin x fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Weeks passed, and each one seemed better than the last.

The connection Remus had made for you with the herbologist was a perfect match, come to find out. You got along with Nemora incredibly well, not only in the work sense but personally as well. She was a sweet, older woman with insanely untamable hair and an equally indomitable spirit. Her fire and passion for not only herbology, but the ways in which magical plants could be used for the good of everyone, inspired you entirely.

When she found out you had a similar desire for good, she hired you immediately and put you to work just as quickly. Not that you’d complain; it was nice to have something to do with your days, especially when that something felt more like a fun hobby than work. It was delightful, to say the least.

You were wandering Diagon Alley during one of your days off when things seemed to get even better.

You looked into the shop window, noticing that everything was run down. It hurt to see all of the shops that used to be so lively end up reduced to nothing. But one of your favorite places for a quick meal was back up and running, and you were glad for it.

You meandered around the street, nearing your destination, when a familiar voice called your name. You turned, your face lighting up, when you saw him.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

Remus shrugged. “Just fancied a walk, I guess. What are you doing here? Isn’t much to see, is there?”

You shook your head. “No, there isn’t. It’s so sad.”

He hummed in agreement, nearing you.

“But,” you continued, "a place I’ve always loved that has the best coffee and sandwiches in the world is back up and running now.”

“And what would that be?”

“Have you been to Flora’s?”

He shook his head. “I haven’t.”

“Have you eaten yet?” you asked, checking your watch. Just about noon. “It’s lunchtime now, you know.”

He smiled softly. “Is this an invitation?”

“Only if you say yes,” you added with a cheeky smile.

“I’d be honored,” he nodded.

You smiled again, taking his arm, leading him towards the small restaurant. You made some small talk, sure to thank him for the job recommendation while you were at it.

He opened the door for you when you got to Flora’s, more than willing to let you lead the way in the unfamiliar space. You got in the short line, explaining various sandwiches to him, though ultimately he made you choose for him, claiming he was ‘too overwhelmed’ by the choices. You laughed to yourself, ordering two of the same, though leaving it up to him to pick a drink for himself.

Just as you were about to hand over the money for it all, he shoved your hand out of the way, getting to it first.

You shook your head, leading him to a table by the window.

“You shouldn’t have done that. It was supposed to be my treat to you.”

“We never established that; I think it’s only fair that whoever is the first to get to it should pay,” he said, sitting across from you.

“Entirely not fair. I dragged you here, after all.”

“You didn’t drag me, I agreed to have lunch with you. There’s a difference, you know?”

You made a small noise of disappointment, looking out into the street. A small family passed by, with the toddler swinging from his parents’ hands. You smiled at them, your chin falling into your palm.

“What is it?” Remus asked, noticing your gaze. He looked to where you did, a matching smile on his face. “Ah.”

“That’s so sweet,” you said, watching as they turned the corner. “Have you ever considered that?”

He raised a brow. “What? A family?”

You nodded your head. “Yeah. You seem like the type.”

“I don’t know,” he said, fiddling with his hands. “I suppose I’ve thought about it. I don’t know if it’s for me, though. Nobody has ever seemed to really… Click.”

“Click?”

He nodded. “That connection, the right kind, that would… I don’t know. Feel right. It just hasn’t happened with anyone yet, I suppose.”

“Really? I, for one, have been convinced that you and Siri are secretly together.”

He laughed. “Ah, well. Maybe in another lifetime, but certainly not this one. He is a charmer, though, isn’t he?”

“He sure is,” you said with a small laugh. “I’m shocked he stayed on my parents’ good side, him flirting with their twenty-year-old daughter. Ridiculous man.”

He laughed. “He finds a way to sneak his way into everyone’s heart, even if they don’t want it.”

“It’s a talent, really.”

He hummed, nodding in agreement. You got up a moment later when the barista called your name, taking up your latte and his tea. You set the mugs down on the table, then took your seat again.

“I’ve never had tea here. You’ll have to tell me how it is,” you said, then started blowing gently on the liquid in your own mug. You tried taking a sip, but it was far too hot. “Ugh. I just want my drink.”

He snorted a laugh at the sour look on your face. “Patience is a virtue, you know?”

“One I don’t often have,” you noted with a raise of your brows. “On the plus side, it smells delightful.”

“It does. I can smell it from here,” he said, taking in a deep inhale. “I’m afraid I should probably stay away from caffeine, though, after the three cups I’ve had this morning.”

“Ooh,” you said, “rough night?”

“Long night,” he corrected. “I was up for far too long, enraptured by a book I picked up last week.”

You smiled. “You read often?”

“As often as I can allow time for.”

“Nice,” you nodded. “I’d like to have a large home library myself one day. Even on days I don’t feel like reading much, just the presence of books surrounding me is calming, I think. We always had plenty of old books in my home growing up.”

“I don’t have the largest library, but I do have a shelf full,” he said, looking from his tea to you. “Maybe one day I can have you over to peruse. Or, just sit next to them, if you really please.”

You chuckled. “An enticing offer. I may just take you up on it sometime.”

He merely smiled to himself, looking back out the window.

Weeks passed, and Remus found himself at 12 Grimmauld Place, head in his hands at the dining room table as Sirius talked at him. Sirius was convinced that joining the Order wasn’t a big deal for his ‘sunshine girl’. Remus disagreed.

“Are you sure about this?” Remus asked in a small voice.

Sirius nodded. “You aren’t? You know she’d be phenomenal. I’m sure with all her parents have done for me, Dumbledore would be more than willing to let her in.”

Remus swallowed, shaking his head. Sirius tried meeting his eyes, huffing to himself when Remus wouldn’t look back at him. He pinched the bridge of his nose.

“This is ridiculous. I need someone on my side, here.”

Remus scoffed. “Why bring her into danger like this? Has she even expressed interest in the Order?”

“Yes,” Sirius exclaimed, taking a moment to collect himself after the small outburst. “She has. I don’t want to be the only one advocating for her or making her feel welcomed if she’s sworn in.”

“I just don’t know, Pads,” Remus said after a beat.

“Why not?”

“I’ve already told you why not. It’s dangerous.”

“Oh, and you’ve always been so protective of her,” Sirius scoffed sarcastically. “You’ve had no problem with anyone else joining. Why is she any different?”

Remus stood, hands on his hips, as he started pacing.

“Because she is. You, of all people, should be the one wanting to protect her in this. You should care more about her safety.”

“You think I don’t?” Sirius asked, quirking a brow. “Don’t be ridiculous, Remus. That’s not what this is about, and you know it.”

“What’s it about then? Enlighten me,” Remus huffed, pausing his pacing to stare ahead at his friend.

“You fancy her.”

Remus merely stared for a moment, then scoffed, shaking his head.

“No, I don’t.”

“You can lie to yourself all you’d like, but you’ve never been able to lie to me. Don’t start trying now,” Sirius stated, putting his feet up on the table.

Remus merely shook his head, plopping back into his seat. A silence fell over them for a few moments before Sirius was lowering his legs again, scooting a little closer as his hands clasped on the tabletop.

“Mooney, I need you to support her in this. She’s smart. She’s not the type to run into danger, you know?”

He nodded, his voice quiet. “I know.”

“Please. Her knowledge of herbs and medicine alone could do so much for us at the Order. She’s smart enough in a fight, too,” he said, catching Remus’ eye. “You know I’d never do anything to put her in danger, but the world is dangerous right now. Might as well keep her by our side in it.”

Remus sighed, scratching at the tabletop for a moment before he looked up at Sirius. He nodded slowly.

“Alright. I’m in.”

Sirius paused for a minute, then, “She’ll be here in an hour, by the way.”

“What?” Remus asked, his eyes widening.

“I invited her for tea. So she can see this place, too,” he said, sighing softly. “It was supposed to happen a month ago, but you just had to connect her with that job of hers.”

Sirius smirked, hoping he could lighten the mood a bit. He let out a breath when he saw Remus smile slightly.

“Has she told you about that yet?” Remus asked, still tracing the scratches on the table.

“A bit. Only that she’s enjoying it.”

“Nemora’s really taken a liking to her, apparently. They’ve been working on breeding a new plant species. Some hybrid of… I-don’t-know-what that’s supposed to really help with burns when it’s juices are extracted.”

Sirius smiled a little wider. “Look at that. You know more about her than I do, now.”

“Just about the job.”

“When did she tell you?”

Remus looked up, slightly nervous. “What?”

Sirius narrowed his eyes. “When did she tell you about all of that?"

“Oh,” Remus shrugged. “We ran into each other in Diagon Alley. Decided to get some lunch.”

Sirius hummed thoughtfully. Remus hated it when he did that.

“What?” he huffed.

“Nothing. Just think it’s funny you told me you don’t fancy her when you went on a date.”

“Wasn’t a date.”

“You two got lunch. Just the two of you.”

“You do that with her, too.”

“That’s different. We’re established friends, and she always tries to pay for herself. Tell me, did you get away with paying for her meal?”

“That’s not important and doesn’t make it a date,” Remus protested. “Nothing romantic between us at all.”

“Except that date,” Sirius teased. “Not to mention the way you look at her every time she walks into a room. Or the fact that I never see you smile like you do with her. Mm, maybe I should bring up the fact that any time we’re in a room, you find any chance you can to be next to her.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“I think that’s a bit harsh, isn’t it?”

Remus shook his head wordlessly. He decided to give up on arguing, knowing it wouldn’t go anywhere productive. He never seemed to win arguments with Sirius, even when he knew he was right. Though it was much worse when Sirius was the correct one. A know-it-all in troublemakers’ clothing.

He decided to switch topics, wanting to shift attention away from the crush that he was too embarrassed to admit he harbored. It was a bit ridiculous, and he knew it. To start having feelings for a girl who, frankly, he felt could do much better than him. It was part of the reason Sirius’ teasing was especially annoying: he, of all people, should know why it was a bad idea to have feelings like those ones. For someone who had their whole life ahead of them. He shook it off, not wanting to get in his head more than he already was.

Thankfully, Sirius granted him the mercy to move on from that conversation fairly easily.

You walked up to Grimmauld Place that afternoon, knocking on the door and hoping that Sirius would pay enough attention to hear it. It was a fifty-fifty chance, really.

You waited, shuffling your feet a little as you did, until the door swung open.

“There she is,” Sirius said with a cheeky smile and a wink.

You smiled immediately and stepped into his embrace.

“How are you?” you asked quickly.

He broke away, moving around you to shut the door.

“Fine. Good, even,” he corrected himself. “I’ve been having a nice talk with Remus. Remembering a time we pulled a marvelous prank on old Snivellus.”

You chuckled, letting him lead you towards the dining room with an arm around you.

“I’ll never get over that nickname.”

“Quite fitting, isn’t it?”

“It is,” you agreed emphatically. “Remus is here?”

He smirked. “Why? You excited to see him?”

“Curious,” you corrected shortly. “Quit trying to make something out of this.”

“All I’ve done is notice the obvious, my darling girl,” he said, squeezing your shoulder. “Can’t blame me for being observant.”

“You’d be surprised at the things I could blame you for,” you stated with a smirk of your own.

He laughed, tugging you along into the room where Remus sat. He stood as he saw you, standing near the dining table.

“Hello,” you greeted, breaking away from Sirius to give him a brief hug.

“Hello to you,” he said back, one arm wrapping around your middle for a moment. “How are things?”

“Great. How are you? Siri told me you two have been joking about Snape in my absence.”

He chuckled. “That we have. It’s terribly easy to do; we just can’t seem to help it.”

“I’ll get the kettle. It should be about ready by now,” Sirius said, tossing you another wink before leaving for the kitchen.

“What else have you been talking about? Anything interesting?”

He sort of nodded, sitting back down. You took the seat next to him, raising your brows in question.

“Talked about the Order a bit.”

“Ah,” you nodded. “Has he told you, then?”

“That you’d like to join?” he inquired.

You nodded your response, leaning back in your seat.

“Yes, he’s told me. Managed to get me on board with the idea, even,” he said, though he didn’t quite look convinced. “You’re sure about this, though?”

“I am. I feel like I’ve really taken to herbology, especially learning about the healing agents of plants. It could be good for someone like me to be around for when things go… If things go wrong.”

“That’s what Sirius said, too.”

“You don’t seem entirely sure about it,” you noted.

“I have my concerns. But if this is what you want to do, I am sure you’ll be brilliant.”

“Thank you. I appreciate that you’re willing to support it,” you said, sighing. “I worry that not everyone will be comfortable with my interest. I know that I’m coming in a bit late to all of this in comparison to the majority of you all.”

“So many of the members already love you. I’m sure it won’t be terribly difficult to convince anyone who has doubts,” he said, nudging your shoulder.

“Plus,” Sirius added, walking in with a tray. “You’re just so adorable, they couldn’t possibly say no to that face.”

“Right,” you snorted a laugh. “I’m sure I’ll just need to give them some puppy-dog eyes in order to sway their acceptance of me.”

“Well, it would work on some of them, I’m sure,” Sirius said, pointedly looking at Remus with a self-satisfied smirk.

He set down the tray, and you immediately started on your tea as he took his seat on the other side of Remus.

“Do you plan on giving me a grand tour?” You asked casually, busying yourself with the tea.

“I do." Sirius nodded. “I’m sure the memories of my terrible childhood will be quite exciting for you.”

You deadpanned. “Siri.”

“Sorry,” he said, though you knew he didn’t mean it.

In some ways, he’d become too comfortable around you. Joking about things like—well, that—had become commonplace with him in the time you’d been friends. Normally you’d laugh around with him, but something about being in the house… It felt different. Scolding him seemed like the only good option, really. At least it deflected your discomfort. He knew that, too. You could tell by the lingering smirk on his face after he’d “apologized”.

You sipped at your tea after Siri’s tour of the house, falling into easy conversation with the two men. You observed them as they bantered back and forth, a smile on your face as they proved their childhood bond to hold true. It was nice to see them both take on that childish way of behaving; you almost wished they didn’t pull you into their interaction after a few minutes of your silence.

“You could always stay here, you know?” Sirius said, setting his cup down on the table.

“As much as I love you, Siri, I also love having my own place.”

He sighed dramatically. “It gets so lonely here. I just know you’d brighten up the place, sunshine.”

You chuckled. “You could always come visit at my flat, you know?”

“Not the same,” he grumbled playfully, then sat up straight. “Consider it, at least. Maybe you’ll end up disliking your neighbors; you never know.”

“Silly man,” you said, shaking your head with a grin. “Why not ask your best friend, here?”

You tilted your head at Remus, raising a brow.

“Already tried. He doesn’t like me enough, tragically.”

Remus scoffed. “I did not say that.”

“May as well have, mate. Living in some run-down cottage—”

“It’s not run down.”

“But it is small. Why cram yourself in there when you could be with me here? I’ve got plenty of room.”

“Well, for one, I’d have to listen to you run your mouth all hours of the day,” Remus smirked.

You chuckle at that, drawing attention to yourself by accident.

“You’ve got no right to laugh. Off living in some one-bedroom flat surrounded by neighbors. You might as well be here, it wouldn’t be that different,” Sirius said, crossing his arms.

You sigh. “Ever heard of a lease, Sirius?”

He rolled his eyes. “You just don’t love me like you say you do.”

“Okay, drama queen,” I scoff a laugh. “If you want me to visit more, all you’ve got to do is ask. But I’m not going to try to weasel my way out of my lease when this is the very first place I’ve lived in alone. You should be proud of me for being so independent.”

He hid a smirk. “I guess.”

“Let the girl live, Sirius,” Remus said, rolling his eyes.

“Maybe if you weren’t whisking her away on little dates, she’d make more time for me, and I wouldn’t have to complain,” Sirius said, raising a brow.

Remus swallowed, glaring at his friend. You, on the other hand, let out a small laugh.

“Dates? When have we dated?” You asked incredulously.

“I know about your little excursion to lunch in Diagon Alley,” Sirius said, looking a little too smug. “Don’t play coy with me, now.”

“That was not a date,” you said, laughing again, though you couldn’t deny the slight heat in your cheeks. “We ran into each other, and I simply invited him to lunch.”

“Still sounds like a date to me,” Sirius said, wiggling his eyebrows.

Remus sighed heavily, dropping his face into his hands. He shook his head a little bit.

“You’re insufferable. You have to know that,” he muttered.

Sirius merely laughed. “Come on, am I not allowed to poke fun?”

“You’re being ridiculous, Siri,” you say, shaking your head with a smile.

“What’s so ridiculous?”

“Please,” Remus said, rolling his eyes again. “I should have never told you about that in the first place. Plus, girl like her, I’m sure she has plenty of people chasing her. Why not ask about that?”

You straighten up. “Plenty? Well, I think you severely overrate how interesting my dating life is.”

You chuckle at that, as does Sirius. Remus merely looks a little confused.

“How do you not?”

“Why do you think I would?”

He froze up a little, opening and closing his mouth a couple of times with nothing to say. He decided on a simple shrug.

“Don’t know. Just assumed.”

Sirius smirked again. “No, please, Moons. Come on, tell us what your reasoning was.”

“Cut it out,” he said quietly, shaking his head.

“Enough teasing him. He’s just trying to be nice,” you scolded Sirius, noticing how uncomfortable Remus had begun to look.

Sirius hummed, then changed the topic completely. You snuck a few glances—maybe a few too many—at Remus until he finally looked up and joined the conversation. He gave you a grateful smile after a few minutes, though you couldn’t help but wonder…

Why had he thought you’d be so busy dating?

Why did he seem to blush whenever there was any indication of something happening between you?

Why even bring up the not-date to Sirius?

More than anything, why did you find yourself thinking so much about him?

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Always There - Chapter Seven: S.Snape

Summary: Y/N Potter was left with a baby to care for after her brother and sister-in-law were murdered by Voldemort. One person was there for her, a person she didn’t expect but soon became her comfort person, Severus Snape. During Harry’s third year at Hogwarts and her third year as Herbology professor, a few old friends come around again. Y/N has to handle the feelings of these old friends being around again as well as handle her feelings for a certain potions master all while she tries to hide these things from her godson.

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Pairings: Severus Snape x Female Professor Reader, Potter!Reader x friend!Remus, Sister!Reader x James Potter, Potter!Reader x Friend!Sirius

Chapter Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader(No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, Harry growing up in a loving home, Happy Snape, sappy Snape, flashbacks, mentions of death, mentions of James' death

Series Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader (No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, OOC Snape, Harry grows up in a loving environment, mentions of death and murder, poorly written angst, Remus is a shitty friend, poorly written pining,

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The time had finally come for the naming of the champions, all of the students who had wanted to put their name in had already done so, only two underage wizards trying and failing to put their names into the goblet, of course those two wizards being the Weasley twins. It was right after the feast, the goblet getting placed in front of Dumbledore’s owl lectern. Y/N taking her place between Severus and Hagrid. After the three champions were called, one more name came out of the goblet, Albus grabbing the paper and reading the name in shock. “Harry Potter,” The man said. Y/N’s heart dropped as she gripped Severus’ forearm. “Harry Potter!” The named boy got up and walked into the back room where all of the other champions were. 

The herbologist got up out of her chair and rushed after her nephew, the three headmasters, Barty Crouch, Minerva and Severus following after her. “Harry James Potter! How in Godric’s name did your name get into the goblet of fire!?” Y/N asked her nephew with her voice raised, she was panicking, she was scared. Somebody was targeting her nephew but she couldn’t pinpoint who it could be. She knew it wasn’t Karkaroff, Severus had already eased her mind about him, it wasn’t Madame Maxime and she knew for a fact that none of the teachers at the school would possibly endanger the boy like that. 

“I don’t know! I promise Aunt Y/N, I have no idea how it happened! I didn’t put my name in and I didn’t ask anyone to put my name in! I swear!” Harry promised his godmother. 

“Crouch, is there anything we could do to waive this? He can’t possibly compete in the tournament, he’s underage,” Severus asked the man.

“I’m afraid not, it has a binding spell once the name comes out of the goblet, he must compete,” Crouch responded. Y/N had damn near collapsed at the news, only staying on her feet because Severus had caught her.

“No! He can’t compete! It’s too dangerous! He could die! There must be something you can do!” Y/N shouted at the head of the Magical Law Enforcement.

“Severus, get Y/N out of here, I shall handle this,” Dumbledore directed the man. Severus had nodded and began to pull her away from the room. She was putting up one hell of a fight even though she had little to no energy in her, she would always find some for her boy, no matter what. Severus knew this and he knew just how to handle her when she was in this kind of state. 

“Love, let’s go get some tea, you can talk to Harry later,” He spoke gently in her ear.

“No, I can’t leave him, you know I can’t leave him Sev!” She replied back, her voice raised. Severus gave Albus a look, shaking his head, telling him that she wasn’t going to move until she knew that Harry would be safe. 

“Barty, there must be something we can do, he is far too young to compete,” Dumbledore had tried.

“I’m afraid not, Albus. The boy must compete,” Crouch responded before walking away. The headmaster dismissed the others, allowing Y/N, Severus and Harry to have the room alone. The woman and her nephew sat on the floor next to each other. 

“You need to be careful Harry. You need to be extra careful. There is no way for you to get out of this, you must compete but I need you to be safe. I need you, you are my boy, you and Severus are all I have and I can’t afford to lose either of you, not yet,” She explained to her nephew who soaked in her words and listened intently.

“I understand, I’ll be careful, I promise,” Harry responded, hugging his aunt tightly, “I love you, Aunt Y/N.”

“I love you too, Harry.”

Once the pair split, Harry went back to his common room and Severus escorted Y/N to her quarters. The two sat and talked about the concerns she had, like how she hadn’t wanted Harry to die, how she didn’t want to be alone, how she didn’t want to see her only family member put their life on the line for some stupid tournament. She voiced her concerns about someone in the castle targeting Harry however she couldn’t pinpoint who it could be. There were so many new people in the castle this year, all of them could be after Harry for all she knew. 

She didn’t end up sleeping that night, her mind racing with thoughts and memories. Her mind going back to the night James and Lily died, the night her life changed forever. But then a happier memory would show up and interrupt her worst.

**

It was her third year at Hogwarts, James and the rest of the Marauders’ fourth. She was in the library studying for her exams and doing homework, Remus sitting across from her doing the same thing. She had just learned about Boggarts in her Defense Against the Dark Arts class, having to write an essay on them after facing one. She had been quieter than usual, none of the other Marauders knowing what to do or how to approach her. James had sent Remus to try and pry out what had been bothering her, devising a plan of the two studying together like that always had and going from there.

“Boggarts, huh? Annoying bastards aren’t they?” Remus broke the silence that lingered between the two of them. She let out a hum in agreement as she continued writing her essay. It wasn’t like her, she usually gave Remus a look whenever he let out a swear word as he rarely ever did. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m fine,” Y/N replied, a cold tone to her voice instead of the warmth that usually graced it. 

“Dove, I know something is wrong, you can tell me. You can talk to me,” Remus practically begged her.

“Seriously Rem, I’m fine. Nothing is wrong, I just need to get these exams out of the way and I’ll be back to normal.”

“If you insist. I’m gonna head back to the common room, you gonna come with?”

“No, I’m gonna stay here and finish up. Thank you for your concern Remmy, but I’m fine.” With her comment, Remus left the library. Within a few minutes, Severus took Remus’ place at the table. She was too busy with her essay to notice who it was, assuming it was her brother, “James, I’m fine, just leave me alone.”

“It’s not James,” Severus replied, making her look up in surprise.

“Oh! Sorry Severus, I hadn’t noticed it was you who sat down. My bloody brother and his friends have been pestering me all day,” She apologized to the boy who gave her a small smile.

“No need to say sorry. Why have they been bothering you all day?”

“They keep saying I’m acting strange. I will say I’m not acting like my usual self but exams are coming up and I have so much homework,” She ranted to him.

“Boggarts? Does this change have anything to do with them?” He asked her, she visibly deflated. 

“Maybe,” Y/N mumbled.

“Would you like to talk about it? You know I won’t judge you,” Severus asked her, his voice softening for her. 

“My boggart was my brother. It was seeing my brother dead, that was my boggart and it’s been all I think about because I don’t think I can live without him. I know he’s awful to you, trust me I’ve tried telling him to stop but he’s my best friend. He’s been with me my whole life and I can’t see my life without him.”

**

“What are you thinking about, love?” Severus’ voice broke her out of her trance.

“My third year when you sat with me in the library, do you remember that?”

“Of course I do, you told me about your boggart that day. I’m assuming it’s changed,” Severus replied to her, she nodded at his observation, “You want to talk about it or do you want to keep it to yourself?”

“It’s pretty much the same but instead of seeing James dead, I see Harry and you…dead. I’m scared it’s going to come true again, it was a shock enough to see that my first boggart ended up coming true, what happens if this one does?” She was worried, her first boggart was witnessing her brother dying, that ended up coming true. Now her boggart was the two most important people in her life dying in front of her, what if that ended up coming true as well? She was panicked, her mind kept racing.

“It won’t come true, not again. You have me, right at your side and together we will keep Harry safe. As long as I have you, I will be safe,” Severus reassured her. His comment did make her feel slightly better, the weight lessening on her shoulders. They talked for a while longer before he had to go meet up with Minerva and Albus. When he left, she put out a note that she would be in the greenhouses tending to her plants, taking cautious care of her venomous tentacula and wolfsbane. 

She hadn’t realized it was the next day until some of her students began filing in for their first class of the day. Before she could begin her lesson, Dumbledore had interrupted. “Professor Potter is unwell and needs to rest, I will be taking over for the day. Professor, off to your quarters and rest up,” Albus had explained.

“Oh, I’m fin-”

“You didn’t sleep at all Potter, go to sleep in your quarters. It is not a question, it is an order.” She sighed but listened, heading back to her quarters where there was a plate of food and a cup of tea waiting for her on the table. A note sitting beside the plate reading ‘I sent Albus to fetch you and send you back here. You need to rest my love, eat up and take a nap. I’ll be there when you wake up. I love you ~ Severus’. Her heart melted to her feet as she read the note, it was little things like this that showed her just how much he loved her. So she did as he told her, she ate her breakfast, drank her tea and put herself to bed. The second her head hit the pillows, she was out like a light. Severus returned to her quarters right after the classes for the day had ended, finding her still fast asleep on her bed.

He sat beside her and watched as she slept, the way her eyebrows creased and her nose scrunched, the way she would smile every once in a while, and the way she reached for him the moment he sat down, knowing he was sitting right there. He swore to himself that he would keep her safe even if it ended up killing him. He swore to himself that the Potter’s would stay safe, no matter what it takes.

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[gaianyx]

The Slytherin Party

By Jane F. Nyx

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary: At the monthly Slytherin Party there is only one rule. No Gryffindors aloud, except for a pair of twins. What happens when one of those twins happens to be your good friend and latest 'one-night stand'?

W/C: 1.1k

A/N: Based on the 'Hogwarts Party' tiktoks. Feedbacks and tips will be well received :)) Proof read. No use of (y/n).

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The first thing to be heard was the sound of a muffled song blasting through speakers when I got closer to the 'door', the girl's unused bathroom.

Two Slytherin boys were watching the door, so I walked up to them, my trusty bag with all the goodies inside kept closer to me.

"I brought the puff Blaize ordered," I said, showing the boys my bag. 

They opened the door for me to enter.

The loud sound of music becomes much clearer. People dancing, drinking and singing around. Almost every student from every house was there. The monthly Slytherin Party became a tradition.

No Gryffindors aloud. Hufflepuffs, the bakers and herbologists. The Ravenclaws, the potions and spells makers, were always welcome. And of course, no Slytherin could go through a party without their emotional support Hufflepuff buddy next to them.

I walked through the cloud of people trying to find the right ones. That's when I saw them, standing next to what looked like a potion Fontaine.

Blaize Zabini, who had Luna Lovegood leaning on his shoulder. And Mattheo Riddle, with Dove Jackson, aka my best friend, by his side.

I quickened my pace to talk to them.

-"Hey, love! How is it going?" Dove asked when I approached her group.

-"I'm doing good," I responded, "Brought the stuff, made this morning," I showed them all the bag and gave a smaller one that was inside to Zabini who gladly accepted it.

-"Did I ever tell you you're the best?" Zabini asked, passing the bag to Luna to give it to her fellow potion makers.

-"No need to, I already knew that," I laughed at the last part. Dove and Luna then took both of my arms for us to leave the boys and do some business.

We were dressed for the night, Dove wearing a dark green tight dress to match her house. Luna a white cocktail dress with glitter that fit her style perfectly. And me, my favourite, blood red dress.

We had just started to hand out the potions when they walked in...

The Weasley twins.

I quickly turned to Luna and Dove, grabbing them by their arms.

"You told me he wasn't invited," my voice sounded much more like a grunt, after the new discovery.

-"Well, we didn't invite them," Luna said with her calm tone, "Maybe Mattheo did. He was talking to Blaize the other day about some candy he had ordered for the party,".

Of course they did.

There was only one exception to the 'No Gryffindors Rule'. And that exception happened to be George and Fred Weasley.

And Fred Weasley happened to be my one party date/flow/thing/I don't know what happened that night.

Since then things became weird between us. I was drunk that night, he was drunk that night and we both had smoked a bit. So I don't know how much of it was real.

Yes, there was tension before that. But nothing more than Fred being a flirt. He was just a flirtatious person.

We were both dealers so it was made to happen that we would meet at any party soon. But I didn't know it would take only a week time.

"Looking good, sweetheart!" was the first thing I heard leaving that pretty mouth of his.

I felt two gentle ticks on my shoulder, so I turned around.

The one only Fred Weasley.

He was a little taller than me so I needed to look a bit up to see his face.

And God, did he look good tonight.

Black button-up shirt and dark blue jeans, the first two buttons of his shirt open leaving room for imagination.

Luna and Dove had disappeared, leaving me and Fred alone...

-"Hello, Weasley!" I gathered the courage to talk. "What are you doing here?" I already knew the answer, but everything was better than silence. Even tho we were at a party full of people.

-"Same as you," he said "Just business," Fred pointed at George who had handed a little bag to Mattheo and Blaize.

-"I see..." I didn't know what to say, did he even remember everything that happened last party?

-"I was actually hoping you would be here tonight," he said taking one step closer. I could smell the familiar scent of cinnamon and wood.

The same smell that felt so intoxicating the last time. The same smell that made me wanting for more and wished the night didn't end the way it did.

Both of us were just too scared, scared to take the next step and admit that what we had wasn't only rivalry between dealers, that it wasn't only the friendship we had built, that it wasn't only the flirting and shared glancings.

That it wasn't only me and him, but maybe a us.

He took another step closer, he was looking down into my eyes and I was looking into his.

-"You also look good tonight," a small laugh escaped Fred's lips and a smile appeared in mine.

A slower song started to play. It might have been destiny, but in any way, it happened.

-"Would you like to dance?" Fred asked, "Promise I won't run away this time," he smiled at the last part remembering the chaotic night you guys had had.

-"Yes," and there I was. Once again at the arms of Fred Weasley swaying to a slow song, my hands on his shoulder and his hands on my waist.

-"You know," Fred was talking in a much lower tone now, almost a whisper, "I don't regret the last party, nor do I regret kissing you, the only thing I regret was leaving you afterwards,".

-"Freddie..." I felt my cheeks heating up, "We were drunk," there I was once again blaming everything on the alcohol and the weed. Completely ignoring my feelings and second-guessing the whole thing.

-"I only drank that much to take the courage and finally hit up on you and admit that what I feel for you is much more than friends should feel for each other," his eyes seemed to spark, and I couldn't stop looking at them.

We were in a trance, completely forgetting the world around us.

"And I hope, that you feel the same about this redhead right here," there was hope in his eyes, but there was also fear.

-"What I feel for you is much more than friends should feel," I said, my heart racing, "And I don't regret anything. Not at all, the only thing I regret is that it ended,".

And he kissed me.

But not for the last time.

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[thedustybunny]

Chamomile kisses - Chapter 9 + WIP of upcoming fanart

Viktor x Fem!Reader

This is just a WIP, maybe only 25% finished, don’t worry it’ll look a lot better. I’m just figuring out the layout + colours before I really lay into it. Any advice would be great as I feel I’m lacking contrast and the shadows are a bit off so I’m struggling to place those at the minute.

Anyways thank you all for following along with my lil series, especially those who have been commenting and supporting me along the way! Every comment like and reblog makes me so happy to see whenever I log on and motivates me to continue so thank you! Don’t worry thou this series is far from over, I’m hoping to have at least 20 chapters or so, and then I have 2 more fanfictions planned for the future! I am taking requests and ideas into consideration if you have any! Thank you all!

Morning light began to filter into the lab, casting a gentle glow across the room. As consciousness gradually returned to Viktor, he became aware of the weight against him. Blinking open his eyes, he realized that (y/n) was still nestled against him, her head resting on his chest. The memories of the night before flooded back, reminding him of the warmth they had shared and the unexpected intimacy that had taken root.

Viktor's initial instinct was to push her away, to distance himself from the vulnerability he had allowed himself to feel. But as he looked down at her peaceful expression, he hesitated. Her presence beside him felt strangely comforting, a stark contrast to the isolation he had grown accustomed to. He couldn't help but notice the way her features softened in sleep, the tension that usually marked her face now absent.

For a moment, he allowed himself to simply watch her, to take in the sight of her sleeping form against him. The weight of his thoughts pressed on him, and he found himself grappling with emotions he had long suppressed. His convictions about herbologists and his resentment towards them were deeply ingrained, a result of his past experiences. But as he held (y/n) in his arms, he couldn't ignore the growing realization that his feelings towards her were beginning to shift.

As the lab continued to bathe in the gentle morning light, Viktor found himself torn between the familiar walls he had built around himself and the unfamiliar warmth he was experiencing in that moment. He was acutely aware of the line he was tiptoeing, of the potential for change that hung in the air.

Viktor's internal battle raged on, a storm of conflicting emotions that he couldn't easily resolve. He knew that when they were eventually freed from their self-imposed prison, the dynamics between them would likely revert back to their usual state of tension. But as he watched (y/n) sleep beside him, he couldn't deny the small spark of connection that had ignited between them. Eventually her rhythmic breathing and warmth lulled him back to sleep.

The atmosphere outside the lab had begun to stir, as the late morning sun filtered through the windows, casting gentle light across the room. Unbeknownst to Viktor and (y/n), the lab was in a state of organized chaos. Jayce had been searching for Viktor, growing increasingly concerned as he failed to locate him. Assuming that Viktor had decided to take a day off, Jayce enlisted the help of his assistant Sky to set up the lab for their experiments.

As the two of them went about their tasks, they eventually reached a point where they needed to access the materials stored in the cupboard. With a slow, cautious movement, Jayce pulled open the heavy metal door of the cupboard. The door emitted a soft metallic squeak as it opened, and his eyes were immediately drawn to the scene on the floor inside.

There lay Viktor and (y/n), still deep in sleep. The coat that had been used as a makeshift blanket had slipped off them, revealing their entwined figures. Viktor held (y/n) against him, his chin resting on her forehead, and his arms wrapped securely around her form.

Jayce's eyes widened in surprise, and he motioned for Sky to join him. Without a word, she approached and looked inside, her expression mirroring Jayce's shock. Neither of them had ever seen Viktor behave in such a tender and affectionate manner, especially not with someone he had openly declared to dislike.

The two of them stood in silence, observing the scene before them. The weight of the discovery settled over them, as they tried to process the unexpected sight. It was a moment that defied their understanding of Viktor's character, shattering the preconceived notions they had held about him.

Just as the silence was beginning to stretch, the soft stirrings of movement came from the floor. Viktor's eyes fluttered open, gradually coming to his senses. As he looked up, he was met with the gaze of Jayce and Sky, their expressions a mixture of surprise, confusion, and something else that he couldn't quite place.

Viktor's eyes followed their line of sight, and as he looked down, he realized the situation he was in. His grip on (y/n) tightened slightly, a mixture of emotions swirling within him. He knew that his actions contradicted everything he had claimed to stand for, that they revealed a vulnerability he had always been so determined to hide. And yet, as he gazed down at her peaceful form, he found himself unable to let go.

A complex swirl of thoughts and emotions flooded Viktor's mind. Confusion, embarrassment, and a fleeting sense of warmth tangled within him. He quickly unraveled himself from (y/n), gently easing her to the side as he sat up, smoothing his hair in a habitual gesture.

Jayce and Sky remained silent, granting Viktor space to process the situation. His gaze darted between them, his usual icy facade reasserting itself.

"It’s… not what it looks like." he mumbled, his words laced with defensiveness. Flattening his hair, he tried to regain his composure.

Jayce finally spoke, a fond smile dancing at the corners of his lips. "Well, Viktor, I think we all know what it looks like."

Sky chimed in with a playful grin. "Certainly a surprising way to find you both."

Viktor's expression tightened, a blend of annoyance and vulnerability flickering in his eyes. He stood up, brushing off his clothes with a hint of irritation. "Fine, enjoy your spectacle. But this doesn't change a thing," he retorted, a stubborn edge in his voice.

Jayce's smile softened, concern tingeing his words. "Viktor, it's all right to admit you care about her. We won't judge."

Viktor's gaze flicked to (y/n), who was stirring awake from her slumber. He opened his mouth to respond, but the words caught in his throat. A myriad of emotions fought for dominance on his face — a conflict between the walls he'd fortified and the vulnerability he'd unwittingly revealed.

Before he could say anything, (y/n) blinked awake, her gaze shifting between the trio, comprehension dawning in her eyes. An awkward yet unspoken understanding enveloped the room.

As Viktor and (y/n) exchanged a fleeting look, it was evident that something had changed. However, Viktor was determined to return to the familiar grounds of disdain. With a swift recovery, he donned his facade, ready to resume their previous dynamic as if the earlier moment of vulnerability had never occurred.

Over the next few days, Viktor's efforts to restore their strained relationship were evident. He reverted to his usual snide remarks, icy glances, and dismissive gestures. It was as if the vulnerable moment in the lab had never happened. He couldn't let his guard down, couldn't allow himself to be swayed by emotions.

(Y/n) observed his behavior with a mix of frustration and understanding. She couldn't deny the fleeting warmth she'd felt when they were forced to share that confined space. But Viktor's defensive stance reminded her that old habits die hard.

Their interactions carried on as before, with their mutual antagonism simmering just beneath the surface. (Y/n) couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment each time Viktor brushed off their recent experience, burying it under layers of hostility.

One evening, as the clinics lights flickered overhead and the air was thick with tension, (y/n) found herself alone once again. She sighed and busied herself with her work, tending to her plants and jotting down notes in her journal.

As the clock ticked on, she couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed between them. The memory of their shared warmth lingered in her mind. She longed to bridge the gap, to shatter the walls of pretense he had built.

Deep in thought, she barely noticed the quiet creak of the door. Startled, she turned to find Jayce standing at the entrance, a sympathetic smile on his lips. "Hey," he greeted softly.

(Y/n) returned the smile, grateful for his presence. "Hey. What brings you here?"

He walked closer, his gaze filled with understanding. "Just checking up on you. I know things might feel a bit... complicated right now."

She sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. "Complicated is an understatement."

Jayce leaned against a nearby table, his voice gentle. "Viktor will warm up to you someday, he may be stubborn but he's not immune to change."

(Y/n) met his gaze, a mixture of hope and uncertainty swirling in her eyes. "Do you really think so?"

Jayce nodded, a reassuring glint in his eyes. "I've known him for a long time. Sometimes it takes a push, a realization, to make someone see things differently."

Her hopes were quick to shatter.

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[ghoulelegy]

Notes from the Greenhouse

Summary: You come down with the ghoulish flu one morning. Despite feeling unwell, you remember to return borrowed items to Primo's greenhouse and end up encountering Papa Emeritus.

Pairing: Primo x Sick Reader

Words: 2230

Contains:

Primo being a doting grandfather

Mentions of doctors

Foraging and Journalling

Knitting

Comfort

Safe for work

Gender Neutral reader

Read Notes from the Greenhouse on AO3 - if you prefer that.

Note: thank you @em0bussy for being my beta reader.

The ghoulish flu had taken hold of you that morning, its unwelcome grip wrapping you in icy cold shivers and fatigue. Its frosted tendrils crept through your body, wrapping you in an unrelenting embrace of discomfort. Every movement felt like a battle against the weight of exhaustion that settled heavily upon your shoulders. Chills danced along your spine, each one a reminder of the fever that raged within, alternating with waves of heat that left your skin flushed and damp.

Your sinuses were a battleground of congestion as if a dam had been erected within your head, blocking the natural flow of air. Each breath was a laborious effort, a struggle against the barricade of mucus that stubbornly refused to yield. Your throat, a usually clear passage for words and nourishment, had transformed into a raw and scratchy passage, protesting every swallow and causing a twinge of pain with each cough.

Your eyes, typically filled with brightness and bursting with life, were now veiled in a dull haze of fatigue. Redness clung to the edges, a testament to the strain of your body's battle against the invading virus. Sleep eluded you, as the coughing fits and restless discomfort kept you in a state of half-wakefulness. Sister Imperator had insisted you take the day off, recognizing the exhaustion that weighed heavily on your shoulders.

But before you could fully embrace the rare luxury of a break, your memory tugged at you, reminding you of the mortar and pestle you had borrowed from Primo. With gratitude for his generosity in allowing you to use them for your homemade paint, you made your way to the greenhouse to return the items.

With the late summer air, you found yourself going on walks and foraging wilted flowers (you decided to leave the living ones for the pollinators) which you then later used to make inks and paints for your writing. Primo had so kindly offered you to borrow his working utensils, to let you experiment with the paint-making process.

“I see you child, come in.” You hear a warm voice calling you in. You enter the greenhouse, the temperate room offering a stark contrast to the frigidity of the hallway of the abbey. You see Primo in his usual attire, kneeling next to some flowers, spraying them with some mist from a bottle.

“Papa! I’ve come to return your stuff. Thank you for lending them to me. The paint turned out nice”. Your words came out with a nasal tone, echoing with the rasping sound of your throat.

"Ah, I'm so glad. What did you use for the paint?”

“Just some berries I found the other day. Bilberries, I think?  Anyways I uh - I wrote all about it in my foraging journal. I can show you if you want” you muffle out, struggling to talk due to the pressure built up in your sinus.

“Ah, that would be lovely. But first, I must ask, are you alright? You sound…congested…and your eyes…they're so red."

"I'm alright, it's just…a little cold."

"Oh, you poor thing. Come, come, come. I’ll examine you, and then I’ll make you a cup of tea, child. Rest assured we’ll take care of that cold of yours.”

“I’m not entirely sure if you sound like a doting grandfather or a doctor”. You teasingly spit out

Papa chuckles warmly “I am neither, um well I suppose I am the age of which many would consider me a grandfather, however, I am but a simple herbologist. I trust you are scheduled to see a doctor?”

“Tomorrow, yes” 

“Lovely, I can give you some stuff to help with your discomfort in the meantime, but I still need to examine you first”.

He takes a torch, which he shines in your mouth.

“Hmm, you have some redness it seems, your lymph nodes seem swollen too. Does it hurt to swallow?”

You nod.

“Do you have a fever?”

“Not sure, really”

“Hmm, hard to tell for sure without a thermometer, but you do feel quite warm, might be fair to assume you have a slight fever” he says as he places his palm on your forehead. “Not to worry, I’ll make you some tea and bring you some medicinal syrup for your throat. One minute. I’ll be right back.”

He goes to the back of the greenhouse, on a table filled with glass jars. He goes through the jars one by one, uttering a series of hmmms before landing on an “Aha” before walking back to you.

He hands you a glass jar of black syrup. “Here, child, take this. It’s elderberries, thyme, ginger, turmeric…..some other stuff…yes…uhh here’s the label - cloves, cinnamon and honey.  Not the best tasting, I’m going to be honest, but it should help with your throat.”

He then proceeds to hand you a tablespoon. You pour the dark reddish-brown syrup into your spoon. You can’t help but chuckle at how it reminds you of the paint you made the week before. You notice that it smells richly of fruit as well as spice. You consume the concoction, the slightly viscous silkiness of the syrup coating your throat. Your olfactory sense has been dulled down due to your sickness but the rich sweet taste of the elderberries made it through, along with the immediate warmth of the ginger and cinnamon.

“That was not as bad as I expected it to be. It was actually quite pleasant, Papa” you chuckle.

“Well, I’m glad. Take a teaspoon twice a day or as needed”.

“Okay, now you sound like a doctor, Papa” You chuckle which sends you into a coughing fit.

“Now I shall make you a nice herbal tea, and you will feel better soon. Come, let us go to my office, child.”

He directs you to his office, a small but cosy room with a desk, desk chair, and two couches in the middle.

He sits you down on the couch, while he drapes a blanket over you, before handing you some lemon and ginger tea.

You notice that on his desk is a pair of wooden knitting needles, and a skein of brown wool.

 “You knit, Papa?”

“Indeed, I do. I’m making a blanket right now, got a lot of time on my hands now that the winter season is fast approaching. Don’t need to be outside as much now.”

“Okay, now you’re a doting grandfather. My old school had an unofficial knitting club. We’d sometimes used to gather on Friday after our classes were done for the week and just chill in the common room knitting to some weird TV show we found that day.”

As the tea warmed you from the inside out and the blanket cocooned you in comfort, you couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for the unexpected connection that had blossomed between you and Papa Emeritus. In this haven of herbs, warmth, and shared stories, you found solace amid the ghoulish flu's grip. You still felt like you wanted to rip your throat out, with the occasional fit of coughs and sneezes, but the comfort of the blanket and the warmth of the office were enough to offer you some temporary relief.

Suddenly, a thought sparked within you. You reached into your satchel and retrieved your foraging journal, a weathered and well-loved notebook filled with pressed flowers, handwritten notes, and sketches of the plants you had encountered during your walks.

"Papa, I thought you might like to see this," you said, holding out the journal for him to see.

He took it with a gentle smile, his eyes lighting up as he flipped through the pages. "Ah, what a treasure trove of knowledge and beauty you've collected here."

You watched as he examined each page, his finger tracing the delicate lines of your sketches. It was as if he could feel the very essence of the plants you had encountered through the pages of your journal. There was also a section dedicated to berries as well as mushrooms (illustrated with mushroom spores)

"Tell me, child, about this flower here," he said, pointing to a vibrant illustration of a purple wildflower.

“Oh, that’s the sketch of a Michaelma Daisy. I found it on a walk, I used some withered ones to make the paint, then used that paint to paint the sketch.” Papa Emeritus nodded in approval. "A remarkable find and your sketches capture its beauty splendidly."

Encouraged by his genuine interest, you continued to share the stories behind the various entries in your journal. Each plant held its own significance, whether it was a remedy for headaches or a symbol of hope in challenging times.

As the afternoon sunlight painted the room in a warm glow, you felt a profound connection forming between you and Papa Emeritus. The exchange of stories and shared appreciation for the natural world created a bond that transcended the constraints of time and illness.

"You know," he began, his eyes twinkling with a mix of wisdom and playfulness, "I believe that the act of documenting nature's wonders is a form of magic in itself. It's a way of preserving the fleeting moments of beauty and drawing inspiration from the world around us."

His words resonated with you deeply, and you realized that amid your fatigue and discomfort, you had discovered an unexpected source of inspiration and strength.

Papa Emeritus returned the journal to you with a gentle smile. "Keep documenting, keep exploring, and keep finding beauty even in the most unlikely places. Your journey with the natural world is a gift to both yourself and those fortunate enough to share in it."

And as you close your foraging journal and place it back in your satchel, you see Primo running quickly out of his office, before returning, carrying several books in his hands.

"Ah, my young forager, mind if I share some of my research and knowledge? "

“Of course, Papa”

Curious, you settled in, eager to hear what Papa Emeritus had to say.

"Some books about the plants and mushrooms you've been encountering," he began. "Fascinatingly, did you know that lingonberries were once used as a natural dye for textiles? And that bilberries were considered a source of sustenance for generations of foragers. Legend has it that pilots during the war would eat bilberry jam before missions, to improve their night vision during flights. Well of course the night vision part was disproven.”

Your eyes widened as Papa Emeritus shared his insights. The fact that he had taken the time to delve into the history and uses of the very plants you'd been collecting made you feel an even deeper connection to him.

“I had no idea“ you admitted, your excitement matching his own. "It's incredible how much knowledge is hidden within the natural world.”

Primo nodded; his eyes bright with enthusiasm. "Indeed, and every discovery adds to that tapestry of knowledge. It's a tapestry that we contribute to with every step we take into the woods, every journal entry we make, and every moment we spend in the company of nature. I have plenty of books here you can borrow on how to make use of things you encounter.”

As the conversation flowed, you found yourself engrossed in the exchange of stories and insights. With each shared fact and anecdote, the bond between you and Papa Emeritus deepened, transcending the roles of mentor and student, and transforming into a genuine friendship rooted in a shared love for the wild and its mysteries.

As the conversation flowed between you and Papa Emeritus, the hours slipped away unnoticed. The sun's warm embrace gradually gave way to the gentle hues of twilight that painted the room in a soft, amber glow. With each shared tale, the bond between you deepened, and the walls of Papa's cosy office seemed to hold not just the scent of herbs and tea, but also the weight of stories exchanged.

“I just needed to return the things—you let me borrow. And boy, I’m so glad I did”

With a contented sigh, Papa Emeritus leaned back in his chair, a knowing smile gracing his lips. "You know, my dear, sometimes the most unexpected moments bring us the greatest connections."

As the evening deepened, Papa Emeritus rose from his seat and walked over to a small shelf filled with leather-bound tomes.

“You should probably go rest, child” Primo gently voiced his words

“Yeah. I really should.”

"But before you leave, my dear, allow me to gift you with a book from my collection," he said, selecting a beautifully worn volume and placing it in your hands. "Consider it a token of our shared passion for the natural world."

You ran your fingers over the aged pages and smiled warmly at him. "Are you serious?” you ask “That’s so sweet of you.”

With a nod, he gestured toward the door. "Now, my dear, rest and let the herbs work their magic. Tomorrow is a new day, and I do not doubt that your resilience will triumph over this ghoulish flu."

As you left the cosy haven of Papa's office, carrying not just a book but also a heart full of newfound connection, you couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of purpose and a heart brimming with gratitude, you stepped back into your room, you can’t help but feel like smiling as you collapse on your bed.

~ Fin ~

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[spaceagebachelormann]

Hi! I love your writing and had a request!

Neville Longbottom x gn!hufflepuff!reader, a lot of people write him as the one that admires reader from afar while reader is also seen as “perfect”, But I would like it reversed! Reader is the one that likes to admire Neville from afar because they think he’s so pretty and smart and kind. They both have herbology together but reader is close to failing the class so the professor sets up Neville to be their tutor. Reader can’t help but be distracted the entire time when Neville is actually trying to tutor them so they have to keep meeting. But plot twist it was readers plan the whole time just so they have an excuse to be around him and get to know him. One day reader can’t take it anymore a just straight up kisses him when he’s in the middle of a lesson because they think he’s just too cute when he talks about something he’s passionate about. Reader then confesses about everything and they end up together and it’s just cute and fluffy <3

TUTOR - NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM

   ੈ✩‧₊˚ FANDOM: harry potter

   ੈ✩‧₊˚ FORMAT: long/short fic

   ੈ✩‧₊˚ WARNINGS: goblet of fire spoilers

   ੈ✩‧₊˚ SUMMARY: luna devises a plan to get her best friends together

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“Y/N, would you stay for a moment after class?” Professor Sprout asked, making eye contact with the young Hufflepuff from across the room.

“Of course, professor!” Y/N responded, before returning to their Herbology notes.

They were so close to failing the class. A few more times of messing up their assignments and they were for sure in trouble. For years now, Y/N had been doing everything they could to get their grade up, but nothing seemed to be working. Luckily, this did not go unnoticed by her classmates.

Luna Lovegood, Y/Ns best friend, had been worried about their grade for weeks. She offered her notes, took her on study dates, and was doing everything she could to help, but nothing seemed to be working.

Her other Hufflepuff classmates also tried to help. Before Cedric Diggory had… you know, he attempted to tutor Y/N. Unfortunately, it didn’t work out.

However, Luna was friends with Neville Longbottom. Neville was an extremely gifted Herbologist. Luna knew for sure he could help Y/N.

And, to make things better, Luna knew of Y/N’s gigantic crush on Neville, and knew exactly what to do.

“Professor?” She asked, stepping up to Professor Sprout with a grin on her face.

“Yes, Miss Lovegood?” The plump woman responded, turning her body and head towards her and offering a smile.

Luna pointed at her best friend, who was desperately flipping through their notes, “My friend, Y/N, they’re just so close to failing this class. I’ve tried anything and everything I could, offering my notes, asking other friends to offer their notes, but nothing seems to be helping.”

The professor raised a brow at the blonde girl, indicating for her to go on.

“Neville Longbottom. He’s a brilliant Herbologist. A couple years ago, I myself was failing this class, do you recall? He was a lovely tutor, he’s the reason I’m still so good at Herbology. I was thinking he could tutor Y/N. He may be the only person who can save them at this point.”

The older woman nodded slowly. Perhaps this was the only way Y/N could pull themselves out of the dirt.

She smiled at Luna brightly. “That’s a wonderful idea! At first, I was just going to assign some homework, but yes, I think Mr. Longbottom is a great idea. Thank you, Miss Lovegood.”

Luna smiled back at the professor, “No problem.”

And with that lovely news, she skipped back to Y/N, and the two began to talk.

Soon enough, the class was over. Luna and Professor Sprout made eye contact as the blonde girl walked out, being reminded of the two students she needed to speak to.

“You wanted to see me, Professor?” Y/N asked, nervously wringing their hands together as their chest pinched with fear.

“Mr. Longbottom, come here for a moment.” The professor asked, glancing between the two students.

Y/Ns heart almost stopped beating. They’d been crushing on Neville for weeks. He was so smart, and he’d always been very kind to Y/N. Always made sure to point out what they were doing wrong in Herbology if he noticed they needed help. It didn’t help that Y/N also thought he was quite pretty.

“Have you two met before?” The older woman asked politely once they were both standing beside eachother.

Y/N opened their mouth to speak, but the anxiousness has caused their throat to close up.

“Not formally.” Neville answered, glancing at them with a seemingly worried expression.

“Well, I may as well get to the point. Neville, I want you to tutor Y/N. She’s very close to failing Herbology and Luna Lovegood enlightened me that you may be able to help. Is that okay with you two?”

Of course, Y/N thought, Lunas behind this, who else would be?

“That’s perfectly fine! I don’t mind at all!” They answered way to quickly, feeling their face begin to heat up and their chest make the same familiar pinching feeling.

Neville smiled politely. “I’d love to, professor.”

The woman smiled. “Great! Now, I want you both to work out a schedule on the way to lunch. Alright?”

The students nodded, walking out together.

“So, I was thinking we could meet 3 times a week. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, easy to remember. What do you think?”

The boy turned his head to the person beside him, mentally noting their nervousness so he didn’t accidentally freak them out.

“That’s good. I can do that. Today’s Monday, should we meet today?” Y/N asked, turning their head away so he didn’t see their flushed cheeks, which didn’t work because he saw them immediately.

“I don’t see why not, I’ll meet you in the greenhouse at 8PM, i'll tell Professor Sprout we’re going to be there so we don’t get in trouble.”

Y/N nodded, realizing they were in the Great Hall.

Before turning on their heel and scattering away to their Hufflepuff friends, they muttered a quick thank you, and did exactly that.

“Was that Neville Longbottom?” Hannah Abbot asked excitedly.

“How did it go? What were you talking about?” Susan Bones asked right after.

Y/N breathed out happily, “He’s my Herbology tutor now! Professor Sprout asked him to help me!”

The three of them had a very long conversation about this unexpected news. Y/N didn’t see the boy from a few minutes ago staring at them.

“What are you looking at?” Ron Weasley asked, aggressively cutting his meat.

Hermione Granger followed Nevilles gaze, ending up on the Hufflepuff.

“Y/N, huh? They’re very nice, just a bit nervous all the time.” She said, now beaming with delight.

Nevilles cheeks were now flushed. “I just spoke with them, Professor Sprout asked me to be their tutor. We’re meeting tonight at 8.” He said, now also grinning.

“Good luck, Neville!” Harry Potter said, smacking his back.

As his back was turned, Neville was now oblivious to the one staring at him.

~

Y/N sat in the greenhouse nervously. Neville was running a bit late, and they were beginning to fear he had forgotten.

This feeling was long forgotten as the greenhouse doors burst open.

The dark-haired boy appeared in the doorway, a focused expression on his cute face, and a pile of books in his arms, and even more in a bag he had on his back.

Y/N rushed over to him, taking a few of the books in their arms. “Neville!” They exclaimed, “Put these down, open the bag, i have something to show you.” They said, while hurriedly placing the books on the table.

Neville nodded and dropped them down on the wooden surface, opening the bag for Y/N, a confused looking replacing the focused one.

They cleared their throat, and spoke clearly, “Capacious extremis.”

The bag, which was overfilled a few moments ago, expanded, making it much easier for when Neville had to carry everything back after their session.

“There,” Y/N said with an awkward smile, “that should make everything, you know, less hard to carry.”

Nevilles eyes twinkled with amazement, and he began to grin widely.

“Y/N, that was amazing! I can never remember that charm, and that was so smart of you!”

Once again, he took notice of the way Y/Ns cheeks heated up, and laughed a little.

Meanwhile, Y/N was at a loss for words, normally they could respond to compliments just fine. But, this one came from Neville, which automatically made their whole week.

“Anyways, where do you want to start?” Neville politely asked, pulling on his gardening gloves.

“We were learning about Bowtruckles, and Professor Sprout asked me to write a double sided parchment on their behaviour. I can’t find anything good enough for it though, and this is the 8th time this year I haven’t been able to write an assignment like this.”

His face lit up at the mention of Bowtruckles, very clearly excited to talk about them with somebody.

“Well,” he began, flipping through one of the books, “it’s a very peaceful and shy creature. However, if the tree it lives in is threatened, it attempts to harm the one who’s hurting the tree. If you offer woodlice, the Bowtruckle will be less angry and hostile, and you can get some wood-wand from its tree.”

He turned his gaze back towards Y/N, who was leaning on the table, listening intently and watching his face with wonder on theirs.

“Here, I’d recommend these books. They explain a whole bunch of things about Bowtruckles. Read chapters 6, 9, and 18 here, and then I can help you write that assignment.” He said, smiling at Y/N happily.

They nodded, giving a sincere and genuine thank you, which made his heart flutter, and then they grabbed the books and quickly ran back to the Hufflepuff common room.

And, this went on for weeks. Y/N and Neville meeting and trying to fix their Herbology grade.

The best parts?

A) Y/Ns grade was improving! They were understanding a bit more, and had grown a lot closer with Neville. At this point, the two of them were inseparable when they weren’t in separate classes.

B) Y/N was purposely forgetting and pretending not to understand things so she and Neville could continue meeting. It was all part of her master plan.

~

On this special day in April, Neville was happily talking and grinning adorably about Herbology during one of their sessions.

Y/N wasn’t listening though. They were focused on Nevilles face, and how his eyes were shining, his cheeks were flushed, and, his lips. They wanted to stand up and kiss them so badly.

They wanted to kiss Neville until they were the only thing Neville could think about.

They wanted to kiss Neville until they both couldn’t think straight.

They wanted to kiss Neville until they couldn’t breathe.

And, Neville did too. For the past weeks, it was all he wanted to do.

Sadly, Y/N was unaware of Nevilles true feelings. That wasn’t going to stop their next move though.

He was standing in front of them, leaning on the desk and rambling on and on about something. Y/N stood up, and pressed their lips against his.

And, there it was. A spark. The spark they’d both been dreaming of for months.

Neville kissed back, gently placing his hands on either side of their face, while their hands rested on his shoulders.

When they pulled away, both of their faces were flushed and they were slightly panting.

“I, uh, so i’ve kinda liked you for.. about 2 years by my best guess, and I wasnt thinking, so I kissed you. And, i’m sorry? I think?” They said, awkwardly placing their hands by their side and refusing to make eye contact.

Neville laughed, taking their cold and shaky hands in his. “I’ve liked you for awhile too. I don’t think I was ever going to tell you anytime soon though.”

Y/N rolled their eyes with a playful smile. “You’re so weird.”

“So are you.”

The session ended with no more work being done, and the two laughing and making out, and then Neville walked Y/N to the Hufflepuff common room, getting one last kiss before they went to sleep.

#harry potter #neville longbotton x reader #neville longbottom #mars writing 🧈

[hopepaigeturner]

An Offer from An Avid Reader: Eloise's Storyline

So, I’ve touched upon this before, but Eloise will be another significant storyline within S4. Primarily because she can push along bigger plot points, but also because I think S5 will be her season.

I’ve touched upon my hopes for Eloise, her character development and her season here and here—go check them out if you want. But this post is going to be delving into the specifics of Eloise’s character arc in S4.

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From talking to doing.

This season I wish for Eloise to do something. Now, whether this is taking up Whistledown from Penelope (which I’m not 100% about) or starting her own column—that is up to the S3 writers. But I would like her to do something.

My idea is that she starts doing a column, a little more political than Whistledown, but along those lines. Why? Because it works. Penelope showed that it was a successful model to grab people’s attention—so why wouldn’t Eloise be able to achieve the same thing? Surely Penelope showed that this is the only successful way to get your voice heard?

 Expect that Eloise is not Penelope, so while Whistledown was very popular, Eloise’s will be less so. It’s not a complete failure but everyone compares it to Whistledown in the negative.

And ofcourse it is not as good as Penelope’s! Opinion columns were the best way for Penelope to express herself and her talent. Eloise is not Penelope; she needs to find her own writing form.

Consequently, throughout the season we get Eloise running around Bloomsbury with a very faithful footman and her slightly exasperated ladies’ maid—Sophie.

Links with other storylines:

Eloise will be in a prime position to be the one who publishes the servant scandal that Whistledown did in the book.

The trios hijinks around London can set up the scene where Sophie almost gets spotted by Araminta…which leads to her panic attack…which leads to Benedict helping her…which lead to that sofa scene.

By the end of the season Eloise has matured in her writing, realising that she should do what she wants to do, not what everyone else does. And this leads her to submit the manuscript of her novel to a certain publishing house that is run by a plant-loving herbologist…

Feminist Education:

In this season Eloise will learn the true plight of working-class women and how they have even less power than herself.

She will also come to understand a fundamental truth of all justice seeking movements; justice movements should be constructed based upon what the oppressed want, not what their more privileged counterparts assume they wish for. As Sophie shall say;

“You have passion, you have the mind…you just need the heart, Eloise.”

Scenes/Plot:

The Lady in the Black Veil scenes

Sophie talking back/truth talking to Eloise

Episode 4: Eloise becomes a maid for the day and learns about needing empathy.

Eloise publishing the servant scandal.

Link with other storylines:

Sets up/teaches her skills for empathy, ready for Phillip in her season. More here.

A key avenue to Eloise's softening this season.

Gradually eroding self-esteem and isolation.

This is the season where Eloise starts feeling ‘left behind’, isolated and useless. I like how in past seasons we have seen flickers of how, yes, Eloise has distaste for the ton—but she still feels an overwhelming pressure to succeed in it.

All her sisters have been a success in the marriage mart, a force compounded in this season by Francesca’s love-match to an Earl.  Her mother continually misunderstands her, (even though she tries quite hard) and even heightens Eloise’s shame and insecurities. And the pressure increases because Francesca has a love-match so there is only Eloise and Benedict left. I think we can all guess who Violet would focus on more…

Further, Eloise no longer has Pen.

Penelope is off living a life full of love and adventure with Colin (as she should be). And if she returns it is no longer Eloise who is her favourite Bridgerton. It is not Eloise who Penelope wishes to sit next to. It is not Eloise who Penelope will share her hopes, fears, and jokes. In Eloise’s eyes, Colin has replaced her.

And other than Penelope, Eloise doesn’t really have any friends. She’s socially awkward at the best of times and combative at the worst. She does not care for dancing or dresses or suitors like most of the ton, so conversation is bound to be stilted. And she really struggles to put on a façade with anyone. What you see is what you get with Eloise Bridgerton and that is refreshing for the audience but at the same time, in a culture where pretence is a necessity, very jarring.

Consequently:

Eloise is more likely to wish for a friend, and latch onto Sophie throughout the season.

Secondly, it will set her up to be in a position where she stands at the beginning of TSPWL. A place where she is a little desperate…and desperately lonely.

For ofcourse, all her friends have chosen another Bridgerton over her. And ofcourse, her greatest allies shall be married and living far away from Bridgerton House—this being Benedict and Sophie.

She shall be the disappointment of the family, the spinster who sits unnoticed in the corner as her baby-filled, love-gushing family swirl around. Now pushed further on the fringes, her voice maturing but also quieting…

Overall, while Eloise grows as a writer and feminist in season 4 she shall have growing isolation, and lack of self-worth.

Why, a marriage of convenience might be a very intriguing concept…especially as at the end of the season when Eloise has her pen pal.

Just think: desperation +rashness+ lovely garden-adoring botanist, (who happens to own a publishing house) = just enough motivation for a little trip to the countryside…

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I’d love to hear your ideas/corrections/opinions and always open to chat or requests. So...

Check out the list here, for more of my ideas.

Check out the general arcs of my prospective S4 here.

Thanks for reading--go grab yourself a cup of tea!

#an offer from an avid reader #eloise bridgerton #sophie beckett #give me complex female characters! #s4 speculation #the friendship we need #an offer from a gentleman #bridgerton #eloise being a whirlwind #sophie and john chasing after her

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Hi!

About Me and Request Guidelines

So far: Star Wars, Marvel, Harry Potter, Avatar the Last Airbender, and The World of Mister Plant

Requests: OPEN!! :D

Angst - 😢

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Argos the Crossing Guard (and some art)

Warnings: Implied murder

Argos x Mr. Plant

Star Wars: TCW & TBB

Medic -😢 🔪

Warnings: Injuries, General Krell, angst

Rex x reader, gn!reader

The Cyborg's Apprentice, one point five, Part 2 🔪😢

Warnings: self harm, injuries, in-world slur (for droids)

Sith!reader x Obiwan, Ahsoka, Kix, Grievous (NON romantic for all of them) gn!reader

Blood and Marrow 🔪😢

Warnings: Needles, improper conditions for prisoners, bone marrow stealing, surgery without anesthetic, torture essentially, kidnapping, in-world curse word, parental death, iv’s

Gn!reader, teen!reader, Rex x reader, Kix x reader (both platonic)

To Be Held 🔪😢

Warnings: Angst, blood, and wounds

Gn!reader, Tech x reader

Marvel

The Winged One 🔪 (injuries) Part 2 😢🔪

Warnings: a fall from a great height, descriptions of fever, sickness, and infection

Bucky x teen!reader (platonic ofc), gn!reader

A Vigilante's Guide to Saving Spiders🔪😢

Warnings: Injuries, electricity, cursing

Peter x teen!reader (not romantic (yet?)), gn!reader

Runaway -😢

Warnings: Creepy fans, Steve and Tony being jerks, running away

Avengers x reader (platonic), Daisy Johnson x reader (platonic), gn!reader

White Fang - ☁️ & a little 😢

Warnings: Food scarcity, severely underweight reader

Avengers x teen!reader (platonic), Peter Parker x reader, gn!reader

The Healer: Series Masterlist, Part 1,(🔪😢)

Warnings: Injuries, trauma, bad sleep schedules, and bad eating habits, medical stuff

Avengers x teen!reader (platonic), gn!reader

Dog Tags 😢('Dead' dad) 🔪

Warnings: Reader beats up some people, mentions of a dead parent.

Steve x daughter!reader, Nat x child!reader (platonic ofc), fem!reader

Just a Little Stab Wound🔪&☁️

Warnings: Stab wound.

Peter Parker x gn!reader (Aunt May also shows up)

Harry Potter

A Strange Pair 🔪😢&☁️, Part 2 ☁️

Warnings: Description of reader (hair), abusive & unsupportive parents, food insecurity, loneliness, nightmares

Fred Weasley x reader, gn!reader

The Herbologist and the Forest Spirit ☁️& a lil 😢

Warnings: Cuddles, fem reader, mentions of Cedric's death.

Neville Longbottom x Half-forest-spirit reader, gn!reader

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[emcacolville]

worldbuilding ramble

i guess this is the best place for it, so i would like to do a little talkytalk about some aspects of the world building that i find interesting that i've taken time to flesh out. (if ur new here, i'm em, i'm writing a comic called Miko's Midnight Meowsterpieces that i'm soon to be publishing on webtoon.)

re: magic and herbology

in this world, magic is dying out. it is so rarely practised anymore, that magical artefacts are worth a fortune, and most wizards keep their abilities to themselves, since magic users are so hard to come by, and every wizard's personal Well of Power* is limited. the limit is very difficult to breach during the lifetime of a wizard, unless they were to extend their lifespan, in which case, let's say their power lasts 100 years, if used fairly sparingly.

power is not something that can be diluted when passed down through families, or from teacher to student. each person who comes into that power, has their own personal source that they call to. so in way, its more like their well of power is unlocked when they are Cloaked* or born. so, in the grand scheme of things, technically, anyone could become a wizard, but also, not *just* anyone.

there are legends of wizards that had unlimited wells of power, but only because they bent the rules surrounding use of magic, like how there are some loopholes with genie powers, and you technically could summon more magic power with magic. this is very much frowned upon, but also, wizards like this don't exist anywhere in the immediate vicinity of Miko's world, save a few references by other characters here and there.

dependant on the size/strength of the spell, enchantment, curse, or magic-imbued potion/item, different amounts of power are used. power is inquantifiable, but for the reader's sake, you can think of it as MP*. we could say that a sleep aid potion would take 1MP to imbue with magic, whereas a transformation curse that affects an entire bloodline would use 500MP. it is impossible for anyone, excluding the magic user themself, to determine exactly how much power they have left, which is why, for the fun of mystery, i won't tell you how much power each wizard starts with >:)

also, i'll leave some examples of how much power different spells/imbuements/curses could take, so you can get a better idea of things:

an enchantment on a living creature that means they can fly at will. effective until death of target or removed - 150MP

an imbuement on an artist's easel that means the easel can shrink to a portable size, and expand at will. effective until intentional destruction of magical item - 35MP

a transformation spell that turns a cat into a donkey. effective until removed, or until target falls asleep - 5MP

but in the world Miko walks, wizards are hard to find, and most are in hiding because they don't want to be extorted for their power. in its place, however, herbology is on the rise.

herbology is a popular profession, and some believe it to be the "new magic". the issue is, however: herbology can be practised by anyone, and magic can only be used by those who have either have been Cloaked, or are born into a magic-using family.

due to the lack of magic in the world, some herbologists have even gone as far as to scam people, and pretend that their wares have been magically imbued, where in actual fact, they're just some strange concoction of ingredients that kind of do the job.

in a way, herbology is more complex than magic. there is still an element of gathering specific ingredients for a potion in both lines of work, but magic potions are more focused on the magic side of things. the only ingredients they need to add are to form the base of the potion, and the actual imbuement is what gives it real power. in herbology, sourcing those ingredients is the most important part, as those ingredients are what give it power.

for example, a creativity elixir. sounds simple enough? a magic user would only need to form the base of the potion (with drinkable ingredients), and then imbue it with the magical effects they want it to have. in this case, it would be the effect of simply making them feel more inspired, and wanting to create artwork.

but if we're talking about a herbologists creativity elixir, not only would they need to source ingredients to form the base of the potion, they've got to find ingredients to produce the same or simlar effects, and add them to the mix. a herbologist could use ingredients like stinky cheese, chamomile, and valerian, and it would create a potion that would put you to sleep, and give you very vivid dreams. the kind of vivid dreams that could potentially inspire an artist?

one more thing about herbology and magic: there are wizards that have willingly used their power to imbue crop fields, seeds, or even entire forests/natural regions, and this has created magic ingredients. this was a way that some wizards found to share their power with common people, who would otherwise not have access to magic. it was a very generous use of their power, as this would have taken immense amounts of MP, but there were wizards, that once upon a time, thought it more important to be able to share their power to be used for good, rather than keep it all to themselves. some of these ingredients can be used in herbology to make powerful concoctions, - good and bad- but like all magic items, they either come at a high price, or are extremely hard to find.

if you've made it this far, thank you! and keep eyes peeled for Miko's Midnight Meowsterpieces when its out :3

*glossary: - Cloaked: to be deemed as a magic user in a rite performed by dying wizards - Well of Power: a wizards personal supply of magic power within themselves. - MP: a term commonly used in fantasy RPG videogames, referring to Mana Points. - spell: short term magic, effective until target falls asleep, or in the case of summoning spells, lasts until the spell-caster stops concentrating on it. it is not possible to use any other kind of magic whilst focusing on a summoning spell. if performed on a target, it is always removed when target falls asleep, and the spell-caster can use other kinds of magic after this. - enchantment: long term magic, effective until the caster removes it, or death of the target. generally costs more MP than spells do. in the case of summoning enchantments, the longer it lasts, and the more powerful the summon, the more MP it costs. if performed on a person, it is only an enchantment if it is either for the obvious betterment of a target and/or with their consent. in the case of targets who cannot communicate, like creatures that aren't already enchanted to speak, it only has to be for their betterment. - curse: also long term magic, and basically just like enchantments, but against consent, and most often with negative impact. curses are to enchantments the same way nightmares are to dreams. - imbuement: the process of making an item magical, or creating magic potions. effective until potion is drank, or the other ingredients in the potion have expired, or the magical item is destroyed.

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[theenchantedecho]

The Merry Macabre Dance of the Ministry: Are We Feasting on Fumes?

Darlings, lend me your ears and hold onto your hampers! The Ministry of Magic, under the ever-watchful eye of the ever-so-pretentious Barty Crouch Sr., has decided to add a new dimension to our list of terrors – the fearful spectre of rationing. Our sweet chocolate frogs are now nothing more than a fond memory!

Who hasn't seen the half-hearted posters, with pitiful nifflers beseeching us to "save a sickle, secure the future"? How delightful, if only it didn't remind us of the lurking Death Eater menace!

We have the ever so high-and-mighty Archibald Alderton, heir to the Alderton's Exploding Biscuits empire, preaching from his lofty Hogsmeade mansion, "Stockpile and survive". Oh, Mr. Alderton, do remember those common witches and wizards scraping the cauldron bottom while you cozy up in your manor!

Smoke and Mirrors or a Meal Ticket?

At Diagon Alley, a rather green-thumb griped about the scarcity of double-fermented dragon dung. "For the greater good? I'd have more luck growing a Whomping Willow in a teacup!" he grumbled, his face sourer than a Pickled Slug.

The so-called beacon of wisdom, Professor McGonagall, urges us to remember the less fortunate. Noble indeed, if only her words could quench the thirst of a house-elf who's run out of elf-made wine!

Are We the Puppets on Their Stage?

Venturing into the dingy depths of the Leaky Cauldron, Doris Dimpleton exclaimed amidst her sobs, "They'll be rationing our magic next!" It seems we're teetering on the brink of a magical depression.

Our dear Death Eaters continue their shadowy plotting, feasting on our fear while the Ministry pinches our knuts!

Skeeter's Scintillating Scoop!

Is this rationing a foreboding sign of darker days or a shallow show of might? Caught in a web of uncertainty, we watch our magical stocks dwindle.

Meanwhile, Madam Rosmerta of The Three Broomsticks seems to have found a loophole around the tightening rations. How come her casks are still overflowing while the rest of us thirst?

Rationing or Restraining?

"They're restricting our ingredients," hisses Septimus Sprout, the outspoken Herbologist of Diagon Alley. "Next, they'll ask us to count every sneezewort stem before brewing!".

And what of the Order of the Phoenix? Are they nobly suffering under these restrictions or cunningly circumventing them, perhaps with tricks learnt from their Death Eater foes?

Skeeter's Verdict

Are we looking at a future where magical prowess is measured by pantry size? Is rationing a war necessity or just a taste of more oppression to come?

The Ministry may fancy their puppet show, but when the strings snap, it will be us picking up the pieces!

Fear not, dear readers! I promise to keep digging and delving beneath the masquerade. Here's to brighter days and remember, every cloud supposedly has a silver lining... or so they say!

Until the next whisper on the wind, my dearest readers!

With love and a dash of daring, Rita

#Barty Crouch Sr #professor mcgonagall #madam rosmerta

[weedexchange]

potential careers

#sheep herder #proffessional homeless crackhead #gas station night shift #soil scientist #janitor #farm hand #train hopper #grocery store flower employee #grocery store bakery employee #taco bell #garbage man #bartender #geologist #herbologist #fire lookout #idek #trucker #meter reader #kiln operator #construction worker #child pyschologist #school crossing gaurd #mailman #work in the everglades #species conservation #hm #idk im just feeling very directionless rn so im reminding myself that their plenty of cool things to do in this world #omg waitress but in the desert #personal #write books that only get discovered after i die

[prttydolls]

Sooo, for a fluffy idea

So, Reader is a herbologist and she is taking care of a greenhouse she has when suddenly she hears ruffling nearby and in from the bushes comes Draco (<33) and he sees the reader and is mesmerized by her beauty and then he has a love-hate relationship with the reader but in the end they end up together and maybe kiss? You can decide a few details to this but yuppp !!

just a kiss — draco malfoy

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠[𝐬] : none.

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : draco malfoy x reader

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨 : hufflepuff!reader, chubby!reader, 4th-5th year ish?

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : I hope this good nix!! Also I added chubby reader to just appreciate chubby people like me 👍🏼😔

“just re-organize those plants over there, and put the mandrakes abit closer to the sunlight oh! And be careful.” Proffesor sprout instructed. “yes proffesor, thank you for trusting me to take care of the green house.” she thanked the proffesor.

“oh no problem dearie, I'll be back in a hour oh! And once you leave close the door.” and sprout slammed the door shut making some plant shake.

“Okay, move the mandrakes and organize got it..”

As (yn) began to organize plants alphabetical, she noticed the Bush from outside moving around, she assumed it was a hungry animal or just an animal in general. So she stopped and checked to see who it was, to her suprise it was draco malfoy.

“draco? What are you doing here?” she asked the boy, “uhm— I.” he looked stunned he had know (yn) from teachers and class mates, but he never met her in personal.

Draco saw the most beautiful human he had ever seen, yes she was abit chubby but still she was gorgeous ethereal.

“hello, draco?” (yn) called out snapping her fingers all across his face. “Ah-yes I'm sorry.. I was supposed to prank a friend.. Your (yn) right?” he said as he stood up from his hiding spot.

“yeah, I am.. whyd you ask?”

“well, I'm just curious, why are you here in the green house shouldn't you be studying or hanging out with your friends?” he asked, “yeah, but I'd like to help out proffesor sprout time to time..” She shrugged.

Draco nodded and followed her to the green house, the two had a unexpectedly good time in that 1 hour. (yn) thought that draco was a really a bad person, but he wasn't even all bad he seems to.

He's really sweet, and nice.

“and we're done, alright..” (yn) sighed happily at their her work finally finished.

“it was fun hanging out with you (yn).” draco smiled, a genuine one, a smile that rarely anyone sees. “same here...” they both smiled at eachother, even though they just hung out draco wanted to kiss her lips.

“hey (yn)?”

“yeah?”

“could-could I kiss you?” he asked shyly, (yn)ʼs cheeks turned into red hues, “y-you could draco..” She replied.

Draco cupped one of her cheeks and leaned in, there was no hair pulling or anything.. It was soft and delicate.

As the two finally stopped kissing, draco smiled. “would you like to accompany me to the black lake?” draco said with a huge grin across his pale face, “I'd love to draco.”

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#draco malfoy #draco lucius malfoy #draco x reader #draco imagine #draco malfoy imagine #draco fanfiction #draco fic #draco fluff #— {🐚} her work's !

[iliveiloveiwrite]

To Be Loved By You // Cedric Diggory

Request: Salut!!!! I really love your writing!!!! I love your writing soooooo much!!! Please could you do a Cedric X Hufflepuff reader one where they have been best friends for a very long time and after the third Triwizard tournament task she thinks he's dead but Madame Pomfrey heals him and he admits his feelings by accident. - anon

A/N: Anyone who knows my writing process, knows that I absolutely cannot stand writing flashbacks. However, for you nonnie, I have. The flashbacks begin with a date and a location - they're in italics. I hope you all like!!

Warnings: FEMALE READER - she/her pronouns, injuries, angst, flashbacks, swearing, pining, mutual pining, happy ending.

Word Count: 2.7k

The stone floor of the corridor had never felt so cold against her skin; she didn’t know how long she had been sat there – long enough for the cold to seep into her bones and become part of her, but not long enough to give in to the urge to move about and warm up.

The evening comes back to her in flashes; a glimpse of a handsome smile, a wave of a hand… the sickening thump of a lifeless body as it landed in the arena.

It had all been planned. Every last moment of the trial had been planned; Cedric knew of the maze, knew of the statistics before going in… No-one expected the portkey.

She closes her eyes; letting her head fall back onto the cold, stone wall with a similar thump made by Cedric’s body as he fell back into the arena, cradled by Harry Potter. Taking a deep breath, she covers her eyes with her hands, resolutely refusing to let any of her tears fall. There would be plenty of time for that later if things didn’t work out.

It had all been so fast. Cedric and Harry landing in front of the schools; the screams from Harry, the anguished cries of Amos Diggory; the rush of teachers swarming around the two students – one breathing, one not.

She hadn’t felt the hand at her elbow; hadn’t heard the pleas of Professor Sprout urging her to stay back, to not look. She had ignored them all; wrenching free of the Herbologist’s grip and rushing to where Cedric was laid out for all to see. She had stopped short, pushed down the cry that tried to force its way out. Instead, she began to violently shake, her trembling hand reaching out for the boy who had promised to be her friend forever.

She had followed the rush of teachers to the hospital wing; Dumbledore hadn’t been with them, having followed Harry Potter and Mad-Eye Moody. Sprout refused to let her inside; fixing her with a look that practically begged her to try and enter the room to see what would happen. (Y/N) relented. She sat herself on the floor across from the door and refused to move.

There she sat, and there she stays. Her head beginning to ache from the pressure of fear, worry and upset boiling up. No-one had updated her; no-one had left the hospital wing.

Removing her hands from her face, (Y/N) stares at the old, wooden doors of the hospital wing. Never in her life had she felt so far away from the boy who had promised her an eternity of friendship. Never in her life had she felt such undiluted fear.

She had to remain strong. Madame Pomfrey is the best there is at healing any and all injuries; if anyone could heal Cedric, it would be her.

Silence. Silence from the corridor; silence from her lips; silence from the hospital doors.

With no noise coming from behind the doors, she lets herself fall into her memories.

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June 1982, Devon.

The summer months of the year always brought with it an increase in the amount of social events. Families brimming with magical powers gathering in their masses to catch up, to spend money, to have fun. The summer months of the year were always the most entertaining.

(Y/N) sits at one of the many tables in the large garden, arms crossed with an unimpressed look on her face. At five years old, the last thing she wanted to be doing was spending the day with her parent’s friends. She would much rather be with her own toys, creating her own stories.

Her legs swing underneath her chair as she reaches for the napkins arranged in the shape of swans. It seems that she would have to make up her own stories to pass the time.

(Y/N) is on the third act of her swan drama when someone, a boy, sits down next to her. Refusing to acknowledge him, (Y/N) continues with her story. The papa swan had returned from his quest with news of how to solve the mystery plaguing the two; the mama swan was rejoicing at the news.

“Who are you?” She asks eventually as the swan town is saved, her curiosity getting the better of her as she continues to gaze at the strange boy now sitting at her table.

“I’m Cedric Diggory,” The brown haired boy introduces, holding his hand out for the pigtailed girl to take.

She hesitates for a second before taking the outstretched hand. “Hello Cedric, I’m (Y/N).”

“Do you want to be friends, (Y/N)?” Cedric asks, grey eyes wide with childish innocence.

“Will you be my friend forever?” She asks; her voice small as she begins to worry over not having a friend like Cedric.

“Pinkie promise,” Cedric states seriously, holding out his pinkie finger for her to take.

Pinkies hooked together, (Y/N) seals the promise with Cedric. When Cedric smiles at her, (Y/N)’s day becomes much brighter.

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September 1989, Kings Cross Station, London.

“I’m nervous,” (Y/N) admits, falling into a seat beside Cedric in an otherwise empty train compartment. She keeps the smile on her face as finds her parents tear-filled eyes on the platform. They blow kiss after kiss; (Y/N) returns each and every one of them.

“I am too,” Cedric confesses, reaching for her hand. He squeezes it once in a reassuring manner before letting it drop.

Final waves are exchanged just as the train whistles for the last time before departing the station. The two youngsters remain silent as the train begins its long journey to the school for witchcraft and wizardry; their minds caught up in their own hopes and fears.

“Cedric,” (Y/N) whispers, fiddling with her fingers as she wonders how best to approach the subject that has been plaguing her mind since the acceptance letters had first arrived on their doorsteps all those weeks ago.

“(Y/N),” Cedric prompts, “What is it?”

She sighs, pushing her hair out of her face in frustration. “You aren’t going to leave me, are you?”

“Why would you think that?”

(Y/N) shrugs. “You’re destined to become popular. I just don’t want you to forget me.”

Cedric frowns; eyebrows furrowing as he thinks over the impossibility brought up. “I could never forget you. We made a pinkie promise, remember.”

The knot in her chest loosens at his words; (Y/N) breathes a relieved sigh. She had been nervous about school; about leaving her parents, about leaving her routine of the day. Most of all, she had been nervous about losing Cedric. As she looked at him now, (Y/N) could see a glimpse of the man he is destined to become peek out from under the boyish charm. It would be impossible for Cedric to go through Hogwarts unnoticed; she could only hope she would be with him for every step of the way.

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December 1994, Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry.

The Triwizard Tournament and its organising body could all go to hell, (Y/N) thinks to herself as she overhears a group of Fifth Years discuss the upcoming second challenge and Yule Ball.

Her heart had fallen through to her feet when Cedric’s name was pulled out of the Goblet of Fire. He had turned to her with such glee written on his face that the fear didn’t have time to lodge itself in her throat before he had been up and away, making his way to the Victor’s Lounge without her.

The first challenge had her close to collapsing. The size of the dragon compared to Cedric; the size of the burn on his arm as he had grabbed the Golden Egg. (Y/N) had all but duelled Dumbledore himself when she had entered the medical tent just in time to see the salve being spread across Cedric’s arm. Cedric had calmed her down, only just, however.

They would need to do better for the second challenge. Cedric had to win.

“You need to stop thinking so hard,” Cedric teases, sitting down beside her, his finger smoothing away the lines that had gathered on her forehead.

“That’s easy for you to say,” (Y/N) snorts, “You got by the first challenge with minimal injuries. We need to think of something better for the second challenge.”

“Already on it,” Cedric states proudly, puffing out his chest.

“Let’s hear it,” (Y/N) challenges, crossing her arms.

“The Bubble-Head Charm.”

(Y/N) purses her lips. “That could actually work.”

Cedric reels back as if insulted. “I did get an O in my Charms OWL, I’ll have you know.”

“Now you have to find a date to the Yule Ball and your to-do list is essentially complete.”

“Go with me,” Cedric urges; his grey eyes bright with hope and happiness. “Go with me to the Yule Ball.”

“Don’t you want to ask someone else?” She asks to make sure. “I heard Cho Chang talking about you just the other day; you would make a cute couple.”

Cedric frowns; the usual line forming between his eyebrows as he thinks over her words. He shakes his head, “I don’t want to go with Cho. I want to go with you.”

With such stark honesty reflecting in his voice, how could she say no? “Alright then,” (Y/N) smiles, “I’ll be your date to the Yule Ball, but I won’t apologise for standing on your toes when we dance.”

Cedric laughs; the very sound music to her ears as a large smile breaks across his face. “My toes shall survive.”

She shakes her head in exasperated fondness though she cannot ignore the eruption of butterflies in her stomach. (Y/N) would be a fool if she didn’t see the looks Cedric gathered from fellow students; she would be a fool to ignore the countless times he had been asked to the ball. Instead, (Y/N) notes with giddiness, he had asked her.

It takes a fair while to find the perfect gown, but eventually, (Y/N) settles on a navy blue number that would stand out from the ice blue and white decoration of the Great Hall. Her mind had been racing for the whole day; images of what could happen flashing through her mind like a poorly executed rom-com.

Cedric meets her outside of the Great Hall and all her worries wash away. She meets his eyes, takes his hand and it feels as if everything clicks into place for her. He leads her onto the dancefloor; the four champions opening the ball for every school in attendance.

The music washes over her; her only focus being Cedric. It’s then, she realises, that she could spend a lifetime wrapped in Cedric’s arms and she would never tire of the feel of him against her. She would always find something new to love, something new to admire. She could live a thousand lifetimes with the teenager in front of her, and she would love him in each and every one of them.

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It’s hours before the doors to the hospital wing open again. She only knows this as she had tracked the movement of the moon across the sky until the sun begins to rise, its rays brightening the corridors.

(Y/N) stands as the hinges creak and Professor Sprout walks through. Her face is grim, but there is relief in her eyes as she pauses at the sight of (Y/N).

“Please,” (Y/N) whispers, her voice hoarse from hours of silence, “Please can I see him?”

Professor Sprout sighs. “He needs to rest, my dear. He’s been through a lot.”

“He’s alive?” (Y/N) croaks; tears springing to her eyes, a sob lodging itself in her throat.

“He’s alive,” Sprout confirms, the first smile in hours growing on her face.

“I have to see him,” (Y/N) insists. “Please. I have to tell him something important.”

“Whatever it is, I’m sure it can wait until Cedric has had some sleep.”

(Y/N) shakes her head; disregarding the words of her beloved house leader, pushing her way through to the hospital wing. There is no fight from Professor Spout; she had tried her hardest at the arena, and again just now, but she would not stand in the way any longer.

The hospital wing is silent; the occasional bustle of skirts from Madame Pomfrey as she tidies up what looks to be countless bottles of potions and remedies. She doesn’t smile as (Y/N) steps further into the wing; she tries her best but cannot summon the strength to do so as the last reserves of her energy go towards cleaning up the mess made earlier.

“Where is he?” (Y/N) asks quietly, not wanting to disturb the matron from her work.

Madame Pomfrey remains silent, pointing to a bed half obscured by a pale curtain. “Thank you,” (Y/N) whispers; both women aware that the words stand for much more than a point in the right direction.

She slows her steps as she nears the hospital bed; she doesn’t know what to expect. Cedric hadn’t been moving; hadn’t been breathing the last time she saw him. She couldn’t think of what to expect now that she was mere metres away from him.

Her hands shakes, but she tightens them into fists as she makes her way around the curtain.

It’s there that she lets herself heave the first relieved sigh of the night. Cedric sits up in the hospital bed; propped up by countless fluffy pillows courtesy of Madame Pomfrey. His face is bruised and battered; the dark purple and black a stark contrast to his pale skin. His torso is bandaged, no doubt offering limited support to the numerous broken ribs suffered at the hands of the Dark Lord.

He looks like hell personified, but at the sight of (Y/N) standing at the end of his bed, Cedric smiles as if granted access through the gates of Heaven. “I wondered when you’d be getting here,” He drawls though his voice is somewhat breathless. He shifts in the bed, grimacing as he clearly brings on a new wave of pain.

“You scared me, you arse,” She whispers, barely in control of her own emotions as she stares at the scores of bandages covering Cedric’s body.

Cedric tries to laugh, but it comes out as a wheeze. “Not my intention, promise.”

“Nevertheless.”

Meeting his eyes, it’s hard to keep the relieved smile off her face. (Y/N) feels the familiar stretch of her cheeks and does nothing to stop the smile from growing. The last hours of her life are not ones she would ever choose to repeat. If she wanted to smile now – after seeing Cedric alive – she would damn well smile.

“Have you forgiven me?” Cedric asks; his own smile growing.

(Y/N) crosses her arms, fixing her fellow Hufflepuff with an unimpressed look. “You’ve got a lot to make up for.”

“I do?”

She nods; her expression turning solemn as she thinks of his lifeless body in the arena. “You almost left me behind,” She whispers, her voice close to breaking.

Cedric shifts in his hospital bed; shuffling to the side where he pats the empty space. “Come on,” He urges softly.

(Y/N) hesitates for a moment, but when she sees the steely determination in the set of his jaw and the grey of his eyes, she has no choice but to slide onto the bed with him. Their arms brush as (Y/N) settles next to Cedric; the very touch and the heat of his skin reminding her that Cedric is here, he’s alive and he’ll be okay. The very thought is powerful enough to bring fresh tears to her eyes.

“You can’t do that again,” She states confidently.

“Do what? Enter a deadly competition?” Cedric snorts, “I think my danger days are long behind me.”

“I love that you can joke about this, Ced, but you scared the life out of me.”

Cedric reaches for her hand; tangling their fingers together and letting them rest on his covered thigh. “I could never leave you,” He whispers, “I love you too much to leave you behind.”

She lets her head fall onto his shoulder; careful of causing him any further pain. “I’ve wanted to hear those words for so long,” She murmurs, her thumb brushing over the back of his hand.

“Well, they’re out there. I love you, (Y/N). I have since you were creating stories with swan napkins, and I’ll love you for forever after.”

(Y/N) remains silent for a moment; squeezing Cedric’s hand with hers before turning her face, pressing a kiss to his jawline. “I love you too,” She replies. It’s all that’s needed in the end.

******

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"height". | george weasley, hp.

in which trivia disclosure leads to a whole lot of teasing from your boyfriend george.

✧ title: “height”.

✧ pairing: george weasley x nb!reader

✧ genre: fluff.

✧ word count: 712.

✧ warnings: george being a cheeky git, y/n mentions.

✦ author’s note: it's another george fic, bc i love him too much and i'm a simp. but i hope you guys enjoy this one !! have a great day everyone <333

On a dark wintry night in Hogwarts where all of the students are scurrying to their dorms in search of protection from the harsh weather, the strongest form of warmth can be found within the Gryffindor common room; where George and Y/N’s adoration for each other seems to be heating up every crevice of the tower.

“Did you know that Gillyweed was first discovered by a herbologist by the name of Beaumont Marjoribanks?” Y/N articulated, having read it off of their textbook. While most students were in their dorms doing godric-knows-what to keep themselves warm, Y/N and their boyfriend George strayed behind downstairs, keeping each other company as George slacks off on his history of magic essay and Y/N finishes up their herbology assignment.

“Hm, I wasn’t aware of that, love,” George replied as he toyed with the ends of his tie. As Y/N retreats back to their textbook to continue their assignment, George looks up– only to see his lover with their nose buried within the pages, looking absolutely adorable while they pour out all of their concern to some silly little scripts. At that moment, George began to yearn for the same attention; and he realized how concentrated they’ve been that they haven’t even taken a single break.

“Well, did you know that Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor were in a relationship?” George quipped, wiggling his eyebrows at Y/N. “They were not! That’s absolutely ridiculous,” Y/N retorts, sneering at George.

“You know what’s even more ridiculous? How you’re not even paying any attention to your super-hot boyfriend.” George added as Y/N keeps their eyes steady on their textbook, disregarding their boyfriend’s remarks. “I’m sorry, George, but I need to finish this before it’s due or else Professor Sprout will lose all the love she’s had for me. I’m one of her favorite students, you know.”

George merely sighs at Y/N’s words. Just as he was about to continue on with mindlessly playing with his clothes, an idea popped into his mind like a gift from the heavens. With a smirk on his face, he leans over to Y/N and asks, “Would Professor Sprout mind if I did this?” all before he snatches Y/N’s textbook out of their hand and holds it above his head, so as to keep it out of Y/N’s grasp.

“This isn’t funny, George! Give it back!” Y/N hollers in vexation, stretching out their hand and jumping up to reach their book. Unfortunately, their boyfriend was much too tall and possessed much longer arms than they did. As Y/N kept leaping for their book and even went as far as to climb onto George’s torso, all George could think about was how cute they looked at that moment. Nothing made him happier than foolish moments like this– especially now that he was finally able to give Y/N a break from working so hard.

But alas, nothing seemed to work for Y/N and they had no other choice but to simply give their boyfriend the attention he’d been so eager to receive. With that said, Y/N climbs down from George’s body and tilts their head up, coiling their arms around George’s neck and inches towards their lips. As the gap between the two lovers grows smaller and smaller, George slowly moves his hand down to find Y/N’s hair; the book coming down with it and coming closer to Y/N’s reach. When the book is finally close enough, Y/N snatches it out of his fingers and turns around just when their lips were about to touch; the word “Gotcha!” dripping like honey from their voice.

“Now, love, that’s just not fair,” George groans, keeping them close with a firm hold and a delicate touch. “But I’ll let it go since you’re very cute,” George adds, turning them around and crashing his lips on theirs.

As Y/N felt his delicate touch and the sweet taste of their lips on theirs, all they could think about was George– they can feel how warm their body is against theirs, how soft his ginger locks feel on their fingers, and how bloody good of a kisser he was. Their mind was riddled with nothing but George and the infatuation they felt for him– and no stupid assignment can come in between them now.

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