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anxiousnerdwritings · 1 year

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Yandere Aunt!Narcissa Black w/ Bellatrix’s Biological!Child!Reader Headcanons (platonic)

(Based off a post I did here.)

Tw: Yandere themes, mentions of pregnancy

Narcissa had been both greatly surprised and excited when her sister Bellatrix became pregnant. No matter how unaffected Bellatrix came off or how many times she referred to the entire situation as “crossing it off the list”, Narcissa couldn’t contain her giddiness at having a niece or nephew who she could spoil and who would grow up alongside Draco, becoming not only his best friend but also a sibling figure too.

She wished she could have had that when Andromeda had her daughter but her other sister had married a muggle and became a blood-traitor that the family didn’t bother mentioning anymore, let alone interacting with. So, this meant a lot to Narcissa and she was wholeheartedly invested in her pregnant sister and the soon to be newborn baby.

Narcissa would become very attentive towards her sister during her pregnancy, no matter how much it got on Bellatrix’s nerves. She would make sure Bellatrix didn’t do more than she needed to and took care of herself. Narcissa would also be extremely persistent in having Bellatrix stay at Malfoy manor throughout the ordeal, especially towards the end of her pregnancy. Dobby’s main priority while still very much under the Malfoy’s employment would be to tend to whatever Bellatrix needed or wanted, unless Narcissa said otherwise.

Given that there’s a good chance that Narcissa and Bellatrix would be pregnant around the same time, Narcissa would really look forward to bonding with her sister over something as special as this. Whenever Draco would kick while still in Narcissa’s stomach, she would immediately want Bellatrix to feel it. And she would expect Bellatrix to do the same to her whenever you kicked. If Bellatrix were to not then Narcissa would have to take it upon herself to always be touching her sister’s belly until she felt you kick for herself. Narcissa would really try to get Bellatrix to see the pregnancy and the soon to be child as more than just something to check off of a list and have expected from them.

When you are born and Bellatrix finally shows an ounce of emotion about it, Narcissa is overcome at the sight. Seeing her sister being so captivated by you reminded her of how she had been when she first saw and held Draco not too long ago. And at first Narcissa thought it was genuinely wholesome how attached and protective of you Bellatrix had become but eventually she saw just how twisted her sister was getting about it.

Sure, every mother has their maternal instincts and are completely devoted to their baby, especially so early on. But this, what Bellatrix was doing, was just a bit too much. Bellatrix wouldn’t allow anyone to touch you, let alone be anywhere near you, that wasn’t herself or Narcissa. She even took to sleeping in a completely separate room where she could stay and be with you, having you all to herself. It really was becoming worrisome to Narcissa regarding just how intense Bellatrix had become with you when she hadn’t really given a care or thought about you or her pregnancy as a whole in the beginning. But Narcissa would bite her tongue and keep her mouth shut. She didn’t want her sister to pull away from her and take you along with her. Besides, things were going to come to a stand still soon enough and Narcissa needed to be there for you.

After things come to light and it’s made apparent that the Ministry is coming down on them, Narcissa’s utter relief when Bellatrix gives you over to her to care for and raise in her absence is unfathomable. She wasn’t quite sure just what her sister would do, she can be so terrifyingly unpredictable, but fortunately Bellatrix made the best decision for you. Narcissa was going to love, care for and protect you just as she would Draco. You were a part of their family now and she was going to be your mother.

A part of her felt guilty for so greedily jumping into taking on a very prominent mother role for you that her sister herself couldn’t fill but at the end of the day Narcissa was reminded that this was for the better. Her being your mother was for the better. Of course she still loves her sister but she didn’t agree when it came to her parenting methods. She’s well aware that Bellatrix didn’t have much time with you before she was sent to Azkaban but just from what her sister had already divulged to her and had planned for your upbringing, Narcissa knew it wasn’t what you needed nor deserved.

Again, as much as she loves her sister, Narcissa didn’t want you to grow up to become like your mother and father. She wanted you to be your own person, to make your own choices, all while still following pure-blood traditions of course (to an extent at least). And so help her when Lucius takes to walking on eggshells around you, even at such a young age, all because he can’t separate you from your mother. It frustrates her to no end and she rips into him for it. You’re a baby for Merlin’s sake and he has the audacity to act like you’re going to curse him into next year or something.

From the moment Bellatrix hands you over to her, Narcissa has you and Draco sharing a crib and spending absolutely every second together. She doesn’t want Draco to grow up lonely, so to ensure that doesn’t happen Narcissa takes every opportunity to keep the two of you together, to grow attached to and depend on one another. She wants the two of you to be inseparable, truly and utterly attached to the hip and that’s just what she gets. Particularly, more on Draco’s side then yours. Albeit, you are in fact close to him and used to being by Draco’s side but Draco is much more overtly clingy and attached to you.

Narcissa thinks it’s the most endearing thing watching little Draco drag you around to wherever with him or him trailing closely behind you, almost running up the back of your heels as you go about whatever you’re doing. She absolutely loves the whole display and just the utter fact that Draco isn’t going to be all alone.

The more time goes by and as you get older, the more Narcissa sees you as her very own child. It completely escapes her that she’s only raising you in her sister’s stead and that you aren’t really hers. Especially when you call her ‘Mom’ for the first time. After that Narcissa goes so far to have you going by the Malfoy name. It took her a bit to get Lucius to allow that but he eventually gave in. When you get to Hogwarts no one is any the wiser to you being anything other than a Malfoy. And as far as Draco is concerned you’re his family. Whether that be a cousin or sibling, he couldn’t care less about the technicalities, you are a Malfoy to him and nothing will change that. The same goes for Narcissa and eventually even Lucius can’t see you as anything other than part of the family.

While you’re away at school, Narcissa will write to both you and Draco consistently and constantly. She eagerly awaits to hear from both of you, looking forward to knowing exactly what the two of you have been up to and how things are going. It would be Narcissa’s absolute joy for both you and Draco to be sorted into the same house so the two of you won’t be separated and hopefully that is what ends up happening but either way she would be supportive of you no matter what. Just keep writing to her, keeping her updated and she’ll be fine, otherwise she’ll worry to no end and seek out Draco to keep an even closer eye on you then she already had him doing.

Narcissa’s overall obsessive tendencies and behaviorism would be pretty tame, they wouldn’t necessarily go into overdrive until Bellatrix came back into the picture. And when that does happen it’s a complete whirlwind for Narcissa. Like, everything was going good, it had all been prefect and now your real mother was back. Everything Narcissa had done for the past decade while raising you immediately comes crashing down when Bellatrix breaks out and comes home.

She loves her sister, she truly does and she realizes you aren’t her child but that doesn’t take away from the fact that Narcissa feels extremely threatened having Bellatrix around. Narcissa can’t help but fear that you’ll prefer your real mother over her. She can’t help but feel like you’re being torn away from her now. It makes it so much worse how appreciative her sister is towards Narcissa, thanking her for being there for you and holding her place until she could come and claim it. It makes the feeling of having you torn away from her hurt all more. Bellatrix doesn’t know it quite yet but she’s only rubbing salt in the wound at this point by referring to Narcissa as nothing but merely a placeholder for all these years, completely invalidating everything she’s done and felt.

It’s going to be a tug-of-war between Bellatrix and Narcissa, both trying to pull and keep you close with them respectively. Narcissa is the one who is going to have the hardest time though. All these years she didn’t have to fight, she didn’t have any competition to go against but now she was fighting against her sister regarding her sister’s own child. As much as Narcissa understands that Bellatrix has every right to you, she can’t help but believe that she herself has more of a right to you than Bellatrix deserves given that Narcissa’s been with you all this time. She didn’t care that Bellatrix is your biological mother, as far as Narcissa saw it; she is your rightful mother.

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darkbluekies · 7 months

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Like magic —Part 1

part 2 Male!yandere x female!reader x female!yandere

Hogwarts AU

Summary: your parents have denied you access to going to hogwarts, but finally in your 3d year, you manage to sneak off. But is life really that good at hogwarts when two students take a concerningly big interest in you?

Warnings: bullying, indications of unstable home life, kissing (dubcon?), forcing reader to throw up,

Word count: 6.8k

A/N: I have loosely followed the AU, but have made up my own things for the plot to work, so don't take my work literally :)

It has to be a joke, right? There’s no way that you can run straight through a wall! You gulp and look around, seeing if anyone else is doing the same, or if anyone is noticing how much you’re staring at the pillar separating the two platforms. Finally, you see two others make it through and you decide to make a run for it. You close your eyes and when you dare to open them again, you’re there. The train, the students, it’s finally time. After three, long years.

You were supposed to start when you were eleven, but you weren’t allowed to. They didn’t believe you. If you hadn't picked the lock to your bedroom, you'd not be here this year either. You don't have anything — no books, no animals, no broom. You only have a wand and a packed suitcase. You watch the other students already wearing their Hogwarts uniforms. They hug their parents and catch up with their friends. You sneak onto the train and sit down in your own little coupe. Your heart is hammering against your chest. Your parents will figure it out soon enough and you're terrified that they'll stand on the platform and demand you to get off.

Just start the train, make it leave.

"Oh, excuse me", a voice says.

You turn your head to the door, seeing a blonde girl standing there with a black, Grey and yellow uniform on.

"Can I sit with you?" she asks and quickly adds: "I saw you out on the platform. You looked rather lost so i just wanted to see if I could help you."

"Yeah, sure", you answer, startled. "Thank you."

The girl sits down on the couch in front of you with a smile.

"I'm Hedwig", she smiles. "Third year student. What's your name?"

"Y/N", you answer hesitantly. "I'm … new."

"I see. You're a first year student?"

"Not exactly, no … I'm supposed to be in third year too-"

"Oh, really?" Hedwig shines up. "I don't think I've ever seen you before. Which house are you in?"

"I don't know." You shrug embarrassedly. "This is technically my first year."

"Oh … I see." She smiles brightly. "That's totally fine. I can help you if you want. We have some hours to kill, so I can fill you up on most things so you're not as lost when you reach Hogwarts as you were out on the platform."

"Yes, please, that would be great. Thank you."

Hedwig fills you in on basic information. Four houses, different characteristics, a talking hat gives you your house. The school is a gigantic castle that has moving stairs, every house has passwords to their common rooms, some teachers are asses, some are okay, some are nice. Don't wander into the forest, especially at night, stay out of certain corridors. The janitor's cat is an asshole.

"I suppose you're a muggleborn then", Hedwig smiles and adds when you frown confusedly: "born and raised by normal people. Otherwise you'd know most things already."

"Are you?" you wonder, wanting to find something in common with this extraordinary girl.

"Halfblood, actually. My dad is a businessman and my mother is a witch. But don't worry, I don't care about what type of families people come from. It doesn't interest me in the slightest."

"Do some care?"

Hedwig squirms uncomfortably. "Some do. Some people think that being from a wizard family makes them superior to halfbloods and muggleborns, but don't you worry, those people aren't worth socializing with."

"Which house are you in?"

Hedwig smiles and shows you the yellow logo on her cape. You can see a badger in the middle.

"I'm a Hufflepuff!" she smiles and giggles. "The best house according to me, but I'm supposedly a bit biased."

"Which do you think I'll get into?" you ask.

"I'm not sure. It's hard for me to say after only talking with you for thirty minutes … but I think you could be a Hufflepuff like me … or a Gryffindor."

"Why a Gryffindor?"

"I don't know, but you seem to have a steady heart."

"Which is the worst house?"

"There's no such thing as a 'worst house', Y/N. Every house has both good and bad people — even Hufflepuff. Although some houses may have a bigger percentage of 'bad' people." She sighs. "Slytherin. Although I do have some friends from Slytherin, some of the students in that house can be quite … scary. Their pride can be extremely big and they let that go out over other people. Don't worry about it though, not everyone is mean."

You nod and gulp.

Hedwig catches you up on some easy spells and knowledge on the rest of the way. You avoid every type of question that can lead her to know about your … situation.

You get sorted into a house in private, after Hedwig asks the principal about not pulling so much attention to you. You're embarrassed as if already. You're a Ravenclaw.

"The uniform is so pretty on you, Y/N!" she gasps as you come out of Dumbledore's office. "The blue looks really good on you."

"Thank you", you say and feel the material. "What do I do now?"

"We'll go back to the welcome ceremony and then you'll have to talk to your prefects. They'll fill you in with everything you need to know." She takes your hands in hers. "If you ever need any books, let me know and I'll lend you one, okay?"

"Thank you, Hedwig."

She doesn't let your hands go. You have to pull them back to be able to walk to the hall. You sit down with the other third years and glance over to Hedwig’s table.

"You know Hedwig?" a Ravenclaw boy with black eyes asks.

"I met her on the train", you say.

"She's the most popular girl in our year", a girl says. "Everyone wants to be her friend."

"Really?" you wonder and glance at Hedwig who's sitting and smiling with her fellow Hufflepuffs. "She never came across as someone popular."

Maybe you're too used to how the people back home act.

When all the first years have gotten their houses and the food has been devoured, you follow your prefect through mighty corridors that have ghosts flowing past. You enter a rower with a long, spiral staircase. Your legs hurt after four steps.

"Y/N", the prefect says. "Before I show you to the dormitory, I need to talk to you a bit. Do you know any magic at all?"

"Hedwig taught me a bit on the train", you reply, concluding that only saying her first name should work if she's as popular as that boy had insisted.

"You'll have to take extra classes unless you want to start all over with the first graders."

You shake your head quickly. Rather hard work now than be known as 'the third grader among first years' for your entire school time.

You're led into the dormitory and granted your own bed. Your things are already in your drawers. After this long, eventful day, you fall asleep quickly, finally where you should be. When waking up, you’re first confused about where you are, sure that everything that happened yesterday was just a nightmare … but no, it was all real.

"Now, don't be alarmed, my dear", Hedwig says when you meet her. "You will do just fine, okay?"

"I have never been around the castle", you mumble and take a bite out of your toast.

"Your first lesson is Transfiguration. You'll have that class with the Slytherin students."

"Will we have any classes together?"

Hedwig smiles widely. "Sure, we will. But I think you better go now, you start in ten minutes."

Hedwig shoots her book over the table.

"Here you go" she smiles. "Good luck now, I'll meet you for lunch, okay? You can sit with me."

"Okay, thank you", you say quietly and walk out of the great hall. Your heart is beating loudly in your chest and you start to wonder if the feeling of needing to throw up is real or only imaginary.

You find yourself lost in the large corridors before finally finding your way.

"I'm so sorry", you say quietly as you enter. "I lost my way."

"I will have mercy on you this time", the professor says. "But don't think that this will be a habit of yours, young lady. I expect you to be on time from now on."

"Of course, Professor McGonagall. I'll never be late again."

"Very well." She looks around. "Sit down beside Edmund, all the Ravenclaw seats are filled."

"Yes, professor."

You glance over the class and see an empty seat with a boy wearing the Slytherin uniform sitting beside it. He looks bored out of his mind. Carefully, you make your way over and sit down. Edmund glances at you.

"Who are you?" he mutters. "Are you a transfer student or something?"

"Something like that", you answer.

The class starts and you immediately feel your head spin. You can't keep up.

"What's the matter, new girl?" Edmund chuckles while he leans his cheek in his hand.

"I-I've never done anything like this!" you hiss to avoid anyone else hearing.

Edmund’s face drops. He seems to … crawl together without having to move.

"You're a … a-", he starts.

"Edmund and Y/N, if you're going to continue talking, I'll use the both of you as guinea pigs — literally!" the professor says sternly.

Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment when the rest of the class turns to look at the both of You. Edmund rolls his eyes and grabs his book. When they turn around, you breathe out.

As break time starts, Edmund joins his friends.

"New girl", he says, catching your attention. "Next time, come earlier so I don't have to sit with you again."

"Of course", you mutter and leave.

You smile when you see Hedwig wait for you by the entrance to the big hall. She holds out her hand.

"I've missed you!" she smiles and hugs you tightly. "I was worrying for you all through Herbology!" She holds your hand while pulling you with her. "Tell me everything!"

You sit down by the Ravenclaw table to eat. Hedwig’s hazel eyes never leave yours.

"I came late, so I sat down beside a Slytherin student."

Hedwig's smile thins out slightly. "Oh? Who? Do I know them?"

"His name is Edmund."

Hedwig chokes on her pumpkin soup and starts to cough.

"What's wrong?" you ask quickly and pat her back.

"Did he say anything to you?" Hedwig asks worriedly.

"He just told me to be quicker to class next time so he didn't have to sit with me. A bit rude, if you ask me."

"A bit rude? Y/N, that boy is a bully!"

You feel a shiver run down your back.

"Edmund is one of those bad Slytherins I told you about", Hedwig says quietly. "He's a pureblood and … thinks he's better than anyone else. It's said that his parents helped … well, you know who, before he disappeared two years ago."

Hedwig had talked about that man on the train. You gulp.

"Whatever you do, Y/N — and promise me this — don't go close to Edmund", Hedwig says and holds your hands in hers. "Please?"

You nod. Hedwig smiles and caresses your cheek.

"Let's go to the library and study on the lunch break", she says. "There's so much you need to learn!"

You study with Hedwig every day. But she doesn't seem to mind, she neglects her friends to be with you.

"What a cute sight, isn't it?" you hear a voice say.

You're sitting in the courtyard, studying magical history. You look up, seeing Edmund and his two friends come over.

"One half and one mudblood, how sweet", he says with a wide smile. "They really do be letting anyone in these days."

“What is wrong with you?” Hedwig gasps. “Have you no shame?!”

“What? Did I say anything wrong? Aren’t you halfblood, Hedwig?” He turns to you. “New girl, aren’t you muggleborn? What did I say that is wrong, Hedwig?”

“You do not call Y/N that. You are a disgrace to the wizarding world, Edmund.”

“I find it funny how someone that isn’t fully pure is calling me a disgrace.”

Hedwig grabs your hand and helps you up on your feet.

“Come, Y/N”, she says. “Let’s leave. We can’t study here.”

You nod. While Hedwig drags you away from the courtyard, you glance over your shoulders, seeing Edmund’s icy eyes follow you.

“I can’t believe that he called you that”, Hedwig says quietly and pulls you with her. “I’m furious.”

“What did that mean?” you ask carefully. “Why did that matter so much?”

“Mudblood, Y/N, is one of the foulest things anyone can ever call a person. It basically means that your blood is disgusting for not being born into a wizard family. He … he called you something less than human. It’s disgusting.” Hedwig hugs you tightly and hides her face into your shoulder. “You don’t deserve that. You’re such a sweet soul, I’m so sorry.”

“Hedwig, it’s okay”, you promise with a smile. “I didn’t take any offense — I barely knew what it meant.”

“I get sad for you. You don’t deserve that.” She thinks for a moment and then lights up. "Would you like to have a sleepover?"

"How would that work out?"

"Sneak into Hufflepuff, I'll give you the password. I'll take all the blame if we get caught. Please, Y/N? It'll be so much fun."

"The girls you share a dormitory with will be tell on us-"

"No, they won't! Trust me. The girls like me, they wouldn't tattletail."

It must be beneficial to be popular. You frown. Aren't you quite famous now too? After being glued to Hedwig’s hip for over a month must have caused rumors. You have been so busy with your extra classes and studying that you haven't been able to catch up with it all. You barely know what your fellow Ravenclaws are named.

"Please, Y/N?" Hedwig pleads. "It will be so much fun. I will get us some snacks and we can read together and tell stories."

"Where should I sleep?"

"In my bed, of course! We're friends, it's not weird. What do you say?"

"Alright, if you promise that we won't get in trouble."

"No one will tell, I promise!" She takes your hand. "Let's go to the library and study now."

You do sneak into the Hufflepuff common room that evening together with Hedwig. You can't help but feel terribly wrong and every motion you make feels watched. At any time someone will pop out and you'll be caught. Hedwig pulls you through the common room and you can't help but gawk. Why weren't you placed in Hufflepuff?

Wearing your pajamas, you climb down into Hedwig’s bed. She smiles, cuddling up beside you. Her arm hugs yours, her head leaning onto your shoulder. The other girls in the dormitory glances at you, but none of them say anything to you.

“Y/N, what do you want to do?” she asks. “Would you like to read anything? Or just sleep? Or anything else?”

“I think I’d just like to sleep”, you say quickly. “My nerves are still telling me that this is a bad idea.”

You don’t admit it out loud, but you want it to be over as quickly as possible before someone finds you out. Hedwig nods and turns off the lights. You lay down in the light of the moon and feel how Hedwig crawls down beside you. She pets your hair in a loving manner, feeling it gently.

“You have such pretty hair”, she whispers, making sure no one else hears. “I always stare at it. Have you caught me looking?”

“Actually, no”, you smile. “I know you look at me a lot, but I didn’t know you looked at my hair specifically.”

“I’m not only looking at your hair, silly. I think you’re pretty.”

“I think you’re pretty too, Hedwig.”

“Really? Do you really think so?”

You nod. She seems to burst with happiness.

“But you already know that”, you say. “Everyone loves you. Everyone tells you that.”

“Yes, but there’s a difference when someone you don’t care about says it and when someone you hold dear tells you.”

You smile. Hedwig’s hazel eyes glisten in the moonlight as she smiles widely and curls up in your arms, like a cat. She holds you tightly, hiding her own face into your neck. You’re not sure how, but you do fall asleep easily that night — snug and secure in her warm embrace.

The next morning, Hedwig doesn't want to let you go. She begs you to skip breakfast and lay in bed, buy you insist on eating.

“Before we go, could you please try my uniform?” Hedwig pleads and holds up the yellow and black uniform. “I want to see how you’d look like if you were a Hufflepuff. Please, Y/N? Just for fun?”

“We’ll be late for breakfast”, you mumble.

“Nonsense.”

She has already start to tug at your pajamas. You give in and put on the Hufflepuff uniform. Hedwig watches you with excited eyes.

“Oh, why weren't you placed in Hufflepuff?” she sighs. “Why weren’t you placed with me?”

“I don’t know, Hedwig.”

“It’s so unfair.” She pouts. “We belong together. We’re destined to be side by side. Why did the sorting hat have to put us in two different houses?”

“The sorting hat has its reasons. Now, give me back my own uniform so that I can go to breakfast.”

“Yeah, yeah …”

You change into your own uniform before sneaking out to the corridor with no one in sight. A small smile plays on your lips. You managed to to do it!

Together, you walk to the great hall but before you reach it, Professor Snape has caught the both of you.

“You two better follow with me”, he says coldly. “You’re both in deep trouble.”

Shit. He knows.

Hedwig takes your hand, squeezing it. You only have time to look at her terrified eyes before you’re pulled into Snape’s office. He’s not alone. It seems like the entire faculty staff is there. Hedwig’s squeeze becomes tighter.

“Y/N, you went into the Hufflepuff house this night”, Dumbledore says, not sparing any sweet talk. “That is strictly forbidden.”

“I made her do it”, Hedwig says firmly. “Y/N hesitated, I told her into it, I convinced her. Please don't punish her, I was the one giving out the password from the beginning."

"These are serious things, miss."

"I know. I just … I really want to be with Y/N." She takes your hand. "More than anything. I’m so sorry for causing all of this, professor. I will never do it again. Punish me only, please.”

“Snape, this is a clear sign of innocent love”, Dumbledore tells the other man.

You flinch. Love?

“I don’t care”, Snape mutters. “They broke the rules.”

“I don’t see any malice in their intentions. They only wanted to be with each other. I will not punish them — this time — but if they do this again, I will give them a week’s long detention in different classes. I can’t punish miss Hedwig all too much, after all, she is Y/N’s tutor. But if you break the rules again, Hedwig, we will find someone else to tutor her, is that clear?”

“Yes, professor”, Hedwig replies. “Thank you for not punishing us. We will make sure to behave.”

“You can go.”

Hedwig tugs on your hand before you leave. Your head is spinning with confusion. Who snitched you out? Did one of the girls do that? They could risk house points and to get in conflict with Hedwig … no they wouldn’t risk any of that. Then who?

“Breaking rules is so not Hufflepuff behavior”, a voice snickers.

You turn to the side, seeing Edmund lean against the wall.

“You spied on us?” you ask.

“Spy?” Edmund wonders and stands up. “I couldn’t care less about the two of you, don’t flatter yourselves. You two are like annoying, loud flies, I can’t ignore you because you’re always in my face.”

“Don’t listen to him”, Hedwig says and pulls on your arm. “Let’s go get some breakfast, Y/N.”

“Careful, Hedwig”, Edmund smirks. “You heard what they said: break one more rule and you lose tutor privileges over Y/N.”

You roll your eyes as the two of you walk alongside each other. Edmund’s words don’t feel good in your stomach and you have an eerie suspicion that he’s going to do something.

You sit out in the grass, reading. While Hedwig is having her defense against dark arts-class you have a free period. Deciding to take your alone time to your benefit, you decide to read up on some things beforehand.

"Where's your little halfblood?" you hear that voice ask.

You look up from your book, seeing Edmund and his two minions grin at you.

"In class", you answer shortly and start to change pages, hoping he gets the hint that you're busy and leaves you alone.

Edmund snatches the book from you. You cut your finger on the paper. With a hiss, you stand up. Edmund laughs as he looks in the book.

"I learned this last year", he chuckles. "You really are a transfer student. Cute."

"Give it to me", you sigh. "I'm not in the mood, I have to learn that."

"You won't learn from the book. We barely used it for this topic."

"Great. I'm doomed."

"I could offer you some tutoring. I got full marks after all."

You frown. "Why would you do that?"

"What can I say? I'm a generous spirit. Besides, I'm bored. Teaching a little mudblood magic could entertain me for a week or two."

"Don't you have class?"

"Not until twelve thirty." Edmund points at the castle wall with the book. "Sit down, mudblood, let's learn."

That 'nickname' makes your stomach turn. After knowing the full definition, you'd rather have Edmund call you something along the lines of a whore — that way you could actually have some clever comebacks. Mudblood, on the other hand, is nothing you can answer to. You sit down slowly. Edmund sits down on your left side and his two minions on your right side. Edmund opens the book and puts his finger to a paragraph.

"See this?" he asks. "This is something you have to learn in case you want to pass. The checklist doesn't contain this, but it will come anyway. So learn it."

You nod.

"Take up your wand", he says. "You have to learn this spell."

You pick up your wand from your pocket. Edmund orders one of his friends to stand in front of you as he holds his hand over yours, showing you how you're supposed to move. His hand is cold. The spell causes his friend's wand to be sent flying. You lay the word Expelliarmus onto your mind.

"This is actually great for dueling", he says. "We had some dueling classes last year, but I guess we'll have this year too. In that case, you'll have to have mastered these spells or you can kiss your ass goodbye."

"You'll end up in the hospital wing", one of Edmund’s friends grins.

"H-Hospital wing?" you say and damn yourself for stuttering.

The three of them chuckles.

"Yes, little girl, hospital wing", Edmund smirks darkly. "Ending up there is never fun. People often scream in pain there. If you end up there you'll never be the same again."

Your wide eyes make Edmund laugh. He presses the book in your arms and stands up.

"Let's make a deal", Edmund says. "Do you know what quidditch is?"

"Hedwig told me on the train", you reply.

"I play. If Slytherin wins the next match, you're going to be my little maid for a full week. You'll do everything I tell you to. And if those ridiculous Gryffindors win, you're free from polishing my shoes."

"I don't get anything either way."

"Don't be greedy, transfer student."

He takes your hand and shakes it before you have time to register.

"Now you can't back out", he smiles proudly.

"Did you enchant-?"

"Yes."

You rip your hand back, snatch your book and start to walk away. You meet up with Hedwig who's walking out of the classroom.

"What's wrong?" she asks quickly, rubbing your shoulder. "You look disturbed."

"Edmund and his friends cornered me outside. He forced me to make a deal with him."

Hedwig goes white. "What type of deal?"

"He plays quidditch and if he wins the next match, I have to be his maid for a week."

"Oh, my God, I hate him." She cups your cheeks. "We'll come up with a way to stop him or break the deal. Worst case scenario, we'll have to ruin for the entire Slytherin team and then we'll be dead, but if we have to then …"

You nod.

"Let's get you something to eat", Hedwig smiles and takes your hand.

She stays with you until your class starts. The second the classroom door closes, her smile drops. She makes her way over to the Slytherin entrance and waits for one to come out.

"What are you doing here?" the Slytherin girl asks.

"I need to speak to Edmund, do you know where he is?" Hedwig asks shortly.

"I'd suppose the quidditch court. He came in laughing and said that he had to train hard this time."

"That son of a- … thank you, for your help."

"No problem."

The Slytherin girl passes her and Hedwig scoffs. The audacity of Edmund …

She makes her way over to the quidditch court, finding him training all alone. He doesn't notice her at first, but when he does a smirk plays on his lips. He flies down to the ground and steps off his broom, holding it close to his body.

"Well, well", he says. "I start to believe that you're obsessed with me the way you're always hanging around. By the way, did you know that there's a rumor going around about you and Y/N? You're not slick, you know. Everyone knows that you're head over heels for her."

"Cut the talk, Edmund. Break the deal with Y/N. She has enough on her plate. I'm not going to let you hurt her."

"You came here to threaten me? Careful now, Hedwig, think about what you're doing."

"I'm not going to let you take her from me."

Edmund takes a step closer. His icy cold blue eyes seem to darken without having to change their light color. "Listen closely, you filthy, little halfblood", he hisses. "If you try to interfere — if you even try as much as to stick your pointy little nose into my business — I'll put you into the hospital wing until I'm done with Y/N. Is that clear?"

Hedwig can't answer. Edmund walks past her, intentionally hitting her shoulder with his.

The day for the match arrives.

"I think that I'm going to throw up", you mutter, taking a hold of the wood railing in front of you.

The two teams are flying above you, tension growing.

"I'm sure he won't win", Hedwig says, but she sounds hesitant.

“Slytherin has the lead!"

"Let's hope that the Gryffindor seeker gets the snitch."

"Did you manage to destroy for Edmund?"

Hedwig shakes her head carefully. You groan and rest your forehead down on the wooden railing. Another score has been made and you don't want to look. Finally, someone has caught the snitch. Slytherin wins. You look up in horror, eyes darting to Edmund. He's looking right at you with a smirk. You're dead.

Already the next morning, Edmund waits for you outside the Ravenclaw entrance. He dumps his heavy books in your hands.

"We're having a class together", he says. "And you are going to carry my books."

You groan and take a better grip on his — and your — books, unsure how you're going to carry them all to the other side of the school.

"Where's your friends?" you ask.

"They're still at breakfast", Edmund replies as you start to walk. "I don't need them now, not when you're carrying my things. Speaking of friends, I don't want you to be with that annoying Hufflepuff during the entire week."

"I'm not going to be your dog."

"Oh, yes, you are — and you're going to bark if I tell you to."

"What am I going to do when you're in class and I'm not, then? Be all alone?"

"Yes, because if I find out that you've been talking to her, I'm going to make you wish you never transferred here, got that?"

You nod. Edmund doesn't say anything more until you reach the classroom. He catches up with his friends who laugh loudly when they see you. Oh, how you wish that you knew any transfiguration spell that could turn you into a mouse.

"Look, she's embarrassed!" one of his friends mock.

Others start to turn to look at you with chuckles. Their stares burn right through you. You want to hide your face in the pile of books in your hands.

"Sit with me", Edmund says and grabs your tie to pull you with him. "You're going to take notes for me."

You sit down in the middle of the classroom. Edmund pushes you to the chair by the wall while he takes the aisle seat, trapping you. You take notes for him while simultaneously trying to ignore that he exists. Surprisingly, you're great at multitasking.

You give him the notes as soon as the class is dismissed. Edmund reads it with a smirk on his face.

"Good job, little girl", he says. "I can actually read them." He folds it and puts it in his pocket. "Now, let's go get some air."

Together with his two friends, you walk out to the courtyard. You can see Hedwig with some of her friends walking from the Herbology classroom. She hugs books close to her body, one being the Herbology book, the other a book about potions. You meet her eyes. She suddenly looks incredibly sad, but tries to give you a small, reassuring smile. You're close to jumping out of your skin when you feel a hand on your shoulder. Turning, you see that Edmund has noticed Hedwig as well. He squeezes your shoulder while keeping eye contact with the girl. Hedwig turns her eyes away and speeds her steps.

Not seeing Hedwig feels like a punishment in itself. Edmund and his friends aren't pleasant, at all — or at least not his friends, Edmund’s not been as bad as you thought. He's toned down on the vulgar nicknames and started small talking when you're walking.

"Stop fucking yawning", Edmund mutters and hits you in the back of your head.

"Why are we up before the sun?" you whine and rub your eyes.

"You're going to watch my quidditch practice."

He drags you out into the cold, autumn air, over to the high wooden pillars of the quidditch court. You're sat down in the Slytherin section and told to sit there until he's done. Edmund disappears to the changing room and comes out in his quidditch uniform. You sit still, watching. You can't quite understand the rules, even if you've already watched a match. You're unsure of what Edmund’s position is or what the flying balls are used for. Every minute grows colder. When the sun has risen, you're as cold as ice. You can no longer feel your fingers or toes.

Edmund flies over to you, now holding his Slytherin scarf and gloves in his hand.

"You're so stupid, why didn't you bring your own scarf?" he mutters while tying his around your cold neck.

"I barely knew who I was when I walked out of the common room", you mumble. "I was so tired. And now I'm cold and hungry."

"You do nothing but complain, do you? Breakfast is in an hour. Think you can hold out until then?"

You nod tiredly.

"Good girl" he says and puts the gloves on your cold hands. "Keep your hands in the gloves and put them in your pockets. You're like a child, unbelievable."

Ironic, coming from a brat like Edmund. You take a deep breath and sink into the seat. When Edmund’s done, he changes into his normal uniform and comes to meet you. You start to take off the scarf, but his hands stop you.

"Leave it on", he says shortly. "Come now."

The second you enter the castle, you feel warmer. You're about to remove the scarf for a second time.

"God, woman, just keep it on, will you?" Edmund mutters and ties it to the point where you choke.

"We're inside now, I don't need it anymore."

"Oh, trust me, you do."

"Why?"

Edmund smirks. "To give your girlfriend a sweet little memory."

"We're not together though."

Edmund furrows his brows and nods, clearly thinking hard.

"Very well", he says. "Winners keeper, I say."

"What?"

"Nothing."

His icy blue eyes sparkle in a new, competitive way, like he's now gotten a new challenge. His hands tie a double knot in the scarf before sending you off to the Ravenclaw table. The others give you weird glances. By now, it's not a secret that you're Edmund’s pet. Although it's only two days left of your week, you're sure that your reputation as his dog will stay with you throughout your entire schooling.

You look around, noticing Hedwig sitting by the Hufflepuff table. She looks at you with something you can't describe in her eyes, something dark. She holds something in her hand. You can just make out the outline of a small, pink bottle. She gives you a small, sad smile. All you want is to go over and hug her, but you remember Edmund’s warning. You have a class together after breakfast however, he can’t forbid you from going to it.

Your plate is already set out with a glass full of pumpkin juice. Devouring it would be an understatement — especially after the morning you’ve had. You're happy no one is taking a picture.

The day continues normally after Edmund’s rude awakening. You can meet up with Hedwig in Herbology class, and oh, how happy you're to see her. You hug her tightly, earning a mirroring squeeze back. She buries her head into your hair.

"I've missed you so much", she coos, hugging you tightly. “So, so much.”

You breathe her in, mind getting fogged up with her scent. Oh, how you want nothing more than to ditch Edmund and be with her. Hedwig doesn't seem to mind how you cling onto her and you’re surprised yourself with how much you want to hold onto her. She strokes your hair with a smile. Being back with Hedwig — despite Edmund's warnings — feels like absolute paradise. The few days spent apart has made you see her in a completely new light. You’ve forgotten how pretty she is.

"I can't watch that anymore", she sighs and starts to remove the Slytherin scarf from your neck. "Where is your scarf, dearest?"

"In my dormitory", you answer sheepishly.

Hedwig gives you a motherly stern gaze before taking off her Hufflepuff scarf and tying it around your neck. It smells just like her.

"That's better", Hedwig smiles. "Don't you think so?"

You nod. Much, much better. The teacher interrupts your talk with demands of the two of you working. You don't mind, because you work with Hedwig who knows exactly what to do.

"Would you like to read on the break?" Hedwig asks you.

You nod, not even thinking about Edmund’s threats. You follow her out to the yard, sitting on one of the brick walls with her. You lay down with her head in her lap while she reads aloud for you. You can't focus on the words, only how they're formed through Hedwig's pink lips. You want to feel them on yours. Before you have time to think, you reach up to kiss her. Her lips melt into yours instantly.Hedwig lets go of her book and cups her cheeks to kiss back. Fuck Edmund, you think. You pull Hedwig closer, wanting to be filled with her and her only. Everything about her is soft, even her kisses. They're filled with love and taste like strawberry.

"What the fuck are you doing?" the voice you've just damned says angrily. "I warned you, mudblood, didn't I?"

He rips you from Hedwig, up on your feet. Edmund glances from Hedwig to you, and back. He halts and grabs a hold of your face, opening your eyes with his thumbs.

"You sneaky bitch!" he gasps. "You've given her a love potion!"

"I have not", Hedwig replies defensively.

"Really? Then why are her pupils heart shaped?"

Hedwig doesn't answer. Edmund grabs a hold of your arms.

"If you excuse me, I'm going to go shove my fingers down her throat to get it out of her", he says coldly.

"You are not!" Hedwig screeches and rips you back.

"Then you'll get it out of her. I don’t care how, but Y/N is going to puke that love potion out before the break is over. Y/N is still mine, remember? I have two more days to do whatever I want with her."

Hedwig groans. Edmund, you, Hedwig and Edmund’s two friends make your way to the girls bathroom. The boys wait outside while Hedwig takes you into the bathroom stalls. She helps you throw up the love potion, holding your hair in her hands.

“And there goes my well earned breakfast …”, you sigh groggily and get up from your knees.

“I’m sorry, Y/N”, Hedwig whispers guiltily with tears in her eyes. “I didn’t want to trick you or anything, please don’t believe that. I-I just … I was scared that Edmund had manipulated you. I had to make sure that you knew that … he wasn’t good.”

You sigh and nod heavily. “I understand, but I had wished that you hadn’t given to me without my knowledge.”

“I’m really, really sorry. Can you please forgive me?”

The tears fall down her cheeks. You can’t be mad at her, not after every nice thing she’s done to you. You can see how bad she feels. You’re sure that she won’t do it again.

“Of course”, you say. “I’m just grateful that you didn’t make a potion that did something bad. It wasn’t the potion itself that was bad, it was the way you did it.”

“I understand. I’ll never do it again, I promise! I will never, ever do anything like that again!” She takes your hands and sniffles. “I don’t want to lose you as a friend. I-I do like you more than a friend … but I will not let that come between our friendship. Please don’t leave me. I can lose every single friend I have … but not you. Oh, God, not you.”

You can hear Edmund bang on the door to the girls bathroom impatiently and you sigh.

“I can’t spend time with you right now”, you say. “Edmund’s right — unfortunately — I have two more days in his captivity. If not, he’s promised to ruin my life. I don’t want to take that risk, I’ve had enough problems.” You squeeze her hands. “It’s just two more days.”

Hedwig sniffles and nods. “Okay.”

You give her a small smile before going back to Edmund. He tells his friends to take you further down in the corridor while he talks with Hedwig. She wipes her tears and glares at him.

“Silly girl”, Edmund scoffs. “You’re not that bright, are you?”

“I don’t know what you want Y/N, but at least I didn’t do anything to cause her harm, like you do”, Hedwig answers sharply. “I did something that would benefit her.”

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that. Y/N belongs to me now and if you don’t want to get hurt, Hedwig, stay out of my way, got it? I’m warning you. If I were you, I’d listen.”

Hedwig takes a step closer. “I’m not going to let anybody take her from me.”

Edmund’s eyebrow twitches. “Alright then. Suit yourself.”

With that said, he walks towards his friends and you, leaving Hedwig behind. He rips of the Hufflepuff scarf.

“Get that ugly thing off of your neck”, he mutters and drags you with him. “Can’t even leave you alone for five minutes! Can’t fucking believe that little filth. If Hedwig gets to play dirty, then I do too.” He stops to wipe of your lips. “If you ever kiss her again, I’ll kill her.”

You try push his arm off of you, but instead, it tightens and he gives you a stern look.

“I should just do it …”, he mutters.

“Do what?”

He gives your lips a quick peck. You stand as frozen, looking up at him in shock. Edmund rests his hand on your cheek.

“Never kiss her again.”

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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 2 months

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Regret

Pairing: DarkTom Riddle x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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SUMMARY: Lying is a flaw that Tom doesn’t appreciate.

WARNINGS: Toxic relationship.

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.

Dedicating this to @insectgf cause she's Tom's no.1 fan 😋

You nervously wring your hands as you peer around, eyes searching for movement near the dimly lit dungeon entrance.

The way to the Slytherin Common Room.

You've been waiting for just over half an hour, anxiety building up and infesting your thoughts while you hold vigil in hopes of finding Tom.

You should have never behaved like that. An act of pure stupidity and recklessness, that’s what it was.

Going to Hogsmeade in the company of a few girls of your dorm.

It was a rare occasion, something you never did before, and you had only relented after much begging and convincing from the girls. A dumb decision – one that led to a dreadful aftermath.

You should’ve known better. All of your joyful chatter and laughter at The Three Broomsticks immediately ceasing once you spotted the distinct lean figure of Tom seated in a distant table, surrounded by his friends, his brown-eyes fixed on you.

No surprise or shock in his gaze, only cold anger irradiating from his handsome features.

Something almost comprehensible given how you had explicitly told him you’d be spending all afternoon in your dorm, offering the poor excuse of a headache.

And now here you are. Scared, shaking like a leaf, waiting for the chance to apologize and beg for forgiveness.

You're so pathetic.

The time drags by, and you lose track, feeling as if you’ve been waiting for an eternity. But your efforts pay off when the door opens, revealing Tom.

Your heart leaps at the sight and fear clouds your mind when he offers you nothing but a quick murderous scowl that immediately turns into one of composed indifference before walking away past you, barely acknowledging your presence.

You gulp, hurrying after him as he walks with long strides through the empty corridors.

“Tom?”

“Tom…please.”

The boy ignores your numerous calls, but you keep your hasty pace even when it has you short breathed as Tom quickly charges through the stairways and halls.

“Tom, just listen to me.”

“And why should I listen to anything you spew out of that filthy mouth of yours?" his snarl scares you as he suddenly turns. "It appears that lies and deception is all I can expect from you.”

You wince, barely opening your lips before Tom walks away, choosing to stare blankly at a wall.

The confusion in your mind dissipates as a large door materializes on the door and only then you realize that you’ve reached the 7th floor.

The Room of Requirement.

You hesitate for a moment but proceed to follow Tom as he opens the door with a loud bang. Your existence remains ignored and you take a few small steps inside the room, unsure of how to bring Tom’s attention.

“Tom?”

For a moment, the possibility of Tom disregarding you again was present, and you fearfully awaited as the seconds went by without a proper reaction from Tom.

He inhaled sharply, fingers tightening before he relaxed.

But when he finally turned to face you, you almost wished he hadn’t.

The venom that darkened his face had your heart faltering, his eyes narrowing into thin slits that held nothing but anger and frustration. He almost looked like a snake.

You felt yourself turning smaller at the sight, suddenly unsure of how to speak.

“I-“

“Trust is a rather curious thing.” he says with his voice oddly serene, “An invisible yet very powerful bond, one that defines the nature of one’s relationship. That’s how I perceive it.”

“So, tell me. How many times?”

You look at him, confused.

“Tom-“

“How many times did you break my trust?” he repeats himself, brows contorting with annoyance, “How many times did you sneak behind my back to meet up with those filthy mudbloods?”

“I- Only this time.” you tearfully admit, lowering your gaze to the floor as Tom angrily hisses something in that strange snake language of his. “I swear, Tom. I-I’m so sorry.”

“Just this once? And why should I believe your unreliable words? You seem to be very determined in breaking my trust, so tell me why should I consider any of what you say to be true?”

Your lips shake when you bring yourself to look at Tom, tears burning in your eyes.

“But, …” a minuscule sob cuts you off, much to Tom’s irritation, “it is true. It was only this once, Tom, I swear on my life! I never lied to you before, I promise.”

“I’m so sorry, Tom, I really am!”

The intent with which he examines your pitiful face sets you on edge, heart plummeting against your ribs as you don’t dare to say a word.

“Prove it.”

“Prove wha-“

“Prove me that you won’t repeat this act of disloyalty. Assure me how sorry you are.” the way his eyes glint with a new cruel motivation has a shudder running down your body, aware that nothing good will come out of his proposition.

“Perform the Cruciatus Curse. On yourself.” his lips curl at your bewilderment, clearly enjoying taunting you.

This time, the tears overflow and slide down on your face pitifully and you look at Tom, silently begging him with your eyes.

But there’s no empathy in his face. Only a vile purpose.

“Go on, do it.” he takes a step forward, his tone borderline threatening despite how lightly he speaks. “You can either punish yourself or I’ll do it for you.”

“Because I assure you that in the end, you will suffer.”

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aestheticpluto · 3 months

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𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒? ❝Yandere Harry Potter❞

T.W :- None [I guess] Summery :- He is such an idiot...an idiot that is now obsessed with you [Forgive me for any mistakes]

''Oh look what do we have here?'' you said entering the potion class which was almost empty expect the golden trio who were studying ''Go away L/n'' Ron hissed while Hermione glared at you ''Don't you have anything better to do?'' Hermione said with a cold look ''Not better than this'' you replied sitting near their desk but not too close ''I like seeing this dirtbag struggle'' you mocked with a artificial smile ''Language'' Hermione hissed ''Let it be'' Harry sighed glancing up from his book ''They won't give up'' His eyes met with yours but you fail to notice light pink blush on Harry's face ''Tch'' you rolled your eyes and walked out of the classroom ''What's wrong with him'' you mumble to yourself slowly noticing his lack of response.

you've always been envious of favoritism towards harry and since your parents were also Gryffindors so you being Slytherin didn't sit right with them, they always compare you to THE Harry Potter which you despise from the bottom of your heart.

''L/n'' A familiar voice echoed in the empty Slytherin common room ''Hmm?'' you looked up and saw Harry ''What Dirtbag?'' you asked with a mocking smile ''What did I ever do to you?'' his question made you paused a bit ''Nothing.'' you replied with a grin and went back to your work ''No, You're lying'' you sighed thinking why is he acting like this ''Do you hate me?'' he added with his hand reached for yours and snatching the quill from your hand ''Potter!?'' you glanced at him and saw him with a serious expression, standing up from the sit you glared at him and decided to say whatever you've been keeping inside you ''Yes I do hate you and that hate is more than you could ever imagine'' you took a deep breathe ''Why?'' He moved closer ''Your- Your'' you shuttered trying find the right words ''You're literally everyone's favorite you'll never know the feeling of being someone's shadow and it's all because of your stupid scar, do you even know how is it feel to be always left out?'' you blurted out without thinking much ''So it's because of lack of love?'' he asked his hand rested on your shoulder ''What?'' you asked looking at him with a puzzle look ''Love?'' you added ''Oh I'm so sorry'' he pulled you in hug, you struggled and try to get away but that didn't work in fact it only made his grip stronger ''Potter-'' ''Harry. you can call me harry'' he corrected ''No it's not that-'' you tried to explain ''Shh everything will be okay and from now I'll give you all the love and attention you need'' he caressed your hair

''Harry-?'' Hermione entered the room and was more than shook ''Bloody Hell'' Ron followed mumbling ''Mate?'' Ron asked seeing his Best-friend and His enemy Hugging? ''Oh uh-'' you finally pushed Harry aside and cleared your throat ''Don't think anything gross Weasley'' you said fixing your uniform ''Care to explain'' Hermione asked walking up to you and Harry ''Go back to your dorms'' you instructed ''Besides you shouldn't stay in Slytherin's common room for too long'' you added picking up your stuff and preparing to leave ''See you at breakfast tomorrow dearest'' Harry chirped ''Tch. This guy is really out of his mind'' you whispered to yourself and went towards your dorm.

''Bloody Hell'' Ron and Hermione glanced at each other then looked at Harry ''What? I'm trying to help.'' Harry replied with a small smile- gosh he is such an idiot...an idiot that is now obsessed with you

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thefiery-phoenix · 9 months

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PLATONIC YANDERE POTTER FAMILY X READER X WEASLEY FAMILY

In this AU, Harry's parents are well alive

You'd most probably meet the Potter family first before meeting the Weasley family and I have a feeling that they'd be friends with each other. You'd meet the Potter family on the day Harry was going to Hogwarts, James did have quite a legacy at Hogwarts for being one of the best Quidditch seekers the Gryffindor Quidditch team ever had. Harry was looking forward to follow in his footsteps and the two of you met at the Kings' Cross Station. Your parents couldn't come with you to drop you off because they had an important business meeting with some client in Switzerland and they left you with your aunt who only dropped you off at the station and took off almost immediately, leaving you all by yourself surrounded with complete strangers. You've never been to Kings' Cross Station before and you had no idea where in the name of Merlin was platform 9 3/4. You've asked the Station master nearby and he thought you were just messing with him and pranking him which was why he just shooed you away

You were at a loss, you didn't know what to do and whom to contact, it wasn't like you were given an official guide as to where the platform was. You started panicking, thinking that the Hogwarts Express would be leaving without you any minute and you'd miss your wonderful chance to go to Hogwarts. You couldn't help but blink back a few tears of frustration as you felt that the situation was spinning out of control. You sighed and sat down on a bench for a moment to think about what to do next. You spotted a family of 3, a young boy of your age wearing glasses with a scar on his head, along with his parents, a man who resembled the boy's appearance, his father perhaps and his mother with hair as Red as the autumn leaves were accompanying their son with his trolley. "Blimey Harry, can't believe you're going to Hogwarts. Time does fly by fast" said James dramatically as he wiped his fake tears away

His wife, Lily glared at him and whispered "Shh... what if someone hears?" "It'll be all right, muggles don't know a damn thing about platform 9 and 3 quarters and Hogwarts and all that" he waved airily as they walked past you. An idea suddenly formed and took shape in your head as you followed them and when you finally caught up to them, you spoke "Umm... hi there, good morning. I was wondering if you could please direct me to where platform 9 and 3 quarters is...I know it exists, I just can't find it..." you finished with a forlorn look on your face as they stared at you in amazement for a moment and they had a silent discussion with each other through their eyes. You were indeed, one of them. "Don't worry dear, we'll help you. Where are your parents though?" enquired Lily as you replied "They're in Switzerland at the moment" "Oh...who came to drop you off then?" asked James as you answered "My aunt. She had some work to do back at her law firm. She's a lawyer so... it's just me by myself" you laughed slightly as they felt sad. Even though they just met you, Harry could already sense you were a bit upset and sad about something, the way your eyes had that wistful and wishful lost look in them, James and Lily didn't think too kindly about your aunt and your parents either at the moment

Attending Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry and boarding the Hogwarts Express for the very first time was a magical once in a lifetime experience which would be memorable in one's life. How could your so called family just abandon you like that without even taking the time off from their work to even see you off properly? And did your family not care about your safety at all? What about all the dangerous and unknown strangers lurking around? The society and world these days isn't really that safe you know especially for sweet little things such as yourself. They decided to accompany you and show you the ropes as you tagged along with them and felt grateful that you'd finally catch your train in time

You noticed Harry's scar and when you asked him how he got it, he just had a sheepish smile on his face and replied "I was trying to catch a snitch at the Diagon Alley on my broom and I accidentally crash landed at Borgin and Burkes near Knockturn alley. The owner wasn't really that pleased with me when I smashed some of his stuff but the incident did kind of catch on with the other witches and wizards from the magical world. Some thought it was amusing and they think I'll follow in my dad's footsteps to become a great seeker like him" "What's a seeker?" you asked him with a confused and bewildered expression on your face. He stared at you for a moment and then it dawned upon him that you could have spent your life living with muggles and you probably had no idea what he was talking about. However no matter, he'd show you and teach you everything

You guys reached the platform just in time and you thanked them for their help as Lily hugged you and smiled "Enjoy yourself dear. Stay safe and have fun but don't get into any trouble" your heart warmed at her words, it was the sort of advice a mother would give to her child before sending them off into the real world all by themselves. You nodded as you boarded the train with Harry, saying your farewell and goodbyes to the Potter family. James and Lily couldn't get you off their minds for some reason, they were concerned with your safety and wondered if you were being treated well at home. Perhaps they'd better write to Harry after he reached Hogwarts to check up on you and update them about you. Just to be safe

You were talking with Harry and your conversation was interrupted when a ginger haired boy around your age dressed in black robes, with freckles on his face peeked in and spoke "Excuse me, do you mind? Everyone else's is full..." "Not at all" replied Harry as he motioned for the guy to take a seat in front of him. "I'm Ron by the way. Ron Weasley" he introduced himself as Harry introduced himself and you introduced yourself as well. The three of you were engaged in discussions when the sliding door opened again and this time, a girl with brown hair asked if any of you had seen a toad, a boy named Neville had lost one. The three of you said you hadn't spotted a toad and when she saw the wand in Ron's hand, she spoke "Oh, you're doing magic? Let's see it then" with an interested look on her face. Ron glanced at the two of you nervously but composed himself as he straightened his posture and uttered a spell which you were pretty sure wasn't even real because instead of turning his pet rat Scabbers yellow, he just made it frightened and it started scampering around everywhere till he finally managed to calm it down

The girl introduced herself as Hermione Granger and she disappeared after she told you three to change into your robes. You finally reached Hogwarts after a few hours and you were speechless by the magnificence and splendor before you. It looked exactly like the sort of castles in your bedtime stories your mother used to read for you when you were little, before she wasn't too preoccupied with her work and had time for you. You went along with the other first years led by a giant of a man named Hagrid who you thought was quite nice and friendly. Then the head of the Gryffindor house, Minerva McGonagall who was also the Transfiguration professor gave you all some background information about the houses

"Slytherin is filled with dark wizards and witches. And crackpots too" whispered Ron to you and you felt nervous, you didn't want to get sorted into Slytherin and lose your new friends. Professor McGonagall then asked you all to wait for a few moments as she needed to get some things ready for the sorting ceremony and as soon as she left, a blonde haired guy spoke "So it's true then, the sayings on the train... Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts" as everyone looked at him in surprise and muttered among themselves. "This is Crabbe and Goyle. And I'm Malfoy... Draco Malfoy" as he introduced himself and Ron snickered in a not so subtle manner. Of course Draco heard it and wasn't really pleased with his reaction as he sneered at him. " You think my name's funny do you? There's no need to ask yours... red hair, a hand me down robe... you must be a Wealsey..." as he turned back to Harry and spoke "You'll have to know by now that there are some Wizarding families that are better than the others Potter. You're a part of the Sacred 28 after all,you don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort..." and glared at Ron again

You barely knew Malfoy for 5 minutes when you intervened "I'm sorry, what exactly makes a family a part of the Sacred 28? And Harry can make his decisions for himself. Of course, if you were a part of a Sacred family, your values and morals would be decent as well. Else you wouldn't be insulting people right off the bat as soon as you meet them". Some of the first years around you 'ooohed' when you said that as Malfoy's face grew hot and red with anger as he snarled "Stay out of this. No one asked you for your opinion" and you just rolled your eyes in response. Harry and Ron stared in amazement at your courage as Hermione was observing the scene from a distance away. It was your first day at Hogwarts and you were already getting ready to fight? She looked on rather disapprovingly but part of her admired your courage and loyalty for your friends by standing up for them. Which was why she also gripped her wand in her pockets just in case she could pull it out if the situation got out of hand. She didn't want anything happening to you for some reason

It was time for the sorting at long last, the moment you've been waiting for and Harry, Ron and Hermione were sorted into the Gryffindor house whereas Malfoy was sorted into the Slytherin house. The sorting hat was placed on top of your head and it muttered "Hmm.... interesting. Very very interesting...." as you nervously looked up at it and asked "What is?" "In all my years of sorting students into houses, you're truly something. You have bravery, courage and loyalty, fit to be a Gryffindor and yet, that cheek, determination and lots and lots of ambition to make you a Slytherin. Plenty of brains, the curiosity and hunger for knowledge is in there as well, you'd do well in Ravenclaw. You're also kind hearted and have the good old nature that Helga Hufflepuff was talking about...hmm... where to put you?" it asked you

It was quite an interesting predicament because never before did anyone see the sorting hat have trouble sorting someone into a house. Everyone looked at you with bated breath as you could feel everyone's eyes on you which made you a bit conscious of yourself but you tried your best to ignore the feeling. The headmaster, Albus Dumbledore was watching you quite closely as professor Snape, the Potions professor seemed interested as well. After a few moments of deliberation, the sorting hat finally sorted you into Gryffindor which you felt relieved about. Harry, Ron and Hermione felt immensely glad that you were in the same house along with them. You felt an exhilarating feeling course through your body when everyone clapped for you as you joined the Gryffindor table. You were introduced to the Wealsey siblings present there, Percy Wealsey, the third oldest who was the Gryffindor prefect, Fred and George the twins who were overly fond of pranking people and you made a mental note to not get on their bad side. The last thing you needed was to wake up with horns on your head or something or a tail for that matter

Harry, Ron, Hermione and you became fast friends pretty quick but you refused to talk with them when they didn't include you in the quest for the Philosopher's stone. It broke their hearts but it was for your own good,you couldn't be put in danger like that. They cared for you too much and it drove them crazy when you ignored them or just glared at them angrily and stormed off. You finally softened a bit towards them when they said that they didn't want to put you in danger and they just wanted you to be safe. You started hanging out with them again as usual and they were elated, the days you refused to even spare them a second glance was utter torture for them. Harry, Ron and Hermione were like your three overprotective shadows, always around you no matter what. They've appointed themselves as your official caretakers and grew possessive and obsessive of you really quick

Harry wrote to his parents about you regularly as Ron did to his parents as well. During Christmas your parents forgot to send you your Christmas presents and you felt heartbroken. Harry, Ron and Hermione were mad as hell so they pitched in and got you some treats from the Great Hall and a few Christmas goodies of your own like a journal from Hermione, a cute quill set from Ron and from Harry, a book he thought you might be interested to read along with an encouraging note from all three of them. Of course they've mentioned to their parents that you haven't received any gifts for Christmas and you've received dozens of parcels from the Potter family and the Wealsey family, even though you hardly knew them. But they knew everything about you, more than you could know about yourself. You've received puddings, Tarts, cakes, pastries, sweaters, a maroon jumper with a W stitched on it and a snowglobe with a cute tiny snowman inside it. You felt grateful for their presents and sad at the same time for your own parents and family forgetting about you just like that

You were even more crushed when your parents said that they needed to go to France for a work conference and your aunt would be preoccupied with a huge case in the muggle world which meant you couldn't go back home. You were pretty devastated when you were invited by Ron to spend time with his family as Harry stated that his parents would join them at the Weasley's house for a couple of days. You agreed and upon reaching the Wealsey house, you could feel the warmth and homely feeling the atmosphere radiated. It certainly did give off homely vibes. You wished your family was also like this. You were introduced to Molly, who hugged you and spoke "So you're the famous Y/N my Ronald keeps talking about all the time... it's so nice to finally meet you dear" as Ron heatedly yelled out "MUM!" as Fred and George snickered in the background, whispering about how Ron was a simp for you as he told them to shut up

You were even introduced to Arthur Weasley, the father of Ron and the other Wealsey siblings who worked at the Ministry of magic, Bill Weasley who worked as a curse breaker at Gringotts the Wizarding bank in Egypt, Charlie Wealsey who worked with dragons in Romania which you found extremely fascinating. There was also young Ginny Weasley, who'd be starting Hogwarts next year. She was shy at first but she really opened up to you and she had fun being around you. The Weasley family loved and enjoyed your presence, it felt like you were part of their family already

Percy could see you becoming a head boy/ girl or prefect and he wanted to become your guide but Fred and George kept stealing you away to their room to show you their latest inventions. They loved it when your eyes sparkle and light up in curiosity, they feel proud when you take in interest in their inventions as do the other Wealseys when you enquired about their hobbies and pastimes. Molly wouldn't even let you step out of the house when it was time for De- gnoming the garden, she didn't want you getting injured and everyone agreed that it would be best for you if you'd stayed in while they'd take care of the business

A few days later James and Lily showed up at the Burrow and greeted you warmly as all of you sat down together and discussed various things over some nice hot steaming bowls of soup and a scrumptious feast laid out by Molly and Lily. When you were asked about your love life by Ginny, you literally choked on your soup as Molly patted you on the back and James handed you a glass of water. "Ginevra, that isn't a question for the dinner table" said Molly with a death stare as everyone present there became very interested in what you had to say. "Believe it or not, some guy from our Potions class, Troy Mullers asked me out for Valentine's day" "What did you say?" asked Hermione as everyone felt that sudden protective urge to make sure you were safe by all means necessary, even if it meant getting that Troy schmuck out of the way. They won't stand for someone to romantically court you, you were too kind and innocent to have your heart and feelings being taken for a ride by some random immature guy you barely even knew

"I... I rejected him. He wasn't happy about it and he called me all sorts of mean names but... it's not something I'm not used to" you shrugged it off as they all felt anger course through their veins. Who dared to make you sad and upset by calling you mean names and hurt your feelings? In fact Charlie was ready to send a Hungarian Horntail after them and Fred and George would send them Howlers after Holwers and packages with explosive Dungbombs from Zonkos, the Wizarding joke shop that go off as soon as you open the parcel. They were seething and they all came to a single conclusion, you had to be taken under their care for your own good. And judging by the way your so called family was treating you, you wouldn't want to be spend more time with them anymore which was a huge favor for them. Besides, what good is a family if they can't take care of you? Don't worry dear, they'll look after you and care for you like their very own. You've become a part of their families now whether you wanted to or not and it's like they say, family ALWAYS comes first...

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prettybabybaby · 1 year

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¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !

content: stepcest, stepbrother!regulus, fem!reader, masturbation (f), voyeurism

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Your legs quivered as your fingers circled your clit, occasionally sliding them downwards to swirl them around the hole that brimmed with your essence. You couldn’t bring yourself to push them inside, pulling your digits away as soon as they pressed against the threshold. You continued to clench around nothing, a punishment for your sinful thoughts of being filled with your brother's thick cock.

Regulus was just so pretty. His soft, dark curls and milky complexion littered in sparse, faint freckles. His slender fingers and matching frame, hollowed collarbones and delicately sculpted features.

You wondered how he’d feel if he knew you kept your pussy intact for him to break the tissue of your purity. Your mind was far from innocent, but he would never know that. You whimpered and writhed over the mere thought of him. You were on the verge of coming instantly whenever you thought of the ghost of his touch on your shoulder or the warmth of his proximity as he brushed past you, not thinking twice about you.

Now you had the obscured memory of his bare frame dripping in steaming water and it only added to the never-ending feeling of longing. His pale skin was tinged a faint pink but his cheeks were perfectly flushed a bright rose. Minuscule puddles flooded the dips of his clavicles, a steady stream cascading down the edges and down his chest, following the trails of the crevices etched in his flesh. His stomach retracted as he raised his arms to run it through his flat curls, bringing forth a flicker of his ribs as he brought them down again, touching over the expanse of his middle. His broad shoulders curved like soft mountaintops, looking incredibly enticing.

You pushed your finger against your opening again, collecting slick wetness that poured out of you as you used it to speed up the assault on your swollen clit. The additional lubrication helped the pads of your fingers glide over the hot and throbbing bud. You stuffed the trembling fingers of your free hand into your mouth in a feeble attempt to keep your whimpers at bay but the vocal desperation vibrated through the digits and filled the silence in your bedroom.

His sides slimmed down, forming his slender waist. A valley separated the halves of his chest, running from beneath his chest and ending inches above his navel that was surrounded by a thin layer of soft stomach. A trail of dark hair replaced the long, shallow dip, leading down to a curly tuft of pubic hair. His cock laid centered between the bed of curls, pink dick contrasting the pitch black patch at the base. His balls hung lazily and his length was slightly stiff, undoubtedly the beginning of an erection.

Your eyes ran up the shaft and over the head that dripped clear water that cascaded down his mesmerizing frame. You felt a wave of dizzying arousal when his hand ran over his sensitive prick, fingers curling around the girth before letting it go, leaving it to fall between his legs again.

You applied almost painful pressure as you tried to push yourself over the edge, mouth beginning to water around your fingers as you breathed heavily and shut your eyes as if the memory of your stepbrother's hardening cock would somehow become clearer.

You yearned to see every line, every vein as his dick filled with blood, turning a scorching red as it jumped and throbbed in excitement. You ached to see the ethereal sight of your aroused brother humping away, skin turning a darker hue of pink as it grew hot to the touch. You wanted to see the darkening of his cloudy gray eyes as his hazy, lust-filled brain thought of nothing but release.

You spread your legs wider, eager to feel yourself shake and drip your release as you thought of Regulus spilling his own, creamy, milky come in long spurts. Your teeth clenched down on the flesh of your fingers, heavy puffs coming out of your nose as you tried to fill in the blanks of what you were denied of witnessing.

Resentment filled your heart when somebody called your name, annoyance clear in their tone. You were forced to tear your eyes from your beautiful brother after another harsh call, body heated in arousal and anger as you turned away from watching Regulus’ wandering hands.

You came with a frustrated whine, rubbing furiously as you suckled on your fingers, riding out the orgasm you had been so desperate for. Your walls pulsed, craving the feeling of your brother pushing inside you.

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indecisive-capricorn · 2 months

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Yandere Draco Malfoy x Reader Headcanons: Trapped

WARNINGS: Yandere, obsessive behaviour, toxic behaviour, unhealthy behaviour, threats, mature and language.

SUMMARY: You despised Draco Malfoy more than anyone, but the same couldn't be said about his feelings towards you. But how will he handle these feelings as they slowly grow darker as the years go by?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey guys! So, i just want to remind you that these types of behaviour in real life are pretty bad both mentally and sometimes physically, and i don't encourage these behaviours to happen in real life. This is only a work of fiction but if you have experience this or are currently experiencing it, please reach out and contact those who are able to help you. Stay safe and enjoy reading! A bit of a short headcanon after a long time, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. :)

MASTERLIST: Feel free to check out my other works! :)

When Draco first met you in the first year of Hogwarts, he developed a crush on you and after watching you from a distance, his crush on you deepens. However, he made never made a move that could give you a sign of his romantic feelings for you. Instead, he became one of your worst bullies at Hogwarts. He often teased and insulted you, but never did anything physical.

His yandere side didn't show until both of your sixth year in Hogwarts. He turned into a completely different person, more cautious and anxious, though he does a good job at hiding the latter emotion. Draco became bitter but more reserved and he spent most of his time on his studies and other things rather than bullying the first and second years like he usually did in the previous years.

At first, Draco kept a distance from you. He always avoided you, even during class, though he managed to sneak a glance or two at you when no one was looking. Draco couldn't leave you entirely no matter how hard he tries. However, it changed when another one of your bullies, Vincent Crabbe, began to torment you by practicing curses on you and Draco was there to see it.

Draco saw red and in the middle of the practice, before Crabbe could comprehend it, he fell unconscious and began to bleed. When Crabbe fell unconscious, Draco was left to face his bleeding and bruised darling on the floor looking at him like he was a monster. Draco immediately casted a sleeping charm on you and darkness surrounded you.

When you woke up again, you were in a peculiar and dark room. It didn't look to be your dormitary or any other houses's dormitary. There was tea and soup prepared for you nearby where you were sleeping. And although your entire body still felt sore from the curses, you felt much better. Several of your cuts were covered in bandages and your bruises were treated with what seems to be ointments.

You tried to get up and look around the room but noticed that you were chained to the bed. The chains was only long enough for you to reach the tea and soup, but it didn't let you go any further. You tried to move the bed but you failed and suspected that a spell was casted to ensure that it wouldn't move.

A few hours after, you heard something open and saw a blonde figure emerge from the shadows of the dark room. Your attention was immediately onto your old bully and you demanded for him to let you go. But Draco refused to, saying it was for your own good and you're in danger.

Draco used a spell to fabricate a letter filled with your handwritings to give to the teachers and the headmaster for your temporary leave of absence from your classes to visit your dying grandmother. You weren't entirely sure how he had managed to pull it off, but the whole school bought it and no one was left wondering where you are.

You were pleading for him to let you go but he was adamant to keep you there— wherever you are anyways, because you don't even recognize your surroundings.

He insisted that he was keeping you safe, looking almost like a desperate mad man, which might be what he was. He became a death eater and knew the risks and consequences outside of Hogwarts and even inside too. He's more than certain that he's the only one who could protect you from it all.

He lets you be free from your cuffs every once in a while, but he was smart enough to not let you be without them for too long. His mind might be completely filled with thoughts that you needs his protection but he still understands the nature of living beings and the want for freedom. That's why, he's careful with the amount of time when you're with and without cuffs.

He's very protective of you no matter what your blood status is, but if you're a muggleborn? His paranoia is over the roof and he's always sure that someone is following him or watching him whenever you're around. It doesn't mean he'll stop visiting you though, it just means less time for you to be free of your cuffs.

You'll be staying in the room he has chosen for you for the remainder of his school years in order to be close to you and he won't be going back home during the holidays because he doesn't want to spend time away from you. He already has to be away from you because of his classes, why does he have to for the holidays too?

He won't be trusting anyone with you. That's also the reason why he's barely letting you out of his sight during his free time. Even eating breakfast, lunch and dinner with you.

Don't be mistaken though, even when you're locked up, he's making sure to take care of you well. He brings you everything that you ask him for and all your favourite foods and many expensive clothes and jewelleries. You look like a pretty little wife/husband for him and the prospect of you marrying Draco excites him.

You're the only thing he looks forward to all day. He knows he has changed during his sixth year and he is not like his old self but you bring side the happiness he didn't know he still have inside of him and he's willing to do everything and anything to make sure the little joy inside him is always there, even if it means locking you up for the rest of your life.

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fragileheartbeats · 13 days

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I'm a writer, ok? I love to write about fictional characters, I love to feed people, I love to make them happy.

I'm also a writer who can't enjoy her works. Like I just look at them after posting them and I goes "this is the most disgusting thing that ever existed on planet earth."

But I also need feeding. Like all the fic out there are smut... This is all this about?

I really need some dark fic, like please I just need crazy, obsessed, I'm gonna kill anyone who look at you characters x reader (probably with a bad ending). Is this to much to ask?

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rorysbrainrot · 2 months

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𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓸 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 ♥︎

𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗦𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗬𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲! 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗼 𝗫 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁, 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀.

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀:𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝗼𝗳 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴(𝗻𝗼 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲.), 𝗖𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀, 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀.

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿𝘆: 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗥𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗹𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗿 𝗯𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗱𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵-𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼. 𝗛𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝘂𝗽 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝗴𝘂𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝗮 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝘄 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗽...

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I can’t believe I was actually let out of the house, Mattheo was finally starting to trust that I wasn’t going to leave him. I was going to head to the brew shop with the galleons Mattheo gave me, deciding I wanted to get some coffee after not being out in a while.

I was walking through the village when I saw a cute shop with a small line, so I headed in and took my place behind a taller guy with blond hair. I didn’t try to speak to him, not having any reason to, but he turned around for some reason and started having a conversation with me. I tried being kind by conversing with him, but I was getting slightly uncomfortable with how he was staring at me.

Eventually it was his turn in line, and he ordered, going to sit down at a small table in the back of the shop. When I ordered, I quickly got my coffee and bagel. As soon as I got my items, I wanted to get out of there, and I started to feel uncomfortable with how the man was staring at me. Before I could leave the shop, I was suddenly pulled into someone’s arms, and without looking, I knew who it was.

“Why the fuck was that guy flirting with you? The one time I let you out by yourself and you went off to flirt with random men! We’re going home.”

I was scared of what he was going to do, so I didn’t say anything, not wanting to anger him any further.

“Well? Fucking speak.”

“I’m sorry, Mattheo. I wasn’t flirting with him.”

He didn’t say anything to that and just apparated us back to his room at the manor. He shoves me onto the bed and starts pacing the room.

“Do you fucking know how much trust it took for me to let you out on your own!?”

“I wasn’t thinking; I promise, I wasn’t flirting, he just started talking to me in line.“

He cut me off with a silencing charm, not wanting to hear anymore of it. His wand was against my throat in a threatening manner, and his face was so close that our noses were touching.

“That’s it. You weren’t fucking thinking. I love you, and you said you love me, but clearly, that’s a lie if you go to other fucking men!”

He was yelling so loudly that I couldn’t focus on anything else, I didn’t like getting yelled at, and I do love him. I shook my head repeatedly to try and say I do love him, but he wasn’t looking; he had already gotten up.

“I should fucking kill him for just talking to you. Let alone flirt! Shit!”

He turns towards me and leans in close, as I was already pushed back against the headboard of the bed.

“Do you know how many people I’ve wanted to kill for talking to you and how many I have killed? Some I wouldn’t because I wanted to see YOU FUCKING HAPPY.”

He yelled that last part so loudly that I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him. He was fucking crazy, I had no reason to love him, but he was the one who tore open my heart.

“I’ve had thoughts about killing your so-called friends; I wanted to tear open their stomachs and leave them hanging in a doorway, keeping you safe from them because I fucking love you so much.”

He wasn’t yelling anymore, and I was thankful for that, but he was walking over to me. I tensed slightly, scared of what he was going to do, which I know Mattheo noticed. All he did was lay down next to me on the bed and pull me close to a position where he was spooning me. He took off the silencing charm and buried his head into the crook of my neck. I breathed out in relief, hoping that meant he wasn’t incredibly angry anymore.

“Tell me that you love me, please. Tell me that all I do for us is worth it. It’s all for you; you’re my past, present, and future. My love until I die. I can’t lose you, and I can’t see you with someone else. Tell me the same. I love you, I love you, and I’ll love you till I die.”

I sighed slightly, knowing it was what he thought was best, and I did love him in some twisted way, and he loved me in some fucked-up way, so there was no reason not to say what I’ve said so many times before. He would love me till we died, and I would love him.

“I love you to death."

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-First time writing a one shot. How did I do? I’m hoping they will get better over time I just had a hurst of motivation to do this, since I just watched Heathers (Great Movie.)-

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yandereharrypotter · 3 months

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Hermione Granger Headcanons

If you ever need help with a paper, she's more than willing to help, but she'll never give you the answer [Much to your dismay]

She can be a little stuck up, but thankfully you always get her off her high horse

She's a little jealous that you're more extroverted than her

Like, say there's a party, you're always invited and she's a second thought

^ She wouldn't want to go even if she was invited, so her complaining is pointless. She just wants to be invited, even if she's going to say no

You do manage to get her to go some tho

Classes that have less to do with book smarts, you excel in [Ex. Divination] are always something you take pride in [Even though it bothers her]

She gets fairly jealous when you hang out with other people without her

She knows you're great, that's why she dates you, and she knows other people see that too

You can't ever tell when someone's hitting on you [It took you forever to realize that Hermione liked you], so she gets steamed when someone hits on you

She'll cast spells on people who try and hit on you

If you play Quidditch, she'll help you sometimes [Say you're having a bad game, she'll cast a few spells to cast the other team to lose]

She'll break some rules for you. It takes some convincing, but she will eventually do it

She can be a little cynical sometimes, but you thankfully balance her out

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meraxesmoon · 8 months

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Yandere HCs-> Draco Malfoy

note: i have some writers block rn, so harry potter content

warnings: yandere content, romantic relationships, possessive behavior, jealousy, dependency, ron slander, but not really i love him lol, soft draco, simp draco, mention of marriage, commitment issues, mention of narcissa and lucius, draco being a mommas boy

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Draco

♡ As a type, he's extremely insecure and possessive. Draco isn't the type of person to be content sharing any of his things, and the same seems to go for his darling. He doesn't exactly see them as an object, but he absolutely believes that they belong to him and him alone. Draco, due to this mindset, hates seeing his darling with other people. He hates it, actually. He's the type of yandere who depends heavily on the attention from his darling.

☆ That being said, he gets jealous easily, especially if his darling happens to be close and/or friendly with Harry or anyone from that circle of friends. I think he'd be a lot worse if his darling was close with Ron, especially. He literally loathes Ron Weasley, so seeing his infatuation being friendly with that red-headed rat makes Draco fume with rage. Despite this, he can't really do much about his darling being around these people, so all he does is pout.

♡ Despite all of his toxic traits, I hardly think that Draco would demean or mistreat his darling. His behavior towards them is quite the opposite of that, actually. Draco is that mean guy who goes as soft as wool when around the person he has feelings for, and at the beginning of his infatuation with his darling he doesn't even realize that he's developed a soft spot for them. He just assumes that he can tolerate their company. Draco treats his darling so gently and sweet. Narcissa did not raise a brute.

☆ He has commitment issues but reversed. Draco cannot stand the thought of his darling not being committed to him. He'd be the type to daydream about being married to his darling, and he desperately craves that cute, domestic life with them. If his darling had a problem with being tied down, Draco would be absolutely devastated. He's the type of guy who proposes several times until is darling inevitably says yes. If they stubbornly refuse to marry him, Draco becomes sort of delusional. He'll go around calling them his wife/husband/spouse.

♡ Draco would get romantic advice from his mother! Lucius is absolutely pathetic, but Narcissa would offer him generally good courting advice, and always reminds Draco to treat his little lover well. I can see her absolutely adoring Draco's darling, especially if they take care of him. If we're talking about post war Draco, he's been through a lot and needs someone to give him tender affection. When Narcissa hears Draco talk about his darling she gets super giddy because of how happy he looks. I feel like it'd be near impossible for her to dislike Draco's darling.

i always end up writing horrible men as simps lol

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anxiousnerdwritings · 1 year

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Request; Good! Are the orders open? If they are open I would like a Headcanon de Yandere Sirius Black. In an alternate universe where he is not imprisoned in Azkaban. He stays with Reader to raise Harry as his son together. What would his Yandere behavior be like in his youth and later in his adulthood.

Sirius always had his eye on you, ever since starting Hogwarts. And to think he gave James hell for his liking for Evans when Sirius himself was no better.

He was whipped before he even had the chance to introduce himself. But he wouldn’t have it any other way, you were the only one for him. The two of you were made for each other after all. That much was clear as day.

Sirius was like a lost puppy when it came to you. He followed at your heels, not wanting to be too far from you. Honestly, he couldn’t keep himself away even if he tried. He liked being near you. The closeness was everything to him. He never wanted to go without it, without you.

His biggest feat was trying to convince you to give him a chance, to believe that what he felt for you was truly real and genuine cause it was. In the very beginning he had thought about getting with someone else in the hopes of making his darling jealous but he couldn’t bring himself to. He knew he had a reputation but ever since he laid eyes on you he only thought about you, he only dreamed about being with you. He only wanted tou, no one else could possibly compare. Sirius felt guilty enough from just thinking about being with someone other than you, even if it was to get your attention. It didn’t sit right with him being with anyone anymore if they weren’t you.

Attention was very much something Sirius couldn’t live without and that meant he strived for his darling’s attention in particular. Positive or negative it didn’t matter to him he thrived off of it all. So long as your eyes were on him he was happy. Merlin, how he loved your eyes. The color, the way they glistened in the sun, all the emotion swimming in them; Sirius absolutely adored looking into them. Whenever he interacted with you or rather whenever he was persistently annoying you, Sirius always looked you in the eye, staring far too long for comfort but he didn’t care how uneasy it made you or anyone else. He just couldn’t help himself. Hell, he’d bother his darling for a staring contest just to be able to look as long as possible into the windows to their soul.

Determined was an understatement, Sirius was completely dedicated to earning your heart and affections. He wasn’t one to give up easily and when it came to you giving up wasn’t an option. He would put in as much effort as he could muster to become part of your life, to be your future. He’d even go as far as to change himself to whatever you preferred if it meant finally getting you. And Sirius would devote himself to whatever facade he had to play just to have a conversation with you. But if things aren’t moving nearly as far along as he wants then Sirius would get to a point where he needed a quicker fix. There are certain spells and potions that make these types of things a lot easier after all.

Eventually, Sirius finally gets you where he wants you, with him. It took a lot of work and some coercing here and there but he finally did it. He had you and he couldn’t have been happier. Now that he had his darling, Sirius would only become increasingly more intense regarding his behavior and overall antics. Especially while still attending Hogwarts.

Once in a relationship with his darling, Sirius would be very similar to a rabid dog. He had already been pretty passionate when concerning his darling but now that he had them he was on a whole other level. Anyone who so much as looked at his darling cross eyed was in for one hell of a rude awakening. Whether it came in the form of Sirius beating the shit out of them the muggle way, the poor soul becoming the Marauders new target for their antics, or them just so happening to be viciously attacked but a crazed black dog who seemingly came out of nowhere.

He wasn’t very forgiving of those who interfered when it came to you. It didn’t matter whether they had the ill intentions that Sirius swears they did or not, he wasn’t letting anyone try and steal you away from him. Hell, even his own friends were on thin ice but he could usually play it off with them as sarcasm and harmless fun, although they could read between the lines. When Sirius did get like this it was really up to only his darling to calm him down and reign him in. If it were them telling to stop then he would without a second thought but anyone else wouldn’t have that kind of power over him. Not even Mcgonagall or Dumbledore.

After Hogwarts, Sirius would want to immediately begin the rest of his life with his darling. He had already been planning the wedding before graduation but now he just couldn’t help himself. He didn’t want to wait any longer then necessary. He was being impatient, he knew that, but he wanted to be bound to the love of his life right away. So much so that Sirius wasn’t bothered too much about the idea of not having a ceremony. At least not having one yet. As long as it was you and him, he was more than content.

Given how caught up in his own wants Sirius was, he hadn’t really taken in or even asked what his darling wanted to do. Whether you wanted to wait on marriage or even take a break from the relationship in general. Sirius wasn’t really giving you a choice cause he already decided for you before the idea was even openly brought up. No matter how much his darling tried to get a word in and put their foot down for their own wants and needs, he didn’t listen. Whether that was because he was actually too caught up in his own mind or because he chose to just ignore you who knew.

If his darling was insistent on stalling and taking their time both with the relationship and their plans for the future, Sirius would feel inclined to get what he wants another way. Now that may mean that he forges his darling’s name on a marriage certificate without their knowledge or he may just go ahead and use the imperious curse on them. Not like he hasn’t had to use it on them before.

Once he and his darling are married, Sirius would be even more on cloud nine then he ever had been before. You’re all his, now and forever. You have his last name now and he couldn’t love it anymore than he already does. ‘Y/n Black’, it couldn’t suit you better. And to think he had been so hung up on whether you should take his name or he should take yours. In the end he made the right decision.

When it comes to the Wizarding War and the Order of the Phoenix, Sirius wants his darling to have no part in either whatsoever. He would not risk your life for anything. He doesn’t care how much you want to help, how powerful you are, or how useful you could be; it’s not happening. Sirius won’t allow it. He’s not going to lose one of the only good things in his life. Never. If he has to he’ll take any precautions necessary to keep you from trying.

Even if he has to incapacitate you to ensure you don’t leave the safety of wherever he’s keeping you. No matter how much you fight, yell, scream and curse at him, Sirius isn’t going to change his mind. Even if his darling hates him, he knows it’s for the best that he keeps them safe first. You are his top priority after all. Besides, when he comes back to you he can always use a memory charm if need be.

When Sirius hears word of James and Lily’s fate, he’s a mess. He breaks down and crumbles into pieces with his darling being the only one who can keep him from falling apart completely. He’s utterly devastated and he knows it’s his fault for his friends’ deaths. He can’t help but blame himself but he’s also plagued with the thought of that having been you. You could have been dead. He could have lost you at any point even though he took all the measures to keep that from happening. It takes everything in him and you clutching onto him for Sirius not to go after Peter. As much as he wants to he’s reminded that he has you to think about first and you further remind him that Harry needs him as well now. Harry needs the both of you. And that’s more than enough to make him stay.

The fight you two had to put up to keep Harry from going to his Aunt and Uncle was a feat in itself. Dumbledore seemed so adamant about him growing up with the muggles but Sirius especially didn’t want that to happen. Not when he was Harry’s godfather and right there to happily accept him. Besides, it wasn’t what James or Lily would have wanted for him, not when Sirius and his darling were more than willing to take him in and raise him as their own. Sirius had been so passionate and emotional in his argument to have Harry come home with the two of you that Dumbledore couldn’t help but to allow it.

Watching his darling interact with baby Harry was something Sirius adored more than anything. This was his little family. And he’d do anything for them. It had always been in Sirius’ plans that the two of you would have a family of your own. Although he had originally wanted to start making that family immediately after leaving Hogwarts but more important things overshadowed that desperate want. Now that he had a snippet of what it would be like, Sirius could feel that want coming back with a feverish vengeance. He would wait a while though and give Harry the time and attention he needed and deserved right now. But that didn’t mean you and he couldn’t start trying.

Overall, Sirius would become much more intense throughout the years regarding his darling in general. His overprotective and possessiveness had always been there even in his younger days but once he had you all to himself did things hit a whole other level. He’s so completely and utterly filled with love and devotion for his darling and he doesn’t care whether the severity of it is labeled healthy or not. He’s got you and now he’s got his very own little family, Sirius couldn’t be happier. But Merlin help whoever tries to intervene in his happy little world, he won’t hesitate to use the killing curse on whoever tries to mess with his family.

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