goblin rebellions

Have you seen our son?

My players trying to drill information from a young goblin

Me/DM: The little goblin is terrified and babbling because it saw you cleave its friend in half. You can’t really make out what it’s saying

Our Witch: “Aw poor thing. I hug him, and pat his head.”

Me: “He calms down slightly and sniffles. You realize he’s a fairly young goblin as you hug him.”

Witch: “I’m adopting him, he’s my son now.”

They went on to lead a Goblin rebellion against the Orc warmaster who had taken command of the tribe. Gurgy is the mascot of our party despite many failed stealth rolls. He’s training to be a rogue.

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(I’ve started a little “series” thing. I’ve got ideas for all of the Potter-Malfoy kids and I’ll be releasing drawings and headcanons of them. I hope you enjoy!! I’d advise that you go look at the other kid’s stuff to avoid confusion)

The next of the Potter-Malfoy kids I’d like to introduce you to is Eltanin

  • It was May of 2006, and Eudora was about 4-5 months along with Alsafi when Harry opened the front door to find a baby snoozing on his doorstep. 
  • The baby looked newly born, with tufts of hair on his head, two patches of which, Harry noticed, were bright white.
  • With the shock of it all, Harry dropped a quite heavy bag he had been planning to bring with him to work
  • It made a loud thunk right next to the baby + harry just winced expecting to hear shrieks of crying
  • but the baby was silent
  • Harry ofc immediately hurried him inside to make sure he was warm and alive with no obvious problems.
  • and that’s when the baby began to wail 
  • It’s crying echoed through the house, loud enough to wake up the whole house. (8 y/o Teddy, 4 y/o twins, 2 y/o Cassiopeia and of course, nearly 26 y/o Draco)
  • Harry wasn’t able to quiet the baby + was v scared that perhaps the baby was in pain or had some sort of medical issue.
  • So, Draco stumbles down stairs + before he sees the baby he’s yawning and asking why Cassiopeia is shrieking that loudly 
  • … and then he freezes. that baby is not Cassiopeia. He’s much smaller, and much darker. 
  • he’s only frozen for a grand total of 2 seconds before he starts to freak out
  • “whO’S BABY IS THAT?! WHY DO YOU HAVE A BABY ?! OH GOD. HARRY DID YOU STEAL A BABY?!” 
  • + for just a hot, terrifying second, Draco looks around expecting to find Eudora. But no, this wasn’t their baby, Alsafi. It was too big to be so premature.
  • Harry , still trying to rock the baby attempts to calmly explain that no, he did not steal a baby
  •  In the wee hours of this morning, Draco + Harry are running around trying to figure out what to do.
  • They finally get the baby to quiet down in Draco’s arms, while Harry sits across from him. 
  • Draco’s looking down at the boy and with a jolt, sees that his eyes are open. and he just kind of… gaps down at him. 
  • “…harry… his eyes… one’s- one’s bright blue.” He just whispers distractedly and bit concerned. 
  • He generally wouldn’t be concerned about Heterochromia, but the fact that this boy did not seem to be able to genetically have any shade of blue eyes worried him 
  • perhaps he had been cursed and left to them?
  • Harry comes over too and stares down at the infant. Something is itching at the back of brain
  •  “We have to take him to St. Mungo’s don’t we?” 
  • So they send a fire message to Molly to come watch the kids while before flooing over to St. Mungos.
  • Mediwitches take the boy and inspect him, all while Draco and Harry wait in another room, anxious.
  • They’re eventually told that the boy is a newborn and looks to have “Moderate Sedendum Syndrome” which the muggles call “Type II Waardenburg Syndrome.”
  • The boy is permanently deaf and has pigmentation issues. The only major concern is that they need to watch him for Kidney and Pulmonary Artery Abnormalities, but he should be fine. 
  • The mediwitch also shows them that a boy had been written on on his stomach, leaving a message that his parents did not want him because of his condition (in which, they thought it a curse) and that they left it with Draco and Harry because they’re “collecting kids anyway? What’s one more?”
  • This message later leaves Hermione to make the note that the baby’s parents are probably purebloods, as they didn’t think it could be a mundane defect
  • Harry gently scrubs it off with his own hands, feeling a bit angry and protective over the boy already 
  • Then starts the long and complicated meetings with the Social work department of the Ministry. + the long conversations over whether or not they should keep the boy, especially with a son already on the way.
  • They end up deciding to send him to the “international foster home” I mentioned before bc two newborn babies to take care of in the span of 5 months didn’t seem like something they could realistically handle with all their children.
  • but that night neither of them can sleep, and in their guts it just feels right to take the boy in. because over all the time trying to figure out what to do with him, they had both been thinking about things like names, and what his room would look like and whether Anita would share with him or not. What house he would be in. What kind of magic he would do.
  • So they take him (bc shit, their first children were twins, they could do this) and name him Eltanin (Lucius). and get him fitted for hearing aids (cute little ones with nifflers on them) 
  • They begin to teach the other kids sign language immediately, learning themselves constantly, so that by the time Eltanin is 6 months old, they can start working with him on it. 
  • they also try to anticipate his future life, Hogwarts and beyond that. 
  • they meet with lots of people. deaf wizards and muggles as well as parents of deaf wizards and muggles. speech therapists. doctors. specialists. anyone who can give them a full view. (one of these people happen to be Theodore Nott, who had recently had a son who was born with profound hearing loss)
  • They had a few main questions: Should they encourage him to learn to speak and sign at the same time? Can he even learn to speak with profound hearing loss? Should he get a cochlear implant or not? Should he not go to Hogwarts and instead go to a school for the deaf, where he could feel more culturally intact? 
  • In short, it all boils down to, how much will his deafness affect his life?
  • They decide to go ahead with a witch speech therapist, specifically trained to deal with children with profound hearing loss. 
  • They want him to learn to speak and sign, but were advised not to invest in a cochlear implant, because Eltanin may not want it in the future. He could go to Hogwarts, but should probably have regular contact with other deaf wizards. Which means lots of playdates with Hyacinthus Nott.
  • he’s not a crier, or a complainer, or a tantrum thrower.
  • He’ll cry if he needs something and stops when he gets it. If he falls, he asks for a bandaid and moves on. If he’s upset he hides it.
  • As Eltanin gets older this concerns Harry greatly. He begins to tell Eltanin when he’s 5 that he can come to Harry if he’s upset. That he won’t be mad or judge him if that’s what he’s worried about. That it’s okay to be upset, it’s okay to show that sometimes, even if they aren’t your shining and most proud moments.
  • But Eltanin is happy kid. He’s very bubbly and one that jokes around a lot
  • but he’s also sassy. Like.. too sassy for his own good. He’s a back talker and frequent sarcasm user. (He signs sarcastically, I mean. no one even knows how he manages it) 
  • He insists on continuing the whole “niffler hearing aids” thing for his entire life bc this boy is obsessed with extremely random things
  • He loves nifflers, finds them fascinating. and the Goblin Rebellions? Don’t even get him started. He also likes Korean Wizard rock bands that Harry constantly dad jokes him about
  • Though he and Alsafi are only 7 months apart, they end up going into separate years bc of the August cut off and Eltanin never lets him forget it. “I am your older brother, therefore my clear authority over you dictates that…”
  • He gets to Hogwarts and the hat takes a very long time to decide. Is he a Gryffindor or is he Ravenclaw or …”Slytherin!” 
  • Eltanin was well liked by his housemates, who immediately learned sign language for him. Even the Slytherins who didn’t know Eltanin learned to sign
  • It eventually got to the point of being a tradition in the Slytherin house, which was upheld for many decades past Eltanin being there.
  • (Around 12 Eltanin’s hair turned completely white, which his housemates thought was super cool.)
  • Everything seemed amazing for Eltanin and the other kids but, at this point people started to talk. 
  • Those who went through the war and knew what Draco Malfoy did. Those who were so anti-dark wizard that they couldn’t believe- didn’t believe - that Harry Potter, savior of the wizarding world, could really marry Draco Malfoy of his own free will, in his right mind. and on the other hand, why would Draco Malfoy want to marry and have kids with Harry Potter anyway? Not to mention, they were turning out mostly Slytherin children…
  • It was still only whispers and rumors and conspiracy, still things whispered behind hands and laughed at by most. The kids were teased sometimes, something Teddy always put a stop to.
  • .. until about a year later when Rita Skeeter released a 962 page book. “Draco Malfoy’s Dark Secret” 
  • It outlined (with plenty of extremely convincing evidence) how Draco is continually slipping Harry love potions in order to trap him, and is now taking in children to brainwash and turn into soldiers, “or worse, experiment on”. It painted Harry as a tragic victim and their kids as possibly dangerous.
  • To the general public this accusation seemed extremely far fetched and completely silly. Some saying it “worthy of the Lovegoods” until they read it.
  • When Draco and Harry got a copy in their hands, they were sure that if they hadn’t been them, they would have a hard time not believing this theory, with all the evidence they’d no idea how Rita acquired. 
  • Ron even half believed it. Harry caught him checking a mug of coffee Draco had made for him, and tried to ask Harry if he was sure of what was going on. 
  • Harry had just snatched the drink away and gulped it down, looking Ron straight in the eye and refusing to speak to him for days. 
  • It was the kids who took the brunt of it really. Teddy had graduated and the Slytherins were the only ones who took up for them.
  • It got so bad that Sirius ended up taking refuge, sleeping in turns in her sibling’s beds and studying between breaks in the Slytherin common room. 
  • It began to be a normal sight to see red and gold Sirius sitting in their common room.
  • Rita’s book was even banned in Hogwarts in an attempt to help the kids.
  • Harry and Draco had to keep holed up inside, with Ginny bringing the necessities.
  • It was interestingly Neville who came to the aid of Harry. With the help of Luna and Hannah, he put together a book with interviews, pictures and stories from anyone who knew Harry and Draco well.
  •  Rolf, Hermione, Ron, Dean, Seamus, Pavarti and Padma, all the Weasleys, Dennis Creevey, Eltanin’s speech therapist, Narcissa and Lucius, Andromeda, Hagrid, Professors Mcgonagall, Sprout, Slughorn and Flitwick, Eleanora, various Mediwitches and healers. Mrs Figg, Cho Chang, Viktor Krum, Gabrielle Delacor, and even Blaise, Pansy, Theodore and their spouses showed up to help. 
  • The book was exactly 963 pages and was simply labeled “the Truth About the Potter-Malfoy Family” 
  • It didn’t exactly cause the Potter-Malfoys to be considered a group angels, but it did finally quiet the craziness Rita had started.
  • Eltanin had a relatively normal Hogwarts-career after that fiasco.
  • He’s the only of the kids that didn’t play quidditch, but you bet your ass he was out there with their names on hid forehead whenever they played.
  • Eltanin is a fantastic Potioneer
  • He ended up going by “Malfoy” 
  • + after being told about their parents as students, he and Alsafi jokingly sneered “Potter” “Malfoy” at each other whenever they passed

8/13/2017

Touchy-Sirius Black Imagine

Request: Hi! I was wondering if you could do something where the reader isn’t a touchy person (just with Lily because she is her best friend) but she became touchy with Sirius and he became touchy with her too and she doesn’t notice what’s going on until Lily asks her if she’s in love with him?

Warnings: none

Hope you all enjoy! xo


The excitement of the victory against the Slytherin Quidditch team filled the Gryffindor common room. A fire was roaring in the hearth, casting the room in a brilliant Gryffindor gold as the Quidditch team filed in through the portrait hole. A deafening cheer echoed around them, and the party began. 

“I can’t believe we won! We’re so close to getting the Cup!” Lily cried, squeezing Y/N in an excited, bone-crushing hug.

“I know, the seeker made a wicked catch!” Y/N said.

“Hey guys!” James yelled breathlessly, running over to give them all hugs with a wide grin on his face. When he reached Y/N, she pushed him away and gave him a high-five instead. “How come you let Lily hug you and not me?”

“I’m just not a touchy person, Potter. Lily’s the only one allowed to give me hugs,” Y/N replied, sticking out her tongue.

“But you’ll let me hug you, won’t you?” Sirius asked, walking up to her and opening his arms. 

“In your dreams, Black,” she retorted, stepping out of his grasp.

“You’re right about that,” he muttered under his breath.

“What was that?” Y/N asked.

“Nothing,” Sirius replied hastily. Y/N narrowed her eyes at him, but he brushed her off with his signature smirk. “I’ll go get drinks!” 

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In which Lily actually wants to fill the form out

I can’t believe I’m actually filling this thing out. (You wanted to!)

CUDDLE APPLICATION

I’m lonely and cold and in need of a cuddle buddy so fill this out.

Name:Lily Evans

Age: 18

Gender: Lady (Umm sweetie)

Phone number: James, do you even know what a phone is? (NO BUT THAT DOESN’T MATTER)

Address: NOT James Potter’s bed, whatever the rumours are. (though his bed is comfy.) (So that was just Sirius in a wig last night?)

Top Five Movies: Life of Brian. (We went to this together & it was great.) The Jungle Book. Holy Grail. The Deer Hunter. (WHY ARE YOU HUNTING DEER? WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY.) Help! The Beatles. 

Five Random Facts About Yourself: I am a red head, not a ginger. My boyfriend is a prat. (Ow.) I prefer the Beatles to the Rat Pack. Clearly I have rubbish taste in blokes. (WOW.) I’m extremely wonderful.

Do you mind if I give you a cute nickname?: No. If it’s Ginger I will hex you. (Oops.)

Can we build a fort?: Yes. 

Will there be random junk food and food fights?: Yes. Duh.

Do you mind kissing?: No. Seriously who minds kissing?? (I definitely don’t.) Well I know that don’t I.

Include one or all.

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(Look at our frolicking babies Evans! LOOK!) You can’t be serious. 

James BlackSirius Black / Remus Lupin / Peter Pettigrew / James Potter (by Sirius Black) / Snivellus 

The Trick

Pairing: James Potter x reader

Words: 1630

Warnings: one swear word

A/N: I finished it!! It wasn’t a request, just a dumb idea I had. I hope you enjoy it!!

Binns’ classes were always boring, but that day’s lesson was especially tedious. The ghost was talking about some Goblin rebellion while you were looking outside the window, wishing you were relaxing under a tree. The sun shined bright through the glass and the summer breeze made the trees’ brunches dance smoothly. You glanced around the class and saw Sirius Black making paper plains, Lily Evans half listening and half doodling in the corner of her parchment and James Potter, sitting right next to you, almost fallen asleep with his head resting on his arms.

You looked down and saw something written on the desk. It said ‘1st Goblin rebellion 1612’. You were curious about who wrote that and why, but you weren’t given much time to wonder about it as you heard your pale professor yelling at the class.

“Is any of you paying attention?” He was clearly annoyed. Everyone snapped their heads up abruptly to look at Binns, eyes wide in surprise. He’d never scowled you or even cared to check if you were paying attention before. “You!” Binns pointed at you. “When did the first Goblin rebellion happen?”

You thought about it for a brief moment, actually wishing you’d paid attention, but then realized it was what you had read on the table a few seconds before. “1612?” you asked timidly, not really sure if the table was tricking you or not.

Binns groaned, unsatisfied that he couldn’t give detention to you and mumbling a 'well said’ under his breath. He went back to his initial position and continued with his lecture. When the class finished, you started to put your things away but a familiar voice interrupted you.

“How did you do that?” James Potter asked, curiosity evident in his eyes.

“Do what?”

“Get the correct answer,” he explained. “I saw you weren’t listening either.”

“Binns isn’t the first teacher that asks me something when I’m not paying attention. I learnt the trick.” You didn’t know why you said that. There was no trick, you were just lucky it was written on the desk.

“And what would that be?” the boy asked, a smug smile spread over his face. He passed a hand through his messy locks and looked at you from behind his round glasses.

“I don’t think you’re worthy of it, Potter,” you flirted back. It wasn’t common for you, but sometimes you teased and flirted with people. This was your crush’s turn.

“Then I shall make myself worthy,” James said dramatically, earning a giggle from you. He grinned at the sound he liked so much and looked at you with his brown eyes, the kind of eyes that could made you melt every time.

“And how are you planning on doing that?” you asked challengingly crossing your arms over your chest.

“By taking you to Hogsmeade this weekend and buying you a butterbeer, (y/l/n),” his eager eyes expressed how much he really wanted you to accept. Your mouth drew a sweet smile on your face and you nodded, showing James you liked the idea. He walked away, with a triumphant smirk and good news to tell to his friends.

The next day, James was waiting by Hogwarts’ entrance for you. You approached him and he greeted you with a gleeful and a nervous 'Hi’. You were nervous too, though you did your best to hide it. You walked to The Three Broomsticks together. Both, his and your shyness went away after starting the conversation and so you talked about everything on your way there. From grades and school to your family and friends. It was comforting to know not all purebloods were like the Malfoys or the Blacks, with the exception of Sirius, of course.

When you got to your destination, your date led you to a table in one of the corners and ordered two butterbeers. “So, (y/n), tell me more about you,” James said, shortly after taking the first sip of his drink.

“I told you a lot on the way here, what else do you need to know?” you asked, grinning at him. “Now it’s your turn. You’re gonna tell me how the hell did you do the prank for Slughorn and didn’t get caught.”

He chuckled, remembering how much he had laughed with his friends that day. Remus had had the idea of covering Slughorn with a potion that would get him to smell like shit for a few days. They carried out the plan in one of the poor professor’s classes, and you were there to watch it all.

“Well that’s my trick, love. And I don’t think you’re worthy of it,” the boy explained with a mischievous smirk.

“The I shall make myself worthy,” you quoted with the same dramatic tone he had used before. You both laughed at your childishness and returned to talk about other pranks he’d carried out with his friends.

Talking to James felt easy. You didn’t worry about saying the right thing or trying not to show your awkward self you only showed to your closest friends. You could be and talk like yourself. The messy-haired boy felt the exact same way. Being with you, made it easy to be himself, not only showing his confident façade all the time. James could be the casual, a bit awkward and funny person he’d always been but showed too little.

After you finished your butterbeer, you stayed talking some more time, but then realized it was getting late and went for a walk around the town. You went to Honeydukes, where you bought all the candies and sweets you could put in your pockets and then you visited Zonko’s. After that, you finally decided to return to the castle.

When you got there, James didn’t lead you to your Common Room but went up another stair. “C'mon, follow me,” he whispered into the darkness.

“Where?” You liked the boy, of course, but you didn’t know if going with him was a good idea. He was known for getting people into trouble a lot, so maybe the troublemaker would get you into trouble.

“Just trust me, okay?”

You hummed accepting, a bit relentless, the invitation. When you saw the light of the moon shining through the big windows, you finally realized where you were. The Astronomy tower. You got near one of the windows and gazed up the starry sky with admiration, not being able to take your eyes off it. James stood beside you, leaning on his shoulders on the railing, but not looking at the sky. He was looking at you. James knew how beautiful you were, but the brightness of the moon made your eyes glisten and the small smile on your lips melted him away.

You felt his heavy gaze on you, and looked down at him. James looked away, blush creeping through his cheeks.

“I love this,” you finally broke the silence. It was peaceful and comfortable, not awkward like it happened with other people.

“I knew you’d like it,” he replies. He didn’t say it in a flirtish tone, but in a soft and relaxed voice, matching the smile he could not avoid showing. He hasn’t realized how close you actually were until he looked down at your lips, wanting to kiss you. “So,” he started saying softly, almost in a whisper and your lips almost touching, “am I worthy now?”

“I guess,” you answered, biting your bottom lip. You blushed at the closeness of your faces.

“And what’s the trick?” he asked in the same low voice that drove you crazy. But, before you could react, James leaned in, linking your lips together. It was soft and full of life. Electricity was flowing from the tips of your fingers to your lips. It was the perfect kiss and no one could deny it. You pulled away, taking a breath, and looked at him. The boy’s face looked joyous and his wide grin matched yours.

From then on, you started slowly and safely falling in love with him and he did the same with you. When school finished, you kept in touch, meeting almost every day until you moved together to a small house. It wasn’t much, but it was your home and you loved it as much as you loved James.

One day, Sirius, Remus and Peter were hanging out with you and James in your house. You started catching up but ended up talking about your glorious days at Hogwarts. You talked about how they pranked the teachers and about the girls they had crushes on.

“I remember Prongs entering the Common Room really excited and we didn’t know what was going on,” Sirius was talking about the time when you accepted to go on your first date with James. “And then he says he’s got a date with you really loud. I think everyone in the Gryffindor tower heard it,” he added, making everyone in the room laugh, except James, who was blushing intensely.

“Now that I realize,” your boyfriend started saying with a playful expression, “you never told me what your trick was.”

You opened your wide in surprise. “Oh… well,” you murmured, “there wasn’t any trick. I was just lucky it was written on the table.”

The boys were all looking with amused smirks, eager to know where would this lead to, while James looked at you confused. “But you…” he started to say, but never finished.

“Yeah, I just wanted to mess with you,” you said with a small grin that showed a bit of guilt. You stepped closer to him and as you did, you saw him smiling. It was in that way that even now, it kept melting you.

“I’m glad you did,” he admitted softly, and kissed you briefly.

“Me too.”

i agree - wolfstar
  • remus: - so that's why the early 17th century goblin rebellions shook gringotts.
  • sirius: *staring at him* I agree.
  • remus: - and that is when the mountain trolls decided to hide in mountains.
  • sirius: *staring at him* I agree.
  • remus: - and that is how you make the philosophers stone,
  • sirius: *staring at him* I agree.
  • remus: dumbledore is gay.
  • sirius: *staring at him* I agree.
  • remus: remus lupin is the sexiest piece of werewolf ass ever and i, sirius black, am in love with him
  • sirius: *staring at him* i agree.
Bookworm Credence Headcanon

Ok I just thought of the perfect match for our lil Barebone bean. Credence discovering his love for books!


  • Honestly, Credence was by no means illiterate. Mary Lou had forced all the children to learn to at least read, if for nothing else but to propound about God’s wrath if they ever sinned.
  • The only books that he had ever read were the Bible and the NSPS anti witch propaganda booklet and it hadn’t drawn him to reading particularly.
  • So imagine his surprise when he discovered an old, battered copy of Newt’s manuscript (the original rough draft that he had planned while coming up with the book) while cleaning up the shed. 
  • The miniature drawings of all the creatures and scribbles and notes about each of them make him delighted. This is so unlike the verbose scriptures or the inflammatory messages that the NSPS booklet carried.
  • Just imagine Credence being so happy when he discovers that he already knows a fair bit about the magical creatures he’s reading about, from being Newt’s assistant and that is such an accomplishment for him!
  • Newt discovers Credence sitting on the ground, right in front of the Bowtruckle tree, mesmerised by his rough draft, cleaning long forgotten.
  • On being found out, Credence feels bad for unnecessarily slacking off but Newt instead gives him the published version of Fantastic Beasts and encourages him to give the finished book a go, “You might like the spruced up copy more than that old dusty one.”
  • Once Credence lays his hands on it, he is immediately awed by the glossy cover, the way the embellished title feels under his fingers, the fragrance that the book emits the moment he opens it, the way the illustrations seem much more real than the roughly sketched ones. 
  • Then he realises that they have actually been animated with magic! The Bowtruckle waves from his perch on his home tree and dear Lord, the Niffler is darting from page to page in search of anything shiny! The Demiguise disappears and reappears every time he turns the page back and forth.
  • He finishes reading it in one sitting, asking Newt various questions about every minute detail, ‘Hey Mr Scamander, does Dougal have Chinese origins?’ ‘Have you ever met a dragon before, Mr Scamander?’ ‘I think Pickett thinks of you as his home, he’s supposed to be the guardian of his tree, right?’
  •  Amused by his curiosity, Newt patiently answers every single question. And when he realises that the book had been so well thumbed that it has started resembling the original rough draft, Newt goes in search of his old school books that he is sure he left somewhere in the shed.
  • Credence is giddy with the excitement of an 11 year old when the magizoologist actually hauls out all the books from their storage space in a moth infested trunk.
  • Newt can’t help but smile when he discovers Credence reading under his covers, by the light of his Obscurial magic (which he can now control with much ease). ‘Just five more minutes, then I’ll go to bed. Things are getting really interesting in the 18th century Goblin Rebellion!’
  • Once he has finished devouring all of Newt’s school books, both of them make a habit of heading to the local library.
  • Credence is shy at first but once he discovers the multitudes of books just waiting to be read on the shelves he can’t control himself. By the end of the month, the librarian is on first name basis with Credence and they spend many hours discussing about plots and characters and how the antagonist was much more relatable than the hero in a particular book.
  • Whenever they are travelling to far off countries, after a gruelling day helping Newt out with the creatures, Credence will slip out of the suitcase at least once to check if there is a local book store. He might just browse the sections or buy one that catches his fancy, but he always makes it a point to visit them.
  • Incidentally that is how he owns a collection of books in Spanish, German, Japanese and one even in Sanskrit (even though he can’t read them) just because he found the covers eye-catching!
  • And on trips to places where Credence couldn’t go with him, Newt, like a proud father gets him a book every single time, almost always accompanied by the words, ‘Thought you might find this one interesting.’  
  • He even writes thoughtful quotes as messages on the first page. So that whenever Credence opens the book - may it be for the first time with a brand new one or for the umpteenth time with a much loved book, Newt’s words always act as a reminder that Credence has people who truly care for him. He is always humbled by the words and even though he may not admit it, at times he looks forward to the scribbled messages just as much as he is itching to discover what new world he will jump into.
  • Credence gets a lot of books as gifts. Books on Christmas, books on his birthday, books on New Year, books for every occasion.  And he adores every single one of them. He even recollects the stories behind how he acquired them (the places being exotic destinations helps), ‘We found that one in an obscure, second-hand store while documenting the Fire Crab in Fiji.’
  • Credence, who was usually soft spoken and quiet, grew particularly vocal (read outright fanatical) while debating about books. He is an active member of a book club he accidently discovered while browsing for new books in their local library. The club president bumped into him (while Credence was carrying a large stack of books, for reference of course) and was amazed by his taste in diverse subjects. They got talking about how classical books fared against modern literature and both discovered that they had a lot in common as far as tastes in books were concerned.
  • Credence is invited to the next club meeting and he couldn’t help but be nervous and excited at the same time. That was the start of many a passionate evenings spent questioning plot points, character intonations and discussing his favourite books with like minded people. Credence had finally found a place where he belonged, where he could make friends.
  • A year and a half later from the day Credence first found a dusty copy of his old manuscript, on a quiet rainy day, Newt is surprised to find him wrapped up in a blanket having fallen asleep clutching a book in his hand. His oversize glasses (a direct consequence of much late night reading) are askew on his head, an empty coffee mug lying on the side table. Newt turns off the lights and tries to take the book out of his hands but surprisingly, Credence clutches it harder in his sleep, refusing to let go.
  • Newt smiles, looking at the now much loved copy of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them that he had first given him. Love affairs could start with the smallest of things.

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Disclaimer: I don’t own Credence or any other character of FBAWTFT, JKR does. Credits of the GIF to its wonderful creator. I honestly feel like that’s how Credence reads! 

Dear Mum

By @ijustwalkintomordor

5K words, G rated

Albus isn’t looking forward to returning to Hogwarts for his third year, but he is looking forward to seeing his excitable, bubbly best friend. What he finds on the train is very different from the Scorpius he’s used to, and Albus decides to do everything he can to protect Scorpius while he grieves his mother’s death.

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In which Sirius mistakes a cuddling application for a shagging advert.

CUDDLE APPLICATION

I’m lonely and cold and in need of a cuddle buddy so fill this out.

Name: Walking sex (aka Sirus Black)

Age: Legal

Gender: Take a look

Phone number: I take DADA not fucking Arithmancy

Address: Your bed (or mine). It’s actually Potter Manor.

Top Five Movies: What the fuck? What in the name of Merlin is a movie. I think Evans might have taken Potter to one once. Didn’t invite me the smarmy bastard.

Five Random Facts About Yourself: You like me. I’m an excellent shag. You want to ride my broomstick. I know the best places for a snog. There’s no one better.

Do you mind if I give you a cute sexy nickname?: Yes. (Doesn’t Sirius get you going enough?)

Can we build a fort?: Yes. (Is this roleplaying? It sounds like roleplaying. Am I the commander of an army?)

Will there be random junk food and food fights?: Yes. (Duh.)

Do you mind kissing shagging?: No.

Include one or all.

Instagram: Merlin’s

Tumblr: balls

Twitter: what is this

(Place a picture of yourself here: This is a five. I am a ten. This was Potter. I DO NOT LOOK LIKE THIS. He used a sticking charm and it won’t come off. I am about to rip his balls off.)

James Potter / Remus Lupin / Peter Pettigrew / Lily Evans / James Potter (by Sirius Black) 

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Remus Lupin x Reader

Request:  hi! i love your writing! i was wondering if you could do a remus lupin imagine for a shy ravenclaw reader. the plot is up to you! thanks in advance! :)
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Drunk reader confesses her feelings for someone I don’t care who x

“Miss Y/L/N, can I have a word with you please?” You heard McGonagall’s voice as the class ended and you were packing your things. You gulped and tried to wipe the bitter expression off your face as you walked to the teacher’s desk.

“Yes, professor?”

“Miss Y/L/N, are you still intend to be in my class in the next year? Your performance in the first semester was quiet disappointing, and I know it’s only January, but I can’t see any attempt of improvement from you.” - she said in a strong tone, also she had a little concern on her face.

“I’m truly trying, professor! But sometimes I can’t even manage to do the easiest things. I’m a hopeless case.” You closed your eyes for a moment and shook your head. Transfiguration was your worst nightmare.

“Nonsense!” - she stated. “The other teachers say wonderful things about you. All you need is more self-confidence. And, a good tutor, if you’re interested.”

“Well, Y/F/N tries to help me sometimes…” - you started, but she cut you off.

“I was thinking about normal tutorials. May I suggest somebody from my own house? I assume you know Remus Lupin.”

You frowned, but your cheeks flushed. “Yes, but he’s friends with James Potter and Sirius Black, isn’t he? Are you sure this is a good idea, because…”

She cut you off again. “I can assure you Mr. Lupin is nothing like his friends. Well, mostly.” - she said with an almost invisible smile. “I’ll talk to him for you.”


You walked on the dimly lit corridors, down to the empty Transfiguration classroom that Professor McGonagall provided to you. As she said, Remus easily agreed to teach you in private lessons twice in a week. 

A happy and a nervous feeling waved through you as you made your way to your destination. As you were in the same year, you know Remus (and honestly, who doesn’t know him and his friends?), you also have some classes together since your first year, but you’ve never talked with him. You could tell he became a handsome guy; you liked to stare at him sometimes when nobody noticed, and it fascinated you how smart he was.

You were so lost in your thoughts about him you almost passed through the classroom. When you streched out your hand to open the door, you just realized your fists was clenched for Merlin knows how long. Hoping you seem calm, you stepped inside the room; Remus already there, sitting on the teacher’s desk and reading a book.

“Hi.” - you said with an unusually high voice, unable to control a huge smile on your face. 

“Oh, hello.” - he greeted you as he just looked up from his book, slipping down from the desk. “You’re Y/N Y/L/N, yeah? Remus Lupin.” With a kind smile, he reached out his hand that you shook.

Trying to break the awkward silence, you said the first things that popped into your head. “I’m sorry about this, I’m sure you could spend your time better than suffer with me.”

He just smiled. “Actually, I should thank you, because I got away from a detention with McGonagall.”

You just managed to letting out a nervous laugh as you sat down to a chair, searching for your book.

“So.” - he started, sitting down next to you. “Tell me what are your weakest topic and we should start there.”

“All of it, so we could start from the very beginning.” - you said, trying to sound as you joking. 

“Oh come on, I’m sure you’re not that bad. I mean, we never had Transfiguration together, but I watched you on Charms and Defence Against the Dark Arts, and you were really good.”

You were thankful the classroom was just dimmish, so there was a chance he didn’t notice your flushed cheeks, because the thought he watched you making you blushed instantly.

You practiced easy spells first, so you didn’t seem a complete disaster first. After half an hour, you switched to harder ones, messing up almost every one of them. 

He stepped closer to you as you let out a tired moan. “I am terrible.”

“No, you aren’t.” - he argued while he rolled up his sleeves and took your wand hand, lifting up your hand as he stood behind you. His touch made you jump a little, but he didn’t let you, just looked at you, smiled.

“Usually, I don’t bite, you know.” - he joked. You just let out a shy smile, hoping you’re the only one who heard your loud, fast heartbeat. “You just use the wrong movements, let me show you.”

An other hour passed, and it was incredible, but you already improved a lot. You were so thrilled about your little success, you kissed him on the cheek with a courage that you didn’t know where you get from. You agreed on you’ll meet every Thursday and Sunday.

With every private lesson, you became more comfortable in each others company. You started to talking about yourselves, your days, things that you had in common (which was a lot), and after like two weeks, you usually stopped in the corridors when you bumped into each other for some small talk. You were better in Transfiguration than ever and your relationship with your crush was also went great; everything was perfect. 


The Gryffindor easily won the Quidditch match against the Hufflepuff in a sunny spring day. You made your way back with your friends to the castle, when a loudly singing group passed next to you in red and gold scarf. You watched them with amusement when you heard a voice behind you.

“Hey Y/N! Y/N!” 

You stopped and turned around, facing with Remus. Your friends waved to you with smug smiles and low giggles.

“Sorry, I didn’t hear you.”

“No it’s okay.” - he said, walking closer to you. “I was just thinking, you know there’ll be this party in our common room now, so if you want to come… I mean, I’d be glad if you come.”

“Sure, why not.” - you chimed. “Thank you.”

You walked up to the Gryffindor tower with him, and when you climbed into the portrait hole, you were astonished. You’ve never seen a common room so crowded and loud; it felt like the whole house is here, celebrate their winning. Remus went in the middle of the room to fetch some butterbeer, so you had time to find an emptier corner - you never really liked so crowded places like this.

“Are you okay?” Remus asked a bit worried when he found you.

“Sure. It’s just… a lot of people.” - you let out a nervous giggle, taking a big sip from your bottle.

“If it’s make you uncomfortable, we can go upstairs or outside.” - he offered, but you didn’t want to seem so timid. 

“No, no, we can stay.”

You were talking about hours and hours when the common room started to became emptier. Remus’ friends joined you and you could tell they’re not as bad as you though, also, it helped a lot that you were already a little tipsy; making friends wasn’t so frightening. Sirius vanished for a good twenty minutes, returned with a big bottle of firewhisky.

“Padfoot, where did you get that?” - Remus asked with an what-the-hell-have-you-done-again voice.

“Don’t ask, Moony, and I don’t have to lie.”

You took a few shots, but since you weren’t used to drinking alcohol, you get drunk easily in a short time. You laughed so much your stomach hurt, since the guys didn’t stop joking.  

The party was over after you got into a heated argument about the Goblin Rebellions with Remus (the others didn’t want to bored to death, so simply left you there). You tried to explain your truth with so much passion, you stood up, but falling down on his lap a few seconds later. 

You shrieked first but giggled as you felt he held you steady. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He muttered, so close to you his breath tickled your face. “I think you should get some rest now, I’ll walk you to your common rom, okay?”

“Mhm.” - you nodded exhaustedly, resting your forehead against his before he lifted you up carefully.

He escorted you to the Ravenclaw tower. Since your movements was far away from steady, you wrapped your hands around his, trying not to fall down from the staircaise, giggling in his ear everytime when you almost fell on him. You stopped down in front of the common room’s door, remembering something.

“I don’t think I can go in.” - you said, slowly wrapping your hands around his neck and hugging him. He was clearly surprised by your action, but he placed his hand on your lower back, murmuring in your ear.

“You don’t remember your password?”

“No. I mean it’s not a password, you have to solve a riddle.”

“That’s… cruel.” - he laughed and you giggled in his ear again, rubbing your cheek to his face after. 

“You’re really clingly, aren’t you?” He pulled you closer.

“Mhm.” You buried your face in the crook of his neck for a moment before you pulled back, placing your head on his shoulder.

“You’re so cute, you know that? And so kind. You’re so kind with me. I.. I think I love you, Remus.” - you whispered, but still, your voice wasn’t weak at all.

You felt as his grip around you became a bit more tight. “You’re drunk.”

“It doesn’t change my feelings, you know.” - you said, now looking into his eyes. “You don’t feel the same. I should’ve known.” You looked down on your shoes, but he lifted your chin up.

“I do, actually. I just want to hear these words without the affect of the alchohol.” - he said with a kind smile and you grinned, leaned closer to a kiss, but he stopped your face by cupping your cheeks. 

“As much as I really want to kiss you right now, we should leave this for a soberer moment.”

You closed your eyes, smiling. “Always the gentleman, aren’t you?” He kissed your cheek. 

“Now help me with that riddle.” - you said before you listened the puzzle.

It cannot be seen, cannot be felt,
Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt.
It lies behind stars and under hills,
And empty holes it fills.
It comes first and follows after,
Ends life, kills laughter.

Remus frowned. “I think you should find an another place to sleep. That’s a really hard one, that is.”

You stayed in silence for an another few seconds. “Why but it’s easy. The answer is darkness.

The door swung open, and you proudly smiled on Remus. 

“You are brilliant.” - he said in amazement, pulling you into a last hug before let you inside the room.


Masterlist

Together with my Tomlinshaw: 50 Reasons series, which I will continue to update regularly, I’m starting another Tomlinshaw project - Little Lion Man - combining two of my favourite things. Tomlinshaw and Harry Potter. The first chapter will be posting over the coming weeks on Archive of Our Own. In the meantime, here’s a teaser blurb and extract from the first chapter beneath the ‘read more’ cut. 

It’s his final year at Hogwarts, and Louis can’t wait to leave for good. He hates being in Gryffindor and he can’t even enjoy a smoke with the Slytherins now his best mate Zayn’s fucked off to Durmstrang. Ditched from his Saturday gig singing with the Weird Sisters in favour of a part-Veela from Beauxbatons with a penchant for floral shirts, caught in the middle of a sexuality crisis and on track for at least a couple of Trolls, Louis’ life is a mess and it’s barely even started.

Louis would be completely miserable if it wasn’t for WWN and Nick Grimshaw. The same Nick Grimshaw Louis has been listening to for years, ever since Nick’s early days on Potterwatch when he made Hufflepuff sound like the coolest house at Hogwarts and Louis was definitely too young for pirate radio. Even if Nick’s a bit of a smug twat sometimes, putting on the radio is like listening to an old friend. That is until Louis bumps into none other than Nick himself on a possibly-not-Hogwarts-authorised night out, lies about his age, throws up Firewhisky on Nick’s fancy dragon-hide boots and finally shares his most closely guarded secret.

As Louis tries to negotiate coming of age, sexuality, first times and his growing feelings for Nick, a new evil emerges which threatens to destroy the wizarding world. Peace can only last for so long and Louis is about to learn exactly how brave he can be as he finds himself fighting for his life and everything he’s ever loved.

Note: Louis is 17 at the start of this fic but he turns 18 over the Christmas holidays and will be 18 for the majority of the story. Come and talk to me about Louis and Nick in the HP universe! All asks welcome. Massive thanks to @gingertodgers​ for the initial brainstorming.

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The Sexual Escapades of A Well-Informed Pureblood, Engaged To The Randy Prat Who Lived - Teaser

Hi all!  For this week’s teaser, we have Draco coming home from a trip to molest greet a very sleepy Harry, and all the chaos fun that ensues!  @l0vegl0wsinthedark will be posting on Friday, so keep an eye out. LOLOL

Book One, Masterlist

Engaged Masterlist

Chapter Ten: A Wake Up Call

~Harry and Draco’s place, almost midnight~

Draco, tumbling in through the Floo, small suitcase in one hand: *walks quietly into the house, shrugging off his jacket*
*stops in the kitchen, smiling at the fully laid table, candles still burning in the silver candelabras*
*peers into the wide, silver platter under the Stasis*
*delighted murmur* Butter poached lobster?
*heads inside with a wide grin* He doesn’t even like lobster that much, the peasant. Honestly, you’d think being with me would–
*stops short as he finds Harry, in nothing but boxer briefs, sprawled ever so elegantly across their bed, fast asleep with his limbs spread wide, mouth hanging open, line of drool leaking out the corner of his mouth*
*notes the enormous erection in his pants with wicked glee*

Harry, eyes fluttering: *grinds teeth and snuffles lightly*
*rotates hips a little*
*mumbles, whining under his breath* Draco… Talk to me… Oh god, Draco…. More…. Do that thing–

Draco, hurriedly tamping down on a giggle, automatically starting to undress: *blandly* About what? The Goblin Rebellion of 1752?

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“I am never going to be able to live this down. That’s it. I’m leaving Hogwarts and I’m going to join the circus and train monkeys and never, ever come back.”

“It’s not like you knew McGonagall was going to read the notes out in front of every body.”

“He knows Marlene, he knows. James bloody Potter knows I like his arse.”

“Well technically you only think it’s aesthetically pleasing. You never said you liked it.”

“You’re the worst friend ever.”

hell is your son from an alternate dimension, #6

A desperate Order of the Phoenix turns to an alternate dimension to summon a hero who has the power to defeat Voldemort. They get… something.

[Harry/Voldemort, Harry/others, dimension travel, crack & angst, violence, past underage, dark!Harry, very dubious morality, completely out of character, open relationship. Harry’s dimension is the darkest timeline. 

For this part specifically: some consent issues in the sense that it’s mentioned that some of the people in Harry’s own universe wouldn’t appreciate if Harry seduced their alternate selves.]


The meeting continued after Moody stormed off, but it became a much less tense event. One by one, people began to leave, until Harry was left only with the marauders and his mother, who he assumed were his unofficial minders because of their connections. Sirius brought out the booze and Harry drank with them to ever-more unlikely well-wishes. It was rather odd, sitting across the table from the werewolf he’d killed in his own world, but Harry squashed down those feelings. If he remarked on every odd thing about this world, he’d be talking until his mouth went dry. When the group finally decided it was time to apparate, they disillusioned themselves before apparating. Harry played along, wondering if they thought their Voldemort had somehow tracked their movements at Stonehenge.

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We need to study together more often: Remus Lupin X Reader [SMUT]

This is my first fanfic and it kind of sucks, but I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: smut


The OWLs were in a week and Y/N was in full study mode. The moments she didn’t spend learning in the classroom or eating in the great hall were devoted to sitting in the library hunched over various textbooks with a quill clutched in hand. It was getting quite late into the evening and Y/N was working on a particularly tough chapter in her advanced potion making book, madam pince approached Y/N and spoke in a hushed tone, “I’m sorry to interrupt dear, but I wanted you to know Im locking up for the night, you’re welcome to stay.”
“Oh thank you so much madam pince! I really need to keep studying!” Y/N explained in a grateful tone.
Madam pince gave the tired looking girl a warm smile and replied, “oh it’s quite alright dear, just don’t let anyone else in well I’m gone, goodnight y/n.”
“Goodnight!” Y/N responded and turned back to her work.

Y/N shrugged on a deep maroon cardigan and pulled her Y/H/C locks into a messy ponytail. She sat listening to the fire crackling and the books thumping as they flew to their places on the shelves. While reading over her notes on the goblin rebellions, the quite atmosphere was interrupted by the slamming of the library door. Quickly, Y/N’s head shot up and she craned her head past a bookshelf to see the intruder. Upon catching sight of Remus Lupin, with his messy soft brown curls and reading glasses perched on his nose just above a large red gash, her face flushed. She returned to a sitting up position, her cheeks felt hot, in her flustered state she knocked one of those godforsaken textbooks off the table. It landed with a loud thumb and Y/N shut her eyes tight cursing herself for drawing attention.
“Hello? Is someone there?” Called out a warm voice, before she had time to answer he poked his head around the bookshelf and smiled, “oh hey, Y/N, what are you doing here?”.
“Oh, um, I’m, um studying for the OWLs” Y/N finally managed to stutter out, she was always a stuttering mess around Remus, unable to properly form sentences.
“Me too, but James and Sirius got into a bottle of fire whiskey, and I can’t concentrate with those two messing about. Maybe we could study together, yeah?” Remus replied In his warm voice that always gave Y/N butterflies. Y/N quickly shook her head with a goofy smile on her face, Remus returned the smile and moved to sit next to the flustered girl. As he sat down, Y/N’s nostrils filled with the sweet scent of chocolate, she examined his messy hair while he was leaned over retrieving his books from his bag. When he sat up, Y/N quickly returned her gaze to her notes on the goblin rebellion, as she read over the scribbled lines that made no sense she released a heavy sigh. Y/N was pulled out of her bored trance when Remus asked what she was studying, “the goblin rebellions” she replied simply in an annoyed tone, just talking about the subject bored her.
“I can help you, I’m rather good at history of magic!” Remus offered, Y/N held onto every last word uttered from his perfect soft pink lips. Upon realizing she had been starring at his lips her cheeks turned a bright red color yet again and she quickly responded “that would be lovely, I really need all the help I can get”. Remus chuckled softly and pulled out his notes, the two began studying.

Time flew past, and for the first time in months, Y/N understood what she had learned in history of magic. Remus was such a lovely tutor, how could one boy be so smart and so bloody beautiful. Lost in thought, Y/N finally realized she needed a fresh piece of parchment, she leaned across the table to grab one and bumped Remus’ arm. When she turned around to apologize for bumping him he leaned forward and pressed his soft pink lips to hers, his mouth tasted of chocolate. She couldn’t believe this was happening, and immediately melted into the kiss, her lips moving perfectly with Remus’. When the two pulled away for air Remus quickly apologized, “Y/N I’m so sorry, I-I don’t know what has gotten into me, I just had to do that” he stuttered, attempting to find his words.
Y/N still sat in disbelief and stared at the beautiful boy, her cheeks a soft rosy red and her chest rising quickly as she caught her breathe, “No Remus you don’t know how long I’ve wanted this, how long I’ve dreamed of kissing you” she replied in a soft voice the butterflies in her stomach were now thrashing around. Remus looked completely surprised, his eyes widened and mouth hung slightly ajar. The two stared at each and Remus’ eyes grew darker, the air around them thick and hot, as if they read each other’s minds they leaned forward in unison and pressed their lips together. This kiss was unlike the first, it was rougher, his tongue pushing into her mouth, causing her to moan. He removed his lips from the gorgeous girls mouth and stood up, lifting her from her seat and pushing her down on to the table. He quickly reattached their lips, his hands exploring every curve over her beautiful body, he once again removed his lips from hers, earning a rather annoyed whimper from Y/N but moments later a soft moan fell from her mouth as he attached his lips to her neck, sucking and biting gently at the sensitive skin.
Remus suddenly pulled away and looked at Y/N with a soft expression, “are you sure about this, is this what you want?” He questioned awaiting the girls consent. “God! Yes Remus I want this so badly! Please, please do something!” She moaned rubbing her legs together in an attempt to relieve the aching pressure. He smirked and returned to her neck, guiding the Maroon cardigan off her shoulders, next he moved his fingers to the buttons of her shirt, quickly undoing them and revealing her supple breasts in her simple black bra. He groaned at the sight of them, and moved his hands to the clasp at the back, he struggled for a few moments before removing the dark materiel from her skin. When the cool air hit her bare breasts soft goose bumps raised up, Remus groaned loudly at the sight and quickly made work on her beautiful breasts. One large calloused hand roughly ran over her left breast and his lips attached to the right one, gently rolling her taut pink nipple between his teeth, Y/N whimpered at his touch. He smiled up at Y/N, her head thrown back, red marks littered on her neck, in this moment he couldn’t help but think she looked like the most beautiful girl on earth.
Next, Remus moved to her pleated school skirt, pulling it down her legs and revealing a rather childish pair of underwear with cartoon cats printed on them. He giggled and Y/N hid her face in her hands quietly cursing herself for not picking something sexier, he grabbed her wrists and pulled them away from her face smiling softly and chucking, “It’s alright darling, they are rather adorable, just like you” he smirked and pressed his lips to hers. Her embarrassment slipping away as he pulled the underwear down her legs and ran a single long finger up her wet slit. He pushed one finger in causing the girl to whimper loudly. He pushed a second finger in and his thumb to her clit, pumping rhythmically and rubbing sloppy circles on the sensitive nub. “ oh god rem! Yes!” y/n exclaimed. He smirked, “you like that my girl? Such a good girl, you’re doing so well” he praised her. As he continued pumping y/n finally felt a knot deep in the pit of her stomach, “don’t stop rem I’m so close, oh s’ good” she whimpered between exasperated breathes.
“That’s it, that’s my good girl, come on, come for me beautiful girl” he continued pushing his fingers deeper into the girls opening. A few moments later she screamed out his name clutching his wrist tightly as he continued pumping his digits into her, allowing her to ride out her high.
He continued praising her as she fell back against the table, he pushed his fingers into his mouth savoring her sweet taste. He watched her as he cleaned his fingers, Y/H/C locks messily laying around her, eyes screwed shut, chest rising slower and slower, cheeks flushed, and lips swollen from all the kissing, Y/N looked completely and utterly gorgeous. She opened her eyes and gave him a lazy smile, her breathe finally even, “that was absolutely amazing!” She exclaimed excitedly, Remus chucked and unbuckled his belt, “We aren’t done yet my sweet girl”. Y/N whimpered at his words and stared curiously at the boy removing his clothing, as he stood in just his boxers, towering over the her, the heat between her legs grew uncomfortable. She examined his chest, covered in large white scars, she frowned and before she could ask where he had gotten them he leaned forward to kiss her. This new closeness allowed y/n to run her small hand over the bulge in his boxers, he pulled away and growled loudly in her ear. “Don’t tease me” Remus growled again, y/n looked down and apologized, “don’t worry my sweet girl, we will just have to punish you won’t we?” He said softly in her ear. His words shocked her but also excited her, he moved his hands to the bottom of y/n’s thighs and lifted her up swiftly, she gave Remus a confused look but realized what he was planning when he roughly pushed her into a nearby bookshelf.
Remus pulled away from her lips and stared into her eyes with a rather serious expression, “are you sure this is what you want, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to?”, y/n frowned and replied “for the love of God Remus! Please just fuck me!”.
Remus growled loudly and pushed into the girl, fucking her up into the book case. As he pounded into her all that could be heard in the quite library was the slapping of skin, the moans of the two, and the occasional book falling from the enchanted bookshelf as Remus fucked y/n hard against the books. “Oh you’re such a naughty girl, letting me fuck you like this in the library” Remus growled lowly in her ear all she could do was moan his name in response. “I’m so close love! Are you ready to come for me? Come on, come for me beautiful girl” a few moments later y/n screamed his name loud enough to awaken the owls in the owlery. Y/N’s clenched around Remus’ cock causing him to come with loud grunts, his thrusts slowing down and becoming sloppy. He held her up for a few moments starring into her Y/E/C eyes, admiring their beauty. Remus let out a hoarse laugh before saying “we need to study together more often”.

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Autistic Hermione using Crookshanks as a living stim toy. He's a big floofy baby, so he's good for both pressure stimming and tactile stimming. She also infodumps to him. Like, she'll sit there petting him and telling him all about goblin rebellions or how dragon blood functions in potions in an adoring "talking to kitties" voice.

You Read My Mind/// James Sirius Potter II x Reader

Request: Your blog is perfect! I could pay you with hugs right now! Would you mind doing a James Sirius x Reader for me? Maybe where they are both best friends and she’s more of a book nerd so he likes to cuddle her and protect her because he thinks she’s fragile. One night they’re both alone, and she reads to him while he plays with her hair and he just grabs her face and kisses her. And then he just confesses his feelings and he’s all shy! Thank youuu

A/N: Thank you! Man do I love Next Gen fanfiction, never ever ever stop requesting Next Gen. Quick shout out to the queen of titles @fandom-imagines-prefrences who helped me with the title like she helps me with everything else. I hope you enjoy!

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    James sat across from you at the table in the common room. He said he wanted to study but really you were the only now studying. He goofed off continuously and you even say him trying to balance his wand on the tip of his nose. 

   “James,” you shouted. He was startled and scrambled to grab his wand before it fell to the ground. “Will you focus? At this rate we’ll be here all night.” 

    “Okay fine.” You kept your eyes on him until he looked down at his homework. You got back to work. Within moments you could feel his eyes on you. He had a slight smirk. 

    “What do you want?”  

    “You know what I’ve just realized? If my dad is the Chosen One, that makes me the Chosen Son?” You stared at him with a blank face while he tried to contain his laughter. “Oh come on that was hilarious! Teddy and I are in a competition to see how many puns we can make in a day.” 

    “Are you winning?” 

   “Of course I’m bloody winning. I am the pun king.” 

   “You’re a pun idiot.” James gave you a fake frown. 

   “Well, that’s not even a pun. That’s just rude.” You turned away from him and began to gather your things. 

    “If you aren’t going to actually study I’m going to bed.” You rose from your chair. 

    “Oi! Mind if I Slytherin?” You turned towards him just about ready to strangle him. He just smiled at you. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to close the Gryffindor, no one’ll even notice.” You ignored him and made your way out to the common room. He scrambled out of his chair and stood in front of you, blocking your path. 

    You could tell that it was killing him to not laugh but he kept a (mostly) straight face. “Okay seriously, I’m sorry. Please help me with homework.” You looked up at his eyes and you already knew that you would never be able to say no to James Sirius Potter. His playful little half smile and his dark green eyes…..yeah there was no way. 

    You sighed. “Fine, you’re doing History of Magic, right?” 

    “Yeah, I’ve gotta write a report on the Goblin rebellion or whatever but I haven’t even read the part in the book I’m supposed to read.” You walked back over to the table and picked up his book. You walked back over to him and sat down. He sat down next to you. 

    It was so late that no one else was in the common room so you got the biggest couch. James laid out on the couch with his head in your lap. You began to read. You loved reading to James, it was pretty much the only way to get him to read. Sometimes when you were really tired he would even read to you because he knew how much you enjoyed it. He’d stroke your hair and his comforting voice would put you to sleep. 

    You and James were best friends which no one had ever expected to happen. He was loud and the life of the party and loved pranks. You were way more calm, preferring to just be alone or be with James. Somehow, you balanced each other out and it worked perfectly. You were best friends….or maybe there were feelings past that. 

    “So basically in 1612 the goblins raided Hogsmeade and-” You paused and looked down at him. You got the vague feeling that he wasn’t listening and when you looked at him you found him staring up at you with a slight smile. He either hadn’t noticed or hadn’t cared that you had stopped reading. 

    “Are you even paying attention?” Your hand went to his hair and began to stroke it. 

    “Should I be?” You rolled your eyes. 

    “Yeah, you probably should if you plan on passing this class.” 

    “Well, I’m thinking of more important things.” His smile spread into a slight smirk. 

    “Like?” James sat up so that he was now at the same height as you. 

    “Like you.” Your eyes widened slightly as if to say “is that so”. “I mean you’re great. So good looking and smart and you put up with me! I mean I’ve been making puns all night yet you haven’t punch me yet. There’s no one else like you.” 

    “I think what you’re trying to say is that you like me, Potter.” James leaned forward and rested his hand on your jaw, pulling you into a kiss. His lips were just as soft as you had expected and with his hand on the side of your hand it was perfect. You put your hands on either side of his neck to deepen the kiss. 

   After a moment James pulled away with that same goofy smile. He looked down at the book then back up at you. “I guess you could say…..you read my mind.” Your face fell immediately. Before he could make another pun you were off the couch and out the room. 

    “Worth it,” he called after you. Even though you rolled your eyes you were still smiling. He may be a complete idiot but at least he was your idiot.