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Masterlist Catrina • 26 • main account is @sm2020

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Secrets and Dark magic

Year 1 - 1971-1972

Chapter 1 - Lilies and wild herbs

pairing: Severus Snape x reader

pronouns: she/her

warning: slow burn, fluff, insecure reader

word count: 5.297

suggested audio: Boba O'Riley by The Who, Hogwarts express ambience

They had all come. All your family was so proud of you, their little baby, ready for her first year at Hogwarts.

Your uncle as saying goodbye gave you his special handshake, the one where he took your hand and started shaking you too along with it. It always managed to make you giggle as you feel a bit dizzy.

Your aunt was so worried and keep making recommendations over recommendations. Watch out from Peeves, and fire, and the stairs, and bubbling cauldrons, and don’t fly too high! Did you take your hat? Your scarf? Don’t hesitate to send her an owl if something happen! She kissed you thousand of times for cheek before leaving you to your grandma and grandpa.

Your grandma squeezed your face in her hands, lightly shaking you again, before bidding you farewell with kisses, a big hug and the thick accent she shared with your grandpa.

He on the other hand was so proper in his stance, but his big smile welcomed you to hug him tight.

As you distance yourself and look at him better. He had a particular expression, one you knew all too well. It was his I-am-not-hiding-anything face.

So of course he was.

You extended your hands with a I-caught-you-give-back-what-you-had-stolen-thief face. He laugh as he gave your favourite snacks back and bid you farewell too.

You had to say farewell to the rest of your family yesterday since your father was a muggle-born.

Your beloved pet and the female long-eared owl known as Rascal stayed at home too. They were like siblings to you and you tried to make them feel your love with nuzzles and cuddles hoping they won’t be too sad not seeing you for some time.

So your parents were the last ones to greet you, but they would be damned if they wouldn't had you till the last second.

As you hug your mum and she’s kissing your cheeks, you could see your family’s affection was apparently making quite a scene between the people around. What did those people had to look at? And why did they seemed like someone spit in their breakfast?

“Send an owl every day. Don’t worry, sugar plum. It will be all right. Be careful and have fun.”

You give her another tight hug and kiss.

Your father had your trunk and was ready to accompany you to find your seat.

You took your bag and the cage with the sleeping owl your parents gave you the day your Hogwarts’ letter arrived, a young short-eared owl called Bernie.

Wait. Your dad had your trunk?!? Scratch that. He stole it! That trunk thief!

You clearly said, more then once, that you would bring it on the train yourself! But did anyone listen to you? Clearly not. You were 11 years old and strong enough to carry your own things, why they needed to do it for you? you weren’t a baby! Well you technically were... But that was not the point!

You try to hide your annoyance and get on the train, but that sulking was a short lived one anyway.

The train was so beautiful your pout disintegrated in instants.

It was all you could expect from an old steam train but 10 times more elegant.

The corridor’s walls were all made of wood, fancy little lamps on the high carved ceiling and carpet on the floor. It smelled of wood too.

The cabin too was breathtaking for her elegance. It wasn’t big but comfy enough for 4 (or maybe 6?) people. Wood was everywhere here too. The two seats that faced each other seemed like the comfiest mix between normal train seats and a sofa. There was a big window in the middle with a little table and cute curtains. Lastly an overhead bin space right above the seats where your dad already had settled your trunk.

You hesitated to put down your things.

Was it the right train?

Your father smile had a teasing note seeing your expression “You can put them down, we are on the right train. Pretty fancy isn’t it?”

“It’s amazing!” you brighten up as you put Bernie and the bag under the table.

“seats are comfy too, perfect to sleep a bit before arriving at Hogwarts.”

You had to concede that you needed it as you were too excited to sleep well last night.

Your dad used that moment of distraction to trap you in a bear hug. “send Bernie to us no matter what time or problem. We will be there for you” he kissed the top of your head and give you a squeeze.

You squeeze him back “thank you”

You could hear a whistle.

“Time to go. Have fun, make lots of friends but don’t forget to study!” he said before getting off the train.

As you open the window you see him rejoin your family. You lean a little over it to wave excited at your family as the train give a final whistle and start to move.

“love you!” you shout out not caring a bit of people watching.

“Y/N!!” screamed your aunt worried by your exploit as the others wave back at you.

And that was the beginning of your new exciting adventure.

…

If only you weren’t so nervous.

You plopped on the seat.

What if you couldn't make friends? What if people didn’t like you? It wasn’t the first time after all that things went wrong. People often said there was something wrong with you. That you unnerve them. Spooky, freak, abnormal, strange were some of the adjectives people often used to talk about you.

You decided to change into your new uniform to chase away the nerves.

You watched the corridor to see if someone was arriving.

It was all clear.

Loud but clear.

Closing the door you take out the uniform from the bag and quickly put it on.

When you went to Madam Malkin's you were amazed by the range of choice for the Hogwarts uniforms.

You knew that in muggle schools everyone wore the same uniform but here students could choose between gilets or jumpers. Did you want a blazer? Skirts, trousers or kilts? Bows or ties? Grey plain or tartan?

Because yes, you had more selection but apparently all options for the first years were grey.

At least your robes and hat were black and your first year hat was really cool too! It wasn’t anything special per se, just a classic black hat with a drooping point and a brim, but it was so cool. Your first year hat was an important rite of passage for wizards and witches, just like going to Ollivander for your first wand and going to Hogwarts.

Once your wore your armour you felt better. You but back your clothes in the bag and went to unlock the compartment door.

8h and 30 minutes… this were going to be a long journey.

Before your mind could start worry again you picked up your book and wand. It was just a polished stick but the cool thing was a knot in the handle you could disengage and play with, as a branch grew around another dead one incorporating it. It was fascinating!

Book open with the spell, wand at the ready, deep breath to concentrate

What if I fail? What if I can’t do it?

Deep breath, remember the movement, visualise what you want the spell to do.

“Accio” you said loud and clear accompanying the word with the movement of your wrist.

Bright glitters erupted by your wand but you didn’t have time to celebrate the success as the door of your compartment open abruptly.

“It’s not permitted using magic outside school! You will going to Azkaban!” said a melodious voice belonging to a disheveled girl with bright puffy red hair. Her eyes were puffy and red too you noted.

“I-I…” you got nervous and confused by her vehemence and sudden appearance.

People didn’t go to Azkaban for a spell outside school…

“Accio shouldn't make sparkles but you were happy like it did. What were you doing?” said the tall boy with black hair that you hadn’t notice behind the girl.

His gaze was so intense that you had to look away.

“Just practising.” you said with a feeble voice. “This is just an enchanted stick for practising spells, it doesn’t have a core like every wand do. My parents are toymakers so they asked Mr Ollivander help for their project since he’s an expert in wands, and then asked the permission of the ministry too. Magic isn’t permitted in corridors or outside school but what about students who need more practise? The Trace charm doesn’t react to children playing with a useless sticks and wand with no core don’t work so the ministry approved. They still need to refine and embellish the wands before selling them but I liked mine just like that.”

They were speechless.

You talked to much, didn’t you? Good job. Great first impression. Just like you to ruin everything at first try.

“Wicked” said the boy instead surprising you “can I try it?”

“oh, sure”

He sit down next to you.

“No Severus! What if it doesn’t work? You will go to Azkaban too! We can’t trust someone we just meet” said the girl worried

Ok. First rude. Second how dare she doubt your parents hard work?

“Ministry don’t send you to Azkaban for underage magic, I told you Lily” he said patiently

“My parents are good in their job, besides I have already used it before today. No letter came.” you said back.

“maybe they are slow”

“ministry letters aren’t slow. And if you are a criminal the Aurors are even faster. Anyway if you don’t want to try it nobody is forcing you.” you said annoyed passing the wand to the boy leaving him the final decision.

He take it with care and no hesitation, a part of you appreciated it.

“Expelliarmus” he said with a flick of his hand and when the sparks arrived so did his excited smile.

“How do we know how it really worked?” the girl said resigned, taking place in the seat in front of you.

“If you do the spell correctly it react with little glittering sparks and the intensity of them tell you how it went. If they are faint it wasn’t strong enough. If they are too bright it was too strong”

The boy excitement was contagious, at least to you, the girl still wasn’t so relaxed.

“Lily, do you want to try?” said the boy handing her your wand.

“no, not now… I’m Lily by the way, Lily Evans”

“I’m Y/n S/n, and this is Bernie, it’s a pleasure for us to meet you”

“Severus Snape” The boy tended you a hand and you shock it with a smile

“pleasure”

You played with the wand for a bit, exchanging spells between you and Severus.

You didn’t know when you fell asleep, or how much you slept, but you did know when you woke up.

“...OF COURSE I’M STILL UPSET!” screamed Lily.

“What’s happening?!?” you asked startled, looking around for any danger.

“My sister hate me! And then, if my day wasn’t already going bad enough, those two happened.” continued her ignoring you.

“Lily are you still thinking about those two?”

Once you were reassured no danger was around, you remained utterly confused to what was happening. “Who?”

“Just two idiots” said Severus to you.

Oh, so you didn’t become invisible when you were sleeping! You were starting to worry….

“In the compartment we were before there were 2 guys who butted in our conversation without being asked” said Lily “Y/n, What do you think about the houses?”

“What houses? Why?”

Why nothing makes sense?

“Hogwarts’ houses. They were saying stupid things about them”

“They said they would rated leave Hogwarts then being in Slytherin and that Gryffindor is better. And then started insulting Sev”

“I only said that Gryffindor is better if one prefer being brawny then brainy. Not my fault if they are stupid and can’t handle the truth.”

“Why Slytherin if you seek for brainy? Isn’t Ravenclaw the best option for that?”

“That’s what you got from all the conversation?!” said Lily a bit affronted.

I beg your pardon?

Does she really expect from you to be completely functional after she just brutally woke you up?

“They said awful things like were he was supposed to go since he was neither brainy or brawny and when we went away, they mocked us and called Sev with a stupid nickname.” she continued undaunted.

“Slytherin is better because it’s more useful being smart and cunning then just clever. They are just idiots, Lily. Pay no mind to them.”

“But she’s right. Even if you didn’t agree with them, they had no right to call you names. And their insults make no sense. What are they 5?” Severus sneered at that but you keept talking unperturbed “That was a horrible start for your first day. I’m really sorry you had to met them.”

“Thank you… I must have bad luck today. Not like it was going better before”

“It’s why you were crying?”

“How...?”

“Sorry... your eyes were still a bit puffy when you arrived…”

“Oh… Yes, me and my sister Petunia argued. I just wanted to help! I wanted to go to Dumbledore and persuade him to let her in. But she said she didn’t want to be a freak like us and that we are a danger to society.”

Mean!

“But I have read the letter the Headmaster had sent to her in answer. She wanted to go! But when she found out we read it she wasn’t happy.”

No! Really?! There is still someone that get angry if you read their correspondence?

You decided to keep your sarcasm for yourself for once.

“probably she’s jealous.” you said instead “It’s not unusual for families members with little to no magic being jealous of who has it… Anyway it wouldn’t had worked”

“What?”

“Your plan”

“Why?”

“The Quill of Acceptance and Book of Admittance.” You answered simply.

Apparently it was obvious only for you because you were met with two pairs of confused eyes.

“They are the ones that decide what child is admitted at Hogwarts, not the headmaster, and their decision is final.”

“Explain” commanded Severus.

Their full attention made you nervous but you went on. “They were made by the Hogwarts’ founders to register any child from the British Isles. The second they exhibit any signs of magic, the quill will wake up and will try to write the name of the child. But the book would snap shut until the child manifest enough magical ability, only then the book will allow the quill to write. So if your name isn’t in the book you can’t be admitted. This prevent people who doesn’t have enough magic like muggles or squibs to be accepted at Hogwarts”

“But what if they made a mistake?”

“They never made a mistake. Also because repressed and not trained magic is really dangerous. But I also read somewhere that a squib made his way in Hogwarts thinking it was a mistake too and left in tears from what happened in the trial. Pretty unfair if you ask me, squibs should be permitted at Hogwarts. With different lessons maybe but they are still part of the magical community, they should learn other things then just muggle things...”

“Maybe the sorting ceremony is terrible and you can only survive if you have a strong magic” said Severus with a shrug

“You don’t know what the sorting is?” asked Lily

“Nobody in first year know.” you answered “Someone say there is a secrecy spell on it because no grow-up manage to tell us. Some said you have to fight dragons, others that is a duel… but my mum said to not worry because it’s really easy and nobody ever failed.”

“I said bring it on. We are finally going to Hogwarts, neither the unknown or those dunderheads can ruin it for me!” said Severus with boldness.

Oh, to have an ounce of his security...

“What are you most excited for about going to Hogwarts?” asked Lily looking at you. She had a pale face since we started enlisting all the possibilities.

“Everything! I can’t wait to learn potions, see magical creatures, and learning charms and spells. But what I really can’t wait for is to see the castle!”

“I don’t care for foolish wand-waving or silly incantations, it’s defence against the dark arts I’m waiting for! But I guess potions is fine too… Anyway why can’t you wait to see the castle? It’s just a castle”

“Just a castle?! For Merlin’s beard, are you mad? It’s a medieval castle! A magic one too! There must be lots of secrets passages to find and mysteries to uncover! What about you Lily?”

She was for answering when someone opened the doors of our compartment.

It was a woman with a sweet smile and a trolley full of snacks and sweets.

“Anything off the trolley, dears?”

“Yes! What do you have?” you asked excited getting up to see, careful to not cover the view from the others.

“Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, Cauldron Cakes, Chocolate Frogs, Drooble's Best Blowing Gum, Jelly Slugs, Liquorice wands, Pumpkin Pasties, sugar quills, chocolate wands and Fizzing Whizzbees if you want something sweet. Or if you prefer something savoury, we have sandwiches and pies with meat or vegetables, chips, peanuts and pizza.”

Now you were hungry, as a matter of fact it was time to eat as your stomach was reminding you.

“you guys want something?” but as you watched them Lily was confused and Severus had an expression difficult to read.

“Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans? They can’t every flavour, right?” asked Lily

“When they say every flavour they mean it, dear. From liquorice, almond, lemon and steak to pepper, onion, grass, blood and soap. You need to be lucky. There is no way to tell them apart.” answered the kind lady.

“Lily you should try the Fizzing Whizzbees! I’m sure they will lift you up” The trolley witch chuckled at your joke. “And you, Severus?”

“Nothing. I’m settled.”

You looked him in the eyes

“Cauldron cakes and liquorice wands seem good though. Maybe one day...”

You loved to share, so you ordered 2 things for you, 3 chocolate frogs, the fizzing whizzbees, a cauldron cake and a liquorice wand.

Lily got a chocolate wand and a meat pie, maybe the beans left a bad first impression on her.

You thanked the sweet lady before sitting back near Severus with your hands full of the new treasures.

You gave the cauldron cake and the liquorice wand to Severus and a chocolate frog and some fizzing whizzbees each. He and Lily were confused at the gesture.

“To celebrate our first day” you said embarrassed. “We can also share what I got for me if you want to taste it.”

Maybe I overstepped?

But they smiled and thanked you.

“you will want to change in your robes dear. We still need an hour and half to arrive but soon the train will be a mess of students late to change” said the lady before going her way.

Lily thanked her but as soon as the door closed she went even paler then before.

“My uniform! We forgot our trunks in that compartment with those guys!”

“Lily calm down, we still have time. I will go and take them”

“But Sev!”

… guess my food will have to wait...

“I will go” you said instead, standing up again.

Severus and Lily were surprised at your proposition.

“They don’t know me, it will be fine. They were in the compartment when you put the trunks in the overhead bin space?”

“No they came after I left to change”

“Perfect, they won’t know they are yours. I will said it’s mine and my friend’s trunks but left them behind since it was full when we come back.”

Severus seemed impressed.

“You are good at improvising”

After Severus and Lily explained where the compartment was, how were their trunks and described the guys, on you went with your mission.

Goodbye my precious

You didn’t know why, but even if your stomach wanted to cry for the loss, you were so giddy for the adventure that you could had started humming.

You were searching for a rowdy cabin with a boy with round glasses and messy hair and a boy with long hair.

You looked at every number on the wall and once you spot the right compartment, the nerves you left with Severus, Lily and Bernie catch up on you.

You were never great with knocking, even when people were actually waiting for you. And these guys didn’t left a good first impression on you from the tales.

But Lily needed that trunk so you gathered your courage.

You had to try 3 times before you could manage to knock hard enough to get their attention. Once you did, the boy with round glasses got up and opened the door with a bright smile.

“Yes?”

You cough a little trying to regain your voice but it still was feeble “Hi. I’m sorry to disturb you, but me and my friend forgot our trunks in here and I need to get them.”

“But I never saw you before” he said unconvinced

“This is the right compartment, right?” you looked at the number near the door checking again if it was the right one “I remember putting my trunks here… I went to change in the bathroom and my friend accompanied me but when we returned the compartment was full so we moved in another one…” thankfully you had reversed what you had to say because as always your nerves weren’t helping at all.

“What do you said Sirius, can we believe her?”

The other boy watched you. The both of them seemed like cats playing with their food…

“If her and her friend names match the ones on the trunks I guess she’s free to have them”

“So?”

“Lorelay Ellis and Sylvia Scott.”

“Nice name, Lorelay. Do they match?”

“Yup, L.E. and S.S.” Sirius said taking off the trunks and handing them to you. “Here they are.”

You took them relieved. They… didn’t seem so bad?

“Thank you.” you said with a smile “You should change too, the trolley lady said we will be there in a bit but in 30 minutes the train will become a mess”

“Wait. Lily?”

“What?” “The name on the tag. It said Property of Lily Evans.”

Bloody hell

“It’s not nice to lie” James said with a mocking scolding face like the cat was ready for the kill.

It’s not nice? That’s rich coming from him.

“It’s also not very nice leave a girl cry for half an hour without doing anything and pick on someone just because of their house preferences.”

“You are Snivellus’ friend!”exclaimed the boy “Did they sent you because they are cowards too?”

“Bet they were too afraid to make their face be seen here again” picked on Sirius as they started to laugh.

What was so hilarious?

“First you are horrible at picking nicknames. What are you five? And for your information they were coming but I proposed myself instead, because unlike you I want others to enjoy their first days. By the way you are not very chivalrous, you know? Are you sure Gryffindor will want you?”

The two boys remained without a word as you closed with some force the doors in their faces.

The nerve he had! It’s not nice to lie Ah! How about them?! Was it nice what happened to Lily and Severus? And Snivellus was such a stupid, horrible nickname too. And to think you even tried to help them!

You leaned against the wall between one compartment and the other, to catch your breath as you were trembling from from the anger and the exploit.

Thankfully they didn’t followed you outside or they would had see you; but even if they couldn't see you, you could still hear them inside.

“Don’t worry James. She’s just jealous”

“You can bet she is. I will be the greatest Gryffindor Hogwarts had ever seen, while she’s so insufferable that no house will ever want her.”

“No one has ever been unsorted, James.”

“I bet she will be the first. I will congratulate her for the record as the Headmaster sent her home.”

You took the trunks and went back as tears threatened to spill.

Why I’m crying? That’s just stupid! But what if he’s right? What if no house will want me? Probably I went too mean as well…

You controlled your face before reaching your compartment. I won’t cry. They won’t see me cry.

You see the doors open.

“… You are right Lily, she’s taking too long. I will have a look” said Severus on the door before seeing you “Y/n ! You weren’t coming.” he said taking the trunks from your hands.

“Y/n, are you ok? Did something happen?” asked Lily looking at you with more attention than what you would had liked.

You forced a smile, hoping it was convincing “It all went fine! But first you should change, Lily. I will tell you later as we eat. We will be outside.”

“Thank you Y/n” it was the first smile you saw on Lily. Smiles sure suited her.

“We aim to please” you said back with a playful bow.

You and Severus give her some privacy as Lily closed the curtains.

With your backs on the doors you were the perfect guardians but you were nervous the guys from before had changed their mind, so unconsciously you used Severus’ tall frame to hide you presence.

You could feel Severus studying you. It took him a bit before he finally said what was in his mind.

“It did not go all fine. What happened?”

“Nothing. They just pissed me off and I snapped...”

“Why? What did they said?”

“Nothing much…” he glared at you so you went on “They just found out that I was lying and called me out for it. Then they pissed me off, so I said that they weren’t chivalrous and that Gryffindor wouldn’t want them for what they did to you and Lily”

Severus watched you with big eyes “… I wish I saw that”

“Nothing much to see in two codfish” you cracked a smile as a laugh escaped him.

“What’s so funny?” said Lily opening the door

“Codfish” you answered before studying curious what she had chose for her uniform.

While Severus had opted for the jumper and plain trousers, she decided for the tartan skirt and the plain gilet. Both had opted for the tie thought.

“How do you feel?” he said with a knowing grin

“Good and ready for Hogwarts” she answered with confidence.

“Instead I’m hungry.” you said as your stomach growl.

You could be embarrassed or more tactful, but you were too hungry for social formalities and etiquette.

Back on your comfy seat you opened your long desired food and took a bite. You could cry as you moan. It was that good.

Lily and Severus were looking at you devouring your food and, reassured by your reaction, took a bite to their food too.

“This cauldron is really good” said Severus, “what about your pie Lily?”

“Delicious.” she answered with big surprised eyes as she elegantly covered her mouth with her hand.

“Oh! Sorry, I didn’t ask before. Do someone want to try mine?”

“No, thank you” “Yes” They said in unison

You broke a piece, way away from where you were biting, and give it to Severus.

“I get why you were so happy to eat it. It’s tasty!”

As you eat, you told everything of what happened from the start. Only keeping from yourself what they said at the end, your doubts and the insults they give them. No need to make the mood bleaker.

They thanked you again and Lily opened the chocolate frog but got scared by the sudden jump of the frog; a little scream escaping her lips.

“it’s just an enchanted chocolate” you tried to calm Lily down.

She looked at the frog with renewed interest “do you think we will learn how to do it at Hogwarts?”

“Maybe?”

“Probably Hogwarts doesn’t teach everything” said Severus

“Like all schools, I think… but for the rest there are the books! My parents said that Hogwarts has a big library, so maybe we can find what they don’t cover there!”

You and Severus opened yours as Lily opened the window to free the frogs.

“Have a good life.” you greeted the frogs

“They aren’t alive” said Severus with a raised brow

“So what? I can still hope they enjoy freedom” you shrug watching what card you got. Alas, you already got him. “who did you find?”

“What do you mean?” Lily asked sitting back.

“In each package there is a card with a famous wizard or witch. I got Merlin.”

“Uhm… Nicolas Flamel” said Severus

“FOR REAL?!?!” you exclaimed “Can I see it?”

“Sure... Who’s he?”

You took to see her closer “He’s the most famous alchemist in history! Can we change?”

“Why?”

“It’s just because I have lots of Merlin but I have a really bad luck with Nicholas. He’s not even a rare card! He must just hate me”

“I don’t think this old man hate you that much if I found it and I don’t mind making the change. Anyway Merlin is better, he’s so famous even muggles know him. Did you know he was a Slytherin?”

You hummed in assent too occupied with the change “Thank you Severus!”

“My Dumbledore vanished!” panicked Lily.

“Oh yes, they do that. They don’t like to stay still and hang around all day... Don’t worry he will be back”

“Is that common?” she asked

“Very. Cards, photo, paintings even drawings… they don’t stay still like muggle ones”

“Wicked!”

“You know what else you will like? This.” you gave her a fizzing whizzbees and passed another to Severus “But not more then one at time!” you added as you put the sweet in your mouth.

The taste was amazing like always. After all this sweets always took the taste of your favourite flavour. It was hard to not like them.

You started levitating, and the feeling in your stomach made you giggle. It was like going on a swing.

“Watch out your balance!” you said to the others. After all it was their first fly.

Your two companions decided to try it themselves and soon the compartment was full of giggles.

This whole giggling on the roof made you remember something and you couldn’t help but start singing

“I love to laugh. Loud, long and clear. I love to laugh, It’s getting worse every year!”

For your surprise Lily started singing too “The more I laugh, the more I fill with glee. The more the glee, the more I’m a merrier me!”

“We love to laugh! Loud and long and clear. We love to laugh, so everybody can hear!” you and Lily tried to finish the song but soon you were laughing too hard.

Severus too couldn't keep his face straight at your silliness.

You got down and just in time too, because a voice could be heard through the train.

“Good Evening. We inform our kind passengers that we will be reaching Hogsmeade Station in 10 minutes. Hogwarts-bound passengers: please leave all your luggages and pets on the train, they will be taken to the school separately.”

Finally we arrived!

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Hey :) i would love to ask for a spicy Lucius Malfoy x Reader ☺️ something like Reader is a young Teacher in Hogwarts and Lucius and her are having an (very serious) affair (takes Place in the chamber of secrets).

The School Governor //Lucius Malfoy x Fem!Reader

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I've never written Lucius before, but hopefully, you'll enjoy it!

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, infidelity/cheating, secret relationship, rough sex, creampie, fingering, squirting, tension, praise kink, size difference, Narcissa bashing (sorry!), kissing, fluff/angst

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“Are you sure you’re supposed to be here at this time of day, Mr Malfoy?”

The corner of the man’s lip twitched up like he was trying to smile but attempting to conceal it by remaining stoic. You were then faced with his signature sneer, those piercing grey eyes wandering over your appearance as if he was assessing whether he even wanted to waste his time. “It seems I’ve become lost on my travels around Hogwarts. Might you show me the way out?” Lucius asked with disdain thick in his voice

“Of course, Sir. Just this way”, you pointed in the direction you’d just walked from. No one even blinked an eye in either of your directions as you led him away from the grouping of students who were all on their way to bed as the night drew closer to curfew.

Your head remained forward, not once looking over your shoulder to check if he was following as you knew that he would be. You thanked Merlin for having an office so far away from students and other professors as the main offices were already lived in. You were new to the school, recently hired to assist Madam Pomfrey with Herbology, as she was too busy trying to attend to the Mandrakes.

The job may have been due to the recommendations of the man following closely behind you, his cane clicking against the stone floor and billowing close, switching the dust in whichever direction he turned.

As you both approached further towards the greenhouses and, thus, your office, there was a blossoming of heat and anticipation spreading from the centre of your chest to the tip of your toes. This was always something that your body seemed to do whenever within arms reach of the school’s governor. Moreover, he always seemed to be at the school nowadays, stating that he was there on school business, especially with the latest attacks on the students.

This is just an excuse, however, pretending to look around the school to catch the Headmaster in a scheme, but really, he would be sneaking to your classroom, office or meeting in the Forbidden Forest.

It was wrong. More than wrong. He had a wife, whom he was incredibly unhappy with, having been forced into a marriage as soon as he’d finished his time as a student at Hogwarts. All to abide by the pure blood status and traditions without any sort of say in the matter. Forced to live a life of misery, reproduce and have heirs and then die in a loveless marriage.

This was the only reason you had continued to meet with him. The ache in your heart quickly succumbs to his negative life. You knew he was manipulative, quick-tempered and had questionable ideologies on the dark arts. But when it came to Lucius Malfoy, it was as if your mind purposefully ignored these warning signs, mainly because he never discussed or acted in a horrible way around you.

You were always his peace and tranquillity, his little saviour in the dark before the world's realities came crumbling down around him. There you were, gifted with the raw, passionate, and incredibly loving man who held your hand when walking past, stroking your cheek to catch any slipped tears when it was time to say goodbye for a few more weeks.

It was a complex relationship to have and made even more so when you were now having to teach his son, Draco, who seemed to be a smaller copy of his Father, to be even more arrogant at his young age. It meant that you could give him additional help to boost his grades and, therefore, please his father, which, in turn, helped bring positivity into the secret relationship.

As you were greeted with the view of the long corridor that led to your office, your steps slowed as Lucius snapped, “Dobby. Check the area is clear for any prying eyes”.

With a flash out of the corner of your eyes, Dobby appeared and disappeared, apparating further down the corridor in multiple positions to check if the two of you were truly alone.

“The area is clear, Master”, Dobby approached before disappearing completely. You and Lucius rushed the remaining way to the office. You opened the door wide enough for him to follow through and slammed closed. As your wand waved in front of the handle, thoroughly locking the two of you in, a hand gripped your hip, turning your body so that your back met the door's wood.

A leathery gloved hand then cupped your jaw, tilting your face back so that Lucius could kiss you with as much desperation and urgency as you felt in the centre of your chest. It almost hurt with how much pressure his face was applying to yours, his warm breath fanning across the apple of your cheeks with where his nose was pressing. Your hands lifted to grab any part of him and ended up clinging onto the opening of his cloak, harshly tugging him even closer until there wasn’t a gap between your bodies.

Releasing a soft moan from your throat, this seemed to begin moving further, both gloved hands now cupping both of your cheeks in a safe cocoon as his thumbs caressed careful circles against your skin.

The coldness of the material wasn’t enough to satisfy your need for him as you dipped your head to free your mouth. “Off! I need your clothes off!”

Lucius’s baritone laugh burst across your face as he stepped back to give the two of you some room. “Such a demanding little thing, aren’t you?”

“I am when you’re wearing so many layers! Take them off!”

He chuckles at your reaction once more but finally begins to remove the cloak from his shoulders and gloves from his hands, next attempting to undo the luxurious vest jacket that he wore. The buttons running down the middle were taking too long for him to undo, so you quickly gripped either side of the best and pulled hard, surprised by your strength as the buttons began to pop off and tumble.

“Do you know how expensive this was?” he asked incredulously, but humour still danced behind his bright eyes.

“I’ll fix it at the end”, you say breathlessly, wrapping both arms around his neck and pulling him in for another heated kiss. A perfect mix of lips, teeth and tongue, all moving together, nipping, licking and sucking. Neither mouth pulled apart from the other, making the actions more frantic and chaotic with the attempts to remove more of the clothing articles. Soon, you both became frustrated by the barriers and settled for the basics.

Leaving your jumper and skirt on, you kicked off the shows, tights and underwear you’d been wearing as Lucuius kept his white shirt on but undid his leather belt to loosen his trousers and boxers until they were around his knees.

Lucius pulled back from the heated kiss first, but only so he could turn you around and push you face-first against the door. You huffed at the impact but soon were groaning in pleasure as he lifted your skirt and began to rock his dick against your folds, teasing you with gentle pressure before finding its home in your warm cunt.

“Silenco”, Lucius whispers, waving his hand as the atmosphere becomes dense as the spell renders the area soundproof. With the safety of the spell, your mouth fell open, and a barrel of dirty moans left your lips as you didn’t hold back from telling him how good it felt to be stretched by his cock once more.

Lucius dipped his height so that his forehead could rest against your cheek, breathing heavily as he thrust hard and deep. The pace was bruising to the side of your face, resting against the door, but nothing in the world would get you to stop at that moment. To be able to feel his thick length fucking hard into your pussy was something you craved every day.

As your hand reached the back of his head, gripping his silky white-blond hair, you gasped, “I’ve missed you”.

Lucuius groans as he nuzzles into your neck, biting the skin just below your ear as his arm moves around your waist, angling your hips so your arse is sticking out slightly so he can deepen the thrusts.

“I’ve missed you too, little witch. So much more than you could ever know”. Your heart could have stopped at his words, falling even more in love with him than you had before, which tightened your drenched walls even further around him. “I know you’re close. I want to feel you cum around my cock Darling, cum for me like the good witch I know you are”.

As he praises you, the arm around your waist slips beneath the front of your skirt so that he can roll your clit in circles, matching the pace of his hips. Your thighs tremble, fingers clenching his hair until it hurt, but Lucius didn’t stop until you were crying out in pleasure, cunt clamping in spasms around his length, and he, too, joined you through his own orgasm.

Lucius didn’t stop rolling his hips until you were sated and calm from cumming, and his seed had soaked as deep as he possible, caressing your cervix and then dripping out down your thighs. The two of you sighed in contentment, staying together, pushed against the wall, and just appreciating the moment you had tangled against one another.

“I didn’t expect to see you for at least another week. Have you come because of the attacks?”

“I feel as a good Govenor; my answer should be yes”, he whispered against the shell of your ear, nipping the lobe with his teeth, causing goosebumps to rise down your arms. “I can’t deny, however, that it was you that brought me here. I meant it when I said I missed you”.

Even with his softening cock still inside of you, he knew how to make your knees tremble as you blew out a long breath as you asked, “Can you please stay?”

You could feel his shoulders dropping and knew his answer before he’d even begun to speak, and sadness spread through your body, replacing the euphoric sensation. Lucius gently kissed the back of your head as he carefully eased himself away from you, “I’m sorry, my love, you know I can’t”.

Smiling to hide the upset, you turned to him, “I know. I’m sorry I always ask; I just hope that one day you’ll be able to say yes”.

His warm hands cup your cheeks delicately as you do the same for him, carefully moving some of the messy strands behind his ears. “I’m sorry”, he says earnestly.

“Could you stay for a drink at least?”

“I would never say no to a drink with you”. Lucius began to dress, looking significantly more chaotic than before but always looking crisp before leaving. All you managed to do was pick up your discarded clothes and shows, straighten your jumper and wait for him to wave his wand between your legs, cleaning up the mess he had created with a smile.

Walking further into the office, you entered through the hidden door at the back of the room leading directly into your living area. The fire sparked to life as soon as you stepped onto the roof, instantly filling the vast space with heat and an orange hue. Pouring the both of you a hefty glass of dark liquid, you both cheered the glasses together, taking a deep swig of the alcohol that burned your throat deliciously and then settled into the sofa.

You sat remarkably relaxed with him, leaving your bare legs thrown over his lip as his arm settled around your shoulders to keep you close as you watched the fire lights dancing with the flickers of the flames.

“He’s nearly top of the class, but I think he’d have a hard time trying to best both Longbottom or Granger”, you explained sometime later as Lucius asked how Draco was fairing in your class. The man scoffs, only earning him a slap to his chest, “Hey! They’re my students; stop that”. Thankfully, he held his tongue and didn’t prattle on his biased opinions on pure-bloods or traitors, which he had quickly learnt was nothing you were particularly focused on. “Could I ask about what the governors are going to do about the attacks? I don’t want them to close the school, but it feels so dangerous now that students are being attacked”.

Lucius’ arm tightens around your shoulder as his lips press against your temple. “Nothing will harm you, Darling, and I’ve told you this already: I can’t speak of the Governor meetings. We’re sworn to secrecy”.

“It’s not me I’m worried for. It’s the children. It means - aren’t you worried about Draco?”

Your head tilts back on his arm so you can look up into his effortlessly handsome face, expecting him to be worried. However, he only appeared to be as calm and in control as ever, his grey eyes dancing with yours and the bottom lip you’d tucked between your teeth.

“Not at all. He’s in the safest house with the safest blood. I have no worries for my son”. His answer confused you, but you’d just put it down to his many prejudices and superiority complex. Reach up to stroke the smooth sin of his jaw, and you can’t resist the temptation to lean closer and kiss him deeply, tasting the alcohol on his tongue that matched your own.

“What’s it like?” you ask between kisses, unable to stop yourself from asking. “At home, I mean, what’s it like? Do you have any happiness at all?”

“You know I’m not happy and never will be with her”, he answers abruptly, to look at you with a questioning gaze.

“I didn’t mean it like that. I know you hate her”. You refuse to say her name both from shame and jealousy. “Do you have anything else that brings you joy? I hate the thought of you being alone in a big house with no one to give you any positivity”.

The hand lazily resting across your calves begins to draw circles into the skin as he contemplates his answer. “Without Draco there, I have no one. Narcissa and I may eat meals together, but that’s as far as it goes. We never talk; we even sleep in separate rooms. Everything is always for show, which is why these moments with you, where I get to be with someone I genuinely love, mean the most to me”.

You shake at his words, feeling the edges of your eyes water as you cling to him with even more desperation. What's more, the hand on your calf was beginning to slowly creep up the sensitive area of your inner thigh, distracting you from continuing the conversation as your legs automatically parted, giving him more room.

“Lucius”, you pleaded, eyes following his long fingers, the thick silver ring with the ‘M’ wrapped around his thumb adding extra sensitivity with the coolness of it against your skin.

“Shh, I’ve got you, little witch. Just relax for me”, he whispered against your temple as his fingers finally reached their goal. Your head tipped onto his shoulder as your back arched. All of your thoughts were centred on the skillfully trained fingers as he explored your dampening folds, spreading them with ease to give his middle finger the path to your eagerly awaiting hole.

You were a mewling mess as he eased two fingers into your cunt, coating the digits in your juices and rocking them in and out carefully. Lucius began to move the arm around your shoulders, relaxing his hold so he could lie you down on the sofa as he leaned over you, his mouth hovering just above yours.

“Are you going to be good for me, my Darling?” he asks, his warm breath teasing you once more as your legs try to clamp his hand in place.

“Yes!” Your shout was abrasive, but only because he’d already caused you to become a pathetic mess. Lucius smiled against your lips but didn’t move to kiss you properly as he applied more pressure with his fingers and thumb and stroked your clit.

You could feel his soft hair falling around your face as he began to curl his fingers inside of you, pounding that one spot within you that had you seeing stars. You weren’t able to say a coherent word as moisture squirted from your cunt, coating his fingers and wrist as he continued the action at a hard and fast pace.

The sloshing noise was obscene to your ears as he made you squirt over your thighs, sofa and his black trousers. You weren’t even sure you’d came as everything went from 0-100 with how intense his fingers had made you feel.

When he slowed his curling digits, you were a gooey mess in his arms. A grin erupted across your face as he sighed into the cushions, leaning further into his chest as he kissed your temple, allowing you to catch your breath.

“I must go; it’s getting late. You know I love you, my little witch”.

“I love you too, Mr Malfoy”.

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Coaxed You Into Paradise v.2

Description: The life of Saera Targaryen told in four acts. She was her father's forgotten daughter, cast aside as she looked nothing like her mother. Her younger days were spent beside her uncle. Years following her marriage with Ser Harwin Strong, she catches him in an affair with her older sister. She returns to seek solace in the arms of her uncle, that she's loved all her life.

ACT ONE: ORPHANS OF DRAGONSTONE

Chapter One: Valyrian Necklace Chapter Two: Dragondreamers Chapter Three: Saera and Daemon Chapter Four: Home Chapter Five: Daegon Chapter Six: Morning Glory

ACT TWO: STEPSTONES

Chapter Seven: The Gold Cloaks Chapter Eight: Labyrinth Chapter Nine: The Greens Chapter Ten: King of the Narrow Sea Chapter Eleven: Vengeance (Saera I) Chapter Twelve: Kepus Chapter Thirteen: Breakbones and The Realm's Delight (Saera I) Chapter Fourteen: Reformation

Chapter Fifteen: Children of Valyria Chapter Sixteen: Nine Turns of the Moon Chapter Seventeen: Battle of Birth Chapter Eighteen: Brown Eyes Chapter Nineteen: Kepa's Concern Chapter Twenty: Driftmark Chapter Twenty-One: Blood of Two Chapter Twenty-Two: The Aftermath Chapter Twenty-Three: Green and White

ACT THREE: THE DANCE OF THE DRAGONS

Chapter Twenty-Four: The Dance Chapter Twenty-Five: Bastards of House Targaryen Chapter Twenty-Six: Alyssa and Aemond Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Fear of Losing Children Chapter Twenty-Eight: Kingslanding Chapter Twenty-Nine: Victory/Blood and Cheese (Alyssa II) Chapter Thirty: Blood and Cheese II Chapter Thirty-One: The Pity Chapter Thirty-Two: Exile

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i need to write autistic!reader x simon. i just know he wouldn’t make a big deal out of things. parallel play with him would be amazing, so chill. you’re overstimulated in public? well, he hates it out here too, let’s go the fuck home. you’re under-stimulated? he’s squeezing you into a hug and/or laying on top of you in bed. you're having a bad day? he'll watch that show you like with you and order/make your safe food. you wanna tell him all about your special interest? he's all ears. you've reached the point of meltdown? he'll help you get that excess energy out and then relax for awhile.

simon is a simple man. your patterns make things simple in the best way. predictable and safe, and he enjoys that just as much as you do. even if your special interest is weird, he's still asking the occasional questions and listening to you talk, simply because he likes to.

simon very early on learns that the brand matters when it comes to your top tier safe food. no, simon, not all bagels are made the same. no, simon, it has to be the low fat cream cheese, philadelphia brand. ...well, more food for him. he'll get the right brand for you and eat the wrong one. no harm, no foul. (i hc simon as a human garbage disposal. i'm right.)

when you guys are in the 'sleepover' stage of dating, he keeps a blanket in his closet thats just for you because of the texture. simon doesn't care, but he knows how you feel about certain things and will happily banish the 'bad blanket' to the closet.

he has space on his dresser for your little trinkets and lets you fill his flat with candles you like the scent of. he loves coming home to a scent that just smells so you and seeing your little things lying around.

this man is the type of man to learn your body language instead of trusting just your facial expressions. he knows that sigh you just let out was just you stretching your lungs, nothing serious. maybe you forgot to breathe or were breathing too shallow. no big deal.

all in all, he loves you for you. patterns, interests, and weird questions in all.

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Simon Riley! who isn't traditional in the gross way but in the he wants to protect you and make sure you don't feel like you have to provide for yourself, he wants to be a safety net, something to rely on

Simon Riley! Who made it a point to buy your dream house as soon as you were married,

Simon Riley! Who didn't expect houses to require so...much...work

"Baby! The water won't turn off?"

"The fuck you mean it won't turn off just-" Simon grumbled as he dropped the moving box and walked into the kitchen, grabbing the handle of the faucet and trying to pull it, only for it to come flying off. Leaving him dumbfounded and you a giggling disaster.

Simon Riley! Who likes handy man tasks as much as the next guy but the people at the store are beginning to know his name

Simon Riley! Who didn't have a dad to teach him some stuff like plumbing and whatnot so he calls Price

"Oi, Cap-"

"She came to her senses and ran away, yeah?"

"No...I need you to tell me ho' to turn off th' water."

Simon Riley! Who does know how much you love watching him do yard work but doesn't dwell because these godddamn weeds-

Simon Riley! Who loves nothing more than watching you paint the walls of the house, finds it like to be a scene of a movie and it would be a lie if the reality was much better than the cinema

Simon Riley! Who hates facebook because you would randomly send him across the city because you found an old China cabinet you thought would be perfect

Simon Riley! Who doesn't care how his buddies tease him about becoming a domestic civilian so soon, because he would happily fix a thousand houses if it meant a thousand more years with you

(Comments and feedback make my day! annnd yeah that's it <3 )

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Late Night Zoomies

Summary: You get the zoomies while Severus is grading. Word Count: 500 Tags: Fluff, Drabble, Animagus!Reader

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The quill in Severus’s hand had been scratching away at potion papers now for the past couple of hours, a recent delay in his schedule costing him what could’ve been a relaxing evening. His gaze was fixed on a line when he heard the sounds of something scraping stone and a blur of orange run by his peripheral. The writing tool ceased, his eyes flicking up to the couch where he swore he saw the shape disappear behind. No sounds, no movement. He returned his attention down to the paper. 

The shape entered his sights once again, retreating back to the bedroom. He turned his gaze up again, this time looking at the clock on the wall. Ah. 1AM. He cast a quick protective spell on his legs before turning his eyes towards the bedroom.

You came sprinting out of his room again in your animagus form, an orange cat. This time you had opted to use the coffee table as a platform to leap onto the couch, your claws gripping into the upholstery as if prey as your gaze darted around the ceiling like you were seeing ghosts. He should’ve known the second he heard the scratching of your claws against the stone. You were having what you had told him were called “zoomies.” They usually struck around or past midnight. Even in sleep you’d awake restless and go to the living room to shift into your animagus form to burn off energy before returning to the potion master’s side in bed. One too many drive-by swipes at his legs were enough to make the professor cast a spell on himself when they occurred.

“Are you having fun tearing up my couch?” he drawled teasingly. 

You snapped your blown out eyes to him, raising from your pounced position so that you were crab-walking along the top of the couch, your back arched like a croissant, ears splayed back and tail poofed up and flailing around wildly as you angled your head downwards while your pupils made direct eye contact with him; like he was a mere mortal who dared to challenge you.

While you were very smart as a human, he suspected you lacked a few brain cells when in such a form. Out of nowhere, as if someone snuck up behind you and scared you, you jumped a foot or so in the air, limbs flailing about as you fell down the front of the couch onto cushions, the stimulation riling you up more and prompting you to attack the corner of the rug and batter it with your hind legs.

After a good five minutes of chewing on it, you suddenly stopped and shifted back into your human form, cheeks blushed with embarrassment as you got up from the floor and made your way back to the bedroom.

“Shut up,” you huffed, having caught the amused expression on his face. The potion master simply chuckled to himself under his breath and returned to the papers at hand.

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Simon has a new neighbor. His new neighbor has a baby.

Simon Riley/female reader Single mom, neighbors fic. Fics are listed in chronological order

Simon discovers something unexpected Simon realizes where you live Simon gives you a hand Simon comes over for dinner Simon eavesdrops Simon spends time in the garden Johnny learns his LT's secret Simon helps you out last minute Simon gets a phone call Simon accompanies you to the park Simon steps in Simon answers the phone in the middle of the night

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He’s a ghost story.

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#BUCKY WITH THE GOOD HAIR

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Simon with his Triplets

Simon and how he is with each of his triplets.

Hazel

• His fighter and his attitude, Wrapped up in the beautiful bundle that was his Hazel.

• Hazel was the most like him in terms of his fighting spirat, While he had simmered down greatly over the years he saw it everyday in his daughter.

• She carried herself with a sense of pride and strength that he couldn't be more proud of.

• Hazel was the defender of the triplets, being the one to fight if anyone dared pick on her other siblings

• Simon had to pick her up from school far too many times for fighting-

• Simon did had to teach her how to control herself, Having to show her different ways to channel her temper- And the best way he found was Boxing

• Simon still kept in shape, not wanting to get weak as time did him in- So he kept up some heavy workouts. So he had the two of them go to the Boxing gym together

• There she blew off steam and trained with him. Well into her late teens she did this picking up MMA as well on her own.

• "Dad I want to go into the military-" She said, firmly as she lowered her arms from the boxing bag. Her fist still in the skull hand gloves he bought her for her 18th birthday. Simon freezing mid set and looked at her-

• "No-" He said simply, before going back to the bag.

• Hazel glared at him but didn't say anything else but went back to the bag herself. Simon assuming the conversation was over.

• He was going through the mail and sees a Royal Marine letter, assuming it's his he opens it and sees its an acceptance letter for Hazel and her date to start basic.

• Was he proud? Of Course

• Was he also angry that she had hidden this from him, went behind his back and disobeyed him? ABSOLUT-FUCKING-ELY

• Him and Hazel have the argument of the centry- But he was able to calm down enough to hear her out and makes her promise that she won't do anything dangerous as a job- She agrees..

• Then immediately goes in for Special Forces Operations like he did and Simon damn near has a stroke and is ready to drag his daughter by home when he learns of this.

Rose

• Rose- His little princess. His sunshine and rainbows child.

• She is the dreamer of the trio, Always imagining new things.

• She is also the artist- Has Simon cleaned enough crayon, paint, pencil from the floors and walls to last a lifetime? Yes- Has he bought thousands of dollars worth of supplies and made his credit card cry.. Absolutely

• But Simon loves every painting, statue and drawing imaginable. Keeping them in his office- Even if he doesn't understand artsy things he will smile and thank Rose

• Rose is also his hiking buddy- The two taking a weekends to explore new hiking trails together. Which he uses to rip his daughter away from the grips of the crows of boys that seemed to drool over his precious girl.

• Due to her naturally bubbly and sweet nature she gets a lot more attention from boys then Simon would like-

• "I don't like the boys that try after you, You know what they want-" He said in a warning tone, already irritated at the idea of them sniffing around his little girl.

• "W-Well...Daddy what would you say if I didn't like the boys either-?" She said softly, almost at a whisper- The irritation Simon felt damn near flying out his body.

• Simon looks at her quietly, trying to gauge her reaction only to see she was doing the same-

• "So- You don't like boys? What about girls?" He asked softly, unsure of any other way or working it. Her cheeks turning a flushed pink at this-

• "I see-" He said calmly, Patting Rose's shoulder as they made it over the steep hill of the hiking trail. The two looking over the beautiful scenery before them

• "Same rules, We have to meet her and her parents and No closed doors" He said simply and with a hint of a smile on his face. Rose smiling as well and nodding-

• Simon is secretly overjoyed to learn his daughter likes girls, he finds it mentally easier. Meets his daughter's girlfriend and will take her along with him hiking.

• She ends up as a Art Teacher, While he didn't understand he absolutely supported it happy she had found her calling.

Johnny

• Johnny is his Mini-Me and his lad.

• Seeing as your genes didn't even fucking try with Johnny it was just like you copy and pasted Simon. Blonde hair, light eyes and only a shade or two darker then his father. Other then that he got nothing from you-

• He adores his Son and feels proud of him everyday he lived and breathes.

• Johnny still refuses to speak, remaining mute but Simon is fairly certain it's by choice which he respects.

• Simon and him sitting next to each other as you argue with Hazel about something stupid, Johnny discreetly reaching up and taking off his hearing-aids to not hear anymore.

• Simon has to suppress a laugh-

• Johnny often goes hunting with Simon, especially since he's the most into the outdoors besides Rose.

• Is oddly a perfect hunter- Has very quiet steps and is smart with a gun.

• Him and Johnny are sitting in some trees waiting for the elk to go by, Johnny staring out into space a bit as he holds his rifle and thinks.

• Simon seeing this grabs a piece of bark and tosses it at him to get his sons attention. 'Whats wrong?' Simon signs, Johnny sighing lightly.

• 'I guess, just thinking-' Johnny signed. Simon nodding his head for the teen to continue.

• 'Do you wish I wasn't deaf? I could have been military like you, I couldn't have done a lot of things. Like speak.. Does it bother you?'

• Simon felt surprised by this- Shaking his head quickly. 'No-'

• 'No- I do not care about if you are deaf or dont speaak, it doesnt matter to me. You are my Son- I'd have never let you go into the military either way, I don't want any of you to experience what I have. I want you to live good lives, and long ones not just for me and your mother. But for your name sake. So no, it doesnt bother me' Simon signed, feeling the burn in his chest at remembering his fallen comrade and his sons namesake.

• Johnny sat there, his hands twitching as he tried to think what to say but couldn't. Instead just smiling softly with a nod, turning back to see some elk coming into the clearing.

• The two hunted in peace that night not a word spoken between the two of them.

• "Why the long hair?" Simon ask, noticing the lack of haircut from his boy in the last few months. Johnny shrugs and signs 'Growing it out, Going to see if I like it'

• Never cuts it again- Much to Simon's annoyance

• When Johnny goes to University for Aero Space Engineering he almost cries- while he understands absolutely nothing his boy is saying to him when talking about his homework

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Simon Riley masterlist

Simon has a new neighbor. His new neighbor has a baby.

Simon Riley/female reader Single mom, neighbors fic. Fics are listed in chronological order

Simon discovers something unexpected Simon realizes where you live Simon gives you a hand Simon comes over for dinner Simon eavesdrops Simon spends time in the garden

[colonelarr0w]

Simon Riley, who hates dogs with a fiery passion; hates the way that they wag their tails when they see something they like, hates the way that they follow their owners to the ends of the Earth and back, hates the way that they protect with every fiber of their being.

Simon Riley, who tenses up the moment that Price introduces you and your K-9. Your confidence is unmatched, only fueled by the Belgian Malinois that trots at your side, ears pricked to intently listen to the surrounding 141 members. He doesn't care to listen to the introductions, his eyes solely focused on the dog.

Simon Riley, who is hesitant to let you in. Not because you're not to be trusted, no that isn't the case at all. But because you're constantly flanked by a four-legged reminder of everything he's jealous of. He's jealous of the undying loyalty and unconditional love, though he'll never admit that aloud.

Simon Riley, who will ignore your K-9 when he finds himself alone with you, pretending that the mere existence of the dog is nothing but a figment of his imagination. He doesn't care enough to learn its name but continues to hear 'Sam' when you refer to it.

Simon Riley, who becomes more lenient the more that he spends time alone with you. Suddenly, he doesn't mind Sam's presence anymore. You like to tease that he searches for it, but never will he tell you to your face that he subconsciously looks for Sam whenever he hears your voice.

Simon Riley, who reluctantly befriends Sam when Price sends you both on an intel collection mission. As much as he doesn't want to work with the K-9, it does make the mission a touch easier. It helps to have a stronger nose and stronger ears when it comes to searching a building infested with enemy soldiers.

Simon Riley, who jokes with you just like he always does over your comms, smirking to himself when he hears you converse with Sam as well. His heart warms as you turn to Sam and comment on just how horrible his military jokes are, only for the K-9 to bark happily in response.

Simon Riley, who trusts you when you turn your comms off, not wanting the static to alert anyone who might be nearby. One last crappy military joke, and then his earpiece goes quiet, leaving him alone in his own mind. But he trusts you, you're capable. And you have Sam.

Simon Riley, who can feel his hatred for dogs slowly come back when he sees Sam trot out of the building without you, a bloody handprint smeared onto his side.

And Simon Riley, who now grieves your loss while simultaneously being followed by a reminder of what you were to him.

[gh0stlyfixation]

Okay, ouch?😭😭

[peachesofteal]

Light On

Simon Riley masterlist

Simon has a new neighbor. His new neighbor has a baby.

Simon Riley/female reader Single mom, neighbors fic.

Simon discovers something unexpected Simon realizes where you live Simon gives you a hand

[greatstormcat-deactivated202406]

So… stalker!ghost but he isn’t malicious or unkind. He just wants to have someone to look after and protect without the awkwardness of actually having to be around them and burden them with returning the sentiment. So when he spots you one day on the way to somewhere, he follows you to see where you’re going and watches you as you go about your day. He uses his years of training and experience to make sure he isn’t seen so he doesn’t spook you, he doesn’t want to frighten you after all.

He watches as you meet friends, listens to the conversation and picks up your name and theirs so he can find you online. He gets a look at what you eat and drink, whether you smoke or not. Then he sneaks a quick photo or two so he can keep them on his phone for later. He manages to follow you home, you live in a good area which pleases him, and he waits outside for a while to see if he can see anything through the windows.

All in all he is chuffed that you take your security seriously. The locks on your doors and windows are tight, he checks them all for you. The security on your WiFi is good too, he checks that. No one other than someone with his level of training would be able to get inside.

Stalker!ghost goes back to his flat happy with the person he has chosen to look after, even if you don’t know it. He even enjoys going through your social media, although your ex-boyfriend might be a problem.

[melancholyshadow]

thank you for coming to my ted talk.

i think collectively as a society we need to just ignore soap’s death all together.

[theresghostseverywhereblah]

Hey y’all! I feel better today, so here’s a part 2 of the young!Simon Riley one shot I wrote a few weeks ago! Hope y’all enjoy!

Okay, so I have no idea if the military in the UK does a graduation ceremony for recruits or not. So…I’m sorry if that’s not a thing. I know it is in the US, and I couldn’t stop myself from writing a graduation for Simon from basics. I based it off of a United States Marine Corps graduation ceremony, so just bare with me (cause I know very little about the military. Literally using a video off YouTube for reference). Please no one get mad at me, it’s a fictional story, and I mean no disrespect to any country’s military! With that being said, if this not how they do it in the United Kingdom, can we just pretend for the sake of the story? Please? Yes? Okay, thanks! Enjoy!

young!Simon Riley x YN

Warnings: fluff, mentions of smut, but no detailed smut, possibly some explicit language

Part 2 of this one shot

Yn had moved into her apartment, and had been living in it for a year and a half. It was a two bedroom, her room being the larger of the two. Simon had kept his word and talked to Tommy, finally convincing him that staying at Yn’s flat when things were too much wouldn’t be a bad idea. So far, he and Tommy had stayed numerous times, a couple just because she invited them, and the other few due to their father. Yn never asked questions when they came. She just welcomed them inside, fixed them both a cup of tea (hot, because according to Tommy, that’s the only way tea should be drank), and readied their beds for them.

Her dad had always spoilt her, so when she moved in, he had taken her to buy furniture for her place. She made sure to ready for the guest bedroom for the brothers, buying a bed, dresser, tv, and pull out bed (in case they both stayed at the same time). Her dad hadn’t questioned her, since she had spoken briefly to him about the Riley brothers situation. He understood, and made sure to buy the best furniture for the guest room, wanting them to be comfortable when they stayed. The brothers had appreciated it, thanking him one time that he was over at the flat while they were.

Yn and Simon had become close, and she thought of him and Tommy both as her best friends. Simon had finally graduated, which Yn, Tommy, and Margaret attended, and was trying to figure out if he wanted to attend uni. He didn’t know what he wanted to do with his life, but he knew working at the butcher shop wasn’t it. He was at Yn’s flat when he finally told her what he had decided.

They were sitting on the couch, watching a movie, waiting for Tommy to return back from picking up dinner. Tommy and Simon had bought a car together, the two of them sharing it, until they both had to buy their own. Simon had went and got dinner the night before, so it was Tommy’s turn. Simon’s crush on Yn had done nothing but grow over the year and a half they had became friends. He was head over heels for her, and Tommy had caught on fairly quickly. He always teased Simon, telling him to man up and ask her out. Simon wouldn’t do it, not wanting to ruin what they had as friends. After he had decided what he wanted to do after graduation, he had made Tommy vow to keep his feelings for Yn to himself.

He had decided to join the military, and with that would come complications. He didn’t want to start a relationship with Yn, knowing he would be leaving for basic training, and then deployment. He didn’t want to start something that he didn’t feel he could fully commit too. She deserved better than that, better than him. So, with that in mind, he pushed his feelings for her to the side, ignoring the feelings bubbling in his chest, when she laid her head on his shoulder. “What’s on your mind, Si?” she asked, glancing at him.

He had been quiet for a couple of minutes. She could always tell when he had something on his mind, or something he wanted to say, but didn’t. She could read Simon like a book now. He wanted to say something, but didn’t for some reason. At his silence, she sat up, turning to face him, her crossed legs resting against him a little. “Simon, what is it?” she asked worriedly.

Simon sighed, looking down at his hands, that were sitting in his lap. “I joined the military.” he blurted out.

Yn studied him for a moment, before quietly asking, “Why?”

Simon didn’t answer for a moment, but finally, looked up at her. “I just…uni isn’t for me. I’ve thought about it for a while, and I just can’t find something I want to do the rest of my life that uni can give me. At least with the military, I’ll be doing something I’m good at. Helping people, protecting people. It just sounds like the best option.” he answered.

Yn leaned her arm against the couch, glancing down at her hand, that held a cup of half drank iced sweet tea. She swallowed hard, knowing that when he joined, he would be leaving. She had grown to love Simon since he had been hanging out around her more, and the thought of him leaving nearly crushed her. “Does Tommy know?” she asked, not looking at him.

“Yeah. Told him last night.”

Yn nodded, and a heavy silence fell over them. “Simon, I-“ Yn started to say, but stopped herself.

Simon narrowed his eyes a little, tilting his head, and asked, “What is it?”

Yn didn’t look at him, sighing, and quietly saying, “I just don’t want you to go.” It felt like a ton of bricks had landed on her chest, as she admitted a small part of her affections to him. She wouldn’t try to stop him from joining the military, it was his decision after all. But that didn’t mean she was happy about it. “I just..I care about you, a lot.” she admitted, looking up at him, finding him already watching her. “When do you leave?”

“Next week.” Simon answered quietly, watching as Yn closed her eyes at his words. “I’ll do 32 weeks of training, and then if they want to deploy me, I’ll go wherever they tell me.” he informed her.

Yn opened her eyes at his words. She blinked back tears, her lips parting slightly at his words. “15 months? You’re gonna be gone for 15 months?” she asked, sitting up straight, and giving him an incredulous look.

Simon swallowed hard, nodding. “Yeah.” Yn stood from the couch, sitting her cup on the coffee table, and ran her hands through her hair. She began pacing, something Simon knew she did when she was extremely nervous, or upset. He stood, making his way over to her, taking her hands in his. “Hey, I’ll come back. I won’t be gone forever, you know that.”

Yn avoided his gaze, taking steadying breaths, before slowly laying her head against his chest. Simon’s arms wrapped around her, holding her to him, as he rested his head on top of hers. “Promise you’re coming back, Simon. Promise me.” she said, her hands digging into his sides, his shirt balling up in between her fingers.

“I’ll come back, Love. I’ll be fine, I promise you.” he said back, closing his eyes tightly, and pressing a kiss to the top of her hair.

That had been 15 months ago. Things had changed, majorly, and not for the best. Tommy had started spending less and less time with Yn, and she couldn’t figure out why. He had just stopped coming over, dropped out of uni, and refused to even speak to her. She had went by his house, trying to get information from

Margaret about his behavior. James had been there though, and ordered Margaret to get rid of her, and tell her not to ever come back to his house. Margaret didn’t have to tell Yn. She had heard James, and in an angry rage, yelled back, “You’re a real piece of shit, you know? Fuck you, James Riley.”. That was the last time she went to the Riley’s house, at least while Simon was away.

Yn hadn’t told Simon how she felt about it, at least not all the way, and she regretted every moment of it. He had written to her every week, and called whenever he was able, telling her how training was going, and that he was okay. She, of course, wrote him back every week, and accepted every phone call, telling him how her classes were going. She had also decided to flirt shamelessly in her letters and on the phone, which, according to Simon’s letters back, and his reactions on the calls, he had caught onto. She was close to graduating, and was excited to hear that Simon would be back home in time for her graduation. He had swore to her that he would be there, and she counted down the days that he was set to come home. She had told him little about Tommy’s behavior, not wanting to worry him, and disrupt him from his training. She knew she would have to tell him when he came home, and dreaded it.

He was staying at a base four hours away from Manchester, so she had agreed to make the trip to pick him up. Yn grabbed her bag, running out of her flat to her car. She had her makeup bag between her arm, and her purse hanging off her other arm. She had dressed nicely, since Simon would be graduating from his basics, and she would be attending. She wore a pair of black, straight legged slacks, a white blouse, and black heels. Her hair was styled nicely, and her makeup would be the finishing touch. She planned on getting to the base a little early, and apply her makeup in the parking lot.

Finally, she pulled up to the gate, giving the guard Simon’s ID number, and showing her ID, to prove she was approved to enter. The guard let her through, after instructing her of where to park, and where the ceremony would be held. Yn felt excitement course through her, as she got out the car. She walked to where she had been instructed, and took a seat beside in the bleachers everyone was to sit at.

Simon would be receiving an award during the ceremony, which Yn hadn’t been surprised by. Going off his letters, he had been excelling in his training, something he was extremely proud of. She waited for the ceremony to start, sitting up in her seat, as it began. The Marines who were graduating lined up, before Simon and the other eleven Privates marched to the front. Yn could pick Simon out easily, since he was the tallest and bulkiest one out of the bunch. He had gained even more muscle during his training. Simon stood in line alongside the other Privates, and Yn couldn’t take her eyes off him. She smiled, before pulling out her camera. She began videoing, since regardless of how things were between her and Tommy, she had promised Margaret that she would make sure to get the whole thing on video. Simon, along with the eleven others, each held a flag that represented their platoon.

“The platoon guidons that are about to be retired, have been the identification flags of each platoon throughout recruit training.” the announcer said, as the officers from each platoon were ordered to march out. They marched in a single file line, stopping in front of each Private, before the flags were switched into their hands. Yn clapped with everyone, as the officers marched off, carrying the flags.

“The commanding officer of the First Recruit Training Battalion, Lieutenant Colonel Daniels, will present the High PFT, and Undergraduate awards. Please hold your applause, until all the awards have been presented.” the announcer said, and the Lieutenant Colonel began handing out the awards. He finally made it to Simon, and a big smile broke out on YN’s face, as his name was announced. “The Most Physically Fit Marine of Company A, is Private Riley, of Platoon 4,056. Private Riley scored 600 points, out of 600 possible points.” The Lieutenant Colonel handed Simon his award, and it took everything in Yn not to jump with joy for him.

The rest of the ceremony was a blur, as Yn could only focus on Simon, and how close she was to being able to hug him again. She had missed him terribly, especially since Tommy had seemingly ditched her, and everyone else in the world. She worried for Tommy, not knowing what he was going through, and what had happened to set him down the road he was on. She locked those thoughts away though, when the ceremony ended. She climbed down the bleachers, waiting for Simon to finally come back out. She smiled when she saw him, jogging as fast as her heels would let her, and throwing herself into his arms. He caught her, a big grin on his face, as his hands found her waist. “Hey, Love.” he chuckled, sitting her back down in the ground after a moment.

Yn felt tears brimming her eyes, as she looked up at him. He was still dressed in his uniform, and held his award in his hand. Yn caressed his cheek, smiling proudly at him, as a stray tear fell down her cheek. “I am so proud of you. So, so, proud of you.” she said, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Simons face flushed, and he pulled her into another hug, resting his head on top of hers. “Thank you, Love.” he said, his heart swelling. He had missed her so much, more than he thought it was possible to miss someone. He had looked forward to her letters and phone calls, sometimes even receiving two letters in the same week, when she had something to tell him that just couldn’t wait until a phone call, so she hurriedly scribbled it down. She had briefly told him about her and Tommy, and it angered him knowing how awful Tommy had been to her. Simon didn’t know what was going on with his older brother, but he knew at some point, he would have to deal with it. First though, he wanted to address things with Yn.

He knew she liked him, at least enough to flirt with him over calls and letters. He yearned for her while he was away, her sweet words pushing him to do the best he could, so he could graduate from training, and start his life as a marine. She had been a faithful friend, replying to every letter, and answering every phone call. She would listen to him, as he spoke and wrote of how lonely he had been feeling, and how much he wished he was back at her flat, sitting on the couch with her, as they watched reruns of various sitcoms, and ate shitty food from that fast food joint she loved so much. He mostly voiced these wants in letters, since they felt too intimate to say over the phone. Yn hadn’t held back over the phone calls, though. She had told him how much she missed him, how she wished he was there to hold her in his arms, and tell her everything fucked up that was going on in her life would be okay.

Many of those phone calls, Simon spent the majority of their time talking with a blush on his cheeks. Their friendship had definitely shifted while he was away, and while he was nervous to address it, he was also excited to see where it would go. He had regretted not telling her how he felt before leaving, and he’d be damned if he tried to pretend now that he didn’t want something more from her. After taking a couple pictures together, they got into Yn’s car, and began making the four hour trip back to Manchester. They talked the whole way, Simon’s large hand resting on Yn’s thigh, as her hand barely covered his.

When they got back to Manchester, Yn gave him a questioning look, asking, “So, am I taking you home, or..”

Simon smiled softly, squeezing her thigh gently with his hand. “Let’s go back to your flat. I’m not ready to face them yet.”

Yn smiled and nodded, driving to her apartment. She bit her lip once they were nearly there, not sure if now was a good time to bring up Tommy or not. Simon, ever the observant man he was, picked up on her hesitation. “I know Tommy’s been a dick, and I know you know more about it. I can handle it, Love. Just…tell me.” he gently said.

YN sighed, stopping the car in the driveway, put it in park, and took the key out. “He just..I don’t know. He just started acting weird one day. He wasn’t returning my calls, stopped coming to class. I got worried, so I went by the house to try and find out what was going on. Your mom was there, and so was James. He…he threatened Margaret, and told her to make me leave and not come back. I didn’t see Tommy, and obviously I didn’t go back, because I didn’t want him to do something to your mom.” she answered, her voice quiet.

Simon stayed quiet for a few moments, before sighing and looking out the window at the familiar surroundings. “Let’s just…let’s just go in your flat. I’ll deal with it tomorrow.” he finally said. They both got out, Simon grabbing his bags, and toting them into the apartment. He dropped them by the door, going up behind Yn, and wrapping his arms around her waist. She laughed lightly as he pulled her back against him, her hands holding onto his arms, as he nuzzled his face into her neck. “I missed you so much. You have no fuckin’ idea.” he drawled out, his warm breath hitting her neck, causing goosebumps to rise on her arms.

“I missed you, Si.” she replied breathlessly, leaning back into him. Her body moulded perfectly with his, and Yn felt something stir in her, as she felt the solid muscle that Simon had seemingly become since the last time she’d seen him. He must have worked out rigorously, since he was now built like a freight train. It excited Yn, and she couldn’t stop herself from turning in his arms, wrapping one arm around his neck, while the other rested on his chest.

Through his uniform, she couldn’t feel much of him, but, if things went as she hoped, she would soon see just how hard Simon had been working the last 15 months. Without thinking much into it, Yn stood on her tippy toes, pulling Simon down a little to meet her, as she pressed her lips against his. Simon didn’t hesitate to kiss back, being both touch starved, and having wanted to finally kiss her for years now. It’s didn’t take long for Simon’s hands to make their way to her thighs, hoisting her up in his arms, where he carried her into her room.

He didn’t know how far she wanted to go, and he wouldn’t pressure her into anything she didn’t want to do. The thick uniform he was wearing was beginning to suffocate him though, with how hot he was getting with Yn wrapped around him. He knew she wanted to touch him too, so that spurred him on to hurry and at least shred a couple layers of clothing. He sat down on the bed, Yn resting comfortably on his lap. Her lips trailed down his sharp jaw, before resting on his neck, where she bruised the skin with her kisses. As if her hands had a mind of their own, she began unbuttoning his uniform, before he helped her slide it off his arms. Once it was off, she took it, laying it neatly on her vanity chair, before she was back assaulting Simon’s neck with her lips.

Simon had dreamed of that moment more times than he could count. He had laid in his barracks many nights, the thought of Yn’s body tangled with his, her lips pressing against his skin, invading his mind like a virus. He couldn’t get her out of his head most days, and here she was, doing exactly what he had wanted and yearned for. His hands moved to her butt, cupping her with his hands, as she moved up higher against his body. His lips found her exposed collar bone, where he gently sucked and bit at her skin. A moan tumbled past her lips, and Simon felt him member twitch at the sound. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.” he drawled out, his already deep voice, seemingly even deeper with lust.

Yn smiled, laying her head against his, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Since when?” she asked, running her hands along his arms, that were now only partially covered by a tight white v-neck.

“Since that night you came over, and I injured my shoulder. You were so worried, and you cared so much.” He paused, tightening his arms around her, and nuzzling his face into her neck. His warm breath fanned around her, as he softly said, “I think I fell in love with you that night, Love.”

Yn didn’t know how to respond for a moment, shocked by his words. He thought he loved her? She felt a small smile creep onto her lips, and soon, she was pressed beneath him, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, and his name tumbling out her mouth. Simon felt complete in that moment. He felt like everything he had been through— all the regrets, the disappointments— all of it had led him to that perfect moment with her. It was bliss. Burying himself in her, giving all of himself to her; it was perfect, and felt right.

They spent the rest of the night tangled up with each other, skin pressed against skin, and lips on lips, until they eventually fell asleep. Simon knew what was coming the next day. He knew the bubble of happiness he had surrounded himself with, would shatter into a million pieces. He knew he had to figure out what was going on with his family, and hoped it was something he would be able to fix.

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