Can You Write One Where F!MC Is Being Pursued By An Annoying Guy She Doesnt Like Who Wont Take No For

can you write one where f!MC is being pursued by an annoying guy she doesn’t like who won’t take no for an answer. it annoys sebastian just as much as it annoys her, so next time it happens he pretends to be her boyfriend and suggests they start fake dating for good measure. eventually they make it for real.

thank you! i love the fake relationship trope sooo much and i’ve yet to see anyone write one with sebastian.

of course, lovely anon!! i haven't seen any fake relationship fic either so i'm happy to contribute a lil something! tbh i sincerely thought this would be a short ficlet but it ended up being just over 2.5k fluffy words of dummies in love 🤩

Title: rumor has it

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

Summary: Eric Northcott is relentlessly pursuing you, so Sebastian offers to act as your heroic boyfriend to get him off your back.

"Northcott," Sebastian greets him, leaning against your potions station and resting a hand possessively on the small of your back. "Is there something my girlfriend can help you with?" "Your girlfriend?" Eric asks skeptically. "That's new." "I suppose it is," Sebastian agrees, nonplussed. "Been a long time coming, though." Across the room, Ominis laughs under his breath.

Sebastian Sallow is an excellent young wizard. Clever, well-read, focused – by all accounts, he should be a brilliant strategist.

But sometimes he comes up with the worst ideas you’ve ever heard.

“You musn’t be serious, Sebastian,” you laugh, closing your potions textbook to appreciate the actual madness of what he’d just suggested.

“Why not?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

You roll your eyes as you tell him, “You can’t just pretend to be my boyfriend.”

Earlier that afternoon, the two of you had met up with Ominis in the Undercroft to study after staging a quick exit from the library. While Sebastian was hunting down a book on ancient runes, Eric Northcott had cornered you in the stacks and tried for the second time to convince you to have a Butterbeer with him at the Three Broomsticks instead of “hiding that gorgeous face behind those dusty books like you always do.”

When Sebastian had returned, you were shoving the Gryffindor boy away from you with a tense look on your face, and if he hadn’t just finished a stint of evening detentions for slipping a Puffskein into Duncan Hobhouse’s schoolbag, he would have hexed the amorous git himself.

Since then, he’d been suggesting ways to make him pay, with each idea more fantastical than the last.

“Sure I can, and we can even make a real show of it,” he says with a charming grin. “If you want to get Northcott off your back for good, let’s allow him to think your handsome, roguish boyfriend is the type who would challenge him to a duel if he tries anything untoward.”

“That is a terrible plan,” you deadpan.

“It’s actually not a bad idea,” Ominis chimes in.

You glare at him, because Ominis never thinks that Sebastian’s ideas are any good – even the ones that aren’t completely bonkers.

“What are you playing at, Gaunt?” you accuse him.

“I’m merely suggesting that Northcott may actually accept your contempt for him if it’s for a reason that allows him to save face,” he explains with a secretive smile. “Simply telling him that you’re not interested hasn’t seemed to work thus far, so why not be creative?”

“Creative?” you snort. “Wouldn’t ‘creative’ be blasting him myself the next time he lays a hand on me?”

“As if you need any worse of a reputation,” Ominis drawls, and he has a point.

“Come on, let’s really mess with him,” Sebastian pleads. “You know he deserves to be taken down a peg or two.”

You’re not surprised that Sebastian is able to get you on board so quickly. Truthfully, you think you’d follow him on his harebrained schemes just about anywhere.

“Fine,” you cautiously agree. “But just to scare him off, alright?”

You swear you can see the gears in Sebastian’s head start to turn immediately.

He kicks off his brilliant plan the next day during your N.E.W.T.-level potions class. You’re supposed to be brewing an antidote to Veritaserum, and while the draught itself isn’t necessarily difficult, some of the ingredients are a little tricky to prepare.

You’re focused on trying to carefully slit open some Sopophorous beans when you felt a presence behind you, and then Eric Northcott is draping his arm across your shoulders.

“Need a hand with those?” he offers, trying to sound congenial.

“I’m fine, Eric,” you insist.

“I’m really quite good at potions, you know,” he reminds you, grabbing one of the paring knives off the table and haphazardly slicing one of the beans you’d laid out. “I’d be happy to give you some hands-on lessons if you’d like, one-on-one of course.”

“Sebastian,” Ominis hisses from across the room, having picked up on the conversation while the other boy poured over his notes on wormwood. “Now might be a good time to offer some gentlemanly assistance.”

His eyes narrow when he spots Northcott leaning over your cauldron, clearly trying to sneak a look down your top.

“Don’t let my antidote burn,” Sebastian mumbles as he storms across the room, as if Ominis would ever spare a thought for Sebastian’s cauldron when the show is about to begin.

You bite the inside of your cheek as you watch him notice your predicament, silently pleading him with your eyes to do something to get you out of it.

“Northcott,” Sebastian greets him, leaning against your potions station and resting a hand possessively on the small of your back. “Is there something my girlfriend can help you with?”

“Your girlfriend?” Eric asks skeptically. “That’s new.”

“I suppose it is,” Sebastian agrees, nonplussed. “Been a long time coming, though.”

Across the room, Ominous laughs under his breath.

“Really?” Eric asks dubiously, briefly glancing at your expression. “I was under the impression that the two of you were just ‘best friends.’”

“Well, shouldn’t a good relationship start out as a friendship?” you counter, though you don’t sound entirely convincing.

“Right,” he says slowly.

“Mate, you know how tough she is,” Sebastian says with a charming grin. “Took me ages to convince her to give me a chance, she strung me right along for months.”

You jump slightly when Sebastian slides his hand across your back to your waist, tugging you closer to his side – and out from under Eric’s arm.

“But she finally took pity on me,” he says with a lovelorn sigh, and you narrow your eyes at his dramatics.

“Oh, Sebastian,” you reply, laughing nervously. “You’re hopeless.”

“Hopelessly in love with you,” he says, quickly leaning in to kiss the corner of your mouth.

Before you can react, Professor Sharp wanders by and instructs you all to stop your dallying and focus on your draughts. Eric spares one more skeptical look at the two of you before returning to his cauldron.

Sebastian’s hand on your waist lingers for a moment even after he’s gone, but then he lets it fall.

“Sorry about that,” he says under his breath. “Had to sell it, you’re really a bad liar, you know.”

You think Sebastian doesn’t know the half of it.

(Sebastian’s just glad you avoided his gaze long enough to miss his deep red blush.)

—

As it turns out, the kiss wasn’t enough to convince Northcott that you were properly off the market.

The rumor mill quickly focuses on you and Sebastian – specifically whether or not it’s true that your platonic friendship has become something more.

“I don’t really believe it,” Nerida claims whenever the subject comes up. “Sebastian has always seemed like the bachelor type.”

“He could have had a girlfriend all this time and never has,” Violet agrees, trying to hide her bitterness. “I don’t think he really wants to be in a relationship.”

“Are you joking?” Imelda scoffs. “Sallow’s been a lovesick puppy over that girl for years, I’m just glad she finally came around.”

“She is very protective of him,” Grace speculates. “I remember when Samantha Dale asked him out last fall, I thought she was going to Depulso the poor girl clear across the courtyard!”

You do your best to ignore it, but Ominis stubbornly insists on telling you everything he’s heard.

“I would have thought that the two of you would be better at pulling off a ruse as simple as this,” he says, disappointment dripping from his words. “How hard can it be to pretend to like Sebastian? I don’t have to see him to know that the whole school thinks he’s handsome.”

“You don’t understand,” you sigh, walking alongside him on the way to arithmancy. “It’s… I don’t have to pretend, if you know what I mean.”

“Come now,” he says quietly. “I’m blind, not dim.”

“Then you do understand!” you whine. “How am I supposed to just let him pretend to be my boyfriend to ward off Eric and not go mad from knowing that it’s all a lie?”

“I suppose me telling you to be honest with him about how you feel would go in one ear and right out the other,” Ominis suggests, smirking to himself when you curse at him under your breath.

“Buck up, then,” he says simply. “I’m sure this whole thing will blow up in some spectacular way sooner than later – it is Sebastian, after all.”

—

As per usual, Ominis is correct.

Not even a full day goes by before Sebastian corners you outside the Hufflepuff common room and asks to walk you to dinner, taking your hand in his as soon as he notices some fifth-years studiously watching the two of you as you make your way to the Great Hall.

“I missed you this afternoon,” he tells you as he walks you upstairs, putting on a good show. “How come you didn’t want to study with Ominis and me after class?”

“I just needed to lie down for a little while,” you tell him, not wanting to admit to avoiding the way he’s been so unbearably charming lately.

“Feeling alright?” he asks concernedly.

“Yes,” you tell him. “Just… I don’t know. Out of sorts, I guess.”

“Anything I can do to help?” he asks.

You get distracted by the feeling of him stroking his thumb along your wristbone reassuringly.

“Um… n-no, I don’t think so,” you stutter.

“Surely there’s something I can do to help,” he says, and you wonder if you’re imagining the way his eyes look a little darker than usual, as if his pupils have entirely taken over.

“Like what?” you breathe.

Then he gets that look on his face that he always gets when he’s about to do something stupid.

“Come with me,” he says, tugging you over to a spot along the wall in the reception hall, next to one of those empty cabinets you’d looted for Nellie Oggspire back in your fifth year.

“Sebastian, w-what–” you stammer.

He presses you against the wall, one hand pressed to your waist and the other flat against the stone behind you, boxing you in. He glances around again and clearly spots whatever it was he was looking for, grinning mischievously before he leans in and traces his nose across your cheek.

“Don’t hex me for this,” he murmurs against your lips, and then he’s kissing you.

You melt against the cool stone wall, tipping your head back so Sebastian can tilt his head against yours and completely overtake your senses with his demanding kisses. Without consciously deciding to, you wrap your arms around his shoulders to hold him close to you, desperate to ensure he stays right where he is.

He kisses you well, you think. You know he’s always been a huge flirt, and that he has taken some girls in your year on dates to Hogsmeade over the years, but you’ve desperately avoided any post-date conversations with him because you did not want to know what he and those girls had gotten up to afterward.

Now you know, you think bitterly, but just as quickly you realize you don’t actually care. He’s skilled at this – nipping at your bottom lip to get you to open up for him, sliding his hand between your robes and your dress shirt so he can feel the curve of your waist, nudging a knee between your thighs to pin you even further to the wall.

“Bastian,” you murmur, tangling your fingers in his hair.

He groans against your mouth like he can’t help himself, and you whine a touch too loudly when he grinds his hips against yours.

Then you hear Eric’s voice call out, “Sallow!”

Sebastian looks like sin when he pulls away from you, and not just because his hair is a little mussed from your helpless tugging and his lips are red and swollen.

It’s because he’s smirking, and you quickly realize he’d planned this entire thing.

He’d pulled you to a spot where the Gryffindors on their way to dinner could easily see you being ravished, and it’s not just Eric he’s caught up in it – it’s Leander and Cressida too, some of the worst gossips in the entire castle.

…You are absolutely going to hex him for this, you think.

“Northcott,” Sebastian drawls as he turns around. “Can I help you?”

Eric looks furious, but at least he doesn’t look skeptical anymore.

“You might want to consider someplace a bit more private,” he offers, seething. “I am a prefect, after all. Could send you to detention for being so lewd in public.”

“Fair point,” Sebastian says easily. “In fact, maybe you ought to send us both. Hardly anywhere’s as private as the dungeons.”

You quickly smack Sebastian in the chest with the back of your hand, wordlessly begging him to stop before you actually do have to report to detention.

Mercifully, Eric simply throws a few choice words at Sebastian and stomps off to the Great Hall, Leander and Cressida on his heels to undoubtedly tell the entire school what just happened.

“You’re evil,” you hiss, still catching your breath. “You arranged all that just to embarrass Eric? To embarrass me like that?”

He frowns, confused. “No I didn’t, and I would never embarrass you.”

“You did!” you whine, shoving at his shoulders so he’ll step back. “They’re going to tell everyone and it’s going to make me sound like – like some pathetic girl who’s so desperate to avoid Eric’s attention that she’ll let her best friend feel her up in a busy hallway.”

“That’s not what they’ll think,” Sebastian argues. “And if anyone’s pathetic, love, it’s me.”

You scoff and wrap your arms around yourself, ashamed at how badly you wish you were still wrapped up in his arms instead despite everything you’re saying.

“You think I’m lying?” he asks derisively. “I’m a fool for you, and I would never hurt you. I kissed you like that because I wanted to, and if it happened to embarrass Northcott in the process, that’s even better.”

“Y-you wanted to?” you ask softly.

“I’ve wanted to for so long,” he finally admits.

His hands twitch at his sides like he wants to reach out for you, but he forces himself to behave.

“It’s the reason I came up with this stupid plan in the first place,” he sighs. “So that if anyone at this damn school gets to have the pleasure of walking you to class, or taking you to the Three Broomsticks or – or even kissing you senseless somewhere everyone could see, it would be me.”

You don’t have any words. But even if you did, there’s nothing you’d want to say to him that you couldn’t communicate by tugging him in by his collar and kissing him like you can’t think straight without his touch, so you do just that.

When you both break away to breathe, Sebastian quickly asks, “Are you actually hungry?”

“Not anymore,” you admit, your gaze still on his lips.

Sebastian barely manages to utter the words “Undercroft” and “hurry” in between kisses, but while he determinedly works a claiming bruise into the side of your neck, you whine, “Your common room’s closer.”

—

Once Ominis overhears Cressida waxing poetic about Sebastian Sallow practically mounting his new girlfriend in the hallway by the Grand Staircase, he doesn’t wonder why the two of you never show up for dinner.

modern!jace bf thoughts ( wc. 1117 )

i’m shaking and foaming at the mouth I NEED HIM. i had to expel this from my brain before i could sleep, i’ll prob write more about these at some point. or maybe i’ll abandon this blog in a week 🤷‍♀️ we’ll see. i am able and willing to expand upon any of these, ask box is open >:)

jacaerys who is, first and foremost, a gentleman. he’s opening the door for you, pulling out your chair, giving you his jacket.

he buys you flowers — he knows your favorite kind, dw. he’s like the kind of boyfriend who makes lists of what their partner likes, but he doesn’t make a list, he just knows.

is it a little unnerving? maybe! but he just loves you :3

jacaerys who thinks to be loved is to be known. he wants to read your favorite books and listen to your favorite songs. he wants to know your coffee order and try it, so that he can experience something he knows you love. ( his is a caramel macchiato. btw. )

jacaerys who is so attentive and mother hen. he can clock if anything is wrong, like any change in your demeanor. in your vibe.

he’s brushing the hair back from your face, tucking it behind your ears. he’s fixing your jacket collar and re-looping your scarf. ( i want to say he fixes your posture, but look at his )

he can, and will, fix any problem you have. just tell him! confide in him! he wants you to!

he’s kind of a worrywort. did you eat? would you like to eat? how much did you sleep? are you okay? are you okay? hey, are you okay?

jacaerys who always smells good, and has clean clothes, but will force you to hug him when he’s sweaty from football ( ⚽️ ) or a run. gross!

speaking of running, if you stay with him at his family’s home in Dragonstone at any point over the summer you will be going for a run with him! sorry!

he’s talking you through it ( the run ) . he’ll go at your pace and coach you. you don’t have to go far either! he thinks you’re bonding by doing this 😊 ( he is wrong )

jacaerys who craves physical affection. he wants you touching him RIGHT NOW. PLEASE.

he’s got his arms around and/or his hand in yours, just, all of the time. fingers interlocked too, he will be adjusting your hand to achieve this position! :)

you’re sitting on the couch? he’ll be next to you in a sec! god forbid you want to sit in an armchair, he is in your lap ( jk. not really. ). he goes out of his way to be directly next to his partner. he’s standing next to you, sitting beside you. if you have class together, his seat is next to yours! eating together, he’s sitting next to you there too. he will also lay on top of you; if you’re vertical so is he.

but, to be more serious: he thrives on the reassurance. if you’re holding his hand, he knows you’re with him. if he can wrap his arms around your waist from behind, it’s reassurance that you’re not going anywhere, he’s got you.

( children of divorce* just act like this, dw )

jacaerys who feels all of his emotions. he does not bottle things up 🙅‍♀️

he cries: when he’s frustrated, when he’s upset, when he’s angry — especially in front of his mom ( this is canon )

sure, he’s confident and self-assured. but he’s also vulnerable, and it’s good!!!

he confides in you ( a big believer in ‘date your best friend’ ), he hopes you feel safe to do the same <3

i talked about it in this post — he can be really mean. it’s defensive, he doesn’t mean to, but it happens much more than he’d like ( he’s still unlearning things from his childhood )

it rears its head when you’re arguing, or if he feels trapped. and he’s good at it too, hitting the most tender spot he can.

he feels awful afterwards. he’s always quick to acknowledge what he did and apologize. if you cry, he’ll probably cry too ( that’s just how the cookie crumbles 🤷‍♀️ )

he’s on your level, holding your face in his hands, telling you how sorry he is. and, maybe he’s kissing the tears off of your cheeks — but, that’s between you and him

he’s aware of how unhealthy this defense mechanism is, he’s working on it! call him out! make him aware! he might not like it in the moment, but afterwards he’s appreciative. ( he’s in therapy! — all of rhaenyra and alicent’s kids are . )

jacaerys who drives and lets you mess with his radio. so often it’s his siblings and step-siblings he’s driving around, and he just wants to listen to his podcast, please, luke, don’t touch the radio.

but you? whatever! you can spend the whole car ride adjusting the station, or trying to pick a song on aux and he won’t care! or, you could talk over the radio ( he’s yelling at his brothers for this ) ! he just likes your presence.

both-hands-on-the-wheel driver, he might hold your hand at stop lights though. when he has to break hard he puts his arm out in front of you, to stop you from going forwards ( do you guys know what i’m talking about? ) he has supreme big brother reflexes

jacaerys who wants you to like his family so bad. they’re so important to him.

his best friend is his fifteen-year-old brother and he’s a major mama’s-boy, and he’s not embarrassed! he is a little nervous for you to meet everyone. it’s too hard to explain, so he doesn’t.

“ that’s my step-mother. yeah, she was married to my grandfather before she was married to my mother. um, so my step-siblings are technically my uncles and aunt. yeah, it’s kind of confusing. “

jacaerys who loves taking pictures of you. digital or film or phone, he’s on you like paparazzi. candid king.

you’re also going to be all over his instagram, sorry. he’s an instagram story fanatic, so you’re featured often. he prob has a highlight dedicated to you titled “ <3 “ or something.

jacaerys is a big kisser.

he’s kissing you on the mouth, often. probably when he shouldn’t.

most of the time it’s chaste kisses in parting, or sweet pecks because he just remembered he can do that!

also big on kissing your forehead and cheeks. and the column of your throat.

he’s polite and respectful! he will also make out with you any chance he can! slipping tongue in the stairwell at one of his mother’s galas. we are in public. ( he doesn’t care )

jacaerys who is such a lover boy. he just wants to love you, and show you how much he does. he takes pictures to immortalize memories ( okay roland barthes ) and engages in the things you love to experience you more intimately. he wants to make sure you’re safe, and happy, and cherished — like you deserve to be.

he wants to love, and to be loved.

Maybe an story with sabastian sallow where he and y/n are exploring in hogwarts at night and get caught by a teacher but to cover up from being there y/n kisses sabastian and they get away with it? Also love your stories ❤️

Love a good fluff

Sneaky (S.S)

Sebastian would listen to Puppy Princess when he thought about mc and it's cannon because i said it was. I'm glad you're enjoying! There's a lot more to come <3 Pls enjoy because i made myself flustered because I have never in my life done this.

      You smiled as you swatted at Sebastian quietly, ducking behind a bookshelf as Peeves floated by. Sebastian only shook his head as he smiled back, quietly trying to put a book away that the two of you had taken from the restricted section the night before. You peeked around the corner, following the ghost with your eyes while Sebastian tried to find the next book he was after, muttering to himself as he read the spine of each book quickly. You watched as Peeves continued his rounds, clearly searching for Sebastian, who had a record of spending time after hours in the restricted section and loved fetching the librarian to watch her give Sebastian detention.

      You jump slightly as Sebastian placed his hand to your back, nodding that he found what he was after and that it was time to go. You scanned the area once more as you quickly retreated to follow Sebastian, head hung low to stay hidden. He smiled back at you in triumph, waving the book in front of you as he walked. You shook your head as you closed your eyes for a moment. “Put it away, before someone sees it in your hand!” You whispered, smiling as you grabbed the sleeve of his robe. He scoffed quietly as he put it in his bag, turning to head down another row of shelves lined with books. “Peeves won't hang around too long, and by the time he finds us we’ll already be gone.” He whispered matter-of-factly. You shook your head once again, looking behind you to see if Peeves was anywhere nearby.

      You sneaked around a few more shelves, Sebastian stopped a few times to look at some books, only moving when you poked him in the side. “We can’t stay here long, remember?” You whispered, taking the lead as you poked your head around a shelf, spotting the next route to take. You motioned for Sebastian to follow you as he sighed, putting a book back when you raised a brow. You quickly tiptoed across the room, stopping when you reached another shelf, turning to see if Sebastian had followed you. He did, of course, right behind you. He crashed into you, sending you to the ground with a thud as you gasped. Sebastian fell on top of you, eyes wide as he quickly placed his hand over your mouth. You glared up at him, his eyes apologetic as he quickly looked around. He sighed quietly as he slowly removed his hand from your mouth as the library stayed quiet. You sat up and moved from under him, dusting your robe as you narrowed your eyes at him.

      “Are you serious?” You whispered, lightly swatting at him when he tried to help you up. “Why were you so close?” Sebastian raised his hands in defense, a slight blush to his cheeks. “To make sure you didn’t get caught?” He said, causing you to narrow your eyes. “How would that help? If someone saw me, they would have seen you right behind me!” Sebastian tried not to laugh as you scolded him, his lips tightening as he held back a smile. You furrowed your brows as you got to your feet. “What’s so funny? Do you want detention?” You asked, crossing your arms as he shook his head, a slight smile on his lips. “Of course not, but you have to admit, this is rather fun.” “Fun? You knocked me over.” “But I saved you.”

      You sighed and shook your head as you turned away from Sebastian, feeling your cheeks heat up as you remembered that Sebastian had, in fact, landed on top of you, covering your mouth so you didn’t cry out when you hit the ground. “Wouldn’t have had to do that if you paid attention.” “Attention, attention! Attention is right! What a sight, two students sneaking in the library at night!” You groaned as you closed your eyes, slowly turning around with tight lips as you were met with Peeves. Sebastian quickly shook his head as he tried to talk to Peeves. “Not sneaking! Can’t you rest for a night?” You shook your head as you brought a hand to pinch the bridge of your nose, sighing. “A rest? Why rest when there are students sneaking around! Perhaps you will pay more attention, in detention!” Sebastian yelled after Peeves, who disappeared as he went to fetch the librarian. “Come back, you damn poltergeist!”

      You shook your head as you watched Sebastian search for a place to hide. “Whatever you’re planning, you know it won't work.” You said, crossing your arms. Sebastian looked back at you, glaring as he raised his arms, gesturing around him. “Well? Do you have any ideas? She’s going to be here any moment to send us off, and then we’ll have to spend the time we had in detention instead of something far more important.” You pinched the bridge of your nose as you sighed, whispering. “We wouldn’t be in this situation if you had paid attention, remember? This is on you.” He scoffed, walking over to you. “I’m not covering for you again! You still owe me from last time.” You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek. The sound of hurried footsteps began to surface, no doubt from the heels of the librarian as she followed Peeves. “I’ll pay my debt to you now then, but if you even try anything I will personally toss you to Peeves, got it?” Sebastian furrowed his brows in confusion as the steps grew closer.

      “Pucker up, lover boy.” You whispered, grabbing his collar, and planting your lips onto his as the librarian turned down another aisle. Sebastian tensed up at the sudden intimacy, but quickly wrapping his arms around you to deepen the kiss; unsure if your idea was to have a random make out session in front of the librarian, who had yet to turn down to where the two of you were. You closed your eyes as you felt his soft lips against your own; the slight taste of butterbeer lingering on his lips reminded you about what you had done before you decided to sneak around the library, a nice trip to Hogsmeade. Your cheeks heated up as you realized that you hadn’t actually thought the plan through, only getting as far as you were now, unsure how to continue.

      Sebastian smiled into the kiss, taking over as he peeked through his lashes, finding the librarian glare at the two of you from across the room, stomping over to the two silhouettes she saw. He ran his fingers through your hair as he continued to kiss you, smirking as the librarian gasped, turning away from the two of you when she was close enough to see what was happening. “Mr. Sallow! As glad as I am that you are not stealing from my shelves again, must you get so handsy with another student in my library?” You chuckled as you hid your face from her, burying it in his shoulder as he gasped for air, red in the face as he stuttered to her. “Sorry! Won’t happen again, I promise!” She sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose, turning away as she left. “Please leave. If you must snog with another student, please do it somewhere more private.” “Yes Ma’am.”

      Peeves floated above the two of you, frustrated that he didn’t get you in trouble. “Free to go, you are. Sneaky, very sneaky. Next time, then.” And with a smile, Peeves disappeared. You kept your face buried in Sebastian’s shoulder; face hot in embarrassment as you tried to catch your breath. Surprised that your plan actually worked, you were unsure what to do next as you stood in his embrace, listening to his breathing as he chuckled. “Amazing. I can’t believe that worked!” He breathed, his heart beating at a fast pace from the excitement. You nodded slowly, clearing your throat as you removed yourself from his grasp, fixing your robes as you avoided eye contact. You looked around, breathing heavily as you looked for the exit, quickly moving to the door. “Wait up, y/n!” Sebastian said, following you out of the library.

      “How did you know that would work?” Sebastian asked, walking down the hall next to you as you continued to try to calm your heart. You shrugged, staring at the ground as you walked. “I didn’t. Figured we’d still get scolded, actually.” Sebastian scoffed as he smiled at you, grabbing your arm. “So, you decided to kiss me, not knowing if it would work or not?” You shook your head frantically, stuttering. “No! That’s not what I meant!” Sebastian smirked as he watched your flustered face, trying to explain the logic behind what you did. You glared at him, crossing your arms as you tried to cool your cheeks as your thoughts raced. “What? Are you going to say something dumb?” You said, puffing out your cheeks as you turned away, unable to look at Sebastian’s face after the ordeal. He chuckled as he moved closer, grabbing your arm to turn you to him.

      “I can say that I appreciate it, getting out of detention.” He said, smiling at you. You felt your cheeks heat up even more at the closeness. “I can also say, I wouldn’t mind do that more often.” Your eyes widened as your heartbeat faster. “What, sneak into the library? We already do that enough.” You said, trying to play off what you thought he meant. Sebastian’s smile grew as he watched you, shaking his head. “I was mainly talking about that stunt you pulled, after you said that was you repaying me.” You chuckled slightly as your cheeks grew even hotter, glancing up at Sebastian. “I said not a word about it.” You pouted, playfully glaring at him. He shook his head, shrugging. “I think we could make that normal occurrence, if you wanted.”

      You sighed, glancing around the hall and back to Sebastian. You quickly placed a kiss to his lips, feeling him smile as he wrapped an arm around your waist. You lightly tapped his cheek before you parted from him, giving him a smile. “Keep quiet about it and maybe you’ll get more.” “Absolutely.”

sirius black who tries not to smoke around you. sirius black who introduces you to underground rock bands. sirius black who loves concert dates. sirius black who secretly loves the arctic monkeys more than you do. sirius black who learns your favorite songs on the guitar so he can serenade you. sirius black who pretends to be mad when you get cold (bc you conveniently forgot your coat), but who secretly loves to see you in his oversized leather jacket. sirius black who cries because you care more about him than his family ever did. sirius black who borderline begs you to sneak up to the astronomy tower with him at 3am because he can't sleep and you're the only one who would understand. sirius black who takes so much sugar in his coffee it could kill a diabetic. sirius black who does your eyeliner for you.

remus lupin. james potter.

— 𝘄𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗽 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺

various house of the dragon character x reader

aemond, aegon ii, & jacerys

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

𝘢𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥:

✧ despite his general brooding, stoic, and taunting personality       - he is still babygirl

✧ obviously he’s not going to sleep with his eye patch on, but he used to be very scared that it would scare you to see him without it if you woke up in the middle of the night. but after some serious convincing on your end,   he got over it

✧ he usually wakes before you and steals a few minutes for himself to simply admire you. even if you had an arranged marriage, he had grown surprisingly fond of you.

✧ when you finally woke, he’d speak soft phrases to you — “good morning, my lady…” “did you rest well?” “there is no greater victory to be had than us simply being together.”

𝘢𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘪:

✧ everynight, you and aegon slept together in a tangle of tangle of limbs after falling asleep after your late night activities (wink wink)

✧ aegon rarely, if ever, woke before you - so most mornings, you would cradle his head to your chest, gently stroking his blond hair till he woke. 

✧ upon waking, he’d meet your gaze with the softest, boyish grin that made your heart flutter and dismiss the parts of him that would anger you.

✧ but even after fleeting moments of simplicity and softness, aegon would tease you about the hickies scattered across your body or the wanton moans he elicited from you the night before. 

𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘴:

✧ by far the biggest sweetheart on this list [and a little shy guy]

✧ he naturally curls into your frame as you sleep, always wanting to be close

✧ it’s always a coin toss for who will actually wake up first, but you always manage to fall into the same routine

✧ if jace wakes up first, he’ll gingerly detangle his legs from yours and pull your chest into his, being the big spoon. he’ll trace little shapes onto any exposed skin and gently pepper you with kisses until you wake

✧ if you wake first, you’ll stay as you are, simply admiring his sleeping face. but once you’ve woken further, you’ll adjust to where he is the little spoon so you can kiss the top of his head and run your fingers through his hair.

✧ but his words are always the same - “morning, my darling…”

Flirtation

summary: when Sirius won't stop tormenting you with pet names, you think to take revenge, but he doesn't react as you expected

Sirius Black x shy!reader ♡ 546 words

You jolt a little when a hand lands on your shoulder, a second before Sirius plops down beside you in the common room. 

“Sorry, dollface,” he says, sliding his hand from your shoulder to your neck in what you suppose is meant to be a soothing motion. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

You smile, though your heart only beats faster now that you know it’s him. “You didn’t scare me.” 

“No?” He asks, and there’s that unrelenting teasing tone in his voice. “Does my beauty just shock you every time you see me, then?”

You flush, looking to where your fingers play with the hem of your skirt. Sirius knows he can turn you into a stammering, blushing mess with only a pet name or a tilt of his lips, and he never lets you forget it. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been dating or how much time you spend with him, you never get used to his audacity. 

“Doing alright, sweet thing?” he croons, taking your face in both hands so you have no choice but to meet his eyes. They’re alight with mirth. 

“Mhm.”

“You sure?”

“Yep.” 

“You’re blushing.” 

“I’m not.” 

“You are.” He makes an indent in your overwarm cheek with his thumb, looking entirely too entertained at your misery. And it feels unfair. Why should he be able to fluster you whenever he likes, and you can’t even bring yourself to look him in the eyes? “I know I’m a lot to take in, but really, sweetheart.” 

You force yourself to do it, before the boldness has a chance to leave you. “Sorry, baby,” you say, forcing yourself to look deep into Sirius’ cool gray eyes, “I can’t help but be nervous when you’re looking at me so prettily.” 

You relish for a moment in victory as Sirius’ eyes go wide, but then his mouth drops open and he melts. 

“What did you just call me?” he breathes.

Your confidence has exceeded its time limit. You cringe in on yourself, but Sirius catches your hands before you can use them to cover your face. 

“C’mon,” he says, in that soft voice that he almost never uses in public, the one that makes you want to curl up in his lap and tell him all your secrets, “please?”

You glance around, but no one is paying attention to the two of you. “Pretty.” It’s a whisper, but Sirius beams all the same. 

“And?” 

You slouch shamefully, sinking into the couch cushions. “Baby?” 

Sirius throws himself back like you’ve shoved him, grinning like a lunatic. He comes back to you quickly, and there’s pure, unadulterated adoration in his eyes when he says, “You’re killing me, dollface. Say it again.” 

You sigh, but indulge him. “Baby.” 

He clasps your hand between his, pulling it to his chest theatrically. “Yeah, sweetness? Whatever you want, you can have it.”

You’re trying to be exasperated with him, but you’re laughing. “Siri, stop, please.” 

He pouts. “If that’s what you want. But if you ever decide you really want something from me, just say the word, angel, and I’ll do it.” 

“Sure thing, pretty boy,” you say quietly, emboldened by his behavior, and this time, when Sirius flops back dramatically on the couch, he takes you with him.