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[lady-severus-snape]

Random heqdcanon #394

18+ MDNI

The new school year begins with a new DADA as yhe curse has struck again. Albus being purposely obtuse about it, not even Minerva can get him to spill. It's the welcoming feast and as the students are eating albus talks about the new instructor.

🌠 the hall doors open with a bang, new staff member swaggers in. Bright blue, long, curly hair, pierced face (snake bites, septum, nose, eyebrow), muggle tattoos up her arms, distressed skinny jeans, combat boots, band tank top, cigarette in her mouth, black lipstick, curvy out the wazoo, sun kissed skin, brown eyes.

🌠"ah, everyone meet Nolie Ortiz. She is our new defense against the dark arts professor. Please, treat her with respect and do our school proud in welcoming her." The students clap and whistle.

🌠Nolie sits next to Severus, much to his chagrin. He sneers at her to keep her from engaging with him. No wonder the headmaster refused to speak on the instructor.

🌠the students looked forward to her class and the male students try to shoot their shot. Nolie says thank you but she is not into kids half her age. This causes the rumor mill to go wild. She was nearing her 40s! She looked hot, and young, a milf!!

🌠Severus getting flustered and annoyed because Nolie kept going out her way to shamelessly flirt with him, even in front of the students. Didn't matter how much he snarked, insulted, rude he was. Albus refuses to anything about while Minerva laughed at his expense.

🌠 "good morning, handsome! I see you are alive this glorious Friday" intoned Nolie. "Ortiz, kindly call me by my name. We are professionals here!" Severus seethes. "Sure thing baby." Nolie replies stealing his favorite mug of coffee before he can stop her. "Albus! Do something!!" He rants in his office later.

🌠Nolie's classes are vastly different than all DADA combined. She introduced muggle techniques and fitness into the wizarding ones. When the dueling club was introduced again she offered Severus to help demonstrate along with one other person. He jumps at the chance to hex her a little. Boy did he eat his words.

🌠she effectively and easily had him tied and gagged, slugged over her shoulders before he had finished casting experlliarmus. God damn if he wasn't turnt the fuck on. After she cast a barrier surround the platform and releasing him, Nolie demonstrated exactly what new school was. She and her opponent danced across the platform, spells flew, wands knocked out of hands, hand to hand combat. It was glorious and seductive the way the two fought with and without magic.

🌠You could hear Nolie drilling the 5th years through the halls. It was conditioning week. "Pick up the pace Malfoy, yo daddy ain't gonna run them laps for you!!! Granger worry less about fixing others and focus on your form! Weasley with Nott! Potter, I done told you to straighten yo back!" "Aye! I said no curses Flint, don't make me tell you again. Yo house daddy ain't gonna save you"

🌠the scoring according to the board was marvelous. Scores like that hadn't been seen in centuries.

🌠severus coming to respect her and her methods. Whatever she was doing to the students instilled discipline and determination. Longbottom even stopped exploding couldrons!!!

🌠Severus begrudgingly looking forward to their daily banter and Friday sound offs. He now let Nolie get the first sip of coffee from his mug. Comparing notes on their knowledge of dark arts. Nolie letting it slip that sunflower seeds made skelegrow more palatable and shortened the brew time so long as the shelf live was less than 2 weeks.

🌠severus watching Nolie work out every morning picking up some habits himself. His tall lanky form finally filling out the way it should have. Whatever muggle invented leggings should be given a merlin first class.

🌠 severus and Nolie finally fuck after a drunken night. He made the most sexy needy noises while she rode him. While she was a hellion screaming his name when he wanted to dominate her. Severus could not move an inch, it was shocking the number of rounds he went. He lost track after 5. He shivered at the memory of Nolie nibbling, licking, tracing his dark mark.

🌠Nolie not judging him or shaming, nor running away. It made the sex hotter, better, consuming.

🌠Nolie finding him one day laid out on hogwarts grounds because the dark lord was a piece of shit, helping him through the after math.

[mdzs-is-rotting-my-brain]

Three Emoji Prompt

For @ninjakk

🌠🍂💋

sweet and fluffy wangxian.

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Lan Wangji sometimes does not believe he gets to have this.

When his mind flays him in the quiet of dreams. When he recalls the thirteen years of absence only to wake in his arms, his presence throughout the Jingshi undeniable.

Papermen scattered throughout his desk, his papers always a mess, empty jars of Emperor's Smile. Gusu Lan Robes in his size on the floor where he dropped them after he crawled into bed, snuggled into Lan Wangji’s arms.

Tonight is the Moon Festival.

This high in the mountains, autumn ended weeks ago, winter’s chill settled in for the long duration. Wei Ying has already bundled into his cloaks and stolen two of Lan Wangji’s own.

Normally they would accompany the juniors down to Caiyi for mooncakes, festivities, and making sure no one got too sick or drunk. But with Xiongzhang fresh out of seclusion, he and shufu took those duties for the night, freeing Lan Wangji to spend a quiet evening with his husband.

A letter on the Jingshi’s doors directed Lan Wangji higher up the mountain, unactivated papermen stuck to bamboo or trees guided his way up a grassy hill until he saw large, ornate chiminea burning marrily.

He could feel the warmth of the fire as he drew closer to the circle marked by glowing flowers, no doubt something Wei Ying created.

“Lan Zhan.”

Wei Ying fell into his arms, pressing kisses all over his face until Lan Wangji caught his chin and kissed his lips.

He forced his mouth open, pushing his tongue deep inside, tasting mooncake, Emperor's Smile, and roasted nuts.

Wei Ying, sometimes, acted like he did not believe he got to do things like that. His face flushed adorably as Lan Wangji pulled away, he laughed, eyes dancing as he pressed gentle kisses along his chin and down his neck.

“No, stop. I have a plan for tonight and you’re distracting me with your sexiness.”

Lan Wangji felt his lips turn up, “Apologies.”

Wei Ying pretended to frown, but he was smiling too much to make it effective.

“Not you’re not.”

Lan Wangji hummed his agreement, pulling Wei Ying into his arms again, kissing his forehead.

When A-Yuan first came out of the sick rooms and Lan Wangji could care for him alone, he could not stop kissing the child. In relief that he made it, in grief that the last thing that connected him to Wei Ying did not remember him. And to ensure A-Yuan never questioned that he was loved.

He felt the same urge each time he held Wei Ying in his arms.

Grief that he was gone for so long, a connection only one of them remembered, and so Wei Ying knew what love was. What it felt like. So he never questioned it.

“Come, come, I have plans for tonight.” Stepping out of his arms, Wei Ying slid his hands into one of Lan Wangji’s, pulling him completely inside the circle of flowers.

The world around him shut off.

The birdsong, the cicadas, or crickets. The rustling of undergrowth from the rabbits, or moles, nore the distant booming of fireworks.

“Tonight is just about us.” Wei Ying led him over to the chiminea where food was laid out on a dark wood table that he must have had the juniors bring up the mountain, complaining the entire time of his ‘poor’ and ‘feebable’ back.

There was a rug laid down for them to sit on, large enough for them both to lay side-by-side if they so desired. His husband was not subtle.

All around them was the dying grass of the hills, the low fog of the clouds, and the autumnal colors of the leaves. The reds, oranges, yellows and browns, all in varying stages of decay. Falling from the tree to preserve its life through winter, rotting into the soil to provide roots that created them. A cyclical pattern of birth, life, and death. A poem, a tale, a lesson written into the fabric of the world around them.

Rebirth.

Second chances.

He breathed in Wei Ying’s scent, rain-water and spices mixed with sandalwood and the fresh mountain air.

“Lan-er-gege, Lan Zhan, husband.” Wei Ying fell into his side, Lan Wangji put an arm around him, Wei Ying filled his tea cup, plucking out a small orange leaf that had fallen into it. “You’re too in your head tonight.”

Wei Ying’s eyes were dancing in the light of their fire, “I want you to see something.”

“I never tire of seeing it.” Lan Wangji told him. He traced the contours of his face, his finger circling around his bold smile, once gone from the world. Death. Returned. Reborn. A different face, but the same smile.

Wei Ying turned red, burying his face in Lan Wangji’s robes.

“Stop it, stop it, stop it.” His fists were ineffective, not that he was trying to be.

“Warnings Lan Wangji, you must give warnings.”

Lan Wangji stroked his hair, his fingers catching in snarls and knots that he gently worked out, kissing the top of his head.

Wei Ying emerged, no less red. “I wanted to show you the sky. Tonight's special.”

Dutiful husband that he was, Lan Wangji turned to the sky.

He could see the dazzling stars above them. Stars across the sky as far as he could see, vanishing over the horizon to the west and east, to the north beyond the mountains, stretching further than Lan Wangji had ever traveled.

One fell across the sky, from the east to the west, a streak of light there for a brillant moment before it was gone from his sight.

It was the first, several more came after, sometimes a handful all at once, more came faster, faster still until the sky was a nothing to streaking light falling across stars.

“There’s a legend in Yunmeng.” Wei Ying said, his voice low and reverent in ways he only got when he was in shrines, or on anniversaries. He played with the braided white bracelet around his wrist, a gift from A-Yuan and Wen Ning, a subtle way to mourn the Wens, Wen Qing and Jiang Yanli.

“They say a falling star is the sign of a birth or death of someone important.”

His hand tightened around Wei Ying’s waist.

Wei Ying snuggled closer, kissing his neck.

“I’m not going anywhere. Lan Zhan, I promise. I just wanted to see tonight and think…hope I guess, that Shijie and Wen Qing were reborn. Maybe not tonight. Maybe not soon, but on a night like tonight. Where the stars fall and their births are marked as important. Because they are.”

Lan Wangji kissed his temple, holding him close.

“A star fell from the sky the night you returned.”

Wei Ying jerked his head to look at him, “Really?”

He hadn’t marked it as anything imporant, he’d been watching the sky in the event of a flare from the Juniors, praying he didn’t see it, but comfortable in the knowledge that he wasn’t far away if they did.

He had seen it fall shortly before the flare went up.

“But… I was hours alive at that point.” Wei Ying said when Lan Wangji told him.

Lan Wangji captured his husbands hand, kissing the center of his palm like he’d done once to Lan Wangji in an inn months and months ago, teasing him, pulling at his control, tempting the truth from him.

Wei Ying’s breath hitched, Lan Wangji kissed his wrist, biting gently.

Wei Ying shivered, his breathing picking up.

“I do not question the gods.” He pushed Wei Ying to the carpet, “They returned you to me, that is enough.”

Autumn turned to winter as stars fell.