#Gotta look after your messed up Slytherins

[severussnapemylove]

Y/N; “HYDRATE OR DIE-DRATE!” *aggressively throws water bottles* 

Draco; “Uh... what's up with them?”

Severus; “They’re trying to yell mental health and wellbeing into us.”

Y/N; “I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU!”

Draco; (tearing up) “It's working.”

[deadghosy]

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𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐇! ||𝐙𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐄!𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄

Synopsis: accidentally killing one of the most popular Slytherins, you tried to bring him back only for him to not be the same as before.

Inspired by American horror story; Coven

Viewer discretion: brain dead Theo, choking, biting, slight panic attack, Zombie!Theodore not knowing personal space, gore/blood/death mentionss.

MONSTOBER

Shit… shit.. shit…..SHIT! You don’t mean it! You didn’t at all! Your eyes are blown out wide at the dismantled body in front of you. You can’t believe you killed him…You didn’t mean to kill him. Your heart beating loudly in your ears as you fell to your own knees. You slowly felt tears prick your eyes.

You were only practicing your magic. Your own magic. Not Hogwarts, not dark magic. Your own. You didn’t hear Theodore coming from behind you. But it was too late as he startled you into shooting him. Shooting him with the magic that killed him. A pool of blood reaches to you. Scatters of brains sprayed the crisp green grass. You scream backing up, gripping your wrist as a sort of calming gesture. But it’s helping. You kept saying, “it’s not your fault.” But it is, isn’t it? You gotta fix this. You can’t let anyone know that you killed the Theodore Nott. Not a single witness.

Dragging Theodore’s body. It felt sickening. You couldn’t really pick up his damn body. He was taller than you! And with his playing quidditch, he definitely has some pounds on him.

Finally getting to your dorm. You set him on the floor, getting your magic book your folks had gave you so you could practice your own family magic. That’s where you found the spell to bring back the dead. Without hesitation you chanted the words, placing your dominant hand on the bloody chest. The lights flickered in your room, each word you chanted a green and gold aura surrounded you and the dead Slytherin. As the spell ended, you opened your eye and waited it out.

Soon, Theodore stared to groan softly. His normal dead eyes looked..more dead. You gasp shocked. He looked emotionless as he only eyed you in your dorm. His skin was so pale that you started to curse in your mind. Before you knew it, Theodore snapped and attacked you. Gripping your throat with a strong grip, grumbling nothing but mumbles. You clawed at his arm. “Th-theo! Sto-" he suddenly stopped. Loosening his hold on your neck as his eyes looked normal before returning to that dead look. He let go and sat down like a child.

You coughed holding your neck. Getting your breath back. Theo stared at you again. With that dead look that made you shiver. “I…I’m sorry Theo..you must be mad I killed you. But you’re back.” You smiled a weary expression. Theodore tilt his head, clearly confused with his own emotions. Narrowing your eyebrows you slowly moved towards him. Reaching your hand to him, he bit you. “AH! MOTHER FUCKER!” You kicked him at his chest gaining a small groan. “Gr…aughh..” you let out a groan, getting up you checked if the bite was deep only to sigh out of relief. “Fuck…fuck…okay so you don’t really have the normal brain. Fuck me…”

You hissed still holding your bitten hand. Theodore however seemed to be in his own world. His messy brown hair sticking to his forehead after your kick. It seemed he was actually thinking for once as he’d seen you walk back and forth. You were also in your own world. Thinking about how you were gonna talk to the professors about your mess. Or more so your own people. Maybe they can make him more normal? You didn’t seem to realize a tall brooding body behind you. You turned around to only flinch.

He towered over you. Theodore opened his mouth, his lips chapped lips sticked together as he did so. “…Y…Y/N…..” your eyes widened. Backing up with each step, he stepped to you closer. Theodore grabbed your arm, pulling you close to him. “Y…y/n…” you couldn’t believe it…no fucking way. Theodore started to hug you. And you just stood there confused and scared. Was he slowly gaining his memory back? Or was it some sorta of confusion? Connection? Whatever it was. You didn’t know if you liked it or not. As whatever this Theodore was doing, he was making sure you won’t leave his side.

[lilacsbeeswax]

Would you do one with either Mattheo or Theo where they have been dating a hufflepuff but not a lot of people expect their friends know. She was invited to their common room ti study or something and some slytherins refuse to let a “loss little puff” in their house until one of them comes to recuse her? Of course the boy would be mad and you can choose if their will be violence and she patches him up or he just tells them off and they go cuddle and he apologizes

Protector

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader

Fluff

Warnings: Bullying (?), Mocking, Creepy Behavior, Light Swearing, Unedited

Notes: Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy! 💕💕

MASTERLIST

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After class dismissed, I rushed off to Mattheo’s table to say, “Hey Mattheo, I missed you.”

“Hello there darling. Meet me in the common room after dinner rush and we’ll study together, yeah?” Mattheo asked quickly as he grabbed his stuff for his next class.

“Okay!” I replied, looking around to see if there were people still left in the classroom before pulling him into a chaste kiss. “I’ll see you then.”

He smiled, “See you.”

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I stepped up to the bare stretch of the dungeon wall and quickly whispered the password. The wall began to ripple and disappear unveiling the dark Slytherin common room. It was the polar opposite of the bright yellow Hufflepuff common room that I was used to. Instead it was dark green and silver. The marble walls gave the room such an elegant appearance and the windows out to the Black Lake made it almost hauntingly beautiful.

I had expected no one to be here because just before dinner people normally are in their dorms or in the library. Considering it was a bright sunny day, it was even more shocking. It’s normally gloomy in Scotland this time of year.

Unfortunately for me, two teen boys in bright emerald ties were staring right at me as I walked through the wall. I looked around for Mattheo but he was nowhere to be found.

The boys swaggered up to me with large egotistical smirks on their faces. “Well would you look over here Rowle… we’ve gotta ourselves a lost little puff.” One boy said.

I attempted to ignore the boys and push myself toward the common room tables.

“Aw, would you look at that Travers? Little puff’s trying to run away!” Rowle mocked as the two tried to corral me into the corner.

“She’s a pretty one, isn’t she?” Travers remarked, grabbing a lock of my hair and twirling it.

Anger shot through me and I hit his hand away. I kept my tone even and said, “Get the fuck away from me.”

“Oh she’s got a mouth on her. Doesn’t matter though, I know a way I could shut her up…” Rowle smiled.

“She told you to get away from her.” Mattheo’s voice rang out from behind the boys. “And I would respect that, if you don’t want me to get involved.”

The boys eyes grew wide as the quickly spun around. “Oh uhm… hey Riddle, this little puff got lost we were just helping her.” Travers stuttered through his sentence.

“Didn’t sound like you were just helping her, either way get the hell out of her way. Now.” Mattheo demanded.

“Why do you care so much, Riddle?” Rowle asked angrily as he stepped away giving me room to walk toward Mattheo.

“Don’t see why that fuckin’ matters, Rowle.” Mattheo seethed as he grabbed my hand. “I don’t want to see you two or any of your friends messing with my girl again, got it?”

He didn’t wait for a reply and quickly pushed me in front of him and walked toward the dormitories.

“Rowle and Travers are in for a rude awakening tomorrow morning. Did they touch you? Did they hurt you?”

“They didn’t hurt me, I think they were just trying to scare me away. Travers touched my hair but that’s it.” I replied, while trying to keep up with his fast walking pace.

He stopped walking, lightly held my shoulders, and said, “Still I should’ve been there waiting for you so no one would mess with you. I’m so sorry, darling.”

I looked into his eyes and replied, “Its okay, Mattheo, I love you.”

“I love you too, Y/n.” He pulled me into a kiss and all I felt was love.

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MASTERLIST

[slytherinboysappreciation]

Hm okay, what abt a guy that just intimidates Tom Riddle (and he got no idea why, prob bc he has a crush on him but Tom just refuses to acknowledge it). Like, Tom would be all flustered and stuttering when he's around, Tom was smitten yall 😋🤭

Flustered - T. R. x male!reader

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! 💛 I did my best to write it and I hope it fits what you were wanting. Fic is completely unedited with no use of Y/N. I think I tagged everything, but let me know if I missed something! 💛

CW: probably ooc Tom; Tom being a flustered boy; talk of humiliation/embarrassment; Reader plays quidditch; Tom is a bit of a stalker in this; obsession; flirting; teasing; Tom does not understand his feelings; awkward fluff

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Tom Riddle is Head Boy. The best of the best. Top of all his classes. The perfect prince of Slytherin. Unafraid and unfazed by anyone and everyone.

Except…

You.

He cannot stand you.

Not that he hated you, but that he literally can’t stand when you’re around.

His knees go all weak. His breathing catches in his throat. His face gets all hot. And worst of all, he stutters and trips over his words.

It’s horrible. A taint upon his perfect reputation.

Tom Riddle is weak around you.

And he can’t figure out why.

It starts with Herbology class in fifth year.

Tom is working with some particularly stubborn Chinese Chomping Cabbages when one of them gets loose. It lunges at Tom, biting and snapping.

And then…

It stops in midair. Still growling and chomping away.

But now it’s held firmly within your strong grasp. One hand, tightly gripping the back of the cabbage. Like it’s a Quaffle, instead of a deadly chomping plant.

You look at Tom. Offer him a warm smile. “Brutal things, huh? Gotta be a bit more careful, Riddle.”

Tom opens his mouth. Prepares to speak, probably to say something smooth and bitingly witty.

All that comes out it is a squeaky, “Thanks.”

It is mortifying. Humiliating. And Tom can feel his cheeks heating as you hand him back the cabbage. Your fingers brush, and it’s like a spark of electrifying feeling.

Unlike anything Tom has ever felt before.

Tom is a bit obsessed, though he’d never admit it.

Within two weeks of your first interaction, he’d tripped over himself twice, stuttered over his words four times, and messed up his Herbology projects several times.

He couldn’t figure it out. You were just you. An unnoticeable guy with a love for quidditch and a caring attitude. There was nothing impressive or particularly special about you at all.

And yet, he finds himself following you around.

In just small, unobtrusive ways at first. He starts watching you in class more. Starts memorizing your specific routes to and from classes. Even goes so far as to attend one of your quidditch practices.

You, of course, notice him in the stands. After practice is over, you fly over to him, giving him a cheery grin. “Hey, Riddle. Fancy seeing you here.”

Tom’s face immediately gets hot. He hadn’t meant for you to see him, and especially not for you to come talk to him. “Hi…”

He can’t get out more than that. His tongue feels thick in his mouth, his palms suddenly sweaty.

Why were you doing this to him?

“So,” you lean on your broom, giving him a playful look. “What’re you here for? Suddenly feeling the quidditch spirit?”

“N-No…” Tom gazes at you, unable to look away for some reason. There’s a bead of sweat rolling down your forehead. It’s immeasurably fascinating. “I’m here for you.”

And suddenly there’s nothing less interesting than your face. Tom feels hot. Utterly embarrassed. Why would such a thing even dare to leave his mouth?

You seem just as surprised, almost falling over as you lean against your broom. “You—“

You recover quickly, rubbing the back of your neck as you offer him a shy grin. “You came here to watch me?”

“I—“ He feels paralyzed, mind frozen. “Yes.”

A strange warmth blooms in his chest as he watches a faint pink creep into your cheeks. It makes him feel gooey, like the fresh cookies the house elves make.

“I— I have to go,” he stammers, his own face hot.

“Wait—“ you call out, but Tom is already stumbling down out of the stands.

As soon as he gets inside the castle, he’s leaning against a wall, burying his face in his hands. Of all the things to say…

The interaction had been terrible. A mess of embarrassment and weird warm feelings.

He vows to never let it happen again.

It only gets worse after that.

By the start of sixth year, Tom’s curse is well known among even his followers. Most are unimpressed or uncaring. A few dare to comment on it.

It’s Abraxas Malfoy who clues Tom into what’s going on, all with a dumb comment.

They’re in the library, searching through a book on dark magic when you walk up.

“Hey, Riddle.”

Tom’s head immediately snaps up, his palms already starting to sweat. “Hello.”

You smile at him and lean against the study table he’s at. “Busy studying?”

“I— yes. We’re looking for—“ Your smile widens and Tom loses his train of thought. “For…”

Abraxas, watching Tom with narrowed eyes, clears his throat. Tom snaps out of his daze with a burst of heat in his cheeks.

“It doesn’t matter,” he says hastily, the words spilling out of his mouth. “You wouldn’t be interested in it.”

You tilt your head, giving him an unusual look. “Try me. I might be more interested than you think.”

Tom’s face heats even more. Why…? There’s a hint to your voice, a glimpse of a meaning beyond your words. Something that makes his heart beat faster.

“It’s— It’s just magic,” he stammers, gazing up at you. You look back at him for a long moment.

Finally, you nod. “Alright. I get it.” You sound almost… disappointed. “Just magic.”

Abraxas pinches the bridge of his nose. Tom flounders, unsure what to say. What had he done wrong?

“You can join us! If— If you want…!” The words tumble from his lips, a stuttery mess.

You tilt your head. Give him a look. Tom wilts a bit. He’s never felt so helpless before.

But then you offer him a small smile, and his heart leaps in his chest.

“I have quidditch practice in a few minutes,” you say, rubbing the back of your neck. “So maybe next time. But thanks for the offer.”

You give him a little wink, and Tom’s face gets hot all over again. “Y-You’re welcome!”

He watches you leave, unable to look away until you’ve disappeared around a bookshelf.

There’s a long moment of silence. Then Abraxas clears his throat. “I thought the rumors were exaggerated about your little crush, but you really are just as madly in love with him as they claim.”

Tom blinks. He stares at him. “What?”

Abraxas raises an eyebrow. “What? It’s painfully obvious.”

“I’m… I’m not in love,” Tom scoffs. But there’s a sinking feeling in his chest. Was he…?

Of course not. There was no way. And yet…

It would explain the weak knees. The red faces. The stuttered words. His odd fascination with you.

All of it, possibly explained by a simple crush.

“I’m not in love,” Tom repeats firmly. “He’s just… interesting.”

Abraxas gives him a dubious look, but doesn’t say anything. He just shrugs and goes back to looking at the book they’d been reading.

Tom stares down at the pages of the book, but the words don’t make any sense to him. His mind’s a mess, bringing up every instance of weakness around you to try and disprove Abraxas’ words.

He can’t be in love. He’s untouchable. Perfect. Without weakness.

But the more his mind thinks, the more he has to admit. Something is going on with him around you.

And he’d determined to figure out what.

[mattyriddlegf]

The Stupid Closet (22)

Happy Sunday release day everyone! I really appreciate all of the love you guys have shown this story and I can't wait for the rest to come out! There's 35 chapters total!

enjoy

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A week later,  classes were back to normal and you didn’t feel near as much pressure as you had. It was nice to give your mind a break.

You're leaving your last class on Friday, talking to Michael Corner, a ravenclaw about your history of magic class.

“Hey I actually have a question for you” he mentions.

“If it’s about getting my notes again, you can forget it! Yours are just fine” you laugh, half joking. He had a tendency to get anxious about not taking good enough notes.

“No it’s not that. It actually doesn’t have to do with class…” he trails off.

“Oh…ok. What’s up?”

“Are you really dating Mattheo Riddle? If not, maybe we could have a study date?” He asks timidly.

“Oh Michael” you smile lightly, “I appreciate your offer but I am with Mattheo and…and it’s pretty serious” 

“Oh…” 

“Listen, I’ll see you in class next week and maybe we can study together but not as a date. How does that work?” You ask. You didn’t want to be rude and Michael has always been sweet to you.

“Ok sure. Thanks” he smiles lightly before walking away.

You felt kinda bad but it was so much fun to tell people you and Mattheo were together. You and Mattheo were in love.

You walk back to the slytherin house, switching out your books before heading to the library to meet with Draco. You normally didn’t meet on Fridays but you figured just an hour of doing homework wouldn’t hurt. That way, you had more free time over the weekend.

You and Draco work on transfiguration homework for a while until you finish the assignment and decide that that’s enough.

“Are we doing anything tonight as a group?” You ask.

“Probably not much since there’s a match tomorrow” ah yes, another quidditch match.

You walk back to the slytherin house together, talking about the most recent thing Potter did to annoy Draco, you always loved the entertainment.

You reach your dorm door and say goodbye as he walks to his. After you walk in, you go to your chest at the end of your bed and put your books away.

“Hey Pans” you say, seeing Pansy flipping through a magazine on her bed.

“Hey” she nonchalantly says before looking up, “uhm, have you talked to Mattheo?”

“No, not today, why?” You ask, turning your attention to her.

“You mean you haven’t heard?” She asks.

“Heard what? What is it?”

“Michael Corner? That ravenclaw? He got in a fight with Mattheo. He was getting fixed up in the hospital wing last I heard. Mattheo messed him up pretty good” she says before she flips to her next page.

You stand there, your brain not processing what she just said. Michael…got in a fight…with Mattheo? What?

“Uh, I’ll be back later” you say before leaving your dorm and walking to Mattheo’s dorm. 

You barge in and he’s in the bathroom, washing off his hand.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” You ask, already mad.

“Excuse me?” He turns the faucet off and walks towards you, “say that again.”

“What happened? Why did you beat up Michael?” Mattheo scoffs at your questions before replying.

“You mean your next date?” He asks, emphasizing the last word.

“You’ve gotta be joking Mattheo.” You laugh before continuing, “I turned him down.”

“Yeah I know.” He says simply like that wasn’t enough.

“Okay then what’s the problem? And how the hell do you even know?” You ask, irritated.

“Daphne heard and then told pansy and she let it slip.” He says. “You are not the problem, he was.”

“Mattheo I had it handled.” You raise your voice, “you had no right.”

“Fuck off” Mattheo says quietly before walking right around you and leaving the room.

You stand there, dumbfounded. You knew exactly where he was headed. As you walk out, Theo is walking in, “hey is everything ok?”

“Just fine Theo.” You say, following after Mattheo. You follow him up to the astronomy tower. When you reach the top, you see him lighting a cigarette.

“You can’t just walk away from me Mattheo. We need to talk about this.” You say crossing your arms, the late fall chill was settling in.

“I was just trying to help you. He needed to be put in his place” he says, blowing out smoke as he shrugs.

“I don’t need you to fight my battles for me. You were way out of line.” You yell back at him.

“I mean who even is the guy? He’s a mudblood anyways, he deserved a punch to the face” he says nonchalantly.

“That’s bathsit crazy Mattheo! You’re acting like your parents!” You say without even thinking. You regret it as soon as it leaves your mouth.

Mattheo looks at you, going dead in the eyes. He lets his cigarette burn, his arm hanging down.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that” you immediately say.

“Yeah you did.” He says quietly, putting out the cigarette, not even half used.

“Mattheo…” you didn’t know what to say. 

“Just leave. I don’t want you here.” Mattheo says, his voice raising just a bit.

“Matty come on…” you trail off. He couldn’t be serious.

He doesn’t say a word, he just stares at you. You cross your arms again, the cold suddenly hitting you.

“You’re gonna let me walk away?” You ask, hurt.

Again, no response. 

You start shaking your head, tears forming, “Fine. Don’t bother stopping by any time soon.” You say before you turn around and leave without looking back.

Did you just break up? You weren’t sure but either way it hurt.

You walk back alone to your dorm, pansy still there.

“Woah are you okay?”

“No.” You say simply. 

“What happened?” She asks, getting up.

“I don’t know, Mattheo and I got into a fight and I-” you wipe the silent tears off your cheeks, “I told him he was like his parents” 

“You what?” She hugs you for a moment and then backs away.

“I think we just broke up.” You say. You still weren’t sure.

“Honey. That boy is so in love with you, you just broke his heart saying that.” Pansy says, shrugging.

“I didn’t mean it, I was just so mad at him” you try to explain yourself.

“I think you both need to cool off for the night. You guys won’t get anywhere trying to talk tonight.” She replies before slipping her shoes on, “wanna go down to dinner with me?”

“Uh no, I’m gonna stay here. Thanks” you smile lightly, trying to signify you were ok but you absolutely were not. 

Pansy smiles back pitifully before leaving you alone to wallow. 

You felt terrible, you didn’t want to lose him over this. You didn’t want to lose him at all.

You sit down on your bed, just thinking for a while before your eyes get tired. Pansy hadn’t come back but you suspected she was trying to hang out with Draco. 

You lay down in bed for the night, drifting off to sleep soon after, still thinking about what you could say to Mattheo tomorrow.

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[mirusuchanne]

✦ Desperate for you, bunny ✦

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ʟᴏʀᴇɴᴢᴏ ᴢᴜʀᴢᴏʟᴏ ⌕ ᴛʜᴇᴏᴅᴏʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴛ ғᴀɴғɪᴄ!

You and 𝙝𝙞𝙢 were always enemies. Enemies with some deep connection, but nothing close to positive.

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎: smutt; drinking; mention of stalking; unknown gifts; unprotected sex.

A/N: this is my first fanfic on here, eagerly waiting for support!

𝑫𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒔: Y/n (Rawenclaw) and Theodore have been lovers, but their relationship got messed up after some accident of Nott with other Slytherin girl, which turned out 𝗡𝗢𝗧 to be true. They become enemies and Theodore starts 'hiding' from his ex in advance to do something else.. But then the carnival party which is only held once in 4 years is announced, and the plot twists backwards..

"Y'know about the carnival party right? In two days" Pansy asked me and I nodded.

"Yeah, and I also have a plan" I widened my face, which turned into a devilish smirk.

"Whats up?"

"Nott."

"Not what?" Parkinson asked again, with a slight confusion on her face.

"Theodore" I chuckled.

"WHAT?" She lost her complete control and coolness in less than a second. "Wait what are you even going to do?"

"Just a little teasing.. You know I gotta remind him who he lost"

"Oh come on.. THAT'S GOING TO BE SICK"

"I know" I laughed, she laughed too and our laughs mixed together turned into something harmonic, the early taste of karma itself.

"But you're kinda bitchy bitch for not telling me about your stupidly awesome plans earlier" she rolled her eyes.

"I know right" I added.

Many days had passed since our breakup few months ago, but I hadn't seen Theodore Nott. Not in the hallways, nowhere. Nowhere to be seen. Well, I did know his popular friend group was going to drag him into the carnival party, since it was only held once in 4 years. He wasn't going to miss the fun, just like me. I was going to meet him again after such a long time. I was going to prove to him that disappearing from my existence wasn't that easy. He was going to come back to me just like a little puppy. Just watch.

I hadn't even talked to him. I just heard rumours of him trying to get away from me. I even heard rumours of him stalking me, following me everywhere I went. I only got to see his silhouettes in the hallways, but he wasn't there the second I looked at the strange figure.

Next day when Y/n went to her dorm, she saw a strange gift next to her bed. She went to it, and carefully examined it.

Before actually letting her fingers to unwrap it, she quickly got back and thought.

"I'm a fucking idiot.. What if it's a death gift"

She watched it for hours, and when she couldn't bear the curiosity anymore, she just went to the present and unwrapped it, closing her eyes shut, hoping not to die. But actually, it was not a death gift. It was a dress.

Y/n swiftly took the box and put it on her bed. She took the dress and examined it. It was a very short, over revealing black dress with cut just above the chest and an enormous cut on the back. It had diamonds on the side. Y/n casted a spell. Those were real diamonds. Her eyes widened. She started searching for a note, looking for any sign of the gifter. And she found it, the note on the bottom of the box. Somebody had written with a messy handwriting:

'I can't imagine how sexy you'll look in that dress tomorrow.. Almost unbearable to fuck you just right here and there.'

Her eyes widened more. "Fuck" she thought. She was turned on. But she had never had official, so-called "sex" with Nott before. It seemed.. Weird, but also exciting for the extreme side of her. The side that wanted to make love with her ex.. The side that was scared to say it in other side's face, but really wanted to get fucked by him. The side that imagined a lot in the nighttime, but disappeared in the daytime.

The day passed. Y/n woke up the next day, and to her suprise, she was scared a little. She also had an odd feeling down her center, but she didn't know why. She was in a deep confusion.

Theodore p.o.v.

I just can't fucking take it anymore. I'm afraid she hates me. Afraid that we will never be able to make it out. We will never meet each other again after Hogwarts. I want to talk to her, I'm afraid that she'll dump me and go on with her life. I've never been so scared. I'm a fucking loser. I want to feel her lips, her soft flesh, her ass, her hips, her soft waist, her wetness again. I want to hear her screaming my name, moaning in my ear, biting my earlobe, squealing to me to not stop, coming on my fingers. But I'm afraid I won't feel that anymore. Only thing I do is hiding from her and watching her every move, flinching every time I see her with another guy. And beating the shit out of every guy who even talks to her. Then watching her as she's wondering why her little date didn't come, why did she see her 'date' in the hospital, with his face full of blood and body full of bruises the next day? It was all me. I've gone possessive and obsessive over her. She has possessed me. I'm going all in today. Chatting her up will end into her acceptance, and who knows, wild sex? I'm up for it too. Or else, I am going to fucking kill myself. I'm gonna please her the way, make her feel the way nobody has ever had. I'm going to reach and touch the places in her body, that nobody has ever even known about.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦.

At the carnival party (yn POV)

I looked around the whole Hall, as I gripped my hips and looked down at my dress in disbelief, because I actually wore it. The dress some stranger told me to wear. The fucking amazing dress which wasn't as appropriate for the carnival party.

All my friends left.. To fuck and make out with their boyfriends or one night stands. And I was left alone. I just decided to go up to the counter and drink as many as I could. I ordered one, two, three, wait, now six? Seven, Eight.. I slowly turned out to be gone all blank, but to my suprise, I didn't faint. I did not even see 𝘩𝘪𝘮 anywhere, which upsetted me the most. I swallowed everything by myself.

I was going to raise my hand for another drink, but somebody came up to me and said with a deep voice:

"Try this" and handed me a cup. I just took it without hesitation and let it run down my throat in one single gulp. The stranger lightly chuckled out of suprise.

I tried to raise my hand for another shot, but he took my hand and stopped me.

"Relax, it will be too much for you, bunny"

The nickname.. It was familiar. Something Theo used to call me. But I probably couldn't think that way in that moment. My brain couldn't filter the information. It just swallowed everything and left me without a single conclusion. I looked up at the figure. He had his face painted.

"Nice mask, I like it" I looked down at my hands. I couldn't even recognize my own hands.

"Thank you, gorgeous" he chuckled lightly. "And since when are gorgeous girls like you out here, all alone on the carnival party? Where are your friends?"

"Hooking up" I looked up at him. I noticed his eyes getting dangerously low and dark as he asked:

"And why aren't you hooking up with anyone? I'm sure many guys want to.. Do stuff with you."

"I'm not here to fuck" I felt myself get more sensitive and emotional as I felt tears form in my eyes, followed with them streaming down my face the next minute.

"Then why are you here, huh, principessa?" He took my face and caressed my cheeks with his fingers. I noticed his perfect eyelashes, laying on his perfect eyes lightly. It was like falling in love with first sight. But the familiar firey scent was telling me otherwise: it was 𝘯𝘰𝘵 the first sight.

"Fuck.. You're familiar" I mumbled and closed my eyes.

"I might be" he whispered.

"Do I know you?" I asked.

It was silence.

"Tell me the truth" I added firmly, still having my eyes closed.

"Yes, you do. And I can't stop thinking about you" he said in a deep voice, already waiting for my response.

"I can't stop thinking about you too.. My mind is in chaos right now" I whispered again.. It was such an erotic whisper, I got surprised by myself.

"Y/n..you're fucking turning me on, bunny" he groaned and his grip tightened on my waist. I didn't even remember when he laid his hands there. The next moment he was gripping my hips.. Going down my ass as I felt the touch. Finally I recognized the touch and I whispered:

"Theodore.. Shit"

I fainted. It was the end of the party for me. Only thing I knew was that I finally found him, he was always right next to me.

I woke up in the morning. I was in my dorm. Familiar. But the thing that was more familiar was something I lost from my eyes the day before. I didn't want to lose him, since now we both knew that we wanted each other. Or maybe the feeling wasn't mutual? I just gulped and stood up. I was in my pajamas. I looked around and realized, it wasn't my fucking dorm.

"Good morning, principessa" the familiar deep voice said. I squealed and ran to the door, just to bump right into him. He had just showered, and had a towel wrapped around his lower waist, revealing his v-line. His hair was wet, and water was dripping down from it on his back and chest slowly. He noticed me looking at his abs hungrily and smirked.

"My eyes are up here" he said. I couldn't NOT say it, so I answered:

"Fuck, your eyes are much more difficult to look at"

it was probably the best compliment I had ever given to him. He looked at me with a serious expression and said:

"You are fucking driving me crazy"

He went up to me and cought my chin, looking at my eyes and after acknowledging my acceptance, taking his tongue inside of my mouth, exploring every single inch.

"Why did you hide from me.. " I said in between the thursts of his tongue in my mouth.

"Because I was gone nuts about you, and I still am.. I was afraid of losing that pretty little face, bunny, do you understand?" He was desperate, but I was more needy for his touch. I quickly undressed.

"I do, Theo" I whispered in my erotic tone.

"Just let me do some things to you right now, principessa" he unwrapped his towel and revealed his already hung member. I gulped when I looked at it, and looked back at him. His eyes were mesmerizing.

I took my hands to my pajamas to undress and asked:

"Did I faint?"

"Yeah, You did. Don't worry, I didn't see anything, I changed your clothes with a spell. You still might be wearing a bra" he smirked.

"Well.. I am yours, I always was, so you could do that too" I said as I took my shirt off. His eyes wandered around me. His smirk widened and he asked:

"Do what, principessa?"

"Undress me with your bare hands."

"Fuck.. Bunny you just keep suprising me" he said and went in closer, I could feel his hot breath on my collarbones. I started unclasping my bra but he stopped me.

"No, let me.." His eyes were still glued to my eyes, and his hands went to the back of my bra and started unclasping it.

This process was so peaceful and slow, but it was also eating me from the inside. We both wanted to make this special for both of us. It was full of contact, full of love.

He finally removed my bra and looked at my already swollen nipples, my breasts bounced a bit which made him smirk and I blushed from embarrassment. He was admiring my every move.

I laid back on bed and looked at him as he went up to me and removed my shorts, then underwear. I was fully naked, laying in front of him.

His harmonic eyes went in complete chaos, wandering all over my body, praising me and shining every time they went to my glimsing centre.

"You are a goddess, mio caro" he whispered against the inside of my thigh. I flinched and moaned out as he started sucking and kissing.

He sucked on my nipple and massaged the other one. He went to my core then, teasing my clit. He entered me with his tongue. I looked at him with my mouth slightly open, gasping for air as he did unbelievably pleasurable things to me.

"So wet for me" I blushed as he said that. It was true.

"You're so soft and delicious, bunny" he whimpered in my ear, squeezing my breasts tightly. I moaned again, signaling him for more. Once I was wet enough, he took my hands and put them above my head.

"I am going to enter you right now, tell me if you want to stop" I nodded at him and he slowly traced his tip on my cunt up and down, making me shiver and wanting more already. I was hungry for him, we were 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 for each other.

He slowly entered me and groaned, and once it was fully in, he slammed it inside and started fucking my like it was the last thing he got to do in his life.

I moaned, squirmed, squealed and he groaned, fucking me like an animal. he whimpered between his strong thrusts "Sei così perfetta, principessa" (ᥡ᥆ᥙ ᥲrᥱ ⍴ᥱr𝖿ᥱᥴ𝗍, ⍴rіᥒᥴᥱss). Even though I couldn't understand Italian, his words caught me off guard, made me blush and go crazy, moaning and yelling his name as he fucked me like an eclipse hit us.

"Fuck.. I am coming, Theo" I moaned out as I noticed my stomach was curling into a tight string.

"Scream my name as you come, bunny" he whispered, he was holding in his cum too, waiting for me this whole time. "You can come" he said and I released while screaming his name like it was the only thing I've ever heard of. He pulled out his cock, erecting on my face and tits.

"You're so fucking perfect" he mumbled once again while caressing my collarbone and breasts.

I smiled and said "I love you". His face became all red as he answered " I love you more, bunny. Now let me clean my principessa up, I'm not leaving you like this"

I smiled even more as he took me by my waist, in his arms.

[boysinmaidoutfits]

I could have you, Couldn’t I?

Part III. (The last one)

Theodore Nott x Reader

Thank you so much for the support, and i hope you guys like the last part of this series! I’ll keep you guys updated with more stories, let me know if you have any suggestions or head canons you’d want me to write. Wishing you all well and love yalll!💚

warnings ‼️: slight smut, mention of drugs and alcohol.

I stepped into the Slytherin house, green lights and smoke covering the whole place, music blasting through the speakers. I had a simple yet sexy costume on, i was wearing a black angel costume, a mini skirt with thighs that reached up to my middle thigh the top decorated with lace, I had a black corset on which hugged my body perfectly. My black high heeled boots clicked against the tile floor as I made my way to the party, my black little wings swaying on my back. Everyone was drunk already, some of them were even doing drugs, smoking weed, making out on the couch or the hallways, it was just how every Slytherin party went down in history. I made my way to the table and mixed up a strong drink i needed something for courage after all.

I made my way to the dance floor and i started swaying my hips, running my hands along my body to the music. I felt hot, guys all over the room staring at me with need and fire in their eyes. A pair of blue eyes pierced through the crowd staring right at me, it got my attention, a dangerously handsome Theodore painted as a skeleton. He was wearing his black suit with a red tie, he looked so sexy I could barely tear my eyes away from him. I felt a pair of hands ghosting on my waist slowly and teasingly sliding down to my hips, Theodore’s hands. “You’re looking breathtaking bellezza” He lets out a low groan as I push my back against him, dancing to the music still. I felt his hot breath against my neck whispering to me, his words poured out like honey “Mi stai rendendo le cose difficili(you’re making it difficult for me)” His italian made my legs tremble, my stomach tied in a knot, a good kind of knot, I turned my head looking into his eyes our faces awfully close to each other. “Making what difficult?” I looked up at him with doe eyes acting dumb, a sly smirk appeared on his face as he spun me around grabbing my chin. I felt his stronge woody cologne mixed with a hint of cigarette fill my nostrils. I never wanted a man so much.”Let me show you bellezza” He leaned down, his fingers dancing down from my chin to my neck grabbing it softly. “Gotta feel you baby, your lips on mine again..” he breathed out, and that’s when I knew he remembered, just as much as I remembered, the feeling of his lips on mine haunting me to this day. “Theodore…” I breathed out, I needed to feel his lips on mine immediately, I couldn’t bear it anymore. “Use your words topolino..(little mouse)” “Kiss me Theo, make a mess out of me, make the air disappear from my lungs” I whispered, my lips inches away from his as my hot breath lingered on his lips. I was driving him crazy, and I knew I only had this effect on him. “Oh you wanna be a mess?” He smirked down at me. “I’ll take care of that..” he grabbed my hand dragging me along the crowded room and leading me to the hallway, the music fading, the green lights and the smoke was still present as the chilly air hit me, but my body was burning, i needed him desperately. He pushed me up against the wall taking one of my legs and pulling it up to his waist. “No running now topolino..” he breathed hot against my lips, his lips brushing against mine in a soft yet aggressive way, he pressed his lips against mine in a teasing and fierce kiss. He groaned against my lips pushing himself against me, I couldn’t get enough of him. I folded my arms around his neck pulling him closer, my fingers found its way to his hair tangling in it. I parted my lips his tongue sliding into my mouth, exploring it demanding to taste every inch of it. I let out a soft moan and to that he let out a soft groan, pulling back slightly.”Fottere..(fuck) you’re driving me mad baby..” he presses a kiss against my lips again, his hands travelling upon my thighs squeezing it. His touch sent shivers down my spine. He pulled back and kissed down my neck, nibbling and biting my skin, leaving marks. He kissed along my jawline and then he attacked my lips again. We were on each other like animals, i was grabbing onto him, my legs found their way around his waist as he grabbed onto my ass supporting my weight. He squeezed every inch of me as he claimed my body with his hands. “Theo..” I breathe out between kisses and he pulls back looking at me “I could have you bella… couldn’t I?” He asked looking at me, his eyes flicking down to my lips and then back up to my eyes again. I groan softly, kissing him pouring all my emotions into the kiss. “I’ll take that as a yes..” he chuckles as he pressed a quick peck on my lips.”As you should..” I breathe out, our foreheads pressed against each other, our eyes not breaking contact even for a second. Our lips both puffy from the make out session we just shared, he smirked down at me looking at my swollen lips and the hickeys he left on my neck as he chuckles darkly.”il mio bel pasticcio..(my beautiful mess)”

[wowzah2nd]

The Lioness and her Serpent lover: A forbidden love story (Draco Malfoy x reader)

A Siblings Dilemma

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 3.5, part 4

word count: 2.9k

Everyone was still surprised to see you and Draco hanging out so often some were shocked, some had no opinion, somewhere even okay with it but there were other who definitely didn't agree or tolerate it.

After a few hours you ended up falling asleep even though there may have been a murderer hiding around the castle. You were still pretty tired but were also confident that if they were in the castle the professors would do everything to protect their students. After a long night you finally woke up as you were adjusting yourself you realised there was a hand over your hips, it was Dracos, you quickly had a look around to see if anyone had seen, luckily everyone was still asleep so you slowly took his hand off your hip. But as you were doing so Draco finally woke up and in a whispered voice greeted you a good morning.

Draco: Good morning there love You blushed as the nickname as always but more so being shy since what if someone saw Y/N: Draco what if someone sees or hears us

Draco: Don't worry were being quite plus no one is awake yet, plus i've never been able to wake up next to you before

At this point he had pulled you into his chest and buried your head into his chest so he couldn’t turn even more red. Which made him laugh seeing you so shy since you were always somewhat confident and outspoken.

Draco:If this is what my future looks like i can’t wait

You then pulled you face away from his chest to look up at him

Y/N: you’ve thought about having a future with me?

Draco: Of course I have, even before we dated I may have day dreamed a bit here and there

You giggled at his admission it was good to know he was as in love with you as you were with him

Y/N: let get up thought and maybe pull ourselves a part before someone sees

He gave out a reluctant sigh practically say “fine then”, you pulled yourselves apart

After a couple more minutes everyone started to wake up as well. Once everyone was awake everyone was given the okay to head back to their dormitories to get ready for classes for the day. One of the first classes you had was defence against the dark arts which as always you were excited for. Ater getting changed and readying your things for the day you head into the great hall to eat breakfast. You decided to sit with the twins Fred and George Weasley today since you were always friendly with them, same thing with Lee Jordan. As you sat down you were immediately bombarded with questions by the twins and lee as always was there for the show.

Fred: so i heard you in a bit of a tiff with your brother

George: His a bit of a git so i bet it was his fault

Fred and George: so what did he do?

He gave out a long sigh they were my friends so they did deserve to know

Y/N: they think that Draco's only friends with me to get to him, which i think is so self absorbed of him. He does know im a potter too right

The twins looked at each other then back at me

George: I mean it's strange he is friends with you

Fred: you gotta admit the serpent prince and our Lioness princess

Fred and George: An odd combo if you ask anyone

Fred: but knowing you, you know how to pick friends and if anyone did mess with you they get hell for it

George: So we definitely know he’s being friends with you cause he wants to

you were a bit annoyed that they agreed with Harry but if you looked at it from an outside view it did look a bit strange to gryffindor and slytherin friends. Unheard of,even though you hated the stigma it was so rude

Y/N: Well I'm glad you guys can at least see I know how to pick my friends but until Harry does i'm not speaking to him. Also can you guys stop calling me the Lioness princess you've been doing that for years now and people won't stop calling me that

They both laughed, at first the nickname was a joke towards your temper being like a lions but after awhile the nickname ended up sticking and now your stuck with it

Y/N: you two are insufferable

After finishing your food you notice draco had finished his as well and was making his way towards you

Draco: hey you done eating breakfast

Y/N: yeah i am, why?

Draco: wanna go to class together?

Y/N: Sure thing, let me grab my things

You picked up your bag and said goodbye to the twins as you were getting up from the table. You noticed everyone's faces from your house in shock that draco came to you. You weren’t really bothered but you were bothered at the expression you brother was making. If he'd just apologise things would go back to normal

As you were walking to your class Draco was looking around as if checking if anyone was following you two. Once he knew no one could see you he gave you a quick hug and kiss on the forehead

Y/N: what was that for

Draco: can’t i just miss my girlfriend

Y/N: you were literally just cuddling with me this morning

Draco then gave you a look that said yes and, you gave out a sigh he was just so silly and you loved it

Y/N: whatever i missed you too anyway

You then got on your tippy toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek

Draco: i think you missed love

Y/N: what did i miss

You said teasingly, draco was clingy at times which would surprise anyone if they knew, draco then grabbed your waist to pull you closer to him

Draco: A proper kiss on the lips

You gave out a sarcastic sigh, but complied and gave him a kiss on the lips, once you pulled away you could see his stupid grin starting to form

Y/N: come on let's head to class before YOU make us late

You walked ahead of him, he waited a bit before following after him

As you entered the class, you knew something was off since professor Lupin wasn’t there to greet the class, as everyone got into their seats while sitting next to draco. You were surprised that professor Snape had entered the class. He walked towards the front of the class closing all the windows to darken the room, soon as he wa front and centre he let the students know

Snape: turn to page 394

Timeskip ( brought to you by my laziness)

To say the class was quite odd was an understatement.

You and draco left the class wondering why you had to write about werewolves when the topic wouldn’t come up till a week from now. Then snape gave you homework to write 2 rolls worth of parchment about werewolves. It really ticked you off. After classes had finished for the day draco asked you take spend time with him at the astronomy tower and who were you to deny him of your company, you laughed a bit. Dinner was now over and you made your way towards the astronomy tower. You knew draco was already there so you tried to hurry as to not make him wait any longer as you got up to the top you noticed some lights and as you got closer you say a blanket with some pillows as well as some lit candles around it. And there you saw draco standing there waiting for your arrival

Draco: Surprise

Y/N: w-whats all this

Draco: well i thought i would do something nice for you, i know your still a bit sad about your brother so i thought i'd cheer you up

You were left speechless at the scene everything was beautiful and perfect and you couldn't ask for anything else

Y/N: thank you darling this means so much to me, you have no idea

Draco: i'd do anything to make you happy love

The whole night you just star gazed and talked about what you wanted to do once you were older and a little bit about the future. Which excited you a lot for what was to come next. As the night went on it was starting to get late and you had to part way, you helped draco pack everything up and put it all away in an enchanted back he had that could fit it all in. He also decided to walk you back to you common room.

Y/N: thank you for tonight draco i loved every bit of it

Draco: anything to make you smile like that everyday my love

Luckily for you when you went back to your common room, everyone was asleep which saved you time from explaining where you had been. But for Draco it was a different.

Draco Pov

After a wonderful evening with y/n i headed back to my common room expecting everyone to be asleep i made no attempt to sneak in but i was sorely mistake when i see pansy arms crossed sitting on one of the couches.

Pansy: where have you been

I gave out an annoyed sigh

Draco: that not really you business pans

Pansy: You were out with her weren’t you?, why are you always spending time with her she’s a filthy mudblood

As I was heading to my dorm room I stopped as soon as i heard what pansy said and turned around and marched towards her and got right up her face.

Draco: don't you ever call her that again, i don't care what you call anyone else but you do not call her that ever and if i ever hear you or anyone for that matter call her that i will personally deal with you myself

She looked at me shock and confused as to why i would defend her, if she knew i could be in big trouble or worse y/n could get hurt

Pansy:b-but

Draco: no buts or else

She didn't say anything after that i assumed she got the message but i would be sorely mistaken later on.

Y/N Pov

it was now the next day and today was the quidditch match, it worried you a bit since you brother was playing in such bad weather and even though you two were in a fight you still worried of his safety

as the game went on you noticed that harry had found the snitch and was heading far up into the sky to try and catch it to the point he was no longer in view it was a while till you noticed he was falling. everyone was gasping seeing harry fall and you thought your brother wasn't going to make it but thank merlin Dumbledore casted a spell to allow for him to slowly decent onto the ground. harry was immediately take to the hospital wing and you followed along everyone else.

you were waiting for a bit until he had finally woken before anyone could say anything you flung yourself to your brother

Y/N: i thought i had lost you was so worried for you

harry a bit shock you were there did hug you back

Y/N: hey, are you okay does your head hurt, did i hurt you, maybe i should be madam pompfrey

But before i could the twins grabbed me

Fred: i think his fine

George: just think his a bit in shock seeing you here since

Fred: yeah know, your fighting

duh no wonder he was surprised but it kinda made you sad why wouldn't he think i wouldnt be there for him even though you were fight he was your only family of course your would be there for him. but the moment of silence was broke by ron being ron

Ron: he looks a bit peaky doesn't he

Fred and George ( cause i can't tell them apart) peaky?, what do you expect?, he fell over 100 feet, come on Ron lets walk you off the astronomy tower and see what you look like

Y/N: stop it you three

Fred,George and Ron: Sorry

Y/N: hey how are you feeling

Harry: never better

he said in a sarcastic tone

Y/N: seems like your alright if you can joke about

you started to laugh, but harry didn't seem to be in a joking mood

Harry: What are you doing her any way

this left you a bot speechless, same with everyone else in the room

Y/N: i came her to see if my BROTHER was okay, i was worried

He scoffed

Harry: well as you can see i'm okay, you can go now

you just stared at him in shocked, is he being serious right now he nearly died and he wants to shoo me off

Harry: are you deaf, GO

You picked you thing and left, with tears in your eyes, Hermione tried to follow you but you heard harry tell her to let you go and she did, some friends you had

after that you went straight to your room and found the book Draco had gifted you to talk to him when ever you couldn't find him in person

Book Pov Y/N: Draco where are you Draco: in my common room, why? Y/N: i really need to see you please Draco: come to the Slytheirn common room entrance ill wait for you there Y/N: okay ill see you soon

you shut the book and grabbed some stuff to maybe sleep over if you could as well as thing you may beed for the next day, you ran to the Slytherin common room and once the entrance was in view you saw draco standing there waiting for you. once you saw him you immediately ran into his arm bursting into even more tears

Draco: what happen?

Y/N: my brother h-he-

Draco: hey hey hey, deep breathes

you did what he said and suddenly you felt like you could breathe again, you didn't even realise you were struggling to breath

Draco: before you tell me what happen why don't we go to my dorm and talk there

you didn't respond only nodded

he lead your through the common room and you were both getting lost of stares especially from pansy but you didn't care, you had no energy to care right now. once you were in his dorm he lead you towards his bed and sat you down

Draco: Now tell me what happen

he took a seat right next to you wrapping his arms around you for comfort

Y/N: he pushed me away, even though i was so worried that he could have died he pushed me away and told me to go... he could have died and he decided to let this fight still go on and be petty

you started to cry again. draco wasn't to sure what to say so instead he comforted you by hugging you and gave you forehead kisses

Y/N: can i stay her for tonight

Draco was about to ask you if you wanted to but seems like you beat him to it

Draco: of course you can

but then something else made you re think the idea even thought you were ready for a sleepover

Y/N: wait what about your roommates

Draco: i don't have any

you swiftly turned your head to look at him shocked and surprised, you then decided to have a look around the room and he was right he had no roommates it seemed he had a room to him self. having a queen size bed, a bed bench, his own closet, fire place and couches

Y/N: must be nice having rich boy privileges

you said with a bit of a laugh, hearing you joke made Draco happy since it showed that you were starting to be okay again but he coudl still hear the sadness in your voice

Draco: it had its perks

after just sitting on his bed and hugging him you both decided it was time to get some sleep, crying really made you tired Draco insisted you take his bed which made you feel bad, you tried to tell him you both could share it but was told that he had nosey friends who didn't know how to knock. you both didn't wanna risk the relationship being outed so you decided this was the best way to go.

Before going to bed him self he sat onn the bed next to you while you were laying down

Draco: you know i love you right

Y/N: of course i do, why would you say that?

Draco: i'm worried that you might start thinking that i dont after what harry said, and i just wanted to reassure you before had that i do, and i won't stop loving you for any reason

you put your hand to gently cup his cheek and started to stroke it lovingly

Y/N: how did i get so lucky to have someone like you love me

Draco: i don't know, must be fate i guess

you both laughed at the statement, you cupped the back of his neck to pull him in for a goodnight kiss

Y/N: i love you Draco

Draco: i love you too Y/N

after that you fell right asleep, Draco kissed your forehead then made sure you were warm and covered with his blanket before making his way to the couch to rest for the night.

[sunnyie-eve]

4 | Happy Christmas

Series: Little Things

Paring: Mattheo Riddle x OFC Potter!

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Might be a few mistakes

| MASTERLIST |

"Who do you think will win todays Quidditch match?" Enzo asks as we eat breakfast. 

"Slytherin. They've been winning for years." Draco says like it's so obvious. 

"Yeah, but Gryffindor has my brother now as their seeker." I shrug my shoulders. 

"You doubting your house?" Flint slams his hands on the table beside me startling me. 

"I was ju-," 

He cuts me off, "Just betraying your house? You're already a blood traitor being a half blood and caring for non purebloods. You shouldn't be in this house. You're just a-," He gets cut off. 

"Mr. Flint." Professor Snaps walks up to us. 

"Professor." He stands up straight and leaves the great hall. Snape nods his head at me then goes over to Harry. 

"You okay?" Willow asks me. 

"Yeah." I nod my head and stay quite eating my food.

Later when it was time for the match I don't join the group so I could sit by myself. "You know how hard it was to fine you?" Mattheo sits next to me. 

"I wanted to be alone." I sigh. 

"I know but we gotta stick together." He nudges me. 

"Why do you say that?" I ask him as the game starts. 

"You're my friend. The first friend I made so you are more special than the others. Plus we keep some things a secret." He says as we watch the match. 

"We don't know that much about each other." I laugh. 

"But I feel like you won't judge me for my background. Who my parents are." I look at him looking down. 

"You still haven't told me who they are." I remind him. 

"I can't say it. I made a promise with Dumbledore coming in. You don't know how hard it was to convince him to let me come here." He chuckles. 

"They were that bad?" He nods his head. "Well, I don't care because you aren't like them. You are your own self. And I like who Mattheo Riddle is." I make him smile. I look back up and see Harry jerking around on his broom. "Harry!" I jump up. "What's going on with his broom stick?" I ask worried. 

"Someone is jinxing his broom." Mattheo tells me as Slytherin's start to laugh at him as he hands on dangling. 

After sometime Harry gets back in making me let out a sigh of relief. "He's got the snitch!" They announce making the other houses cheer except Slytherin. 

"Cheer on the inside." Mattheo whispers to me making me laugh. 

"Oh, I am." He shakes his head at me.

-

I'm no time it was Christmas break and most students were going home to spend it with their families. "How come your aren't going home?" I ask Mattheo as we sit in the great hall playing card games. 

"Our deal with Dumbledore says I have to stay here the whole time. Why aren't you going home?" He asks putting down his card. 

"Our aunt and uncle hate us. Oh, I win." I stick my tongue out at him. 

"Oh, Hazel... You're gonna help Harry look for information on Nicholas Flamel, right?" Hermione walks up to us. 

"We've looked a hundred times." I whine. 

"You are just like Ron." She rolls her eyes. "As I just told them... Not in the restricted section. Happy Christmas to the both of you." She leaves us. 

"I think you've had a bad influence on her." Mattheo makes me laugh. 

"Maybe. See told you me being here was going to mess me up." I joke with him.

"Hazel, come here." I look back at Harry playing chess. 

"Come on." I motion for Mattheo to follow me to Harry and Ron. 

"She tell you all what she just told us?" Harry asks. 

"Yeah, keep looking but try the restricted area." I lean against the table. 

"I told Hazel she's had a bad influence in her." Mattheo tells them. 

"I said the same thing about Harry and I." Ron laughs. 

"We'll keep me updated. I'm gonna go to my dorm. See you guys tomorrow." I pat the top of their heads leaving. 

When we get to our dorm we each go change into something else to be lazy in, in the common room. "I just realized neither of us have any roommates while they're away." Mattheo laughs as we plop onto the sofa. "What's one of your biggest secret people don't know about you?" Mattheo asks as we stare at the fire. "Our secret." He puts out a pinky so I take it.

"Harry and I can telepathy talk to each other." I say making him look at me. 

"So you both are telepathic?" He tilts his head. 

"Harry can't don't any of it with anyone else, but I can if I try to work on it. I don't though because I read that it can be troubled and I can hurt my head." I explain to him. 

"That's cool." 

I nod my head, "What's yours?" I lean closer to him to nudge him. 

"I'm telling you this because I trust you... My mother is Bellatrix Lestrange." I was taken back because I read about her when I was catching up on what happened with the dark wizards. 

"She's... I'm...wow..." I was speechless then smile a little. "I appreciate how you really trust me to tell that."

He just looks at me, "I just feel really comfortable with you." 

I lean over giving him a hug, "I feel really comfortable with you too, Mattheo." 

We both lay on the sofa and just talk till we both pass out on it. "Hazel, we should go to bed." I hear him while he shakes me. 

"Yeah." I rub my eyes walking to my room. 

"Goodnight." We tell each other going to bed in our rooms. It was nice to have Mattheo as a friend. Out of all the guys I felt most comfortable with him because I feel like he wouldn't judge me.

///

Mattheo gets dressed going to the common room but sees Hazel was still in bed. He walks over to the tree and finds his gift and opens it. Here's exactly what you wanted. Happy. Christmas. The note says and he smiles to himself going to wake Hazel up. "Hazel, wake up." He pokes her. "Get up. I'm all alone." The poking turns into shaking. 

"Five more minutes." She groans. 

"Fine." He sighs setting one of the parts of his gift on her dresser before leaving. 

Hazel groans not being able to fall back into a good sleeping stage so she sits up rubbing her eyes. She looks around the empty room then her eyes land on the gift on her dresser. Picking it up she opens it to see a white rope bracelet that said pinky promise. She smiles to herself put it on her left wrist and gets up going to the common room.

"What happened to five more minutes?" Mattheo laughs at her. 

"I couldn't fall back asleep so I had to get up. Thank you so much for ruining my sleep." She roll her eyes jumping onto the sofa next to him. "Also thank you for the gift. And how the hell did you get up to the girls dorm?" She puts out her arm showing it off. 

"I'm not telling you trick and you're welcome." He puts out his showing her a matching one but black. "And it does this." He puts his hand closer to hers and shows the little dangly part connects with his because it was a magnet. "Happy Christmas, Hazel." They put their arms down. 

"Happy Christmas, Mattheo. I should go see Harry. Do you wanna come with me?" She asks getting up. 

"Nah, go see your brother." She nods her head leaving the Slytherin common room going up to the Gryffindor's. 

"Can you tell Harry Potter to come out?" She asks the painting. Soon the painting opens and Harry pulls her in. "I don't think we are allowed to go into other common rooms." She tells Harry. 

"I don't care, you're my sister. Oh and Ron's mom put your sweater in with mine." Harry hands her a homemade sweater.

"It's weird getting presents from others." She tell them. 

"I know. Also look at this." Harry uses a cloak then disappears. 

"An invisibility cloak." Her jaw drops. 

"It didn't say who it was from. Just that it was dads. I'm gonna use it to go into the restricted area in the library at night." Harry lets her know. 

"Hopefully you find something. I should get back to Mattheo because we are the only ones in the Slytherin house here. Happy Christmas." She hugs Harry then waves to Ron leaving. 

When she get backs to Mattheo they kinda just lounge around bored for the whole day together. "We do it all over again tomorrow?" Mattheo jokes at they head to their rooms. 

"Duhh. Night, Matty." She stops looking back at him. 

"Night, Hazie." He smiles back.

While Hazel was sleeping in her room alone, Harry sneaks in walking her up with Ron. "What the hell?" She sits up. 

"You gotta see this. Trust me." He pulls his sister out of her bed. 

"Hurry up so we can go back to sleep." Ron groans tired. 

Harry get all three of them under the cloak and takes the to the room with the mirror. "Come look. It's our parents." Harry rushes over to the mirror. 

"I only see us." Ron tell him. 

"Look in properly. Go on, stand there." Harry lets Ron go first but Ron just sees himself as the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain and Head Boy, holding up the Quidditch Cup. 

"Harry, do you think this mirror shows the future?" Ron asks him. 

"How can it? Both my parents are dead. Hazel see if you can see them." Harry places her in front of it.

She sighs looking into the mirror but doesn't see her parents just an older version of her and Mattheo holding each other tight. "I don't see them." She stares at the mirror confused. 

"What do you see?" Ron asks. 

"Umm... I'm just hugging someone." She tells them. "I'm going back to bed. If I get caught, I get caught." She leaves them thinking about looking up the mirror tomorrow in the library.  

The next morning while she was looking through books Mattheo shows up. "Thought I'd find you here." He takes a seat. 

"Found it!" She reads the passage. 

"The Mirror of Erised." She reads out loud. 

"Erised?" Mattheo repeats. 

"Desire backwards. The mirror shows the deepest, most desperate desire of your heart." Hazel nods her head.

"Did you come across this mirror?" He asks her. 

"Harry took me and Ron to it last night because he saw our parents. I didn't see them." She closes the book. 

"What did you see?" He asks curious. 

"Us older hugging. I think it could be because all I've ever wanted was for someone who wasn't Harry to care and be there for me." I sigh getting up putting up the book. 

"I do care about you so... I guess you want a friend who will be there for a long time." He follows her. 

"I guess I do." She sighs with her back facing him.

///

"I had you looking in the wrong section. How could I be so stupid?" Hermione slams a book on the table and it lands on Harry's hand making me giggle at his pain. "I checked it out weeks ago for a bit of light reading." Hermione sits down. 

"This is light?" Ron asks her so she gives him a look. 

"You barely like reading the paper. And that is very light." I give him a look. 

"You watch me in the mornings?" He raises an eyebrow. 

"When I'm bored I look around the whole room. Continue Hermione." I tell her so she does. 

She reads to us that he made the stone and that's what what Fluffy is guarding. "You going to meet us outside to go to Hagrid at night?" Harry asks me. 

"Yeah, I'll sneak out. See you later." I get up leaving the table.

"Boo!" Theo jumps out startling me. 

"You're so funny." I roll my eyes walking again and this time Draco pops out. 

"I hate you guys." I walk again and Mattheo pops out. I just sigh glaring at him. "Is Enzo next?" I ask and he comes out upset. "Next time you think about scaring me don't do it all in one go. Do it throughout the day. Be smart not dumb." I explain to them. 

"I tried telling them." Pansy shakes her head then leaves with her group of girls. 

"You find anything out?" Mattheo asks me. 

"Yeah." I keep it short since the guys were walking behind us.

When it was time for bed I make sure to quietly sneak out to go meet the three to go to Hagrid's. At Hagrid's he tries to shoo us away but we tell him we know about the Scorcer's stone so he lets us in. Harry explains that he thinks Snape is still after the stone, so Hagrid said Snape is one of the teacher protecting it. 

"Hagrid is that an dragon egg?" I ask as he set it in the table. 

"Yes... I won it off a stranger I met down at the pub." He tells us as the egg starts to shake and crack. 

"That's a Norwegian Ridgeback." Ron says telling us his brother works with them. 

"Who's that?" We all turn to window to see Draco. 

"Malfoy." Harry and I say together. 

"I swear he was asleep" I groan as we all walk back walking into McGonagall.

"Good evening." She gives us a look while Draco and Mattheo step out. I glare at him wondering why would he snitch on me.

[iove33]

Fem!Reader x D.M.

(Yall im not British so the most British your gonna get from me is the occasional “bloody hell”)

“Fuck “ I muttered getting up from bed turning off the annoying ass alarm that went off every day (other than the days I faked sick or was ac sick 😁) * I rubbed my eyes walking to my closet grabbing the uniform and heavy robe throwing it into my bed , I sat down at my vanity putting brushing my hair after taking them out of the heat less curler I had used last night “worked like a charm “ I smiled seeing the pretty curls that had bounced out when I took of the curler . I brushed my hair putting it into a low poney taking a few baby strands out to help frame my face * I stood back up slipping on the white button up then the vest that had small slithers of green and grey as representation for my house,I slipped on the black skirt then the rest of the uniform the tie the socks the shoes “good enough “ * I shrugged sitting back down putting on my favorite mascara and then lip gloss taking it with me just in case I slipped on my messenger bag and was ready to go I peeked over to see if me roommate was done “pansy you ready?” I asked knowing she wasn’t “uhhhh…almost! “ she said just now putting on her uniform, I checked my watch sitting on the bed waiting for my friend to finish so we could get breakfast at the great hall “ geez I always tell you to wake up earlier “ I sighed “I need my beauty sleep why don’t you just go I’ll be there in a little” she said probably annoyed by being pestered “ok hurry though “ I muttered walking out to the common room my eyes narrowed seeing the annoying snake like guy I’ve been arguing with sense 1st year I rolled my eyes walking past him briskly “not gonna say hello ?” He asked in a cocky voice looking up at me just as I passed behind him “I’ll say hello to you when you’re not an asshole “ I scoffed looking down at him blankly . He looked at me as I traced his face for his normal scowl but it was a different face , a face that told me he was planning something “don’t look at me like that * I stated getting an unsettling feeling “ I can look at you however I damn well please .” He retorted making me roll my eyes before hearing a strangely energetic pansy walk down the stairs “oh y/n your not at the great hall yet? No matter we can go together “ she practically coed . We walked to the great hall sitting at the slytherin table , “ugh I have potions first class” I groaned to pansy remembering who taught it before grabbing an apple to munch on “what do you have first class” I asked taking a bite out of the green apple “ I got care of magical creatures with hagrid” she chimed in excitement “ oh yea their bringing in a whatever it’s called a bucklebeack?” “ buckbeak” she corrected taking a bite of his waffle “ so is that the reason your so giddy today or is someone on you mind “ I grinned nudging her she blushed a bit smiling holding a finger to her lips “I’ll tell ya later “ she grinned going back to her waffle “ ugh no fair “ I whined finishing my apple grabbing another for later “I gotta go I don’t wanna be late to snapes class “ I shivered at the thought for theatrics getting up walking to potions class but getting stopped by a certain blonde fucking with some poor 1st year “malfoy can’t you mess with somone your own size or are you just that weak” I folded my arms cocking my head at him “ just keeping them in their place” he grinned “no, your just being an asshole “ I said grabbing out my wand “ you know you love me “ he said that cocky look still on his face letting the first year go allowing me to let out the breath I was holding putting away my wand “ whatever I need to go to potions “ I said scowling at him as he followed me to the class . We walked in …to hear silence and see snap already there..” y/n,draco your late. You’ll be sitting in the front and you have detention after school today “ he said in a harsh tone “but..!” I said trying to find excuse “ unless you have a ‘valid’ excuse “ he said making sure to underline valid for us “ fine “ I muttered siting at the table he had assigned us.

Uh very short I’m bored now so this is pt one idk if I’ll do pt 2 🤷‍♀️ not proof read AGAIN never proof reading sorry 😘

[themermaidsdragon]

Love to Hate You

Warnings: Mildly Dubious Consent,Underage Sex,Oral Sex,,Rough Sex,Blindfolds,Marking,sex in a broom closet,Slytherins Being Slytherins

Summary:

After spending a week looking for his jacket, with no luck at all, Adelia found herself having to finally tell him at a quidditch tournament. How was she ever going to repay him ;)

Notes:

In this chapter of Adelia and Laurel, will Adelia eventually get her revenge or will Laurel keep getting his way till she breaks? Thanks for reading!

Chapter 3: What Not to Do at a Quidditch Game

Adelia all week is a wreck with no one being able to recognize her, not even her best friend. One of the days Daisy finally had to ask what was going on. "Hey Adelia, do you need help with something. " Daisy said, watching Adelia check under her bed for the tenth time that day. "No, I'm fine, I just misplaced something important. " "Well how important? I'm a little worried, your hair is a mess, and I don't think you have been, showering nor wearing the bright clothes you always do. Did you lose your candy?" "Yaaaaaaaa, candy that’s it." Daisy narrowed her eyes on her. "You just lied to me." "Okkkkaaay fine, I didn’t lose my candy. I lost Laurel’s jacket the other night and I don’t know what I did with i-" "Wait! Why would you have his jacket? Unless!" Adelia quickly stuck a piece of candy in her mouth. "No one can know! It was a one-time thing…okay two-time thing. That's it though, and that’s all it is going to be too! I just have to find that jacket." she says before storming out of the room. Daisy thought for a second to herself, Wait, didn’t I see a jacket under the couch the other day.

---------------One week Later------------------------------------

Adelia got out of the bath and wrapped a towel around her before going back to her room. After a whole week of looking for the jacket Adelia had admitted defeat. Now she had to figure out when and how she was going to tell him.

“Hey, Adelia, you gotta get ready for the game! We don’t wanna miss Freddie and Calenhad’s quidditch match. Freddie will be very mad if we do, and the whole crew is probably already there waiting for us!” Daisy shouts from downstairs in their common room. “....................................” “Adelia!!” “I know! I’m coming! I just need a few minutes! I’ll meet you down at the field soon!” Adelia shouts back to her. “Okay, don’t be late! “Okaaaaaay!”

Adelia slammed herself on the bed face down. Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuck! Now I have to tell him today because he is going to be there. Noooooooo. I really don’t want to look at his stupid face and tell him. He’s going to try and make me feel really bad about it, and then he will say I still have to make it up to him if I haven't found it yet. Adelia’s face turns red and starts to feel warm. NO! I refuse to do that again. Two times was too much already. It won’t happen again. I will figure out another way. I will buy him a new one or make him a new one. Perfect, that is what I will do.

Adelia got up and dressed in her bright colored attire. Now clean and dressed like usual she was ready to face him. She couldn’t show him how distressed she was by all this. Adelia made her way down to the quidditch field. It was Gryffindor versus Slytherin today, so it was going to be intense, since Freddie would be going up against some of our friends. Adelia was always confused who to cheer for when that happened.

Adelia tried to walk slowly down the path to see if the game would start before, she got there. That way she could sit down, and Laurel couldn’t talk to her if the game had started. Then when it was over, she would just run before anybody got up and get back to her room before he could catch up with her. She didn’t do it though…..

As she got to one of the entrances for the field, she saw people still walking in to watch the game. Fuck, it still hasn’t started yet. Okay. Okay. That’s fine I will just run to find the crew and sit down with them. He wouldn’t say anything in front of them…..Shit he totally would….Well that’s all I got! Adelia picked up her pace a bit and started to head up the stands. Before she could get even close though she heard his voice from behind.

“Well fancy seeing you here, Darling. It sure is cold out, don't you think?” Laurel says with his usually cocky tone. Fucking Slytherins. Adelia turned around on her heels and stopped to look at him. “Well maybe you should have more than one jacket.” “Well, I never thought someone would steal it from me.” Laurel says. “....I didn’t steal it! We have gone over this!” Adelia yells at him. “Hmm, is that your shirt inside out? Are you in your own head lately? Still thinking about our times together.? Adelia looked down at her shirt that was indeed, inside out. “Ew, no, of course not. It’s just…the new style….ya, the new style thank you very much…….ughh shut up.” “So, you were thinking about me?” Laurel said with a smirk. “NO!” Adelia screamed at him.

Laurel got even closer to her now, and she could now feel the heat from his body. “Shhhh, we don’t want anyone to think there is something wrong, now do we.” he says softly into her ear. He grabs her chin and grazes her lips with his. Adelia closes her eyes thinking about him touching her like last time, and how it felt. Snapping out of it she slaps his hand away. “Listen, I don’t like you. In fact, I hate you, but I did lose your jacket. So, I can buy you a new one or my mom taught me how to make clothes when I was younger, so I can try to make you a new one. Whichever option you want.” Adelia says, staring into his eyes.

Laurel places a hand over her head and rests it against the wooden beam behind her. “That would be a great idea, but one problem.” he says. “That problem being what? “ Adelia says in a sassy tone. “It was a family heirloom. Ya know, my father’s father wore it and passed it down to my father. Then my father wore it and passed it down to me. Which now it meant more to me than ever, ya know because he is dead now.” Laurel says with a look of sadness Adelia never saw before. “....Laurel I-” Adelia says, in a concerned voice before he kisses her on the lips. The kiss was passionate. After a few moments their lips parted. “Well, you could warm me up right now to help me feel better.” Laurel said, taking her by the hand and leading her under the stands.

Adelia glared at Laurel and tried to pretend not to be excited… she didn’t want to admit that she enjoyed it… doing this with Laurel. Laurel took off her cloak, he laid it out on the ground and had her lay down on it. “Don’t want to get grass stains on your cute outfit now, do we?” he smirked, and Adelia blushed “Don’t pretend to be thoughtful” she huffed and looked away. Laurel let out a dramatic sigh “You lost a precious family heirloom and now you refuse to accept the fact that I can be a little thoughtful” he pouted, and Adelia groaned “I said I was going to buy you a new one!” she exclaimed, and Laurel covered her mouth “hush love, we certainly don’t want to be caught by someone” he smirked. Laurel removed his hand from her mouth and began to unbutton her top enough to expose her breast, and then swiftly pulled her pants and panties down to her knees. Adelia's nipples hardened as soon as the cold air hit them. Laurel smiled and gently tugged her nipples “We may have to be quick love… it’s a little cold out today” he purred. Laurel crawled up to straddle her just below her chest “In fact… I may need you to warm my cock up a bit before I fuck you” he smirked and unzipped his pants and placed his cock between her breasts “Not as big as Daisy’s, but I think yours are very cute and perky” he said. Adelia glared at him “I’m gonna bite the tip off” she warned, and he laughed squishing her breasts against his cock and began to fuck her tits “Don’t worry love, I prefer yours.” Adelia blushed dark as Laurel thrusted his cock between her tits, it frustrated her that she was actually getting wet from it! Laurel’s face when he blushes… and pants hard, his brow furrowed in concentration… he looks so handsome… Adelia’s eyes widened and she shoved him off, she rather not look at his face right now... his stupid handsome face… “Alright! Enough of this!” she said and turned around and got on her hands and knees, so she didn’t have to look at him. Laurel smiled and teased her wet entrance “What a naughty position you’ve chosen today…” he whispered in her ear and pushed inside her. Adelia gasped, his was a much different angle… it felt like he was even deeper inside than usual “L-Laurel… fuck…” her pussy tightening around him. Laurel grunted and squeezed her ass going faster “Shit love… your pussy is getting so much tighter… you like it when I fuck you like a bitch in heat?” he asked and slapped her ass. “S-shut up…” Adelia groaned and bit her lip… fuck it felt so good. “Laurel… I… I’m close…” she warned him, her pussy dripping as she came on his cock. Laurel made sure to pull out as usual and cum on her ass “Damn… that was good…” he panted and sat back and watched Adelia get up and put her clothes on properly. Laurel got up and opened his book bag and put his jacket on and smirked when he saw Adelia staring at him with her mouth wide open “You…y-you…” Adelia was at a loss for words. Laurel snickered “What? It’s cold out… I need a jacket” he said, and Adelia’s face turned bright red with anger “I thought your family jacket was still lost! How long have you had it!?” she asked angrily, and Laurel laughed “Adelia this is just a regular house jacket, who in the world would keep a jacket as a family heirloom? Honestly Adelia you are so naïve it’s cute” he said and gently pinched her cheek “Thanks for the good time love, I'll see you later” he winked and exited the stands leaving Adelia standing under the stands stunned for a moment before bursting in anger “I HATE THAT GUY SO MUCH!” she exclaimed and stormed out from under the bleachers, only to see Daisy outside waiting for her with a blank face holding up three fingers at her and then snickering a little bit.

[messers-moony]

Chaser at Heart | J.P

Paring: James Potter X Fem!Reader

Summary: Without realizing it James Potter has always been a Chaser regardless of his Quidditch position.

Everybody wondered where James Potter got his snitch that he played with. Rumors had been created, but only James and Y/n knew the real truth. The most common story was that James and his Marauders nicked it from a supply closet. The honest question was, why did James play with a snitch when he was a Chaser?

Y/n knew. James - even as a boy - had brilliant reflexes. They met in a field that was near both their houses. James went to the field to sit by the lake or even swim in the lake. Y/n climbed the trees and read books on the safety of the wooden bark. But one day, she wasn’t as lucky. Y/n fell from the branch she was sitting on, and James chased after her to catch her. 

Brilliant reflexes James had. At eight years old, he caught her and ran fast enough to do so. Y/n was waiting for impact, but she never felt it. Instead, two arms had been wrapped around her. One under her knees and one around her back. Instantly she was met with hazel eyes. 

They were beautiful. A gorgeous mix of green and brown. But it wasn’t mixed like paint - no - it was mixed like old and vinegar, separated but together. His hair was shaggy and a mess. It was a beautiful chocolate brown color to match the brown in his eyes. The grass could resemble the green in his eyes. Peonies represented the pink in his cheeks. 

The boy smiled, and Y/n smiled sheepishly back, “Afternoon.”

“Afternoon, sir.”

“Sir?” James repeated teasingly, “Do I look thirty?”

Y/n laughed, “Sorry. Force of habit.”

James set her on her own two feet, “Pureblood then too?”

“How did you know I was a witch?”

“Your scarf.”

She looked down to see the gold and maroon-colored scarf, “Oh. In that case, yes, I am a pureblood. You?”

“Me too.” James stated proudly, “Family of Gryffindors.”

“Me as well.”

James took her hand and kissed the back of it, “James Potter, at your service.”

Y/n blushed at his action, “Y/n L/n, at your service.”

From that point, Y/n and James became close friends. They’d switch between going to the lake or climbing trees. Thankfully their families knew each other, so becoming friends only brought them closer. In fact, Euphemia was so grateful to have Y/n’s mother closer now that their children were friends. Fleamont was delighted to be closer with Y/n’s father. 

Fleamont Potter delved in Potion making while his wife Euphemia worked at St. Mungo’s, helping wizards and witches all around London. Y/n’s father worked with magical creatures, and her mother worked with Euphemia. James and Y/n got extraordinarily lucky. They were together almost every day. 

Meeting at the age of eight gave them three years of being friends before going to Hogwarts. They were close by the age of eleven - really close. They stood side by side as they got on the Hogwarts Express and shared a compartment. James and Y/n talked animatedly until a knock at the container startled them. 

“Um- Hello, everywhere else is full. May I sit?” 

The boy had sandy hair and green eyes. Scars littered his body as far as the eye could see. He was rather tall for an eleven-year-old too, but he seemed nice enough. His voice had a thick welsh accent. It made his language a bit incoherent, but James and Y/n knew what he was trying to say. Nevertheless, James put on a bright smile. 

“Of course!”

He gave a nervous smile looking at Y/n, “Come on. We don’t bite. Although James gets pretty loud.” Y/n smiled.

The boy sat hesitantly beside Y/n, “I’m Remus, Remus Lupin.”

“Brilliant to meet you, Remus; I’m James Potter.”

“And I’m Y/n L/n.”

Another hour went by with James and Y/n starting to get to know Remus. They learned that he was a half-blood and that he thoroughly enjoyed books. Y/n and Remus bonded over that while James was listening aimlessly, just enjoying the sound of Y/n’s voice. But another knock interrupted the conversation. This time a more confident boy showed up. 

He was about the same height as James. He had dark brunet hair - darker than James’ - and blue-grey eyes. His smile was almost perfectly white and straight. His face structure was defined and chiseled. A cocky smiled grazed his features. 

“‘Ello!” He exclaimed, “I was wondering if I could sit here. I just got kicked out of every other compartment.”

Remus and Y/n shrugged; they looked at James, “Sure.” James replied, patting the seat beside him, “Come sit, uh….”

“Sirius, Sirius Black.” Sirius finished sitting beside James as both purebloods dropped their jaws. 

“Black? As in the Noble House of Black?” Y/n questioned, and Sirius nodded, “Indeed.”

James stuck out his hand, “James Potter.” Sirius shook his hand. 

“Y/n L/n.”

“You two are purebloods too. Gryffindor purebloods.” Sirius commented, “Yep!” They replied simultaneously. 

Sirius eyed the nervous-looking boy, “And you?”

“Rem- Remus Lupin.” 

The entire rest of the trip - seven hours - was spent talking—no more interruptions. Y/n, Remus, James, and Sirius all got to know each other. The four of them stayed together through everything until the sorting. They all stood near each other while Professor McGonagall began to call names. James was practically shaking in his boots. Y/n grasped his hand tightly. 

“You’ll be okay.” Y/n whispered, and James squeezed her hand thankfully, “Thanks, you too.”

Multiple names were called in alphabetical order of last name until finally B’s were beginning to get called, “Sirius Black!”

Y/n kissed his cheek, making Sirius blush profusely, “You’ll be fine.”

Sirius nodded as he pushed his way through the crowd of first years. Anybody in the wizarding world knew about the Noble House of Black. They were one of the most respected pureblood families. Most known for their line of Slytherins. Sirius Black sat on the stool and waited patiently as the hat spoke in his ear. His cousins watching eagerly from the Slytherin table. 

Silence cut through the crowd until, “GRYFFINDOR!”

The Great Hall was as quiet as a mouse. A Black in Gryffindor? The rival house to Slytherin, that was a no-go. James and Y/n exchanged nervous glances that said everything that needed to be - Sirius Black was going to be in big trouble. More names got called. Remus began to rock on his heels nervously. 

“Remus Lupin!”

Again, the process repeated itself. Remus took his seat on the stool, and the hat was placed upon his head, making its commented in the boy's ear. Remus’ hands wouldn’t stop moving, and it was making Y/n want to throw up. 

“GRYFFINDOR!”

The Gryffindor table yelled and cheered. Sirius Black upon them as a blissful smile placed itself upon Remus’ features. He stepped off the stood giving James and Y/n a grateful smile before sitting beside Sirius at the Gryffindor table. A red and gold tie was placed around his shoulders. His green eyes crinkled due to the cheerful smile on his lips. 

Attendance seemed to be going slower - or so that’s how it felt - because of how close they were approached the P’s. James’ grip on Y/n’s hand began to get tighter, and his hand began to feel clammy. Y/n didn’t mind. 

“James Potter!”

“Oh, Merlin…” James muttered before squeezing Y/n’s hand one more time. 

Before stepping on the stool, he looked back at Y/n, who gave him a reassuring smile. James Potter sat upon the seat, and once again, the hat was placed above his hair. Within seconds the hat seemed to have made its decision. 

“GRYFFINDOR!”

Y/n screamed loudly for him along with the Gryffindor table. James’ hazel eyes met her e/c ones, and he winked. The boy took his spot across from Sirius and watched eagerly at his best friend waiting to be sorted. Sirius snapped his fingers in James' face to get his attention. 

“How’d you meet?” Sirius inquired, “Mm?”

“How did you meet her?” 

“Oh, she fell out of a tree, and I caught her.” James replied distantly, still looking at his best friend left alone in the smaller crowd. 

“She’s nice.”

James nodded at Remus’ comment, “Definitely. She’s brilliant.”

Finally, they got to her last name. James was on his tipping point, and Sirius smiled reassuringly - like she had when he began to sit on the stood, “She’ll be fine. You know that.”

“I do, but still.”

Y/n couldn’t fathom her excitement yet nervousness. She was a walking contradiction. Carefully, not to step on her robes while her legs felt like jelly, she moved through the relatively small crowd. Only about ten kids remained now. Y/n sat on the stool and made direct eye contact with James, who threw her the most reassuring look possible. 

“Curious, very curious.” The hat spoke in her ear, “Loyal, hardworking yet courageous and stupidly brave.”

Y/n almost snickered, “What a brilliant Hufflepuff you’d make.”

“Please, Gryffindor. Please, Gryffindor.” 

“Gryffindor? Are you sure?” The hat queried, “Please.” Y/n begged. 

If the sorting hat could’ve shrugged, he would’ve, “If that’s what you think.”

“GRYFFINDOR!”

James stumbled from the Gryffindor table as Y/n got off the stool with the same smile Remus had. The blissful, relaxed, and cheery smile. On his way out from the table, he almost fell, but he chased his way to her until Y/n was wrapped in his arms. Y/n placed her nose in the crook of his neck while James’ face was buried in her hair. They pulled away, and James led her to sit beside him. 

“Told you she’d be fine.” Sirius remarked, “I worry.” James retorted with a smile. 

Y/n fiend offense, “You were worried! Where’d you think I’d go? Slytherin?”

“Absolutely not!” James exclaimed, “Jus’ didn’t want to be separated from you.”

She nudged his shoulder with hers, “You aren’t getting rid of me.”

“Neither are you two.” Y/n pointed at the boys across from her, “Welcome to our group of four.”

“We’ve gotta come up with a better name for that.” Remus replied as the other three nodded, “Definitely.”

The boys and the girls had different dormitories. Y/n shared her dorm with three other girls named Marlene McKinnon, Mary MacDonald, and Lily Evans. Meanwhile, James, Remus, Sirius shared a dorm where they met a new boy with blond hair and blue eyes named Peter Pettigrew, who quickly was added to their group of four, which was now five. 

James and Y/n shared almost every class aside from History of Magic and Defense Against the Dark Arts. Instead, Y/n had History of Magic with Remus and Lily. At the same time sharing Defense Against the Dark Arts with Remus as well. She also became quick friends with her roommate, Marlene, through Quidditch. Y/n always admired James while he practiced being Chaser, while Y/n was his fake Keeper. 

Throughout first year the new additions to their original duo learned how mischievous these two were. Y/n had an intelligent mind with practically foolproof plans, and James had the resources to make those plans work. Sirius was quick to join their prank-making wonders while Remus tended to stick with Y/n in making plans. Peter joined whenever he could. 

Soon enough, the group was known as the pranksters around Hogwarts. Surprisingly enough, they were proud of their newfound title. They were all sitting in the boys' dorms. James, Y/n, and Sirius were talking about Quidditch. Peter was practicing the new incantation that Professor Flitwick had taught them, and Remus was reading. When out of nowhere, Remus exclaimed. 

“I got it!”

“Got what, mate?” James questioned as the chatter stopped, and they all looked at the sandy-haired male, “Our group name!”

Y/n perked up, “Whatcha got, Remmy?”

“The Marauders!”

“Marauders?” Sirius repeated, confused, “What does that mean?”

Remus sighed, and Y/n giggled, “Marauders is another word for raiders, you idiot.”

“I like it.” Sirius commented, “I do too!” Peter interject. 

The three looked at the original duo; Y/n shrugged, “Good call, Rem.”

“How about it, James?” 

“I think it’s excellent! The Marauders it is!” 

Henceforth, their legacy grew and were now known as the five Marauders. They were all known for something. James, good at getting resources. Sirius, good at persuading. Peter, the most logical. Remus, the brains of every mission. Finally, Y/n, the most reckless. Y/n is the one who’d go in first always; she was also the one with the most detentions. 

In the second year, Y/n became more intuitive, observant, and curious about Remus. She noticed in the first year a pattern of when he’d get sick or his mother's sudden illness once a month. She was no stranger to these creatures as her father had worked with them for years. So before the first full moon of the new term, Y/n pulled Remus aside. 

“You said you wanted to speak with me?” Remus inquired, and Y/n nodded, “I know.”

“Know about what?”

“I know.” 

Remus rocked on his heels, “O- Oh….”

“Don’t worry, nobody else knows. Although they may have or will find out.” Y/n assured, but Remus still looked nervous, “Remus.”

She placed her hands on his taller shoulders, “You aren’t a monster. I’ve seen werewolves before.”

“You- You have?”

“My father works with magical creatures.” Y/n answered, “Werewolves are included.”

“Personally, I think they’re beautiful.” She stated, and tears grew in Remus’ eyes, “You do?”

“Of course, I do.” Y/n smiled, and Remus pulled her in for a hug, “Thank you.”

“Anytime and if you need anything. I’m here for you.”

“Thank you.”

Eventually, Sirius found out next, which quite honestly baffled Remus. Then James and then finally Peter, who was definitely the most oblivious of the Marauders. But to Remus’ astonishment, they were all accepting. They loved Remus as much as his mom, which - in reality - was quite a lot. Every night after full moons, he’d find all four of them sitting beside him. 

James would bring games to play for when he felt up for it. Peter got his books and set them on the table beside him. Sirius brought sweets and his stupidly funny jokes. Y/n held his hand and comforted him the best he could. Honestly, Y/n gave the best head scratches, and he definitely took advantage of it. 

Second-year was also the time for new Quidditch players to join the team. James and Sirius were about to try out but were undeniably nervous. The morning of, neither of them ate, too worried to think about eating, scared of throwing it up later on the pitch. 

“You both are tossers.” Y/n suddenly stated, “You’ll both make the team, and then we’ll celebrate it later, yeah?”

They nodded, “Good. Now get yourselves outta this funk. It’s annoying.”

It was unavoidable. They didn’t just get out of their funk until they got on the pitch. Before James and Y/n separated - her to the seats and him to the pitch - he took ahold of her hand. Squeezing it tightly with his eyes closed. His broom in his other hand that was trembling slightly. Y/n took her hand from his and placed her hands on his cheeks. 

“You’ll be fine. I promise.”

“Promise promise?” James asked, “Promise promise.” Y/n confirmed. 

She let go of his face and began to run off to catch up with Remus, “Good luck!” 

“Thanks.” James murmured to himself, “I’ll need it.”

Without a doubt, James was the best Chaser the Gryffindor had ever seen. Sirius was one hell of a beater too. Marlene even tried out for the new Beater position too. Four parts needed to be filled due to seventh-years leaving. Two Beaters, one Chaser, and one Keeper. Y/n and Remus were crossing their fingers that they all got the positions they wanted. 

The following week the results were posted. James, Sirius, and Marlene made the team! Y/n would never forget the gleeful smile that passed its way onto James’ face or the way Sirius laughed. She’d never seen them so happy before. Remus and her stood feet away from their little party, his arm thrown around her shoulders. 

“It’s nice to see them this way.”

“It is.”

Remus teasingly nudged her hip, “Seems like James has always been a Chaser.”

“What's that suppose to mean?” Y/n furrowed her eyebrows at the lycanthrope, “You’ll see it eventually.”

Y/n didn’t pry. It wasn’t worth it, especially when it’s with Remus. Remus was the ultimate secret keeper and cynical. He said things that made you think but would never tell you what they mean. Eventually, more years passed and they were in the summer going into their seventh year. 

James invited Y/n to stay the summer at the Potter manor, and she did. It was possibly one of the best summers he’s ever had with her being so close. Mrs. Potter seemed to know what Remus was talking about when she threw looks at her husband when the two best friends were together. But it was one evening that they were all watching a movie when someone came through the Floo Network. 

They jumped up from the couch to see a roughed-up Sirius Black, “Sirius!” 

James was frozen along with his two parents, but Y/n wasn’t. She was haste to get Sirius up from the floor to help him stand. He had a nasty cut below his right eye and what seemed to be more all across his body which his mother could only do. But instantly, Y/n had been ordering James around while Sirius laid on his back on the couch. 

Thankfully, Y/n knew what to do and Euphemia, but she was frozen, still watching her son's best friend take care of their other best friend. James set everything she needed beside her as she began to work quickly. James sat next to her in case she needed anything else. Y/n tore off his shirt and lifted his pants to right over the edge of his boxers. 

“James, hold his hand.” Y/n ordered, and he did it, “I’m so sorry, Sirius, but this’ll sting.”

And it did. Sirius groaned and constantly hissed as Y/n helped his wounds, the muggle way. Euphemia stared in shock, no longer frozen, but it was evident that Y/n had complete control over the situation and needed no extra help. Within an hour, Sirius was brand new. Y/n had carefully used potions and other bandages to help. 

“What happened, Sirius?” 

He chuckled bitterly, “My mother.”

“No shit.” James retorted, “Why?”

“I’ve been burned off the tapestry. I’m not aloud back because I denied them.”

“Denied them?” Y/n inquired. 

“Of you know what.”

“Oh…” Y/n whispered. 

“Yeah, oh.” Sirius chuckled again - venom lacing. 

Euphemia exchanged looks with her husband, “You’re welcome to stay here.”

“No, I couldn’t ask that of you guys.” Sirius denied hesitantly, and Fleamont shrugged, “Where else are you going to go?”

Sirius stayed silent, “We don’t mind, Sirius. You’ve stayed here before. Euphemia loves having you around just as much as I do.”

“You may not be our son biologically.” Euphemia began as she knelt in front of Sirius, “But you’ll always be our son.”

A single tear fell from Sirius’ eye, “Thank you.”

“Anytime, dear.”

James and Y/n exchanged looks of pure glee, but Euphemia caught their eye, “No mischief, you two.”

They sighed, “Fine.”

The duo pulled Sirius up from the couch and led him to his new bedroom. Euphemia watched Y/n and James work in perfect symphony as if they were a made team from the start. Fleamont pulled his wife to his side, watching them both as well. How perfectly his son worked with her. How amazingly gentle he was with her. 

“He may not know it yet, but he loves her.” Euphemia broke the silence, “Reminds me of us.”

Fleamont quirked an eyebrow, “How so?”

“You always had this dopey grin on your face. The same one James has when Y/n’s around. It’s been that way since they met. When he first mentioned her name, he had that grin. He’s chased her all these years.” 

“Perhaps our son has always been a Chaser at heart.” Fleamont commented, “Perhaps.”

It wasn’t until the first Quidditch match he realized. When he was chasing Y/n around to try and hug her after the game they had won against Ravenclaw. Y/n prohibited hugs after Quidditch matches. Yet here James was chasing her around the pitch with her a screaming mess. 

Lily, Marlene, and Remus were laughing loudly at him, “Y/n! Y/n come on!” 

“Absolutely not!” Y/n yelled while running, “I told you no hugs after matches.”

She spoke too soon because while she was talking, she had slowed down without noticing. Leaving James to wrap his arms around her from behind. He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck while she leaned back into him. 

“See! You love my hugs.” James exclaimed, “Whatever.” Y/n retorted. 

Remus chuckled at them from afar, “They’re definitely in love.” 

“How hasn’t she seen it yet?” Lily chuckled, “Oh, he’s been chasing her for years. Since before Hogwarts.” Remus replied. 

“Chaser at heart that one,” Sirius stated putting his arm around the lycanthrope. 

James realized it then and there. With her in his arms. He was sweaty and full of joy. She was wholly melted into his embrace. His arms around her neck and her arms on top of his biceps. James realized there was nowhere else he’d rather be than with her at this moment. So he pulled her around, facing her. 

“Y/n.” 

“James.”

Without a second thought, he pulled her in and kissed her. His arms were moving down to her waist and hers around his shoulders. He was so gentle and soft with her. As if she was the finest China he’d ever owned. Godric James was so soft and so sweet. Y/n’s hands went through his sweaty hair. 

The whistles and cheers are what pulled them apart, “Finally!”

“It’s about time you realized!” Remus exclaimed happily, “He’s been chasing you for years!”

Y/n smiled at him, and James put his arm around her shoulder, “My chaser.” 

“I’ll always chase you, love.”

Years later, that snitch James always played with would be the same one McGonagall had taken from him one day in the seventh year. It was the same snitch that Harry had almost swallowed in his first year. The same snitch that Dumbledore returned to Harry in his seventh year. 

The snitch? It was given to James from Y/n when they were nine. It was an honorary friendship gift. The snitch wasn’t stolen. The snitch wasn’t nicked. The snitch was a gift to a chaser who never stopped chasing till the very end. 

[ameliora-j]

show me // rw x reader

words: 1.5k

warnings: smut, innocence kink, corruption kink, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, fingering (f receiving)

a/n: maybe multi part if it doesn’t flop idk

to ron you were perfect. the picture of innocence. and everytime he looked at you… all he wanted was to have you on your knees for him, choking around his cock as he filled your throat and painted your body with his seed.

he felt bad for these thoughts, of course. you were innocent. you stopped in the middle of hogsmeade to look at the flowers. you helped people with their homework. the entire school had deigned you ‘the y/h princess’ for how perfectly innocent you were. wide, doe-like eyes, a pretty smile, and a seemingly permanent blush painted across your cheeks.

ron was your potions partner—and your crush for three years—and when you came to potions in the tight shirt and short skirt, he snapped. the skirt fell just below the curve of your bum, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination, and the shirt showed just enough cleavage. you didn’t do it on purpose, of course… you hadn’t had anymore clean uniforms, forcing you to pull on your one from fifth year. it still fit, but your body had grown and curves accentuated since two years ago. when ron laid his eyes upon you, his pants tightened considerably around his crotch.

“hi ronnie,” you smiled as you sat beside him.

“hi dove,” you blushed at the nickname, a swarm of butterflies erupting in your tummy. he’d called you dove for as long as you can remember, but it never failed to make you swoon.

“hey ln! i dropped something, could you pick it up for me?” draco snarked behind you. ron turned to glare at the two slytherin boys as you reached for the book draco had dropped.

“he can get it himself dovey, he’s got hands,” ron snarled as he fixed the smirking boys with a hard glare. you just shrugged and returned to taking your notes.

all day continued on like this. boys throwing remarks at you and you were clueless as to what they meant. as you were walking by ron’s side out to the courtyard, mclaggen called “hey ln, mind if i take a turn after weasley there? i’ll let you tickle my pickle for a nickel!” teasingly across the hall.

you looked up at ron with slightly furrowed brows. “wha’s he talkin about ronnie?” you asked innocently.

“you really don’t know, do you dovey?” ron asked as he looked down at you, sympathetically. you shook your head as a pout crossed your features. ron offered you a small smile as he pushed your hair away from your face. “your skirts really short today, dove. he’s asking you to do something sexual for him,” ron informed you.

your eyes practically tripled in size. “didn’t know! promise i didn’t. didn’t have any clean uniforms. had to use one from fifth year,” your pout deepened.

“i know you didn’t, dove,” ron kissed your head gently. “mclaggen’s a jerk.”

“is that what everyone’s meant today? they want to do something sexual to me?” you asked and he nodded. “do… do you?” you asked shyly.

ron blushed slightly at the question. “do i want to do something sexual to you?” he asked and you nodded. “i respect you enough to not do anything, dove.” he kissed your nose.

“but have you ever… thought about it?” you asked.

“once or twice,” he answered casually.

“show me…” you whispered so lowly that ron almost didn’t hear you.

“what?” he gulped.

“show me… what you thought about doing,” as you looked up for him, asking him to do something dirty so casually, you were still the perfect picture of innocence. ron closed his eyes tightly and inwardly groaned as he thought about all the things he could do to you.

“are you sure dove?” he asked.

“positive ronnie. want it. please,” you told him. he took your hand gently and lead you up to his dorm. once he closed the door, he kissed you softly.

“gonna go slow, dove. don’t wanna do too much for your first time, okay?” you hummed softly as he returned his lips to your’s and kissed you dumb. “lay on the bed f’me,” you did as you were told and stared up at him.

he pulled the rings off his fingers and set them in your hand. “hold these f’me, yeah dove? keep ‘em safe.” you nodded and closed your hand around the silver circles in your palm as he kissed down your neck. he slowly unbuttoned your shirt as he continued to kiss down your body gently.

“gonna eat your pretty pussy, that okay dove?” he checked for your consent and you nodded. “words please,” he spoke gently.

“yes ron,” you murmured softly. “that’s okay,” you whispered softly.

he smirked as he pulled your panties up and found your cunt already slick with arousal. he left open-mouthed kisses up your thighs. you let soft moans escape your mouth as you closed your eyes. “has anyone ever touched you here, dove?” he asked, breath fanning over your clit.

“no,” you shook your head, whimpering softly as he left a small, open-mouthed kiss on your clit.

“have you ever touched yourself?” just the question made you blush and he smirked. chest swelling with pride at the fact that he got to be the first person to make you feel good. he reached up his hand and intertwined your fingers. “hold my hand, dove. gonna make you feel so good.” you nodded and squeezed his hand gently, moaning softly as you felt his tongue lick a stripe over your cunt.

once ron got his first taste, he ate you like a starved man. he moaned at the taste as he licked fervently at your cunt, reducing you to a moaning mess above him. you gasped and shuddered as he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked gently. “please…” you whimpered. “p-please,” you repeated, not even sure what you were begging for at this point.

but somehow, ron knew exactly what you needed. he reached his free hand up and slowly circled your opening with his middle finger. you moaned loudly as he pushed his finger through the ring of muscles and began thrusting slowly. “more… please more,” you whimpered. he pushed in a second finger and curved them, causing you to moan again and buck your hips.

“gotta stay still for me dove,” ron whispered softly, before returning to eating your cunt like a wild animal.

“ronnie… ronnie my tummy feels weird,” you whimpered softly.

“gonna cum dovey. let it go,” he whispered. “cum on my tongue dove, wanna taste you.” you did as he said, feeling all of your muscles relax as your back careened off the mattress and you repeated please and whimpers mixed in with his name.

ron pulled his mouth away from your clit, using his fingers to fuck you through your first ever orgasm as his eyes locked on you. somehow, even stuffed full with his fingers you looked so… innocent. he pulled his fingers from you and sucked them clean before diving back in, cleaning you up.

you shrieked at the overstimulation as you squeezed his hand and bucked into his mouth. he fucked you with his tongue and circled your clit, latching his mouth to your cunt and sucking softly. ron was a god with his mouth, there was no denying that. it was mere minutes before he felt you cumming in his mouth again. you whimpered softly as he continued his soft licks up your slit to bring you down.

he placed one last open-mouthed kiss to your clit before kneeling up on the bed. “precious,” he whispered as he stared down at you. eyes blown, lips bitten red and swollen, cunt still slick with your own cum and arousal, chest rapidly rising and falling, and hair a mess. you smiled dazedly up at him as you squeezed his hand again.

“thank you ronnie,” you murmured softly.

“of course, dovie,” he smiled.

“wha’s that?” you asked as you pointed to the tent in his pants.

“i’ll teach you another time, yeah dove? let’s get you in the bath, okay?” you nodded, too tired to argue as he lifted your limp body in his arms and walked you into the bathroom. he set you on the porcelain bowl and allowed you to go as he readied your bath.

he was gently in cleaning you up, mindful of all your sensitive spots. once he was all done, he put you in a pair of his boxers and his quidditch sweatshirt, allowing you to curl into his chest and play with his fingers as you came down. “ronnie?” you asked softly.

“yes dove?” he asked.

“does this mean you’re my boyfriend now?” you asked him.

“if you want me to be,” he smiled at you. you nodded with a small smiled as you looked up at him. he leaned down and pressed his lips gently against your’s. “go to sleep dove, i’ll be right here, okay?”

“okay,” you whispered, allowing your exhaustion to overcome you.

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neutral, chap. 3 (dream smp x reader)

series summary (in game!au) when an exiled tommy finally rebels against a manipulative dream, he finds safety in neutral territory, a place owned and guarded by you. staying in your safe haven opens up the younger one’s eyes to your way of life, while also revealing your deeper past before neutral; a past that involved a war for your love.

chapter summary after teaching tommy how to make cookies, you surprise him with your archery skills as you fight off mobs swarming outside of your house. tommy comes to a conclusion that makes him slightly ashamed of himself; being neutral doesn’t make you weak.

warnings swearing, killing of mobs (zombies, spiders, skeletons), some mental health talk (kinda)

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it was storming the next night. after a nice dinner of meatloaf and mashed potatoes, y/n proposed that tommy help her make some dessert for them to enjoy.

“you sure i can’t mess this up?” tommy asked warily as she opened her small, self-written recipe book and placed it in front of them.

“im sure,” she assured, patting his cheek endearingly. he made a face. “your face is gonna freeze that way, kid.”

“whatever,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes as she laughed. “what are we making?”

“cookies!” she smiled. “one of the easiest things you can make.”

tommy sighed. though it was embarrassing to admit aloud, he couldn’t help but feel nervous about the experiment. “what do we need?”

“well...” after thirty minutes of patience from y/n, frustration from tommy, and unhelpful side commentary from ghostbur, the cookies were nearly ready to place in the furnace.

“how big should i make them?” tommy questioned, looking up at y/n from the baking sheet she had spread out for him.

she shrugged, placing her hand on the back of the chair ghostbur sat in. “however big you want. measure with your heart.”

“you also said that about the chocolate chips,” ghostbur commented. “now we’re all going to have cavities.” y/n whacked the boy on the back of the head, keeping her expression kind as she looked at tommy. 

“however you want them,” she assured. tommy nodded in return, turning back to the baking sheet just a loud banging came from the main entrance of the house. y/n peeked out of the kitchen. “oh, wow, that’s a lot of mobs..”

ghostbur leaned back to see. “goddamn!”

“tommy, you go ahead and portion and pop those into the oven,” y/n spoke, running a hand through her hair. “i have a feeling my door’s not gonna last much longer.” she rushed out of the room without another word.

“having fun yet?” ghostbur questioned as tommy began to portion out the blobs of cookie dough.

“kinda,” he shrugged. “y/n’s a good teacher.”

“she is,” ghostbur agreed.

“it’s also kind of nice to have a break from more chaotic things,” tommy continued as he worked. “you know, y/n surrounds herself with peace. she’s not a fighter like you were and i am. so, it’s nice to do as she does.” ghostbur chuckled and tommy looked up just as he finished portioning out the dough. “what?”

“whoever said y/n wasn’t a fighter?” ghostbur teased. just then, said girl came back into the kitchen with a bow in hand and a quiver full of arrows slung over her shoulder.

“cookies in yet?” she asked, eyes gleaming with excitement he hadn’t yet seen from her. her words were rushed out, and he stuttered to reply quickly.

“y-yeah, well, about to be,” he managed out. “what are you doing?”

y/n grinned at him as he lowered the tray of dough into the furnace. “someone’s gotta deal with the mobs out front.” before she disappeared, tommy called out to her.

“wait, y/n!” he called. “can i come with?”

“sure!” she laughed. “ghostbur, set a timer for fifteen, please!” tommy rushed to follow her as she practically raced up the stairs. ghostbur grinned after them.

“where are we going?” tommy huffed out as y/n led him down a hall he was yet to discover.

she slowed down, opening up a door that revealed the stormy night to him. “right out here.” tommy stepped out onto the small balcony. tarps covered the sides, preventing them from being pelted by the brunt of the rain and wind, but allowed them access to viewing the main entrance from the side.

“are you good with a bow, tommy?” y/n asked, still smiling as she delicately plucked an arrow from her quiver.

“uh- not really..,” the boy admitted, rubbing his neck sheepishly.

“that’s alright,” she smiled reassuringly as she lined up the arrow in her bow and pulled the string back. “i assume you’re better with a sword?”

“much better,” he nodded. she let out a hum before releasing the string from her fingertips, and tommy could barely keep up with the arrow that flew through the air and lodged itself in between a skeleton’s shoulder and collarbone, causing the mob to collapse into a pile of uselessness. tommy’s mouth suddenly felt dry as y/n loaded another arrow. 

he had never seen someone take down a skeleton in one shot, not even dream.

tommy watched as she closed one eye, aiming at three zombies lined up. she took a breath before tugging harshly at her string, then letting the arrow zoom through the storm and cleanly through the three’s heads. they all crumbled into a mass of rotten flesh.

“four mobs and two arrows?!” tommy managed as y/n reached for another. she looked over and laughed at the surprised boy. “how the hell did you do that?”

“i’ve always been good at aiming,” she spoke casually as she worked to load another arrow, aiming now at a spider working its way up her walls. she managed to lodge the arrow into its leg, effectively tearing it off of the creature and causing it to tumble onto the zombie below. they heard it hiss just before another arrow pinned through its heart and the zombie’s head, rendering both creatures silent. “not so much with close contact fighting.”

“i think this makes up for it,” tommy spoke distractedly, shaking his head with amazement as he watched her fingers move with instinct and practice. she launched another strong arrow into the hoard.

she laughed as she continued to work. “i fumble when im up close..” arrow after arrow whizzed from her bow. “from this distance, i can take my time. i can breathe, i can calculate.” mobs went down, pair after pair sinking to the cold, wet grass below. “and when we can do those things, our work only shows it.” she knocked down one last skeleton before she dropped her bow to her side. there were now only a few creepers and spiders mulling around.

“that was amazing,” tommy spoke after a moment of silence, looking at her with wide eyes. she gave him a smile. “i.. wow.”

she laughed just as ghostbur peeked his head out. “five minute warning.”

“thanks, ghostbur,” y/n nodded. “come on, kid. let’s towel off and eat some cookies.” tommy nodded, following her back into the house. he stayed behind with ghostbur as she went to grab towels.

“so?” ghostbur spoke with a knowing grin. “how was that?”

tommy shook his head, still processing the skill he had just experienced. “she’s the best archer i’ve ever seen! she didn’t miss a single target, she knew exactly where and when to aim, i-” he let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. “i can’t believe i thought she couldn’t fight. of course she can fight.”

“neutral doesn’t mean weak,” ghostbur spoke wisely, placing a hand on tommy’s shoulder. the boy looked up at him with pursed lips, guilt weighing in his chest. “y/n is the strongest woman i know; she cooks, she welds, and she can work a bow like you’ve never seen. never expect anything with her, tommy. she’ll never stop surprising you.”

tommy nodded. “neutral doesn’t mean weak, eh?” ghostbur gave him a smile. “of course it doesn’t. it’s not like she chose this life.. there was a war.”

“right,” ghostbur confirmed. “it’s alright to be wrong sometimes, tommy. especially about someone you’ve known and lived with for what, a week?” he nodded. “see? you don’t have to know everything all the time.”

“okay,” tommy nodded, his voice quiet as ghostbur squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. “wow. it’s strange to be able to hold myself to a lower standard.”

“y/n is teaching you some amazing things about mental health, tommy.”

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[slytherweasley]

If you were here (Pansy Parkinson x reader)

Warnings: smut and swearing

Summary- (Set in modern times) Pansy and Y/n miss each other over summer break and decide to try something new

You’ve not been able to see Pansy for a week and you miss her so much, you went from seeing her everyday to almost never over the summer. Your thoughts have been constantly of her, every night you dream of her and it hurts when you wake up and she’s not cuddled up in your arms in your small single bed in the Slytherin dorms.

Just as you were about to open up your messages a notification from Pansy pops up. You click on it and read it her message.

-I was just thinking about the time we cuddled all night tipsy and just told each other every secret we know. I miss you so much darling.

Your face lights up and a smile appears on your face

-I was thinking about you too, I miss you.

-what were you doing before this?

-in bed thinking about texting you

-I want to show you something from this morning

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A picture of Pansy standing completely naked in the mirror lights up on your phone. “Holy shit” you mumble and admire it, it feels like you haven’t seen Pansy’s naked body in ages.

-did I scare you away or are you pleasuring yourself?

You chuckle

-completely obsessed with this photo

-I love you

-Pansy you’re a goddess

You find your hand travelling down to the wetness between your legs as you stare at her body. Her skin is so pale she’s almost transparent. Her nails are short and painted black and dark green, her short dark hair shines in the morning light. But her body is perfect, there’s not one thing you would change.

You take your top off revealing your bare chest. You take a few photos and choose the best one sending it to Pansy.

-my pretty girl’s boobs, you’re making me very uncomfortable between my legs right now

-why don’t you show me?

You wait for a reply and you get sent a video of Pansy playing with her cunt. You can hear her sweet quiet moans and heavy breathing.

-fucking hell Pansy, your moans are so hot

-show me what you’re wearing between those cute legs of yours

You send her a photo of your legs up near your head of your pink underwear with a big wet spot from your leaking pussy.

-I want those pretty pink panties come off, show me your pussy darling

You do as you’re told, you take off your panties and take a photo sending it to Pansy.

-the things I’d do if you were here right now

-tell me more, Pans

-your pussy would be mine, first id make you squirm by rubbing your sensitive clit

You bring your hand down to your clit and rub slowly, it’s not the same as when Pansy does it but it is always so sensitive so you have to go slow. You moan Pansy’s name and open your phone to answer her.

-It feels really good

-close your eyes and imagine my tongue flicking your clit

-Pansy I need your mouth I’m so desperate for your mouth

-be a good girl and finger yourself, curl your finger inside just like I do for you

You move your fingers to inside of you, after pumping them in and out a few times you curl your fingers. You take a picture to send to Pansy. She rubs herself slowly looking at the picture.

-darling you look so wet, how does it feel?

-so good, I can’t stop imagining your face inbetween my legs

-I need to taste your sweet pussy again

-Pans I’m so close

-good girl, rub that sensitive clit of yours

You scroll up to find the first image of Pansy in the mirror. You try to keep your voice down but you can’t help it, you put a pillow over your face as you finish.

-I love you so much

-was it good darling? did it feel like i was with you?

-it was good but you make me scream, nowhere as good as when you just used your fingers on me

-darling, I need some assistance I’m already very wet and sensitive

Pansy sends another picture of her soaked pussy.

-your pussy is so fucking pretty, holy shit I’d attack it with my mouth, my lips wrapped around your clit sucking as you’d moan

Pansy finds herself rereading the message over and over again and each time her hand got faster on her clit.

-keep going darling

-while I’d be sucking on that swollen clit I’d also finger your tight cunt just pound my fingers in and out

Pansy bites her lip to stop her heavy breathing.

-I’d rub our cunts together and taste myself on yours just like we always do

Pansy puts her phone down she grips the sheets as she finishes and sends one last picture of the mess she made on her sheets.

-oh wow, that is really hot Pansy

-same time tomorrow?

-FaceTime sex instead?

-even better just gotta keep quiet

-perfect. I love you and I’m exhausted

-can we please talk for a while longer? I miss you a lot

-call me

Pansy calls you, her name lighting up on your screen warms your heart. “Hi Pans” “Hi darling, I’m sorry I hate to keep you awake but I miss you so much. You can fall asleep like we always do.” You and Pansy talk until you fall asleep “Goodnight I love you Y/n” Pansy whispers and hangs up the phone, closing her eyes to fall asleep.

[botanicaljars]

You’re safe with me!

• young!severus snape x reader

• word count: 963

• Warnings: swearing

(part 3/4)

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“Sev!!” you announced to the the dark haired boy before placing your hands on his shoulders and giving him a light shove, he had his head down, hair falling in front of his face “Where have you been? Are you okay?”

“Nowhere. I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replied quickly. He increased his pace but you quickened yours to match his.

“Severus, please don’t ignore my question,” you tried to reach for his hand but he yanked it away, “Fine. be like that.”

“Y/N I don’t know why you care so much about me…” He said, stopping in place. You walked in front of him and grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at you. Forming on his left eye was a bruise, a deep purple bruise that covered at least a quarter of his face, you stopped, gently running your finger over it.

“What happened?” You asked, concern laced in your voice. “Who did this to you?”

“Take a guess,” he replied, the first person who came to your head was James.

“That foul git.” You snapped out harshly, “Who the fuck does he think he is?”

“Y/N just leave it,” he muttered. “It’ll only make things worse.”

“After this, he won’t ever mess with you again,” You scowled, eyebrows furrowing as rage built in your body, ready to bubble over the edge at any moment.

You walked quickly through the hallways, with Severus in tow. Turning corner after corner to find the Gryffindor common room. You bashed your hand on the painting violently as the Fat Lady screamed at you.

“Just what do you think you’re doing? Bringing a slytherin here?”

“Oh shut up old hag, open the fucking door.” You spat, venom laced in your voice singeing the air as you spoke.

“Fine fine if it gets you to stop bashing on my wonderfully painted trees.” she replied as she swung her door open.

You dragged Severus down the short hallway before stopping at the entrance. Your eyes scanned the room looking for a certain dickhead Gryffindor. He was sat in the corner with his friends laughing. You strode up to him, confidently.

“James. Potter.” You spoke, “What the fuck. Do you think. You’re doing. To my friends?”

He turned to look at you; anger seeping off of you as Severus hung his head low in embarrassment. “What do you mean Y/N?”

“What do you mean? Look at his fucking eye.” You pointed directly at Severus, he gulped.

“Cmon. He deserves it.” James replied. You didn’t even think, you grabbed the back of his head and lurched him backwards before smashing his head into the table in front of him, your fingers twisting and pulling on his hair. He tried to grab your arm to stop you, but it didn’t work, you were now bashing his head against the mahogany table, over and over. His nose began to bleed as you heard a crunch with the final blow.

“Don’t fucking touch him, ever again. Got it?” He just silently nodded at you. Everyone was now staring at you in the common room, whispering as you walked out angrily with Severus following quickly afterwards.

“Why did she do that?”

“Bro…She’s gotta be strong to overpower Mr Quidditch like that…”

“How long have you wanted to do that?”

“Forever ago.”

You pulled Severus into an empty classroom, sitting yourself on one of the desks, he slid the adjacent desk next to it and sat next to you.

“You didn’t have to do that,” he said after a brief period of time.

“Well, now he’s not going to fuck with you again?” you replied sheepishly. “Why’d he do it anyway?”

“Well uh…He saw me walking give you those daisies the other day, and he found it really embarrassing, and he “needed to show me that i was embarrassing” even though you liked it?”

“Well, James Potter is a dickhead, and I hate him.” You smiled at Severus, “Do you need some ice?”

“Probably, but i don’t want to go to Madam Pomfrey,” he sighed, “She’s probably sick of seeing me.”

“Well, I’ll help you!” you pulled out your wand, undid your tie and muttered “Glacius,” pointing it towards your tie. Your tie cooled down and froze as you pressed it against his swollen eye. “There…it should calm down in a bit,”

“Thank you for this Y/N, you really are so nice to me, why?”

“You’re always safe with me!!” You replied, swinging your legs under the table, “Well it’s because…”

You hadn’t admitted it to yourself, you didn’t think you ever could but…You were in love with Severus. You wanted to spend every second of every day with him, you wanted him to be the first and last face you saw before waking up and going to sleep.

“It’s because…I’m…” You started again, “It’s because I’m going to be a good friend!”

“Well…Thank you, I appreciate it.” he said, looking at you, still pressing your tie against his eye. “You’re honestly the best person i could ever want.”

“Severus…You’re really so kind,” you sat in silence for about five minutes as you treated his eye to the best of your ability, “Okay…It’s nearly decreased from swelling.”

“Thank you again.” The two of you stood up and walked out of the classroom.

“Come to the Slytherins common room this Friday yeah?” Severus said out of nowhere.

“Why? What’s happening on Friday?” You asked.

“It’s Narcissa’s birthday and…she told me to invite someone. so you’re my someone, please just be there.”

“Don’t worry Sev I will!!” You smiled at him, walking slowly, your hand inched your way to his, conjoining your pinky with his, you smiled to yourself at the small point of contact and kept walking with your head held up high.