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danadiadea · 2 months ago

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Sometimes I think how Joanne's perception of the teacher who gave her a bad grade, questioned her often and was sharp-tongued made her dislike him so deeply she inserted him into her works to humiliate him, call him names, paint him as mean and unfair, even though Mr. Nettleship was not, according to the evidence we have, a bad or abusive person in any way at all, and didn't mistreat Joanne;

I also think how the kids were frightened of Rickman as Snape just because he made mean faces and worn shadowy robes, to the extent of Evanna not wanting to seat near him during a charity event, even though he obviously was no harm to them at all, and they even knew logically he was acting;

Then I think how 11yo me literally cried sometimes before math classes. The funniest thing is even though the teacher was generally a huge asshole and called some students names (and threw stuff at them sometimes and was an actual fascist unlike Snape), she actually kinda liked me, but I just couldn't count for shit, and it was sufficient for my unstable little ass to make it into the end of the world.

The fact that Harry is our narrator should be taken under advisement fr. If you take any adult character from the saga and don't change one thing they say, but replace the verbs attributed to their speech with "sneered" and "spat" and then add a couple of reviling adjectives on top, then I bet they will have a different vibe. Snape wasn't cut out for that job for sure and if you dislike or are triggered by how he was depicted in the books, it's totally valid. Still, he is one of the least abusive and/or neglectful teachers in the saga if we look at the actions, words, and their consequences (how the students react to Snape and treat him and whether any of them including Harry and Neville show signs of trauma or even instantaneous detrimental is another story) directly and not at the descriptive vocabulary linked to them.

I disagree with your previous post. I think Snape was an abuser because abuse comes in many forms, not just physical. Abuse shames the victim, makes them feel small, and is something done frequently. It is a repetitive process of humiliation, degradation, undermining confidence, and abusing power through intimidation tactics. It is even worse when it comes from someone in a position of authority over the victim.

Harry and Neville were abused by Snape. I'm not saying he abused others, he probably didn’t. With other students, he was likely just strict and intimidating. But in the case of Harry and Neville, he was an abuser. And no, Neville did not deserve it just because he was bad at Potions, nor does that downplay Snape's actions.

That’s not to say I’m discrediting Snape’s own abuse, the pressure he was under, or the things he sacrificed and endured. I do understand and sympathize with him. But objectively, he was an abusive asshole, and that is a valid reason to hate him. Even if people understand all the nuances, as well as the economic and social oppression present in his character, it is perfectly fine to hate him simply because of his attitude.

Of course, many people who hate him are immature and have not fully understood his character, but some have. I myself am sometimes annoyed and disgusted by him, even if I empathize with him and find him interesting at the same time.

I’ve had teachers who didn’t like me and I’ve had abusive teachers, and it’s not the same thing. There are teachers who clearly don’t like you, and like any human being, they have their flaws and don’t know how to hide it as they should. Those are people who clearly shouldn’t be teaching, but it’s also true that this isn’t necessarily abusive behavior. I had a teacher who couldn’t stand me, and it was obvious from a mile away, and he didn’t even try to hide it, but that was nothing compared to the teacher who called students idiots, morons, gave them clearly humiliating nicknames, and systematically called them by those names.

It also had no comparison to the teacher who every week picked a student who, in his opinion, was terribly dressed, made them stand on the stage, and commented on their appearance from head to toe. It wasn’t remotely like the teacher who openly tried to flirt with 16-year-old students or the one who directly “brushed” the butts of 13-year-olds. Maybe it’s my own biased perspective of what abuse is, because I come from a background where someone like Snape would have been considered simply a jerk, but compared to the others, we would have seen him as one of the least problematic.

The thing is, I’ve seen quite tricky situations that didn’t involve physical abuse, like a primary school teacher telling a 7-year-old boy that his parents didn’t love him because if they did, they would have enrolled him in catechism. Or another telling a child he was a donkey for not knowing the two-times table and literally forcing the rest of the kids to sing a humiliating song about him for half the class.

I went to a Catholic school in the early 2000s, and that was basically a survival course for dealing with abusive adults. Snape being a jerk reminds me of a literature teacher I had who would make sarcastic and slightly humiliating comments to students who read mainstream books. And honestly, we saw him as one of the most tolerable things we experienced in those years.

#severus snape #pro severus snape #in addition i think how we as kids made vile comments about our teachers' appearance even though it was perfectly ordinary lol #i'm not proud of myself for that #math still makes me cry if you wonder #i've had a war related trauma at 11 #but fractions absolutely beat russia in my child brain #at least me being horrible at math wasn't deadly #rowling is extra petty #snape defense

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hewinked · 6 months ago

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im not that big on harry potter anymore but I could go on for hours about snape and how much he is not redeemable

like fr people want to milk some nuance out of harry potter so badly they refused to see how NOT misunderstood snape was

bro was petty as hell for living the rest of his life after that rejection as a big dramatic cunt

like sure man, I too if I had the chance might occasionally bully a child, in good fun, as a teacher

and sure, being dramatic? god given right to be dramatic when the time calls for it honestly

but man's lived every second of every day that way, being as heinous as he could be to literally everyone

man's was a horrible teacher too, you could argue he was a great potion maker or something because of the book he wrote as a teenager, but he didnt teach any of the stuff he wrote in that book, he taught from other peoples books, plus this man spent so much time insulting those kids abilities i think he forgot to actually do more then read out whatever book he picked

like the only kids who succeed in his class are people who do way too much extra work (hermoine) and the few Slytherin kids that he legitimately private tutors

also neville having snape as his worst fear before all the war stuff is crazy because genuinely how much did you harrass this kid

also id like to say that fact that he was bullied by the marauder's is iirrelevant, I too would bully a fellow student if they went around hate speeching half-blood kids when they themselves are a half-blood

and ik he did because not only is it implied by remus and sirius in prisonor of azkaban, but he calls lily a mudblood so casually and then only apologizes bcs he has a crush on her

also he had originally genuinely joined up with the death eaters without the intention to spy so i dont wanna hear that he isnt a wizard racist bcs he so was

even though there is that thing where jk rowling said he only joined bcs he thought it would impress lily, but genuinely i think she was just trying to feed the sympathizers to back up her own half assed redemption attempt because yeah, i dont like snape's personallity but he couldnt have been a complete idiot,

who is stupid enough they join a group known for, and based on the belief that muggles and mudbloods should all be killed off, because they want to impress a half-blood girl?

imagine joining the kkk and becoming like a high ranking member of it bcs you want to impress a black girl so she'll date you💀💀💀

anyways i realize i said i wasnt that into harry potter in the begginning of this and then wrote all this but genuinely people who sympathize with snape are dumb

also last bit

cunty snape edits as a joke > cunty snape edits bcs you simpathize

sad snape edits of him burned > sad snape edits bcs you simpathize

simping over Alan Rickman > simping over snape

#idk how to tag #harry potter #severus snape #professor snape #fuck jkr #anti snape

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mitsuki91 · 2 years ago

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So! Some sort of good news (?).

As I said everywhere right now I am extra busy irl so I don't think I can write anymore new things (or if I do, I will write very slow) BUT

Ages ago I write (in italian of course) a "petty revenge" story that I think will trive on the international fandom of AO3, because this is the kind of story AO3 was born for (in fact, even in italian, this story has a boom of engagement compared to my other italian stories that... wow).

It is a dead!dove, of course. And the tale of "how was this atrocity born?" begin just right here on tumblr, when antis found me for the first time and I received threatening asks because I did the crime to tell people in english (my first attempt) that my otp is Severus Snape/Lily Luna Potter. They call me a ped0 and all of the names under the sun and I actually had a great laugh (the most funny thing was "I don't care if you say Lily Luna is an adult in your stories, in the book we see her as a child so of course you are a ped0" and the logic is so twisted I was in disbelief), but of course I am petty, so my mind went on "You want a ped0 story from me? You will have".

Don't worry, no Severus Snape in here (honestly you can thank god, I will never do something like this to him) because this is a story about the new gen. I recycle a silly idea I had in 2016 (being: "I want a story where Rose Weasley bang every male in the family", yes I know, but also I can not for my life write a p0rn without plot so I was missing the plot at the time) and added plot, context and angst. I ask myself: "What are all the wrong things I can put in there?" and that was my start.

Soooo back to the beginning. I asked a friend who transalte her fic in english how she does it, because I lack proper grammar and some other things, and she suggest me some tools... I proofread, of course, but maybe the english will not he the best (you can always suggest or correct me), BUT this is the occasion to unleash this monstrosity to the world, so stay tuned 👀

Also I put here a screenshot of the trigger warning because this is not a story for everyone and I don't want to traumatize random people so READ ONLY IF YOU CAN ACCEPT THIS. This is the most important thing to me.

This story will always be a giganormic "Fuck you" to the purity culture and also has feelings, so...

(Also just so you know: I triggered myself writing this. I found my limit as a writer with this story. Today I was listening to the playlist I created back then and there are some songs that trigger me again after months. I cried listening to them. That was not easy).

#fuck you purity culture #all the wrong things are in this fic #dead dove do not eat #my work #ao3 #ao3fic #rose weasley #rose weasley x everyone

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nizar-dreams · 1 year ago

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If Only You Believe In Miracles So Would I

Chapter 2: And I Am The Living Sign (Teaser

"It was the official first day of classes. Because of the additional staff, the schedule was very different than most of the original staff were used to. Like being able to have classes more often, rather than once every two days. For example: Astronomy classes could now be doubled scheduled so that, while Professor Sinistra was in the tower with her students, Professor Alvyan could be on the grounds or in another tower with roof access, and vice versa. Another being like Professor Snape’s and Camargo’s schedules where some teachers got a specific year or two and then shared the others. But, now everyone would see their students every other day, rather than once or twice a week since they now only had seven classes each between them with combined houses. Not that they had set schedules, as it was. Well, Camargo called it an ‘AB’ schedule where you had an ‘A’ schedule and a ‘B’ schedule. Then the week would look like one day was A, the next was B, and repeated — and if you started Monday with A, then the following Monday would start with B. It was definitely not familiar to Severus’s experience, as Hogwarts — or, really, Dumbledore — was all about chaotic schedules and awkward time periods, but he recond he’d get used to the time switches after a month.

Severus, amongst others, were just glad that they didn’t have to cram each lesson or frustrate themselves with having ‘doubles’. Those were absolute hell in Severus' pessimistic opinion. Don’t even get him started on a double class with Gryffindors and Slytherins! Even Minerva felt her patience fray each time, and even worse when they had O.W.Ls and N.E.W.Ts to prepare for. Now they actually might have time to grade homework and grade tests without wanting to strangle coworkers on what should be relaxful evenings and Saturdays.

Damn those who have always had ten to five classes to teach anyway. They didn’t have to deal with cramming twelve to fourteen different classes five days a week, somehow get each lesson to stick until the following week, completely switch gears to start teaching another class, and pray to whatever god would listen that nothing dared interrupt that lesson plan or so help me— No, they didn’t have to worry about that, or deal with being a head of house either. They could take care of their lessons and gradings efficiently and relax.

Yes, Severus was very spiteful about the whole thing, even if most of them were kind enough to help out where they could. He was, in fact, a petty man and well aware of it. Did he appreciate when his colleagues offered assistance? Yes, but it still left a bitter frustration he had only barely begun to let go.

But now... Now they did have the extra staff. Now, after years of pain, the workload was finally being shared.

Severus nearly prayed in thanks out of relief when the first day didn’t leave him hating every child walking through his door. Whose bright idea was it to cut staff down? A thousand children and teenagers, to only a handful adults?

Fucking. Ridiculous.

It was a wonder no one snapped under the pressure, and no wonder Minerva always came back frustrated with every attempt to encourage hiring more teachers.

Ten years of frustration, Severus pondered. Ten years of him nearly having panic attacks from being so new to teaching children who nearly killed themselves for being careless and forgetful (damn you Slughorn!), and ten years of having to go through mountains of homework and tests like a teacher’s personal Hell of — and truly — their own creation, and ten years of wondering why he didn’t give up after a particularly frustrating, hair-pulling week.

Ten years. Ten years ago he was barely an adult. Little more than a child who realised too late that he had made a grave mistake. He didn’t even know, back then, if he would even live half of those ten years, with Azkaban breathing down his neck and only saved by Albus Dumbledore. Ten years of his life were spent just trying to keep going because he promised Her.

Damn whoever cut staff down. Damn them."

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UGH ALMOST THE FIRST OF FEBUARY AND I CAN FINALLY POST THE NEXT CHAPTER!! (Bruh life drama caught up to me and I nearly forgot that i have to make sure the 2nd chapter was cleaned up and ready to go lmao rippp) ANYWAYS! Here’s a teaser, and exploring more of how I want to write Severus Snape. Considering I’m currently catching up to him in age, which is crazy, it’s making me reflect on how this stress would effect me at such an age and choosing the path he went through.

I would be a mess, frankly. I’m almost positive his skills in occlumency are what’s keeping him together 75% of the time throughout the entire Harry Potter stories and the other 25% because he’s a stubborn man who grew up fast because he had to.

Anyway. I hope you enjoy and give my story a look on AO3!

AO3 fic: If Only You Believe In Miracles So Would I

#ao3 writer #harry potter fanfic #fanfic #fanfic got out of hand #obsessed with my story #writers #harry potter world building #how big of a story is too big?#if only you believe in miracles so would i #ioybimswi #chapter teaser #severus snape #teachers have a hard job #how the staff at Hogwarts survive is a miracle in and of itself #i would cry #character study #lowkey character studying

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threeopennames · 2 years ago

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HP1C13

Nickleback Flannel

We lead off with something that becomes actually important later, but by accident. The 'crew' is doing research find out who the mysterious Flamel guy is. Harry, unfortunately, has been saddled with sports team practice and can't help out as much. So begins a long number of situations where sports takes priority for Harry over things that seem much more important. Not an unreasonable position for a child to take!

We take another dump on Hermione for having the audacity for being a good student, and we are treated to some Neville abuse, because it's funny when it happens to characters that aren't Harry Potter. What's extra weird that explicitly, EVERYONE but Hermione laughs, and she's the only one to go help him. This is like that hypothetical scene of the nerd coming in after getting a wedgie by the jocks and having his friends...point and laugh. In fact, our Good Guys Harry and Ron don't even really care until they hear Draco did it. Draco! The fiend! Let's stop mocking Neville for a minute now that we have an excuse to punch Draco.

Harry then, through his generous regifting of Hermione's Christmas gift, where the Flamel name comes from. This is both an interesting bit of reincorporation and kind of an unfortunate way to do it. The author employs something I'm not fond of which is the idea of a character getting lucky due to performing some 'good' act. I don't like the idea that if someone does the 'good' thing like helping a friend, the universe will bestow upon them a lucky solution to their current problem. I think I would have rather something like, Harry helps Neville, and then Neville is like 'oh hey I have a Flamel card you can have' and that way the REWARD for being a good friend is HAVING a good friend, and not that the cosmic fates have twisted to grant you a boon for following the rules.

Hermione has the solution to the biggest mystery yet, and so naturally, Ron is going to bitch and moan and be a petty asshole the whole time. We learn there's a magic stone. We also learn Harry is scared of dying, but not so scared he's going to tell anyone about it. Ron snaps at Hermione again for good measure and we get some more QUIDDITCH wow how lovely. Since Quidditch is boring, though, we lose interest really fast and instead go to some Draco bullying Neville. Then, after all the setup of Ron and Hermione practicing magic to really pull a fast one on Draco, Ron uses a clever trick to nah I'm just kidding he gets butthurt because Draco calls him poor then punches him in the face.

Snape looks angry and unhappy, which you're not allowed to be in the Harry Potter universe. We're then treated to Harry accidentally stumbling on his meeting with Quirrel. Again the author is rewarding Harry for doing a good thing (winning the spots?) by the universe handing him another solution to his current predicament. Anyway we also learn Neville got a concussion when Draco's friends beat him up, which is for some reason treated as not absolutely horrifying. We're also told that Fred and George steal food from the kitchens which like, okay, couldn't you have just asked? And then the chapter just ends with Ron being a nasty git, as we've come to expect.

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forthehpfanboys · 4 years ago

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Hush-Hush

Pair: Ron Weasley x Reader; he/him.

Summary: After pestering Ron about your romantic relationship for far longer than you anticipated, Your relationship with Ron was more than a mystery to his two friends, but one day, it comes tumbling out in the library, in the middle of the night, with a few witnesses.

Warnings: Swears, arguing.

Notes: I love Ron so much, oh and friendly Draco. And Slytherin reader. And I’m posting this at 4:35, so it isn’t the best.

~DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE~

You didn't even want to look at him, not in class, not in the corridors. You ignored his longing glances and his little notes during class. If he’d kept his promise, you would be sitting beside him, joking with his friends, not having a care in the world, but of course he didn’t. Ron had already made you more promises than you could count on both hands and he, somehow, managed to keep none of them. Almost every night he made a new empty promise.

So, you sat across the dining hall, your nose stuffed in one of your favorite books to distract yourself from the big blue puppy dog eyes a table away. You turned the page, your eyes gliding across the words with ease. Your brain effectively blocked out the empty threats, loud laughs and extra noise of the cramped room.

“I’m surprised you weren’t put in Ravenclaw.”

You barely casted the owner of the voice a three second glance before going back to your book. The body next to you let out a silent huff of annoyance before filling your empty cup with water. He never did like being ignored.

“If you’re gonna be petty, at least drink some water. I did warn you this was going to happen. His pride is higher than his squeaky voice.” The Slytherin next to you snatched the book from your hands before setting the glass in front of you.

“I don’t need you to take care of me, Draco.” Your nose scrunched up, your eyes scanned across the room, almost on instinct, and rolled seamlessly over the pouting redhead. “I can handle myself.” You gave Ron a sneer, causing him to flinch. The sneer quickly vanished as your gaze moved down to your plate. Reaching forward, you grabbed your goblet of water and took a sip.

“Good boy.” Draco’s words had you close to spewing water all over the book and poor students in front of you. Instead, it slid down the wrong pipe, resulting in a coughing fit that had you seeing shooting stars behind your lids. “Now maybe you can actually talk to him?” Draco gave your back a few pats, pathetically helping you recover from the near-death experience.

“No. I’ve spent too many nights sneaking out with him and too many hours in hidden tunnels arguing over this shit.” Your nose scrunched up again at the idea of experiencing another fight, the words from the night before still echoing in your conscious.

You didn’t like saying Ron had many flaws, most of them were stereotyped or just gossip floating around, but this was one of, like, five. He was thick-headed. He hated losing, hated arguments, and hated losing arguments more. He was a redhead that was hot-headed and he could be a nightmare. Swearing, interrupting you, yelling- however, he never insulted you head on. Just the occasional ‘don’t be daft!’.

Oh, and the topic of argument never really changed.

“So, you're going to break up with him? That’s… Well, as much as I hate the weasel, that might not be the best idea.” Draco held his hands out, palm side up, teetering his hands up and down, weighing the options. You watched him, now chin on your own palm, elbow on the table, eyes rolling. “I’d just talk to him.”

Your eyes moved from Draco’s silvery ones to Ron’s baby blues. A silent sigh left your body as he gave you a sad smile and a shy wave. He was doing that adorable thing where ears turn pink and it spreads across his cheeks and down to the tip of his nose. It wasn’t something he could control, but it was still adorable.

“They’re gonna pick up on it. Seriously, you’re making it far more obvious than he would like, (Y/n).” He gave you a soft nudge in the arm. Naturally, your attention moved from the Weasley trying to get a smile out of you to the blonde at your side. You missed Ron’s smile dropping off his cheeks. “I won’t beg you to talk to him, but you really should. Sometimes, words speak louder than actions, (L/n).”

“Says the one who decided the best way to ask out Zabini was knocking him off his broom during practice.” You smirked, raising your eyebrows as your friend's cheeks quickly changed from the usual pale to pink. You couldn’t help but snicker at his flustered expression. It wasn’t easy to fluster Malfoy, especially when he knew he was one of three people that knew this secret topic.

“Shut up, this isn’t about me. Focus, (Y/n). Just ta-” He was cut off by Dumbledore announcing that breakfast was over. He let out a groan, his hand coming up to rub his temples. “Look, please just talk to him. I’m sick of hearing him cry and bitch and moan and whimper and whine about how he’s so touch deprived.” Draco stood up, sliding your book off the table and into his hands. “Now stop reading and comfort your idiot lion.”

With a pat on your shoulder, he was following the rest of the Slytherin table out the colossal doors. You kept your eyes on his retreating figure until he got lost in the crowds. Soon enough, you were left alone, sitting idly by yourself in a huge dining hall. You watched the house elves come in and the food disappear, so you decided to find your way out.

You were swimming in your own thoughts, eyes not fully seeing and ears not fully hearing. You didn’t want to break up with Ron, you loved the idiot, but he was absolutely terrified to tell people he was dating you. Not because he didn’t feel the same way, but rather because of your house.

Not like your home status, like money and all that jazz, but over your Hogwarts house. He didn’t want to face the shit he’d get from his brothers, family and both houses in question. Ron was more worried about you than him. He didn’t want you being bullied, being thrown off the quidditch team or targeted by Snape like every other Gryffindor out there.

As you were walking out, you passed the Golden Trio, who were all chatting and chuckling, until they noticed you. Then the chatter died down, and two scowls were directed in your direction.

“What?” Your voice was flat and unwavering. Your eyes flicked between emerald green and cocoa brown, completely avoided the baby blues right between them. “If you're gonna say something, do it now. I’m really not in the mood for more of your biased shit.”

When no one spoke up, you nodded your head and turned away. You missed your ginger boyfriend taking a step forward while you hurried down the corridor. However, you didn’t miss the not subtle ‘Ron, what are you doing?’ and a soft ‘nothing’ following after. You rolled your eyes hard enough you almost tripped on an uneven tile.

They still didn’t know.

You stomped to your first class, ignoring the echoing footsteps a few feet behind you. You peeked over your shoulder and couldn’t help but let out a dramatic sigh. You ducked into transfiguration, hurrying over to an empty desk, claiming one of the last few empty seats. The trio that had followed you to class filled in after you, all three freezing at the sight of the desks.

It was usually two students per desk, meaning one was going to have to branch off to sit next to you. Hermione offered to split off, but Ron beat her to the desk, setting his stuff down on top and sat on the bench next to you.

“(L/n).” He greeted, watching his friends move into the empty desk from his peripheral vision. The redhead was trying to play it off like you barely talked to each other and that only fueled your disgruntlement.

“Weasley.” You responded, voice just as flat as before. You crossed your arms over the desk, hopefully signaling you weren’t in the mood for playful chatter during the class, but of course he didn’t pick up on it.

“How was breakfast?” His voice was quieter, softer than before. He played with the quill that once sat at the top of the desk, watching the drops of ink land back into the well. “I saw you talking with Malfoy.”

“Yeah?” You didn't even turn to him or show him a hint of a smile.

“Yeah.” Ron set the quill back in the ink before looking up at one of the many cages that surrounded the room. The silence that spread between the two of you quickly dispersed as McGonagall finally entered the classroom and started a cheerful good morning. She quickly slid into the lesson, the chalk effortlessly floating in the air as it wrote out the spells they’d be learning.

You rested your cheek against your hand while your dominant hand scribbled away on parchment. Soon, the various animal sounds were accompanied by the sound of writing and you really couldn’t complain. It was a nice sound, but you noticed your boyfriend hadn’t even picked up his quill. Giving him a harsh nudge brought him back to reality, allowing him to catch up on the topics.

“You never answered my question.” Ron leaned over to whisper to you, still actively scribbling his notes. Granted they were messy, but if he could read it, who cared? “How was breakfast?”

“Fine, Ronald. It was fine.” You still didn’t turn to him or look at him. Like Draco, Ron didn’t like being ignored. He licked his lips before opening his mouth again. He knew why you were grumpy with him, but he was hoping his charming demeanor would shove the frustration away from you.

“Can you at least look at me? I miss your pretty eyes.” He tried to flash you a charming smile, but it quickly faded when you gave him an unimpressed look. He swallowed thickly, turning back to the front of the classroom. “Sorry.”

You let out a sigh, glancing at the table to the right of Ron, accidentally meeting brown judgmental eyes that belonged to your boyfriend's friend. You faced the front quickly, letting out a sigh through your nose.

“Alright, I’m sorry for being sour. I have every right to be, ya know.” You whispered quickly, repeating the spell with the class after McGonagall, like she instructed. You brought your pointer finger to your mouth, nibbling on the skin next to your nail. It was a stress habit you had picked up recently.

“It’s ok, lovie.” Ron couldn’t help but smile, albeit a small one. He reached out, gently placing his hand on your knee. “I- hey, stop that.” He smacked your hand away from your lips, shooting a soft glare at you. “I know you're stressed. It’s gonna be ok.”

With a quick glance back at the table to Ron’s right from the corner of your eye, you gently moved his hand off your leg. When he opened his mouth to question what you were doing, you cut him off.

“They’re getting suspicious. I’ll meet you in the library tonight, usual time.” You tried not to smile at the enthusiastic nod he gave. And you especially tried not to nod when McGonagall called on him.

“So, Mr. Weasley, you do know the answer?” Her tone had a hint of judgement to it, and the sudden attention drawn to him had Ron’s cheeks brightening in color again. You almost snorted as he stuttered out a loud ‘n-no ma’am!’.

The classes dragged on from there, leaving you tired, frustrated and more touch deprived than ever. You were excited to have some time alone with Ron and prayed to Merlin that it wouldn’t lead to an argument. You wanted to lean against him while he read the Beedle the Bard stories- more specifically the Tale of the Three Brothers that he knew by memory.

The daydreams of being pressed against him while he read to you helped you get through dinner. You borderline sprinted through the halls, weaving through everyone to get up to your dorm. You grabbed a few books from your collection before you were running through all the halls again. Balancing the thick books against your chest, you pushed open the towering doors of Hogwarts library and hurried in.

“Ronnie?” You whispered, walking deeper into the dark room. Your eyes were naturally drawn to the faint light of a lantern illuminating from one of the many tables and figured it must be Ron. It was far past curfew to be anyone else. “Ron?” You called out, louder this time, weaving past the study areas and great book shelves.

“Over here, darling.” His distinct voice filled in the room, immediately putting you at ease. You quickened your pace, breathing heavily from the weight of the books. Once you made it to the table Ron had deemed his, you set the books down, wincing at the volume of the bang. “Merlin! What did you bring?” He teased, looking at each book title.

“What? They're just books. I know you can read, so I plan on extorting your vocabulary.” You smiled, slipping into the seat next to him. You reached for his hand, enjoying how his calloused skin finally eased the itch you’d been feeling for the past few hours. “Will you read to me?” The edges of your smile twitched downward when he broke out in a fit of giggles. “What?”

“First of all, that’s adorable.” His sideways smile and charming voice had you blushing under his gaze. “And second, we’re in a library. I’m gonna say the words again. We’re in a library. Why did you bring your books when we’re surrounded by them?”

“Because.. I did not feel like looking for them.” You stammered, nudging your boyfriend away from you when he wrapped an arm around the back of your chair and tugged it closer.

“I have a feeling that’s not the real reason, dollie. Is it because my boyfriend forgot what a library was for?” His smug tone had your face turning a darker shade of red.

“Shut it, Weasley. Just read to me.” You stood up, ignoring Ron’s deep laugh. You effortlessly slipped out of his grasp and transfigured your chair into a medium sized bean bag for you and Ron to share. While you moved the bag against one of the book shelves, Ron regathered the books and the lantern.

He plopped onto the bag, enjoying how his body sunk into the middle of the bag. He set the books down next to him in a stack and balanced the lantern on top. Then, he opened his arms, allowing you to sit on his lap and lean back into him. He was able to wrap his arms around your waist and peer over your head, making this the best reading/snuggle position known to wizard or man.

“Pick your poison, (Y/n). What story do you want?” Ron kissed the back of your head before naming off the stories.

“What about Babbitty Rabbitty and her Cackling Stump?” You looked up at him, craning your neck to see his expression. His eyes gazed into yours before his tongue was poking the inside of his cheek.

“You just wanna hear me say Babbitty Rabbitty and think it’s cute. Not gonna happen, cookie. Pick a different one.” He gave your stomach a pat of affection, his eyes twinkling in the lamp light.

“Fine, the Three Brothers, then. I knew you would end up picking that story anyway, it being your favorite and all.” You grumbled the last part, jokingly crossing your arms with exaggeration. He rolled his eyes, not that you saw, and began to tell the story, by heart, like usual.

The only unusual thing was his story telling kept getting interrupted by his own yawns, causing him to lose his place and nearly start the story over. He removed an arm from around you to rub his eye, trying almost desperately to stay awake. The ginger was so focused on staying awake he almost missed you speaking, but managed to catch the tail end.

“-like the brother who asked to hide from death, don’t you think?”

“Come again, love?” Ron ran his fingers through your hair, enjoying the way it moved with his hand. His grin matched his joy, easily, especially when he thought his amazing and talented boyfriend had a question about the story. However, he was no wear near ready for the curve ball coming his way.

“I was just saying maybe we.. We could actually sleep if we told everyone. We wouldn’t have to sneak around.”

“Not this again, (Y/n), come on.” he spoke, putting his hands on your waist and moving you forward on the bean bag, trying to signal you to stand. “We’ve talked about this dozens of times! I’m just not ready.”

“When will you be ready?” You stood up, turning toward him. While he thought over his reply, you ran a hand through your hair, foot tapping impatiently as tension filled the once related and happy room. He just pathetically shrugged his shoulders. “Ron, that isn’t an answer.”

“It isn’t fair for you to ask me to set a date to tell my friends I’m frisking with the enemy!” His frustration over the topic was quickly coming back, as it usually did. You, on the other hand, just felt pissed. Your jaw was hanging open in disbelief.

“I’m sorry. ‘Frisking with the enemy’ might not be the term you're looking for. Would you like to try again?” You stood up, crossing your arms over your chest, this time with actual anger.

“You know what I mean!” He shouted while struggling to leave the bean bag’s slippery grasp. “Damnit!” He grumbled through his teeth, effectively slipping and falling back into the soft chair.

“All I’m saying is that it’s just beneficial. We could be open! We wouldn’t have to stress about looking at each other too long or brushing shoulders in the hallway! We could be a normal teenage couple!” You didn’t think you were being unreasonable.

“I thought you could let this go for one day!” Ron had finally stood up, moving around you to now pace in the empty library. He put his hands in his pocket, turning back to you again. “Just one day, let us, maybe, not fight.”

“It isn’t my fault you don’t listen to reason.” You grumbled. Ron made a confused and almost betrayed sound.

“Me? Oh, no, darling. You’re the one that’s being all mental. Do you know what they’ll say about us? A Slytherin and a Gryffindor?” He pointed to you, then himself. “We’ll be a target for both teams. They’ll drag us apart and run us through mud!’

“Ronnie, I’m not asking you to wear a sign that says you're boning a Slytherin and share it with the whole school. Just our friends.” You ran your hand through your hair again. Your stress from the day was beginning to boil over. “You can’t keep brushing this off like it’s not affecting either of us.”

“It isn’t! I’m perfectly content like this.”

“The bags under your eyes and the constant yawning say otherwise.” Running a hand down your face, you looked around at the empty library. You were sure Madam Pince was out, due to the fact that she would’ve already had a cow over the fact you both snuck in. “I..” Draco’s words from earlier were ringing in your skull all over again. You brought a finger to your lips without even realizing it and began to chew at the skin anxiously.

“What’s wrong?” Ron tried to keep the anger out of his tone, but he failed. It shined through like a dirty penny being whipped clean, exposing the shiny copper beneath the grime. “Is it something I did again?”

“I don’t know how long I can keep doing this, Ronnie.” As you spoke, your nose began to sting while your eyes burned. You didn’t want to say it, and maybe you shouldn’t have, but you did. His face changed between a few dozen emotions before finally landing on confused. Ron took careful steps toward you, his eyes swirling with worry and fear. Fear of losing you. When he was close enough to feel the short breaths leaving your mouth, he grabbed your arms, giving you a soft squeeze.

“What do you mean?” His eyes bounced back and forth between yours, his arms squeezing a tad harder. “Do you want to break up with me?” His heart felt like it was caught in his throat. Once the words were out, you realized that was far from what you actually wanted.

“No!” Your anger was making a sequel appearance in the argument. “I just can’t keep sneaking around! It hurts!” You didn’t care that you sounded like a child, it felt like everyone was waving a relationship in your face and you couldn’t do anything about it.

“What do you want me to do? Stand up on a table and shout it out? I’ll do it!” Ron ran over to one of the few tables not crowded by carbon copies, putting one foot on a chair and the other on the top of the oak polished. He easily put all of his weight on the table, flaring his arms out before allowing them to fall back against his legs.

“Ron, get down!” You whispered harshly, hurrying after him and tugging on his hands. You’d gladly tug him down and continue this argument anywhere else. “Please get down.”

“Nope! Not until you stop being mad at me!” He crossed his arms over his chest, ignoring the sting of his lip trapped between his teeth. The Gryffindor took a deep breath before he let out a sigh. His fingers tapped along the side of his biceps and his gaze moved to the old high roof of the library.

“I have every right to be mad at you! Now come down right now!” This time you tugged at his pant leg, a groan of frustration leaving your lips as he took a step back. The table creaked in protest, but both of you ignored it.

“No! If this is what I have to do to make sure we can keep staying together, then I’ll do it! Because you mean more to me than anyone in this school and I can’t afford to lose you!” He stomped his foot to emphasize his point. While he was doing his tangent, you made eye contact with some students who really should’ve been sleeping.

“Um, Ron?”

“I really should say it more often but I love you! And-”

“Ron-”

“Don't interrupt me, lovie, I’m trying to save our relationship. And I should prove it more often too, so, tomorrow, I’ll stand up on the dining tables during breakfast and announce I have been dating (L/n) for the past year and that nothing can change that!” He tossed his head back, holding his arms out like a man feeling rain for the first time in a century.

“Are you done now?” You watched him carefully, crossing your arms over your chest. Once his arms dropped to his sides again, he nodded his head. “Cool, cause they know.” Ron’s head snapped around the empty library before he turned around, seeing Harry and Hermione standing just a few feet behind the table he was standing on.

“Oh. Hi, guys. I thought um.. What aarre... Why?” He took a step back, effectively shifting the weight from the middle, resulting in the table tipping. With a shout, the ginger collided with the floor. You, Harry and Hermione flinched at the thud that echoed in the dead silent room.

“Ronnie? You ok?” You walked over to him. You couldn’t help but snicker at the strawberry tint that covered his pale skin. You bent down, obstructing some of his view of the beautifully articulated ceiling, which he quickly brought up, hoping to cause his friends to forget about what they heard.

“Wow. They really put a lot of work in the detailing, huh? Brilliant! It’s truly fantastic. Is that oak?” He rubbed his head as he sat up, looking at the titled table. He looked up at his best friends before standing up, albeit clumsily.

An awkward silence quickly fell over the room. Ron shifted his weight between his feet. You chewed on your nail. Hermione played with her hair. Harry rubbed the back of his neck.

“Well? Are you going to explain yourselves?” Hermione spoke up suddenly. She put her hands on her hips, clearly not happy with the outcome of everything.

“Or we could just let them be. They seemed to be having a moment.” Harry spoke up, awkwardly putting his hands in his pockets and looking down at his shoes.

“Nonsense. You dragged me out of bed for this, Harry. I expect a full explanation.”

So, with that, Ron fixed the table, everyone sat down and the story of how your relationship with Ron morphed from enemies to lovers in a few years time. Both of his friends listened intently until the story was over. Hermione asked a few questions about some basic things, one of them being if that was why he was rubbing your knee earlier that day, but soon enough, the four of you decided it was late. After transfiguring the bean bag back into a chair and putting the lantern out, you split up, heading back to your different common rooms, but not without a kiss and a good night from Ron.

The next morning came quickly and Ron was waiting by the entrance to the dining hall. He had woken up early, despite the few hours of sleep he’d gotten from the night before. Talking to his best friends about his secret boyfriend went far, far deeper into the night than he’d expected. So, here he was, waiting patiently for them to show up so he could keep his promise.

He nodded to his brothers and their friends, and his sister and her friends, before his own finally came trotting along. His heart physically fluttered when he saw Harry, Hermione and you, not just walking side by side, but joking and laughing. He bit his lip to try to prevent his smile from growing too wide.

“Hey guys!” He called out, ignoring everyone in the hall and rushing over. This time, he didn’t hesitate to grab your hand, even going as far as kissing your knuckles. You couldn’t stop yourself from grinning or blushing over the simple affection, and you felt the touch starved itch disintegrate inside of you slowly.

“Hey, Ron.” Hermione chimed in, catching her breath from laughing.

“Good morning, mate. Ready for the big day?” Harry asked, nudging Ron in the side.

“As ready as I can be.” He replied with a grin, shooting your confused expression a wink.

“What are you guys goin’ on about?” Your eyes danced between Harry’s and Ron's, that seemed to have an invisible way of communication that you were quickly becoming jealous of.

“Nothing, prince. I’ll tell you while we eat.” Ron casted you his mischievous grin while getting the door and was hoping Merlin you couldn’t see the nervousness in his eyes. When you walked in, you instinctively began to head over to the now waving Draco, ready to tell him the news, but the hood of your robe was grabbed and you were being dragged to the Gryffindor table.

You were sat down and Ron was scuttling up to the teachers table, but before long, he was coming right back to the table to sit next to you. Except, he didn’t sit, he stood behind you, fixing your robe.

“Seriously, Ron, what are you doing?”

“Nothing, bunny, just relax.” He kissed your head, shooting you another wink. “I just want to keep my promise from last night.” Before what he said could even click in your head, he was climbing onto the Gryffindor table, grinning down at you. “Oh, and before I forget, or get buried alive by my family, remember that I love you, yeah?” All too suddenly, he was whistling to catch everyone in the dining halls attention and he was dramatically clearing his throat.

Why McGonagall let him stand on a table and talk for almost fifteen minutes about how he was dating a Slytherin, you still don’t know, but you couldn’t help but smile up at him as he ranted about your gorgeous smile and your perfect hands and shiny eyes to the entire school.

And, of course Draco started chanting ‘kiss! kiss! kiss!’ after his speech was done.

#ron weasley x male reader #ron weasley imagine #Ron Weasley #hp x male reader #x male reader #male reader #hp imagine #Draco Malfoy #Harry Potter #Hermione Granger

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snapeingturtle · 3 years ago

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Turtle's self-indulgent, incomplete, highly specific Snapefic prompt list (with categories!)

When I say specific and self-indulgent, I mean it. Named these only to differentiate the similar ones.

Snape and mentorship

Snape, the apprentice

Snape becomes a teacher after the Potters were murdered, and has to be trained to become an independent professor. Slughorn is technically the one training him but he uses him more as an assistant, so Snape receives mentoring from the other staff.

Snape's apprentice

Post-war: an ex-student (any student tbh) aspires to be a potions master. Snape takes them as his apprentice. Snape sees a lot of himself in his apprentice.

Poppy's follower

Canon-compliant golden trio era story focusing on Snape. But instead of taking over as the potions master Snape replaces madam Pomfrey, who got an opportunity to specialise in her passion field of healing (or leaves for some other reason BUT SHE DOESN'T DIE and she visits Hogwarts often because she's married to Madam Hooch)

Quest for happiness

Post-war, severitus vibes: Snape lives, gets therapy, moves to an isolated place and finds peace. Harry finds himself unhappy as an auror, goes to visit Snape who helps him to find peace, because if he could, so could anyone. Stories from Lily as a kid, petty bickering, grey-haired Snape.

Snape and companionship

Does before hoes

Platonic Snily focused, lesbian Lily, they have their falling out etc. Years later they find each other after they both escaped to the muggle world. They rekindle their friendship.

The prince and the fool

Light-hearted, canon-compliant-ish. Optional Snockhart. One of Lockhart's fake accomplished was actually Snape's. Lockhart failed to obliviate him, but they made a deal with Snape getting monthly stipends from Lockhart to keep silent. Set around CoS for extra drama.

Snape gets revenge

It's not personal, it's business

Light-hearted, crackfic and Snucius/Snucissa potential. No voldemort bc who has time to fight him with this drama going on. Snape lands an apprenticeship with some potion creator straight out of school and masters the craft of creating potions. As a favour to Lucius he creates some hair potions. With Lucius's investment he starts his own line and takes over the market. Fleamont Potter who invested everything in his own business goes out of business and the Potters lose their wealth.

Vermin

Evil Snape. He lets the Death Eaters try to recruit him, but doesn't commit to it, seeks revenge himself instead. Is able to get favours from the Death Eaters, he has his ways. With help from the Death Eaters, he succeeds turning Peter against his friends. Optional spices include whore!Snape, dark!Lily, Peter x any DE.

#snape fanfic #snapedom #snape fandom #turtle's bad self indulgent fanfic ideas

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magicmindless · 3 years ago

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Yeee more headcanons

-Mousse and Whippa know how to do magic tricks just because. They are like magicians in a way, how they always seem to appear, and disappear when you least expect it

-Rollie hates public transport like buses and trains. He’s both germaphobic and claustrophobic so the idea of being tightly packed in a box with a bunch of strangers squished against him doesn’t sound very fun to say the least

-Timm sometimes draws fake freckles on himself while he’s doing makeup

-Boopsy’s real name is Benjamin

-Contrary to popular belief, Boopsy can talk. He just doesn’t do it during shows (only through Bill) and usually doesn’t talk unless it's necessary. His voice sounds like Snape from Harry Potter

-Boopsy’s character is mysterious, yet very polite and generous. He speaks with a soft tone, and he calls people he doesn’t know well stuff like sir, madam, young man/lady, kiddo, etc. He will sometimes offer people treats or extra money randomly

-Yuko is very wealthy and lives in a mansion all by herself aside from the servants who work for her. She’s quite lonely though and doesn't have many friends in Oilseed. She usually copes with photography and painting. A lot of her works hang around her mansion to give it some color

-Crystal’s pet mink, Cannoli, is a bit stuck up like she is and takes a while to warm up to people. But it doesn't mind running away now and then to look for shiny things like coins. Once he came back with a cellphone and Crystal had to call someone from the contact list to return it

-Duke Gotcha has a skin care routine yet he’s not willing to share it

-Sue can bake really good pastries and sometimes gives them out to the neighbors on her floor cause sometimes she makes a lot

-Clair and Vincent have the same dynamic as Julieta and Augustin from Encanto. Also they are SUPER in love with each other and are always calling each other pet names and cooing

over each other and Sasha has to watch it all and CRINGE

-Mary and James are brother and sister (James being older) who were adopted by Skip when they were really little

-Johnny and Wendy used to absolutely despise each other as kids, but then became petty friends as teens, and are now neighbors and pretty much best friends

-Kayla can run in heels

-CJ Friskens hates water and will hiss like a cat if he gets wet. Also he can’t swim

-Eduardo is partially deaf and needs hearing aids

-During the production of Mocharia, whenever there was offtime, some of the crew would do karaoke

-Cameo, Timm, and Cecilia are all insanely good at beat saber

-Chuck has been a nude model for art schools before

-James and Mary used to play fight when they were little

-Rudy has a fear of dolls

#papa louie #papa louie headcanons #flipline studios

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halfblood-princes-crown · 2 years ago

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ELA anon again It’s nice to see u feeling better! 😊

on chapter seventeen, five more chapters

I really hate it when McGonagall leaves Neville to possibly die, maybe she could’ve made him a piece of paper with a password only he knows (an easy one) with the passwords, but then again they did chase Sirius out and upped security but like 🤷‍♀️ dead student?

When they get the fire bolt, Hermione does a spell that would reveal (or disappear) any jinxes on the thing

so when Snaps gets the marauders map, why doesn’t he use that or something similar or stronger for it? like ohhh the second hand embarrassment 🫠 I get he might be feeling strong emotions and stuff but ”show me your true face bitch” like no 🫣

It hurts to see Harry be like “my father didn’t strut” ohh when he learns 🤭

Anyways, oof imagine calling over ur childhood bystander to confirm giving something very illegal to an innocent minor (even though he didn’t do it)

just not it ��

Kinda feel Bad for Lupin though he’s thoughts we’re probably like

“How did I forget about that?” “Maybe if I remembered it earlier, Ron wouldn’t have been hurt, the Fat Lady wouldn’t be terrified to do her job, everyone would’ve been safe” stuff like that

It’s so satisfying reading Hermione slapping him in the face😊😊😊

Draco reminds me of a kid I saw at a bday party, I’m having an convo walking past him “shut up you donkey!!” 💀

Quidditch is the dumbest thing ever, 0/0 stars

Harry’s first crush, give it up for Cho Chang!!!! (8/10 stars) The stress for Hermione and her extra emotions I Just wanna slap her for all the classes and wrap her up and make her take care of herself 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

Also Peter really holding up for Voldemort? Bro gave up free food and good home for crucio 😔

and Istg if I had to hide and my old bitchass rat who I thought was dead kept making noise, I would’ve snapped his neck. I already practiced mourning him, ready for round two 🤷‍♀️ Anyways ahh books almost to an end

Have a glorious day!!

Jeez…would you believe me if I said your ask JUST popped up…it did that with someone else’s ask too. Idk whats up with tumblr 😒

Anyways, THANK YOU! Feeling a lot better!

Yea, I didn’t like that she did that either. I think it’s really overlooked in the fandom and that’s a bit disappointing.

And not too much on my boi Sev, he was going through it 😭 let him have his embarrassing moments 💀 (ngl I never thought about that💀 he’s trying)

Harry: “My father didn’t STRUT!”

Snape on the inside:

There’s very…VERY…few things I feel bad for Remus about, but yea, I wonder what he was thinking…I think he might have laughed a little in his head…or maybe I’m being petty, idk 🤷🏽

And yes, we love Hermione for that😌

Draco reminds me of a lot of things…none of them are good. Canon Draco makes me itch but I like Fanon Draco, I can admit that proudly

Oouu, I thought I was the only one that thought quidditch was boring 💀 but to be fair, my opinion is irrelevant because I can’t mentally keep up with the majority of sports, with a few exceptions

CHO CHANG!!! I love her

Why so violent 😭 you sound like my irl friend who was yelling at me for pulling an all-nighter so that I could write. HERMIONE CANT HELP THAT SHES A HARD WORKING YOUNGSTER!

Ah yes, Peter. I really want to know more about him! He’s another one of those complex characters. I want to look at hcs but not from Marauders stans because they erase his interesting traits to make him fit their image. I need snapedom hcs of Peter 🤔

THE VIOLENCE! ANON WHY😭 not the rat 🥺 (fun fact: I love rats! They get a bad rep and people lie about them a lot)

Have a spectacular day! 💚

#ELA anon

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theleftovertaco · 4 years ago

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Intro and Masterlist

Hi! I’m Nick . I write a mix of fics, hcs, and general HP shitposts

Ask guidelines

Just a heads up, I always accept asks and requests, however, I reserve the right to decline writing your requests.

Please do not send super specific asks. I don’t mean like “shy hufflepuff reader w this person in this scenario” (that’s completely fine). But If you send me an ask telling me to look up personalities, characters from from other fandoms, and obscure things that have me looking stuff up on YouTube for an hour, you are automatically my last priority in my ask list, and there is a decent chance that I might just delete the ask after a long time. If I don’t think I can write a story well, there’s a decent chance that I won’t, and instead I would suggest finding someone who you think would.

Here is some of the stuff that is currently an absolute no go for me (I am open to discussion as to why I won’t write this but please do not straight up ask me to write this)

Rape/noncon

Incest

Bestiality

Race or age play

Urination or Fecal matter

Pedophilia

Hard domination from a male character (it just personally makes me uncomfortable and unsafe so I don’t write it)

I’m not fucking writing for Peter Pettigrew it just makes me uncomfortable

Nor do I write for Snape at least not now (may change stance later)

Things that I am flexible on

Lighter domination from a male character (if the component isn’t super strong then I might write it)

Yeah for right now that’s all I’m hesitant on as far as I know you can send in anything other than that

Masterlist

My posts are so fuckin scattered lmaooooo here’s the current masterlist

Fred Weasley

April Fool’s

Skirt/TikTok hc

Fred in a Skirt hc

Nearly Identical

Fred and George Animal HCs

Fred Animal HCs (separate)

Magic Man

Please (sub!fred)

Caught

Sub!Fred HCs

Bad Day (sub!fred)

Stripper Fred HCs

Petty Rivalry (sub!Fred)

George Weasley

April Fool’s

Skirt/TikTok hc

Draw Me

Nearly Identical

Sweater Paws

Fred and George HCs

Fred and George Animal HCs

George Animal HCs (separate)

Home For The Summer

Wrapped (sub!george smut)

Pins and Needles

Stripper George HCs

Ring/Hand kink (dom!george)

Harry Potter

Skirt/ TikTok hc

Anger Management

Draco Malfoy

Skirt/TikTok hc

Draco MAIDfoy

Ron Weasley

Skirt/TikTok hc

Neville Longbottom

Skirt/TikTok hc

Black and Blue

Is She Dead?

Petal (Sub!Neville smut)

Neville x Ravenclaw!reader HCs

Charlie Weasley

Put Your Hands in The Holes of My Sweater

Dragons Over Gender Roles

Laughing Gas

You Have a Girlfriend?

Cedric Diggory

Cedric Punk Intro HCs

Oliver Wood

Bunny (dom!Ollie smut)

Take Care of Me (sub!ollie smut)

Simple (smut)

Kink Game

Draco (Pregnancy)

Draco (facesitting)

Hermione (edging)

George (innocence)

George (breathplay)

George (innocence reversed)

Harry (femdom)

Harry (praise)

Cedric (praise)

Cedric (innocence)

Ron (spit)

Ron (choking)

Ron (size)

Ron (hair pulling)

Fleur (dirty talk)

Charlie (biting)

Fred (biting)

Everyone (General HCs)

You Were Maid For This

HP Boys Wearing Nail Polish HC pt 1

HP Boys Wearing Nail Polish HC pt 2

HP Boys Wearing Nail Polish HC pt 3

HP Boys in Heels

HP Boys in Makeup

Plastic Jaws of Terror

The Boys in Heels

The Boys in Makeup

The Boys in Lingerie

The Boys in Crop Tops

The Boys with Piercings

Don’t Move (smut)

Post War HCs

Love Languages

Extras/Specific Requests/OCs

Ratel (black reader)

Champurrado (Latine!reader)

HP Characters as Things My Chaotic Friends Have Said

HP Characters as Things My Chaotic Friends Have Said pt 2.

Coming Soon

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thesoftrainbows · 3 years ago

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I have some advice for a way to portray the Marauders and Snape's relationship! They bullied him, but Snape was never defenseless (except for That Prank) and I think it started from some animosity on the train during their first year, them Snape continued to be a jerk. Snape seemed to be the only person that they were constantly picking on, so must've done something to earn their ire. They were pranksters, but not normally bullies. Most of the students and teachers had mostly good things to say about them.

I think a good way to portray it is that the Marauders and Snape constantly being at each other's throats in small, petty ways. The Marauders would only go after Snape when he deserved it or was being extra bloodcult-y. They were bullies because they all ganged up on him, but I don't think that was always the case.

I think they had some kind of moral code - they were Gryffindors after all, if nothing else, their honor would've stopped them from always going after him physically - so it was usually just one on one or two to one. The others would be the lookouts, or help them plan. They'd insult him and he'd fire right back.

Most of their pranks were harmless, I think, except for The Prank. Mostly cutting words and petty actions that didn't mean much at the time, but mounted up to he quite annoying.

Hope this helps!

Hey Anon!

Firstly, thank you for the advice. I really appreciate it.

Secondly, I've been interacting with some Snape stans because I wanted him to be humanized. Snape, as well as the Marauders, are going to have a lot of flaws, but also a lot of good traits. There are going to be times in which the Marauders prank Snape unprovoked. There are going to be other times where it is going to be Snape who's going after them.

We're going to see a lot of Snape's softer side during their fifth and sixth years, after his relationship with Lily ends. Lily will be grieving for their lost friendship, and will sometimes talk about fond memories with Snape. I don't want to spoil it too much, that is all you'll be getting.

Now, Snape is not going to be defenseless. He will lash out and get his revenge when he feels is needed. But neither will the Marauders. For the majority of the story, it's going to be a mutual rivalry, until the moment they humiliated him in front of the school - this incident is going to shift something within a lot of people, for the better or for the worst.

#harry potter rewrite #harry potter #james potter #lily evans #peter pettigrew #remus lupin #severus snape #rivalry #sirius black #new fanfic #wolfstar #rewrite #writing advice #anon <3

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the-dream-team · 4 years ago

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“Are you trying to steal that?” National Treasure prompt?

Thank you for the prompt!! Here are some fifth-year shenanigans for you, courtesy of Lily Evans and Remus Lupin :)

Are You Trying To Steal That?

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A brilliant flash of midday sunlight reflected off a tiny, polished gold ball as it flittered, much like a hummingbird would, around the heads of four bored-looking teenage boys. The Golden Snitch, twitching and buzzing around the air as if it were impervious to gravity, made a few decent escape attempts, but at the last moment, the boy with glasses and permanently windswept hair always managed to reach out and catch it before it was too late.

Hiding behind a bush near the edge of the lake, Lily Evans watched James Potter play with the Snitch from afar. She’d been doing a lot of that recently. Watching. Observing. Taking note.

The anger simmered in the pit of her stomach as it had been ever since that afternoon following their Defense Against the Dark Arts O.W.L. two weeks prior. A day hadn’t gone by without the plague of memories of the incident, the cruel hexes, the words that were said, the way her heart stopped beating as rage took control.

Maybe, deep down, she always knew the day would come where Severus would show his true colors. She cursed herself for being so foolish, so trusting. For ignoring the warning signs. The anger she felt towards Snape had a sickening lurch of pain. He hadn’t just stabbed her that day, he took extra care to twist the knife.

Lily didn’t want to spend time with that pain, but she did want to act on her anger. Find someone else to unload her rage onto. Someone who deserved the weight of her anguish. Someone who had a hand in Severus’ cruelty. Someone like James Potter.

She had trailed Potter and his friends for days, searching for an Achilles heel. She wanted to take something from him, the same way Severus’ friendship had been taken from her. But James was surrounded by loyalty and admiration. A big Quidditch hero, top marks in almost every subject, and disappointedly good-looking… James Potter had it all and then some. No wonder he thought so highly of himself.

Or did he?

The more time Lily spent observing James, the more she noticed his facade falter. He was outgoing, sure, but his brows knit together anxiously whenever a joke didn’t land. His eyes shifted often, always taking note of whose attention he held and whose he didn’t. He messed with his hair compulsorily, as if he might lose respect if it ever lost its disheveled nature. There was a need to please, a need to impress, written into his every public action.

But if he ever misstepped, ever started showing the cracks in his confidence, Lily noticed that James Potter had a backup plan. In any moment of need, he had his stolen Golden Snitch and athletic talent as a crutch. No matter what happened, he could always lean on his Snitch and remind everyone that he was a Quidditch star, worthy of their love and attention.

Lily wanted to steal his confidence. She wanted to steal his Golden Snitch. She needed the cracks in Potter’s persona to be revealed and made deeper, so everyone else could see him the way she did, as an arrogant, bullying, toerag.

So, when James charmed his Snitch and left it dormant on top of a pile of discarded robes to join Sirius and Peter for a swim in the lake, Lily found her perfect opportunity to strike.

She snuck behind bushes and trees, jittery nerves mixing with the boiling anger, careful to avoid the eye lines of the boys splashing around in the water. The Snitch continued to catch light from its spot underneath the boy’s tree, encouraging her on as she stepped closer. She leaned up against the tree trunk, so near now, she could see the intricate detailing on the Snitch’s shiny exterior. As she watched Sirius dunk James’ head underwater, she knew there wouldn’t be a better opportunity. She reached out her hand, felt the cool metal on the tips of her fingers-

“Are you trying to steal that?”

Lily’s heart flew through her chest as she jumped back, nearly tripping over herself. Remus Lupin was watching her, an amused laugh playing on his lips.

“I- er- I was just,” Lily stammered, her brain going blank under the shock of being caught red-handed. Her eyes shot to the lake, but to her relief, the boys in the water seemed to have taken no notice of the events on land. “I didn’t realize you were sitting there.”

“So you were trying to steal it- the Snitch I mean,” said Remus with a smirk.

Lily could feel the heat spreading on her cheeks, utterly humiliated from being caught by her fellow Prefect. She looked away, unable to meet Remus’ eyes. He had been the one sixth year Gryffindor boy she actually enjoyed spending time with. He probably hated her now and she cursed herself for being so petty and dead-set on revenge.

“You realize he would just steal it back, right?” When Lily looked up, Remus was wearing a friendly smile, his brows quirked as if he were hinting at the answer to a particularly tricky Transfiguration question on the O.W.L.s.

“Steal it… back?” she said, not having thought that far ahead in her plan.

Remus shrugged. “Yeah. The kid’s a whizz at Accio, he’d have that Snitch back before dinner. If you want to take it from him and keep it, you’re going to have to earn it.”

Lily scoffed. “Earn it? I don’t need to earn anything from him.”

“Suit yourself,” said Lupin, turning back to his book, “you can grab his Snitch now, but James can't respect a sneak. If you’re trying to push his buttons, do you know what will really rile him up?”

“What.”

“If you take it from right under his nose.”

She stared at the quiet Snitch for a moment of consideration, then back at Remus.

“That’s not a bad idea, Lupin,” she said, the gears in her head turning.

“I know,” he said, glancing up at her from behind his book. “Hey, Evans, I’m sorry about Snape.”

She pressed her lips together in a fine line as her heart panged at the sound of his name. “Thanks,” she said with a curt nod before casting a quick Disillusionment Charm on herself and heading back to the castle. She had some training to do.

Lily gave herself three days to perfect her hand-eye coordination. Mary looked at her as if she were a lunatic when she requested her friend spend hours one evening throwing balled up pieces of parchment across their dorm for Lily to practice catching. Marlene couldn’t figure out why Lily had suddenly decided to take up juggling. And most of the Gryffindors looked on with curiosity as she trained her owl to throw tiny packages from higher and higher distances. Only Remus Lupin watched her hone her new skills with a knowing smile.

And then finally, on the last day of school, as all the students made their way to Hogsmead station, Lily was ready.

She let her anger heat to a boil as she thought of every stupid thing James Potter had said to her. Every time she had been stuck on the wrong side of his pranks. The countless times he had mocked Severus in front of her. Each time she had caught him staring at her from across the classroom, only to hide behind his hands as he frantically ruffled his hair.

He was ruffling his hair as Lily walked directly up to James and his friends, a blazing look of revenge in her eye. The glittering Snitch zipped around his head, never an arm's length away.

James’ eyes widened as Lily approached, caught off guard by her determined stare. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, his face flushing slightly. A second hand joined his first in his hair, giving Lily the perfect opportunity to reach out and effortlessly grab the Snitch right out of the air, directly in front of his face.

He gasped. Every student surrounding them gasped. Even Lily gasped as she felt the cool metal vibrating in her hand, settled in her palm.

As she watched James’ shock play out over his face, she felt a deep sense of satisfaction at throwing him off his guard in front of the entire school. Mission Accomplished.

“I’m taking this,” she said, giving herself only a brief moment to shoot Remus a cheeky smirk. He beamed back in return. James continued to gape at her, his eyes turning to stars. She quickly pocketed the Snitch and gave him a shrug before turning on her heel to find her compartment on the train, a little bit of anger dissipating. For now.

#jily #national treasure prompts #oneshot #lily evans #remus lupin #james potter #ask #theroomofreq #fanfic #thank you!!

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ramblings-of-a-mad-cat · 4 years ago

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Frankly I feel insulted for MC in this quest. So you break something important in the club room and McGonagall is mad, which is fine. My problem is that it was very much an accident and she goes "the disrespect from you two" like excuse me? I'd understand if she said that duelling isn't allowed in the club room, so the whole issue would've been caused by our breaking of the rules. But as far as I'm aware, duelling is ok in the Dragon club room because it's specifically the club for practicing duelling. As for the mess caused by the bludger, there are literally loose bludgers in the club room at all times, the damage they could cause should be expected. Like yes, MC and Diego are responsible for what happened and should be held accountable, but by repairing their mess, not by being banned when they didn't even break any rule?? And if the club allows for duels and bludgers, should a fragile and very valuable statue be in there? Maybe not huh?

This is the same problem from the Sphinx Club TLSQ, because they take the same concept of punishing everyone for one person’s mistake, but it’s even worse in this instance because not only is the “mistake” extremely questionable, compared to Merula’s deliberately risky self-transfiguration, but you also remove the whole concept of the Sphinx Club knowing this happened and covering it up. This quest completely recycles the premise of the previous club quest, and it doesn’t even work this time. MC and Diego didn’t violate any rules, they were participating in the Dragon Club’s regular activities. I suppose the extra damage caused by this bludger in particular could be explained away as it being “cursed” but I don’t see why the “curse” made such a difference in the first place. The bludger acted the same way most bludgers do.

You know what would have really helped this quest? Just have it be Snape who threatens to disband the club. Seriously, he’s a teacher too, and it’s the kind of thing I could see him doing. McGonagall is supposed to be reasonable, but Snape is the one who can be petty and inflict harsh, irrational punishments. Why didn’t they just have it be Snape? Remember when he tore Harry and Ron a new one for damaging the Whomping Willow, never mind that it could have killed them? Not only that, but he’s young enough to have potentially been at school at the same time as Gwenog. McGonagall is normally strict, I know, but disbanding the entire Dragon Club makes no sense when everyone else who was there couldn’t have possibly prevented this. It makes about as much sense as taking 150 points away from her own House and assigning a triple detention in the Forest for a first offense of curfew breaking from three eleven year olds-hey, wait a second...

#Harry Potter: Hogwarts Mystery #Severus Snape #Minerva McGonagall #HPHM TLSQ

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halothenthehorns · 4 years ago

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All in the Family

Chapter 12: Quidditch

The office was so bare, that at first they thought they'd landed in an abandoned one. Yet the desk was filled with papers for markings, the curtains were well worn as if someone regularly pulled them back to view the Quidditch stadium beyond, and the chair was not the one from their time, but slightly modified into a more comfortable recliner. Still, there were no personal touches, and even those teachers who had no plans to stay longer than a year carried photos, or remnants of every human practice to somehow mark their space. No splash of color dominated, even the bedroom adjacent to the office held only standard bed sheets.

"We must be in Quirrell's office," Sirius decided. The feeling would never grow comfortable, but he was at least used to by now of shaking off the dizzying feeling of being somewhere he wasn't a second before so that he could step up to the desk and start rifling through drawers which were as bare as the walls, only filled with extra quills and ink.

"Bloke needs a personal decorator," Peter muttered, he'd never seen anything so bare bones, and he'd been to a DA teacher's office every year to know this wasn't common.

"What do you think happened here?" Frank asked as he stepped up to a corner of the room. There was an empty shelf that could have held any number of things from books to nicknacks, but it was as dusty as everything else. However, there was a small burn mark in the wall, with just the tips of a few feathers showing on the edge indicating it might once have been a bird implanted there, but now it was just a smoky, twisted shape like he'd tried to blast it off the wall instead.

Lupin stepped up beside him with a perplexed look as well, scratching his nail against this curiously. "I think it used to be an eagle," tracing his finger now across the lone visible feather, "maybe he used to be in Ravenclaw house?"

"Then why would he blast it off?" Franks brows only rose higher with such an odd form of an answer.

There was no explanation for this peculiar place, but that was the pattern of this whole journey so far. So Remus stepped up next to Sirius and plopped down in the seat, scooping up the book where it had landed first and reclining leisurely as he began the next part. He cheered with joy the moment he read the chapter title, and Sirius sat on the arm of the chair at once to lean in and see why. Remus automatically pushed his face away, but by the time he read it out to the others Sirius was already whooping with his own joy they were going to be reading about Harry's first Quidditch game, finally!

James was beside himself with joy at once, clutching Peter to him in ecstatic excitement before they even got to details, they were all aware of who the match was going to be against. Peter was being just as bad, squealing and wriggling around just as much, watching James carefully to make sure he'd stay upright even when he was released to start all but bouncing off the walls.

Alice watched them and couldn't help but laugh at the show, remembering the two times she'd actually sat near them in the stands during their younger years and knowing they could possibly get worse, so choosing to follow as Frank went into the adjacent room to find some lower level of noise.

Regulus just stood awkwardly at opposite ends of the room from Evans, admittedly more ecstatic for this but honestly still unsure of how much he should bother trying to interact with Sirius. His parents had been making it increasingly clear during his holiday visits Sirius may not even be around much longer if he didn't change up his act this summer, and no matter what crazy world they were flying through now, he should still honor his parents wishes and keep himself separate from the stain of his older brother. Just because his friends still managed to amuse him, and honestly he still couldn't help but look to what Sirius did and react the same way, didn't mean he was actually expected to hang around him.

Lily declined following Frank and Alice for once, but that just left her more uncomfortable than ever in this room full of boys who she couldn't claim to see eye to eye with about anything. They held no interest as Lupin went through the whole chapter leading up to the game, wasn't going to bother with any defense for what Sev did even if that was a rule he made up on the spot. The way they were reacting was even how she would have predicted, still making crude jokes at each other and reminiscing about all they'd done to Snape and wishing they could do more now while he continued to bully Harry.

Not that she even knew for a fact that's what this was. She more than anyone could understand why Sev was singling Harry out, not that she in any way approved of why he was for such petty revenge, but she wouldn't deny she could see in his eyes lashing out at someone who so reminded him of Potter just as much as her. She wished he'd be more of an adult about it, but there was just no point saying any of this to anyone present, it's not as if they'd understand.

Her fury at the situation only grew when Harry went on to accuse Severus of being after whatever that deranged dog was guarding. Honestly, one incident of an injury, an overheard conversation, and the kid just automatically blamed it on the person he didn't like. It was a miracle he wasn't adding Malfoy into the mix as an accomplice already, as if life didn't happen outside of teachers who yelled at him.

The build up to the game held no interest to her, it only set her teeth grinding back on edge and all she could do now was be grateful he didn't use any build up to blow off steam like the Potter in this room would. In fact she honesty couldn't admit to even listening to what happened up until the moment Harry mentioned his broom lurching beneath him. Something inside of her lurched as well.

She certainly didn't like Potter, but she'd never actually wished him irreparable harm, let alone death! That's what was going to happen when Harry fell though, so she looked on at Lupin stuttering through words in a panic, actually understood the look of fear on all of his friends, and met Potter's eyes with a dry mouth that honestly could have released a scream of fear any second.

"Evans!" James startled them all out of the vivid mental nightmare as he went to her side. She fell against the wall the moment that little Hermione girl claimed to have seen what was really going on, but remained just out of arm's reach of Potter when her focus snapped back to him still on a glare.

"It wasn't him," her voice crackled with force that would surely have stopped that bucking broom in place, it wasn't a wonder why James froze. "Severus isn't the one doing this."

Far from looking as if to check on her, the muscle going in his jaw made it clear he was holding himself back from doing something more than shouting now when his hand twitched for his wand. "Are you really so daft women? You can't look past, for one bleeding second of protecting and defending him against everything! What possible explanation do you have for this one?!"

"Why don't you try opening your mind for once Potter!" She snarled right back, off the wall in the same breath and glaring daggers at him, her hand in the same position. "Pull your fat head out of your arse and think! Or is that too difficult, with all the empty space up there?"

"Glory those two are the most self centered birks I've ever met," Frank muttered, staying happily on the other side of the door to mutter this to Alice. "Can't they have this row for the millionth time after they find out if the kid survived. I swear this went down last week about who it was causing the toilets to snap shut on people."

"Wasn't it Avery caught doing that yesterday?" Alice asked in surprise.

"Exactly," Frank finished with a snort.

"How long do you think they can keep going when neither really has the ability to walk away?" Alice asked in honest concern when the two just kept exchanging insults.

"You mean when Evans can't storm off," Frank corrected. "Ever seen Potter? I think he lives for this."

Alice huffed in disgust if this was really how he thought was the best way to keep her attention, and honestly just grew sick of it herself finally. She went back through the door, Frank following reluctantly, and right over to Lupin. Black was sitting on the arm of the chair and watching along with Pettigrew like a show, but the last Marauder was pretending nothing was even happening as he kept his eyes down on the passage, though clearly reading nothing as no words had been uttered since they'd started.

"You lot just planning on staying in here forever?" She demanded.

"That's an interesting question," Black looked to her and said conversationally. "Wonder if time's frozen forever, we'll never get old, never get hungry again, actually wait, that could get really boring."

"Whatever point you take from this," she said in exasperation.

He nodded and nudged Moony, muttering, "best go on then, you've studied in the common room with louder things going on."

Remus hesitated an extra moment before indeed choosing to ignore the pair and continuing. It certainly made the Marauders who were paying attention a new level of interest none had ever seen, setting a teacher on fire and all. That was something they'd never dare to do, and Hermione just became their new idol for that act alone, the reason that she was doing it just made her as solid a friend as Ron only made it all the better.

It was honestly sad to the three of them James took no glory in this, didn't even seem to mention it as he was still busy over there where apparently only he and Evans existed. He even missed Harry spitting up the Snitch in victory, and in fact only came back to realizing what was going on when Evans snapped her head in their direction upon Hagrid defending Snape.

"Finally, a sensible human being," she seethed, snapping away from him and storming into the room for any way to escape while still listening attentively now. Hagrid just became her new favorite person in this castle for finally seeing past singling out a person for this happening, something that childish idiot could never understand.

"Wait, what happened to Harry? Who won the game?" James asked with a ruffled brow, his eyes still on the door and for all the world still unaware when Peter answered he'd fill him in on the details.

"Fluffy?" Frank said into the awkward silence. "I can not for the life of me picture a three headed dog, fluffy."

"Thought you had more imagination than that love," Alice honestly giggled at her boyfriend's perplexed look.

"I'll take that scrap of information if the dog has pink fur on top of it all," Lupin said with honest interest, his eyes now alight as he kept going at finally getting more information no matter how unintentional Hagrid gave it.

"Why do I know that name, Flamel," Regulus muttered to himself, though he alone felt invested in this mystery. Everyone else still seemed far more involved with Harry, even Evans no matter how much she denied it. She certainly hadn't, in all her shouting, come up with any alternatives to who could be trying to kill the young Potter, unlike him, who was still chewing over all the information given as Lupin finished.

#Marauders #Harry Potter #fanfiction #Peter Pettigrew #Wolfstar #James Potter #Remus Lupin #Sirius Black #Lily Evans #Regulus Black #Frank Longbottom #Alice Smith #reading the books

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