#harry styles vine

[travelingtwentysomething]

Caught: Drunk Harry Styles rapping in an American accent-

[nostalgiaonedirection]

Best i ever had hips don't lie

[perfectlyimpurfect]

[pathetic-dreamy]

Liam: You want some leftovers?

Harry: What are those?

Zayn: You've never had leftovers before?

Harry: No, ‘cause I’m not a quitter.

[serverusslaype]

Shameless, pt. 9

Severus Snape x professor!reader fic

Shameless Masterpost

hello my fellow snape lovers. i think you will love this chapter. hehehehe. thats all i am saying. and you might hate mcgonagall. </3

you can thank harry styles' song 'fine line' for the ending of this chapter. oop.

thank you for reading so far and for all your kind comments, likes and reblogs! I LOVE YOU GUYS <3

i apologise in advance for any typos or anything along those lines, i suck at proofreading.

VAMOS!!

Your throat tightened as you stared at your dishevelled appearance in the dirty, old mirror that sat crookedly in your greenhouse; overgrown vines of poison ivy enveloping it, slowly reclaiming it.

"Shit..." You muttered, angling your face to gaze at the marks that Snape had so graciously left on your jaw. "For Merlin's sake..." You spun away from the mirror with a distressed huff and headed towards your cabinet in a sweep, kneeling down against the mossy tiles, searching for a herb of some sort that had healing properties. Or something along those lines. You were desperate at this point. "Dittany, dittany..." You mumbled to yourself, digging through shelves and shelves of dusty glass jars and containers. At once, your eyes lit up like a child on Christmas morning as the sight of a worn label caught your attention. You thumbed the dust off of the yellowed and faded label, reading it aloud, "D.. di-di-an...y?" You muttered, only noticing how worn the writing really was once you pulled it out into the light. How long has this been in here...?

That has to be dittany, you thought, curious eyes scanning the long and slender, deep mossy green stem that branched out with smaller rounded leaves. You blew against the jar with a sharp breath, a ball of dust and dirt puffing up in your face. You coughed and quickly retrieved your wand, swiftly flicking it to make the heap of dust dissipate. Well, you'd certainly lacked on cleaning your cabinets during the past year, but it's not like that kind of thing had any space in your mind. It was full of... other things.

Your fingers clutched the lid of the glass jar and lifted it upwards, a gentle, spicy yet mountainous smell filling your nostrils. As you placed the lid down with a loud clack, you reached your hand into the jar to retrieve a stem of dittany. You hoped to god this would work, otherwise you'd reluctantly resort to make-up, and that would be even worse. Not that you were awful at using it, but your skintone was almost impossible to match perfectly. You padded back to the rusty mirror in your greenhouse, the richer herbal smell of the dittany invading your lungs as you held it up to your face, preparing yourself to rub it vigorously against the darkening fingertip marks upon your jaw.

"Merlin, please, let this work." You mumbled with a deep breath, pinching the dittany and beginning to massage it into your marked face. You couldn't bear to watch for fear of it not working, so you shut your eyes, avoiding your own reflection. Desperately rubbing a herb against your face to get rid of some suspicious looking marks so the man you were seeing wouldn't accuse you of seeing someone else? Yes, that's you. Dedicated clown.

Hesitantly, you wrenched open your eyes. From what you saw, the herb had done nothing but give you a red rash, in fact, it actually highlighted the purpling bruises. You wanted to launch a rock through a window. Why couldn't Snape just keep his hands off of you? Why did he always resort to touching you? Not that you were complaining- well, actually, this time you were. His reckless actions were going to get you in trouble, but you couldn't exactly blame him. You hadn't told anyone that you were seeing the infamous Benjamin Bluewater. So why wouldn't he... grab your jaw in a fit of rage? Speaking of this, you hadn't really discussed a label with Ben, though, sometimes, he made you think that he wasn't particularly interested in putting a label on your relationship. It didn't bother you, but you'd prefer to know what you were. Were you exclusive? Not exclusive? Was he dating or seeing other people?

What really piqued your interest was what Snape would think of you dating Bluewater. He despised that boy with a burning passion. He'd probably lose a lot of respect for you, surely? But Ben had changed, you'd seen it for yourself.

"Hagrid, tell me that you didn't willingly let the students approach Buckbeak without proper guidance..." You sighed deeply, perched on a felled tree stump as you watched the half-giant-half-man gather some herbs from his personal garden. As the day had progressed onwards, the marks that littered your skin had died down a little, so much so that Hagrid hadn't noticed. Perhaps the dittany did help?

"Am tellin' ya, Y/N, the boy didn't listen!" Hagrid exclaimed, quite clearly stressed. He picked and pulled at the luscious shrubs rather aggressively, placing the stems and leaves into a wicker basket he was holding in his opposite hand. "I told 'im ta' stop!" He continued, his voice strained and panicking. Hagrid stood straight for a moment, his head shaking in a quick back and forth motion. "T-They're gonna want to 'ave Buckbeak slain, I tell ya," he stuttered, "they won't let this go! I'll lose me job too, Y/N!" His voice went up an octave as he glanced at you, his eyes glossed with fear. Hagrid truly cared for his animals deeply, and it pained you to see him so distressed over an accident.

"Hagrid, it'll be alright, I-"

"Y/N," Hagrid interrupted you, a stern look adopted his worn features. You instantly shut your mouth. "This is the Malfoy's we're talkin' abou'. They don't care for nothin', n' they ain't care for anyone but themselves." He finished, turning to look at his hut for a moment, big and grey clouds were starting to push their way across the dim blue sky.

"So... there's no other way? Buckbeak will be killed...?" You asked hesitantly, a lump forming in your throat as the thought of the silver hippogriff slipped into your mind. Hagrid was right, Buckbeak didn't deserve this. But what could you do? You were powerless.

Hagrid only nodded at you gravely, averting his eyes back to the garden in front of him, sucking in his bottom lip as if to stop the tears that had formed in his eyes from falling. You quickly rushed from your tree stump to Hagrid, wrapping your arms around him as much as you could. In this very moment, all you could offer the man was comfort. And so you did.

"It'll be alright, Hagrid." You mumbled against his musky smelling, tatty brown jacket, pressing the side of your face into his large, protruding stomach. A sharp inhale of air sounded from above, and you knew he was sobbing now. "It's okay." You whispered with glossy eyes, leaning back to glance up at Hagrid as he stared sorrowfully at the ground; his big, brown eyes wet with regretful tears. Gods, this was breaking your heart.

"He don't deserve this, Y/N!" Hagrid cried, his gigantic hands rushing to clutch you against his shaking body as he sobbed. "He don't, he's a good boy, he is." He muttered through broken cries. You had to bite down on your lip to stop yourself from breaking down into sobs too. As much as you wanted to cry with Hagrid, you wanted to be strong for him - like he was when you came running, crying hysterically because of... Severus.

It felt weird to use his first name. You hadn't used it since... you couldn't even remember when. You only called him Snape now, and it hurt you to do so.

A couple days had passed by since your incident with Snape, and he had found himself lurking in your greenhouse, sneakily searching for ingredients for his upcoming future classes. The screech of an owl hooked Snape's nose up and away from your cabinets and to the door of your greenhouse. He ducked, cursing, as a Spectacled Owl swooped over his head, the sweep of it's wings making Snape's raven-black hair fly outwards. He watched as it dropped a rather beautiful bouquet of flowers on your desk with a muffled thud, proceeding to fly out of an open ceiling window and perch itself on a tree branch to the right of it. The owl hooted as it watched Snape curiously with big, beady eyes. The Potions Master observed it for several seconds, his eyes narrowing inquisitively. Once he deemed it safe to move, Snape shuffled towards the bouquet, his eyes instantly finding a note attached. He slowly shifted his fingers towards it, opening the folded piece of parchment. His brows furrowed as it read:

Dearest Y/N,

I hope these stunning flowers find you well, the moment I saw them, they instantly reminded me of you, and I had to have them.

Since the day we parted from each other, you have not left my mind. You have ensorcelled me. Enchanted and charmed me. The sweet sound of your perfect laugh lives in my mind, and Merlin, how I miss the way that your smile bewitched my heart each time I had the honour of laying my blessed eyes upon it. 

I do hope Hogwarts is treating you well. If it isn't, you know where to find me.

B.B x

Snape's stomach instantly twisted into a painful, egregious knot as his eyes continuously scanned over the sentimental note. You were seeing someone? Since when? More importantly, who was 'B.B'? Was it serious? It seemed to be, from Snape's basic knowledge of flowers, he knew they were high-quality, expensive ones. The thick, shiny material they were cocooned in also added to his conclusion. Whoever you were seeing was willing to spend a good amount of gold on you. Then, perhaps, was it an admirer? Someone trying to court you? No, it couldn't be, the note said-

Almost as fast as those thoughts had entered Snape's mind, he wiped them away, shaking his head aggressively as he let go of the note between his fingers, backing away from the flowers like a fearful doe. No, he wasn't doing this today. Not ever, actually.

Snape's eyes reluctantly fell to where you usually left a quill and parchment - specifically for him to note down what he'd taken. But it wasn't there. His brows knitted together, perplexed, as he glanced around the room for your quill and parchment. His eyes fell back onto the bouquet of flowers that 'B.B' had sent you. Snape's jaw clenched as he grudgingly padded forwards again, his hand reaching out slowly to lift up the neatly-wrapped bouquet. His hunch was right. That damned bird of yours had dropped the large bouquet on top of his quill and parchment, almost like a silent 'fuck you'. Snape had to force himself not to hex the poor animal as he retrived the materials, placing them beside the flowers to quickly scribble down the ingredients he required.

Snape felt something like a knife poke at his heart as he let his eyes glance over at the handwritten note again, staring at it with cruel eyes. A wave of disgust rushed through his body as he re-read the sickly sweet words. As much as he despised and envied the person behind the note, he couldn't help but agree with how they described you.

Over the next week at Hogwarts, more and more notes, flowers and small gifts began to turn up in your greenhouse. You had felt a bit smothered by Ben, but you gave him the benefit of the doubt - perhaps gift-giving was his love language. As time went on, you noticed that Snape began to slack in leaving notes of what he'd borrowed for his lessons. This confused you slightly, Snape was not someone that neglected agreements or promises. So, you just put it down to being an accident rather than on purpose. You weren't sure if you did that for the peace of your own mind, or hoping it was true.

Snape found himself assigned to the nightly patrol shift this Friday evening. He was a little miffed about it since he had planned to kick back in his room and bury his nose in a book he'd picked up on a subtle trip to Hogsmeade. Ever since he'd read that note in your greenhouse, he'd turned a little more bitter towards people. Including you. The only way he had figured out to hide something as petty and trivial as the feeling of jealousy was by acting a little colder to people. Everyone knew him as the callous and heartless Professor Snape, so it's not as if the students or staff alike would be alarmed by his extra bitterness.

As the Potions Master was strolling absentmindedly in the outside grounds of Hogwarts, two shadowy figures had caught his eye. Instinctively, he drew his wand, his fingers tightening around it. He crouched down a tad, narrowing his eyes in a feeble attempt to try and work out who the possible intruders were. Surely it was just two students out after curfew, right? Though, that idea came crashing down when he heard the sweet sound of your muffled laugh. His body ran cold as another heavenly, song-like giggle reached his ears. What were you doing out so late at night? …And who were you with?

"I'm sorry I kept you so late," Ben said quietly, squeezing your hand as you glanced up at him, the two of you strolling through the outside grounds of Hogwarts. The two of you kept your voices down as it was past midnight now, and you weren't exactly desiring the idea of getting caught. "I didn't expect the pub to stay open past eleven o'clock!"

"It's alright, work was rather stressful this week anyway. I needed a good break." You giggled, quickly placing a hand over your mouth to muffle it. Ben couldn't help but grin amusedly at your widened eyes.

"And you told me I had to be quiet," Ben mused, his eyes flicking back to the ground in front of him. You rolled your eyes at him and nudged him with a playful elbow. "But what happened with work? Annoying first years?" He teased. Oh, he had no idea.

A class of seventh years had been stressing you out since Tuesday afternoon when Jasper Greenlichen, a very intelligent and passionate budding Herbologist, made some fatal mistakes on a mock exam. The second you handed his results back to him, you hadn't expected, nor prepared yourself for such an intense meltdown of emotions. Since that moment, he was nonstop asking questions and asking for your expert opinion on certain ways to structure answers. The boy was absolutely obsessed with improving, and it was becoming extremely tiring for you. You could only help him so much.

"I wish," You groaned, shaking your head for a moment. "Seventh years, actually, one of them had a total meltdown when he did quite badly on a mock exam I'd set up for them." You explained, sighing exhaustedly. "From then on, it was chaos for me. I'd actually started dreading teaching for once!"

"Oh blimey," Ben grimaced at your words. "Sounds terrible." He added with a laugh, pulling you into his arms with a tug. A quiet squeak slipped from your throat as you fell into his chest, his hands snaking down to your waist suggestively.

"Ben," You warned, trying to hide the smile that was tugging at your lips. The bright, pale moonlight glimmered down upon the two of you, illuminating you like two shards of broken glass in the sunlight.

"What?" He asked innocently, frowning as if he was being falsely accused of murder. "I've missed you." He muttered. Your stomach twisted at his words. Had you missed him as well? The only time Ben had poked at your brain was when you'd been with Snape...

"Me too." You replied, staring up at him. Did you just lie to him? Perhaps. Is it terrible if you felt nothing the moment those three words left his lips? Definitely. What a fucking mess.

With Ben facing against the moonlight, the shadows cast on his face made his nose appear slightly larger, and his eyes seemed to turn dark. Were you imagining this...?

Before you could continue to question yourself, Ben's smile faded and his brows furrowed as his hand rose up to your jaw, grasping it gently with his fingertips. Your blood ran cold as he angled your jaw towards the light, encouraging it to illuminate the fading bruises on your jaw. Fuck, there was no way this was happening right now.

"What's this?" He questioned softly, his tone flat. You swallowed, anxiety bubbling at your fingertips as they began to tingle. What the hell were you meant to say?

"Oh, it's nothing," You laughed lightly, leaning away from his concerned touch. Sure, some bouncing bulbs could have caused small, red marks on your face, right? "I was teaching some first-years a couple days ago, some bouncing bulbs got loose." You quickly lied, smiling up at Ben, praying he'd just let it go.

"Are you okay?" He asked once more, his eyes flicking up to yours, burning with worry. A wave of relief washed over you as he believed you. If you'd told him the truth, you weren't sure how he'd react. Perhaps he'd curse Snape's classroom to smell awfully for eternity, or maybe he'd do worse... but you didn't want to think about that right now.

"Yeah, I'm alright, it's happened before." You laughed again, quietly, staring at Ben for any sign of doubt on his face. He continued to study your injured jaw, not seemingly convinced.

"Alright," he nodded at you with a curt sigh, letting it go. "As long as you're not in pain." Ben smiled down at you, pressing a gentle kiss to your marked jaw, trailing his lips to towards your parted ones. A gasp left your lips as Ben pulled you closer to him, his fingers digging into your waist hungrily. He kissed you a little harder, and you had to push him away slightly, releasing yourself from his lips.

"Ben, remember where we are." You said quietly, nodding to the grounds of Hogwarts that the two of you were currently stood in. "Someone could see us." You warned, a sheepish and awkward smile picking at the corners of your lips.

"So what?" Ben smirked as he leaned in to kiss you again, his reckless personality rearing it's head once more. You placed a firm hand against his chest, placing some space between you.

"I'm serious." You said again, your tone switching from playful to stern. Ben sighed, nodding, as he waved his white flag and surrendered to your demands. "Thank you." You smiled up at him, patting his chest gently, watching how as he turned his head, that familiar looking shadow cast over his features again, transforming him into your true desire. You tore your gaze away from his face as your heartbeat began to pick up in speed, memories of you and a certain brooding Potion Master flooding your mind. "I should really get going now." You quickly muttered, swallowing the lump of anxiety in your throat as you glanced to the right, avoiding his eyes.

Was this how your life was going to be now? Everytime you looked at someone you tried to move on with, his face would appear? Everywhere you looked, the thought of him would slide into your mind effortlessly - at this point, you were wondering if he had slipped you some sort of potion when you weren't looking.

"Oh right, yeah... I forgot it was so late," Ben laughed awkwardly, noticing your subtle change in demeanour. He wondered if he'd done something wrong. "I'll come and see you again soon, Y/N." He pushed past the niggling feeling in his mind and smiled at you, leaning forwards to press a kiss to your cheek. His hand brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, and you returned his smile, the overwhelming feeling of guilt beginning to nibble away at your bones. This man was treating you like a princess and all you could think about was the man that had roughly grabbed you by your jaw the other day, leaving bruises on it.

"Send me an owl first, I'd like to be prepared this time." You hummed, referring to how Ben had caught you in your messy casualwear, tending to the plants in your greenhouse and covered in filth. It wasn't a pretty sight - well in your opinion, at least. "See you soon, Ben." You smiled at him as you turned to leave, a ghastly, freezing breeze of cold air suddenly tickling your skin.

"See you later, and... get back safe, please." Ben said wearily as he glanced about, having noticed the sudden drop in temperature as well. You nodded at him and pulled your shawl tighter around you, trying to ward off the cold that was now biting at your bare shoulders. You'd quickly slipped on a dark, rich emerald green dress that fell to the floor, and was slightly cinched at your waist in a shirred fashion, with baggy, ballooned sleeves that reached your wrists. You'd also opted to bring a thick, warm dusty rose-coloured shawl that was currently wrapped tightly around your shoulders.

Walking back to the grand entrance of the castle, your brows knitted together as your eyes stared at the ground that was suddenly frosting over, wilting flowers and withering plants. A feeling of uneasiness permeated your ice-cold skin as you let your eyes glaze over the frozen ground, the clouds above you suddenly turning deathly grey. Your heart began to pound as you immediately took off in a sprint, desperately trying to reach Hogwarts before whatever the hell was coming could get to you.

The air was dead, silent and motionless. Only the sound of your crunching footfalls and your chattering teeth pierced the blanket of silence. You were praying that you were only imagining this, there was no way you could fend off a dementor. As you ran, your hands began to clench and unclench, a layer of sweat forming within them as you continued to run as fast as you could, your chest heaving with complete fear as the cold began to invade your body. You felt as if you were going to die right then and there, dementor or not, your heart was going absolutely mental, pounding against your ribs like an insane prisoner, begging to be let out. Your legs began to slow as the freezing cold began to overpower your body, numbing your legs and sending you tumbling to the ground. You fell to your hands and knees, tears streaming down your face, still desperate to escape as you clambered forwards in vain.

The chilling temperature was becoming too much for your body to withstand, and so you fell to the side, a paralysing scream leaping from your lungs as your worst nightmare suddenly swept in front of you. It floated in front of you, as if taunting you. The haunting noise of a rattling, sucking-like sound surrounded you like a bubble. You stared up at the dementor, your mouth agape in horror, fearful tears brimming your eyes as you watched on helplessly. Your lungs burned with each strangled breath you stole, your limp body falling backwards against the ground, as the dementor glided closer to you, finally kissing you.

You felt as if you were drowning. Your lungs felt as if they were filled with water, stealing your breath away, leaving you to suffocate. All you could see was the dementor, it's menacing appearance rendering you immobile. You were paralysed. You couldn't move, you couldn't run away. This was it, this was how you died.

Then, suddenly, a bright white light pierced the darkness that had almost swallowed you whole. It was almost blinding as you glanced towards it, your vision blurring. You struggled on the ground, your eyes fighting to stay open as they caught a glimpse of what looked to be like... a... doe?

As you let your eyes roll back to the gloomy and black sky above you, it felt like you were in slow motion - everything was spinning and the lids of your eyes were feeling heavier and heavier; the freezing cold that once had you within it's grasp subsiding. The roar of rushing blood in your ears muffled the screaming voice from afar. You wanted to scream out, to beg them for help, but you couldn't. Your voice was no where to be heard.

As you laid motionless upon the frosted grass, your muscles relaxed, your body finally caving as the black abyss swallowed your vision.

Peace.

A quiet rustling of what sounded like metal against metal stirred you awake. You felt your fingers twitch as you gradually shuffled the tiniest bit against some soft sheets that you'd been carefully wrapped up in.

"She's awake." A soft, feminine voice called out from beside you; your eyes slowly, but painfully fluttering open.

"How are you feeling?" A familiar, warm voice poked at your ears. You blinked as your eyes followed the source of the sound, a blanket of relief encasing you as you saw Professor Lupin perched on a chair beside where you laid.

"Erm," You croaked, sitting up on your elbows in a leisurely manner. "What the hell happened?" You asked quietly, confused. Glancing about the room with squinted eyes, you noticed that you were in the hospital wing, sat in a bed, neatly wrapped up like a cocooned caterpillar in blankets.

"You were attacked by a dementor." Lupin put it simply, though he kept his tone soft, a hint of concern laced beneath. "Do you remember anything?" He further questioned you, curious. You looked back to him, letting yourself fall back into the bed. "Here," Lupin reached into his pocket, pulling out a chocolate bar. "It'll help." He said, offering it to you.

You took it gratefully, unwrapping the crackly plastic covering slowly, feeling your mouth suddenly salivate at the sight of the sugary treat. "Thank you, Remus." You smiled weakly at him whilst trying to wrack your brain for any remaining memories of the attack, taking a bite out of the chocolate. You sat there for a moment, staring down at your lap as you sifted through your memories, chewing at a slow pace. You remembered leaving Ben, then the cold... that was it... "No, I'm sorry." You mumbled, feeling a little useless.

"Don't apologise, we're all just very glad you're okay." Remus smiled at you, his moustache twitching. You nodded in agreement with him, keeping quiet. "You were lucky that Severus was there to save you that night." Your eyes instantly snapped to Lupin's, widening in surprise.

"Wait, what?" You choked out. It felt like someone had just punched your chest. Snape saved you? How did he...? Remus seemed a little concerned at your reaction as his brows knitted together in slight curiosity. "Sna... Severus was the one...?" You breathed out, shock stiffening your body, your throat tightening as your lips spoke his name.

"He was." Remus tilted his head at you, inquisitive blue eyes studying you. "He was on duty that night and heard your screams."

You couldn't believe what was coming out of Remus's mouth. Were you dreaming? Were you in some horrible, twisted nightmare? You had so many questions running through your mind that you couldn't keep up.

"Also, you keep saying 'that night', how long have I been... here?" You questioned Lupin, your voice weakening as you glanced around the hospital wing, noticing how empty it was. Only one other person was here and it was a student dressed in a Quidditch outfit with an icepack resting on his forehead. You deduced that he had probably fallen off of his broom during a match.

"Just over two days, Y/N." Remus replied slowly, continuing to observe you for any possible ailments. You blinked.

"What day is it?"

"Sunday," The professor replied before twisting his arm to check his watch. "Six fifty-two in the evening, to be exact."

"Right," You exhaled slowly, staring up at the ceiling, becoming lost in your thoughts. You thought you were alone outside. Why did- how did Snape know you were there? Did this mean something? Was this his way of- no, don't be silly, for Merlin's sake.

It's merely a coincidence, you chastised yourself. I should be glad he was there, I wouldn't be sat here right now if he wasn't, you thought, sighing frustratedly through your nostrils.

"I need to talk to him." You said quickly, beginning to sit up but Lupin quickly pushed you back down into the bed, his mouth flattening into a straight line.

"You need to rest." He replied sternly, his hand resting firmly against your shoulder as he forced you back down.

"I feel perfectly fine, Remus. I appreciate your concern but-"

"I'm sorry, but it's Madam Pomfrey's orders." He cut you off, an apologetic look softening his features. You sighed at him, a little irritated, but you understood where he was coming from. You did need to rest up, you didn't feel like you were in the best of headspaces. You still felt a little disorientated.

There was a moment of silence before you reluctantly gave in, giving Lupin a soft nod, avoiding his eyes. "Fine." You settled into the hospital bed, glancing out at the window to your right, watching quietly as beads of rain dripped down the glass pane.

"If you need anything, please do not hesitate to ask me." Lupin smiled warmly at you. You hummed quietly, returning his smile.

"Actually, Remus, erm," You cleared your throat, shuffling under the pale white sheets. "I was hoping to ask you if you could mentor me? To produce a patronus charm?" You asked, fidgeting with your fingers. Lupin's brow quirked at your proposal.

"Of course," Remus nodded as the surprised expression that had slipped onto his face clearly showed that he wasn't expecting you to ask him such a question. "We can start on Tuesday, seven o'clock. My classroom."

You felt your body relax at his answer. "Thank you so much." You said, your smile widening.

"It's my pleasure, Y/N, now please, get some rest." A gentle chuckle rumbled within Lupin's chest as he tilted his head at you like a parent would at their child. You scrunched your nose up at him jokingly and rolled over onto your side, tugging the blanket up and over your shoulders.

"Goodnight, Remus." You said quietly with a hint of amusement in your tone, closing your eyes. As the echo of his receding footsteps began to grow quieter and quieter as he left, you let your body finally rest, gradually dozing off.

"Shouldn't you be resting?" Snape's deep, languid voice echoed from behind his door, sending a nervous shiver down your spine. You'd slipped out of your hospital bed once you had woken up, determined to pay Snape a visit, despite the storm of butterflies swirling in your stomach. When you checked the clock before leaving, it had struck almost eleven-thirty at night.

You pursed your lips, slipping inside his office and leaning against the back of the door as it clicked shut. "How did you know it was me?" You asked a little awkwardly as your eyes flicked to Snape who still had his nose buried in a pile of assignments atop of his neatly-arranged desk. A flutter of envy flew through your chest as you silently admired how organised the man was. Your desk was a mess, you barely had enough time to keep it clean, let alone organised.

"Few people opt to bother me at such an... ungodly hour." Snape sighed, rather exhaustedly, not bothering to glance at up you. Usually you'd chastise him for ignoring you, but you felt like you owed him your life from the whole ordeal a couple days ago, so you chose to brush past the bitterness in his voice. Snape spoke again after several seconds of silence. "Speaking of, what is it that you need from me?"

"Erm," you choked, eyes falling anxiously to the floor, "I just wanted to... say thanks." You said, silently dreading Snape's reply as you looked back up to find him staring at you. Your body ignited at the sight, and you could feel your cheeks starting to burn. Nothing has changed then, you thought, a little embarrassed and somewhat disappointed in yourself.

"I believe we spoke about saying 'thanks'." Snape quirked a brow at you, his dark eyes scrutinising you as you leant against his office door. You huffed at him. He paused for a moment, studying your weak, pale-looking body. "Nevertheless, you're welcome. I suppose such a situation... warrants a thank you." He added, tone flat.

There was another blanket of awkward silence. "Who were you with?" He asked. Your blood ran cold. Here we go, you thought.

"Remember a year ago, when we were brewing the Mandrake Draught?" You spoke hesitantly, avoiding Snape's intense gaze. He hummed, as if to encourage you to continue. "Remember when we spoke about Benjamin Bluewater?" You added, voice going quiet at the end. You braved a glance at the Potions Master, who now looked very disappointed. Fuck.

"You were with... Bluewater?" Snape tried to hide the jealousy in his voice. "Why were you with such a scoundrel so late at night?" You flinched at his harsh tone.

"He's changed, Snape, he's not the same troublemaker as he was in school," you sighed, "he's working at the Ministry of Magic, for Merlin's sake."

"I highly doubt a boy such as him can 'change', Y/N." Snape hissed, averting his eyes back to the parchment in front of him. He felt his skin burning with anger as you spoke about Bluewater so casually. Your heart leapt at the sound of your name leaving his lips.

"And how do you know that, Severus?" You scoffed at him. Snape's hardened eyes snapped up to yours, your harsh tone obviously hitting a nerve in him.

"Boys like him do not change, Y/N, they merely manipulate you to think so." He sneered at you. "And a woman like you is an easy target." He added, igniting a once-extinguished rage within you.

"Excuse me?" Your brows furrowed together furiously. Snape stared at you, an icy glare plastered on his pale face. "A woman like me?"

"You are far too trusting, Y/N," Snape bit, baring his teeth as he rose from his desk, "you are a true Hufflepuff. You have no respect for yourself; you struggle with the prospect of being alone so you reduce yourself to be with a lowlife such as Bluewater." The booming of your heart began to deafen you as you listened to Snape's ruthless words, each syllable digging a knife deeper into your chest. "Are you so afraid of the idea of loneliness that you really think you belong with a miscreant such as him?" He spat at you as you spun on your heels, rushing towards his door, the reality of his words becoming too hard for you to handle. You were breathing so heavily that each breath you took was starting to burn your throat, like you had swallowed the thorny stem of a rose.

Your shaking hand hovered over the handle of his office-door, lingering as you debated between running away like you always did, or confronting your fears.

You turned around, facing Snape with glossy eyes and red cheeks, unafraid. "You have no idea what you're talking about." You hissed at him furiously, stalking towards the raven-haired man with such determination that it made him flinch out of surprise.

"Don't I?" Snape mused, returning to his usual stoic and cold demeanour. He stood tall, towering over your shorter figure, his lips curling up into a sneer as he bent down to look at you in your teary eyes. "I taught the boy for seven years, Y/N. You think I do not know him better than you do?" 

"I..." You stuttered, snapping your jaw shut as you tipped your chin down, submitting to Snape's cruel tone. 

"You deserve better than him." Snape said quietly, softening his tone as he noticed your form trembling with bottled rage and frustration. He pitied you in this moment, in fact, he wished he could save you from such heartache, but it wasn't his place. Not now, not ever.

"You don't know what I deserve, Severus." You bit back in a harsh whisper. Snape's jaw ticked and your chest tightened as his name fell from your lips for the first time in months. He swiftly moved from behind his desk in a sweep, his long, billowing cloak trailing behind him as he stood in front of you; an unusually calm expression softening the cold, unfeeling glare that once laid upon his features.

Snape parted his lips, staring down at you, mulling over his words for a brief moment. "No, I don't," He said quietly, tilting his head at you, studying your distraught eyes. "However, that does not mean I can't usher you in the right direction." He added, clasping his hands behind his back. "It... pains me to see you so... unhappy." You looked up at him, a stray tear embarrassing you as it rolled down your cheek. You quickly swiped it away, and looked away from him, staring at the record player that you had accidentally triggered all that time ago. You felt another bout of tears brim your eyes again as your mind replayed the tender memory of you and Snape sharing such an intimate moment together.

"How did you know where I was that night?" You questioned him quietly, ignoring his previous comment, desperate not to break down in tears in front of the man you had grown to adore.

"It wasn't hard to pinpoint your location when you were screaming bloody murder." Snape replied, a hint of faint amusement lingering in his tone. You huffed at his words, prompting him to quirk at brow at you questioningly.

"Yeah, well," You swallowed thickly, glancing back up at him through your wet lashes. If you asked him any more questions you were certain you'd start hysterically sobbing. "Thanks. Again." You choked out, nodding gently.

Severus hummed at you. He felt unusually warm as the two of you were silent, quietly savouring the rare, peaceful moment.

Your cheeks had pinkened again as you studied his face, your stomach going bananas as your eyes became glued to his. You felt yourself subconsciously leaning towards him, slowly, like the pull of two magnets. Snape's breath hitched in his throat as he watched your eyes drop to his lips, eyeing them hungrily. He hesitated slightly, his mind beginning to race with plentiful amounts of reason as to why he should stop what was about to happen, however, he found himself tossing them to the side, carelessly.

The way the soft, amber hue of the candles illuminated your wet cheeks made you look so fragile, he just wanted to cradle you indefinitely; an aching urge protect you from the outside world. You felt Severus nudge his prominent nose against yours in a gentle, tender gesture; your eyes fluttering at the intimacy. His hot breath was dancing across your face as the two of you grew closer, noses grazing.

Though, before your lips could meet, Snape's office door swung open, revealing Professor McGonagall clutching a candle dressed in her nightgown.

"Severu- oh!" She gasped, watching as the two of you quickly dispersed from each other. "Am I interrupting something?" McGonagall eyed the two of you inquisitively, her lips pouting together. You cleared your throat and clasped your hands together in front of you, blinking quickly. Your cheeks were still scorching hot.

"No." Severus quickly answered, broadening his shoulders as he dared to glance at you. He straightened his posture and averted his attention to his older colleague, staring at her expectantly. "What's the matter, Minerva?" He asked, an underlying tone of irritation in his voice. Your heart fluttered as you looked to Severus, noticing his usually pale face had a tinge of pink to it.

"Black is in the castle." She said with a worried voice, prompting you to snap your head up at Minerva. What? Sirius Black is inside Hogwarts?

Part 10!

oooooo THEY ALMOST KISSED? mcgonagall the cockblock, whoops. i hope you enjoyed another long chapter, please let me know what you thought!! <3 have a great day/night, im about to get some much needed rest :) im so excited to write the next part tomorrow oh my lordddd

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Fairytale

Prince!Harry Styles x Peasant!Reader

Warnings: Forbidden Love, Some Fluff, Some Angst, Little Age Gab Between Harry and Reader, And Possible Grammar Errors. (Sorry If I Forgot Any!)

Summary: Y/N’s father wants his daughter to have nothing to do with the royals, but that doesn’t stop Y/N from falling in love with Prince Harry.

Word Count: 2,773

Author’s Note: I’ve wanted to write something like this for the longest time! This story is based off of so many Disney movies! If you aren’t a fan of Disney movies or fast moving love stories, I would skip this one! Anyways hope you all enjoy my first Harry Styles story!!

Y/N was in her bedroom brushing her Y/H/L Y/H/C hair. She was using the small mirror that was hanging on her wall. Y/N lives in a small town with her parents. Y/N is the only child and just turned nineteen years old a couple of months ago. They live in a two-bedroom farmhouse.

Y/N and her parents grow crops and sell them in town to make money. They have a little stand in town and sell fruits and vegetables. Sometimes her mother even makes bread to sell as well.

After Y/N finished brushing her hair she set her brush down onto her dresser. When she looked out her window the large castle caught her eye like it always does.

King and Queen Styles live there with their twenty-one-year-old son named Harry. Prince Harry is an only child so when his father passes on, Harry will become King. Y/N has always wanted to go to the castle. Every-time she sees the castle she can’t help but stare at it in awe.

However, that dream always get’s shattered by her father. Since Y/N and her family are peasants her father thinks they shouldn’t mix with the royals. Her father tells her that royals are snobs and don’t care about peasants which is absolutely not true. Maybe it was true when her father was younger, but the the royals now truly care for everyone. No matter how many times Y/N has told her father that, it just goes through one ear and out the other one. It breaks Y/N’s heart when she hears her father talk bad about the royals.

“Y/N! Come down and eat!” She heard her mother call out to her which broke her gaze away from the castle. “Coming!” Y/N called back out. She slipped on her brown flats. She gave one last glance at the castle and then walked out of her bedroom.

She walked down the steps and into the kitchen. Her mother was fixing her a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon and her father was sitting at the table reading the daily newspaper while drinking coffee. “There you are! Sit and eat.” Her mother told sitting the plate of food down on the table in front of an empty chair. “Thanks mother.” Y/N said with a soft smile as she sat down at the table across from her father. “You’re welcome, dear.” Her mom said returning the smile and walked back to the counter to start cleaning up the mess she made making the food.

“While your mother and I are at the stand I need you to stay back and pick the crops.” Her father told her putting down the newspaper, so he was looking at her. “Yes, father.” Y/N told him with a nod and took a bite from a price of bacon.

Y/N did everything she could to hold in a sign or groan. She hates having to stay back and pick the crops, but she knows not to argue with her father.

Her father has a soft spot but when it comes to the family business, he is very stern and strict.

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Y/N was out in the garden picking the vegetables and putting them in a big basket. She was almost done picking all the vegetables and then after that it’s time to pick the fruits. Y/N stood up from the ground to put her hair up into a ponytail. The sizzling sun was making her sweat. After she finished putting her Y/H/C hair up, she knelled back down into the dirt and continued to pick the cucumbers off the vines.

Once her hands were full, she turned to put them into the basket she was met with a surprise that scared her. It was a big white horse eating the carrots out of the basket. “No, no, no!” Y/N said dropping the cucumbers so she could shoo away the horse. “Bad horse.” She said standing up and guiding the horse away from the basket.

“Where did you even come from?” Y/N asked as she lightly petted the horse. “There you are.” She heard a voice say in a relief tone. When Y/N saw who the voice belonged to her eyes went wide in surprise. It’s the prince. Prince Harry. He was wearing black dress pants with a white buttoned up shirt. Y/N didn’t realize she was staring at him till he said something.

“I’m so sorry about Sparky here. He likes to escape.” Harry told her walking over to her and the horse. “It’s okay, it happens.” Y/N told him in a reassuring tone. “Thank you.” Harry told her with a kind smile. Y/N returned the kind smile. “You’re welcome.” Y/N told him.

“I’m Harry, though you probably already know that, so I don’t know why I’m telling you that.” Harry said as his cheeks turned red in embarrassment. Y/N couldn’t help but let out a giggle. “It’s okay.” Y/N told him reassuring him again. “I’m Y/N.” Y/N said introducing herself. “Well, it’s very nice to meet you, Y/N.” Harry told her. “It’s very nice to meet you, too, Prince Harry.” Y/N said back. “Please, just call me Harry.” Harry told her. He hates when people always call him Prince Harry. When people just call him by his name, it makes him feel like a regular guy. “Okay, Harry.” Y/N said correcting herself.

There was a silence between them as they just stared into each other’s eyes. Y/N was the first one to look away as she snapped back into reality. “I should get back to work.” Y/N said to him. “Wait!” Harry said before she could turn and walk away. “Are you doing anything tonight?” Harry asked her in a curious tone. “No.” Y/N answered with a shake of the head. She was a little confused on why he was asking her that question.

“At the castle tonight, my parents are holding a ball that’s opened up to everyone. I would love for you to come.” Harry said which made her heart rate speed up. He wants her to attend the ball. She wants to attend, but she knows her father won’t let her go. “Oh, I don’t know.” Y/N said with an unsure tone in her voice. “Just think about it.” Harry told her with a charming smile which melted Y/N’s heart. She watching him walk away with the horse.

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Once Y/N finished picking all of the crops she went inside to take a shower and wash off all the sweat and dirt off her skin. When she finished brushing out her hair, she heard the front door open and close which meant her parents are home. Y/N quickly walked out of her bedroom and down the steps. When she walked into the kitchen she heard her parents in the living room. She walked into the living room which got her parents attention.

“Mother, father, I have a really important question to ask.” Y/N told them. “What is it, dear?” Her mother asked her in a curious tone. Y/N took a deep breath to calm her nerves down. “Tonight, the castle is having a ball that’s open to everyone, and I was wondering-” Y/N was saying but before she could ask the question her father cut her off. “No, you’re not going.” Her father told her in a stern tone.

“But father-” Y/N said, but again her father cut her off. “No! I’m not letting my daughter go to a snobby ball!” Her father told her. “The answer is no and that’s final.” Her father told her with a stern look in his eyes.

Tears quickly filled Y/N’s Y/E/C eyes. Her father wouldn’t even let her talk.

Y/N just turned away and walked out of the room and into the kitchen. She went upstairs and into her room.

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Y/N was in her room sitting on her bed with tears rolling down her cheeks. It wasn’t fair. Her father is being unreasonable. She doesn’t know why her father has so much against the royals. They have never taken away anything from the townspeople.

Y/N heard a knock on her wooden door. “Go away!” Y/N called out not wanting to talk. She thought it was her father, but she heard her mother’s voice instead. “I have a surprise for you.” She heard her mother tell her. “Okay, you can come in.” Y/N called out to her as she used both of her hands to wipe away her tears.

Her mother walked into the room holding a beautiful blue ball gown. “Oh my gosh.” Y/N said in amazement as she got up from her bed. “Do you like it?” Her mom asked her to close the door. “I love it! It’s so beautiful.” Y/N said looking at the dress in awe.

“I was wearing this dress the night I met your father, and I want you to wear it to the ball.” Her mother told her handing the dress over to her. “You’re letting me go?” Y/N said taking the dress with a surprised look in her eyes. “I know that this is your dream.” Her mother told her with a smile. Y/N’s lips turned up into a big smile.

“Now let’s get you ready for the biggest night of your life.” Her mother said with excitement in her voice.

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Y/N’s mother helped her change into the dress that fit Y/N perfectly. Her mother pinned up her hair and did her make up. The make up matched the dress’s color. Her mother gave her the matching slippers to the dress. The slippers were the same color as the dress but were sparkly. Her mother told her to be back by midnight and helped her sneak out the back door. Y/N thanked her mother and made her way towards the castle.

When Y/N got to the castle she looked up at it in awe. It’s even more beautiful up close. When she walked inside, she was surprised she wasn’t nervous. She couldn’t believe she was inside the castle. Y/N followed the crowd to the ball room.

She looked around the room till her eyes landed on Harry. He was all dressed up into his royal suit. He didn’t look very into the gathering. That was till his green eyes met Y/N’s Y/E/C eyes. His lips turned up into a smile as he walked over to her.

“You’re here.” Harry said obviously very happy to see her. “I’m so glad you decided to come.” Harry added. “I’m glad, too.” Y/N told him.

“You look beautiful.” Harry told her which made her heart start race. “Thank you.” Y/N said with a little giggle.

“Would you like to dance?” Harry asked holding out one of his hands for her to take. Y/N felt no hesitation. “Of course.” Y/N answered putting her hand into his’s.

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Y/N spent the whole evening with Harry. They just have the perfect click. The whole night they couldn’t keep their eyes off one another. Harry took Y/N outside to one of the balconies so they could get away from all of the noise and get some fresh air. They sat down onto one of the benches and looked up at the stars.

“The stars are so beautiful.” Y/N said looking up at the stars. “They sure are.” Harry said looking away from the sky and at her. Y/N looked over at him and their eyes just locked.

They started to lean in but before their lips could touch the bell from the clock tower went off. It was midnight which meant she missed her curfew.

“Oh no!” Y/N said with panic filling her body. “I have to go!” Y/N said quickly standing up from the bench. Before she could run away Harry took her hand. “You have to go? Why?” Harry asked not wanting her to leave. “I was supposed to be home by midnight. My father doesn’t even know that I’m here.” Y/N told him.

“Will I ever see you again?” Harry asked her with hope in his voice. Y/N let out a sigh as she shook her head no. “My father will never allow it.” Y/N told him with a frown.

“I’m sorry.” Y/N said letting go of his hand and quickly walked away leaving Harry heartbroken.

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Days have passed and Harry can’t get Y/N out of his head. Even though they have only had two encounters he knows that Y/N is the one. As they danced together, he knew he was falling in love with her. He doesn’t know why Y/N’s father won’t allow her to see him. His parents allow him to interact with anyone. Wether they are royalty or not.

“Dear? Are you alright?” The Queen asked her son. Harry broke out of his thoughts. He was sitting at the dinning table with his parents for breakfast. “You haven’t touched any of your food.” The Queen told him with worry in her voice. “I’m not hungry.” Harry said with a sigh.

“Is everything alright?” The King asked his son with worry now in his voice as well. “I met this girl, and I just know that she’s the one.” Harry told his parents. “That’s wonderful, sweetie!” The Queen said with an excited smile. “But it’s not going to happen. Her father won’t allow her to see me.” Harry said with another sad sigh.

“Harry, do you really think that this girl is the one?” The King asked him. “Yes, father.” Harry answered with a nod. “Are you truly in love with her?” The King asked him. “Of course, father.” Harry answered him. “Then you need to fight for her.” The King told him. “If you truly know that she is the one, you can’t give up on her.” The King explained to him.

Harry knew everything his father told him, was right. He can’t give up on having a future with Y/N.

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Y/N’s parents were downstairs in the living room while Y/N was upstairs in her room. Her father was reading the newspaper while her mother was knitting a sweater.

There was a knock on the door. Y/N’s father closed the newspaper and sat it down onto the table. He got out of his seat and walked over to the door and opened it to see two kingdom guards.

“Hello sir, we are in order of the Prince.” One of the guards said. “In order? For what?” Y/N’s father said with confusion in his voice. The two guards stepped to the side to travel Harry. “Sir, I am asking for your blessing to ask your daughter to be my wife.” Harry told him in a kind tone.

Before Y/N’s dad could say anything her mother quickly stepped in. “Gentlemen, please come in. I need to speak to my husband in the kitchen.” Y/N’s mother said to them with kindness. She took her husband’s hand and took him into the kitchen with her.

“They have the wrong house.” He said in a stern tone in his voice. “No, they don’t.” She told him. Y/N’s father quickly became confused. “What’s going on?” Y/N asked walking down the stairs. “Prince Harry is here to ask for your hand in marriage.” Her mother told her taking her by surprise.

Harry is actually here, in her house. She took a glance into the living and saw him standing there with two guards.

“Will someone please tell me what is going on?” Her father asked with frustration starting to lose his patience. “I went to the ball.” Y/N told him looking back at her father. “You disobeyed my orders?” Her father said with disappointment in his voice.

“Father, I spent the whole night with Harry, and it was perfect.” Y/N told him. “I love him.” Y/N confessed. “You do?” Her mother asked in surprise. Y/N gave her mother a nod.

Her father knew that she was telling the truth by the look she has in her eyes.

“Come.” Her father said walking into the living room. Y/N and her mother followed him.

“Prince Harry, I believe you have a question to ask my daughter.” Her father said with a smile.

Harry smiled walking up to Y/N. He took a small box out from the pocket in his pants. He bent down on one knee and opened the box to reveal a beautiful ring. “Y/N, will you marry me?” Harry asked her. Y/N’s lips turned up into a huge smile. “Yes!” She answered with nothing but excitement in her voice.

Harry took the ring out of the box and put the ring onto Y/N’s hand.

Right when Harry stood up Y/N jumped into his arms and connected her lips with his lips for a perfect first kiss.

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Hi! It's been a long time! The real life it's exhausting, I missed tumblr and your thoughts and theories. Thank goodness I'm already on vacation, hahaha.

By the way, I wanted to ask what are your thoughts about the wands. The magic, how they change the loyalty, how they seems to be "almost" a living being.

Two scenarios I'm really interested are: the one when Harry steals Draco's wand and why Harry has a good compatibility with it but not with Hermione's; and the fact that the Elder Wand doesn't respond well to Voldemort bc is actually Draco's wand and then Harry's. (I think it was like that). I hope it's not too much to analyze.

I'm looking forward to your thoughts! Take care and Happy Holidays! 😊🎉💕

Hi, and thank you so much! 💕 I hope life would get better for you this year!

Now, wands are somewhat alive in the way a lot of magic seems to be. Brooms can sense a wizard's fear, the RoR changes according to one's will, and even the Ford Angelica and the Whomping Willow have a personality. Magical artifacts just have a certain level of sentience and I talked about this a bit already here & here.

Wands just tend to be more sentient than most magical artifacts. I talked about wands a lot before in my Wandlore tag if you're interested. And how each wand has its own personality and how it effects how it chooses its master.

As for Draco's and Hermione’s wands' compatibility with Harry — it's more or less the same. Draco's wand isn't more compatible with him than Hermione's. He remarks it works at least as well:

Harry looked down at the hawthorn wand that had once belonged to Draco Malfoy. He had been surprised, but pleased to discover that it worked for him at least as well as Hermione’s had done.

(DH, Ch26)

This means it might be a little better, but not noticeably so.

Now, Harry's wand is Holly and Phoenix Feather, 11 inches and Supple Flexibility.

Hermione’s is Vine and Dragon Heartstrings, 10 3/4 inches. My guess to the flexibility is "solid".

Draco's wand is Hawthorn and Unicorn hair, 10 inches. My guess for the flexibility is "reasonably supple".

Now, both Hermione’s and Draco's wands are bad picks for Harry. Vinewood is for wizards/witches with ambition, it's attracted to visionaries who see themselves as having a greater purpose. This fits Hermione (who's idealistic when it comes to the wizarding world and elf rights, for example), but not Harry. Dragon Heartstrings tend to be more flamboyant and very obedient, which is kinda the opposite of a Phoenix feather that has a certain detachment to it and is fiercely independent. (Not to mention all the symbolism with death and rebirth that is appropriate to Harry).

Draco's wand is an even worse match for Harry in terms of its stats. Hawthorn is meant for someone who's questioning themselves and their lives in a state of internal conflict. It's a wand of paradoxes and contradictions. It fits Draco of the last two books perfectly, but that's not Harry. Unicorn hair is known as an incredibly loyal wand core. Unicorn hair wands don't just switch hands willy-nilly. Unicorn wands tend to die with their owner, it would not work for another. They also tend to be more emotional but very consistent in their magic — very different than the more temperamental phoenix feather wand.

Actually, blackthorn, as a wand wood, would suit Harry better than either vine or hawthorn. It's a wand wood suited for a warrior, it's said to work best for an owner who it passes with through hardship. That, like the bush it comes from "that it produces its sweetest berries after the hardest frosts". All of which should've worked for Harry well enough — but it didn't.

The reason for that is that wands don't remain in their "factory settings" they adapt to the master's personality and style, as Ollivanders says:

 Moreover, each wand, from the moment it finds its ideal owner, will begin to learn from and teach its human partner. Therefore, the following must be seen as general notes on each of the wood types I like to work with best, and ought not to be taken to describe any individual wand.

(Pottermore)

And even gives some examples:

Hornbeam wands adapt more quickly than almost any other to their owner’s style of magic, and will become so personalised, so quickly, that other people will find them extremely difficult to use even for the most simple of spells.  [...] Pine wands enjoy being used creatively, and unlike some others, will adapt unprotestingly to new methods and spells.

(Pottermore)

They absorb some of their owners into them and vice versa. There's a reason wizards feel like their wands are an extension of themselves:

Without realizing it, he was digging his fingers into his arms as if he were trying to resist physical pain. He had spilled his own blood more times than he could count; he had lost all the bones in his right arm once; this journey had already given him scars to his chest and forearm to join those on his hand and forehead, but never, until this moment, had he felt himself to be fatally weakened, vulnerable, and naked, as though the best part of his magical power had been torn from him.

(DH, Ch18)

Becouse, in a way, they are. They are alive, and they adapt and learn and change to match their master. There is a relationship between the wizard and the wand. The wand adopts the wizard's personality, becoming an extension of them:

“I hate that thing,” she said in a low voice. “I really hate it. It feels all wrong, it doesn’t work properly for me . . . It’s like a bit of her.”

(DH, Ch26)

The blackthorn wand hates Harry and fights him because its master hated Harry, not because it wasn't won properly. My guess is Ron couldn't make it work any better. This is why family wands tend to work when passed down. Family members usually want you to succeed. And sure, sometimes it isn't a perfect fit, since the wand still has its own personality, but family wands would try to work with the owner to the best of their ability.

(Neville's situation is pretty unique, my guess is his father’s wand has a lot of personality and doesn't like to be handled timidly. And there are woods like that, like Spruce wands which are "ill-matched with cautious or nervous natures, and become positively dangerous in fumbling fingers". But I digress)

Hermione's wand works for Harry becouse they are good friends and her wand likes Harry the way she does. Now, why Draco's wand works for Harry so well is a little telling on Draco, I'd say. I'm not a Drarry shipper, it's not my cup of tea, but this is real Drarry fodder if you want to use it. Draco's wand working for Harry implies Draco wants it to. It works with Draco's conflicted nature in this book, that he does one thing, but his wand, which reveals the truth, tells another thing. And that is that regardless of what Draco says or does he wants Harry to succeed.

Now, the Elder Wand is a special case. It's more sentient than most, but I don't think it chooses masters the way we are told. I think it not working for Voldemort as well as it could had nothing to do with Draco being its master. I don't think Draco was its master nor do I think the Elder Wand treated Voldemort any different than it treated most of its other "masters".

Like Hermione says, a Wand usually doesn't matter as much as the wizard:

“Harry, you keep talking about what your wand did,” said Hermione, “but you made it happen! Why are you so determined not to take responsibility for your own power?”

(DH, Ch12)

Wands, generally, don't really cast magic on their own. It's always the wizard's own magic channeled through the wand. Every wand which is a good match to the wizard should perform about the same level of magic. And Voldemort says the magic he is capable of with the Elder Wand is the same extraordinary magic he is always capable of:

“My—my lord?” said Snape blankly. “I do not understand. You—you have performed extraordinary magic with that wand.” “No,” said Voldemort. “I have performed my usual magic. I am extraordinary, but this wand. . . no. It has not revealed the wonders it has promised. I feel no difference between this wand and the one I procured from Ollivander all those years ago.”

(DH, Ch32)

The wand isn't fighting him the way the blackthorn wand fought Harry. The Elder Wand doesn't really care and would perform for any wizard it considers capable enough, but it saves its own magic and aid only for its real master. Which wasn't Dumbledore or Voldemort or Draco, but Harry — I think it's been Harry since the wand sensed him in the same room because I think he was always the master of death.

This isn't the explanation the books outright give, but it's ambiguous enough that there is some space left to theorize. And that's how I see it.

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tastes like strawberries (on valentine's day)

a/n: some cute valentines day smut for you all. enjoy x

tw: sex

song: watermelon sugar- harry styles

“I know it’s not much, my love.” he tells you, as he guides you towards the bed in the centre of the room, which is covered with red flower petals and surrounded by candles. The room smells of flowers and freshly laundered cotton sheets. You allow yourself to breathe it in before moving your head towards his neck and inhaling in the musty scent of his aftershave. You feel his stubble brush across your cheek as he leans in to kiss you. You both stand there for a few minutes in each other’s arms, staring at the Eiffel tower just beyond the balcony next to the bath.

“Harry, it’s everything,” you stammer. “I’m so lucky,”

“Anything for my girl,” he smiles. “Fancy a bath together? You and me?”

You look over and see steam rising from the round, freestanding bathtub, which is bubbling with lilies and glitter. You nod at him, before he gently removes your lacy rouge Victoria’s secret bra and thong, and peppers kisses to each of your breasts.

“Look at you. You’re literally perfect.” he grins, his green eyes darting in a triangle motion from your eyes to your lips, before smooching you affectionately. You can taste the fresh mint on his breath as he leans down to scoop you up in his arms before placing you into the water. He admires you for a moment, before quickly pulling off his briefs and splashing into the water on top of you. He reaches for a glass of champagne on the wooden table next to the tub and takes a swig of it. As you reach down to draw the outline of the vines tattooed on his torso with your fingertips, you feel something harden underneath your hand.

“You’re such a good girl,” He giggles, whilst tipping your chin up in his hand before pecking you on the shoulders. You moan slightly as you feel his fingers slide playfully back and forth across your clit. At the same time, you cup your hand around his dick and glide your palm up and down it. You feel it harden even more in your grip in response. You feel hot liquid begin to drip down your thighs, and Harry looks down whilst smirking slightly.

“You like that, don’t you?” he smiles, whilst gently moving your thighs apart before sliding down inside of you. Your legs flail in the air, as you kiss all the way down his neck and feel his soft flesh in-between your teeth. He rubs your back and begins to moan softly, whilst thrusting himself into you, deeper each time.

“I love you,” you stammer, as he places his finger on your bottom lip to pry it apart before you feel his tongue slithering into your mouth. He continues to move up and down on top of you for a few minutes before you roll over onto your front, your fingers gripping the sides of the bath tub.

“Deeper, huh? I can do deeper,” he winks at you before entering you from behind. You howl as you feel him grinding back and forth whilst he massages your clit with one hand and places his other hand over the top of yours, your fingers locked together. You can feel him panting into your ear, his breaths becoming more frequent with every thrust. You scream his name as you feel him come inside of you, hot milky liquid stinging your insides. 

 He looks down, seemingly sad that he has finished unexpectedly.

“It’s the bath water, baby. It’s always quicker in the bath,” you reassured him, whilst watching him climb out to grab a fresh towel from the end of the bed. He lifts you out of the water and cradles you in his arms before laying you back down on the bed. His green pools of light radiate into yours. He tucks your hair behind your ear before beginning to gently dry off your body.

“Don’t be shy,” he smiles at you. “It’s Valentine’s Day. You want more?”

You nod at him eagerly, and immediately he pries your thighs apart and collapses onto the end of the bed, his head now in-between your legs. You feel his tongue begin to caress your other lips, whilst he massages your hips with his hands, which are still soft from the bath water. You throw your head backwards, overwhelmed with complete and utter adoration for this man, who always knows exactly what you need and when you need it most.

“Harry, I love you, I love you, I love you!” you scream as you come into his open mouth and watch him look up to lick the remainder of it from his lips, creamy white liquid still visible around the edges.

“You taste so good, sunshine,” he chuckles before lifting you up and tucking you under the sheets next to him. You smooth a silky brown strand of hair from out of his eyes whilst he glides his lips up your neck.

“So, did you enjoy my little Valentine’s Day surprise?” he whispers into your ear.

“Oh baby, I love you,” you smile back at him, as tiny creases form around his green eyes, and he closes them before falling asleep in your arms.

[amniotic]

Strawhat Pirates mixtape 𓇼 ⋆｡˚ 𓆝₊⊹𓆉︎

i'm very normal about them, so i made a mixtape for the strawhats. this is more like a OPLA mixtape cause i'm still in alabasta in the animé akjjassja ⋆｡𖦹 °.🐚⋆❀˖°

˗ˏˋ listen here ˎˊ˗

Sanji

Good old fashioned lover boy - queen Valentine - Laufey Algo contigo - Rita Payés Can't help falling in love - Elvis Presley Hey Lover - The Daughters of Eve O' Sarracino - Renato Carosone Me and my husband - mitski The other woman - lana del rey Mio Amore- the flamingos Sway - Dean martini Washing machine heart - mitski

luffy

Nuestra canción - monsieur periné Hijo del sol luminoso - Joe Vasconcellos Pregon para iluminarse - Los Jaivas You've got a friend in me - Cavetown Hypeboy - Newjeans Music for a sushi restaurant - Harry Styles Hopes and Dreams - Toby Fox Hunger - Aurora The mother we share - CHVRCHES 愛彌々 - Mongol800×Wanima

Zoro

No Church in The Wild - JAY-Z Leave my body - florence + the machine Die for you - the weeknd STRONG - Miyavi Guy.exe - superfruit I love you, i love you, i love you, i hate you - Miyavi Yo no soy celoso - Bad Bunny Espada - Javiera Mena No Tengo dinero - Juan Gabriel King of Lionheart - Of Monster and Men Hasta la raíz - Natalia Lafourcade

Usopp

Lies and truth - L'arc~en~Ciel I'm not calling you a liar - florence + the machine Cloud 9 - Beach Bunny Friday I'm in Love - The Cure No hace falta - Monsieur Periné Soldier, Poet, King - The Oh Hellos Teenagers - My chemical romance Rabbit Heart - Florence + the machine Starman - Seu Jorge

Nami

Dangerous Woman - Ariana Grande Are you Satisfied - Marina Vine Solita - Natalia Lafourcade Diamonds are a girl's best friend - Marilyn Monroe Dog Day are Over - Florence + the machine The River - Aurora Free - Florence + the machine Entre el mandarinal - Daniel toro Little Talks - Of monster and Men Ïf We All Die Tomorrow - Tom Rosenthal

[collecting-stories]

Style - Sirius Black

Summary: you and Sirius enjoy a somewhat on-again, off-again relationship with each other. Marauders era, post Hogwarts.

A/N: The last Sirius fic I wrote was sort of angsty so I'm trying to remedy that with this.

TS Anthology Series | Harry Potter Masterlist

...could end in burning flames or paradise...

The letter came by owl on the 3rd Tuesday of the month, a crisp envelope, heavy, off-white, your name embossed in golden cursive so delicate it was breathtaking. You were careful not to tear the envelope when you opened it, pulling the card out, the same golden lettering inviting you to the wedding of Lily Evans and James Potter at their home in Godric's Hallow. It would be a summer soiree, a bit of information you knew from a visit there last week and not from the letter itself. Lily had asked you to play maid of honor, since Petunia had outright refused to be part of the wedding in any way at all.

"According to her, I've thrown away my entire identity for this hogwash and she won't play party to it any longer. I think it's just that Vernon she's married, he's a tosser. I hate to speak ill but...least I invited her to my wedding." Lily tapered off at the end as she took the kettle off the stove and poured two cups of tea. 

"Well I'll happily take her place," you said, accepting the cup of tea from her. 

Lily's kitchen was bright and colorful, with windows that felt as if the garden didn't end outside but instead stretched its vines into the house and breathed life into it. She'd never been much for herbology in school, or even basic gardening when she was home but since moving to the cottage in Godric's Hallow she'd found a new love for working outside with her hands. Like she was breathing life into everything around her. You always loved being there, the house was warm and welcoming and a far cry from the quiet of your flat in Cambridge, but your visits were scarce. Especially as of late, it had taken a summons by owl for you to agree to show up for afternoon tea. 

"You'll have to around then, for the rehearsal and the wedding you know? James wants to have a party sometime next week too, sort of an informal announcement that we're marrying. He wanted to just send word, I told him I would send out proper invitations," Lily said, 

"I know," you replied, taking a sip of your tea, "I'll be there. You say it like I'm so hard to come by when I'm a fireplace away. James sounds like he has the right idea, anyway. I'd throw a party and then just get married then. Or skip the party." You said, "and the wedding for that matter."

"Oh, I'm well aware that you'd skip the wedding," she laughed.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You tried your best at sounding scandalized but it was empty, you knew what she was referring to but neither of you had ever actually gotten close to talking about it. It was something that everyone heard of secondhand, whoever had been the first to hear it from you or Sirius, no one could remember, but Lily had never directly discussed it with you and you had never told her exactly what happened. 

She shrugged, grinning rather mischievously as she did. She looked more like James than herself in that moment, "you know James is making Sirius his best man?"

"I know he is. I saw Remus last week and he mentioned the wedding." You replied. "Why?"

"You'll have to see him."

"Are we going to hash all this out right here over tea? I've got nothing against him, we get on perfectly fine," you said, unable to keep the defensive tone out of your voice. 

You had avoided any real discussion about the nature of your relationship with Sirius with any of your friends. They were all his friends too, after all, and it wasn't really any of their business to pry into what happened. Which wasn't really anything particularly astounding. 

"You rarely see each other lately," Lily pointed out. 

"Are you keeping tabs?" You joked, finishing off the tea and standing to take your cup to the sink. The kitchen door clattered open, James stamping his feet on the door mat before stepping over the threshold. They're behind him, Sirius, stepping into the small kitchen and closing the door behind him. In the three seconds it took him to realize that you were there by the sink, Lily had looked over at you with the sort of apologetic look meant to infer that she had no idea he would be coming through the door at all, let alone while you were here. 

"Speak of the devil," you joked, breaking the seconds of awkward silence and the four of you attempted to make out what protocol you were all meant to follow. "Sirius, Lily tells me you'll be walking me down the aisle."

"Sounds like a dream come true," he teased, recovering only a moment after you and flashing you the sort of smile that had made you weak in the knees everyday from 1st to 7th year. 

"Don't get any ideas, Petunia doesn't want to come to the wedding," you replied. 

"Sounds like you're saving me a very uncomfortable afternoon then."

"Did you both want to stay for dinner? I was just going to gather some veg for a salad and I've got some chicken and pasta to make," Lily offered, looking between the two of you. She'd stood up too and was holding her tea cup and saucer in a death grip. Her voice, on the other hand, remained calm, like nothing at all was bothering her. 

"Of course," you agreed, if only to prove that there really was nothing at all wrong and you didn't mind being around Sirius at all. In fact, you wanted to tell her, you hardly thought of him at all. There wasn't any space to tell her that though, and neither of you would have actually believed it at all. "I can grab the veg for you."

"Perfect," Lily nodded. 

The basket she used to collect vegetables and fruit from the garden sat atop the fridge and you grabbed it down, having to go up on your tiptoes to reach. From the corner of your eye, Sirius made a move toward you, as if to help, but then clearly thought better of it, shuffling away from the door instead and letting you manage the task yourself. 

At least the task of taking the basket out into the garden. It took only three short minutes for Sirius to slip out the kitchen door, closing it quietly behind him and walking to the row of raised beds where Lily had been growing lettuces and spinach. You were tearing arugula and placing it in a pile in the corner of the basket when he found you, standing on the other side of the bed to leave space between the two of you. 

"They're all loved up in there," he mentioned, looking back over his shoulder for a moment before he looked back to you, "what've you said to Lily?"

"What've you said to James?" You asked, not looking up as you moved onto some butter lettuce. 

"Nothing, he's talking about the wedding being a good time for...you know, for us seeing each other again." Sirius almost laughed when he said it, "figured you hadn't mentioned to Lily that we've been seeing each other."

"I just figured it'd be easier that way...in case we aren't when the wedding comes around." You pointed out. 

Sirius pouted at you, lower lip jutting out. What Lily knew was true, you and Sirius had broken up (not for the first time) and you weren't really seeing anyone. Not because you were hiding out or anything so petty, just because you were busy and, times being what they were, you didn't have time to sit around with your friends and eat ice cream and complain. Or whatever it was that Lily had told you would be cathartic. The part of it that she didn't know, that you hadn't told her when you'd mentioned seeing Remus the week prior, was that you'd seen Sirius too. They shared the flat in London after all and it was impossible to avoid seeing Sirius when you saw Remus. Your ex had been there and everything had been fine and then Remus had gone to work (probably knowing exactly what would come of him going to work and leaving the two of you alone) and you were suddenly no longer broken up. 

"Don't be such a cynic, it's not becoming," Sirius teased, grinning when you smiled despite yourself. 

"Your hair is getting long," you commented, changing the subject abruptly. 

"My hair is always long." 

"Longer than usual," you replied, reaching out to play with the end of a strand of wavy black hair. Sirius smile softened and his eyes fluttered closed for a moment before he opened them again, watching you pull your hand away and stand up. "Practically on your shoulders."

"You're very concerned about the length of my hair suddenly?" He asked.

"I was thinking about it this morning when we were brushing our teeth but my mouth was full of toothpaste so I couldn't say, and then you went to see James and so I've just thought it again when I looked at you. That your hair is getting long." You explained. 

"I appreciate the mention, thank you."

You shook your head at him and went back to choosing vegetables for the salad, moving to another raised bed. Tomatoes this time, you noted. You went for the smallest of them, cherry sized and yellow in color. Sirius followed after you, taking a few off a vine to eat for himself. 

"We should get a nice little place like this," he mentioned, looking around the garden. He wasn't sure he could picture the two of you in a garden together but something like it might be nice. Sirius wasn't really a cottage type, not like James and Lily, setting up a cozy little corner of the world where they dreamed of raising a family and cultivating a garden and having neighbors. He wasn't sure he wanted all those things, he felt he was supposed to want them, to dream of waking up on Christmas and coming down to a tree all decorated and lots of little versions of the two of you running about. 

"You wouldn't want that," you said, as matter of fact as he knew it to be true. "You would feel too suffocated somewhere like this, who wants to spend forever feeling like they're losing themselves."

"Is that how you thought you would feel?" Sirius asked, reaching for the basket and laying his hand over yours when you gripped the handle. 

"No," you smiled at him, lifting the gravity of his words, "it's how I knew you might feel...especially if you were hellbent on convincing yourself that this was what you wanted. Sirius Black tending a garden and going to markets on Sundays? I've known you too long, my love, you can't fool me quite as well as you fool yourself."

Sirius grinned, giving little away as to whether he was bothered by your words or not. He had grown up with you though, been friends long before you were lovers, and he knew that you could be blunt with your words. "Well, we wouldn't have to have this place," Sirius finally said, "we could have a nice little flat in London."

"I do have a nice little flat in London and you stay over quite a lot," you reasoned. You were tempted to add that enough of his belongings had made their way into your little flat that there was no way to ever truly expel him from your life. You hadn't even tried the last time, just left everything where it was like a relic of a passed life. 

"True," he agreed, going back to picking vegetables. 

"Do you want to tell James and Lily that we're seeing each other again?" You asked, taking up the basket as he tossed a couple cucumbers in. 

"Do you want to be seeing each other?" He replied. It was a foolish insecurity to have, especially for someone who had never experienced much insecurity in previous relationships (though he didn't really have many substantial relationships he could recall off the top of his head), but sometimes he thought that perhaps you were just bidding your time with him. 

You looked almost confused, eyebrows furrowing as you looked at him, "course. I'd see you all the time if I could." 

"Well," Sirius grinned, almost visibly inflating at your words, "who can blame you for that?"

"Alright, let's get inside before your head gets too big to fit through the kitchen door," you teased, grabbing the sleeve of his shirt and tugging gently so that he would follow you. 

Walking back into the kitchen was like breaking a spell, James was taking the basket from your hands and asking if the two of you wanted some wine from a bottle that "a neighbor gave us last week, not sure exactly where they got it, or if they made it themselves, Lily was convinced that they poisoned it but I said that was silly,". 

"Poisoned?" Sirius asked, taking the green glass bottle and uncorking it. He leaned over the bottle and sniffed as if he'd detect whether it was foul or not. "Doesn't smell poisoned."

"Oh can you smell the poison?" You laughed, grabbing a knife from the block on the counter and laying out the vegetables. 

"I have an excellent sniffer, I'll have you know," he argued, "though I will say it's a bit easier to sus out a poison in my furrier form."

"Do not transform yourself into a dog in my kitchen Sirius," Lily snapped, "you never want to put your clothes back on."

"That's got nothing to do with the dog," you commented and James laughed. 

"Didn't realize I'd been invited to dinner just to endure all this abuse." Sirius grumbled though there was a smile threatening to break across his face, letting you know that he wasn't nearly as upset as he was playing at. 

     You sat beside Sirius for dinner, Lily sending you suggestive looks whenever she thought he was too engrossed in conversation with James to notice (though you knew Sirius better than most and were sure that he had most definitely noticed). Dinner at Lily and James' was like always, fun and lighthearted, conversation steering away from anything too troubling (no talk of the coming darkness) until you were all a little more than tipsy and you'd taken to openly leaning against Sirius when the party moved to the living room. 

He was first to take his leave, though he announced that you were going with him, "think we'd best get home, this one's got work in the morning," were his exact words and the way he said 'home' as if it belonged to both of you made your wine drunk heart skip a beat. You were warm from the alcohol and the fire and hugs goodbye but you still managed to wrap yourself in Sirius' arms as you walked down the sidewalk in Godric's. 

"You know, I think it would be quite nice to have a little flat somewhere, we could decorate it together and have all our friends round for dinner parties and we could go all over the world on holidays." You suggested, the grey of his eyes especially haunting as he measured your words. 

"Sounds lovely," he agreed, though whether that was because it did sound lovely or because he was placating you, even he wasn't positive. 

You both went home and the spell of Godric's Hollow was lifted and when the envelope arrived by owl a week later, Sirius was gone again. Back to his shared flat with Remus and you were back to pretending all the pieces of him that he'd left behind didn't hurt. Remus had assured you, when you'd blubbered rather unattractively over the phone with him two days after things turned sour, that it was just the way things worked between the two of you ("eventually one of you, or both of you, god willing, will mature enough to commit to the relationship you both so desperately crave"). The advice was not what you wanted to hear, to no one's surprise, and you resigned yourself instead to the knowledge that you would not have to see Sirius until the wedding, or rehearsal dinner or whatever Lily had planned. You could stay in the flat in Cambridge that was once again, only yours, and Sirius could go about his own life doing whatever it was that he did when you were taking time away from each other. 

By your own determination and Lily's unwavering devotion to you as a friend, there were no run-ins until the rehearsal dinner, which Sirius was late to. He arrived looking somewhat frazzled, on a flying motorcycle of all things, and apologizing profusely to Lily and James for his tardiness. You were standing with Remus, who'd been tasked with walking beside you until Sirius arrived, watching him greet the jovial couple.

"My mum told me that if I would only stop fooling around with Sirius I might find some nice bloke and settle down," you whispered to Remus when he nudged you gently with his elbow. 

"That sounds very uncharacteristic for you," he replied, "do you plan on taking her advice?"

"Unfortunately, for myself and for her, I really don't," you finally tore your gaze away from your sometimes companion (just as he looked your way) to meet Remus' amused gaze, "I always think I will but then he shows up somewhere and I know I won't." 

"Remus, I see you've taken your rightful place as best man," Sirius teased, wedging himself into the nonexistent space between the two of you. If it wasn't so obvious that you and Remus harbored no feelings for each other, someone might have supposed that Sirius was jealous of his friend receiving your attention. 

"I already told James I didn't want it when he asked me first," Remus joked, moving over a step to accommodate his friend. 

"Did you really?" Sirius called, looking around the small crowd for James and then settling on him, "you asked Remus first?"

"Second best again Padfoot," you teased. 

He looked at you with mild surprise before gasping dramatically and clutching at his chest, "my best friends...all this time and it seems all of my best friends prefer Remus over me?"

"Sorry mate," Remus laughed, clapping a hand on Sirius shoulder. 

He waved him away, "it's alright there Moony, I would probably choose you too."

"I was only teasing anyway Sirius," he promised. 

Lily managed to reign the boys in again, one more walk down the aisle with the correct partners, as she so explained, already walking to her place at the end of the pews. She had on a short white dress with a lace overlay that made her look like something out of a magazine. The absolute picture of beauty with her long ginger hair and bright green eyes. You were almost envious as you watched the way James watched his soon to be bride smiling at him from the other side of the small church. But then you moved your gaze down the row of gathered groomsmen, not having to go very far to find Sirius stood beside James, watching you the same way his best friend watched Lily. 

You held his gaze the whole way down the aisle and you thought that your resolution not to let him back into your life would be all for naught. You'd be surprised if he didn't come home with you tonight. 

"I heard he's been out recently," Dorcas whispered, disrupting your dreamlike fantasy and you turned your head, drowning out Lily and James rehearsal vows so that you could hear your friend's gossip better. 

"Who with?"

"I didn't get specifics, Marlene knows though. She's the one that told me." She replied.

"Yeah well, she's the one he was out with last time." You replied. 

"You act like it doesn't bother you." 

You shrugged at the suggestion, "I've been out to."

When you turned back, in time to follow the fake married couple down the aisle, Sirius was extending his arm and staring at you with mild interest. The sort that said he wanted to know what it was you were talking about because of course he had noticed you talking to Dorcas. You only offered a smile though, letting him lead the both of you down to the back of the church where Lily was slipping her feet out of her heels. 

"These blasted shoes, I tried to charm them to be comfortable and it's just been rubbish." She complained, bending to pick them up.

"Ask Mary, she's good at all those nonsensical charms," you offered, ignoring the look Sirius was still giving you. He was standing so close he was hovering and when you continued to ignore him in favor of saying goodbye to Peter and Dorcas, he pinched at your sides. "Would you stop it?"

"Would you pay attention to me?" 

"I pay plenty of attention to you, if I paid you anymore I would go broke," you huffed, turning to look at him. The pinching stopped and he placed his hands on your waist instead, keeping you close enough that he could whisper and no one would overhear the conversation. 

"What did Dorcas say?"

"About what?"

"About...you know what." He replied.

"Ah," you smiled, "about you sleeping around?"

"I'm not sleeping around! Is that what she said? A date or two but not sleeping around, god." He huffed, seeming personally offended by Dorcas' comment.

"Oh stop, I told her it wasn't a bother to me." You replied, "besides, I imagine I know where you'll be sleeping tonight." 

Sirius grinned, "is that an invitation?" 

You nodded, looking over his shoulder to the front of the church, already decorated for the wedding tomorrow morning. "Maybe we should get married?"

"Would you like that?" He asked, pinching at your side once more.

"Stop it!" You laughed and swatted away his hands, "and to answer your question, I wouldn't mind it one bit. Though I'm opposed to taking your last name only, perhaps a hyphen?" 

"Oh god, how about I take yours instead?" He suggested, "forget Black altogether."

You nodded, "we could have our own little flat?"

"Go on lots of holidays." He replied. 

"Oh but I'd feel awful leaving Remus alone in your old place," you pointed out, envisioning a very sad Remus home alone. 

"I really wouldn't mind," the actual one cut in, having overheard his name in the conversation. 

"Nonsense Moony, they could move into ours."

"I don't actually like your flat though Sirius," you replied.

"How could you not like it?"

"Are you three coming?" James called, looking over at your small party. "We're heading out for drinks."

Sirius took your hand, "we shall discuss the logistics later," he promised, pulling you toward the exit of the church where Remus had already joined James and Lily. 

"I look forward to it."

[mercymermaid]

mouthwashing hcs but it's all just daisuke because he's my favorite

- has an account for basically every social media you can think of, and posts regularly on the tulpar's questionable wifi

- ^ regarding this, quotes completely random brainrot phrases or old vines or just god knows what, specifically to swansea just to piss him off (he eventually gets anya to join in, she's not some innocent unicorn this girl knows)

- has beads on his boot laces

- wears all types of bracelets; he snuck a good chunk of them onto the ship, and matches them to his hawaiian shirt of the day (specifically made sure that his nails coordinated with all the shirts he packed), along with endless funky earrings

- anya lets him experiment with designs on her nails and practice braiding her hair, he lets her try short styles on his hair and practice makeup, it's become their mutual 'talk it out' time; if anya ever tells him about juul pod, it's during a hang out session

- gets super competitive against anya at game nights, will eat game pieces (win no matter what mentality) and get yelled at by anya

- him and anya are ao3 twins; what they write and discuss is taken to their graves

- sings in the shower. really loudly. like 'swansea threatens to replace the water with emergency foam' loud. he eats it up though this man is in the middle of his world tour nobody's stopping him

- genuinely really looks up to swansea, sees his personality as grumpy-grandpa-with-mystic-backstory-esque, and is enamored with his engineering skills

- tries really, REALLY hard to succeed, and takes pride in his 'useless ray of sunshine' persona because at least he matters somewhat despite his failures

- is the type to fall asleep in a completely normal position and wake up with his pillow on the ceiling, time wound back three years, and completely out of it. as he shares a room with swansea, this is very unappreciated.

- pretends to like the pony express cake because swansea does, secretly despises it (big sweet tooth and the cake is an offense)

- ^ regarding this, steals sweeteners once he figures out the code on the daily, and shares them with anya during their hangouts

- terrible sleep schedule that only worsened once they made it into space

- can't sleep without a nightlight; swansea was really annoyed about it at first, but on the first night when daisuke kept tossing and turning on the verge of tears because everything was unfamiliar and dark and loud and scary, gave in, let the kid plug in his teeny little cat lamp, and put on an eye mask

- warrior cats kid, without a doubt, and has professionally dabbled in wings of fire and harry potter

- chronic doodler, can and will spend hours daydreaming and drawing god knows what, and he's good at it too

- subscribed to about twenty thousand webcomics across too many platforms and websites, keeps up with them all religiously, gets anya into a few

- stuffed animal hoarder, could only bring one on board and it's a little golden retriever plush from his favorite high school teacher, to inspire him and motivate him to fight the haters

- the most eclectic music taste known to humanity but they're all certified bangers

- cracks his joints like a 9-5 job, can only be beat by swansea and curly

- had a grand vision for how to decorate his room on the tulpar, dreams were crushed when it was stated that he couldn't

- back on earth; would change his phone case to match his outfit, jewelry galore, plan fits before each week, had a whole hour-long skin routine that meant he had to wake up at 4am for school, the whole shabang

- minecraft builder, exclusively in creative

- really strong sense in color theory and design, should've gone into graphic design instead of spaceship engineering internship

[alarrytale]

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yikes. you should try to get to know Louis.

he was always an oasis/green day guy, into indie brit rock.

not surprised a larrie is looking down at him, but still. the way you people think so little of him, as if his taste and choices dont matter unless they're exactly like harry.

I just need to understand. Do you think Louis have chosen this indie kind of music style to support his laddy image?

I very much think it’s actually the music style Louis likes and he’s finally confident and free enough to make the music he really wants? It’s not a secret to anyone that he wasn’t a big fan of the first 1D albums and he did what he could to get their music in another direction.

Yes the music style goes well with his laddy bro image, but I doubt that he chose the music style because of that.

Hello, anon (yes, these two asks are from the same anon)

First of all, "he was always a oasis/green day guy" is simply not true and i'm pretty tired of this attempt at rewriting history. If you go back and actually look at the evidence and what Louis has said himself you will see that.

Jay said that Louis was obsessed with S club 7 from a young age. On Louis' own bebo account he had a list of his favourite artists and bands. Do you remember which one's he mentioned? I do. He was in a band the Rogue which did covers of hit songs. Do you know which songs they performed? Songs like I got a feeling by the Black eyes peas. Louis is also into musicals, he played Danny in Grease and has mentioned that his favourite movie is Grease and his favourite song from Grease is Hopelessly devoted to you. He's got a tattoo of a Nickleback song, he and H went to the same the Script concert. His guilty pleasure music is Abba. He covered Look after you by the Fray and didn’t sing anything Oasis, britpop or indie at his xft auditions.

He has mentioned being a Green day fan, but there is zero evidence from 1991-2020 (ish) that Louis has ever been into britpop. I can buy that he was a casual fan (like 99% of the british population in the 90's.). But this "Oasis is my inspiration, i've always been a massive fan" thing? That's a narrative they've created recently, to match his change in image and sound. He's never had an Oasis poster in his bedroom, or worn an Oasis t-shirt. He's never been to an Oasis concert. He was 4 years old when Wonderwall came out. I honestly think he's more of a 00's music kid than 90's, because that's what all the evidence suggests.

I think that Louis and his team felt he needed to find himself as an artist and find his sound. Who is Louis Tomlinson the artist? The pop world is hard to compete in, and i think he gave up trying to make it in that genre (with that note he posted about redefining what success means to him). He also needs to appear straight and like a lad that's into women, and he's northern, so his label probably suggested that he'd lean into his northern, common lad, chavvy style roots and northern common lad music. They probably suggested he'd go back to the 90's glory days of northern, common lad music and replicate that. It's something he is able to do, it doesn’t feel foreign to him and like pretending, and i don't think he dislikes the music.

I think Louis music style is still very much pop, with elements of indie, punk rock and alt. Music. But it's still too pop to be classified as something else. Matt Vines can say that Louis is indie and has always been indie with his full chest. That won't ever make it true. You can’t rewrite history.

[sweetandsalteddramione]

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[anne-chloe]

Underground | X |

Jareth/Goblin King x F!Reader

Summary: Jareth leaves you with a difficult choice to make.

With your hand gently placed with Jareth's gloved one, he guided you through the quiet corridors of the castle to an unknown destination. The promise of food made your stomach rumble louder, and still you found yourself rooted with embarrassment.

Jareth didn't say or poke any fun at you—he only glanced over his shoulder and gave an adoring smile, one that caused butterflies in your stomach. You wanted to avoid his gaze, but you couldn't help sneak subtle glances at him as he guided you along.

Then, a large banquet hall opened up. You stared in amazement at the grand assortment of food, served buffet style on a series of tables. Jareth released your hand, and you hurried yourself to the table while trying not to drool at the delicious smells.

There were various cheeses, crackers, fruits, baked goods, dips, salads... you didn't bother picking up a plate as you plucked a bread roll from the table. You coated the inside with butter and began adding smoked ham and cheese. As you sunk your teeth into the food, you found yourself moaning in bliss as your hunger started to become satisfied.

Jareth joined your side again. You ignored him for the most part, but you couldn't help notice the way he chose his meal carefully. He reached out and plucked a vine of grapes from the table, then delicately dropped them one-by-one into his mouth. Every movement was truly befitting of a King, which you had to remind yourself quickly. He had power here, and if you weren't careful then he could easily turn that power against you. That meant you needed to watch your tongue; no more outbursts that could affect yourself or Harry.

15 minutes passed with you finishing your roll and indulging in little bits of the food provided. You tried small squares of cheeses, fruit and crackers. When you were finally full, you stepped away from the table and frowned at the large quantity that remained. What would happen to the rest of it? Would it be discarded?

"Why do you fret, my precious dear?" Jareth asked, swooping in and recognising your emotions faster than you could realise. His hands grasped yours, and he spun you around so you were tucked in his embrace. Pressed against his chest, you listened to the beating rhythm of his heart, and within it you found a slither of comfort. "Was the food not to your standards?"

"The food was perfect," you countered quickly. His embrace relaxed, and you had the idea to pull away before he could trap you again. Instead, you remained in his arms, savouring the moment for whatever odd reason. "It's just..."

Jareth hummed as your sentence faded. His fingers began stroking through your hair. Your eyes fluttered shut at the sensation.

"What will happen to the leftovers? Surely they won't be thrown away?"

You felt embarrassed again as a humoured rumble vibrated through his chest. You opened your eyes again and tilted your head, so you could look Jareth in the eye as he spoke. He was already gazing down at you, with that same expression of adoration.

"They'll be fed to the goblins," Jareth assured with a sincere smile, though the teasing undertones didn't go unnoticed. "Food is not wasted in my castle."

That was certainly a relief. You couldn't imagine that Jareth would willingly waste good food, but those with riches and power were always full of surprises. They were far too relaxed about the poverish behaviours of their subjects, not knowing the extent of an empty stomach and the worry of where another meal would come from. You'd witnessed the obliviousness of those with money beyond their spending grasp, unknowing of their own capabilities and wealth. They knew many envied to be in their position, but they deemed it for all the wrong reasons.

Was Jareth truly the bad guy that you had believed him to be?

You were far too focused on your thoughts to realise that Jareth had somehow taken you back to the throne room. He settled down on his throne with you still embraced in his arms, your head against his chest. There was only a slight hum of noise from the goblins, but even that went unnoticed to you.

You were disturbed a few hours later. You opened your eyes and blinked in disbelief, horrified that you had fallen asleep in Jareth's arms. You sat up, and Jareth dropped the arm that was carefully circled around your waist, holding you close to stop you from rolling off his lap. You blinked at him with a red hue rising to your cheeks, and you instinctively looked away and at the goblins, who were minding their own business in the pit.

You murmured a quiet 'thanks' to Jareth as you slid from his lap, placing yourself awkwardly at the steps of his throne. Jareth frowned at your instinct to create distance, but he didn't voice his disappointment. Instead, he held up a crystal ball in front of your face. You zoned in on the ball, a gasp leaving your throat as you saw a goblin yelling and shouting from the inside, waving its fist around manically.

You fully turned around to look at Jareth. "Oh—I was supposed to ask you to release him, but I must have forgotten."

Jareth's eyes were sparkling with humour, his smile wide and light. "He fell out of your pocket while you were sleeping," he mused in a teasing manner, enjoying the way you shuffled in embarrassment. To him, it was cute. "It's a good thing the ball didn't smash, or else I'd have lost one of my goblins."

Then, Jareth waved his hand around and the goblin reappeared in the pit. He continued to ramble in a high pitched voice, his foot stomping in tantrum before he bowed to the King and stormed out of the throne room. You felt guilty that he had been left inside your pocket for a while—he must have been extremely irritated that you'd forgotten about him. Had it not been for Jareth discovering him, he'd still be inside your pocket.

"I'm sorry," you said quietly, staring at the space where the goblin had reappeared.

"What ever for?" Jareth asked, sounded extremely confused. He slipped from his throne and sat himself next to you, his gloved hand reaching out and capturing your own. He gave a gentle squeeze, and you couldn't help the small twitch of your lips that threatened to smile.

"For trapping your goblin," you explained, looking up at him with worry. Wasn't Jareth angry at you for basically kidnapping his subject? He must hold some resentment that you were able to capture a goblin so easily. It was a goblin put in place to prevent you from getting to the castle, and yet you secured him and slipped through with ease—not forgetting the fact that the goblins inside the walls charged at you with kitchen items.

Jareth snickered at your guilt, finding it highly amusing. "It's his own fault for getting caught," he assured you with that devious smile of his. "I'm impressed that you figured out how to do something so extraordinary with my crystal ball to begin with."

You smiled shyly at him and ducked your gaze away. "I didn't even realise it could do that—I just threw the crystal at him and hoped it would be enough of a distraction to steal his weapon."

"His weapon?" You felt Jareth move closer. "Were you going to beat him with it?"

You shook your head. "No, I was just going to threaten him with it!" You summoned the courage to look at Jareth again, who was now staring deeply into your eyes. Your breath hitched for a moment; the closeness had startled you, and the position felt rather intimate, just like how you had fallen asleep on him.

This entire conversation felt so incredibly natural to you. You felt a tinge of resentment beforehand, knowing this he had sought a loophole in your deal and took advantage of that, but that was almost disappearing with the kindness in his gaze. The way he held your hand made you feel calm, comforted; it was a feeling that you had grown accustomed to whilst around Harry.

"What a clever girl you are," Jareth praised sincerely.

Yet, could you ever return this feeling for Harry again? After betraying you so easily, so willingly, and going to great lengths to try and hide it... you found a way to hurt him tenfold, and that had somewhat backfired on you. But, you were starting to believe it would work out in your favour. If Harry couldn't complete the labyrinth, he would never see you again. You'd be turned into a goblin and you'd serve under Jareth's rule forever. You'd lose your human memories, so there wouldn't be any pain left to suffer with. Harry's infidelity wouldn't exist.

Then there was the thought that Harry might very well make it through the labyrinth, just as you had. If he did, you'd both return to your lives again. Harry would want to work things out, but could you do the same?

Did you want to do the same?

In Jareth's free hand, he played casually with another crystal ball. It twirled between his fingers, and you couldn't help but watch, entranced by his expertise. He noticed your staring, and he held the crystal ball still so you could peer into it, where Harry was displayed finally breaking free from the oubliette.

"Has he been stuck down there the entire time I was asleep?" You asked curiously, wincing as Harry stumbled over abandoned objects in the dark. You briefly wondered if Jareth would have offered a pitied amount of help, or if he'd have made Harry's escape difficult.

Jareth hummed, his eyes never leaving your face. "Yes. Your fiancé isn't very smart," he said curtly, "he'd still be very much stuck if I hadn't have sent one of my goblins down to give him clues. He's the most boring runner I've ever had the displeasure of meeting."

Ah, so Jareth did help him eventually. Not that Harry would be grateful if he knew that Jareth was giving him pointers—if he was aware of the help, he'd probably reject it completely. Harry had always been stubborn in that sense, especially when he felt threatened. And he had every reason to feel threatened by Jareth.

"Ex," you mumbled in correction, now tearing your eyes from the crystal ball to meet with Jareth's mismatched ones. One pupil was bigger than the other, and while that would have been a scary feature to have, you found yourself believing that it suited the Goblin King very well. "I won't marry him after he cheated like that."

Jareth nodded, lowering the crystal ball and making it vanish, so his free hand could now grasp your other hand at your side. He gently guided you to face him, and you let him.

"You deserve much more," Jareth declared, his voice fierce and meaningful. His eyes were ablaze with emotion, and the glitter only added to his disposition. "That human man cannot give you what you desire."

You felt dizzy with his words. Captured by whatever he meant. This felt oddly as though you were speaking with your inner conscious. You knew he was right, Harry couldn't give you what you desired anymore. Love and loyalty. He'd willingly given himself away and disrespected you entirely. You didn't deserve that. Nobody deserved that.

"My precious dear," Jareth swooned, his fingers gently tracing your jaw up to your ear. He cupped your face in adoration. "I can give you whatever you desire. You need not to beg for my love and attention. I am yours entirely. If the stars are what you crave, I will gift them to you."

You felt yourself fluster at his confession.

You felt almost trapped again. The romance behind it all was overwhelming, and yet your heart fluttered in delight. None of your childish relationships could compare, and neither could the partnership with Harry. This is exactly what you wanted, but could you really submit yourself to this lifestyle? To live under the rule of the Goblin King and relinquish your freedom?

What would that mean for your old life? Your friendships and your career? Your family that you would be leaving behind?

Could you really do that to them?

"I..."

Jareth waited patiently for your answer, listening intensely to every breath of air you took. "You need not answer now, we still have 4 hours until the time runs out." He seemed reluctant to let go of your hand, and his touch lingered as he stepped away, his smile confident yet longing. Longing to remain by your side. Confident that you would give yourself entirely to him.

Then, with a click of his fingers, he vanished in a mist of white smoke.

And you were left to weigh out your decision.

[d-criss-news]

Napa winery offers Broadway star Darren Criss fertile setting for intimate outdoor concert

[UHQ] Broadway star Darren Criss performs at Napa’s Carneros Resort and Spa as part of the Broadway and Vine series on Friday, July 28. (Photo by Bob McClenahan)

Broadway star and “Glee” actor Darren Criss is the latest star to make a compelling case for staging more musical theater events outdoors.

Performing against a backdrop of pink skies and rolling vineyards on Friday, July 28, the San Francisco native and Emmy-winning actor was exceptionally charismatic as he tackled classic show tunes and covered a dizzying array of artists. “Welcome to my wedding,” he joked upon taking the small outdoor stage facing several hundred folding chairs. From there, he was off, serving as a one-man jukebox as his selections veered from British alt-rockers Keane to singer-songwriter royalty Carole King. Between sets, Criss peppered in stories from his strange journey to stardom.

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The intimate outdoor concert provided a perfect opportunity for Criss, best known for the five seasons he spent playing Blaine Anderson on the popular Fox series “Glee,” to formulate a set list that doubled as an autobiography of sorts. At one point, he introduced a cover of “The Luckiest” by Ben Folds by explaining that he’d originally intended for it to be his character’s last song on “Glee.” It’s hard to say Criss made the wrong choice, given the original number he ultimately wrote (“This Time”) would earn him an Emmy nomination in 2015. But his take on Folds’ lovelorn ballad, played at the piano, was a breathtaking glimpse into what might have been.

Later, he dusted off  “To Have a Home,” which a small subset of the audience may have recognized as one of the songs Criss penned for a Harry Potter parody musical he made with friends back in 2009. It was a gesture of appreciation to an audience built from many factions of fandoms. By the end of the night, Criss had done an admirable job of catering to as many of them as possible. 

Alternating between piano and guitar, he managed to imbue every note with a lively joy, be it a take on Tom Petty, his version of “Grease” torch song “Hopelessly Devoted to You,” or his spot-on Kermit the Frog impression. He even invited fans to make requests of songs his character did on “Glee,” which he then compiled into an improvised medley for his encore.

But the moment that best encapsulated the evening was watching Criss belt a faithful rendition of “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” as real birds flew past him and merrily chirped away into a backdrop of the Napa Valley sunset. 

And yet, there was another highlight that may have topped it all, this one in the form of an unexpected guest.

As part of the series, each Broadway and Vine show typically includes a duet or group performance where local students are given a chance to sing alongside their idols. On Friday night, Criss welcomed Amarech Mendez, a 17-year-old student at Burlingame’s Mercy High School, to cover Bob Dylan’s “Make You Feel My Love.”

Arranged in the style of pop singer Adele’s recent rendition, the presence of Mendez was clearly no favor but a well-earned honor as she belted out her parts with impressive conviction. It was a moment that instantly reminded Susana Gonzalez, 57, of the time her own daughter, Diana, now a student at Stanford, was invited to sing a duet with musical theater star Shoshana Bean in 2021 as part of the Broadway and Vine series’ first season.

“This is a real gift,” Gonzalez said. “Jacob is an ambassador, not only to the community but to the kids. It allows them to dream and think about the fact that they can do anything. I mean, where else do you get a performer singing ‘Somewhere Over the Rainbow’ and get actual birds?”

Nic Meerholz, 40, of Napa, was also impressed with the show, which should be welcome news to Criss, who saw Meerholz’s hand go up twice early in the evening when he asked if anyone in attendance “didn’t give an eff about musical theater” and was “dragged here by their partner and has no idea what’s happening.”

Criss thanked Meerholz for his honesty and dedicated the rest of the show to making a convert of the man. 

At the conclusion of Criss’ 16-song set, Meerholz confirmed the artist accomplished his mission.

“I came into the show not knowing anything about musicals or Broadway and it was just absolutely fantastic,” he said, “ I didn’t even know who Darren was. I’ve never watched ‘Glee.’  Nothing. Magical! It was just a magical evening.”