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dangmelearner · 3 months ago
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hialɔ - witch
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willsolace-loml · 5 months ago
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marauders as things my friends and i have said pt2
james: i headcanon u as bisexual
remus: wut????? how did u guess my canon, it hasnt been stated yet???
pandora: raccoons are almost cats!
marlene: *talking abt the quidditch uniform* if i wear that ur going to see my entire coochie
sirius: peter is the king of the water fairies
prefect remus: *to lockheart* hey willy wonka! schools started, get the hell to class!
sirius: *whispering* oral sex
peter: i shall not be getting involved in controversial business
mary: preach brother
mary: *over text* im in london being a slut and a god
lily & mary: *lights off, looking into a mirror, with a candle* slut, slut, slut, slut, slut, slut
barty: *walks through the door*
sirius: ITS HERE!
peter: *humming titanium in class*
minnie: pls stop humming and singing and other things that make u sound happy
lily: *talking abt muggle churches* for instance, i could be presbyterian-
sirius: ur vegetarian??
remus: *jewish* do those ones like jesus or no??
sirius: *walking by the slytherins table* hey sigmas
lily: *walking up behind mary, low voice* hey little mama, where my hug at?
enjoy!!!!!!!
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painedpen · 11 months ago
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I saw a tiktok about Ron yelling at Hermione and embarrassing her in public (he would never), and Draco punching him in the face and I am so. Tired.
Like. We’ve already established that once Ron is committed to his relationship with Hermione, he’s peak husband material. He’s lovely. Househusband extraordinaire. But the idea of Draco Malfoy beating him up???
I like Draco as much as the next person, but we need to acknowledge that he’s a lil bitch. Every time he pisses someone off, he eats shit. Ron beats that twink into the ground on the regular. Come on people, let’s be real.
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squibstress · 1 year ago
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HP Rec Fest - December 5
@hprecfest
Theme: A non-AO3 fic
Dark Nights
Pairing: Albus/Minerva
Creator: Morgan72uk
Rating: M/R
Word Count: 8,955
Summary:
The first war is over, but the shadows remain. What really happened between McGonagall and Dumbledore during the trials of the Death Eaters?
Why You Should Check It Out:
This story shows us an Albus Dumbledore that we don't often see: a man unsure of not just the correctness, but of the morality of his actions. The story is set during the trials immediately after the first Voldemort war, and we see Albus confronting the ugly pragmatism that emerges in wartime and its aftermath through Minerva's tender, practical, and ultimately unsure eyes as she offers him (and herself) a kind of comfort she's not sure is really right.
The Thing About Travelling
Pairing: Hermione/Minerva
Creator: anonymous
Rating: T/PG-13
Word Count: 7,900
Summary:
Minerva McGonagall goes on a journey.
Why You Should Check It Out:
This story is full of fabulous characterizations with surprising bits of insight, enough description of foreign (to me) climes and locales without making it feel like a travelogue, and a slow buildup to an ending that you suspect is coming, but can't be quite sure of, and that is totally satisfying either way.
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geekgyrl · 3 months ago
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Maggie Smith 1934-2024 Rest in Peace #maggiesmith #rip
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goodomensandbadpress · 2 years ago
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I've written so much today (yay!) mostly The Prank, which somehow led to Hope Lupin who has been an Absolute darling and a) is a hard working farmers daughter who will get through will elbow grease and willpower and b) Don't talk to McGonagal about your perm she doesn't know what that means and at this point she's too afraid to ask
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marauders-bs · 2 months ago
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It's that Potter-Black thing
"Hol-y shit," Marlene said, stifling a laugh. "You really are your father's son, aren't you?"
"Don't make fun of the kid, Mar," Sirius said, nudging her ghostly arm with his.
"But he's in love with a Slytherin boy, Sirius. Your nephew."
"Fleamont, James, Harry," Lily said, ticking the names off on her finger. "Alphard, Reg, this Draco boy. The Potters and their Black boys, I guess."
Harry looked around. The ghost of his parents and their friends had shown up not long after his fifteenth birthday and had never left. Now he was sixteen, and Sirius had joined them.
"Wait," Harry said, Lily's words sinking in. "You were in love with Regulus?"
James put his head in his hands as the others laughed. "Ask McGonagal about us at some point, Haz," Dorcas said, a slight smile on her face. "Madam Pompfrey, too. I'm sure you'll get some great stories.'
"Especially Remus," Mary said.
"That fourth-year transition when he got so hot?"
"Ew, Marlene, don't be straight."
Harry smiled a little as his parents' friends laughed and joked together. Sure, they were all dead, and he was a little over five years away from being older than some of them, but that was okay.
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marvel-snape-writes · 13 days ago
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hey i’m absolutely loving the snape oneshots, haven’t read him in a while and im in love again 🤭 anyhow would i be able to request a fluffy smut perhaps there’s been a couple of dates and this is their first time just like wine and lounging around and 😏
😭 thanks x
Was That a Smile, Severus?
Severus Snape x original female character smut
6.7k+ words 18+
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The Great Hall was packed with students and teachers all gathered together for the Christmas feast, and the chatter within the room from both was beginning to merge together in one big mist of volume. Professor Snape exhaled slowly as he pushed around the food that was left on his plate, unsure of how much longer he could take the small talk or noise. It wasn't a secret that Severus wasn't exactly the most festive person in the world.
He heard the scraping of the legs from the chair at the side of him but paid it no mind, his eyes still lazily watching himself pushing his food about his plate.
“I don't know about you, but I'm really not fond of attending the party tonight.” A new, familiar voice spoke beside him.
“It would appear you are not alone in that.” Severus spoke without even turning to face her, almost frozen in his seat as his heartbeat sped up briefly.
“Not a massive fan of Christmas parties?” She asked, leaning a little closer to him.
“Not in the slightest.” Severus spoke emotionlessly, leaning back in his chair as his eyes remained fixed on the countless tables of students in front of them.
“Me neither, really.” The female professor shook her head, “If only the venue could be one of the pubs in Hogsmeade; we could just hide around the corner again and have the night to ourselves.”
“That sounds much more appealing.” Severus exhaled slowly, finally glancing over at her as his heart fluttered momentarily from the memory.
She crinkled her nose and brushed her hand over the back of his as she stood up, leaving him in his own thoughts as he watched her walking away. He didn't take his eyes off her until she was out of view, almost convinced that she had only paid him a brief visit to ensure that he would be thinking about her for the rest of the night.
The Christmas ball was more of a Christmas bore to Severus; never having or — previously — wanting to have a partner to dance with. He toyed with the idea of asking her to dance with him, given the success of their first two meetings and that last kiss… Oh, that kiss…
He stood to the side with Professor McGonagal and Professor Dumbledore, politely holding a hand up and shaking his head when they gestured for him to join them upon the dance floor. He never wanted to dance, but she caught his eye from the other side of the room. He had held her hand, sure, even hugged her, but that didn't stop him wondering how it would feel to hold her. Really hold her. Regardless of whether they were alone or in front of the whole school. People were dancing, singing, and chatting around him, but he paid none of it any mind; only she mattered. He scowled briefly when he saw another male Professor approach her and motion toward the dance floor, but his scowl quickly turned into a schoolboy smile when he watched her dismiss his offer. His entire body filled with warmth and he exhaled softly, his eyes not coming off her for even a moment.
“Was that a smile, Severus?” Professor Dumbledore’s voice spoke from the side of him.
Severus was shook out of his trance briefly and he blinked hard, turning to face Dumbledore with squinted eyes as a result of being caught off guard whilst admiring her from across the room.
“Was it?” There was a hint of playfulness in Dumbledore’s voice, “I think it was.”
“If it was, would it matter if I absent myself from… here?” Severus asked lowly, raising his eyebrows in hope.
“You do not need my permission to go as you please, Severus,” Dumbledore narrowed his eyebrows, “It’s Christmas.”
“Thank you, Professor.” Severus nodded politely, a smile forming on his lips from the kindness of Dumbledore’s before turning away.
His eyes found her immediately and he began to make his way across the room, avoiding the dancing people around him and walking toward her. The look on her face as he approached her filled his chest with warmth and he smiled nervously, taking a subtle breath.
“Bored yet?” She asked, raising her eyebrows playfully.
“Tremendously,” Severus sighed dramatically, looking either side of him before speaking again, “I was wondering, Miss Eleanor, if you would care to take a walk with me… outside in the grounds. Be my saving grace.”
“It would be my pleasure.” Eleanor crinkled her nose, smiling.
Severus pondered saying how grateful he was for now having the most beautiful excuse to escape how uncomfortable those events made him, but nerves were beginning to climb him again as he walked them both to the door. They glanced at each other several times once they were through the crowd of people and Severus found the smile on his face becoming more of a permanent fixture.
“Thank you for giving me an excuse to get out of there.” Eleanor half laughed.
“Not at all,” Severus cleared his throat, holding the door open for her to lead them both outside, “I was going to say the same to you, actually.”
“Where shall we go?” She looked up at him.
“Anywhere,” Severus shrugged, then suddenly backtracking, “Within reason, of course.”
“Meaning?” Eleanor squinted her eyes, still looking at him as they walked into the cold.
“Away from… prying eyes.” Severus looked around subtly but cautiously.
“Oh, Severus…” Eleanor rolled her eyes playfully and hooked her arm around his as they walked.
“H—Hm?” Severus raised his eyebrows, forcing his body to unstiffen and act natural once their arms were linked.
She shook her head and giggled to herself, squeezing his arm.
They didn't have a specific route or destination in mind, they just went wherever their feet took them. Moreover, it wasn't that Severus wasn't interested in what she had to say, or in making conversation himself, but more that he couldn't stop thinking about the last time they saw each other and the kiss they shared. He could have sworn he felt the ice around his heart melt the moment their lips touched. He longed for more, that in itself even shocking himself, but he daren't push his luck — not when she was becoming something he didn't want to mess up.
Eleanor’s hands gently massaged his bicep as they continued to walk, half in comfortable silence, half in small talk conversation; the one thing Severus was terribly bad at.
“You looked very pretty tonight.” Severus dared himself to say, often only remembering when it was too late that he quite often lacked in paying complements.
“Looked?” Eleanor gazed up at him, trying not to laugh.
“…yes?” Severus felt his breathing change in fear of having said something wrong, “Is that such a bad thing to say?”
“Well, what do I look like now?” Eleanor raised her eyebrows, now biting her lip as she fought off a laugh from his innocently confused expression.
“I’m sorry?” Severus tilted his head.
“Well, you said I looked very pretty tonight…” She gave his arm another gentle squeeze.
“Yes?” Severus nodded slowly, “You did.”
“Did?” She pursed her lips.
“Oh,” Severus’ eyes widened, “My apologies,” He felt his cheeks turn bright red, “You look beautiful.”
“Thank you,” She crinkled her nose at his embarrassed face as she looked up at him, “Don't apologise, it was funny.”
“It wasn't meant to be funny, it was meant to be—” Severus protested softly before Eleanor cut him off:
“Severus.” She stopped them as they reached one of the stone archways.
“Yes—”
She leaned up to kiss him, and there it was again; that feeling inside when her lips touched his. His hands instinctively cupped her face and he tilted his head, taking a shaky breath against her lips. He felt her smile against him and place her hands against his chest, nudging her nose against his.
“Mm, hi.” She whispered against his lips, pausing briefly.
“Hi.” Severus let out a bashful schoolboy chuckle against her lips as he felt her take his hands and place them upon her hips, leaning up on her tiptoes to kiss him again.
“This is already better than half the dancing in there.” She giggled, her hands now back against his chest again.
“Only half?” Severus arched a brow with a playful smile.
“Well, I didn't see you offering.” She winked, pushing him gently.
“Nor will you ever.” Severus chuckled, leaning down to peck her lips again.
“Oh, charming.” She responded with a teasingly offended expression.
“Wait, no, I didn't mea—”
“Shut up and kiss me, you fool,” Eleanor laughed, sliding her hands up to his shoulders as she leaned up on her tiptoes to press their lips back together.
Severus let out a shaky breath against her lips and advanced forward slightly, pushing her back against the stone archway. Eleanor squeezed his shoulders gently and then moved her hands up into his hair, playing with it as the kiss deepened. As stated previously, they had shared a kiss before, but not one like this. Even in its innocent, barely wandering hands state, this kiss was already more than the couple they had shared as they last bid each other goodnight.
“Would you like to come back to mine?” Confidence suddenly swelled in him.
“But, Severus,” She spoke in between kissing him again, “What if people see us both disappearing together?”
“I take full responsibility for the consequences.” Severus responded, grinning when he felt her gasp against his lips.
“Well, in that case, how could a girl refuse?” Eleanor crinkled her nose as the kiss broke, gazing up into his eyes.
Severus glanced over his shoulder to make sure the grounds were still clear before turning back to Eleanor and gesturing for her to walk with him again. Although Severus chose the most secluded route back to his chamber, he secretly longed for the day he would proudly walk through the crowds of Hogwarts arm in arm with her, showing her off for all to see.
“Take a seat,” Severus gestured to the sofa in the middle of the room and flicked his wand toward the open fire in front of it, setting the logs alight, “Make yourself comfortable.”
“Thank you,” Eleanor crinkled her nose, sitting down and enjoying the warmth from the fire.
Severus’ heart was beating subtly but hard; he had never been with her in such a one-on-one setting. He was already worried about fumbling over his words, or getting ahead of himself — though, he would be the first to admit that it would be much more likely that he would completely miss any of her signals initiating anything more than a kiss.
The truth was that he had gone over this moment several times in his head, even down to the wine he was currently pouring into two glasses upon the counter.
“I really appreciated the way you turned the other Professor down when he asked you to dance…” He carefully carried the glasses over to the sofa, placing them both on the table in front of it.
“Oh, really?” Eleanor smiled softly, watching him, “Did I make it too obvious that my only interest and intentions lay with you?” She giggled.
“N-Not at all,” Severus shook his head, handing her, her glass, “It was just nice for you to… accompany me for a walk.”
“A walk in the grounds and wine?” Eleanor gazed up at him with a playful expression, “Who knew Severus Snape had it in him…”
“Do not take it for granted.” Severus attempted to flirt back, joining her on the sofa.
“To tell you the truth, Severus, I don’t take any of the time with you for granted.” She smiled softly, sipping at her glass of wine.
“R-Really?” Severus felt himself blushing, lifting his wine glass to his lips to try and cover it up.
“I think you know I do.” She spoke softly, placing one of her hands upon his knee.
“Well, I… enjoy spending time… with you, too.” Severus felt both like he wanted the ground to swallow him up from confessing this and relieved at the same time.
Eleanor didn't respond verbally straight away, just gently rubbed his knee with her hand. Severus exhaled as he swallowed the mouthful of wine and rested the glass against his thigh, looking toward the flickering fire as he tried not to focus too much on the feeling of her hand against him.
“Everything alright?” Eleanor asked as Severus lifted the glass back to his lips again.
“Yes, yes, sorry, I…” He swallowed hard, “I don't think I have ever admitted that before. Well, not to the extent of how I mean it… towards you.”
“Hey, look at me,” Eleanor reached out with one of her hands and cupped his cheek in it, turning his head toward her, “I know.”
“It's not very hard to see that Christmas isn’t a time you’re used to celebrating.” She gently caressed her thumb against his cheek.
“No,” Severus sighed, shaking his head, “I’ve never really had a reason to.”
“Not yet.” She grinned, gently clinking her wine glass against his.
Severus’ gaze fell to their glasses and then to her lips, finding himself smiling again.
“For people to say you dress like an overgrown bat, you certainly have a very cozy chamber.” She changed the conversation, not wanting him to become uncomfortable.
“People say that?” Severus asked in a tone that she had never heard before.
“Well, I just remind them that it's what's underneath the clothes that really matters.” She shrugged, smiling sweetly in fear of her previous complement of his chamber backfiring.
“Hm?” Severus leaned back into the sofa, “Well, if that’s the case, the mind boggles at what's under yours.”
“Professor Snape!” She scoffed playfully, “Is this you trying to flirt?” She moved slightly closer to him and spoke in a tone as if afraid they would be overheard, “Because, keep plying me with wine, and you might just find out.”
“O-Oh, no, please don't think that is what I meant o-or—” He swallowed hard, widening his eyes, “Or the reason for the wine, I just…”
“You know, you’re making me wonder whether I enjoy kissing you because I want to,” She placed her wine glass down, “Or whether to just shut you up.”
“Either suits me,” Severus spoke lowly, their eyes meeting as their heads turned to face one another properly.
Within a matter of seconds their lips pressed against each other again and Severus’ body froze from the pure want of it. He kissed her back immediately and tilted his head, allowing her to reach for his hand and place it against her waist as the kiss deepened even further than the one against the stone arch. Severus’ inexperienced hand lightly caressed her waist from over her dress and he sighed softly into the kiss, parting his lips as her tongue teased between them. He wasn't entirely sure what move to make next; what was too much, what was too subtle, what was… right.
“How about we see if what’s underneath really does matter, hm?” Eleanor spoke softly against his lips, playing with one of the buttons on his clothing, “Would that be okay?”
Severus nodded, unsure of his own name at this point. Eleanor began to unbutton his clothing and he dared to lightly pull at her dress with his trembling fingers. To be wanted like this was so foreign to him, he didn't want to put a single foot wrong. In fact, to be wanted at all was not something he had often experienced in his life.
He gently bit down on her lip and pulled it out a bit, enjoying the noise she made whilst doing so. His buttons popped open with ease and, despite how self conscious he usually was, he willingly sat up so she could push his overcoat and shirt off him, breaking the kiss briefly to glance down at his now bare chest.
“It's okay,” She spoke softly when she felt him lightly grasp at the material of her dress again, “My clothing comes off, too.”
“Can I… see?” Severus swallowed hard, half expecting a slap across the face.
Eleanor nodded and stood up, reaching out for him with both of her hands. Severus took them and stood up, watching closely as she guided one of his hands to the zip on the back of her dress and turned around. Severus grasped the small metal zip between his finger and thumb and took a deep breath before starting to unzip the back of her dress. His eyes widened with each bit of skin that was revealing itself to him and silently thanked her for not facing him so she couldn't see quite how red his face was becoming.
“Easy, right?” She giggled once the zip was at the bottom.
“R-Right…” Severus nodded shakily, only able to watch in awe as it fell off her shoulders and pooled to the floor as she turned back around to face him whilst unclasping her bra.
He blinked hard, mesmerised by the image in front of him and felt his confidence swell again, leaning forward to desperately press their lips together. Eleanor’s arms snaked around his neck and she leaned up on her tiptoes, kissing him back immediately and pressing her breasts against his chest; resulting in something other than his confidence beginning to swell.
“Mm, Professor…” She grinned when he nudged himself forward slightly, “I do hope that is your wand.”
Severus made a soft noise against her lips when she brushed her body forward, lightly scratching the nape of his neck with her fingers. Their tongues tangled and Severus ran his inexperienced fingertips back and forth over her bare skin. One of Eleanor’s hands trailed down Severus’ bare chest and stomach, making Severus shiver from the feeling of it. Whilst his hands lightly massaged her skin, Eleanor’s made quick work of the button on his trousers; popping it open and pulling down the zip. As his trousers hit the floor, she lightly nudged her palm against the bulge in the front of his boxers, earning a soft moan from him.
“C—Careful…” Severus swallowed hard, taking a shaky breath against her lips, “I…”
“Even bigger than I expected,” Eleanor licked his bottom lip, lightly grasping his erection from over his underwear as the kiss deepened.
“Fuck…” Severus spoke practically inaudibly and felt himself going dizzy, urging for her to rid him of his underwear completely.
She dipped her hand inside his boxers and wrapped it around him, gently jerking her fist up and down as he continued to groan against her lips, his hands now on her underwear and lightly flexing the waistband of it as she continued to taunt him. To be touched like this was something he didn't even dream about, he was that convinced it would never happen to him. His jaw clenched and wanted to sit back and enjoy the feeling, but he also wanted to stress his urgency of long pent up release.
“Oh, you want them off, too?” She smirked when she felt him pull the waistband of her underwear away from her skin completely.
“Mmmh, yes,” Severus breathed heavily, feeling his length pulsate both from the feeling of her fist still stroking him and the question she had just asked.
“What the Professor wants, the Professor gets,” She pulled back from the kiss slowly, glancing down between them both and then back up at him, “If you do the same.”
Severus nodded, barely even able to believe that he was about to do this. Never had he ever allowed himself to be this vulnerable in front of someone.
Soon enough, both pairs of underwear were on the floor, and they both stood there in the nude. For the first time - first time in his life, from memory - he was unashamedly stood completely vulnerable in the nude. He didn't even like seeing himself naked, let alone someone else seeing him. Something about her made him feel shamelessly confident.
“Your wand or not, it certainly looks like it’s capable of creating its own form of magic.” She licked her lips, gazing upon his hardened cock standing proudly to attention.
They hadn't even done anything and Severus’ chest was already heaving up and down. His eyes couldn't quite believe what he could see in front of him. He was in a trance so much that anything she said was just a murmur. Eleanor placed her hands upon his shoulders and gently pushed him back down onto the sofa, licking her lips as her eyes feasted on his large length now casting an impressive shadow over his lower stomach. Severus’ eyes trailed all the way up her naked body until their eyes met and he swallowed hard, watching as she began to climb over him.
“Mm, hi again,” She nudged her lips against his, taking his hands and placing them against her waist.
“H-Hi…” Severus whimpered when he felt her reach down to carefully position his length.
Their lips smacked together as the two of them slotted together like a surprisingly easy jigsaw. Eleanor, able to feel the roaring fire behind her, stayed still for a few moments, allowing herself to adjust to the impressive length now situated inside her.
“Everything okay?” She whispered softly, pecking his lips as she raised her hips slightly.
“Quite perfect,” Severus nodded, gazing up at her with heavy eyes.
“Remember where your hands are,” She lightly patted them as they remained over her hips, “You’re in control,” She kissed him again, “I’m all yours.”
Severus nodded weakly and remained with his hands against her hips as she began to move over him, her own hands now back against his shoulders as he kissed her hungrily. He whimpered softly at the feeing of her gliding back and forth over him with ease and began to moan each time she sat over him fully.
Severus could not put into words how he felt in this exact moment. He had enjoyed the times they had shared together, sure, or the dates as she called them, but he never in a million years expected for them to end up like this. Despite not being involved with anyone sexually, he wasn’t completely blind to what turned him on and what didn’t. However, the undeniable, nonjudgmental want she had for him was what drove him wild the most.
Their teeth collided as they kissed and Eleanor bunched his hair up in her hands, moaning into his mouth as she moved over him. Severus let out a heavy grunt when he began to lift and lower her with his hands, urging her to move even faster.
“Mm, you like that?” Eleanor broke the kiss and gazed down at him with heavy eyes, biting her lip as she started grinding her hips forward at the same time.
“Ugh, fuck, yes,” He nodded, his mouth hanging open as he rested his head back against the back of the sofa.
“So- fucking- big…” She spoke as she lowered herself over him, latching her lips onto his neck and sucking on it gently.
Severus’ hands moved from her hips to her back, creating red marks from how much their bodies were writhing against each other and how desperate he was to keep hold of her. He hissed in pleasure through clenched teeth when he felt her flicking her tongue against the sensitive red mark now upon his neck.
He was feeling a very unfamiliar flame beginning to climb up his body, both intrigued and afraid of what would happen if it was taunted further. His thighs tensed and his cock throbbed with desperate need of Eleanor’s movements to never stop. The way she moved over him and moans she breathed against his skin told him she was feeling quite the same, only turning him on all the more.
“I— I think something is about… t-to happen…” He whimpered, now trembling beneath her.
“Yes?” Eleanor gasped in pleasure, “Yes!” She took one of his hands and placed it between her legs, guiding him to exactly where she wanted him to touch her.
“Wh.. What are…” He swallowed hard, the flames now licking further up his body.
“Make me cum, Severus,” She whispered against his lips, moaning as he began to move his fingertips in circular motions.
“B—But you’re going to make me-!” He shouted in pleasure, his back starting to arch off the sofa.
“Y—Yes, Professor, l-like-! That!” She cried, her eyes rolling back at the feeling of both his length repeatedly sliding in and out of her and his shockingly skilled fingers.
“Eleanor!” He felt her tighten around him, unable to hold back for even a moment longer as the blaze of ecstasy took over him completely, “Eleanor!”
His hot release shot inside her, the both of them emitting echoing moans which bounced against his chamber walls. The fire was still roaring against her back, resulting in even more glistening sweat on their bodies and the smell of sex radiating off them. The movements didn't die down for a long while, still grasping at each other’s naked bodies as they continued to quite literally ride out their orgasms.
“Severus…” Eleanor breathed out her words, resting her forehead against his shoulder as they both tried to catch their breath.
“W—Was that…” Severus swallowed hard, his arms yearning to be wrapped around her again but feeling physically too exhausted to do so, “Was that okay?”
“Okay?” Eleanor lifted her head and reached for their glasses of wine, handing Severus’ to him, “That was everything, Severus,” She took a sip, enjoying the feeling of his chest still raising and falling against her as he did the same, “I have never known anything to be so worth the wait.”
Severus would be lying if he said he had never felt passion or desire before in his life, but he could count on one hand how many times he had acted upon it. It was unknown for him to even allow himself to think about taking matters into his own hands, let alone become completely vulnerable to another person.
He wasn’t entirely sure what had just happened to him, but all he knew was that he wanted to do it again, and again, and again. And they did. With only sips of wine between, they had their way with each other on the sofa a second time; though this time with Severus’ weight on top of her. Eleanor devoured the view as he towered over her whilst he devoured her.
Tumbling into his bedroom was the next location — albeit to fall asleep, but that soon developing into a literal tumble in the sheets. He didn't even know where his energy had suddenly come from, he could only pin point the fact she had made him feel like he had found a new lease of life. When he awoke this morning, he had no idea this is how he would be going to bed tonight.
“You know, we’re going to have to stop this.” Eleanor breathed out her words as she rolled off him.
“Hm, what?” Severus stretched his arms above his head before rolling onto his side and gazing down at her with his head propped up on his hand, “Why?”
“Because then I'll want to go to sleep like this every night.” She giggled, lightly tracing a pattern against his bicep with her finger.
“If you so wish…” He pursed his lips, glancing at her finger and then her, “You can.”
“Mm,” She leaned in to peck his pursed lips, “I have corrupted Severus Snape.”
“You have,” He nodded, sighing dramatically, “And you’ll pay for it!”
Eleanor opened her mouth to respond but quickly turned into a fit of giggles as Severus quickly wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her gently as she wriggled in his grip. He couldn't remember a time he had ever made someone laugh like this, and, even more to the point, he couldn't remember a time where he laughed like this.
Eleanor turned around with her back to him and settled back into his arms against his body. Severus planted soft kisses along her shoulder and sighed softly, his eyes closing in content.
“I am just satisfied to know that I have made you, of all people, smile on Christmas Day,” She spoke softly, able to feel his smile against her skin once more, “It can always be like this, you know. Never spend it alone again.”
“You are not just a reason to look forward to Christmas, dear Miss Eleanor,” His lips made it to her neck, now whispering into her ear, “You are my reason to look forward to every day.”
“Well, this can be your every day, too…” She spoke timidly, placing her hands over his that were wrapped around her waist from behind.
“I would really like that, actually,” Severus replied quicker than he even anticipated, raising his eyebrows when Eleanor turned her head, kissing him with a grin, “Really like it.”
Eleanor crinkled her nose as they kissed, gently nudging their noses together before turning back around again and snuggling back into his embrace. Severus sighed softly and closed his eyes, resting his lips against the back of her shoulder again and allowing her to feel a new, all-too-familiar prod against her back as she gasped and whispered into the darkness with a grin;
“Again?”
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romeosharpae · 1 year ago
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“FOUR MONTHS”
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theodore nott x reader
(Yes after one year I'm back with toxic Theodore Nott). You don't have to read part one..
Warnings; Possessive behavior, manipulation, toxic relationships, mentions of obsession, mature sex scenes, unprotected sex, rough sex, swearing, smoking, degradation (Not a lot), theodore nott × female feader, toxic! theodore nott
parts: 1,
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There was something in the air this morning, a soothing feeling that made you a little more peppy. So as you skipped to the great hall, books clutched tightly to your chest, a small smile couldn’t help but to be on your lips.
It was the winter — your favorite season, so perhaps that was the reason for your sudden happiness this morning. You’d even wore a little grin through transfiguration, your least favorite class at Hogwarts.
But you were a happy girl generally, nice to everyone who crossed your path. You helped little first years avoid experiencing the wrath of Draco Malfoy. You also helped professors (For sure not Mcgonagal) help clean up after compliance lessons.
That’s just who you are.
“You look pretty today,” Is what Hermione Granger, your best friend, greets you with as you took a seat aside her. No you weren’t a Gryffindor — but you often found yourself sitting at the orange and red more than your own.
“Yeah, I like what you’ve done to your hair.” Harry Potter lowly added in with a sly smile, and you simply reflected it. Ron Weasley, who was aside Hermione let out a little snort in response to his best friend’s attempt to flirt.
Harry Potter – the boy who lived, the boy who everyone without any sort of spite or jealousy in their body adores. Sometimes you even found yourself admiring him — considering him as a form of replacement from your last fling.
“Thank you both,” You giggled,
“Well, I’m happy that your happy, Y/L/N” Hermione declared with a smile, “You see how much happier you are now? Compared to when you allowed that psycho to contr--"
And just like that, there was a damper in your happy mood.
Hermione always made extremely bold comments about your previous unhealthy relationship with Theodore Nott; Which is probably why he hated the fact you two were friends, not because she was a muggle. Truthfully, she’s the one that hyped you up to end things with him — but as you more think of it, she forced you too.
Because despite everything the tall raging brunette put you through, you still found your self right underneath him with a dizzy smile. But that hasn’t happened in four months, not since the day he dragged you out of the party. Shivers roll down your spin as you remember the events that happened that day,
You’ve got fourth months with his touch, without his complications.
And despite missing Theodore some nights, you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t a breath of fresh air. Like the air didn’t feel lighter without him breathing down your neck about showing any other male besides him attention – without him declaring that despite his lack of commit now, you’ll be baring his children later.
You recall how hearing those words made you feel months ago — Well, it did make you finish, but that’s completely besides the point — it finally made you realize that Theodore Not didn’t actually love you.
And neither did he want anyone else too.
Not because he loved you, but because had a unhinged obsession for you. The more you thought of it, the more you realized how clear Theo’s behavior displayed fixation.
How did you not realize it back in first year when he got seriously angry with Blaise Zabini for trying to be your friend?
It makes your stomach twist to think that you and Theodore's friendship was build off of an obsession – one that clearly grew worse as the years progressed.
"You alright over there, Y/L/N?" Ron questioned reluctantly,
You pulled yourself out of your thoughts, turning to him with a small awkward smile across your lips, "Yes I'm fine, just got a little distracted, that's all."
"You always seem to suddenly get distracted when I bring up Nott." Hermione mumble, rolling her eyes. Because you're always telling me to leave him.
Is what you wanted to say, but instead you settle for a simple shrug.
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You were sitting criss-cross on an knitted blanket in front of the black lake, skimming over the newest daily prophet in your hands. The full moon reflected softly against the lake water, making you awe.
Everytime a full moon lit the sky your found yourself out here, enjoying the peace. And no one knew about it — you weren't a prefect and your house leader would kill you if they found out you were out here past hours.
Well, you thought no one knew about your secret adventures to the black lake.
It was not until the loud familiar scent of smoke filled your nostrils that you understood that someone was here also. And with the heavy cologne that mixed with it, you didn't have to look back to know who it was.
"Leave. Me. Alone" You growled sternly, ignoring the thudding in your heart.
Of course you'd still hang with Blaise and Pasny every now and then. But when Theo walked in you immediately flee, knowing that being around him would result with him being inside of you in moments.
And your sure he knew that, which is exactly why the brunette is here. "So you don't think I've done that enough for the past four fucking months, Y/N?"
Venom dripped from Theodore's voice, and had you not been so used to Theodore being upset with the stuff you do — The coldness of his tone would have made you scared enough to jump away from him.
Your head snapped back in his direction, generally you were a nice happy girl. But during the times you weren't so sweet, it was Theodore Nott who got that wrath.
Who brought out that side of you.
"No, No." Theo's jaw clenched at your harsh words, lips parting slightly to allow smoke to slip past them. "Because I want you to leave me alone for the rest of my life."
"Did Granger help you come up with that?" Theodore snickered. There wasn't a actual thought in your brain when you rolled your daily prophet and launched it in his direction. He kissed it teeth when the parchment landed softly on his cheek.
The brunette takes another hit short of his cigarette, not giving your outburst a reaction. You stand up to your feet, preparing to collect your stuff and go back on school grounds.
He threw the cigarette on the ground, approaching you. You take a step back, not wanting to feel his touch — the touch that you have been craving for four months.
“Why does everyone get the sweet little Y/N except for me?" He cooed, eyebrows raising.
"What did I do to deserve this nasty side of you Y/L/N, huh?" Everything. "Did I not fuck you good enough last time?"
"You know it is not about that!" You defensively shouted out. Tears began pricking at the corner of your eyes, processing that the only thing you are to him is a fuck. "--You know that it's never been about that!"
You had like Theodore since third year, immediately awed with the matured boy that he became over the summer. And Theo knew your feelings for him — in fact, you told Theo about your feelings right before you had sex for the first time — he just didn't care.
He stared down at you, beautiful eyes glistening underneath the moon light. For a moment you swear you see pity flash in his eyes.. or maybe regret?
It makes you frown — You didn't want Theodore to pity you. It made you feel weak, always finding yourself with him when your in your weakness moments. Because despite his blunt toxic behavior, before your separation, Theodore always is there when you fail a test you study hard for or had complications with your family – He's the shoulder that you lean on, and the root of your problems.
“I miss you"
Something about those words fueled your feelings more, anger bubbling higher. "No you don't Theodore, you miss having me wrapped around your finger."
That regret.. or pity fades away quickly, replaced with anger in seconds.
“Do you even know how many girls I have wrapped around my finger, Y/N?" His mean tone makes you let a small sob. "How many girls wish upon stars that I had the feelings for them that I do you?!" Theodore takes this moment to grab your chin, yanking you closer to him before you got a chance to stop him. He hovers over you, fingers digging into the flesh of your skin. Blue eyes looking down at you like your prey he's prepared to fight for.
“You don't really care about me!"
"Shut up." He growled.
His mouth attacks yours in a feral manner, making you gasp loudly. The faint taste of his chapstick spreads is in your mouth,
And being that naive girl you are, you welcomed his lips eagerly. The hairs of your skin stood up fully, mind becoming foggy while Theodore desperately slides his tongue into your mouth. It makes you sob out louder, tears slipping from your eyes.
Hermione would be so mad if she knew how easily you allowed him in — The lack of fight that you put up with Theo. But you tried, you really did for four entire months..
You really tried your best too stay away from the boy that you loved so deeply.
“I--T--" Is what you choked out moments before Theodore hand slides to the back of your throat, making the kiss much deeper and tongue sloppier. Your noses were smushed against each other — there was nothing you could make out but his scent.
You didn't exactly get to register when it happened or how it happened. But someway, probably with magic, you ended underneath Theodore on your blanket.
Without wasting another second Theodore hooks his finger into the waist band of your shorts and underwear. "Why is things always so complicated with you?"
His words were harsh and the glare on his beautifully structured pale face makes you cry out even harder. The pad of his thumb catches one of your tears when it falls,
“Y/N Why can't you understand that this is perfect?" He wondered bluntly. His eyes look down at your exposed area, "That this is where you should be, with me."
“No--No I shouldn't--" You shouted, Theo grabbed your legs and spread them as far as they could go. "-- Your no good for me"
That makes the brunette scoff defensively – surely thinking that Hermione fed you that. But you knew it was true – If you stuck beside Theodore, you'd be mental by thirty.
A loud gasp fell from your lips when Theo pushed himself into you without any warning. Theirs something in your body that became at ease with the familiar stretch,
As if it been begging for it.
Not giving you a chance to prepare yourself, Theodore bottomed out in you. He groaned loudly as you flutter against him, practically welcoming him in you.
Theo begins snapping his hips forward at a pace that makes your eyes squeeze shut. You wish that you could hate him,
"Yeah, but that doesn't matter.." He finally responded to your comment. The loose curls of his hair brushed against your forehead as Theo leaned down, lips grazing softly against yours. A high pitched whimper left your lips at every thrust he gave you, an hot pain spreading inside in your lower half. Yet you couldn't stop your hips from jumping up, begging for more. “I'm good right now, aren't I?" He mocked,
His tongue invaded your mouth, like he's attempting to swallow your face whole. You kissed back instantly, tongue lapping over his as you both moaned.
Some moments you wished to know what Theodore was thinking when the two of you were together — and other times you didn't, not actually wanting to be right about his lack of love towards you.
His mouth left yours, spit following suit. Instead he began sucking on the skin of your new and chest, leaving bruises. "Mine." Theo growled, squeezing your breast.
You just shook your head frantically at his possessive words, not being able to form a literal disagreement. You weren't Theodore’s.. and unfortunately he wasn't yours.
He squeezed you harder, thrust forming a harsher pace as well, knocking the wind out your chest and making you gasp.
Tears slipped from your eyes from the pleasure, and your fingers began scratching against his arms. If your mind hadn't been so fogged out, you'd be embarrassed from how fast your release caught up.
“Say you won't leave again..." Theo spoke words were stone cold and you tried ignoring them — knowing that you planned on going back into hiding from him.
His cold hand snakes up around your neck, giving it a tight squeeze that makes you squeal. Your sure he notices that your avoiding his request and perhaps that's why his hips began to move at a slower pace – But you really had not expected him to completely stop,
The was absolutely no way he was going to leave you on edge like that. As your eyes flew open you sobbed out, Theodore wore a plain expression. His light eyes were already looking directly into yours,
You attempted to take matters into your own hands by beginning to slip up his length. But Theodore, who clearly wasn't having none of it, pushed you away by your stomach, pulling out of you completely now.
"Say it, Y/N!" He slightly shook you, "Or I swear I'll leave you like this-- Say it--"
"I--I'm not gonna leave!" The words left unexpectedly from your lips. And you really wish you could say you only said it to get your release but that wouldn’t be true. “..Ever again"
Theodore smiled widely at your words, pressing his face against your neck. And you both let out a loud sigh of comfort when he slid back inside of you,
You don't even know how you lasted four months without him.
Part three>>>
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keto-keyes · 11 months ago
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The Slytherins at Valentines
Imagine/preference
In celebration of the day of love, I have taken it upon myself to commit to paper how I imagine the Slytherins would celebrate Valentines with their S/O
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Mattheo Riddle:
Mattheo would probably act like he'd forgotten until right at the last minute before it was time to head to sleep for the night
and practically dump a whole-ass pile of presents on his S/O's head.
definitely expects you to cuddle w/ him
he's the little spoon obviously
would constantly whisper things like:
"You thought I forgot, didn't you?"
"...Dumbass thought I'd forget the best day ever"
If you correct him, you lose your gifts
If you don't, smug ass bf forever
Choice is yours
He never really shows how touch-starved he is until Valentines Day, when he can snuggle with you and kick all the others out of your dorm without hearing you complain
not that you ever do
Basically, cuddles and rich-man benefits from the king of puppy eyes.
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Tom Riddle:
This man... he is so romantic about how he spoils his S/O
A single rose, or a ring or some other piece of jewellery
Watch out, he'll present it at breakfast with a modest little card and expect you to wear it all day without fail.
might even buy you a crown fitting for the queen of the slytherins
doesn't like PDA, so none of that
Subtle smiles in your direction, maybe even a blown kiss
will love exchanging coded love letters with you like the little nerd he is
if you expected him to be cold like usual, he's not
other kids get time off from being victims, he's moony about you for a change
probably even brings small little things he finds to give you in-between classes
a feather, a dropped quill, some cookies he "borrowed" from some useless gryffindors
Mattheo couldn't stop teasing him after he caught Tom plucking nice-smelling herbs from the potions closet
You might need to stop him killing his brother
he's a gentleman, alright?
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Theodore Nott:
Italians know how to Valentines Day
the saint is literally FROM Italy
and theo is rich. So....
Presents. lots of presents
anything you need
kisses also. lots of kisses
mans really loves kissing you. he'll never say no to PDA
staring at you for HOURS
dude has a stare like looking into the ocean - beautiful but somehow also makes you self-conscious
whispering to you in italian
even if you can't understand him, you know he's either complimenting you or whispering blasphemy about whichever first year last crossed his path
he likes to sit you on his lap when he can and rub your thighs or massage your shoulders
shoulder and neck kisses when you do
he doesn't like to be too far away from you, like any good clingy bf
will definitely need you to tell him to stop holding your hand or your waist before he does
maybe needs reminding multiple times. especially with other guys around
double the soft boy on the day of love
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Draco Malfoy:
expect this boy to become very clingy
he's attention-starved, remember?
but he will give his S/O lots of gifts and presents to celebrate love
cards, messages via flying paper crane, roses, rings, ripped out passages of books from the forbidden section of the library, all the romantic gifts
he prefers to give little pecks on your cheeks when he can, but if not, definitely hand kisses.
i kid you not, he will get down on one knee with his usual gentlemanly demeanour just to kiss your knuckles
give this poor boy lots of kisses please
he needs them
play with his hair, let him be the little spoon
not that he isn't usually
he just won't let any of the others know that
holding hands
terrorising first-years
sending cutesy love letters to one another without the professor knowing
or zipping them right past mcgonagal's ear, if you live on the wild side
either way, he's so soft and squishy
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Blaise Zabini:
i have come to inform you that this man will skip school for you
you're not feeling potions today, rather go out on the town? done
he does not care
you both get good grades anyway
all the sweets
sugar is his love language, and, funnily enough, your pet name
letting you wear his jackets
kisses. give this man some kisses
holding hands whenever you can.
i headcanon his hands are huge.
like giant sized
him smiling to himself whenever he sees you
"How did I manage to score this little sugarcube?"
yep, another sugar-themed pet name
you are like a little flower he needs to preserve (an icing flower, if you catch my drift)
another member of the touch-starved trio
he can do your hair for you (if you have long hair), but ONLY if you sit on his lap
this man knows french. and danish
did you know danish is one of the most beautiful languages on earth? well, you will soon
he likes muttering how pretty you are in danish. and how much he loves you
also, mans is a legit beanpole boy
he will rest his head on yours. he is just that tall
anyway, he loves you in 3 languages fam
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Pansy Parkinson:
probably wants to make sure you both have the same number of presents
you'll always have one more than her somehow. like, how does someone forget they bought you the cat (or some other household pet) you always wanted?
isn't happy until she can constantly see a smile adorning your features
like Blaise, she will do your hair for you (if you have hair)
she buys THE NICEST necklaces and bracelets. not even Tom can compare
she can also speak french, but she'll only open up and start speaking it when you tell her you love her in your native language
will find pretty flowers to put in your hair or behind your ear so you can constantly smell of that flower
holding hands. there is no excuse
showing you off to the boys, making them pretend to have never met you before
no-one is allowed to make you smile except her. so, please stay away from Mattheo and Enzo for the day
will contain her anger and short temper for you
she's the little spoon.
you must comfort her. dealing with 6 boys everyday is tough
you're like royalty for a day, deal with it
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Lorenzo Berkshire:
cheesy gifts. no cap
small flowers out of decorative bouquets? check
a flower or butterfly pin? yessir
constant hand-holding
teasing you
lip bites, squeezing your thighs, twirling strands of either of your hair
he is a major flirt, contrary to popular belief
he thinks you are the most adorable thing ever
loves to tell you how gorgeous you look
master gentleman in action, ladies and gents
singing cheesy love songs
mans will serenade you
he is the big spoon, for reasons you may never know
perhaps he likes holding his world in his arms
that's right folks, you are his WORLD
and nothing will stop him from telling you that as you nap in his arms instead of going to potions
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i-need-of-a-hobby · 2 months ago
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who i think the marauders+co would put on a hear me out cake (inspired by @sebbianas saying remus would put monty which like- 1000% yes)
james: tried to play it safe and put like david bowie or natalie wood (because you know he had a thing for west side story) and ends up getting booed for beng too unproblematic
remus: as previously stated, he puts monty
sirius: the beast from beauty and the beast but only in beast form (he feels the need to specify)
marlene: mcgonagal. oh and the purple fairy from the tinkerbell movies, nobody says anything because she's correct and even if they did she's currently eye shagging dorcas so she prolly wouldnt notice
lily: pretentious as hell (i love her and would gladly die at her feet) so she puts a sculpture of aphrodite but specifically the one where she's knelt down and looking over her shoulder, and the queen fairy from the tinkerbell movies
mary: the zebra fish from finding nemo. will not elaborate, accepts no criticism.
regulus: refused to participate, later got drunk and told pandora that if he did participate, it would also be the zebra fish from finding nemo. and that he wouldn't be opposed to getting with a merperson. unfortunatly, nobody will ever know of this because reg is also dramatic as fuck and makes pandora make an unbreakable vow to never tell a soul the next morning.
peter: (pushing my demisexual peter agenda) genuinely cant think of anyone to put
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hp-hcs · 1 year ago
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Could I request some Yan poly Theo and Mattheo x male reader please?
Where he is an animagus that can turn into a cat just like McGonagal.
Where he goes to them in his cat form for cuddles and scratches and stuff because he’s touch starved, but what the reader doesn’t know is that they know who he is and that he’s not a normal cat, and the reason everyone’s been avoiding him both in his cat form and human form is because they’ve made everyone besides him know that he’s theirs and threaten them. Just the usual possessive Yan behaviour from the duo. Maybe they buy him a collar or something in his cat form and he gets all embarrassed because he doesn’t know that they know he’s a human and just has to wear it when he’s a cat-??
I’m so sorry if it’s too detailed
um, obsessed???
also i tweaked the ending you asked for just a little bit cause i never know how to end fics 🫠
i genuinely despise this. fully anticipate me just deleting this and starting over.
also please never apologize for too much detail it literally makes writing these so much easier and faster
requests? 🥺🤲
“He is, most of all, l'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle.” — Yandere! Theodore Nott x Animagus! Sirius’ son! Reader x Yandere! Mattheo Riddle
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warnings: very mild—mostly implied—yandere possessive/violent stuff
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“Ah, Mr. Black. Lovely for you to join us.”
You cringed, hastily smoothing down your hair in an attempt to look like you hadn’t just woken up.
Snape gave you a stern look. “Very well. Now that you’ve elected to make your presence, perhaps Mr. Black can tell us what asphodel is?”
You flushed at the way your professor put you on the spot; the way all of your classmate's eyes were on you.
“U-uh, it’s a flower. It’s supposed to grow in the Elysian fields in the Greek underworld…?” You trailed off uncertainly.
Snape’s lips thinned, a sign that you were correct. “We have a new seating chart—a fact you might’ve known if you’d shown up on time. Over there. Quickly.”
You scurried over to the table he indicated, sitting down in the empty chair between two Slytherin boys.
The boy on your right gave you a sympathetic look, waiting until Snape turned to continue writing on the board before leaning over and whispering to you.
“We’re doing a project in pairs, but me an’ my friend Theo here said we’d add you in ours to make a group of three. Snape wanted you to work with Longbottom.”
The boy on your left—Theo, you presumed—leaned in to whisper, “Yeah, we wouldn’t wish that upon anyone. ‘specially not a pretty thing like you.”
You blushed at the flattering name, whispering back, “Longbottom? Merlin- thank you.”
He grinned brightly, seemingly pleased at your willingness to hold a conversation with him, if the gentle flush of his cheeks was any indication.
The boy on your right tugged at your sleeve with a charming smile. “That’s Theodore Nott, by the way. And I’m Mattheo Riddle, darlin’.”
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“Well, I think we’re just about finished,” Theodore mused, sitting up from where he’d been leaning over your group’s poster board. “Think we used enough glitter?”
“No such thing as enough glitter.”
You laughed at the two boys’ antics as the three of you sat on the floor of their dorm room. They had a good rapport with each other, one that you fit easily into. There was no real awkwardness as you all joked with each other. You actually felt like you belonged, like you’d been a part of their pair for years.
It was a nice thought.
“Well, if we’re finished, then I desperately need to go to the library,” you sighed. “Flitwick assigned twenty inches on the difference between the Conservo and the Protego charms.”
The two groaned in sympathy.
“Good luck,” Mattheo shook his head, resting his hand on your knee.
You’d noticed that both boys were extremely touchy. They always seemed to be accidentally brushing hands with you, peering over your shoulder to look at the poster, and finding any excuse to rest their hands somewhere on your body.
You nodded your thanks, putting away your personal reading book, your glitter quills, and your googly eye stickers that you as a group had had far too much fun with.
“See you guys around!”
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“Woah- Here, kitty kitty kitty!”
You blinked sleepily, annoyed at whomever was disrupting your nap by the warm common room fireplace.
Two blurry, vaguely boy-shaped blobs plopped down on the floor by you, one of the blobs’ bags spilling out its contents all over the floor. You swatted lazily at a feather quill that rolled to a stop beside you on the rug, quickly losing interest and yawning.
“Whose cat is this?” The shorter one—the one whose bag had dumped parchment and jellybeans all over the floor—asked, suddenly scratching the top of your head.
You froze, an unfamiliar rumble rising from your throat at the odd sensation.
You were purring.
If you were human right now, you were sure your skin would be prickling from the stranger’s gentle touch.
Gentle touch had always been uncommon for you. Your family was odd and disjointed. You grew up without a father, raised only by grumpy paintings and a sour house elf.
And once he returned, on a the back of a winged marvel, with stories of rats and traitors and time, his overjoyed smile had faltered when he learned you wore green and not red. His now ever-present pinched look of poorly hidden disappointment whenever he looked at you, paired with your god-cousin’s short and stiff hugs and forced smiles, you felt like an outsider in your own home.
“Virgil!”
The strangers startled you out of your reverie. Your ears flattened back, but the taller one just pet your head softly. The short one crossed its arms, shaking its head vehemently.
“No, dude. Why the fuck would you name our cat that?”
“Cause of the book? Dante’s Inferno?” The taller one pointed at one of your abandoned books lying on the rug, most of the stack on Charms subjects, except for that one. You must’ve fallen asleep while reading it, and changed into a cat at some point during your nap.
“Nerd.”
“Just because you don’t ever read, Riddle-”
You perked up at the familiar name. Blinking away sleep, the two blobs- boys come into better focus.
They’re your fucking group mates.
Fucking Circe.
Theo goes back to petting your head, his steady pets prompting you to instinctively push your head up against his palm to demand more.
“Oh- hi Vee,” he laughed, moving his hand further down to stroke along your spine.
“Wh- We’re not calling it that.”
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They ended up calling you that.
They visited the library after school every day now, where sure enough, you’d always be sitting by the fire or sprawled out on the couch.
Some days, they brought extra friends. On those days, you’d always squawk and wind between your boys’ ankles to get their attention when they got too engrossed in a conversation, like an adorable, jealous tripping hazard.
And after you’d turned in your project, you had also remained friends with them as a human. You now lit up every time you saw them in the halls or the common room, and they always grinned whenever they saw you.
It was nice.
~~~ “Hel- oh.”
You watched as your History of Magic table mate, a usually kind and friendly Hufflepuff girl, scrambled out of her seat to sit elsewhere as soon as you set your bag down. You stared after her in shock.
What had you done to warrant that?
As you stared after her, you finally became aware that your classmates around you were staring at you with a mixture of curiosity and fear.
Everyone avoided the seat next to you like the plague.
You sat alone that class.
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You set your textbook down on your desk, sitting down heavily in your chair.
Today had been awful. Nobody dared come near you in any of your classes, like you were a leper or something. You ate lunch alone, walked to class alone… you just hoped Potions, as your last class of the day, would pass quickly.
“Hello, lovely,” Mattheo greeted warmly, the corners of his eyes crinkling up as he sat down beside you—the first person to do so all day. “How are you this fine afternoon?”
You rolled your eyes grumpily, steadfastly ignoring him as you doodled on your parchment.
You suddenly felt fingers underneath your chin, lifting your head up until your eyes met Mattheo’s.
“He asked you a question, doll,” Theodore breathed into your ear from behind you. “Answer.”
You shivered at his tone and firm behavior, blushing despite yourself. “‘m- ‘m fine.”
“Good boy,” Mattheo sighed, patting your cheek patronizingly. “Was that really so hard?”
Your cheeks flush immediately at the name, as you remain a bit confused as to their sudden changes in personality.
Where were the lovably awkward pair of dorks that you usually hung out with, both as a human and as a cat? (Although, you supposed, they didn’t know about the latter.)
Maybe you were wrong about them?
~~~
You weren’t wrong about them.
You leaned against the side of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, watching interesting passerby on the street as you waited for your god-cousin, Harry, to return back outside.
You were so focused on people-watching, imagining backstories for everyone, (especially the creepy Gryffindor who liked to hit on you no matter how many times you said no: Cormac McLaggen. The boy had practically sprinted away as soon as he caught sight of you leaning against the wall. Odd that he also had a black eye and a busted nose) that you were completely startled by arms wrapping around you from behind.
You jumped, but relaxed a bit when they put their chin on your shoulder and whispered into your ear, “It’s Mattheo, doll. Calm down.”
“You just scared the shit outta me. Tellin’ me to calm down,” you roll your eyes. “What do you want?”
“Go out with me.”
“What?”
“M-me. And Theo. Both. Yeah?”
“Wow. Smooth, dude. Real master of words, aren’t you?” A new voice chimed in sarcastically.
You spun around at the arrival of a second person, relaxing when you saw that it was just Theo.
“What Matty is trying to ask is, will you go out with us?”
You gape at them.
“Both of you?”
“Ideally, yes.”
You blink at them, eyes wide.
Mattheo shifts nervously.
“Sure.”
Theodore blinks, like he wasn’t expecting that answer. “Sure? Like- like yes you will?”
“Yeah.”
The two boys exchange a rather disbelieving, giddy look.
“Uh, how does the Three Broomsticks at seven tonight sound?”
“Works for me,” you shrug, a pleased smile slowly creeping onto your face.
“Oh! Here. We- we got this for you. In case you said yes,” Mattheo digs through his pockets, pulling out a small, rectangular box, like the kind that watches come in. “But, you have to promise you’ll wait to get back to your dorm room before you open it.”
You laugh, shrugging. “Okay, sure. I promise.”
Theo narrows his eyes at you before sticking out his pinky finger. “Pinky promise?”
You laugh again at the way his serious look contrasts with his childish request, obliging and wrapping your pinky around his. “Pinky promise.”
~~~
You shut your dorm door behind you, dropping your bag on the floor and collapsing onto your bed. You, true to your word, waited to open the box, pulling it out of your pocket only just now.
It was small, simple gift box, with a scrap of folded parchment taped to the top.
Y/N –
Thought you might like this. We’d love to see you wear it on our date.
– MR & TN
You raise your eyebrows, setting the note aside and lifting the lid, unsure of what to expect.
You were not expecting there to be a blue cat collar inside, the dangling metal tag reading:
Virgil
If lost, return to either
Theo Nott or Mattheo Riddle
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dwindlinghaze · 2 years ago
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breathin
(remus lupin x fem!reader)
summary: remus lupin is a sleepyhead
contents: small blurb, fluff, fluff, sleepy remus is just so :(
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somedays, things just take way to much energy. looked up; then the whole room's spinning.
that's what remus lupin is going through right now.
he was not able to sleep with james and sirius' loud voices last night. they were playing around until late at night.
remus wouldn't want to be the killjoy. he lets them have their fun just for tonight.
with that being said, the lack of sleep he had was torturing him.
he can feel his blood running and the sky's falling.
he almost fell in asleep in transfiguration this morning, earning a disappointed stare from professor mcgonagal.
he couldn't take it anymore; his lids were super heavy. even if he tried to open them, he still wouldn't be aware of his surroundings because his mind is slowly shutting off.
he wanted a comfortable place to sleep. someplace that he feels the best. then it came to his mind; your bed.
he once heard the spell sirius used to charm the stairs' to the girl's dormitory. though he never tried it, he's going to now.
he arrived in your bed and completely buried himself in your sheets. it smelled like you- which brings more comfort to him. he's one hundred percent sure that this will be the best sleep he's going to have in weeks.
you didn't see him after your third class, you wonder where he is. you had asked james about his whereabouts but james said he didn't know.
so after your last class, you head to your dorm to change to a more comfortable clothes and in hopes of finding your boyfriend in the way.
you creaked open the door to your dorm and made a bee line towards your part of the room.
you almost lost your breath when you heard shuffling from inside. you were sure nobody's in there.
"hello?" you croaked, eyebrows knitting.
"mhhm," was the only response. your heart slowed down its pace when you heard the voice. you knew who it belonged to.
you saw remus sleeping on your bed. one of your pillows under his head and the other he hugged. you almost melt at the sight. you knew from this morning that the poor boy didn't get enough sleep last night. you were glad he found his way up here.
"hi angel," remus mumbled, fluttering his eyes open. his hair was messy and his face was so adorable.
"hi rem, sorry i woke you up. go back to bed," you kissed his forehead.
remus tugged your hand, "stay with me?" he said- almost like a mumble.
"let me change to a more comfy clothes okay?"
"kay.."
you went back to him after changing and he instantly rest his head over your chest. sighing in contentment. "love you."
you chuckled softly, rubbing the back of his neck because you found that he loves it. "love you too. sweet dreams," you said it so softly, almost afraid if you got any tune louder, remus wouldn't be able to go and find his way back up into the clouds.
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percyweasleyapologist · 1 month ago
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Professor McGonagal: You three, explain right now!
Penny: It was Oliver.
Audrey: It was Oliver.
Percy: It was Oliver.
Oliver:
Oliver: …fuck.
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juneberrie · 1 year ago
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sorry but all i can think about is being engaged/married to ron.
him and his pretty gf— no, fiance moving into a cozy cottage decently close to the weasley family home. waking up to the birds chirping, tangled in each others arms. ron nuzzling his head into the crook of her neck, mumbling about the damn birds, its eight in the morning and her laughing softly and running a hand through his hair.
probably a small spring wedding, near the cottage. the weasleys, hermione, harry, luna, neville, seamus, and professor mcgonagal are invited. luna weaving flowers into her hair as ginny does her makeup.
molly being the best mother-in-law. she knows her favorite foods and every time ron and her come to visit, she's bustling around the kitchen, happily chatting the happy couple's ears off as she cooks up her daughter-in-law's most favorite dish.
fred & george purposely sitting on either sides of her to piss off ron, cracking jokes and mock-flirting with her.
her and fleur being as close as two people can be. after she married ron, fleur takes her under her wing, being like a big sister. both can sometimes feel like outsiders in the big weasley family, but they help each other out where they can.
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bettysupremacy · 1 year ago
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hi! no sure if you do fred weasley requests so feel free to change to one of the marauders if not :)
i was thinking of a girl in her 6th year transferring from ilvermorny to hogwarts and getting sorted into ravenclaw. and it’s kind of a love at first sight when fred sees her. and go from wherever from there!! love ur work :)
I’ve never written for Fred, but I loved this idea. I hope u like!!<3 I don’t know how I feel
“Don’t be nervous.” Fred smiles, all twinkle.
George chimes in, your head turning quickly to acknowledge him. “It’s not all scary.”
“The hat doesn’t bite.”
“Sometimes.”
Fred elbows George quickly. “He’s twisting your arm.”
“Oh.” You smile politely, anxiety turning your gut. Fred’s ears perk at your accent.
“What’s America like?” He asks nosily.
“And why’d you transfer?” George finishes.
You shrug, polite smile still aching your lips. “Mom got a job at the ministry.”
“Mom.” George mimics. It falls to deaf ears.
“I thought only British born wizards could work there?” Fred pries.
You nod. “She is.”
“Interesting.” George’s mouth is stuffed with potato.
Fred laughs loudly. “Try to sound less like a dick. Please.”
“I didn‘t think he sounded like a dick.” You prod the food in front of you, eyes down.
Fred smiles, pushing his empty plate away. “You nervous?”
“No.”
“You look it.”
This gets you to smile. A genuine smile. “Maybe a little.”
You’re pretty, he thinks. It was the first thing he noticed about you. New girl, pretty girl. The aura around you practically glows to him. He wonders if Trelawney would see what he saw.
“Ha!” He points like he’s caught you. “I’m sure you won’t be Slytherin.”
George shakes in disgust, mock, but not really mock, revolted. “Probably Hufflepuff.”
“Or maybe Gryffindor,” Fred adds. “Then you’d be able to sit with us. The cool kids.”
“Yeah, right.” George laughs.
“I cant sit here if I’m not Gryffindor?” Your eyes flit between Fred and George. They’re twins. Obviously. But Fred draws your eye, and they can tell.
“I’m afraid not, pretty.” Fred laments dramatically.
“Not during dinner.” George shrugs, with a Oh Well! Sort of expression.
“They don’t really care during breakfast and lunch.” Fred nods.
“Or snack time.”
Hermoine pops her head out from behind Ginny. “What do you mean, George? There is no snack time.”
“For you.” He and Fred grin.
Loudly, Dumbledore calls for respect, the hush of silence deafening the hall. He has an air about him, the title of headmaster sitting on his shoulders nicely. You flinch as he introduces you. Dozens of prying eyes flitting towards you.
It startles you, so many heads turning as Fred pats your knee, helping you up. The teachers table looms over you as you sit in the rickety chair consciously.
The hats barely touched your head before a loud voice booms across the hall.
“Ravenclaw!” The hat announces.
A table erupts in cheer, notably blue. You frown. That isn’t Gryffindor red. Fred laments from the corner of your eye. For real this time.
A hand touches your back, soft and guiding. “That way, dear.” Mcgonagal ushers.
You stand. Lead in your feet. That’s not what you wanted, and the hat seemed to have known that.
“Go on.” She pushes softly.
You walk down the cold steps, more morose than you’d like. Down, step, down step, until you reach the gray flooring of the great hall. Hands reach for you as you draw nearer, claps on the back as you smile wearily.
A girl makes space for you near Fred, patting the bench quickly. Dark hair, dark eyes, she’s pretty you think.
“I’m Cho.” The girl smiles at you.
“Hi.” Your nose scrunches, holding back a nervous smile as you sit.
“Luna.” Another girl reaches out for your hand. You give it, taking in her dazed expression, and odd looking glasses. “No Wrackspurts.” She grins appreciatively.
You startle. “What?”
“Don’t mind her.” Cho eases. You ignore her, smiling at Luna.
It’s a large table, lots of friendly faces. You hold back the guilt gnawing at you for your quick judgment.
“Hi.” You mouth, cheeks aching from the polite smile you throw at a girl down the table. She waves excitedly, and you wave back.
“Psst.” Is whispered behind you. “Pssssst.”
You turn, vaguely expecting Fred’s face. Or George’s. Theirs. So confusing.
He looks happy.
“You’ll love it there.” Fred (you think) smiles, genuinely.
It gnaws in you. Doesn’t he wish you were Gryffindor? You feel silly, you only just met.
“You’re not upset I’m here?” You frown. Like you wanted him to care, he notices.
He shrugs breezily. “Blue looks good on you.”
Yeah. Fred.
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