#serving slytherin royalty

[abusivelittlebunny]

omg your tags on the strollonso pics/gifs from the f175 event have me in a tizzy,,, lance essentially losing all sense of agency bc fer takes to guiding him around - mainly for his own pleasure,,, fer parading around his trophy wife at galas with the sickest smile on his face,,, literally food for the soul

It's a god tier dynamic what the two of them have going on both of them being each other's trophy husband/trophy wife and sugardaddy/sugarbaby mutually obsessed with each other and you bet they're at least 45 mins late from every event because they gotta mess around in the backseat like the horny nasty mfs they are

[creations-of-the-dreamlight]

Runaway Draco Au, Christmas edition

- Drarry: idk how many words

- I think it’s mutual pining? Honestly idk what that means. Queer runaway Draco, questioning and conflicted Potter, Hermione and Draco make up

Draco just stood there. His hair lazily tossed about in the wind, the unfamiliar black bold against old blonde. He held a lit smoke in his hand like it was the most casual thing ever. The way his hips leaned against the railing, that flowing black skirt that framed his figure. Why wasn’t he scared? Why wasn’t he cowering like he should- like Harry would.

“Will you stop ogling and make up your mind about him?”Hermione asked, but it felt more like a demand. She pulled up to the side of Harry and handed him a mug full of steaming cinnamony and apple delicacy. “Ron says he buggered the recipe on purpose to piss off Malfoy. It’s just because we didn’t have any brown sugar as he usually adds. I still think it’s great, though.”

The warmth shocked and slightly burnt Harry as it passed through him. It had been a while since they had a nice warm meal. Surviving off of the junk food that Draco and his new gaggle of friends made was nice, slightly comforting, but nothing like the home cooked meals of Mrs. Weasley.

“It’s not like that- and what’s there to choose? I betray everyone or I do what’s right. My choice is practically made. It’s just different when he’s like this. I’m not used to it,” Harry stared down into the amber abyss swirling around in his mug. He should be used to change. He should just push this aside. Malfoy will never not be Malfoy, and just because he’s changed doesn’t mean the past has. Harry can excuse what’s he’s done to him. But it’s not his place to excuse that for Hermione, or Ron, or anyone else. He can’t go against the people he’s sworn to protect.

She leaned against the wall in front of him. “We talked last night. He didn’t say sorry,”

“Well then- proves my point!” Harry threw a hand up in the air. “I’m just taking it in before it’s gone,”

“He said sorry didn’t matter if nothing changed. If he didn’t stop thinking the way he did- if he didn’t stop serving the people he served. So he changed. If he kept being near us it would only open the wounds further and keep things the same; that’s what’s he believes.” Hermione explained further, looking on towards the boy on the balcony. He faced away from them- staring into the hazy orange sky. Smoke lulled in air as he contemplated.

Harry looked at her, confused. He wouldn’t really say all that. It’s typical of him not to apologize. Admitting guilt like that… Had he really changed?

“All I’m saying is maybe you can do the right thing and what you want, or need, to do. Don’t abstain yourself from something just to please others morals. You’re the one they look forward too,” Hermione consoled him with a gentle hand on his shoulder. She squeezed it and got up. “Marry Christmas, Harry,”

Normally Harry was a master at sneaking around. Being an unwanted child in the Dursley house makes you learn a lot. How to be quiet, how to be quick, and how to wear a facade. However it seemed these skills couldn’t surpass that of this new Draco.

“Are you done gossiping about me now? I must say it was amusing, you staring at me like that.” He taunted from his place against the railing, just across from Harry.

Harry turned his head, unsure of what to say. Instead he did something he normally wouldn’t- he stayed quiet.

This stirred something in the ex-Slytherin. “So. What is it then?” He finally turned around the face Potter. His eyes were dark and covered in small little swirls and stars. Dabbled with spots of green and blue makeup, the same on his lips like he was a peacock who just grew his first feathers. He had a tight black shirt with a bust that was empty, but it highlighted how soft and ethereal his chest bones were. A large green sweater covered him.

‘Like royalty, divinity,’ Harry thought. “What’s what?”

“What would you change. Take back, do again, make different, make better. What would you fix? You spent such a long time breaking it down with Hermione in there you must have come up with something good.”

“… I’d change the idea that you need to be fixed. You never needed to be fixed or made better. Even if you did, you’re already doing it. If you’re becoming something you like more, then it’s being fixed. There’s nothing we want differently. Nothing I want.”

Draco’s various chains clacked as he turned back around. It was silent yet again, but this time it wasn’t so harsh. Eventually, a hand jutted backward. A slowly smoking offering was given. Hesitant, Harry took it and stepped by the others side.

“I’d change on-Eugh. One more thing,” Harry spit out in between coughs.

“What’s that?” Draco responded.

“I’d change the past. Make it easier for things to become better. Somehow. Make it so maybe we didn’t hurt each other, and we could forgive each oth-“

“We’re beyond forgiveness. All that’s left is to make a difference.” He brought the joint in between his lips and took a deep breath in. The smoke rolling from his chapped, pale lips was mesmerizing. “Or, we could start over. We can’t erase what’s happened… but we can put it behind us.”

“Well then. I’m Harry Potter, and you?”

He laughed, and it lit up the whole sky. “I’m Draco. Pleasure to meet you, Harry.”

[grimmplacehq]

CHARACTER INFO:

Character name: Lucius Abraxas Malfoy Age & Birthday: 27, December 27, 1954 Gender & Pronouns: Cis-male, he/him Occupation: Independently Wealthy (somehow still making money from the Malfoy Apothecary) Blood Status: Pureblood Previous House: Slytherin Previous Affiliation: Death Eater Face Claim: Austin Butler

Lucius is taken by Tara

BIOGRAPHY:

Born as the sole heir to the Malfoy name, Lucius has been doted on since birth. Though his relationship with his parents has left something to be desired, he’s always loved being a Malfoy. While at Hogwarts, he excelled at the subjects he deemed worthy and was a Chaser on the Slytherin Quidditch Team for five years. From a young age, he’d been betrothed to the youngest Black sister, who he spent quite a bit of time with during their school years. It might not be a choice they each made, but there were far worse options in his mind. As long as she didn’t follow Andromeda’s lead, he suspected Narcissa would be the perfect wife for him.

Upon graduation, he found himself plunged into his father’s circle of Death Eater friends. As was expected of him, he needed to take the Mark and join the cause–something that he was more than willing to do at the time. The growing inclusion of Muggle blood in their world troubled him, and, because he was Abraxas’s son, he very quickly became one of Voldemort's most trusted Death Eaters. 

Unlike some of the others, Lucius didn’t entirely enjoy getting his hands dirty. At least not with violence. His main method of action involves using his wealth, influence, and connections to support Voldemort's cause. In his mind, lining the pockets of a Ministry official here and there is no cause for concern. During the War, he and his father were entrusted with keeping Voldemort’s Diary–now known as a Horcrux–safe. The thing is, and Lucius is perhaps too embarrassed to admit it, but he didn’t know exactly what the Diary was when they had it in their possession. He suspects his father knew the full story, but once Lucius knew the truth, he wasn’t exactly devastated when Severus swiped it from under him. Narcissa had been around it on more than one occasion, and he didn’t like the idea of his future wife falling prey to such a thing. Even if he believed in the cause.

As the tide began to turn against Voldemort, Lucius found himself in a precarious position. While he’s grown up with Pureblood supremacy at the forefront of his mind, he also knows the Malfoy name needs to remain unsullied. Above all, their family is meant to be one of the oldest and well-known families in their entire world. A member of the Sacred 28. They could never be seen on a losing side, especially if it involved prison time for him and his father. The Malfoys weren’t felons–they were practically Wizard Royalty. After all, their money and wealth could even be traced back to the Muggle Royal Family. They were simply held to a higher standard than some of the unsavory… beings who graced Voldemort’s ranks.

After Voldemort's defeat in January 1981, Lucius is left to navigate a world where his former allegiances are now dangerous. He must find a way to protect his family while maintaining his status in the wizarding community. Publicly, he distances himself from Voldemort's ideology, using his cunning and resources to reshape his image. Narrowly avoiding imprisonment, he’s stuck with the story that he was coerced into serving the Dark Lord. “Didn’t you hear? Abraxas and Lucius Malfoy claim they were under the Imperius the entire time. What a load of bollocks.” Privately, however, Lucius remains a complex character, grappling with his beliefs and the reality of a world without the Dark Lord’s influence. All that’s left is to quiet the discontented, marry Narcissa, and create the next Malfoy heir. Surely, it couldn’t be that difficult.

[lucimalfoys]

Character Basics

Character name: Lucius Abraxas Malfoy Age & Birthday: 27, December 27, 1954 Gender & Pronouns: Cis-male, he/him Occupation: Independently Wealthy (still making money from the Malfoy Apothecary) Blood Status: Pureblood Previous House: Slytherin Previous Affiliation: Death Eater Face Claim: Austin Butler Patronus: He’s never been able to successfully form a patronus, and it’s a topic of contention. Due to his intrigue with the Dark Arts, he doesn’t have the mental ability to create one. Wand: Elm wood with dragon heartstring core–a family heirloom concealed inside of a snake cane.

BIOGRAPHY:

Born as the sole heir to the Malfoy name, Lucius has been doted on since birth. Though his relationship with his parents has left something to be desired, he’s always loved being a Malfoy. While at Hogwarts, he excelled at the subjects he deemed worthy and was a Chaser on the Slytherin Quidditch Team for five years. From a young age, he’d been betrothed to the youngest Black sister, who he spent quite a bit of time with during their school years. It might not be a choice they each made, but there were far worse options in his mind. As long as she didn’t follow Andromeda’s lead, he suspected Narcissa would be the perfect wife for him.

Upon graduation, he found himself plunged into his father’s circle of Death Eater friends. As was expected of him, he needed to take the Mark and join the cause–something that he was more than willing to do at the time. The growing inclusion of Muggle blood in their world troubled him, and, because he was Abraxas’s son, he very quickly became one of Voldemort's most trusted Death Eaters. 

Unlike some of the others, Lucius didn’t entirely enjoy getting his hands dirty. At least not with violence. His main method of action involves using his wealth, influence, and connections to support Voldemort's cause. In his mind, lining the pockets of a Ministry official here and there is no cause for concern. During the War, he and his father were entrusted with keeping Voldemort’s Diary–now known as a Horcrux–safe. The thing is, and Lucius is perhaps too embarrassed to admit it, but he didn’t know exactly what the Diary was when they had it in their possession. He suspects his father knew the full story, but once Lucius knew the truth, he wasn’t exactly devastated when Severus swiped it from under him. Narcissa had been around it on more than one occasion, and he didn’t like the idea of his future wife falling prey to such a thing. Even if he believed in the cause.

As the tide began to turn against Voldemort, Lucius found himself in a precarious position. While he’s grown up with Pureblood supremacy at the forefront of his mind, he also knows the Malfoy name needs to remain unsullied. Above all, their family is meant to be one of the oldest and well-known families in their entire world. A member of the Sacred 28. They could never be seen on a losing side, especially if it involved prison time for him and his father. The Malfoys weren’t felons–they were practically Wizard Royalty. After all, their money and wealth could even be traced back to the Muggle Royal Family. They were simply held to a higher standard than some of the unsavory… beings who graced Voldemort’s ranks.

After Voldemort's defeat in January 1981, Lucius is left to navigate a world where his former allegiances are now dangerous. He must find a way to protect his family while maintaining his status in the wizarding community. Publicly, he distances himself from Voldemort's ideology, using his cunning and resources to reshape his image. Narrowly avoiding imprisonment, he’s stuck with the story that he was coerced into serving the Dark Lord. “Didn’t you hear? Abraxas and Lucius Malfoy claim they were under the Imperius the entire time. What a load of bollocks.” Privately, however, Lucius remains a complex character, grappling with his beliefs and the reality of a world without the Dark Lord’s influence. All that’s left is to quiet the discontented, marry Narcissa, and create the next Malfoy heir. Surely, it couldn’t be that difficult.

[basilly]

°𐐪𐑂♡𐐪basilly’s 750 event!𐑂♡𐐪𐑂°

oh my gosh thank you all so much for all these followers and the opportunity to even do things like this to you all! i’m actually doing a conjoined event! so @youtubesthings​  & @writinginnit​ will be writing these as well!

*update as of 3/30/21 im getting help from @inniterhq , @dysfunctionalcrab & @dreamiewrites !

our event is pick a cc + au! drabbles(100-600 words) - we will cap it off at 65 requests! send the requests to me and then ill respond with the link to @youtubesthings​, @writinginnit​ , or mine!

event is closed

requests: closed! (31/31) *first come first serve* *requests may take up to a couple weeks, we are working as fast as we can!* *reg requests will be closed to focus on my event! but requests that came before will still be written- other reg requests during the event will be paused*

rules: - pick an au and a cc and send it through using an ask to my account! - depending on the ask, minors may be written romantically (depends on the writer) - if you want, add details and/or pronouns! - all regular requesting rules apply - for soulmate au!s, it can be platonic soulmates

who i write for:  c! and irl! - romantic or platonic: wilbur, quackity, karl - platonic only: ranboo, tommy, tubbo, philza, purpled

who @youtubesthings​ writes for:  c! and irl! - romantic or platonic: dream, sapnap, georgenotfound, sam, fundy + ones above! - platonic only: tommy, tubbo, & ranboo

who @writinginnit​ writes for: c! and irl! - romantic or platonic: dream, georgenotfound, sapnap, badboyhalo, wilbur, nihachu, tubbo, tommyinnit, quackity, karl, funy, eret, ranboo, awesamdude, captain puffy, jschlatt, slimcicle, purpled, foolish, & hannah rose - platonic: philza, techno

au!s: 1. hogwarts/harry potter  . fundy . karl x hufflepuff!reader . karl x slytherin!reader . slytherin!wilbur x hufflepuff!reader . wilbur x ravenclaw!reader 2. royalty/medival-ish . ranboo . wilbur  3.soulmate (pick a subgroup) . karl (mix of au!s) - soulmate’s name on your wrist . wilbur . p!philza (parental) . george - can’t see color until you meet your soulmate . p!SBI - red string of fate ties soulmates together . tommy (romantic) . quackity . dream . ranboo

. sapnap - you meet each other once on each other’s 18th birthday 4. in-game/dream smp . dream (angsty) 5. cafe!au . p!SBI 6. wrong number!au . karl 7. Body swap  . tommy (angsty,violence, in game) . tommy & tubbo switch (angst)  8. bookshop/library!au 9. bakery!au . dream . quackity 10. blind date!au . wilbur 11. Meet on vacation 12. neighbor!au  . tommy . karl . niki 13. Childhood Friends!au 14. Flowershop!au . wilbur . tommy

example request: congrats on 750!! can i rq event au 1 w/ karl? (romantic, I am a (hogwarts house), pronouns are:___)

*duplicate requests are counted as one*

[ama0310]

His Angel (Regulus Black)

Character: Regulus Black Requested: No Type: Angst/Fluff

Summary: Regulus is engaged to a fellow pure-blood Slytherin; the only people who know are other Slytherins.  One day the Marauders think it would be funny to mess with his fiancee. They soon regret it.

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The environment was warm though everywhere she looked, it was dark. Astoria did very much enjoy going over to the Black's Manor. Walburga and Orion both approved of the young Slytherin and treated her as their own. Of course, if she were any other blood status, she wouldn't have been accepted.

But thankfully, that wasn't the case.

Astoria comes from a long line of rich and powerful pure-blood Slytherins. The Vadieux. Besides the Gaunts and Blacks, the Vadieux was wizarding royalty. Everyone worshipped the ground they walked on, especially the oldest Vadieux daughter--Astoria.

She was beautiful. Her charcoal shoulder length curled hair brought out her porcelain skin and bright green eyes. She was breathtaking. Every girl wanted to be her, and every guy wanted to be with her.

Guys from every house tried to win the fifth year Slytherin, but no luck. From first years to seventh years from Hufflepuff to even Gryffindor, all the bachelors tried, and every time, she shut them down.

There was only one boy she would ever accept, and it was her best friend.

"Your father has been asking for your presence at the dining hall. I took the pleasure to be the one to call for you." Speaking of the devil and he shall appear.

Astoria looked up from the book she's been staring at for the last few minutes. She couldn't help but smile at the young boy at her door, "Regulus, I didn't know you arrived. Salazar, my parents, will murder me."

Regulus chuckled at the distressed girl putting on her heels and patting down her dress. She then looked up at Regulus and twirled, "How do I look?"

His eyes gleamed at the beautiful girl in front of him. Since they were little, they used to always hang out. They were each other's best friends.

They went through thick and thin together. He adores her. She was the one who was there after Sirius left. She listened to his cries, wiped his tears, and made his days better.

She was his angel.

Her black dress hugged her curves in the best way. Her curly hair was bouncing around while her bright green eyes sparkled through the dim lights. She looks beautiful.

"You look like an angel. My angel." She looked up at him smiling brightly. His words made her heart flutter. She then hugged him real tight. His arms instantly went around hers tightly. They both sighed in content.

Sadly knowing their parents were both waiting downstairs, he reluctantly pulled back, "Not that I don't enjoy having you in my arms, angel, but our parents will probably have our heads if we don't go down in this instant."

She nodded, knowing it was true. She then pecked his cheek, "By the way, you look very dashing. Who knew the noble Regulus Black could clean up so well?"

He jokingly rolled his eyes and held his arm out for her to wrap hers around. They both made their way downstairs to see her house-elf  Minnie waiting.

"Master was telling Minnie to wait for young Mister Black and Miss Astoria. Everyone is at the dining table. Minnie can accompany you to the dining hall." She then walked quickly towards the dining room. The door opened, and her eyes widen in shock. She thought it would be a small dinner, not one including the families of every Slytherin known to man.

"Regulus, thank you, my boy, for bringing Astoria down. Minnie, you can go and start serving the dinner." Her father's voice boomed throughout the room.

Regulus gave him a charming smile, "Of course, Mr.Vadieux." Then they both took their seat next to their family. Of course, Regulus had to be a bit extra and pull her seat out and push her in, then getting to his seat.

Everyone ate in silence once the house-elves served the food thankfully, Astoria was sat with one of her friends from Hogwarts and was chatting until her father cleared his throat, making everyone look up at him.

"I'm sure plenty of you are confused on why we called for a short noticed dinner for everyone. My wife and I were too excited to keep the secret for much longer. Orion, my friend, would you like to do the honors?" She could see her father gleaming from ear to ear. She looked at Regulus, giving him a confused look, only for him to quickly look to the ground.

"Well, I'm proud to announce that there will be a new union." Whispers broke out. Everyone except for the Blacks and her parents looked confused. "The union of my son, Regulus Arcturus Black, and the lovely Astoria Nova Vadieux." Every pure-blood family claps loudly. Astoria's eyes widened at her name. She blinked a few times trying to assimilate what she just heard.

She was just fifteen. She couldn't already be betrothed. She knew it was coming, but she didn't think it was going to happen that soon. Albeit it could have been someone much older and much worst.

She tried to get Regulus's attention but it seemed as if he was trying to avoid it. Did he already know beforehand about the union? No he couldn't have, Regulus would've told her.

She jumped when she felt a hand on her shoulder, it was her future father-in-law.

"My dear Walburga and I always thought of you as a Black and now you finally will be. Isn't this magnificent?" He boasted causing everyone to murmur in agreement.

"Of course Mr. Black, may I just ask...uh-when will the wedding take place?" The murmurs stopped.

"Well since you become of age around October of your seventh-year, you will get married during Christmas break of that year. Would that be a problem?" She knew that question was moreso to see if she was eager to get married.

Though she didn't like the idea of it she nodded faking a smile, "Of course Mr.Black. I was just wondering since that year would be NEWTS and I would love to plan my wedding."

He seemed to buy it and gave her a smile as Walburga pulled her into a hug. Everyone congratulated her and after a couple of hours it was only her family and the Blacks.

She hasn't spoken to Regulus since the moment they entered the dining hall. It seemed like he was avoiding her until he finally got the courage to grab her hand and drag her outside of the dining hall as their families were talking.

They entered the library that was next to their parents and sat down next to each other. Astoria didn't know how to start it but she did have questions she needed answers.

She looked up at him and muttered, "Did you know?" He stared at her for what seemed like forever until he nodded slowly looking back down to his feet. She could feel the anger coursing through her body. "And why did you not tell me of it? Did you think it was not important enough to tell your best friend that she will be your future wife at the tender age of seventeen?!

He grabbed her hand lightly making her shut up, "I did not want to scare you. I know that you were dreading the person that your parents were going to pick and I did not want you to think any less of me.

She gave him a look, "Did you really think I would think less of you? It is an arranged marriage! Neither of us has a choice in this. If you think I would have been mad at you because you are my betrothed then you do not know me at all." She poked him in the chest. "I am only mad that you knew of this information and did not utter a single word to me. How long have you known?"

"A couple months now." She hit his arm in annoyance.

"How dare you Regulus Arcturus Black? How dare you keep this a secret from me for this long? You've seen me weep for my life because I thought my parents were going to give me Lucius and you knew it was you this whole time?" She hit him again in the arm. When she went to do it again he grasped her wrist hard enough to stop her from hitting him, but softly enough to not bruise her.

"Bloody hell Angel can you stop whacking me for a bloody second and let me explain." Once he felt like she calmed down he let her wrist go. "My parents told me a few months ago. My mother knew we were close so she fought a lot for this union so did our father. Your parents were choosing between Lucius and I. Since your parents saw how close we are they allowed our engagement to happen. Thank Merlin, I don't know what I would've done if you became a Malfoy."

She whacked him again, "Just as bad as being a Black."

He rolled his eyes and then they both sat in a comfortable silence. "Are you okay with this?" She looked up at him confused. He cleared his throat. "Are you okay with marrying me?"

She could tell from his expression that he was nervous for her answer. She could tell that this moment could alter both of their future.  Was she okay with it? She knows it could've been so much worst. She just wished she had more time.

"Reg..." She lightly caressed the side of his face. "You know how I feel for you. I bloody adore you and you know that. Of course I'm okay with marrying you. I just wished we had more time and that this..." She waved a hand between the both of them. "...wouldn't be forced."

He lifted her face towards his, "This wasn't forced Angel. Sure the timing is a bit rushed but we both knew we were going to end up with each other. Well at least I knew..."He gave her a sheepish look, "More so I hoped we would."

She quirked an eyebrow, "What are you trying to say?"

He gave her a sigh and went to retrieve something from his pocket. It was green velvet box. Her eyes widened even more when he opened it. It was a beautiful silver ring with diamonds all over the band. Embedded in the center surrounded by diamonds was a huge bright green emerald that screamed Slytherin. It was the most beautiful ring Astoria ever laid her eyes on.

He gently took it out of the box and expected it, "I got this ring a  month after I knew of our union. If you can't tell I'm very pleased that you are my fiancee or well soon to be and I'm very happy that you will be my future wife. You are the only person that gives my life meaning. In all of our years of knowing each other you have never left me. You were always there even when I thought I wanted to be alone. You never left me and you do not understand how much that means to me. I'm not very good at expressing my emotions,"

She snorted at his comment making him give her a pointed look. "What I'm trying to say is that I liked you the moment you shared with me your fear of the ocean to make me feel better of my fear of birds. And I fell in love with you the moment you slapped Sirius in the face last year to avenge me. I hoped to Merlin that I would be the one your parents chose. I would not know what I would've done if you were in the hands of Malfoy."

He took a breath and looked up at her. Her beautiful green eyes were overwhelmed with tears. Her heart was soaring. "Astoria Nova Vadieux, the one person my heart has and will only ever beat for, I know this seems rushed, but our connection is so much stronger than friendship and I know you feel the same. I promise  you my sweet and pure angel, that I will protect you, stand by you, be there for you, love you until my last dying breath and even then Merlin himself would not be able to stop me from continuing that promise. Astoria, my angel, will you make me the happiest wizard in the whole galaxy and marry me?"

Tears fell from her eyes and she nodded throwing herself at him. Arms secured around each other. She couldn't care less about the ring all she wanted was to be in Regulus' arms for as long as possible. His words made the love she had for him sky rocket. She knew their connection was stronger then just friendship, it was that neither of them had the bravery to say something. They weren't Gryffindors.

Once they pulled back he wiped her tears, "Bloody hell angel how do you still look beautiful when your're crying?" She laughs as he lightly puts the ring on her finger. They both stared at her finger then she felt fingers below her chin. She didn't know they were both leaning towards one another until their nose were touching. "I really want to kiss you." He whispers looking at her lips and then back at her. "May I? May I kiss you?" She nods, but that wasn't the answer he was looking for. "Words Angel. I need to hear you say it. "

"Yes..."She whispered. He gave her a small smile before finally kissing her. Time stopped. It was only them two. Though the engagement did come in a rush it did not stop fireworks that erupted the moment the ringer slid on her finger or the very moment where his lips landed on hers for the first time.

They both pulled away smiling at each other, "Wow."

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Astoria was walking down the halls of Hogwarts with her friend Lucinda and her other friend Marney. They decided to have a girls day that Saturday and have a picnic by the Great Lake. Though she was a bit hesitant to go her friends reassured her that they would have their picnic far enough to not scare her, but to enjoy the scenery.

After walking a good distant they placed their blanket down and their snacks out on the ground.

"How's your engagement with Regulus going?" Her friend asked and she smiled.

"It's perfect. I can't believe how much I adore him. He literally is the one person I want to be with for the rest of my life. I'm not going to lie I was a bit scared that when we arrived here that he might be cold towards me since he has a reputation to live by, but he is so sweet. Merlin blessed me with someone as perfect as my Regulus." The girls awed at their blushing friend. They were happy that their youngest friend was happy. They were betting on their relationship for the longest and were happy to know that they were doing splendid.

Unbeknownst to the girls, four boys were watching their every move.

"Guys I don't think this is a good idea." Remus chimes looking at the three smirking boys. "Padfoot you can't actually believe this will end well? She's your brother's  fiancee."

Sirius shrugs, "I'm sure it's an arrange marriage and we all know those are loveless. I'm sure he won't mind plus it's just for fun."

"Yeah Moony lighten up. Mates, you ready?" The two other boys nodded as Remus just sat down giving up on stopping them.

"Accio wands." Peter whispered and all of their wands were in his hand in a matter of seconds. He smiled as James patted him on the back.

Fortunely for them, the girls did not realize their wands were missing because they were talking and eating.

"Wormtail go and gather some people and hurry back show starts in five minutes." James calls out making the boy nod and run off.

After a few minutes the boys sees a group of people following Peter. He's running down towards them with his thumbs up.

"Guys I really don't think this is a good ide-"

"Shh Moony. Three...two...one..." James counts down as Remus shakes his head.

Sirius points his wand to the girls and whispers, "Oppugno"

The little flock of birds were speeding like a hail of bullets towards the girls, who just realized that the birds were heading directly at them.

The girls yelped and covered their faces with their hands, but the birds attacked, pecking and clawing at every bit of flesh they could reach.

They were nipping at their robes, their hair, and any skin they could find. The girls were screaming and all they could hear was the laughing of their fellow peers because Peter was smart enough to not tell the Slytherins of their certain plan. Astoria tried to find her wand but she couldn't see it anywhere.

"Luci, where the bloody hell did you put the wands." She screamed grabbing the blanket and whacking some of them off.

"If I bloody knew I would've stopped these birds." Her friend screamed back trying to get the birds off her.

The crowd behind them started laughing really hard at the struggling Slytherins. Though they were the nicest of the bunch they were Slytherins after all.

The birds seemed to have a liking towards Astoria and kept picking harder at her than the other two. She tried to run, but to her luck, she ran closer and closer to the lake until she tripped and fell into the water.

All Astoria felt was panic.

Drowning was her biggest fear. That's how she lost her youngest brother. Her little brother was unattended for a mere second and he made his way to the backyard and fell right in. The only person who saw was Astoria and at the time she was five and tried her best to swim to him, but to no avail. If her mother didn't make it as soon as she did she would've lost both her son and her daughter.

Since then she refused to go anywhere near a big body of water unless people were with her and they stayed a good amount of distance away from it.

She tried to swim, but she couldn't. The selkies weren't making it any easier. She feels sharp pains aimed at her head and pressure on her eyes. Her lungs are on fire. She starts panicking which only makes it worse. Then after a few seconds, she starts feeling tired. And then her eyes closed.

Everyone seemed to not notice that she wasn't coming up from the water until Severus Snape finally heard of the commotion and ran out of the Great Hall with some of his Slytherin friends.

"What's going on here?" He asked a Hufflepuff who was red from laughing.

He pointed towards what he saw was two girls getting attacked by birds, "Sirius cast a spell on those three Slytherins over there."

"Three? I only see two?" That comment made the group stop. Severus took out his wand and casted a spell to stop the birds from attacking the girls. He and the other Slytherins rushed to the two girls who fell from exhaustion on the ground.

The Marauders gave each other a look and ran over to the group.

"Lucinda? Marney? What are you doing here?" Severus asked looking at the girls who had their clothes ripped apart with small wounds caused by the birds.

"W-we wanted to have a girl's day with Astoria so we came here. Then out of nowhere birds came. So many birds." She started crying as Marney nodded and looked traumatized.

Severus' face paled, "Bloody hell if you're here....where is Astoria?" The two girls looked at each other and got up quickly. The girls froze when they saw the blanket they remembered she was using half in the lake. Severus looked at their eyesight and stared at the girls in fear. "Merlin...someone get Mrs. Pomfry now."

"Lucinda go get Regulus." The girl nodded running with the other Slytherins to get help. "What do we do Severus?"

"Do you need any hel-" Remus tried to ask but was ultimately interrupted by Severus glaring at the group.

"Do you really have the audacity to offer help when you caused all of this? Is this fun for you lot? Terrorizing innocent people?" He yelled finally having enough of their bullying ways. Everyone thought they were funny and it were all jokes but today proved it's not.

Marney grabbed onto Severus' arm, "That's not going to solve anything. She's still in there....and Severus I don't see any bubbles." She cried out.

Severus takes his robes and shoes off and jumps into the lake after taking a deep breath. Marney gasps and starts to follow suit but was stopped when James grabs a hold of her.

"I swear to Salazar I hope they expel each and every one of you for doing this. Who's bloody idea was it?" Marney demanded and they all pointed to Sirius. Her eyes grew wide.

"You? Out of all people you? She's going to be your bloody sister-in-law you git!" She slaps him hard across the face. "She's Regulus' fiancee. Did you not think of what he is going to do to you when he sees what you done? I bloody hope he murders your dimwitted arse."

She was about to slap him one more time when she hears more footsteps heading towards them.

"Where is she?" The rush voice of the one and only Regulus Black. Lucinda was running behind him. "Where the bloody hell is she?"

Regulus was a very reserved boy. The only times people have seen him aggressive was during quidditch.  But this Regulus stalking over towards the group was not the reserved boy people know him to be. He was livid.

"Severus went in and he's still hasn't come out yet. Dammit, I shouldn't have insisted to come here. She didn't want to and we pressured her. Godric, Regulus I'm so sorry." Lucinda cried out as Marney wraps her arms around her also tearing up.

Regulus took his coat off and went straight towards the lake, but before he could make it inside Severus pushed Astoria's body towards him. He immediately grabbed onto her laying her beside the lake while Marney and Lucinda went to grab onto Severus.

Something was wrong. Her skin was light blueish. He could also see the rips of her clothing from the birds he heard attacked her. Her lips were purple and chapped. But the worst of it all she was emotionless and cold.  Her state was going to be embedded in his mind forever. It would be in his nightmares and become his new boggart.

"Merlin Angel, what happened." He whispered to himself feeling tears well up. He immediatley put his fingers to her pulse and sighed in relief to hear it. Though it was very faintly.  He then places his hands at the center of her chest and pushes hard and fast twice per second. He then checks for breathing and groans. "Come on Angel please stay with me."

The people all gathered around him. The Marauders couldn't believe their eyes. Sirius out of all of them couldn't even look at the pair and looked guilty at the ground.

After a few more compressions she finally spat out crazy amounts of water and started taking deep breaths. Lucinda and Marney cried in glee, Severus sighed in relief, and Regulus pulled her towards him.

He didn't care if she was soaking him. He needed to feel her skin on his. He needed to feel her breathing.  He just needed her because he almost lost her.

"Merlin...Mister Black, please carry her back to the infirmary so we can fix her up." He hears the nurse arrive. He wraps his jacket around her to block the people from seeing her like this.  He then proceeds to carry her in his arms and starts running towards Hogwarts not before giving his brother a long and cold glare.

Severus, Marney, and Lucinda stayed back to glare at the Marauders.

"Loo-"

"No you look Black, you almost murdered your brother's girl and our friend and you don't even care!" Lucinda exclaims as the boys winced.

"I think maybe murder is a bit of a stretch...."James mutters defensively, but Marney only gave him a look ready to slap the magic out of him when a voice chimed in.

"Hey! No hitting someone or else I'm going to have to write you up and I'm sure your house doesn't need any more of those." The group turns to look at the redhead who was walking towards them. The Slytherins including Severus rolled their eyes at the head girl. Yes, he still had feelings for the girl but he could admit at times she was very biased towards James and his group of gits.

"Being house prejudice now huh red? What happened to the fair and sweet Lily Evans that we use to tolerate? Now even your presence makes me want to hex you to oblivion." Marney added giving her a wicked smirk. James went to defend his girl, but Lily thought she would take matters into her own hands.

"At least I'm not a pure-blood supremacist. Now tell me why you were about to smack my boyfriend or else I'll have to tell Professor McGonagall." She bit back making Snape roll his eyes.

"Well, Evans your boyfriend and his band of idiots thought it would be funny to use the Oppugno jinx on three Slytherin fifth-years to the point where one fell into the Great Lake and almost drowned. So go ahead and tell McGonagall but please call us down so we can enjoy seeing these four finally getting the expulsion they deserved since first year." Lucinda added giving Evans a fake smile. Lily turned to glare at the Marauders and James looked like a puppy with its tail between its legs.

Lily then ran a hand through her red locks, "I'm sure it wasn't their intention to cause that much dam-"

Severus snorted making them all look at him, "Really Evans? That's what you're going with? You and I both know the old Lily would've personally asked for their expulsion if something like this occurred to someone you cared about. Salazar, Lily you really changed. At first, I was so obsessed with knowing what made you say yes to Potter. Why you chose him over me? But now I understand. Now I understand why you and James are so perfect for each other. Two incredibly dimwitted, filthy, arrogant, wizards that do not even have an ounce of decency nor compassion in their bodies. You do not see how Astoria was. A fifteen-year-old girl was close to death because of your boyfriend and friends. She had to relieve her brother's death all over again. But you don't even care. You would rather defend this...this lack of a man and these murderous gits than the innocent. I'm ashamed I ever called you a best friend." He exploded and barged away heading towards the infirmary.

The girls could see that James was about to run after Snape more so to demand respect for his girlfriend but Marney pulled him back and gave him the slap he deserved while Lucinda did the same to Sirius.

"Don't like how your girlfriend was being treated? Well, we could do worst. Maybe torment her until she finally leaves her house prejudiced ways or even let her bleed out all the filthy blood inside of her until she's nothing but a body." James glared at the young Slytherin. "Just know us Slytherins aren't scared to bite back. Our bite is poisonous so good luck protecting your house because you just declared war and we don't back down." Marney snapped at the Gryffindors and walked away.

Lucinda glared at the crew before locking eyes with Sirius, "If I were you I would hide. I'm sure Regulus will come and find you soon to pay for what you've done. Imagine your parent's reaction when they hear that you wanted to kill their future daughter-in-law. I'm sure they'll barge into the blood traitor's house and hopefully slaughter them all. But take my advice dear Sirius, Regulus won't be happy with you."

"He's my broth-"

"Really? I thought Potter was? You did leave Regulus alone and headed straight to Potter's house. The only person who was there for him was Astoria. He will never forgive you and that I can promise." She glared at the crew and went to follow Marney towards the infirmary.

"You are bloody idiots. I'm going to have to report this and don't even try to give me those looks. I can try to lessen your punishment but you all brought it upon yourselves. And Sirius." The boy looked up seeing her cold stare. "Fix this." She then stalked away with James at her tail apologizing.

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It's been two days since the incident and currently, Regulus was sitting next to his sleeping fiancee. Her skin finally regained its color. Her lips now back to the beautiful blush he adored. Her body now as warm as her heart.

He couldn't believe how close he was to losing her. The second he saw her eyes closed, her skin blue, and her touch ice-cold, he panicked. She was his angel and he would never be able to lose her.

He's been in the infirmary since she's got there. He hadn't gone to class though Mrs. Pomfrey kept nagging him. He hasn't slept nor showered. He just needed to be with her.

His eyes were now betraying him as he start closing them. His tiredness getting extreme, but he had to pull through. He knew she wouldn't be up for a while so he did the one thing he's been wanting to do: confront his brother.

And let me tell you this after the confrontation Sirius realized that he should've listened to Lucinda, he should've hidden.

[1littleshippergirl1]

Little info about this: it's like Canon, Harry defeated Voldemort but he and Tom Riddle are separate people. Tom and Harry are married, they dated during their Hogwarts years. Teddy has lived with them since Andie became too old to care for him. Technically Harry is supposed to be his dad, having adopted him but Teddy will still just think of him as his godfather

Also features soft!Tom b/c I can

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The day had given way to dark; the snow was still steadily falling down, covering everything out there thickly. Teddy pressed his nose against the chilly glass, looking over at the illuminating Christmas lights that the people that lived across the street still hadn't taken down. The red and green lights twinkled, giving off their respective colored shadows.

It was about to be an exciting evening; it was Tom's birthday and Harry had planned a small party for him. Mrs. Weasley had initially wanted them all to have the party at the Burrow but Harry gently declined. Teddy knew why; Tom wasn't fond of being around a lot of people. He was alright with the Weasleys (he and Percy talked the most) but their home was small and it allow them to spread out like he would have liked.

Another thing Tom didn't like was a fuss being made out of his birthday. He insisted nothing needed to be done this year. He'd never liked celebrating it, never had a reason to particularly care about it. Harry was determined to change that, which he had apparently been doing since they'd met before they were friends, while they were just friends and as they got together.

Harry told him the plan a week ago: they were to act like it was an ordinary day so Tom was none the wiser. Then at about ten at night, they would start putting together the dining room while Tom was off probably in the library or elsewhere. Teddy wryly told his godfather not to go overboard. He had a tendency to do, attempting to make up for the lack of real childhood he and Tom didn't get to have.

What they were both unaware was that Teddy had been planning something special for a while now. He'd asked Percy for help a few months ago and now everything was ready. His stomach fluttered and he felt quite jittery. He couldn't wait until Tom saw his gift!

"When's he coming?" Teddy was, admittedly, slightly impatient to get started.

"Soon," Harry grinned. "I'll have to go get him." That was likely true. Tom could get lost in whatever he found interesting, not noticing how the hours would pass until someone pulled him away.

"Get him for what?" Came a deep voice from behind. Tom paused, staring at the decorations and food that was placed on the table.

"Surprise!" Teddy said excitedly. "Happy birthday, Tom!"

It wasn't easy to make Tom speechless, downright impossible it seemed. But today they'd done it. They'd rendered him unable to say a thing.

"I thought you forgot?" Tom blinked. He looked to Harry for an explanation. Teddy had never seen him look so innocent before. Like a child that was seeing gifts under the Christmas tree.

Harry cupped Tom's cheek, caressing it with his thumb. Teddy pretended he didn't see a red flush come over Tom's face. The older man was embarrassed (and as a result--angry) whenever someone caught him like that. "Surely you didn't think so? I'd never forget, love. Neither would Teddy."

Harry pressed a kiss on Tom's lips, pulling back with a bright beam on his face. "Now that you're here, you can put on your birthday hat!"

"Birthday-no," Tom was shaking his head. "Absolutely not. I refuse to wear such a silly thing."

"You mean after all the time I took to make it?" Harry was being deliberately quiet, as if he were hurt. Teddy knew he wasn't. He was merely exploiting the emotions Tom insisted he didn't have. For a good cause.

Tom groaned. He actually groaned. "Very well. Give it to me."

Immediately, Harry beamed again. "Fantastic! Here you are!"

Teddy barely refrained from snickering.

His godfather said often Tom pranced around like he was royalty or something, so it was only fitting that he wear a handmade crown with the words Dark Lord Wannabe on it.

He had no idea what that was about but evidently they did. Harry looked like he was on the verge of laughter and Tom's eye twitched.

"There, don't you look adorable and non threatening," Harry laughed out loud.

Tom was disgruntled. "I despise you, Potter."

"Watch it," Harry wagged a finger, "you're a Potter now. Don't go self hating on my watch."

It was a curious thing. People would have expected Harry to take Tom's name, not the other way around. But Tom wasn't one to play by the rules. He wanted to rid himself of his surname as soon as possible, proclaiming that it meant nothing to him. During their vows, Tom quietly said that Potter served as a symbolic reminder of what Harry had given him: a family, friends, hope, love.

Tom rolled his eyes, motioning towards the table. "Shall we get on with this?"

"Would it kill you to be enthusiastic?" Harry remarked as his husband sat down in one of the chairs.

"Quite. It would be tragic to pass away on my birthday."

"I dunno, maybe it's some sort of luck to ring in the new year?" Harry said teasingly.

A sparkle of mischievousness came into Tom's eyes and he swatted at Harry's bum. Teddy grimaced and hoped they could keep themselves in tact until they were in the privacy of their bedroom.

"You're being awfully naughty , Tom."

"In that case, I give you full permission to punish me until my behavior is sufficient," Tom smirked.

Teddy wanted to gag. "You guys are gross."

They ignored him.

"Alright, birthday boy," Harry swooped down to kiss his forehead. "What are we doing first? You pick."

"I suppose gifts," Tom shrugged like he was indifferent to the whole thing but Teddy wasn't fooled. He knew the older man was dying to know what he was bought.

"Alright," Harry nodded. He started to reach for the nearest box which do happened to be Teddy's.

"Wait!" He said quickly, causing the two men to swivel their heads in his direction. "Er, do mine last."

Harry furrowed his eyebrows. "Okay... Open mine then, love." He handed Tom a small package.

It turned out to be a framed photograph of the first photo that was taken of them. Tom stroked it with a single finger. Teddy took a peek at it. They must have been no more than thirteen. Harry was laughing, ducking his head down as Tom threw a handful of snow on top his hair. At the last minute before the photo looped, they turned to smile at whomever was taking it. They were somewhat bashful , which was a funny look for them, especially Tom.

"Do you like it?" Harry asked, looking unsure. "I wasn't sure what to get you and Hermione suggested something sentimental and-"

Tom cut him off by pressing his lips against Harry's. When he was finished, he rested their foreheads together. "Thank you," He whispered.

"You really like it?" Harry had to clarify.

"I love it because it was from you."

Definitely not something most would think Tom Ri--Tom Potter would be caught saying.

They got through a few more gifts. Teddy observed how several emotions crossed Tom's face, though he would probably deny it. His heart began to thump the closer they were getting to when he would open Teddy's. He didn't know how the older man was going to react. Hopefully well.

"Alright, Teddy, your turn," Harry said cheerfully.

Teddy nervously presented Tom with the gift. The former Slytherin quirked an eyebrow. "You have to open it from the front," he explained, "so it's in order."

"Very well," Tom opened the box to revel folded up parchments. Teddy had been careful to keep it loose so nothing would wrinkle. "Every since I could remember, you've been around," Tom read aloud.

"You've taught me many things."

"You've given me confidence."

"You showed me how to negotiate better than anyone I know."

Harry snorted.

"But most of all, you've given me your love."

Tom wore an unreadable expression as he unrolled the last one, inhaling sharply. His eyes darted towards Teddy, who smiled hesitantly at him.

It took several moments for Tom to speak. "Are...are you sure, Teddy?"

"What?" Harry was curious and went to look. His eyes widened.

"I'm sure," Teddy said quietly. He stood in front of Tom and cleared his throat. "Tom Marvolo Potter, would you do me the honor of becoming my other dad?"

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Tom Marvolo Potter, formerly Riddle, never cried.

Not since he was a small child and his in the comfort of his assigned bedroom to escape the torment of the other children in the orphanage.

But here he was, nearly thirty years of age and his eyes had grown misty and a lump formed in his throat. At one point when he was a child, this was all he ever wanted until the dream seemed like it was never to be and faded away.

And now he had it.

The last part of his gift that he unrolled had been adoption papers. They all seemed to be in order. Only his signature was needed in a couple of spots.

"Come here," Tom croaked out.

Teddy practically leaped into his arms, burying his face in the crook of Tom's neck. One hand was on the back of the boy's head. Tom squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting those tears to fall. He heard Harry from behind him and felt him grip his shoulder.

"You know," Tom said when he properly regained his emotions in check, "you can't take this back. No matter how angry you get at me."

It was meant as a feeble joke but his voice was thick, unable to push those... feelings back like he would preferred.

Teddy pulled back, his eyes glistening with tears. He nodded. "I know."

"Teddy..." this came from Harry, utterly in disbelief. "How did you...when did you-"

"Percy," Teddy said with a smile. "He helped me with everything." He looked at Tom shyly. "So it's a yes, yeah?"

"A million times yes," Tom did a rare thing and kisses him on the forehead. He wasn't as physically affectionate as Harry but he hoped Teddy knew he cared. "Thank you, Teddy. This is the best gift I've ever been given."

"I think I've been upstaged," Harry laughed lightly. "No way I can top that."

For the rest of the evening, the rest of what was left of the year, they ate cake and drank pumpkin juice and enjoyed each other's presence. Tom was the lightest he'd been in years; he watched as Harry and Teddy laughed over something that was said with a look of fondness on his face.

Never did he imagine having all this. Back at the orphanage where he sat on his lumpy cot, knees pulled up to his chest, he thought he was doomed to a life of misery. No one ever came to see him and even at Hogwarts kids had avoided him.

And then he met Harry, who brightened up his entire world and gave him possibilities he didn't know existed.

And now he had a family. All of his own.

The clock struck midnight. Tom reached over to squeeze Harry's hand.

"What's that for?" Harry whispered.

"Just a thank you."

Harry was bemused. "For what?"

Lips caressed his temple. "Everything."

[josiecarioca]

On Severus’ robes, wizard and muggle clothes and the importance of fashion in “Post War”

In my post about Evelyn's teenage crush and Severus wizarding robes (makes sense in context), @hayalee8 asked me wether Evelyn will, at some point, wear wizarding robes.

Imma just take this opportunity to ramble a bit about fashion in “Post War” (because I was supposed to be doing something else, so this is what I´ll do now).

Some of you may have noticed that fashion is kind of a big deal in this story. 

Evelyn- I have talked in another post about how Evelyn performs her “traditional” femininity as a way to assert herself. Basically she dresses to feel powerful, and in some ways to control how other people react to her,  She dresses up for business meetings, parties and events in the same way a warrior would put on a suit of armor to go to battle. When she has lunch with Pavel/Dmitri to discuss the book deal she wears a hyper tailored purple dress (purple being the color of royalty, and the meticulous tailoring as a display of power). In her two first “official” dates with Severus she choses contrasting outfits: a white lace dress with a pink princess style coat (she´s meeting him in a church on Christmas, and goes for something that looks angelic, and makes her look more approachable) and for Severus birthday she wears a form-fitting emerald green dress with a plunging neckline (green is his favorite color other than black, the cleavage shows off the silver-green crucifix on her neck, slytherin colors, and by then their relationship has taken on some sexual elements, so the dress is more provocative.  Through the story she wears bright colors, particularly shades of red, high heels and bold jewelry in stark contrast to Severus who wears the same simple shapeless black outfits. She’s like a force of life bursting in when Severus is trying to figuratively “remain dead” . In the chapters that take place in Spain (when she and Severus are in a established relationship) her fashion choices also change slightly, she still wears loads of red, but there´s less structure and more sensuality: bare shoulders, long sundresses, sandals, loads of stark white, splashes of orange and blue and loads of rich, flowy fabric and flamenco inspired cuts.

Severus- Severus’s fashions are much simpler but they also tell a story. He starts the narrative wearing mostly slacks or jeans and turtlenecks, all in black (or very dark denim for the jeans). After the war,he´s left Hogwarts, and has lost much of his identity: he´s no longer a spy, no longer a teacher, and he´s hidding from wizard society, so in a way he´s no longer a wizard. But he doesn’t know how to be anything else, he´s built his entire persona on being a spy, a teacher and a wizard. Living among muggles he can no longer wear his robes, so he wears a “muggle version” of them, a sort of mockup. The black turtlenecks not only hides his neck scars, but they aslo serve as a simplified version of his teaching robes and figuratively keeps him “buttoned up”. The long sleeves and jackets hide the dark mark, but also cover him up in a way a cloak would have done before. When he leaves the house all he does is add layers, as if trying to protect himself from the outside world: scarves, jackets, boots. All black or grey, all clunky, shapeless and heavy. Is like he´s trying to turn himself into a shadow, to disappear. The first subtle change is the jumper Evelyn’s mother gives him as Christmas gift. It´s a moss green woolen Aran sweater with Evelyn´s family pattern on it (each family has its own knit pattern and this is an early indication that Severus will be part of this family soon). Originally it was meant for Evelyn´s father, but he died before it was finished, so in a way this foreshadows that Severus also symbolically steps into his shoes as  a male presence in a family that currently has none (as all men in the family passed away). From there on Severus receives small, subtle additions to his wardrobe. As his relationship with Evelyn grows closer the turtlenecks are replaced by button-up shirts or boatneck long sleeved shirts. Navy blue, lighter greys and different shades of green start to appear. Sometimes he rolls up the sleeves, leaving his forearms bare. Then, much like it happens to Evelyn, we get to the Spain chapters and his style changes significantly. He switches his color palette from dark blues, dark greens and dark greys to lighter blues, lighter greys and blueish greys. The Black is still there (pants, shoes, belts), but now there´s the final addition of white. It starts with white shirts and t-shirts, but then there’s *THE* white linen suit. This is Snape in all white. This is Snape ready to transition into a new life and come clean about his past. It´s a rebirth of sorts.

Soooooooooo...when he goes back to wearing wizarding robes, It IS going to be a big deal. Because this will be Snape reclaiming his old identity, but under new terms. He´s not a spy or a teacher, he’s a war “veteran”, a hero, and now he’s inequivocally one of “the good guys”. Also, with Dumbledore gone, he and Minerva are as close to a moral leadership as the trio and te former Hogwarts alumni have. More importantly, he´s the man Dumbledore trusted literally with his life. In a way, Dumbledore’s near “sanctity” has rubbed off on him a little. He won’t be wearing teacher robes, instead he´ll be wearing regular robes which have more color and richness to them. He doesn´t need to hide in all black now. He´s not Dumbledore´s shadow anymore. He is himself, finally with his own independent identity.

Which brings me back to @hayalee8 ´s question: Will Evelyn ever wear robes? 

Evelyn’ s persona, her sense of self is expressed through her clothes. It´s an important part of how she build her identity, and how she feels safe and confident to move in life. And those clothes are and have always been muggle clothes. That´s what she wore her whole life, it´s the “suit of armor” she´s comfortable with, and she knows exactly how to use and manipulate it to her own advantage. She *KNOWS* clothes and their impact, be it color, cut, lenght, pattern...So getting her into wizarding robes would be complicated, at least at first. It´s too foreign to her, too unlike what she´s used to, and the fact that her body is a huge part of her self-expression would mean that hiding it under yards of fabric would throw her off at first. HOWEVER, the magic world is also part of her ancestry, something she´d been chasing after her whole life even without knowing and her relationship with Severus reiforces the fact that this is her world too. She descends from wizards and witches, and she´s in love with a wizard. She can´t *just* be a muggle anymore. And as I said, Evelyn KNOWS what looks good on her and what impact she wants it to have.

So to answer the question: Yes, she will wear robes, but they will not be what an average witch would be wearing. They´ll be tailored to her, to the cuts, colors and patterns she knows work best from her experience with muggle fashion, and they´ll have a lot of muggle elements to them. 

[river--glass]

Reylo Fic Recs Long Ass Fics pt 2: Alternate Universe

Someone asked for fic recs 100K or over, so here they are. See Pt. 1 for Canon Verse or Alternate Canon Verse fics. (I haven’t read all of these- my personal comments are in bold)

Equilibrium by AttackoftheDarkCurses & thebuildingsnotonfire. (modern, E, 479K)

When Rey works up the nerve to ask Grand Master Luke Skywalker to train her, she makes friends and finds something deep and wonderful in the martial art known as Taekwondo.

She never thought the choice would change her life.

Alternatively, a (long) story of love, family, and Martial Arts.

The Heartbreak Prince by diasterisms. (Harry Potter, E, WIP) 

I swore I would never read Harry Potter AU’s or Works In Progress, but for this fic I broke both rules. This is, pun not intended, so magical in every way. It has me SHOOK and if somehow you haven’t heard of it yet, do yourself a favor and check it out!

In Living Memory by SpaceWaffleHouseTM. (multiple times, E, 221K)

Ben and Rey are rendered immortal after being struck by lightning at the precise same moment, and keep running into one another as the centuries drag on. Waffle’s stories are all amaaaaazing and you need to read ALL of them.

Hit Me With Your Best Shot by SageMcMae. (modern, E, 214k)

MMA fighter, Kylo Ren is suspended from the league and sentenced to community service at his uncle’s martial arts academy. There he meets Rey Niima, a recent graduate with a natural ability and incredible potential.

Soul Searching by OptimisticBeth. (AU, Modern, E, 205K)

A Soulmates AU in which Ben is horrified to find out he’s soulmates with his 16 year old student, ten years his junior. (no underage shenanigans) This fic fucked me up. The world building is so stunning. The story is rich with love and fluff, but oh the angst. Soooo much angst and emotional anguish and two people who are trying their best but just can't communicate for shit. The overall story is so beautiful and worth every heartbreaking moment. A happy ending WILL come!

Satan Wears a Rolex by AquaWolfGirl. (Modern, E, 205K)A Devil Wears Prada AU. Unfinished, but it’s fascinating and it ends well where it is.

Hiraeth by Ferasha. (1990′s, E, 204K)

An absolute angst and pain train of a historical war fic. This is not a comfort fic. It will fuck you up. But if you’re into that, the way they’ve woven canon plot in with the Yugoslav Wars is a masterpiece. It’s dark and gritty and will make you feel things.

Le Fin Du Fin by QueenOfCarrotFlowers @leofgyth. (Victorian, E, 196K) A Crimson Peak AU!!! This writer has never let me down.

A Proposal by Any Other Name by Lucidlucy. (Modern, E, 188) A Leap Year AU.

Salt in the Blood by Hagen. (9th century, E, 169K) Featuring pre-Norman invasion Ireland, selkies, love of the sea, and mythical creatures.

The Great Big No by dietplainlite. (1990′s, E, 165K)

Kylo Ren is third generation rock royalty, a reigning brat prince starting to feel the burn of the fame he reached for with both hands. Rey is an aspiring singer on the verge of a big break, provided her A&R guy still has a job by the time she reaches LA. Their paths have crossed briefly, disappointingly, before. What happens when they collide?

The Trail Bride by SecretReyloTrash. (AU, Wild West, E, 160K)

Rey Niima finds herself in a perilous situation when her husband dies at the start of their journey West. From the few bachelors on the trail in her party; she attaches herself to the best of her options- mysterious Banker Ben Solo. A really interesting, amazing piece. Lots of introspection, and a heart wrenchingly real look into abuse and recovery. I emotionally digested for days.

The Sacred Texts by Eskayrobot & Poaxath. (Modern, E, 159K)

Doing the Unstuck by slipgoingunder. (Modern, E, 158K) A When Harry Met Sally AU.

The Mating Service by AlbaStarGazer. (Modern A/B/O, E, 146K)

If Rey had known how quickly she would find her biological mate and alpha through the world wide mating service, 'Match,' she might have considered signing up years ago.

Unravel Me by UnderTheCancerMoon. (Modern, E, 145K)

Rey and Ben push and pull their way through their 20's, experiencing the love, success, loss, and challenges that make life rich.

Fire Away by Daisyflo. (Modern, E, 141K)

The Witch in the Wood by HarpiaHarpyja @thisgarbagepicker & Inmyownidiom. (Fantasy, E, 138K)

I cannot say enough good things about this fic. It’s serving you knight Kylo and witch Rey and so so many good feelings. Sure there’s some angst and dark magic and some struggles but mostly this is a lovely Ghibli-esque story about two people living in a treehouse and talking to animals and having a really good life! Everything HarpiaHarpyja writes is magic.

Snow Without Winter by neonheartbeat. (Renaissance, E, 138K) 

If you’re into serious historical fics (this once features catholicism and Rome in 1492) this is for you.

Lemon-hot Summer by IshaRen & pr3tty_g1rl5. (Modern, E, 130K).

In which Ben is the horniest virgin alive and Rey is bored and looking for something (or someone) to do.

Stranger Than Fiction by daxcat79. (Modern, E, 127K). Grumpy writer Ben and sunshine muse Rey.

Like Red But Not Quite by @kylotrashforever. (Modern, E, 126K) KTF is a god-tier reylo writer and you need to do yourself a favor and go read everything they have ever written.

Dark Water by LinearA. (1950′s, E, 125K)

The North Shore by @strawberrycupcakehuckleberrypie. (Modern, E, 125K)

Notting Hill vibes. Actor Ben meets shop owner Rey, and both their lives are changed instantly. It’s mostly about them both being smitten and starting a really good life together!! Lovely!

Stars In My Pockets (Wear Daisies In My Hair) by LostInQueue. (Modern, E, 125K). A Reylogan fic.

we could plant a house, we could build a tree by like_a_dove. (Modern, E, 124K).

An absolute classic. It’s about growing pains and growing feelings - the transition from childhood into adulthood and all the messy bits in between. God, it will hurt you. Badly. But it’ll be so, so worth it.

go i know not whither and fetch i know not what by voicedimplosives. (1990′s, E, 118K)

Russian Mafia AU!! A truly beautiful piece of work. Great plot,great smut, great Bendemption arc. It’s an emotional rollercoaster that’s fully worth the ride.

Souviens-toi de moi by Maniable. (Modern/historical, E, 117K)

Disconnect by Weatherbug02. (Modern, E, 115K) 

Candyleg by 5cents. (1950′s, E, 115K)

The girl was too young, but old enough to have a hustler’s-eye view of her own bleak future. The boys were paying her to do a snow job on a candyleg, but she was beginning to love her work and love Solo, and she decided to stick with him till death did them part...

Baby, It’s Just Biology by polkadotdotdot. (Modern A/B/O, E, 112K)

Only If You Want To by Violetwilson. (Modern, M, 111K)

Personal security expert (and occasional under-the-table hitman) Kylo Ren has a strong feeling about the cute dive bar waitress with the strange bruises and the vicious wit. She's either a victim or the weirdest criminal he's ever met. Possibly both.

Ileenium Manor by WaterlilyRose. (AU, victorian, E, 109K)

Leia’s maid Rey instantly hates Lord Ben when he comes to take over the household. She can’t hate him for too long as he starts to pursue her. If you’re in the mood for a sweet but angsty Lord/Maid fic, this is for you.

Kohelet 3:16 (Call Me A Cab) by LinearA. (Modern, E, 108K)

Ruby Woo Red by HeartSabers. (Modern, E, 107K) Featuring makeup artist Rey and TV star Kylo.

Sixth Year by witheyesclosed. (Harry Potter, M, 107K)

The one where Ravenclaw Rey gets paired with Slytherin Ben in Potions and ohmygod he’s hot now

Lockjaw by bitterbones. (zombie apocalypse, M, 106K)

A Song of Trash and Fire: Ben and Rey Make a Porno by HarpiaHarpyja & sunshineflying. (Modern, E, 106K) 

With the help of rich Unca Wanwo, flagrant misuse of Ben's creative writing degree, and copious amounts of coffee, Ben and Rey put together the porno of the century, starring themselves and their friends . . . with interesting results.

The Hypnotist by Pandora_Spocks. (Modern, E, 104K)

From a galaxy far, far away, soulmates Ben and Rey have been reincarnated on Earth to resolve their karma. Dr. Ben Solo is a charismatic hypnotist to whom present day Reychelle Lumen has been referred to for help with her nightmares.

Score by SpaceWaffleHouseTM. (Modern, E, 104K)

Ben's friends convince him to take the Rice Purity Test, but when he and Rey are revealed to have the highest scores of their friends, they quickly form a pact to beat Poe's out by the end of the semester. I loved this! Its so so sweet and funny and all from Ben’s POV. Sweet, sweet pining Ben.

The World Shifts (And I Am Better Here) by lachesisgrimm. (Fantasy, E, 102K)

Once upon a time there was a beggar girl whose parents sold her to a thief, and she was very unhappy.--In which prophecy is used with malicious intent, and the universe exerts itself to correct the problem.

for @scarletvizhlovers

[darkestdawnhq]

ANTONIN DOLOHOV is a 26 year old PUREBLOOD, a former SLYTHERIN, and a HITWIZARD who is a DEATH EATER and uses HE/HIM pronouns. They are categorized as CODE ONE. They are currently CLOSED.

The Earth shook when you were born | Bared teeth and clenched fists, you took on the world head first | Underground fighting pits and eyes hollowed by a war that seems like it never ended | Not for you anyway.

HISTORY.

His mother was alone when he was born, his father busy ruling over the magical bratva. He had stared up at the young woman who held him in her arms, as she’d whispered about the greatness that he would wield. Volchonok, she’d said, her wolf cub.

Antonin was born not far from Moscow. Naturally, Antonin was sent to Durmstrang where he was practically royalty. The professors feared him and the wrath of his father, whilst his peers all but worshipped him. For everyone knew his father and what he could do. Adrik Dolohov, The Pakhan, the boss of the magical Soviet underworld. A cesspool for corruption, too far entwined with politics to be touchable and as a result, Antonin was much of the same. It was in his 5th year that his father deemed it necessary to send his only son to Hogwarts. He’d been initiated the Summer previously, beat to almost a pulp, tortured to see how much the heir could withstand. The move to England would be a tactical one, for there were whispers of dark activity stirring in the United kingdom and Dolohov senior hoped that in having his son closer to all the action, he would have all the necessary intel at his fingertips. Antonin was naturally sorted into Slytherin where his ambition was fed and prospered. Initially the young heir did not take the change to Hogwarts well. While he had always had a temper, it was positively volatile in this foreign land. It took him a complete year before he stopped requesting his mother send him his favourite Russian sweets and another 6 months before he realised that he truly did enjoy leek pie. However, it wasn’t simply the English food that kept him in the country, but a man named Tom Riddle and his cause.

Antonin’s father agreed to allow him to stay past his schooling years, seeing that it would indeed benefit them both. While it’s expected that Antonin is to one day return home to take over his father’s role as Pakhan, Antonin is becoming more and more accustomed to life in London. Antonin would rather be in the thick of the action rather than sit in meetings all day and watch as others fought in his place.

Like a lit fuse it’s only a matter of time before Antonin ���loses it’ at something or someone. If he’s in a particularly foul mood it may just serve your best interests to stay clear of the man if you want to escape with all your limbs intact. First, there’s the quiet brooding anger that simmers beneath the surface. It only takes an instant for it to turn into a full blown display of cursed words and flying furniture. He’s mostly able to let off most of his steam at work, but even hit wizards have slow days. It’s the muggle underground fist fighting clubs of London where Antonin truly lets himself go. But don’t expect him to explain where he gets his fresh cuts and bruises from.

Russian, Antonin’s mother tongue. Perfectly his, the sharp timbre of a tiger meeting the sweet curves of a Tchaikovsky piece. There’s a beauty to Russian which Antonin believes is absent in English. Words that don’t have the same meaning, lost in a river niceties and harsh consonants. Still, Antonin learnt English well enough, his parents telling him that it would be useful. He still occasionally struggles with some phrases and pronunciations but for the most part he is fluent in both languages.

Antonin is a man of very few words and when he does speak it is hardly ever about himself. Often the gossip surrounding him is wild and scarcely credible. But Antonin doesn’t mind being spoken about, the more insane and crazy the rumours, the better. Let him be feared for there is nothing more powerful than fear.

CONNECTIONS.

WENDY SLINKHARD: Tracking. Ever since the half blood was assigned to Antonin, he’s been her shadow. The witch is smart, careful to never slip, almost too careful. There’s something about her that both infuriates and intrigues Antonin. An all too familiar fighting spirit that sometimes even makes Antonin pause. He doesn’t know how long he’ll keep watching her quietly, he didn’t get his nickname ‘terrible Antonin’ from simply watching his enemies. Because someone like Wendy has to be hiding something. He briefly remembers her from Hogwarts, he had to admit she almost always gave it back to those who taunted her. At school, Antonin had always been an observer first, maybe he let her off easy then but he wont be so forgiving this time around.

RODOLPHUS LESTRANGE: Best friend. They were the first person Antonin met when he first arrived at Hogwarts. Rodolphus recognised his power and Antonin was quick to return the sentiment. One more terrible than the other. Brothers in blood, but even Antonin has begun to notice the mad glint he sometimes gets in his eyes. Rodolphus, who had always been trying to get Antonin to ‘loosen up’ and ‘relax’, is now the more uptight and unwilling to compromise. Rodolphus has a new sort of hunger, which Antonin suspects is linked to the more time he’s been spending with the eldest Black girl, that seems like it can never be satiated. Antonin worries that even with the war over he loses his humanity by the day.

MIKHAIL VULCHANOV: Childhood friend. They were toddlers when they first met. Mikhail is the calm waters to Antonin’s brewing fire, always holding him back by the shirt as Antonin’s feet dig into the earth beneath him. The hardest part about transferring to Hogwarts had been leaving Mikhail behind at Durmstrang. Antonin’s glad that Mikhail’s here now, somehow Antonin’s always felt most like himself in Mikhail’s presence. Their normality a breath of fresh air that lacks any need for pretence, something that is so rarely found in the rest of his relationships.

ANUSHKA DOLOHOV: Sister. His baby sister. At first he didn’t want her to come to London; he’s only worried about her safety here even though the war is supposedly over. Back home she has their father and his men to protect her, here it’s just him. She’s definitely grown up since they were both children running through the hallways of their Moscow mansion. Antonin knows she worries about him too. After all Antonin’s kept Anushka at arm’s length for years so that they don’t learn from him. He always hoped that she would at least turn out better than he did, but after all, she is also your father’s daughter.

Currently portrayed by MICHELE MORRONE 

[trainsinanime]

About Slytherin

People don’t talk about Hogwarts Houses all that much anymore, and for good reason. Between what we know about the author, the quality of the recent movies, the allegations against these movies’s biggest star (to be clear: I’m not taking sides on Depp/Hearst before the court case is resolved, and I reserve the right to not take sides afterwards either), it’s not exactly been fun to be a Harry Potter fan, and many people have moved on.

But sometimes you still see folks declaring what Hogwarts House they’re in, or what they imagine as a headcanon for a fictional character they like. And fairly often, the answer for that is Slytherin, both for themselves and for heroic characters. But how accurate is that? And more to the point, what is Slytherin really about?

I’m sure there’s stuff on Pottermore about this, but who cares. Within the actual books, we get three competing definitions of Slytherin from various sources:

The official description, from the Sorting Hat

Its reputation

What its people are actually like, filtered through Harry’s point of view.

The Sorting Hat is, functionally, a school official, and presumably gives the description of Slytherin that he’s supposed to. This description lists several core attributes of the house: It’s racist, and people may be devious, but they are also clever, loyal and true friends. Also deeply racist. If you leave out the racism then this sounds nice, and those qualities (minus the obvious racism) is presumably what people mean when they call themselves Slytherin. But can we trust the nice parts of that description?

There are plenty of examples throughout all the books of wizarding society featuring heavy propaganda from official sources, and official descriptions being incomplete and inaccurate. So it is at least possible that the Sorting Hat is speaking pro-Slytherin propaganda. (And also anti-Hufflepuff, I mean, seriously)

Compare and contrast with the reputation the house has in the wizarding world, among people who probably know more about it than just whatever new synonyms the Sorting Hat came up with. This reputation is simple: People assume Slytherin is evil, because evil wizards, notably Voldemort, and followers of evil wizards, notably the death eaters, often come from it. Harry’s experience certainly doesn’t contradict that either; to him, Slytherin is the house where all the bullies come from, both amongst students and teachers. His views gradually start changing as we see more non-evil Slytherins, like Slughorn, and with the whole Snape redemption arc (which, to be honest, was not my favorite by a long shot). The end conclusion the books reach about Slytherin appears to be that they’re just misunderstood and unfairly ostracized.

That conclusion, and Snape’s whole redemption arc, which is central to it, sure is… something. Parts of it have the same energy as the common hot take we’re currently seeing everywhere that goes, “calling racism racist is just bullying and forces vulnerable people to become racist”. I did not like it then and like it even less now.

But no matter what you feel about this arc, it’s important to note that the bad things people are saying about Slytherin are all based in fact: Voldemort did go there, and everyone else we know who is in Slytherin was either a Death Eater or has parents who are Death Eaters. The main exception here is Slughorn, who is hardly a shining beacon of anti-Voldemort resistance.

This brings us to the final source of information we have: The people who go to and teach at Slytherin. Now, since the books are all from Harry’s point of view, we’re obviously getting only a limited glimpse into life at that high school dorm, which may not be representative. But it is the best thing we got. And based on that, we see roughly three different categories of people in Slytherin: The aristocrats, the professional bootlickers, and the social climbers.

The aristocrats are easy to define as Draco Malfoy: His father is a racist slave-owning rich and powerful aristocrat. Draco knows that he will become a racist slave-owning rich and powerful aristocrat himself, and he’s already acting like one. And he doesn’t appear to be an exception there. It is heavily implied that a lot of Death Eaters are very powerful people, and their kids all go to Slytherin.

The professional bootlickers are Crabbe and Goyle, but also Professor Slughorn. Here we get people who are part of the power structure, but not at the top. They follow the aristocrats because they hope to gain social status that way. Slughorn is definitely much nicer than Crabbe and Goyle about it, but his main redeeming quality is arguably that he also seeks to decorate himself with royalty from other houses. He’s still a strict follower.

Finally, we see Snape and Tom Riddle: Both are outsiders who don’t really fit into the aristocratic system, because of their social background that is judged unacceptable. But both of them resent their social backgrounds and are willing to work with the established aristocracy. And since they’re very good at it, the aristocrats let them, and in the case of Voldemort, even let him lead. The fact that there are two of them implies that this is not an accident; Slytherin is, to a certain extent, open to people who don’t fit into the aristocracy normally, as long as they’re willing and able to get the aristocrats what they want.

So based on that, what is Slytherin about? I would argue that it’s power. Where Gryffindor has heroism, Ravenclaw has knowledge and Hufflepuff has a belief in the fundamental fact that all wizarding people have equal value, Slytherin represents power. Specifically, the house Slytherin’s explicit in-universe purpose is to preserve and perpetuate an old, very stratified and aristocratic power structure within the wizarding world.

This is supported by a number of key attitudes among all Slytherins who we meet. For example, all Slytherins have a rather cynical outlook on human worth, and believe it is right and necessary to rank people. Even Slughorn, the token “nice” Slytherin, has clear ideas of who is the most important among his students and who doesn’t matter at all.

Slytherins also have a rather peculiar moral codex that again serves its power structure. The aristocrats very clearly believe that rules and laws should apply strictly to other people; and the bootlickers help enable them in whatever crimes they do. Among aristocrats, it seems like they are openly acknowledging their schemes to some extent.

Here is where we get back to what the Sorting Hat says: Friendship and loyalty are key Slytherin traits. Sounds nice, until you realize that they mean the loyalty that Crabbe and Goyle show towards Malfoy. Or the kind of friendship that in real life goes, “I won’t tell anyone about your tax evasion and I trust you won’t tell anyone about my affairs”.

The racism of Slytherin is not an incidental element to make Draco seem more evil, but rather an integral part of preserving these power structures as well. First, the belief that some people are naturally better than others is engrained in Slytherin culture anyway. But more importantly, it limits the pool of people who can get into the aristocratic system, and thus ensures that the few at the top stay few and have to share less wealth and resources. Plus, the racism also provides the ideological underpinning of the whole system. Crabbe and Goyle follow Malfoy in part because they’ll get some of his riches and glamour, but also because they believe that he has a right to be in power. He comes from an old family that always was in power, and they’ve been taught both at home and in school that having the right ancestors is super important.

Is some of this a stretch? Maybe. But maybe not. Hogwarts is, after all, a reflection of the outside world, and there are plenty of examples of similar more-or-less aristocratic school systems that seem to have been the inspiration for Slytherin. In the US, the term “trust fund babies” is very obvious. In the UK, the elite private schools like Eton that educate most top politicians, journalists and so on are also a clear analogue. Slytherin appears to be a critique of that.

Until it doesn’t anymore, of course, because Harry needs to get closure with the incel who once lusted after his mother or something. Not gonna lie, Deadly Hallows was weak as shit.

So yeah, Slytherin: Aristocratic, racist, all about keeping the guys in power there.

Does that mean it’s wrong to head canon either yourself or your favorite fictional characters as Slytherin? No, of course not. As long as you/they are openly racist, have a superiority complex and believe that inherited wealth and power is always a good thing, then it’s perfectly alright to have such head canons. If not, well, then it becomes a bit more difficult.

[bellalestrnge]

Was that Katie McGrath? No, it’s just Bellatrix Lestrange - she graduated from Hogwarts from Slytherin and is 27 years old. She is known for being loyal (to a select few), self-assured & driven and volatile, cynical & manipulative, making them the perfect socialite. They would best be known as a storm gathering at sea, the serpent hiding beneath the innocent flower & the cold chill seeping into your blood on a winter's night and generally sides with pureblood royalty.

- Knows her parents desired a son as their firstborn and that they were disappointed with having a daughter, thus she’s determined to prove that she’s just as good as a son would have been, if not better

- Cares deeply for her sisters and has always done what she can to protect them. Given what happened with Andromeda, she is keeping a particularly close eye on her.

- Agreed to marry Rodolphus Lestrange, a good match for a well bred pureblood woman such as herself, but has no intention of being the stereotypical pureblood wife who just stays at home and produces heirs. 

- Despite her defiant streak, she has always known the importance of society and so at galas etc she holds her tongue and plays her assigned role, at least for the most part. She has never been afraid to call out men on their sexist views, or make comments that prove women have brains too, though she is always clever in how she does so.

- Not above playing games to get what she wants; she knows that people have more respect for men than for women, but she’s learned how to use that to her advantage.

- Her anger is silent but deadly, served with ice cold looks that are second to none

- Was very involved in the war which definitely helped her prove herself, especially when she helped eliminate the Longbottom family.

[lestrangernewage]

D E T A I L S :

🐍 Full Name: Rabastan Lestrange 

🐍 Date Of Birth: 26th December, 1996

🐍 Age: Twenty Three Years

🐍 Blood Status: Pureblood

🐍 Hometown: Wiltshire, England

🐍 Pet: Black Cat [Ash]

P E R S O N A L I T Y :

🐍 Orientation: Homosexual

🐍 House: Slytherin

🐍 Wand: Laurel wood, Dragon heartstring core, rigid flexibility, 13 ¼"

🐍 Patronus: Thestral

🐍 Boggart: Failure

🐍 Amortentia: Rain, Wine, Warm Sugar and Leather

🐍 Positive Traits: Determined, Resilient, Charming

🐍 Negative Traits: Manipulative, Arrogant, Melancholic

A P P E A R A N C E :

🐍 Faceclaim: Aron Piper

🐍 Height: 5′11″

🐍 Hair Color: Black

🐍 Eye Color: Hazel

🐍 Piercings: Ears

🐍 Tattoos: Several

🐍 Scars: Back, Left Arm

🐍 Scent: Tobacco, Sandalwood

Being a Lestrange, one of the Sacred Twenty Eight, meant ancient pure blood, it meant royalty in the Wizarding World, it meant almost everyone else was lesser. That was how Rabastan was raised. A prince of the wizarding world of England. He and his brother were spoiled like no other, their every whim satisfied. It was how their parents showed their affection. If they were even capable of such emotions. They taught them what they would always remember once they’d go out into the world. Only those of pure blood, such as theirs, should be tolerated, everyone else was not good enough and should be removed from the Wizarding World. It was no secret his father was a strong supporter of the Dark Lord and it was not long before Rabastan had joined him and attended a few meetings, under his very own mask and black robes. He had not received the Mark, not yet. But he had no doubts he would sooner rather than later. Hogwarts was an escape from his father’s constant lectures about making a good impression, so that he might be honored with a Mark. Rabastan was not sure he wanted it. He would support the Dark Lord, he’d fight, there was no question. But why carry the Mark of someone else, to summoned like a pup? No, he was too proud for that. And so he kept quiet, stayed in the background, despite his father’s anger. He had a whole life ahead of him, he was studying to be an alchemist. He would not put his own desires in the background for someone else’s, even if he agreed with their goals. Fight and support? Yes. But serve? Serve, was a word he didn’t like at all.

Wand Info: It is said that a laurel wand cannot perform a dishonorable act, although in the quest for glory (a not uncommon goal for those best suited to these wands), I have known laurel wands perform powerful and sometimes lethal magic. Laurel wands are sometimes called fickle, but this is unfair. The laurel wand seems unable to tolerate laziness in a possessor, and it is in such conditions that it is most easily and willingly won away. Otherwise, it will cleave happily to its first match forever, and indeed has the unusual and engaging attribute of issuing a spontaneous lightning strike if another witch or wizard attempts to steal it.

[randomfae]

I was tagged by @shine-reblogs so, yeah, why not :3

Rules: Answer 17 questions and tag 17 people you want to know better [I’m taking this as an advise I’m not gonna quite follow exactly oopsie]

Nickname: I don’t really really have one. I always name myself [insert appropriate adjective or noun for every occasion]Fae on the internet, but other than that... Oh! A couple acquaintances call me Queen of Evil, and my bro in law used to call me the Queen of Wolves for a while. Wait, why am I royalty?

Zodiac Sign: virgo

Height: 152cm (5ft)

Last thing I googled: “kaleidoskop lyrics lacrimosa”

Song stuck in my head: I am currently looking for songs to serve as a soundtrack for a project of mine, so I have like 20 to 50 songs stuck in my head and they play simultaneously or interwoven and I don’t even know which ones they are and I’m going crazy,

Hogwarts House: okay, so Pottermore insists on putting me in Slytherin. But, come on! I am not ambitious, or cunning or whatever! You may argue, “but, Fae, you dumbass, you just said people call you Queen of Evil, of course you were put in the evil people’s house!”. And, while you may (or may not) have a point, the rules say Slytherin is for cunning ambitious people, which I am not. Do you know what I am? A nerd. I love languages, I enjoy translating, correcting texts, analysing stories, writing,creating settings for photo shoots, modelling, acting... I enjoy art and being creative. So, shut up, Pottermore, I am a Ravenclaw, fanmade tests confirm it, and common sense confirms it! *puts on her Slytherin scarf with a look of pride on her eyes* What? Yeah, okay, maybe I do enjoy the green and silver, and the ominous setting, and being in the side of villainy. So, let’s say I am a Ravenrin? Slythclaw? Hmm, Ravenrin kinda sounds like a German profession. You have die Lehrerin, die Sängerin, and die Ravenrin. I’m gonna show myself out already. Please, don’t call the cops on me.

Following and followers: I am following 82 blogs and being followed by 15.

Amount I sleep: *nervous laughter* *uneasy laughter* *hysterical laughter* 

(Lately, it goes anywhere between 0 and 5 hours).

Dream Job: actress and maybe (alternative) model. Actually, I’d enjoy almost anything which meant performing. 

Lucky Numbers: I don’t have such thing as a lucky number. I do like 3, 9, and 22, but I will take any other number as ‘mine’ if it feels significant in a given moment for a given situation. 

Wearing: grey leggings, dark grey t-shirt, grey stripped socks, and dark purple housecoat.

Favorite Instrument: the backpipes!

Random Fact about me: I kinda hoard nail polish. I have even a yellow one, and I don’t really like yellow. 

Favorite Author: I don’t have one, but let’s say it’s N. K. Jemisin, since the books I read were so beautiful, the characters so aafdghfjhj and I am pretty sure I am gonna lke the rest of her books when I get my claws to them, judging by what I’ve read about them and what I know about the author and how she works..

Favorite Animal Noises: when cats do that cute little meowww calling their human, maybe? I had never thought about animal noises separated from their animals, honestly xD

Aesthetic: neutral colors, mostly dark, tight elastic pants, comfortable. From time to time I’ll feel like suiting up and switch to slutty wanna-be-badass metalhead. 

Tagging: there’s no way I’m tagging 17 people, it would be kinda rude to tag someone who doesn’t even know who I am xD Instead I’m gonna just tag my mutuals, I know we don’t talk or anything, so it still feels kinda rude to drag you guys to a game, so please just ignore if you don’t feel like playing. @adorablegorilla @littleerror101

Similarly, if you just happen to see this post and feel like playing, just go ahead and blame me :P

[ao3feed-tomarrymort]

by Lomonaaeren

AU. King James Potter has twelve daughters, each more beautiful than the last, and all under a devastating curse. He also has one son, who serves as his father’s steward. Harry has begun to wonder if his sisters will ever be free from the curse, until Prince Thomas Slytherin comes seeking a consort. (Very) loosely based on the fairytale “The Twelve Dancing Princesses.”

Words: 4000, Chapters: 1/7, Language: English

Series: Part 22 of From Samhain to the Solstice 2019

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Potter, Tom Riddle, James Potter, Original Female Character(s), Merope Gaunt

Relationships: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle, Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fairy Tale, Curses, Royalty, Royal Harry, Royal Tom Riddle, Elves, Action/Adventure, Quests, Romance, Angst, Alternate Universe - Twelve Dancing Princesses Fusion

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20, 29, 45 for the character ask game please 💜

20: All of them are either titled Nobility or Royalty. Tris and Edward were kind of forced to be kings. Belle was born queen. Val took her throne by force. John is a lord but he did briefly serve as Regent.

45:

Edward would describe him in very modest terms. Ignore everything he says. He's gorgeous.

John would just describe himself in one word: handsome

Tris would describe himself as tragedy.

Belle can be very self-conscious so she might use the word "plump". She's thicc

Val would describe herself as beautiful. She is.

29:

Edward would describe himself as sensible and loyal. (He is but he's also very reckless though he wouldn't admit it). (A Griffindor.)

Val would describe herself as ambitious, strong and wilful. (A true Slytherin.)

Tris would again describe himself as a tragedy. (He's clever, loyal, brave and a cinnamon roll to the core) (Ravenclaw)

Belle would describe herself as calm, sweet and warm. Lies, she is a hothead and will kill you. (Griffindor)

John would describe himself as brave, fierce and awesome. It's true. But there is nobody as Hufflepuff as he is