#slyterin

[nexeliam]

Each quest characters with their own house patches ! There are more I could have done but that will be enough for one time ! Maybe in a second round ;)

[dorcasmoore]

*Regulus and Remus having a secret affair*

Evan: I thought your brother..

Regulus: I guess we're both trying to get his attention.

Evan: Oh that's what you're looking for? Sirius' attention?

Barty: If my father gave me half of the attention Sirius gives you I would have had a childhood.

Evan: Meanwhile Potter-

Regulus: He's straight

Barty: No he's not! He's sixteen, no one is straight at sixteen. Straight is a decision you make when you have to give your mother an heir.

Regulus: What are you then?

Barty: I'm fucking around

[sebluvi]

Normally

Sebastian x G/N Slytherin reader, Kinda angsty, Kinda fluffy

Sebastian's daily morning routine with y/n ceases when y/n goes missing.

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Inspired by a request that was sent to me!

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Normally, every morning before sunrise you were out in the courtyard practicing spell combos and hand-to-hand combat on the dummies.

No matter how tired you were, no matter the weather, Sebastian knew he would always find you there.

Normally, Sebastian would know to always make 2 cups of coffee in the morning. He knew you’d be in too much of a rush to make it out to the courtyard before everyone else, and that you’d forget to make one for yourself.

Normally, Sebastian would stand under the arches in the courtyard, eyes swollen from just waking up, bedroom slippers still on, waiting on you to notice him so he could give you your coffee.

Normally, you’d be too caught up in improving your combat skills that you wouldn’t even notice him standing there. You’d catch him in your peripheral, excited to see him there, bed-head and all, with your daily dose of caffeine.

Normally, Sebastian wouldn’t care to get up before he absolutely had to, he was known for sleeping in ‘til noon on days he didn’t have class, but ever since you showed up, he’d sacrifice his sleep time just to get a chance with you alone. Even if it meant he had to wake up before the birds.

He was enamored with your ambition, attracted to the way your number one goal was to be better than anyone else. He had never met anyone like you, and as much as he’d like to join you, his feat of the day was just managing to scramble out of bed and make it to you before the coffee got cold. He settled for watching the rest of your morning routine every morning, making idle chit chat and compliments to your stance, and giving tips when they were asked for. He’d spar with you in the afternoon if you asked, but in the morning he’d just roll his eyes at you if you asked. You knew he wasn’t a morning person, and it was okay. You enjoyed the company, he was your #1 supporter after all.

Normally, he’d walk you back to the Slytherin common room so you could shower after your workout, and he could manage to just get dressed.

But this morning, Sebastian stood under the archway in the courtyard, slippers on, two hot cups of coffee in hand, and you were nowhere to be seen. This.. wasn’t normal.

Maybe you were sick. He’d sneak into your side of the dormitory, praying to Merlin he wouldn’t be caught in someone's room that wasn't his. It was incredibly early, so it wasn’t probable. He’d find his way to your room, and find your bed empty.

Maybe you were showering. He’d set your cup of coffee on your nightstand, thinking you’d grab it when you got back.

He’d decide to go to sleep until it was time to actually get up for classes. Maybe he’d catch you in the common room and he could walk to you to class like he normally did.

But you still didn’t show up. He stood, dressed and ready for class, waiting for you to come out to go to class, but you’d never show. He’d check your room, and find your coffee still there on the nightstand, full and cold.

He was worried. He went to class, and then he’d worry some more. He’d wait between classes for you, and worry some more. He’d check the hospital wing, wondering if you were there. He’d check the Undercroft. He’d check the library. He’d check everywhere. You weren’t there.

After classes ended, he’d check your room again. He'd ask Imelda to accompany him. They’d find your room exactly as he left it before, coffee still full, and still very cold.

Imelda had spent plenty of time in your bedroom. You two were best friends after all, at first you may have clashed, but the two of you quickly realized you were both equally as competitive in different areas. Where Imelda slacked, you were capable, and vice versa. She noticed your broom was gone, and they both worried.

They both decided to ask Ominis if he had heard from you. He’d say how you mentioned something last night about going out to collect materials for a potion you needed for class, but he hadn’t heard from you since then. A worrisome stare was shared by the two.

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Every morning, Sebastian would climb out of bed before the birds sing so he could go to the courtyard, hoping to find you there, but you would never be there.

He’d stop making 2 cups of coffee. He knew he’d only need 1. You wouldn’t be there.

There was a new normal.

Normally, Sebastian would wake up before anyone else, and would fly the outskirts of Hogwarts searching for you.

Normally, Sebastian would search the forbidden forest on the weekends, clearing out colonies of spiders and various other disgusting creatures, hoping to find you.

Normally, Sebastian would wander around Hogsmeade, asking anyone would listen if they had seen you.

Normally, at night, Sebastian would lay on the astronomy table on the gate of Hogwarts, staring up at the moon, wondering if you could see it too.

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Sebastian slowly opened his eyes. He looked up at his owl standing on his chest, chirping at him, signaling him to awaken. Sebastian’s owl noticed him open his eyes and flew back to her perch.

He sat up slowly in his bed. He stretched his long arms in the air and let out a long yawn. It was Saturday. That meant he could actually spend the whole day looking for you rather than wasting time in classes.

 His professors and classmates would gently persuade him to stop looking. He knew they were extremely worried for him and his mental health, but he was just worried for you.

He missed seeing you. He missed your laugh. He missed how you kept him grounded. He just missed you.

He knew you weren’t gone. He could almost feel you..right? He wasn’t delusional. He had to convince himself of that every day. He heard the whispers, even if his classmates thought they were being quiet. He was determined to find you, and he’d look for you until the day he died.

He glanced towards the window. It was still dark out, the sun had just started to rise. He threw the covers off of him and slung his feet over the side of the bed. He slid his feet into his slippers and stood up. He stared at the wall, dead-eyed. He was mentally exhausted. He missed you so fucking much. He shook the thoughts from his head, grabbed his robe, and slipped out his room.

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He walked down the hallways of Hogwarts, sipping on his cup of coffee. He had become hopeless at this point. He had begun to accept you were actually gone. He thought about how sometimes, he’d visit your bedroom. Everything sat as you left it. Homework scattered all over your desk. Your sheets messy from where you hadn’t made them up, and your scarf laid on the ground next to your bed, where he had assumed you dropped it on the way out.

He pushed open the large door that lead out to the courtyard. The leaves had started to fall and a slight chill went through the air. He gripped the cup of coffee between both hands, keeping them warm. He walked to the archway where he normally waited for you, and leaned against the wall. He stood, with his right shoulder pressed against the bricks, and slowly sipped his coffee. He blankly stared outinto the courtyard, no thoughts. The dummy you would normally battle every morning sat there, still and lifeless. Probably like you. He shook his head. He took a deep breath in, counting to three. The school counselor told him to do that when he started having dark thoughts. It actually did help. He opened his eyes and sighed.

Maybe he should just stop. You weren’t going to come back. You were gone. He was running himself into the ground at this point. He suffered in classes, professors would give him extensions. They understood he was grieving and they tried his best to get him through the classwork. He heard the leaves on the ground flitter around, as if someone was walking towards him.

Here we go. He thought to himself. Countless times he had a professor have to escort him back to the common room when they found him out here in the early mornings. They knew where to find him now.

He looked up from his cold coffee he had been staring into ,and diverted his eyes to the tree in the middle of the courtyard, preparing for the gentle reprimanding from the professor.

“Sebastian?”

That voice.

No.

Maybe he was delusional.

He whipped his head towards the sound.

It sounded like an angel calling out to him.

You.

Porcelain shattered as it hit the ground. Coffee now staining Sebastian’s white slippers, and his favorite mug ceasing to exist.

You stood, leaned up against the archway opposite from him that led towards the exit of Hogwarts. You looked exhausted, as if you could barely stand. Your hair was messy, and had leaves scattered throughout the strands. A sleeve of your Slytherin robe had been completely ripped off, and it was tied tightly around your right thigh. Dried blood coated the upper part of your leg under the sleeve as if you had been injured, and had to suffice in a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding.

 You had bags under your eyes, it looked as if you hadn’t slept in ages. Your left boot had a rip in the side of it as if it had gotten caught on something, and you had a long scar through your left eye. One that hadn't been there before. Luckily it didn’t seem as if it had any effect on your vision.

You pushed yourself up off the archway and stared at him with hollow, pleading eyes, supporting yourself with one arm. You looked as if you would pass out any second.

He ran faster than he ever had to you. He wrapped one arm around your waist, letting you fall into him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, squeezing as tightly as you could with he energy you had left.

Both of your knees buckled, causing you to fall to the ground. Yours, from lack of energy. From weakness. His, from the flood of emotions he felt course through his body.

You both sat there, and held each other.

After what seemed like forever, he pulled away. His hands moved from your back to your cheek. He gently ran a thumb across your cheek, wiping away the dirt that had ran down your face with your tears.

“I never stopped looking for you.”

You smiled, leaning your face into his hands. You brought your hand up and placed it over his hand.

“I missed you, Sebastian.”

Without thinking, he leaned in, crashing his lips against yours.

Desperate. Sebastian desperately had to show you how much he fucking missed you. Every night you had been gone he regretted never confessing to you. His hand moved down to your waist, fingers digging into your sides. He loved you. His other hand gripped the back of your hair, pulling you as close to him as he could muster. He loved you so fucking much, and he was a dumbass for not telling you sooner. The tears on his cheeks trickled down your locked lips.  

Neither of you had ever had the guts to tell the other how you felt, but in this moment, you said everything you needed to without words.

Your lips separated, foreheads touching, noses brushing against each other, savoring the moment. Neither of you wanted this to end.

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Normally, Sebastian would wake up before class and make two cups of coffee. The nurses said you should lay off the caffeine until they knew you were back in tip top shape, but he would sneak you a cup anyways.

Normally, he’d lay in the bed next to you in his pajamas, watching you sip your coffee as you watched the sun rise through the hospital wing windows.

Normally, he’d go over all the spells you had missed in class. You had a full leg cast that encased your leg from your toes to your thigh, so you couldn’t exactly work on your combat skills for the time being. He knew you were upset you couldn’t physically train, so he’d help you with homework and study so you would feel at least a little strong, mentally that is.

Normally, after the sun rose he’d pack all his books up, chatting idly with you about how your recovery was coming along.

Normally, he’d manage to sneak out before the nurses caught him.

Normally, he’d kiss you quickly so he could leave before being spotted, but this morning he kissed you a bit longer.

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[papercorgiworld]

No date for the bully

Enzo Berkshire and Mattheo Riddle

The Slytherin gang mock you after class, but when you run into one of them alone a few days later they aren’t mocking you anymore… rather they are flirting with you.

Thanks for the request and to all those reading: thanks for reading. Happy readings! and lots of love to you all! 💛

Warning: bullying

“This is a question first years can answer, miss (y/l/n).” Snape snares, looking not only angry and annoyed but also seriously disappointed. Your mouth opens, but closes again. Telling him that you probably knew the answer, but were in fact daydreaming and missed the question was probably not a good comeback in Snape’s book. Aside from the fact that you felt the whole class stare at you, there was a particular group of Slyterins really enjoying your screw up. You could hear them snickering, but chose to ignore them. 

However as soon as class ends the lot becomes unavoidable. “And here I thought Weasley was the dumbest in our year. Turns out I was wrong… It’s you.” Theodore Nott laughs as he passes you. You roll your eyes and quietly gather your books. “You have to actually read those to learn. You do know that, right?” Mattheo Riddle raises his eyebrows and you look away, trying to pass Mattheo. “She can’t read!” Draco snorts, finding himself really funny. But you huff and just try to get past Mattheo. “And apparently she can’t speak either.” Mattheo grins down at you, purposely blocking your way out. “Guys leave her alone.” Enzo intervenes and you’re both surprised and relieved, but it doesn’t last long. “She’s obviously a bit slow.” Enzo quips. 

“You’re all hilarious.” You manage to mutter as you use all your force to shove Mattheo aside. “What a comeback.” You hear Enzo laugh at your attempt at self defence. 

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“Move aside, dumb and dumber!” Draco snares at Ron and you, followed by a smirking Theodore as you jump. 

“Ugh, why are they all like that?” You think out loud and Ron shrugs. “Because they’re evil Slytherins.” You chuckle at Ron’s answer, before parting at the stairs. “See you after potions.” You wave at Ron and walk around the corner, straight into…

Enzo. 

“I’m so sorry.” You apologise immediately, but when you look up to see who you collide with your eyes widen. Sure he would hex you or at least insult you. 

“No worries, I wasn’t watching where I was going either. You alright, princess?” No worries? Princess? “Yeah, I’m fine.” You whisper, not at all comfortable with this nice version of Lorenzo Berkshire. You move to walk past him, but he grabs your arm. “Let me help you with those.” Enzo points at the books you were holding. “No, I’m fine.” You answer without even considering his offer, obviously you would never get them back. He and his friends played mean games like that all the time. 

“Oh come on, let me help. It will give me an excuse to walk you to class.” Enzo’s smile was adorable, he really was hoping to spend some time with the pretty girl he had been crushing on for months now. 

“No.” You state dryly and hurry up the stairs. “Wow, you’re quick.” Enzo chuckles as he catches up with you. “Ha, that’s funny.” You snort, rolling your eyes. “Why?” Enzo asks, obviously not remembering what an ass he had been a few days earlier. “Oh, right. You insult people all the time so you probably don’t remember calling me ‘slow’.” An awkward laugh leaves the slytherin’s lips. Oh boy, she remembers. I fucked up. “Me and the guys were just having a laugh.” You again quicken your pace, not in a mood to listen to his lame excuses, but he keeps up. “Yes, you were having a laugh. I was not. I was being mocked by four pompous shits.” 

Enzo jumps in front of you to bring you to a halt. You avoid his gaze, but he ignores your hints of annoyance and moves close to you. “Maybe not my best moment… but how about I buy you a drink as an apology.” Un-be-lievable! “You’re joking, right?” You look up and raise an eyebrow at Enzo, who gives you a weak half smile. “Come on, it will be fun… I’ll pay.” The audacity of this man. “Enzo Berkshire, are you asking me out?” Enzo laughs nervously as he looks down at his feet for a second. “I know I haven’t made the best impression, but I think you’re beautiful and smart and… I think that you should give me a chance.”

Enzo’s starry eyes meet yours again as he closes the distance and carefully snakes an arm around you, convinced his charm, popularity and good looks would win you over. You reach for his tie, playing with it as you lick your lips. “You think I should give you a chance?” Enzo nods, adoring how adorable you are, playing with his tie and looking all flustered. Just as Enzo is about to whisper something flirty you let go of the tie and push him away hard, making him stumble back a few steps. “I’m sorry Enzo, but you must be a bit slow, considering you haven’t caught on to the fact that I don’t like bullies like you. So go try and convince someone else to ‘give you a chance’.” 

Enzo is absolutely shocked and just stares at you as you walk to class. He’s so crushed and confused that he doesn’t notice everyone else in the hallway looking at him. When he finally does notice, he straightens his tie and forces a smile. He tries to come up with something funny to say to make the awkwardness surrounding him go away, but his mind is still stuck on you. 

Mattheo.

You stumble back, missing a step, but an arm wraps around your waist. “Careful there, love, you almost fell for me.” Your brain can’t process that it’s actually Mattheo’s voice you’re hearing until you see his signature smirk. “I’m-I’m sorry.” You whisper and look away from him, but his arm stays around you. “Don’t worry about it, I like saving pretty girls like you.” Your eyebrows knit together. Did Mattheo Riddle just flirt with me? A cocky wink answers the question you never asked.

“I’m sorry, but I’ve got to be going.” Mattheo nods. “Let me guess, potions? I’ll walk you. Make sure you don’t stumble and fall.” Why is he being nice? Mattheo shoves his hands in his pockets as he walks with you. There’s an uncomfortable silence as you nervously watch him from the corner of your eyen, not trusting the Slytherin at all.

“Soooo, I’m curious. If I were to ask you out, where should I take you?” You stop to stare at Mattheo, but you don’t say a word since you really have no idea what is going on in his head. “You’re really cute when you stare so quietly.” Mattheo whispers his soft eyes meeting yours. However, you just shake your head. “Last time I fell silent you didn’t think it was cute. You and your dumb friends mocked me.” Mattheo runs a nervous hand through his hair. “Not my best moment.” Mattheo admits sheepishly, making you frown at how he downplays his bullying. 

Not planning on spending another second in this idiot’s presence, you start walking again, but Mattheo doesn’t let you go very far. He reaches for your wrist and pulls you into him. You place a hand on his chest to steady yourself. “I was a bit of an idiot, but let’s just forget about that.” Mattheo whispers suggestively. “I promise I will make it up to you.” Mattheo adds when you don’t seem convinced. 

Now it was your time to play. 

You move your hand from his chest to the back of his neck. “And how would you make it up to me?” You ask, playing with his hair and almost making his eyes roll back. “Obviously I will spoil you rotten both on our date as well as afterwards.” You bite your lip at his words and press your chest against his. “That actually sounds tempting.” You whisper in his ear, letting your free hand trace his belt just to tease him. “Maybe we can just skip the date and find ourselves a broom closet right now.” Mattheo offers, confident that he has you wrapped around his finger. “We could.” You move your lips close to his, but just as Mattheo closes his eyes wanting to meet your lips you pull away. “Then again, I would rather sit through potions class and walk through hell than go out with you. Bye Matt.” 

And just like that Mattheo was left standing in the hallway, horny and needy for you, but nowhere near a date with you.

“Auch.” Mattheo immediately recognises Pansy’s amused voice. “Did you really think that after being an ass to her for months, a few minutes of smooth talk would get you with her?” Mattheo lets his head fall and sighs. “Pansy. How long have you been lurking?” Pansy just grins. “Long enough to see you make a fool out of yourself. Have fun simping for the girl that hates your guts.” Mattheo growls as Pansy walks away. I screwed this up so bad. How am I gonna win her over…

[kmt123whatsthetea]

Karma’s a b*tch

Fred Weasley x reader x George Weasley

Fred and George get revenge on a girl who used to bully them in school by turning her into a submissive slut.

A/N: I told an AI on Chai that I wrote fanfics and it requested this (AI’s are kinky bastards). I came back to it because @jelloangela asked about an enemies to lovers fic. I know this isn't exactly enemies to lovers, but hey, it's still dirty as hell.

T/W: Rough sex, mean twins, No aftercare, Reader is a real a-hole and a Slytherin, Weasley twin bashing (I was only mean to suit our character), Bondage, Manhandling, Tie gag? (it will make sense when you read it), Maybe a little bit of dub-con, Hair pulling, Degradation, Spit roast (Vaginal and oral simultaneously), Cum swallowing, Orgasm denial

Every school has bullies. It's natural. Hogwarts just had a whole house full. Slytherin was the type of house that practically gave all those wearing the crest a free pass to be as cruel as possible.

Tripped up a student? 20 points to Slytherin

Hexed a first year? 50 points to Slytherin

There were the younger Slyterins who went along with it because they wanted to fit in with their new ‘family’, and then there were those who actually seemed to enjoy it. That's how the Weasley twins of Gryffindor first noticed you. Ever since the first year, you weren’t meek. You took pride in those you terrorised. You went out of your way to learn new spells just for the sole purpose of misery. When you first met the Weasley clan, they were an easy target.

You had heard people talking about them. About how the new Weasley boys both had handed down clothes and books. It wasn't a secret that most Slytherins had parents who were well off, and you were one of them. You took to the Weasley Twins like a bee to a flower picking child. You mocked every little thing they did, from the pranks they pulled to how they acted.

This went on for the whole 7 years of school.

After Hogwarts, you found that school wasn’t like life. You couldn't bully your way to the top like you could before. So when in Diagon Alley one day, you chose to go into the new Weasley Wizard Wheezes just to regain some of that power you once had.

The shop was the Weasley twins to a T. It was like walking straight into their mind. Everything was bright and colourful. Things popped and whizzed and sparked about the shop. Finding said twins was easier than you thought. Two ginger tufts of hair could be seen from a mile away. You made your way over there with a smirk on your face, but that smirk dropped when you saw the twins.

They looked so…grown up

Those two pranksters with untucked shirts and crooked ties were now standing on the staircase to their own business in suits that were both smart and ridiculous. For a minute, you stood there like a fish out of water, your mouth opening and closing as you took them in. a familiar voice slapped you out of your blubbering.

“Lookie here Georgie, I think a rat wandered too far from Knockturn Alley”

“So it seems. Maybe a hex will send her packing”

The men snickered to each other, and for a split second you felt a foreign feeling. Embarrassment. As soon as that feeling vanished, you painted your smirk back on and spit venom at them.

“Nice shop, Weasleys. Did your parents give you the money to open it or did you mooch off of the golden boy?”

There was a rumour floating around that Harry had given the twins the money for something. You just hoped it was right to give your words some merit. And it had. George looked away and Freds eyebrows furrowed. You felt that familiar pride and continued.

“Still selling the same old rubbish since Hogwarts? I guess not everyone has an aspiration to do something with their lives instead of working in retail”

Fred took a step down, a step towards you.

“We’re just doing what we’re good at. Maybe you should come back later and we’ll show you our new little project”

Fred looked up at George with a knowing smirk, one that George soon mirrored. You missed their shared look in favour of turning your nose up at the endless shelves of boxes, gadgets, and gizmos.

“Maybe I will”

And just like that, the twins' plan was set in stone.

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You came back to the shop a few hours later. The inside of the shop was dark and empty. The only light came from the top of the stairs that the twins had stood on earlier. You gave the door a knock and started tapping your foot when the twins didn’t immediately rush to open it.

When one of the men came to let you in, you gave a huff.

“Make me wait, why don't you? What’s the project?

The twin that let you in just smirked and led you to the stairs. He gave a gesturing nod, urging you to climb. When you got to the top and opened the door, you found the other twin. The door was locked behind you and your hands were forced behind your back. Before you could struggle, you felt something soft around your wrists. You looked back as best you could and saw the black leather handcuffs connecting your wrists to one another.

The twin behind you placed his hands on your shoulders and pushed you down to kneel, keeping you there and increasing the pressure when you tried to stand up or squirm. The twin in front of you removed his tie and wrapped it around your mouth, keeping you quiet.

“You know, you’ve aged pretty well. Perfect tits, perfect ass, and then a bratty mouth. I bet you’re still the same spoiled little bitch you were in school. You had so much fun teasing people, but no one ever gave you a taste of your own medicine, did they brat?”

You tried to argue back, but it came out as a muffled mess or words. The twin holding your shoulders chuckled.

“I bet she’s cursing your name, Freddie”

“Or she’s begging to be put in her place”

Those very words send a chill up your spine and your clit seemed to twitch at the thought of being under their control. You were meant to hate these men, you had bullied them for years. Should their words alone excite you as much as they did?

George grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back, making sure that you kept your eyes on Fred. Fred knelt down before you to push your dress up to your stomach. He let out a dark chuckle.

“White lace? Is this for us, slut or are you trying to act innocent? There's no way a little whore like you is a virgin, I bet you were Slytherin’s house slut. Tell us, did you get on your knees for every boy or just those who had money”

It didn't matter how much you squirmed or tried to argue, you were stuck. But maybe that wasn't a bad thing.

George puts his hands under your arms and hoists you to your feet. He pushed you towards one of the doors, which led into a bedroom. One of the men forced you onto your knees on the bed with your face down. When a pair of hands pushed your dress up, the twins were met with just how wet you were.

The sound of fabric rustling and belts clinking met your ears, and your suspicions of their actions was confirmed when one of the ginger duo sat against the headboard in front of you with spread legs. You had to stop your eyes from widening. As that famous quote always stated:

You’re enemies are always more well endowed than your boyfriends

Or something like that, anyway.

The twin before you moved his hand to your hair and pulled you closer until your breath ghosted across his eager tip. He pinched your nose, waiting until you took a much needed breath, before forcing his cock in your mouth. He didn't let you get used to the weight on your tongue before roughly moving your head up and down.

A second pair of hands pulled your underwear to your knees and pushed something thick against your entrance. The moan that left your throat was muffled by the cock in your mouth. Your hands gripped the tie that kept them behind your back as your pussy was forced to accommodate the cock that was pushing inside. The cock in your pussy was soon pulled out, but you didn't stay empty for very long.

If someone had told a 17 year old you that the Weasley twins would force you to submit to them and use you as a fuck toy in the near future, you might have punched said person for even suggesting it. But if they had included how good it felt, you might have warmed up to the twins long ago.

The hands moving your head became more forceful until they held you down, keeping the twitching appendage snug in your throat. Your throat was soon filled with hot cum, it was so deep in your throat that you had no choice but to swallow.

The hands pulled your hair up, the cock slipping from your mouth. As soon as your lidded eyes looked to the face in front of you, that damned smirk was still there.

“What a dirty little slut. She swallows. You are gonna keep your eyes on me while Fred cums inside of that slutty cunt, and if you look away for even a second, he’ll keep cumming inside of you until you learn your lesson”

The whine that left your throat was sinful. The pace was so rough that each thrust had your body jolting, but George's tight grip on your hair kept you still. You did as told, surprisingly. You kept your eyes trained. A small part of your mind realised that they would use you again if you looked away, but that thought was quickly shut down. You hated these guys, and you were too stubborn to let this become a regular thing.

The grunts behind you became more vocal as your pussy was flooded by sticky cum. Fred pulled out before you even had a chance to reach your own release. You shot George a dirty look, which to him, looked like a child throwing a tantrum.

“If you want to cum, brat, we can always go again”

Would it really be so bad if this became a regular thing?

[pheleszev]

Soi Slyterin 🫣

[flower1622]

Quidditch game between the cabins

Slyterin and Hufflepuff are one team

*The Ball is with Dionysus' cabin*

Hermes' cabin: Pass the ball, Brother!

Apollo's cabin: Pass the ball, sweetie!

The other Hufflepuff cabins ask to " pass the ball" too.

The other Slytherin cabins curse at Dionysus' cabin and ask to "pass the ball".

Dionysus' cabin: IF YOU GUYS DON'T SHUT UP, I'M GONNA STOP IN THIS INSTANT AND PASS THE BALL TO OUR OPPONENTS!

(Then Dionysus' cabin passes the ball to Apollo's cabin)

[hpdabbles]

Draco Malfoy and The Book of Dreams

Draco Malfoy is beyond confused. He had spent nearly two decades searching for Helga Hufflepuff's hidden sanctuary.

Much like the Chamber of Secrets, it was believed to be a myth, but Draco had always thought it existed. Especially after Potter located the Chamber of Secrets, he realized the other three secret locations of the founders had to be out there.

Salazar Slyterins' Chamber of Secrets- contains a monster and Dark Arts.

Rowena Ravenclaw's Library of Myths- contains the grimoires of Old and Healing Arts.

Godric Gryffindor's Armory of Quests- Contains magical artifacts and Duelling Arts.

And finally, Helga Hufflepuff's Banquet Hall of Dreams- Contains the magic of fallen stars and Wish Magic.

Everyone always overlooked Helga's legend due to needing to understand the significance of her magic. Not Draco- he knew a spell that could grant wishes was powerful. Yes, they only worked once, but one chance was all needed.

The Wish Magic could unravel the very fabrics of the universe but only the parts the wisher had experienced personally. People often confused that with limitations- they wished for the dead to return only to get an Inferi. If they wanted to own the most gold in the world only to be cursed into turning everything they touch into gold.

No, what people needed was a wish that would place them in a position to change everything. If he got his hands on the magic of the Wishing Star, then Draco could undo everything the war had cost him.

He left home, scrambling around the world to find any record of Helga throughout history, including folk tales and rumors. His path was closely followed by British Aurors who thought he was up to something but he stayed three feet before them.

When he turned thirty-eight, he finally found a solid lead. Surprisingly it was in a small village in Wales. A young group of muggles sang the rhythm of Helga's wishing star while Draco had been passing the park and after a few questions, he learned it was a nursery rhythm passed down by locals.

He followed the origins of the nursery rhythm until he found a small ring of mushrooms glimmering in a deep forest. The Banquet Hall of Dreams was within the ring, Draco had found it.

Not a moment too late, as Potter had been dispatched to find Draco and bring him in for crimes he did not commit. Apparently, that same little village had been attacked by a magic user, slaughtering every resident in a crazed massacre.

The Ministry pointed fingers at Draco because he was a known Death Eater that had passed through that place a week prior.

The Wishing Star's magic had been placed in a book, bounded by Helga's magic, and all Draco had to do was open it and speak.

"I wish to travel back in time to the month before my first year, for my dream is to live a better life!"

The Wish Magic did not depend on the wording of the wisher. It formed from their dreams. And Draco dreamed of his first wand so often he could recite the day by heart.

The magic worked, and Draco was whisked away in a whirlwind of magic from the stars, landing in his eleven-year-old body with the Book of Dreams clutched in his little hand.

The book faded to dust as his wish was granted.

There were a lot of things he had planned on doing once he realized what had happened. He couldn't call himself a proper Slytherin if he didn't try to take advantage of the situation.

He had spent an entire month planning this. Locked away in his room, only leaving to eat, bathe, and relieve himself, he compiled piles and notes. He organized them by most likely to happen to least likely.

That ranged from anywhere to "Potter rejects his hand of friendship once more" to "Potter goes straight for the killing curse".

But none of these plans covered what was actually happening to him.

Draco had believed himself better than the previous wishers, and now he was paying for his hubris. Draco did dream of re-meeting Potter, had throughout his entire teenage career, more often than after the war, and those dreams lingered near his wish.

He had outgrown his feelings for the other boy, but he had more dreams centered around gaining Potter's affection than he had dreams about regaining his honor. Most of the time, as an adult, he only suffered nightmares.

They weren't desires. They weren't hope.

If you were to take every dream he's ever had, write it on parchment and then file it away with similar topics then you would have a very visble example of how much of his dreams were about Potter's affection.

Never mind, they were no longer applicable. The fact there were so many overall is what matters.

Logically he knows that those dreams outweighed the nonsense of his other dreams. Yet it was fair that the theme "Get Potter to realize I'm the prettiest boy alive" played through his subconscious mind it manifested this way.

"Wow," Ron Weasley gasps when Draco opens the door to their train compartment. "A boy Veela."

Good grief, the Wish Magic made him a veela and he didn't notice for a full month because he was busy trying to save his family. Now he understands why his parents worried about him walking out in public and why every student he passed by had stared at him with slack jaws.

He had been so used to being watched in the future he forgot it should have happened here.

Father's great-grandmother was a veela, and the man could still remember having to fight off seniors in his youth. Now he had to do it again but for his son. He was going white from stress as Draco boarded, and his mother was no better, placing multiple pieces of protective jewelry on him.

They had nearly homeschooled him because male veelas' allure was much more powerful than a female's. The males were rare, but rather than inspire lust- though many felt that way- Draco boosted inflation. People were literally falling in love with him while he walked by.

Like a stupid airborne love potion.

Potter looked at Draco and promptly declared himself in love with him. He fell to his knees before the blond boy, taking his hand and pressing a sloppy kiss to his knuckles as Weasley watched with wide eyes and a blushing face.

Draco's eye twitches.

He had outgrown Potter, and he would not chase after a forgotten crush. So despite the fact he promised himself he would be friends this time with the Golden Trio, he opened his mouth and said.

"Drop dead, Potter. I'm not interested in dating."

Now he had to live with this new first meeting. The Wishing Star only works once, after all.

But surely, the Chosen One would give up on him.

The thing is, Draco forgot just how determined Harry Potter could be. His new peaceful life may have just become difficult in a new way.

[moonlightdancer26]

having an urge to start a long fanfic that centers around severus being slowly but surely groomed by the slyterin gang with whom he has a very complex friendship due to his blood status? some teenage shenanigans with a dark twist, some angst, some marauders bashing...

I WILL YOU PAY YOU TO WRITE THIS FIC ANON. HAND IT OVER RN

[cornus27florida]

Importance of Knowledge

I initially wants to make entire different theory about Plaid Princes rebellion but I am not in mood for now... I like to make an cpc theory post

^ there must be a very interesting reason over why Leland, the Plaid King, the main antagonist of the CPC deems that knowledge (all-knowing power) will be the most powerful kind - of power.

It's still on fanon theory extension, but with overall of his portrayal makes him such a cunning 🐍villain as even thou he could be sadistic and indeed has terrifying physical power, he believes that non-physical attacks to be the most painful kind to inflict others. He's abusing his own family not by usual type of domestic abuse as going physical BUT with clever usage of words and treatments. He rips the source of motherly love by distancing Isolde from their sons since baby, make his sons could be 'crafted' easier for what he plan - to matching Jack's girls interests with knowledge that he know as BFF. He manipulates his sons very clever to the point that they're not aware at all that they're in abnormal family, they believes that's just how the life it goes to be the perfect plaid prince 'charming' (embodiment of princes that will swoons Jack's girls in the future) and that's because he didn't do physical attack directly if could be avoided. He makes the way of princes lives is constant extreme choice of swim or sink, and treats them with "stick-carrot"

If I could borrowing other fandom, I take "Slyterin" of Harry Potter. The embodiment of cunning that very good with knowledges, they dislike brute forces (although capable to do so) and prefer to do things steathly. Words is power. Knowledges are power. Power =/= muscle

And as Slyterin house symbol is a snake 🐍 is totally enforcing me that Leland who wear his gala outfit as "serpent gambit" to be the perfect embodiment of Slyterin. Sylterin is very complex house and doesn't mean all of them are evil, they have hearts as well like normal human beings... But Slyterin key words are related to becomes non physical violence villain (anti-mainstream one in the typical battle series) and actually the hardest to break because they are armored metaphorically with knowledges that make them usually very clever and could thinks steps ahead to make their evil plan could happen, and twist accordingly current situation forces them

I won't talk about the examples as imho it's quite clear (although I give links to further reading for examples later on) but relating Leland as villain that using knowledges - the neutral symbolism of the snake/serpent is such powerful move by LambCat, makes him the perfect (sympatetic, relatable) villain in the comedy webtoon

Now let's move on to his son that looks the most like him, Frederick. I am reading his wiki page and find something that's very interesting

CURSE Doesn't have a real one but feels his inferiority among the royals of his family is akin to one - while not technically a curse, "his words could become true later on;" (Such a thing that if having knowledge awareness about it, become such a powerful move for overall entirety) also the least lucky character in the series.

Fred's "pseudo" curse making him as a revealator

An example of knowledge holder type of people, and if the one's aware about it could becomes a very powerful ability as it could "bends" the reality. The clear example is Fred's off comment that he majoring in administrative skill, which on the CPC current plot he used it to help his allies bursting in the pastel palace etc (his sudden knowledge about Aurelia's melting curse make that move possible). He knows the strength and skill of another (even if that's as a curse, it's turns to become useful power instead) - and it's very good that Frederick is a kind, good hearted person because this 'power' if say in thr hand of tyrant will becomes so terrifying and horrible

There's another example in other character, Nell. Nell is the resident seer of the CPC regarding random future bad omens. It's unfortunate that her curse not shown useful clearly for a war..but her death premonition about the death of CPC member becomes symbol of the CPC finally "heals-forgives" and could takes the next step

In summary about people with truths knowledge type: based on the internet there

Prophet is a teacher of known truth; a seer is a perceiver of hidden truth, a revelator is a bearer of new truth. In the widest sense, the one most commonly used, the title 'prophet' includes the other titles and makes of the prophet, a teacher, perceiver, and bearer of truth.

It's personal belief intake but for me prophets - related to religion truths and knowledges, as the messenger of the God of religion teachings BUT we won't discuss about it (as I respect anyone belief and religions) because we'll talk 'bout cpc

I feel there's no one that fits being a prophet in the cpc, but in term of the types means Frederick is a revealator while Nell is a seer

Leland is uncertain but I say he's the type that well versed in the knowledges but not on the kind of supersitious (Fred's) or magical (Nell)

He just truly brimming with knowledges, from anything and anywhere. His office brimming with thick books, so many times we shown him to reading a book - or newspapers. Leland is an example of booksmart and likely has very high IQ, but he's cunning and likely has low EQ with example how he didn't symphatizing with the cursed people as revealed in Gwen's dinner party

Leland is a very smart person but lacking the intelligence of the heart (which could be saying with everything that's going on espc what he do to his own family, making him a psychopath) and basically a coward about his own heart feelings. He knows that books, the window of knowledge, is very powerful.. He knows that if there's single entity to make him as the most powerful, is by having the omniscient clam because info=power

Link lists of further reading in cpc blr !!!

The Story of the Little Prince in the CPC

@saemi-the-dreamer knowledge as the neutral symbol meaning of a snake

@the-giggling-guava reblogs about Plaid Princes result of Leland clever abuse (Blaine)

[vivwritesfics]

OMG I LOVED THE SLYTERIN READER X GRYFINDOR CHARLES CAN WE PLS GET A PT2

okok im not gonna do a part two, only bc i have my lestappen x reader harry potter au coming out -- which, i took a poll to see whether it should be a series or a rly long one shot but it'll be a REALLY long one shot so i may actually have to split it up

[snowshadowu]

Adelaide-Slyterin

[reggieblk]

I just read your possible projects, I love the first one where Harry and Tom grow up together. Will Harry be able to talk to snakes? I would love it to be like this :( , also the two in Slyterin sounds very Tempting, from there all your works sound and will be incredible. <3. t

Hi! Hmmm it is a question I long pondered however no! Harry cannot talk to snakes in this fic, bc he is not a Horcrux and never was. It isn't a Time Travel fic, simply a They Live in The Same Timeline fic. I'm really fond of Harry being a parselmouth too but sadly he's not :(

Annnd not to spoil anything but there is a high chance of both of them being in Slytherin :)

Have this snippet about the snakes to console you :

Context : first year

“I’m always right,” Tom said in an attempt to get Harry to laugh.

It worked, the sound lighting up the room. “No you’re not,” Harry replied, grinning at him.

“Oh? An example is required,” Tom said, affronted. 

Harry thought for a while, frowning in thought. “I’ve got it!” he declared, and Tom turned to him even though he was acutely aware of all the people listening in.

“Pray tell,” Tom drawled. 

Harry grinned, “That time you told me snakes could speak english.”

Tom groaned, “Harry I was five.”

Harry laughed loudly, “Yeah! And you made me sit in a field for an hour listening to you hiss about with a snake, trying to convince me that I could understand.”

[plotandburn]

Wrong boy who lives meets Canon

ok so, before anything starts let's get to the rules:

The title of this prompt is "Wrong Boy who lived Meets Canon" so the canonverse has to follow the books down to a T untill the two universes colide (however feel free to correct any racist names and stereotypes and cases of Jk's bogotry against Slyterin's that you may find. i will not tolerate slander against Severus or Draco so if you hate them don't ever write a fict for this or any of my other plot bunnies. )

You don't have to stick with canon ships....in fact i heavily encourage that you don't (just please let be Bill be with Fleur, they are cute)

In neither of the universes you are allowed to pair Harry with Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Neville, Susan Bones, crab, goyle or any of the two other members of the golden trio.

No reader-inserts, self-inserts or unhappy endings are allowed.

spanking, watersports, extremely underage ships or parent/child incest are only allowed if portrayed on a negative light.

Peter Petigrew and Dolores Umbridge must be bashed on both universes.

You must bash Ron Weasley in the WBWL universe and make him a bully cause wbwlharry needs a rival and i'd like for the WBL universe to be compleatly different from canonverse in terms of interactions. (so....yeah...don't pick this plot bunny if you're a apart of the ron Weasley defense sqaud)

Dumbledore must be bashed in the WBWL universe

Molly Weasley must also be bashed in the WBWL universe.

Dumbledore must be gay in both universes and atracted to Grindewalt and Grindewalt alone.

you are not allowed to make wbwlharry OP but you can make him a genious.

you can make wbwlharry be a creature but that creature but that creature can't be an elf (of any kind) or a a naga.

if wbwlJames is evil,wbwlharry's patronus can't be a stag,for obvious reasons.

as there aren't nearly enough ficts with these tropes i've decided that:

Percy Weasley

Sirius Black

James Potter

and

either Fred, George or both

must be Slytherin's in the WBWL universe

while that universe's Severus Snape is a gryffindor.

15.poor grammar is not allowed (you don't need a beta but at least use grammarly some form of grammar corrector)

16. in both universes,Hagrid can only be paired with Madame Maxine and no one else

17. in both universes, Mad Eye Moody and Amelia Bones can't be paired with anyone

18 . in both universes, Minerva Mcgonagal can only be paired with Poppy Pomfrey or anyone on the staff that she never taugh herself.

19. in both universes,Crabbe and Goyle can only be paired with Daphne Greengrass, Astoria Greengrass, Milicent Bulstrode, Susan Bones, Hannah Abbot, each other or an Oc.

Now with that out of the way, let's go:

So the basic premise of this plot bunny is that, when Sirius falls on the Veil in the battle of the ministry, Harry follows him, only the Veil is not a death device but a portal wich brings them to the universe of the Wrong Boy Who lived.

Now, as is a classical of this trope you must chose one of the follow:

A. James is evil and gave Lily a love potion to make her fall for him as well as casting the Imperious on her so that she allowed him to be as violent and neglectfull as he wishes to be with Harry.

B. Same as above but with Lily being the one to give James the potion and cast the imperium in a bid to marry the most popular guy at school (if you ever read Knowledge of the Gods by PreciousLadyAthena on Ao3. This Lilly is basically the one depicted in that story but more evil)

C. Jilly as a whole is evil and only care about Harry's oc sibbling/ the one dubbed as the chosen one.

D. Dumbledore spelled Jilly to be evil

Regardless, it is up to you to decide wbwlHarry's house and romantic interests.

I wanna see canonverse Sirius and Harry trying to help wbwlharry with his voldemort while wbwlharry helps them to get back home.

Make of that what you will

[lightcreators]

@hellsurvivr continue from here

THE EX SLYTERIN TURNS,    at the sound of a voice. and looks over to see one of her old housemates. the two hadn't been friends. given she'd been a good two years older than him. and slytherins in general weren't known for making friends. but she'd been cordial in her dealings with him. at least building a partnership that pushed their house forward. including on the quidditch pitch. given he was the seeker and her the chaser. both striving for victory in hopes of driving gryffindor off their gilded perch. (    or at least try too!    )  and it's that small inkling of familiarity. that has her shifting. making room for him to sit as she nods in approval of his words. beckoning him closer.

                eyes drift from his profile. and back out across the vast landscape that is hogwarts. she hadn't been here since the war, and could rememeber the war torn savagery that had hit the one place that had always felt like home to her. but being here now, during the memorial and seeing it look as though nothing had changed. made a weird emotion swirl deep in her gut         ❛   you okay?.   ❜    she asks instead, anything to distract her from the darkness of her thoughts. lest she get too lost    (    and do something highly stupid!    ) 

Hogwarts opened doors once more --- though, from an certain point of view, it had never been closed once … not even where students lived with an threat of something in middle of the night that could kill them if it was watched directly … not when troubles eating the whole place he didn't really been present by saw it been embraced by darkness --- mostly acknowledging inside his short passing that could have been fatal, it had been engulfed in obscurity … where himself experienced it far more frontally inside his own manor --- There was strangeness associated to that year. Besides, memories turned out … difficult to reach. How much did he remember of the previous year, spending to dealing with one problematic presence almost all the time, to feeling trapped inside his own manor, to watch cruetly in face ? Not so much. Some days, he would have wished to had been killed back in the sixth year --- where his gambling with fate and advancements of finalized moves inside an chessboard … didn't really reached the ending he would have desired. Where he really thought he wasn't going to make it, and had been spared for better being tortured inside another year. Some others days, he wanted pretend nothing happened. An option he would take for emotionally experiencing that last year.

It would last step of his illusionnist game. Pretending complete opposite of the reality in front of everyone else, meanwhile searching to fix past mistakes and managing to bring happiness where he could, for anchoring that last year as something who always had been an reflection of the past --- It would partially rewritten his own memories, altering reality coming of it, while turning secrete thoughts about events of the past. Guilt would eventually betraying his expression sooner as he could anticipating about it. Even remembrance of such memorial was an recollection of an personal failure --- another ending could have been written. Another ending could have been done, regardless if the victim picked that game. Another ending could have happened if someone else didn't take responsability for him. No matter how many silent pleading could be done, reality will not change. Actually, even his own sacrifice, unless brought a cruel fatality to that world, would have changed nothing. It wasn't even like he sensed physically his survival at the moment … It seemed another ephemeral illusion.

They didn't really communicating lot with each other, though, it was supposed the year where everything could change. It was another page of an book who was supposed to be prepared, and truthfully, now Potter get the fame he never wanted in the first place, it was his occassion to finish the job in the backstage … if he managed to emotionally move on. Pretending his Hogwarts years always had been like this Pretending nothing happened. Pretending never the thought had crossed his mind to sacrifice his life for a happy ending by turning inside another tragedy. Without waiting, he sat towards the offered place, offering an small smile. Brightness cannot be faked, emptiness of that expression expressed his feelings. ❝ It depends on the definition of alright. ❞ He mused with hint of playfulness. He wasn't. Never had been since a couple of years. Wasn't even sure to be alright again. ❝ Being alive is already a good thing for the future torment of loneliness that awaits me. ❞ He self-mocked. ❝ And you ? It must be weird to finally have normality after all this chaos, but unfortunately you can't touch it. At least, regarding Hogwarts. I imagine life after will be simpler with your future job. ❞

[museyourmarbles]

@familyname

To Sebastian horror, his best friend Ominis (and possibly his only friend) had picked Anne, his twin sister, to study for Defense against the dark arts with. Although it wasn’t a big surprise because last week he complained about Sebastian’s strong interest in the subject. Swearing, he would not encourage the behavior. However, the sass from his friend wasn’t enough to stop him. 

Nevertheless, he looked around the room looking for a new study partner. First spotting Imeida Reye’s a fellow Slyterin, absolutely not he thought to himself. She had little patience for people like Sebastian who didn’t take things seriously. He scanned the room once more, finally landing on Lucius Malfoy. He would certainly do. He was a fellow Slyterin which was a plus. And more so he had incredible wand work in DADA class.

He walked over, taking a seat next to the icy blonde haired boy. “ Would you want to study together?” He asked in a non-chalent tone.