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schmem14 · 5 months

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Hello friends! Recently, I participated in the fourth HP Rare Pair fest, and with 81 unique and beautiful entries it was a veritable FEAST for the eyes and heart and soul. (Check out the whole collection here)

I wanted to take a moment to post highlights of the fics that just really brought me to my knees in hopes that you’ll fangirl/boy/person over them with me!

1. Evergreen by @thecouchsofa (23k)- Harry Potter x George Weasley What would happen if Harry asked George to go to the Yule Ball with him instead of Parvati? This GOF Yule Ball AU is sure to slay you with sheer adorableness. I couldn’t stop smiling and squealing through the whole thing. This rare pair is one of my favorites, and this fic went above and beyond, plus it’s the perfect holiday read! Rating: T

2. Lonely Creatures by @apricitydays-lazynights (5k)- Severus Snape x Giant Squid The prompt to put these two together could easily have been pure hentai crack nonsense (which is a brilliant option) but this story did things to me that I can’t even put into words. It’s tender, melancholy, and cuts to the heart of Severus Snape’s isolation and longing to be seen and loved. The details of this are so richly woven, and I particularly enjoyed the authors’ focus on Mermlish/Merfolk. Standing ovation to this fic! Rating: E

3. Slice of Night by SquibNation10 (9k)- Aurora Sinistra x Severus Snape This was the fic that took me the most by surprise. I love the creativity in taking a character who gets very few canon details and making them real and beautiful and believable. Auror Sinistra is divine in this, and I’ll give some honorable mentions to both Argus Filch and Rolanda Hooch as excellent supporting characters that also don’t typcially get a lot of spotlight. What a gorgeous slice of life fic! Rating: T

3. Quick Quotes and Quibbles by RainstormRadish (3k)- Luna Lovegood x Rita Skeeter Rita and Luna have to work together to cover the wedding of Neville Longbottom and Pansy Parkinson. There’s just something about a story told in unconventional medium that will always ALWAYS pull me in! This unlikely pairing comes together in the sweetest way, their strong personalities balancing each other out until they become a formidable team. I particularly loved the graphics and paper trail memos/epistolary style storytelling. Rating: T

4. Your seat, it’s the best seat by @the-houseryn (17k)- Ron Weasley x Draco Malfoy MOVE OVER only one bed, there’s a new trope in town and it’s the ONLY ONE SEAT trope!! This was sexy, flirtatous, and hot AF. I’m always down for a Dron fic, but this one is one of the best I’ve read in a while, with some delicious pining and a predictably oblivious Ron. Do yourself a favor and indulge in the lap-sitting fic of the year! Rating: E

5. Vivaldi and Hot Chocolate by @patriceavril (6k)- Percy Weasley x Stan Shunpike What was Percy up to in OTP/HBP? What a lonely life that must have been! This fic was soft and sweet, giving some much-needed love to a character that we all wrote off in canon for being a stuck-up prick. I love how Percy seeks out the warmth and comfort of the Knight Bus, coming back for more because of the kind-hearted and bubbly Stan Shunpike, who always insists on giving Percy free hot chocolate. I never expected to be so enamoured by this pairing, but I am! Rating: T

6. The monster you feed by @ghostfelicis188 (11k)- Regulus Black x Remus Lupin This canon-compliant fic tore me to shreds. TO SHREDS. Like, I am such a simp for tragic Remus romances, and this took the cake. Features: pining artist Remus, and shit-eating cruel Regulus who toys with Remus the whole damn fic. If you like hurt no comfort, this is the fic for you. *Chefs Kiss* Rating: M

7. Gilded Web by @emilyrickman AlihotsyTotsy (8k)- George Weasley x Blaise Zabini I cannot believe that this understated fic packed such a punch in 8,000 words. George agrees to an undercover operation to investigate the mysterious deaths of Mrs. Zabini’s deceased husbands. He is so pure in this, his characterization charming and believable, I just need more of this George! Bonus points for references to “the Sting” Rating: M

8. Sleeping with Ghosts by @ghaniblue (21k)- Harry Potter x Regulus Black x Draco Malfoy My initial thoughts when encountering this relationship tag was something akin to a bewildered head scratch but OMG the best thing about this fest is having expectations completely upended! This fic slayed hard with a slow burn, found family, semi-sentient house renovation angle that had me completely melted by the end. Rating: M

9. The Last Trial of Peter Petegrew by @sleepstxtic (20 k)- Peter Petegrew x James Potter If possible, I’d like to ram this fic down the throats of all my mutuals with a plea to PLEASE READ THIS FIC. I can’t begin to describe in a tiny paragraph what this did to me. Often Peter Petegrew is relegated to the traitor bus in fandom (understandable) but this took every mean and traitorous part of his character and made me almost like him despite his treachery! The format of this was also a delight to read, and I love that Hermione presents the case for Peter Petegrew in this meta purgatory-style courtroom drama. Rating: M

10. Anatomy of a memory by @venom0usbarbie (9k)- Ginny Weasley x Tom Riddle This story was pure poetry wrapped in a sinister diary-shaped package. I love the self-fulfilling prophecy nature of this time loop style storyline, as well as the toxic obsession and manipulation played out between Ginny and Tom. What a mindfuck ending that was, too! Kudos to the “Tom Riddle is his own Warning” tag. Rating: M

11. Sweet Boy by @maraudersaffair (6k)- Narcissa Black Malfoy x Harry Potter A not-quite-fake dating fic with lots of smut, thirst, and mommy/praise kink? Yes, please! I was literally panting by the end of this, Harry and Narcissa are so hot together! Rating: E

12. Growing Suspicion by nocturn (1.8k)- Neville Longbottom x Marcus Flint Someone keeps mutilating Neville’s plants, and he’s going to get to the bottom of it OR that time Marcus expresses feelings but doesn’t understand proper plant care. This fic was A-DOR-ABLE. Love me a good Hogwarts professors/staff fic, and this was just a bite-sized delight to read. Rating: G

13. For Your Burning Gaze by SquibNation10 (22k)- Neville Longbottom x Pansy Parkinson The fic that I most want to see a sequel for award goes to… this Twilight Zone post-war marriage law fic complete with creepy house elves and a very troubled Pansy, who seems to be the only one realizing that something is not quite right! This is one of the best Panville fics I’ve read, I was on the edge of my seat the entire time. Rating: E

Thanks to @hprarepairfest for putting on another amazing fest!

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hprarepairfest · 5 months

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Rare Pair Fest IV Works - Day 17

Nearly at the end of posting and today's fics are GREAT! 😍

Title: Sweet Boy Author: @maraudersaffair Ship: Harry Potter/Narcissa Malfoy Prompt: #159 Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6k Warnings: Mild Mommy Kink, Praise Kink, Semi-Public Sex Summary: Harry agrees to date Narcissa to help her improve the reputation of her family. The intensity of their sexual chemistry takes them both by surprise, and it turns out there is nothing fake about their arrangement.

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Title: Lonely Creatures Author: apricitydays-lazynights Ship: Severus Snape/ Giant Squid Prompt: #60 Rating: E Word Count: 5837 Warnings: homophobia, tentacles (consensual) Summary:

Life as a double-agent Potions Master who lost the love of his life and generally hates people is pretty shitty. Severus has a chance meeting one night at the bottom of the lake that changes his life forever.

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Title: Law of Attraction Author: @givemetherapyimawritingtravesty Ship: Cedric Diggory/Teddy Lupin Prompt: 375 Rating: E Word Count: 2,010 Warnings: None Summary:

Prompt 375 (from anon): Professional quidditch rivalry! Cedric is the oldest player in the league and Teddy is the youngest.

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Title: Late Nights and Mistakes Author: @nellietrelawney Ship: Bellatrix Black Lestrange/Rodolphus Lestrange Prompt: #286 Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4,110 Warnings: rough sex, unplanned pregnancy, infidelity Summary:

A secret tryst leaves Bellatrix Black pregnant— by a man who belongs to someone else.

See the whole collection HERE!

#hp rare pairs #hp rare pair fest #hp fanfic #fanfiction #hp fest #harry potter #hp rare pair #narcissa malfoy #severus snape #giant squid #cedric diggory #teddy lupin #bellatrix lestrange x rodolphus lestrange #bellatrix lestrange #rodolphus lestrange

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lion-hrt · 2 years

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Severus Snape x Reader (Fluff)

Summary: Professor Snape and reader have a bit of a misunderstanding about feelings...nothing a bit of liquid courage, or better yet, liquid luck, couldn’t solve.

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I still couldn’t quite believe I was headed out the large double doors towards Hogsmeade on a date with Severus Snape. It had been about 6 months since I had taken up the position of Charms at Hogwarts while Professor Flitwick took a much-needed sabbatical. Since starting, I had befriended nearly all the faculty except for Professor Snape. It wasn’t even that he was unfriendly; he was perfectly polite, in fact, but there was no hint of warmth or camaraderie between us.

Despite a dearth of friendship between us (or really anything beyond total neutrality), I couldn’t help but notice the small kindnesses he extended when he thought no one was looking. True, it would be unlikely for someone to be outside on a freezing winter morning watching the sunrise from the top of the astronomy tower which offered a wonderful view of the castle grounds and the lone figure in dressed head to toe in black on a brisk morning walk sweeping snow from sapling pine trees bent nearly to the ground with the weight. It would also be perfectly reasonable to assume the hospital wing were empty upon first glance at the rows of unoccupied beds, the shadows around the edges concealing not only a Charms professor on a mission to see if the rumors of a particularly bashful ghost were true, but also a man on his way to deliver a gentle sleeping potion to Madame Pomfrey who still suffered terrible nightmares about the Battle of Hogwarts only a few years prior. So, as these things happen, I developed something of a crush.

As the months passed and the weather improved, I started to run into Professor Snape a bit more often on my jaunts around the grounds. At first they truly seemed to be coincidences but I started to feel a nagging suspicion that there was perhaps a bit more orchestration involved. Still, whenever I attempted conversation, I found myself rebuffed. I decided to turn over a new leaf and take matters into my own hands for once and just ask Professor Snape to have tea with me. After all, given how often he seemed to appear in the same vicinity as me when I went to visit the owls to say hello, or as I sat by the lake refining my sketches of the giant squid, we seemed to share some pretty similar interests. If he wasn’t interested, then he could come out and say so.

One Saturday morning, I gathered up the nerve and left my chambers and set out to find Professor Snape. I had no idea where he was in the castle, but I trusted that I would simply run into him. Rounding the corner towards the library, I did run into Professor Snape, quite literally. I bounced off of his chest and nearly fell over backwards if it weren’t for him reaching out to catch me, holding tight to my upper arms. We both spoke at the same time:

“Ah, uh, Professor [L/N], I was actually just looking for you I wanted to ask--”

“Professor Snape! Sorry, I’m sorry, I was just looking for you--”

We both stopped mid-sentence to let the other continue. He stared at me quite severely so I decided to get it over with. I cleared my throat. “Yes, Professor Snape, I was just saying, I wondered if you might be interested in accompanying me to Hogsmeade for a cup of tea? If you’re not busy...” I trailed off. He was looking at me oddly, like he was trying to observe something. I shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. “Well,” I continued, “if you’ve already got plans then--”

“No,” he said quickly. “Tea would be, ah--tea would be lovely.”

“Oh!” I said, not really expecting to have gotten this far. “Great! Shall we?”

Exiting the castle together, I wasn’t sure what to say, or how to even start a conversation. Thankfully, Professor Snape thought it his turn to be bold, and asked me more about my life before coming to teach at Hogwarts. As an American, I had not studied there myself, but I had heard a great deal about the castle growing up and had always been eager to visit. In no time at all we were standing outside of a garishly pink tea shop. Why on Earth Professor Snape chose this place, I couldn’t begin to imagine, but he led the way inside. Once we were seated with a teapot and plates of scones, clotted cream, and jam set in front of us, I looked up at Professor Snape and was struck by how relaxed he looked in comparison to how I normally saw him. His dark eyes met mine, and I glanced back down at my tea, feeling the beginnings of a blush warm my cheeks. We sat in companionable silence, watching the people bustling around us in the shop and outside on the street.

After a time, I stood up to use the restroom. When I neared the table again, I saw Professor Snape withdraw his hand under the table and quickly tuck something into his pocket; the glint of glass caught my eye.

“What was that?” I asked, sitting back down. I picked up my teacup and swirled the tea around, gazing into the milky brown liquid.

“Are you implying I dosed your drink with something, Professor?” he retorted, the hint of sneer forming on his face. “If this is how you think I would act on a da-” he stopped himself, color beginning to creep into his cheeks. “I mean, maybe it’s for the best if I take my leave.” He stood up, and something small fell onto the ground. He must have missed his pocket in his hurry to stow the tiny vial. It rolled towards me, and I leaned over to pick it up from where it lay against my foot. Holding the dregs of the golden potion to the light, I laughed. “Is this...felix felicis? Why on Earth would you be taking this?”

Professor Snape stood there, eyeing the door. He seemed to be deciding whether he should bolt or not. Instead, with a fortifying breath, he sat back down. He rubbed his eyes with thumb and forefinger of one hand for a moment, then looked up at me. “Look, Professor...” He shook his head slightly then continued, “[Y/N], I’m not the most...comfortable...in admitting how I feel, or when I’d like to get to know someone better. I owe you an apology. Earlier this morning, I drank the contents of that vial which you rightly pointed out to be a luck potion. I thought...I hoped...that with a bit of a nudge, I might be able to...oh, I don’t know what I had hoped. Catch you on your way to observe some rare animal in the forest, and get the chance to finally ask you on a date. Well, I did run into you, but I feel like perhaps I made a mistake with the potion. I thought it would be easier to talk with you if I weren’t so afraid of saying the wrong thing or putting you off. But then I couldn’t think what to say at all, and you were looking everywhere else but at me. If the potion had actually worked---”

I couldn’t help it. I burst out laughing. Professor Snape’s eyes narrowed slightly. “If this is pity, I neither need nor want it.” His voice has gained an icy edge.

“No, not pity! Not even close. This is just too much. Severus, I don’t think your potion malfunctioned. I think it didn’t know what else to do! When I bumped into you earlier, I was already looking for you to ask you out to tea. I haven’t been avoiding looking at you because I don’t want to be here; I can’t look at you too long because I was too self-conscious that you’d catch me blushing like a fool. I’ve been having a wonderful time, Severus, really!”

He looked incredulous. “Wonderful?” He asked.

I nodded emphatically. “Yes, absolutely.”

Severus plucked the vial of luck potion from my fingers and vanished it. Then, his face broke into a tentative smile. “In that case, might you be inclined to join me for another round of tea?”

I smiled back. “Yes, gladly. And, if you’re lucky,” I winked, “I might be free for dinner as well.”

#severus snape #severus snape x reader #pro snape #snape fanfiction #harry potter #severus snape fanfiction

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ottogatto · 3 years

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"Hang out with me, and I’ll never lay a wand on old Snivelly again."

"I’d rather date the Giant Squid, Potter."

Seems like canon!Lily’s into Tentacle Bestiality 😂

#severus snape #lily evans #pro snape #giant squid x lily evans 😂#that’s canon #i’d rather throat the giant squid #squilily > lames

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violetrainbow412-blog · 3 years

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Forbidden love [R.B]

Regulus Black x reader

Word count: 6.1K

Disclaimer: This one shot was not written by me, it was originally written by @lullabaesstuff as a gift to me and I have her permission to publish it.

The alarm clock fell right on top of the glabella, snatching a groan from her.

She didn’t even understand why she still kept that trinket when it was the same rays of the sun that woke her up every day, but it was enough for her to open her eyes and see the company next to her to understand the current panorama.

She rubbed the space between her eyebrows, being completely sure that the alarm clock had left a red and irritated mark on her forehead, and if it had not been for her back caressing a padded surface, she would have sworn she had spent the night in the damn broom room.

She lay on her side, ignoring the alarm clock that kept moving like crazy on the ledge where Y/N put it back. She made a mental note to get rid of that gadget even if he had to throw it across the top floor of the Gryffindor tower towards the black lake and she might even give the lake's Dugbogs a good hit to stop mating in front of the window of the rooms.

It was horrible. The dungeon chambers were disgustingly uncomfortable and the cold environment made him feel the drops of lake water on his bare skin, not to mention the damn views towards the home of the giant squid that kept pirouetting throughout the night. The Slytherin common room was hell for any student from the other houses, but it was the perfect refuge for snakes.

She wanted to go back to sleep, but the sheet that covered her was snatched from her, making her gasp from the cold draining over her stiff legs. She was wearing only a loose nightshirt ending at the beginning of the thighs where a dangerous hand landed in the valley towards more dangerous areas. She whirled around, her eyes looking at a newly awakened Regulus Black.

This was the eleventh time they slept together and it was also the eleventh time that the pretentious bastard had woken up looking like a goddamn god sculpted with diva hands. He had messy wavy hair on his forehead, his eyelashes wet from the dew of his dreams, and on his bare chest rested the fresh wounds of a busy night. The scratches were still fresh and, latently, seemed to sting. Regulus smiled sleepily, reaching over his head to catch the alarm clock still dancing on the mantel.

"I can't believe you're still keeping this thing."

"Hey!" she complained after Regulus threw the device from the other side of the room hitting the window, where a couple of Dugbogs crowded into the Y/N to find out what was happening “That was given to me by Sirius”

"With more reason it goes to the garbage"

"You are a fucking inconsiderate"

"Yeah, whatever, can we go back to sleep?"

“I would like, but I can't. Your room looks like a fucking refrigerator and someone had the great idea to take the covers off me"

"I can't believe it" Regulus smiled, dropping his head on the pillow "Are you already feeling bad about such a good morning?"

"You make me sick"

"Hmm," he complained, rattling his Adam's apple. Y/N he observed it. Hell, had he already mentioned how stupidly attractive he looked when he woke up? He had that relaxed air that softened his features, in addition, his eyes seemed to glow with the blow of the emerald ceiling lamps and his lips, swollen by moisture, the previous bites and the coldness of the place glowed pink like two freshly cut strawberries. Y/N approached him, taking his lips with her teeth. Regulus let her do it.

"Good Morning"

"Very good, I would say." Regulus stroked his bare legs, silently reclaiming his overnight attention. Then his magic fingers descended to her knees where she made circles as she rolled them onto the mattress, leaving her beneath him. The dugbogs crowded closer to the window, almost hitting it “Do you want to go out for breakfast? Or is it that you prefer me to bring something for both of you? "

“No, I made an appointment to see Severus in the library to study Defense before class. You know I've been trying to give Gryffindor the points we lost because of me”

"Ah, I remember, they are the same points that Slytherin received thanks to my”

“It wasn't fair!” she complained, pounding him on the chest. Regulus complained because his fresh scratches throbbed fiery "I was the one who almost drowned in the lake and still Minerva punished me by subtracting points"

"Well, it was you who hurt the Lobalug."

"But it was he who grabbed me by the feet and dragged me two meters into the forest and then tried to kill me!"

"You hit him in the face"

"He bit me first"

"And I jumped to save you"

“I didn't need you”

"Of course yes"

"Shut up"

"Force me"

And she did. She took his mouth immediately in a kind of suction that threw Regulus off his feet. He lifted her leg and the serpent's naked body stood up in exaltation. He tried to remove her shirt, but she stopped him claiming to have to leave the room soon. The boy complained, pinning her to the bed once more.

"Tell Severus to come here to help you"

"And that he see us together? First dead"

"I'm not excited to be related to you either, but hey, it's better than nothing"

“You would be lucky they did. It would be the best reputation you would have in years”

"You are hateful"

"No more than you"

"Come here" he took her by the cheeks, leading her to kiss him as they had been doing for now every weekend since the beginning of the sixth grade, when the incident with the lobalug became public and they began this affective hate-sex relationship after the doors of their respective rooms. Regulus hid his hands on her hips and when she wanted to do the same on her opposite back, her fingers touched the fresh scratches from the night before "I forgot those were still there"

"Do they hurt?"

"No, it's okay. I know you like to do it rough"

Y/N's cheeks flared with embarrassment. She jumped off the bed looking for her uniform scattered around the room trying to hide the embarrassment from her starting to creep up her face. God, if he kept making comments like that, it would become increasingly difficult for him to ignore him and appear in public the supposed hatred was declared. At first, it was easy to do so, because the hatred between lions and snakes was innate, the contempt emanating from both antitheses was a tradition in the school, and relationships between them were something forbidden, a total sacrilege.

But it was so difficult to stay on the other side of the dividing line when charming bastards existed like Regulus Black. So it didn't take long for her to fall in love with his games like the fucking cocky he was.

She got rid of her shirt by throwing it at Regulus's face as he watched her. Then she took her skirt, draped it over her hips, and pulled on her stockings along with her shoes at the foot of the bed. The Gryffindor tie was wrapped around her neck like a choker, hoping that her shame would be lost by the pressure of the fabric.

Regulus stopped her on the way to the door by standing in front of her. There was something different about her olive eyes as if within them had unspoken words burning his chest. Suddenly the room was no longer cold to an oven. Y/N did not notice the nakedness of her partner until he put his hands on his hips, demanding explanations.

"Move on"

"I don’t want"

"I'll do it myself if you don't move" the boy smiled smugly. Y/N rolled his eyes. She hated every part of him. His narcissistic attitude, his hostile behavior towards others, his egocentricity, the way he walks down the hallways, the wickedness of his mind and the way he made her feel filled by the nights. But what she hated the most were undoubtedly her insults during her classes, where he and her housemates teased her along with the rest of her friends. But that was forgotten when they dated in the dungeons, with Y/N taking control of the room to make him pay for the morning humiliations. It was a game of tug of war that was driving them crazy "If you don't run to the side, animal"

"Specify, darling, because in the conditions I'm in..."

"You are a damn pig, move now"

"Wait," he asked, approaching his nightstand to take a ballot and hand it to him. Y/N avoided looking at his bare ass as he turned around "Here"

"What is this?"

"The common room password changes every two weeks, remember?" Y/N snorted "What?"

"We have been seeing each other in this place for half the year, when will you go to my common room?"

Regulus looked offended

"Me? In the house of lions? I don’t believe it"

"Please, my room is warmer than this, not to mention the fact that I'm sick of seeing the Dugbogs mating in front of the window." Regulus smiled, trying to grab her by the waist.

"They don't complain when they see us do the same."

Y/N's eyes widened as if they were going to jump from her place at the impudence of the naked boy in front of her. She turned to the bed, took the sheet and threw it at him so that he could cover himself down there. The younger of the Blacks laughed. Y/N did not remember him so carefree.

"You are an idiot"

"I'm wondering the same"

"You... ugh. Damn conceited viper"

"What about you? You disgusting arrogant lion.” Y/N clenched her fists, wanting to bury them in his lovely square jaw. But then Regulus pulled her by her waist, pulling her close to his naked body, taking her breath away. They fit together as well as a couple of puzzle pieces. They were no longer even limited to the physical, but their thoughts were as coordinated as a pair of gears, ready to continue the other's work. Even if their public fights were potential for deep hatred between the houses, they could both feel something else rising between them, without really knowing what it was. But standing there, in the middle of the room and with each other's hands locked in an embrace, Regulus leaned down to take his lips in a warm kiss, as he had never done before. Suddenly the room disappeared and there was no one left out there but the two of them, together and fitting together perfectly. Regulus pulled away, resting his forehead on Y/N's, calming his heart.

"I hate you"

Y/N smiled

"Me too"

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The death eaters mobilized from northern Europe to Africa, recruiting hundreds of creatures willing to support Lord Voldemort's rise to the subjugal power of the wizarding community. Hundreds of Aurors came to the defense of the ministry and, in the final weeks of the course, Y/N's mother received the body of her husband who had fallen in battle.

It was a private funeral ceremony because the body suffered so much that the mere exposure of the corpse for the protocol farewell was overwhelming for the whole family. Y/N was not absent from school for more than two days and when she returned, a cloud of sadness accompanied her everywhere.

The marauders went out of their way to cheer her up even if her efforts were in vain. Sirius went out of his way to make her forget such a terrible event, however it was impossible because the Slytherins were too cruel to remind him during her classes of the fall of the ministry and boast the rise of the dark lord. Being the daughter of the magical security chief was difficult, but being the daughter of the dead magical security chief was even worse.

"Dumbledore said you could keep skipping classes if you weren't feeling well," Sirius told him one day when the Marauders and Y/N walked together towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts room. The animagus walked backward trying to convince his friend to go back to the room “We can cover you and Remus and Lily will take care of taking your tasks to the room. You don't need to be present "

"I must occupy my mind in something so as not to feel that I am going crazy, Sirius" she replied, seeing how James imitated the walk of his friend trying to persuade her "I need to return to classes, my N.E.W.T.s will be next year and I need to prepare. My dad's position will not take care of itself "

"What?” Remus questioned walking in the same way as the other two thus forming a barrier in front of Y/N. Lily Evans took her by the arm while Peter placed a hand on her shoulder for comfort. The lycanthrope was about to trip "Did the minister offer you the position in the office of aurors?"

“I spoke to him after my father's funeral. If I get an extraordinary in all my electives, I can move up to dad's job. For now there is a deputy head of the department and at my graduation, I will have to take charge "

"Oh! Did you hear that, Padfoot? We will have an influential friend in the ministry!"

"James" scolded the redhead. He raised his hands in surrender. “The ministry is not an easy thing, much less now with the issue of... death eaters”

"That's why I want to do it" Y/N stopped at the threshold of the room looking closely at her friends. After the death of her father, she stopped being the Y/N before becoming a version of herself that she didn’t know. Now, with the panorama of Voldemort above their heads, she couldn't think of anything other than revenge and the destruction of each of her collaborators from the root of it. Azkaban would be covered in scum and Y/N could walk on the fetid bodies of those she had taken from her father. The very image of blood running down her fingers made him smile, seeing the others in red. Her sorting hat hadn't been wrong. She was a hungry lion. She could eat the entrails of her adversaries if she wanted to.

Sirius took her by the cheeks feeling scared. Her friend, the precious and not at all vindictive Y/N was out of her mind, desiring the vindication of her father over her own safety and that was something that they as her faithful friends they could not and should not allow.

These were difficult times, but they hoped to make the Order of the Phoenix work commanded by Albus Dumbledore, the greatest wizard in history.

“Are you sure you want to go in there?” Sirius asked before stepping into the classroom. The Slytherins were already there, eagerly awaiting the entry of the Gryffindors to start a war without a white flag. Y/N sighed, seeing Regulus at the end of the classroom accompanied by Lucius Malfoy "The snakes will start talking ..."

"I have been able to deal with them since the first year, I think I can bear them now"

"As you wish, but we'll be close just in case," James stated leading Lily near Severus Snape's table right next to Regulus Black. Sirius led Y/N to the penultimate table in front of Lucius, giving Regulus a slight glance over her eyelashes. "Don't worry, we've got it figured out."

With Peter and Remus sitting next to Sirius, they formed a barrier to Y/N's sides protecting her from the mocking gazes of the snakes. That day was a class purely between snakes and lions, causing suffocating tension. The teacher welcomed them, however, the discomfort was not diluted.

There was a long silence. Lucius Malfoy cleared his throat and suddenly the laughter began. The Slytherin support for the dark lord's cause was no surprise to anyone, but this time was the first time they had bragged about it out loud and out of their nest.

"I heard of the tragedy in the ministry" spoke Lucius "It seems that the combined force of the aurors was not enough to stop half the number of death eaters of those who really are"

"Shut up, Lucius," Regulus scolded him. Y/N's fists turned white. Sirius put one of his hands on top of him preventing him from exploding in front of the teacher "This is not the time"

"It is always time, Regulus!" he muttered, amused "you know what else I heard? That the power of the head of magical security did not turn out what they expected either. He didn't even defend himself like a real man would.”

"Lucius, shut your mouth."

"So what if not, Potter?” the boy turned to his adversary, he glared at him while his round glasses fogged up “Is the head of magical security going to arrest me? It is true that he cannot. You know what's funny?" the rest of the Slytherins chanted a festive Whaaat? encouraging their leader to speak “That old auror is more useful underground, at least he's giving the worms a good feast!”

The snakes' laughter turned into screams of terror as the enraged lioness leaped from her place onto Lucius Malfoy's desk, landing on his knees and bringing both hands to his neck.

She squeezed with all of his might. Both struggled on the armchair until it fell backward, dropping them on a bookcase full of unknown substances covering their faces.

Y/N sifted her fingers in the middle of a scream. She heard the voices of her friends yelling at her, but the little remaining common sense was erased from her mind. His eyes widened bloodshot in the same way that Lucius's did. He kicked to free himself. Y/N swore that if she had her wand in hand, a single movement would have been enough to send Malfoy to hell and even down there she would follow closely to make him swallow his words.

"Y/N, drop it!" shouted the teacher amid the shock "One hundred points less for Gryffindor! Two Hundred! Five hundred!"

But she wouldn't let him go.

Lucius's face turned purple. The Slytherins screamed and Regulus decided to intervene out of his stupor. He took her by her hips pulling her up. The girl's fingers slipped from the neck of hers opposite hers, leaving terrifying marks on her windpipe. She was sure of something, Lucius Malfoy wouldn't be able to speak for a long time.

"Enough, enough!" he stopped him. Y/N she looked at him “Did you go crazy? You could have killed him! "

"How did he and his people kill my father?" she sentenced. Regulus sighed "The same way they enjoyed watching the aurors beg for mercy?"

"He didn’t do it"

"We all know what happens in the dungeons here," she whispered. Sirius, still flabbergasted, put a hand on his shoulder. “The plans they have coming out of school and if I can take care of the death eaters even before they are then I will. It would be like squashing a rat"

"You don't know what you're talking about," he warned her. Y/N's eyes crystallized.

"You neither"

Severus Snape and the rest of his friends approached Lucius writhing on the floor for air as Y/N and Regulus entered into a staring battle neither wanted to lose. They were saying so much and at the same time nothing. It was absurd for her to believe for a second in Regulus's support. After her father's funeral she imagined she could put aside the pretended hate game with Regulus, put the cards on the table and clarify his situation, however, he seemed not to want to leave their meetings, she could see it in his eyes because they debated whether to throw it all away or cling to the illusion of their furtive relationship. Y/N was so tired. The death of her father served him to experience the deep pain of loss in a world where the lives of her loved ones were at stake. She no longer wanted to lose anyone and neither did she want to continue faking her feelings.

She was no fool, the Slytherins believed in pureblood supremacy. The Blacks, so famous in their time, were the family of classist magicians par excellence. Regulus need not be the exception.

It was stupid to think of a future with him. A lion and a snake, as ridiculous as it sounded, were only meant to hate each other to death and to destroy each other from the ground up if possible. And she didn't fully believe in it until that moment, when she noticed Regulus's penchant for his circle of friends and not for the pain she was going through.

The only thing Regulus wanted was to keep bringing her to his bed to keep it warm because, as he already knew, a snake's nest was very cold at night.

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After the altercation and the teacher threatening to ask the principal for her definitive expulsion from school, Y/N fled the classroom to spend the rest of the day in the forbidden forest.

Near the screaming house the marauders had installed a tire swing on one of the branches of the Whomping Willow. Since they spent a lot of time nearby and the tree had powerful arms, they found it fun to install a swing to pass the time.

The willow tree was annoyed by their daring, causing the swing of its branches trying to move them away, however, that only amused Sirius who, having a child's soul, loved to get on the swing.

Y/N took advantage of the moment to sit on the swing under the shade of the willow, waiting for the end of her misfortunes, even if they seemed not to want to leave soon.

There was a strange calm around. Perhaps it was because of the rising twilight or because the noise did not reach the depth of the forest. The sky danced between colored clouds, projecting monstrous figures with Professor Sprout's plants onto the greenhouse ceiling. On the ground just below her feet her shadow rose like a giant covering the tree trunks until the fading of sunset.

It was a nightmare. Y/N really believed in her strength to face situations with the Slytherins, however, the poison from Lucius's fangs unhinged her, taking the situation out of her hands. Did she regret it? Of course not. They had taken children's games too far. The intention to bother in the classes went from raising the egos of their respective houses to hurting susceptibilities and mocking the pain of the families of the fallen aurors in the fort of the ministry of magic. Y/N sighed. Everything was lost. Dumbledore would expel him from school, she would not present the N.E.WT.s, her house would lose the cup because of her and whatever she had with Regulus was left in the ashes of a phoenix that would never emerge.

Maybe it was better that way. It was too good to be true. Enjoying the company of the second heir to the Black family was fleeting, an epiphany of her longing, foolish, and capricious heart. Regulus needed to be with someone to be satisfied with her, not to deliver a promise of the heart.

Regulus Black was her undoing. Those brown eyes sparkled like emeralds beneath her two perfectly framed brows. She could almost imagine him face to face, appreciating the peak of his pink lips, moist and swollen from the contact; his hands running over her bare legs, making gentle circles with her burning buds in the valley of her venus making her gasp, the sighs on her neck, the laughter immediately supervening, the scratches in his back...

God, Regulus was going to kill her.

"Y/N..." she jumped in her place as she felt the touch of Regulus's hands on her waist and the steam from her mouth on her ear. She tried to get up, however, Regulus pinned her to the swing without letting her escape. Y/N she looked at him over her shoulder, clutching her hands to the ropes of the swing, noticing the boy's serious expression. She turned her attention to the horizon where the stars formed Orion's first belt. "I've been looking for you for hours."

"And?"

"We need to talk"

“There is nothing to speak of, Regulus. We already told each other what we should"

"It's not true, you ran away from class as soon as I tried to explain you"

"It was better. If not, the others would start talking. A Slytherin explaining to a Gryffindor? You hate me, remember? "

"It was a simple game, Y/N, this time it went too far"

"And I must think that you think it was my fault"

"Well..."

"Get out"

"What?"

"Get out!" she yelled, jumping to her feet, taking him by surprise "If you really think Lucius is a poor victim then we have no more to say"

"Y/N, you attacked him"

"And he killed my father"

"You know it wasn't like that"

“And should I wait for him to do it?” she questioned. Her voice in a thread “I have a mother too, do you want me to wait sitting while I watch how they kill her? I've been in the home of snakes for a long time” she smiles “I even fucked one. I know how they think"

"Not all Slytherins are like this"

“Starting with you, right?” Regulus frowned “You are the example of what a proud Slytherin should be, huh? Don't be so arrogant, dear”

Regulus scowled as much as he could, unsettled by her reproach. He didn't even know what she was talking about, but he understood the purpose behind it. She was trying to use her sharp words to mitigate the pain over the loss of her father and the humiliation of Lucius Malfoy in front of the student body. He even managed to understand Y/N's disappointment at not having stood up for her, but what could he have done? If Y/N had death eaters inferior in concept to a plague of rats, then how would he go about telling her that he was one himself?

Regulus kept that secret suspiciously. A secret that he was not proud to carry at all. No one, fully aware of the value of his life, ever, under any circumstances, wanted to be one of Lord Voldemort's followers. Regulus felt dirty just thinking about the possibility of following in his footsteps. Of Lucius he did not doubt it, the silver-haired morale was very distracted and he might as well sell his dignity for the glory of his last name, something that made Regulus sick.

During his encounters with Y/N he managed to hide his mark with a reflector spell, but he couldn't do it anymore. To deceive her would be to make her an accomplice and it was the last thing he wanted. His sexual-affective relationship escalated to exorbitant levels. At first, it was fun to experience that duality, the emotion of sleeping with someone from a forbidden house seemed to be as scandalous as possible and he loved the feeling of rebellion, the ecstasy achieved after their encounters, the burning of his skin when the nails of his companion buried themselves in his back crying out for the depth of his continuous movements. He couldn't make her part of something so horrible, not when her lies forced them to form a stronger bond than it seemed.

They had fallen in love, not knowing in turn, that they had done so for a long time.

Regulus lifted the sleeve of his tunic, showing her his left forearm. Y/N narrowed her eyes because in the light of the waning moon she could not fully appreciate what he was trying to show her. He lit the tip of her wand, lighting up his arm. Then Regulus ran her wand across his snowy skin, exposing a seething dark mark causing her horror. Y/N opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out of it. Regulus Black a Death Eater. The boy she was sleeping with, she had fallen in love with... he was nothing more than a murderer.

He stopped her after seeing her intention to flee. Y/N couldn't look him in the eye without remembering his father's coffin covered from head to toe by a sheet soaked in perfume to avoid evidence of his corpse decomposing, the putrid smell coming out of his wooden bed and being eaten Already for the first worms in his prune eyes. Y/N raised her wand and with wet eyes pointed it at Regulus, placing it firmly on her neck, right on the opponent's jugular. He raised his hands. His eyes shone behind a crystalline cloak.

"I would never hurt you"

"Now you are one of them"

“Nothing has changed in me. That it has the mark does not mean that-"

"You are a murderer!" she yelled at him, burying the tip of her wand into his skin. Regulus backed away.

"Is not true"

"You will be at some point"

"Please listen to me"

"I have to finish you off before I-"

"Don't be ridiculous!" he took the wand away without having to struggle. Y/N had no real intention of harming him, although her stupor left him chilled by the confession. Regulus approached taking her by the hips, hugging her "please, this... this is silly, you know that I would not do something to hurt you"

"The world has been divided into two sides" he claimed "Whose side are you on?"

"I don't choose sides"

"I do," she replied, pulling away from him. Regulus refused "And I have already chosen mine"

"Y/N..."

"Go away, Regulus"

"No. You can't be serious"

"I do. Go away"

But Regulus didn’t go away. He took her by the shoulders of her bringing her closer to him reaching to bring hers together with her lips. Y/N resisted for a moment, but the boy's demand was so great that she had no choice and she accepted the intrusion into her mouth. Then the feeling of guilt and anger over her lover's secret disturbed her, forcing her to separate to run away from there.

"Y/N!"

Regulus followed her through a passageway he did not know about, but which marauders used on full moon nights to transport Lupin to the Gryffindor common room. So it seemed the shortcut went through the forest to the stairs of the service that led to the tower of the lions. Y/N ignored the Death Eater's calls until he reached the portrait, entered through it, and went up to her room.

She was lucky, until that period her roommates had stopped attending Hogwarts to finish school at Beauxbatons. As they were triplets, her parents decided to send them to France to take advantage of their education and to train in tracking for their next job as aurors. Y/N was grateful when Regulus Black, clearing the ladder traps for the boys' access, entered the bedroom.

"Get out"

“Not until you listen to me. You never let me finish what I have to say"

"That's because I don't care"

"But I do and you're going to listen to me, even if you don't want to"

"Are you going to force me?"

"Only if it is necessary"

"Cynical, get out of my bedroom!"

"Shut up or they'll listen to us"

"They won't if you go"

"I already told you no"

"I hate you!"

"I hate you more"

"I. Want. You. To. Go. Away" Y/N was furious, throwing her clothes at him in an attempt to scare him away, leaving mountain after mountain of clothes on the ground.

Regulus attacked her suddenly, bringing their lips together. Their relationship was kind of strange, but that was how they liked it. Fighting was the first incentive to lock themselves in the room and unleash her fervent emotions on the other. Their bodies vibrated with vigorous anxiety making them enjoy every touch. Their clothes soon adorned the floor of the room along with the other garments. Regulus's hands locked hers above her head, hooking them with the small sheet over her headboard. Y/N observed it. He smiled wickedly.

“You won't be able to kick me out of your life, pumpkin. That will never happen"

He whispered to her before sinking into her.

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"It hurts?"

“Only when he makes a call. After that, I can’t feel it"

"God, Regulus, it must be horrible."

"Okay, I'm going to get used to it"

After waking up the next morning they both decided to spend some time in bed talking about what happened. Regulus told her his reasons for accepting the mark and how his parents forced him to do so. He was afraid of becoming a murderer, so Y/N's rejection only stoked his fear. She understood him, he apologized for not defending him from Lucius and they forgave each other.

Their bare legs brushed and as Regulus held her, there was a knock on the door.

"Hmm, Y/N?"

"Yes?" he replied quietly hoping that Sirius would not think of opening the door as it did not have a latch. Y/N asked Regulus to keep quiet "Is something wrong?"

"No, it's just that it's late and since you disappeared all day yesterday I forgot to tell you that Dumbledore needs to talk to you."

"What?” she asked alarmed. Regulus looked at her "Really?"

"Yeah, it's about what happened yesterday with Malfoy. By the way, nice hit!"

"Thank you" she got up like a spring looking for her clothes in the middle of the mess of the night before. Regulus watched her from the bed "Did he say what time he needed to see me?"

"Yeah ah..." Sirius paused, possibly looking at the clock "just in ten minutes"

"Ten minutes! By Merlin. I'm coming down! "

"Hurry," he said, knocking on the door "With the boys we decided to accompany you to Dumbledore's office, we will strike outside his office if he happens to expels you!"

"Wait downstairs!" he yelled. Then he heard Sirius's footsteps down the stairs. He approached Regulus putting on the skirt, shirt, shoes and the first tie she found "Get dressed and get out of here when I'm gone"

"Can't I wait for you until you come back?"

"No. The others would notice"

"And that? It's about time"

"Really? You... do you want to make this official?"

Regulus fiddled with his hands, embarrassed.

"Yes, well, you don't want to?"

"Of course, but they will start talking."

"I do not mind. I'm done with this stupid game. I want to take you by the hand through the corridors, kiss you whenever I want without worrying if people are looking or not” he rolled his eyes in annoyance. Y/N smiled.

"Well then it will be official"

"Perfect"

"Well, I'm leaving" she approached giving him a little kiss on the lips "You wait ten minutes and you go, okay?"

"Yeah"

"Well"

"Y/N?" he called her before he saw her walk out the door. They both looked at each other for a second. Regulus smiled "I love you" Y/N smiled back even brighter.

"I love you too"

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Y/N she ran downstairs, rushing to meet Dumbledore wishing she wouldn't make him wait. It was her chance to continue her plans to take her father's place in the ministry. Hopefully, Albus would turn a blind eye to her and in return, she would volunteer to be a part of the Order of the Phoenix.

Her friends were already waiting for her in front of her portrait talking among themselves when they saw her arrive. The boys' mouths fell to the floor as Lily blinked several times in disbelief of what her friend was wearing. And she looked at herself from all sides, did she smell bad?

“But what the hell are you wearing?” Sirius questioned in horror. Y/N didn't understand the problem until Peter lifted the cloth around her neck showing him the silver and emerald colors of her tie. Her cheeks burned with shame

"I uh ..."

"Pumpkin?" Regulus's voice emerged from above, coming down the stairs. He was holding Y/N's tie in his hand, the real one "Have you seen my...? oh"

The marauders's eyes shifted from Sirius brother to Y/N noting the scandalous change of clothing. Y/N wished at that moment to be an ostrich and to stick her head to the ground. Sirius screeched.

"Regulus?! You and her...?!"

Regulus raised his hands.

"Surprise?"

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lilahisntsadanymore · 2 years

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We're the black sheep

Chapter Two

Pairing: Sirius Black x reader

Words count: 1.8k

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[Y/n] and Circe decided to grab some food from the Great Hall and have a small morning walk outside. The castle was stunning inside and the surroundings weren't worse. The girls took a stroll near the Great Lake, or as some people used to call it – the Black Lake. Under the lake there was the Slytherin common room, sometimes the students could see through a glass part of the ceiling a giant squid swimming by.

"Look who's there." [Y/n] scoffed, pointing at a couple which was sitting under a tree, very close to the lake.

"Oh Merlin. Let's go, we'll be late for the first class." Circe sighed, grabbing her friend's wrist. The couple sitting under the tree was Circe's ex with his new girlfriend.

"No, Circe. Let's punish our favourite Ravenclaw for cheating on you with that Hufflepuff blondie."

"Or let's punish them both."

The girls smiled mischevously at each other. When they noticed the couple getting up, they took out their wands. [Y/n]'s pointed at the boy and Circe's pointed at the girl.

"Flippendo!"

The Hufflepuff girl fell into the lake.

"Avis!"

The Ravenclaw boy was attacked by a bunch of tiny birds that flew out of [Y/n]'s wand. Girls laughed watching him trying to help his new girlfriend get out of the water as birds were flying all around him. When he noticed [Y/n] and Circe, he started walking towards them with a wand in his hand and an angry frown on his face.

"Time for some morning jogging." [Y/n] laughed, grabbing her friend's forearm. The Ravenclaw ran after them, shooting spells but the girls were dodging them well.

"Potions?" [Y/n] asked, not stopping running.

"Potions." Circe answered.

As they ran to the classroom, their laugh echoed though hallways.

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The girls were late for class. They tried to put on serious faces, but it was so hard for them to stop giggling. Everyone turned to them as soon as they walked through the door, causing [Y/n] and Circe to burst out laughing.

"Miss Hannigan, Miss Northcott," professor Slughorn looked at the girls, "late on the first day, I don't think it's a good reason to laugh about."

"We're so sorry, professor." Circe apologized.

"Only five minutes late though, " [Y/n] added in a defensive but sweet tone she usually used with every teacher, "I'm sure it's not a big problem."

"I'm not taking any points from Slytherin just because it's the first day. Please take a seat."

[Y/n] and Circe sat at the last empty table. Unfortunately for them, it was a table right in front of the boys they mutually disliked. James and Sirius, who were constantly whispering something to each other.

"Today we're talking about this potion," the professor pointed at his desk, on which there was a vial of a pearly-coloured potion with a spiral steam rising from it, "does anyone know what potion it is?"

Slughorn looked around the classroom, hoping to see at least one raised hand. But it seemed like nobody wanted to answer, so [Y/n] raised her hand.

"Yes, Miss Hannigan?"

"I'm pretty sure it's amortentia," she answered, "the strongest love potion. Are we going to make it? I thought it's illegal and its production is supervised by the Ministry of Magic."

"That's right, ten points to Slytherin. You aren't going to make it, but I'd like to ask four of you to come up to my desk."

Those four students were [Y/n], her housemate Severus Snape and two Gryffindors: Remus Lupin and Marlene McKinnon. Professor asked them to smell the potion and asked:

"What do you smell?"

"Chocolate." Remus answered. "And the smell of baking."

"I can smell some flower. And the scent of library? And...strawberries?" Severus said.

"I smell oranges!" Marlene giggled. "And grass mixed with girly perfume"

"Lucky. All I can smell are cigarettes and some expensive cologne." [Y/n] nagged, rolling her eyes.

"Blame yourself," Remus said, trying not to laugh, because he suspected who [Y/n] smelled in the potion, "you smell what attracts you."

[Y/n] rolled her eyes at the comment.

"Very well, Mr Lupin" the teacher smiled at the boy, "ten points to Gryffindor. You can go back to your seats."

Everyone sat on their seats. Suddenly [Y/n] felt someone kicking her chair. Of course, it was nobody else than Sirius. The girl turned around and hissed:

"What's your problem, Black?"

"My problem?" He acted surprised and a smile appeared on his face, "You're the one smelling me in amortentia."

Then it hit her. She really did smell Sirius in the potion. [Y/n] was confused. She hated him, why would she be attracted to him? Not wanting to give him the satisfaction, she put an angry look on her face and said:

"Shove off, don't be so self absorbed."

"You like me." The boy teased.

"Shut up, Black."

[Y/n] turned around. She was furious. When she heard James and Sirius laugh, she clenched her fists, which started to shake. She couldn't believe she could have feelings for Sirius. It wasn't possible. The only thing [Y/n] could feel for him was hatred. Or at least that's what she kept repeating to herself.

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"Ugh, I hate Gryffindors." [Y/n] complained when the lesson was finished and now she was walking with Circe to another classroom.

"What's up ladies?" Owen asked, putting his left arm on [Y/n]'s shoulders and the right one around Circe's shoulders.

"[Y/n/n] fancies Black!" Circe squeaked with excitement. [Y/n] made a hand gesture telling her to lower her voice.

"Talk louder, the Hufflepuffs haven't heard you." She said sarcastically. Then she noticed the Marauders walking by and stopping near one of the corridor's big windows. Transfiguration was another subject that Slytherin and Gryffindor had together.

"Whoa, I disappear for one class and some drama happens?" Owen laughed. "Tell me more."

"Basically, [Y/n] smelled Black in amortentia." Circe squeaked again but this time more quiet.

Owen put a hand on his open mouth in shock as he looked at [Y/n] and said:

"I need to tell Reg. I think he-"

"Wen, no," Circe interrupted him, giggling, "not this Black."

Owen's eyes opened wide.

"Like...seriously? Or more like 'siriusly', got it?" The boy giggled.

"Excuse me," [Y/n] said, not feeling well. There was a weird feeling in her stomach making her wanna vomit. "I got to use the bathroom." She quickly walked to the closest restroom.

When she closed the big door, she then checked if every toilet cabin is empty. She wanted to make sure she's alone. Which she was. [Y/n] walked up to one of sinks and put her both hands on the edges of it. Forcing herself to look in the mirror, she noticed her [y/e/c] eyes getting teary.

"You weak bitch." She said to herself, tightening her grip on the sink until her fingers started feeling numb. She hated it, she hated feeling weak. But there was something more she felt. The strange feeling of wanting to puke didn't leave her. In the past fifteen years of her life, she haven't felt like this before. Was it some new level of anger? [Y/n] had no idea but, wanted it to go away as soon as possible.

Then the restroom door opened. [Y/n] wiped away a few tears that strolled down her cheeks. She wouldn't let anybody catch her being like this. Being weak. Especially not Sirius Black, who has just walked in. [Y/n] pushed herself away from the sink.

"What do you want, Black?" The girl put on her angry face again. "It's a girls' restroom."

"I just came here to say it's okay to like me." Sirius said. He seemed to be pleased seeing his enemy in such state. A weak, confused mess. "I'm awesome, too awesome to be hated for too long."

"I don't like you." [Y/n] hissed, turning around to be face to face with Sirius.

"Don't be so scared to admit it," he smirked, "you're not the first one, maybe ask other girls how to get over me. If that's even possible."

"Piss off, I hate you. I despise you."

"You love me, Hannigan."

Sirius stepped closer, causing [Y/n] to step back. She moved a bit to the left so that she wouldn't hurt herself on the sink. Eventually her back touched the cold wall and Sirius was dangerously close. He looked down and [Y/n] looked up because of their height difference.

"You love me," Sirius repeated whispering, "I'd dare you to say you hate me again, but we both know it isn't the truth."

"I fucking hate you, Sirius Black. You're the person I despise the most in the whole Hogwarts." [Y/n] growled, looking straight into the boy's grey eyes.

Sirius didn't say anything back. He looked at the girl with the casual haughty look on his face that [Y/n] suddenly started considering kind of handsome. Out of sudden, Sirius leaned in and put his lips on [Y/n]'s lips. The girl felt a mix of emotions exploding in her, she had absolutely no idea what she truly felt anymore. She was kissing her enemy. The guy she has hated for the past few years. It felt so wrong but it made her feel a warm tingling inside. [Y/n] scolded herself in her mind for liking it.

The kiss lasted longer than it should. [Y/n] pushed Sirius away and looked into his eyes once again. She felt blinded for a moment but then she started feeling the hatred and anger again. He had a smile on his face and that's what made [Y/n] storm out of the restroom.

She had to calm down, it wasn't a good idea to participate in a lesson looking like a mess. [Y/n] ran to the library and took a seat. Her breath was shaking as well as her hands. She hid her face in her hands. Then she felt someone touch her shoulder.

"What happened in the bathroom?" Circe asked, taking a seat next to [Y/n] with a worried look on her face.

"I think I do like Black." Was all [Y/n] managed to say right before tears started falling down her face. It was the first time ever she cried in public. Theoretically, because there wasn't anyone besides these two girls. Oh Merlin, what was the boy doing to her?

Circe hugged her friend, they froze and sat like this for a short period of time that felt like a few minutes. Then [Y/n] stood up, she looked like nothing happened. Her face was back to normal, without any signs of crying.

"It's temporary," she tried to explain, "a small moment of madness."

"What do you mean?" Circe asked being a little confused.

"I'm stressed over OWLs and everything, my brain isn't working properly. I don't 'love' that stupid git, I'm just tired!"

"Whatever rows your boat," Circe also stood up, "we should go if we don't wanna be late again."

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ashesandhackles · 2 years

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lily and harry for the character meme!

Ooooh <3 my son and his fictional mom! Let's gooo.

• favorite thing about them

Harry: it will be cliche, but his bravery and sense of honour. Just recently it was pointed out to me that in GOF, he jumps over the cup (his means of escape) to get to Cedric's body first. It's incredible to me this boy is 14. Of course, i am a mess when I read Forest Again.

Lily: that her association with magic is joyous. The first scene with her when she jumps off the swing and floats in air both shows her control, her powers but also joy. It stands in contrast to Harry, whose magical powers showed up when he was in emotional distress. I really would have loved to have known more about her.

• least favorite thing about them

Harry: honestly? Pretty much nothing. Again, it is due to me enjoying flaws in characters that I find this question hard - but I will be honest, every time he lost his temper, i was either with him or was fascinated by the scene in general. My recent obsession is the scene with him and Hermione in DH in The Life and Lies chapter.

Lily: that she is a ghost in the story that exists to prop story of both her son and her former best friend. We get very little about her in comparison to James, who feels more fleshed out.

• favorite line

Harry: all the sass! But this one never fails to get me: "This is night Diddykins. That's what we call it when it gets dark like this."

Lily: "I wouldn't go out with you if it was a choice between you and the Giant Squid!" She has wit - much like her son. So many writers either go for "fiery temper" or "stuck up" - neither of which holds true on page.

• brOTP

Harry: it's Ron. Always.

Lily: the letter to Sirius was so warm and suggests a close friendship with emotional honesty (that bitchy line about Petunia's vase lol), so Sirius.

• OTP

Harry: Ginny. I really wish HBP did not take most of their relationship offscreen, but this is a relationship I know works best for him and his emotional needs from the very little we do get. Also the lovely fan content makes me really enjoy the ship.

Lily: i have read a lot of ship content with her, but I am partial to a well written Jily. So, James.

• nOTP

Harry: the same answer as the one in Sirius ask. No Sirius x Harry please 🙅

Lily: hmm ..i actually don't have any at the moment. I think my needs with her are simple - don't treat her as a trophy, but a thinking, feeling character with agency, and I am fine. Anything else, and i click out of fan content for her.

• random headcanon

Harry:- his post war Azkaban reform is done in memory of Sirius. He and Hermione also advocate for rehabilitative reforms that focuses on mental health for Azkaban.

- he and Hermione find the Half Blood Prince textbook after war and get the Potions recipes updated/revised.

Lily: that she has a sweet tooth like her son! :D she and Snape developed a capacity of being quite proficient in wandless magic and did lots of experiments over the summer. She initially called Peter "Wormy" because it annoys him, but it stuck. (New reason for Peter's betrayal: he just wanted the woman who called him an annoying nickname killed). Also, she and James are pretty terrible cooks and they really struggled in hiding at first - Sirius used to come over a lot to cook for them (given that this boy was living independently at 17).

• unpopular opinion

Harry: manifestations of Harry's abuse is right there if you know what to look for. He is not an "unrealistic victim". Also, no version of Harry would rest if he thought people were in danger - so Auror in a reformed Ministry makes perfect sense as a career choice. He is a little too driven by overdeveloped sense of responsibility to save people + adrenaline to enjoy teaching as a job.

The other one is that Albus Severus is a name that makes sense with who Harry is post war.

Lily: she is far more compelling as a flawed character who chooses to sacrifice herself for son rather than a paragon of goodness (which is not what we get in memories of her btw). I also find her friendship with Snape super dysfunctional and interesting, and criminally underexplored (or at least in a nuanced way) in canon compliant fics. Also, she and James used to both sneak out under the cloak in hiding ("no chance of excursions" she tells Sirius but she means for both James and herself. I have no idea why people read this as James gallivanating alone when he could have done so if he wanted - the dude is an Animagus)

• song i associate with them

Harry: alt-J- Nara. More about the feel of the song than anything else.

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Lily : time of our lives - Tyrone Wells

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• favorite picture of them

Harry: Blvnk's picture of long haired Harry. I love the hc of him looking like Sirius when he grows up!

I also love this one and this one And this one

Lily: this picture! It really captures her striking beauty while also maintaining her girl next door ish vibe.

#asks #harry james potter #lily evans #thanks for the ask ❤️

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filledelogique · 7 years

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Snape x Giant Squid aka Squape aesthetic.

New otp right here guys. Thanks @shaggydogstail , @nachodiablo , and Luminousgloom for the inspiration for this shitpost.

#what has my life become?#I'm actually really proud of this tbh #like it turned out so well #and it's for fucking squape #Snape #Snape x giant squid #hogwarts #snape aesthetic #harry potter #harry potter aesthetic #harry potter shitpost #Severus snape #giant squid #aesthetic #lol

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blog4snape · 3 years

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What if I meant it? (1)

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Genre: General but with a bit of fluff, romance, drama, a hint of angst, and hurt/comfort if you squint.

Pairing: (young) Severus Snape x Reader

Summary: You (22) ask Snape (18) if he’s going to graduation.

Rating: Citrus (completely and utterly safe for work with some soft fluff and a hint of angst and drama)

Warnings: Anxiety attack, Panic, Unwanted physical contact, Ignoring boundaries and personal space, Mention of child neglect, Hints of child abuse, *spoilers and jokes onward* Reader/Teacher probably projects but you didn’t hear it from me, Teacher tries their best to be professional but it sure won’t last long lol, Snape being tsundere if you squint, Snape being a bit of a drama queen in year 7.

Word Count: ~1.8K

Date Written: 09/10/2020

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June 18th, 1978

The half-moon windows were open, letting a nice summer breeze dance with the curtains. You sat at your desk, your quill scratching away at the parchment beneath you. Your student, Severus Snape, was laying on his back among the pillows and cushions in the pit, flipping through yellowed pages in an old book.

“Are you going to be at graduation?” You asked, not looking up from your paperwork.

“No. My dorm-mates aren’t going. And she’s not even going to be there, so why should I?” He responded, shifting slightly among the soft fabrics.

“Who’s she?” You raised a curious brow, glancing up at him for a moment.

He rolled onto his stomach and looked down. He sighed. “It doesn’t matter.”

You took a moment to scratch your arm, confused at the sudden change in his demeanor. “It sounds like it matters a lot to you.” You prodded.

He rolled his eyes and pressed his face into the center of the scuffed book.

You sighed after a few moments of silence. “If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine.” You assured calmly, dipping your quill into the ink well as you continued writing.

There was a beat of silence. He sighed, pulling the book away from his hooked nose. “It’s my mother.” He explained.

You stopped scratching your quill at the parchment and you looked up at him. He wasn’t looking at you, or even anything in the room. His eyes were unfocused and distant as his fingers fiddled with the corners of forgotten pages.

“Do you want her to be there?” You asked softly.

“No… I don’t know why I even said that.” He muttered, turning onto his side and facing away from you.

“Does she matter a lot to you?” You asked.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Not like I matter to her.”

Your heart cracked. You stood up from your desk and sat on the floor, cross-legged behind him. You reached out a hand and rubbed his back in gentle circles. You looked at your lap and exhaled. “Why do you say that?” You asked, evenly.

You felt his back rise under your hand before falling as he sighed deeply. “She wasn’t there… She hasn’t been there. She doesn’t even write ‘me. Not even for the holidays.”

You swallowed the woeful lump in your throat. “Do you want her to come to your graduation?” You asked, twirling a dark lock of his hair that had draped across his shoulder blade.

“I don’t even know what I’d do if I saw her.” He murmured. “Like… would I be happy? Would I be disappointed? Would I be mad that she shows up all of a sudden after ignoring me my whole life?” His voice raised as he kept speaking, a sharpened edge embedding his final words.

Your teeth grated down on your lips further as he continued talking. You had known his home life was bad, but you never knew he was outright neglected. “You don’t deserve that,” You hissed, squaring your shoulders. You stopped rubbing his shoulder and dug your nails into your lap instead.

He peered at your hardened features from over his shoulder. “Deserve what?” He questioned, his eyes scanning up and down your face.

You stopped chewing your lip, your mouth catching his eyes' attention. “You don’t deserve that. A mother who has neglected you and only bothers to pay attention when you’ve achieved something? When you’ve finished something?” Your tone laced with pure venom. “Where’s the love in that?” Tears pricked your eyes as you stared at your flexed fingers.

He licked his lips, still focusing on yours. “There is none.”

Your shoulders fell as well as your face and breath. “Has she ever… shown you any love?” You nearly whispered, your fingertips barely relaxing their assault on your thighs.

He sat up, stretching his long legs out. He sucked his upper teeth and looked at his knees. “Maybe she has, once or twice. I can’t remember anymore.” He stared at the fingers gripping your lap tightly.

You stared at the same fingers, your eyes glistening in sorrow. “How could she not love you? How could she not pay any attention to you?” You mourned. “You’re respectful, you’re brilliant. You’re a lovely boy that any mother should be proud of and would be more than lucky to have.”

His stained fingers wrapped around your wrist, his nimble thumb tracing alien shapes into your skin. Your head snapped up to look at him. He glanced up from your lips to look into your eyes. His eyes were swirling with something you couldn’t quite place.

“You really think so?” He whispered, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“I know so-” You began, confidently.

You never did get to finish that sentence.

Severus quickly closed the space between you two, his mouth firm on yours.

You didn’t kiss back. You were frozen solid as if you were trapped in cursed ice.

He was pressing further into your lips, trying to deepen the kiss. His other hand reached up to your cheek. He stroked a scarred finger across your skin before you snapped back into reality.

You gasped loudly and pulled away from him as quickly as possible. Your hands caught you before you fell on your back. “What in Merlin just happened-” You sputtered, with a red face and tears that you didn’t realize had fallen. Your knees pressed into your chest, kicking off of the ground and scooting you closer to the desk you considered safe as you clutched desperately behind you.

His hands were suspended in the air. He looked horrified. His countenance rivaled the giant squid’s- it turned white, then pink, then red, then blue. As he turned purple he quickly sucked in a large breath, his face turning back to red. “Prof-professor, I’m- I’m so- I’m so sorry-” He stuttered.

You continued to stare at him incredulously, your chest rising and falling in rapid breaths.

He avoided your face. “I don’t- I didn’t- I have no idea what- what came over me!” He stammered, wringing his hands together.

You shifted, sitting on your knees and facing him. “Why did you-”

“I don’t know!” He blurted, before slapping his hands to his treacherous mouth.

You jumped, your hands further gripping the wood behind you as your back pressed against the solid surface.

“S-sorry! I didn’t mean to yell! N-not at you!” He apologized, holding his hands out placatingly. He started to breathe heavily, moving his hands to the emerald striped tie that was currently too tight around his neck. He started wringing it, wrinkling the fabric and trying to pull it away from his neck. He made a choking sound.

“Stop, stop!” You intervened, grabbing his fidgeting hands. “You’re going to hurt yourself!” You warned.

He nodded, still breathing heavily. His hands ran down his face instead, pulling at his skin and any stray hairs unlucky enough to be caught in the crossfire.

You loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top buttons of his white collar. “Okay, now deep breaths. In through your nose and out through your mouth. Hold a moment before release.” You demonstrated, putting your hands on his trembling shoulders.

After some moments of patience, he followed your lead. His breathing calmed, and so did his self-destructive fidgeting, but the burning crimson hue of his cheeks didn’t. His head dropped and he let out an elongated sigh. “I’m so sorry.” He murmured. “I don’t know what came over me, kissing a teacher-” He buried his searing face into his stuttering hands.

You patted his head awkwardly. “There, there.” You grimaced. “It was an accident… although a weird one. Please never talk about this to anyone.”

He inhaled deeply, nodding his head. “I’m just- I’m just going to go back to my common room.” He thought aloud, standing up.

“Maybe that would be for the best…” You followed his lead, patting his back. “See you in class tomorrow.” You took your seat at your desk and tried to focus enough to continue doing paperwork.

You didn’t realize Severus was still in your classroom until he cleared his throat. You looked up at him.

“Yes?” You asked.

“Professor-” He began, wringing his tie and standing in front of the closed door. “What if- what if it wasn’t an accident?”

You stared up at him, confused. “What do you mean?”

His voice faltered as his mouth opened and closed. With a quick shake of his head, he crossed the room with urgency and stopped at your desk. He leaned over, his hands on opposite sides of your paperwork. He was in your personal space, but you didn’t move, still staring at him with wide and confused eyes. He breathed deeply, the warm air fanning across your face. “What if I meant it? To kiss you?”

Your mouth opened slightly, before closing again. You set your quill in its well and folded your hands on top of the desk. “W-what?”

“Please,” He urged. “Tell me- tell me you care. Tell me you feel the same-” His voice rasped, “the- the same about me.”

“Severus-” You began, blinking your eyes and shaking your head. “I can’t. You’re my student- I can’t just-” You lost your voice. “It’s unprofessional.” You muttered, holding your head down.

“What if I wasn’t?” He pressed.

“If you weren’t-?”

“If I wasn’t your student.” He dug his nails into the desk, his knuckles turning white.

“You are though-” You furrowed your eyebrows and grimaced. “Severus, I cannot have this conversation with a student.”

His words spilled out at a rapid pace, “I’m graduating this week. I’ll be there. I’ll be there if you’re there. I’ll show up so you can have me as I am-” He implored desperately, trying to grab your hands.

“Severus Snape!” You pulled your hands away and stood up, your chair screeching in protest as its curled legs scraped across the floor. “That is enough! Leave my office at once.”

He stared at you for a while, still breathing heavily. You held your ground, eyes set harshly on his. He pushed himself up off of your desk and stormed out of your office, his emerald robes following behind him in a flourish. He ripped open the door and turned around for a moment to glare at you. He slammed it shut with a scowl on his face. For a few moments, it was silent. You stayed standing, staring at the door as your harsh eyes dissipated. You heard him sigh behind your door before his heavy steps echoed unevenly down the hall.

You crumbled into your seat and held your face in your hands, knowing the stack of paperwork sitting before you won’t get done in this lifetime.

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A/N: This was my first attempt at drama, I hope it worked out well! Thank you for reading <3 This work is a part of my larger series, Afterimages of You. You can read it here on my Tumblr Masterlist or on my AO3!

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thebadgerclan · 3 years

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The Matron’s Assistant

Pairing: Severus Snape x reader

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: You return to Hogwarts, and find more than just work...

Severus could hardly believe his eyes as he watched a young woman, dressed in a scarlet gown along with a white apron, enter the Great Hall. “Everyone please welcome Miss Y/N L/N, who has returned to Hogwarts to assist Madam Pomfrey!” Dumbledore announced, and Severus applauded along with the rest of the students and staff. You’d graduated two years ago, planning to pursue a healing career, and seeing you here, a smile on your face, Severus knew you’d succeeded. You’d been the top student in every one of your classes, always standing out, but that wasn’t the only reason Severus noticed you.

Since your 6th year, Severus had been in love with you. He’d never acted on his feelings for you, never mentioned them to a soul, but his heart belonged to you, even if you’d never know. When you graduated, he thought he’d seen the last of you, but here you were, just as beautiful, if not more so, than the day he’d watched you sail back across the lake. The Welcome Feast began, but Severus’ gaze and mind was fixed on you, daydreams of you being his flooding his thoughts. He was so caught up in his head that Severus didn’t notice you were staring right back at him.

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“Everyone please welcome Miss Y/N L/N, who has returned to Hogwarts to assist Madam Pomfrey!” You beamed at the applause from the students and staff, overjoyed to be back in the castle you called home for 7 years. Your eyes swept over the expanse of the Great Hall, locking on the obsidian ones of Severus Snape. Of course, you knew he would be here, but seeing him seated a few seats away from you stole the breath from your lungs. Since your 4th year, you’d been in love with the man.

At first, you were attracted to his looks, but as you grew and began taking more advanced classes, in which Severus wasn’t as cold or cruel, you were attracted to his personality. And when you graduated, you were head over heels in love with the man. You never cared that most people called him a “greasy git”, you knew that under the cold shell was a kind man, broken as he may be. Madam Pomfrey had written to you a month ago asking you to return to the castle to work alongside her, and you’d accepted at once. Severus hadn’t been one of the factors that drew you back to Hogwarts, but now that you were here, only feet from the man in question, you realized that your feelings for him hadn’t faded one bit.

The feast went on around you, but your thoughts were entirely of Severus. You stole glances at him throughout the meal, and to your delight, you saw that each time you looked over at him, he was looking right back. When the feast drew to a close, Madam Pomfrey escorted you up to the hospital wing and showed you to your rooms. “I hope you find them up to your liking,” she said, lighting a few candles. “If you need anything, Seeley, my house elf, would be happy to help you. Now, I’ll be up to bed, and I suggest you do the same. Students will be flooding the Wing tomorrow with injuries.” You nodded, and the matron opened the door. “Y/N,” she said, pausing. “I’m so happy to have you here.” “Thank you, Poppy,” you responded. “I’m so happy to be here.”

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The next morning, you dressed and headed down to breakfast, eager to start your first day as the matron’s assistant. Through breakfast, Severus would glance at you, smiling softly or waving, and your heart fluttered in your chest. Of course, he was likely just being cordial, but one could dream. A few hours later, you were stocking the bedside cabinets in the hospital wing when the sound of footsteps disturbed your peaceful chore. You stood upright, setting the supplies, bandages at the moment, on a near bed. Severus had entered, a large box under one arm.

“Professor Snape,” you greeted, moving closer to him. “What can I do for you?” He laughed softly, setting the box down on the bed at his side. “Please, call me Severus. We are coworkers now.” For some reason, the notion thrilled you, and unbeknownst to you, it did the same to Severus. “Alright, Severus, what can I do for you?” “I have the potions Madam Pomfrey requested I make. I thought I’d bring them up.” You nodded, stepping forward and glancing in the box. It was the usual stock: Pepper-Up, Skele-Gro, Essence of Dittany, diluted Bubotuber Pus, and the like.

“Thank you,” you said, a smile on your face. “Madam Pomfrey’s actually down at the lake. A third year decided to see if she could find the Giant Squid. The Giant Squid didn’t like that very much.” Severus laughed aloud, and the sound warmed your heart. “I know, that’s why I brought these up now. I was hoping I’d get to talk to you.” You felt yourself flush, and your heart sped up. “A-about what?” Severus smirked, though inside, his stomach was rolling with nerves and anxiety. He took a few deep breaths, willing himself not to lose his nerve.

“Y/N, I cannot tell you how happy I am to see you back in the castle,” he began, trying not to come on so strong. “I know you’re going to do some incredible work here.” You blushed even deeper, biting your lip as you attempted to suppress a smile. “Thank you, Severus. I did learn from the best, after all.” “Oh, I’m sure you had any number of amazing teachers while you were abroad.” You couldn’t fight the smile anymore, and your lips crooked upwards. “None as skilled or knowledgeable as you.” Severus truly couldn’t tell if you were flirting with him, or just being polite, but he pressed on before he lost his nerve.

“You flatter me, Y/N, truly. But that isn’t the only reason I’m glad you’re here.” You looked up at him, eyes wide. “It isn’t?” He shook his head, stepping a bit closer to you. “No,it isn’t. Y/N, I have been in love with you since you were 16.” Your mouth fell open, and Severus continued. “You are and always will be the most intelligent, kindest, most beautiful woman I;ve ever had the privilege to know in my lifetime. Y/N, I have never felt this way about any other person, and the last thing I want to seem like is like I’m rushing things, but I-”

“I love you too,” you blurted, cutting him off. You were breathless, wanting more than anything in this moment to fling yourself into Severus’ arms. “You...you do?” You nodded, stepping closer, leaving a gap of only 6 inches between the two of you. “I do, Severus. I have since my 4th year.” Severus exhaled, breath lightly fanning over your face. “I’ve always thought you were handsome, and I've always known you have the potential to be a tender, kind, loving man. You just need the right person to love.” To your amazement and joy, Severus nodded.

“Y/N, you have no idea how much I adore you. Even though I haven’t yet had the chance to show you, I love you more than there are words to tell you.” You stepped closer yet, placing your hands on Severus’ shoulders. “Then show me, Severus.” Without hesitating, without thinking, he kissed you, arms wrapping around your back, pulling you tight against him, lips soft and warm against yours. You looped your arms around his neck, letting him lead the kiss, getting lost in the feel of him.

You weren’t sure how long the kiss lasted, but when Severus pulled away, it was too soon for your liking. “Will you be mine, Y/N?” he asked, eyes soft and pleading. “I will love you more than anything in this world, I’ll give you anything you could want, I-” “Yes, Severus, I’ll be yours. And all I want is you. Well, that, and maybe dinner with you a few times a week.” He eagerly nodded, kissing your cheek. “Anything, my love, anything.” He pulled you to him, holding you close, swaying slightly. Your heart was bursting with love for this man, overflowing with joy. After 6 years, you had the man you loved, and he had you.

#severus snape x reader #severus snape x you #snape x reader #snape x you #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter reader insert

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mysnarkyslytherinsecret · 7 years

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Come on, Snapey-coo, I want to get lucky tonight ;D

Luckily for you, the giant squid is happy to oblige. Have fun.

#severus snape #headcanon #gilderoy x giant squid #oh my I need that brainbleach now

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schmem14 · 1 year

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My 2022 year in fic

Thanks for the tag, @broomsticks! Original post here.

Tagging @the-francakes @lumosatnight @peachpety @acnelli @sliebman10 @vdoshu @vukovich and literally anyone who hasn’t already been tagged! Love to see what everyone has accomplished.

I like this concept but I’m too lazy to highlight every fic I wrote so I’ll share fun stats instead:

Word Count: 514,865

Number of Fics started and finished: 24 (not including ficlets contained in compilation works)

Number of WIPs started: 8 active docs and 14+ plunnies that I word vomited about in various docs and not much else.

Ships I wrote this year (not including background ships):

Hermione x Draco (19)

Draco x Harry (5)

Harry x George (4)

Harry x Ron (3)

Harry x Theo (2)

Neville x Pansy (2)

Oliver x Marcus (2)

Pansy x Ron (2)

Draco x Ron (2)

Ships with only 1 fic/ficlet written: Golden Trio x Draco, Harry x Ron x Hermione, Luna x Millicent, Ginny x Blaise, Padma x Ron, Parvati x Ron, Luna x Harry, Fred x George, Fred x George x Harry, Harry x Ginny, Harry x Ginny x Ron, Luna x Ginny, Sirius x Remus, Charlie x Draco, Neville x Draco, Lavender x Fenrir, Fleur x Hermione, Draco x Albus Severus, Percy x Marcus, Hagrid x Giant squid, Hagrid x Monster Book of Monsters. Hermione x Theo x Draco, Draco x Theo x Harry

Favorite Fic I wrote (A toss-up!):

How to Care For Your Monster Book: A Guide by Rubeus Hagrid (8k, OS): Hagrid finds many uses for his new course textbook... some of them may shock you. Rating: E

All’s Fair in Love, and War, and Paintball (35k, COMPLETE): A multi-ship 8th year Hogwarts Fic that pays homage to TV series Community’s paint-ball episodes with a last-man-standing paintball competition that breaks out during the Halloween feast. Ships include and are not limited to: Dramione, Panville, NottPott, and Ron x Padma x Parvati. Rating: E

Least Favorite Fic I wrote:

{Life’s Nothing But} Beautiful Catastrophes (115k, COMPLETE): Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger have a one-night-stand-turned pregnancy. Draco finds them again years later when his son is grown. Rating: E

Most Popular Fic I wrote:

**ALSO my longest fic this year

Least Popular Fic I wrote:

Peeling Potatoes (585, OS): George is still grieving Fred. Harry offers a moment of peace. Rating: T

***ALSO my shortest fic this year.

AO3 Fic Writers who have inspired me and my writing this year: doshu, vukovich, nanneramma, eveningstruggle, dodgerkedavra, mignonettes (naughtybaguette), peachpety, TheFrancakes, lumosatnight (noxatnight), wolfpants, swoons, senlinyu, whimsy, heyjude19, sodamnrad, tepre

Favorite Ship: at the moment, all the combinations of Harry, Draco, and Ron. Lately, all my inspiration comes from these characters. Good thing there’s a Ron x Draco fest AND and Dronarry fest this spring (wink, wink)

Least Favorite Ship: I actually don’t think I have one. Every time I say I’m not going to like a new ship, I read something amazing that changes my mind. I believe can be persuaded to like any ship if it’s written well enough!

Fic Writing Breakdown by Season:

Winter: 5 fics

Spring: 4 fics

Summer: 7 fics

Fall: 9 fics (busy end of year!)

Fics with accompanying media by other creators:

What the Portraits Saw (4k, OS):**Embedded with art by Hero//regretful-prince** Portraits are meant to be seen and not heard, or so you've been led to believe. Verity the Virgin is merely the portrait of a simple girl painted into an unimaginative pastoral scene. Her world is upended when she catches a mysterious thief trying to make off with some Malfoy family valuables. Written for the Double the Trouble Dramione Fest 2022. Rating: M

From Sunset to Star Rise (7.5 k, OS): Ron x Harry. **NOW WITH PODFIC, linked in fic. Creator hasn’t been revealed YET but on Dec 30 you’ll know who she is.** Ron and Harry move to New England to get away from the aftermath of war, buy a cozy cabin in the woods, and fall in love under the stars of an autumn sky. Rating: M

Goals for 2023: Release my first ever attempt at Podfic, finish at least 3 of my 8 wips, organize my TBR list, take it easy, and have fun writing!

#2022 year in fic #writers of tumblr #writers of ao3 #crushed it

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bush-viper-cutie · 4 years

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Happy Birthday

Pairing: young!severus X reader

Word Count: 3,099

Rating: T for teen

Plot: It’s your birthday and you can’t wait to attend a big party where most of your fellow 7th years will be, including one Severus Snape. Ready to be more outgoing, you take a chance and participate in several fun activities that leave you wanting more.

Warnings: Bullying, kissing, steamy-ness

A/N: It was my birthday this week so I thought I’d write this quick one for everyone! If it’s your birthday this month then HAPPY BIRTHDAY and if it isn’t then a very late/early happy birthday to you :DD

Posted: 5/7/20

Masterlist

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(y/n) = your name

(y/h) = your house

(e/c) = eye color

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Everyone who was anyone was going to be at the top of the astronomy tower tonight, ready to celebrate you and three other student’s birthdays. You made your way down the cold corridor, clutching your cloak tight to avoid a shiver.

Your shoes clacked on the dry stone and echoed through the corridor as you made it to the tower. You took it two steps at a time, ready for the best night of your Hogwarts life. You were normally shy, rather reserved, and focused on your studies all other nights, but tonight you were ready to be your dream self.

You could hear the music pounding on the door of the astronomy classroom and wondered how on earth no teacher had found out about it yet. You opened the door and the second you stepped through several people cheered, welcoming you in.

The room was open, of course since there needed to be a no ceiling for stargazing, but glittery streamers were still gently gliding high in the air, reflecting the changing lights of candles and torches on the wall. Some students in the back were playing their magical instruments of choice while laughing and keeping rhythm.

You turned and saw a pile of cloaks in the corner and added to it, freeing yourself for the night of your old self, ready to embrace the new you.

“(Y/n)! Over here!” a group of students were waving.

You smiled and ran over, jumping on your friend and giving them a hug, “This party is amazing!”

You looked around at all the students, spotting almost all (Y/H) seventh years – and some sixth years – along with dozens of other students from the other houses. No one was wearing their school uniforms, though the outfits seemed decent enough to get caught in.

“Drinks are over there!” your friend pointed over to a table with several chalices, “Careful though, its spiked.”

You nodded and left your group to grab a drink. The liquid in the chalices were orange and smelled like pumpkin juice, but there was a slight sparkle to it that seemed unusual. You held it to your nose and noted that it smelled amazing, almost making you want to chug it immediately.

You tipped it to your lips and took a sip. You were immediately hit with an immense sense of absolute joy and happiness. Euphoria! You jumped happily and skipped back to your friends, falling onto one of the cushions on the bench, careful not to hit your head on a decorated telescope.

“MMM! Who brewed the Euphoria? It’s amazing!” you chugged the remaining liquid, cheered, and vigorously set your cup down beside you.

“Those Slytherins over there,” your friend pointed to a group of boys. “James made them brew it if they wanted to be let in.”

You looked over at the group and spotted Severus Snape, Mr. Perfect Potions in every class you had taken with him since first year. “Of course.” He was first to finish, the only one who could actually follow the teacher’s instructions, and everyone knew he was the one writing several of the Slytherin’s essays since fifth year.

You remembered asking him once for help on a potion and receiving it easily, which had surprised you at the time. It was after that encounter that you had begun to distance yourself from several of the Gryffindors that picked on him and others like him. They always talked about how awful he was… but he had been so nice to you that day.

He was leaning on the wall on the opposite side with his arms crossed at his chest and long dark hair falling at the sides of his face. He was always clean shaven and quiet, which made you wonder what he was doing in a place like this, especially, with his four bullies just a few feet from him.

You smiled, If Severus can enjoy a party like this, so can I. You laughed at that. Severus wasn’t exactly enjoying anything, just leaning against a wall with his two friends looking at everyone else enjoy things. “Snape can brew a mean Euphoria.”

“That I can’t argue with.”

Your friends continued talking for several more minutes until the last birthday kid arrived which meant the festivities could fully begin.

James stood on a bench and kicked some cups out of his way, “I’d like to thank every last one of you for finding that Gryffindor braveness inside of you and risking your weekends from now until we graduate in a few months to come to this party!”

You clapped with everyone else but rolled your eyes at his theatrics.

“Happy Birthday Remus, my friend, along with the three other students who share his birthday who have also helped put this party together,” he disheveled his own hair and jerked strands out of his eyes. “Let’s have cake!”

A giant cake appeared in the center of the room where five large blankets were spread out. The cake divided itself up into small pieces and James instructed everyone to gather around. A candle popped out of every piece and Remus, you, and the other students stepped forward.

The candles and torches went out and the cake candles lit. Everyone started singing the shortest birthday song most wizards knew and you blew out your fourth of the candles in one blow at the very end. Everyone clapped and Remus got an extra toast from Sirius and Peter.

Several students went back to talking and dancing, but a majority of the students stayed seated in the circle. You knew exactly what was coming. It had been the talk of the school for a month now and at first you knew there was absolutely NO Way you were participating… but now you felt really giddy and excited about it.

“Cake Talk is about to begin so,” Sirius looked at Severus and the other Slytherins, “anyone who doesn’t want to participate LEAVE.”

He stared at them a minute and laughed. Severus frowned and made to stand but his two friends held him down in his spot. Severus crossed his arms and stared back at Sirius, standing his ground.

“Fine then. Let’s begin,” he looked at Severus again and fake gagged, making several students laugh.

The cake floated higher in the air except for a single piece which stayed at mouth level in the air. A bottle of clear liquid appeared under cake piece and everyone clapped. The music was loud but you could still somehow hear the bated breathes of everyone as they waited for something to happen.

Suddenly, the blankets lifted two students from opposite sides of the circle and quickly carried them to the center.

“Ooooh,” the crowd cheered them on.

They looked nervous to face each other but nodded, waiting for someone to yell out a personal question.

“Have you two done it!”

Everyone burst out laughing, making the two students blush. You covered your mouth, remembering the rumor going around school last term about them getting caught in the broom closet.

“Cake.”

“Boooo,” the crowd yelled.

The two students decided not to drink the Veritaserum to answer the question and leaned forward, eating the single piece of cake at the same time until their lips touched. The blanket picked them up again and sent them back to their original spots. Another piece floated down and the process began again.

The blanket chose several Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs, Gryffindors, but now this was the first time a Slytherin was chosen forward. There were a handful of them in the circle, but the first one chosen was none other than Severus Snape.

He was sent forward, catching him by surprise, along with a male student. Laughter arose and Severus looked straight down, avoiding everyone’s eyes.

Sirius threw out the question, “Would you rather kiss the giant squid!”

“Cake,” Severus answered, causing a roar of laughter from the room.

“Talk,” the male student drank from the bottle. “I would rather kiss and marry the giant squid!”

“We all would, mate!” James clapped.

Severus and the other student were sent back and the cake piece stayed floating, waiting. More students went but your eyes were focused on Severus still. His arms were folded and his head was bent so low all his hair had come forward. Something was growing in the pit of your stomach. Guilt? Anger? This game was unfair and the Euphoria was either starting to wear off or it was no longer strong enough to hold back certain feelings.

The blanket was choosing again and this time James leaned forward and smacked the blankets with both hands. Severus and a female student were sent forward. This time Severus sighed and rolled his eyes, knowing exactly what was going to happen.

“What’s Snivellus remind you of?”

“Cake,” Severus folded his arms again.

“Talk,” she took a swig and burst out yelling, “A greasy slug!”

The Slytherins booed but the other students cheered. They were sent back again and two new students were chosen. Severus tried getting up to leave but the blanket had taken hold with a velcro-like strength.

You wished the game would end already. Him and most Slytherins were being treated so awful. You wished you were back by the punch admiring the music and blowing Whispering Bubbles over the edge of the tower with the other students.

You were staring off into the night sky at all the bright stars when you felt something lift you up and you turned as you were rushed forward to the center. You almost yelped but you held your mouth closed until you were set back down.

You looked up and saw the intense black eyes of Severus Snape. His arms were folded but for as long as you looked at him, he looked at you. You blushed and turned away, dreading whatever question was going to be thrown your way.

“You a virgin?”

“Course he is!”

Severus frowned and mumbled his usual reply, “Cake.” He looked away, almost agitated that everything was taking so long.

You looked around and saw you friends looking at you through almost closed fingers. They had warned you not to participate but you didn’t listen, all too eager to have your first kiss.

You breathed out and looked at Severus, making up your mind, “Cake.”

The crowd gasped and went silent. Severus looked up with parted lips, clearly shocked by your choice. He closed his mouth and swallowed, blushing deeply.

You looked at the cake and leaned forward, waiting for Severus to do the same. You looked into his dark eyes as he put his lips to the cake, ready to follow your lead. You took a bite out of the corner, followed by him, both heads tilting in opposite directions. His nose rubbed the tip of yours as another bite was taken, and then another.

He smelled wonderful, you realized. Like a library full of books and a freshly watered garden mixed with the obvious scent that belonged to him and only him. You swallowed the spongy bread with ease and found yourself eager to get to the center, ready to connect lips with him at the last bite.

You closed your eyes and breathed in the sugary smell of the expertly whipped frosting, opening your mouth and closing your lips around the tiny bit of cake, savoring it. You felt his lips touch yours and it felt like a jolt of electricity had traveled from your lips to your chest.

For a second you forgot where you were, the music stopped, and all you could feel was Severus’ breath incredibly close. You swallowed the last bit and pressed forward still, feeling a bit of frosting smear your parted lips as they connected with his. He tasted like vanilla and you found your tongue searching for any leftover sprinkles on his tongue.

He tasted even better than the cake and you couldn’t help but reach for him, grabbing his sweater and pulling him in closer. You shut your eyes tighter as you felt your lips grow warmer and begin to tingle. You felt the need to get closer, to press your body against him, but you had to remember where you were.

You pulled away and gasped, keeping your eyes locked on his as he caught his breath. He was blushing and smiling, entranced by the moment as much as you were. You wiped the white frosting off your lips and sucked it off your thumb slowly, wanting to capture his gaze even longer.

As sudden as the first time, the blanket lifted you up and rushed you back to your spot. You smiled and covered your mouth, searching for Severus’ onyx eyes again. He glanced up at you from his spot and looked down, an obvious smile playing at his lips.

The blanket no longer felt like velcro and you took the opportunity to stand up and walk over to the pumpkin juice hoping to still your racing heart. You turned and hoped Severus was following, but saw it was James and Sirius instead – the only two of their group of friends who had already gone and were free to leave.

You took a chalice and chugged it down, needing to lift your spirits to deal with James and Sirius and whatever they were about to pull.

“Well that was…” Sirius looked to James.

“Surprising, I’d say.” James looked over at Severus who was looking over from the back wall.

“Couldn’t have been that nice if you had to rush over here and chug the juice down,” Sirius yelled a little louder than you had wanted.

You glanced over at Severus who looked away, clearly upset by what he had heard. Even then as James and Sirius tried to make him seem unlikable, your heart was still racing and your lips still ached for his. You turned to them and shoved the empty chalice in their hands.

You walked towards Severus but he left for the other side of the room. You needed to tell him how much you loved it. How you felt like you wanted more, needed more of him. You sighed and waited by a bench for your group of friends to be done.

The torchlights were dimming, and the candles were going out as the hour went on. The night was close to being ruined and there was only one last event that could save it. There were less students but still an enormous handful, and Severus was with his friends talking and drinking one cup after another, that stayed behind.

Cushions from all four houses were being summoned and set on the floor as couples took their spots and claimed each other’s lips. You gulped and decided to use that ‘Gryffindor braveness’ James had mentioned and made your way to Severus.

Him and his friends were getting ready to leave when he saw you. He frowned, making himself look even less approachable than normal, and folded his arms.

“What.” His tone was harsh and it made every hair on your body stand on end.

“Will you join me?” Your voice was louder than you that it would be and was pleased. Maybe you were brave, and just never used it.

His face shifted along with his tone, becoming softer, “Join you?”

More candles were getting put out and you stepped closer, feeling your heart start to race again and your cheeks flush once more. His friends were annoyingly still around, obviously easily engrossed in the drama and you realized this room was the last place you wanted to be with him in.

You smiled, finding it easier to keep talking, “Join me in the empty Ancient Ruins classroom bellow this tower.”

You winked at him and saw his face light up. He nodded and pushed his friends away, thinking the same thing as you about privacy. You took his hand and led him down – taking your cloak with you – and ran giggling into the completely dark and empty room.

The second the door shut you pinned him to the door and pressed yourself against him, kissing him as deeply as possible. You could feel a rush of excitement overtake you and a wave of ecstasy wash over as he moaned behind his smile.

He pulled you in closer and wrapped his arms around, hugging you tight. You stood on your tip toes and unlatched his arms, grabbed his wrists like cuffs and pressed your knuckles to the hard surface behind him. This was the first time you had ever done anything like this and was surprised by your sudden actions.

You had him pushed against the door with his wrists pinned above his shoulders and was currently trailing kisses down his jaw, slowly turning them into bites around his neck. What surprised you most of all was how much he was enjoying it.

You could feel his chest rise and fall with his heavy breaths, matching yours. He turned his head, giving you more of his neck as you nibbled and pulled at his skin. Little red marks were appearing now and, pleased with them, moved back up along his jaw to his mouth.

The moonlight shining through the high windows created a magical glow around you in the silence of the room. Severus eagerly took your lips and hummed with pleasure. You let go of one wrist and trailed your hand down his body, allowing his free hand to do the same. He gripped your waist and pulled you closer, pushing you against him.

“Go out with me!” he blurted out quickly.

He let go of you and you stepped back, watching his face go red. Your happiness overtook you and you started giggling, unable to help thinking how incredibly cute he was. He was covering his face with his hands and shaking his head, his dark tendril-like hair swinging softly and only his nose poked from between his tightly pressed hands.

You smiled and continued giggling, attacking his nose and hands with soft kisses, “Gladly, Severus!”

He looked up and smiled, fixing his glittering black eyes on your (e/c) ones, “Really?”

You stepped closer and stood on your toes once more, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and kissing him passionately. He smiled behind the passionate kiss and wrapped his arms around you once more.

You broke out into a million pecks and finally responded, “I would love nothing more.”

He leaned down and rested his head on your shoulders, breathing softly on your skin, “Happy Birthday, (y/n).”

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Grief and Glory (book one)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3m0wpEw

by FairFortune

(originally posted on Wattpad/ still updating) Years 1-7+ Fred Weasley x reader

please (PLEASE) heed all warnings listed.

Words: 10908, Chapters: 8/100, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Underage

Categories: F/M

Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Severus Snape, Ron Weasley, Sirius Black, Ginny Weasley, Albus Dumbledore, James Potter, Lucius Malfoy, Luna Lovegood, Minerva McGonagall, Lily Evans Potter, Blaise Zabini, George Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Regulus Black, Bill Weasley, Rubeus Hagrid, Andromeda Black Tonks, Lavender Brown, Alice Longbottom, Vincent Crabbe, Charlie Weasley, Percy Weasley, Fleur Delacour, Fred Weasley, Theodore Nott, Dean Thomas, Peter Pettigrew, Frank Longbottom, Poppy Pomfrey, Arthur Weasley, Cho Chang, Daphne Greengrass, Horace Slughorn, Rodolphus Lestrange, Angelina Johnson, Lee Jordan, Filius Flitwick, Viktor Krum, Kreacher (Harry Potter), Molly Weasley, Quirinus Quirrell, Giant Squid (Harry Potter), Gryffindor Quidditch Team, Slytherin Quidditch Team, Ravenclaw Quidditch Team, Hufflepuff Quidditch Team, Irish National Quidditch Team, Rita Skeeter, Vernon Dursley, Petunia Evans Dursley, Xenophilius Lovegood, Beauxbatons Students, Hogwarts Express (Harry Potter), Hogwarts Express Trolley Witch, Salazar Slytherin, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Relationships: Fred Weasley/Reader, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom/Luna Lovegood, Angelina Johnson/George Weasley, Pansy Parkinson/Blaise Zabini, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Nymphadora Tonks/Charlie Weasley, Fleur Delacour/Bill Weasley, Penelope Clearwater/Percy Weasley, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

Additional Tags: Long, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Abuse, Child Abuse, Past Abuse, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Past Child Abuse, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Physical Abuse, Angst with a Happy Ending, Everyone Needs A Hug, Hogwarts, Hogwarts First Year, Hogwarts Second Year, Hogwarts Third Year, Hogwarts Fourth Year, Hogwarts Fifth Year, Hogwarts Sixth Year, Hogwarts Seventh Year, Alternate Hogwarts House Sorting, Arson, Alcohol Withdrawal, Depression, Anxiety, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Nightmares, Psychological Trauma, Quidditch, Quidditch World Cup, Quidditch Player Ginny Weasley, Slytherin, Slytherins Being Slytherins, Prejudice Against Slytherins, Cedric Diggory Lives, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Alternate Universe - No Voldemort, Triwizard Tournament, Yule Ball (Harry Potter), Face Punching, Anger Management, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Manic Episode, Child Neglect, Miscarriage, Violence, Graphic Description, Suicidal Thoughts, Post-it Notes, Love Letters, Hogwarts Letters, Hogwarts Library, Potions Class (Harry Potter), Defense Against the Dark Arts, Minor Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Weddings, People Watching, Drama & Romance, The Author Regrets Nothing, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Author's Favorite, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Honeydukes, Minor Neville Longbottom/Luna Lovegood, Magical Tattoos

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Spideychelle Week: Day Three!

//I’m not going to pretend that I didn’t squeal when I saw this prompt on @spideychelleweek‘s list. As many of you know, I am a HUGE Harry Potter fan, and I am notorious for combining weird things with Hogwarts AUs (See: The Chaser I Seek, whose next chapter I have yet to write XD).

So, here goes: this is based on some AUs by @severus-snape-is-a-butt-trumpet. They’re both brilliant, so let me post them!

The first is: “you know, i was joking when i suggested you jump into the lake and see if there really is a giant squid, and i’m still not sure why you needed to take your clothes off to do this”

The second is: “you’re muggle born, and you insist on wearing your muggle clothes on the weekends, and i just cannot get over the way you look in those jeans, like, god help me”

Enjoy!

Summary: Michelle Jones spends her days after class beneath the beech tree on the grounds, and she has since her first year at Hogwarts. So, when Peter Parker and Ned Leeds begin to join her when they are Sixth Years, MJ is naturally protective... And a few of her quips land her in a load of trouble.

Characters: Michelle Jones x Peter Parker, Ned Leeds

Word Count: 2,581

Warnings: Humor, dorky British accents, jeans, partial undressing, and a quick dip in the lake

There is one thing that MJ would like to make one thing perfectly, perfectly clear

The beech tree on the grounds is her spot, and it has been as long as anyone can remember

Ever since the first year, the place to find MJ in her free time is sprawled out beneath the Therefore, the sight of MJ, dressed in her green and silver house robes and stretched out in the grass, has become as common a sight over the years as the hourglasses in the Great Hall, the ghosts drifting about the castle, and Peeves lurking in the dark corners to cause trouble

For the first five years of her education, this staple of MJ’s life remains unthreatened

She has to put up with people and robes during the day, sure, but as soon as the classes are let out she can summon her clothing, dart down to the lake, and enjoy her alone time, rain or shine

Sixth Year, though, everything MJ knows is threatened

It’s Sixth Year that proves to be the most difficult of MJ’s education, and therefore it’s Sixth Year that she has to put up with the most stress

Between the all-nighters, the group projects, and the mountains of homework, it is this year that she needs the tree more than ever, if only to look forward to the sprawling naps in the grass

But it is this year that the first real threat to her territory is posed

Because it is this year that Ned Leeds and Peter Parker make a move on her turf

At first, she thinks it’s just going to be a one-time thing

The Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, respectively, sort of show up one day a few minutes after she has settled

They don’t infringe upon her space, not exactly, but they do both have the audacity to greet her with polite smiles, forcing her to send a cordial nod their way

And then they do the unthinkable

They sit down on the other side of the tree

At first, MJ has no idea how to react

For one thing, she isn’t exactly sure how she feels about them, specifically Parker

He and Leeds have competed with her for top of class for ages, but there’s something about him that just makes her notice what he does

He’s sweet, and dedicated, and he’s impossibly determined, which has always made him a threat

More than that, though, he has deep, dark eyes that speak to a soulful nature and curly hair, which makes him exactly her type

For another thing-- Well

See first thing

She could ask them to leave, but then that would make her seem unreasonable

And there’s nothing unreasonable about wanting peace and quiet beneath the ancient plant that she has all but claimed for herself, despite having not even been conceived when it was planted

So, instead, MJ elects to completely ignore them, endure the discomfort for a day, and then enjoy the peace and quiet doubly tomorrow

And it’s not so unbearable, really

The best friends sit on the other side of the tree, talking quietly and using their wands to skip rock unnaturally far across the Black Lake

Still, when they leave shortly before she does, MJ can’t help but look forward to the peace and quiet tomorrow

When she arrives the next day, however, the Slytherin makes a discovery that only makes her more desperate

Because not only are the boys here again

But they are wearing their Muggle clothing

It’s not that MJ has anything against Muggles, of course

She may be a Slytherin, but her father was a Muggle before he left her mother, and she finds the idea of a simpler world a bit appealing when her brain gets too loud

But the thing about Peter Parker’s Muggle clothing is that he likes to wear jeans

Now MJ is all for people wearing whatever makes them comfortable

But

When Peter Parker wears those jeans?

Well, let’s just say it’s rather hard not to look

For a while, MJ manages to successfully ignore the boys

She makes it that day, then the next, then the next, until it is almost six days into a week

Their conversations are actually rather interesting, and a few times their talk about homework assignments give her ideas that earn MJ extra points

But still, they’re distracting, and still, they’re intruding on her quiet

And still, Peter Parker’s posterior refuses to quit

It’s on the sixth day into the week that MJ can’t take it anymore

As they are debating whether or not the giant squid really exists, they’re sending the stones flying with loud splashes, larger and larger, and the droplets are getting on her parchment even from a few feet away

It’s when a particularly large droplet lands on the parchment, smearing her ink that she loses it

MJ drops the parchment, pulls herself to her feet, and storms up to the boys who are leaning against the trunk

Both of them stare at her for a moment, then Ned offers a nod

“Hey, MJ. What’s up?”

“Look,” MJ says exasperatedly

“I know you guys are new to this spot or whatever, and I know you’re not trying to be obnoxious. But respectfully, if you’re gonna keep throwing stuff while you talk about the squid, please either take a long walk off a short pier to find out, or do it somewhere else.”

For a moment the pair are silent, but then the unthinkable happens

Peter Parker offers her a sheepish grin

“Sorry,” he says, running a hand through his hair

“We didn’t realize we were bugging you. We figured you wouldn’t mind a little company.”

“Especially since you’ve sat here alone for, like, ever,” Ned points out

Okay, that shouldn’t sting, but it does

Still, MJ just raises an eyebrow, keeping her face unimpressed

Peter, however, shoots Ned a look, and for some reason that little act of compassion both mortifies her and sends her heart racing

And then, to make it worse, Parker attempts to distract from his friend’s blunder in a way that causes MJ’s brain to stop functioning entirely for a moment

“Point taken, though. I mean, the best way to figure it out is to check ourselves, right?”

And then, Peter Parker is standing, and he grips the back of his shirt and jerks it over his head before MJ can even finish saying “What-”

After he pulls it off, though, MJ isn’t saying much of anything

Because, as her eyes fall upon the muscular, sculpted abs and pecs that Peter Parker apparently hides under his shirt, she realizes that they are, truly, the most magical sight she has ever seen

Panic shoots through her, and MJ jerks her gaze away from them, anywhere but Parker’s chest

Consequently, she finds herself staring into Peter’s dark brown eyes with shock in her own irises

“Wh- Uh, what the hell are you doing?” she manages to force out as she stares at him

“Checking for the squid,” Peter says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, shooting her a goofy grin

It’s sweet and it’s playful and it’s gentle, and for a moment MJ could almost forget that this kind deflection of her embarrassment is being initiated by the same kid who looks like he was chiseled from marble

“Ned, you gonna come in?”

From beside Peter, Ned goes, “Uh, I don’t think-”

Peter shoots him a look, though, and Ned lets out a sigh

“Okay! Okay, fine, whatever.”

It’s Ned’s turn to take off his robes, revealing a pair of khaki shorts and a nerdy t-shirt beneath, clearly a gift from Parker

Peter turns to the lake, and then Ned does, too, but by now MJ is coherent enough to be able to protest

“As admirable as the commitment is, neither of you is dumb enough to think that I meant it literally,” she points out, running a hand through her curly hair

After all, it’s the lake

It’s cold and it’s dark and it’s deep, and the edges close to the shore are filled with algae and a liberal amount of plants

No one in their right mind would go in there

But Peter Parker seems determined to prove to her that he is not, in fact, in possession of a functioning brain

So he turns to her, offers her a grin, and says, “What? You wouldn’t say something you didn’t mean, Jones. We’re just taking your advice.”

And with that, he begins walking down the short dock that leads onto the lake, meant to be used the few times a year the Gameskeeper has to tend to the creatures of the lake or harvest some of the algae

“Parker, you can’t just-”

Before she can finish, though, the stupidly sweet asshole has turned his back to her, and MJ is forced to stare at his well-developed lats and glutes before he takes a flying leap off of the dock, followed by a splash

Ned walks down the pier, then, too, rather more dejected than his best friend

“Leeds, you don’t have to-”

Ned turns, and as he looks at her, he offers her a grin that’s somewhere between sheepish and apologetic

“Yeah, yeah, I do.”

And then, though he doesn’t jump with the same enthusiasm, Ned steps off the pier and lands in the water with a splash

By then, Parker has surfaced, and MJ’s eyes find him immediately

The sight of Peter with his messy curls plastered to his face and a grin transforming his features, even as he shivers, is a strange one

At first, MJ isn’t sure whether she should feel even more embarrassed, but as he opens his eyes and fixes her with a stare, she finds that all thoughts of being uncomfortable fly out of her mind

“Yep, I’m pretty sure I saw it down there!” Peter informs her, and the absurdity of it all gets to her then

This is doubled by the way that Ned’s hair drips down over his eyes when he bursts through the surface

Before she knows it, a grin is twisting MJ’s lips and spreading across her face, and there’s a strange warmth growing in her stomach

“You guys,” MJ informs them, shaking her head, “are losers.”

“Informed losers, now that we know there’s a squid under there,” Ned corrects her, a smile sliding onto his face through the shivers

“But I don’t know,” Peter muses, mischief entering his eyes as he looks at her, “we might need a professional second opinion.”

When MJ realizes what he’s implying, the grin slides off her face and her eyes widen

“No way,” she informs him, shaking her head vehemently, “are you getting me in there. People are staring!”

And it’s true, they are

Flash Thompson and the rest of his group of Ravenclaws are sniggering across the grounds, and a group of girls walking past burst into laughter at the sight of the two dweebs in the water

One blonde in particular looks extremely amused, and Ned’s eyes light with eagerness when he spots her

“Hey, Betty!” he greets, raising a dripping hand

The girls laugh with renewed fervor as he cheekily questions, “Want a hug?”

The Hufflepuff shakes her head, sending her shoulder-length blonde hair swinging as she hums, “Dry off, then we’ll talk.”

MJ gives Peter a pointed look as the girls walk away, and he looks up at her innocently

“What? It’s just a little audience. And it’s not like you’re scared… Are you?”

The dare isn’t threatening, it’s teasing, and Peter’s eyes dance as he poses the question

“Come on, Jones,” Ned prompts, “the water’s nice!”

To illustrate his point, Ned sends a few droplets up on the wind with a splash, and when they fall to her cheeks they’re like little shards of ice

MJ can’t believe, as she stands there, the way her week has gone

She started it content to be stretched out in the grass by herself, willing the stress away for hours at a time with the sun warming her skin

But now?

The stress that she’s been feeling, somehow, melts away in the face of the absurd proposition of these two idiots

And, in the pit of her stomach, she can’t stop the growing warmth that is blossoming there as they both look up at her earnestly

So, rather than giving them a firm, “Hell, no,” and returning to her daydreaming, MJ raises an eyebrow in response to their challenge

“Please,” she replies, “the only thing I’m scared of is being associated with you two losers. But no one would possibly believe that someone on my level of cool would hang with you, so I think I’m safe.”

In response to her deadpan teasing, the other two grin, watching with anticipation to see if she’ll follow through

Before MJ can think about what a bad idea this is, she steps up to the dock, and, in one fluid motion, tugs her robes over her head

Immediately, the air teases goosebumps up on her arms

Beneath her robes, she only ever wears a camisole and leggings, so her shoulders, neck, collarbone, and a good portion of her sternum are bared to the wind

MJ takes the opportunity to gather her curly mess of hair into a lumpy ponytail, trying not to notice the way that Parker’s eyes widen and his cheeks flush in a way that contradicts his shivers

When she has finished, MJ slips off her shoes and socks and turns to them, warning, “Watch out, dorks.”

And with that, she takes one running step, then another, and then she is jumping off the dock and free falling for half a second in the air

She hits the water with a boom, and immediately her whole body locks from the cold

The sound of the splash thunders through her ears underwater, and a million freezing little bubbles rise to the surface as she sinks into the dark water, liquid that might as well be ice against her skin

The breath is forced from her lungs by the freezing water, and for just a moment, MJ is too cold even to think

After a few seconds, however, her body begins to rise to the surface, and after an instant of rising her head pierces through the water into the open air

For a moment, MJ is too cold to even open her eyes

Her feet find the gross, slimy bottom of the lake underfoot, and a few tendrils of freshwater plants caress her thighs in a way that makes her squirm

But, after a moment, she finds footing, and then she opens her eyes

And the sight she finds staring back at her takes away a little bit of the chill

Because both of the soaking wet nerds are beaming at her, and there is awe in their eyes as they look at her

MJ’s teeth begin to chatter, and for a moment, Peter appears remorseful

He opens his mouth to say something, but before he can, MJ is already speaking

“You two are such drama queens. This feels like a freaking hot tub”

For a moment, there is quiet

Then, the two burst into laughter, and now everyone is looking

But, as MJ joins in the laughing after a moment’s hesitation, she finds that no matter how hard she tries, she can’t seem to bring herself to care.

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