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Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 7.7 K Warnings: None. Prompt: You can always count on your friends to have your back. Alt- Making sure James gets to go on that date. This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it. Proofread by sweethearts: @aremuslupinsimp & @profoundpidgeon

Chapter 29: With a Little Help from My Friends

The next morning, the castle was submerged in chaos. With the mess the headless hunt had caused in the Slytherin Common room, most of them had left early and encountered the traps you and Remus had set up all over the dungeons. From dung bombs to stinky mist and firecrackers, the whole thing had been chaos.

You’d sent Comet, Minho and Nox an anonymous warning in advance, telling them not to rush out of the common room as fast as they could in the morning, and to watch their step. You assumed it had been enough since they seemed relatively unharmed at breakfast. You still had yet to see the boys that morning, they hadn’t made it to the great hall. None of them. It made you slightly anxious to say the least. Severus, Mulciber and Barty weren’t around, and the latter’s roommates seemed unharmed, which was reassuring, they were probably still rolling on their beds.

When you went back to the common room you spotted Remus, he had his wand pointed at Peter while he held his friend’s jaw with his free hand. Peter looked horrified, so you rushed towards them “What are you–” Peter turned his face, he had a huge bruise on his left eye, and his nose was swollen. You winced, the fall from Evan’s hand must have been nasty.

Remus looked relieved with your interruption and took a step back from Peter, taking your shoulder and your lower arm in his hands and pushing you in front of the boy, “You do it instead. You’re better at charms.”

“Do what?” You asked as he handed you a piece of paper with a spell written on it, “You want me to fix his nose?! Are you insane?”

“You have to,” Peter said, voice a little hoarse, no doubt from the pain. You shook your head. “I can’t go out like this, let alone to Pomfrey, she’ll assume I was out with Sirius and James for the prank. Can’t get punished, I’ve got a date tonight.”

You gave him an incredulous look, and then it dawned on you that Peter wasn’t the only one with a date tonight. James would be absolutely bombed when he realised he wouldn’t be able to go out with Lily.

“But I’m… This is serious medicinal magic Peter, people study for years to be able to do it.”

“Please,” he begged, he tried to make puppy eyes but his swollen nose and left lid didn’t help him much, he looked like he urgently needed the bathroom instead. “Please, please, please.”

You gave Remus a side glance as if asking him to back you up, but he said,“ If anyone can do it, it’s you luv,” instead.

You groaned, closing your eyes and bouncing in your place before nodding and grabbing the paper again, rereading the instructions. The text was leaning to the side, handwriting neat, but clearly rushed, Remus’ handwriting. That was at least a little tranquillising, if it had been Moony the one to find the spell, then it must have been a good one. “Have you ever used this one?”

“Sirius is the one that uses the fixing charm. He’s used it on James before,” Remus reassured.

“On his face?”

“On his shoulder,” he said as he shook his head lightly.

You gave the boys another unconvinced look, “Peter are you sure you–“

“Pleaaaaase Vix,” he repeated, a little more desperate this time around.

You huffed, “This girl better snog you so much you forget about the pain,” you said as you gulped and raised your wand towards your friend’s face. He shut his eyes like he was about to get hit, “Don’t make faces Wormy, it’ll make it worse.”

“You think–” he started, raising his eyes towards you and looking a lot more relaxed, but you didn’t let him finish his words and cast the spell. He yelped at that, stifling a scream, before turning to you a little crossed, “Oi, where’s my warning?”

“They say it hurts less if you’re not expecting it,” you said with a shrug, he instantly frowned at that.

“Did it work?” he asked Remus. The werewolf made a face and Peter looked positively mortified, but then Remus started laughing and passed Peter a small mirror that was sitting on a nearby table.

The swelling was gone, and the bruise was fading rapidly “You’re brilliant!” He told you as he stood up and shook your shoulders, delighted by how much better he looked already.

You almost laughed, “I still have some radiant complexion potion, you want a little?”

“Cosmetics?” he asked with a frown.

“It helped me with the bruises on my jaw from Monday,” you said, pulling down the collar of the sweater you had been wearing to show your almost spotless neck, not low enough to show Sirius’ still fading hickey. But Remus was taller, and he easily spotted it, averting his gaze as the image of Sirius kissing your neck popped into his head. “Could help yours fade faster.”

“And it’s not really cosmetics either,” Remus explained, “Technically it would be more of a–”

“Will it make me more handsome?” Peter interrupted.

You raised your eyebrows at him, “uhh… It’ll make you more radiant.”

“Then I’ll take it.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled. “Sure thing Pete,” you said, “by the way, do you know anything about Pads and Prongs?” Peter shook his head.

“They didn’t make it to our room at all, I think Slughorn took them to McGonagall. She must be livid.”

Then you heard the door of the portrait open and you spotted the boys, shoulders slumped, dark circles under their eyes, both looking completely defeated as they walked inside. You frowned as Sirius let himself fall on the sofa with a sigh, he had a bruise near his eye and another one on his left cheek. James seemed even more upset than Sirius, but he was in better condition, just some redness near his jaw.

You looked at them with worry and frowned, the survivor’s guilt gnawing at you. Peter and Remus seemed to be taking the sight of them a lot better than you did. You sat on the table in front of the boys, Remus took the armchair and Peter sat back down on the edge of the sofa, turning his head to look at them.

“So…?” the shortest asked.

“We can’t play tomorrow,” Sirius said as he tensed his jaw, “McGonagall said it’d serve us right for picking up fights with the Slytherins. If only she knew.”

“What?!” you asked, shocked.

“And we have detention all day, no Hogsmeade either,” Sirius continued.

“No Lily,” James groaned, hiding his face in his hands.

“Will the Quidditch match be cancelled then?” Asked Peter with a frown, “two of the best players won’t be there.”

James shook his head with a sigh, “We’ll call in the reserves.” He then sat up, eyeing you closely. “You’ll be the seeker.”

You looked attentively and nodded. “I’m not too happy about that,” Sirius grumbled. You looked at him with a frown, ready to argue about being a good seeker when he spoke again, “Barty will be playing beater,” he informed. “I won’t be there.”

“I can dodge.”

“Because you have a great record at dodging ,” Sirius said sarcastically, a smile playing on his lips. You gasped and swatted at him playfully, his shrugged in response.

“Marlene will be there, I trust her,” you said in a more serious tone.

“Yeah, I trust her too, but not the Slytherins. And I have no clue who will play instead of Evan.”

“He also got punished?” you asked surprised.

Sirius nodded with a smile. “Slughorn was absolutely pissed, didn’t even let him talk before he started reprimanding him for bringing the honour of the house down or something like that.”

“Will they let you come to the game, at least?”

James shook his head, “McGonagall said the team would survive without us for a match. Although, I’m sure she wasn’t too happy about it, it was Slughorns’ idea.”

“How will you tell Lily about your date?” Peter asked. James just pouted in response.

“She’ll never, ever give me another shot.”

“Maybe… she doesn’t have to…”

“That’s incredibly uplifting, thanks Vixen,” the boy spat a little crossed.

“Shut it, Prongs! I’m trying to help,” you uttered, and turned to Remus. “Remember what I told you about the potion from Slughorn?”

Remus looked at you, eyes filled with shock. “You surely wouldn’t be considering…” You nodded, a tight smile dancing on your lips.

“What are you considering?” Sirius asked, feeling a little left out.

“Polyjuice potion,” you said, turning back to your boyfriend with a confident smirk.

James looked up at you, a mix of shock, and gratefulness reflecting behind his glasses. “You… you’d do that?”

You shrugged, “I deserve the punishment as much as you do anyway. I’ll take the potion and pretend I’m you while you’re in detention today. That way you don’t have to reschedule the date with Lily.”

“But what if they make them do men’s work in detention?” Peter asked, a little weary.

“There isn’t any men’s work I cannot do,” you said with a scoff. You’d eventually regret those words.

As you had planned, you had done. You’d gone to your room to pick up the potion and then met the boys in their room closely after.

“Ready to be me?” James asked you as you stared at the potion in your hands. You threw him a look but nodded, extending your hand to his head and plucking a single piece of hair, before throwing it onto the flask you had used to store the potion. You weren’t sure how long it was going to last, so you had separated enough to recharge its effect in the middle of the day in case it was necessary.

“Auch!” James complained, “Could’ve warned me.”

“She’s literally going to take the punishment for you Prongs,” Remus responded a little irked, he wasn’t sure it was a good idea for you to go, especially with your still healing shoulder, but he also knew if he voiced his concern, he’d only make you more determined to do it, even if it was just to prove that you could.

“Still, you could’ve warned me,” he repeated. You shook your head as you contemplated the potion. You’d never drank it, but the smell was deterrent enough.

“You want me to do it instead?” Remus offered kindly.

You shook your head, a tight grateful smile on your lips at his offer. “No, it’s… It’s fine I can do this,” you said before bringing the flask up to your mouth and drinking it. The taste was as bad as the smell. You coughed a couple of times and handed the flask over to Remus who held it as you felt your legs start to wobble and your mind went dizzy. You felt a tingling sensation all over and let yourself fall back onto a trunk. Sirius rushed to hold you up but seemed deterred when he saw the way your skin was bubbling. In a matter of seconds, you were already an exact replica of James. You were still dizzy when you looked at your hands, much larger and stronger looking now.

“BIoody Mother of Merlin!” Sirius said in surprise.

“We’ve got two Jameses,” Peter said, looking at you and then back at James and then back at you again, completely baffled.

“How do I look?” You said, raising a flirty eyebrow towards Sirius.

“Handsome as hell,” James replied about at the same time that Sirius cringed and said, “Like shit,” just to fuck with James. It earned him a soft punch on the arm. Remus and you were eyeing each other with diverted looks.

“Asshole,” James said, slightly irritated. “She looks damn well.”

You really admired James’ confidence. You cooed your head and stood up, “Handsome as hell,” you repeated, trying to make your voice sound a little more like Prong’s. He winced at that, “Oi, I’m trying!” you said back in your tone. You had a man’s voice, in fact you had James’ voice; you had his vocal cords after all. But they didn’t sound quite right.

“I think I might be able to help you with that one,” Remus said as he pulled his wand up. “Open your mouth and say ahh…”

You raised an eyebrow, terrible choice of words, you thought. “Woah Moony, didn’t think you’d get so kinky with me,” you teased. “That’s way more of a Sirius thing to say.” And he had, in fact, said it a while ago, before you even started dating him.

Sirius stifled a laugh, the memory plaguing his mind while Peter was trying to figure out what you meant by that and why Remus had given you the look he had. When he finally understood, he flushed.

“First you wanted to blindfold me and now…” you pressed, just to see Remus’ reaction.

Sirius frowned. “When did you want to blindfold him? her, you know what I mean.”

“When we met,” you said casually, “He said I couldn’t see your secret passages.”

“And you let him?”

Remus shook his head and scoffed. “Of course she didn’t,” he said matter-of-factly.

You gave him a pout, “If it makes you feel better, I’d let you blindfold me now.”

Sirius laughed at your joke and Remus’ eye roll. The fact that you looked exactly like Prongs only made the entire situation even funnier. Remus just looked at you with a stern expression, he was just expecting you to do what he had initially asked.

You just smiled and stood up, feeling disoriented by the difference in height. You were taller than your boyfriend now, and almost as tall as Moony. You pressed your lips tightly against each other to avoid saying anything, another joke wouldn’t have been wise at that point, you could tell by the way Remus was tapping his feet on the ground.

Eventually, you stood facing him and opened your mouth “Aaaaaah…”

Sirius, behind you, had to cover his mouth to avoid laughing blatantly at the way you had followed Remus’ instructions to the T and yet Remus seemed bewildered. Regardless, the boy picked his wand up and pointed it to your face, saying a few words and holding his wand to your face as he pulled it back and to the sides, as if he were calibrating something, which was exactly what he was doing. As he moved the wand your voice started to change. It went from your normal tone to helium inhalation level of high-pitched to sounding like Elvis’. But eventually, he stopped, pulling the wand back from your face.

“Say something James would say.”

You narrowed your eyes, thinking of something and then smiled mischievously, pulling out your best impression of James. “Pads, hold your position! Vixen, another backflip! That one was wonky, again!”

Sirius almost doubled over in laughter while James looked at you with a frown. “That’s not how… Please tell me that’s not how I sound.”

“Well, not all the time,” you said with a shrug.

“But that’s exactly how you sound when you’re on Capitan mode,” Sirius added with a teasing smirk.

“When I’m on– You gave it a name?!?”

“It’s so we can separate the screaming captain from our dear ol’ James, it was Marlene’s idea,” you replied. James frowned.

“You should change,” Peter said, “Can’t go around with a skirt, can you?”

You gave him a look and then turned your head downwards, “Don’t know mate, Prongs’s got some nice calves,” you said tilting your leg to the side.

James winked at your reply while Remus threw you a clean pair of pants, a vest and a shirt. You unhooked your skirt and let it fall on the floor. “Why are you wearing boxers?” Sirius asked and got a punch from James.

You quirked an eyebrow, “Something made me assume it would be uncomfortable to keep normal knickers on after the change.”

“Oh,” Sirius and James said, a little surprised.

“Clever,” Remus said, nodding your way.

You smiled and shrugged at his words -almost beaming from his praise- and then proceeded to put on the pants and finished changing, “how do I look?” you said twirling around once you were done.

Sirius looked at you and placed a hand on his chin as if analysing, “Almost perfect,” Sirius said as he turned to the side and took James’ glasses away from his face and walked over to you, handing them over.

You took them and placed them over your eyes, wincing as you pulled them off almost instantly “James mate, you’re blinder than Tommy.”

“Tommy?” James asked, confused.

“From the Movie,” replied Remus, dismissively.

“From The Who,” added Peter. You wondered if he’d gone to the cinema at some point in his last vacation. James didn’t say anything after that, he still had no idea who this “Tommy” was but he also knew you’d tease the hell out of him if he asked.

You took the glasses off and used gemino to make yourself a perfect replica, taking the originals, or what you thought were the originals and giving them back to James. You put the other back on and narrowed your eyes to try and see better, you saw Peter extending his arm towards you, “Hand them over,” he said simply.

You did, and he placed his wand over them, whispering a spell you hadn’t heard yet and handing them back over to you, placing them back on and looking at him surprised “How did you…?”

“My sister used to make me wear her glasses so I looked smarter,” he said with a shrug. “They gave me awful headaches so I dug through our library and found a spell to make them fake.”

“That’s brilliant Pete,” you said with a nod. He just smiled and nodded, pretty pleased with himself.

You took a deep breath and turned back to James “I think I’m ready then. Do I look the part?”

“Definitely,” Remus said, the rest of the boys nodding in agreement.

“Well then,” you said with a clap, “Time to go get detention,” you added, looking over at Sirius.

He let his head fall back and groaned in response, then he looked over at Remus with a charming little smile, “Moony, don’t you want to drink some of the potion and pretend you’re me today?”

Remus raised his eyebrows and scoffed, “of course not.”

“You sure? You could use my dashing good looks to flirt around.”

“No, he couldn’t,” you said with a scoff .“You’re dating me. Even if it wasn’t actually you, he’d only be allowed to flirt with me.” You sounded slightly jealous, which in a way was justified, after all they were talking about your boyfriend’s face. You tried not to think much that Remus “flirting around” wasn’t an image you wanted to see.

“That sounds so weird coming from James’ face,” Sirius said as he looked at you. “Either way, I suppose I’ll get going,” he said with a dramatic sigh, still staring at Remus as he continued walking towards you.

“Off you go,” Remus said, placing his hand on Sirius’ back and pushing him towards the door, to make him move faster, Sirius turned to you with a pout, the kind of face a kid would give their mother when their brother mistreated him. Meanwhile, Remus gave you the look that said “See what I have to deal with?”

“Hey James,” you said before leaving, he hummed in acknowledgement, “You better not blow your date with Lilly.”

“Maybe you should go instead,” Peter teased and got a scowl from James.

You just laughed, “Sorry mate, I can take the punishment for you, but I’m not gonna seduce the girl. That’s all off to you.”

“She’ll want to marry me after today,” he said confidently.

You nodded “Remember not to overdo it, you’ll scare her away.”

When you were done, you closed the door behind you and turned to Sirius. “Where are we supposed to meet?”

The moment McGonagall opened the doors, Peter’s words came floating back to your mind “But what if they make you do men’s work in detention?” followed by your blatant response, “There isn’t any men’s work I cannot do”.

You had regretted those words the moment you stepped into the dirty men’s loo. You were sure you gagged as you walked behind McGonagall and felt the dreadful smell, ever so characteristic of men’s lavatories, “I asked the elves not to wash the bathroom last night. Just for you,” she said, “wands,” she added, extending her open palm towards you, Sirius and Evan.

“Do you expect us to clean with our own hands?” Sirius complained. Evan said something similar next to him. You would have probably made a joke about how spoiled they both were if you weren’t so shocked yourself.

“Can I… Can I do something else?” you said as she was about to leave. “I’ll clean the owlery, I don’t care–”

“Mr. Potter.” She said sternly. You closed your mouth shut, only now remembering you were supposed to be James and not you. “Men up and stop whining, all you have to do is clean the toilets.” Sirius almost doubled in laughter at her choice of words.

“Minnie please,” you added, using the vocabulary James would have used, or perhaps that would have been Sirius, since the way the old teacher turned over and looked at you gave you the chills, making you unconsciously recoil towards Sirius.

“Mr. Potter!” She said a lot more sternly now, “It’ll serve you well to stop your silly pranks and occupy your mind with something productive. One more complaint and I’ll make you wash the prefect’s bathrooms and the greenhouses as well,” you nodded, not saying anything more as you watched her walk all the way towards the door, she turned right before leaving. “Pebblier the house elf will be watching over you,” she informed, “so no fighting and no funny business unless you want to help polish trophies tomorrow.”

You gulped and nodded, it’s not that it would be you doing things those things tomorrow, but you still didn’t want to subject James, let alone Sirius, to more torture. Once she was gone, you sighed, taking one of the mops and dipping it in water, holding your breath from the smell still filling your nostrils.

“What? He’s mopping? I’d rather mop than…” Evan trailed off, looking at the bathroom stalls.

As James, you were as tall as the blond and probably as strong as he was, you just turned to him with a stern face, tilting your head slightly to the side and bringing your hand from the handle to point at your face, “How’s the eye?” you asked calmly, it had been such a simple and yet strong thrеat, Sirius was almost shocked. James would never be that bold.

Evan swallowed, it hadn’t even been James who punched him and yet the way you had stared at him had somehow made him blech, he huffed after he got back his stance. Evan had never seen Potter be so intimidating, of course, he wasn’t looking at Potter then. Most of the time, James was just an annoying ray of sunshine and jokes. He hoped he’d go back to that soon, he wasn’t sure the thrеatening James would be so much fun to bother. “Fine then, I’ll wash the stalls,” he grumbled after he took a hold of one of the buckets. Evan didn’t want to polish the trophies either.

Sirius raised an eyebrow, looking at you impressed, he never thought he’d considered James hot, but what you did, had been exactly that. He could almost see you underneath the skin you were wearing, and he started wondering if he too would have fallen for you if you had been a boy. He might have. But then, what did that fucking mean? What would that mean for him? Did that make him–

You gave him a small complicit smile in return, you didn’t think Evan would recoil so easily, but it was certainly fun to be bigger and broader and to look stronger, it gave you a sort of power you’d never wielded before, and as strange as it might seem, you liked it. Seeing Evan back out after just a look, a look that you probably had thrown at him many times as yourself with no effect, had been interesting, to say the least. Regardless, the funniest part was the fact that you were taller than Sirius, and he looked adorable, even more like a puppy.

A grumpy, riled up, bathroom-cleaning puppy, but a puppy nonetheless. You wondered if being taller made him feel the same way when he looked at you; if the protective instinct instantly activated with a few inches of advantage to the other person. Not that you never felt the need to protect him in the past. You remembered the time at the park, how you had reacted, ready to take all the blame for him and how neither of the brothers had let you, but this was different. This version of you, the Potter version of you, wanted to hug and coddle him and tell him everything would be all right.

Either way, it could have just been some of Potter’s innate traits mixing with your own, since you had taken the potion, and it had changed you into him. You started wondering about the implications of Polyjuice too, what kind of things it’d actually do to your body. What about long exposure? If you were actually intermixing DNA with it, and altering not only the way you looked but also the way you thought? Then perhaps it could also change the way you felt, alter feelings and thoughts and give you some of those of the one you were impersonating.

You could probably talk to Lily about it, since she knew a lot about potions. Or perhaps Remus would be a better option since it’d be complicated to explain to her why you had used polyjuice, and how you had gotten your hands on it.

When you were done with the floor, and the stinky smell had died down just a little (or perhaps your nostrils had gotten used to it) you went on to wipe the mirrors and faucet, while the other boys focused on the urinals and the toilets. You saw Sirius gag a couple of times as he brushed over one of the toilets and almost wanted to help him, but the stinky smell coming from them persuaded you against it.

While you were cleaning some of the mirrors you realised the potion was starting to fade, so you had to pull out the flask and take a sip. Sirius had given you a wary look, but you just nodded in what you hoped was a reassuring manner and continued with your task. Sooner than later the three of you had finished, and Pebblier, the small elf who had been watching over you, snapped his fingers and disappeared, coming back just a few minutes later with McGonagall by his side.

She looked at the three of you, Evan was placing the bucket in its place, you were drying the mirror and Sirius had reclined against some of the mops. The witch examined the room in detail, the smell had gone away already, and she had even walked towards the stalls, looking through every single one. She seemed… impressed. As if she hadn’t been expecting you three to do such a good job.

“Great job boys,” she concluded, “you may go clean up before dinner.”

Dinner time? Already?

Sirius nodded and grabbed onto your arm to pull you out of the room. Once you were away from prying eyes he gave you a diverted look, “You aren’t that great at being James, you know?”

You gasped, “I had everyone fooled.”

“Evan didn’t say a word,” he countered, “he was terrified from the moment you thrеatened him.”

You gave him a look and almost winced, “You think I overdid it?”

Sirius gave you a diverted smile, “You called McGonagall Minnie.”

“Well, you call her that all the time, I assumed James would…” Sirius raised an eyebrow at you, and you didn’t even finish your answer, James had never been as blasé as your boyfriend. As you continued walking through the halls you spotted a girl, who seemed to be looking at the two, specifically at Sirius, before she approached, standing right in front of you and blocking your path forward.

“Hi!” She said shyly, pulling a strand of hair behind her ear and looking down for a moment before turning her face towards your boyfriend. You stared down at her, looking a little displeased, you assumed, from the way she gave you a wary look as if she wanted to retreat. She cleared her throat, “Sirius.”

The boy hummed in response, you noticed a group of girls giggling not so far away from her, and you stared back at the girl, intrigued by what she might do.

“I’m afraid I don’t know your name,” your boyfriend said, a mix between polite and annoyed.

She made a displeased expression at that, “Ugh… I’m Zia, from 5th.” She really was looking at Sirius and completely ignoring you, or well, she was completely ignoring James. Which made you feel a little angry on his behalf too.

“Right, hello.” Sirius said, when the girl still didn’t move he sighed, “Is there anything I can help you with?”

“I… would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me?”

You raised an eyebrow at that. You weren’t surprised Sirius got girls asking him out all over the place, you’d seen his face, you understood, but you thought everyone knew about your relationship already.

“Why?” He asked. You gave him a look. That had sounded uncharacteristically cold, and slightly rude.

“Wh-why?” the girl stammered. “I was just thinking... maybe I could– like a date.”

You weren’t sure whether to be jealous or just feel sorry for the poor girl, she looked like a deer trapped in headlights, “Sirius is already going out with someone,” you said, a little colder than you intended, to try and protect the girl from whatever cold thing Sirius might have told her instead.

But her reaction was something you weren’t expecting, she snapped at you, fury in her eyes as if you had said something improper. “But it’s just for now, isn’t it? You aren’t actually dating her,” she said, turning to Sirius.

Sirius rolled his eyes as if he was used to this, “Even if I wasn’t. I wouldn’t date someone who’s trying to dig into and separate an already established relationship.”

The girl was taken aback by his answer, even more so when Sirius skipped past her and continued his walk as if she had never even talked to him. You would have given her an apologetic smile if you hadn’t been so flummoxed, but instead, you just chased after Sirius not bothering to give her a second glance. As if she had bothered to say “hi” when she had gone straight after him.

“Well that was very… brazen of her…” you said as you caught up with your boyfriend.

He sighed, leaning his head against your shoulder like he would if it were you and not James he was talking to. He enjoyed the height difference, actually. He didn’t have to lean his head so much, it was nice. You, as a boy, were hot. His mind crossed over to Remus, how he was slightly taller than James and he wondered how it would feel to lean his head onto that boy’s shoulder. In a romantic way, not in a friendly one, he had to force the thought out of his head, he was not meant to be thinking of Remus that what, let alone with you –his girlfriend– standing next to him. What the hell would he do if you had legilimency? You, on the other side, seeing him all thoughtful, wondered if he’d care that the girls were still boring holes in his back, he probably wouldn’t. “Sorry you had to see that, Starshine.”

You looked down at him with a diverted stare, “It was rather rude on your part.”

“If I wasn’t, she’d think I was leading her on.”

“You were never rude to me.”

He gave you a look, “Why do you think that is, Starshine?” He asked with a flirty smile.

You almost blushed at that, you wanted to reach for his hand, but realised it’d be a bad idea to do it then, with James’ face. You didn’t know this, but Sirius might have actually liked it if you did, even if it would increase his mental issues with the thoughts of Remus he’d been having lately. Eventually, the two of you reached the common room, the boys let you use their bathroom to shower off the sweat and stank from the bathrooms since you still looked like James and you threw yourself in Sirius’ bed, already changed into a pair of pyjamas that were a little tight on James but would be oversized once you turned back.

“James isn’t back yet, is he?” you asked Remus, the only boy still in the room, since Sirius was in the bathroom and Peter was on his date.

Remus shook his head and you sighed, you’d be stuck there until Prongs came back or you looked like yourself again, neither of those things seemed to be happening soon enough, “It’s no fun to be James if I’m locked up in his room,” you complained.

Remus gave you a look, raising an eyebrow at you as he pulled his head from the book he was reading. “You thought it was fun?”

“I mean, not the cleaning the bathroom part, but… You should have seen Evan’s face after I accidentally thrеatened him.”

“How do you accidentally thrеaten someone?” he asked, incredulous.

“You give them a nasty look with the height and build of James Potter,” you told him. “I guess I’d be more thrеatening if I were bigger, you’re lucky I’m not as tall as any of you.”

“Sprite size,” he joked, and you scoffed at his silly little joke.

“Either way, it was also fun to be taller than Pads, makes him look a lot more cute and adorable, it was hard to hold myself back from stealing a kiss like I do all the time.”

Remus huffed a laugh, “Would have started some interesting rumours.”

“Mhm,” you said, “Must be nice to be big and broad all the time though.”

“Not when you bump your head onto door frames.”

“What a drama queen Moony,” you teased.

“It’s never happened to you. You wouldn’t know how inconvenient it is.”

“What is inconvenient?” Sirius asked, walking out of the bathroom with just a simple towel around his middle. It was as if he thought you were actually James and not you. Either that or he purposefully wanted to fluster you.

“Being tall, apparently,” you said, letting your gaze linger just a few seconds before turning your eyes back to Moony, who had been looking at Sirius casually. Although perhaps…

“You certainly wouldn’t know, would you Starshine?”

You turned back to him, your eyes shining with mischief, “Careful Puppy, I’m still taller than you.”

“Hmm… not for long,” he said before disappearing into the bathroom with some clothes in his hands. His shirt fell on the floor and you used your wand to drag it towards you, still sitting on the bed. Remus gave you a look but went back to his book, not saying a word. It was a shirt Andromeda had given him as a gift –a Queen shirt– it was soft from how many times he’d used it, but in great condition still. Perhaps he used some kind of spell.

“Hey Moons have you seen my…?” he asked as he left the bathroom again, he had his pyjama pants on but he was still shirtless. You had his shirt in your hands, a smirk playing on your lips, or James’ lips, you supposed. “Starshine.”

You shrugged, “It fell on the floor, didn’t wanna leave it there.”

He narrowed his eyes at you but walked towards his bed, where you sat. You were on the edge, whereas you normally just rested against his headboard, and most of all, you had a rather suspicious expression going on, an expression he’d seen you wear before, slightly different to James’. The second he skeeved in to take it between his hands, you stood and dodged, standing a few steps from him while holding the shirt high above your head.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Taking advantage of the one time I’ll be taller than you, I suppose.” Remus was now looking at the two of you, diverted rather than paying attention to his book.

“Maybe you just want to see me shirtless for longer,” he teased.

You shrugged in response, “Maybe I do.”

His head pulled back, his cocksure stance faltering as he tried to process how brazen you’d been with that answer, it’s something he would have done. Regardless he got closer to try and pull the shirt. The difference in height between James and Sirius wasn’t that big, especially not when you compared it to Remus, so you couldn’t trust solely on the extra inches you had.

Sirius reached his hand up and tried to grab the shirt, and you pulled it just behind you, there was definitely a benefit with getting James’ physical attributes, especially the speed.

“Aw come on, that’s not fair.”

You just smiled, daringly. “Come on Puppy, you can do this, can’t you?”

“I’m gonna bite you next time I’m Padfoot,” he thrеatened playfully.

“You’d only be able to do it if I still looked like Potter,” you told him with a smile. “Vixen’s too adorable to bite, am I not?”

“My shirt.”

“What shirt?” you asked innocently as you threw it Remus’ way.

It fell on his head, and for a second you thought he’d be mad, since he didn’t move, rather, it took him a few seconds to figure out why the shirt smelled so much like Sirius until he remembered he’d used the same shirt last night, and the previous. Fuck, it smelled delightful, focus Remus, he told himself as he took it from his head and held it between his hands.

He looked over at you, you gave him a smile, and winked at him, an expression so unbelievably yours it was almost shocking to see it on James, all thought there was something in your eyes.

Remus stood, as if he were to give the shirt to Sirius and your smile faded, he almost laughed but managed to hold a serious solemn face. Just as Sirius extended his hands to grab the shirt from Sirius’s hand, he pulled his arm up again, you smiled, diverted, while Sirius frowned.

Two against one, there you go Puppy, you thought. Remus, being a lot taller, managed to hold the shirt a lot higher, which forced Sirius to walk even closer to him as he jumped around to try and get the shirt. Remus was having way too much fun to actually process the fact that a shirtless Sirius was brushing onto him as he jumped to get the shirt.

“I could just wear something else, you know.”

“Yeah, but you won’t,” you said with a smile, you stood just behind him, blocking his hand whenever he tried to reach up for his shirt, still held high above Remus’ head.

“Too stubborn for that,” Remus confirmed, looking at you with a complicit grin.

Sirius huffed in response but tried again. Remus pulled back and you held Sirius between your arms, but he managed to slip from your grasp and lunged at Remus, who threw the shirt over his head and towards your arms, “Great shot, Moony!”

He winked at you as Sirius crashed onto him, “Okay kids, that’s enough!” Sirius said. Remus enjoyed the closeness a little too much.

“Giving up so soon, Puppy?” you asked with a pout, passing the shirt from one hand to the other.

“Giving– It’s completely unfair! You’re both taller and stronger.”

You hummed, “Welcome to my world.”

“I won’t say you’re short ever again?” he tried, you pretended to think about it for a moment.

“What do you think, is he being honest?”

“I don’t know Little Witch… seems unrealistic.”

You nodded in agreement. “Aww, come on…” Sirius complained, but then he lunged for you, you moved to the side, both of you moving almost in a circle. If anyone were to see the three of you from above, they’d think you had carefully choreographed this dance.

“Starshine…” He warned. You felt a bit of a tingling in your legs, but for some reason, you didn’t think it was the nickname or his tone that caused it. Remus from behind, notice your ear shrinking. You were changing back.

You smiled “Come and get it!”

He did, he skeeved forwards, you intended to crash against him, but Remus noticed you were counting on James’ strength, rather than yours. If Sirius crashed onto you, the real you and not Polyjuice-potion James, then it would probably hurt you. So he grabbed onto your waist, or James’, everyone was confused at that point, and pulled you to the side.

Unfortunately, he tripped on a pair of shoes, and the two of you ended up falling towards the bed, not before Sirius grabbed onto the box plate of your shirt, and got pulled along with you. There was some thumping, and then complaining groans from the three.

Remus’ back had ended on the bed, you were on top of him, back facing his chest, and Sirius was on top of you, still half naked, and feeling a lot heavier than you expected him to be. You were quite literally sandwiched between the two boys, it was oddly comforting, even if a bit uncomfortable.

Remus frowned as your hair covered his face, you were back being you, and Sirius was crushing you against him, Sirius’ face dangerously close to his, it seemed like the longest time before the three of you managed to process what had happened. “Starshine you’re back!” Sirius said as he looked at you with a bright smile, taking the shirt from your hands, using his strength to keep your arms in your place as you tried to wriggle out.

He gave you a rather satisfied smile as you huffed, “Not fair.”

“Suck it up,” Sirius replied as he finally rolled to the side. “Can you give her back her voice?”

You sighed, catching your breath still against Remus’ shoulder until you too rolled off, landing right in between the two boys and slightly pushing on both so you had enough space to lay on your back. “Can’t take me speaking like your best mate?”

“It’s weird when you no longer look like him.”

You shut your eyes, Remus’ bed was softer than Sirius’, you noticed as you continued to accommodate in the small space between the two. Your shoulders were all pressed together, but neither of the boys seemed to want to move either. It was warm, it was comfortable.

Remus fetched his wand from the side with a display of wandless magic that would have been shocking had you been looking and passed it over you, “finite incantatem,” he whispered.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, your voice finally back to normal. You took a deep breath, thinking that you’d have to get up now and go back to your room, even if you didn’t actually want to move. “What time is it?”

Sirius lifted his head to look at the watch, “Almost 8,” he informed, “why?”

You shrugged, “I probably have to go back soon.”

“You don’t sound so eager,” Remus acknowledged.

A playful scoff left your mouth, “What with two handsome boys by my side, who would?”

Remus scoffed and Sirius rolled his eyes, “what a flirt.”

“Learned from the best,” you said in return and then sighed dramatically. “I don’t want to move, cleaning was so tiring!” you whined, Remus’ bed is comfortable, this was perfectly gracious.

“Should have let Prongs take the punishment,” Remus said.

You shook your head, “No-uh, wouldn’t want to kill his chance to date Lily and get married and have beautiful children.”

“That’s a very long story to make up in your head, Starshine.”

“As if James himself hadn’t outwardly said that that’s what he wants,” you responded with a shrug and changed the subject. “What were you reading Rem?”

“The Godfather,” he said simply.

Sirius turned his head, “The Mafia book you were telling us about on the train?” Remus nodded. “You haven’t finished it already?”

He shook his head in response, “I was reading a book she borrowed,” he said, nodding towards you for a second.

“Dorian Grey,” you acknowledged.

“Dorian Grey?” Sirius asked, “It’s a muggle thing, isn’t it?”

“It’s a classic, Sirius.”

“You’d probably like it,” Remus added.

“Oh no, he might end up like Dorian,” you joked, “Lord Henry has some rather convincing dialogue.”

“He’s already like that.”

“Pair of nerds,” Sirius huffed, “But I don’t like being left out, so I’ll read it.”

You shook your head with a smile on your face, “How’s the mafia book?”

“Interesting,” Remus replied.

“Why don’t you read to us?” Sirius asked casually.

“What?” Remus asked, a little puzzled.

“Oh yeah,” you said, turning your head towards him, “You have a really nice voice, read to us,” he didn’t look convinced. “Please.”

“Oblige her Moony, she worked très hard cleaning the men’s loos today.”

“Yes,” you nodded. “Sirius did as well… Oblige us, yeah?” Remus sighed dramatically but levitated the book right above him, you could see well enough to read by yourself but you’d much rather hear it from Remus’ soothing deep voice. In the end, he couldn’t refuse. “Don Corleone stood up and put a fatherly arm around Johnny's shoulder.” You were smiling like an idiot, Sirius was too, both pretty satisfied with your convincing abilities. “I’m going to make this man an offer he can't refuse,' he said, leading Johnny towards the door.” Remus was even making different voices for the characters, ‘“Now, go and enjoy yourself´ He kissed Johnny on the cheek, shut the door and turned to Tom Hagen, who had heard everything…”

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seriouslysnape · 3 months

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Morning Shift

Dad! Severus Snape x Mom! Fem! Reader x Baby Tags: Fluff. Sev being a good dad. Reader getting rest she deserves <3. Baby being a cutie. Word Count: 2.0k "I didn't mean to oversleep."

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It was quite rare for you to have the chance to sleep in.

Even before the baby was born, you were pretty much up and going by dawn every day. It made you feel more productive to get up early and get the day started before the sun even had the chance to fully rise.

An occasional Saturday or Sunday would roll around where neither you nor Severus were in any rush to get up and moving. Those were during the slower weeks of the year, usually during the summer when Severus wasn't teaching and your work wasn't as demanding.

But after the baby was born, those occasional lazy weekend days had become pretty much obsolete. The mornings and nights had become less hectic as your newborn transitioned into an infant, and she was on somewhat of a sleeping schedule. However, when the baby was up, so were you.

Severus gave his fair share of helping out with the baby at all times of the day, but typically, Severus tended to her the most in the evenings. Severus usually fed her dinner, bathed her, and prepared her for her early bedtime.

It wasn't intentional really, but the two of you fell into a routine where you handled the mornings, the two of you rotated off during the day, and Severus handled the evenings/nights. Severus would help anytime when needed, but for the most part, that was the best arrangement.

On one particular weekend morning, however, the routine was different.

Severus awoke to a quiet house. There wasn't the sound of his wife stirring in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for him and the baby who would no doubt be babbling for her breakfast.

He felt a presence in the bed next to him, a gentle warmth coming from it as well. He was surprised to see you were still asleep, bundled up in the covers as comfortable as could be.

The warm glow of the newly risen sun beamed through the windows of the bedroom, spilling over your back that was facing the glass. He watched you only for a moment, pushing some stray hairs from your eyes and pulling the covers higher on you to keep you toasty.

It made his heart swell to see you getting some extra rest on your day off, and he made it his mission to let you sleep as long as possible. He was more than happy to be on baby duty that morning and a change of routine was a bit exciting.

The clock on his bedside table read 7:12 a.m. which did alarm him briefly. It was twelve minutes past the baby's usual wake up time, which meant either she was getting some extra sleep as well, or she was storming mad that no one had come to pick her up to begin her day.

Severus was quiet as he crept out of bed, his footfalls quiet as he exited your bedroom to enter the baby's room just next door. Severus always left the baby's nursery door slightly cracked in the event the baby needed something during the night or woke up earlier than usual.

He pushed the door open gently, a burst of sunlight painting the hallway. The room was perfectly warm for a January morning, a vast difference from the bitter cold on the outside.

He glanced at the crib, seeing some movement in the crib. She was squirming excitedly, happy that someone was finally coming to get her up for the day.

She was awake, but not agitated in the slightest that no one had come to get her yet. She was content to lie in her crib for a little while, the charmed mobile above her crib keeping her entertained. She couldn't have been awake for very long, considering it was only a few minutes after her usual wake up time.

Severus approached her crib with a gentleness that few knew he possessed. His dark eyes, so often narrowed with sternness, softened when they gazed upon his child.

"Good morning, darling." He smiled, reaching down to pick up the cooing baby.

His daughter smiled back at him with a sleepy grin and sluggish eyes, but held an expression of confusion as to why her mother wasn't there to wake her like usual.

"Not expecting me this morning, hm?" He asked, which only returned a yawn from his daughter. "We'll let Mum sleep in this morning. She deserves it."

The eight-month-old only babbled in response, mouthing at Severus' shoulder through his T-shirt. You and Severus were pretty sure she had some teeth coming in based on the fact that she wanted to chew on everything.

Usually you dressed the baby as the first step of her morning routine, but it was the weekend so she would more than likely be home for the majority of the day. Severus opted to leave her in her pajamas for now, which she had no protests with.

She was rather clingy today, her tiny hands grabbing for him to pick her up again once she was dressed. She knew that if anyone in the world would pick her up whenever she wished, I was Severus.

Severus struggled with leaving her when she wanted to be picked up. You had been telling Severus for the last month or so that it is indeed okay to let her sit on her own as long as she's being supervised. She was beginning to work towards crawling, and you knew the only way she was ever going to learn to crawl was if she had the chance to be on the ground.

But Severus couldn't resist his daughter's grabby hands and beaming eyes. He spoiled the little girl, and he just couldn't tell her no.

He whisked her down the stairs, smiling at her giggles when he pressed a kiss to her temple.

Severus knew it was time for breakfast, and he knew that she was going to get fussy if he didn't get her fed soon. He slipped her into her highchair, her legs wiggling as she squirmed with anticipation.

"What would you like for breakfast, princess?" He asked, only receiving an interested stare in response. "I know you like eggs...and I think Mum picked up some fruit yesterday."

Severus turned and surveyed the inside of the fridge, studying its contents to make a decision. She was getting impatient, whining and babbling for Severus to hurry up. She was on a specific schedule, and her late wake up time had her about fifteen minutes behind.

Severus went with his suggestion on the premise that eggs and fruit were a safe option. She wasn't terribly picky, but since this wasn't her usual routine, he figured giving her something that he knew she liked was best.

Severus selected a few eggs from the fridge, deciding to cook them all and divide the portion appropriately between himself, you, and the baby. He knew it wouldn't be long before you were up, so he got started on getting a pot of coffee brewed as well.

With a wave of his wand, the stove ignited and began cooking the eggs in a pan while he worked on getting some fruit mashed up for her.

"Strawberries or a banana?" He asked her, who was more interested in dancing in her chair than picking which fruit she wanted.

Severus was certain that she hadn't eaten strawberries before. He took a chance and went with the strawberries, retrieving a few and getting them smushed enough to be suitable for baby consumption. He plated the eggs once they were cooked,

He pulled up a chair to her highchair, holding the tiny baby spoon and bowl in his hand to begin feeding her baby spoonfuls of her breakfast.

She made a noise of approval with the strawberries, barely even swallowing before motioning for more. For an eight-month-old, she was a fantastic eater and would try nearly anything.

Your daughter giggled, her eyes sparkling with the sight of her dad in front of her. Severus couldn't help but feel a tug at his heartstrings. This was a side of him that no one else got to see, a side reserved only for his precious little one.

He felt so incredibly lucky to have a child. He felt even more blessed to raise her and love her in the ways he never was. He wasn't a perfect father by any means, but he made it his personal mission to never give her a reason to think of him as a bad father.

When her noises slowed and she hesitated to take any more bites of food, Severus stopped feeding her and began cleaning up. Slowly but surely, she was fed to satisfaction -- and Severus managed to fill himself up by getting bites in between feeding her.

Her face and shirt was painted with stains of sticky red from the strawberries, but she was happy as a clam and not at all concerned about the fact that she would most certainly need a bath.

Severus stood at the sink, letting her entertain herself while he arranged the dishes to be washed. When she gave a particularly joyous squeal, he knew that she had spotted something that she liked.

You were up now, standing in the doorway of the kitchen just freshly awake.

"Good morning, you two." You spoke gently, still clad in your sleepwear from the night before.

Severus turned, grinning at you with a small pink tint in his cheeks.

"Good morning, darling. We've just had breakfast." He smiled at you, his wife who he adored so dearly.

"I see that. You should've woke me up," You said. "I didn't mean to oversleep."

"Nonsense, darling. You needed the rest, and I am perfectly capable of taking on breakfast," He said. "I...assumed eggs and fruit were a safe choice."

"Oh, yeah. That's perfect," You approached the highchair, using your fingers to swipe some of her bed head hair to the side. "Looks like the strawberries were a hit." You laughed, noting the stains of red on her pink pajama shirt.

"Yes...sorry about that, my love." He blushed.

"I needed to do laundry today anyways," You smiled, not irritated in the slightest. "She'll be grown out of it soon."

A slight pang in Severus' chest made him go quiet for a moment. She was growing so fast that he couldn't even believe it. In four short months, she was going to be a year old. To think that it had been almost a year since she was born completely blew his mind. Next thing he knew, she would be starting her first day at Hogwarts and getting sorted into her House.

For now, he was enjoying her infant stage of life. Just as he had cherished the newborn phase, and how he would the toddler stage and beyond.

"I say it's time for a bath." You lifted her from her highchair, laughing again at how sticky she was.

"I can handle it," Severus said, turning the sink faucet off. "Might as well finish her morning routine."

"Are you sure?" You asked, feeling a bit guilty that he was taking on your usual morning duties.

"Absolutely," He grinned, taking her from you and turning his attention to her. "Mum will read you your bedtime story and put you to bed tonight. Does that work?"

She only hummed, clearly content with the arrangement they had going on today.

"Thank you, Sev." You said, thanking him for being so attentive and letting you sleep in for a bit.

"Oh, darling, it was nothing," He pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Why don't you have breakfast and coffee while I get her ready for the day?"

Sure enough, Severus had a plate and a cup of coffee ready to go for you, a charm casted to keep the coffee hot and the food warm.

"The day where we have nothing planned?" You grinned, and Severus chuckled.

"Exactly."

And to Severus, a Saturday with nothing to do was perfect. In a lot of ways, nothing was everything when you and the baby were around.

His family (albeit small) was everything he ever needed.

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prongslvl · 11 months

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EVERYONE ADORES YOU (AT LEAST I DO) - remus lupin

PAIRING remus lupin x gn!reader

SUMMARY your change of attitude concerned remus, way more than he thought it would.

a/n: jus a lil something for @loving-and-dreaming ! i related to their blog a bit too much lmao so i wrote something quick and short. also an excuse to finally write something for remus!!

The first thing Remus noticed were your eyes. how it looked all dulled up and looked down most of the time, as if it was searching for something to lay its gaze upon without offending anyone. Your fingers fiddled with the hem of your uniform or the wooden wand you owned before going back to your lap, where it rested.

He wasn't used to your silence as well; he expected your usual cheery tone despite having to wake up at the crack of dawn (as much as he hated anything too energetic in the morning, your presence never seemed to bother him—Godric, it might've even helped Remus live through the dreadful hours.) but you remained still, cooped up in one corner by yourself when everyone's together in groups, as if someone casted an 'immobulus' on you. If it weren't for your occasional head turn and answering whenever a teacher calls for you, he would've brought out his wand in a heartbeat.

Remus doesn't think both of you are friends; at least he thinks so. You were friendly with everyone, even with the foul Snivellus, who always rudely pushed you away (he swore if he saw you getting pushed by him again, he'd make him eat slugs for the whole school year), but not even Snivellus can put you down; you've proven this many times.

But today, even the greasy mole rat seemed concerned with the lack of 'annoyance', as Severus verbally described it, from you. The only relationship he could probably describe between you two was that of acquaintance. He doesn't feel intimidated or pressured to ask you for something, and neither did you towards him. This caused a few more encounters between the two of you, with Remus seeing much more of what your sweet heart could offer.

There were times you'd unconsciously help him through his werewolf problem. Your face was the first thing he usually saw after getting treated by Madame Pomfrey in the hospital wing. It wasn't hard to think of a lie because of how quickly you believed him.

("You don't have to explain anything to me, lovely. What matters is that you're hurt—well, not so much with the help of Madame Pomfrey." You gave him a kind smile, such an expression that made him, for the first time, feel guilty for lying. In his head, if he ever told you about his problem or even caught him in the act, you wouldn't see him any differently.

And your nicknames—such loving nicknames he wasn't used to—Remus would be lying if he said he didn't feel uncomfortable at first, but he didn't blame you in the slightest. It was only a matter of time before he became desensitized to the names you'd given, unconsciously looking forward to them whenever you used his last name, Lupin, instead. It only happened once, though, and Remus made it clear to you that he became fond of them.

He held a piece of paper with a familiar name written on it. Hogwarts' current potion Professor usually assigns students during on-hand activities, and today, you were partnered with him. Remus greets you, "Hello, fancy seeing you here," making you chuckle, "nice to see you too, Lupin." It caught him off guard a bit, his mind immediately racking for any sort of mistake he must've made to be called just 'Lupin'.

"No nicknames today?" His mouth moved on its own as he poured ingredients right after them. It was your turn to get caught off guard, freezing in your spot as you stared at him. He suddenly felt the need to explain himself after your silence. "Did I do something wrong? I was starting to get used to 'lovely," he said. On the back of his head, a voice begged for Remus to put his head inside the boiling cauldron to show how shameless he was.

You smiled at him and said, "It slips sometimes. Plus, I just wanted to try and say it because I'd never learned your name until I read my paper. My apologies, lovely.")

You were one of the rare people inside Hogwarts that Remus could tolerate without having to get to know you deeply, unlike Sirius or James, who had to do more than just approach him to finally have a decent conversation with him. You were naturally approachable, as were probably many others, hence the quick relationship you both created.

But today, you haven't even spared him a glance. It was weird, even for Remus, who's probably the perfect definition of the word, to see someone like yourself suddenly change overnight. It was obvious it wasn't just him that noticed; Sirius had to ask him if he knew anything about it, and it slightly pained him to say no. Remus wanted to know why and comfort you in any way he was capable of doing so. His eyes followed your every move (which wasn't really hard with how little you moved around than you normally do) but saw nothing that gave even the smallest clue as to what happened to you.

He tried to approach you himself; it wasn't the first time he'd done it, so seeing the way you purposely avoided him by walking towards the staircase to your dormitory hurt him. He wouldn't be able to follow after you even if he wanted, watching as you whispered the password to your common room. Even the painting that guarded the tower noticed your change of tone.

"That's it. I'm going to look for them," Remus declared to his friends, glaring towards the blank parchment paper that was supposed to contain the homework he needed to pass tomorrow. He placed his things under his bed, grabbing his coat before departing from his dorm.

He could hear several footsteps behind him, yelling his name. "Moony! Wait up! Where are you going?! Remus!" James managed to grab a hold of his shoulder; his strength was enough to make him pause on his steps. Remus gritted his teeth, his jaw tightening with how frustrated he felt. The bespectacled boy could only sigh, reading his friend like a book.

"You don't have to look for (Y/n), Moony." The mere mention of your name reminded him of what you looked like in the morning during class, making him even more eager to leave. "They're probably just having problems, you know, like any other person?"

"That's the thing, prongs. I want to help them. It's unusual, the way they're acting. I can't just stand by when I know for sure something or someone's bothering (Y/n)." The boys can see how much you meant to Remus; he didn't even notice how desperate he sounded and felt. "I won't do anything that'll get us hurt."

"Ah, yes, just like the many times you told us." It was Sirius who replied, a knowing smirk on his face. "The last time you told us that, we had to carry you to the hospital wing."

"Please, just—I have to find them. You can always look for me on the map."

The frustration etched on their friend's face was enough for them to pity him. James glanced at Sirius, who only shrugged.

Remus felt the other's hand leave his shoulder. "Promise us you'll fix it and not get hurt." James smiled at the boy, giving him the folded marauders' map. You won't be able to find them without it; you'll be looking forever," Sirius added before leaving to go back to their room. The two laughed at their friend, shaking their heads. He clenched the map in his hands, going unnoticed by James, who simply patted Remus' back.

"Say hi to (Y/n) for us," he said as he followed the long-haired boy, leaving him in the common room.

Remus wasted no time leaving, opening the map. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," he mumbled under his breath, tapping the paper. It revealed a bunch of unfamiliar and familiar names to Remus, but his attention was solely on looking for your name, scanning every nook and cranny of the school. You weren't inside your dorm or the astronomy tower, where most students go to hang out at night. He checked any of the professors' offices and the classrooms, but to no avail. It was like you were a ghost, but not even ghosts inside Hogwarts were spared from their map.

It was only then that he began his search outside the school premises when he finally found you. Remus saw your name and footsteps by the whopping willow, overlapped and still. He guessed you were sitting or standing near it. Seeing you outside at night, by the sacred tree of all places, was the last thing he thought you'd be. Remus didn't think twice about following you, not caring about the thought of Filch catching him.

Once Remus saw your robe flying with the harsh winds the tree kept producing, he slowly walked from behind you as your eyes remained high up on the branches.

"(Y/n)?" His voice startled you, turning your head to face him. Remus could tell you probably thought you were some prefect or filch, seeing the way your hands trembled. The hill you were both on was dark, barely illuminating each other's faces, but it was enough for the boy to see how confused you are.

"Lupin, what are you doing here?"

Remus decided to ignore the hurt he felt in his chest, knowing you were his top priority right now. "I wanted to know what was wrong," he confessed, walking further towards where you stood. Remus could see the way you avoided eye contact once again, looking down on your dirtied shoes with an expression he couldn't see or decipher. He took your silence as an excuse to continue.

"I know we barely know each other; if it weren't for your cheery personality, we'd only know each other as Lupin and (l/n), but we aren't. You easily slid into my life way before I realized it, and the fact that I managed to find you tonight proves that—"

He was cut off by your quiet sniffing. His eyes trailed the same hands that tended to his wounds that Madame Pomfrey had treated in the past as they rubbed the tears on your face. Remus had little to no experience comforting himself, let alone other people. but the instinct to pull you close with his arms took over him. You gasped at his actions, but you accepted his attempt at a hug, burying your face in his chest.

It took a bit of time before you finally calmed down, sitting on the ground next to Remus, who was just as dazed as you were. The whomping willow continues to make small tornadoes, with the occasional leaves and branches hitting your bodies. Remus' eyes trailed from the sky to you, watching as the robe you wore protected you from the winter of the night. He didn't expect you to talk, but you did.

"I'm sorry for being weird today." Your voice has gone hoarse as a result of your loud sobbing. It was Remus turn to listen quietly, his eyes expectantly staring at you as he waited for you to continue.

"I had a bit of a wake-up call yesterday. I've been told the way I acted was too much; it got too overbearing to handle. The last thing I wanted to be was a burden to everyone."

"But you're not," Remus responds with absolute urgency. "Whatever wake-up call it was, they're wrong."

Your glossy eyes remained on the boy, who reassuringly stared back, a small smile on his face. "If I'm being honest, your presence lessened some of my burdens—the awful mornings, my time in the hospital wing—just everything you're involved in, it gets better." He didn't know what came over him to suddenly hold your hand, giving it a squeeze to relieve your mind of whatever negative things this 'wake-up call' had given you.

"You're wonderful, (Y/n). I promise you."

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snowyslytherinowl · 9 months

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Joyous Nightmares - Part 1

PAIRING: Severus Snape x (Professor) Reader

SUMMARY: A year after surviving the Second Wizarding War, Severus Snape begins to have joyous nightmares where he dreams of having a wife and a daughter. These dreams bring him nightmares because he doesn't believe that he'll ever get married or have a family of his own. So what happens when the wife in his dreams is revealed to be you?

Warning: Nothing heavy, but there are some mentions of death. Angst and nightmares are also featured. This is my first fanfiction for Harry Potter. I hope you enjoy it!

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Severus has had nightmares for as long as he can remember. As a child, he dreamt of his parents arguing and his father hitting him when drunk. Then his nightmares focused mainly on his rejection from Lily, and Potter and Black bullying him. Sometimes they would trip him in the hall, causing his trousers to fall off, and other times Potter would make him kiss the ground and eat the dirt while Lily watched. As he grew older, he dreamt of Lily’s death. After the Second Wizarding War, he relived his near-fatal attack by Nagini almost every night. But about a year after the war ends, Severus starts to have nightmares about a much different topic.

Severus is sitting on his bed when he hears crying. He walks down a hall in a house, one that looks much different than the one in Spinner’s End, to the source of the crying: a baby. He opens the door at the end of the hall and sees a small infant flailing around the crib. Gingerly lifting the baby from the bed, he cradles the baby in his arm and places their head on his shoulder. He doesn’t know why or how, but he knows that the baby is a girl and that she’s his daughter. He gently bounces her up and down and sits in a rocking chair.

“Hush now. Daddy is here,” he whispers and kisses her forehead. “You have nothing to fear. I will always protect you.” He holds the little girl closer to him, and soon she falls asleep in his arms.

Severus wakes up in his bed in his private chamber at Hogwarts. Although he has dreamt of much more horrific, much more gruesome things, this dream leaves him feeling immensely worse. He has been bullied and seen death in the real world, so seeing it in his mind’s eye at night is no different than experiencing it. But dreaming of cradling his own tiny baby girl? That leaves him with a gaping hole in his heart, a hole he cannot mend because he will never have a family. Pathetic, greasy-haired Severus, forever condemned to loneliness.

He pulls the covers back up his chest, turns on his side, and closes his eyes. No matter how much he tosses and turns that night, he can't fall asleep until dawn.

XXX

Several nights later, Severus has a similar dream.

He’s back in the same house. With a quick peek through the window, he can tell that this house is in the countryside with its green, sprawling valley. Severus turns to the little girl in the highchair, who is now eight or nine months old. He dips a spoon into a jar of baby food and tries to feed it to his daughter, who purses her lips and turns her head.

“Do not be picky. This is delicious,” he says and puts the spoonful of baby food into his mouth. No, he was lying about the delicious part. “Perhaps it does not taste good, but it is good for you. My Half-Blood Princess must grow to be healthy and strong.”

Even though his daughter giggles at her nickname, she still refuses to eat the food. “Fine. I did not want to fall into temptation, but you are forcing me.”

Severus takes a small cauldron from the cupboard, which is no bigger than a large bowl. He puts the jar of baby food and spoon into the cauldron and uses his wand to make steam rise from the cauldron. He swirls his wand over the cauldron, pretending to stir it, and casts a fake spell of gibberish words.

Severus’s daughter breaks into a giggling fit and bounces up and down in her high seat. Severus can’t help but smile and laugh at her joy. He uses his wand to lift a spoonful of baby food from the cauldron and towards the little girl, who finally opens her mouth and eats.

He never thought himself much of a fatherly figure, but these joyous nightmares have made him realize how desperately he wishes to have a family of his own. Every time he visits Hogsmeade, he stares at the small children accompanying their parents at shops or playing in the playground. Even though he doesn’t show much love to the people around him, he somehow knows that he would shower his own child with love and affection.

Severus decides not to go back to sleep. There are two hours until he must make his way to the Great Hall and he still has essays to grade. Anything to get his mind off the baby, though a small cauldron in the corner of his room ensures that the hole in his heart remains open.

XXX

Over the next few months, Severus has dreams about his child almost every night. In every dream, he watches her grow up, even if it’s by a month or two. Nothing particularly profound happens; they merely participate in average daily activities. Once he dreams that she plays with a toy wand set that emits tiny colorful sparks. Another time she sits on his lap as he reads to her and wrestles his hair from her tiny fingers. That one makes him feel especially pained as he’s always felt insecure about his hair, and he can’t imagine a baby happily playing with it.

After a particularly hard day of disciplining dunderheads and spilled potions, another person joins his dreams.

Muggle baby strollers are quite the invention, Severus thinks as he pushes his sleeping daughter around the main square of the nearest town. Stores here display all types of clothes, as well as chocolate boxes and snack bags; however, he doesn’t see anything suitable for his wife’s birthday.

Finally, Severus spots a beautiful dark green pendant through a jewelry shop’s window. An idea pops into his mind about how he can transform this simple Muggle pendant into something enchanting for his wife.

He buys it, then spends the rest of the day locked in his study working on magically connecting the pendant and a journal. He charms the pendant to heat up and display messages Severus writes in the journal. This way, Severus can send short messages to his wife no matter where he is. “I love you,” he writes in the journal and watches it slowly appear on the green gem.

“What do you think?” he asks his daughter when he enters the living room. She giggles and grasps the chain of the necklace, which Severus takes as a yes.

“One day, I will give you one of your own, my Half-Blood Princess.”

A wife. A wife whom he loves. A wife that loves him, too, even if he has no proof to support his theory. A wife who he loves enough to have a baby with. A wife who he knows he will never have.

Since he started having these joyous nightmares, he has recognized that the existence of a wife would appear at some point. Though when she finally does, he’s caught off guard. He thought that as an adult, he would finally grow out of the nervous, insecure person he was as a child. But he’s thought wrong; a fist squeezes his heart as he thinks about how lonely and unlovable he is. His hand wanders to the pillow on the other side of the bed as he imagines a wife lying beside him. He wishes that he could hold her, kiss her, and love her. But who would ever be attracted to his oily hair and sallow skin, or not be appalled by his deeds as he served the Dark Lord?

Tears have threatened to spill after waking from his past dreams. This time, though, the tears overtake him and sobs wrack his body.

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Steps sound from around the corner. Severus prepares to berate the student he catches, but he stops short when he spots you. “Hi Severus, you can go to bed. It’s my night to patrol the corridors, remember?”

Severus doesn’t have many friends at Hogwarts, or anywhere for that matter. But out of the few people he can rely on, you are one of them. You frequently eat lunch with him and sit beside him for meals. You’re always there for him to talk to, though you aren’t pushy. He appreciates you more than you likely appreciate him.

“I know,” he says a little too harshly. “I thought I should help since I could not sleep.” Do not want to sleep is more like it, he thinks.

You don’t take offense to his harsh tone. “That’s nice of you. Are you having nightmares, perhaps? Are the ghosts in your dreams giving you too much grief?” You give him a gentle smile and Severus feels a warmth spreading over his body.

“I consumed too much caffeine,” he lies.

“Don’t I know the dangers of drinking too much tea before I go to bed.”

You two patrol the corridors as he listens to your stories of catching students out of bed and making fools of themselves in class. He rather enjoys being in your presence, a warm welcome from his joyous nightmares.

It seems too soon when your patrol is over and you head in different directions to return to your chambers. Determined not to fall asleep, Severus spends the rest of his time until breakfast grading essays. He has never physically seen his dream wife; he only writes to her or prepares dinner or breakfast for her. Unfortunately, his eyes feel too heavy and he eventually succumbs to sleep.

It’s a beautiful day and Severus chases after his daughter, who runs through the valley outside their house. He finally catches up with her when she drops to the ground, picking at something. “I got you!” he yells after he grabs his daughter and lifts her into his arms.

“Daddy!” she giggles and presents him with the flowers she has picked. “For you!”

He takes the bundle from her dirt-stained hands and smiles down at her. “Thank you, sweetheart.” He places her back down on the ground and kneels beside her. “How about you pick some for Mummy?”

“Okay!” His daughter runs around a little more until she picks the largest flowers in the valley and gives them to her dad for safekeeping. He lifts her back into his arms and walks towards the house.

In the distance, he can see a woman by their house. He knows that it’s his wife, but the light from the setting sun and the shadow from the house blocks him from seeing her features. Severus uses one of his hands to shield his eyes from the sun glaring into his eyes and tells his daughter, “Wave to Mummy!”

Severus checks the time and jumps to his feet. He strains to discern the identity of his dream wife based on his memories of the dream but to no avail. He arrives at the Great Hall, takes his seat beside you at the High Table, and attempts to compose himself as he digs into his food. Why are you living under the delusion that this dream woman is a real person? Severus tells himself in his mind. If you ever see what she looks like, she will be an imaginary woman who only lives in your head.

For a split second, Severus peeks at you from the corner of his eyes and imagines you as his wife blinded by the light from the sun. Deciding that it’s a dangerous path to take, he snaps out of it and goes back to nibbling his toast.

You catch him looking at you and you ask, “Are you alright, Severus? You look like you didn’t get any sleep!” Oddly, he enjoys the concern in your voice and the furrowing of your brows.

“I am fine,” he brushes off, but you’ve already poured him coffee and waved your wand at it.

“Take this. It should get you through the rest of the day.” Severus grunts thanks and takes a sip. Normally, coffee makes him feel shaky and nervous as he unwittingly recalls his joyous nightmares. This coffee tastes different; it's sweet and makes him feel like he will stay awake and alert for the rest of the day.

You talk to each other about your plans for the day until you finish your food and stand from your seat. “I’ll see you later!” you call from behind. For some indiscernible reason, Severus is looking forward to that.

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legilimens-library · 10 months

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I Promise

severus snape x reader

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Severus made his way down to your shared chambers that resides in the dungeons after the long and tedious day he endured, wanting nothing more than to spend the rest of the evening in the comfort of your embrace. But he was also peeved at the discovery of what he bore witness to earlier, or rather the lack of what he discovered. He knew only one other person who would betray him so profoundly and he was about to confront the little thief.

Turning the doorknob diligently, he crossed the threshold of the room and glanced up to find you cuddled up in his favorite armchair, reading one of those cliché romance novels you adored so much under the warmth of the soft quilt he gifted you last Christmas. Severus couldn’t help but crack a tiny smile at the sight of you as you looked up from your book, a smile upon your face to match his own.

“Hello, my love. How was your day?” The sound of your voice broke his stupor and he was once reminded of his objective, his smile turning into the classic smirk he loved to use when he was plotting a certain demise.

“Oh, the same as usual. Those dunderheaded students of mine never cease to amaze me by the lack of their ambition to follow basic instructions.” Severus made his way to kneel in front of you, taking a hold of the forgotten tome that rested on your lap and placing it on the adjacent end table to hold your hands within his. “However, I did come across something earlier today that upset me a little.”

Your smile dropped at his words and he knew that you would worry over whatever was bothering him and want to help him make it right. Assuming that he had caught you by surprise, Severus’s smirk only grew wider at the look of confusion upon your facial features.

“I’m sorry to hear about that, sweetheart. Would you like to talk about it?”

“Indeed I do, my darling girl. But first…” Severus murmured before drifting closer towards you to capture your lips in a soft kiss, making you sigh at his affection.

His lips were cool to the touch by your connection, but they were always a welcome reminder of his love towards you. It wasn’t long before he tore himself away from you and began to kiss your cheeks and along your jaw, brushing away the few stray hairs that framed your face so he could reach the shell of your ear only to whisper:

“If you ever, ever eat my biscuits again, there will be severe consequences.”

Severus then leans back and he basks in the dawn of realization you were experiencing. Right there, that was all the satisfaction he needed and he caught you red-handed. But then you had the audacity to begin giggling at him as if to mock him for such a silly notion.

“Pray tell, my dear, but what is so amusing?” He found your reaction quite irksome, but then again, he started to chuckle along with you.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Sev. I didn’t mean to laugh in your face, I was sure it was something far more serious. But I confess, it was me who who ate the last of your biscuits. That’s why I made a fresh batch for you as an apology.” You pointed to where the small kitchenette was and sure enough, on top of the counter, lies a plate of warm cookies you had only just let out of the oven before Severus came back from his office.

“Would you ever find it in your heart to forgive me, Sev?” Reaching out to cup his face with your hands, you stroke at his cheek gently. Locking his gaze with your doe like eyes, Severus takes a hold of one of your wrists and places a ginger peck at your palm and returns your smile. He’s not actually upset with you, but he could never resist your eloquent charm.

“Hmm, I suppose I will. But only if you promise to join me in bed for the rest of the night.” He has you laughing again with his simple request, and who would you be to deny him?

“I promise.”

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November Prompt 7: Soft

Words: | Pairing: Severus Snape x reader

It’s exceptionally cold this morning, maybe because Severus had left in the middle of the night for a meeting. You hadn’t asked what it was about; though, you were more than curious about your lovers frequent partings at dawn.

Your eyes flutter open to a ray of sunlight peeking through slips of the heavy, emerald green curtains; the sunlight illuminates a single crack across the ceiling.

With his absence and his blankets doing no justice, you toss them back and shiver towards his makeshift, wooden wardrobe in the corner of his room. Severus doesn’t have much, but he never did. It was the trauma. In a sense, it had carried over from childhood or just through the years of his life in general.

The lesson? Well, it’s simple. You can’t miss what never belonged to you.

So, with the slim pickings in his wardrobe, your palms mull over a thick, wool sweater. You’ve never seen him wear it, not even once in the years you’ve been together. The wool is soft and warm against your frigid fingertips and the coolness of the space, so you settle on taking it out. Slowly removing it from the hanger, you turn towards the mirror, eyeing it against you over the nakedness of your body.

Somewhere in the rush, just the night before, you’d lost your own clothes before Severus’ hands and mouth had replaced where they’d been. And you’d look for them, but it’d be of no use. Just knowing Severus, they were probably cleaned by him long after you drifted to sleep in his bed and hanging outside to dry, knowing his need for order in even the simplest of things.

In the stillness of the morning, at least inside, you listen to the scraping of the old maple tree branches brushing against the tiny house. You listen to the whirling of dead and dying leaves spiraling in the wind before coming to a crash against the forest floor. You listen to the howling of the wind bristling through the tops of endless ascending trees.

In the house, you gaze away from the foggy mirror, not foggy from perspiration, but foggy from aging. Your eyes roam over the tattered, brownish black wallpaper. It’s peeling in the corners just a bit, revealing a grayish, gold tint underneath. He had covered it all up when he’d moved here, much like you covering yourself in the softness of his sweater.

The wool fabric falls just above your knees and itches slightly against your goose-bumped skin, but you pay no mind now that you’ve been shielded from the cold.

Searching for a bit more warmth, you wander into the kitchen where the same wallpaper is peeling and reach into the cabinet for a mug. You settle with tea at the wooden table, perched in an unvarnished wooden chair. The fingertips of your left hand curl around the mug and your right ones rub into the unfinished carvings in the table top.

You watch the leaves swirling just outside the small paneled window above the old, rusting sink until the steam curling from the mug becomes too much a distraction. Just as you stand to move, the front door swings open, bringing in a gush of the cold that makes your legs tremble, then it’s filled with heat.

“Sev,” you hum, immediately placing the mug on the table to rush towards him.

He tosses his coat on a nearby chair and kicks his shoes off before greeting you. He allows his coolness to melt into your warmth until he’s just warm enough to place his hands on your cheeks.

His eyes fall into your gaze and all the words he wants to say, the words that linger on the tip of his tongue, fall short in the exchange of gazing into each other. It’s like peeking into pieces of each other’s soul. Both your lips tremble, yearning for each other in the realization of it all; the realization being that the two of you are madly in love, no matter how mad love can be.

And with that profound realization, he brings his lips to yours, allowing them to curl against you. You’ve always found so much warmth in his kisses, so much softness there… in his touch, when he was with you.

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Severus Snape x fem! OC Araminta Tobbat

by aureum-lepus

Warnings: none

Word count: 2065

Note: Hello and welcome! This is the start of my Severus Snape x OC fanfic and I am so excited to share this! Please forgive me any mistakes regarding writing or spelling or anything. English is not my first language and have no beta reader (if anyone is interested to help or to talk about anything regarding writing, don't hesitate on messaging me!)

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Dear Headmaster Albus Dumbledore of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,

I hope you are in the best of health. I am pleased to inform you that I am. Breeding rabbits this year is a bit...troublesome. My little darlings are afraid of all the dogs and snakes that have been hanging around the neighborhood lately.

I heard that the famous Harry Potter will be spending his third year at Hogwarts this year. That sounds very exciting. How is the boy doing? I can still remember my time at Hogwarts very well. How I wish I could roam through those magnificent halls again.

But let's get to the point of why I'm sending you an owl. My work at one of the local Muggle hospitals around here is going well, but it is not the true fulfillment. I'm sure you've already filled all the professors' positions with some exquisite people. The circumstances mentioned above do not allow me to spend my life here any longer and I would be very happy if I could come back to Hogwarts. Could you possibly have a vacancy for me in the Hospital Wing or do any of the professors need an assistant?

I am very pleased to hear from you, Professor Dumbledore.

With the very best and kindest regards,

Minty Delaney

The hand of the man holding the letter was bony and old. Older than it should be. Nevertheless, he read the letter with his lips curled and almost pulled into a smile. The paper on which the message was written looked worn and was slightly yellowish in color. It gave the impression that the owl that brought him these lines had flown an almost infinitely long distance.

Professor Albus Dumbledore rolled the old piece of paper back up into a scroll and tied it back with the ribbon with which the letter had previously been sealed. The old wizard adjusted his crescent-shaped spectacles and cleared his throat briefly. He then sat down on his wooden chair and rested his hands on the solid desk in front of him. "Please." he said in a very friendly and welcoming tone as he pointed to a chair in front of him. A witch of the still young age of twenty nine years slid into his view, her hands restrained in her lap. She took a seat on the creaky chair. Her posture was very tense and her eyes looked anxious.

"Lovley letter. I was very pleased to receive it." Dumbledore said as he tapped on the paper. "Even if I was a little surprised."

"Forgive me for this sudden outburst. The circumstances..." the woman began in a calm voice, but the headmaster interrupted her by placing his hand on his lips.

"You wanted a post in the hospital wing. You would fit in perfectly there, but I'm afraid Madame Pomfrey is already doing an excellent job there."

"I understand. But Professor, you didn't have to let me come here to tell me that. Why don't you write me this cancellation in a letter?"

"I didn't say I didn't have a position for you. Hogwarts has always kept its doors open to those who have sought help and asked for it." the old man smiled. "In your letter, you mentioned that you would also work as an assistant to the professors?"

The woman with gray hair, which she wore in a loose braid, nodded. Her eyes had a pink, almost red glow and as it slowly dawned on her what Dumbledore wanted to tell her, they lit up with joy. The old wizard stood up and walked over to her. He placed his hand on her shoulder. "You will be working as a nurse in the hospital wing with Madame Pomfrey. I have a feeling that we will need someone like you at times like this. However, you will also help the professors with smaller tasks if they need it."

The young witch placed her hand gratefully on the headmaster's. A faint smile crossed her lips and a feeling of security and warmth rose up inside her, something she hadn't felt for a long time. "Thank you, Professor," she almost whispered.

"Use your time with the professors wisely, Minty. Someday I'll hire you as a professor for transfiguration."

Minty Delaney giggled. "You don't really think I'm competition for Professor McGonagall, do you?"

Dumbledore patted her shoulder and took a step back. "Not at all, you are both important and valuable to Hogwarts in your own way." The old man placed his hands on his lower back and his gaze swiveled around the room. He suddenly seemed a little distant and absent. "You must be tired, Minty. I've already had your luggage taken away. You'll find your bedchamber near the Ravenclaw common room. I thought a little proximity to your old house couldn't hurt. I'll introduce you to the professors tomorrow. Luckily, we still have some time before the new school year starts."

Minty stood up hastily. She didn't want to waste any more of Dumbledore's time, as he obviously had other plans for tonight. She tilted her head forwards slightly. "Thank you very much, Professor."

She hurriedly made her way to the spiral staircase that led out of the Headmaster's office. A large eagle guarded the entrance and as soon as she got closer to the statue, it opened the exit. Her foot was just taking the first steps into the long corridor in front of her when she banged her nose against something black. She pulled her hands up quickly when she felt the impact. She felt a rough material under her hands. It seemed to be a mage's robe. 'The object' was not an object, but a man's chest rising and falling as he breathed in a little annoyed.

Unsure, Minty moved her head upwards so that her chin was now digging into the ribbed, thin chest. Her eyes became a little watery. 'What an awkward and embarrassing situation...' she thought.

Her eyes met a very tense, pale face. Dark, tired eyes looked down at her. The man was several heads taller than the small woman. Minty could barely get a whimper out of her throat. The man with black, somewhat stringy hair raised his equally black eyebrow. His already cold face didn't move an inch.

Minty was paralyzed with fear and panic. 'Move...' She felt her jaw tighten and her body tremble. Every muscle was tense. It felt almost impossible to break away from the man, who was probably one of the professors. Minty's eyes ran over the features of his face. Over the dark eyes, to the slightly gaunt cheeks, back to his thinly curled lips and finally to the large, crooked nose in the centre of his face.

She wanted to say something, whisper some kind of apology for her clumsy behavior, but no matter how hard she tried to calm herself, the spasmodic panic spread through her stomach. She opened her mouth, took a deep breath, and the man grabbed her by the wrist.

"And you are..?" the man cut her off before one single word cut escape her throat. His voice was cold and there was a hint of bitterness in it.

"I'm sorry..." Minty stuttered. She feared that the man was about to break her arm.

The wizard quickly pushed Minty against the wall next to them and moved a little further away. He still had a firm grip on her wrist, while he had drawn his wand with the other and was now holding it to her chin. "Your name."

A whimper was all the witch uttered when she touched the cold wall. She squinted her eyes now. What a terrible confrontation. Minty's knees went weak and she took a deep breath. She felt dizzy. "A-a-ara..." she began softly and weakly as a familiar voice beside her interrupted her.

"Severus." Dumbledore's voice cut through her whimpering.

The dark eyes of the man, who was probably called Severus, left Minty and focussed on the headmaster. When he saw Dumbledore put on a friendly smile, Severus knew that there was no danger from this woman and let her go.

"There was no time to mention that I was expecting a guest. Why don't you go to my office, Severus?"

The professor nodded, but gave Minty one last, suspicious look before he went upstairs to the Headmaster's office. Dumbledore was now standing in front of Minty again, placing a hand on her shoulder reassuringly. "Minty..." His voice seemed a little stern.

The young witch swallowed a heavy lump. She was painfully aware of the mistake she had almost made. She had almost told the professor her real name. "I...I'm sorry." Minty stroked her still watery eyes with her index finger.

"No one should know. Do you understand that? You've kept it a secret for years, don't get careless now."

A nod. "I know, Professor."

Albus Dumbledore straightened up. "Now really go to sleep. Dark times are ahead of us. Use every minute you have to yourself." With these words, he left her alone and returned to his office.

Minty wasted no more time either and set off in the direction of the Ravenclaw tower. The way there was uneventful. Strangely enough, she knew exactly where to go without Dumbledore telling her which room was hers.

She was just sure that the path was right and just before she arrived at the tower, she saw a room. A room with a marking. Minty was overcome with such incredible happiness. She felt safe and secure, despite the strange confrontation with Severus. She had felt at home after many years. She quickly opened the door and stepped into the room. Her eyes lit up with joy, knowing full well that Dumbledore had this room set up for her.

It wasn't a large room, but it was very cosy. Right on the other side was a wide window, through which the moonlight was currently shining. There was a large bed in the corner of the room below it. The bed linen was in pastel colours and, like everything else in the room, radiated a certain warmth and familiarity. The wall beside the bed was decorated with a number of dried flowers which where sorted around a mirror. To Minty's left were a pair of bookshelves filled with books on transformations, magical animals and potions. In the centre was a large white and very fluffy carpet. Minty's luggage was also there. A few candles were skilfully placed around the room to provide light.

Minty pulled the scrunchie out of her hair and a broad grin lit up her face. She quickly closed the door behind her and stepped fully into her room. She turned around a few times, taking in every little detail that was hidden here. She finally plopped down on the bed and looked at the door again. The symbol she saw outside was also on the inside of the door. It was a rabbit, its ears hanging limply downwards. That was Minty's symbol. The rabbit with floppy ears. The animal she could transform herself into.

She sighed with relief, stretched out her arms and let herself fall backwards. She bumped her wrist against the mattress a little too hard. A sharp pain shot through her and she hissed from the pain. A soft mattress shouldn't actually hurt. Minty looked at her wrist and saw a small bruise.

She immediately thought of the professor she had met earlier. She began to gently massage her wrist. There was something about this man's appearance that aroused her curiosity and interest. Still, he frightened her. Those dark eyes and that black hair...And then that nose...

He had been very slim, yet he was strong.

Minty closed her eyes.

She visualised him a little more in her mind's eye. She now also remembered the man's scent. Old books, like a library. Candles that had just been blown out. There was more, but she couldn't remember it. As if the room had been tailored to her exact needs, all the candles went out at once.

Minty Delaney's consciousness slowly slipped into a deep sleep. Her thoughts of the strange professor accompanied her into her dream world. There were some exciting days, weeks or even years ahead for her at Hogwarts.

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🕊️: hi, there! i'm a 21+ writer searching for 18+ writers ONLY. i'm looking to write a dominant older character against a younger character (for the most part). the plots would vary from dead dove themes such as dubcon, stalking, etc to more normal things. depends on the pairing. i have no preference for a gender of pairings or chars but bonus point for anyone wanting to write with an older female atm! i'm itching to write a MILF against a younger woman. professor x student esp. LOOKING FOR: - 2-4 paras length. i'm a novella writer. i enjoy detail. - patience is key and very important. my reply speed varies. - tupperbot and discord only for the time being. - no doubles. ocs only for certain pairings and i'm very FC driven. - willing to do around 3 ships per writer, but i don't wanna repeat ships once i find someone willing to do a specific pairings. - will require a writing sample of at least 1 para once i contact you. - must be comfortable with varying dark themes. ppl with no limits and few triggers would be ideal.

FANDOMS / PAIRINGS: (bolded and first character is the character i'm looking to play. dove symbol stands for toxic ships with possible do not eat themes.)

HARRY POTTER: - 🕊️ severus snape x hermione granger - 🕊️ sirius black x hermione granger - 🕊️ remus lupin x hermione granger - harry potter x hermione granger - 🕊️ draco malfoy (older, cursed child) x hermione granger

DOCTOR WHO: - 12th doctor x clara oswald - 13th doctor x clara oswald - 13th doctor x female oc (i'll help pick FC)

GOT & CROSSOVER LOTR: - jorah mormont x daenerys targaryen - thranduil x daenerys targaryen

SHERLOCK (BBC): - sherlock holmes x hermione granger - sherlock holmes x female oc (i'll help pick FC) - 🕊️ sherlock holmes x mycroft holmest

SUPERNATURAL: - 🕊️ sam winchester x lucifer (willing to play either) - 🕊️ sam winchester x john winchester - 🕊️ lucifer x sabrina morningstar (from caos) - 🕊️ amara x chuck

YOU: - 🕊️ peach x beck - 🕊️ joe x beck - 🕊️ joe x love - 🕊️ joe x female oc (i'll help pick FC)

MCU: - dr. strange x wanda - tony x wanda - tony x jessica jones (willing to play either) - 🕊️ jessica jones x kilgrave - loki x wanda / hermione granger / jane foster / female oc (i'll help pick FC ) - carol x female oc (i'll help pick FC)

DC: - 🕊️ joker x harley quinn (willing to play either) - 🕊️ bruce wayne x harley quinn (willing to play either) - diana prince x harley quinn / female oc (i'll help pick FC)

RANDOM / MOVIES: - 🕊️ katniss everdeen x alma coin - 🕊️ tris prior x jeanine matthews - 🕊️ rey x luke skywalker (willing to play either) - female oc x joel miller - 🕊️ ellie x joel miller - archie x betty / cheryl - 🕊️ hiram lodge x veronica / betty / cheryl - 🕊️ louis cypher (lucifer) x betty cooper - jughead x archie - bella cullen x carlisle cullen (willing to play either) - 🕊️ bella cullen x aro volturi (willing to play either) - 🕊️ negan x female oc / crossover female char - rick grimes x maggie greene - beth greene (diff FC) x dawn lerner - buffy x giles - 🕊️ homelander x female oc / crossover female - 🕊️ butcher x female oc / crossover female - jennifer check x female oc FCS FOR OCS I'D LIKE TO USE: - jeffrey dean morgan - brad pitt - pierce brosnan - johnny depp - jason isaacs - john stamos - idris elba - leo dicaprio - jude law - bill skarsgard - tom welling - john krasinski - kate winslet - megan fox - charlize theron - rachel mcadams - evangeline lily - gillian anderson - florence pugh - anna taylor joy - mia goth - a lot more tbh lol FCS I'D LIKE TO WRITE AGAINST: - ana de armas - sabrina carpenter - emma watson - emily blunt - lili reinhart - elizabeth olsen - megan fox - margot robbie - elle fanning - sadie sink - so many more this ad is getting long LOL.

i know this was a lot so i appreciate anyone who has read everything and is interested! please like this post and i will come to you to discuss further details! thank you.

#18+#novella rp #discord rp #harry potter rp #doctor who rp #got rp #lotr rp #sherlock rp #supernatural rp #you rp #mcu rp #dc rp #canon x canon #oc x canon #roleplay finder

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wipbigbang · 5 months

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WIPBB 2023 - Fic & Art Master List (# - L)

Below is the master list of all the bragging rights/posts that were posted to Tumblr and Dreamwidth, organized alphabetically by fandom from numbers to L. Please go show these people some love for all the hard work they did!

9-1-1

Beyond Appearances: Art (Evan Buckley/Sophia Diaz)

When You Say My Name: Fic | Art Post 1 | Art Post 2 (Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz)

A Song Of Ice and Fire/Game Of Thrones

Watch the world burn; i set it all alight for you: Fic/Art (Jon Snow/Daenerys Targarean)

Angel: the Series/Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Deep Dark Sky: Fic (Connor/Dawn Summers)

Bungou Stray Dogs

half-time soulmate, full-time problem (so hold me like a grudge): Fic | Art (Nakahara Chuuya/Dazai Osamu)

Chalion Saga/World of the Five Gods

Penric's Last Ride: Fic | Art (Penric, Desdemona, the Bastard)

Criminal Minds

Half Broke Horses: Fic (Art On AO3) (Alex Blake/Emily Prentiss)

DC Comics

Batman

Fatherhood: Fic | Art (Implied Bruce Wayne/Jim Gordon)

right place, wrong time: Fic | Art (Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne)

Batman/Green Arrow

Grains of the Golden Sand: Fic (Dick Grayson/Roy Harper)

DC Comics (Batman)/Prodigal Son

9 Crimes: Fic | Art (Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Malcolm Bright, Gil Arroyo, Jessica Whitly, Jim Gordon, Harvey Bullock, Alfred Pennyworth, The Joker, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson)

Dead Poets Society

Spotlight: Fic (Chris Noel/Ginny Danburry)

Disney

Disney's Descendants

And I won’t lie down, roll over, and die: Fic (Gil/Harry Hook/Uma)

Nothing in this world by myself to protect me: Fic (Jay/Carlos De Vil, Evie/Mal, Evie/Jay, Evie/Carlos de Vil, Evie/Jay/Mal/Carlos de Vil, Ben/Mal, Ben/Jay, Jay/Mal, Mal/Carlos de Vil, Ben/Evie)

Disney Fairies

Death at the Hollow: Fic/Art (Fawn/Nyx)

Encanto

A Single Thread of The Tapestry: Fic | Art (Camilo & Mirabel, Camilo & Mirabel & Mariano, Mirabel & Camilo & Madrigal family)

How do you know what your life is worth: Fic | Art (Camilo & Mirabel, Mirabel & Pepa, Isabela & Pepa, Isabela & Luisa, Luisa & Abuela & Bruno, Bruno & Camilo, Félix & Julieta, Agustín & Dolores, Félix/Pepa, Agustín/Julieta)

Doctor Who/The Picture of Dorian Gray/Torchwood

Passing Through: Art (Dorian Gray/Jack Harkness)

Dracula/Jane Eyre/Sherlock Holmes (ACD Canon)

A Field of Thorns: Fic (Sherlock Holmes/Dracula)

Dragon Age II

Kindling: Fic | Art (Fem!Hawke/Fenris)

Set Yourself On Fire: Fic | Art (Marian & Garrett, Marian & Carver, Marian & Varric, Referenced Fenris/F!Hawke and Anders/M!Hawke)

ER (NBC)

Touch and Go: Fic | Art (Abby Lockhart/Kerry Weaver)

Final Fantasy IV/Final Fantasy VI/Final Fantasy IX/Final Fantasy X

Magical Girl Rydia - Summon the Four Warriors of Light!: Fic On Dreamwidth | Fic On Tumblr (Rydia/Yuna)

Generation Kill

Bradley the Damned: Fic/Art (Brad Colbert/Nate Fick, Walt Hasser/Ray Person)

Good Omens (TV)

The Rain We Thought Would Last Forever and Ever (Remix): Fic (Art On AO3) (Aziraphale/Crowley)

Harry Potter

Black House Will Rock: Art (Hermione Granger/Bellatrix Lestrange)

Repertum: Fic/Art (Harry Potter/Severus Snape)

Harry Potter/CSI/Hocus Pocus

And now you're mine: Fic (Harry Potter/Greg Sanders)

Harry Potter/DC Comics (Batman)

Reflection: Fic/Art (Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Rubeus Hagrid, Original Characters)

It (2017/2019)

faraway look: Fic (Bill Denbrough/Mike Hanlon)

Jak And Daxter

alien lands (overflowing with dust): Fic/Art (Jak/Daxter, Jak/Sig, past Damas/Sig)

The Red Prison: Fic/Art (Errol/Torn, Jak/Ashelin)

Jane Austen/Temeraire (Naomi Novik)

To the Rigor of Service: Fic/Art (Elizabeth Bennet & Charlotte Lucas, pre-Anne Elliot/Frederick Wentworth)

Jujutsu Kaisen

Phantom Origins: Fic | Art (Itadori Yuuji/Yoshino Junpei, Yoshino Junpei & Yoshino Nagi, Fushiguro Megumi & Kugisaki Nobara, Fushiguro Megumi & Kugisaki Nobara & Yoshino Junpei, Iguchi Takeshi & Itadori Yuuji & Sasaki Setsuko)

Knives Out

No Charm Equal: Fic (Benoit Blanc/Marta Cabrera)

Kuroko no Basuke

Three Little Words: Fic (Kasamatsu Yukio/Kise Ryouta)

Last Binding Series (Freya Marske)

The New Blyth Traditions: Fic (Robin Blyth & Maud Blyth, Robin Blyth/Edwin Courcey, Maud Blyth/Violet Debenham)

League of Legends: Arcane

bring me java, bring me joy: Fic | Art (Caitlyn Kiramman/Vi)

Lord of the Rings (Book)

both the sweet and the bitter: Fic On Dreamwidth | Fic On Tumblr (Arwen Undómiel, Elrond Peredhel, Bilbo Baggins, Original Characters)

#wip big bang #fanfiction #fanfic #fanart #fandom event #!completed shit #!artwork #!2023

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darkdoverpseeker · 1 year

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FANDOMS / PAIRINGS: (bolded and first character is the character i'm looking to play. dove symbol stands for toxic ships with possible do not eat themes.)

DOCTOR WHO: - 12th doctor x clara oswald - 13th doctor x clara oswald - 13th doctor x female oc (i'll help pick FC)

GOT & CROSSOVER LOTR: - jorah mormont x daenerys targaryen - thranduil x daenerys targaryen

SHERLOCK (BBC): - sherlock holmes x hermione granger - sherlock holmes x female oc (i'll help pick FC) - 🕊️ sherlock holmes x mycroft holmest

SUPERNATURAL: - 🕊️ sam winchester x lucifer (willing to play either) - 🕊️ sam winchester x john winchester - 🕊️ lucifer x sabrina morningstar (from caos) - 🕊️ amara x chuck

YOU: - 🕊️ peach x beck - 🕊️ joe x beck - 🕊️ joe x love - 🕊️ joe x female oc (i'll help pick FC)

DC: - 🕊️ joker x harley quinn (willing to play either) - 🕊️ bruce wayne x harley quinn (willing to play either) - diana prince x harley quinn / female oc (i'll help pick FC)

RANDOM / MOVIES: - 🕊️ katniss everdeen x alma coin - 🕊️ tris prior x jeanine matthews - 🕊️ rey x luke skywalker (willing to play either) - female oc x joel miller - 🕊️ ellie x joel miller - archie x betty / cheryl - 🕊️ hiram lodge x veronica / betty / cheryl - 🕊️ louis cypher (lucifer) x betty cooper - jughead x archie - bella cullen x carlisle cullen (willing to play either) - 🕊️ bella cullen x aro volturi (willing to play either) - 🕊️ negan x female oc / crossover female char - rick grimes x maggie greene - beth greene (diff FC) x dawn lerner - buffy x giles - 🕊️ homelander x female oc / crossover female - 🕊️ butcher x female oc / crossover female - jennifer check x female oc FCS FOR OCS I'D LIKE TO USE: - jeffrey dean morgan - brad pitt - pierce brosnan - johnny depp - jason isaacs - john stamos - idris elba - leo dicaprio - jude law - bill skarsgard - tom welling - john krasinski - kate winslet - megan fox - charlize theron - rachel mcadams - evangeline lily - gillian anderson - florence pugh - anna taylor joy - mia goth - a lot more lol FCS I'D LIKE TO WRITE AGAINST: - ana de armas - sabrina carpenter - emma watson - emily blunt - lili reinhart - elizabeth olsen - megan fox - margot robbie - elle fanning - sadie sink - so many more this ad is getting long LOL.

i know this was a lot so i appreciate anyone who has read everything and is interested! please like this post and i will come to you to discuss further details! thank you.

like if interested!

#oc x cc #cc x cc #1x1 rp #rp ad #harry potter rp #doctor who rp #sherlock rp #dc rp #mcu rp #you rp #supernatural rp #dead dove #dead dove do not eat #dubcon tw #stalking tw #18+#rp #roleplay

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keymeadoww · 6 months

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Who Will I write for?

A list of people and fandoms I will be willing to write for! This is both platonic and romantic (and nsfw- ONLY for characters, NO real people! [ex. I could write a C! Hermitcraft x reader nsfw, but i would NOT write a regular hermitcraft one, yknow??]), if it has a STAR beside their name, then they are ONLY PLATONIC

Famous People/Youtubers

Smallishbeans*

LDShadowlady*

James Marriot

Solidarity

Smajor1995*

Nihachu

Slimecicle

Sam Golbach

Colby Brock

Kris Collins*

Celina Spookyboo*

Marauders Era

James Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Peter Pettigrew

Fabian Prewett

Gideon Prewett

Molly Prewett

Marlene McKinnon

Lily Evans

Dorcas Meadows

Frank Longbottom

Regulus Black

Barty Crouch

Evan Rosier

Severus Snape

Lucius Malfoy

Amos Diggory

Arthur Weasley

Fear Street 1994

Deena

Josh

Kate Schmidt

Samantha Fraser

Simon

Helluva Boss

Blitz

Millie/Moxxie (if romance, poly only)

Loona

Striker

Stolas

Octavia

Asmodeus

Fiizzarolli

Beelzebub

Verosika Mayday

Hazbin Hotel

Charlie

Vaggie

Alastor

Angel

Husk

Nifty*

Lucifer

Adam

Rosie*

Sir Pentious

Cherri Bomb

Vox

Velvette

Hermitcraft (the people I regularly watch)

Grian

MumboJumbo

GoodTimesWithScar

TangoTek

BdoubleO (Bdubs)

Falsesymmetry

Gemintay

ImpulseSV

Iskall85

Rendog

Smallishbeans

Julie and the Phantoms

Julie

Reggie

Luke

Alex

Flynn

Carrie

Willie

Trolls (CURRENT HYPERFIXATION)

Poppy

Branch

Gristle*

Bridget*

Creek

Guy Diamond*

Tiny Diamond*

Barb

Trollex

Delta Dawn

John Dory

Spruce/Bruce

Clay

Floyd

Velvet

Veneer

#x reader #aus

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glitterytrashcan · 1 year

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Proud

Severus snape x reader/oc

!!!! trigger warning !!!!! - mentions of depression, burn out, death (of an animal), putting down of a creature is mentioned-

prompt: Reader/Oc is a magizoologist who just had to put down an injured creature that had no hope for surviving despite them putting all their heart and soul into rescuing it.

characters: Severus snape and Roman Dawning (Gender Neutral oc)

The letter had arrived during breakfast interrupting his rather dull morning, though regarding its contents he would have much preferred the dull morning over the lingering worry that wrapped around his heart for the rest of his day. Jareth hadn’t left his side since the arrival, a painful reminder that his love was alone facing the aftermath of weeks of work thrown away.

With a low trill Jareth tilted his head staring blankly at Severus as he rereads the pain filled letter. I failed him Sev. I tried to get him to drink. There was nothing else I could do. I ended his suffering. With Sorrow, Your love. Such a pain filled letter with so few words, he didn’t need them to know they are suffering greatly. Jareth trills louder and something in him snaps with his resolve to ignore the owl and his love. The letter is left on the table as he storms out transfiguring a feather that had fallen from Jareth into a sign on his door simply saying all potions classes were canceled. the students would find themselves in Minerva’s class instead.

His feet knew the path all too well till he found himself standing outside their shared quarters. With a final breath out, he opens the door finding his poor lover curled up on their window cushion looking utterly exhausted and lost in thought. The sight alone caused his chest to feel a little heavier, time to get to work. The doors closed, teaching robes are vanished, and Severus finds himself in the familiar room of his partner’s “bag of magic” as they like to call it. Inside is a dead Aethonan winged horse laid beautifully on a bed of honorary flowers. As Severus looks at the magnificent beast, he feels a small pang of anger and sympathy.

Anger that the beast gave up so easily after only a week of fighting under his loves care, and sympathy in understanding the struggle of trying to survive when one’s own body is dying slowly. Looking away he manages to find a Draught of peace in the unorganized chaos of the workspace and returns to the bedroom starting a pot of tea. And finally, after he believes he is ready he moves to the lifeless looking figure in the window and embraces them firm and comforting.

Just as he begins to doubt himself in his decision to hug them, they hug him back just as tight and begin to sob into his chest. Hours of pent-up pain, anger, sorrow all come rushing out in broken sobs while he just rubs slow and methodical half circles with his thumb along their shoulder. Steady even strokes providing grounding, humming an unknown tune he once heard them sing while cooking. Knowing full well that his poor love won’t hear his words he simply provides a voice to hold onto.

When he feels their breathing becoming regular once more, he lifts them off the cushion where they had been seated for far too long. “feeling a little better love?” Severus knows there is no feeling good after this, he doubts they will truly feel better for days to come. In his professional opinion slightly better is better than nothing at all. They nod softly seemingly choosing to be nonverbal. A coping habit Severus taught them on accident though he doesn’t mind much. His lover’s mind is always open for him to look around and find what he needs to communicate with no words shared. Shifting on the bed they get comfortable making space for Severus and in return he offers the draught of peace which they take and drink quickly.

At least they will find some peace in this time, Severus seems satisfies for now slipping away to retrieve the tea he had brewing. Returning shortly after with a sleep blend of his own creation he takes note of his darlings slightly relaxed state. Looking into their mind isn't his favorite thing to be doing but he wants to make sure they are in some form or fashion okay. When the results of his digging show somewhat promising results he hums out in content offering them the tea and sitting up against the headboard. The book of poetry off to the side floating up into his field of view as he starts reading slowly and clearly. His voice deep and soothing for his love only to hear in such a state.

Sipping slowly on their tea they find themselves steadily falling asleep. They curl up close with their head on his lap and listen as he speaks. When they do finally fall asleep Severus reads one more poem for good measure and takes the teacup setting it off to the side and allowing the book to return itself on the table, he finds himself running his fingers through their hair. “You did good my dear, i just wish you hadn’t put everything you had into it. You forgot to leave a little for yourself.” his voice is rewarded with comfortable silence which gains a small smile from him, “It’s alright, ill love and care for you till you can love and care for yourself again. Sleep well.”

(Inspired by a comfort character letter i ordered once. this may not be well written, but it made me happy so ill share it)

#severus snape x reader #severus x oc #comfort #this is my comfort fic and i write what i want #pro severus snape #magizoologist #hufflepuff #oc is angry scottish with a big heart #professor severus snape #severus snape #not edited #severus lives au

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lillianofliterature · 2 years

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about me. . .

Lillian, 23, she/her, panromantic asexual, pots, adhd, infp, 2w1

follower of Jesus, friend to bugs, obsessed with dinosaurs

aspiring author, fanfic writer, jewelry maker & paleoartist

what i’m typing. . .

REQUESTS

"silver fox”, terry silver x younger!reader [age gap] [mini series]

ONE-SHOTS/MINI SERIES

“extending hospitality”, obi-wan kenobi x reader [part three] [mini series conclusion] ON HIATUS

“reflections of the heart”, severus snape x reader [mini series]

“the guilt of seven graves”, severus snape x reader [one-shot] [dark content warning]

"of gits and glowers", severus snape x reader [one-shot]

links and resources. . .

main masterlist

imagines/preferences masterlist

request guidelines

my spotify (including character themed playlists and povs)

characters i obsess over. . .

alan grant, aragorn, august booth, beetlejuice, beorn, bofur, bruno madrigal, daniel larusso, data soong, din djarin, dwalin, eddie munson, elrond, frodo baggins, george of the jungle, haldir, heimdall, jack sparrow, jareth, johnny lawrence, killian jones, loki, obi-wan kenobi, remus lupin, rick o'connell, rumplestiltskin/mr. gold, severus snape, silco, spencer shay, spock, tarrant hightopp, terry silver, thranduil, tyrion lannister

ariel, arya stark, brienne of tarth, danaerys targaryen, emma swan, frankie bernstein, jinx, katniss everdeen, leia organa, merida, mulan, natasha romanoff, regina mills, sansa stark, zelena

my fandoms. . .

TV/SERIES:

once upon a time, outlander, arcane, star trek (tos, tng, voy, pic), stargate (sg-1, atlantis, universe), cobra kai, game of thrones, good omens, our flag means death, the last of us, the clone wars, the mandalorian, the book of boba fett, the falcon and the winter soldier, loki, avatar: the last airbender, the legend of korra, grace and frankie, the waltons, matlock, sherlock, icarly, 2000s nickelodeon/disney channel shows

MOVIES:

the hobbit, the lord of the rings, harry potter, the chronicles of narnia, star wars, star trek, marvel/mcu, jurassic park/world, pirates of the caribbean, the karate kid (I-III), labyrinth, hunt for the wilderpeople, sense and sensibility (1995), alice in wonderland (2010), finding neverland (2004), the phantom of the opera (2004), beetlejuice, the nightmare before christmas, the little mermaid, emperor’s new groove, tinker bell, and a gazillion more

BOOKS:

the hunger games, the hobbit, the lord of the rings, the true confessions of charlotte doyle, percy jackson series, the selection series, anything austen or brontë, and a lot of heckin’ good fanfiction

WEBTOONS/COMICS:

lore olympus, let’s play, midnight in poppy land, the wolfman of wulvershire, suitor armor, he’s harmless i swear, the first night with the duke, the remarried empress, tricked into becoming the heroine’s stepmother, subzero, what’s up beanie, not even bones, my gently raised beast, your throne, madame outlaw, the wrath & the dawn, forever after, siren’s lament, eaternal nocturnal, age matters, of swamp & sea, lady knight, house of stars, archie comics: big ethel energy, blood stain, punderworld, i love yoo, brass & sass, miss widow, and even more (obviously I’m obsessed with them)

VIDEO GAMES:

animal crossing: new horizons, animal crossing: new leaf, animal crossing: city folk, breath of the wild, the wind waker, jedi fallen order, the last of us (I & II), any and all lego games, and more!

MUSIC/GENRES:

film scores/soundtracks, musicals, reggae, alternative/indie, celtic punk, celtic music, various independent instrumentals/composers, folk rock, 70s/80s rock, indie folk, pop, and a sprinkle of everything else (I listen to almost every genre, it just depends on what my soul needs in the moment! music is so cathartic, i’m almost always listening to it)

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A Drink after Dusk [Pt. 9]

Paring: Severus Snape x reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of abuse, toxic relationship

Summary: Y/n Bathulman, the mysterious daughter of a powerful pureblood Slytherin transfers to Hogwarts as a third-year student. Catching the eye of Severus and the Marauders after leaving Hogwarts late at night, rumors start to go around the school. What could she be hiding? Maybe there’s more to her than meets the eye.

ABBR: Y/n (your name)

Spells: Expelliarmus (to disarm someone), Riddikulus (to turn a boggart into something humorous)

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A/N: Hey hey, thank you so much to snapehasppfingers (love your username) and chickydee for the follows! I apprecite it sm!!!

As you rounded the corner, all you saw was a flash coming from a wand. There were voices yelling and laughing.

The scene in front of you made you freeze in your tracks.

Before you could even think, you sent the person’s wand flying using ‘Expelliarmus’.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing!?”, you yelled. The head of an all too familiar boy with glasses turned towards you. Behind him was a crippled Severus.

Your hand twitched. You could be over with this quickly. Just one curse.

A boy you didn’t know started snickering. “What’re you gonna do?” the stranger asked before adding, “you Slytherin scum never know when to piss of, do you!” he mocked.

Another boy put his hand on his friend's shoulder “Pads...” he ushered, looking rather uncomfortable. The stranger waved him off, “not now Moony,” he said.

You didn’t like magic, not after having your father use it on you, but you never required it to show off your strength. Before James and his friends could get another word in, you tucked your wand back into your sleeve and lunged towards him.

Your fist met his face, sending him backwards. It wasn’t enough to knock him out, but it made one hell of a distraction.

You quickly grabbed Severus’ arm, lifting his semi-conscious form from the ground. Pulling him over your shoulder, you put your hand on his back to steady him before running off together.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

You weren’t too sure where you were. You and Severus were in a secluded hallway in the dungeons, panting for air.

Severus was the first to pull away, and you watched as he winced while grabbing his side. You frowned.

“Take off your shirt,” you commanded him.

His eyes widened as he took a step back, obviously flustered. It took you a moment to realize the implications of what you just said.

As it dawned on you, you felt the heat rush to your face. “Wait, no, I’m so sorry- if you could just lift your shirt, maybe, I could heal you?” you asked, not meeting his gaze.

“I’m fine,” he said in a gruff voice.

“No you’re not!”, you retorted now looking at him. It pained you to see your friend being tormented like this. You really, really wanted to help him.

Your voice cracked as you pulled out your wand, “please, let me heal you,” you asked, much gentler this time.

You took a step forward, closing the gap. Severus made no move to pull away. You pointed your wand at where his hand was, before mumbling ‘Episkey’. A flash of brilliant f/c light came from your wand, quickly diminishing after reaching its target.

He smelled of pine and a hint of mint. Your bodies were so close. Oh so close.

Severus sighed as his face relaxed a bit.

Realizing your proximity, you stepped back, giving him space.

As you put your wand away, you heard him shuffling around. “Thank you,” he mumbled before looking at the ground. You only gave him a nod, not missing the way he looked at you through his onyx locks.

Severeus turned around to leave, but not before he stopped to look over his shoulder. “Aren’t you coming?” he asked.

You nodded, as you caught up to him. The two of you walked side-by-side back to the Slytherin common room.

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

The week went by as you met all your teachers. You had fun in your classes as you relished in the fun you had on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday.

As you plopped down at the Slytherin table, you greeted Narcissa before grabbing some breakfast.

“We all have DADA together, isn’t that exciting?” asked Narcissa. Lucius gave her a nod, seemingly agreeing with her. Lucius turned towards Severus, “aren’t you interested in the Dark Arts? You must be ecstatic”, he joked. Snape only ignored his comment, continuing to pick at his food.

You knew your father dabbled in the Dark Arts, and you got to experience it first hand. The torture he put you through broke you, it scarred you. You don’t speak of the nightmares. The memories plague your mind like parasites.

“/n!, Y/N!”, called Narcissa. “Did you even hear what I just said?” she asked.

“Sorry, I’ve been a bit out of it lately,” you confessed. She gave you a sympathetic smile before tugging the sleeve to your robe. “Let's go,” she said, “Lucius and Severus left already, we’re going to be late”.

The two of you proceeded to make your way to the Dark Arts class.

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The Defence Against Dark Arts teacher, Professor Patricia Rakepick, was starting the class off by introducing boggarts.

“The Boggart sitting in the closet does not yet have a form.” she said. “It does not yet know what will frighten the person on the other side of the door. Nobody knows what a Boggart looks like when it is alone, but when I let him out, it will become whatever each of us most fears."

Chatter was heard among the students as the Professor tried to gain everyone's attention.

You were ecstatic, this class seemed easy enough.

The plan was simple:

1) Line Up

2) Face your Boggart

3) Flawlessly get a good grade

You got the first step down to a T. You were waiting in line as you watched your friends' boggarts be revealed. It was all animals, bad O.W.L. scores, and, uh- you know who. Your expectations weren’t high and you patiently waited, you were up next, this was great!

Professor Rakepick spoke to you, “ready?”, she asked.

You nodded.

You weren’t ready at all. You weren’t ready to face what you desperately tried to suppress. You thought that by coming to Hogwarts, you’d leave this moment behind you.

You lost the strength in your legs, slumping to the ground as the boggart landed in your lap.

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“Miss! You look wonderful!”, said Albert the butler.

He looked young, much younger than he was in the present. He smiled at the little girl in front of him, clapping his hands as she gave him a twirl.

“Let’s get you to your mother and father, they’re waiting for you!”, he said cheerfully while holding the girl’s hand.

As they walked through the halls of the mansion, the girl smiled brightly, giddy with excitement. She wore a cute dress, perfect for a little birthday girl.

It was her fifth birthday, and the first year she got to celebrate it with her whole family. Her father was always busy with work, he’d leave for long periods of time.

She missed him a lot.

It was always her and her adopted brother- Ciaran, and her mother. The three of them would spend hours in muggle shops, or they would be playing in the garden together, picking flowers for their mum.

Ciaran, her older brother, had a mess of raven hair, and brown eyes. Your mother took him in one night when the muggle boy showed up on your doorstep.

The little girl smiled, thinking of her brother. She wanted to grow up to be just like him someday. She didn’t care about whether or not he was a wizard or a muggle.

That is the purity of a child.

The purity that this little girl once had.

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As the girl and butler approached the big doors to the common room, a crash was heard from the other side.

“Wait, Miss, don’t op-”

The girl didn’t listen to the butler’s warnings as the big gates creaked and groaned.

“You stupid whore,” spat the man, “you think you have the right to tell me what to do?” he growled. A flash of blue shot from his wand.

A cry escaped the woman's lips as a cut formed on her forearm.

The woman in the violet dress stood, even with the cuts and bruises littering her body. She was shielding the muggle boy behind her.

The little girl watched, wide-eyed. Her heart was pounding.

Another spell was shot the woman's way, but she deflected it, a green light emitting around her.

“I’m not going to let you take Y/N to Britain! I know why you want her, you want her to become a weapo-”, she let out a yelp as she staggered backwards from another spell.

The woman’s violet robes were torn from the fight, her hair was a mess. The normally elegant lady of the house was now on the ground.

“You bastard,” she hissed, “my daughter will never come in contact with that monster. Y/N won’t be used by Voldemort for as long as I live” she whispered.

The little girl was in tears. She ran up to the woman, heaving up sobs.

The man- no. The monster, yanked her back by the collar and stuck his wand to her throat.

“Fine,” he said. “If you love her so much, you can go rot in hell. Starting with her,” he said coldly.

There was no remorse in his voice. Not even a shred of guilt.

The man spoke up, for what would end the girl’s short life, “Cruci-”

There was a gust of wind.

A scream ripped through the air.

A stab of pain shot through the little girl’s body. Her mothers hand was on the nape of her neck, the spot where she felt a slight burning.

The man stumbled back, an invisible barrier separating them.

The girl looked down at her mother's form, she watched teary eyed as the woman took a shaky breath.

And then she went limp.

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

You looked down at your boggart.

Of course it was your mother.

Your greatest fear was losing someone you loved.

You bent down, grazing your fingers on her limp body as if she would crumble in your hands if you held her too hard. You hugged her, sobbing.

You could faintly hear Narcissa’s protests, but the Professor held her back.

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered, “I’m so, so sorry”.

As you wiped the last of your tears away, you stammed out the spell.

“R-riddikulus,” you mumbled. Your boggart changed form, but you didn’t see what it was.

You were five when she died.

Finally, at fourteen, you mourned.

You finally mourned for the loss of your mother, soothing the ache that you’ve been carrying all these years.

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A/N: Kinda sad ikkiikik but some cute fluffy sev x reader is up next!!!

>>>>> PART 10 <<<<<

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