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Their Daughter Part 6
Tenison was high in the dining room of Grimmuald Place as the Black brothers stared one another down. Regulus knew that part of Sirius's anger was because he thought he had lost his child to his brother, much like when they were young, and their parents favored Regulus over him. But this was Sirius's own fault; Ali had tried even after she had been hurt that Sirius went to Harry first. Sirius could not get over the fact that Ali was close with the Malfoys and had taken to projecting his anger to the only person who would love him more than anything if he tried.
Sirius wouldn't admit it out loud, but he was jealous of Regulus. He always had been, but coming back from the hell he had been trapped in to find that his own daughter had chosen his brother over him hurt more than any torture he had ever faced. Regulus had always been the perfect child who everyone adored. He had gotten fewer beatings as a child than Sirius, had gotten better grades in school, and now was considered a dad to Ali. It was only natural for Sirius to go back to what he did during his school years and focus his attention on the people who showed him attention. Harry was his godchild, but Harry also had no one else, meaning Sirius didn't have to worry about being replaced. Sirius also felt awful for the events that transpired the night of James and Lily's deaths and was trying to make up for it.
"If you just gave her a chance, you may find she is much more like you than you think." Regulus sat at the table again, watching his older brother run his hands through his hair. "She is so headstrong and stubborn that I know it revivals yours. And I cannot express enough how she just wants to be good enough for you to love, much like how you tried for years with Mother."
Sirius sighed in defeat, regrettting the painful things he had put his daughter through. "I do love her. I just…."
"Are shit at showing it. I saw the look in your eyes when Ali called me dad; I know that hurt you. But instead of talking about it, you just lash out at her or me or Remus, making it seem like you really don't care at all. I never tried to fill that role in her life. I was and will always be Uncle Reg, and that is fine. Do I see her as my child and love her like my own? Yes, absolutely. I will do anything for her, and if that fills that role as a father, I will. But I don't want to take that from you. You had so much stolen from you in your life, Sirius: your childhood, your parents, your best friend, 12 years of your life. The last thing I want to do is take more away, but I cannot and will not put you above her. She deserves so much in this world, and you should help her get it. We both should. But the question remains: will you put aside your 'every Slytherin is a Death Eater' mindset to do so? Because people have changed and we are close to the Malfoys, Notts, Parkinson's, and the Zabini's. They are not the same people anymore. Things have changed in the war; sides have changed. But you haven't. Ali is loyal to a fault and is a great judge of character; she won't betray the Order, nor will the others. Just give people a chance, Sirius."
"I did give people a chance, and it…..it got my best friend and his wife killed. We trusted Peter. I trusted Peter enough to have James make him the secret Keeper. It got them killed, and he was our friend. How am I supposed to trust that Lucius Malfoy has the Order's best interest at heart when my own friend of 9 years didn't?" Sirius started pacing before his brother. His head is cloudy in memories, tears blurring his eyes as his best friend's dead body flashed in front of him. "I know that I'm shit at showing Ali I love her, and part of it is because I'm scared to get close only to lose her again to someone like Lucius Malfoy. I owe it to James to look after Harry, but that doesn't mean I don't love him like my own because I do. But I love Ali just as much, and I know she has you, Remus, and even Snivillious to love her. And I want to try to improve things with her; I just don't know how. How do I fix what I've done, Regulus?"
Regulus caught the double meaning to his brother's question, "You can't. Sirius, you can't fix what happened to James and Lily. You can't fix how you've treated Ali so far."
Sirius felt his heart crack at his brother's words. He had hoped to get Ali back, but it seemed he had gone too far. He started for the stairs when Regulus continued.
"But that doesn't mean you can't fix it from now on. You can't change the past and bring James back, but you can make them proud by loving and protecting Ali and Harry. I mean, yeah, they don't get along now, but I think part of that is because he has seen and heard how you and James treated outsiders. I know they used to play together as babies, not that they would remember it, but Remus told me. Tell how close they were till everything happened, and bring them back together. Stop being afraid of losing Ali to someone when all everyone wants to do is love her and keep her safe. And maybe you don't trust Lucius or the others right now, but I trust them more than Dumbledore most of the time. And you should talk to Moody about the help Lucius has given the Order even if he refuses to say he has aligned himself with us." Regulus held his brother's shoulder, "Give them a chance. Don't let the other kids make remarks about Ali and her friends. Talk to her. I wouldn't start trying to act like her father, but maybe a friend? Or a really distant uncle. You'll figure it out, Sirius; you're smarter than you give yourself credit for."
Sirius followed his brother up the stairs, going to bed with hope, lighting a flame in his heart for the first time in years.
Days following the talk between Regulus and Sirius, Ali noticed that the golden trio had become slightly nicer to her. She does not make as many comments about her or her friends. She had no idea what was happening but wasn't going to complain. Regulus had come to her that morning telling her that he thought it a better idea if Blaise came to their house instead of her going over there. He believed it would show that the Slytherins were not as bad as all the others thought.
At first, Ali was hesitant about the idea. Still, after being reassured that Remus would be home as well as Regulus, Ali agreed. The thought of Blaise being at her house surrounded by her tormentors made her sick to her stomach. She wanted nothing more than to run away for a few days, but that ship had sailed, and it was only hours before Blaise arrived when Regulus called for 'those who live in this house meeting.' By the time Ali had gotten dressed and cleaned her room, everyone was already in the kitchen since it seemed to be the usual gathering place for the group. She straightened her sweater and did a quick glance down to make sure her outfit was still okay. It was slightly chilly in the house, so she had gone with a Bulgarian Quidditch sweater that was mainly red with black details and a pair of cropped black leggings with matching fuzzy socks. She and Blaise had already decided to stay for most of the day and then go and get dinner somewhere in Diagon Ally so she could change later. Remus and Regulus walked at the same time as Sirius and Harry.
"I'm assuming everyone is confused about why this meeting was called," Remus started. "There seems to be an assumption that Slyertians and those associated with them are all Death Eaters or traitors."
Scowls had overtaken most of the younger one's faces in the room, as well as Sirius's. Ali looked at her uncle, trying to figure out where this was going. She knew the reason was to inform everyone that Blaise would be here for a few days, but there was something else going on; she could feel it.
"After speaking with Dumbledore and getting his permission, not that I technically need the permission as it is my house, but nevertheless. A few individuals will be coming to stay here for the upcoming days, and there will be a couple of visitors as well." Regulus's eye caught Ali's, and gave her a wink just as the sound of footsteps entered the foyer. Ali was too short to see over everyone's heads to see who was there, but from the looks on a couple faces, including the elder Weasley, it was someone they were not fond of.
A flash of white hair caught Ali's eye as the group entered the kitchen. Her mouth dropped in shock as she took in her uncle Severus, leading the Malfoys, Blaise, and Theo towards Regulus and Remus. Cissa shot her a wink while Draco eyed Harry and Sirius up and down; Blaise kept his eyes locked on Ali, and Theo thoroughly enjoyed the shocked looks from the Weasleys.
"Sorry, we're late. Draco took too long in the mirror this morning," Severus said. Draco glared at his Godfather before continuing on with his glare at Potter.
"Well, allow me to introduce everyone. This is Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy, which I'm sure almost all of you know. This is Blaise, Theodore, and Draco. Narcissa and Lucius will be in and out for the next bit trying to get caught up on Order business while the latter three will be staying here for a bit." Remus shook Lucius's hand before joining Dora beside Ali, who was bouncing on her toes, overly excited at the fact that it was going to be back to normal in the next couple of days.
"You can't be serious. They are staying here?" Sirius exclaimed, running his hand down his face before glaring at Lucius. "I still remember what you did, Malfoy."
"I don't often agree with Sirius, but Dumbledore said this was alright?" Arthur asked. Ali knew that the Malfoys hadn't been the kindest to the Weasleys in the past, and she felt sorry for them in that aspect, but Lucius was not the same man as he was during her first year. And Narcissa wouldn't hurt a flea.
Remus stepped forward again, "He did. Narcissa and Lucius will be helping with some scooting missions that are coming up since they know that area of town better and are considering joining the Order. The three brats are mainly for Ali, though."
"Did you miss us short stack?" Theo opened his arms for Ali, who jumped straight into them. Theo gave her a twirl before pulling on her braid. She barely had time to catch her breath before Draco had her spinning again and tickling her sides, making her squeal.
"Of course I missed you! What kind of question is that?!" Ali giggled before hugging Blaise despite her uncle Remus glaring at them. Blaise took her hand and gave it a squeeze when they parted before facing the other children in the room. Theo and Draco took the opposite sides of Ali, showing a united front against the ones who had been horrible towards her.
Ali was ecstatic that they were going to be in the house more. Maybe her summer wouldn't end so badly. Sirius was shocked that Dumbledore had cleared this and even more shocked that Lucius would help the Order. He did not trust him and would go on those missions even if he had to go as Padfoot. This was outrageous and downright stupid, allowing death eaters to snoop freely in the Order business. Looking at his daughter, he could see how happy she was to be surrounded by her friends, but he also knew that he would have to keep a closer eye on her than he already was. He had asked the trio to play nice so he had more people watching her. He did trust that she was a Death Eater, and now he was surrounded by them.
"Al, Kreatcher sat up extra beds in your room for the boys. Pansy should be joining later, but she had something come up with her grandfather. Her mother said she would owl when she was on her way." Regulus leveled each of the boys with a look. "You lot know the rules. I don't care if you have fun but clean up after yourselves, and don't be too loud when it gets late. Curfew is at 10pm and no later. If you are leaving the house, go in pairs at least and let one of the adults you know be aware of where you're going. You lot know the food is fair game, and Kretcher has already been instructed to grocery shop more often. The house is also fair game, but be respectful, please."
"Don't worry, Uncle Reg. I'll keep them in line," Draco smirked at the other three before Severus whacked him upside the head.
Ali turned and looked at the younger swarm of redheads and others in the room. She cleared her throat to get the attention on her, which made her take an unconscious step back toward Blaise and Draco. "Everyone, this is Theo, Blaise and Draco. I'm sure most of you know this, but just in case. You are welcome to join our fun, but we get if you don't want to."
Ali pulled the boys out of the room after greeting her aunt and uncle. They sat on the living room floor with wizards, chess, and a few other games while a movie played in the background. Kreacher brought out snack trays for them, and the laughter was music to Regulus's ears after all the quiet he'd heard from Ali this summer.
Ali could feel the stares from those around them, most directed at Draco and her. She could see the disbelief every time Draco laughed or made a joke. This was the side of Draco that was rarely seen by others. An hour had passed before a chess match went on between Draco and Ali. Blaise sat to one side of Ali, and Theo was in the middle of her and Draco, watching the death match continue.
"What dare shall I have you do this time, Als" Draco taunted her while he moved his piece. It was an ongoing rule that when she and Draco played wizarding chess, the loser had to do a dare of the winner's choice. It was always a toss-up in who won, as both were incredibly good at the game.
"Don't think too hard; I wouldn't want to overwork that one brain cell of yours." Ali stuck her tongue out at Draco when she stole his knight.
Draco was about to reply when a shadow came over the top of the board. Looking up, there was the eldest two Weasley children and Fleur. Ali could see the hearts in Theo's eyes before she kicked him in the shin. "She's engaged, you idiot."
Bill and Charlie chuckled, "We saw you guys playing games and were curious if we could join you? I have my board and thought we could do a little tournament."
Charlie held up his chess board. The teens all nodded, and with a snap of his fingers, Charlie's board was all set up. Bill took one side of the board before looking at Theo. "You up for a challenge?"
Theo crawled to the opposite side of the small table. Bill made the first move, and the game commenced. Charlie and Fleur took seats around the rest of them and started trash-talking with them, too. Charlie was on Ali's side, whereas Fleur took Dracos. Regulus, Molly, and Narcissa looked around the corner and had smiles spread across their faces at the sight they saw. It wasn't the younger kids trying to get along with the others, but the eldest and Molly knew that her children all looked up to their brothers, so maybe there was hope in this crazy plan after all.
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Severus Snape daughter headcanons
Slytherin all the way.
There was a debate with the sorting hat between Slytherin and Ravenclaw, but the hat landed on Slytherin
Severus taught her German and Russian
Has a pet cat
Was taught how to brew potions as a child
Skilled in occlumency and legilimens
Severus would've definitely taught her some fight moves he learned from Tobias to defend herself along with defense spells to protect herself if necessary (one of the rare good things Tobias did for Severus)
I feel his daughter would have a photographic memory
If his daughter was born before the war, then she would've met Regulus as a baby but didn't know a lot about him other than what Narcissa, Lucius, and her father told her (all good things)
Growing up, Severus didn't tell her a lot of his past, but every time she was in the Malfoy's care or Charity and Aurora's care, they would tell her all the embarrassing school stories of Severus (Severus would neither confirm or deny the stories) but they leave out the marauders of their stories (she knows about them, they always let it slip during their stories)
Educated in both the wizarding and muggle world
She definitely inherited the famous Severus glare and sharp tongue
Middle is Eileen, and Severus talks about his mother sometimes but not much
She would definitely be a bookworm
Similar to Severus, she would have an interest in potions and DADA
She and Draco would have definitely seen each other as siblings from their parents
I feel like she would be respectful and nice to house elves and would hate the abuse they face (she scolds her uncle Lucius about hurting Dobby every time she sees it)
Her and Hermione would have a school rivalry since they are both the smartest girls in their houses. But they respect each other and their intellect
If wolfstar had a child or children, then you can count on some bad blood between them (who knows... maybe an enemies to lovers)
Severus and McGonagall taught her how to dance (quite fabulously, if I may add 👌💃)
Sees Minerva as a grandmother figure (you can't tell me that McGonagall wouldn't lover her as her own)
If she had an Animagus form, it would be a cat or Raven
Her Patronus would be a bat or a cat
Has respect for the Weasley twins but will not hesitate to turn their pranks against them if it's aimed at her father, Draco, or herself
Likes Molly and Arthur but has notes on their parenting
She and Ron like playing wizard chess with each other (she beats him every time, and Ron always wants a rematch)
I feel like she would be a bit relatable to Stiles Stilinski (has ADHD, OCD, A LOT of sarcasm, and is stubborn. Wonder where she gets that from) "I mean no. Do you want to hear it in German? Nein". "I'm 140 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, ok? Sarcasm and magic are my ONLY defense."
I feel like a lot of people would be afraid of her because she is Severus's daughter
She and Luna, I feel would get along because of her creative mind and unique way of seeing the world (she would also scare off Luna's bullies)
She makes her own spells, potions, and magical objects (mad scientist mode)
Not a big fan of quidditch but supports Draco
Brains of the operation
Hates Sirius on sight and is OK Remus.
She will not hesitate to hex or murder Sirius if he continues to insult her family (she is very difficult to restrain)
Feels like Harry's babysitter for always helping him survive on his adventures
She knows Remus when she was young due to his visits to her home to pick up his supply of wolfsbane from her father (so she knows he's a werewolf)
Often scold Draco if his insults go too far.
If her dad was a part of the death eaters and she was told, she would be shocked, upset, and angry but if he told her about the double agent part then she would be more worried for him
All I got so far. Enjoy my lovelies
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Snape going protective dad mode on a peer who was blaming his daughter for being ‘distracting’.
Severus Snape & Zhuri Snape
“Theres no need to make a big deal about it.”
Severus stopped turning to look at his daughter. Her dark eyes pleading not to make a scene of the situation.
“Remind me what professor Harlem said to you about your out of school clothing.” He said.
Zhuri looked away not because she was embarrassed but for the fact she let the man practically shame her for the body she grew into over the summer. She was 15 a developing young woman that quickly grew into her curves over the summer.
“That I was distracting, that what i was wearing was inappropriate..” she spoke annoyed her eyes looking away from her father.
“And what are you wearing.” His voice was softened. What Harlem said bothered the girl it made him crawl in his skin knowing a grown Man was letting his eyes wonder on her. His daughter a child.
“A long sleeve thats slightly tighter than most and some low rises.” She answered, The shirt only came up a little showing the width of two finger together but nothing more the jeans where you normal low rises with rhinestone pockets. “Thats why i don’t understand what his problem is im wearing what I normally would on a day off around here for christ sake!” She exclaimed, her hands hitting here sides in frustration.
“Exactly there is nothing wrong with what you’re wearing and him telling you that you’re distracting, disgust me. It shouldn’t be a bother to him for he is a grown man.” Severus spoke to his daughter, she new what he meant the new professor had been gazing at her in an inappropriate matter and telling her that it was her fault.
“I just don’t want to make a big deal out of it hes just some creep that needs to be removed from the school.” Zhuri said her voice filled with irritation, not because of her father wanting to go talk to the man but for the fact she let it happen her self. How the middle aged man blamed her for his inappropriate behavior.
“Exactly, and he will be. Now return to your dormitory i will deal with it from here.” He said reassuring Zhuri. She nodded turning around to walk back down ti the dungeon back to Slytherin dormitory. It hurt him watching how she crossed her arms around her body in a shameful matter hiding herself, as if she had to be ashamed of something she has no control over.
“Professor Harlem a word.” Severus voice spoke darkly as he entered the room.
A little drabble hope you like it it bit on the more sensitive topics lmk if you want more Zhuri!
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Can we have one where Severus survives the battle of Hogwarts but his daughter (the reader) gets injured and needs him
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Dad! Severus Snape x Daughter! Reader
Summary: After believing her father to be dead, Y/N goes to avenge him. What happens when alive?
Warnings: Mentions of character death, maybe just a little cursing.
A/N: It's springtime, so you know what that means. Finals! This took too long to write. I rewrote this 3 times. I changed the plot 3 times! I really hope y'all like this. I wanted to get it out by the end of the night.
“Y/N Snape!” Professor McGonagall yelled out.
My 11-year-old self stood tense, too nervous to move. I was surrounded by my future classmates. We all wore plain black robes, while the older kids sat at their House’s assigned tables, wearing their assigned house robes. I’ve sat through many Sorting Ceremonies, so why was I so nervous?
I look up towards my father. He wears a stern look on his face, but it’s directed towards someone else. I follow his sight to find Harry Potter seated with his fellow Gryffindors. I look the boy up and down, analyzing him. I knew very little about the scar headed boy, but I knew my father had some not-so-great things to say about his father.
I felt someone behind me give me a push. I look back behind me to see ‘Pugface’ Parkinson giving me a mean glare. “Go!” She said, waving me off like a peasant. I sent a glare back toward her as I slowly approached the chair with the Sorting Hat next to it. My 11-year-old self was met with Professor McGonagall holding the Sorting Hat in her hand. She gave me a slight nod, motioning for me to have a seat. I do as instructed and try to relax as the old hat is placed upon my head.
I can feel my father’s stare from the back of my head. Every student was turned to see which house the daughter of the “cruelest” teacher would receive.
“Hmmm. This is very difficult. Loyal to your father and many others like a true Hufflepuff. You hold much bravery like a Gryffindor. And you're smart and wise like a Ravenclaw. But I think that’s what makes you so clever and resourceful like a Slytherin. So, how about…”
Even though I knew which house I would receive, there was still a small part of me that was scared of getting a different house. I turned toward my father. He had shifted his face towards me. He looked at me like he was studying me. When I heard “Slytherin!” I was up on my toes. I smiled wide and hopped towards my seat at the Slytherin table next to Draco. My eyes shift back towards my father to see a slight smirk and a wink. I felt Draco pull me into a tight hug.
My entrance into Slytherin was amazing and one of the best days of my life. I was accepted by everyone in the house, and it wasn't because of my dad. Slytherins protected each other. Everyone could be what they wanted around each other, and they wouldn't be judged. At least, that was until Voldemort came back during my fourth year, and all Slytherins would be categorized as Death Eaters by all the other houses.
During my 5th year, Draco and I were recruited as Death Eaters. My father fought hard for me to keep my innocence, but his "loyalty" to the Dark Lord wasn't enough to save me or Draco. My father saw the fear in both of us, so he made an unbreakable vow to keep both of us safe during our mission, ordered by Voldemort.
The next year, the wizarding world would become a depressing place to live in. People are tortured by Voldemort's followers. Parents are scared to send their children to Hogwarts. Children, Forced away from their homes, as debt owed to the Dark Lord by their parents. The circumstances only got worse as the war progressed.
Now, the Battle of Hogwarts had begun, and I was all alone. I looked all over Hogwarts for my father. He had left me at home, to keep me safe, but I couldn't stand the idea of something bad happening to my father. I checked his classroom, Filch’s office, the Slytherin common room, anywhere I thought my father would be. My last stop was the Great Hall. The giant room was cleared of the enchanted ceiling and the mesmerizing furniture, and what had once been a place where everyone could be themselves and live out their wildest dreams, was now full of pain and death.
Students, parents, and teachers stood over loved ones, sobbing their hearts out. Children and Teenagers lay motionless on mats. Medical help from St. Mungo’s Hospital ran from cot to cot, mat to mat, trying to help and save the soldiers and survivors of the war. Soldiers of the war entered the room critically injured. Some were pale, and the only color that showed was the blood oozing out of their body.
All I saw were dead, injured, and grieving people. But I didn’t see my father anywhere.
“Y/N!” A familiar scar headed boy was running up to me with his friends following closely. Harry wore a look of concern, sadness, and guilt. I turned towards the boy, hoping he knew the whereabouts of my father, but his face worried me.
"Potter, whatever it is, it's gonna have to wait. Unless you know where my father is," I said hopefully. When they didn't speak, I shook them off and turned before walking away.
Harry ran in front of me, stopping my motions. “Y/N, that's what I wanted to talk to you about,” he was breathing heavily like he had just run a marathon without stopping. “Well, spit it out! Where is he?” My mind was running in circles, repeating the same phrase over and over. Please be okay. Please be okay. Please Be Okay. But the more I stared into Harry and his friend's eyes, the phrase started to change. Please Don't Be Dead. Please Don't Be Dead. Please. Don’t. Be DEAD.
“Ron, Hermione, and I followed your father to the boat house out by the docks,” Harry said, starting to sound less out of breath, but sadder. My eyes filled with tears at the scenarios that were running through my head. “He was with Voldemort. Your father gave Voldemort Dumbledore's wand, the Elder Wand. Voldemort then said that there was only one way to truly own the Elder Wand. Voldemort sent Nagini to attack him. She-she continued to attack him until his last breath… I am so sorry, Y/N," Harry explained. I felt my body become unable to stand. Harry leaned forward and quickly grabbed me before my body hit the floor. I felt like I had lost the ability to breathe. Harry rubbed my back smoothly, repeating the phrases, “I’m sorry” and “you don’t deserve this”.
It felt strange to be comforted by the boy I and all the other Slytherins would bully. We all knew that there would be a day when the title of "the chosen one" would actually be something. That one day, Voldemort would rise once again, and Harry would have to prove himself worthy of the title. But that didn't matter to us at the time. And now, here I was crying my eyes out in his arms.
I heard loud sobs coming from my left. I turned to see a group of redheads standing in a circle. A pair of legs could be seen from between the group's legs. “Ron, you too?” I asked through my tears.
“Yeah, my brother, Fred,” he looked down to not show the tears in his eyes. He must have really loved his brother. Maybe not as much as I did my dad, but he still cared for his brother. It crushed him to even look in that direction. “You should go while you have people to share your pain with, because trust me, going through it alone is terrible,” I said, giving Ron a sad smile. He reflected my smile and started over toward his family.
“Here. Your father said to give this to you,” Harry spoke, bringing my attention away from the Weasleys and onto him. I held my hand out, and he placed a vial of clear liquid. “The Pensieve in McGonagall’s office will be useful.” I immediately knew what the clear liquid was. My father’s tears.
“Now, I have to end this,” Harry said, turning to leave the Great Hall. I grabbed Harry’s arm, before he could leave, and turned him back towards me, “I’m coming with you.” He could tell that I was serious and that I wasn’t joking. And I wasn't I was willing to risk my life to avenge my father, and Harry knew that. “It’s not safe,” Harry argued. “He killed my father-” “And thousands of others, but only I can defeat him, and I can’t do that if I’m trying to keep you safe,” Harry cut me off. I was silent, allowing him to walk off.
My vision was filled with red. What Harry had told me about my father being dead continued to run through my head. The image of Nagini tearing through my father's flesh was hard to not think about.
I felt a dark presence run through my body as I slowly lifted my head, taking in my surroundings. Before anyone can notice, I left the Great Hall, following Harry out, and started on my quest to avenge my father.
Severus's POV
I laid still, remaining in the same position I laid in for the past 20 minutes. The pain seared through my body as I felt the blood ooze out of my body. It was surprising that I lasted this long. I groaned as I slowly moved to my side, pulling the wand from my side pocket.
"Vulnera Sanentur," I mumbled, trying my best to do the right wand movements. My wand hovered over my body as I felt some of the wounds healing on my body.
It took me a minute to get up. Just because my body was being healed, didn't mean that it didn't hurt. I held my side limping to the door of the boathouse. I opened the door, leaving the wooden building. I looked up at the sky to see a very cloudy day, luckily, no dark mark in the sky.
That’s when I felt a sting in my arm. I rolled up my sleeve slowly, still feeling the pain from the bites. I rolled up my sleeve to see the very mark that I had just wished wouldn’t appear in the sky. The snake on my arm started moving, causing my arm to burn. This could only mean that the Dark Lord was calling his Death Eaters. I gasped remembering I wasn’t the only Snape with the mark on their arm.
I tried to run towards the castle, knowing that my warning for my daughter to stay home and safe wouldn’t be carried out. But my efforts to save my daughter were stopped by another searing pain running through my body. I fell to the forest floor, groaning in pain.
There was only one thing I could do at this moment, and that was to call for help. I took my wand once more, and I pointed it up towards the sky. “Periculum!” I told my wand. A red light shot up into the sky. And I laid there on the ground, hoping someone would notice and would come to help me.
Y/N’s POV
I knew Harry would leave me so he could fight Voldemort, so I followed him into the woods. He stopped in a clearing and pulled out a golden snitch. From my line of sight, all that I could see was Harry pulling the tiny ball-like object to his face. He slowly pulled it away, and an object that I couldn’t recognize from where I was standing emerged from it.
I saw a small light hit my face, and I looked away from Harry to see a woman with Harry’s eyes, and a man with many of Harry’s facial features watching him. I could only guess that they were his parents. Professor Lupin and Sirius Black stood next to the couple. From my recollection of my father’s stories, the woman who had to have been Lily Potter, held her hand out for her son. Harry quickly walked towards her and tried to grab her hand. He was disappointed when his hand went right through hers. He instead looked at her in despair.
Harry held a short conversation with his family. But the conversation ended when Lily pointed in my direction, “Curious, just like her father, I see.”
Remus followed her line of sight, “Indeed, she is. But she is much braver than her father at her age. Doesn’t take anything from anyone. One of my brightest students.”
Harry turned, looking me right in the eyes. My eyes went big, and I ran. I ran away, not listening to the sounds of Harry calling my name. He knew what I was doing, and he wouldn’t continue on his mission if he knew I was following him. So, I ran farther into the woods.
A bright red light lit up the sky. I noticed the red light as an effect of the periculum spell. Someone’s alive, and they need help. I felt my arm start to sting. I looked down, seeing the snake move.
This was it. I could finally get the chance to kill the dark lord. But the person that needs help. I looked between where the red glow was and the scar on my hand. And after careful consideration, I decided to save the person first.
So, I ran as quick as I could towards where the light once was. I stopped on a hill, seeing the one person I had never thought I would see again. “Father!” I yelled, running towards him.
I help him up, holding him up with his arm around my shoulder. We slowly make our way to Hogwarts.
I gasp in pain as the mark burns more. “Y/N, are you okay?” my father asked, concerned.
“Yeah, it’s just the mark. I should be asking you that. Harry said you were dead,” I said.
“I thought I was too, but somehow I survived.”
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We made it to Hogwarts, and everyone was standing outside. The good guys stood with their backs facing Hogwarts, while the Death Eaters stood opposite them. I looked through the crowd of people near Hogwarts, and I notice everyone in my year, along with some older students and teachers. I even saw Draco sadly watching the group of Death Eaters crowd around us.
I was still holding my father up when I saw Voldemort and Nagini. I felt an anger rise in my chest. My arms were tense and my face was as red as a cherry. My father noticed, causing him to squeeze my hand in reassurance. “Don’t do anything you’ll regret later,” he told me. I take my father’s warning to heart and decide to stand there and watch the noseless man.
“Harry Potter is dead,” Voldemort started. For the second time today, I felt the oxygen leave my body. I looked down in guilt. I couldn’t help but wonder if I didn’t run, would Harry still be alive. If I wasn’t a coward, would we be standing here, listening to this man? Or would I have suffered the same fate as Harry? If I stayed, would I have gotten a second chance with my father?
Ginny ran towards the snake-like man, in tears. She screamed, as she ran towards him, but was pulled back by her father. “Silence,” Voldemort yelled, throwing a spell at the girl, as a warning.
“Stupid girl,” He started. “Harry Potter is dead, and from this day forth, you will put your faith in me.”
Voldemort turned away from the students and professors and turned toward his followers. “Harry Potter is dead,” he yelled once more, much louder than the first. The Death Eaters laughed manically. Voldemort joined in, spreading his arms and saying, “and now is the time to declare yourself.” Nobody moved. They only watched with tears in their eyes. “Come over and join us or die.” Everyone stayed quiet.
“Draco,” Lucius called out for his son. My father and I’s attention was turned towards the platinum white-haired boy. Draco looked over at me with a glint of sadness. I slowly shook my head, but his attention was moved when his mother called out his name. Draco looked around. I felt a tear drop down my cheek as Draco reluctantly moved toward his parents.
“Draco!” I yelled out, bringing everyone’s attention to me.
Voldemort looked at me with a disgusting smile. “Ah, Y/N Snape-” He was going to continue, but then he noticed who I was helping up. “I thought I killed you,” Voldemort said through his teeth.
“It’s gonna take a lot more than some snake bites if you want to kill the half-blood prince,” my father said confidently. I looked up at him with admiration.
“Well, it seems like I didn’t have to kill you anyway. The wand did its job, and-”
Harry’s lifeless body was now full of life as he sprung from Hagrid’s arms. He stood up and pulled his wand out, “Confringo!” The spell bounced off of the snake, making her angry. The snake angrily chases Harry as he runs through the courtyard.
While Nagini chases Harry, Voldemort turns towards my father and I. “It seems I was wrong about being wrong. You're holding me back and it’s time to pay. “Avada Kedavra,” he yells out. A green light shoots from his wand and towards us. Quickly, I yell out, “Protego!” I deflected the cure but that only made the dark lord more upset.
“Oh child, when will you learn that you can’t stop me? Crucio,” he yells out once more. Before I know it, pain rushes through my body. I let out an ear-curdling scream, and fall down. And that was when all hell broke loose. My father used all his strength to lift me up, and moved me away from the fight. I release one last breath before passing out in my father’s arms.
My eyes blink open to see a blurry grey ceiling, along with a glimpse of black. When my vision appears clear, I am able to see my father standing and watching over me. He just sat there, watching me. No emotion rode over his face, but I knew he was relieved.
“You were lucky to have survived. Voldemort was going easy on you,” he simply spoke.
“Is it over?” I asked.
“Yes, it has been for over a day. It seems that Mr. Potter has shown great Bravery, facing Voldemort with the Elder Wand.”
“But, Voldemort would have been powerless, because you were still alive.”
“Whether or not I lived or died, he still would have lost.”
“Why?”
“When will you learn, child, that I love you. And I would never do something to intentionally hurt you. The Elder wand received a new owner when Dumbledore was first disarmed. Not when he was killed,” My father explained.
“Draco,” I said, holding out the “o” in realization to his point. My father nodded.
“Are you okay? You were attacked by a giant snake,” I asked in concern.
“I am fine, but you on the other hand. I could have lost you. Don’t ever do something like that again,” He said sternly.”That fight was between Voldemort and I. Don’t ever insert yourself in something that dangerous ever again.”
I chuckled and said, “I can’t promise that.” I give my father a knowing look. He looks at me sternly, but his scorned look soon reveals itself as a knowing smirk. I smile big at the interaction.
“Come here,” my father says, pulling me into a hug. The was a slight pain from the circumstances, but the love for my father withdrew the pain. I gave a tight squeeze before moving towards his ear, “so, if you’re the half-blood prince, then who am I?” He chuckles and responds with, “You are my fierce, stubborn princess, who has deemed herself worthy to learn from the Half-Blood Prince.” I laugh, enjoying the good times I have with my father before it’s over. Because I knew that as soon as the war started, my life was going to get 10 times harder.
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A part 2 to the snape daughter selling potions; free basically (planning with George) say they'll tell her dad about her secret business if she doesn't go to the yule ball with Fred. she grudgingly agrees, (she's friendly with him, a very younger teasing sibling vibe) and her dad basically freaks out in the calm snape way. she just replies with 'you wouldn't get it, it's young people stuff' and leaves her dad wondering if he was like that
Potions & Promises - Fred x Snape's Daughter
Can I get a dreamless sleep potion? I've been having really strange dreams that the gnomes that I had de-gnomed from his garden last week had been chasing me with tiny little pitchforks." Ron explained his dream with sheepishly. Those dreams were so strange that he almost didn't want to help Hagrid in slight fear that the gnomes would actually make an army and decide to attack him.
She couldn't help but to give him a questioning look as her brain pictured his dream. "Um, surr. Here you go Weasly." She handed him the potion vile as he handed her the money and he quickly jogged away, but as everyone knew where there was a Weasly, there were always more close by.
"Hey, Ms. Snape." He teased as she rolled her eyes. "Do you need something or are you going to stand next to me all day?" She jokingly asked which made George lightly chuckled as his lips curled into a mischievous smile.
"I have a proposition for you." He wrapped his long arm around her shoulders. Her eyes squinted in an annoyed glare.
"I already told you. We will not be in business together. I really don't need you making potions that will accidentally blow someone up." Her eyebrows slightly raised in concern as she thought of the very real possibility or this happening.
"It's not about that. It's something else, and I'm sure you would love it." His excited demenor scared her a little because the twins were known to have very outlandish ideas. "Uh yeah sure." She said with pure sarcasm which failed to catch George's attention as he was way too happy about his idea even if it sounded absolutely ridiculous.
"How would you like to be the lucky girl who goes with Fred to the Yule Ball?" She laughed which took George by surprise. "Do you really think I'm planning on going to the ball? I'm busy and besides I don't want to be around so many people it'll be suffocating." She huffed.
"Aw c'mon. It'll be good for you, and Fred hasn't asked anyone yet. You don't have to kiss him or anything. Just go, even if it's just a friendly favor." She thought about it do a moment. It's not like she didn't like Fred, infact she had been harboring feelings for him since her 3rd year. "Ballrooms aren't really my scene." She said with hesitancy. "That's fine, then I'll just tell your dad that you're breaking school rules and having a side potions business." George stated in a matter-of-fact tone. Her eyes held nothing but panic. "You wouldn't." She warned. "How do you know that I wouldn't?" His teasing tone was enough to sway her, even if she called it a bluff. She really didn't know if he would really say anything to her father, but she did know how hard it was for him to keep a secret.
She lifter her hands up in surrender. "Fine. Fine. I'll go, but I'm doing this as a favor." "Uh-huh." George teased not believing her. He may joke a lot, but he was observant. A pink blush dusted her cheeks, but George managed to not see.
George smiled as he held out his hand for her to shake. "I did say this was a proposition, so you have to make if official." She laughed at his business-like gesture and shook his hand.
George quickly ran up to the dorms as quickly as possible to tell Fred the news. "Looks like you're not going to the Yule Ball completely alone Freddie." George looked up from his book. "What do you mean Georgie? Has someone asked me? He looked up at his twin with a puzzled yet amused expression as he began to sit upright I'm his seat.
"I may have noticed you taking a liking to none other than professor Snape's daughter, so I may have pulled some strings with her and she has agreed to go with you. She said as a favor, but I can tell she like you too." His tone was teasing and his face held a cool expression as he casually stated that Fred's longtime crush has agreed to go to the ball with him.
"Well, if she agreed, then that's excellent, but I feel like I should talk to her myself don't you think? Fred stated in a hurry as he quickly put his jacket on. "Fred, wait. Here. I got these before I came here to tell you." He handed some really pretty purple flowers. "She loves purple." Fred said with a smile. He took the flowers and quickly exited the room and walked down the halls of the stone walled castle with a suffer sense of confidence as he went looking for her. His quest to find her came to an end as he saw her in the courtyard talking to some students. It looked like she was about to leave for class, so he picked up his pace to go meet with her. "Hey Fred. She greeted him smiling. "Hello." He replied back. "Have you heard that I'm your date to the ball?" She smirked as she teased him and watched his face go from elated to slightly panicked as his face began to match the color of his hair.
"I have heard, but I thought that I should ask you formally myself. It's the principle of the y'know. Can't have a lady thinking that I'm lacking in manners. He tried to sound like his usual confident self, but the feeling of his heart was about to beat out of his chest as he felt the anxiety fill his veins.
She looked up at him and nodded. "Alright then, go ahead." She smiled in amusement. He nodded and jokingly cleared his throat. "Will you please do me the great honor of being my date to the Yule Ball? He quickly put his hand out carrying the lilac flowers. Her eyes lit up when she saw the flowers as Fred handed them to her. "Yes, I will go to the Yule Ball with you." She replied. "In all seriousness, I promise it won't be as bad as you think. I know you weren't planning to go, but I'll try to make it as painless as possible."
"You promise?"
"I promise." He put his hand on his heart for emphasis.
"Pinky swear?" Fred looked at her in confusion. "Pinky swear? What is that?"
She held her Pinky out and grabbed his hand. His heart rate picked up again as he tried to hide his forever crush on his friend.
"You're supposed to wrap your pinky around mine to make it official. It's a muggle thing. I thought Harry or Hermione would have taught you this by now." She said with laugh.
"I also promise that ai will tey to have fun and will he the prettiest that I have ever looked considering you see me in my Hogwarts uniform 80% of the time. He smiled kindly at her as he examined her hand as they let go of their pinkies and kissed the back of her hand. As he let go, he said the words that changed how she felt about him almost instantly. "Darling, if you looked any prettier you would be mistaken for an angel.' She felt that this was the moment. The moment that she'll remember for a lifetime. The moment that she fell in love with a Weasly, but of course it wasn't in her nature to say such a thing out loud. Instead, a sly grin made its way across her face. "I didn't know you had such feelings for me." She teased. "How long have you felt this way? Maybe since my first year here huh? Did you see a white light cascading around me when I entered the great hall for the first time letting you know that you fell hopelessly in love with me." She clasped her hands together near her heart to add to the dramatics. "Please don't make me regret asking you to the ball." He groaned as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
"Oh, c'mon Fred! You know you're just dying to kiss me." She teased again again a smile. Her smile soon faded as she was meeting the eyes of a familiar gaze. "What was that?" The voice of her father rang out in an irritated tone.
"Nothing, dad. You know..it's just stupid teenage stuff. You wouldn't understand." She did as she waved him off and she briskly began walking away.
"Weasly." He called out. "Yes, Professor. Fred answered, almost stuttering on each syllable. "I'm watching you." Is all he said and walked away. Snape stopped at a nearby corridor as he stood with a small grin thinking back to when he began to have those feelings about a girl.
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Severus Snape Masterlist
Soft Spot
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Draco Malfoy x Nezuko Kamado’s twin-sister! Slytherin! Muggle-born! Reader (feat. Muzan Kibutsuji x Nezuko Kamado’s twin-sister! Slytherin! Muggle-born! Reader; Good ending)
Angel of Darkness Au part 2: A witch's anger 🔥
Warnings: Mentions of Death, neglect, torture, use of protego diobolica and attempted murder
(A/N: Crossover with the current timeline and Muzan of the alternative timeline feelings towards Y/n is only one-sided.)
The Slytherin lady and the chosen one were lock in a ferocious duel however being trained by her father at a young age she easily overpowered Harry. She later apperated back to where her pathetic excuse of a brother was. It continues as they were trying to kill the man she saw earlier, but oddly strange he is not easy to kill.
Y/n then sees someone she hasn't seen in a very long time. Her duel against Harry was almost an hour. She recognize her sister who is about to turn back into a human approaching for their brother. The Slytherin lady then flies to her into a black mist. Through those moments Nezuko was turning back into a human from her gaining the memories when she was a demon. Her memories when she was human. The night Muzan Kibutsuji killed her mother and her other siblings while Tanjiro is away. She later regain back her identity. When this happened, Y/n appears in front of her while her twin looks in shock. “Y/n??” she asks as the Slytherin lady smirks. “Hello, Nezuko...” she says in a monotone.
While this is going on. Tanjiro, the Hashira, and Tamayo then continue to fought against Muzan. The Demon King was far too strong. With Y/n and Nezuko with the Slytherin girl then pointing her wand at her. “Tanjiro can say goodbye to his precious favorite sister....” she then says as she was about to cast a spell. That is until she hears a the sound of a biwa as diverts her attention towards where her pathetic excuse of a brother was. Shoji doors were at the bottom of him and everyone. They some them open making each slayer fall and of course Muzan and Tamayo. Nezuko scream calling out to their brother while the Slytherin lady smirks before turning into black mist following them. This is going to be interesting however what she didn't know Draco and Harry witnessed everything unfolded as they were surprise as they decide to ask help from someone but not somebody back in their home dimension but rather those from a different timeline. They then made their way to the gate way leading to the alternative timeline.
5 minutes later....
They found themselves on America?! The Wizarding World in this country is more strict back on England. They found themselves at a mansion. Harry and Draco say two figures the first being similar to their Y/n except she seems calm and the other similar to the man they saw from before except he has white hair. The two then notice them as the Slytherin lady's look alike look at her in surprise. “Potter, Draco I didn't expect you would come around here.” she says as the man beside her glares daggers at the blonde Slytherin as if he wants to kill him. Y/n then notice this as she narrows her eyes at him. “Dear, no....” she says in a warning tone.
He then huffs as he crosses his arms. The Slytherin lady sighs. “Sorry, about my husband. Draco, you shouldn't have come. You knew how much Muzan wants to kill you.” she then carefully says as the two look at them surprise. Wait? The man who stand right beside her was her husband in this timeline and not to mention he wants to kill Draco’s counterpart in this timeline. For what reason?
Harry then clears his throat. “Actually we are not the way you know. We are actually from another timeline and we need your help.” he says as this time Y/n and Muzan are surprise. The Slytherin lady then read their minds while the former Demon King then sniff them to see if they are telling the truth to which they are. The chosen one and the blonde Slytherin start to explain about the timeline they came from to which Y/n and Muzan frown. “A timeline where father died and I gotten crazy trying to kill everyone in mine and my husband's home dimension. Just to make them feel the pain I felt.” the Slytherin lady then says as her husband hums. “So in your timeline I was one of the people that my wife's counterpart wants to be killed. Well, that's strange and a bit upsetting.” he says as he refers to the last part that his counterpart didn't knew Y/n. “We only need your help, Y/n. In other to stop the version of yourself from our timeline on what she was doing.” Draco then says as he looks down. “We also need your father's help as well. I know he's the only one who can calm you both down when you're angry.” Harry adds as the two were surprise. “You need mine and my father's help?” The Slytherin lady then questions as the two then nod. Y/n sighs before they then took a portkey to England. Pretty much they appear at the forest when no one could see them. When they came to the location they arrived at Spinner's End.
The former Potions Master then notices them. “Y/n, Muzan...” He says a bit surprise to see his daughter and son-in-law. He later notice Harry and Draco. “You and Draco as well, Potter.” Severus then finishes as he crosses his arms. The Slytherin lady alongside with her husband looks at him. “Dad, we need your help.” she then says.
They then explain to the former Potions Master about what's going on. At that Severus cross his arms. “So in this alternative timeline. I died, Y/n’s counterpart wanting to kill the people in her and her husband’s home dimension. With my son-in-law’s counterpart not knowing my daughter and of course was one of the people she wants to kill.” he then says as slowly starts taking the information that he was given. “Figuring that my daughter's counterpart wouldn't be able to calm down if it was herself trying to understand. Well, she seems to calm down around me.” He then adds. The chosen one then looks at him. “Will you help us, sir? We can't risk of losing her.” he pleads.
The former Potions Master then thought for a moment before he then sighs. “Alright, I'll help you.” he then answers as that made the two males look relieved that Snape of this timeline is able to help them. Muzan then looks at his wife. “Are you sure you don't want me to come along?” he asks as he holds her hands. Y/n then gives him sad look. “I really want you to come but we couldn't risk about your other self to know that you were my soulmate and the part that were married. As we know our counterparts don't know each other.” she then says as Muzan sighs they have a choice. “Alright, but promise you'll come back safe.” he says. “I will. I promise.” the Slytherin lady then says.
Afterwards, they then open the gateway to the other timeline. The former Demon King hopes that his wife would be safe. To where Y/n’s counterpart was, they then end up in a place that has a lot rooms and shoji doors everywhere like a big maze. Harry was surprise to know that the Slytherin lady he knew would follow her brother here. As they then observe from a far to see Demon Slayers attacking Lower Moon Demons at easily cutting off each Demons head. From a far they also Y/n (Bad ending) torturing a Demon Slayer who dare stand in her way from making her brother suffer the pain she felt.
Y/n (Good ending) and Severus have invisibility cloaks around them to avoid anyone from knowing that they are around. Throughout each battle in the Infinity Fortress, the Slytherin Lady (Bad Ending) attempt to kill everyone but she was thwarted by unknown to her (her other self from another timeline). However, unknowingly the Demon King saw her every attempts but he wasn't mad. Quite the opposite he knew she wants to kill Tanjiro to make him regret for sacrificing her to save himself and his other siblings.
After each, Upper moon was killed but Nakime and Kaiguku are the last of them. However, Y/n (Bad Ending) continue her attempts to kill everyone but she was still thwarted. Her several attempts made Muzan feel something he hadn't felt before. He somehow found himself falling in love with the Kamado’s so-called black sheep. Not only those attempts to make everyone suffer her pain that she felt. The Demon King was later confront by Tanjiro and Giyū. “Persistent.” He then says not feeling any regret for killing a lot of innocent people. “You’re all seriously persistent. And it bores me.” He adds as the that stun the two Demon Slayers. “It sickens me from the bottom of my heart. Whenever you open your mouth, you only remember that one dumb motion about avenging your parents, kids, or siblings.” Muzan later admits as Tanjiro still looks stunned by what he's saying. “What are you saying?" He then asks at the Demon King look at him. “Look at it this way, being killed by me is the same as encountering a great calamity. You can't get revenge on natural disasters. No matter how many lives it takes away, rain, winds, volcanic eruptions, and earthquakes. You don't need to think hard about it.” He then says as the two Demon Slayers just remain silent. “You can't bring dead humans back to life. Why not stop fussing over this issue all the time and quietly live to earn your daily wages. Why can't you do that? Most humans live that life. The Demon Slayers are an assembly of deviants. There's only a reason and I'm tired of dealing with deviants. I'm the only one really wants to put an end to all this.” Muzan then says. There was a long period of silence. Before Tanjiro could says something the three of them were interrupted when someone cackle. Black mist then came around and stood in the other side of the room it later then morph to Y/n (Bad Ending) as she looks at the three of them with her eyes narrowed. The Slytherin lady (Bad Ending) then looks at the Demon King. “You have no shame. To me losing my father even though we aren't related by blood. He treated me decently and some people in the Wizarding World too. I no longer return to this world considering on how greedy, arrogant, and selfish they are towards me. Just taking things for granted.” She then rants before looking at her pathetic excuse of a brother. “Since the day I was sacrifice. I was really a fool to wait you, the rest of our so-called ‘family’, and everyone else to notice me but only paying attention Nezuko. That day change everything for me. Throughout the years I was living with my father, the hate I felt towards everyone here continue to grow. When Dad was still alive I have no intention to return here to get revenge on everyone. Even though, I've been familiar with the Unforgivable Curses and the Dark arts spells he taught me. I've only used them when necessary.” Y/n (Bad Ending) then says as the three look at surprise.
The Slytherin lady (Bad Ending) then narrows her eyes. “Vengeance is mine. You and Nezuko don't deserve to live a peaceful life...” she then says to Tanjiro.
Giyū then looks at the burgundy-haired boy. “Keep your guard up.” he then tells. Y/n (Bad Ending) was about to cast a spell before somebody disarm her wand like earlier. The daughter of Severus Snape (Bad Ending) then growls to see who did it. The person then remove the invisibility cloak. She and the other three were surprise. It was Y/n (Good ending), Draco then came around. “You really need to stop. I know what you're feeling right now. But, father's death really affected you to the point you want to get your revenge on everyone here.” The Slytherin lady (Good ending) then says as her other self then grit her teeth. “Nice try, Harry....” she then says. Y/n (Good ending) then sighs. “You really think this is someone under the guise of polyjuice potion but I am actually you from another timeline.” She then took a pause. “A timeline where father is alive....” The Slytherin lady (Good ending) says that made double then pick up her wand as she kept her head down. “A timeline.... Father is still alive, huh? Well, that's something is going to make me mad here.” she then says as she looks up. The blonde Slytherin then looks at her. “Y/n, you need to stop what you're doing. This isn't the way...” he then says. The Slytherin lady (Good ending) then stood next to him. “He’s right you need to stop. Revenge is not going to make you feel better. It's just going to make things worse.” she then says.
Tanjiro then slowly walk up but he maintain his distance from his other younger sister. “Y/n, please you have to stop this." He then says as the daughter of Severus Snape (Bad Ending) then glares at him. “Well, I would be with you right now if you were to treat me decently. But none of you never deserve my forgiveness and kindness.” she then says before then places her hand against the bottom of her left eye. “I got this scar because of you that day and of course the hatred started to grow there. So I have a hard time trusting anyone except some people.” Y/n (Bad Ending) then rants.
The Slytherin lady (Bad Ending) then continues to glare at her brother. “Ever since, father adopted me. I only felt resentment towards everyone here in this world. I take a lot after father but I never let everyone’s words ruin me but unlike you. I have friends and people who care about me for who I am. Severus Snape was my father and having the same filthy blood as you and Nezuko make me hate other Muggle-borns at school. I disregard the Kamado last name and embrace the surname Snape. Everyone in Slytherin like being around me despite my status as a Muggle-born as I'm different from the rest. Everyone (except Pansy Parkinson).” she then adds as her brother keeps his guard up but he was ridden with guilt on the inside.
The Demon Slayer stares at his sister. “Y/n” He calls out as he feels the guilt of ignoring his beloved sister. “I'm sorry” He says making his sister scoff. “Your pleadings are no use to me now.” She says bitterly.
Draco then narrows his eyes at Tanjiro. “No matter how many times you apologize to her. It's not going to work. You really don't know her as much as I did growing up with her.” he then says. He then the others later here huff as they look at her. “Do you know me, Draco? Well, you don't know much about me.” she then says as the blonde Slytherin looks at her worriedly. Y/n (Good ending) knew that the thought of losing her father horrifies her, but in her timeline she was able to save him on time. However in this one she didn't. That's the reason why her other self was desperate to take her revenge on everyone in the dimension she originally came from.
“It may escape the notice of all of you. But life is unfair.” The Slytherin lady (Bad Ending) then says as she looks at the Demon King. “Life is not the way as we see it as there are times things go out of our control. Life is cruel. Fate is cruel. It's not always we get what we want.” she then adds as it seem to anger Muzan but it didn't but he was rather stun instead of being angry which never happened before. “She really takes after her father.” The blonde Slytherin then mutters. Y/n (Good ending) then gives her other self a sympathetic look. “Father’s death really affected you....” She says in a sad tone as the Slytherin lady (Bad Ending then turn to look at her. “You have no idea.....” she then says. Giyū then looks at her. “You need to stop this stupid revenge as it wasn't worth it.” he says as that anger the daughter of Severus Snape (Bad ending). The Slytherin lady (Good ending) sighs as she narrows her eyes at the Water Hashira. “You are not helping. It only made it worse.” she then says as her other self seems angry. “Stupid? Stupid?! What's so stupid about to make everyone in this world to feel the pain I felt?!” she then snaps.
Draco knew he had stop her. “This has to stop now. What ever it is you're going through. We'll fix together, me and you. Just like we've always done.” he then sang as that made Y/n (Bad ending) look at him. “No! This has to stop now. This thing where you think that you've been my friend. And don't even hear how you condescend. The way you've always done.” She then sang not wanting to listen to her childhood friend. The burgundy hair has to do something. “Y/n, listen.” he then starts. “I’m listening.” She then answers when her brother does it. “I know it isn't true.” Tanjiro then sang. “Isn’t it?” She mockingly questions. “Just look into my eyes now.” he then sings as his sister avoids looking at him. “Well?” she then says. “I know you feel it too.” The burgundy-haired boy then sang. “Perhaps I do.” she then sings as she looks at him coldly. “Y/n, listen.” Tanjiro then sings. “I’m listening.” she then says as she crosses her arms while rolling her eyes. “I swear it's not too late.” He then sings while keeping his eyes on her. “So before another line gets crossed and everything we've had is lost. Just.... wait.” He sings as the word ‘Wait’ made her to immediately look at him in disbelief before she frowns. “No, I won't wait.” she mutters before Y/n (Bad ending) then proceeds walking in between her pathetic excuse of a brother, Water Hashira, and the Demon King. She then looks at Tanjiro and Giyū. “There’s a line between the winners,” she starts before looking at Muzan. “and the losers.” she finishes before turning to look at her other self and Draco. “There’s a line between the chosen and the rest.” she then sings as she looks to the side. “And I've done the best I could, but I always known where we stood.” she then sings before looking down at her shoes. “Me here with the luckless.” The Slytherin lady sings before she then looks at her brother and the Water Hashira. “You there with the blessed and line between the beggers and the choosers.” she then sings before she turn around to face the Demon King. “Is a line you've never let quite ignore.” she sings then looks up at the ceiling before reaching out with her hand. “How I've tried to jump that great divine but I've never got the chances you were given.” she sings before turning to look at Tanjiro once more. “You don't how much I've been denied. Well, I'm not being patient anymore.” she then sings before she raises her arm with her wand in her hand and casts the spell which is just as dangerous as Fiendfyre. The Protego Diobolica spell. “I’m crossing the line!" she then sings as her other self proceeds to fire a spell at her but she dodges it. “And I'm done holding back. So look out, clear the track. It's my turn!” she sings out loud. Before she creates a circle of blue flames before she proceeds to make them flow along with her movements. “I’m taking what's mine!” she sang before looking at her brother before firing a spell at him but he manages to dodge it. The Slytherin lady (Bad ending) then looks at the Demon King before firing a spell but he manages to dodge it. “Every drop, every smidge. If I'm burning a bridge let it burn!” she then sings before she flies up surprising the three (except her other self and Draco). “But I'm crossing the line!” She then sings as she turns to look at them. “And for us, if we're over. That's fine!” She then proceeds to leave. “I’m crossing the line.” she then sings as she looks at them before she then flies out of the room into black mist.
Y/n (Good ending) was surprise as she knew that she did master this spell but she rarely use it. The blonde Slytherin looks surprise before he then looks at her. “We have to get out of here.” he suggests as he could see that Muzan then proceeds to leave the room. To which made Tanjiro yell after him as he and Giyū go after him.
Timeskip hours later....
Kaigaku was killed along side with Nakime. The Infinity Fortress collapse as everyone immediately leave when Yushiro tried to turn it against the Demon King as the battle of between the Demon Slayers and Muzan Kibutsuji continues. Nakime was killed in the hands of her master. However, a certain someone knew she had to immediately kill everyone. Y/n then was about to cast the killing curse at her brother while he was fighting against Kibutsuji. Her other self, Harry, Draco, and Severus knew they had to stop her. The chosen one had been involve of thwarting most of his friend's attempts. Tamayo was killed when she sacrifice her life on letting Muzan absorb her to which he absorb the drugs to weaken him.
Severus then casts the patronus charm non-verbally as seeing his patronus would calm his daughter's counterpart. When he did the patronus came out in the form of doe. It immediately made it's way towards her but when it passes through the remaining alive Demon Slayers as they seem shock. When it whirl around the burgundy-haired boy and the Demon King which surprise them as they along with everyone else watch as it then made it way towards Y/n (Bad ending) as she then stop as she immediately put her wand down seeing her father's patronus.
The former Potions Master then took off the invisibility cloak as he came to approach his daughter's counterpart as Y/n (Good ending) watch as her father approach her other self as she watches the scene. When he finally did, the Slytherin lady (Bad ending) fell on her knees as she doesn't know whether or not is she seeing things. D-Dad?” she then questions in a quiet voice.
Severus then has a soft look on his face. “Revenge is not the answer, Y/n. It just will make the pain worse, sweetheart.” he tells her as he kneels down to hug her. When he did, she her arms around him to which she later breaks down crying. The former Potions Master was rubbing the back of his daughter's counterpart. “Even though the me you knew was dead but I have a feeling he forgotten to tell you something.” he says in a soft voice as Y/n (Bad ending) looks at him. “Even though, I'm gone. I'll always be with you no matter what. In your heart.” he says as the Slytherin lady (Bad ending) look at him. Everyone else watch as the moment unfold. Tanjiro was surprise this man was Severus Snape. The one who raised his sister after she disappear when she was 5 years old.
Harry and Draco were relieved that she finally stop. The blonde Slytherin then made his way towards the two. Severus then pull away before then wipes Y/n (Bad ending)'s tears with his hand. The former Potions Master then notice Draco was there so he stood up and move to join his daughter of his timeline while the Slytherin lady (Good ending) watch her other self and the blonde Slytherin. “Y/n, I was worried if you don't stop. I would ended up losing you.” he says as his childhood friend look at him in shock. “Dray, I....” she was interrupted when Draco hug her. “I like you, Y/n Snape. No love you, for a long time ever since when we we're kids.” he confesses as Y/n (Bad ending) looks at him surprise. “I.... I.... I love you, too, Draco malfoy.” she then confesses to him. At the confession between the two. Muzan can't help but feel jealous run through him while the burgundy-haired boy could smell the jealousy coming from him.
Severus who is watching then gives Draco a warning look. The blonde Slytherin then felt it before he sweat drop. If his godfather of his timeline is still alive he would have give him a warning as well. Y/n (Good ending) sighs at her father's behavior before giving her other self a proud smile. In the timeline, she never knew her husband. Speaking of him, Muzan’s counterpart then look at her. She just gives him a soft yet sad smile. The Demon King's face turn red at that. Y/n’s alternative self just smile at him as if she knew him.
The two then pull away as the blonde Slytherin then help the Slytherin lady (Bad ending) stand up. When he did, he pulls her into a kiss to everyone's shock which broke Muzan's heart. Y/n (Good ending) was happy for her other self as she saw the surprise and pale expression of her brother's counterpart. She narrows her eyes at him. “You really should know that she did have feelings for Draco. I did as well..... However, used to.” she then admits but she's not giving hints that Muzan of her timeline was the one she ended up with.
The new couple later pulls away from one another. Draco then smiles at her to which Y/n (Bad ending) smile back at him. She then looks at her brother before she narrows her eyes at him. The Demon Slayer then looks at her. “Y/n, I-” he stop when his sister raise her hand. “Well, getting my revenge on you and Nezuko is not worth it to me anymore. I'm going to continue to live for my father's sake and I would no longer return to this dimension to remain in the world where I belong.” she then says rather coldly at him as Tanjiro and everyone else (except Draco, Harry, her other self, and Severus) were surprised. “Y/n, please....” the Demon Slayer begs as his sister then continues to glare at him. “You did this to yourself and you realize it when it's too late. But as I said earlier, life is unfair. Fate is cruel. It's not always we get what we want. Life is not the way as we see it as there are times things go out of our control. I hate to tell you, but this has to be the way it has to be.” she then says. The Slytherin lady (Bad ending) then looks at her lover and of course Harry. Not before turning to look at her other self as she gives her a grateful smile before she then disapperate with Draco and the chosen one.
Y/n (Good ending) alongside with everyone else watch as they leave. At that moment Tanjiro realize he lost his sister. Forever. The Slytherin lady (Good ending) then open a passage way to her home timeline as her father later walk up to her as the remaining Demon Slayers, Muzan, and her brother's counterpart look at her but she just narrows her eyes at him. Before they both enter the portal afterwards it closes after they left.
#harry potter crossover#harry potter#demon slayer#demon slayer crossover#Severus Snape’s daughter#Draco Malfoy x Reader#Muzan Kibutsuji#Spotify#muzan kibutsuji x reader#soulmate au
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Surprise! We're Making Love
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this is my first real like... real smut fic? so do take that into consideration [and please be nice to me lol] but also feel free to send me a message if you have any feedback or pointers.
this is a fic based on this trope that was sent to me by @bobluvbot like a million weeks ago and became my hyper fixation for far too long. I finally decided to put it into words. thanks to @unstablereader for championing me as I wrote this and convincing me it was decent enough to post lol
Remus Lupin x fem!reader
CW: smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, coming inside of someone, AFAB reader, reader is a Pureblood Slytherin, has hair long enough for Rem to feel it on his shoulders when you're straddling him, reader has hair texture that sticks to you when wet, mentions of smoking weed and being high, mentions of drinking and alcohol, mentions of arranged marriages, use of mudblood and blood supremacy
Remus doesn’t know how exactly this thing started for him.
Perhaps it was the day after a full moon when he forgot to lock the door behind him to the Prefects Bathroom and you let yourself in, nearly fully stripped before you realised he was sitting in the steaming, bubbling pool-sized tub with a spliff hanging lazily from his mouth.
“Circe’s tits!” You screeched as you hastily pulled up your towel to keep your modesty. “You didn’t think to alert me to your presence, Lupin?” You sneered half-heartedly at him as you tried to regain your composure.
“Sorry.” Remus chuckled, voice gravelly from a mixture of last night’s howling and tonight’s smoking. “My brain is moving a little slowly right now.”
You looked between him and the spliff and sighed. “Think you’ll be much longer?” You asked him quietly, cautiously, reticently. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen you look so dejected.
Slytherin princess; though you never really let that dictate how you treated people, just that it levelled you with a certain notoriety within the school. You were the only one who could talk sense into Barty Crouch Junior; Pandora Rosier’s biggest defender and advocate; Snape, Mulciber, and Avery’s biggest adversary; the one who encouraged Regulus Black to reach out to his estranged older brother; and the least likely to enact revenge on the Marauder’s for their pranks.
Though Remus had never shared more than a few words with you in passing, he knew a lot about you. In addition to the aforementioned qualities, you were a Pureblood, the eldest daughter and heiress to your family’s name and fortune, Prefect, received top marks in Charms and Transfiguration, and hated the Sacred Twenty-Eight.
Knowing all of that made Remus rather rueful that he hadn’t spoken to you before now.
“Listen, this tub is nearly the size of an Olympic swimming pool.” Remus started, causing you to furrow your brows in confusion. “It’s big.” He clarified. “I don’t mind...sharing if you wouldn’t be too uncomfortable; otherwise, I’ll pack up and leave it to you.”
He didn’t really want to leave; not whilst he was still nursing his post-moon hangover and the warm water was finally starting to relieve some of the tension in his bones. But you looked forlorn, and damn Remus and his bleeding heart, he’d give it up if you needed it.
“I don’t want to kick you out... you were here first.” You murmured, apparently weighing your options in your head.
“I will leave if you want, L/N, but I’m more than willing to share.”
You searched his eyes for what, Remus wasn’t sure, but you seemed to come to some decision. You threw your head back and let out a strangled groan which Remus was certain was more for dramatic effect than it was indicative of any real ire.
“Fine, turn around.”
Remus smirked at you and tried to ignore the protesting of his joints as he stood in the pool and turned to face the opposite wall, allowing you to drop the rest of your clothes and your towel and sink into the water.
“Okay...” You whispered quietly. “You can sit back down now; thank you.”
Perhaps it had begun then; he’d offered you a puff from his joint, causing you to move closer to him. He was a gentleman and avoided noticing the way your breasts sat high on your chest, buoyant in the bubbly and fragrant waters.
He ignored the feeling of your elbow brushing against his. He ignored the way your hair, damp from the steam and humidity, stuck against your skin. And he definitely ignored the way that as the weed started to affect you, you leaned your head onto his shoulder.
What he couldn’t ignore? When you asked him what you could do to help him.
“Help?” Remus asked you bemusedly, jostling his shoulder and forcing you to sit up and return his gaze.
“Yeah; you seem tense, stressed.”
Remus let out a confused chuckle from his nose. “That’s really not anything you need to worry about.”
You laughed back at him, nudging him with your elbow. “Lupin.” You chided. “You were willing to give up your private pool time, you’ve shared your weed with me, and you’ve let me intrude on your bath; let me worry about it.”
And he doesn’t know how you did it, he’s not even sure he remembers how the rest of the conversation went – one moment the two of you were sitting an entire swimming pool apart and pretending the other wasn’t there, and the next moment he was sitting on the edge of the pool with his hands tangled in your hair as you took him in your mouth.
“Christ, fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He tried warning you, tapping your shoulder to get your attention.
Like the watery siren that you were, all you did was moan and take him deeper, and in another moment, he was spilling down your throat.
Remus was sure he looked absolutely wrecked; naked, soaking, exhausted, a few fresh wounds from last night, and his permanent eye bags a more dramatic purple today on account of his lack of sleep last night.
Not you though; somehow even though you’d just done all the work, you looked ethereal. Wet hair pooling in the water around you as you sunk into the suds up to your collarbones, your lips swollen and glistening from your fantastic work if you asked Remus, and eyes a mischievous magnet nearly luring Remus back into the pool completely against his will.
“Godric, you’re good at that.” He breathed embarrassingly. Thankfully, you only laughed at with him.
“I’m sure you meant that as a compliment, Lupin; but it sort of sounds like you’re calling me a whore.”
Remus cackled at that, thankful that his time in the water eased the soreness in his ribs before doing so.
“If you give me a few moments, I’ll return the favour dove.”
“Don’t worry about it.” You offered, moving back to the other side of the pool to retrieve the book you’d deserted in favour of pot, and then in favour of cock. “I’ll just take an I.O.U.”
Or maybe it started at the Ravenclaw afterparty following their win against Hufflepuff. You showed up with your friends fashionably late and clearly having pre-gamed to some extent if Barty’s uncoordinated movements were anything to go by.
He noticed you every once in a while, flitting around the party with various friends, dancing to various tunes, participating in various games over conversations; but something was different about you. You weren’t as...glowy.
Your smile never met your eyes, and your laughs weren’t carefree – not like they were in the tub. Not like they ought to be.
But hey, you helped him when he needed it, and he did technically owe you.
He brushed past you and gently pulled on your elbow as he continued moving. When you turned back to see what had happened, he nodded toward the exit.
He didn’t bother turning around to see if you were following him, he just carried on down the stairs of Ravenclaw tower before turning the corner to an empty corridor.
“Oi, Lupin; your legs are longer than mine. Slow down!” You called.
He didn’t realise at that time how much it meant to him that you had followed; hindsight being 20/20, and all.
“Where are we going?” You queried as you caught up and walked in step with him.
“You’ll see.” He said simply, cutting across the hall and opening the door to an empty classroom.
“Going to teach me how to translate Ancient Runes, Lupin?” You joked, though your affect was clearly lacking.
“I’m going to help.” He responded simply, leaning backwards against the professor’s desk.
“Help?”
“Right.”
You smirked and raised a singular perfectly manicured eyebrow at him, looking him up and down with a suggestive glance.
“What exactly are you to help me with?”
“You seem worried, tense.” He repeated your exact words from the tub a little over a week ago.
You offered him a half smile that, once again, never met your eyes. “That’s not something you need to worry about.”
He offered you a soft smile in return. “I do owe you, though.”
Remus doesn’t know what it was that convinced you to accept his offer. One moment he was leaning casually against the professor’s desk as you watched him warily from the door to the classroom, and the next moment he had you splayed out on the desk before him with the skirt of your dress bunched up around your waist and his head between your legs.
Now, it’s important to note that Remus is a humble and modest person. In fact, he’s really quite self-conscious. He didn’t come from a notable family and compared to his friends he was basically a pauper, he was scarred and tall and lanky, and due to his lycanthropy, he avoided meaningful relationships; meaning that whilst his friends all enjoyed relationships and situationships, he stayed religiously single.
All that being said, there was something Remus knew to be true that he felt worth bragging about.
He was fucking good in bed.
So his ego was properly stroked when you threw your head back so hard that it made a painful whacking sound against the wood of the desk with just the first stripe of his tongue through your folds.
Like a man starved, he buried his face between your legs and hardly ever came back up for air. He pulled your hips flush to his chest with your legs thrown over his shoulders and his arms hugging your thighs that he used as earmuffs.
Remus could easily call this one of his new favourite places to be, especially with the sinful sounds escaping your mouth.
He used his thumb to tease your clit, thrusting his tongue in your hole a few times before bringing it back out to run through your lips.
“Oh, Merlin!” You cried, causing him to chuckle, which caused you to flinch slightly at the feeling of his cold breath against your cunt.
“Come now, L/N; you know that’s not my name.”
You let out another cry as he wasted no time diving back in, his nose rubbing at your clit as his tongue continued its assault.
Remus’ efforts were rewarded in the form of you cumming on his face and your body falling limp below him.
He allowed you to catch your breath as he fought to catch his own, ignoring his knees crying in protest from having spent the last however long supporting his weight on the hard stone floor.
“Oh gods.” You breathed finally, opening your eyes and stealing a shy glance at Remus, still stationed near your core.
He smiled wolfishly at you. “Better?”
You laughed; a real, hard laugh that had been missing from you all night. “Much.” You agreed readily, accepting his outstretched hand and sitting up on the edge of the desk and pushing your skirt back down to cover yourself. “Thank you, Lupin.”
Remus shrugged nonchalantly as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it with a snap of his fingers, pushing open a window with a flick of his wand. “What are friends for?”
You snorted inelegantly; a far cry from the proper Pureblood heiress you’d been raised to be as you pulled your panties back on and took careful, albeit slightly wobbly, steps to join him at the window.
“Are we friends now?”
“Were we not friends before?” He countered, offering you a drag from his smoke that you easily accepted. He was sure his lips, tongue, and now the end of his cigarette still tasted like you.
“I didn’t think your kind was supposed to be friends with mine.” You offered, not looking at him as you passed the cigarette back.
“Blood status, really L/N?”
You scoffed derisively. “Please, Lupin. Give me some credit.”
It seemed to Remus that you looked almost hurt at his insinuation.
“I meant Gryffindor’s and Slytherin’s.”
“Perhaps we can be the first.”
“Do many of your friends see you naked, Lupin?”
Remus grimaced at that. “Honestly? More than I’d like, yes.”
And there it was again, that uninhibited laugh. Remus felt vindicated in his task for this evening.
“Alright, friends then.” You agreed, reaching out for his cigarette and taking a long drag before returning it to him. “Let me know when you might need my help again, Lupin.”
“Likewise.”
And maybe it was the day that he had Avery pinned against the wall by the collar of his shirt for calling a first year Hufflepuff a Mudblood.
There was blood dripping from Remus’ nose onto the collar of his uniform shirt from an elbow to the face as he spat various threats promises of pain and maiming, when he felt a gentle hand on the small of his back.
Due to the tension radiating through Remus’ body considering how close it was to the moon, his first reaction was to throw an elbow behind him. He thanked every deity possible that you were shorter than him when you ducked expertly to dodge his assault.
“Let him go.” You said simply.
Remus felt his brows furrow as he let out a protesting grumble.
“McGonagall is coming.” You continued.
Remus looked from you back to Avery who was now smirking at him. If Remus left now, Avery would tell McGonagall what Remus did; if Remus stayed, he could tell McGonagall what Avery had said.
“He won’t say anything.” You argued - as if you had heard Remus’ internal conundrum - causing Avery’s face to fall and both boys to whip their heads to you.
“And why the bloody hell won’t I, L/N?” Avery spat.
Your eyes moved from Remus’ to Avery’s where they took on a horrifyingly cold quality, no doubt the result of your cold and indifferent parents raising you like a proper Pureblood heir.
“Because I know where you sleep.” You spat lowly.
Remus watched as Avery fought to remain defiant, but as he heard the sound of McGonagall’s footsteps approaching, let out a frustrated groan.
“Fine. Sod off.” He barked, pushing Remus away from him roughly and stalking off towards the Slytherin dungeons.
Remus angrily picked up his book bag and began stalking down the corridor in the opposite way.
His blood was boiling, the tension in his shoulders and neck was starting to give him a headache and every step he took aggravated the matter.
He turned hastily around a corner when the strap of his book bag was pulled off his shoulder.
“What?” He hissed when he turned to see you with the other end of his strap in your hand.
“This way.”
“L/N.”
“Lupin.” You countered severely, voice intoning no nonsense.
Remus allowed you to drag him by his bookbag like a dog down a seemingly abandoned corridor and into an empty classroom before you locked the doors and threw up a silencing charm.
“What are you doing?” He muttered admittedly far more petulantly than you presently deserved from him.
“Helping.” You answered simply as you began undoing your school tie.
“I’m fine.” He spat, plopping himself down roughly into a chair.
“Right.” You said sarcastically. “And you wouldn’t have continued to punch the first arse you saw on your way back to Gryffindor, huh?” You asked as you started pulling off your top and exposing your lacy black bra. “And I may not be an expert, but you’re a long way from Gryffindor tower which means your chances of running into an arse were really rather high.”
Remus held his hands up to his face and pinches at his temples, trying to stave off the incoming migraine and the overwhelming urge to tell you to fuck off, which he knew he really didn’t want to do.
Suddenly you were in nothing but your bra and panties, kneeling before him and fussing with his belt.
“This really isn’t necessary, L/N.” He offered without much fervour.
“What are friends for?” You asked quietly as you pulled his belt from the loops of his trouser.
“You don’t have to.”
“Do you want me to stop?” You asked pointedly, pausing your movements and looking up at him. You were giving him a choice; an out. Did he want to blow off some steam, or did he want to spend the rest of his day pissed off and tense?
Did he want you to stop?
“No.” He admitted.
Your eyes softened, though everything else about your face remained impassive as you undid the button and zip to his trousers and began encouraging them down his legs.
He decided to give up on his temper tantrum and assist you in the unenviable task of disrobing him and pulled you up into his lap.
“I don’t need anything.” You squeaked as he had you straddle his lap, your hair falling over your shoulders and tickling his own from your place above him.
“I’m not going to get in a fight and be a selfish lover all in the same day, L/N.” He said in faux admonishment. “Friends look after each other, yeah?”
And he’s not sure what swayed you. One moment he had you perched precariously above him as he gently nipped at your neck, and the next moment he was brutally thrusting up into you with no lack of desperation.
“Fuckin’ hells you feel amazing.” He grunted as you mewled above him, eyebrows furrowed and eyes screwed shut causing Remus to worry momentarily.
“Are you okay?” He asked breathlessly. You moaned in response and dropped your chin onto his shoulder.
“Hey, dove, you okay?” He asked again, pulling you from him and slowing his movements.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop, Lupin.” You barked before you pulled his face to yours by the ends of his hair for a searing kiss.
He grinned somewhat maniacally into the kiss and lifted you from his lap as he stood with his cock still lodged deep within you and perched you on the edge of the desk.
“You’re a bossy girl, aren’t you?” He taunted, pushing roughly into you from this new angle and causing you to cry out. “You like telling men what to do, dove?”
You gasped as Remus found the magic little spot he’d been searching for and he doubled down in his thrusts with renewed vigour.
“That’s okay.” He continued, brushing a strand of hair away from your face that had gotten stuck in some of your lipgloss. “I like being told what to do.”
“Please! Please, please please.” You whined, a pretty sheen of sweat dusted your skin and began to pool on the divot of your collarbone.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck me.”
“Working on it.”
You were apparently coherent enough to laugh at that which was torture for Remus who was currently hanging on by a fucking thread as your giggles caused your cunt to clench torturously around his cock.
“Come on, pretty girl. Come on, cum for me, yeah? You’re close; I can tell. Cum for me.” He started chanting, moving his hand that was currently holding your knee up near his ribs to rub circles around your clit.
“Cum for me, L/N.”
“Oh fuck.” You shouted as your orgasm tore through you; Remus felt almost sick from the effort not to follow you over the edge immediately, wanting to help you ride out yours to fruition, but your walls pulsating around him left him very little control over the matter.
“Fuck.” Remus growled, and unfortunately that was the only warning you got before slammed into you once more, twice more, and was then spilling inside you causing your cunt to grow impossibly more wet and warm.
You let out a desperate breath and fell forward into Remus’ chest; he was ashamed to admit how much he relished in the intimacy - ignoring the very intimate act that had already taken place.
“Fuck Lupin, you’re an animal.” You breathed out with a laugh.
Remus let out a surprised bark of laughter as he looked down at you.
“You have no idea.”
And if it wasn’t any of those, perhaps it was a few weeks later, when Remus saw a regal looking owl fly into the Great Hall over the Slytherin table, and with a grand war cry dropped an important looking letter in front of you, causing the rest of your table to fall silent.
Remus watched as Regulus Black’s jaw tightened and Barty Crouch Junior’s spoon fell back into his porridge as they watched you open it.
Remus watched as all colour seemed to drain from your face and your jaw fell slack, though not open.
The rest of the Hall seemed completely unaware of the turmoil taking place over at the Slytherin table; everyone but Remus and, apparently, Sirius Black.
“Shit.” Sirius whispered under his breath quietly, alerting neither Peter nor James who were currently in a heated debate about whether pumpkin pasties or sugar quills were the better treat from Honeydukes.
“What is it?” Remus asked him quietly. Sirius seemed nearly surprised that Remus had noticed, though schooled his expression quickly.
“Marriage announcement, she’s been betrothed.” He sneered the word, his nose actually wrinkling in disgust. “‘Sold off’ is a more appropriate term. It’s too bad, I quite liked her.”
Remus didn’t really like the feeling that settled in his stomach when he considered you being married off, but he didn’t have time to think on it too hard before he watched you storm over to Avery, Mulciber, and Snape before grabbing the former by the nape of his neck and slamming his head down into the table.
Remus was up and over to you in an instant with Sirius close behind, beaten only by Barty and Regulus who had the advantage of proximity.
“You miserable fucking wanker! You’ll fucking rot for this!” You screamed as Regulus fought and nearly lost in his battle of holding you back as Barty began sparring with your newfound enemy.
“I’ll fucking kill you for this Avery! You watch your fucking back!” You screeched. Regulus - for what reason, Remus couldn’t know - thought now a good moment to put you down, and as you launched yourself once again for what he was sure was Avery’s jugular, Remus threw you over his shoulder and took off out of the Great Hall.
“Put me down!” You shouted.
“No.”
“Fuck off, Lupin.” You cried, grabbing at his jumper and slamming your fists into his lower back as he took the stairs two at a time.
“You’re fine, L/N.”
You squealed and began kicking your legs out, causing him to use both arms to pin them to his torso.
“Stop it.”
“Put me down!”
“Stop it. Stop fighting me.”
“I hate you.”
“That’s fine.” He said, though it felt anything but. But he knew, you weren’t really mad at him, you perhaps weren’t even really mad at Avery.
“I hate you.” You said quietly this time.
“That’s alright.”
You had given up on your fight by the time Remus got to his destination. He was sure his shoulder in your stomach was causing you issues and the blood had to have been rushing to your head, but you remained placid as he hoisted you back up right and set you down on the floor of the Astronomy tower.
Your face was wet and your hair was a mess as you took gasping breaths.
This was beyond Remus’ wheelhouse when it came to you; he was good for eating you out, blowing off some steam, quickies, and the odd toke or two, but this? This was beyond his area of expertise.
He decided to sit down beside you - both your backs pressed against the cold stone of the castle in a way he was sure felt good against your skin that was sizzling and crackling with fury. He didn’t say anything; there was nothing to say, nothing that he could say, and nothing he’d really know to say at a moment like this. Perhaps he should have left you to your friends; to the Purebloods who got it. Though, Regulus seemed willing to let you help Barty kill Avery, so perhaps it was better that you were up here with him instead.
That's what he’d tell himself for now.
It could have been minutes or even an hour before you finally took a deep, shuddering breath.
“Why’d you do that?”
“Do what?” Remus asked quietly.
“Stop me.”
“You stopped me first.”
You let that sit in the air as you looked out into the horizon.
“What do you need, L/N? What… what can I do?” He begged desperately.
Remus was certain the entire school could hear the sound of his heart breaking at the devastated expression that graced your face when you turned to make eye contact with him; your eyes seemed to beg Remus for something but he couldn’t decipher what it was that you were asking of him.
“I want to…to forget.” You sobbed. “I want to not think, I want to turn it all off for a fucking, god’s damned minute. I want it all to stop.”
“Okay.” He offered readily.
“I want it to stop.”
“Okay.” He repeated, taking your hand in his and giving it a gentle squeeze.
“I’m right here.” He encouraged you. “Tell me what you need.”
“I need to forget.”
“Okay.” Remus said again, pulling at your hand and encouraging you into his lap. “I’m right here; take what you need.”
And Remus wasn’t sure what went through your mind as you searched between his hazel eyes. One moment you were carefully perched above him in his lap; tear tracks staining your cheeks and eyes full of sorrow. And in the next moment, your uniform skirt was hiked up and panties pulled to the side, and Remus’ belt was undone and his trousers were pulled low around his thighs as you bounced up and down on his cock like it was the solution to all of life's problems.
Remus wished it were true, he really did. But if all he could do at this moment was help you turn your brain off and forget the unpleasantness waiting for you back in the castle for just a little bit, then that’s what he would do.
You had your face shoved into his neck and he was quite sure you were biting down on the junction between his shoulder and his neck - in an attempt to quell your moans, your crying, or just out of frustration, Remus didn’t know, and quite frankly he didn’t care either way. You grinded down onto him and he felt you applying pressure to your clit against his pelvic bone, prompting him to start rubbing it with his thumb.
“You can let go, gorgeous. No one’s here.” He whispered.
You bit down harder in response and began riding him with an air of desperation.
“I’m right here.”
And then he felt it. First, he felt your tears fall onto his shoulder, then he felt your teeth break his skin, and finally he felt your walls clench around him.
You stayed latched onto him; your arms around his waist, your hands clenched into the fabric of his jumper, your teeth on his skin and your cunt on his cock as he thrusted up into you and found his own release with very little effort on account of the aftershocks still shuddering through you.
You sat like that for some time afterwards; the gentle breeze causing goosebumps to cover each of you as the sweat began to cool on your skin, and Remus rubbed circles into your bare thighs with his thumbs.
Unfortunately - for reasons Remus wasn’t willing to ponder on at present - you pulled away, a string of spit connecting your lips to the place on Remus’ neck he was sure now adorned the shape of your teeth.
“Sorry.” You rasped, running a hand over the newest of many wounds now decorating his skin. He didn’t want you to be sorry, though, he thought perhaps this might be his favourite one; it wasn’t the result of some hideous monster who took out its rage on him, but instead marked a tender moment between him and his…friend.
You pulled your wand to cast a healing charm over it when Remus grabbed your wrist.
“Don’t.”
Your reddened and swollen eyes looked at him inquisitively, causing Remus to flush in embarrassment.
“Leave it, I’ve already got so many; what’s one more?” He tried to joke, though he could tell as you looked back down at the bite mark, it fell flat.
“I’m sorry.” You said again, and Remus shook his head.
“Don’t be.”
“Thank you.” You said quietly, looking into Remus’ eyes imploringly, as if trying to convey your gratitude through your very soul. “For stopping me.”
This moment suddenly felt too charged for Remus; it was different somehow, something had happened, though he wasn’t sure what.
Not then, at least.
“That’s what friends do.” He said noncommittally. “It was an I.O.U.”
He managed to force a small smile out of you for that, and he was grateful.
So perhaps it was all of those together, in addition to the many blowjobs, many quickies, many quiet, loud, rough, or awkward fucks the two of you had in between.
But maybe…
Maybe it was the way your smile lit up the room when Barty or Pandora said something particularly outlandish or funny; your laughter echoing through the halls like an invitation to experience a secret joy that only you and your friends knew about.
Or maybe it was the way you seemed to be the only one who could weasel a smile, a laugh, or a fond eye roll out of the notoriously cold and apathetic Regulus.
Or maybe it was how a dimple in your left cheek only appeared when you were particularly proud of an achievement you made or a grade you received.
Or maybe it was the kind way you sheltered the younger Slytherin’s from the brunt of the Marauder’s pranks without impeding their more good natured ones.
Or maybe it was the way you hexed McLaggen for hitting on Lily Evans, and then again for calling her a filthy Mudblood when she refused his advancements.
Or maybe it was the way that you could always tell when Remus was feeling sad or low and needed help, needed something, needed you.
And fuck.
He needed you.
Remus wasn’t exactly sure how this thing started for him.
One moment you were on your hands and knees in his bed and he was fucking into you from behind; his body curled around yours as he rubbed at your clit expertly to push you over that edge for the third time tonight. And the next moment you were spread out and pliant beneath him, head thrown back in ecstasy as he lazily pushed into you.
He didn’t often get moments like this; moments to just sit and admire you.
This thing he had with you, it was delicate, precarious. It was precious. And he wasn’t going to go fucking it up by forcing it to be something it wasn’t.
You were friends.
You were friends who helped each other.
You were friends who have seen each other naked; who have tasted each other’s sweat, skin, flesh, blood, and cum.
You were friends who have spent time with each other, on each other, and in each other.
You were friends.
That’s what you had agreed to, that was the arrangement, that was all this was supposed to be.
And then Remus’ stupid sodding heart had to go and fucking yearn for you.
It ached to sit beside you in the library without it being a precursor for one of you to be on your knees in the stacks moments later.
It ached to ask you about your day for the sole purpose of getting to hear about it and not just as a means to help you take your mind off it by bending you over in an empty classroom.
It ached to watch you, uninhibited throughout the day, without it causing grief, or angst, or hungry looks being exchanged.
It ached to taste your lips without tasting the leftover sex from previous actions.
It ached for you to climb into the shower with him after this, to throw on one of his ratty old band tees, and to stay.
It ached for you to stay.
He wanted you to stay.
But you guys were friends.
And that was enough, it had to be enough. He would make it be enough.
So sue him; sue him for taking this extra moment to admire your form below him, when you were only his in this moment. Sue him for memorising the way your hair pooled around your head like a halo even after all the tugging and ruffling that it has been subjected to. Sue him for watching the way your breasts bounced with each gentle thrust of his hips, the way your ribs expanded and contracted with each breath, the way the two of you fit so perfectly together; your body accepting him with grace and ease as he slotted the two of you together over and over and over again.
He ached for you.
And damn him - damn him and his bleeding heart and this beautiful girl beneath him - he reached out to pull a strand of hair that laid plastered to the side of your sweaty face.
He didn’t just ache for you.
He yearned for you.
He loved you.
He was in love with you.
And Godric only knows how far gone he was or for how long now. But it didn’t matter; none of it mattered. All that mattered was this ethereal being that, for just this moment, was all his.
He doesn’t know how long your eyes had been returning his gaze. He supposed it didn’t matter, because he knew; he knew it was written all over his face.
He may as well have been flashing a neon sign on his forehead: “My name is Remus, and I’m wildly in love with you”. And if the sign hadn’t been enough, he was sure his actions were.
There was no longer any desperation in his actions; no destination in mind as he slowly pulled out of you and pushed back in again. His hands weren’t placed in precise locations to elicit a specific reaction of any sort, but rather roved languidly over your body in meticulous worship.
And if that hadn’t been enough, he was sure that the way you were staring deep into his eyes, into his soul; you saw. You knew.
The jig was up.
He had been outed.
Your eyes widened minutely and began to flit around Remus’ face as your grip on his arms stationed on either side of your body loosened.
You knew.
Though it was all for naught at this point, Remus scrunched his eyes closed as if he could save any of his remaining dignity; not that there was much left.
This was it, it was all going to be over.
He lowered himself over your body and pressed his face into your neck, hiding like the coward he was as he picked up the pace of his thrusts.
Gently, tentatively, he felt you press a cautious hand between his shoulder blades and another to the nape of his neck.
Somehow, the tenderness in your touch hurt more.
He came with a strangled cry, feeling humiliating tears fall from his eyes as he filled you up for what he was certain would be the last time.
He melted into your hold and cried silently into your shoulder, and you let him.
Your hand that was stationed between his shoulder blades never moved, but your hand in his hair kneaded gentle, soothing circles into his scalp.
He wanted you to stop; he wanted you to stop because this was all he really wanted... to be here, with you, like this.
He wanted the rough and the fun and the biting and the hair pulling, sure. But he wanted the gentle, the soft, the affection, and the innocent intimacy, too.
That wasn’t fair though; it wasn’t fair to you. You never asked for it, and you never offered it.
You never asked for it.
You never offered it.
He decided that he’d been hiding in your neck for far longer than he had any right to, and slowly pulled his face away from its sanctuary.
He looked up at you through his curls in shame to see you had tear tracks down your cheeks too.
What a fucking mess.
He was a fucking mess; and he’d dragged you down into it.
He slowly pulled out of you and summoned a tissue to clean up the cum leaking from your folds. You hissed at the sensation and he whispered an apology before pulling on a pair of pyjama pants and throwing you a t-shirt that he hoped to fucking God was clean, and sat on the edge of James’ bed; facing you, though his head was bowed in shame.
“I’m sorry.” He offered pathetically, knowing it was not even close to helpful in this situation.
“When…” You started, voice both gravely from the sex and tight with emotions as new tears fell. “When did this happen?”
He didn’t have an answer; he didn’t know. He couldn't say.
“When,” you tried again. “When did this change?”
Your face fell into your hands as you began to cry in earnest.
He wondered what part of this upset you the most; the loss of this friend that you had in him? The pressure to offer him more than you were willing to give? The feeling of guilt over not being able to return his feelings?
You didn’t seem to be waiting for an actual answer from him, but were rather voicing the thoughts running through your head as they came to you.
“I should go.” He whispered, even though this was his room, even though you were wearing his shirt.
“Don’t.” You demanded harshly, eyes blazing with a fire he never imagined ever being shot at him. “Don’t you dare leave me here like this; not after that.”
He nodded quickly, sitting back down on James’ bed as you wiped angrily at your face.
He wished you wouldn’t; he wished you’d be more gentle.
He didn’t get to wish things like that, though.
“When, when did this become love?” You asked in a mixture of shock and bemusement; the thought of an equation you couldn’t solve was clearly insulting to you.
Remus shook his head in disgrace. “I’m sorry.” He offered weakly.
You scoffed out a sarcastic laugh. “Sorry for what, exactly? Making me fall in love with you? Making me fall in love with you and not telling me about it?”
“You... too?” He rasped, looking at you with a slack jaw.
“Fuck.” You seethed, standing up and beginning to pace the dorm room for a few moments as you seemed to think back on the entire duration of this situation.
“When!?” You demanded again after a few moments.
“I don’t know.” He admitted honestly, placatingly.
“Fuck.” You paused in place, bringing your hands to your mouth. Remus hated it, but you paused right in front of the hearth, causing your form to be illuminated by an ethereal glow. He thought you looked beautiful.
“I’m sorry.” He said, for daring to even think such a thing.
But, maybe…maybe if you loved him too, he could think such things?
“Fuck.” You said again, still staring unseeingly at the wall of his dorm as you stood in nothing but an oversized shirt in the middle of the room.
“What-” Remus started, taking a cautious step towards you as if you were a wild animal poised to run at any given moment. “What do you want, Y/N?”
Not one muscle in your body moved save for your eyes as they shot over to him.
“Anything.” He whispered.
I’ll give you anything you want; be anything you want. Say it and I’m yours. I’m yours.
I’m already all yours.
“I need to pee.” You said plainly.
Remus’ chest deflated in relief that you weren’t asking him to obliviate this memory from your mind.
“And then…” You took a shuddering breath that made Remus want to fold you up and keep you safe in his breast pocket for the rest of his life. “And then I want to talk. About this, okay? Please?”
Remus nodded quickly, readily, so unbelievably willingly.
“Don’t leave, please. Please be here when I get back.” You whispered; eyes, voice, and body language far more vulnerable than he ever remembered seeing from you (and ever cared to see from you again).
“Always.”
And he kept that promise.
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I BET You Think About Me
SYNOPSIS: being Theo’s girlfriend is a dream… until you find out why he asked you out in the first place.
FANDOM: Harry Potter
PAIRING(S): Theodore Nott x fem!reader
RATING: PG
CHARACTERS MENTIONED: Enzo, Blaise, Draco, Mattheo, Pansy, Snape
GENRE/AU: Snape’s Daughter!Reader, Asks you out cause of a bet, kind of angsty, kind of fluffy, slytherin!reader
WORD COUNT: 2.6K
WARNINGS: swearing and kissing.
A/N: agh. It’s 3 in the morning. Enjoy. May have a tiny bit of pacing issues but it’s fine
DEDICATIONS: the polls who decided they wanted Theo while I decided I was gonna post Mattheo and Rhysand instead.
CREDITS: n/a
…Six Months Ago….
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“You can’t do it, Theo.” Draco says plainly. “If she’s anything like her father she won’t be able to feel that kind of emotion.”
Theo shakes his head. “She’s still a girl.”
Mattheo snorts, Enzo sputters. “That’s a bit sexist, Theo.” Enzo says, looking over at Y/n L/n.
She’s Severus Snape’s daughter and completely untouchable. Theo hasn’t seen a single guy going out with her in the whole six years they’d been at hogwarts.
That might be because of her father.
“Draco’s right.” Mattheo says. “She’ll never fall for you.”
“I’m gonna prove you guys wrong and you’re gonna owe me a shit ton of money for it.”
…. One Month Ago ….
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Mattheo stares at you as you walks away. “Damn, I guess you were right.” Both him and Draco reach for their wallets but Theo waves them off.
“I don’t want it— any of it.” It felt for him wrong to take the money from the bet. Theo had fallen for you just as hard— if not harder— as you’d fallen for him.
Hell, Theo would kiss the ground you walked on if you asked him.
“What do you mean?” Blaise asks incredulously. “You won the bet.”
Theo furrows his eyebrows. “Whatever, I don’t want the money.”
They all stare at him.
One, two, three minutes of silence before Mattheo blurts out: “Oh my god. Theo fell for her.” He starts to laugh, and the other boy's eyes widen.
“Wow. That’s a little bit pathetic, Theo.” Draco teases.
Pansy slides in beside Blaise. “Wow. Famous playboy Theodore Nott fell for someone?” She snickers. “Who?”
Theo deadpans. “What do you mean who?” You are Pansy’s roommate after all, Pansy should better than anybody.
Her face falls. “You don’t mean y/n. do you?” Theo nods and she gives him an exasperated look. “Theo! You literally only dated her to win a bet!”
“Yeah, I know!” He retorts. A beat of silence, then, “I shouldn’t have done that.”
“You have to tell her.” Enzo cuts in. “If you truly like her, it isn’t something you can keep secret.”
Theo nods his head absentmindedly. “I know, I know. I’ll tell her soon.”
He didn’t want his new relationship to end before it ever began.
….Present….
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Today, you woke up late, stubbed your toe on your bed and then spent the ten minutes you had to get ready looking for your damned potions book.
When you’d finally found it, threw on your uniform and got your hair into some sort of presentable, you rushed out your dorm and down the hallways as fast as your feet would take you.
Your class was on the opposite side of Hogwarts and you were already ten minutes late.
In your haste, you aren’t watching for other people in front of you and run straight into someone.
“I’m so sorry!” You exclaim frantically, picking up your books as she picks up hers.
She looks familiar but you don’t know her name.
“No, it’s okay— Oh.” Her faces twists into a scowl when she meets your gaze. “You’re Theo’s ‘Girlfriend’” she airquotes as she says ‘girlfriend’, causing you to narrow your eyes at here.
You furrow your eyebrows. “Uhm, yeah, I am. Why did you say it like that?”
She crosses her arms. “Because you and I both know that he doesn’t actually like you. You’re not his girlfriend.”
“And who, exactly, are you?” You ask, annoyance settling in your chest.
She looks down at you, a cocky expression written on her face. “You should probably just stay away from him, you know that, right?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Really, he’s going to be mine so I don’t even know what you’re doing.” She waves you off, as if she truly believes this.
You shuffle your books around in your arms and shift your weight into your other leg. “You do know that you’re not his girlfriend, right?”
“Whatever.” She shrugs, and you still don’t know her name. “Doesn’t matter if he calls you his girlfriend, it’s not like you’re a threat anyway.”
What does she mean ‘not a threat’? You feel like that’s a sentence better used to describe her considering, you’re Theo’s actual girlfriend. “What is that supposed to mean?” You ask incredulously but still relatively calm.
She gives you a mock sympathetic expression. “Oh, Sweetheart,” She starts, taunting you with each syllable. “You didn’t really think someone like Theo would settle down for someone like you… do you? I mean, he’s all parties and good times and you’re… well, you can’t even dress yourself properly.”
She looks you up and down, from your half-untucked uniform shirt to your loose tie and your unwrinkled skirt. You’re not usually this messed up. “Clearly, I do, because he did.” You pause, sigh deeply and roll your eyes. “Why am I even entertaining this conversation?” You turn away from her, preparing to tune her out and walk away.
She tuts, shaking her head. “Because you obviously know you mean nothing to him— after all when your relationship starts with a bet, I don’t think it’s ever been super stable.”
This makes you stop and turn back to her. “A bet?” You say it slowly and the words taste awful on your tongue. “What bet?”
She scoffs-laughs and smiles evilly. “Oops, did I say too much?”
Theo chooses this moment to walk up behind the two of your . He slides his hand around my waist, letting it rest there as he stands beside me. “Are you okay? You’re super late.” He asks, looking you over. His eyes flit over to the girl who was talking to you and his nose scrunched. “Why are you talking to Tracey?”
Tracey, that’s her name.
I don’t think he likes her too much.
Tracey opens her mouth to respond but I cut her off and begin dragging Theo away. “I don’t even know, Theo, let’s go.”
I can feel Tracey’s glare until we’re well out of her line of sight.
Jealous.
……
You can’t get Tracey’s words out of your head. You know it was a tactic to rile you up and, you suppose, it worked but you had this horrible feeling that maybe she wasn’t lying.
Asking Theo about it though? That was hard; you didn’t want him to think you didn’t trust him but you also didn’t want to get upset before you knew whether it was true or not.
You decided to ask one or two other people before Theo. Pansy Parkinson, was first. She’s been your friend since first year but she hung out with Theo’s group long before you ever did.
“Hey, Pansy.” You say airily. She looks up at you and smiles.
The bed creaks as you fall down onto it and sigh. “Can I ask you a random question?” You ask, fidgeting with the corner of your blankets.
She looks up at you expectantly but also with a good deal of worry. “Yeah, of course; What’s up?”
She shifts in her spot at the end of her bed, turning her full attention to me.
“Did you ever… I don’t know,” you stop, trying to find the correct words. “Did you ever hear anything about Me, Theo and a bet? While you were, like, hanging out with them.”
Pansy looks down at your fidgeting fingers and then furrows her eyebrows. She thinks about it for a minute, and her face drops so slightly I almost don’t catch it. “Oh, y/n…” she trails off. “He didn’t tell you?”
Every muscle in your body locks up. “He didn’t tell me what?” You don’t think you really want the confirmation now that you know it’s coming.
Pansy stands and then sits down next to you and pulls you into her in a side hug. “When Theo started trying to get with you it was because of a bet.” She stops but you just gesture for her to continue. “… I wasn’t actively apart of this conversation so I only got the gist of it but I was there.”
“What was the bet.” You say, with your eyes hot and your throat restricted. Your tone makes it seem like it wasn’t a question.
“The boys bet him that he couldn’t make the next woman he saw fall in love with him by the end of the year.” She gives your a sad smile. “I guess the next woman was you.”
What. The. Fuck. You’re gonna kill him, because he obviously won that goddamn bet already. You give Pansy a quick squeeze and then stand up. “I need to go talk to him.”
Pansy nods and walks back to her own bed, waving bye as you walk through the door.
Your vision is a bit blurry and your hands are shaking with betrayal and anger as you storm away from the girl’s dorms and right through the common room to the boy’s dorms.
When you reach his door, you knock loudly, despite it being late.
Draco answers. He looks you up and down and then turns his back halfway to you. “Theo, your girlfriend is here.”
Theo appears a moment later, an easy smile and his piercing eyes that you want to love so badly right now. He gently moves you back a bit and steps out of the dorm. “Hey, Baby, what’s up?”
You shudder at the pet name and his face drops. “Oh, I don’t know, Theo.”
He pulls you to the other side of the hall and keeps his hands on your arms, comforting both yourself and him. “What’s wrong? Did somebody do something to you?”
The worry on his face seems so genuine, you almost want to believe the bet was a lie— but you’re not that stupid.
“Yeah, Theo, someone hurt me.” You pause. “It was you and your fucking bet.”
He freezes. “Shit. Who told you about that?”
You don’t want to— no, you can’t look in his eyes. “That girl, Tracey, and then Pansy filled in the finer details.” You’re arms are crossed now and he can’t hold you like he was before. “Is that seriously the only thing you care about right now— actually, obviously it would be because I’m just a bet, right?”
He opens his mouth to speak but you don’t let him. “Actually,” you continue. “I don’t want to hear it— just, have a good life, Theo. I’d say we’re over but I don’t think we really ever started to begin with.”
You walk away before you second-guess yourself and ignore as he calls your name. He doesn’t run after you, which you’re equally glad for and disappointed by.
God, you don’t think your heart has ever hurt this bad.
…..
You haven’t seen Theo in class for the whole week after you ‘broke up’; you’ve seen glimpses of him outside, always smoking, or eating in the Great Hall but it’s like he’s intentionally missing every class you have together.
He probably is.
He shouldn't have that right. You’re the one who gets to avoid him, he doesn’t get to avoid you.
You’re the one who got played like a violin and ended up battered and bruised.
You don’t see him for most of your days, but, when you do— when you look at him, his eyes are always already on you.
As a result the other Slytherin boys glance at you while he stares, because of how intensely he does so. You can feel his eyes burning holes into you at all times.
You try your best to ignore him as you stand to leave the Great Hall.
A boy stops you near the entrance, you think you recognize him. He’s the same year as you, and pretty nice as far as you know. His name is Lucas, you’re pretty sure.
“Hey.” Lucas says warmly. “How are you?”
He’s a bit close, and you’re sort of backed into the wall. You laugh awkwardly. “I’m alright, um, how are you?”
He smiles. “About the same,” he looks behind him and then back at you, same easy-going smile that isn’t easy the way Theo’s is. “Anyways, I was wondering… since you broke up with Nott, maybe you’d wanna go out sometime? With me?”
“She doesn’t.”
Lucas’s shoulders jump at the sound of Theo’s voice and he backs away from you and spins to look at Theo, whose standing there with a dangerous look on his face.
You glare at him. “Maybe I do want to.” It’s a challenge and Theo knows it.
Lucas sputters. “You know, I actually realized I’m busy, so…” he scrambles off after that you’re left with Theo.
You scowl at him. “Theo, what the fuck?”
“He’s not good enough for you.” He shrugs like he knows what’s good enough for you. Mr. Bet-Winner.
Your heart aches in your chest just looking at him. “And how would you know what’s good enough for me, Theo? because you sure as hell weren’t.”
He scowls now. “I treated you like you were a fucking princess, Y/n, all he would’ve done was treat you like a piece of ass.”
You huff. “A princess, Theo? None of it was even real!” You spin to walk away but Theo catches your wrist and pulls you back; he slips his other arm around your waist and pulls you right to his chest. Your faces almost touch.
Your breath hitches like the traitor that it is.
He pulls your hand up to rest on his chest, where his heart beats hard and erratically. “Does this feel fake to you?” Theo’s fingers dig lightly into your waist. “Do you honestly think that all of that— everything we said and did— meant nothing?”
His breath fans across your face.
Your whole body feels like it’s on fire, and he’s the ice bucket that can save you— but your pride and anger are like the fires of hell; irreparable.
“You took a bet to make me fall for you, Theo, and lucky for you, you won it. How much was I worth, huh?”
He replies almost instantly. “I didn’t take any money, Y/n.” Theo breathes deeply and you feel his chest rise and fall, forcing yours to do the same.
“You— what?” You can feel your resolve cracking, the hope leaking through that somehow you were wrong.
“Let me explain the full story.” He waits for you to give him confirmation; you nod and he continues. “Yes, it started with the bet, and yes, I had never planned for it to last. It was cruel and mean, and I’m sorry. But the thing is, I didn’t anticipate that I would end up falling in love with you right back.” The words feel like a kick to the heart.
“But, on the other hand, how could I not? You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and you’re intelligent and funny, you laugh at all my stupid jokes. You love potions more than any other class and you’re really good at it too.” He stops. “Y/n, you’re perfect and I’m so, so sorry I never told you— or, even worse, that I did it in the first place.”
Your heart skips several beats. “Oh.”
“Oh?”
“Oh.” You’re at a loss for words.
He just looks you over, trying to assess what’s running through your mind like he always does. “Please forgive me, Y/n. I love you so much it hurts.”
You pull away from him and he reluctantly lets go, his shoulders sagging in defeat.
“You’re serious?” You ask quietly. “No bets this time? Nothing you haven’t told me?”
He shakes his head, giving you the saddest, puppy-dog look, unintentionally.
You’re silent for another long moment before, finally, you say: “you love me?”
Theo looks into your eyes. “God, yes.”
“Okay.” You say softly.
He straightens. “Okay, you’ll get back together with me or Okay, I don’t forgive you?”
You hold up one finger and he seems to understand because he pulls you back into him so quickly and presses his lips to mine; you kiss him back, and kind of stand there, kissing, for a long moment. Probably longer than you should’ve.
But you wish he never had to stop.
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So I know it’s been a hot minute since I’ve posted anything on here, butttttt I will be attempting to write another chapter of ‘Their Daughter’!! I am so excited and am hoping to have it up soon!!!
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— 03; i watched you change
pairings; luke castellan x hephaestus!reader
warnings; kissing, angst at the end, dark!luke, choking, mentions of swords, swearing, violent tendencies.
summary; luke castellan was always a saint, it was a wonder how he would date a hephaestus girl over the dozens of aphrodite girls wrapped around his finger, he saw you, and he loved you for it. you'd be an idiot if you said you didn't love him to, but something was going on, he was. changing.
word count; 2.07k words.
a/n; a part is kinda inspired by that one scene of nate jacobs and maddie perez, yes the one where he choked her, also I am on my last stray since I finished, then tumble deleted the whole thing which I loved, alsooo uh sorry for the late upload i had so many exams :((.
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i. I love everything you do, when you call me fucking dumb for the stupid shit I do.
— high-school sweethearts, melanie martinez.
You smiled as you sat down at the breakfast table, your hair in a bun and your were still in your pj's. It was your day off so you decided to take breakfast, then snuggle up to your new boyfriend's, Luke, cabin.
"Hey mender." Luke said as he sat down beside you, kissing your cheek as you smiled, you took a bite of your mac and cheese, Luke's hand wrapped around you.
"So, tell me, how's the best swordsman at camp huh?" You joked as he smiled. You both took your scraps, placing it into the fire before walking off back to the hermes cabin.
Even though most of the Campers lived in the hermes cabin, it somehow was always empty during the morning, most people going back during either lunch or at the end of the day.
So here you were, on the bed with Luke's mouth latched onto your neck.
Ever since that night, Luke was addicted to you, the way you tasted, the sweet noises that erupted your mouth whenever he touched that one spot on your skin.
"Luke. You'll make marks!" You giggled as he laughed, slowly raises his head to look at you.
"Too late baby." He winked before rasing your shirt, pressing soft kisses to your stomach as you laughed. You playfully shoved him as he smiled, looking up and laying down beside you, moving his hand so you'd lay on his chest. "Fine. You win mender."
"No way, I beat the Luke Castellan?" You teased as he rolled his eyes, placing a soft kiss to your forhead before taking out a scrap book you had made and a Polaroid.
"Cmon let's get your first win into our amazing book of memories." He snaped a picture as you giggled, he smiled at the picture as he glued it on.
Her first win!!
Luke castellan gets beat up by a woman half his size. NOT CLICKBATE. CANON EVENT!!
Baby wtf.
Luke closes the book, taking the pen and placing it on top of the book as he turned back to face you. He watched as you traced soft patterns onto his hand. "I love everything you do. You're mine, and I love that."
He pushed your hair to the side to see your giggling face. You couldn't help but smile, kissing his lips. "I'm all yours."
He grabbed your waist, pushing you down onto the mattress as you groaned. "Luke-. I have to go to work."
"And suddenly my names work." He jokes as he hugged your waist, placing soft kisses onto your neck. You giggled before wrapping your arms around the boy. "You mean the world to me. You know that right?"
"I know luke. I know." You whispered as you played with his hair. You sat in silence, playing with his hair as he closed his eyes, falling asleep on your chest. "Ten minutes."
Luke smiled at your words as he hugged you tighter. "Thirty and you got yourself a deal."
ii. just trust me, you'll be fine.
— end of beginning, djo
Chris smiled as he passed by you. It was weird being the center of attention now, everyone needed to figure out the hot gossip about Luke Castellan's new girlfriend, and to their shock, she wasn't an aphrodite girl.
Everyone knew that Hephaestus' daughters were rather, boyish, only because there were very little, being surrounded by men in a job that most people would assume a man to do was well, difficult.
Luke saw you. He saw who you were. Not what your sibling saw, not what camp saw. He saw what he wanted to see, and that was all of you.
You sat down by the docks, the same docks of that night. You two would always meet up there to catch up and spend time together, but here you were, an hour later still sitting alone on the dock.
You started to give up, standing up to walk away but you heard Luke's faint calls. You turned around to find a man you almost didn't recognise.
The once shining Luke had eyebags under his eyes that were bigger than yours. He was wearing sweatpants and a tank top, yet you could see tracs of sweat around it. He wasn't out of breath so he hadn't ran, maybe he did, what was going on?
"Luke? Heavens have you been sleeping?" You asked him as he held your hands away from his face. He gave he a small smile.
"I'm fine." He rasped. You shook your head, holding onto his cheek as you looked at him. "Don't."
"Luke." you scoffed as he shoved your arms off of him. You had a pained expression on your face, hugging yourself with your jacket as you looked at him. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before walking towards you, placing his hands onto your shoulders.
"I'm sorry I'm just, really tired." Luke muttered before hugging you. "And I'm sorry I was late, I uh, took a nap after training and lost track of time I suppose."
You hugged back, he quickly carried you which caused you to squeal as he set you down onto the dock. He smiled as he sat down in front of you, the picnic basket empty as he chuckled. "Someone was hungry."
"And someone was late." You giggled as he dramatically rolled his eyes, he smiled before taking your hand in his, looking out to the lake, clearly thinking about something. "Are you okay Luke?"
You waited for a response but he just stared out. You were starting to get worried, what the hell was going on? "Luke?"
"hm?" He said as he turned back to you. You could feel his arms tense around you, his breath hitched as you said his name. You needed to know what was going on.
"You know you can talk to me. Right baby?" You asked the boy who kissed your cheek before turning to the soft waves.
You didn't understand why he was keeping secrets from you, were you that bad? Were you not as supporting as you thought you were?
"I know mender. I know." He whispered in your ear as you melted into his grasp. A smile on your face.
He's fine, he says he's fine so he has to be. Right?
iii. Was it my August? Shit, I don't remember
— Gone gone/thank you, Tyler the creator.
"Where is he?" You asked Chris as he sat quietly, playing with his food. You glared at him, leaning onto the table as you glared at him, your eyes glowing orange, fire swimming in them.
Luke had been ignoring you for two weeks now, you had no clue if it was because you did something wrong, and if you did, you wanted to solve it.
That was until Max, your brother, had told you that he was giving Stacy Evans, aphrodite's prettiest daughter, extra sword fighting lessons.
"Hermes cabin bathroom." Chris muttered as you hummed in approval, walking off to find Luke.
Ever since your last interaction on the beach, you haven't seen him. Some would say you were worried, and if the right person asked, you were worried.
Little did you know, that Luke wasn't running from you. He was protecting you. From himself.
He did know how, how the he'll could everything about you agitate him. He hated it, he hated how every time he heard your name, he wanted to punch someone.
He hated how whenever he saw you laughing with your brothers, he wanted to smash your head against the wall, he wanted to hurt you.
He didn't know why. Why you out of everyone. You were a Saint, you were perfect to him, perfect for him. Suddenly, without warning now he's ignoring you.
You loved Luke, and Luke loved you, but now. Even at the mention of you, he wanted to stab you with his sword and watch you bleed.
You knocked on the door, hearing shuffling as you waited for him. Your eyes widened as you heard muttering coming from the other end of the door.
You barged in, finding Luke huddled up over the sink, clearly irritated by you. You glanced at the sword on the bathroom counter.
"What the fuck is wrong with you mender! You can't just barge into the men's bathroom." He spat out as you scoffed, you locked the door, walking towards him.
"What the fuck is wrong with me? What's wrong with you?!" You spat out as he let out an agitated sigh, clutching the sinks frame as his eye twitched. You shoved him to look at you, his breathe staggering as he stared at you.
"You know you're a real shit boyfriend you know! Missing out breakfast because im there, wow I mean. Master of communi-fucking-cation right!" You laughed as you watched his reaction. His eye twitched more, his mouth agap as he panted, he was controlling himself. He was on his last straw.
He wasn't even listening to what you were saying now. He was just trying to keep his thoughts at bay, he couldn't hurt you. If je hurts you, it was over.
"You really are your father's son huh?!" You spat out, that was all it took for him to lose his sense of control. He grabbed you by the throat, shoving you into the wall as he smashed your head against the wall, before wrapping his hand around your neck again.
He lifted you up, you kicked your feet as you tried to pry him off, stopping as he shoves you against the wall again, clearly agitated by the fact that you tried to pry him off.
"What the fuck is wrong with you. Don't you ever say that again you little bitch." He Luke spat. An evil laugh escaped his lips as he leaned in to face you. "You really are a pathetic whore huh. No wonder your mom left you."
Soft cries left your lips as he tightened his grip around your throat. You started to feel nauseous as you found it harder to breathe. Clawing at his hands.
"L...Luke..." You struggled under him, even though he was two times your size, even though you had no chance against him. You watched as the darkness in his eyes was replaced by realisation.
He let go, allowing you to fall on your knees as you sobbed and panted. The air suddenly returning to your lungs. Luke hovered over you, panting as he realised who was on her knees before him.
"Y/n." He breathed out, you shook your head at the mention of your name. He sighed grabbing a rag and before wetting it and holding it out for you.
You took it, holding it against the bruises that already formed.
He did it, he hurt you and he wanted to kill himself right at that moment.
"Mender. I... I." He didn't know what to say. You kept your gaze onto the floor as you cried. Unsure of what to do, what to say, as you rubbed the bruises. "Listen, I know you want to run of to Chiron and-."
"I won't. Don't worry." Your voice cracked as you looked up at him, standing up and walking to the door. But Luke's voice stopped you.
"Why?" Luke asked you as you shrugged. You hovered over the doorknob, sighing as you opened the door, leaving Luke alone in the bathroom.
He glanced at his hands, sobbing as he fell to his knees, he hurt you. He hurt you. He did the one thing he was afraid to do. The voices in his head won, he had lost you, the only thing that mattered to him.
He was weak, he allowed him to hurt you, he allowed this to happen. You were the best thing to ever happen to him, and somehow he messed it up.
You were special, not like the aphrodite girls who only cared about looks and who hooked up with who, most people saw him as Luke Castellan, most popular guy at camp.
In your eyes, he was Luke Castellan, another mediocre privileged guy, but he was yours, and you loved him for the good and bad in him.
Don't cry my child, it'll be over soon.
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Dad!Severus Snape and Zhuri Snape this one kinda Angsty..
I've had this in my drafts for a while I don't really know how to end it or anything it was like just an image that came to me! Ok it sounds like a vent but it's not I promise🙏🏽
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“I don't always need to be coddled dad it's just some drama some girl who's jealous.” Zhuri explained to her father who sat across the table next to her mother.
“Mom please, help me out here he's just gonna make it worse.” she pleaded.
Severus sighed, he had witnessed some exchange students pick on Zhuri, he watch as the girls whispered and laughed at his daughter. He watched her ignore it but yet he could tell it still bother her. How she played either her pincel more and didn't finish her assignment to her normal standard. How her attitude simply changed.
“My dear those girls had no right to speak about that way, they were degrading you to your face. I wasn't going to stand by and let that happen.” he started his voice was stern and all out filled with concern.
Zhuri stood up looking at her father her face had a familiar scowl same as her father's when irritated. “But as my teacher, there was no need to take such Jurassic measures you simply made the situation worse but not just taking over 100 points from Ravencalwe house, giving them over a month's worth of detention but also getting headmaster McGonagall, and their parent involved.”
Severus stayed quiet looking at the girl that stood in front of him, his wife that sat next to his had left leaving this matter for them to deal with on their own. He overstepped yet he didn't regret what he did a lesson will be thought to them but he didn't take into consideration that it would impact her. She wasn't the most favorite student it didn't help that her father was the most unliked professor and she happened to have his deminer instead of her mothers.
“I just wish you could see it from my perspective and have some consideration, I love you Dad but I need you to stay out of my matters. Especially situations like this if it was that bad I would have felt with it and not just sat there with my tail between my legs like a lil’ bitch.” she said her voice harsh. It crushed Severus to watch her look at him like that, he just wanted to protect her. Protect her from what he went through but that was a conversation he hadn't desired to talk about with her because he sat there most of the time like a bitch with its tail between its legs and never spoke out about it.
“Sometimes I wish I could lend you my ears lend you my thought and my tears because all the lil’ girl cares about is her parent's approval she doesn't care that you scolded get and gave her detention, and her parents are going the let her walk out of this situation with a tap on the wrist she's not being impacted by this. She will continue to live unaware of others around her because that's how she was raised I could care less about what she had to say about me, yes it pissed me off then but I'm over it why can't you..” she finished her fist clamped together her knuckles white.
“ I- I'm just going to go to my room for the rest of the night... Goodnight..” she grabbed her plate leaving the table.
Severus rubbed his face he was angry with himself it was not like he could just redo that moment. But if he could he would he hated when Zhuri was upset with him, she wanted to be heard at that moment and she was, he crossed a boundary, she wasn't a little girl anymore she was 16 for Merlin's sake.
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Can we have a TW where Snape is your dad and he finds out you’ve been self har!ing again
I Don't Belong
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Severus Snape x Daughter! Reader
Summary: Snape is called to the infirmary because of his daughter.
Warnings: Self-harm Trigger Warning, Mentions of Bullying
A/N: This story works better if you aren't a Slytherin. You don't have to change your house for the story, but I'm just saying it works better that way.
Snape stormed through the infirmary doors. He wore the all-black robe he wore every day.
Hearing the doors slam open, Madam Pomfrey walks up to the professor, stopping him in his tracks. "Professor, may I please talk to you outside?" the small older woman asks quietly.
"What is this? Where is my daughter?" Severus looks over and around the school nurse, in search of his daughter. From what he could see, three beds had become occupied.
Madam Pomfrey tried her best to push the man toward the door he had just walked through. "Please. I will take you to your daughter as soon as I get what I need to say out. It's important," she begged.
Snape looked between the three students. One was sat on the bed, wearing a Hufflepuff uniform. He seemed to have a long scratch down his leg that possibly came from Care of Magical Creatures class. Another student wore a gown as she had been sick for days, and at some point was forced to change due to some sort of accident. The last bed was at the end of the room. A girl laid unconsciously. She wore Y/H/H (Your Hogwarts House) robes. Her messy Y/H/C (Your Hair Color) hair immediately told him where his daughter was. Now knowing his daughter was safe, he gave into the nurse's cries to leave the room.
The two adults carefully slipped out of the large doors. Madam Pomfrey cracked the door, to keep notice of what was going on in the room as she talked to the dark-haired teacher.
"Now, when was the last time you talked to your daughter?" Madam Pomfrey asked.
"What does this have to do with my daughter?" Snape asked, getting angry.
"Just answer the question, Severus."
"Last night. I talked to her right before she went to bed," he answered.
"Do you guys talk normally?"
"Yes- sometimes. If she's with her friends, no. But when she's alone, sure... we talk."
"Has she worn any short sleeves in the past month?"
Snape never thought about what his daughter wore. She mostly wore long sleeve shirts around him, along with matching jeans. Now that he thought about it, he had never seen her in her school uniform. It was always her normal clothes, unless she had class, then she would wear the uniform.
"Now that I think about it... no," Snape says. After that question, Severus became interested in what the woman would say next. It also worried him, considering it is his daughter.
"Well, Y/N's friends found her this morning. She was passed out on her bathroom floor. Ms. Jackson and Ms. Ramsay claim that she was passed out on the floor with a piece of the mirror that had broken off a while back. They said that Y/N had gotten rid of it when it broke, seeing as she was there at the time it happened, but I don't think it was an accident that it broke off."
"And why is that?" Snape asked.
"Because she had old and fresh cuts all up her arms." Madam Pomfrey watched the tall teacher with caution of retaliation. When she saw he wasn't moving, she continued. "She was covered in blood, Severus. She passed out from blood loss."
Severus took a deep breath. He looked the woman in the eyes as he said, "Take me to my daughter." Pomfrey nodded her head, leading the Professor back into the room.
The black-haired man moved from behind the nurse and made his own way to his daughter. He pulled up a chair next to her bed and sat down. He watched as her eyes twitched every once in a while. She was dreaming. "But of what?" he asked himself.
He softly looked down at her body. Seeing that her arm was covered by the blanket placed on top of her, he decided to see if what Madam Pomfrey was saying was true. He slowly, but carefully pulled her arm out.
Y/N's arm was fully wrapped in bandages. Yet, there were some areas that contained blood spots. He assumed that those cuts were so deep that they required stitches. And knowing Pomfrey, he knew she stitched her up with care.
Y/N's eyes twitched once more, but this time she woke up. Snape looked into Y/N's Y/E/C (Your Eye Color) eyes as if he was holding her in his arms for the first time all over again. "Dad?" She grumbled. Snape shushed her soaking in the moment before he learned about his daughter's doings.
"Dad? What am I doing here?" Y/N asked, looking at her father concerned.
"I think you know," he said, holding up Y/N's bandaged arm. Y/N looked down in disappointment. "Why?" Y/N looked back up with tears in her eyes.
"Some Y/H/H students were bullying me. They have been since I was placed there. They tell me that I'm worthless and I should have never been placed in Y/H/H. But this year, the mean comments got worse," Y/N explains.
"That mirror didn't break on its own did it?" Y/N shook her head at the question. She sniffled. "They told me to kill myself, and I guess I took it literally."
Severus pulls his daughter into his arms. He holds her head to his chest. "Why didn't tell me?" he asked.
"I wanted to when it first started, but when they said, "Go cry to your Slytherin daddy like the true Slytherin you are" it made me think that I could handle it on my own without you, but it continued."
Snape didn't talk. He only held the girl closer. He laid his face into her hair, taking in her scent. His eyes filled with tears at the thought of his daughter being bullied right under his nose.
Y/N felt bad that her father had to figure out that she was being bullied like this. She really didn't want him to know. So she sat there, listening to her father cry because of her. She felt her father hold her tighter.
"I'm gonna need names," he said in a low tone. He was still holding her.
Y/N's eyes went wide at what that meant. "Dad?!"
"Names! Now!"
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Chipper and Pleasant - S.Snape
Summary - When she got overwhelmed with the baby, Y/N went to who she knew could help, her husband Severus.
Pairings - Severus Snape x Wife!Reader
Warnings - Stress of a baby, use of Y/N, female reader, Snape is a girl dad
Author's Note - It took a bit because I've been so busy but she's here.
Based off this request from an anon! Thank you for the request!
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The Hogwarts students only knew Severus Snape as a cold-hearted professor whose class was near impossible to pass. Even the other professors thought he was a hard ass but most of them had known why he was such a hard ass as well as cold. There were, however, only a small few people who truly knew Severus, one of them being his wife Y/N.
They had gotten married right out of Hogwarts, Severus never really understanding how love can change a life until he met her. And don’t even get him started on when his daughter was born. Even the students had noticed a slight change in attitude from the professor. They were never able to connect the dots until one day a woman and a baby walked through the great hall during dinner.
Y/N was having a hard time soothing their daughter, no matter what she did she couldn’t get the baby to stop crying. She was desperate and knew that Severus was the one that could calm her in a minute. The wailing of a baby made Severus’ head lift, knowing that it was his baby. He quickly got up and rushed over to his overwhelmed wife, gently taking the baby from her.
“Is she hurt? Are you hurt? Are you girls okay?” Severus rushed out as he cradled his daughter, looking both of his girls over.
“She just won’t stop crying Sev, no matter what I do she just won’t stop. I was just trying to clean the house and she started and I tried to feed her but nothing-”
“Okay, it’s okay love. Relax, take a breath,” He soothed his wife quickly before turning his attention to the baby in his arms. He noticed a tooth poking out from her gums, another right beside it. “I see the problem here. I have just the thing you need, my sweet girl.”
“What is it? She’s okay?”
“Her teeth are coming in, she’s hurting. I had a draught made up and ready for this. Come with me.” The couple was quick to leave the great hall, the second they left the students started to gossip about the scene they had just witnessed. Dumbledore allowed the students to discuss before interrupting.
“May I have your attention please,” He waited for the great hall to fall silent once more, “Thank you. I ask that you allow Professor Snape to tell you about what you have just witnessed rather than start rumors. He will tell you so do not push him to answer questions.”
The next morning, Severus had taken his daughter with him to his first classes to let his wife sleep for once. The baby was sleeping peacefully in a portable crib next to his desk. “Good morning, students. There are a lot of rumors going around so I’m going to debunk them. That woman is my wife and this baby is my child. Simple as that, let’s get on with the lesson.”
The day went by quite quickly, the couple being the main talk of the whole school. Everyone was surprised that Snape was a major softy when it came to his girls. They had never seen the broody professor smile so much, let alone ever. They had never heard him speak gently or with a shred of happiness until his girls showed up. They had started a petition to get his family to stay at Hogwarts with him because he turned out to be so pleasant with them around. The potions master turned out to be a happy man with his family who was there to stay with the go ahead from the headmaster. Severus Snape was no longer known as the broody and cold professor but now the chipper and pleasant professor.
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I Choose Her | Chp: 17
Hermione Granger x Slytherin Fem!Reader
Summary: You are the daughter of two known death eaters from one of the oldest and richest families in the wizarding world. Are you truly prepared to give up everything you know for Hermione Granger?
Pairing: Hermione x Reader
Wordcount: 3.9k
Warnings: plot heavy, a sprinkle of fluff , smut (?) , dark themes
Note: hi! sorry this one took so long i'm not even going to get into it, what's important is that it's finally here lol I'd say there's maybe 2 more chapters left of this story including the epilogue. i'm not too sure yet, but we are definitely nearing the end which is sort of bitter sweet.. but anyway, as always i hope you enjoy this one!
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“Here, this should do.” Hermione states in a hushed tone whilst dragging you behind a pillar to hide.
You stood behind her as she retrieved the cloak of invisibility from her bag, quickly draping it over the both of you.
Hermione pulls you even closer to remain as hidden as possible, so you instinctively wrap your arms around her torso.
You were allowed limited time to devise a plan as Snape summoned all students out of bed, all ordered to assemble in the Great Hall at once.
Harry made the impulsive decision to hide amongst the crowd of students so he may confront the Headmaster. The rest of you are forced to follow his lead, entirely improvising as you go.
Despite yourself, you do hope that Ron has managed to sneak out of the castle in time to fetch the other members of the Order.
The Dark Lord and his followers are expected to march against Hogwarts any minute now, Harry needs all the help he can get.
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Hogwarts always felt vaguely warm and comfortable to you, but now it is dense and inhospitable. You hardly recognised it anymore.
It is consistently hard to catch your breath, and you can't seem to ignore the uncomfortable chill running down your spine.
Hermione's presence being your only source of comfort, during a time that you otherwise found utterly debilitating.
“Well, I don't know about you but this is quite nice. I really wouldn't mind staying like this with you, forever.” You attempt to lighten the mood as you further pressed your front against Hermione's back, earning a light chuckle in response.
“Honestly, I wouldn't mind either.” Hermione leans back slightly allowing you to place a quick kiss on her cheek before standing upright once more.
Your girlfriend keeps her eyes on the large group of students marching past, in anomalous unison. The sounds of their rhythmic footsteps echo through the halls. Not a single word is uttered amongst them.
You can feel Hermione tense against your hold, as if she was trying to fight a similar feeling of deep and inescapable unease.
The final group of students enter through the doors, the large wooden panels shut with a large thud.
Then, it is only silence, you can only hear the sound of your own breathing, the loud thumping of your raised heartbeat in your ears.
“Y/n..” Hermione's voice is a welcomed distraction from the unbearable quiet, it nearly makes you smile.
“Yes, darling.” You respond, the other woman turns slightly so she may look at you as she speaks.
“I've been thinking..” Hermione starts. “It is no use that we find the other Hocruxes if we don't have the means to destroy it.”
Hermione's words make you pause. Truth be told, it hadn't even occurred to you until now. You had been so caught up in trying to locate the next object that you had entirely forgotten you no longer had the sword of Gryffindor in your possession.
“There's no chance we can take back the sword.. not now.” You think aloud, searching your mind for a solution. Hermione releases a groan at that, frustration and defeat. “I know.”
Then it occurs to you, a miraculous solution to your issue, or a shot in the dark, you were not yet certain.
“The Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets..” You trail off, now capturing Hermione's full attention. “What happened to it after Harry slayed it?” You ask, hoping your girlfriend will give you the answer you were looking for.
“Nothing, it's still there, left to decay in the Chamber.” Hermione replies, and a beat passes where nothing is said between you, but your girlfriend manages to catch up to your train of thought anyway.
“If we find a way to the chamber we can retrieve the Basilisk fang from the skeleton and destroy the Hocrux.” Your girlfriend voices the contents of your mind for you.
“With some luck.” You add.
Then, Hermione grins, a look of relief washes over her. Still underneath the cloak Hermione manages to turn around, she loops her arms around your neck, quickly guiding you in for a searing kiss, one that leaves your lips tingling even moments after she has pulled away.
“You are brilliant.” Hermione utters, and this time it is your turn to smile.
“That's all you, my love.” You quip. Watching as Hermione makes a face in contentment before turning away from you once again.
Snape's voice can be faintly heard from where the two of you were standing, you tried to listen but Hermione's kiss ignited something within you. A sudden sense of serenity, now you are convinced that everything will turn out as you plan, as if you weren't currently in imminent danger.
As you held Hermione in your arms you allowed yourself to forget the threat of battle, if only for a few moments.
You can't hardly help the way your hand slips underneath her sweater, you feel her goosebumps forming underneath your touch as your palm grazes her bare stomach.
This only works to urge you on as you carefully part her hair away from her neck, so you may plant gentle kisses against her warm flesh. Hermione's eyes flutter shut at the sensation, and you can hear her breath quickening.
Although, you aren't allowed to carry on for long as she finally places her hand atop yours, removing it from underneath her top.
“Stop distracting me, I am trying to listen.” Hermione scolds, half-heartedly, her tone makes you smirk, a fire threatens to ignite, but you relent.
You could still only make out bits and pieces of what the Headmaster was saying, and nothing coherent.
Soon deciding that you needed to get closer to the doors if you hoped to find out what was going on inside. You observed the lack of teachers roaming the halls, it appears you and Hermione were alone.
“Let's move closer.” You suggest, pulling the cloak off both of you so you may move freely.
“Alright.” Hermione agrees, clutching your hand as you advance forward together.
Through the crack in the door, you are able to spot Snape, on the podium, addressing the students, the Carrows standing by either side of him.
“Punished in a matter consistent with the severity of their transgression.”
“Any person to have knowledge.. who fails to come forward, will be treated as equally guilty.”
You listened as the Headmaster continued hurling his veiled threats towards the group of blameless students. It makes your blood run cold and it appears Hermione felt as equally unsettled by Snape's words.
“Now then, If anyone here has any knowledge of Mr Potter's movements this evening. I invite them to step forward.. now.” Snape's words are met with complete silence, and your belly tightens with nauseating suspense.
The sound of sudden footsteps that echo from behind the two of you breaks the tantalizing quiet. It makes you whirl around in a panic, only for you to spot Ron next to his brother, Shacklebolt behind him and then the rest of the Order.
“What's going on?” Ron asks, looking between you and Hermione, and you merely hold your hand up to silence him as Hermione continues peeking through the crack.
The next thing that can be heard is a mass of gasps coming from the other side of the doors, students muttering amongst themselves. Before you can question it, the sound of Harry's voice validates your anxiety.
You freeze, whereas Hermione merely steps forward, bracing her hand against the door, as if prepared to push it open, ready to come to Harry's defense.
“It seems, despite your exhaustive defensive strategies, you seem to have a bit of a security problem, Headmaster.” Harry's voice can be heard clearly as Hermione pushes the wooden doors open, you along with the rest of the Order follow her lead, now wands in hand, entering the hall as a group.
All eyes are now on you, more gasps in disbelief as you all stood behind Harry.
You then make the mistake of letting your eyes wander, it doesn't take long before you catch Pansy's gaze. Her stare, hardened and unforgiving enough to make you look away in an instant. You decide to focus your attention ahead.
Harry's harsh voice makes the walls in the hall vibrate.
“How dare you stand where he stood? Tell them how it happened that night, tell them how you look him in the eye, a man who trusted you and killed him.”
Harry continues to taunt the Headmaster, all he is granted with is silence, for a long moment, until Snape retrieves his wand.
He points it at Harry but before The Chosen One is allowed a chance to properly react, he is shoved out of the way, Professor McGonagall shielding him with her person.
It all happens quickly, the Professor flings spell after spell at the Headmaster, and everyone can merely observe with bated breaths as Snape deflected every blow.
The Headmaster lifts his wand to shield himself but this time the curse rebounds. As a result, the Carrows fall, unconscious.
Professor McGonagall steps closer but before she can attack once again, Snape is no longer upright as he quickly transfigures into a black mass, apparating out of the window behind him. The broken glass falls with a large crash.
A stunned silence before an eruption of cheers from the bystanders. Celebrating the Professor's triumph.
Hermione glances at you with a similar look of relief, but the both of you recognize that it is fleeting.
Just as you expected, the moment of joy is over as quickly as it began. The mark on your arm, what was a dull ache turns into a searing pain, so sudden and paralyzing that it knocks you to the ground, still clutching your arm.
Hermione rushes to your side, but before she can attempt to question what was wrong Harry can also be seen collapsing onto the floor in front of you.
You catch a glimpse of Hermione's panicked expression, she turns to her best friend and then to you. Your girlfriend attempts to speak to you but you cannot hear her.
The pain in your arm has now spread, you shut your eyes tightly as you endured it. The hall grows dark once again, stagnant and cold. A spine chilling voice of the Dark Lord echoes through the air, easily distinguishable and unsettling.
Soon there is a mass of screams coming from each corner of the room, students plugging their ears in terror.
Lord Voldermort aims to convey a message; a threat.
Hermione is holding you tightly against her own body, the pain in your arm is finally reduced to a dull ache once again.
“I know that many of you will want to fight, some of you may even think that to fight is wise, but this is folly.”
“Give me Harry Potter, do this and none shall be harmed. Give me Harry Potter, and I shall leave Hogwarts untouched. Give me Harry Potter and you will be rewarded.”
“You have one hour.”
The Dark Lord's attempt to entice has merely immobilized everyone for a prolonged moment.
You finally get back on your feet, Hermione does not let go of you still. “Are you alright?” She manages to find the words and you only nod in response.
As you glanced around the room, you realized that once again, all eyes are on Harry. This time the stares are hostile, some uncertain, others, plain terror.
Pansy's voice is first to break the tense stillness. “What are you waiting for? Someone grab him.” She points to The Chosen One.
Ginny is first to step in front of Harry, followed by Ron, Hermione, yourself and the rest of the Order follow suit.
As Pansy catches your stare again she scoffs, this time your hardened expression mirrors her own.
“Mr Filch, if you would, I would like you to please escort Ms Parkinson and the rest of Slytherin house from the hall.” Professor McGonagall orders the caretaker of the castle.
The man emerges from the crowd, his tired long haired cat in his arms. “Where exactly will I be leading them to, Maam?” He asks.
“The dungeons would do.” The Professor quickly states. This makes Hermione reach down to hold your hand once again, you respond by intertwining your fingers.
There was more sudden applause from the students as they celebrated Mr Filch leading the other Slytherins out of the hall.
As expected, you notice Pansy walking towards you, and you make the hasty decision to turn away so you could hopefully avoid her. However, you don't get the chance to try as she gets close enough to grab your collar harshly, then you react on instinct, getting a tight hold on her wrist.
“Fucking traitor.” She hisses, the sudden nature of the interaction makes you wince.
You open your mouth to speak but Hermione quickly steps in. “Let go of her, or I swear you will be leaving this hall with no hands.” There is enough vitriol in her voice to make anyone cower, but Pansy was not yet done, in fact she barely acknowledges your girlfriend at all.
“If I had known you were with your muggle pet this entire time..” Pansy trails off, she shakes her head slightly, repulsed.
“You're an embarrassment. I can hardly believe I ever considered you a friend.” Pansy retorts.
The same Pansy you have known since first year. You can't help the pang in your chest, her words manage to graze you.
She grants you a scowl before storming off, Blaise follows immediately after her, having listened to the entire interaction. He bumps his own shoulder against yours before slipping past, purposefully setting you off balance.
You held your tongue, reminding yourself to remain calm.
When you turn to Hermione once more the look plastered on her face makes you ache. She recognizes your hurt, and she can't help but feel it too. “Y/n–” She starts but you quickly interject with a change of topic.
“I have half a mind to carve this thing out of me.” You quip, only partly joking. The dark mark now stifled by your sleeve.
Your joke doesn't translate, in fact it only urges Hermione to worry about you more. “You will do no such thing.” She warns with furrowed brows as she reaches up to fix the collar of your shirt, badly creased from Pansy's fury.
Hermione's own wrath yet to dissipate, you feel it in the way her hand trembles.
You smile faintly at her in gratitude, in an endless sea of chaos, she is your helm.
As the rest of the students begin clearing the hall, Harry rushes past as well, urging Ron, y/n and Hermione to follow. “Come on.” He exclaims without looking back.
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Terror pollutes the air surrounding Hogwarts, contagious and unrelenting. It infects everyone, guiding and inspiring frantic behaviour.
As all the Professors remain in the outer courtyard, securing the castle, students are left indoors to their own devices. Everyone is pushing, shoving. Coming and going. No one knows what to do, the only thing that's certain is that fear hangs over them a dark cloud enveloping all.
“Harry, wait!” Hermione exclaims, trying to get her friend's attention but dark haired man barrels forward, Ron by his side.
Your finally manage to catch up to him, Hermione tugs on Harry's arm, forcefully urging him to look at her.
“I've had an idea– well really it's Y/n's idea it's completely brilliant.” Hermione gestures towards you as she raises her voice slightly so she may be heard over the commotion.
Harry stares at you, inquisitive yet impatient so you decide speak quickly. “It doesn't matter if we find the Hocrux unless we can destroy it.” You say.
“You destroyed Tom Riddle's diary with the Basilisk fang, right?” You question rhetorically but Harry nods regardless.
“Well, Hermione and I think we know where we might find one.” You add vaguely, a precaution against prying ears.
“Okay, fine– but take this” Harry seems only half present in the conversation now, he is not even looking at you as he retrieves the Marauder's Map from his pocket.
You grab the bit of parchment, admittedly perplexed by his response. “That way you can find me when you get back.” Harry explains and you nod.
The Chosen One turns to continue up the stairs without looking back, Ron blindly trails after him, it seems asking Harry questions now will only slow them down.
“Where are you two going?” Hermione on the other hand cannot contain her curiosity.
“Ravenclaw Common Room. We've got to start somewhere.” He explains, practically shouting above the clamour.
As Ron and Harry dissapear into the crowd
Hermione quickly intertwines your hand with her own, dragging you up the stairs in the opposite direction. “Come on, this way.”
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The girl's lavatory remained vacant as you both made your way down the long winding slope, a pile of something soft breaks your harsh landing, in the darkness you are not able to make out what it might be.
The chamber was dark, every surface caked with dust, you can feel it in your lungs everytime you took a breath. No doubt the chambers has been left entirely untouched since the event all those years ago.
Every step you took echoed towards the void, the faint noise of critters scampering on the walls was enough to unsettle you.
“Lumos.” Hermione says with her wand in hand, illuminating your path. It was only then you had the sense to do the same with your own.
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You finally get to the entrance but only to realize it is locked, intricate stone carvings of serpents mounted proudly on the door; a warning.
You inspect it carefully, but there is no visible keyhole any clues of how to unlock it.
Hermione bravely places her hands upon it, a feeble attempt to pry the heavy door open, but it is no use.
She sighs, exasperated.
“Any ideas?” Hermione looks to you, desperate.
You remained silent as you deliberated, your first instinct was to enter with force, throw a curse large enough to hopefully break apart the stone door atleast enough for the both of you to fit through.
That plan does not come without it's risks, you set it aside for now.
You begin considering other solutions, and naturally your mind involuntarily turns to the events surrounding the chamber of secrets all those years ago, your second year at Hogwarts.
The perpetual anxiety that plagued you, and every other student in the castle. Everyday, the Basilisk claimed a new victim and for several weeks, you were only allowed to wonder who it might choose next.
You distinctly recall the way Draco reacted to it all, how he insisted on learning parseltongue so he could gain control of the beast. Feeding into the widespread fear that Harry was the true heir of Slytherin. That he would target him next if he did not learn how to defend himself.
Countless nights where your best friend would stay up memorizing phrases in parseltongue, certain that he would then gain the ability to control the beast if it ever came after him.
Whether he was driven by jealousy or plain and simple fear is unclear, but Draco's relentless efforts, as a result, forcefully imprinted the unfamiliar dialect into your vocabulary.
Although, time certainly did it's duty, and now you are only able to recall certain words.
You wonder if it will perhaps still be enough to possibly unlock the door to the chamber.
“I have an idea, but it might not work.” You reply, although entirely lacking confidence.
Hermione doesn't share your doubts, she nods assuredly eventhough she has no notion of what you intend to do. “Go on then.”
You speak the words ‘door’, ‘snake’, and ‘open’ in parseltongue. With your limited knowledge, you cannot hope to form a complete sentence, but luckily enough, the chamber unlocks. The heavy door opens, wide and eerily inviting.
Hermione stares at you wide-eyed in bewilderment. “How–” She tries but you only start forward towards the door.
“Long story– if we survive this I'll tell you all about it.” You quip as you made way for Hermione to step inside before you.
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As it seems your streak of luck has yet to wear off as you succeed in extracting the Basilisk fang. It was just as Hermione said, all flesh has rotted away, now what was left of the beast was only it's skeleton, set to fossilise with time.
The both of you stood unmoving, hovering over the Hufflepuff cup, readying yourselves for the next step. “You do it.” You extend your arm so Hermione may grab the fang but she quickly shakes her head in protest.
“No, I can't.” She admits but your gaze doesn't falter, courteous and true, you grab her hand.
“Yes, you can.” You state, lightly forcing the fang into her grasp, and she remains hesitant but accepts it anyway.
“I'll be right here if anything happens.” You reassure with a gentle hand on her shoulder.
Hermione moves to crouch next to the cup and you do the same, holding it in place.
Your girlfriend glances at you a last time for reassurance and you can only nod. As Hermione lifts her arm with the Basilisk fang in hand, you hold your breath.
In an instant she brings her arm straight down, the tip of the sharp tooth proved sturdy enough to pierce through the ancient relic. The Hufflepuff Cup begins spinning uncontrollably, as if trying to escape the cause of its injury.
Then, the room awakens, the body of water once still on either sides of the pathway you stood suddenly rises in anger.
The water continues to twist and shape itself into a horrifying sight, the same vision of Voldermort that tormented you when you destroyed the locket.
You grab Hermione's hand, pulling her away from danger, but the being follows you until there was nowhere else to run, you fish out your wand from your pocket but before you can attempt anything, water crashes down onto the both of you.
You are soaked and breathless, but the room was asleep once more. It is over.
Another Horcrux is destroyed, and air sharply fills your lungs. “You did it.” You state with true relief and Hermione doesn't respond, not with words.
In one large stride she is directly infront if you, her lips against yours. The kiss shocks your entire system. Open-mouthed, and aguished. Her hand is firmly against the nape of your neck, Hermione melts within your embrace and you react all the same. Before you can protest or question further, your girlfriend pulls away.
You stare at her, dazed and almost in a trance, consumed in everything and all Hermione. You nearly fail to notice the fact that she was removing her shoes, and then her jacket.
“What are you doing?” You remain staring at her, now with a hint of amusement, but mainly awe.
“We might die today.” Hermione states plainly, the nature of her words do not match her tone.
You observed as she removed her top, now leaving her in only her jeans and bra. She approaches you again, her hands slipping underneath your shirt, warm touch against damp skin makes you shiver in anticipation.
Then you feel her soft lips against the shell of your ear, and soon your jaw. “When I take my last breath I want to remember what it feels like to be with you.. all of you.” Hermione utters, her hands already moving to undo your belt.
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Speak now (Marauders' version) Masterlist
Hi! this is the first time I'm posting in the Marauders fandom, and as my formal application I decided to write a series of different one-shots and drabbles based on Speak now :)
Therefore I present to you: Speak now (Marauders' version), in which each song has its own piece of writing for a diffent marauders era character.
Here is the masterlist, I'll be uploading it weekly, (at least once a week). First piece of writing will be up tomorrow.
Some clarifications: reader is fem! unless stated differently. English is not my first lenguage, so some mistakes are bound to happen, if you spot any don't hesitate to politely reach out.
If you want to be added to the taglist send me a message or ask!
Mine - Remus x reader
Remus swears he's never been more in love.
"Flash forwards and we're takin' on the word together, and there's a drawer of my thing at your place"
"You are the best thing, That's ever been mine"
Domestic fluff
Sparks fly - Sirius x Pure blood Slytherin!reader + What happened after.
Dating a Black was not the problem, the problem was that is Sirius, a known bloodtraitor.
“I run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild.
Just keep on keeping your eyes on me, it's just wrong enough to make it feel right”
Hurt/comfort
Back to december - Remus x reader
Remus feels like he will regret that night the rest of his life, the marauders convince him to do something about it.
“So this is me swallowing my pride standing in front of you, Saying I'm sorry for that night"
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you. Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine”
Hurt comfort, second chance romance
Speak now - James x Malfoy!reader
If the marauders are against something, its agaisnt pureblood families ideologies. Sometimes that implies to wreak havoc on a white veil occasion.
“So don't say yes, run away now, I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door. Don't wait, or say a single vow, You need to hear me out”
Hurt/comfort, Fluff, arranged marriage
Dear John - Regulus x reader
Maybe you should have listened to your best friend's warning about Regulus, you didn't. Now you just have to deal with the consequences.
“Maybe it's you and your sick need To give love then take it away. And you'll add my name to your long list of traitors, Who don't understand"
"And I'll look back and regret. I ignored when they said, "Run as fast as you can"
Angst
Mean - Lily x reader
You had some words you'd like to say to Snape after he insulted the kindest girl you've ever met
"All you are is mean. And a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life"
Hurt/comfort
The story of us - Sirius x reader
Sometimes your relationship with Sirius looked like a contest of who could be more prideful, but this time it's gone too far and all you want is to have him back.
"This is looking like a contest, of who can act like they care less. But I liked it more when you were on my side, the battle's in your hands now."
Angst, fluff
Never grow up - Wolfstar x daughther!reader (No voldy au)
Remus and Sirius watch their daughter grow up and wish she could stay as their little girl forever.
“Don't you ever grow up, it could stay this simple. I won't let nobody hurt you, won't let no one break your heart. And no one will desert you, Just try to never grow up, never grow up”
Fluff
Enchanted - Remus x reader (Soulmate au)
As soon as you saw him walking through the door you knew you'd love him forever. His first words only verified it.
Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?". Across the room, your silhouette, Starts to make its way to me
The playful conversation starts, Counter all your quick remarks Like passing notes in secrecy. And it was enchanting to meet you”
Fluff
Better than revenge - James Potter x reader
Maybe fake dating your ex's best friend wasn't the best way of getting revenge
"The story starts when it was hot and it was summer, and
I had it all, I had him right there where I wanted him
She came along, got him alone, and let's hear the applause
She took him faster than you can say"Sabotage""
Fake dating
Innocent - Regulus x reader
After he realized what his parents have done Regulus can't help but breakdown, good thing you are there for him.
“Did some things you can't speak of, But at night you live it all again. You wouldn't be shattered on the floor now, If only you had seen what you know now then"
Hurt/comfort
Haunted - Remus x reader
Remus' worlds shifts entirely when his worst nightmare becomes true and he isn't sure if he is ever going to be able to look at you again when he is sure he has destroyed your life.
“Something's gone terribly wrong, You're all I wanted.Come on, come on, don't leave me like this, I thought I had you figured out
Can't breathe whenever you're gone, Can't turn back now, I'm haunted”
angst hurt/comfort
Last Kiss - Sirius x reader
Breaking up with sirius was the hardest thing you've ever done. You can't help but miss the way his lips felt against yours.
"I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets. How you'd kiss me when I was in the middle of saying something, There's not a day I don't miss those rude interruptions”
Angst
Long live - poly!Marauders x reader (Band!Au)
All your hard work as a band has led you and the boys to this moment, nominated as the best new artist and attending one of the most prestigius galas in the music industry.
“I passed the pictures around, Of all the years that we stood there, On the sidelines wishing for right now
When they gave us our trophies, And we held them up for our town, and The Cynics were outragedScreaming, "This is absurd!"”
Fluff
Ours - James x reader (Band!Au)
When people start to comment on James' personality is your job to make sure he knows how much he means to everyone, but specifically how much he means to you.
“So don't you worry your pretty, little mind. People throw rocks at things that shine
And life makes love look hard, The stakes are high, the water's rough. But this love is ours”
Hurt/comfort
Superman - Remus x reader (Spiderman!Au)
Remus worries that his girlfriend will leave him when she learns the truth. You worry he is too oblivious to realize you already know.
"I'll be right here on the ground, When you come back down. Tall, dark and beautiful.
He's complicated, he's irrational, But I hope someday he'll take me away, And save the day
fluff
From the vault tracks
Electric touch - Sirius x reader (College!Au)
Your friends are tired of telling you that he is going to break your heart. You'd let Sirius gamble with your heart as long as the chance of hapiness is there.
“All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life. Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life
And I want you now, wanna need you forever. In the heat of your electric touch”
When Emma falls in love - James x reader
You navigate what's like to be in love with James
'Cause when Emma falls in love, she's in it for keeps
She won't walk away unless she knows she absolutely has to leave”
fluff Hurt/comfort
I can see you - Remus x reader
As much as you hated him, you couldn't deny his natural charm and the way he seemed to have a magnetic field around him that made you gravitate towards him, once and once again.
“Passed me a note sayin’, "Meet me tonight", Then we kiss and you know I won't ever tell.
And I could see you being my addiction, You can see me as a secret mission. Hide away and I will start behaving myself"
Rivals to lover
Castles crumbling - Regulus x reader (Royal Au)
You loved him more than anything, you were the best thing that ever happened to him. But your love is impossible and forbidden. When he doesn't have anything left he runs to you, wondering if you'll love him now.
“And I feel like my castle's crumbling down
And I watch all my bridges burn to the ground
And you don't want to know me, I will just let you down
You don't wanna know me now”
Hurt/comfort, forbidden romace, fluff
Foolish one - Peter x reader
Peter is used to being the second chance, but he can't help but feel betrayed when his bestfriend and crush starts to get closer to Sirius.
"Foolish one, Stop checking your mailbox for confessions of love
That ain't never gonna come
You will learn the hard way instead of just walkin' out"
Hurt/comfort
Timeless - James x reader (Soulmate!Au)
James and you are fated to find each other in every life you live. "Cause I believe that we were supposed to find this, So even in a different life
You still would've been mine. We would've been timeless"
Fluff
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