#what Hogwarts house is for the babygirls?

[sillylittlestan]

Harry after marrying his best friend’s sister and naming their child after his abusive teacher:

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[schumaclerc]

i want to study mick under a microscope. or keep him in a jar with sticks and leaves like a bug

#riel.txt #babygirl what is so scary ab telling us ur hogwarts house #also ur taste in movies is atrocious

[sacredsnape]

I love your writing. ❤️❤️

Some romantic headcanons/one shot/whatever: Sev and her have 2 kids and another on the way. And he buy a big manor near London as surprise and thanks to their family for giving him maening to his life.

Thanks darling 💖

thank you for loving my writing, it really means a lot to me c:

summary: snape has had a very tough life but you've made up for it, giving him so much joy, love, and the family he's always wanted, and he finds the ultimate way to repay you.

snape lives!au, post battle of hogwarts

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of a near death experience

link to masterlist

you've nearly lost snape plenty of times over the years - whether it was from him having his life threatened by other death eaters, or barely surviving nagini's venom during the battle of hogwarts - you've learned to hold snape closer than ever to your heart.

when you had first heard about him nearly dying during the battle, you completely broke, stunned that you had come so close to losing the man you loved.

what made you even more emotional was that you were carrying yours and snape's first child at the time, and it broke you to think that your child could've possibly grown up without a father.

snape ultimately survived yet he was plagued by survivor's guilt and paranoia, which you helped him through. to snape, you were like a lifesaver, and you helped keep him sane as he healed both mentally and physically.

today, you and snape had two children - daughters ages two and three. your third child, another girl, would be arriving in just a few weeks and snape was so excited that it was all he could talk about these days.

"i think we should continue with the theme of nature related names," snape told you one night as you and him laid in bed, his warm hands soothingly rubbing your baby bump. "we already have juniper and aspen ...how about daisy? daisy would be cute."

"daisy sounds lovely," you agreed with a smile. "let me guess, you're going to buy her her own little cloak so she can match with you, like how you did with juniper and aspen."

"obviously," snape chuckled, gasping when he suddenly felt your babygirl kick. "i'm going to assume that her kick means that she's eager to match with her daddy."

he then yawned, cuddling closer you. snape often found himself getting really sleepy around you, especially out of nowhere. he once heard that it was because his inner child felt safe around you, which he strongly believed to be the case.

"sleep, my prince," you whispered to snape as you stroked his beautiful, thick hair. "you had a long day today."

snape sleepily mumbled something in response that you couldn't quite catch, slowly pressing a kiss to your neck before sighing happily.

you kept carding your fingers through his hair until you fell asleep yourself, having wonderful dreams full of snape.

---

you woke up the next morning to find the bed empty.

confused, you got out of bed, wondering where snape could've gone. you glanced over at the alarm clock and saw that it was a quarter to seven; the kids would be getting up any minute now.

just like you predicted, you heard the soft patter of your daughters' footsteps trekking down the hallway. you smiled and joined them in the hallway, grabbing both of their hands and taking them to the bathroom so you all could get ready for the day.

you heard the front door close and poked your head out of the bathroom, seeing snape walking inside the house with a big smile on his face.

"where were you?" you asked your husband as he walked over to you and the girls, who instantly left your side to go greet him.

snape grinned down at them and scooped them up into his arms, kissing their foreheads before replying, "somewhere. it's um...a surprise. you and the girls should get something to eat to go."

you raised your eyebrows at him and shrugged, nodding. snape wasn't usually one to plan surprises, so you were curious to see what he had in store.

snape didn't eat anything until you convinced him to; he was too excited to eat much, so he just had some toast and an apple.

you, snape, and the girls traveled using a ministry registered vehicle. neither you or snape wanted the girls to travel using the floo network or a portkey until they were older, and it was lucky that you and snape both knew how to drive.

"it's not far from here," snape told you as he helped you buckle juniper and aspen into their car seats, kissing their foreheads again.

you kissed their foreheads as well before getting into the passenger's seat, which snape had enchanted to be extra roomy for your baby bump.

"can i have a hint as to where we're going?" you hopefully asked snape as he started the engine.

"nope," snape bluntly said, causing you to frown. he then smiled at you and said, "it's worth waiting for."

"it better be," you teased him as snape pulled out of the driveway. he side eyed you and then laughed, glancing at the rear view mirror, seeing that juniper and aspen were busy playing with their mini broomsticks and making them zoom around the backseat.

snape was right; it wasn't too far at all. about a few minutes before you arrived, snape told you and the girls to close your eyes. of course, juniper and aspen started asking a dozen questions about why they had to close their eyes, but they did it anyways.

you felt the car come to a halt and heard fhe car doors open, feeling snape grab your hands and get you outside before he did the same with juniper and aspen.

snape carefully walked you and the girls down the path leading to your new home, smiling widely as he positioned the three of you in front of it.

"okay, you can open your eyes now," snape happily said, and you opened your eyes to reveal an elegant manor standing before you.

juniper and aspen immediately made a beeline for the swing set sitting in the front garden, giggling with joy.

"sev," you softly said, reaching for his hands and holding, feeling tears gathering in your eyes. "when did you buy this?"

"last month," he excitedly told you. "i left early this morning to come and double check that everything was ready."

"sev," you said again, too amazed to say anything more. you tightly hugged him, smiling into his neck.

"it's my way of thanking you and the girls for making me so happy and giving me a reason to keep going," he said to you, causing you to pull back from his neck.

"oh gosh, i love you so much," you grinned, dabbing your eyes with your sleeve. "i can't wait to raise our family here."

snape kissed your forehead several times and nodded in agreement, resting his chin on the top of your head as he happily watched juniper and aspen play before you and him joined them.

#severus snape #snape content #snape love #snape imagines #snape one shot #professor snape #snape fanart #snape fanfiction #snape fic #hogwarts #snape fluff #pro severus snape #pro snape #anti snaters #snapedom #snape community

[mebiselfandi]

😮😮😮

What do you think you fav footballers' Hogwarts houses are?

Okay okay finally getting around to this one.

Hufflepuff💛:

Luka Modric - this man is the textbook definition of a kind soul. He’s patient and he’s willing to call people out when they aren’t being nice. I would put him into Gryffindor but I think he’s more of a Hufflepuff. Kindness, patience and hard work are his virtues. His humility is endless and plus he’s just too cute. Resident bbg.

Kun - loyal to the end. I couldn’t figure where to place him then realized it’s because he’s a Hufflepuff. Admittedly almost put him in Slytherin. But no this is where he belongs. This man is the definition on sunshine and devotion. Even when he wasn’t playing he was right there for his teammates celebrating with them. He has a kind heart and he’s an all around sweetheart. Wish I got to see him play💔

Gryffindor❤️:

Vini Jr - headstrong, unmoving, ready to throw hands. He’s a Gryffindor no two ways about it. Ironically I seriously struggled placing him cause he definitely has Slytherin vibes from the way he plays (not in a Slytherin is bad way but like he’s gonna do everything to win). But I think personality wise, he’s very Gryffindor coded. Die hard for his friends and stubborn to the end.

Lionel Messi - I think Leo is definitely very smart, in terms of playing style he’d be a Ravenclaw and I put him there initially but upon careful consideration this man is a Gryffindor through and through. Bravery, determination and leadership. He’s courage personified and although being more level headed than the average Gryffindor, he definitely gives off the vibes of one.

Neymar - probably your most text book example of what it means to be a Gryffindor. He’s too stubborn for his own good. He’s too fiery for the media. Too much too everything. But that’s what makes him him. He’s courageous. He always gets back up and he always tries his very best. He’d do anything for those closest to him and defend them to the death. However he will ignore yo for eternity if manage to piss him off. Yes he’s red and gold to me.

Slytherin💚:

Kylian Mbappé - okay, babygirlism aside, I think one of his defining characteristics is how much he loves to win and how competitive he is. His ambition and thirst for success are off the charts. He’d do anything to win and especially when he’s with his nt, he gets to show how resourceful he is. Which is why him choosing to stay at psg is always ???

Ravenclaw💙:

Thiago Silva - intelligence, wit and integrity. I have never seen this man once be humbled. He’s smart, quick on his feet and level headed. He’d almost be a Gryffindor but I don’t think he’s unhinged enough to get there. He also seems like the kind of guy who always has the answer to a problem or will at least try to find one. So yes most definitely Ravenclaw.

#can you guys guess which house I am🤭 #feel free to argue if you think otherwise. I love friendly discord #I only did my main chicks #but I could go further if you want anon #anon asks🥰 #also neymessi both being Gryffindor’s just made me realize a lot #neymar #leo messi #vini jr #kun agüero #thiago silva #kylian mbappe #luka modric #my babies #football #Harry Potter

[rollercoasterwords]

so like i think you mentioned smth about the uwufucation of like “bad” characters and i agree. i see sm about this and how it’s “disgusting” and like i saw someone specially talk about orion and how he’s an abuser that how it’s insensitive to victims and like, what do you think? bc i think ppl now have a hard time separating fiction for lack of better world and make everything like you said about morality and while i see where people are coming from i just don’t agree.

assuming u are talking about these posts--yes lol i have talked a bit about the uwuification of canon "bad guys." have not seen this discussion about orion being an abuser so much as i've seen people complaining about wlw rep, but i can imagine how that conversation goes.

i guess what i have to say about all that is that to me, the primary ~sin~ with the uwuification of bad characters is not so much anything to do with the ethics and morals of the characters themselves, because this is fanfiction and it's not that serious and also if someone is plucking out, say, barty crouch jr. and placing him an au where death eaters don't even exist, then it's like...well all the bad stuff about him doesn't even exist anymore, does it? so to me, the primary sin is simply that i think it's boring!

like. if u are, in fact, taking a character like orion and babygirlifying him by going "i am going to make him something that is not a shitty parent, the one thing he is in canon" then...well boys what are we left with here. if u take the character out of the character then i'm afraid all we've got is a name on paper. sure u can fill that name in with whatever u want but if what u want is just a babygirl...i'm sorry but that's boring to me. like why would i care about this character whose only trait is that he's a shitty parent if ur taking him and going "yeah but he's not a shitty parent in my story!!" like ok....well what is he then. a pinterest board? a twitter thread of his star sign and hogwarts house and favorite color? like there's nothing Morally Wrong with doing that if it's what u wanna do but....well. it is boring. which is perhaps the worst sin u can commit in my court and is grounds for immediate execution by order of the king <3

#ask #ranting and raving

[roseseafoam]

What is your Hogwarts house?

Babygirl I am 29…

#In fairness to you: only book I read was Order of the Phoenix #it wasn’t awful but I wasn’t surrounded by people obsessed with those books so I never got into it #some really hot guy I liked convinced me to make an account with that one official site and for the life of me #I don’t remember what house I was in #the asks I get are so random I love it

[endlessly-cursed]

HL- Lady Primrose Gray

"𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚."

Name: Primrose Sabrina Gray

Nicknames: Prim (by everybody) 

Birthdate: 18th of July, 1881

Zodiac Sign: Cancer

Personality Type (MBTI): ISTJ

Blood Status: Half-blood

Nationality: British

Physical Appearance

Hair: Black 

Eyes: Blue

Height: 1'58m

Weight: 54kg

Body Type: Slim 

Skin Tone: Caucasian

Distinguishing Marks (scars, birthmarks, etc.): 

Primrose has a small birthmark on the back of her shoulder, a small splash of white wine

Primrose has a small scar on her chest where she was attacked with the Cruciatus Curse when she was 18 

Background

Hometown

Winbourne village. The young lady grew up with everything handed to her and many rules of polite society: she’d marry someone of rank that she found pleasing enough and carry on being a Viscountess on her 20th birthday, after her debut in the London Season. 

However, life at court was shallow and lonely, and most of the time she found herself bored without her best and only friend Prince Henry of Alderly and the daughters of the tennats. Her life changed when her Hogwarts letter came, thing that overjoyed Lord Gray greatly. 

Family

Mother: Victoria Augusta Gray neé Somserset 

The diamond of the Season at the time, she was a muggleborn lady, only surviving daughter of the Viscount Somserset after her older brother George was killed in the wars against liberalism. Smart, witty and resourceful, and one of the most desired women of England, at the age of 11 her Hogwarts letter came, shocking everyone in the family. What made the Viscount send her there was the fact that new Duke of Buckingham had an ultimatum over the viscount and the safest option was to send Victoria to Hogwarts and not only she survived there, she thrived, excelling at Potions and History of Magic. She was sorted into Ravenclaw 

On her sixth year she started courting the infamous Vincent Gray, a half-blood boy who had gained fame by the tragedy of his family, and they were engaged months later. They married on the summer of 1879. Soon after the wedding night, Victoria found herself pregnant, but she miscarried it. In 1880, determined to have a child at least, she fell pregnant again and gave birth to her daughter, Primrose Sabrina Gray on the 15th of 1881, a day after the birth of the Duke of Alderly’s son, Prince Henry. In 1882, 1884 y 1888 she fell pregnant again, but all of them miscarried and the doctor forbid her to conceive any child again. This saddened her, but knew that above her dream of a family as big as the Queen’s, was her babygirl’s wellbeing. 

Father: Vincent Joseph Gray 

The only son of Demelza Gray and Ernst Gray, he grew up being the apple of his parent’s eyes, and while they were not rich, they lived a comfortable life. His father was a muggleborn and his mother was a pureblood. He was sorted into Slytherin and was known for being a potential Curse-Breaker, and that seemed to be his path when he met Lady Victoria Somerset, and he fell instantly for her. Though it was difficult due to his fame as a rake. A few months later he proposed to her and married her on summer 1879, and soon he found out he was about to be a father; however, Victoria miscarried the baby, which drew them both to a depression, but Victoria did not give up on having a child together, and soon in 1881 his only child, his daughter Primrose Sabrina Gray was born, and she turned into his favourite person in the world, his babygirl. In 1882, 1884 & 1888 the couple tried for a second child at least, but they all ended up in two miscarriages and a stillborn son, which made the family doctor to forbid the Viscountess to conceive any other child and the couple focused on their daughter. 

Hogwarts

House: Ravenclaw 

Best Class: Transfiguration

Worst Class: Herbology

Boggart: She falling into oblivion 

Riddikulus: She falls instead on a bunk bed that squeaks rather loudly and high-pitched 

Patronus: A polar bear (11-15) Abraxan (16-death) 

Patronus Memory: Her mother telling her she’s her biggest pride and gift

Mirror of Erised: Being a famous and loved Viscountess 

Amortentia (what she smells like): old books, cherries, eau de cologne and freshly made pie

Amortentia (what she smells): wintery forest, kladdkaka, broom-polish

Career

11–18: Hogwarts Student

19–30: Full time Viscountess and stay at home mother

30–48: Minister of Magic

48–60: Author

63–Death: Retiree

Personality & Attitude: Primrose is witty, opinionated, head-strong, steadfast, picky, logical, wary of everybody and unapologetic 

Priorities: Her viscounty and legacy, her studies and career-wise ambitions

Strengths: Witty, perseverant, logical, kind, caring and just

Weaknesses: Picky, wary of everybody, hot-tempered, stubborn and too opinionated

Stressed: When her loved ones are in danger, OWLs and NEWTs season, when outside of her viscounty for long. 

Calm/Comforted: In the arms of her loved ones, playing the piano, singing, dancing with her friends, eating in her comfort restaurant 

Favorites: Her comfort dessert, dancing in the rain, munching cherries on her orchard that was named after her and running across a field barefoot

Colors: Royal blue, golden, pink pastel 

Weather: Sunny with a light breeze 

Hobbies: Reading, writing poetry, playing the piano, practising magic, dancing and learning philosophy 

Fashion: Primrose’s fashion sense is always according to her status, though she has been known to have a disguise that can fool anybody. She’s one of the best dressed girls in Hogwarts and the best dressed in Ravenclaw, and gives the Slytherin trio a run for their money 

Relationships

Significant Other/Love Interest: Malcolm Stolberg-Burke ( @gaygryffindorgal ​) husband 

Malcolm was the future Earl of Harrendale, and thus knew Lady Gray from infancy, though they wouldn’t connect until their time at Hogwarts. For the start, they moved in different circles. Though the moment their peers mixed, the got closer and soon started to interact more... to the point where they slowly fell in love with the other, though they thought the other didn’t reciprocate and Primrose was the one to propose a marriage of convenience: she had gained power in both their worlds and he was of high rank and with the S28 on his side. 

Soon, during the engagement, volumes of yearning and pining over the other couldn’t be missed, and Malcolm was an anchor to her when her mother died in 1899. In 1900 they married, and they grew anxious over what came next. 

During their wedding night, Primrose was the one to ask if he had any fondness for her so this marriage could work, which resulted in them sharing those three words and the night was a success, producing in Primrose being pregnant with their first child, a son, Vincent Alexander Somerset. It was agreed that Primrose and Malcolm would still have their maid and bachelor’s name, but their children would have her name and his own, though only in paper so one of their children would be able to legally clame Harrendale. Their house was then Somerset-Burke and Stolberg. 

Years passed and the Viscountess gave birth to a child every two years, and as the children came, the more the love and affection for the other grew. Though in 1914, the Great War, that would pass to history as World War One, erupted and Malcolm was soon called to the lines. He bid his family a teary goodbye. 

But life at the trench was unbearable, with the hunger, cold and boredom taking over him. In 1916, the Viscountess, resolved in making sure her husband made it back alive from this gruelling and long war, visited him and the visit resulted in a night of passion, restoring his faith and goodwill of coming back home no matter what. 

However, three months later, a letter from his son came: the Viscountess was with child again, and while overjoyed, he was preocupied with his wife: she had an advanced age of 36 and many late mothers went through a traumatic experience during childbirth and not many survived. He instructed that his dear sister Estelle made sure that the mother and child survived, hiring the best midwife and accocheur in Europe. A will was also written just in case. 

The 10th of September, 1917, a daughter, Gia, was born. It was said that the lady wept throughout the ordeal and swearing to never forget the cruelty of not allowing her dear husband to meet his child. In 1918 the war ended and the soldiers returned before Christmastime and Malcolm swore to never fight again and instead raise his children. 

Both of them lived a happy and fulfilled life until her death in 1868 at the old age of 87. Malcolm mourned greatly his heroic and magnificient wife, and the most elaborate and expensive tomb of the entirety of Winbourne was raised. She was the most cried viscountess of all time. 

Mr. William Devlin ( @unfortunate-arrow ​ ) ex-fiancé 

Her arrangement with Lord Paul Carlisle was settled before she even knew who the boy was. When she was ten, she met the infamous ward while he was sketching on the barn. The two of them talked for a bit and exchanged some wisdom regarding art. 

Things got more serious when they found out they attended Hogwarts and were in the same house. Primrose’s mother encouraged her to spend time getting to know her fiancé and try to make the engagement work, and she dutifully did, though her tries were in vain, for she seemed to develop romantic feelings for everybody but him. She vowed though to have some private rendezvous at his knowledge to protect both their reputations. 

On their sixth year, she found out he had fallen for Josephine Edwards through some sketches and wistful stares. She cornered him and asked her if his love for her was true, and he said yes. Not soon after, William discovered her own affections towards Lord Stolberg-Burke and made her the same question. They both overheard their fathers discuss when it’d be best for William to propose in a ball where everybody, including Queen Victoria and the Princess of Wales would attend, and knew they had to break the engagement. 

After some weeks of paperwork and discussions, the engagement was off with the promise of having an ally in Parliament and business, and both remained good friends for the rest of their lives. 

Friends: 

Nadia Erbland (best friend) (@gcldensnitch ) 

Prim and Nadia first met during their third year at Hogwarts. Nadia just recently came from Beauxbatons and the two of them bonded over many things and soon became friends. They declared themselves lost sisters and swore to never part from the other. They were each other’s Maids of Honour, godmothers of their firstborn children and most trusted confidante. 

William Berkeley (male best friend) ( @rogueharrington )

Primrose and William first met each other during a gathering in the Great Hall, where every social climber wanted to woo the lady, but none of the gifts impressed her, and he teased her about it. Soon, she found out she was in his year and house, and bonded over many things, especially in the Common Room and History of Magic class, where Prim would take over as a teacher when Binns dozed off in his chair. 

William soon declared her another honorary sister and both of them visited each other over the years, remaining good friends and close to each other. 

Henry of Alderly (childhood best friend) (@gaygryffindorgal ) 

Primrose and Hnery met each other due to their mothers being good friends at court, both of them bonding over the loneliness of being part of the aristocracy and having led lonely lives, and of course, being part of a magical world. Prim was a pilar to Henry’s knowledge of the Wizarding World and their friendship got only stronger. 

Niamh Kelly (@unfortunate-arrow ) 

Primrose and Niamh met on Primrose’s second year and Niamh’s first, both bonding over many things and becoming drommates, and found in each other a sister. The Kellys adored Prim and the Grays appeciated Niamh very much. 

Elian Goldcrest ( @potionboy3 ​ ) close friend

Elian and Primrose did not start off with the right foot. To Primrose, he represented everything she resented and was dating her best friend, Prince Henry. The hatred moved to Elian irritating her to no end, until Henry begged her to give him the benefit of the doubt. She accepted for the love she bore her friend and soon began to warm up to him. What made her fond of him, though, was that she reminded him of his late mother and after he rescued her from a fire after a mission, became good friends. 

He’d accompany her in their shared grief over Henry and soon he was the one to arrange her funeral and mourned her greatly. Throughout the years, he’d make sure her family was safe and away from harm’s way and remembered her fondly. 

Marchioness Cora Hastings, later Princess of Alderly, surrogate sister-in-law @camillejeaneshphm ​ 

Primrose did not know of the young marchioness existence up until she found out she sought the hand of her dear friend Henry. She soon took her under her wing and sponsored her, and the pair grew close, becoming surrogate sisters-in-law. The moment she married Henry, after Primrose’s clever training and talking her up to the Alderlies and picturing her as the most suitable future Duchess of Alderly, Cora always sought Primrose’s advice and though they fought for hiding the truth behind Henry seeking a wife, they soon were back on each other’s graces and resolved it with Primrose’s most beautiful daughter Jocelyn being betrothed to Cora’s son. They remained good friends until their deaths. 

Roomamtes: Nadia Erbland, Almira Iverach, Gwen Archeron, Siobhan Llewellyn, Niamh Kelly, Roxanne Haley ( @cursebreakerfarrier ​ ) (@thatravenpuffwitch ) 

These women were key in Primrose’s transition from a clueless girl to a strong, magnificent woman and were her surrogate sisters. She always kept them close and were part of her wedding party and remained together until it was time to leave the earth. 

Honourable mentions: Danny Gibson (@catohphm ) Unni Arcano (@kathrynalicemc ) Abraham Alden ( @cursed-herbalist​ ) 

These two people were good friends and inspiration for Primrose when becoming a woman and always kept them close to her heart. 

Rivals: Lord Archibald 

Lord Archibald is the kind of nobleman Primrose despises: narcissistic, entitled, spoiled and pompous. The fact that he has taken a fancy for her since she turned 15 while he was 23 doesn’t help her case. However, she cannot seem to be rid of him, for he and her father have important business together regarding their neighboring estates. Indeed, the duchy of Buckingham and viscounty Winbourne are about a day’s ride from there. It is not until she marries Lord Stolberg-Burke that he takes the hint that she will never marry a man like himself, for he had been violent towards her and had been infamous for accosting young ladies and rope them into barely legal marriages so he could lay with them. 

When she rejected him, he was so enraged he imprisoned her staff and sent a letter to Primrose threatening to burn it to the ground and take her aunt, the Viscountess Alina hostage and marry her by any means if she didn’t come to Winbourne to marry him herself and surrender Winbourne to the grounds of Buckingham, merging both historic estates. 

Primrose instead challenged him to a duel: if she won, he’d leave England and never come near her family again, and if he did, she’d accept his terms. She won the duel, humiliating him and banishing him in shame. The people saw her as a hero and she gave her famous speech from the top of the hill in which Winbourne had been built during the Anglo-Saxon Britain, which made her powerful and popular within England and many European monarchies. 

They’d cross paths agains during WW2 where his son, born of a Nazi woman, bombed her daughter and husband’s estate, Harrendale. The family vowed to make him pay for it and was executed in Nuremberg and the estate passed to someone else. The new duke didn’t dare to come near the Somersets ever again. 

Mandy Parkinson (school rival) 

Mandy was the complete opposite of Primrose: she was entitled, proud, a pureblood supremacist, a bully and overzealous, she got on the lady’s nerves by flirting with her male friends like Henry of Alderly, her future husband and even her fiancé. She always reminded her that she was a ‘mutt’, a ‘half-breed and would die as one’ and that Mandy was superior because of her blood purity. 

Things escalated to the point of Primrose breaking Mandy’s nose in a fight. Mandy no longer accosted the lady and went on to marry young. They did not cross paths until their thirties, where both women, grown and far more mature than before, buried the hatchet and agreed to support each other politically. 

Trivia

Primrose knows several languages, between them Greek, Latin, Danish, German, Arabic, Portuuese, Spanish and Gallic. 

She’s a multitalented musician: she can play the viola, violin, pianoforte, flute and lire. 

She also knows how to sing and has a mermaid-like voice, thing that attracted many men. 

During her engagement with William, she honed her drawing skills

She’s knowledgeable in Egyptian and Nordcic mythology as well as everything grecolatin related. She has translated books as Antigone and Medeia on her own for the Wizarding World. 

After her career as Minister of Magic, she wrote several books that both wizards and muggles respected highly

Which comes to the point that she’s an accomplished writer and poet that has as reference Sappho, Emily Dickinson, Jane Austen, Veronica Gambara, Isotta Nogarola, among other female writers who thrived in literature. 

Her favourite composer is Mozart and her favourite writer is Mary Shelley 

She’s travelled to several countries in the world 

She’s an ardent suffragette and donated money to the cause 

She’s talented in wandless magic and her specialty is Flipendo

She’s also accomplished in embroidery, reciting poetry and many kind of different waltzes and other dances, including burlesque ones. 

She has a small stack of books (aprox 200) hidden in a secret passage of her viscounty. 

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A smutty idea with dom!georgie ? Y/n is a slytherin and in a secret relationship with George. They really love each other since they are at hogwarts. Every boy (and girl) wants her but George can't do anything. Some day, maybe at the burrow or a common room, they have kinky sex and someone comes in accidently. But George don't stop to show y/n is just his.

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Y/N (YOUR NAME)

Pairing: George Weasley x reader

Word Count: 1,551k

Warnings: Smut 18+, Explicit Language, Slight Praise Kink, Vaginal Intercourse, Unprotected Sex, Oral (female and male receiving), Angst(?), Jealousy, Semi Public Sex. 

A/n: I made it that Fred knew about the pair dating because lets be real, he probably would know. 

“Hey Y/N, do you have a date to the Yule Ball?” Cedric questions, leaning against my desk as I hear a groan from behind me, signaling George isn’t happy with this proposal. 

“Um, no thanks.” I shake my head pouting as Cedric nods slowly, smiling weakly at me as he walks back to his desk at the front of the class. 

“Oi, Y/n” Fred asks as I turn looking back at him. “You, me, ball?” Fred sways his body to mimic dancing as George shoves him putting him in a headlock as Fred laughs. “Be careful Georgie, your jealousy is showing.” Fred mumbles as George releases him. 

“Is this seat taken?” I look up and match the voice to none other than Draco Malfoy, before I can protest Snape walks into the classroom. 

“Take your seats.” Snape announces as Draco sits down beside me hurriedly. 

I hear mumbling and snickering behind me, not being able to decipher any words from the twins as I keep my attention on Snape. 

Towards the end of class, I feel a hand brush my thigh as I look down and notice Draco rubbing my soft skin. 

“You right?” I whisper as Draco smirks nodding, leaning closer to me as I shift backwards slightly. 

“I’ve always wanted you.” His remark caused me to roll my eyes. 

“Fucking twat.” I hear George mumble as I smirk at his jealousy wanting to play with him. 

“Is that true?” I whisper to Draco, loud enough for George to hear. 

Draco doesn’t even speak just nods as I smirk, licking my lips as he watches tentatively releasing a sigh at my actions. 

“We’d be good together, powerful even.” 

I flick my eyes to George who is watching my every move, arms crossed and eyes narrowed, Fred leaning against his fist trying not to laugh at the situation. 

“You make a good point, Draco.” I change my tone saying his name seductively as he bites his lip. 

“I can make you feel so good baby girl.” I feel Draco’s hand squeeze my thigh as I giggle softly knowing I'm setting myself up for punishment later. 

“Class dismissed!” Snape bellows rushing out of the classroom as we all start to pack up and leave as well. 

“I’ll catch you later, my dorm is always open babygirl.” Draco winks as Blaise clasps his shoulder shaking him slightly as they share a huge smirk. I wave as Draco walks away, ignoring George as I quickly pack up my books, I stand up going to walk out as I bump into George who was standing right behind me, the classroom just housing us. 

“You’re meeting me in the library during dinner.”

I smirk looking up at George, jealousy and anger written all over his features, I stand on my tippy toes to kiss him as he chuckles, not leaning down to accept my kiss. 

“Brat’s dont get rewarded.” 

George walks out of the classroom as I smile to myself, loving how I’ve pushed his buttons. 

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I walk into the great hall sitting down amongst the Slytherin students. I sit at the very end of the table closest to the door, hoping it makes my exit less noticeable. I watch George stand up from the Gryffindor table, looking at me as he walks out of the great hall. 

I feel my panties dampen at what George has in store for me. I quickly stand up and walk out of the great hall making my way to the library swiftly, excited for what awaits for me. 

I walk into the deserted and eerily quiet library. 

“George?” 

No response, I sigh and continue to walk through the library, looking between the aisles, I spot my tall redhead standing at the end of the aisle looking out the large floor to ceiling window. 

“Took you long enough.” George says sternly before I have even announced myself. 

“I’m sorry for to-” George holds his index finger to his lips shaking his head softly as I raise my eyebrows. 

“Show me.” I’m instantly on my knees, I pull my hair into a quick ponytail before fumbling with his belt and pants as I pull them down enough to have his hard cock spring free. 

“Fuck.” I whisper looking up as George smirks at me. 

I wrap my hand around his thick dick as I start to move my hand slowly teasing him as I lick the tip softly. He thrusts into my mouth softly as I moan around him, he picks up his pace thrusting in and out of my mouth, moaning as my spit covers his dick. I taste the small amount of precum that leaks from his tip as George grabs my ponytail pulling me back slightly as he watches his dick go in and out of my mouth. 

“Merlin, you’re perfect.” He praises as I run my hand down my body to toy with my clit. George pulls out of my mouth and picks me up placing me on the desk.

“Brat’s don’t get to touch themselves.” 

George wraps his hand around my neck, pushing me against the bookshelf running his thumb over my bottom lip, smirking at me as he leans forward capturing my lips with his. I wrap my arms around his neck as our tongues fight against each other. I feel him run his hand down my body, moving my soaked panties to the side causing him to chuckle. 

“Who made you this wet baby?” 

I smirk licking my lips as I toss up my response. 

“Draco.” I whisper as George groans, rubbing small soft circles on my clit teasing me as I whimper and buck my hips causing him to stop his actions. 

“You’re such a brat.” 

“Please, just fuck me.” I beg as he chuckles. 

George pulls my skirt up just above my hips as he kisses my thighs, sucking and biting on the soft supple skin. I tilt my head back as he plants a small soft kiss against my heat, before I can beg for more he softly licks around my clit, looking up at me as I run my fingers through his hair grinding against his tongue. 

“Oh fuck.” I cry out as I feel my body tingle. George continues to lick my clit, lightly sucking as I wince in pleasure. “Right there.” 

George chuckles, taking his mouth off my wet heat as he runs his thick cock up and down my slit, covering it in wetness before sliding deep inside me. 

“You’re so tight.” 

“You’re so big.” 

George places his hand back around my neck, his other hand holding my hip as he thrusts into me, his thumb brushes my lip again as I take it into my mouth sucking it. 

George throws his head back moaning as I feel my walls tighten around his length causing him to moan louder.

“What the fuck.” I hear as I go wide eyed, George looking over to a stunted Draco. 

“Would you look at that, the guy who got you so fucking wet, right baby?” George asks rhetorically as he continues to thrust into me, moving my skirt slightly to give Draco a view of his cock disappearing into my tight pussy. 

“Oh George.” I cry out as he uses the hand that once was around my neck to rub circles on my clit. 

“You know, she’s so fucking tight.” George throws at Draco who can’t take his eyes off the scene in front of him. “Who owns this pussy baby?”

“You do.” I whisper as George slows down his trusts. 

“Who?” 

“George Fucking Weasley.” I call out as he smirks, kissing me. 

“Good girl.” He whispers as he looks at Draco. “Y/N’s fucking mine, now piss off Malfoy before I hex you for even looking at her.” 

“My father will hear about this.” Draco spits as George chuckles. 

“Says more about you watching than us fucking.”

“I’m close.” I whisper as George watches Draco rush off. 

“Cum for me baby, cover my cock.” George says as he sucks and bites the sweet spot on my neck causing me to arch my back as I hook my legs around his waist, pulling him closer as my legs shake my body covering itself in tingles as I moan and cry out in pleasure. 

“Merlin.” George sighs, feeling my walls tighten around his cock, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he cums inside of me. I pull George closer to me by his shirt as I kiss him. 

“I’m sorry for the Draco thing.” I whisper as we fix ourselves up. 

“Baby, I know it was just to push my buttons for that.” George says gesturing to what we just did. 

“I don’t think we’re a secret anymore.” 

“Let Draco tell people, he will have to come clean with how he knows.” George shrugs as I blush. “Are you okay if people find out?” 

“Of course, I want you to kiss me in the hallways.” 

George smiles wide, placing his hands on my hips and pulling me closer to him as he kisses me. 

“C’mon, I’m hungry.” I complain as George smirks. 

“I already ate.” George winks as I shove him, jumping down from the desk as I lace our fingers together and walk to the great hall, hoping dinner is still underway.

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[babiesdreams]

Day 9: Doyoung +18

Hogwarts/ Harry Potter AU. First of all I wanna say I don’t stand by the words or acts of the writer of these books, but I do like the world they take place in and think it’s a really interesting scenario to create stories. I support and stand the trans community at my fullest <3

Warnings: Soft sex, unprotected sex, slight fluff at the end ‘cause Doyoung’s a romantic b.

Word count: 1K

Last post of today

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You looked at the moon, lighting up the beautiful scenery. Your laying body, pressed on the grass, and your head pressed on your crossed arms. You sigh, mesmerized by the view, and then he appears, peeping out of nowhere and all you can see now is his face, as he smiles. “Let me alone” You say, still embarrassed for your confession at the school's ball. “It was cute” Doyoung says for the hundredth time, getting on your nerves. “I didn’t mean it Doyoung” You say, as you stand up and start walking towards the castle. 

“Then why did you say it?” He asks, grabbing your hand, not allowing you to leave. “I was joking” You say looking down. “You’re lying” He says as if he could read your mind. And at this point you seriously think so, because he always says the right thing, and if this is not magic, you don’t know what it is. “I’m not, you’re just too full of yourself to admit that I, a ravenclaw, don’t like a fucking slytherin like you” You say angrily and he bolts his head confused. “What do houses have to do with us?” He simply asks and you look at him even more confused. “Us? There’s an “us” now?” Your ironic tone really gets inside Doyoung’s mind, slowly killing him.

He pulls your hand closer to him, making your body follow it’s direction. His hand cups your cheek and his lips meet yours in what looks like a perfect movie scene. Your eyes take some seconds before closing, as the action completely surprises you. “So he likes me too” You think quickly. The kiss is soonly gone, as your lips separate and his forehead leans on yours. “I’ve waited so long for this” He says, smiling softly. Your eyes fix on his, keeping eye contact for a whole moment.

“Who’s there?” Old Filch says in the distance. You both look in the direction of the voice, and then look at each other, asking each other what to do. “The camouflage spell” He whispers, before reciting the words of an unknown spell, making you both look like the background, almost invisible to the human eye, and obviously invisible for the old man.

He looks everywhere, with the help of his old lantern, and walks back towards the castle. Doyoung grabs your hand and starts running, forcing you to follow him through the immense yard. You both get into the castle through one of the numerous doors, while the spell effects start disappearing. He pulls you into a room quickly, without realizing which room you both entered.

The room is completely silent, as you both catch your breaths, you look up, examining the room, studying every corner of it. The room is completely empty except for a big mirror positioned in the middle of the room. You walk towards it, removing the big blanket that was covering it. You look at your reflexion, mesmerized by the beauty of the mirror. 

You see your reflexion, as you usually do when you look into a mirror, but something changes within seconds. You see Doyoung’s figure pressed against your body, kissing your neck, while his naked body thrusts you nonstop. You moan softly, surprised by the reflexion, touching where you see his figure, making sure it isn’t actually happening. 

“What did you see to react like that?” Doyoung asks, smiling lightly. You hear footsteps coming your way, but you can’t stop your eyes to keep looking at the reflexion. You feel his big hand pressed on your shoulder, but you can only see it squeezing your breasts on the reflexion.

“Why live in a fantasy world, when you can have reality?” Doyoung says, as if he could see exactly what you were seeing. His hand now draws a pattern on your neck, making you feel goosebumps all over your body. 

You turn back to face him, finally seeing how real his sweaty face, and wet hair look. You touch his cheek still not fully believing what is happening. “I-I” You try to explain yourself, but Doyoung’s lips shut you up, with a heated kiss. His hands leave your neck, traveling all over your body. His growing bulge presses against your crotch when his body gets closer to yours. 

Everything happens really quick, you barely see how your clothes float in the air, after he removes them from your body. His hands are everywhere and nowhere at the same time, making you confused as to where you’re feeling pleasure.

You finally focus, conscious of the moment. His length, already inside of you, hits your g-spot following a steady fast pace. His hands are positioned on both sides of your head, helping him to get a steadier posture. His tongue leaves wet highways all over your body, connecting different places on it, as if it was a map.

“Fuck Doyoung” You say in between heavy breaths, feeling how an arousal brushes your body. “Are you close?” He asks, smirking lightly and you nod, desperate for some relief. “Cum for me then babygirl” He spits out before his tongue licks your neck from the bottom of it, all the way up to your jawline. You cum instantly, shaking fastly. 

“Now endure for a little longer” He whispers in your ear, speeding his thrusts up. He fucks you harshly, looking for his own high to come. And he eventually does, filling you up entirely, and painting your walls with a nice tone of white.

“You wanna know what I saw in the mirror?” He asks softly, getting next to you after he pulls out of your crotch. “It's a secret” He says, holding you in a lovely hug. The cold sensation of the floor against your skin, contrasts with the warmth of his hug. making it a perfect moment. You smile slightly, at his cute words. “Promise me you’ll tell me someday okay?” You say hugging him tighter. “Someday” He says as a whisper that gets lost in the heated air of the room.

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[littlemessyjessi]

“Come Away With Me” : Regulus Black: Plus Size and Shortie : Chapter One “Prisoner”

Reggie deserved better and by Godric he’s gonna have it. 

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You keep makin' it harder to stay But I still can't run away I gotta know, why can't you Why can't you just let me go?

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“Prisoner” - Miley Cyrus ft. Dua Lipa

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The turning point for Regulus Arcturus Black came the summer before his sixth year.

History was repeating itself.

Walburga Black stared down at her youngest son, seeing nothing more than Sirius in that moment.

She'd warned him about that girl.

Aurora Monroe, or Rory, had been Regulus' best friend since their first day.

It would seem that the Black brothers had a penchant for befriending half blood, half breed combinations.

But that wasn't why Walburga hated the girl.

She didn't even know Rory was a werewolf.

But she did know that she was a half blood and she knew that she was a Monroe.

And that was enough for her to hate her.

Two families who had been at each other's throats since what seemed like the beginning of time.

It all came down to money.

As most things did.

They were two of the wealthiest families in the wizarding communities of England.  

Thus it was a constant competition and rivalry set in a long time ago.

The Black had old money that came from a long line of aristocracy.

The Monroe's built their fortune and built it rather quickly and also managed to spite a Black ancestor in the process.

And thus began the fued.

Walburga had warned her son, over and over again about being around her but he didn't listen.

Regulus was far more mild mannered than Sirius but at his core...he was actually truly very stubborn.

And he refused to budge on that.

She'd threatened to blast him off the family tree just like she had Sirius.

A moment that was still burned into Regulus' memory.

But still he held steadfast.

But then she snapped the final chord.

Her and Orion had never joined Voldemort and his band of followers but she supported them.

And she had every intention of Regulus joining the ranks.

Even if meant she had to force him.

It wasn't even that she was willing to force him to do something.

He was used to that.

But he knew what that meant.

It meant a death sentence for Rory and Regulus would burn it all down before he let that happen.

He flew up the stairs and into his room rummaging around for the mirror he and Rory had gotten from Zonko's before the summer.

"Rory! Aurora!" he called into the mirror.

He could hear her fumbling for a second before her freckly scarred face appeared.

"Hey, Regs!" she broke into a grin but it quickly faded when she could see the distress on his face. "Regulus, what's wrong? What happened?"

"I gotta get out of here." he said, struggling to breathe. "Right now."

"Ok, ok. What happened? Are you ok?" she asked, amber eyes searching him through the mirror.

"I'm fine. But I gotta go.  I'll be ok. But I needed to tell you just in case you don't hear from me for a bit." he said holding the mirror with one hand and shoving things into his trunk with the other.

A loud banging at the door caused his head to snap the side and the unlocking charm could be heard as his mother opened the door.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" she screeched and Aurora gasped.

"Who is that?!" Walburga snapped and snatched the mirror out of Regulus' hand.

She seethed as she took in the sight of Aurora Monroe on the other side of it.

Regulus didn't even have time to prepare for impact when Walburga backhanded him and threw the mirror across the room.

Aurora's angry scream could be heard right before it shattered and Regulus looked at his mother in horror as she advanced.

"The only way you leave this house is over my dead body." she whispered and Regulus looked up at her in horror.

"That can be arranged."

The two of them turned to look at the tiny figure in the door who had clearly just apparated into mass chaos.

Amber eyes ablaze and white hair like a halo around her.

She was furious.

Aurora looked nothing short of an angel of death.

"You little bitch!" Walburga growled. "Stupid filthy mudblood! You'll be expelled for using magic outside of Hogwarts."

Aurora smirked, "I'm of age, you musky hussy."

Walburga drew her wand and Regulus panicked.

"No!" he said lunging at his mother but Aurora had already cast the spell to disarm her.

Walburga grabbed Regulus by the hair jerking his head back.

She narrowed her eyes at Aurora who absolutely refused to back down.

"You're not taking him." Walburga spat.

"You let him go or I snap this in half and turn it over to the ministry.  And I'm betting there's a fair share of unforgivable curses lingering in this wood." Rory said.

She and Walburga stared at each other for the longest time before Walburga's eye twitched.

She pulled her hand back and Regulus squeezed his eyes preparing for the blow when suddenly the pressure was released from hair and he stumbled to regain his balance.

Aurora had stunned Walburga and sent her flying back into the wall where she now lay unconscious.

She performed the body bind curse on her and turned to Regulus.

"Get what you need, Regs.  We gotta go.  Right now." she said  sternly but he was too shocked to move.

She sighed and reached out to touch his arm, "Reggie, we gotta go.  Right now.  Get the essentials."

He seemed to snap out of it and shoved a few things in his trunk before grabbing his broom out of his closet.

"Is there anyone else home, Regs?" she asked as she kept a watchful eye over Walburga's unconscious form and the door.

"No." Regulus shook his head. "Just Kreacher. Oh fuck."

It dawned him in that moment.

"Kreacher!" he called out.

A second later the house elf appeared with a pop and promptly began to freak out over Walburga.

"Mistress!" he wailed.

"Kreacher, please." Regulus said. "I know, I know.  But she was..."

"She was attacking Master Regulus again?" he asked and Regulus nodded.

"I have to go, Kreacher.  Come with us. I can give you clothes and free you.  I haven't been blasted off the tree yet." he pleaded with the elf who had become his friend over the years.

He knew better though.

"Kreacher must stay in the Noble House of Black." he said solemnly.

And suddenly Regulus understood how Sirius must have felt when he had to leave.

He didn't really have a choice but Regulus wouldn't go with him just like Kreacher wouldn't go now.

"Kreacher will keep the Mistress asleep." the elf said.

Aurora watched and Regulus knelt to hug the elf once more before grabbing his trunk and slinging his broom over his shoulder.

"Ok." he said, passing a hand over Kreacher's head once more.

Aurora stepped forward and Regulus wound his arm through hers before she turned and apparated away.

As they disappeared into thin air, Regulus' eyes watered.

Sadness, relief, fear.

It was all mixed into one but one thing was for sure.

Everything changed from that moment on.

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Chapter Two Coming Soon

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Keep Scrolling after author’s note for additional story pics!

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Hello, loves! I hope you enjoy this Regs story! It’s a tragedy what happened to Reggie and he was done really dirty both in his story and the lack of story we get for this multi dimensional selfless character! So he’s gonna have some good times in this story, dammit! 

Anyway, I love you all and I would love to hear from you!  Please feel free to share your thoughts in the comments, via reblog or just hit up the ask box! 

I love you all. 

Love, 

Kenny 

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Also, feel free to imagine Regs anyway you like but I do like him as Timothee Chalamet... like a lot of people because Timmy is precious. Also, I feel this gif perfectly encompasses his time in that hell hole.  It’s ok, Reggie bebe.  Mama’s got you.  I’ll give you cocoa and noms and blankies.  It’ll be ok now. 

Some inspiration pics for Rory! 

These all played a part in the inspiration for Aurora’s hair.  Rory’s hair turned white with stress due to her condition much like how Remus’ hair started greying early.  

I particularly loved the color of the first and how floofy it was.  But I love the texture and also the poof of the second.  I also absolutely adored the second lady’s freckles which I picture Rory’s being absolutely littered with. 

Aurora has golden brown eyes. Warm like the sun.  Here are a few inspiration pics. 

I also used these and the picture from the freckled girl with the yellow top as inspiration for her skin tone as I see Aurora as very brown but dashed in freckles and heavily scarred just due to years of being afflicted with lycanthropy.   I also think it makes a striking contrast with her hair and such an juxtaposition against Regs’ fair features and dark hair.  

This was my main inspiration for Rory’s scars.  She has them all over her but perhaps the most noticeable is the one on her face and I feel this one encompasses it perfectly.   

As far as height went I couldn’t find many pics for inspiration so I begrudgingly used my own tiny form of 4′11″ as reference lol.  She is smol bean like me.  I did find some body inspos though! Rory is very fluffy! 

I don’t always show my inspo pics for characters but I felt like it was nice thing to start to do as it always helps me begin to form the layout of a character.  And I love you all so I figured it’d be a nice thing to share.  

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Also, if you love the Marauders feel free to check out some of my recent Marauder works! 

Chasing Jess (Sirius Black and Jess Scamander) 

A Deal With Cupid (James Potter x Reader) 

All Fun and Games (Poly Marauders Fics) 

Talking to the Moon (Remus Lupin x Reader)

Torn (Remus Lupin x Rowan Black) 

And honestly so many more. 

I’m kind of a ho for Harry Potter and an outright slut for the Marauders.  Just being honest. 

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[afeb]

Fred Weasley - Best Gift

Summery: You and Fred confess your feelings for one another on the confines of his bed, which leads to something sweeter...

Warnings: smut, fluff

“Are you sure?” Molly said, her sentence being broken by a yawn.

I giggled a little. “I’m sure, it’s the least I could do for intruding on your Christmas.”

She waved me off. “You’re not intruding at all.” She sighed and gazed around at the messy kitchen. “You’d think with all the children I have one of them would’ve liked cleaning.”

I laughed and pulled her into a hug. “I don’t mind at all.”

She squeezed me tight and pulled away. “Your parents will come around.” She softly reassured, cupping my rosy cheeks. “Besides, you got a jumper out of it.”

I smiled and looked down at my new jumper, the large letter of my first name shining back at me. “I love it, thank you.”

“Goodnight Dear.” She kissed my cheek and soon I was left alone.

I sighed and pulled my hair into a low bun and set to work. I was part way through organising the sides when a deep voice from behind made me jump.

“Need any help?” I turned to see Fred standing tall, jumper matching mine and a pair of stripy pyjama bottoms adorning his body.

I smiled. “I’d love help.”

“You know Mum would’ve done this.” Fred said knowingly as he began scraping old food into the bin.

I ran the sink as I began dumping various things into the sparkling water. “Well she cooked, and let me stay here for Christmas-“

“And made you that god-awful jumper.” Fred teasingly interjected.

“I love it! Does it look bad?” I asked, diving my hands into the hot water.

“Looks lovely.” He winked back, causing a blush to creep up my neck. “Why are you here though? Why aren’t you with your family?”

I stiffened at the sensitive subject. “Well, I usually go home but this year my parents...I suppose they wanted alone time and they said I couldn’t go back...when I told Ginny I was staying at Hogwarts this year she insisted I come here.”

A deep frown had set on his face. “Your parents...they didn’t want you home for Christmas?”

“They’re Muggles, they don’t understand magic.” I shortly said. “They can be...a little hostile at times.”

“Oh...” he mumbled, leaning against the counter and looking at me. “I’m sorry about that.”

I shrugged. “It’s fine, one day they’ll come around.”

“Yeah?”

I sniffed. “I can only hope.” I sadly smiled, draining the sink.

I wet a cloth and began wiping down the sides. “Well Mum loves you, and Dad loves you, so I’m sure you’ll always be welcome here.”

I giggled. “I’m glad, what you have here...it’s really something.”

He gazed around his kitchen and living room. “It is, isn’t it?”

I sighed and looked around, immensely proud of the now spotless kitchen. “Well I’m off to bed.”

“Where are you sleeping?” He asked, turning the lights off in the kitchen.

“Sofa.” I smiled as I made my way into the warm living room.

“Sofa? Why?” Fred followed closely behind me.

I pulled out the blanket and pillow that was stuffed behind the armchair against the wall. “Molly did apologise but the house is full for Christmas, and I was a late comer.”

Fred frowned as he watched me organise the sofa. “But it’s Christmas Day...don’t you want somewhere nice to sleep?”

I giggled. “I don’t have much choice!”

He pouted his lips before crossing his arms over his broad chest. “You’ll sleep in my bed.”

“What? Fred no-“

“I won’t take no for an answer, it’s a double and there’s plenty of room.” He explained.

“Fred I couldn’t possibly-“

He muscled past me and grabbed the pillow, leaving the old tattered blanket behind. “Nope, come on.”

He was half way up the stairs before I snapped out of my suprise and hurried after him. Awkwardly walking past the bathroom where Ron was exiting he gave us a funny look.

“All innocent.” Fred shortly said before carrying on down the hall.

“Don’t tell Ginny.” I ordered as Ron raised his hands as sulked into his room.

Fred had his own room. It was small, a double bed taking up most of the floor space. He had a cluttered desk in the corner, a small chest of draws and oddly enough a large mirror with all sorts of photos of friends and family pinned to it. I took a moment to look at them. Fairy lights lined the ceiling as small lamps around the room cast a soft orange glow over the humble corner of the world.

“It’s not much...” he mumbled, throwing the pillow onto the bed and facing me. “But it’s home.”

“It’s cute.” I smiled.

He smiled proudly. “Do you er...mind if I sleep without my jumper on? It’s too itchy.”

I blushed. “Whatever makes you comfortable.”

I averted my gaze as I looked at the photos once again, turning once I heard the bed creek. Fred had his arms behind his head as he looked on at me, flicking his head and signaling me to hop in.

“Can I...take my bottoms off?” I said nervously. His eyes widened. “No! No as in my pyjama bottoms, not my...no not my underwear.”

He stifled a laugh and nodded. “Whatever makes you comfortable.” He repeated back. “Can you turn off the lights?”

After awkwardly undressing and turning off all the lights, I hurried under the covers, shivering in the cold sheets. I arranged my pillow as Fred looked down at me, a small amused smile gracing his lips as I pulled the covers to my ears and shivered again.

“You okay?”

“Yeah thanks.” I smiled back.

He laughed and settled down, turning onto his side and facing me. “So you’re friends with Ginny then?”

“Yeah, we met last year when I tried out for Quidditch.” I explained.

“You play?”

“No, I’m useless at it.” He laughed. “I just didn’t have many friends and wanted to make some, which worked because I found Ginny and then Hermione.”

He nodded. “I always saw you around school but I never knew you.”

“I knew about you.” I said.

“Really?” He asked. “How?”

“How could I not?” I giggled. “The famous tricksters, Fred and George.”

He laughed. “I suppose we do have a reputation.”

“I actually had a massive crush on you.” I said before my teeth could catch it.

He sat up on his elbow. “What?”

“Pretend you didn’t hear that.” I nervously said, covering my face with my hands. “I’m such an idiot.”

“You had a crush on me?” He asked again.

I groaned. “Yes! You were my friends older brother, of course I did!”

He laughed again. “But why?”

“I don’t know...you seemed funny, and sweet.” I shortly said. “And you know...”

“What?” He whispered.

“Well you’re handsome, you must know that.” I scoffed.

He cocked a brow. “So you think I’m handsome?” He teased.

“No! I-I didn’t...you...stop talking me into a corner!” I huffed.

He laughed, biting down on his lip and clutching his chest. “Alright alright...” he settled down next to me again. “Wanna know something?”

“Sure.”

“I have a crush on you.” He confessed, looking deeply into my eyes.

“On me?” He nodded. “Why?”

“You’re beautiful and funny, and over this Christmas I’ve got to know you far better. You’re smart and witty, mum loves you...” he listed off.

I blushed. “You’re just saying that.”

“I’m not!” He defended. “I do.”

I looked at him for a long moment. “I like you too.”

Suddenly the air around us grew thick with tension, both very aware that we were in bed together with minimal clothes on. Fred shuffled a little closer to me, legs bumping against my own. I moved closer still, hand resting comfortably on his chest.

He reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, cupping my cheek. His thumb poked out and gently ran over my lips, eyes flicking down to watch the soft flesh move under him. My breathing grew thick as I watched him, desperate for him to make any kind of move.

He slowly inched forward and bumped his nose against mine, breath fanning over my face as we pressed our bodies together. He kissed the side of my mouth, testing to see if I would pull away. When I stayed close, he pressed a soft kiss to my lips.

He was cautious to begin with, pressing a series of small, delicate kisses to my mouth. When a small whimper escaped my lips he pressed his lips firmly against mine. His hand fell to squeeze my jaw, my hands balling against his chest. I gasped as he pulled my leg over his waist, slotting between my open thighs.

His tongue traced over my lips before easing in, dancing with mine. He moaned, deep and quiet, and squeezed my jaw tighter. He gently pushed me back and climbed on top of me, positioning my legs either side of his waist as he loomed above me. His lips trailed down my neck and softly nibbled the skin, darkly chuckling at the moan it elisited from me.

“Can I...” he trailed off as his hand teasingly played with the band of my underwear.

My hand cupped his jaw. “Please.” I whimpered out with a pout.

He watched as my mouth fell open as he dipped his fingers inside, quickly finding the bundle of nerves and drawing small, slow circles against the flesh. My hands flexed on his cheeks, digging in a little.

“Like it, babygirl?” He asked, pressing a chaste kiss to my lips.

“Yes!” I breathed out as he slowly inched a finger in, swirling a little before adding another.

“Merlin, you’re tight.” He moaned as he retracted his fingers and eased them back in.

My breath quickened as he slowly moved in and out of me, his lips kissing my neck once again. My hips began to buck as I felt a tingling feeling crawl up my spine, feeling as though every nerve was busting in pleasure.

“Fred-oh!”

“That’s it.” He cooed softly in my ear. “Let me see.”

He gazed down at me as I came underneath him, my face blushing a deep red as my teeth sank into my lip, a poor attempt to stop the small moans tumbling past my lips. He pulled his fingers from me, offering them to my lips.

I gripped his wrist as sucked his fingers, tasting my sweet self off of him. “Ah ah, leave some for me.” I watched as he sucked on his fingers, moaning deeply. “So sweet, like honey.”

I whimpered at his statement. “Please...”

He nodded curtly as he quickly pulled himself out, stroking slowly as he looked into my eyes.

“Have you...” I shook my head. “Are you sure? I don’t want to...hurt you.”

I softly smiled. “With a boy I like, on Christmas Day, in his warm bed...I don’t think the poets could have written a better way.” I reassured.

He blushed and smiled, dipping down to press a firm kiss to my lips. As I was distracted, he slowly eased the tip into me. I winced, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer. His lips sponged kisses against my cheek as he slowly eased in, bottoming out. He stopped for a moment.

“I’m so sorry.” He whispered as he kissed over my cheeks and nose.

“I-It’s okay.” I winced as he pulled out, ever so slowly pushing back in.

The pace was slow, the moonlight from the window casting a soft glow over his face. I could tell he was trying hard to keep control, his face contorting in pleasure as he deeply moaned and groaned. His hand cupped my jaw as he gazed down at me.

“You look beautiful.” He complimented. “Like a goddess.”

“You look handsome.” I complimented back, gasping as he gave a harder thrust.

“Sorry, I’m sorry.” He apologised, resting on his forearms and boxing me in. His lips found to ear. “I’m not gonna last long, babygirl.” He stained.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and stoked his hair. “Please,” I begged. “Please cum inside me.”

“Fucking hell.” He groaned, hips stilling as he spilled ropes of cum into me. “Ah, fuck.”

I giggled as he swore, his head falling to rest against my shoulder. His breath was heavy as his fingers mindlessly fiddled with the hem on my jumper.

“Was it...”

He pulled back and smiled widely down at me. “You were perfect.” He pressed a kiss to my lips. “The best, most amazing girl I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

I giggled and smiled brightly up at him. “What does this mean?”

He settled next to me, coaxing my head to rest against his shoulder. “Well...if you want me, you can have me.”

I sat up a little and looked down at him. “Would you have me?”

“Without question.” He smiled back, taking my hand and kissing over my knuckes. “Who’s gonna tell Ginny?”

“Oh gosh.” I groaned as Fred laughed.

“For tomorrow, sleep today.” He soothed, wrapping his arm tightly around my waist and holding my other hand tightly against his chest.

“You’re the best gift I got today.” I tiredly said, my eyes drifting shut.

#Fred #Weasley #fred weasley #fred Weasley smut #fred weasley angst #fred weasley fluff #james #phelps #james phelps smut #james phelps angst #james phelps fluff #Harry #potter #harry potter fanfic #Harry Potter

[happy-littleblog]

Can you do a snape x student!reader where they have a father/daughter bond because Sirius is her real father and she just connected to snape for some reason. She’s in year 4 and it takes place when their at the whomping willow and he has to hold her back from chasing after Sirius and he comforts her. Can Sirius maybe wake up in the hospital wing and the reader is sleeping in a chair next to him and snape is there and Sirius thanks snape for taking care of his daughter

Love and Forgiveness (Severus Snape x Platonic!Reader)

Summery: Because Y/n didn’t have her father around growing up she connected with Severus Snape and made a father/daughter bond with the man coming to him whenever she needs anything. Once Sirius name is cleared he can finally thank Severus for taking care of his daughter when he couldn’t.

Warnings: death.

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Ever since her first year Y/n had a weird father/daughter relationship with her potions Professor Severus snaps, manly because her own father was in Azkaban for killing his friends and she grew up in a muggle orphanage since her mother had passed on not a month after Sirius was sent away do to a deatheater attack.

So while she was at hogwarts Severus took on the rule as her father figure, much to the other teachers surprise, even time she was sent to the hospital wing he was right by her side until he new she was alright.

In her 4th year she learned of her fathers escape from Azkaban and immediately went to snape with her concerns.

“What if come to hurt me? What if he hurts Harry? I-I don’t think he will but that’s what everyone else is thinking.” She sobbedinto his teaching robes.

“I won’t let him get the chance to hurt you Y/n.”

“You promise?”

“Yes I promise, now I’ll walk you back to the common room so you can get some rest.”

Everyone knew who her family was, I mean her last name was Black so it was hard to hide the fact that Sirius was her father. Making the rest of the year for her was tense, no one trusted her thinking she was helping her father but in reality she hadn’t had any contact with him in her whole life.

Up until she found herself at the womping willow with her friends Harry, Hermione and Ron who got himself dragged into the passage way under the tree leading to the shrinking shack

Once inside the old creepy house is when she first met her father.

Sirius Black. Who was looking rather filthy and creepy like the old house they where in.

But as soon as he saw his daughter his eyes softened and a smile appeared on his face

“Y/n. My babygirl. You look just like your mother.” He said trying to go in for hug but was stopped by Harry who had his wand pointed at him pushing Y/n behind him in order to keep her safe.

Thankfully not long after everything was resolved, they had got Peter and were going to turn him in and clear Sirius’ name so they could finally be a family again.

“You do look very much like you mother.” He said as they walked to the entrance of the tunnel causing a deafening silence.

This is the first time meeting her father and she didn’t know what to say.

“I’m sorry.” He said out of the blue.

“For what?”

“Leaving you, I knew I shouldn’t have gone after Peter, I knew it but I was just so angry. Then I wasn’t there to protect your mother, you grew up all alone.” She could tell he was holding back tears, his voice broke with every word.

“I wasn’t to alone.” She said with a soft smile. “Once I came to hogwarts I got put into Slytherin and met Professor Snape he took care of me.”

“Snivellus?” She nodded

“Yeah, he’s nice if he likes you.”

“Well he most certainly doesn’t like me sweetheart. I did a lot of shitty things in the past.” He pauses for a second before starting again. “Listen I need to talk to you Y/n, after this school year I want you and Harry to come live with me. I don’t think Harry wants to stay with her aunt and uncle and I’m very sure you don’t want to go back to that orphanage, do you?”

“I-I would love that!”

“Really!”

“Yes really!” Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck holding his tightly.

“I promise you, I’ll take great care of you. I’m never leaving you again.”

As he said that he saw the full moon quickly looking over at Remus who was also staring up at the moon with wide eyes his mouth open preparing himself to turn into a werewolf.

“Stay behind me.” Severus said holding Y/n behind him as well as Ron, Harry, and Hermione.

Quickly Remus turned and followed Sirius into the forest, soon followed by Harry and Hermione.

Y/n tried to follow but was stopped by Severus holding her back.

“I need to help them!”She said trying to pull away.

“They‘ll be fine, we need to get you both back to the castle so you both don’t get hurt.”

“I don’t wanna lose my dad again!”

“He’ll be alright Y/n, you need to calm down. Sirius wouldn’t want you to be running after him into a forest while a werewolf is in there!”

Reluctantly she followed Snape and Ron back to castle praying her fitness and her father where safe.

That night ended with Y/n sitting by her dads bedside with Severus right by her side.

Peter has been turned into the dementors clearing Sirius name so Y/n and Harry could now live with him.

He finally could have his family back to normal.

“I want to thank you.” Sirius said as he woke up.

“For what?”

“Taking care of her, when I couldn’t.”

“I didn’t do much.”

“She talks highly of you.”

“Not really an accomplishment, she talks highly of everyone.”

“A trait she got from her mother, no doubt.”

Thick awkwardly silence followed that, they were enemies when they went to hogwarts together, but now were brought to together by the protectiveness and love they shared for Y/n.

“You have a good daughter Sirius.”

“I know, I can’t wait to get to know her more. I’ve missed so much.” He shook his head remembering the day she was born, he was crying as he held his daughter for the first time.

She was so little back then, now she was all grown up and it broke his heart.

“Well I can tell you, her favorite color is f/c, she’s a very intelligent Slytherin. She doesn’t think poorly of you either, even if she didn’t know you she preached all about how you were innocent. She loves everyone to no end honestly I’m surprised she not a Hufflepuff. She can only see the good in people. She is like the child I never had, I love her like she was my own.”

“I do hope we can move on what happened in that past Severus. I was a stupid kid.” Severus nodded moving some hair out his Y/n’s face

“I forgive you Sirius.”

#sirius black x y/n #sirius black x you #sirius black imagine #sirius black x reader #x reader #imagine #severus snape x y/n #severus snape x you #severus snape imagine #severus snape x reader #platonic reader #harry potter x y/n #harry potter x you #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagine #request are open #request please #request

[mariamermaid]

Teacher´s Pet

Prof. Draco Malfoy x fem (Slytherin student) Reader

Summary: You start having somewhat of a relationship with your Professor…

Words: 5.4k

Warnings: implied smut, age difference, drinking, drug abuse, triggering relationship, kinda toxic

A/N: inspired by Melanie Martinez song. Read at own risk, since this isn´t the typical fluffy oneshot with many rather difficult topics…

 It all started out innocently.

Professor Malfoy had started last year in Hogwarts teaching potions, in your last year, he then became your teacher. Against much anticipation, he was a good Professor and within his first year, the comments behind his back became less and less. You were one of Slytherins top students, potion making was a game to you. Which was also why you never had much interest in it, however it changed when you raised to be Malfoys top list.

It was the last lesson of Friday, all standing against the weekend everybody secretly hoped for.

Draco sighed as he felt the eyes of his students lingering on the clock, waiting for the last minutes to go over soon. “Since I clearly have your full attention, Y/n would you mind answering the question?”

You quietly cleared your throat, looking up from the doodles on your notes. For seconds you and Professor Malfoy had eye contact, he waited patiently and under the stare of his blue-greyish eyes, you couldn´t help but bite your lip. Within the past weeks a scenario like this happened more often than you would ever admit. Potion remained to be the last class of the week; concentration levels often laid low.

Girls gushed over Draco behind his back, he was the most attractive teacher Hogwarts might have seen and the rumors about his younger looks back in his days, didn´t stop either.

“Yes, Professor.”

As per usual, you didn´t make any mistakes and Draco nodded approving, leaning back on his chair while folding his hands. He continued to make his appearance in a black suit, a tailored suit fitting perfectly while he struck down the halls of the wizard school. Unlike the girls talking behind his back, you watched him quietly. Draco announced the homework, which you all wrote down willingly before most of the students stormed off. With your friends, you packed your stuff together and left the room, Draco still seated. It was your last year in school, you didn´t wear the uniform and Draco subconsciously noticed how the tight skirt enhanced your curves. You were the last to leave, and before you glanced back, finding that Professor Malfoy was already staring at you. You offered him a rather polite last smile, but the quickly beating of your heart which followed, didn´t feel like “just polite”.

This was the day, you described as the beginning. Because the only word that came to your mind when remembering his stare, was lust.

 Caught the teacher giving his eyes to a student

Pouty, pretty cute, and she bit her lip back to him

 It was Sunday morning when Draco found you in the library. For once, you were actually studying potions. He couldn´t help but let out a chuckle. He didn´t know, that you were awoken by an all too real dream with him as the leading role. “Never imagined to find you with this book on a Sunday morning here.”

Or what he was doing to you in the dream.

You swallowed, the vivid images still in your mind. “Couldn´t sleep.”

He sat down to your opposite and you felt your heart beginning to beat faster and heat rising to your cheeks. “May I?” He pointed towards your notes and you passed them over. While he took them, his hand brushed against yours and a shiver ran down your spine. To be honest, you felt like a renaissance painting. The sun rays of the morning sun falling through the dusty windows with the hottest teacher sitting across the innocent student. While reading, he nodded approving while you began noticing awfully small details about him. The veins on his strong hands, small strands of his hair falling over his breath-taking eyes, his cologne smelling, how his tie sat so perfect, that you wanted to rip it off… wait what?

When he was finished, he handed you the notes back. “They´re good, but if you want, I can teach you to do a more skilled version of the potion mentioned here?”

You looked up, a surprised look on your face. You and Draco, alone. His words replayed in your mind like a broken record. Come one babygirl…

“Sure, how about Tuesday, I have the last period off?”

 Chewing on her nails and her pens while she's dreaming of him

And he's fucking in sin, You know he is

 Monday went by so awfully slowly, you wanted to start screaming. The only good thing was that Draco stopped by in your defense against the dark arts class, since he needed to talk about a conference with your teacher. However, while he waited so the teacher assigned you some spells to practice in the mean-time, his eyes laid on you. First, you thought it was an illusion your mind was playing on you, but then you glanced at him. He didn´t even move, waiting leaned against the wall and with his thumb, he was brushing against his lower lip. You noticed how the shirt under his jacket was an ever so dark green, it almost seemed black. It reminded you obviously of your, and his former house, Slytherin. None of the teacher would admit, but they all favored their old houses.

Dear Merlin, you prayed and your following reaction went by as you crossed your legs on the chair. A nudge from your friend brought you back into reality and you nodded quickly as you started practicing.

On Tuesday morning you took your extra time getting ready, also effected by the fact, that you couldn´t sleep anymore. With the night, came insecurities. He is your teacher, Y/N. He doesn´t want you like that. It´s all in your head. None of them stopped your from wearing your favorite leather skirt, which you usually only wore to parties, paired with a fishnet tights and a lose shirt with the Slytherin emblem on it.

Nadia, one of your closest friends watched you as you spun in your mirror a last time. “So, when are you going to tell me who the lucky guy is?” She asked grinning. You shook your head. “I think I need to figure some things about him first.” Nadia nodded, accepting the privacy you tried to keep. She knew you´d eventually talk if you were ready. Luckily for you, she didn´t even assume that your study date, wasn´t with a student today. You didn´t need to hide anything, Nadia knew you since your first day in Hogwarts, but something about your meeting with the Professor just felt forbidden. A sigh of relief escaped your mouth, because since your lesson yesterday, where Draco had stopped by, you were afraid of getting caught. You knew you shouldn´t be, nothing happened and the worst thing that could come out, is that you had a crush on the Professor half of the school had a crush on. But it continued to feel forbidden.

Then, finally the last lesson for the day was over, but your main event was just about to begin. You took a last breath before knocking at the door to his office. A simple “Come in”, followed. You never had been to Professor Malfoy´s office, he was a rather quiet teacher and kept everything besides the lesson to himself. Maybe you were just a little special?

He sat behind his large, dark wooden desk; his hands folded over his mouth as you entered. His blonde hair pushed back as usual. While he began some explaining, after you had sat down across from him. You studied the ingredients. To your left was a small pot and other utensils. The beginning went smooth and you began to wonder, what you were so nervous about. Something about being around him felt oh so natural to you. When you were 20 minutes into the potion making, you had to put in some beets, but they seemed to be not cuttable. Draco chuckled lowly and rose from his chair to walk over to you. “Like I said, it´s a tricky potion, mostly because the instruction in the book is a little off.” He leaned over your right shoulder and without any warning, not that it would have softened your inner shock, he took your hand holding the knife. “Here let me show you, that it is easier to press out the juice this way.” He remained standing next to you, you felt his breath on the skin of your neck. “Now the herbs”, he advised and pointed towards the small bottle of pre-mixed herbs on the table. You had to stand up to reach them, which you did, but when you turned back to the Professor, you underestimated the distance. Bumping into his chest, the small bottle glided out of your hands. But Draco always had been swift, his days as a seeker didn´t lay behind, and he caught the bottle with ease. A sharp breath escaped your mouth and within his movement, you leaned down as well. When his eyes flickered up, he found your face only inches away. Slowly the two of you ascended. You voice felt like a shaking mess when you opened your mouth. “I´m so sor-“

Draco put the bottle on the desk, then his hand came to the back of your neck to pull you in. His simple touch was enough, your body reacted alone and you drew yourself closer to his body. Your hands glided up on his chest, up to his neck, while one of his hands travelled down from your back until resting on your waist. His tongue slipped across your lip until you let him enter. Adrenaline kept shooting through your veins and when his strong hands arrived at your butt, you were sure that you had a heart disfunction. Without any warning, not that he was the type to warn you, Draco lifted you onto the desk. A few ingredients fell down, which didn´t seem to bother neither of you and while continuing to heavily kiss each other, you slowly leaned back on the table.

“Y/n”, Draco moaned in between kisses and the pure sound of his low voice gave you a grin.

“We shouldn´t be doing this.” He was right and yet you didn´t stop.

“Why not, Professor?” Your voice dripped like honey and when using the word Professor, you could´ve sworn he flinched. His hand quickly grabbed your neck and while he tilted your head closer to his face, you bit your lip. “I told no one that I´d be here today.”

“Fuck”, he groaned again and you felt something hardening between his legs…

 She said, "It's for all the right reasons, baby

Don't care 'bout grades, just call me your lady

If I pass this quiz, will you give me your babies?

Don't call me crazy

 You sat outside, Nadia and two of your other friends seated around a table with a bank. You all decided to study together for the upcoming exams, but your mind wasn´t functioning after the past day. Nadia pushed her pen into your side. “Huh?”

You flinched and looked at her irritated. “Are you even listening? You´ve been so distant lately?”

The other girls nodded agreeing. “Haven´t slept well, stress I guess.”

Luckily, they didn´t have time to question your excuse when a group of Slytherin guys approached. They had just finished their Quidditch practice, still glowing in an ever slightly sweat, only wearing tops with exposing their trained arms. Your friends immediately hushed, clearly interested in what they wanted. You caught eye of a certain Professor leaning against the wall from the hallway leading parallel to the yard. You blinked and suddenly leaned in to join the conversation as well.

“You know about our game on Saturday, we could use a little cheering.” Aaron asked, number one fuckboy of the school. “So, you´re saying you need us to win?” You asked provocatively, knowing well that Draco was watching you. Aaron let out a laugh and leaned closer to you. “No, but it would give us some motivation if we´d win some pretty girls like you.”

Usually you weren´t interested, especially since Aaron tried to hit on you since third grade. But now with him watching, you had suddenly the most interest in him since Merlin´s death. Even after what had happened, you were sure to show him, that you weren´t anybody´s to own.

You touched Aaron´s arm and started running up and town with your fingertips. “So, what do you expect from me when you win?” The eye contact you were establishing with him barely gave you enough view on Draco´s angry expression. “How about we talk about it on the party afterwards?”

One of Aarons tipped him anxiously on the shoulder. “Professor Malfoy is-“

“Schneider, aren´t you supposed to be in detention for punching some second grader?”

You didn´t know which look was better; Aarons face dropping when hearing about his punishment, your friends trying to hold in the laughter, or Professor Malfoy boiling in anger by your shameless flirting. Oh wait, you did know.

“Miss Y/L/N, you wanted some more information about the potion you asked me about?”

Scrambling together your study things, you stumbled after your Professor, offering your friends a sympathetic smile. “Sorry”, you mouthed them. But they had already focused on the remaining Quidditch boys, not even suspecting.

 You love me, but you won't come save me

Don't know why you even need me

Teacher's pet

If I'm so special, why am I secret?

Yeah, why the fuck is that?

 You entered the office after him, he hurried to close and even look the door. It was still the middle of the day. Immediately after he grabbed you, pushing you against the next best wall, your study pad fell to the floor. “What Professor, haven´t I been a good girl?”

He knew you were pushing it, but it worked, so why stop? “Maybe, if I was a bad student, you should give me attention as well?”

His hand ripped open the blouse with the green symbols on it, and his lips didn´t waste anytime and travelled down your body. “I have something else for in mind.”

A knock on the door let the both of startled. “Professor Malfoy? Draco?”

It was Professor Longbottom, he had recently started teaching as well. You knew that the two of them were together in school and Draco´s eyes were still widened when he pulled up his pants again, panic spreading.

“One second, Longbottom.”

He looked around, while you gathered your stuff. “The desk.” He advised and while you crawled under the luckily large desk which gave you a good hideout due to the many drawers, Draco sat down as well. With a wink of his wand the door was unlocked and swung open.

Neville and Draco had their differences back then, but now they seemed to almost get along. “Why did you lock the door?” He asked absent minded while bringing some files to the desk. You saw the shadows of his feet under the desk. “Some students had fun playing some pranks and I needed quiet to grade those papers.” You listened interested; your class had given some papers just last week which were supposed to get marked…

While the two teachers exchanged some courtesies, you realized that the fly of his pants was still opened. When your hand reached into the hole of his pants, you observed how Draco panic-stricken grabbed the rim of the desk. You could only imagine how much it took him to make Longbottom not notice anything.

The door closed behind Neville and Draco rolled back on his chair, his hand grabbing your wrist.

“What do you think you´re doing? Do you know what happens if we´ll get caught?” You ignored the comment and fluttered with your long lashes. “Are those our papers you have to mark?”

 Do you regret the things we shared that I'll never forget?

Well, do you? Tell me that

I know I'm young, but my mind is well beyond my years

I knew this wouldn't last, but fuck you, don't you leave me here

Teacher's pet

If I'm so special, why am I secret?

 You weren´t some kind of possession to win, you weren´t a cheerleader to dance after some whistle either. But you did clap each time Aaron shot a goal. And you then shot a daring glare over to the stand with the teachers seated. Afterall the Gryffindor´s had a difficult start to the season and Slytherin won. Which then led to the follow-up party hosted in the Slytherin Common Room. As so often within the past weeks, you had decided to wear something off-showing, a green silk dress. Aaron had tried to catch you immediately after the game, but you slipped away. You managed to get in four full cups of alcohol infused drinks, before Aaron caught up to you, a sheepish grin on his lips.

“We won”, he added. You let out a chuckle. “I saw that.”

His dark eyes scanned up and down your body. “You look good”, he commented and you nodded yet again. Poor Aaron, didn´t know that it wasn´t him to make you feel bold this evening.

One thing led to another and within the next ten minutes, you were in his lap casually enjoying a light make out session. You sighed, leaning back to get some distance from his thirsty lips. You knew as long as you remained in the safe walls of the common room, you wouldn´t get what you wanted.

Leaning closer to his ear, you whispered; “Let´s get out of here.”

Aaron was desperate, the grin he wore when people saw you two leaving together was disgusting you. You found a nice, quiet niche and landed back in his lap. “Aren´t you afraid of getting caught?” Aaron asked while placing wet kisses down your neck. “Nope.”

“Malfoy´s office is close.”

“I know.”

“Mister Schneider, Misses Y/L/N! Care to explain?”

Aaron flinched when hearing Professor Malfoy´s voice and slightly pushed you off his lap. But you stayed seated and leaned even closer to Aaron. “Detention, and 10 points get taken away from Slytherin, for each of you!”

Aaron wasn´t one to protest, or stand up for himself. He did however hurry back into his chamber.

“Detention?” You asked lingering and fetched the rim of his suit to pull him closer. “I´d prefer to get some private lessons to make up for it.”

But Draco pulled you up by your wrist, yanking you on your feet. “Don´t take this easily, Y/n. This is not a game, if people find out, I´ll lose my job and you´re probably getting expelled.”

 She's feeling like a spider in a cage

You liar, you were her desire

Now she wants to light you on fire

 He stared at the blank spot you had left behind. He remembered the pain in your eyes, the verge of tears. He knew it was a mistake, he had known from the very first second. But you were young and wild, like hurricane and he had reached the quiet middle. It had begun as a game, but Draco was just realizing, that things were getting out of control. He needed to end this, but how?

The entire weekend, no one saw you. Not your friends, not your roommates, not the other students or teachers. But you were there, hanging on his shadow like a ghost. It was driving you insane, what started out as fucking around with the Professor, had turned into more. You had fallen for him.

When you came to class on Monday, you didn´t look good. Deep dark circles under your matt eyes, no makeup, your skin pale. Everything you wished for, was to finish school and graduate as quickly as possible. So, you started focusing back on studying. It worked well and the first weeks after your recent encounter with Draco, you skipped the potion class.

It must have been around three weeks later, when Draco overheard your friends talking after class on Friday afternoon.

“No, I barely see her as well. She runs off after class claiming to study”, Nadia explained trying to keep quiet. “Study? She´s never at the library!” Amber added.

“You think it´s about Aaron?”

“Aaron´s a dickhead.”

The girls disappeared and Draco blinked, continuing to stare into the empty wall. He needed to talk to you, but if your friends didn´t even know where you were... It hit him like a brick, when remembering his not so pleasant school times; The room of requirements.

You didn´t want your friends to find you, but a weak, almost mute voice wanted Draco to find you. It was the only reason, why he was able to find the magical door that afternoon. Within the years, the room had begun to transform back into what it once was. Useless objects and furniture laying around, not in the amount it used to be. But Draco followed the music that played loudly on an old gramophone. Several school books and loose papers written with notes were spread on the floor around you. He spotted three empty wine bottles and who knew what was in the rolled cigarette hanging loosely from the corners of your mouth. Your eyes were fixed on the ceiling, which reminded you of a baroque church you had once visited. Draco accidentally dripped against an empty bottle, but you didn´t flinch or look up. Unsure of what exactly to do, Draco sat down a few feet next to you. He eyed the herb rests, which you had used. As a Professor, he could easily tell them apart.

To conclude; you were high.

“So that´s what you do when you don´t come to my class.”

Abruptly you sat up and fired glaring shots at him. Draco feared you would start screaming, so angry you looked, but then you suddenly relaxed again. “I´m studying different effects of certain herbs.”

Then a pause. The smoke you exhaled glided through the air. “What do you want?”

What did he want?

He came to talk, talk like an adult, about commitments, obligations and shit. But the moment he saw you, he melted. Was it the anger in your eyes, the puffy shadows from crying, your pouting lips or the air filled with smoke? Whatever it was holding him back, he threw the plan to talk into the trash.

“Wanna get high with me?”

 But fuck it, she'll still give you a call

And a lighter when you wanna get high

And mess around 'til you get numb

She said, "It's for all the right reasons, baby

Don't care 'bout grades, just call me your lady

If I pass this quiz, will you give me your babies?

Don't call me crazy

 The clock from the astronomy tower tolled midnight. You laid in Draco´s arm on the satin couch in the room of requirements. A simple blanket covering to two of you. The breathing calmed down slowly while your fingertips traced circles on his bare chest.

Oh, you knew why he had come to find you. Talk, talk, talk. All bullshit.

Your fantasies about your Professor had turned, it wasn´t purely physical, you wanted to go on dates. Go out. Stay in. Hold hands.

After all, you should’ve seen it coming. It was inevitable.

Draco opened his mouth; his thoughts had spiraled over the same topic obviously.

You sat up. “Don´t, Draco.”

Turning to face him, your hand traced along the side of his face, to his jawline and stopped at his chest, where his hand caught yours. “You never said my name.”

Because he wasn´t Draco to you before, he was Professor Malfoy.

“Draco”, you repeated.

“Y/n.”

“Professor Malfoy.” His lazy smile dropped.

“158.”

“What?” Draco sat up as well, pushing strand of your hair back. “In 158 days I will graduate.”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “From Monday on, I will come to every class. I will call you Professor, I will answer the questions, but out of the class. We will not talk. Not for school, not private.”

You slipped away from the warmth of the blanket, swinging your legs over the couch and gathering your clothes.

“But you will wait all 158, until I´m done with you. Because I´m not your pet to fuck around with.”

 You love me, but you won't come save me

You got a wife and kids, you see them daily

Don't know why you even need me

Teacher's pet

If I'm so special, why am I secret?

Yeah, why the fuck is that?

Do you regret the things we shared that I'll never forget?

Well, do you? Tell me that

I know I'm young, but my mind is well beyond my years

I knew this wouldn't last, but fuck you, don't you leave me here

Teacher's pet

If I'm so special, why am I secret?

 158… 150… 130… 113… 100… 76… 43… 28… 10…

Every beginning was hard, and so was the beginning of the countless days as it felt to you. But even so one, the nights where you silently cried yourself to sleep became less and your unsteady heartbeat towards the potion classes became dead silent. Every ounce of feeling you had left, you buried, literally. A shirt you had once stolen, notes from him, everything. You burned it on a full moon night and dug a deep hole in the forest, swearing under your heavy breath.

One day 15 you told Nadja. She was clearly shocked to begin with, but after she heard every detail, she hugged you tightly. Explaining that she would never judge you due to that fact. She asked why you hadn´t told her earlier, why you went through the biggest part of your heartbroken times alone. You didn´t have an answer though.

Your parents were very pleased by your sudden interest to graduate as possibly best. Often had they criticized your party behavior, both being pureblooded Slytherins. However, your grades went only up through your heavy studying, as you came back to mind, you realized that Draco, wasn´t the best teacher. In his possession you found last notes from the half-blood prince, important hints to good potion-making. Why he hadn´t taught anyone them? Who knew. You didn´t question him though and you both held the promise. None of you talked to each other.

It was day five. The last exams were over and your last days in school were spent by playing pranks, parties, cozy get-togethers and cutting class. You found yourself to appreciate the beauty of school, friends and young-adulthood again, knowing well that time was almost up.

Then the graduation ball; a truly beautiful evening.

Together with your girlfriends you got ready, without magic, without talking or gossiping. It was all on the memories you had made together. You wore a long golden dress, absolutely ball worthy fitted with green details, representing your house a last time. Before the doors to the great hall, you all took a deep breath. It was then when you caught an eye of Professor Malfoy. He stood aside, looking out the window, eyes focused on the astronomy tower. “I´ll catch up to you”, you explained and Nadia threw you a worried glance, when she noticed the Professor as well. But you shrugged and stepped closer to him. A feeling of nostalgia drew you to him and for the first time, it felt like you were actually strong enough to face him. 

Without turning his eyes from the window, he spoke up. “You look stunning.”

He must have seen you through the reflection and you remembered times where your heart would jumped at a comment like this.

“I looked through your exams, you did very well, better than I back then.”

“My grades were never depending from your teaching or yourself.”

“I know.” Finally, he turned away from the window to face you. But you stood still and sturdy. “I appreciate how you didn´t tell anybody.” 

“You should focus more on your teaching methods than your students.”

He paused, still struck back by your stern expression. “I guess I always learned more from you, than you from me”, he chuckled. It was the first time in a long time that you heard his voice chuckle and even you cracked a small smile.

“I wanted to give you this.” He gave you a dark satin bag, and you immediately opened your mouth to protest. He didn´t give you a chance to do so and placed a kiss on your cheek, before wandering back into the halls of Hogwarts. Was it a goodbye? Maybe.

You carefully opened the small bag, which revealed a golden necklace with a crystal? No… It seemed to be a diamond. Not sure how to assess the present, you put it back in the bag. You had every right to be angry for the expensive present, but surprisingly you weren´t.

A gust of different feelings hit you instead, some bad, other on a more positive side. But you weren´t going into detail with them, it was your evening and you were planning on enjoying it. You had given up too much energy on bad things.

 Gimme back my money

Didn't learn a damn thing, honey, from you

Except how to lie and cheat while inside the sheets

Stop calling me your bunny

I won't hop and you don't own me

Do you? I bet you think you do

Well, you don't

 16 days over the margin of the days between breakup and graduation, you had spent your weeks in freedom at your parents. Technically seen, it was all over, at least you thought so. You met up with Nadia and other friends, even ran into Aaron in London. And even though it had barely been to weeks, it already felt like years to you. Facing now new duties, you had started thinking about a job, but you hadn´t decided yet. If it was up to your parents, you were basically up to marry (preferably a pureblood). You argued against that in a strong matter, like you so often did, but they did still throw a little after graduation party for you. Most of your friends, as well as their families came. But even more friends from your parents were invited. It was more a show-off event. 

You had settled on a simple black dress for the evening, but your mind then slipped to Draco´s present and it might have been stupid, but you decided to wear it. When you walked down the stairs, most of the guests had already arrived. Your eyes fell to your group of friends and you smiled at them. But firstly, you joined your parents, both of them complimenting on your looks, but then you noticed the third person standing with them. You recognized her. “Y/n, this is Narzissa Malfoy.”

Your smiled twitched, but you kept it up. For your own sake mostly. “We think you should really meet her son; he is still single.”

You rolled your eyes at your mother´s comment. But then Narzissa spoke up, she didn´t seem to bothered about the rather unfitting comment. She wore the grey, black strands of hair in an elegant updo, but she seemed exhausted. You knew that the Malfoy´s had avoided the public long, it didn´t need to be explained why. “I think you already know him, wasn´t he your Professor?”

You swallowed. “Yeah.”

Wondering for a second, if she knew something, or if she knew the necklace you were wearing. If she did, she didn´t give it away. “Draco, come here, would you?”

She waved and the tall blonde joined your small group. You hadn´t seen him before, which made you somewhat proud. You weren´t anymore too focused on him. And even though he was a guest in your house for your party, he still seemed surprised. Maybe he had hoped to avoid you. For a split second he starred at the necklace and his eyes glistened.

“Y/n.” “Professor.”

Your mother nudged your side. “He isn´t your teacher anymore, I don´t think he minds you calling him by his first name.” She whispered, but was still loud enough for every one to hear.

Oh, he wouldn´t.

Your father smiled awkwardly at your mother´s behavior, pulling her slightly away. “I think Y/n, is in good hands, we should greet the other guests.”

Left alone with Malfoy, you took a few steps away from the crowd.

“They´re right, I´m not your teacher anymore.” Draco cleared his throat. It was like he was actually trying to say something, but nothing followed. 

“But am I still your pet?”

 Teacher's pet

If I'm so special, why am I secret?

Yeah, why the fuck is that?

Do you regret the things we shared that I'll never forget?

Well, do you? Tell me that

I know I'm young, but my mind is well beyond my years

I knew this wouldn't last, but fuck you, don't you leave me here

Teacher's pet

@feelthefeelingsinsideyou @illuminateshawnm  @imaginesforlotsofthings @suburbiasqueen

#draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy oneshot #draco malfoy x reader #Draco Malfoy #Tom Felton #harry potter imagine #mariamermaidimagine

[mindlesschicca]

17 Questions

I wasn’t going to do this cuz I’m a lazy fuck, but since I got tagged by @somin-yin @augustinegaius AND @starfurys I feel like I have no choice but to do it. It was meant to be I guess.

Rules: Answer these 17 questions and tag 17 people to do the same. Have fun!

-Nicknames: My close friends call me Ang and my discord friends call me AG. People used to call me angie but I started to dislike it as I got older 

-Zodiac Sign: Aries Gang!!!

-Height: 5′2. I’m a smol bean🥺

-Hogwart House: I took the test but I dont remember my results but whatever I got, I dont really care cuz I know nothing about Harry Potter

-Last Thing I googled: Meteor Garden imagines cuz I need more Huaze Lei in my life

-Song Stuck In My Head: Do It by Chloe x Halle -Number Of Followers:117 and only 12 of these hoes interact with me and I love them with all my heart

-Amount Of Sleep: what is sleep?

-Lucky Number: I like the number 7 and 9

-Dream Job: Not completely sure. I’m a community health major so I will do something health related but Im stuck between wanting to be a nutritionist, going to med school to be a doctor or nurse, and being a health teacher.

-Wearing: grey legging, oversized grey t-shirt, and my bonnet. Im about to put my weave on to go to target

-Favorite Song: it varies. Right not it’s Do It by Chloe x Halle

-Favorite Instrument: The harp. but I also have a good connection with the piano and the clarinet because I used to play back in the day. bitch I’m a rapper

-Aesthetic: I’m all over the place. I’m a diva so I love the glam aesthetic, but I’m also boujee but soft so I love a Parisian aesthetic but I also crave inner peace so I like warm ore and cabin core aesthetics. It mostly depends on my current mood. Rn my bedroom is has a babygirl feel to it but I wanna change it again but that costs money. Sad face

-Favorite Author: Toni Morrison

-Favorite Animal Noise:  i recent heard an oil sneeze and watched a goat make the most horrid sound and I love them both

-Random: I love all things beauty. If I wasn’t already getting a degree in community health, I’d be in cosmology school.

I don’t know 17 people so imma just get wild and tag whoever.

@elixirtchalla @red-typhoon @undermounts @incorrectzutaraquotes @tyrilstarfuries @niaellrious @gaius-augustine-blog @mrs-gaius-augustine @kittykatchoices @imturaa

[magicismighthq]

Lucinda Talkot | 19 | Cis female She/her | Pureblood | Neutral | Code 2

“Now I saw a friend of mine, all the comfort invested in my soul to feel the warmth of his smile when he said "I'm happy to have you home.”

Once upon a time there was a babygirl with red hair and curls that challenged Shirley Temple. Her name was Lucinda Sloane Talkalot. She grew up in Galway, Ireland with lovely, doting parents, Brady and Fiona. She played in the fields and king of the hill with her older sisters, Cara and Nessa. Lucinda always strived to win. Despite her small size and young age managed to knock her sisters down once she reached the top, throwing her arms up in a fit of success. Life was good. She knew nothing of magic and the wizarding world. Lucinda was merely a child; normal, ambitious, strong  and skilled in whatever she put her mind to. She was loving. The Talkalots were the perfect Irish family.

Lucinda did not expect her life to change so dramatically when she turned ten. Her birthday party consisted of her constantly smiling family but something was different and the young girl could tell. It wasn’t their normal behavior. When she blew out her candles Lucinda wished to share stories with her family, things they held near and dear to their hearts. Her introspective self wanted to know more about where they all came from.

Her wish came true.

The entire Talkalot family sat in their warm living room, the fireplace crackling. Lucinda smiled excitedly as she asked her father to go first. Brady looked at Fiona with uncertainty before asking Lucinda to sit between her and Fiona while Cara and Nessa day slumped. This was the day Lucinda found out she was adopted.

The young girl’s face fell and asked one word: “what?” Fiona explained to her that she had a friend she grew up with, Aisling, and what a wonderful person and friend she was but the two were separated when they turned eleven because Aisling had to go to a special school that Fiona wasn’t allowed. Another one word question: “why?” Fiona explained that Aisling was able to do special things. Like magic. Lucinda’s eyes widened at the fantastical thought. Then the ball dropped. “One day Aisling came home with a boy named Torin and they were pregnant. Unfortunately they weren’t able to care for the little one. They named her Lucinda, a girl as special as the woman who carried her. A girl who could do special magical things too.” Lucinda didn’t know how to react. It was a mixture of excitement, sadness and confusion.

She had a year to digest what she had learned before receiving her letter from Hogwarts. And meeting her birth parents, Aisling and Torin Quinn, a pureblood family. When Lucinda laid eyes on the two she saw a different set of parents than the Talkalots. Torin was stiff and emotionless and Aisling stood behind him, unable to stop looking at the redhead she had to give up with tears in her eyes. It was a brief meeting where she was given bucket loads of money to get her through school. They – Torin – coldly explained they could not be in Lucinda’s life at that moment in time. When they walked out the door, Lucinda looked down until an unfamiliar set of arms quickly wrapped around her. “I will write to you, darling.” Aisling rushed out the door before Lucinda could say anything.

She maintained her happy nature but with an air of wondering what would happen next and if there would be yet another thing would change her life forever – which Hogwarts would.

Her cunning mind landed Lucinda into Slytherin house. When her peers talked about blood status, she admitted she was a pureblood herself, discovering that was the best answer she could have given so she ran with it. Lucinda spent her time at Hogwarts befriending anyone she could, although she never quite clicked with many. She was always different, but it was something she enjoyed about herself. She felt quirky and unique. The young woman grew into a competitive, skilled Quidditch player and eventually Quidditch captain. It was where she found herself most at home being a leader and part of a team, something she unexpectedly enjoyed.

It helped Lucinda get through her seven years getting to know her birth mother, Aisling Quinn. She received more letters than anyone around her. Love was showered on her from the Talkalot family and her birth mother. She couldn’t have been more appreciative for having an actual family that cared as opposed to what she saw the other Slytherins having. It gave Lucinda a sense of solace in a place she felt she didn’t necessarily get along with.

Lucinda also wanted to be among the crowd of pranksters. She was sarcastic and witty with a mind that wanted to make people laugh. The problem was that her fellow Slytherins weren’t of the same mindset. On the whole, they were serious to the core. Lucinda didn’t have anyone to have silly fun with – not like the boys who became part of the so-called Marauders. She watched the Gryffindors from afar knowing it wouldn’t be appropriate Slytherin behavior to engage in such things, especially with those four. It was difficult to watch them enjoy each other’s company and do as they wished when Lucinda felt she couldn’t. However, she also felt a certain enjoyment in living vicariously through them. She had a few close friends she was able to be her absolute, true self with and enjoyed that for what it was worth. That was enough.

Following school, Lucinda wondered if she should pursue a Quidditch career but had doubts. She was always waiting for the other shoe to drop, just as it did on her tenth birthday but reminded herself what that life change had given her: an immense amount of love and acceptance. It wasn’t something she was able to give as freely as she would have liked, even if she felt for many people. Ultimately Lucinda decided to wait on the Quidditch career, giving herself time to think about it. In the meantime, Lucinda found a job as a potioneer, having potions being her best and most exciting class at Hogwarts.

The tension and war in the world she chose to live in was tangible. Lucinda didn’t know how to choose a side or if she even should. The Talkalots were muggles but raised her with more care than anyone deserved. And Aisling not only taught her about the wizarding world but grew to form a bond Lucinda didn’t know she was missing. Her two worlds collided and there was no getting around it. Lucinda now finds herself at a crossroads with no answer except to have no answer.

↳ Played by: June ↳ Faceclaim: Jane Levy

#Lucinda Talkalot #Code: 2 #affiliation: neutral #status: taken

[keeperofssouls]

2, 4, 7, 11, 13, 14, 17, 18, 19, 20, 22, 23, 24, 25, 27, 28, 32, 36, 42, 47, 48, and 49 please baby :)

2. What are you obsessed with right now?

you as always hehe

4. What piercings do you want?

second one on both ear lobes, helix, maybe some other ear ones idk tho, nipples, nose

7. Who are you jealous of?

your bed :(( and anyone who gets to be with you

11. If you could teleport anywhere in the world right now, where would you go?

your bed hehehe

13. Do you have/would you get your nipples pierced?

yeah lmao 

14. How would you spend a million dollars?

buy a house with you and the orphanage ofc :)) 

17. Are you angry with anyone right now?

nope 

18. What tattoos do you want?

something with you, and then like idk for sure what tattoos but def on my wrist, ribs, shoulder/upper arm area, forearms (i think thats it) 

19. If you could change your name, would you? What would you change it to?

hmm idk maybe and idk what i would change it to lmao

20. What is something you’re obsessed with?

✨y ✨ o ✨ u ✨  

22. Tag someone you think is hot.

@hiddenn-escape

23. Who are five of your favorite bands/musical artists?

taylor swift, fletcher, post malone, girl in red, shawn mendes 

24. What are three places you want to travel?

virginia, germany, italy 

25. Describe your perfect Friday night.

literally anything with you (and cuddles hehe)

27. What’s your pet peeve?

people leaving water on the floor in the bathroom or kitchen if that makes sense lmao

28. Who is the funniest person you know?

me duh hehehe (and you hehe)

32. If you could live in a fictional world, what world would you pick?

maybe hogwarts idk for sure 

36. Do you still have feelings for any of your exes?

youre one of my exes sooooooooo

42. Describe the hottest person you know.

amazing smile, long v pretty black hair, glasses, perfect dimples, 4′10″, amazingly perfect, doesnt sleep enough, dehydrated, love of my life, currently brushing her teeth, is super adorable and cute, makes me laugh and smile, nice lips, gives wonderful kisses, love spending time with her 

47. If you could marry any celebrity, who would you pick?

maybe kristen stewart idk tho

48. Describe your ideal partner.

you, you, you, you, and you hehehe

49. Who do you text the most?

you hehe

Thank you for the ask babygirl! <3