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Dress - Harry J. Potter

I don’t want you like a best friend. Only bought this dress so you could take it off.

Harry J. Potter x Fem!reader

~1,1K words Summary: After defeating Lord Voldemort Harry Potter wants nothing more than to be happy. To have an easy, simple life. Be boring for a while. Things have changed. The golden trio becomes a loved-up duo and leaves Harry spending more time by himself than he likes. Things with Ginny Weasley just didn’t work out, both of them have changed and they have gone their separate ways. He spends more and more time with you, his best friend and decides to ask you to be his plus one at Ron and Hermione’s wedding. 

Author’s note: this is pure, sickly sweet fluff inspired by the TS song Dress. Hope you enjoy, please leave me a comment or reblog, it makes my day! 

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It would make me so happy to go to R&H’s  wedding together. Will you go with me?,’ Harry had written to you a few weeks earlier. You had written your reply with shaking hands.  I would love to, Harry. 

And so there you were on a sunny Spring day wearing a flowy, fairytale like dress that complemented all your curves, waiting for Harry Potter. 

Ron and Hermione were getting married today and you were beyond excited. You loved weddings. Adored them. There was something so magical and promising about two people dressed up to the nines, in front of all their loved ones, making vows that would last a lifetime. It was even more special when the people getting married were two of your best friends. 

You met Harry, Ron and Hermione when you were just eleven on your first day at Hogwarts. Being muggle born you didn’t know anyone who went to Hogwarts and you were so anxious. The trio was kind to you and accepted you into their little friend group. After the Wizarding War you remained closest to Harry. Ron and Hermione had finally confessed their love to each other and were making up for lost time by never leaving each other’s company or their home for that matter. 

During those post-war years you and Harry grew closer than ever and spent a lot of time together. He was the best friend anyone could ask for, but lately your feelings for him changed. You had fallen for the Chosen one. The man with the lightning shaped scar on his forehead and the fierce green eyes. The kind wizard who was seemingly unaware of the magnetic power he had on you. 

And then he asked you to go to the wedding together. Maybe he meant it just as friends, but you felt hopeful. Maybe today you were finally going to be brave enough to confess your feelings. 

You arrived before Harry did and had some time to take in the beautiful scenery. The wedding would take place outside, in the idyllic backyard of Bill and Fleur’s Shell Cottage. There were wildflowers everywhere and champagne flutes floated through the air. You grabbed one and took a sip. Maybe a bit of liquid courage was exactly what you needed. 

A faint pop behind you startled you and when you turned around you felt a mixture of comfort and anxiety when you saw Harry Potter had appeared behind you. 

‘Forgive me for being late. You look absolutely gorgeous,’ he said after pressing a kiss on your cheek. You hoped he didn’t notice you blushing just a little. When you replied, he was still staring at you.

‘No problem, I only just arrived. You look very handsome as well, Harry,’ you answered. His dark green dress robes made his eyes pop even more and his hair wasn't as messy as usual. You liked his messy, raven coloured hair that never seemed to want to behave in a certain way and you had to resist the urge to run your hands through his hair to mess it up a bit more. 

‘Please, everyone, take your seats. The ceremony is about to begin!’ Mrs. Weasley said rather agitated and you and Harry both went and took a seat at the front. 

The ceremony was intimate and beautiful. You were sure Ron had had a bit too much to drink before, he slurred his words a bit during his vows and his posture was a bit unsteady. Hermione looked radiant, even more beautiful than on a normal day. 

Maybe it was wishful thinking, but you thought you felt Harry’s eyes wander to you at least a couple of times during the ceremony. You were very aware of your upper legs touching ever so slightly and when you wiped away a few happy tears, he squeezed your hand softly. 

When Ron and Hermione were officially husband and wife and the newlyweds were sharing a passionate kiss, everyone got up and cheered. 

‘Let’s celebrate!’ Ron yelled enthusiastically. The chairs were magicked away which made space for a dancefloor. Harry took your hands and the both of you started to dance. You let him lead you over the dancefloor, never breaking eye contact for longer than a few seconds. After a while you two decided it was time to take a break and have a drink. Harry took two glasses of champagne from one of the floating trays and gave you one. You stood there in silence for a moment, looking at Ron and Hermione, locked into a tight embrace in the center of the dancefloor. 

‘You’re my best friend. I’m glad we’re here together,’ Harry suddenly said with a beaming smile. You had always been proud to call someone as kind and authentic as Harry Potter your best friend, but now the words hurt you. They felt empty. Not anything close to what you actually felt for him. 

‘I don’t want to be your best friend,’ you heard yourself say. His eyes widened in confusion and a few wrinkles appeared on his forehead as he frowned. 

‘Well, I mean, I like being your best friend. But I want to be more,’ you said so quietly it was no more than a whisper. Harry grabbed your hand and leaned in a bit. 

‘Well, to be honest, I didn’t ask you to come with me as a friend,’ he said with a slight flush on his cheeks. You looked at him in disbelief. Could it be? Could your feelings for Harry be mutual?

‘Is it weird to ask you to be my girlfriend at our best friends’ wedding?’ You giggled. 

‘I don’t know, maybe you should try it.’ 

Harry took a deep breath, straightened his back and took both your hands in his, in a way very similar to the way Ron and Hermione had stood before them not too long ago. 

‘My lovely best friend. Would you mind if I started to call you my girlfriend from now on?’ 

‘That would make me very happy,’ you answered. Harry looked relieved and then came a bit closer. His face was just inches away from you. 

‘I guess that since you’re my girlfriend now, I finally get to kiss you.’

‘I guess you’re right,’ you said with a smile on your face. He leaned in and pressed his lips on yours. Even though you had fantasized about this moment for so long, it was way better in reality. His lips were softer than you could have imagined and the touch of them woke a million butterflies that had been sleeping in your stomach.  

‘Okay, now let’s go and find a place where I can take off that dress. It’s absolutely gorgeous, but I think I like what’s underneath it even more,’ he said with a mischievous smile. 

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You're Scared Of Thunderstorms ▪︎ Harry Potter

A/N: I was surprised by how many people liked admiring them from afar! So I decided to write this, as there's supposed to be a thunderstorm heading my way tomorrow. I love thunderstorms but I wanted this to be fluffy so that's why you're scared lol 🤯

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Harry Potter

Harry would be in his school bed with you by his side, when the thunderstorm would start. He'd feel you tense up when the rain began pouring and he'd look your way, questioning you with his eyes.

"What's wrong?" He'd ask softly, his voice barely above a whisper. His arms snaking their way around your waist. You'd immediately latch yourself to him, hands gripping his sweater with a ferocity. He'd frown at your silence and kiss your cheek to get your attention, while you looked around frantically.

"What's wrong darling?" You'd finally look his way, your breath shaky and eyes blown wide.

"I-...I don't like thunderstorms." You'd tell him, and just right after a clap of lightning would hit the ground, causing you to shriek and hide your face into the crook of his neck, your body shaking uncontrollably. Harry would frown at the reaction and hold you closely, pulling the blankets from his bed over the two of you. He'd then shush you gently all while stroking your hair with his free hand.

"Don't worry honey, it's okay,"

Draco Malfoy

Draco would be at his desk inside his prefect room, with you lounging on his bed when the storm starts. He'd be a bit too consumed in his work to notice you jump as the rain beings to pour. You don't want to disturb him, so you simply try to keep quiet by hiding underneath his blankets. But as a crack of lightning hits the school, you jump and involuntarily let out a squeak. Draco immediately looks over and sees you underneath the blanket, about to ask questions before he sees you shaking. He'd forget about his school work immediately and lift the blankets to slide in next to you.

"Come here darling, it's okay."

You'd grasp onto him like the world was ending, and he'd hold you closely, rubbing your back and kissing the top of your head.

He'd begin humming a song to you as well, as he knew you loved the sound of his voice. He'd do so until you fall asleep and he'd then kiss you goodnight and let sleep overcome him as well.

"I love you darling, don't worry, I'm here for you."

Ron Weasley

Ron would be at his home, the Burrow, specifically in his room with you by his side. It was after dinner and time for bed, Ron and you however would always stay up a bit past the curfew his mother had set. The storm would begin while Ron was undressing into his pajamas, you already in yours and laying on his bed. He'd pay no mind to the rain, but you'd immediately be on high alert once it started. As Ron slides in next to you, a snap of lightning strikes the ground nearby and you shriek, nearly falling off Ron's bed in the process. Ron would catch you and chuckle lightly, before seeing the terrified look on your face.

"Woah woah, what's wrong darling?" He'd ask, grabbing his blankets and placing them over the both of you. You'd scoot closer to him and point simply to the sky. Ron would make an 'O' face and pull you closer protectively, rubbing your arms, back, and kissing your head, anything to help bring your mind off the storm.

"Don't worry love, it should be over soon."

Sorry it's rather short again, reblogs appreciated! <3

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Admiring Them From Afar▪︎ Harry Potter

A/N: first time writing anything in awhile but I wanted to get back to it, I miss writing 😭 gotta kick myself out of this writers block (also sorry if Draco's is longer, he's my favorite 😭😂)

Harry Potter

Harry would be attempting to focus in class but would feel something nagging at him. As if his body was telling him that someone or something had their eyes on him. So when he finally decided to turn the way his body wanted him to, he saw you. His first instinct is to smile and maybe nod, but he could only stare right back. Your eyes were looking him up and down, not suggestively but in a more admiration like way. He was certainly flattered, but since it was you, he felt his cheeks begin to burn. When you realize he's caught you, you smile sheepishly and turn away clearing your throat.

After class, he would call your name and bring you over to a vacant corner, the blush from earlier still visible on his cheeks.

"I uh, I'm sorry Harry. I hope I didn't creep you out, your just...really pretty." You spoke, fiddling with your hands. Harry raised his brows and rubbed his neck.

"You...you think I'm pretty?" He would ponder, the blush deepening. A strike of confidence would hit him however, and he would smile flirtatiously.

"Well, if it means anything, I think you're awfully pretty too,"

Draco Malfoy

Draco would be in class chopping up ingredients for his potion. He, unlike Harry, was use to stares from others and thought nothing of it. But when he hears a hiss and a knife drop, he raises his head. Only to see you had cut yourself. He chuckles a bit, walking over to you with that damned walk of his and picks up the knife you dropped, placing it back on your table.

"Too busy admiring me?" He jokes, watching as you stuck your cut finger into your mouth. He would scoff and immediately pull it out.

"Don't do that, that's disgusting," he would say, using the first aid kit that was nearby (due to other troublesome students in the past) and start tending to the wound.

"Sorry, I didn't think you would notice me," you say sheepishly as he patches you up. He freezes at the statement however, looking back up at you with a light pink blush dusting his cheeks. He was joking, you were actually staring at him?

"I just think you're really beautiful," you would continue, not realizing he had his eyes on you. It would take him a moment to collect his thoughts, but he would eventually clear his throat and rub your hand to get your attention.

"Mm, next time be sure to not have anything sharp in your hands, I don't want to see such a pretty girl all cut up,"

Ron Weasley

Ron would definitely be at the great hall eating his life away, all while listening to Hermione and Harry chat. You were sat beside Harry while Hermione sat beside him, and would feel eyes on him. He would look all around, hoping it wasn't Malfoy or one of his goons but ultimately wouldnt find anyone staring at him. Eventually he would look your way and choke on his food, causing you to laugh and stand up to help pat his back. He was not expecting it to be you. After his near death, he would speak up, out of breath.

"Were you staring at me?" He would ask, confusion all over his face. You would blush immensely and look away, rubbing your hands together. He would smile and chuckle, making you look back at him.

"That's alright, I find myself staring at you too."

Sorry that it's only these three! I might add more in the future, but I'm not too confident in my writing just yet lol, reblogs appreciated!

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You've Got That Something

Characters: Ominis Gaunt x reader

Summary: Something has changed, something almost imperceptible, and now Ominis is left longing to reach out in a way he has always avoided.  

Word Count: 1593 words

A/N: I have a few feelings about this character. Hope you enjoy.

The early autumn sun shone through the window to his right, casting a warmth over his cheek that he loved to bask in. He had sat in the same seat since first year, partly because he liked to be a creature of habit, but mostly because the sunlight combined with the scent of old parchment was soothing enough to lull him to sleep when combined with Professor Binns drone. He felt relaxed here, as if the whole world slowed down around him for an hour or so.

This year however, something seemed off, something unsettled him. He was sitting in his usual seat, his parchment and quill on the desk. The shaft of sunlight warmed his skin, and his ears slowly began to tune out the words of the professor until they became white noise. The scent of ink and leather mixed pleasantly in his nostrils. So why did he have this strange sense of nerves?  

With a soft frown on his lips, Ominis leaned his chin on his hand, trying to pinpoint his discomfort. Something to his left, that’s where this strange tingling sensation began. He could feel the hairs on his arm raise beneath his shirt sleeves as he tentatively leaned in that direction.

You had sat beside Ominis regularly for the last few years, and he had appreciated the times you had shared your notes with him or ensured he awoke just before the end of class so he would not be late for his next one. Although he would not refer to you as a ‘friend’, you were something more than an acquaintance, and your presence had never bothered him before. Perhaps you had changed something about yourself and his failure to place it was what caused his irritation.

He could hear your soft, steady breathing and he did not need to use his wand to know that you had drifted off amidst the scintillating story Professor Binns was imparting to his class. Imagining you casually leant on the desk while you slumbered brought a soft smile to his lips, amusing him for some reason. Focusing a little more, he could smell the familiar scent of your soap, your shampoo, the two mingling together to make an intoxicating aroma that he believed would make a rather successful perfume, if it wasn’t available as one already.

A sudden desire to sit closer to you overtook him, and before he could catch himself, his arm had brushed against yours and a pleasant shiver ran through him. Well. That was certainly something new. He had been so busy attempting to analyze this new experience that he failed to notice his movement had woken you rather suddenly.

You sat up rigidly, your arm flailing and your hand coming to rest on his for a moment as your fight or flight responses calmed within you. As soon as you realised that you were not in any danger, you removed your hand and gave him an embarrassed chuckle.

“Sorry about that, Ominis. Must have dropped off for a second.” You whispered sheepishly.

“It’s alright.” He returned, although internally it was as if a warning siren had gone off and everything was launched into panic stations. He rarely allowed any form of physical contact from people, not wishing to be seen as weak, but the warmth of your skin on his, even for that fraction of a second, had changed him irreparably. He felt as if his nerve endings were all aflame, and the only way the agony could be quashed was by your touch. This was most certainly an unfortunate turn of events.

The ghost of your touch haunted him. He would run his fingertips over the back of his hand, believing you must have left some physical mark. How could a moment which occurred weeks ago still plague him?

“Ominis, mate, I don’t think it should be this colour.” Sebastian’s voice cut through his thoughts, and he hummed in annoyance. He hated potions.

“And what colour, prey tell, is this concoction supposed to be? And how do you propose we rectify this?” He snarked, already frustrated with this brew.

“Hey, don’t get your pants in a twist, I was just saying, I think we might have gone a bit wrong somewhere.” Seb turned his attention back to the recipe, trying to figure out what they had missed.

“Ooooh, looks like you gentlemen may need a little help.” Your voice had Ominis straightening up his already fairly impeccable posture. He turned in your direction, all hint of irritation banished from his face.

“I fear it is rather a case of the blind leading the blind over here.” He sighed, his joke earning him a chuckle from you. The sound made his chest swell and he felt the desire to make you laugh again.

“Let me see.”

Ominis was aware of you moving behind him, coming to stand between himself and Sebastian as you peered into the bubbling cauldron.

“Ah, you haven’t put the sneezewort in there. It’ll change the colour, but be careful, you only need a sprinkle. Here, if you grind some like this…”

Ominis’ world tilted on its axis as he felt your fingers brush his, placing a pestle and mortar in his hands. When he failed to actually grind the small white flowers, you had wrapped your hand around his and helped him, completely unaware that your touch had caused the poor boy to entirely shut down.

“Right, now, if you pop a pinch in the potion, you should be back on track.” He could hear the smile in your voice, and he wondered if it was aimed at him or Sebastian.

Ominis was so distracted by this thought that he did not pay attention to how much sneezewort he picked up and tossed into the mixture.

There was a loud bang and suddenly his face was covered with a sticky substance. Realising that if he was covered, then you would be too, he immediately began to apologise profusely.

“Don’t worry, Gaunt. Green might just be my colour.” You had chuckled, reaching up with a tissue to wipe some of the potion from his cheek.

“You three, go get yourselves cleaned up.” The crisp tone of Professor Sharp’s voice rang out and Ominis felt you pull away, leaving him craving more of your touch.

Sitting in the Great Hall, he could hear the scratching of quills on parchment, the soft whispering of those daring enough to risk the wrath of the professors in charge of study hall, and the frustrated sigh that escaped you as you studied beside him. Whatever assignment you were working on appeared to have you rather perplexed, and he wished he could give some insight that would ease your worries, but he had found himself struggling to form coherent sentences around you since the incident in potions class.

Ominis felt you shift beside him, your knee brushing his for a fraction of a second, but that was all it took for his entire body to scream out for you. The warmth of your touch, the tenderness, it made him feel so happy deep down in his soul, made him believe that true happiness not only existed but that he was capable of having such a thing.

Sebastian looked up from his scribbling and smirked. His friend was definitely not as skillful at masking his new found feelings as he thought. The light dusting of redness on his cheeks, the way his head tilted towards you that let Sebastian know Ominis was listening intently to you, it was incredibly obvious that the Gaunt boy was infatuated.

Imelda nudged Sebastian and nodded over to Ominis with a grin. Seb gave her a warning look, not wanting Ominis embarrassed. As the two of them watched, their friends hand came to rest on the table, fingers twitching slightly every so often.

“This is painful.” Imelda whispered, rolling her eyes but unable to keep her attention away from what was happening for long.

Ominis’ fingers stretched out, as if he were just relieving some tension there, and his little finger grazed against the cuff of your robe. And there it stayed for what felt like an eternity.

Sebastian held his breath as he noticed you glance down at Ominis’ hand, the corners of your lips quirking up. Slowly, you extended your little finger, until it came to rest pressed against his.

Imelda’s eyes widened in excitement and Sebastian punched her in the arm to stop her from saying something.

Ominis’ heart was racing as he felt your finger next to his. Perhaps it was an accident, but then you hadn’t pulled away. Wanting to test his ‘accident’ theory, he hooked his little finger over yours and waited with bated breath. Gosh, it was hot. Had it always been this warm in the Great Hall?

Your hand shifted, and suddenly he felt your palm pressed to his. You had turned your hand, so the back now rested on the table and had interlaced your fingers with his, giving him a light squeeze as if to ask if this was okay.

Ominis dipped his head, failing to hide the goofy smile that now pulled at his lips as he squeezed your hand in return. He was not the sort of person who would usually indulge in such a public display of affection, but having your hand in his finally calmed him, allowed him to actually focus on his assignment.

That was until Sebastian fell off the bench when Imelda sought payback for the arm punch.

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I um... tripped! [O.G.]

pairing: ominis gaunt x slytherin!reader (gender neutral)

genre: fluff, slight angst, idk??

warnings: mention of blood. ominis might spontaneously go gray. can be read platonically, kind of. also english is not my first language and i wrote this while high on sleep deprivation lol

word count: 862

a/n: hi!! this is my first hogwarts legacy fic. i've written before here and there but it's been a long time lol. i hope you guys enjoy!

prompt: "they do a poor job of hiding the damage"

summary: you're out doing keeper stuff, ominis is concerned.

Stumbling through the common room doors, you cling to the wall like a lifeline. The winding of the stairs makes you feel even worse. As you near the bottom of the stairs, you strain your ears trying to figure out if anyone was still awake. Silence. You relax a bit as you continue to limp down the stairs. 

You should've known better. 

As soon as you make it all the way down, that ever-concerned voice speaks up, "And where in Merlin's name have you been?" 

“Bloody hell Ominis, how many times do I have to ask you to stop doing that?!” You clutch your heart. He turns his head in your direction, deadpan look on his face. “I wouldn’t have to if you’d stop coming back so late every bloody day.” 

You grumble, “You know I have keeper stuff to do.” Ominis can’t stop the sigh from escaping. “Yes, I’m aware of that, but do you have to keep doing it in the middle of the night?” 

Unbeknownst to him, you’re swaying on your feet, “Can we not do this right now, please, I just want to go to bed.” You don't wait for a response. Knowing full well he’d pop a vein if he knew of your current condition, you try to make as little noise as possible as you move in the direction of your room. 

Ominis scoffs and jumps up from where he was sitting on the chesterfield so fast, you’d think someone just slapped him. “No, we are doing this now!” He makes his way over to you in just a few strides, “You’re never around long enough during the day for us to have this conversation then! Do you have any id—” He freezes up at the sound of a loud thud.

Frantically waving his wand around, he finally finds you, on the floor. “Wha— Are you okay?” 

Any other day, in any other situation, you’d have laughed at how big his eyes have gotten since the start of your… conversation. Right now however, you were too preoccupied with keeping your pain hidden from him. You cough, “Yeah, I’m fine, I um… tripped! Over uh… Violet’s shoe..?” Mentally beating yourself up over how bad of an excuse that was.

“Right…” He holds his left hand out for you to grab, “Come on then.” 

Too preoccupied with keeping your labored breaths down, you don't notice his hand until he hisses your name. “Oh. Sorry,” you gingerly grab his hand. 

Now, Ominis wouldn’t describe himself as strong, he can’t exactly participate in sports given his lack of sight. But the blood-curdling scream you let out as he pulled you up, would make anyone think he just ripped your body apart.

Feeling your weight drop back down, he quickly wraps his arms around you to catch you. “What’s wrong?! Did I hurt you? Wait— Did someone hurt you out there?!” Eyes darting around, as if trying to find the damage.

Still trying to catch your breath, you can only groan in response. He strokes your hair as he carefully walks you back towards the couch. Repeating apologies like a prayer. He pulls you onto his lap, not sure whether he should be careful and hold you like a porcelain doll, or to pull you closer and hold on for dear life. When he feels you lean into him, he settles on the latter. 

"I'm sorry," by now he's realized that the iron smell of blood he got a waft of earlier wasn't the blood of your enemies, it was yours. "I'm so, so sorry."

Finally able to breathe easier now, you wrap your arms around his torso. "It's not your fault. Please don't beat yourself up about it."

"Why didn't you tell me?" He frowns, tears brimming his eyes. "And why didn't you take a wiggenweld potion?"

You sigh, "Well, I knew you'd be upset with me and... I ran out at some point." Looking down in shame.

"You're damn right I'd be upset," he huffs, "But I'd at least wait until after you're okay to lecture you." Realizing how silly you’d been acting, you mumble an apology into his neck.

"What? I didn't quite catch that." He fails to fight the smirk threatening to break out. You roll your eyes, but give in anyway, "I said, you're right and I'm sorry."

"Hmm no, still didn't catch that."

Exasperated now, you huff, "You're right and I'm wrong.” Finally satisfied, he allows the smile on his face to grow even more. "Now will you help patch me up?"

He winces, "Not sure how you could forget darling, but I'm horrible at potions, I don't have any wiggenweld potions for you." You groan, "Ugh right. Then can you just hold me until you can get Sebastian to get some for me?" 

“Of course,” Shifting your bodies so you’re both laying down on the couch, you on top of his chest, he summons the blanket resting on the other couch to drape over you. "Now, get some rest."

As you settle into the warmth of his body, you drift off to sleep. The last thing you feel is his lips on your forehead.

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Hogwarts Legacy modern AU

-Ominis is speaking to Meatball in Parseltongue-

Sebastian: It creeps me out when you do that. Couldn’t you have just gotten a cat or something?

Meatball: Can I bite him?

Ominis: No, you may not.

Sebastian: No he can’t what?

Ominis: I told him he couldn’t bite you.

Sebastian: Hey! What’s his problem?

Ominis: He says you’re mouthy and obnoxious.

Sebastian: Little shit.

Meatball: -hisses-

-MC enters the room-

MC: There’s my little meatball! I missed you!

Ominis: Hello to you too. I’m fine, thanks for asking.

MC: I could’ve been talking to you. My little meatball! -pinches his cheek-

Ominis: Don’t ever do that again.

Meatball: Do it again!

Ominis: You always take her side.

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Ages ago I did this post with the others (before I created Marvolo) realised I've never done it with him sooooo..

Marvolos reaction to walking into the bedroom, seeing MC lay on the bed naked. 💚

Marvolo: *wanders in casually*

MC: *lay naked waiting for him*

Marvolo: *sees her and takes in a deep inhale through his nose, his head falling back, biting his lip, putting a hand on his chest*

MC: *giggles*

Marvolo: *looks at her with a devilish grin* Jesus Christ...Look at you..Mmmph.

MC: You liiiiiiike? *chuckles*

Marvolo: Like? P-HA! *starts taking off his clothes* I fucking LOVE *licks his lips*

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Imagine Severus with a girlfriend/wife who is constantly in the mood for sex, she loves him too much and is literally blinded with love for him, but is also able to keep him in the bedroom and have a few orgasms together before starting the day 🤭😘

NSFW

I got you with the horny girlfriend part, anon 😉

And imagine…

Every morning when he wakes up, he’s greeted with soft touches and tender kisses and a warm embrace and it feels so good simply to be held. But there’s usually more, and if he doesn’t have time, he doesn’t mind waking up a little earlier to make time (or stealing a quickie in the spare fifteen minutes they manage to organise together midway through the day, but the wait for that can be torture).

He’s irresistible, truly. How witches haven’t been lining up for a piece of him is a mystery too her, but boy does she feel lucky to be the one in his bed.

When she strokes him to orgasm, or rides him or disappears beneath the sheets to satisfy him with her mouth, it’s another level of intimacy he never realised he needed. And Merlin does he need it now he’s had a taste.

He wakes each morning craving it, already achingly hard. And if she wakes first, she might even hear him whimpering her name in his sleep, anticipating what’s to come. Or she will wake with his erection pressed proudly into her back and wiggle herself closer just to hear him gasp.

Severus rarely starts the day without a good orgasm now, and although he’s very much Still Snape, he has a spring in his step and a little more energy than normal. He sleeps better too, since she always finds time to send him to sleep satisfied.

Every spare moment gets throughout the day, she’s on his mind as he is on hers. She can’t wait to touch him again, to feel his flesh shiver beneath her warm palms, to hear him moan for her and only her. And he can sense it. Feeling wanted makes his heart soar.

It turns out, even to his surprise, that a sexed up Snape is a happy and rested Snape.

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⁑ They see you cry for the first time// Hogwarts legacy characters reactions x reader ⁑

~ Hogwarts Legacy headcanons ~

Warnings: hurt/comfort, fluff, use of Y/N, mention of death and blood, swearing (censored), Leander jumpscare. Pairings: Sebastian x reader, Ominis x reader, Garreth x reader, Amit x reader, Poppy x reader, Natty x reader, Imelda x reader, Leander x reader.

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Context: Even after Professor Fig's death, even under great pressure and no matter the situation, you never let your friends saw you crack. Not even a single tear. You were trying really hard to hide your pain and sadness. But it had to come out one day... After fighting against some poachers with your companion, they almost killed him/her. After you saved him/her, you finally broke down. You thought you lost him/her too. You couldn't control your tears. (Pre-relationship)

THEIR REACTION :

Sebastian:

He gets up and dusts himself off without noticing how devasted you were at first.

"It seems like I'm the one who's in your debt now. I owe you- Y/N? Are you crying?"

He almost runs to you the moment he notices.

"What is wrong? Are you hurt? Are you bleeding? Tell me!"

He is extremely worried. He doesn't know why you're crying. When you explain to him you were really afraid of losing him like you lost so many people in your life, he got really quiet for a moment.

"You'll never lose me. We're a team, the best team even. If we stick together and protect eachother, nothing could ever happen to one of us. Besides, I am an excellent duellist!... Look at me Y/N..."

He lifts your chin up to make you meet his gaze. You could see how concerned he was. He wipes away some of your tears with his fingers.

"I'll be the one protecting you next time." You could feel he wasn't only talking about duels or battles...

He is not really good with words so he will go out of his way to try to cheer you up for the rest of the day. He will pick little flowers for you and bring you sweets.

"I'm not great with words but I surely can listen! Please come to me if you want to talk..or if you need a big bear hug! I'm also good with those."

Would hug you very tightly for as long as you need.

Ominis:

He will notice almost immediately when you start crying. He felt your breath pattern change and he heard you slightly sniffle.

"Y/N, may I ask what's troubling you? It's very unlike you to be this upset. I'm worried. Are you hurt perhaps?"

You then explain how scared you were. You feel like you almost lost him too.

He stays silent. He goes to reach for your hand and holds it.

He usually never lets anyone holds his hand because he doesn't feel like he is in need of any guidance and doesn't think it is ever necessary. But he is making an exception to comfort you.

"I appologize for making you worry that much about my safety. But I am still here...thanks to you."

You both make it back to Howarts and he refuses to let go of your hand.

"As you may already know, I am a great listener. I am always available if you feel the need to talk about anything."

"Your safety is also truly important to me. I just want to make sure you do not feel like what happened to you or anyone is your fault."

He really wants to make sure you're feeling better before letting your hand go.

He doesn't care if people can see him holding your hand. All that matters at this moment is you.

"Take your time Y/N. I'll stay for as long as you need me to."

Garreth:

He is very oblivious about the situation. You turn your head to not face him so he couldn't see your tears. But you feel your shoulders shake.

When he notices how your demeanor changed, he just wonders if you were tired or maybe hurt.

"Y/N? Are you alright? I have some Wiggenweld potions if you need any. I even brew them myself."

You try to explain to him how you felt. You couldn't contain your tears. Those poachers almost killed him in front of your eyes... You see his eyes widen.

"Y/N...Please don't cry. I'm fine, look! Please... I hate when I can't see your pretty smile."

He will almost instantly take you in his arms and give you a hug. He will also gently carress your head as he tries to make you smile or laugh.

"Come on Y/N, you usually always laugh at that joke! Smile for your best bud...please."

He will not leave you alone until you feel better.

"Trust me, I think you might need some of that famous Gryffindor courage, chivalry, and determination to make you feel better! You're in luck, I have all of the above!"

He will not leave you for the rest of the day. And if anyone tries to talk to you, he will tell them you need to rest. He wouldn't want you to feel too overwhelmed.

"There it is! There is your pretty smile. Do you feel a bit better now?"

Amit:

After the battle against the poachers, his first instinct will be to check on you, even he was the one who almost died. He'll quickly notice you feel upset.

"Y/N what is wrong? Please don't cry...I'm here for you."

You explained how unbearable the thought of almost losing him too was. You explained how much it breaks you.

"I-I'm sorry...I didn't know how much that impacted you. I should have known. But I'm here for you now. Don't be ashamed to cry in front of me. I'm here..."

As you're crying, he gently rubs your back and hands you his handkerchief. He stays next to you until you finish crying. Then he will talk to you for a while.

"I hope you know you don't have to hide your emotions from me anymore. I still think you're incredibly strong. You're so wonderful Y/N, truly."

He'll almost force you to go get some rest for the rest of the day.

"Please, let me bring you back to your dorms. You need to rest. I'll warn your teachers about your absence, they'll understand. I'll give you the notes I took during class, I insist on that."

He'll walk you back to your dorms like the gentleman he is. He'll make sure you don't have to worry about anything else for the rest of the day.

He will bring some food to you so you don't forget to eat. It's not just an excuse to come to see you and check on you, not at all really

He will try to be more careful about what he does. He doesn't want to worry you.

Poppy:

She almost cries first. The situation really shook her. But when she notices you crying, she focuses all her attention on you.

"Y/N! Please tell me you're not hurt! I'm here, I'm okay, you're okay. Take a deep breath."

You try explaining to her through your heavy sobs how afraid you were to lose her too.

"Don't be silly, I'll always be right next to you, no matter how annoying it can be. They can't possibly get rid of me that easily when you're with me Y/N. That's what makes you such an amazing person... You're always so selfless."

She takes you in her arms. Nobody can possibly make her let go of you.

"I'm so sorry you went through all of that... but you will never lose me."

She makes you take deep breaths and do breathing exercises until you calm down a little.

"Do you feel better? Do you need me to bring you something? Water? Food? Anything? Let me go get that for you!"

You could ask her for anything and she'll RUN to get them for you.

"Don't worry, it's okay to cry. Sometimes I cry too! It doesn't make you weak or anything of the sort! Your tears mean you feel deeply and that's a good thing!"

She'll make sure that you're not alone, not a single second, for the rest of the day. She has to make sure you feel supported.

Natty:

She is very attentive to what is happening around her. So it doesn't take her long to notice your muffled sobs you were trying to hide.

"Y/N, what's wrong? I'm here with you, you can tell me about it."

She tries to stay very calm. She wouldn't want to stress you out more than you already are.

As you explain to her how you felt about losing her too and the fear of her being killed, you can notice how concerned she looks. She sadly knows that feeling all too well.

"I want to support you in any way you need. You are not alone. I...I know how you feel."

She'll make you sit next to her. She will let you cry it out while she hold your hand and softly rubs it with her thumb.

"This is really hard for you, I understand. I will help you work it out. I'll never leave you Y/N. You'll never lose me, I hope you know that."

She'll hand you tissues as she listens to you attentively.

"Is there anything I can do to help? I would do anything to help you feel better."

She is ready to do anything you want. It really hurts her to see you go through what she went through.

Following this incident, you can be sure she will regularly check on you.

Imelda:

She is panting as she tries to get up. She is just glad she didn't die. It was a close-call. When she turns to look at you, she is surprised to see you so upset.

"Y/N? Why are you crying? We won! You beat them all! It could be so much worse, I almost died."

You explain how the though of losing her the way you lost so many people scares you. Your tears are flowing on your cheeks.

"I'm not...that big of a deal. If I knew you were going to cry over me, I would have been more careful... Please...Y/N..."

She slowly pats your back, not really knowing what to do or what to say.

"Hey Y/N, it's okay, I'm still here. And even if one day I die, I'm sure you'll figure out something crazy like usual and resurrect me or something like that. You're that powerful, I'm sure of it. But let's not think about it just yet!"

She usually would NEVER hug anyone but she'll hug you if you ask her. She will complain but she'll still do it for you.

"Hugh! So needy! Just don't hold me too tight, I can't escape death twice in a row. There there, I'm here."

Deep down she enjoys being the one you're worried about. She would never admit it though.

"Don't tell anyone we hugged or I'll never hug you again."

Leander:

He only thinks about himself at first. He almost died and couldn't believe he was still here.

"Holy sh*t you saved me! Y/N... it was crazy. I-... Are you crying?"

You tell him how afraid you were about losing him too. You couldn't bear the thought of him dying.

"Oh...I- hum..."

He doesn't have a single clue how to comfort you. He is very ankward and clumsy with his words. He means well though.

He's the kind of person to not think before he talks.

"Y/N...look at me. I...hum...your tears are beautiful...S-Sorry I just blurt out random things when I'm nervous. But I'm here..."

He'll ankwardly hug you and pat your head.

"It's alright Y/N...Do you want my scarf? You're always begging me to give it to you so you can wear it. Here, take it."

He gives you his scarf you puts it around your neck. It feels strangely comforting.

"You can wipe your tears with it if you want. It's yours now. Red suits you much better anyway."

You burry your face in his chest and hug him tighter.

"I hope it's not just an excuse because you don't need to do that if you really needed a hug from me that bad. I'll hug you everyday if you insist."

In a weird way, his teasing makes you feel a bit better.

[kuroosdumbslut]

𝗣𝘂𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗗𝗼𝗴

𝗘𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗦𝗘𝗗 ▰▰▰▱▱▱ Volume: James Potter

𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

Genre: ✓

Paring(s): James Potter x Fem!Reader

Summary: James likes a girl, who shows no interest in him. Though it isn’t new, and he’s still like a puppy in love.

Disclaimer(s): Cursing

JAMES POTTER was completely smitten with a girl who, to his dismay, showed not the slightest hint of reciprocating his affection. Oh, the irony!

Like an eager puppy, he trailed her relentlessly, day after day, his eyes brimming with adoration and a sparkle that only intensified upon catching a glimpse of her.

His unwavering devotion knew no bounds as he gladly shouldered the weight of her burdens, eager to anticipate her every need.

Sulking in the Great Hall, James Potter appeared like a dejected puppy, arms defiantly crossed. His hazel eyes, still heavy with sleep, reflected both weariness and an undeniable yearning. Breakfast unfolded before him, accompanied by his loyal companions: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew.

Despite the jovial atmosphere, James's gaze ceaselessly wandered the expanse of the grand hall, desperately seeking a familiar figure that effortlessly ignited his heart. Each passing moment felt like an eternity, his emotions riding a rollercoaster of anticipation and hope.

"Lost in his infatuation," Sirius remarked playfully, his tongue clicking with mischievous delight. Remus suppressed a chuckle, huddling closer to his book as he enjoyed the scene unfolding before him.

Amidst James's scowl, a playful glint shone in his eyes, perpetually scanning the surroundings in eager anticipation. Sirius, always the purveyor of mischief, dramatically gasped, his own grey eyes widening mischievously. "Look, Prongs, your beloved master has arrived," he teased, unable to resist poking fun at James's infatuation.

Following Sirius's pointed finger, James's head swiftly turned, and his heart leaped within his chest as he beheld the girl who trudged wearily into view. Without a moment's hesitation, he sprang to his feet, propelled by an overwhelming desire to be near her.

Amidst the light-hearted banter, Remus couldn't help but snicker, gently setting his book aside. "He's utterly lost without her," he chuckled, fully aware of the profound connection that had ensnared James's heart.

James matched his stride with hers, effortlessly catching up to the object of his affection. He gazed upon her with adoration, his eyes caressing every feature, completely unfazed by the scowl she aimed his way.

"Potter," she spat out his name with a sharpness akin to acid. Undeterred, James shook his head, a smitten smile playing on his lips as he remained steadfast in his adoring gaze, even if it meant unintentionally stumbling into a sulking first-year.

"Oops, sorry there," James muttered, slightly flustered but unable to tear his eyes away from the captivating girl before him. It was as if the whole world could crumble around him, but he would remain blissfully lost in her presence.

Ever since they were eleven, James had been undeniably smitten with her, their shared journey now reaching the age of sixteen. His body instinctively gravitated towards hers, fighting the urge to intertwine their fingers and unleash the pent-up longing within his heart.

"Sorry," she offered a gentle apology to the first-year James had accidentally collided with, her tone remarkably softer and distinctly different from the harshness she reserved for him.

The contrasting sweetness of her voice panged within James, for he yearned to be the recipient of such tenderness. Nonetheless, he took hold of the strap of her bag, determined to relieve her of any burden in his presence. After all, she should never have to carry her own belongings when James was around.

Unyielding, she attempted to reclaim her bag, urging him to return it with a tone slightly softer, a flicker of vulnerability hidden beneath her scowl. “Give it back James, Don’t’ need you carin’ it for me.” She spoke

Yet, James remained unfazed, his smile unwavering, his lips slightly jutting out in an endearing manner. With wide, puppy-like eyes fixed upon her, he replied, "S’fine, love," his voice laced with unspoken affection and a sincere desire to protect and care for her.

James guided her towards the spot where he and his friends were settled, his subtle gestures silently coaxing her to take the seat beside him.

However, she chose to sit next to Remus instead, offering him a soft smile that tugged at James's heart with a pang of jealousy. "Hey, Remus," she greeted the brown-eyed boy warmly, her voice dripping with genuine affection.

Sirius, ever the keen observer, raised an eyebrow mischievously, keenly aware of the subtle changes in James's demeanor.

He couldn't help but notice the tightness in James's clenched jaw and the transformation of his once tender, loving eyes into a steely gaze whenever his attention shifted to the pair.

"Now, now, let's not go around killing poor Moony here," Sirius playfully teased, delivering a playful smack to James's shoulder.

Wearing an awkward smile, she turned her attention to Peter, who had a piece of bacon dangling halfway into his mouth.

"So, Peter, how's Potions been treating you? Heard you had a little mishap with that third-year and ended up exploding your cauldron," she playfully taunted, her eyes flickering mischievously toward the wide-eyed boy.

James couldn't help but emit an exasperated huff, stabbing his fork into his pancakes with more force than necessary. "Oh, look, the puppy's getting jealous," Sirius whispered with a mischievous grin, promptly earning a smack on the back of his head from Remus and a piercing scowl from James.

James and Y/N strolled through the dimly lit halls, the soft glow of the floating candles casting an ethereal ambiance around them.

"I didn't know you were a prefect," she murmured, breaking the silence that weighed heavy on their surroundings. She couldn't bear the quietness, nor the intensity of James's lovesick gaze fixed upon her.

James pressed his lips together, concealing a secret smile that threatened to surface. Finally, she was talking to him.

However, he decided to keep to himself the truth that he had worked diligently, studying hard and earning excellent marks on his tests, all in the hopes of becoming a prefect alongside her.

He had overheard her desire to be a prefect last year, and he wanted nothing more than to share that experience with her.

"Yeah, it was a surprise owl one night, and just like that, I became a prefect without even trying," he replied, attempting to sound nonchalant.

Yet, a wince flashed across his face immediately after the words left his lips. He had come across too cocky, and it stung him deeply. In reality, he had indeed tried, putting in genuine effort to become a prefect alongside her.

He had gone to great lengths, even attempting to bribe the head prefects to assign him and her to patrol together, time and time again.

She couldn't help but cringe slightly, inwardly berating herself as she nodded in response. She desperately tried to avert her gaze from his face, fighting the urge to let her eyes roam freely.

She resisted the temptation to study every detail, from his captivating hazel eyes down to the bridge of his nose adorned with a sprinkle of freckles that peeked out beneath his round glasses.

She admired the way his dark brown curls framed his face and the mischievous smirk that always seemed to grace his lips.

Frustrated with her own inability to resist these observations, she let out a quiet huff, drawing a questioning look from James. "You know, you don't have to carry that," she pointed out, tilting her head slightly in reference to her bag that he still held onto dutifully.

Her scowl masked a hint of internal turmoil, as she grappled with her conflicting emotions

James shrugged, a gentle smile playing on his lips. He readjusted the strap of her bag, feeling a slight ache in his shoulder from carrying it almost the entire day, during those moments when he insisted on accompanying her and shadowing her like a devoted puppy.

"S’fine," he replied with a smirk, his eyes darting between her eyes and her lips. She attempted to dismiss the intensity of his expression, trying to ignore the subtle way his tongue peeked out, grazing his lips.

She swallowed nervously, her mind filled with conflicting emotions. She was supposed to despise this guy, so why did she find herself being drawn to him in this inexplicable way?

James couldn't help but smirk mischievously, raising an intrigued eyebrow in response to her questioning gaze. As they continued walking through the halls, she made a conscious effort to keep her face averted, hoping to conceal the faint flush that had spread across her cheeks.

Unbeknownst to her, James noticed everything.

He possessed an uncanny ability to pick up on the tiniest of details—whether it was a new haircut, a solitary pimple on her face, a subtle change in her eyes, or even the slight shift of her body language.

His perceptive nature and unwavering attentiveness allowed him to observe and appreciate every nuance that made her uniquely her.

It was as if he held an unwritten catalog of her every feature, storing away the intricacies that painted the portrait of the person he held a deep affection for.

She cleared her throat, discreetly running her hand down the sides of her body to adjust her oversized sweater. James couldn't help but smile, stealing a glance at her before redirecting his gaze forward.

He couldn't help but yearn for the day when she would wear his clothes, a tangible symbol of their connection, instead of the worn sweater she had been sporting since returning from Christmas break. (Not wearing it over and over of course)

Yes, he was that attuned to her preferences and personal history.

Drawing upon his courage, James subtly shifted his body closer to hers, relishing in the delicate brushes of their hands and shoulders.

Each fleeting contact sent a wave of blissful anticipation coursing through his veins, as if their proximity held a secret language of its own.

Suppressing a smile, she allowed their bodies to remain in close proximity for the time being. "So, how were your classes?" she asked softly, her aversion to small talk making it difficult for her to initiate conversations.

Inwardly, she hoped James would steer the conversation towards a more engaging topic.

James couldn't help but smile as they rounded the corner, feeling a surge of warmth and excitement within him. If he could go back in time and tell his first-year self that he would eventually have the privilege of brushing hands with and engaging in conversation with the girl he envisioned spending his entire life with, his younger self would have been absolutely beside himself.

"Just got detention from dear old Minnie," James sighed dramatically, running a hand through his tousled curls. He glanced at her, a playful glint in his eyes. "But don't worry, she'll come around eventually," he added with a wink, subtly hinting at his growing affection for her.

"I'm sure she will," Y/N chuckled, her laughter causing James's heart to flutter. He observed her closely, his eyes filled with adoration as he watched her nose scrunch up and her eyes crinkle with joy.

It was moments like these that he treasured, where he could witness her genuine happiness and feel his own soul light up in response.

Y/N playfully raised an eyebrow, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. "So, did your little gang get detention with you?" she asked, a hint of mischief lacing her words. She was, of course, referring to Remus, Sirius, and Peter, who were often inseparable from James.

James chuckled, shaking his head. "Nah, they managed to escape Minnie's wrath this time," he replied, a touch of admiration in his voice. "Those three have a knack for slipping through the cracks. But I guess that's what makes them my partners in mischief," he added with a grin.

Y/N's lips curled into a knowing smile. "Partners in mischief, huh? Sounds like quite the dynamic trio," she remarked, playfully nudging James's arm. The camaraderie between James and his friends was undeniable, and Y/N couldn't help but find it endearing.

Waking up in the arms of the person she had sworn to hate since their first year at Hogwarts was a surreal experience for Y/N. If someone had told her younger self about this, she would have scoffed and dismissed it as sheer madness.

But the memories of the previous night came rushing back to her, flooding her mind with a mixture of surprise and warmth.

She recalled her sleep-addled self murmuring incoherently as James guided her into the Common Room, his concern and adoration evident in his every action. He had insisted on watching over her so she could rest peacefully.

In her drowsy state, Y/N had found herself inexplicably yearning for the presence of the lovesick boy, almost pleading for him to cuddle with her. And, to her astonishment, he had obliged, albeit hesitantly, careful not to overstep any boundaries.

And that was how she found herself in this predicament—the comfort of her head nestled against James's chest, her ears attuned to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and the gentle sound of his breath.

Their legs were entangled, fitting together like two perfectly matched puzzle pieces—something James probably imagined as well.

Y/N couldn't help but notice his hand tracing delicate patterns on her slightly exposed skin, his subconscious gestures revealing a tenderness he only wished to also do in his out of dream state.

Y/N let out a soft huff of air, attempting to wiggle free from James's firm yet gentle hold. But he mumbled unintelligibly, his voice gravelly with sleep, as he tugged her closer, not willing to let her go. "Stay," he murmured, his voice laced with a sleepy plea.

Her cheeks flushed with warmth, a combination of embarrassment and a fluttering feeling in her chest. She couldn't deny the allure of being held in James's embrace, even if it went against the walls she had built around her heart.

"James," she whispered, her voice barely audible, into the fabric of his chest as he pulled her closer. The two of them lay intertwined on the sofa in the common room, the early morning silence enveloping them like a comforting blanket.

She silently thanked Merlin that no one had ventured downstairs yet, no one would see the boy who loved the girl who denied him every chance he took.

Her words hung in the air, a gentle plea for him to acknowledge her presence, to understand the mix of emotions swirling inside her.

His grip on her hip tightened slightly, his touch conveying a mixture of possessiveness and a sleepy reluctance to let her go. He grumbled softly, the sound vibrating against her skin, as if he were caught between the realms of consciousness and dreams.

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat at his response, her mind swirling with a myriad of thoughts and emotions. The closeness between them felt both exhilarating and unnerving, as if they were teetering on the edge of something significant.

"James," she whispered once more, her voice a tender plea laced with vulnerability. The single word carried the weight of unspoken sentiments, expressing a desire for understanding and connection.

His grip on her hip loosened slightly, and his sleepy eyes fluttered open, meeting her gaze with a mix of confusion and tenderness.

In that fleeting moment, the world around them seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the two of them in their shared space of intimacy.

"Hi," James greeted with a charming and slightly goofy smile, his eyes brimming with an overwhelming amount of love and affection. The intensity of his gaze caused her to avert her eyes momentarily, feeling a mix of shyness and warmth wash over her.

Seizing the opportunity, James gently tugged her closer, his touch guiding her until their bodies aligned, chest to chest. The sensation of their hearts beating in unison added a layer of intimacy.

"Hi," she whispered back, her voice barely audible, her own smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Her heart fluttered in her chest, beating in synchrony with the rapid pace of her thoughts. It was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking to be in this moment with him.

As she nestled her head under his chin, she felt a mix of vulnerability and comfort wash over her.

It was to quick for her heart, sure this boy had been pinning over her like a lovesick puppy for almost more than five years.

And sure she had felt her emotions reciprocating his a year ago, but she was scared. Scared that once he got her he would leave her.

The fear that had held her back for so long still lingered, but in this embrace, she allowed herself to let go, to bask in the warmth of his presence. Ignoring his surprised sound, she felt a sense of contentment settle deep within her as they breathed in unison.

"I love you," James whispered, his words hanging in the air as he tightened his arms around her, seeking to express the depth of his emotions.

For five long years, he had professed his love, and she had doubted him. But in that moment, as her own voice trembled with vulnerability, she found the courage to say the words she had never thought she would utter.

The weight of the admission settled between them, forging a connection that felt both fragile and unbreakable.

"I love you too," she whispered back, her voice barely audible, as if testing the reality of her own feelings.

His breath caught in his throat, a mix of surprise and joy washing over him. His grip on her tightened, his breath quivering with a delighted giggle. Though she couldn't see it, the love-struck smile played upon his lips, a reflection of his overflowing happiness.

"Ah, you said it back!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with a mix of disbelief and elation. The moment brimmed with a lightness, and even in the darkness, their shared laughter filled the space.

"Hey now, Potter, don't get too comfortable," she teased playfully, her words a playful reminder that their journey had just begun.

James sat up, gently pulling her with him, keeping her nestled against his chest. His eyes sparkled with a mix of adoration and excitement as he showered her face with a cascade of affectionate kisses.

Each tender touch spoke volumes of his love, starting from her neck and traveling up to her jawline, then caressing her cheeks, nose, and finally landing on her forehead.

As he pulled back slightly, his gaze locked onto hers, his eyes silently conveying his unspoken desire. His glance lingered on her lips, a subtle yet unmistakable invitation awaiting her response.

A soft nod from her granted him permission, and with that, their lips finally met in a long-awaited kiss.

A smile played on James's face as he poured his heart into that single moment, capturing all the lovesick smiles, stolen glances, and longing that had filled their five-year journey.

It was a kiss that spoke volumes, a convergence of emotions and desires unleashed with a passion that could no longer be contained.

In that tender embrace, time seemed to stand still as their lips danced in perfect harmony. It was a kiss that marked the beginning of a new chapter, a declaration of their shared love, and a promise of a future filled with unending affection and devotion.

And so they fell back asleep, wrapped in each other's loving embrace, blissfully unaware of the curious eyes that observed their intertwined figures and the hushed murmurs of gossiping voices.

News of their newfound connection spread like wildfire throughout the school, capturing the attention and excitement of their peers. Even the teachers couldn't resist being swept up in the joyous atmosphere, some having secretly placed bets on whether they would finally become a couple.

As whispers of their relationship echoed through the corridors, it was a day of celebration and triumph for all who had rooted for their love to bloom.

In that peaceful slumber, oblivious to the world around them, James and Y/N basked in the warmth of their shared affection, ready to face the challenges and adventures that awaited them as a united couple.

It was a blissful day, marking the beginning of a love story that would be cherished for years to come.

[kuroosdumbslut]

hi! i was wondering if you could write how HL characters would act when they are jealous

Yes! Also, I'll add how these characters wind up confessing to their crush! 👍

Characters: Sebastian, Garreth, Ominis, Poppy, & Leander

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Sebastian Sallow

Let's be fr..this guy gets jealous INSANELY easily in canon, even when platonically speaking.

It's hard to pinpoint where he exactly started catching feelings for you, but he certainly fell for you fast after your adventure into the library's restricted section.

Unfortunately, because of your growing reputation as a "hero" around Hogwarts, Hogsmede, and other hamlets...you've have strangers and students alike often come up to you and interrupt your conversations with Sebastian.

They mean well, only showing up to compliment you or thank you for some favor you've done for them.

But still it puts him in an sour mood, especially if he's unable to do anything about it without coming off as a prissy Slytherin.

During classes, he feels 10x worse if he's not partnered with you and instead sees you with classmates he views as "competition"...like Garreth, Leander, or even Amit, scowling at them in envy and unable to focus unless the professor specifically calls him out on it.

The only exception is Ominis, since he's a trusted friend and damn well knew his crush on you (he has certainly used this as blackmail to stop him from doing stupid stuff) but Sebastian will still huff about how "close" you two are growing.

Sometimes his jealousy gets so bad he needs to go blow off some steam in the Undercroft, casting damage spells on whatever poor dummy, pillar, or knight armor happened to be in his way.

It's nothing that Repairo couldn't fix.

While your assistance in his quest to find a cure for Anne was extremely important to him, that's not the only reason he brings you along for the ride.

He genuinely enjoys your company, and it's his chance to actually be alone with you and talk without any rude interruptions.

Well...there's trolls, rankrok's loyalists, spiders, ashwinders, Inferi, etc....but none of them are annoying students who try to hog all your attention just to spite him.

Aside from Ominis, Anne keeps encouraging her twin brother to make some move if he's that jealous (which Sebastian repeatedly denies).

Sooner or later...he may lose that chance, and he fears this. But he never knew when the moment would come..

Then one night, you were both fighting poachers and their leader, an Animagus, insulted him so horribly that it made his confident expression drop for a moment--as did his Protego shield.

You didn't hear what she said exactly, but his devastated face told you enough and you were pissed.

So you rained down a torrent of ancient magic lightning before she can even think of transforming.

Sebastian could only watch as you smite her like some furious god unleashing your wrath on the world, finding you both badass and ethereal.

When it's all over, you rushed to his side and ask if he's okay--but he just kisses you right there and then, silencing you.

He's so sick of waiting.

Garreth Weasley

His jealousy is nowhere near as bad as Sebastian's...but it's still there. Just subtle.

He pouts a lot when somebody steals your attention away, and he tries way too hard to impress you with whatever brilliant potion concept he drafted up (and definitely didn't have approval to brew in class under any circumstances).

Speaking of which, you're his usual partner in potions class, so he'll be highly disappointed if Professor Sharp decides to pair you with somebody else that day.

Garreth feels this sting in his heart if he overhears you praising them for their perfect brew, while he stares into his bubbling cauldron and sulks, wondering what he could've done differently.

He didn't know how you truly felt about him, so he got the genius idea to cook up a love potion the day you had a substitute for class (he sat at the furthest station and had secretly gathered the ingredients beforehand).

Just as you were about to try it for yourself, he accidentally knocked an incompatible ingredient into the pot and caused its contents to explode, staining both of your robes in pink.

While everybody laughed, the sub made the stains vanish with some magic and decided to dismiss class early, making you two stay behind to clean up the mess.

Luckily only house points were deducted due to your actions, so you won't be getting detention for this.

Still...Garreth was quite upset and you could tell.

You reassure him you're not mad in the slightest, and that you knew exactly what he was trying to do (followed by a small wink before continuing your cleanup).

His face turned as red as a maxima potion, and when he returns to the Gryffindor common room for the night, he gets confused stares from his fellow housemates as they wonder what's gotten into him.

But he can't stop thinking about you.

Maybe you ingested droplets of the love potion after it exploded, since you did seem particularly flirtatious with him in that moment and knew his intentions.

Looks like he got his wish after all.

Now to ask you out properly..

Ominis Gaunt

He's not an easily jealous guy. He'll never get angry at other people for simply wanting to spend time with you or if you're partners with them in class.

You've made a name for yourself at Hogwarts, and while he doesn't always agree with the dangerous stuff you get involved with, he only expects people to look up to you and pull your attention away from him.

Though deep down, it kinda hurts...especially since quite a handful of students from other houses perceive him as someone you shouldn't be around (some Gryffindors with "holier than thou" personalities even had the guts to say you're better off without him when he's standing right there).

Being a Gaunt + a Slytherin had that effect, unfortunately...

But he's sick of hearing that all the time.

Anyone else would've snapped at whoever criticized them based on blood status or rudely interrupted a conversation they're clearly having with you.

Yet when he does it..suddenly he's the bad guy?

It never made sense.

So any jealous feelings Ominis has stem from his own insecurities, and they grow even worse the more he realizes he's in love with you..

Like Sebastian, he'd probably storm off to the Undercroft to calm down if he's feeling heavily upset.

Fortunately, you're quick to defend him and decline other people's advances, saying you'd much rather hang out with him.

When you nearly got into a wand duel/fistfight over something insulting they said about him, that's when he realizes you cared about him as more than a friend...

Though he wanted to test the waters, so to speak, before hyping himself up to confess to you.

So throughout the week, Ominis expressed subtle desires to be in closer proximity to you (which you were fine with despite being initially confused at his sudden change in behavior)

These are, but not limited to, linking arms while walking in the hallways, napping beside you while you were reading or petting a random cat, "accidentally" falling asleep on your shoulder in History of Magic, and letting you guide him through assignments in herbology and potions class so he took the correct measurements (his grades improved, which is always a plus).

It takes a little bit of encouragement from Sebastian, but by the week's end, he courts you in one of his favorite spots outside the castle, gathering flowers, candles, and everything.

You truly made him feel loved..and he was going to do his best to reciprocate that.

How he wishes he could see the looks on those Gryffindor preps' faces when they realize the "hero of Hogwarts" is his date.

Poppy Sweeting

Considering how little she spoke to other students, even ones from her own house, this Hufflepuff found it difficult to get close to you at first.

You being hailed as a "hero" made it especially challenging, as you seemed constantly busy and people were bugging you for attention/advice/help....all while Poppy was standing in the background, forcing a smile.

Of course, you always made time to help her rescue beasts. It became your passion, and she was happy about that. Your adventures together allowed you to connect on an emotional level.

The moment she knew she was in love was the night when you both observed a Mooncalf dance, trying to make sense of the pattern those sweet big-eyed creatures left behind.

No matter how many times you've seen them, their dances are spectacular--ever captivating.

But when Poppy asked for your opinion on the pattern she drew out, she stops after seeing your breathtaking smile, eyes practically sparkling in the glow of the moonlight..

And suddenly that's all she could focus on.

Suddenly that was the most beautiful thing in the world.

Since then, her jealousy around other students has increased tenfold...especially when one jerk who disrespected beasts bragged about their poacher parents and invited you to visit their camp.

You've never seen a girl Depulso another student so fast in your life, but Poppy acts like nothing ever happened.

Similar to Sebastian, her jealousy manifests in the form of glares and general scorn towards anyone trying to ask you out on a date (which you, fortunately, decline).

She 100% rambles to the beasts about you.

If Highwing and Lord of the Shore could talk, they'd tell her to just stfu and confess to you already bc the tension is killing them.

It only (finally) happens when you invite her to the Vivarium for the first time, and they both nudge you two together, not backing down until you finally kiss.

If any of yall know that scene in Pokémon Scarlet/Violet where the box legendary pushes Arven towards his friends...that's this exact situation.

Leander Prewett

There's not doubt that this Gryffindor was going to grow jealous of your rising popularity in Summoner's Court and Crossed Wands.

He's a sore loser, while you have generally good sportsmanship..but he secretly appreciates you encouraging him to keep practicing. He only keeps going because of your words alone.

Outside of classes and competitions, he tries to hang out with you but oftentimes your attention goes to other people--whether it's professors keeping you after class to go over extra assignments or a friend sending you an owl with an urgent request.

You don't mean to keep ditching him, but to him it feels like you're always "too busy" for him.

Leander just scowls at the owls while they stare back at him like "hey, don't shoot the messenger".

Yet even when you do manage to spend time together, he only ever asks about your recent escapades....and then refuses to believe them despite you explaining them in great detail.

To this day, he still isn't convinced you possess ancient magic.

But the truth is that he wants to believe you. He admires your bravery and is insanely in love with that aspect of you....though he doesn't know how to express that.

He wishes he can relate and have cool stories to tell, but when people bring up his name they only ever talk about his constant failures.

He doesn't feel any better when others rush to defend your acts of heroism, thinking he's being a jerk.

The truth is you actually loved him and his company despite your frequent banter, but believed him to be way out of your league.

At least until the day Professor Kogawa assigned you to help him after flying class, citing the lack of respect he's been showing to his broom and your good influence on classmates.

He saw this as his chance to impress you...and failed miserably as he was unable to focus and snapped at his broom in frustration, causing it to whack him in the face just as a group of Slytherins passed by.

They laughed and teased him relentlessly, but after scaring them off with a chomping cabbage...you realized Leander had disappeared.

But he didn't go far as you discover him sulking near the lake, hiding himself with the Disillusionment charm (which you cancelled with Revelio).

It's there he finally talks about his true feelings towards you, and you see a more vulnerable side to the typically uptight Gryffindor.

In the end, you decide to give him a chance.

[kuroosdumbslut]

[kuroosdumbslut]

godd I love the idea of Snape being annoyed but weirdly attracted to reader who started working at Hogwarts (he won’t admit it though)

Like his heart will skip a beat and he’ll mumble under his breath that they have a "stupid little face" everytime they look at him from across the room.

I like the idea of being casually nice to him and you don’t realise it, but it riles him up to the point he’s about to combust — then of course you finally make your move…

Smiling when he makes a sarcastic comment in a staff meeting. His heart jumps when he notices and he turns his face away, blushing, thinking, stupid pretty lips enjoying my snark.

Brushing his arm at dinner when you sit beside him and greet him. You don’t even talk to him until a brief, ‘Goodnight,’ when you depart, but he’s positively seething the whole time. It really shouldn’t have felt so good.

Complimenting him on something clever he does, and he grits his teeth, knowing he’s supposed to simply thank you and move on, but why are you so insufferably nice?!

Standing up for him to some pupils you overhear having a little too much to say about their potions master, and Severus overhears, instantly taking off to his chambers to hide away because he doesn’t deserve such kindness.

Kissing him when you bump into him in a corridor one night on patrol, and when you’re alone with him he seems softer somehow. Less confident than he is when pupils are roaming the hallways or staff are irking him.

You notice his breath quicken when you step closer, placing your hand at his chest and feel his racing heart. He tenses under your touch, but he doesn’t move away as you lean in, and he whimpers when your lips meet, finally relaxing back into a pitch dark alcove that you gently push him into, looking around to check there really is no one else around.

‘Merlin I’ve wanted to do this for weeks,’ you breathe excitedly, diving back in and sliding your tongue easily into his mouth. His hands are balled into fists at his sides, but your roaming fingers massaging his scalp and his waist and brushing his chest, his throat, soothe him and soon he’s gripping onto your arms hard as he moans and trembles.

He’s a good kisser. Inexperienced, maybe, but an exceptionally quick learner. Eager to please, and equally eager for more of your affections.

‘Maybe I’ll bump into on next weeks patrol, too,’ you smile, winking playfully and disappearing deeper into the castle.

Severus’s brow furrows as he gathers himself, straightening up and smoothing down his hair and his robes to continue his duty.

Fuck. Sexy and a good kisser on top of it all? Give me a break!

[kuroosdumbslut]

severus snape smoking cigarettes.

severus snape brewing potions late at night with his sleeves rolled up.

severus snape reading chemistry books.

severus snape eating takeout during summer break while working on the course syllabuses for the upcoming school year.

severus snape listening to the muggle radio while preparing potion ingredients while humming softly.

severus snape having tea with his older muggle neighbor and discussing plants and gardening tips.

severus snape enjoying his freshly brewed coffee in the morning.

severus snape doing groceries in a local supermarket and always buying a bar of milk chocolate.

just domestic severus snape things.

[kuroosdumbslut]

I can’t stop thinking about that song that goes

"I like them real, thick and juicy"

So like imagine with me severus is definitely a gentleman, doesn’t wanna make you uncomfortable but he can’t stop looking at the curves and especially if his partner and like plump I suppose is the right word.

Warning — suggestive and a little spicy 🌶️

I got you with the plus sized partner, anon.

Honestly, the idea of Severus, with his almost Victorian manner, eyeing you because he finds your body irresistible is so sexy.

Severus is a lot hornier than he would ever admit, because before you he would never allow himself pleasure. But now you’ve opened him up to it he can’t get enough — especially when you look so tempting all the time.

He thinks it’s wrong to look, that it’s not proper to enjoy the sight of your body, and chastises himself for blushing at the thought of touching your body, but sometimes his mind runs away with the thought.

He’s especially flustered when you get dressed (or undressed) in front of him. The way the fabrics hug the contours of your body, the way you regard yourself with such care and softness; the same care you show his unworthy body (of course you know his body is more than worthy).

When you’re with other people, sometimes his eyes wander to your perfect behind before he can even stop them. It’s only when he hums out loud and someone asks him what he said that he snaps out of it and makes an excuse to leave, hoping you’ll follow him.

Will not so much as hold hands in public, but once your relationship becomes physical and he grows in confidence he cannot keep his hands off you in private.

His hands tremble a little when he first begins to touch you, skin on skin. There are nerves in there, but also excitement.

Takes the opportunity to kiss and grab his favourite parts of you, too, moaning as though it’s dirty to indulge in his fantasies of touching you. But there are ways you teach him that it’s alright to indulge…

Goes wild when you stroke his thigh under the table, surreptitious to everyone else but glaring obvious to him that you want him. He dreams of doing the same to you, and eventually gets up the courage to slide his palm up slowly from your knee to your thigh. Does not expect you to spread your legs though, and almost chokes on his pumpkin juice as his hand accidentally slips between your legs as a result.

Generally absolutely worships every inch of you.

[kuroosdumbslut]

Dadnis sleeping with the baby When Ominis becomes a dad, he'll be the first one to go and kiss the baby after work, and he'll fall asleep on the sofa while playing with the baby 😚

[kuroosdumbslut]

Mysterious Husband (SS)

By yan-senna

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Introduction:

This one shot contains Severus Snape x professor! reader. I only own Y/N who is about 31 years old.

This is a request from @acupnoodle here on Tumblr. Thank you for your request!

During one of her lessons, Professor Y/N Y/L/N’s students ask about her time at Hogwarts when she was a student. As they notice her wedding ring, four students make it their mission to find out who her mysterious husband is.

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Word count: 1.2k

Published: 11/30/2021

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It’s Monday and a day just like any other. Y/N Y/L/N, the History of Magic teacher at Hogwarts, walks towards her classroom to teach the third-years.

Professor Binns, who used to teach her subject, decided to finally retire right before the summer. Which was why Dumbledore had to find a replacement.

That was no difficult task - Y/N was a bright student when she went to Hogwarts herself, and she knows a lot about the subject. It simply had to be her.

The students adore her - they actually seem to learn something now that the teacher isn’t a boring, old ghost.

Severus Snape, the Potions Master, was surprised to hear of his new colleague - not just because of the fact that there was a new addition to the staff, but mainly because of the fact that he knows the woman very well - his wife.

That’s right, Severus Tobias Snape is married.

But it’s a secret - the only ones who know besides themselves are Headmaster Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall.

They thought it was best if the students didn’t know, which is why Y/N is using her maiden name - two Professor Snapes would just be confusing, right?

Besides, they probably wouldn’t believe them anyway. Y/N is kind and patient, while Severus is rather mean and has a bad temper, plus he only expects perfection.

Oh, and he loves to take house points from anyone who isn’t in Slytherin, it seems.

How could these two opposites be married?

Back to Y/N, she opens the door to the classroom and greets the students.

“Hello, students. I hope your Monday has been great so far. Have a seat and let’s start the lesson” she states as she gives the students a friendly smile.

She then sits down at her desk and starts the lesson.

Forty-five minutes later, Y/N notices that the lesson about witch hunts is taking a toll on some of the students. She decides to give them a small break.

“Why don’t we take a fifteen-minute break?” she suggests. All the students immediately nod in agreement.

As she sits back in her chair in a more relaxing position, one of the students raises their hand.

“Yes, Mr. Potter?” she asks as she smiles at the Gryffindor boy.

“I have always been wondering, Professor Y/L/N - what was your time at Hogwarts like?” the boy asks her curiously.

That seems to catch everybody’s attention as they all look at their professor, intrigued.

Y/N chuckles. “Well, it was a fun time. I was in Slytherin and I was a Head Girl. I was a Prefect, too. I had a lot of responsibilities, but it was definitely worth it” she says, thinking back to her time as a student.

All the students look surprised - Professor Y/L/N is a Slytherin?

“Bloody hell, how is she in Slytherin? She’s too nice!” Ron Weasley whispers to his friends.

Neville Longbottom nods. “Yeah, I honestly thought that she was a Hufflepuff” the boy says, agreeing with him.

Another student raises their hand as well.

“Yes, Ms. Granger?” Y/N asks, giving the Gryffindor girl a smile.

“Did you go to Hogwarts with any of the other teachers, Professor Y/L/N?” the girl asks, looking curious.

Y/N nods. “I did. In fact, I was in the same year as Professor Snape. He and I were friends” she says, smiling at the thought of her and her husband sitting next to each other during all the lessons.

The students were surprised before, but now they are absolutely bewildered.

“Snape had friends?” Weasley asks, looking puzzled.

As Y/N hears that, she can’t help but laugh. “Yes, Mr. Weasley, Professor Snape did indeed have friends. We were best friends, actually” she explains.

Suddenly, she notices the time.

“Merlin, how long did we talk for? Class is dismissed!” she exclaims.

Cheering, all the students rise up from their seats and leave.

Unbeknownst to Y/N, she had forgotten to take her wedding ring off. And it did not go unnoticed.

“Did you notice that Professor Y/L/N wore a wedding ring? I wonder who she’s married to” Harry Potter questions his friends.

“Yeah, I did. She’s probably married to Lockhart. Poor her” Weasley says, shuddering at the thought.

So does Potter. “Honestly, Ron, I don’t think so. She’s probably married to Lupin. They are both really nice people” he says.

Hermione Granger rolls her eyes. “If you ask me, it’s pretty obvious who her husband is-” she points out.

Before she can say who she thinks is the mysterious husband, somebody suddenly decides to join their conversation.

“Nobody cares what you think, Mudblood. Professor Y/L/N is obviously not married to any of the other professors. Surely, we would have known then. I think she’s married to a rich, Pureblood Slytherin man. Probably someone my father knows” Draco Malfoy says.

The three Gryffindors groan. “Yeah, right! And I’m actually richer than you!” Weasley says sarcastically.

Malfoy glares at him. “You don’t believe me, huh? Why don’t we find out, then?” he suggests.

Potter raises an eyebrow. “What do you mean, Malfoy? By spying on her?” he asks, confused.

Malfoy smirks. “That’s exactly what I mean, Potter” he states.

Later that day, all classes are over. Y/N walks towards her private chambers - the ones she shares with her husband in the dungeons.

As she approaches, she decides to knock first in case he’s busy with something and doesn’t wish to be disturbed.

She however doesn’t notice four students spying on her.

“What is she doing outside Snape’s private chambers?” Potter asks, puzzled.

Malfoy sighs in irritation. “She probably needs a potion against a headache or something. Now shut up and listen, Potter!” he warns.

The door then opens to reveal Severus.

“I was getting worried, what took you so long?” he asks in a concerned voice.

“Wait a minute… Do you think she’s having an affair with Snape?” Potter whispers.

“Shut up, Potter!” Malfoy whisper-yells.

Y/N gives her husband a sad smile. “I’m sorry, love, I was in the library. I found a book you might find interesting” she says as she hands him the book.

He hums. “Thank you, darling” he says.

The students look bewildered. Love? DARLING? What in Merlin’s name is going on?

“Why don’t you come in, my darling wife? I have made some tea for us” he says as he steps aside for her to enter.

She smiles at him. “Of course, my dear husband” she says as she enters.

She barely gets to set a foot inside before he attacks her with kisses.

“Sev!” she squeals as she giggles.

Smirking, Severus closes the door without noticing the four students outside their door looking like they have just seen a ghost. Or well, something very unusual.

“Bloody hell, she’s married to Snape?!” Weasley exclaims.

Granger gives a satisfied smile. “I had a hunch. It seems like none of you boys won” she states.

The three boys huff. Stupid know-it-all.

Meanwhile inside the private chambers, Severus is still kissing his wife as he notices the ring on her finger.

“Love, you forgot to take it off this morning” he says, gesturing to the ring.

Y/N widens her eyes. She then chuckles. “Well, I guess it’s no longer a secret, my mysterious husband” she says playfully.

He chuckles as well. “It appears so, Mrs. Snape” he says in an amused tone.

They then continue kissing, not caring about what people will say the next morning.

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Author’s note:

If you liked this, then you might also like Flirtation and Jealousy (SS, LM, NM)!

The next one shot is “Your Cousin Never Forgot You” (SS, LM *crossover between HP and ATLA*) while the next HP one shot is “Stuck under the Mistletoe” (SS).

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