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robynlilyblack · 2 years

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Jealous

Hermione Granger x fem! reader

Summary: Y/n is a natural flirt but when a girl gets cosy with her at a party Hermione gets jealous, but when Hermione tries to do the same it backfires

Warnings: swearing, post-hogwarts, established relationship, jealousy, light angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of drinking, sex and nudity (non-sexual), reader is an animagus, Ron is a good friend

A/n: 2.3k words, non voldy au and once again wolfstars adopted daughter because I have no control x thank you so much for the request, enjoy love 💛

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Hermione didn’t hear what her friends were saying, her eyes were focused on you. A few minutes ago, she wouldn’t have batted an eye, but a few minutes ago Cedric and Cho were also there and a few minutes ago that ex puff wasn’t giggling like an idiot and hanging off of your every word

She tried to ignore it, people natrually gravitated toward you. It wasn’t technically possible but you inherited Sirius’ gene for flirtation, pair that with Remus’ soft-spoken side and people were goners…her included.

She knew deep down you were just chatting and had no reason to feel like this but she was growing a little tired. The girl wasn’t exactly turning down dates right and left but she wondered how you would react if you were in her shoes, what if you had to watch some beautifully sculpted being slobbering all over her…or maybe the next best thing

Hermione wasn’t exactly proud of her next decision but that didn’t stop her pulling her ex up to dance, an ex who she was still best friends with but the way she started dancing with him wasn’t very friendly

“Mione” Ron gently stops her from grinding into him “What are you doing?” he whispers firmly, looking awfully confused

“Making y/n jealous” she admits, turning around to face him arms moving around his neck

Ron sways with her hesitantly, face softening but the confusion remains as his eyes flick from you, who’s happily talking with some girl, to her. The boy had no idea what his friend was doing, a year ago he would have been killed for this and in truth he would be the first to admit he hated you for a while, but now he was happy for you both, you treated Hermione the way she deserved, far better than he ever did

So what the hell was she doing?

“I thought you two were solid?”

“We are…but” she huffs “She’s always so flirty Ron. I do love that about her, it's one of the reasons I fell for her. It's just…I want to make her a little jealous because she’s always so unbothered. Like last week this guy asked me out and she was completely unfazed” she argues, growing a little annoyed as she remembered you didn’t even look up from your book, no reaction, none!

Ron's eyes widen, trying not to chuckle

“Mione I understand being jealous…believe me” he says and she giggles nodding “But this isn’t the way to fix it” he cups her cheek “Just talk to her, I wish I had cause then maybe I wouldn’t have lost you to someone…” he shakes his head “...someone way better suited and so much better for you” he gives her a smile before he drops his hand back to her waist

She sighs, nodding herself

“I hate when you’re right” she grumbles playfully, igniting more giggles

“It does happen very rarely, must be a blue…moon” his words trail off as he sees you heading up out of the party quickly

“Must be” she giggles but then clocks his expression, looking in the direction he is staring but there’s nothing out of the ordinary “What was it?” she asks turning back

“Y/n left” his eyebrows knit

A pit forms in the girl's stomach uncoupling herself from Ron

“Was she alone?” she hated herself for asking, the moment she said it she wanted to punch the little green gremlin in her stomach

Ron gives her a look she can only describe as hitting that gremlin in the noggin “Course she was” he says firmly “She might just be going for more firewhisky or Neville's stash but you should go check on her just in case she did just leave”

She nods, beginning to walk away but turns back to ask “When did you grow up?”

He chuckles “When I lost you and gained a brain” he jokes light-heartedly, no malice in his voice “Now go get her”

She gives him a smile before making her way through into the hallway, asking some boy if she saw where you went and being told you went through the fireplace

Heading home via the floo network, she was met with a still flat besides a trail of light coming from down the hall. The bedroom. Reaching the door she finds it ajar, light from the room flickering through the small crack. She was about to push it open when she heard it…a sniffle…although it’s more like a whimper?

She slowly leant one ear towards the door checking she heard it right, maybe it was just allergies you didn't know you possessed or a very strange crackle from the fire but it wasn’t and that broke her heart

You rarely cried. Movies? Yes. Bambi hitting pretty hard when she made you and Harry watch it…thinking back that probably wasn’t her smartest moment

No, tonight trumped that, big time

“Y/n?” she calls out

She hears rustling of sheets then a yip of some kind before it’s followed by a distant swear

“I’m getting changed!” you say quickly before nothing

Hermione swears she can hear the cringe, more so she can picture it, the little cringle on your nose, the rare yet cute embarrassment flooding your expression…shame it was bittersweet

“That was a terrible excuse wasn’t it?” you ask, an awkward laugh escaping your lips but she can hear the graininess in your voice from crying

“Little bit yeah” she nods even though you can’t see it “Can I come in?”

Please say yes

“Promise you won’t laugh”

She new that tone, already trying to suppress her laughter

“You know I can’t but I can try” she offers

There's a small silence

“Okay you…you can come in”

Hermione pushes the door open, pressing her lips together as she sees you sitting on your shared bed, the sheets clearly like you were hiding under them with a blanket covering your figure

“Are you nude?” she inquires but she already knows what happened

You nod, not shyly or really embarrassed more just…well she can’t place it, you had never looked this way before, so timid, so unlike yourself

“You startled me and I forgot to shift back with my clothes” you say quietly, fiddling with your fingers “Actually that's a lie I somehow still have one sock” you stick your foot out of the blanket, wiggling it around

She lets out a quiet giggle “What did you lose this time?” she asks, moving to sit next to you but keeping a little distance in case you didn’t want her there

“Just my shirt and underwear…oh and the other sock” you gesture to your jeans and jacket hanging over the chair “Got tired so I was going for a nap ya see”

Half of that was a lie

She could see the glistening of your cheeks, painted by tears, stray hairs sticking to them. Eyes puffy, raw almost bloodshot…and still that look she couldn’t place, a look that terrified her

“You go back to the party, I’ll get a good nap in then I’ll be good as new” you say softly, sadly, that usual charm in your voice gone

“Sweets” your face scrunches at the pet name, face tilting away from her “Please look at me”

You swallow before turning to look, tears brimming your eyes, leg shaking as you plan what to say

“What's wrong?” Hermione wonders, hand moving to cup your now bare knee as you had managed to shrug the blanket off when you showed her your one socked foot and shaking

“Do you still…still want me?” you ask, voice a broken whisper

Her mouth drops open, that expression she couldn’t place was clear now, no wonder she couldn’t read it, you were feeling insecure

“Course I do” she shifts closer, grasping your hands “Why…” she closes her eyes “...sweets it wasn’t like that with Ron, It was just a dance” she tries to explain but you don’t seem to gain any solace from it

“Not from where I was standing” you quip with a foreign lace of bitterness “You said you were over him, that he’s just your…”

“Friend, he is just my friend” she cuts in, panicking over where this was going, panicking you weren’t looking at her anymore “Y/n”

“Why then?” the tears fall down your cheeks, voice cracking

She cups your cheek, bringing your face around so she can see you properly “I wanted to make you jealous” she confesses, shame evident on her face

“Jealous?” you shake your head, eyebrows knitting “Am I not giving you enough attention?”

Suddenly the roles switch, you’re moving to comfort her, thumbs running over her knuckles, face switching from upset and mild anger to sympathy and worry

“You are” she nods “You are” she repeats a little quieter but harder

“You sure? I know I blew off our date last week on the day…”

“Sweets…”

“...so fucking stupid of me to do. George and Fred were setting up their new store and I should have…”

“Sweets”

“...told them to fuck off cause so what if I’m the third own…”

“Y/n!”

“...er…sorry, so sorry” you take a few quick breaths, re-gaining your composure

“It’s not about the date, I honestly forgot about that and if you recall you took me up a hill to watch the sunset later to make up”

“Wait so if it isn’t that or…why?” you look a mix of confused and fearful as you wait for the answer

“Would you believe me if I said it was because I was jealous?” she poses

Now you were perfectly clueless and her heart ached. You had no idea what you had done, completely innocent and she hurt you for no reason…even if she had one nothing merited what she did. You never consciously made her jealous but she did and it was down right cruel now she thought about it

“You were talking to some girl and she was…well you’re so flirty and I was just…I’m sorry” she takes a moment to breathe and you let her, listening sadly “I wanted to get a reaction out of you, make you feel possessive…that's not the right word but just…you don’t ever get jealous, or annoyed when someone makes a move on me and I guess wanted to force it out of you. ”

“You’re wrong”

“What?” she cocks her head

“You’re wrong, I do get jealous. Very jealous” you shrug “You know how many people talk to me like I’m not your girlfriend? They think because I’m a flirt they can subtly tell me how hot and smart you are as if you’re my single friend and not my girl” you say with clear emphasis on the last part

“Why have you never told me that?”

“I was scared you’d think I was like Ron…sorry” you flinch at your words, apologising

She knows what you mean though and even if you think you've overstepped, given the circumstances you were more than in your right to say it

“I’m like my dad. I use flirting as a coping mechanism. Everyone thinks I’m this happy, confident person when in reality I have the same…hell sometimes I think more insecurities as everyone else”

“What kind of insecurities?” she inquires, letting you fiddle with her fingers

“I’m a bit of a tomboy for starters. I never cared much at school, I was fine with a pass but sometimes I hear people talking about how you’re dating an idiot…a hot idiot but an idiot” you let out a little laugh as does she “You have this amazing career and I’m so fucking proud of you" you look her in the eyes as you say it, honing in your pride before looking away "I feel like you could do so much better than me…merlin I could be here all night love I mean we haven’t even got onto physical stuff” you motion to your body and she grabs your hand

“You’re beautiful. Do you have any idea how good you dress, tomboy or not everything you wear is sheer perfection. God, I wish I had your style, why do you think I steal your clothes so much? For one they smell like you and two, they are so cool!” she tells you, cupping your cheek “As for my career, all I care about is that we are happy with what we do. Yeah the ministry can be tiring and I want to kill some folks on occasion but I love it, just like you love the shop. Our happiness trumps everything else. I love coming home and hearing about your day because I never know what to expect. You make my life exciting! If anything I’m the boring one...”

“Are not” you argue “Who made you think that? I’ll make sure a damaged shipment gets directed their way”

She giggles leaning forwards, forehead kissing your own “I’ll give you a list” she says half seriously

Theres a comfortable silence before you pull back, meeting her eyes

“Please tell me next time” you plea “My heart can’t handle that again”

She presses her lips to your forehead, lingering there for almost a mintue

“I will. It’ll never happen again…never ever” she kisses your cheek “Never” your other cheek

She continues whispering ‘never’ between each kiss across your face. This goes on for some time. When she finally looks at you you’re smiling, a little bashfully actually and it makes her heart soar

“You missed one more never here” you tap your lips

She pecks them softly but as she parts your hand comes to the back of her head and holds her lips in place, extending the kiss before she can mumble the word

When you finally break apart you flick your thumb across her cheek “I love you and I’m going to tell you every day until you don’t want me anymore”

Hermione's heart flutters, how could she ever believe you would ever stray elsewhere? You looked at her like she was your everything and she was never making that mistake again...because if she did, she really would lose you

“I promise you the exact same. You better get ready because when we're in our 70’s and you forget, that's it, divorce” she jests and you bark a laugh

“Agreed”

Thank you for reading 💛

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aphrodisiac-siren · 1 year

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hi! i hope you’re doing well :)) this isn’t necessarily a request but i saw that you wrote a hogwarts au for aemond and i’ve been searching far and wide for a hufflepuff!reader and slytherin!aemond dynamic, so if you ever feel inspired to write anything with that, please know that i would read tf out of it! have a great day!! 💕

Heyy! I love me a Slytherin-Hufflepuff couple so I’m superrr excited about this one. I hope I did justice to your request.

Slytherin!Aemond X Hufflepuff!Reader

“And then the potion just exploded like boom, right in his his face and I don’t really see how that’s my fault since all I did was..”

Aemond patiently listened to you rant as you both were sat under the large oak tree in the school’s courtyard. The both of you had a free period and had opted to sit by the tree, you leaning against him as he flipped through your notebook, proofreading your essay on sirens while your bags were carelessly pushed toward your left, his green and white scarf tangled with your yellow and black one that were also tossed alongside your bags.

“And then I-“ you paused, taking a moment to look up at him, observing his brows knitted together as he focused on your essay “are you listening Aemond?”

“And then the smoke turned green, a horrible odour followed after.. yes I am listening Y/N, go on” he assured, still not looking up from the book in his hands.

You pouted slightly, wanting all of his attention. So you waited until he was done reading the whole thing and only once he’d looked up from those pages did you smile, ready to start talking again but Aemond beat you to it.

“There’s a mistake in the historical reference of your essay,” he said in his monotonous voice “Homer stated that the sirens are part bird and not-“

“From what I read, in the greek origins of the sirens, they allowed themselves to be prevailed upon by Hera to compete with the muses” you interrupted, quoting something you’d read in a book only the night before “since they lost, their wings were taken from them and they were tossed into the waters to which their bodies adapted and that’s how they’re part fish-“

“But those are called mermaids. The sirens never replicated their appearance” Aemond argued further “when they tried to lure a ship full of sailers who outsmarted the sirens, they threw themselves into the ocean and drowned. Some say they metamorphosed into rocks”

“So you’re claiming sirens to be extinct? That my essay in flawed?” you raised a brow, taking your book from his hand.

“All I’m saying is, perhaps you should read another book or two” he hummed “just to be sure”

A comfortable silence filled between you both. Aemond didn’t talk much unless it was related to academics.

This had always been the dynamic between you both, him being the quiet one and you, the comparatively louder one. You’d befriended him on your very first time aboard the Hogwarts express. He was sat by himself, fidgeting with the hem of his emerald green sweater, his shoulder-length hair pulled back neatly into a half-up, half-down hairstyle. He had a brown leather eye patch that covered his left eye.

Even at the age of eleven, he wasn’t at all talkative and you being you, sat beside him and sort of adopted him.

He seemed to like to hear you ramble about silly things. And even though you both were disappointed about being sorted into different houses, the both of you still stayed friends, growing closer and closer as the years went by.

You became his best friend, always walking around the hallways together, your shoulders bumping together, though as time went by and he grew his height, it was more like your shoulder bumping against his bicep.

You were the one who used to rush to his defence, regardless of the situation just the same as he used to rush to yours. The only difference? Aemond was a calm and collected person, always keeping his cool even when he was filled with rage to the brim meanwhile you were a short-tempered gremlin, quick to give into your anger and throw a punch. Aemond was usually the one who would have to break up the fights and pry you off of the poor student who had taken a good beating from you.

"Why do you always resort to fighting?" he'd ask you with a chuckle as he would come to walk you back to your common room after your detention.

"I can’t help it" you shrugged "he said something about you that I did not appreciate"

There were times when his older brother Aegon used to interrupt your peaceful moments, like the one you were presently having, to boast about how good he was at quidditch compared to his other teammates or sometimes to simply tease the both of you, stating that you lot would make an adorable couple.

You simply laughed along with him, while Aemond’s ears used to turn red.

"What are you lot doing this year for Christmas eve?" Aemond asked "there’s going to be some exchanging of presents in the Slytherin common room once its midnight"

"Oh we're just having the regular hot chocolate counter with cookies" you shrugged "though I'm sure the older students will sneak off for a smoke"

"Us Slytherins just spike the eggnog" he simply said, not giving you any further details.

"I'm going to sneak out too," you told him and that seemed to immediately regain his attention. You didn’t really smoke so it did catch him off-guard so you quickly clarified what your intent was behind sneaking out "not for a smoke. I was hoping to meet you"

"Oh" he simply said and it was hard for you to read his expression. Aemond was rather good at masking his emotions "past curfew"

"Yes past curfew" you giggled "wouldn’t be called sneaking out if it wasn’t"

"What for?" he asked, the corner of his lip curling up into a sly smile.

"Stop smirking Targaryen" you rolled your eyes, playfully punching his arm, that had him chuckling softly "I got you something for Christmas, but one more shit-eating grin and I will gift it to Aegon"

"Right right" he tried his best to suppress the smile "I got you something too, though I was going to wait until Christmas morning"

It was pretty much a ritual for Aemond and you to exchange gifts every Christmas. Unlike the older students, you both always sent each other presents by post. This year, you decided to stay in Hogwarts since your family were busy moving houses and you found that sort of thing boring and tiring. Since you were staying in school for the holidays, Aemond too had decided to wait back to keep you company.

You'd heard, over the years, many students talking about how they sneaked off at night to exchange gifts, taking walks along the grounds where Filch never patrolled, kissing in the silence of the night. It all sounded so sweet yet thrilling.

You too wanted to experience that, though perhaps expecting a kiss was a far fetch.

You wouldn’t say you had a crush on Aemond just the same way you knew Aemond never held any romantic feelings for you but you had thought about it, how the both of you would look walking around hand in hand, him leaning closer to hear your little rant and then letting out that adorable chuckle of his.

You wouldn’t deny that your friend was rather handsome, even though some of the other students made fun of his eye patch behind his back.

You couldn’t disagree more.

Aemond had lost an eye, but you would have to say it was those few others who were more blinded than him. How could someone look at him and not find him attractive?

"I'll see you at midnight then" Aemond stood up, offering his hand for you to take so that he might help you to your feet as well "meet me near the broom cupboard by the trophy room"

"Alright" you smiled as you slipped your hand into his. Aemond seemed to have forgotten that you were lighter than him in weight and tugged at your arm with such ferociousness, it sent you colliding right into his chest, sending the both of you toppling over and crashing right to the ground again.

Aemond grunted, feeling his arse sting from the impact while you broke out into a fit of giggles.

"It's not funny Y/N" Aemond spoke but you could very clearly hear the smile in his voice.

"I'll see you at midnight" you repeated his own statement "I hope you did not over-do it with your gift again this year"

As thrilling as sneaking out was, it was in equal measure, just as scary. Not only because you feared being caught but because you'd seen enough scary movies to make you paranoid.

When you arrived by the decided broom cupboard, you found yourself to be alone. You gently tapped your foot while you awaited Aemond.

The creaking of the cupboard doors caught you off guard as they slowly swung open and you could swear you had a heart attack. A hand immediately reached out to cover your mouth right as you were about to scream before another reached out and pulled you inside the cupboard.

"Shh, quit swatting my arm you- ouch. Lumos"

Your movement seized the moment the inside of the cupboard lit up, to reveal Aemond looking at you with a rather amused expression.

"If you are done being a gremlin, might we move on to the gift-giving, hm?" he said with a playful grin just as he reached into the pocket of his sweatpants and pulled out a neatly wrapped present.

You too reached beneath your hoodie, retrieving the gift that you had tucked into the waistband of your trousers.

"Merry Christmas Aemond" you smiled as you handed him his gift.

"Merry Christmas Y/N" he returned the smile as he too passed you your gift.

He carefully took apart the wrapping, making sure he didn’t rip it- a habit he'd picked from his mother.

"Woah, where'd you get this" he whisper-yelled excitedly as he admired the book you'd gotten him. Aemond was a lad of many interests but the one thing he was absolutely obsessed with, was dragons. On you visit to Diagon alley, you saw a book on dragonology in the bookstore; it was a signed first copy and even though it was a bit expensive, you didn’t mind spending your allowance on it.

"Open it" you said, just as excited as him.

Aemond did as you instructed, flipping open the cover of the hardbound book to find two tickets to the game of his favourite Quidditch team amidst the pages.

"Y/N how did you get these?" his jaw was hanging open, unable to process all of this "I've been trying to get a hold of these for weeks"

"Oh one of my friend's father is working as security for the venue" you told him with a proud shrug "I asked her if he could manage to get me two tickets. You can take Aegon with you, maybe even a date"

Aemond was smiling from ear to ear, a rare yet adorable occurrence.

"Your turn now" he cleared his throat, pointing to the unwrapped gift in your hands "go on"

You slowly opened your gift, unlike Aemond, you didn’t care if the wrapping ripped a little but you still tried to be careful since the wrapper was a pretty one.

Once the paper was completely off, you were left with a beautiful velvet box in your hand.

"Is there a ring in here, you gonna propose?" you joked with a devilish grin that had Aemond roll his eye.

You gently opened the lid to reveal a beautiful necklace with a dainty topaz pendant. The chain was of a thin band of silver, intertwining with a thin band of the darkest emerald green.

Aemond came from a very rich family and each year he used to bring you rather expensive gifts that you were rather hesitant to accept. This year however, he went way overboard with this expensive piece of jewellery.

"Aemond I can’t accept this" your voice came out as barely a whisper as you eyes the yellow gemstone "this must’ve cost you a fortune"

"Oh hush" he blew a raspberry "I saw it and it reminded me of us. The green in the chain is me, slytherin and the topaz stone is the colour of your house. Open it"

"Huh?"

"It's a locket," he told you as he pointed at the necklace "the gemstone is fused with a small locket"

You careful took the pendant in you hand and turned it to find a thin line running across the sides, indicating that it was indeed a locket. Carefully, you pried it open and the moment you did, it projected a small yet hazy image that began to move.

It was you and Aemond as children. You were on the Hogwarts express, laughing as you both tried Bertie Bott's every flavoured beans.

The image changed.

It was you and him in your third year, hugging him after you both had returned from Christmas break.

The image changed again and again, showing you many glimpses of a few happy moments you'd shared with Aemond.

"These are some of my favourite memories of us" he sheepishly said, looking down at you eagerly to see how you would react "it was a little difficult for me to charm the locket to do it, my uncle Daemon helped me"

"This is so sweet" you threw your arms around him to pull him in for a hug and Aemond instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist to hold you closer.

"Need me to help you put it on?" he asked while still being in your embrace.

"mhm I-"

"Oi, who's out here?"

The both of you immediately pulled away, eyes wide as you heard Filch's voice boom across the hallways. Aemond held a finger to his lips, to tell you to remain quiet.

"Nox" he softly whispered and immediately, the cupboard was dark once again.

You both could hear the footsteps getting louder and louder and you held your breath as if that would help. The doors of the cupboard slowly began to move but before Filch could fully open them, Aemond raised his wand and mumbled a spell under his breath.

"Rictumsepra"

Filch immediately stumbled backwards, clutching his stomach as he burst into laughter. He sunk to the floor, rolling as he cackled helplessly.

Aemond caught you by the wrist, dragging you outside the the cupboard as he dashed down the hallway, you following after him. He kept running and running until the both of you had reached the changing rooms near the quidditch pitch.

You were out of breath by the time you'd stopped, leaning against the wall as you panted, Aemond doing the same.

"He doesn’t come this way" he managed to form a sentence "Aegon mentioned it a few times"

You simply nodded, still a bit tired from all that running. Eventually, once you had somewhat caught your breath, you burst into a fit of giggles, Aemond laughing along with you.

"That was fun" you said in between your giggles.

"Yea it wa-" Aemond paused as something else caught his attention. He began to once again chuckle uncontrollably, pointing his finger upward as he looked down at his feet to avoid you seeing the blush rise to his cheeks.

You looked to where he was pointing and immediately looked away, smiling sheepishly.

"Mistletoe" you mumbled.

"Mistletoe" he repeated.

Aemond finally looked up to meet your gaze, drawing a sharp breath.

"Well?" he asked gingerly, awaiting your response.

"Well tradition is tradition" you shrugged, hoping that he couldn’t hear your heart that was beating ferociously in your chest. You took a step closer, him doing the same. His large hand came up to cup the side of your face before he leaned down.

You eyes fluttered shut right before you felt his soft lips against yours.

You expected him to leave you with a simple peck but he tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss. You instinctively hummed into the kiss, gently fisting his warm sweater, pulling him even closer.

It was like fireworks going off inside you. The way his lips moulded against yours, the way his fingers tangled in your hair, the soft whimpers escaping his lips, it was all driving you insane.

You were kissing Aemond Targaryen.

If the both of you weren’t already out of breath from all that running, you would be snogging for a little while longer but you had to break the kiss to catch your breaths.

Aemond rested his forehead against yours, his hand still cupping your face.

"Would've kissed you even without the obligation of tradition" Aemond breathed out, his lips brushing against yours "been wanting to kiss you for a while now"

You only smiled, still taking your time to process all of it.

"You said that I could perhaps take a date with me to that quidditch game" he gave you a boyish grin, playfully bumping his nose with yours "can I maybe take you out?"

You pocketed the box with the necklace and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him in for another kiss.

"I'll take that as a yes?" he asked with a chuckle as his lips moved expertly against yours.

"Yes" you confirmed with a hum into the kiss.

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momo-t-daye · 2 years

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“You gotta be the unicorn ‘cause I wanna be a thestral!”

Response to the prompt provided by @guljerry et al. “Severitus Snape and Harry picking costumes”.

From a separate self-indulgent AU from Slytherin!Lily. Starring semi-feral gremlin Girl!Harry raised at Hogwarts with her Dad-grid, Mom-nerva, and older-brother/bother Severus (who keeps saying silly things like “stop telling people we’re related” and “get out of my bedroom it is 3 AM how did you even get in here?”). Her best friend is “Tiffany what lives in the woods” (an acromantula) and she occasionally sends postcards with lots of stamps to her friend “Dudley from karate that one time”. She’s more conflicted with how she feels about her father, who is remembered by the Wizarding public as the great hero who somehow managed to defeat the Dark Lord even though it cost him and his wife their lives. Severus is significantly more frazzled and exhausted and blatantly weird, as he didn't have ten years to practice being a person and calcifying into the persona of Professor Snape before meeting Harry Potter.

I’ll get to the other Snapetober prompt list soon-ish!

#Snapetober #Severus Snape #Harriet Potter #my art #Self-indulgent AU number 2 includes a muggle con artist working as a Hogwarts professor

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yeehawbvby · 1 year

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Falling Away With You | Ch. 16*

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: Let’s give it up for round 2!! Enjoy! >:3c

Author’s Note: Pls do not judge for the corny Legend of Zelda alternatives weunfjksdmcx. SVE continuity, and whatever

Speaking of which, y'all finally get to meet Victor! A wonderful bachelor from the SVE mod, imo.

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“Nice to finally meet you.” The average-height (big day for short people!), Gotoroan stranger smiles warmly, reaching to shake my hand.

“Finally?” I take his hand in mine, but rather than looking at him I turn to Seb and grin. A big, goofy, punchable grin.

He rolls his eyes. “I might’ve mentioned you once or twice.”

“All good things,” Victor reassures.

I look back at him with a playful glare in my eyes. I don’t know him well enough to be an ass yet, but it’s tempting to challenge him. Interrogate him, even.

As we walk back down the hill from the train station, I’m sandwiched between the two men, but keep closer to Seb for comfort. I’d hoped he fucked the nerves out of me, but nope! They’re still there! Still just as bad with strangers as always.

While they catch up with each other, I take in the pretty surroundings, my eyes lingering on Linus. He’s sat by a small campfire outside of his tent, munching on a fish that he must’ve caught and baked over the open flame himself.

I’ve been meaning to try and talk to him, as he seems nicer than the townsfolk make him out to be, but never have the courage or the time to follow through. Maybe if I can get him alone sometime — the less people around, the better, when it comes to my social abilities — I’ll have the guts to strike up a conversation. That’s an endeavor for another day.

When we arrive back to the basement, I shuffle through my bag for the character sheets I brought along. Thankfully, they didn’t get crumpled when I abandoned them for… a more noble cause.

“What class do you want?” Seb me asks from across the room, unfolding the playing mat.

“Whatever’s available, I ain’t picky. I just can’t DM.”

“I’ve got that covered,” Victor adds.

“You usually go warrior, yeah?” Seb asks him. I’m assuming he answered with a nod, because I don’t hear a verbal follow up. “That leaves us with wizard and healer.”

“Fine, dibs on healer then.”

I don’t bother bringing the other sheets to the table, wanting to save as much judgment as possible. I skulk over, holding the paper against me like a fucking gremlin bracing onto its treasure. I’m a little worried about this, and not just because my design is corny — think: magical girl, but with a cloak on — but rather because I’ve never done a campaign in-person before. Usually they’ve been with randos on the internet. No pressure to perform with people I’ll never meet.

Victor had a figure made of his character apparently, which I enviously eyeball while Seb flips through a lined notebook for his own. I know this guy is rich but I can’t help but imagine that lil’ model costing a fortune if he commissioned it. Or maybe he made it himself?

A quiet lil “ah” sounds from across the table as Seb settles on the page he wants. Maybe it was dumb to feel embarrassed about my own OC. He just has a… collage, we’ll call it, of a generic anime guy wearing various wizard-y garments, pointy hat and all. A real Hogwarts!AU Ravenclaw!Sasuke looking motherfucker. It is truly so poorly photoshopped, and appears to be taped into place next to the (surprisingly) neatly-written stats.

I stifle a laugh, which only goes noticed by Seb, who sneers at me beneath his hair. Modern!AU Sasuke looking motherfucker…

“Ready?”

Seb and I look to the source and nod, and Victor dives right into our plot, scattering some small plastic props across the board to set the scene.

The game lasts a short few hours, and goes a lot more smoothly than I’d anticipated. Once I got into the swing of things, and rolled a few lucky 20s, I felt more comfortable with myself and my character. The three of us absolutely crushed it, too.

Victor and Seb were both downed during our final boss, and because of a pretty mediocre roll, I was only able to resurrect one. I asked them to roll for the opportunity, not really knowing who the better option of the two was – leaving up to fate, if you will. Much to Victor’s chagrin, Seb rolled higher. We won even without Victor, though, and with a good rating.

It helped that the story was influenced heavily by a mish-mosh of The Legend of Lonk plot lines. Made things easier for me to follow, and helped me know what to expect from the mobs that weren’t canon to Solarian Chronicles. I noticed it during our game, but kept quiet, not wanting to mess with the flow. Victor admitted he took some creative inspiration after we wrapped up.

“Fucking nerd,” Seb muses.

“They’re good games!”

“No, yeah, I agree,” I nod in Victor’s defense. “Lonk is a fucking masterpiece of a series.”

Seb groans while Victor excitedly asks, “Oh, you play too?!” I nod. “Which game is your favorite?” Yeees, ask me more about my hyperfixations!

“Air of the Wild, for sure.”

“That one’s so good, maybe second or third in my books. I’m personally more into Skyward Spear myself.”

“God damnit,” Seb mumbles to himself. Victor and I both ignore him.

“Did you hear they’re remaking it?”

Victor beams. “Seriously?!”

“Yeah! It might push Air of the Wild 2 back a year or, like, three , which sucks, but it should be out by Winter Star. At least, that’s what I’ve read.”

“Are they only improving the graphics, though? Or is it a full, mechanics-based remaster?”

“I dunno, I think they’re just —“

“I’m gonna order some food,” Seb quietly declares, opening up a delivery app on his phone. He saunters across the room to his bong and starts, I dunno, setting it up? I’ve never Done The Weed, I have no idea what he’s doing with that thing.

“You’re not going to offer us anything?” Victor pouts.

“Oh, now you want to pay attention to me?”

I laugh, “Are you grumpy that we’re bonding without you?”

He sits back in his stool and glares at me while taking a hit. “‘Course not.”

“Fucking tsundere.”

Victor starts making grabby hands at the bong, and Sebastian reluctantly passes it over. Coughing through his words after a long rip, he asks, “Wanna get that greasy stuff you Ferngillians try to pass off as Gotoroan food?”

Seb shrugs, crinkling his nose slightly. “I was feeling pizza.”

They both turn to me, expecting me to make the decision. “Fuck. Uhh. Gotoroan sounds good.” I give Seb an apologetic shrug.

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Victor fell asleep on the couch promptly after downing a full carton of fried rice, because munchies I guess? I dunno. I was having fun getting to know him, but semi-private time with Seb is nice. Super welcomed, honestly. My social battery was starting to feel drained, and Sebastian knows how to charge that shit right back up somehow.

We’re leaning on each other on his bed, with our backs against the wall, and watching those stupid, quick recipe/craft videos. You know, like on Buzzfeed and whatever. Stuffing the last piece of the communal veggie tempura roll into my mouth, I can’t help but choke on a little giggle, directed at how much Seb has been giggling. This man is delightful when he’s high.

“It’s funny because it’s stupid!” he strongly defends.

“I didn’t even say anything!”

“You thought about it.”

He’s right. “You know you would fully hate this if you were sober,” I point out.

“‘You know you would fully hate this if you were sober.’” So high-pitched… Yoba, do I really sound that annoying to him?

“Mock me all you want, you know it’s true!”

He scoffs, “Fuck yourself.”

“I’d rather you do it for me,” I quip back half-jokingly.

He doesn’t respond for a few long seconds, seemingly zoning out on my screen as he tries to buffer what I said. Seb finally finds my eyes and sweet mother of god he looks like he wants to ravage me.

“You wanna?” he offers, his voice quiet and husky.

Tempting, but—

“Bro, Victor’s right there, why the fuck would I wanna?”

“Bro, the bathroom is right there,” he suggests, gesturing towards the door to our left.

A fair point. I can’t tear my eyes from his stare, god he’s so fucking hot. My horny goblin brain is urging me to accept, but I dunno, it would be a little weird with someone right beside us… only separated by a few-seconds walk to the door… would it?

As if he saw the gears turning in my head, Seb decides for me. He scoops me up over his shoulder like I weigh nothing and carries me into the washroom.

“Is this necessary?” I grumble into his shoulder blade. I could’ve walked myself in here but I can’t even be mad.

After taking care to shut and lock the door quietly, he settles me down, placing a towel on the counter for cushioning purposes before pushing my back against it. I can feel the slight flush of being upside down for a little bit removing itself from my face.

Well, that, and I’m probably just rosy from being, like… tossed around.

“Yes,” he softly asserts. “Unless you don’t like being handled like that.”

“I don’t not like it,” I confess.

The corner of his mouth curls up at my reply, and he takes my cheeks between his hands, kissing my forehead. Aww.

I get on my tippy toes, and right before I can reach my lips up to his, he flips me around and leans over my form, forcing me to bend over the sink, just inches from my reflection. I shoulda known better than to trust so easily. His hands are firmly on top of mine, as if he’s worried I’ll leave. He probably doesn’t realize I wouldn’t give this up for anything.

With my ass pressed to Seb’s groin, I can feel how stiff he is. I tantalizingly sway my hips a little, eyeing him through the mirror. He sucks in his lower lip and fights back, his grip on my hands tightening as he lightly thrusts onto the back of my skirt, hiking it up a little in the process. Shit. Well played, nerd. I fight back, pressing my booty towards him just a little.

He puts more weight on me, winding the breath from my lungs a little. But it’s fine, because he’s using the closer contact to nibble my neck, and holy shit this is making me feel tingly. His bluntly pointed canines piercing into my skin, just enough to not draw blood, send goosebumps across my body.

Hm, I kind of wish there was blood…?

Fuck it, vampire kink.

“S’that all you’ve got, emo boy?” I heckle.

The reflection of his dark eyes stab mine while I fiendishly grin at him. Without saying a word, he lowers his face back down.

After gently licking and kissing the area, he bites again, in the same spot, hard. No blood, but I still wince, like, in a good way. A weird half-gasp, half-moan comes out at the feeling. I repeat the noise as he leans back, takes a fistful of my hair, and tugs it towards him like reins. While this is going on he cups his hand over my mouth.

“Careful, (y/l/n),” he growls into my ear, “Unless you want Vic to hear you…”

I shake my head “no”, knowing damn well I look like a wreck. I love foreplay, but good lord I just want him to fuck me up already.

“If I move my hand, can you stay quiet for me?”

I nod again, pleading with my eyes.

Seb slowly lifts his palm from my mouth as if he’s diffusing a bomb, claiming his other hand back as well. He begins removing his jeans — a sound I'm now happily familiar with — followed by his boxers. I reach back, desperate to feel him, but he bats my hand away. Lame .

I turn away from his reflection to look at him directly, glaring as I shimmy my skirt off. Glowering back down at me with somewhat of a carnal look in his bloodshot eyes, he spits into his hand – I’m assuming it’s for lubricative purposes.

I accidentally let out a blissful hum just because of how lewd that looked, and face forward again, but not before receiving a hard slap to my ass. He shoots me a wink too. Cheeky bastard. I bite my lip to hold back another noise and push my underwear to the side. I’m way too eager for him to be inside me.

Seb smacks my ass again, catching me off guard and forcing out an airy, almost squeaky moan. I probably have fucking hearts in my eyes at this point, I think to myself, gazing up to his reflection. If this is my punishment, keep it coming, baby.

“Off completely.”

Staying bent over the counter, I slink the fabric down my hips, letting them fall once they’re past my mid-thigh. The moment they had gotten beneath my ass, Seb firmly groped my left cheek with his respective hand, stroking himself in preparation with his right.

He teases my entrance — pushing his head in enough for me to shiver with pleasure, but retracting it rather than going deeper.

Seb does this a few times, coating me with enough impatience, frustration, and primal need that I didn’t notice myself digging my nails into my palms. I see Seb lock onto the crescents on my skin, and he directs both of my arms behind my back.

Folding my forearms over one another, he locks his hands into mine. This is almost romantic.

“Just squeeze my hands,” he offers into my ear. “Don’t hurt yourself, darling.”

I tilt my head to face him, sneaking a kiss before mumbling a dreamy “Okay.”

Ok, fuck, it is romantic.

Lost in thought and not entirely noticing that his cock was still up against my entrance, he takes me by surprise when he slips in. No hands needed, huh? Am I that wet?

“That wet for me?” he grins, more than satisfied with himself. Fucking telepath.

“Shut up,” I whimper, my grip on his hands tightening.

He slams into me, a loud smack filling the room. I gasp, do my fucking best to keep quiet by promptly sucking in my lips.

“Make me.” He punctuates his demand with another smack of his hips against my backside. I never thought it would be so hard to not make sex noises.

“Oh, whoops,” he evilly chuckles, “Guess you can’t.” He wiggles my hands around behind me in the same way people make small animals “dance” by moving their lil’ baby paws around.

I defiantly shove myself back, knowing it won’t shut him up, but that it’ll definitely convey the message I’m trying to send: You’re a dick.

Seb lets go of one of my hands, takes both of my wrists in one of his fists, and he pulls, arching my back to meet his chest again. He firmly wraps his fingers around my throat — as he puts pressure onto those convenient arteries that’ll make me see stars, he tugs my face back far enough for me to see his.

A strangled moan escapes me as he starts moving again, still slowly, but with more precision and depth this time around. I try to kiss him, but the hand on my neck is firmly keeping me in place. His eyes are boring into mine like moths drawn to a flame, and he’s smiling madly. For fuck’s sake, the control he has over me is turning me on so much.

“Seb, please, I need more,” I struggle to plead out, blatantly due to his grip on me. “Fuck me.”

“Hmm, should I?” he sadistically wonders aloud. He speeds up just a little, and I can’t help the noises that escape me. “You might have to try harder than that.”

“Mmn, please, dude.”

He takes his hand off of my throat to brush away tears that I didn’t realize were rolling out of my eyes.

“Oh, you poor thing,” he notes, rubbing his thumb across my cheek. There isn’t even a tiny smidge of real pity in his voice. It’s purely for his entertainment. Curling his fingers around my chin, he keeps torturing me. “But… ‘please’? That’s all you’ve got?”

Yearning for comfort, I bury my face into his neck to absorb the sound of my fucking agony while I let out a groan and hope he gives me what I want. Preferably soon.

“Sebastian, please,” I beg. “Just blow my back out, fucker,” I add on, the words coming out as a stupid, whiney, frustrated moan more than a command.

Seb looks satisfied – proud of me, even – as he stops thrusting.

He grins and tugs me by the chin to finally give the sloppy, passionate kiss I was yearning for when I was first pulled back like this, and then pushes my face down towards the towel. Before I know it, he’s annihilating my cunt. His hand’s on the back of my neck and holding me firmly in place. I’m totally at his will. There’s no way on god’s green earth that I’m going to be able to keep my mouth shut.

I yoink one of my hands free so I can ball up some of the towel in front of me. I need to use it to muffle the yelps that are escaping my throat.

“Holy fucking shit, Sebastian~,” I yell into the towel.

“You want me to be this rough, babe?” I can’t tell if he’s talking dirty, or if the question is genuine. I can’t see enough of his face to determine it, either — the tears that were once trickling down from desperation are now replaced by those of pleasure.

I lean up enough so he can hear me clearly, and lay my cheek on the towel that’s now damp from my saliva. Gross.

“ Yes, oh my god yes.”

“You want more?”

I nod, desperately. “Please~”

Seb laughs sadistically, “‘Course you do… such a perfect little slut.” The insult, or term of endearment, or whatever the fuck that was supposed to be sends a chill across my skin. My boyfriend speeds up in the meantime, not sacrificing force by any means. “Shit, you feel incredible.”

Oh my god. With a death-grip on the towel, I break the other hand free from Seb’s clutch. Urgently needing to feel more, I snake my hand down to my clit. It’s not that Sebastian isn’t enough, but more that I’m feeling so much at once. This feels like the final piece to the puzzle, or whatever .

“Seb, harder.”

Moaning lowly, he firmly digs his hands into my sides, his hips moving more erratically with time. My head feels foggy with bliss, but I match my hand and my own hips to his pace the best I can.

Completely overwhelmed, my body doesn’t even give me a fair warning before I cum.

“Oh shit,” I laugh, sounding absolutely insane from the overstimulation. High off of it, even. “Holy fucking shit, I’m cumming Sebby~” I didn’t mean to call him that. But I think it flew right over his head anyway.

Seb leans over, his tall frame towering over mine, leaning his face into my hair. He mutters onto my scalp, peppering it with kisses here and there. “So good, love, you’re doing so fucking good .”

I use both hands to lean up from my folded position, to help give him some more leverage, and our eyes meet through the mirror as we moan together. My arms and legs are shaking. It’s taking every muscle in my body to stay on my feet.

“Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease,” I whisper with each swift thrust. I don’t even know what the fuck it is I’m begging for, but Seb seems to.

He wraps around my torso, sneaks under my shirt, and grips the everliving shit out of my boob. A stress ball, of sorts. Seb then reaches his other hand around, effectively locking me in place, and strums my clit for me. I welcome the overstimulation with a heady mewl, making my partner smile down at my reflection.

Placing one small hand atop the larger one covering my tit, I wrap my other arm behind myself to pull him down, mumbling frantic curses into his mouth while I attempt to kiss his stupid perfect lips. Our sweaty foreheads are plastered to each other as he wrings another orgasm out of me in record time.

“Fuck,” I practically weep, “You’re so goddamn good oh my fucking god!”

He laughs, his voice lilting with pleasure. “Thaaat’s it baby, cum all over my cock.” Holy shit . “You feel so perfect, cumming around me with that tight little pussy of yours.” Holy shit holy fucking shit he is so hot.

Just when I’m starting to feel weak and eased from my comedown, Seb asks, “Fuck, where do you want me?”

What a gentleman, waiting for me to cum for the upteenth time today before doing so only his second. I owe him.

“Inside me,” I basically plead, hazy stars coating my vision while he continues stuffing me. “Please, I’m on the pill, please just don’t fucking stop.” I might snap again holy shit, is this guy actually a fucking wizard? I’ve never even managed to get myself off this many times in one session.

His dazed eyes scan mine, “You sure?”

I nod, “Please, I need your cum Seb.” A bit dramatic, but it feels like the truth at this moment.

He dips down to kiss me but winds up moaning, loudly , right into my mouth instead. He lets out a delicious, breathy laugh, and groans, “Fuck, I love you so much holy shit.” WHAT? “Mmmfuck~”

Shocked and full of butterflies, an unfortunate squeak makes its way past my lips — and we were doing so well today! A fog seizes my vision, while the combination of his confession and his throbbing length in me send me to the moon and back. This is some sort of fairytale shit.

Our heavy breaths echo throughout the room as he pulses through both our orgasms. I fumble my back onto the sink for support afterwards, quickly wiping myself down before shakily pulling my skirt and panties back up.

My eyes are glued to Sebastian’s, mesmerized. Inspecting him, I’m trying to decipher if he meant what he’d said, or if it was just his horny gremlin brain talking.

He’s normally so… cool. Sweetest guy ever, but still your typical edgelord bad boy. Definitely doesn’t read as the type who would spill his deepest feelings while fucking someone’s brains out.

He stares back, not much of an expression other than wide eyes on his face. “Fuck.”

“Sebastian,” I sing, raising a brow. Yoba, I can’t stop smiling.

“I didn’t mean for it to happen like that, I just got lost in the moment, it just like—,” he grunts, leaning his arms over the counter, placing his head atop mine. Locking me in yet again. He shouts “Fuck!” into my hair.

“Seb…”

He backs up, hands on his face as he paces in what little space we have here. Before turning towards me again, he pulls his pants up. Thank god . It was getting hard not to let out an inappropriate giggle at a man free-balling a nervous breakdown.

“I’m so sorry (y/n) that was so stupid. That is not how I wanted to—“

“Sebastian.” I walk up to him and take his cheeks in my hands, forcing him to look down at me. “Did you mean it?”

He takes a minute, scanning my face, and eventually nods apprehensively. “Yeah,” he whispers.

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rosiehunterwolf · 1 year

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C!tommy character headcanons!

Ohohoho fabro, you are fueling my hyperfixation… I’m so glad you asked about him >:)

Realistic Headcanon: I feel like this has been hinted towards in canon (although maybe that’s just me overspeculating, who knows) but I really love the idea of the clingy duo “head and heart” dynamic, with Tubbo being the head and Tommy being the heart. Tubbo tends to think the more rationally out of the two, trying to think what is best for them (think: Dream manipulated Tubbo into exiling Tommy by making him think it was the most logical thing to keep L’Manberg safe) while Tommy is more impulsive and follows his emotions rather than actually thinking through (ex: Tommy’s most valuable possessions are the things that have lots of sentimental value to him, he has displayed multiple times that he places his self worth in his relationship with others- first Wilbur, then Tubbo) and has been shown to be extremely loyal, sometimes even to the point of death, to those he cares about (which, side note, is why i totally believe in a hogwarts au, Tommy would be a Hufflepuff rather than a gryffindor). Both have their pros and cons, but you need both in a good relationship.

Hilarious Headcanon: As much as he acts like an angry, impulsive gremlin, Tommy is absolutely ✨soft✨ when it comes to his best friends (Tubbo and Ranboo). Don’t get me wrong, he still absolutely cusses up a storm and insults them when they’re together- because come on, it’s bench trio, they’re the literal embodiment of chaos- but he is absolutely wholesome with them when he thinks no one else is paying attention. Tubbo is pretty jacked and despite being considerably shorter will sometimes just pick Tommy up with no preamble and carry him places, and Tommy just is like “okay, so this is happening.” Also we know Tommy and Tubbo are very clingy emotionally but Tommy is also like. Physically clingy. He likes to be touching Tubbo whenever possible. It’s frequent to see them walking around the SMP together just casually holding hands (completely platonically) with Tommy shooting death glares to anyone who even looks at them wrong while Tubbo is just oblivious to it all and rambling about some topic (probably bees or nukes, knowing Tubbo). As for Ranboo, Tommy will never admit it but the allium Ranboo gave him as a gift when they first met made a huge impact on him and now Tommy loves flowers and him and Ranboo will frequently give each other flowers (not to get angsty on the funny headcanons but that’s part of the reason why Ranboo absolutely covered Tommy’s house with flowers after his death)

Angsty boi Headcanon: so we all know Dream’s whole “thing” with Tommy is that he brought love and attachment to the server, and the purpose of exile was to mold Tommy into the ideal attachment. That ultimately Tommy became Dream’s one attachment. We know that went both ways, that Tommy became so attached to Dream that he didn’t know how to live without him and became blind to his abuse. But what happened after he ran away? Sure, there was still lingering effects of his Stockholm syndrome with Dream, but eventually more of him realized the bad in Dream than the good. And for the headcanon, I think, after this happened, Tommy had to turn his attachments to something else. Tommy had become so used to being completely reliant on and submissive to Dream that now that he was independent again, he didn’t know what to do with himself. Even before Dream, he was pretty reliant on Wilbur to tell him what to do. I think Tommy was starting to realize that he had never truly been independent in his life, and now, for the first time he was being given that and couldn’t handle it. He had Techno for a little while, but Techno was never really a leader for Tommy. He treated him more like an equal than Wilbur or Dream ever did, and Tommy wasn’t used to that. I think that’s why he suddenly became so obsessed over the discs, even more so than before (telling Tubbo the discs were more valuable than him- although he immediately realized the mistake in that) and even hesitating when trading the disc for Tubbo’s life in the final disc war, although mostly he develops an attachment to Tubbo. It’s not like their friendship before- although I’m not saying their relationship was bad or unhealthy, I think Tommy was more desperate to cling onto Tubbo because he felt like without something to be attached to, he was nothing. This is why he told Tubbo he thought he was nothing without him, why he was so bitter about Ranboo “replacing him” as Tubbo’s best friend despite the fact that Tommy and Ranboo had been on really good terms through most of the smp (even during exile, when clingyduo was suffering). Why limbo was the worst thing he had ever experienced, enough to scare away any suicidal tendencies, because he was all alone apart from people who made him feel unsafe and miserable (mostly Wilbur, occasionally Schlatt). Tommy had always been dependent thanks to Wilbur’s need for authority but exile made him completely unable to function on his own.

Unrealistic Headcanon: okay this isn’t really original at all but it’s one a lot of the fandom seems to accept as canon, however I’ll categorize it as unrealistic seeing as it’s literally been addressed and debunked by the creators themselves (at least, if you asked Techno- Will clearly had other thoughts-) and that is, of course, sbi being a family. This one takes a lot of tweaking of canon due to the fact that Phil and Techno’s actions became very… questionable. But i mean, the pieces for it are definitely there. Wilbur canonically considered Tommy his brother anyway, even though they weren’t related, and Phil was actually quite a good friend and fatherly towards Tommy when he wasn’t blowing up L’Manberg (and.. he was the one to decorate the L’Manhole, so I like to think that was his way of apologizing- we know he doesn’t regret what he did but maybe he regrets the way he went about it and the friends he hurt). Even Techno, the biggest stretch out of the three, actually got really close to Tommy in that period between exile and Tommy betraying (“betraying”) him, and we can even see from his will that he never really stopped thinking about Tommy, and he had become one of the few people that he really cared about in his life, despite their clashing political and moral opinions. I usually like to go with the fandom favorite headcanon that Phil and Techno got preoccupied with Techno’s voices, maybe were leaving Will and Tommy alone a lot, Will was more of a parent to Tommy than Phil ever was, then Will got into a serious falling out with Phil and Techno and took off with Tommy to eventually create L’Manberg.

Hoo boy, that was… long. Like, way longer than I meant it to be. It was supposed to be like a few sentences but I ended up writing a mini essay for each one. Tell me I needed to rant about this to someone without telling me I needed to rant about this to someone 😂

I just love Dream smp character analysis, gosh I could talk about this all day

#asks #headcanon asks #fabro-de-omres #dsmp #tommyinnit #c!tommy #c!tommy headcanons #headcanons #character analysis #kinda?#rosie rants #dang this post sure lives up to that name #if this isn’t a rant #i don’t know what is

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fluffywing-e-tarot · 2 years

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The Box

Purpled curls himself up. It had only been an hour as far as he could tell. The real Professor Alastor Moody had yet to wake.

Purpled had made a mistake. That mistake had cost him. He underestimated the moment and the stunner spell had hit him. He was still half concise when he was thrown in here.

It was dark in the box.

"Is someone there?" A voice finally spoke.

"There is." Purpled replied

"Dame that Bastard.' The real professor Moody said." How did you figure it out?"

"He was far too interested in Harry and those around him. So I confronted him. Then I asked about his authorization of using the imperius curse on students. You can tell how it ended." Purpled said

“I hope you fought back, kid.” Professor Moody said.

“Landed a good hit on his back before...” Purpled winced at the thought. “He disarmed and stunned me.”

“Well, you should have killed him.”

Purpled smirked “That was the intention with an Iron sword.”

“What are you a Muggle?”

“Ex-Mercenary actually, but I messed up.” Purpled said, “I never should have come here alone.”

Professor Moody grunted. "It’s one lesson that’s hard to learn, expressly for the best of us.”

“What would you know?” Purpled hissed.

Purpled felt the other man move gesturing at something. Purpled wished that he still has his ender dragon-hybrid trait’s having perfect vision in complete blackness.

“My eye lost it in a fight that I went in alone for. I always said that it was a burning spell but..." Professor Moody sighed. “ I was young, like you and the First Wizarding War had just started. Longbottom and I found where you know who had positioned his Death eater’s to run an assault on the Ministry. I acted too quickly attacking the Death eaters. It was a narrow hallway. And when you got to close you didn’t have enough time to cast any spells Orally or otherwise. A Death Eater Kid rushed me. He pulled a blade when I grappled with him. Lost the Eye.”

“Why couldn’t you...”Purpled stopped himself about to say Respawn but there was no mechanic that Death could release you from the void clutches and deposit you at your bed or the world center.

“What got a young kid like you into being a Mercenary?”

“I’m not a Kid,” Purpled snapped.

“When did you start?”

“Fourteen,” Purpled said with a small voice. “But I had fought in wars before that.”

Purpled heard the man gasp. Professor Moody grunted.

“Professor Moody are you?” Purpled asked concerned

“I’m Fine kid,” Professor Moody “None of that Professor shit were imprisoned here together. Call me Alastor.”

“Purpled Bedwars.”

The trunk door opened. Light dropped upon them ‘ Dinner.” The impostor Moody greeted. It was then that Purpled saw Alastor for the first time. There was a hauntednes about his demeanor but it was quite different from the impostor. Alastor's look reminded Purpled of himself. Distrusting and broken. Being forgotten by society.

Purpled hated it.

Then a bucket droped between them there was a small amount of food that Purple felt like would give him food poisening. But what could he do. He was stuck down here.

“Not the boy. Only you Mad-eye.”

Purpled could feel his stomach twist. That wasn’t a good sign. He looked towards Alastor. The one good eye held a worry about them. Purpled just hoped that his hunger bar could sustain him for the time.

Alastor took the miger meal and ate it. When he was done with the food and the bottle of water he placed the glass bottle in the bucket. The bucket was pulled away from Alastair's hands.

When they were again in darkness Alastair spoke again. "Purpled Bedwars, that's a unique name."

Purpled scoffed. “There are weirder there’s someone who’s name is Ranboo Beloved, or Quakity, or Technoblade.”

“Tell me more about yourself, you look to be fourteen.”

Purple thought about lying but decided against it. “I'm not actually fourteen. I'm actually around twenty one.

“How?” wasn’t spoken but it hung between the two of them.

“I come from someplace else.” Purpled said. “My friend Tommy had died and the admin wanted to prove a point to Tommy and Revived him. in the process he was brought here landing himself on the train. we , my friends and I believe that the rest of us were brought here to support Tommy. Death brought Ranboo Tubbo and I here to protect us as well. Like we need protecting, Tubbo, Tommy and I all fought in wars before we were sixteen.”

"Kids shouldn't be fighting in adult's wars." Alastor moody gruffed

"Dream, and Wilbur would say otherwise." Purpled said "Tommy and Tubbo had to fight the maniac on multiple occasions to get a chance at his disks back."

The small spave fell in to silence after Purpled explained to the best of his ability on himself, and how he got there in the small box. The size of the box was starting to grate on him.

Did it always feel this small?

A Father once more

Star Gazing

Hybrid Trait part 1 part 2

#gremlins in hogwarts au #dream smp #purpled #mad eye moody #angst #fluff #angsty fluff

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