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auxcordlawd · 27 days

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Part 5: Wandering Thoughts of a Ravenclaw

Summary: During Easter break you go out with friends, which ends badly.

Word count:2180

Warnings: Professor and student, age gap (all parties 18+), drinking, heavy petting, **sexual assault**

18+ readers only

It was Wednesday, and the sun was out for the first time all break. You had spent Friday through Tuesday wandering the castle, reading material from the coming term in the library, chatting with the few people who had stayed behind for the break. Less than 50 students remained so you ate at one table. You hadn’t seen Professor Snape all week, and his office door remained closed. Ever since that last night in his office he was all you could think about.

“(Y/n)?” A Hufflepuff girl whose name you couldn’t remember startled out of your reverie.

“Oh sorry, what did you say?”

“A group of us is heading to the Three Broomsticks later, some of last year’s graduates are going to be there. Specifically Quidditch players Zacharias Smith and Rodger Davies and they’ve gotten hotter.” She giggled nudging her fellow Hufflepuff Hannah Abbott.

“Yeah, I’d love to get out of the castle. I’m going a bit stir crazy!” You replied enthusiastically.

“Yay! You can meet me and Susan at the Hufflepuff door to the common room, we can get ready together. We got permission over break to allow others in our common room!” Hannah said giddily, you thankful for reminding you of her friends name.

As the sun went down you found yourself walking towards the kitchen where the Hufflepuff room was near. Suddenly Hannah grabbed your arm out from behind some wood barrels, where the door was obscured. You stepped inside, your first time in their common room, and found yourself at ease in the cozy room. Plants were scattered about, and despite being in the basement the colors of the sunset were visible through overhead windows. The girls had makeup and outfits scattered about the tables.

“None of the boys of Hufflepuff are in here right now, we kicked them out.” Alicia Spinnet, a girl on the Gryffindor Quidditch team laughed with a devious grin.

You all got ready chatting about random topics, mainly leading back to boys. “Aren’t you with that Slytherin boy, Miles?” Susan asked.

“Not really.” You said curtly, applying mascara as you spoke.

“I swear I saw you two the last day of term near the lake, and you two looked pretty cozy.” Hannah said with a mischievous smile catching your questioning face. “We don’t judge here!”

“Well yes, you did see us, but we’re not exclusive.. even though he might want to be.” You stated honestly relieved to be able to talk to someone about it. “This stays between us!” You said sternly while they all shook their heads yes eager to hear more.

“So… he walked me to detention after our afternoon together, and at the last minute he told me he loved me!” You blurted out.

“Merlin’s beard! A Slytherin boy announcing his feelings. How strange!” Alicia retorted looking truly shocked.

“Did you say it back?” Asked Susan.

“Uhh well, I said thanks and ran into Professor Snape’s office.” You replied awkwardly.

“That’s an odd place for refuge.” Hannah laughed with a curious look on her face.

“Well anyways this means you can flirt with the boys tonight!” Susan said giving herself one last look in the mirror before pulling out a bottle of firewhiskey from her bag. “Shots ladies?”

After a few drinks the sun had fully set. You had decided on a short denim skirt, your white trainers, a white cropped shirt that fell just at your bellybutton. Despite your showy attire, you were covering more than the others. Hannah wore a tight black dress showing off her endless legs, Susan wore a green slip dress that highlighted her red hair and showed a lot cleavage, and Alicia wore short jean shorts and a dark blue corset top.

You all made your way through the castle meeting up with some others as you strolled drunkenly to the Three Broomsticks. Muggle music was playing loud, some pop, some classic rock. The place was quite full for a Wednesday night, you all sat down at a large table in the back corner of the bar. Moments after sitting down there were several boys who you recognized as last years graduates and sat down with two bottles of fire whiskey and several shot glasses. Zacharias Smith sat down right next to you, turning toward you handing you a shot glass. “Cheers, to meeting back up with old friends and pretty girls.” He said winking at you before clinking glasses with you then others around the table before you all taking the shot.

About an hour or so later the bar was even more full, loud with people chatting, laughing, and music playing. You were quite drunk, but enjoying yourself for the first time all break. You stood leaning on a pole chatting with Hannah as Zacharias walked over to you, handing you a cocktail. He was eyeing you up and down hungrily. “It’s a shame we never became close when I was still at Hogwarts. You were always so focused on studies. I like to see you having fun now.”

“Well my studies paid off, so I think I’m due for some fun.” You said enjoying the attention, sipping more of your drink.

“You’re a vision in that outfit, I’d like to see how it looks on the floor of my hotel room.”

You giggled as you stumbled in to him, he put his hand on your waist possessively.

“It’s so hard to chat in here. Let’s step out front.” He grabbed your hand and you followed him, not really wanting to leave the group. One outside you leaned on the wall of the building, noticing how drunk you were. The chilly night didn’t even feel cold. Zacharias grabbed your waist and leaned in for a kiss, it felt good so you continued. He started grabbing you tighter, hands moving to your thighs. His fingers began trailing up under your skirt pushing it up higher so he could grab your ass. You shocked by his brashness pleaded “No, we shouldn’t be doing this.” Despite your pleas he continued as you tried to push him away. He reached up and grabbed your hand to stop you from pushing away. “Cmon your dressed like this, drinking all the drinks I got for you.” He said pushing into you more as he shoved his hands under your shirt.

Suddenly Zacharias was thrown on the ground away from you. You looked up stunned to see Professor Snape standing between you and him, his back facing you, holding his wand directly at Zacharias. You threw your hand over your mouth in shock as Snape yelled “Cruccio!” Zacharias was writhing on the ground unable to get a full plead for mercy out. “You’re lucky I don’t kill you.” Snape said seething. “Get the fuck out of here, and if you do anything like this again I will kill you.”

Snape turned quickly grabbing your wrist, before you even took a breath he apparated you both into his office. Snape was still fueled with anger, pacing back and forth before turning to you about to speak. Before he got a word out you ran into him and started sobbing into his chest. Startled he stood there for a second. Eventually he hugged you hard pushing you harder into his chest, as he rubbed your back.

“You’re alright, dear.” He said petting your hair tenderly.

“I’m so sorry” you cried, not even letting his unexpected warmth soak in.

“(Y/n) don’t be sorry. He is a worthless waste of space, I should have killed him right there.” He held onto you protectively. You stayed like that until your breathing normalized, your crying turning into light sniffling. He eased you into the chair in front of his desk. He leaned on his desk sitting in front of you, looking lost in thought.

You looked up at him through tearful eyes, for guidance. He magically made tea appear, two cups, as he turned to riffle through his potions cabinet. He poured a few drops into one of the glasses. “Tea to sober you up, as well as calming draught to settle your nerves.” He said softly handing you the cup. You took it and drank it down, feeling the immediate effects.

After a few minutes you felt quite sober and much calmer. “I’m so embarrassed.”

“(Y/n) you have no reason to. You do need to be more careful of who you surround yourself with, I may not always be around the corner to protect you, but when I saw you leave the bar with that imbecile I had a feeling.”

“You came outside to protect me?” You asked, feeling warm with that news.

He hesitated before answering. “Yes, I felt I had to miss (y/l/n).” He stood and went to open his door, sending out a paper airplane. Less than a minute later two house elves knocked on the door, Snape opened it revealing the house elves with their hands full of food, ham, potatoes, green beans, charcuterie, cookies, cakes, and a large pitcher of butterbeer. He motioned for them to set it down on his desk.

You both ate in silence for a while, feeling full and thankfully sober. Weeks before this event you could never imagine your professor caring for you like this. You felt so safe, so protected. It was quite late, most likely past midnight. “I believe its time for bed miss (y/l/n).” You looked up at him, feeling sad again.

“I-I don’t wanna be alone.” You said stuttering nervously.

“I can not assist you there.” Professor Snape said with certainty.

“Can’t I stay with you?” You asked desperately.

He stood there for a minute, questioning what to do or say. “That would be inappropriate, crossing lines.”

“But, but, please Profess-“

“Ok.” He cut you off in a tone hard to read, turning around to face the wall behind his desk.

He muttered something under his breath and one of his bookshelves moved as a door appeared. He opened the door and held out his arm gesturing you to enter. You slowly walked in, taking in the scene. His bed was similar to the four poster bed in the student dorms, yet his was larger, with black and cream sheets, pillows, and drapes. There was a small kitchenette with several teacups sitting around the sink. There was a small but intimate bathroom with a claw foot tub. A medium sized dresser was in the corner with books and potions scattered on top. It was small but not claustrophobic. It smelled strongly of him, which warmed you up in more ways than one. He was staring at you, seemingly questioning what you thought of his private space. “I love it.” You said finally speaking. You sat down on his bed and realized how intimate the sensation was. Was he going to sleep in the bed with you?

“I’m glad you’re comfortable. Would you like something to sleep in?” You nodded and he started rummaging through a set of drawers near the bed, pulling out a long black sweater, placing it in the bathroom. “Sleep well, I’ll be right in my office if you need me.”

“Wait.. Aren’t you going to sleep?” You questioned him, a truly innocent question.

“I will survive.” He said turning towards the door.

“Please, stay with me. I can sleep on the far side of the bed. I just want you nearby.” You said desperately. He seemed to falter at your words. “Go change.” He commanded.

You stood and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. Taking the few seconds alone to organize your thoughts. Oh how the night had taken a turn. You pulled of your skirt, tank top, and sweater, and slid on the sweater Severus gave you. It was a soft cashmere, pilled with wear, wrapped in his scent you felt at ease. The sweater laid six inches above your knee, safely covering your lacy thong underneath. You splashed water on your face, used mouthwash he had sitting on his counter top, and walked out into the bedroom.

Severus had turned down the lights, with a few candles on, leaving you enough light to get back to the bed. He had changed into a black long sleeve shirt tight against his chest and arms, and slightly baggy dark green pajama bottoms. You felt so close to him seeing him like this. You saw his eyes trail down to your bare legs, quickly looking up at you. “Come, lay down.” He said in his slow deep voice.

You obeyed climbing under the covers as he held them for you. You shifted to the far side of the bed while he climbed onto his side. You laid facing him as he did the same. “Thank you Severus.”

“Of course, but this cannot become a regular thing, you staying in your professors bed.” he said with a small smirk, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Yes, sir.” You said smiling at him while you closed your eyes. Falling into the best sleep you’ve had in weeks.

Part 6

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deepperplexity · 4 months

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Prompt: 7. Stormy Reunion [B3]

Pairing: Snape x Fem!OC

POV: First, OC

Setting: Hideout Cabin somewhere in Scottland

Continuation of: Prompt 2. Restless Waiting, Prompt 3. Snowballing

A/N: It's day seven! Already a week of Rickmas has passed and this feels like a good day for some Snape-Love and I'm so ready for this particular Rickmas Serial to continue 🥰 I do think it will be the one with he most parts, it feels like it right now as I'm figuring out how to get where I imagine it ends 👀

Anyway, I hope you're all having a lovely time and amid the chaos of hosting three Christmas celebrations, writing and hosting Rickmas, finding time for work and family life, well, life's a bit hectic but I think I've been managing it all quite well so far - just a little later in the day I'm posting this as opposed to the previous ones this year so yay on that even if I have kinda dug myself into a little pit of snow with doing so many deep-dives! 😅👏

Tags/TW’s: Confession of [Love, Caring, Attempt At Hiding], Kisses (not on lips), Worry, Longing, Hopeful Wishing, Reunion, Being Alone, Being Kept In The Dark, Having Unanswered Questions

Word Count: 1.6k+

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It happened in a flurry four days ago, from being the secret Christmas decorator of Hogwarts endeavouring to spread as much cheer and warmth as possible among the students and staff through the castle to being whisked away to a Scottish cottage in a manner none of my fantasies had ever concocted by the man I secretly loved. I hadn’t even been allowed to gather my things, to leave Severus’s office for a single second that morning after nearly no sleep.

He’d drank a potion that reeked of something foul, his body had trembled for a moment while he’d supported himself on the backrest of the sofa only for him to appear as good as new a few seconds later, only his lips had still held a deep staining of something blueish from the potion. The moment I’d noticed it, he’d grabbed my arm, tugged me into his side harshly and kissed the top of my head for a second before rushing me out of the office, toward the headmaster's quarters. They hadn’t said a word to each other, just a nod and a look of detachment shared before Severus shoved me into the fireplace of Dumbledore’s office, stepped in with me and touched a loose stone hung from a string just above the inside mantel — impossible to see unless you stood in the fireplace.

I’d puked my guts out all over the barely-there snow after the portkey had taken us away, through barely open barriers of magic that closed behind us so fast my eyes couldn’t quite catch the shimmering light that was the only real sign of the magic being manipulated.

Now, well, I was alone. Severus hadn’t spoken more than five words before kissing my forehead after a second of hesitation. “Stay here, do not leave” he’d said and after the kiss came two more words, “I’m sorry” he’d said and stepped away before disappearing in a strange black whoosh of smoke. But he told me to stay, to not leave, so I stayed. I stayed in the little cottage with drafty windows and creaking floorboards. I stayed within the borders of the walls while looking out on the raging sea half obscured by swirling snow thrown about in harsh winds.

The one thing keeping me company was the thoughts of him, him holding me and kissing my forehead, the way he looked at me, the dread in his voice when he’d spoken of the Dark Lord seeing me in his mind. I had thought myself to be invisible to him, yet he’d acted as if he deeply cared for me, as if my being unsafe frightened him beyond measure. I couldn’t wrap my head around it.

Then there was that one word. That one word he’d called me by that I surely must have misheard for how could I — an average and less than inspiring or enticing witch than most — be called Love by him? I must have misheard… I can’t— The kettle interrupted my thoughts, shrieking that the water was boiling. I poured it into a strainer lined with a filter full of freshly ground coffee beans and waited as it dripped down.

I got comfy in the bay window, two blankets wrapped around and over me while I watched the crazy weather outside and sipped my coffee. The little cottage hadn’t looked like much when I arrived, but as I would have gone insane without anything to do I’d spent the second and third day cleaning — luckily enough finding the attic door hidden by a rather large painting of some strange sea horse — only to spend the current day decorating the whole place with mostly muggle decorations.

Whoever had owned the cabin before, or lived there at least, had a peculiar taste in decorations. From embedded seashells in the walls to broken glass shards in a multitude of colours as little tiny windows in the staircase, The tiny kitchen made of shipping boxes for cupboards to the mismatched chairs around the little dining table that looked as if it had been made of old ship planks — barely sanded down to avoid splinters.

But I liked it, it felt cosy and rustic yet warm despite the draft. It felt like a home, rather than some hideout. “Perhaps it is someone’s home, what do I know?” That thought wasn’t the most fun. If it was someone's home, was I an intruder just dumped off here? I sighed and sipped my coffee, flicking my wand to turn on the muggle radio only for the softest of Christmas carols to suddenly fill the space while I tried my hardest not to wonder if Severus was alright, if he was out there somewhere without ever planning to come back for me — why I was even hidden away when I was a nobody I couldn’t fully grasp as I fought the ideas of meaning something to Severus, to the man I loved but had been avoided by and not really ever wanted by it felt like. “I hope I don’t have to spend Christmas here…” I murmured before leaning back in the bay window after having sat my coffee cup on the little stool next to it on the floor.

The door banged open and I jolted at the sudden noise while the cold winds swept in as if seeking to destroy the fragile decorations barely secured to the walls, mantel, and door frames. But the door shut as my double-socked feet hit the floor below and a black figure, dusted with white flakes of snow, stood just inside it. I’d have known that shape anywhere.

“Severus” I exhaled quietly as he turned toward me. His eyes scanned me up and down, the rags for clothes I’d layered on me had me feeling self-conscious but I’d had nothing with me when he dropped me off at the cottage. “Belinna,” he said quietly, a relieved tone to his voice. He looked both relieved and as if he were in disbelief to see me exactly where he’d left me. “Yes, right where you left me.” “I can see that.” “Why am I here?” I asked, the question had plagued my mind. “For your safety,” Severus began quietly while I stepped closer. “And mine.” “Yours?” My stomach knotted at that, remembering his wiped-out state from the last time I’d seen him.

“It was never my intention, believe me.” “Your intention? Intention to, what?” He looked down at me as I stepped up to him. My entire body tingled at being close to him once more. Even if nothing about the situation made sense to me. That he had returned for me, well, that was an emotion all of its own to deal with.

His shoulders stiffened. “To put you in danger.” “In danger? Who could possibly have a reason to harm me more than anyone else?” “The Dark Lord,” he said. It made no sense to me. I had nothing to do with anything. I was just on the outskirts, being a normal person while trying to hold on to a somewhat normal life in the darkness creeping closer.

“Is there a reason for this?” I asked, not sure if I wanted to know the answer while simultaneously burning to know. “I…” He hesitated and I reached out to grasp his hand, halting myself just in time to not actually touch him. But he took my hand, a sizzling sensation shooting up along my arm from where our skin connected. “Because of this,” he said and squeezed my hand softly. “This?” My voice was a mere whisper while I looked at his large hand enveloping mine. “My… feelings, for you.”

My heart hammered, my pulse picking up, warmth spreading over my neck and cheeks. I had hoped, dreamt, and wished — yet, I’d never actually been delusional enough to think my own feelings were reciprocated by the stoic man. I’d overstepped my boundaries plenty of times, endeavouring to get close to him, and he’d at first appeared miserably angered by my attempts yet lately he’d allowed my intrusions upon his personal space. I’d mostly thought he’d given up on shooing me away, selfish as I was to keep coming back time and time again for my own want of him — my heart’s adamant howling about him being the only one for me.

“Wish to say something? Or am I to be held in uncertain limbo for the rest of my life?” he asked as I just kept staring at our joined hands, the shrieking wind beyond the cottage the only sound. It made me look up at him, the harshly held features of his face, the depth of his onyx eyes, the thin line his mouth was set in. All of him was tense and stiff, except the gentleness he held my now trembling hand with. “I thought my feelings were one-sided…” “I assure you, that was my intention. And I have failed in that regard. You are… persistent. ” That made me smile knowingly, for I was a very persistent person when it came to him. Other things I could easily give up on, but not him. Not what my heart wanted. “Regarding you, yes.” “It was foolish of you,” he said. “Now you’re in death’s sights.” “Aren’t we all? We will all die at some point. I’d rather die knowing I did all I could to follow my heart than hide in fear of it.” “You are far braver than me,” Severus exhaled while his thumb began to stroke my knuckles. “I highly doubt that, if rumours are true.”

Silence descended as we looked at each other. My stomach tied itself up in knots, my breaths came faster while all the words spoken began to sink in. An overwhelming need to embrace him nearly pushed me to move closer. I couldn’t read him though, nobody ever seemed able to. All I could see was a slight fear mixed with want in those dark eyes of his.

…To Be Continued…

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A/N: Am I driving myself wild with several long fics at a time? Yes. Am I regretting my decision to go deeper this year? No. Will I end up not even having needed the letter+number system this year? Maybe. But by gosh I am having so much fun writing these stories and it feels so good diving deeper than usual and getting to follow several characters for a longer time 😍👏 Also, I'll be continuing Snape's serial tomorrow again as the prompt lines up perfectly! *scurries off to start writing*

Q: If you have to pick between fluffy cuddling time or passionate smut in a fic - which is your pick? A: Passionate smut all the way for me 😂 I love and adore fluffy cuddling with all the feels but passionate smut with all the emotions running amok at the same time always hits the mark for me no matter what mood I'm in 🙈

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ashdreams2023 · 1 year

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Heyya! 👋🏻

Seeing your ask box open and I decided to drop by 😀.

May I have a fluff for Snape x reader? Nothing in particular, just Snape & reader getting ready for sleep after a long day and Snape being a little spoon? 😚

Thank youu ❤️

-Anon 🍮

Yay first official snape x reader request I got!

Fluff

Cold dungeons

You sneezed covering your mouth with your arm, feeling a little shaken from the awful cold that attacked the entire school. The draught snape had brewed was still setting in your system and needed a couple of days to kill off the stupid thing.

"Can you breath?" You heard snape’s voice from the other room. "I’ll be fine, I just need to sleep" when you walked out the bathroom you saw that he was already in bed, book in hand and his reading glasses on his face. He didn’t look any better than you though, he’s not exactly sick since he’s also making sure to take his daily doses of nutritionally filled potions but the kids start to ware him down at this time of year, more than usual at least.

The dark circles under his eyes had become more viable as days went on, if you didn’t know him any better you’ll think he’s sleep deprived or something but no, snape just naturally had this look but it gets worse when he gets tired.

"I hope you don’t mind my loud breathing though" you remarked climbing to your side of the bed and getting closer to his.

"Only if you don’t complain about my snoring" he smirked closing his book. You rolled your eyes playfully at him, your arms wrapping around his head and letting his face rest on your chest.

His breathing was somewhat calming to hear and with a whisper from his lips the covers dropped on both of you, keeping you extra warm in those cold nights in the dungeons.

"You know, I could hold you instead if you don’t feel so well" he offered but you simply declined by pressing a kiss to his forehead and shaking your head. it didn’t matter really, as long as you’re close to him by the end of the day all the tiredness and worry fades away.

"Goodnight" he mumbled tiredly.

"Goodnight my dungeon bat" you can hear him grumble at that which made you giggle but that quickly melted away, turning into a calm expression that you were one of the few to only have the pleasure of witnessing.

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midnightelite · 4 months

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@magic-girl-in-a-muggle-world and I posted Chapter 14!! Only one more chapter left! I still cant believe it! Read the new chapter here!

The next week flew by in a whirlwind. James and Sirius barely left the bar, making sure the place was fully ready for opening. Five more days. Yay.

It really was exciting, they had been working hard for this and now it was actually becoming a reality. What James had assumed would just be Sirius’ thing that he’d help out with had turned into something James was really proud to be a part of.

So, when Sirius began panicking Monday at three in the morning because he found a few places where the paint didn’t quite meet the molding, James only felt annoyance for a second. Okay maybe two, but he then calmed Sirius down and threw on a pair of joggers before heading over. Messy paint wasn’t really a middle of the night kind of emergency, but once James was up he figured he might as well head on over there to keep Sirius from going mad.

James wasn’t upset the next night, either, when Sirius called to tell him about a nightmare he’d had where cat hairs had gotten into several people’s drinks, and then those people turned into cats, and then the cat turned into a witch, and then Snape came back and gave them negative 200 points on their health inspection. James reminded him that Snape was no longer the health inspector and, in any event, neither of them owned a cat. That seemed to reassure Sirius quite a bit.

Continue reading here!

Start from the beginning here!

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cornus27florida · 3 months

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Questions 3 and 6 for the fanfic asks!

Yay! Thanks for asking ^^

3 - fave pairing and 6 - fave HC?? Damn that's so tough as I am multifandom literally lmao - I will explain one fandom with another fandom lol

But 👌OK I will answer w my best ability!!

I am lazy to write each of fandom so I will answer it based on my tags!! Dcmk = detective conan

3) Akai Shuuichi / Jodie Starling (romantically), Akako / Hakuba & Aoko / Kaito (romantically) although I love Hakuba / Kaito platonically

GwenDerick forever!!! (Romantically) For other pairings I am not sure as canonically they are so confusing lmao to decide ship it romantically or platonically but I truly loves WhitPelnia, CeLia, OrNika, SyRon, MarNe, LoNce, JaLee | Lilyth

I am SniLy (Snape x Lily) enjoyer, I am truly love the fanworks where somehow Severus Snape gets redemption arc in any way possible

I love Ruri and Chrome romantically! They are married in sequel chapters, they are canon!!!

So many intense ship wars in this fandom but I truly love characters x therapy to gets happiness and peace 🤣 especially to Hoshino twin, Akane and Kana - they are so messy in mental health

6) Wao so I take fave HC of my biggest 5 and current active fandoms?! Ahhaha chuckle

Please Gosho, wrap up everything - I personally don't care of new characters shennanigans so! Please make the "old" Ones come back. I feel the frustation thoroughout fandom that make the join force of messy alliance - DCMK - is the best

Frederick is wet cat (through bullying era) and meets a giant white catboi at the street - they are sharing the night together just chilling / I am usually not furry enjoyer but especially at ep 165 enabling me to realizes.. They are cats all along

Time traveling in this fandom kinda abused lmao - but I do anyway to gets redemption for Sev like return to the past, the sassier Snape to reviving his painful past while now has morality compass to do things good (while Lily fall to him not as in pity like but as amazed of him earn honor) is my absolute favorite HC of that fandom

IMHO shennanigans of everyone are very good and HC kinda not needed, but still I like the crew shenanigans of crafting weird science projects

I am kinda wonderimg about preteen AU where toddlers of everyone just vibings and - Ai alives

/those the answers from me! Have good day!!!

Btw I just realized you are asking "fanfic asks" LMAO, I do have fanfic explored in my top 4 fandoms but not really for OnK 0.0 And they are too many examples of fics that I enjoy ahahha. I feel our fandoms differs too.. So what I like, likely not as the same as others but that's OK ;) Also I love other fandom series too xD

#dcmk #cursed princess club #harry potter #dr. stone #oshi no ko

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honeysuckleharrington · 1 year

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ahh!!! happy slumber party! mayhaps #14 from hurt and comfort with harry please? thank you and hope you’re doing well!

— 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐭 | 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ

❛ 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 ❜

yay!! hi!! welcome to the party!! thank you for your request, i hope you love it! xoxo

sitting down for breakfast in the great hall, you sniffled, trying your best to suppress a cough. you reached for a warm muffin and some hot herbal tea in hopes that it would improve your sickly state but with such a stuffy nose, you could barely taste a thing.

“gee, y/n,” ron said, mouth half-full, watching you with concern as he scarfed down several pieces of bacon, “you don’t look so good,”

“maybe you should go back to bed,” hermione suggested, noticing the concern lacing the features on harry’s face from across the table. she nudged him with her foot and nodded in your direction, giving him a look that said something along the lines of: “do something, your crush is practically dying in front of you and you seem like you don’t even care,”

harry cleared his throat, “hermione’s right, y/n,” he said, awkwardly. he wasn’t the best at comforting people, he knew that, but inside it was eating him up. he wished he knew how to be there for you and as successful as hermione’s subtle advice proved to be time after time, he had trouble figuring it out on his own.

“i’m okay, guys,” you said, faking a smile, “really!”

“that was about as convincing as ron lying to snape about what happened to his potions homework,” hermione remarked, receiving a glare from him, “harry’s first class is in the direction of the dorms, he can walk you back!”

she gathered her books and stood up, smiling at you and harry. before you could protest, harry was already standing up, eyebrows furrowed as you packed up your things.

“let me carry it for you,” he blurted out, surprising himself with his forwardness.

“oh, no it’s okay, i got it,” you replied, before saying goodbye to ron and hermione who were already whispering things which you had no doubt were about you and harry’s unspoken pining for one another.

“really,” he said, placing a hand on your shoulder and taking your bag.

“thank you,” you sighed, giving him a weak smile, the weight of your sickness starting to fall on you.

you didn’t do much more talking for the remainder of the walk back to your dormitory. part of the reason you enjoyed harry’s presence so much was that he never tried to make excessive conversation and was just content to be around you. the silence was never awkward, just comfortable.

when you reached the common room, harry placed your bag down on the nearest table and shoved his hands in his pockets, trying his best not to show how worried he was about you.

you looked out the window and upon seeing the students outside running to get to their first classes of the day, you turned to harry, “you should get going, i don’t want you to get in trouble for being late,”

“uh, yeah,” he scratched the back of his head, “i’ll head out now,”

you were good at reading people and being friends with him for so long, you knew what he really wanted to say. you walked a few steps closer to him, stood on your tiptoes, and gave him a light hug, “thank you, harry,”

“i hope you feel better, y/n,” he said, as he walked out the door, “i‘ll give you my transfiguration notes later!”

#slumber party #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagines #hp x reader #harry potter #hermione granger #ron weasley #harry james potter #drabble #harry potter drabble

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silence-between-seconds · 10 days

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alr alr this is out of nowhere but bed, wed, behead: Lucius, Bellatrix and snape.

wow what happened to hi hello how are you tsk tsk

kids these days istg

anyway, valid qwestion: bed bellatrix cuz hot evil lady i go feral wed lulu cuz he has power and money and then gets arrested so i get his stuff yay behead snape cuz he's a lil slimball and nothing more

#asks #interesting questions being posed #my moots #new mutual yay

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ggadtomarry · 2 years

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Confession time.

Years ago, when I read OfTP, and went to SWM and reread all the interactions between Sirius and Severus... I really thought they had foe yay flavour. Like, the illogical visceral desire to physically bully Severus is really disturbing.

For what we see, James and Sirius took notice of Severus and ignored Lily on their first day! They bonded bullying Sev! And already with the nickname?? Also James is the leader of their boy club, and the first tormenter of Severus (because he's dirty jealous Sev is Lily's best friend and Lily doesn't care about a jock like him), but Sirius is really something. James suggests torturing the boy Sirius almost got killed months before, and, like James knew, Sirius is enthusiastic. Like a dog seeing a prey.

And this isn't about Lily. So, Sirius, what the hell was your problem? My logical answer is that he liked tormenting a kid who couldn't fight back and who was weird.

But sincerely I had always thought that a sort of visceral unwilling attraction could be on the cards, too. Like, Sirius remembering Sev's greasy hair 20 years later. Sirius laying it thick on Sev's physical aspect. Sirius calling him by that horrible nickname 20 years later. So personal. So emotional.

And just a barb from Sev, and not particularly creative at that, and Sirius fucking explodes. Like. Dude.

So yes, under the cut my dark musing about Snirius / Snack. Very dark, non-con discussion, don't read if you aren't seeking dead dove content!!

So, Snivellus is a pathetic loser who just can't get enough of dark arts, isn't he? And making him cry or scream from terror is so fucking funny, like you wouldn't believe. A real remedy against teenage angst.

But there is a problem. Since some time, hearing Snivellus whimper is like an electric thrill. Like, he wants to really make him cry. Alone. He wants to see his ugly dark (deep) eyes full of fear, not that rage he can't stomp. Strange. Weird. All Snivellus' fault.

And then. James takes Snivellus' pants off. His cock. Everybody laughs, James is taunting. But Sirius can't stop looking at Snivellus' cock. then the moment passes, James hexes Snivellus a couple of time, and Snape is thrown on the ground, red from the humiliation. He escapes, while everybody is laughing. Sirius isn't laughing, he realizes, shocked. No, his cock is heavy like a rock. For a second he images running after Snape, and taking his pants off again, and looking at his cock while he whimpers, cries, begs .

He slaps himself. What the hell??

Except, his daydreaming doesn't stop. And then the nightly dreams. Snivellus crying while Sirius forces his cock down his throat. His fault it's hard, so it's only right he takes care of the problem.

Sometimes, the dreams, nightly and daily, are different. Snape smiles in a way that Sirius never saw. He's smiling while he knees and touches his cock. He's smiling and begging for more while Sirius fucks him like a dog. What the fuck. It's all his fault . Did he got cursed with a dirty version of amortentia?

But the things is, the thoughts don't stop. And evey time James and the others bully Snape, now Sirius gets rock hard. He has so many fantasies about getting Snivellus in a dark classroom, alone, and doing to him all the things he dreams about. Pulling his hair. Slapping him. Fucking him hard.

It's a temptation, an obsession. And, well. One day Sirius is by himself because strangely James got a detention, but not him. And here he is, Snivellus going for a stroll in the castle. Alone.

Sirius touches his wand. Is he really going to do it? or is he afraid? Sirius scoffs: Gryffindors aren't afraid, ever. Especially not of dirty poor weird ugly oddballs like Snivellus. If only he had died, nobody would have felt his loss. Everybody would be happier, and Sirius would be free from this obsession.

"why, Snivellus!", He screams, and the tightening of his shoulders is hot like a muggle Playboy number.

The hunt has begun.

#snack hp #snirius #severus snape #Are you Crazy? I'm not putting this in Sirius Black tag

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laventadorn · 11 months

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Hi! Me again because firstly sorry your day wasn’t going well, I hope it gets better soon ❤️ but I also wanted to say I’m so happy you wrote more for Snape and there is a sequel to TNER??? This is the best day ever for me thanks to you 🥰 and I’m also reading “Come Once Again and Love Me” and I’m in AWE! I’ve never really liked Lily because she never really had a personality and you gave her one! And even Petunia 😍 I was always mad at JK for how she portrayed the Evans sisters but you really fixed it. And also as always your Snape is amazing! I can’t thank you enough for these fics! Hope your days stay wonderful from now on ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

yay! i’m glad you get to experience it! the sequel that updates like moss grows does moss grow fast?? i’m imagining it grows slow??? that’s why this simile is about my apologies to those of you who may know moss facts

coa seems to be going through a little resurgence! i’m happy people are still enjoying it :3 it’s the first HP fic i wrote…. gosh it’s 12 years old this year haha :)

thank you for your sweet words, they contribute to my cheer up fund! 🍰❣️🍓a strawberry for you 🍓🍓🍓🍓and 4 more!

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basicallyahedgehog · 1 month

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rowan!! words yay. hmm do you have wail, or polish, or strike?

Moonman! Hello!

I can't find any uses of "wail," which I may need to remedy. No "polish" either, but I do have "polishing" from Like This My Beloved:

If I had known in advance that we would be bunking together, here is how I would have pictured it — long stretches of silence broken only when strictly necessary, judging grey eyes looking at my messy side of the room while you keep your things in neat little piles, making do with cold showers after you hogged the bathroom for hours. I couldn’t have been more wrong. Instead it was like this: nervous chatter that eventually gave way to friendly conversation, your hands waving wildly as you tell me about all your favourite things. It was sleep-rumpled hair and bleary eyes only ten minutes before Parade, yet the most well-turned-out Trainee 365 days running. It was crinkled sheets and mismatched socks and infectious laughter at all hours of the day and night. It was you seated on the bunk across from me, polishing your boots while quizzing me on stealth techniques.

For "strike" I don't have it in any currently published fics of WIPs, which surprises me a little. I have this from a very old fic I wrote for a comp back under a different name and which will never see the light of day again after this 😂

Harry stared across the table at his Professor. There was something in his eyes the teen had not seen before. Concern, anger, and even fear. Harry knew instantly why he had been called. “When is the battle, Professor?” “Excuse me?” Snape looked genuinely confused as if he hadn’t expected Harry to be so astute. “The battle, Professor. Voldemort has set a date, hadn’t he?” “I see you have accepted your responsibility, Potter. Ensure you continue to shoulder it, as the battle is indeed upon us. Lord Voldemort plans to strike on September 1st, as you disembark the Hogwarts Express.” “That’s next week!” “Indeed. Voldemort does not intend to give you more time to prepare than he can help.” “What do I need to do, Professor?” “I am doubling your training, Potter. From dawn to dusk you will practice Wing Chun, including the use of Gryffindor’s sword. You will also practice identifying Voldemort’s spell amongst a barrage of others. This training will mean the difference between life and death for your friends.” “Yes, Sir.”

Send me words and I'll find a fic that uses them!

#asked and answered #my writing #ask games

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justafairytailofinnocence · 2 years

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Colonel Brandon x young reader x Severus Snape⚔️👧🦇

Dancing willows✨️

Chapter 3

Synopsis: Colonel Brandon arrives at the Dashwood's when he stumbles upon a young woman who he falls in love with. At a party the young woman meets a mysterious man which peaks her fascination.

Au: this takes place around the regency era and Snape doesn’t go to Hogwarts but still has his past.

Warning: none

A/n: yay chapter 3 is out, this is probably the longest chapter I have ever written. Please comment, like and reblog.

Previous chapters: 1, 2

The sun had risen with a peaceful view over the field, birds flew over the crops as they chirped happily to their flock. All the horses on the trail of the roads trotted along, men carrying cargo and travelers aiming to head to their next destination. Amongst those horses trailed the Colonel, he rode strongly on his horse. The colonel had planned to visit the Dashwood’s for afternoon tea, although it may be far from the true reason. It had been quite the experience since the ball, the Colonel had a marvelous time to say the least. Many men and women from that night had laughed and danced, all their dresses and attire glistened as they waltzed in time with the tune of the music. He had sworn to save his dance for only one woman, a woman he was fascinated with, her appearance at the ball had made his heart skip a beat. Upon seeing the girl, it was like something out of a silly fairy tale one in which involved a dance.

The Colonel had kept hidden a silky ribbon, in which he found from that girl’s book. He had planned to return it, however seeing the fabric of silk laced in his hands made him reminisce of the girl. It would seem he had hardly ever fallen in love with any sort of girl, certainly not after the death of his old beloved.

The Colonel had arrived at the door of the Dashwood’s, he jumped off his horse and took off his hat placing it to his chest. As he was about to knock to on the front door of the cottage, he spotted Elinor reading on the front porch “Miss Dashwood, quite a fine morning isn’t it”. Elinor’s eyes had greeted the Colonel, she placed her book to the side smiling “Indeed, a good morning to you Colonel”.

The Colonel smiled politely; he had offered his arm out for Elinor to stroll with him around the cottage. Elinor placed her arm around the Colonel, the two began to walk around the cottage. “How are your sister’s Elinor, certainly Mrs Dashwood must have her hands full” the Colonel smiled lightly.

Elinor shook her head, her brown hair sat neatly compared to Marianne’s, her eyes showed a kindness that sympathized with many. “They have been quite well; my dear sisters have been quite busy” Elinor relied.

The Colonel smiled, Elinor had been a dear friend to him, since he had arrived at the Dashwood’s, Elinor had shinned Sympathy toward the Colonel.

“Busy you say” he asked.

Elinor nodded “yes quite, our cousin y/n had been staying with us for the summer, you should see all the books she reads”.

The Colonel had stopped in his tracks, his mind began to wonder as he came back to reality. He smiled politely at Elinor “ah indeed, I imagine books are a good source for many young lady’s imaginations to explore”.

The Colonel was quite polite, he had read a great source of books back in the day mostly about battle tactics and the atlas of the world. He was never exactly one for fairytales or fantasies, he thought they were more for children. The only time he had read some of the sort was when he was a child, his mother would read to him in bed. It was quite a hard time back then, he had never really thought about settling down that was until he met a woman, unfortunately she had passed but the thought of her still ran through his mind. The Colonel did hold an attraction of sorts towards Elinor’s younger sister Marianne who resembled his long-lost beloved. The youth of the girl had brought back memories, every time he had tried to grow close with Marianne, she had pushed him away. The Colonel had tried every bit of affection he could offer but the girl held affections toward another man Mr Willoughby. The young lad was certainly much more charming than the old Colonel, he was much more in age range, and he had more desirable features.

“Indeed, however mother wishes for y/n to eventually settle down with a suitor” Elinor couldn’t help but think how alike she was to Marianne in some ways. “She’s too caught up in her own imagination, claiming she wishes to venture into the world and see new things”.

The Colonel had never heard of such a woman, the thought of y/n had made his mind go into a whirl of lust. The young woman had become the object of his attention since the first day, he kept her ribbon as a sign he hoped to see her again. This had felt out of character for such a reserved man, but it had been quite some time since he had been infatuated with another.

“I must ask Elinor, where is y/n, is she around” he asked, it would take another miracle to just catch another glimpse of the fair lady.

“Indeed, she is inside spending time with Margret and Marianne” Elinor smiled; she led the Colonel back toward the cottage.

Meanwhile inside a small room, Marianne sat down on the lounge with a cup of tea in her hands. She watched in amusement as y/n was playing with her younger sister Margret. Marianne had a close relationship with y/n, the two were almost like sisters despite being cousins. Marianne had thought fondly of how adventurous and kind y/n was towards everyone even if they were quite harsh. Marianne sipped her tea as she laughed lightly at y/n’s silly game.

“And then what happened” Margret laughed, “The fiery breath of the beast bellowed out a laugh as the knight prepared to capture the dragon” Y/n held her arms out exaggeratedly, she tried to mimic the voice and body of the dragon. “I shall eat you unless you wish to offer me gold” Y/n spoke lowly, she stepped up on the table. “Y/n careful, mother will get mad if you break it” Marianne spoke with caution.

“It’s only a game Marianne, mother won’t know” Margret reassured her.

Y/n turned grinning as she held her arms out “this dragon shall eat thy knight, you better start running”. Margret laughed as she began to run out of the room playfully, y/n jumped from the table to chase after her. Marianne amusedly stared at y/n “I must say is it those books that have gotten to your head”.

“I mean in what world would a lady want to be a hideous beast that breaths fire” Marianne questioned. “I wouldn’t mind being a winged beast, imagine flying freely and having no one telling you what to do and shooing away pestering humans with a roaring fire” y/n smiled.

Marianne scoffed at how childish y/n was being “yes well I’m sure you would make a fine beast” she laughed. Y/n had placed her scarf around her back, it reenacted like a cape, a cape which served the purpose of being the wings. Y/n had tried to chase Margret through the house, she called out her name but to no avail. “Alright, my sir knight, this dragon has given in, you shall take my gold” Y/n smiled walking along the wooden floor through the hallway. While y/n trailed through, she heard a noise, more like a small “tap” coming from the window outside.

Y/n followed the noise coming from the window through the echoing room of the guest bedroom. To her astoundment she had spotted an owl, an owl carrying a letter within in its beak. Y/n thought she was going mad, although there must’ve been some plausible explanation; the owl could’ve simply stolen a gentleman’s post by mistake. “Excuse me, I believe that’s not your letter” y/n muttered to herself. The owl calmly sat on the windowsill as y/n walked close, “How odd” she thought “How odd, the owl is not flying away in fear”. Y/n calmly reached her hand toward the owl, the letter was a black sheet with a green stamp over the middle with the symbol letter being “S”.

Y/n had grabbed the letter as the owl calmly offered it, y/n examined the letter, it read her name and address. “Is this a jest” she asked the owl, the owl replied in a squawk. Y/n ripped the stamp off as she pulled out the light piece of paper.

“To miss Y/n,

If you recall last night, I have spoken about the position of being my assistant. My apologies If I have vanished with no thought, I couldn’t bring attention to myself or at least the muggles.

I don’t usually offer positions as such; many have annoyed me with their stupidity or don’t understand the consequences. I may know you may not speak highly of me, I’m not exactly one for “class” or so you muggles put it.

I shall not ramble for long as I’m sure my boring words are putting you to sleep.

If you are by the slightest chance interested, I will await you at my abode, the house through the forest.

Yours not sincerely,

Severus Snape”.

Y/n smiled in excitement, she had not forgotten about the night with the man, he had peaked y/n’s fascination since the beginning of last night. She felt the pit of her stomach light up in a fire as she was offered a job. Y/n had wanted something to do that wasn’t just playing the piano or trying to be suited for a man. She wanted freedom, to work, to have a chance at being successful at something. Y/n held the letter to her chest and flopped on the guest bed in excitement, her heart pounded with adoration. The owl must’ve thought how odd this human was for simply seeing a letter.

“Oh, when shall I go, tomorrow no, now, I must go now” Y/n rushed to her feet and scattered to find her things. “Firstly, I must find my books, yes books as they provide the knowledge and then my belongings so I can look professional” y/n was in frantic rush, like she was about to be interviewed for something important. Margret from down the hall observed y/n as she grabbed many things “Y/n where are you going, you’re acting like you’re in a rush to tidy your room before mother finds you”.

Y/n had no time to think, she wore an elegant dress with a scarf that wrapped around her back. “Oh dear Margret, I must be off to-“ y/n had to think for a moment, she couldn’t be seen working as it would be looked down upon. “I’m off to meet with a dear friend, where going for a picnic” y/n quickly thought up “oh a picnic, can I come” Margret chirped up.

“Certainly not, I think you’ll find it far too boring, imagine sitting there with two boring old people talking” y/n smiled, she knelt to Margaret’s eye level. “Here, take this, it’s a book about a princess going on a grand adventure” y/n handed over the book.

Margret smiled as she received y/n’s book “Very well, but promise you’ll bring me something delicious”. Y/n held her pinkie up to Margret’s “Promise” she whispered.

Y/n walked fast, she had to be out the door before her aunt had caught her going off. Y/n had just about left through the door when Elinor called out “Y/n”. Y/n jumped to a stop, she could feel the adrenaline rush all at once “dear lord Elinor, you caused me a fright”. Elinor wandered toward y/n as she raised an eyebrow “y/n, where are you heading at this hour”.

Y/n stuttered for a moment “U-uh”, Elinor was confused on y/n’s manner, she had never acted as such. Y/n smiled as best as she could, she had to try her best to not act suspicious “Elinor, I will explain everything when I come back”. Y/n scampered quickly out through the main area of the house; the front door swung open with ease as y/n began to trail from the front porch to the forest.

The forest was quite far, she had no horse nor carriage to carry her, but y/n wouldn’t mind she needed to keep this on the down low. The dirt road had no carriages nor horses trailing through, y/n quickly walked down the road alone.

In the distance of the trail, the Colonel had caught sight of y/n walking off alone in a forest. It seemed dangerous for a lady to trail off on her own, even down such a dangerous path. The Colonel wasted no time and hopped on his horses saddle. He rode the horse to follow y/n, if something dangerous were to occur then at least he had the authority to stop it. After all no one would dare try anything as he was a high-ranking officer. He wasn’t exactly a knight in shining Armor, he was quite the opposite rather, he acted cold and distant. He intruded at the most inconvenient times, and he only ever talked to Elinor instead of Marianne.

The Colonel trotted along the dirt road, y/n on the other hand was trying to look for some sort of trail or path that could lead her to this house. To y/n’s annoyance all she could see was trees, the letter provided no sign of landmark it could be near nor any sort of map. Y/n tried to focus, to her surprise she could see a faint path, of course that must’ve been the trail to follow “straight to the forest and into a house”. Y/n was about to trail through the forest path when she heard a horse trotting behind her. “Miss y/n, what is your intention of going somewhere alone” the Colonel asked slightly worried. Y/n frightfully jumped; she turned her whole body to face the Colonel sitting on his horse. “Colonel Brandon, forgive me I was attending to go to a picnic” y/n smiled hoping he would go.

The Colonel hopped down from the horse’s saddle, y/n smiled out of politeness but, she hoped he would leave so she could find Snape. “I must be off Colonel, I bid you a good morning and farewell” y/n tried to follow through the trail in the woods. The Colonel instead had an offer “Miss y/n, the woods are quite dangerous for a young lady especially if one were to get lost”.

Y/n smiled politely “I can reassure you Colonel, I’m quite capable of knowing my way”. Y/n tried to give the hint, but it seemed the Colonel had no intention of leaving. “Miss y/n, I can provide you with an adequate travel upon my horse, it would be quite faster” he stood up professionally, he held his hand out. Y/n politely declined the offer, she wanted to seek out this job offer without seeming like her social status would be looked down upon. “Forgive me, but I must truly decline, If I need you, I shall let you know” y/n gently gripped the Colonels hands to reassure him. He glanced into the youthful girl’s eyes; he was caught off guard as the girl smiled. The youthful features had brought back memories of his days with his old beloved Eliza who had passed. Y/n brought out a side to him which he buried for years since the time of his past.

The Colonel was caught in a trance, for a time he had never found anyone that could catch his sight as much as y/n could. The young woman smiled as she let go, the Colonel called “Y/n”. The woman turned to await the Colonels words “if you’re in trouble then please, don’t hesitate to call out, I shall be near if in trouble” he smiled.

Y/n nodded and bid the Colonel farewell; she trailed through the forest to find Snape’s house as he insisted.

The trail through the forest had grown quite long and deary, y/n had to trudge through thick leaves. Y/n was trying to cover her face from all the overgrown twigs and branches curling around the area. While trying to make it through the forest, y/n had accidentally stepped in mud, she sighed in annoyance. This dress was supposed to be her best one but then again, she had plenty of others. It wasn’t all terrible y/n had read about many adventures like this, although the hero would always somehow magically make it out of the woods. Y/n didn’t give up and tried to trudge through the mud like she was some sort of cadet.

Y/n walked further and further down the muddy path until she slipped and fell onto her behind. Y/n used a tree branch in hopes she would be able to get up, at least no one was watching, or it would be quite embarrassing well, so she thought.

“Miss y/n, it appears getting lost Is your favorite activity” a slur of a man had been heard from behind her. “Mr Snape, forgive me I-“ Y/n was cut off “I knew your dim witted brain couldn’t figure out how to trail through the woods”. Y/n got offended “now hang on just a minute sir, you can’t call me dimwitted when you’ve provided me no map”.

Snape raised an eyebrow “ever heard of looking on the back”, y/n grabbed out the piece of paper “there’s nothing even there” she complained.

Snape snatched the piece of paper from y/n’s grasp “right here”, he handed the letter back to y/n. It must’ve seemed like a dream because y/n could’ve sworn it was blank where as now, it was showing a map with a trail to the house through the forest. “Mr Snape, my eyes did not deceive me when I mean there was no map here before” y/n pointed.

“Well, there is now” he said coldly, y/n grumbled at the man’s remark “have you ever heard of kindness or perhaps the word consideration”. “plenty” he slowly replied coldly, y/n grabbed her dress in annoyance as Snape guided her through the mud to the path. “Welcome miss y/n to my home” Snape showed his house, it was quite mattered and certainly not a prince’s boudoir of sorts. “Oh Snape, it’s rather wonderful” y/n had been taught not to be impolite about one’s living matter. “I can tell in your tone you were expecting something more, we can’t all be blessed with nice things miss y/n” Snape replied as he helped y/n through the forest.

“No Mr Snape, it’s exactly what I expected, I’m thankful for what I’m given” y/n smiled sincerely. “I think what you’re offering me is what many ladies would aspire to want, I want to work hard so I can achieve my own succession”. Snape stared at the girl’s bright smile, it was like you could give her a piece of paper and she would still be grateful. Snape’s eyes narrowed “I believe achieving greatness is something to strive for”.

Y/n confidentially walked out of the mud right to the door, she didn’t care about the brown stains on her dress. “So Mr Snape when shall we start” y/n smiled, she clasped her hands together covered in silk gloves.

Snape opened the creaky old door in the woods, laying all over the floor was Jars of an unknown substance and book’s pages were scattered everywhere. What caught y/n’s eye was the cauldron sitting in the middle of the room, boiling from some sort of heat source. It reminded y/n of a witch’s house, y/n was polite of course and didn’t comment on the appearance. “I assume that’s your morning tea” y/n laughed. Snape did not react instead he handed y/n a list “Firstly the rules I instruct must be followed, if you disobey, I shall make you clean this entire house with nothing more than an owl’s feather”.

Y/n looked sincere, surely there was no way that was possible, Snape started to give out the rules to which y/n took seriously. “Firstly, don’t touch anything and secondly don’t snoop anywhere your mind shall question, am I understood” Snape asked.

“Of course, I shall do my best” y/n smiled excitedly; surely the rules aren’t hard to follow. Y/n was given a list of ingredients.

1. Baneberry

2. Blowfly

3. Bat wing

4. Bezoar

5. Flubberworm mucus

6. Frog brain

7. Horned toad

8. Horsehair

9. Nettle

10. Pearl dust

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows as if she had was on another planet with a list of unknown words. “What in the world bat wings, frog brain, horned toads, horsehair, FLUBBERWORM MUCUS!?!” Y/n thought. Surely this man can’t be serious, y/n stared flabbergasted at the list as Snape was busy trying to brew something in the cauldron. Y/n gathered herself, if she were to keep her position, she needed to act professional. The first-place y/n started to look was the cabinets, all the labels were written with smudged ink, although the first thing y/n found was a jar of the first item.

1. Baneberry

2. Blowfly

3. Bat wing

4. Bezoar

5. Flubberworm mucus

6. Frog brain

7. Horned toad

8. Horsehair

9. Nettle

10. Pearl dust

Y/n used a pencil to cross off the first item off the list, she tried to find something she could use to carry all the ingredients in. Y/n one by one slowly started to cross off all the items on the list except for one.

1. Baneberry

2. Blowfly

3. Bat wing

4. Bezoar

5. Flubberworm mucus

6. Frog brain

7. Horned toad

8. Horsehair

9. Nettle

10. Pearl dust

“Flubberworm mucus” y/n muttered, she needed to find the last ingredient for Mr Snape. y/n had no idea what that even was, let alone she looked through all the Jars with labels including the one on the ground to no avail. Y/n was determined to find it, she wanted to prove to Snape she was capable of being something more, something more than a snoopy dunderhead. Y/n looked above and around to which she was astonished to see the jar right above-.

“Oh, dear heavens” y/n muttered, it was a shelf right above where Snape was. Y/n nodded, she agreed to herself she would get the last ingredient with no trouble. Y/n grabbed a chair from beneath the table and stood up trying to aim herself to where the Flubberworm mucus Jar was. Snape on the other hand was trying to stir using a wooden spoon, it certainly did look like something a witch would use. Y/n wasted no time and tried to use her hands to reach the flubberworm mucus Jar, her dress dangled from below and her silky gloves were covered in mud and dirt. The chair was wobbly and to which y/n had hoped it wouldn’t snap, just as the universe seemed on her side. Y/n’s fingers had touched the Jar “Yes” y/n smiled with glee. The chair from beneath y/n’s feet had begun to topple “Woah!” y/n screamed.

Before y/n reached the bottom of the floor, Snape had pulled out a wand and uttered “Winguardium Leviosa”. Y/n hadn’t crashed but neither was she on the ground “I’m, I’m floating, goodness me I’m floating” y/n spoke bewildered.

Snape had placed his wand back into his cloak “Merlin now look what I’ve done, she’s never going to leave me alone, all she’ll do is bombard me with her nosy questions” he thought. Y/n was let down with a ‘Thud’, “Mr Snape, I was floating” she was still in shock from the incident. “Yes, do you wish to repeat once more” Snape sneered, “How, how did I do that” y/n had to experiment. Y/n tried to jump which didn’t work, perhaps it was something based on emotion “Mr Snape, what I just experienced is something no man has discovered, I should perhaps write this experience”.

Snape furrowed his brows in annoyance as heard the woman’s voice bid him with useless titles. “It shall be called, the floating woman, no wait too ordinary” y/n was thinking hard much to Snape’s annoyance. “I got it, a witch’s tale, it shall be one of new science and discovery” y/n was acting frantic “I, I need a pencil and paper-“.

Snape was fed up with y/n’s assumption “no you stupid muggle, it wasn’t you, I casted the spell”. Y/n’s eyes grew in shock “you, you’re a witch”, Snape shook his head “correction miss y/n, a wizard, a male with magic”. Y/n’s eyes glanced to the wand in Snape’s pocket, it was black she couldn’t presume what exact length it was, but it seemed she was rather taken back by the look. “Is that a wand” y/n had heard of such tales from her story books. Snape concluded her before she would give him a headache with all her questions “Miss y/n, I suggest you read this, it should answer all those endearing questions you have locked away in your mind”.

Y/n didn’t exactly question it, she smiled eagerly grabbing the book from the old melancholy wizard’s hands. “Thank you Mr Snape, this has been such an exciting day” y/n had nearly forgotten the time “oh my goodness, it’s nearly sunset, I should get going before my aunt worries about me”. Y/n curtsied to Snape politely, Y/n nearly scampered out of the home “I expect you back here tomorrow y/n, we shall be looking at brewing potions”.

Y/n smiled widely “of course, you’ve been such marvelous man Mr Snape”, y/n waved quickly before running with the book back to her home cottage. Snape watched as the young woman scampered, the comment y/n made him nearly soften. Snape wouldn’t show much emotion around anyone, he was a mystery that barely the world didn’t bother to uncover. It had been so long since he had company, let alone someone with an odd intellect. Snape walked back inside his crumpled home; he stared out the window as peace now covered the house. He must admit, she wasn’t terrible, he somewhat almost seemed to miss the young girl’s pestering.

Y/n ran back through the forest toward her home, the path Mr Snape had shown her was now easier from when she came in. In the distance through the woods, she spotted her cottage, y/n walked back to her little abode. Upon arriving at the front door Mrs Dashwood frantically grabbed y/n’s shoulders “where were you, goodness you were missing all day, you missed afternoon tea”. Y/n smiled reassuringly “fret not dear aunt, I was merely having a picnic with a dear friend close by”.

Mrs Dashwood nearly gasped from all the dirt and mud covered on y/n’s dress. “My goodness y/n, your dress is covered in filth” Mrs Dashwood observed, “yes indeed, perfectly good explanation for that”. Y/n went inside giggling like some sort of child, Elinor was sitting with Marianne in the lounge when they spotted y/n. Elinor gasped at y/n’s dress “oh my goodness, y/n your dress” she pointed out, “it’s filthy” Marianne commented.

Y/n ignored her cousin’s comments “yes, yes say no more, aunty has already spotted out”. Y/n smiled carrying the book to her room, of course she had planned to have a bath and toss the dirty dress. “Did you not know how mother was worried about you, the Colonel had searched everywhere for you” Elinor questioned “we were all worried you had gotten lost”. Y/n nodded “indeed but rest assured dear Elinor I am safe”.

Marianne glanced at Elinor “y/n, have you no consideration toward how long you were gone”. Y/n replied, “of course I have consideration”.

Y/n held her hands together in a lady like manner “my sincere apologies Elinor, Marianne and to Mrs Dashwood, perhaps I have been a little selfish and should’ve considered telling you”. The two sisters glanced at y/n; Elinor nodded as she replied, “very well but please do tell mother as she worries about you”.

Y/n held Elinor’s hand “You’re like my sisters, I would never want to do anything that would make you worry”. Y/n smiled at Marianne as she looked back with a smile “we know y/n”.

Y/n nodded and started to run upstairs, just as she did the Colonel had entered. Marianne pretended to read just so the Colonel couldn’t bother her “Elinor, Marianne has y/n returned safely”. Elinor softly spoke “indeed but much to the dismay of her dress”. The Colonel asked, “May I know where she is”, Elinor replied “y/n ran to her room however she was carrying some strange, large book”.

The Colonel smiled thanking Elinor; Marianne scoffed at the sight of the old, reserved Brandon. He trailed up the stairs to see if y/n was alright, hopefully there was no sight of her having any broken bones nor even any bruises. The door to y/n’s room was creaked open, the Colonel didn’t intrude. He had planned to ask y/n where she had been, however as he observed y/n and he knows this was un-gentlemanly, but he couldn’t help but notice y/n’s appearance.

Y/n was laid on the bed, her hair was no longer tied and had fallen loosely over her. Y/n’s eyes were scanning the book, her lips perked slightly open as she smiled in fascination. The girl’s legs were dangling up as she crossed them, her night gown had a white silk which hung down. The Colonel was caught in a trance once more, the brightness of the young woman brought something to his eyes. He lifted his hand gently and touched the door, before he did anything else that may make him caught, he stood up professionally and knocked. “Miss y/n, may I ask your permission to speak with you” he heard a book slam shut and footsteps come up to the door “yes, indeed”. Y/n had opened her door “I’m glad your safe and sound, Mrs Dashwood was quite worried about you”.

Y/n smiled softly “indeed, however rest assured I’m safe”, the Colonel had sighed to himself “to be fair I had started to worry myself, I searched everywhere for you”. Y/n nodded “yes, but now you’ve found me bravo”, he replied with caution “miss y/n, I must say I’ve forgot to return something for you”. The Colonel pulled out of his pocket, y/n’s ribbon “if you remember from that day, I had met first met you, I had meant to return it, but I couldn’t find you”.

Y/n smiled thankfully “ah thank you”, the colonel placed the silky charm into y/n’s palm. Y/n held out her hand “here, give me your hand”. He held his palm out in curiosity, y/n rolled up the Colonels sleeve as she tied the ribbon neatly into a bow around his wrist. “Um, well this is” he had never experienced such a practice “take it as my gift Colonel, you may use it as a bookmark” y/n smiled. The Colonel didn’t complain as he politely bowed toward y/n “My dearest y/n, I consider my gratitude toward your gift”.

Y/n smiled and nodded “excellent Mr Brandon, I must be off to bed farewell”, the young woman shut the door as the Colonel stares at the ribbon in confusion. His fingers lingered over the silky bow however he jumped as he heard a voice behind him “Colonel, what are you doing”. Marianne questioned him “Forgive me my dear lady, I should’ve asked permission to come up here, I was checking on y/n to make sure she was all in good health”.

Marianne dismissed him and walked past him “very well however please don’t stay for long, we must be off too bed as I’m sure you must”. The colonel bowed politely as Marianne dismissed him. she was not in the mood to talk with him at this hour. To which he slightly hoped she would be quite grateful he had searched all over to find her cousin.

Elinor had awaited downstairs as the Colonel bid the Dashwood’s farewell, he had planned to return in days’ time. As the Colonel had exited through the front door, he caught sight of the ribbon on his hand. He remembered y/n’s smile and dashing brightness of her warmth; he had recalled touch of her hand wrapping the ribbon around in a bow. She was an extraordinary young lady that he had developed an attraction to, y/n a girl not of this world but far greater than anyone he had ever met.

Y/n laid in bed; she swore the next morning she would go to visit Snape. He offered her something that would change her life, for the better or worse.

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