#rowena + class

[shallowseeker]

Rowena & Crowley back the wrong horse, over and over and over...

Everyone remembers Rowena's tragic clinging to Lucifer in season 11, and how it ended up for her. Upon learning she's the only one that can put him back in the cage, Lucifer pragmatically snaps her neck--a form of cold, indifferent insurance:

Ah, the tragedy of Rowena's desire to have security. Rowena wanted to be loved and protected by Fergus's father. She wanted to be appreciated and protected by Lucifer.

Crowley remarks that she's always looking for the biggest, baddest beast in the room to hide behind.

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In 11x23 Alpha and Omega, we see Rowena cozying up to her newest target, Chuck:

ROWENA: [Crowley mocks her as she speaks] Charles, I'll put the kettle on. My mom always said, there's nothing a nice wee cup of tea can't fix.

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CROWLEY: It's what she does. Find someone with power...cozies up...digs the claws in. [As he’s talking, Crowley walks over to a cabinet, opens a door and takes out a bottle of Craig] CHUCK: Hmm. Yeah, well, I'm not helping anyone right now, obviously. She's been...nice. CROWLEY: For now.

Funny sidenote: As Rowena moves in on Chuck, getting sweet on him, she starts calling him "Charles," a little nugget for how she'll later call Sam "Samuel," and Cas, "Hello, Castiel."

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Ahem. Anyway. The thing is, that yes, Rowena totally does this. We can't really blame her when we look at the tragic happenstances of her life. During the course of the series, we see her make numerous moves to gain favor will powerful beings:

SEASON 10

We see her volleying to make Crowley sit upon a stronger, more secure throne.

SEASON 11

We see her cozying up to Lucifer and getting killed for her trouble.

Next, we see her coming back from the dead to move in on Amara.

She's kind of playing both sides, but she gets sweet on Amara here: "Oh, I can be useful...And even if it is born out of my own self-interest, I-- I care about you. I'm someone you can talk with. Confide in. Have you... have you ever had that? Oh, you don't have to be (alone), darlin'!" 

Then, as I mentioned above, she cozies up to Chuck, and Crowley snarls many a nasty word about her.

SEASON 12

We find Rowena trying to date rich men and lying about her background, painting herself as a posh, well-to-do ballerina.

In an abrupt about-face to insulting Cas (she called him a fish in season 10), we see that Rowena has flipped on her appraisal of him.

Now, Castiel is super hot. He's "the handsome, strong angel," an ideal partner/protector. So, she hits on him. A lot.

Despite her memory of "Cas's face" as Lucifer snapped her neck, her dogged attraction to Cas blooms sometime in season 12.

Perhaps, it's when she and Cas and Fergus are hunting Lucifer together.

(In the same time frame, Crowley is also hanging off Cas's arm, keeping him company, trying to be oddly "cutesy," singing in the car, etc. It's...hilarious. You get the mental picture of them both trying their hardest to get his attention.)

SEASON 13

Season 13 brings us her library tryst with Gabriel.

She says she's motivated by trying to heal his wounded virility/grace/pride, but it's at least partially about his status as an archangel.

And of course, there's security in Sam(uel), but it's all twisted up with him being her executioner, not just her protector.

But in being her "destiny," he also functions as her security. It's very complex. (And kinda sexy.)

SEASON 14

Rowena will hit on Cas as later as season 14's Ouroboros, saying his full name in a similar coo to how she says, "Charles and Samuel." -> "Hello, Castiel."

Castiel, for his part, tends to be a little flustered by her, straightening up and saying, "Hello," back.

SEASON 15

Finally, in season 15, somewhat hilariously, Rowena moves in on Arthur Ketch.

But it's a little different this time, reflecting a more confident, in-control, and emotionally integrated Rowena.

She seems to be genuinely interested in him for his wry, science-loving personality. They banter.

She and Ketch mutually harass Dean for details about the other, like schoolyard crushes.

They had a battle connection in the past, have fought together and helped one another re: resurrection spells, but it is only now that they’re healthy and healed that they can actually see each other.

Rowena throws Dean a breathless, thankful look when he saves Ketch (for her).

She’s reformed, Ketch is reformed. It’s heartbreaking just how excited she is about him. He instills a her hope in her, for the future. (But he won’t sell out his friends. He dies. She won’t let the world die, so she dies, too.)

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But Crowley does the same friggin' thing, doesn't he? He is so her child, a tragic mini-Rowena, despite his efforts to look like a big, bad Hell-king. 💔

SEASON 5

When we meet him, we see him backing the Winchesters re:the Colt.

In his early appearance, he does this because he thinks Lucifer is going to wipe out demon-kind.

That gamble goes okay for Crowley, mostly.

SEASON 6

Sometime in this timeframe, he is given the role of Hell-king as a consolation prize, by Ramiel, prince of Hell, who honestly doesn't give a fuck.

In season 6, Crowley backs Castiel. Cas's got magnetism and sex appeal.

As the original "angel's angel" in Heaven, he's a strong frontrunner in Heaven's Civil War simply by popularity alone. So, Cas is the horse Crowley decides to bet on.

Then, Cas turns out to be duplicitous, cunning, and too devoted to his human family to be controlled. He’s way more than Crowley can handle.

There are glimmers of this power imbalance, when Cas on occasion has had enough of Crowley's innuendo-laden threats, like when Cas snaps and crushes him into a wall, for example. But on the whole, Crowley ignores this. It's his tragic hubris.

Eventually, Cas overwhelms him and seizes power, and the whole thing turns out to be a frightening blow to his position.

So, Crowley goes running to the brother Raphael, which is another bad gamble. Castiel straight-up kills him, and Crowley is forced to flee and go into hiding.

SEASON 7-8

In seasons 7-8, Crowley vies for control of the prophet Kevin, torturing and killing those around him.

He makes sure to kill Meg, who is in his mind a Lucifer loyalist (she's actually a Castiel loyalist at this point, but the Lucifer label sticks).

SEASON 9

In season 9, Crowley manipulates a series of events to allow him to dangle Dean to Cain in a bid to transform Dean and destroy Abbadon, the newest threat to his position.

(Crowley won't suggest taking the mark on his own; he won't risk his own neck.) Afterwards, he scoops “demon” roofied Dean up, like spoils of war, a dark parallel to the pimp-demon in Girls, Girls, Girls (and Randy).

SEASON 10

In season 10, this bites him in the ass, too.

Demon Dean proves too much to handle, a liability on the job, as he refuses to perform the cold, capitalistic mercenary duties of Hell.

"The little prat’s bad for business. He’s uncontrollable. Must be the Mark."

In a scene similar to Cas crunching Crowley into a wall, Dean too throws Crowley down. Demon Dean will not be cowed by Crowley, and he will not be a sidekick, little bitch, or Queen to be "controlled."

So, Crowley goes running to the brother, Sam. He “sells him out" to Sam.

And then Crowley goes running to revive Castiel again, to deal Dean. Dean is now a problem (the problem-that-solved-his-original-Abbadon-problem).

And around and around Crowley goes.

Despite everything, Crowley softens to Dean. Crowley's a little bit human now, and it shows. As he softens, his mother appears, making things much more complicated.

SEASON 11

Crowley tries to muster up the glory of his former evil self--he kills a bunch of poly/queer swingers for no real reason.

Then, Crowley sees a new opportunity to sway a powerful being, and we get Crowley unsuccessfully trying to mold Amara as his newest weapon of mass destruction.

Like with Demon Dean, he strikes fast to scoop her up when she's “vulnerable” and "new,” to get her under his sphere of influence.

Then, it goes badly, as this always does for Crowley. Amara breaks “Uncle Crowley's”arm and runs away.

In this season, Crowley goes to bat for Cas again, trying to detach him from Lucifer and screeching angrily at Cas as Lucifer beats Crowley up.

In fact, in that brief moment before Crowley even goes to bat, he's actually smiling at Dean and Cas as they reunite, as Dean says, “Cas, we don't have a whole lot of time, okay?"

Crowley is a softie. Cas is his kinda-friend, and Crowley wants Dean to be happy. Crowley's changed.

At the end of the season, we briefly see Crowley complaining about Rowena cozying up to Chuck, while he moves to cozy up to Billie. (Really, Crowley? Stop doing the thing that gets you burned, man.)

SEASON 12

Enter season 12, and Crowley works with his mom again. He and Rowena form an uneasy alliance, and both begin to see family in a slightly new light.

They trust each other a little more, and they hurt each other to try and solve their mutual pain re: Oskar and Gavin.

Hilariously, they both start seeing Castiel in a fresh light this season. It's like, in watching his devotion and chivalry to his family, and as their understanding of family shifts, they've mutually decided that he's dependable and thus desireable. (The "blue-collar, family-oriented soldier.")

So yeah, season 12 finds Crowley cozying up to Castiel again in order to lock away Lucfier--with Crowley being overly friendly and flirty and sing-songy to the point that Cas just might bash his own head in.

(In this same timeframe, Rowena warms to Cas, so you have this implication that they're both hanging off his arms adoringly, and he is tired as fuck of dealing with them. I'm sure Cas's tendency to get a little flustered and sweet with Rowena is something that would drive Crowley insane on multiple levels.)

Crowley even risks his life for Cas against Vince!Lucifer. (He wants Cas to be his friend so badly in this era, oof.)

Then, he saves Cas against Ramiel, thanks in large part to his bond with Dean, and Dean thanks him for it.

Crowley, like Rowena, will take any form love. Any friendship. Any comradery. Even scraps. They've got the same neurosis.

Anyway, in season 12 we also have the team-up of the century, where Crowley works with Rowena to send Lucifer back to the cage. Victory!

And Crowley has another fatal misstep. His last one ever, perhaps. He thinks, yet again, that he can outsmart another overpowered beast in order to buy his own security.

And so, he locks Lucifer in Nick's body, Ma'lak box-like, and tries to out-bark and out-dominate him.

Horribly, Lucifer doesn't even appear that threatened or upset. Even when he's being humiliated, the demons under Crowley flock to Lucifer. (It's not fair!)

Lucifer seems quietly amused, like he's waiting for his moment to strike, just as Cas behaved in season 6, quietly tolerating Crowley's goading because he was not actually threatened by him.

(Crowley is no Azazel or Dagon or Ramiel or even Asmodeus.)

And it's fatal. It goes badly. Crowley's gleeful crowing of brains-versus-brawn blows up in his face.

He escapes by the skin of his teeth, and goes running, tail tucked, to tell the Winchesters what he's wrought.

Sam and Dean are horrified, realizing that Jack, Kelly, and Cas are in danger, and so they speed towards them in hopes of warning them in time.

Crowley seems a little hysterical and fatalistic, deciding to back the Winchesters one last time, because, "life is meaningless," and "what's the point of it all."

Crowley lost everything for a job he hated, so he commits suicide, because he's tired and worn down.

He has become like Raphael, "we just want it to be over."

Crowley falls to nihilism.

And Rowena despairs. 💔💔💔

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[dreamytfw]

You wonder why Destiel fics that also have Sam in a relationship don't feature Samwena? It's because it's so much easier to get him out of the way on a hunt with Eileen, or off living a normal life with Jess. Samwena is too much chaos. It's mystery and magic, it's intriguing, it's trouble waiting to happen. And let's face it, it's hot. Too much work when the writer just wants to center Destiel and have Sam there to say "Get a room, you two."

I was talking about fics where Sam's relationship is an entire subplot, not just authors dropping in a token Sam mention.

But if we're going with the token Sam mention, then I don't completely agree with this take. Don't get me wrong, I agree with your 2nd paragraph 100% 😍 But any writer worth their salt would be able to have an intriguing secondary dynamic in the background, not upstaging the main pair. And there are too many well-written Destiel fics out there for this to boil down to a case of bad and/or lazy writing choices.

With the caveat that I'm excluding fics written before Rowena debuted (because iirc the only ships for Sam at that point that didn't involve abuse dynamics were SamJess and I think Sabriel? idk I don't read Sabriel), I think Sam gets paired with Eileen or Jess a lot for the same reason way too many Destiel shippers are so invested in human!Cas end game: the Destiel section of the fandom is full of boring normies lol. SamJess and Saileen are safe and "normal."

[rowenabean]

also I am really enjoying the academic community aka hanging out with a bunch of other nerds. like yesterday the lecturer was like "so this is like Mahler 8 or the intro to the Silmarillion" and I'm like oh hey look at TWO of my teenage obsessions so glad we're going there. also I DID in fact pull out my copy of LOTR in class because someone was like "is this not the same as the Shire calendar" and I was like well. I happen to go to zoom lectures an arm length away from my bookshelf we can Find Out (I also read the appendices as a child, like a nerd. but so did they.)

[rowenas-my-fave-child]

Love my English teacher she’s so funny and chill once I had to do this essay thing for Serafina and the twisted staff and when I tell you at least half of that was me going on and on about how much I love Rowena like it was crazy she still gave me an A tho so yeah she slays

[raven-dor]

sweet nothing

In which james potter makes sure his friend isn't late for class

PAIRINGS: james potter x ravenclaw!reader

WARNINGS: given last name, fluff, flirting, crushing, OBLIVIOUS READER

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

🎶 : sweet nothing - taylor swift

AN: 🩵💗 - i just love marauders fics where they're happy and nothing is wrong and they are just living their lives

The halls of Hogwarts were buzzing, Pandora, Regulus, and Y/N contributing heavily to that sound. The blonde girl had said she’d discovered nargles, which caused Regulus and her to get into a heated discussion about the topic. Y/N watched helplessly, laughing at how animated Regulus was with his hands when he talked. A hand swung over her shoulder, rectangle glasses coming into view. 

She shrugged him off, glaring playfully. “What do you need, Potter?” 

James scoffed. “Can’t a man say hello to his favorite Ravenclaw without being reprimanded?” 

She raised an eyebrow. “Not when I’m in the middle of a conversation.” 

“Were you? Because it looked like you weren’t doing much talking.” 

Regulus cleared his throat. “Actually, Pandora and I were just leaving. We need to inspect the… the nargles.” He smirked. “Have fun.”  

“Reg!” She turned to Pandora, pleading. “Please, don’t leave me here! You know how annoying he gets when left unsupervised.” 

She giggled airly, walking away. “Have fun, Y/N/N.” 

She turned to James, smiling lightly. “How are you, James?” 

“Just fine, love.” She tried to ignore how her heart clenched at the nickname. He nudged her arm. “And you?”

“Fine.” 

He raised an eyebrow. “Fine? Just fine?”

She nodded, staring at the ground. “Y/N, come on.” He slipped his pinky around hers as they walked. “You can tell me anything, you know that.” 

She could never keep a secret from him for long. If she wanted to become an Auror, she really had to work on her resolve. “It was-” She shivered. “Horrible. My parents cornered me, practically threatened me into getting the dark mark.”

He stopped, his grip on her pinkie stopping her as well. He grabbed her hand, tracing over the freckles on the back. “And did you?” 

“Rowena, no.” She scoffed. “Do you really think I’d do that?” 

He shook his head. “Just asking, lovie.”

She sighed, pulling him along through the corridor. James put his arm over her shoulders once more, and this time, she didn’t shrug him off. His voice had a joking tone to it, but she knew he was being serious. “If you ever need a place to stay, my parents would be more than happy to have you.” 

“James, I’ll be fine, really.” 

“Only if you’re sure, love.” 

She blushed, mumbling. “Don’t call me that.” 

He gasped, putting his hand over his heart. “Why not?” 

“You know why. You like Lily. So in the future, direct the endeering nicknames towards her. If you keep flirting with everything you see, Potter, she’ll never give you a chance.” 

His cheeks were pink, and he scoffed. “For your information, I actually like someone else. In fact-” 

“I enjoy a good deer pun as much as the next person, but are you two going to sit and eat lunch? You’re blocking the sun.”

She laughed, reaching across the table to ruffle his hair. The Gryffindor gasped, immediately shoving her away to fix his hair. “Don’t harm the merchandise, love.” 

James mumbled, glaring at his friend. “Oh, so he can call you love, but I can’t.” 

Y/N chose to ignore him. “Sorry Siri. I couldn’t resist.” She sat down, placing a heaping pile of mashed potatoes on her place. “And I would never miss lunch. It’s the most important meal of the day.” 

Remus smirked, tilting his head. “I think you’re thinking of breakfast, Y/N/N.”

She glared at her friend. “I am shocked you weren’t placed in Ravenclaw, Remus.”

He laughed. “I’m shocked you were.” 

“Remus John Lupin!” Her jaw dropped. “What a rude thing to say.” 

“You’ll be fine.” 

Peter giggled, shaking his head. “You’ve always been the funniest person I know, Y/N.” 

She bowed, and Sirius rolled his eyes. “Well thank you, Pete.” She looked at the other three, who could not care less. “Take notes. That is how friends treat friends.” 

James scoffed. “Speak for yourself. I treat you like a princess.” 

Y/N smiled, leaning her head on his shoulder. “When you're not tormenting my peace, yes, you are.” 

Sirius looked over at Peter, highly offended. “I’m not forgetting you said that Pete. You know I’m funnier than her.” 

Peter nodded, smirking. "Sure you are, Sirius."

"I'll have you know-"

"Boys, boys." Y/N put her hands up. "No fighting at the dinner table."

"It's actually lu-"

"Remus, again with the know-it-all card."

He raised his eyebrows. "Now, who's fighting at the dinner table?"

Free period was Sirius and James’s favorite part of the day. 

It was not Remus, Y/N, and Peter’s favorite part of the day. 

Because every day like clockwork, the pair begged them to watch their impromptu Quidditch practice. Peter luckily got out of this one, mumbling something about tutoring and scurrying away before he could elaborate. Remus and Y/N walked down to the pitch, holding their coats close to their bodies as they talked about their latest read.

“I don’t know Y/N/N, Jane Eyre seems to forget that she is the heroine in this story. Staying with that psycho who kept his wife in his attic? Not her wisest choice.” 

“I think you’re missing the main point, Remus. She’s finally doing something that no woman in her time had the fortune to do. Decide her own destiny. I agree, I think that particular choice was not the smartest, but she becomes the heroine of her own story anyway because she chose to stay. It’s a rare trope in that era of literature.”

James and Sirius stared at them from the sky, both of their stomachs queasy for the same reason. James turned to his best friend, whispering. “Do you think they’re… together?” 

Sirius spluttered, scoffing. “I mean, he can’t- he- she- they definitely-” 

James rolled his eyes. “Relax, Pads. Moony isn’t going anywhere. You still have a chance.” 

His friends cheeks grew pink, but he said nothing. James smiled, nudging him lightly. “You know I’m actually very proud of you, Padfoot. I know how difficult it is for you to accept that you like someone.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Prongs. I’m just shocked at the idea of them.” He nodded, but his voice didn’t sound as sure. “That’s all.” 

The practice ended quickly, and Remus left Y/N in the stands. He knew she liked to soak up the crisp, fresh air before sitting class for two hours.

“I am so surprised to see you here.” 

She opened her eyes, holding a hand above her to block the sun. 

“James. Great job out there. You continue to impress me.” 

He smiled, bowing. “Thank you. What are you doing after this?” 

“Transfiguration, James. With you.” She raised her eyebrows. “The same as every other Thursday.” 

“Can you blame me for trying to block it out of my memory?” He laughed. “Besides, I don’t need to take Transfiguration, I’ve already mastered that art.” 

She hummed, laying back down on the stands. He smiled, she looked rather peaceful like that. “Then you should be fine, sitting there for two hours. It isn’t that difficult, anyway.”

James scoffed. “Of course you would say that. Some people have to try, you know.” 

“Well not me and you. Don’t stress about it.” She sat up, huffing. “Suppose it’s time to walk over. I’ll see you in a bit James.” 

Y/N hadn’t even gotten two steps before a hand grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. “What if I told you I have an idea?” 

She squinted, whenever James had an idea it either ended in a prank or detention. No one could blame her for being hesitant. “And what is this so called plan?” 

He grinned. “Fancy flying?” 

“You cannot be serious right now James.” 

He smirked. “You’re right. I’m not Sir-” 

“Shut it.” She raised her finger to his lips. “McGonagall would have our heads.” 

“Nonsense. Minnie loves me. And if you don’t want to be late, you should take me up on my offer.” He held his hand out. “Don’t you trust me?” 

She sighed. Once again, her resolved crumbled thanks to James Fleamont Potter. “You know I do.” 

“Then get on.” She jumped up, gripping his waist as tight as she could. His voiced shook his chest. “Hang on, love.” 

She screamed, nuzzling her face into his back instantly. James laugh echoed through the grounds, and she couldn’t help but laugh with him. It was contagious, his laughter. What felt like seconds later, their feet touched the ground, her hold as strong as ever. “You can let go now, Y/N/N.” 

She shook her head, rather comfortable in this position. “One more second.” 

“You’re shameless.” He whispered. 

She nodded, releasing her hold. “I’m ready now.” James grabbed her hand, racing towards McGonagall’s classroom. “Merlin, James slow down!” 

“Can’t have our resident genius late to class. It’s a bad look Y/N/N!” 

She laughed, panting. “I’m not our resident genius James!” 

They whipped around the corner, throwing the doors open. McGonagall stood at the head of the room, her eyebrows raised. Giggles echoed through the class, the Marauders audibly laughing. McGonagall cleared her throat. “Mr. Potter. Ms. Baudelaire. How kind of you to join us. What exactly were you doing before you intrusion?” 

Y/N turned bright red, stuttering. “Professor, I am so sorry, I-” 

“It was my fault Minnie. I was running through the halls and bumped into Baudelaire. She took a nasty fall so I offered to walk with her to make sure she was alright.” He looked over at Y/N his eyes wide, practically screaming ‘go along with it.’ “Just plain, old fashioned chivalry.” 

Y/N fought a giggle back down her throat. “Exactly. Chivalry.” 

Sirius laughed, before quickly getting smacked over the head by Remus. McGonagall nodded, turning back to the chalkboard. “In the future, Mr. Potter, watch where you’re running.” 

He nodded. “Of course, Minnie.” 

Y/N looked down, realizing they were still holding hands. James grinned, pulling her over to their desk. He leaned over, whispering in her ear. “I told you we’d be fine.” 

She blushed, pushing him away. “Minnie really does love you.”

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Draco Malfoy x Fem!Purebloodravenclaw!reader ‪‪❤︎‬

‪‪❤︎‬ my first fic! This was set somewhere around Draco & the readers 4th year and during the yule ball ;). !! VOLDY DOESNT EXIST HERE !!!!

જ⁀➴₊⊹ In which your potions partner may not be so bad after all......

‪‪❤︎‬ 2.1k words .ᐟ not proofread .ᐟ

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It was midday, lunch was almost about to start with students walking into the great hall with all their friends. A few days ago Professor Dumbledore announced that there was a ball to be held soon. Everyone had been prepping everything so early! The ball wasn't until next month, but even so, witches had already been asked to be a wizards date for the ball. Too soon? Well no wizard or witch thought so.

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"honestly, don't you think it's a bit too early for them to be asking their 'special' someone out to the ball?" Padma Patil, one of your best friends said while sitting down in front of you.

"I'm not quite sure, maybe they just want a heads up? I mean it's better than worrying about matching gowns and dress robes a week before the ball" You said not really caring about the other students.

"Well you wouldn't have trouble with that wouldn't you, y/n/n? Your the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen! You could end up with a date at the end of the week, maybe even the end of the day!" Padma giggles

"Awh thank you! Honestly Padma look at yourself, you're as well. You might end up with a date earlier than me!" You said with giggles

As soon as you finished, lunch was ready and already appeared on your house's table. Just as you were about to get a place you heard some talking from the Slytherin table, Slytherins always had much to say.

"Well I think all they want to do is shove it in our arses that we don't have any dates yet!" You heard Goyle, a Slytherin in your year grumble while eating, you've seen him around, he's always been following his leader, Malfoy. Oh how you had a deep feeling of annoyance for that man. "Oh come on Goyle, is it that hard to find a date? Don't worry you've got a month or so left." Draco Malfoy said in reply "Now you see, such a man like me" Malfoy said pointing to himself "has had thousands of girls begging to be my date for the ball"

Rowena save me. The slytherin was so full of himself! Even if his statement was true, Draco Malfoy was still a stuck up in the arse bastard!

It pains you that, the stuck up bastard was your potions partner for the rest of the year. It pains you so much you've started thinking that Snape might hate every part of you.

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After lunch, you check your time table. Your next class was potions and honestly you felt like going to madam pomfrey, and lie about stomach pain. You bid fair well to Padma and started walking to class. You barely got to see but you accidentally bumped into another student setting up one of his yule ball proposals. The decorations scattered onto the floor and your face turned beet red

"Oh my Merlin, I'm so sorry!" You said picking up your thing trying to find your wand to fix the mess you've caused.

"Oh don't worry about it L/N, it's fine really. A simple spell ought to do the trick!" You looked up to see Cedric diggory smiling. As you picked up your things he used a spell to set things back together. How cute he was asking Cho Chang to be his date to the ball! You apologized again while walking away from him. While walking you felt a gaze following you, but you didn't really see anyone.

You barely made it to class, you were 5minutes away from being late and landing detention with Snape.

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"Good Afternoon class" you heard Snape say to the whole class.

Your potions partner seemed to be running late and hadn't showed up yet, hes totally getting detention. Snape never lets anyone get late for class, especially his. The professor is bloody strict.

Snape has told the class about the potion that will be made today, and oh Rowena was it going to be a topic for sure. Amortentia, one of the most powerful love potions there is. You could practically hear your friends asking you what you smelled after class.

While you were writing down what snape had been instructing the class to do, the classroom door opened and revealed Draco Malfoy.

"How sorry I am for being late professor Snape! I assure you it won't happen again." Malfoy said almost half joking. To your surprise snape barely did anything all he did was tell Malfoy to go back to his seat and continued on with his talking! Favoritism at its finest.

"Hope you haven't missed me too much darling, got caught up on something, yeah?" Malfoy said sitting down beside you. Honestly the tosser really had the nerve!

"Stop with the nonsense Malfoy, you've arrived late already might as well start preparing what we need for this bloody potion." You said not wanting to deal with him.

He didn't say anything, he just started prepping the cauldron and ingredients for the potion. When Snape finally stopped talking he had told the class to start brewing their potions. The two of you started brewing, well Malfoy started brewing, all you did was instruct the boy on what to do. It became the norm for both of you, you wrote the notes and told him what to do, and Malfoy would brew the potion. It's a win-win, you didn't have to get your hands dirty, and he didn't have to listen to Snape talk for 30 minutes.

As you were instructing him, the smell of his perfume got stronger and it was starting to throw you off. How insecure of yourself do you have to be to drown yourself in perfume? You understood he was rich and could afford to buy millions of perfume bottles a day, but using that much was bollocks!

"You really want a date for the ball don't you L/N? I can smell your vanilla shampoo from here, getting prepped up so early, theres like what? A month until the ball." Malfoy said as he stopped mixing the cauldron.

"Oh would you be quiet? Your perfume is basically all anyone can smell right now! You've practically put on a whole bottle!" You retorted! What does he mean? You were not that down bad for a date. Before the blonde could give you a snarky comment, Snape headed to both of you.

"ah Mr. Malfoy and Ms.L/N, it seems you have finished brewing the potion?" Snape says in his natural voice. Snape continues to check your work and it hit draco Malfoy almost too early

You didn't use too much shampoo, it was the potions work.

"Good job to both of you. 5points to each of your houses." Snape tells you.

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Draco's pov

"I can't believe it blaise, I smelt a ravenclaw in that bloody potion!" Draco rumbled, he still hasn't believed you were what attracts him that most. He wasn't going to lie when he thought you were attractive, you were above average!

"Draco don't be so fussy about it. So what if she's what you're attracted to the most? You could ask her out to the ball. You don't have a date yet, she's a pureblood your mother and father wouldn't mind." Blaise said wanting to get over the situation and was already thinking about falling asleep. It was 11pm for Salazar's sake!

"Bloody hell Blaise! Your a genius! I should totally ask a ravenclaw to the ball" draco said sarcastically rolling his eyes "honestly what's your problem mate? She's a pretty nice witch. Give it a try" Blaise said yawning.

"You know what Blaise, you might be right. Anyways who would turn ME down? I'm the slytherin prince!" Draco said thinking about how he should even ask you out to the ball.

"mhm that's right mate, you should realllllllyyyyyyyyy give it a try" Blaise said falling asleep on his bed not bothering to hear what ever draco had to say next.

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Your pov

You weren't over what happened yesterday, Malfoy didn't have any right to tell you anything when he practically bathed in perfume. The incident kept on replaying until Padma snapped you out of it.

"Hello? Merlin's beard y/n you've been zoning out for the past hour! Breakfast is about to be served and you're still laying your head on the table!" Padma said "I would be surprised if a plate of toast appears on top of your ear by now." She added with a giggle

"Im sorry Padmaaa, I'm just so tired today" you said fake yawning

Before Padma could say anything packages from everyone's owl start flying in. You say that you had two owls flying towards you and your best friend.

As the packages started to land on the tables, you realized you had two boxes in front of you! One from your mother and one anonymous.

"Ohhh who's that one from y/n/n? It looks big!" As you opened the unusual looking box, petals started falling on top of you and a bouquet with the most beautiful flowers ever stared right before your eyes. You read the letter on the bouquet not minding the people looking at you. The petals probably made a huge mess.

"Y/n your eyes glimmer like the stars in the night sky, your hair flowing like flowers through the wind, you are infact the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Would you give me the honour of being your date to the yule ball- yours truly D.M | ps. I already bought you a gown, we'll be matching" You read the last part in horror.

DRACO MALFOY ASKED ME TO BE HIS DATE TO THE YULE BALL?!?!?!?!!?!?!!!!!!! *Inserts shocked music*

You could barely speak when Padma took the letter from your hands and let out a shriek.

"WHAT?" Padma said in shock, you both sat there in pure shock before you told her

"padma I think we should go bad to the common room" you said, half of the ravenclaw table was staring at you both and even some students from other houses stared as well. "Right on it y/n/n" Padma said not recalling the shriek she just let out.

You took your things (as well as the package draco had given you) and ran to the common room.

You and Padma talked about the event again and again until you knew how to confront draco and tell him that you, that you uhm...

You didn't know what to tell Draco Malfoy.

You thought it was nice of him to ask you to be his date for the ball, you wanted to go with him really, even if he was kind of a arsehole, but he gave effort and that counts, right? Right.

"Padma I'm going to talk to him, I basically haven't even told him if I would go or not. We just ran out of the great hall!" You told Padma who was still red from embarrassment from finally realizing she shrieked that loud earlier at breakfast.

"of course, that seems right enough, do you want me to go with you? " She asked

"I'll be better on my own, I'll tell you when I get back though!' you said

That was final, you were going to tell Draco Malfoy how you really felt.

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It was almost 6pm, which was dinner time, you decided to go to draco and tell him how you felt about the letter. You couldn't find him at all you practically already roamed the whole castle! You had only the library left to check, once you got there you bumped into him!

Rowena Ravenclaw have mercy! You couldn't muster up a single word. Well you kind did but still!3

"dracoimsosorrythatItoldyou,you bathedinperfumeyesterdayikindameantitbuthonestlyiwouldreallyliketogototheballwithyou" you said all in one breath

"Woah,Woah, slow down would you love? Couldn't understand a single thing that came out of your lovely mouth" He said dusting himself and smiled.

" Draco you're kind of a bastard but you're a nice bastard if that makes sense. Your letter was really sweet and I would love to go to the ball with you!" You said too shy to look at him

Draco stared at you in disbelief "Thank you love, that means a lot to me" he said at last not really knowing what to say about the bastard part. "How about we talk about your dress, I thought you'd like to know about that, huh?" Draco Smirked at you while he guided you to the great hall for dinner

Padma would be thrilled when she finds out!

But anyways, it's all done and you're going to the ball with Draco Malfoy!

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[autisticandroids]

kink/whump fics

alright. time for day 4 of @spnficrecfest: kink/whump fics. these will be majority but not exclusively destiel. there will be lots of gen and other pairings. and it's all gonna be one list this time so it's gonna be looooooong. arranged by section, and within sections, arranged by order of word count.

kink fics

starfish by copacet, .5k

dean has sex with cas, and cas is okay with it. [you might also like sensation (destiel) (2k)]. btw the only reason i'm not reccing another one of copacet's fics is because it's already on @explainslowly's reclist.

resetting by slopeslippers, 1k, chose not to warn

raphael/naomi. raphael watches naomi at her work and Feels Things.

killer queen by filthyfealty, 1k

deanpala. the thing that makes stanford era dean so special to me, personally, is not that he fucks his car. that's a given. the thing that makes him special is that he holds hands with his car.

service angel by fastandfilthy, 1k

cas is meg's creature, and meg is in heat. megstiel.

heavenly delights by lobotomycastiel, 2k

cas explores his unorthodox sexual fantasies. established destiel, but dean isn't exactly involved in the horniness.

selfish machines by redeyedwrath, 2k, chose not to warn

cas fantasizes about putting his hands inside dean. destiel, gore.

thou shalt not covet by lowkey_existential_despair, 3k, violence warning

the lazarus rising stab awakens something in castiel. destiel.

these cloistered rooms by trieduntrue, 7k

kind of a sex pollen, kind of a d/s pollen type deal. unrequited destiel.

subheading: genderplay of various types

handsome housewife by angelszn, 1k

cassie/fem!dean. fluffy feminization of butch dean in the bathtub. this fic thinks about bodies in a way that's really hot.

finer things by filthyfealty, 1k

masculinity fetishism. dean likes boys, so he likes when cas does boy things. which includes picking up girls. destiel.

his most treasured possession by omegavers, 2k

destiel dollification :3

it's an angel/demon thing by bleedingink, 4k

megstiel bodyswap :3.

they're playing dido in the hospital gift shop by spocklee, 17k

destiel. dean and cas meet in dreams. sexy dreams.

life skills by ilovehowyouletmefall should also be on here, but it's on @explainslowly's reclist for the first day.

subheading: pregnancy (both kink and whump)

in the darkness (of this gas'n'sip) by vaguesurprise, 1k

cas jerks off. destiel, pregnancy fetish.

descent by abstractsilver, 1k, chose not to warn and noncon warning

godstiel's favorite pets forget themselves. destiel and sastiel, stockholm syndrome, pregnancy.

pierce her by burnedpopcorn, 3k, chose not to warn and noncon warning

mary/john, mary/naomi. mary is in heaven and something is growing inside her. brainwashing and pregnancy fetish.

lindworms by ariasune, 14k

cas has a miscarriage. angst, body horror, destiel.

under the skin by lies_unfurl, 15k, violence warning

cas is pregnant with leviathans. gen, whump, pretty graphic body horror and torture.

jubilees by ghostyouknow, 17k, chose not to warn.

season five destiel pregnancy. body horror. uniquely miserable, a higher class of pregnancy whump.

this nervous condition by anonymous also belongs on here but i recced that already.

thin line between kink and whump

indigo by val_creative, .5k, chose not to warn (but i'm gonna break that and say: boy howdy, noncon warning on this one)

sam!meg/jo. exactly what you'd expect.

through the never by wednesday [one chapter of a larger collection], 1k, chose not to warn and violence warning

meg/jo. kidnapping and torture and rape.

there's a danger in lovin' somebody too much by vaguesurprise, 2k

destiel. brainwashing fetish and cnc. dean straps cas to the lobotomy chair.

kitten licks and cougar bites by vaguesurprise, 3k, chose not to warn

rowena/ofc. age gap, femdom, drugging, ritual sacrifice. you can infer the plot.

isaiah 65 by piesexuality, 4k

godstiel. destiel. mindwipenatural.

the horror of no detrimental redaction by sp8ce, 14k, violence warning

cas wants redemption. dean is there to help. destiel, torture, whump.

thy will be done by dogsled, 15k

fairly extreme bdsm, extremely dubious consent. cas doesn't know it's demon dean, until he does. destiel.

fully whump

"we're going to get out of here" by angelfishofthelord [one chapter of a larger collection], 1k, violence warning

cas and mary escape from the men of letters. gen.

wrong end of the stick by softpaperwings, 3k

cas self-harms in the aftermath of jack's death. gen.

forget your troubles for they are many by aini_nufire, 6k

cas forgets everything that causes him pain. that includes the winchesters. gen. [you might also like it's such a mystery (the way you know me) (20k, destiel).]

anathema. by outpastthemoat, 7k

angsty, post-godstiel cas sickfic. destiel

the river by hal_incandenza, 17k, violence warning

an alternate version of the trap. destiel.

unholy terror by aini_nufire, 24k

cas is in the hospital after the events of a slightly altered 9x09. gen.

[violetpurpleviolet]

Supernatural , Season 12 , Episode 23

All Along The Watchtower

Carry on my wayward son

All because they wanted Mark Sheppard to keep playing Crowley. Because Crowley would be smart enough o posses another body. So people couldn’t identify him.

I also don’t believe that Rowena is dead.

Where is Castiel gone and who is “you?”?

“You big, beautiful, lumbering, pile of flannels”

Cas took doula classes, he’s such a sweetie.

Alternate realityyyyy? Spnverse?

The side eye Cas gives when Dean says “Awesome” to angel killing bullets.

Crowley DIED?!? Cas DIED?!? And Mary is gone?? To an alternative reality.

[shallowseeker]

Rowena's recurring dream???

WHOA OKAY.

BACK UP.

So you're telling me that, although she's dragging her feet and being a grumpy gills, Rowena dreams about a NICE HOUSE LIKE THIS:

With nice furniture like THIS? (White furniture at that… white!) And ginger-fucking-bread-houses?!

With rugs and carpets and a crackling hearth?

With Crowley acting like the eight-year-old boy she left in the dust?

With a full little PENGUIN family overlooking the scene in the bottom right?

with a STACK FULL OF PRESENTS????

HOLY CRAP.

It's still cold outside sometimes, but it's always warm inside.

And oh. Sam.

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FOR MONTHS?!

RO. ROWENA. RO-RO.

(She wonders, perhaps, what her life would've been like if she's lived in THIS time, if Crowley had been born in today's modern world...)

Would they have a HOUSE? Would there be PLENTY?

[onegirlgames]

The Clarendon legacy Ultimate Decades Challenge begins in the year 1300 with an arranged marriage between the peasant David, a second born son unexpectedly tasked with taking responsibility for his families serfdom, and Rowena, the orphaned niece of the local tailor. There is much speculation (and jealously) amongst the other peasants as to why their Lord would organise a match above David's class.

[rowenabean]

Twelve new things: January

Remember my 2025 goals? I said I'd keep you up to date on how I was going through the year, with a sort of review of the new things as I go.

For January, I joined a salsa class.

Technically salsa isn't entirely new; I did one six-week class when I was at uni. Given, though, that a) it was a 6-week class and b) over a decade ago, and I haven't done any since, I'm counting it as new-enough-for-this.

It was fun! I love dancing, although I haven't had a chance to do partner dancing in a bit. I really enjoyed the rhythm of it and the loose movements (loose is a bad word, though the best I can come up with). Unfortunately, I've had a vaguely off hip for a couple of years, which I haven't been noticing at all since I stopped work and stopped sitting for hours a day; because there's so much hip movement, I did notice it playing up during the classes. I've started doing the exercises my physio gave me again and hope that next time I do salsa it'll be a bit more free. I can't make the next set of classes (they run in a 4-week cycle) so maybe if I jump back in on the next go around it'll be a bit better by then!

Did you know there are salsa-styled circle dances? Of course there are, but it had entirely escaped me until now!

Overall review: gotta keep dancing. Would love it to be salsa, but if it's something else, that's ok too!

[rowenas-my-fave-child]

Rowena: *starts clapping after a performance*

Braeden:*starts clapping too*

Rowena: omg you want to be me so bad

Braeden:???

[rowenasamuel]

you know those stories where kids listen to stories from wildly different professors about their spouses and then halfway through the semester they realize that the stories they've been hearing from their, like. wildly eccentric and fun british lit professor about her husband are all actually about the statistics professor that grades like a dick. and so that means that his stories about his wife are actually about her?

that, but it's sam and rowena and literally no one believes they're married until their classes overlap in the same lecture hall spring semester and the students in both classes witness them kissing in passing and suddenly they all just go. huh. well. guess that makes sense. and then spend the rest of the semester trying to wheedle information about the other out of each of them in turn.

[keen-eye]

my fav spn ships!

sam/death (og) (they’re a match made in...)

ruby (2.0)/jess (i can be your angle…or yuor devil)

meg (1.0)/john (i fucked your dad / my archenemy’s daughter?!)

dick roman/bobby (a class affair. "robo")

ava (evil)/rowena (teacher & student + the occasional betrayal)

lisa/cain (beauty & the beast get freaky. major upgrade from dean)

chuck/benny (chuck’s an edward girl and wants to get stepped on)

billie/tessa (coworkers with an on-again, off-again thing)

becky/gadreel (he’s a gentleman and tall. and so firm...)

dean/gordon (they fight over damsel sam then kith)

mary/amara (they’ve had enough of men (including dean))

[profoundbondfanfic]

Do you have any recommendations for fics in which Dean is a kindergarten teacher and Castiel has his child or children, if they are twins in Dean’s class?

Unfortunately, we don't remember anything exactly like that. But here are a few fics with Dean teaching Cas' kid/s, which might interest you.

A Fine Romance by DragonSgotenks (Explicit, 54k words)

Castiel was one of those Parents the other teachers referred to as a "hot mess" but Dean just thought he was hot, even if he did come off as kind of a dick sometimes. When an accident lands him in the ER Dean comes face to face with his biggest crush when he discovers Cas is his nurse. It seems like fate that he manages to strike up a friendship with the father of some of his favorite students. But with Castiel still bitter over the way his ex used him up and then left him with nothing but 3 young kids to raise on his own he may be guarding his heart with too much caution to let someone new in. Dean will have to find a way to thaw the ice around Cas' heart or risk letting his chance at happiness slip through his fingers.

Learning Curve by mtothedestiel (Explicit, 37k words)

Dean is a pre-school teacher and Castiel Novak is his new student's intriguing guardian. They both know the sacrifices that come with caring for others, but, over time, they learn what it means to want something for themselves.

Raising Kids, Finding Love - The Family Business by Mydestielbabies_67 (Explicit, 28k words)

Castiel Novak, an widowed omega, finds himself navigating the challenging role of being a single parent to his daughter, Claire. Struggling to balance parenting and life itself, Castiel's life takes an unexpected turn when his brother Gabriel encourages him to enroll his daughter in childcare. Reluctantly, Castiel agrees, not realizing that this decision would lead him down the path of friendship, love and self-discovery.

Start of Something Good by tricia_16 (Explicit, 184k words)

Dean Winchester is introduced to his new neighbor, Castiel, and his daughter, Claire, in an unexpected way. When an unlikely connection forms between Dean and Claire it also helps to push Castiel and Dean closer together. But Castiel has been hurt badly in the past and it's up to Dean to prove to Castiel that he can be trusted with both his daughter and his heart, even when outside sources try to make Castiel believe differently…

With Interest by everandanon (Explicit, 296k words)

Eighteen, bored, and not quite able to turn down the money, Cas agrees to an ill-advised bet, and Dean's heart isn't the only one that gets broken. Eleven years later, grieving his twin brother and struggling to take care of his niece, Cas finally returns home — only to meet Dean again and discover that the boy he left behind has grown up a lot. And now, Dean seems to have every intention of getting him back — with interest.

Not Cas' kids, but still includes Dean being an adorable teacher around children.

Duck Duck Boots by almaasi (Explicit, 92k words)

Castiel doesn’t do one-night stands. Once he hit forty, he figured his time was up, his life had pretty much come to a halt, and there was nobody out there for him. He lives in a cute little village, riding his bicycle between his vet clinic and his cottage; that’s his world, and he’s given up on expanding it. But in one last, desperate attempt to find someone, he contacts Rowena, the local witch, and asks her to summon his soulmate. Rowena brings a storm. The storm washes up a trio of ducklings, huddled for shelter inside the rainboots of the new-to-town kindergarten teacher (and retired motorcycle daredevil), Dean Winchester. Ducklings in hand, Dean seeks out Castiel’s veterinary expertise. Somehow, in a flustered, spontaneous burst of attraction, they spend the night together. And just like that, Castiel’s life starts again. With every passing week they become better friends, sharing deeper intimacies, caring for their duck babies as well as each other. But staying together requires taking risks which neither of them planned for. Dean’s risk puts him in extreme physical jeopardy. And Cas? He has to overcome fifteen years of emotional hurt, just to follow where Dean leads.

Standing Where the Lightning Strikes by Casloveshisfreckles

When Sam gets his life together and fucks off to live in a hippy-dippy self-sustainable commune in Costa Rica, Dean never considers following suit. That life isn’t for him. But after years of being away from his brother and withering his own life away at his monotonous, soul-sucking job, Dean finds himself caving to Sammy’s pleas, accepting a job offer he can’t refuse, and boarding a plane to the exotic island. It’s nothing like Dean could have ever imagined, full of vibrant life and color, foods he’s never heard of, and animals he’s never seen. It’s a tropical paradise… a paradise that becomes a hell of a lot more interesting when a dark haired, blue-eyed commune native catches his eye. After a rather upsetting first meeting with the grumpy stranger, Dean must continue to navigate life on the island, his new career as the school’s music teacher, and the ultimate feat of dislodging his foot from his very big mouth. With a community of characters as familiar as his brother and as wild as a capuchin monkey with a flair for mischief, Dean will discover that maybe it wasn’t just Sam’s life that needed a reboot. Still, the question remains; will Dean be able to win over Casa Nova’s most reclusive resident?

[oggirlboss]

༺ ♰ ༻ hopeless ༺ ♰ ༻

levi ackerman masterlist

summary: you and levi share professor snape's potions class, but that's not enough for levi. he needs more. and he's willing to go as far as it takes.

pairing[s]: yandere! slytherin!levi ackerman x afab! ravenclaw! reader and hanji zöe x being a phenomenal human being that deserves the entire world

warning[s]: stalking and obsession

word count: 0.9k

potions class was a special hell for levi ackerman. the ravenclaw and slytherin fifth years had the class together, which led to a fierce competition for top student. this, of course, is where he met you.

pretty, little miss perfect. [y/n] [l/n]. god was he obsessed.

any focus on the course material flew out the window. why learn how bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses? why learn how to bottle fame, brew glory, or put a stopper in death when perfection was just within his grasp?

"mr. ackerman~" professor snape stopped his lecture. "do pay attention, otherwise i will send you out of this classroom. you wouldn't like that; would you?" levi would really like to stay and watch you, but on second thought, your seat was right next to the door. maybe if he left he could discretely run his fingers through your hair before he was forced away from you. "mr. ackerman?"

"yes, sir?" levi turned away from you to stare at the chalkboard snape was writing on. snape stepped forward and slammed the piece of chalk onto levi's desk. his scowl deepened as he leaned closer and said something that struck a cord inside levi.

"you're hopeless." snape didn't know how right he was.

you're only a fourth year, but your talents in professor snape's class were unrivaled. the greasy bastard even went as far as securing you a seat in the class above your year to challenge you. it should have been too easy for levi to sweet talk his way into your heart, but that preverted half-blood professor had to assign seats. levi wanted to kill himself as soon as hanji zoë plopped their ass in the seat next to his. could this year be any worse?

"leviii-" hanji gripped onto the sleeve of his robe and shook him, lost in their excitement. god knows what it was about this time.

"shut it, shitty glasses." levi spat out as he turned away from them.

"awwwww!!!" they screamed, drawing the attention of all their classmates. "is little baby levi pouting?" the people closest began to let little giggles slip through the quiet atmosphere, hanji's antics never failing to break the ice that came with having first period potions. levi however, wasn't pleased in the slightest, but one look at you made him forget his anger.

his obsession started out small. little handwritten notes slipped into your textbooks and love letters dropped into your favorite cauldron in potions class. you read them all of course, and looked them over when you felt insecure. you rolled up the notes and placed them in a pink tinted jar beneath your bed, while the letters were wrapped in twine and hidden under your pillow. it was an awfully sweet gesture, keeping them was the least you could do.

but imagine levi's delight when he discovers this?! oh he's so happy his little princess did this. it will only make him want to spoil you more.

he memorized the entire layout of ravenclaw tower for you. astute rowena definitely didn't plan for a certain slytherin to be capable of answering every riddle thrown at him by that eagle shaped knocker embedded in the door. he's snuck into your room during the late hours of the night, either watching you sleep or writing down everything he sees and touching everything he could. He pays special attention to you from 3 am to 4 am because he knows that's the time your body is weakest and most likely to just give up and let you die. and you can't die. not on his watch.

he's always out of sight before the sun comes up, and ready to write the next letter.

but today was different. the air was more crisp. life was being lived more today than any other day. and he was going to speak to you.

"oi, brat." he called across the room at you.

you. you. you. it's all you.

"yes?" you looked up from the book in your lap, his steel grey eyes focused on your pretty, [e/c] eyes.

how cute! you're so polite to him. levi reaches into the pocket of his robe and nearly sighed at the coarse feeling of your diary in his hands. he'd taken it from you so long ago, that he could barely part with the black, leather bound parchment. he's read it over four or five times, enough to have all your little secrets memorized. "found this under a willow tree in the courtyard. thought you'd be missing it."

a lie.

he'd stolen it from your bag while you weren't watching. the cute way your cheeks heated was enough satisfaction to last him a lifetime.

but he's so selfish.

and he's going to drown himself in you.