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GUYS OML IM SO SO SO SORRY FOR THE RADIO SILENCE 😭😭

ive had the WORST mf fever for the past week. like i was at 100 fahrenheit for like 3 days :/

feeling better now tho, istg ill have something posted this week !!!! js stay tuned guyssss

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NEVILLE SUPREMACY!!!! also tysm for the reblog im so happy u liked it 🥹💕

Snake Eyes & Soft Kisses

tags : crackfic(?), pining, flirting, friends to lovers, slytherin!reader x neville longbottom, no beta reader

warning : underage drinking and kinda explicit but not smut

a/n : idk what came over me but i was listening to trashy 2000’s recession party music and this just came to me… ik its so cringe and overdone u guys im sorry 😔 it was smmm fun to write tho !!

Sneaking Neville into a Slytherin party was definitely against at least six different school rules. But you lived for bad decisions. Sides, the poor boy had to get out of the Gryffindor dorms once in a while.

"You'll be fine, Neville," you whispered, tugging him by the sleeve through the portrait's entrance. "Just act like you're supposed to be here."

"I'm clearly not supposed to be here!" he whisper-yelled, his eyes wide.

"You're dating me," you replied with a playful shrug. "That gives you, like, total diplomatic immunity or something."

"W-Were dating!?" he sputtered as he turned violently red.

You tossed a wink over your shoulder. "As far as they know," you teased.

Before Neville could even respond, you tugged firmly on his sleeve once more and led him into the Slytherin common room. The place was bustling with people, a lively chaos filling the space. Silver and green banners adorned the walls, draped haphazardly, their colors shimmering in the flickering green light. Enchanted cups hovered lazily above the crowd, bobbing gently. and someone was blaring The Weird sisters at an ungodly volume.

You tugged Neville towards the drinks table, completely ignoring the suspicious stares and whispers.

"Chill out, Nev. If anyone asks, just say you're with me. Now come on, have some fun!" you said with a grin, offering him a Butterbeer. He accepted the bottle obediently, despite the skeptical look he gave you.

Ten minutes later,

Everything was going great, better than he could have predicted, really. Neville grinned with nervous delight, a Butterbeer in his hand as he watched you from across the crowded common room. You were completely in your element, Even from a distance, he could see the infectious energy you channeled, the way you spun and twirled to the music, like no one else was around. It was a truly great moment. He almost relaxed.

Until Malfoy, teetering precariously on a table, his face flushed and eyes glazed, shouted over the music:

"Seven minutes in heaven!"

A few groans rippled through the room, others hollered and screamed in excitement. You looked across the room at Neville and saw him physically pale. He looked like he was ready to dive behind the nearest couch and hide there for the rest of night, you weren't having any of it. You crossed over and grabbed him by the hand and dragged him to the center of the room.

Someone shoved a hat into the center of the circle, names were being scrawled down and tossed into the hat at lightning speed. You gave Neville your best innocent smile after putting a paper in,

"You put my name in there, didn't you?" he groaned

"Obviously." you giggled as he sighed and began to flush.

Neville was praying to Merlin that his name wouldn't be pulled, unfortunately, Slytherins are evil, the universe hates him, and no amount of prayer could ever save Neville.

"Longbottom and (Y/L/N)!" Pansy bellowed, grinning from ear to ear.

Neville froze.

You beamed.

Pansy shoved the two of you towards the closet, Neville stumbled inside, knocking over a broom. And you slammed the door behind you.

It was dark.

Very dark.

And very, very close.

He could practically feel you smirking.

"Congratulations, Neville." You said cheerfully, "You're officially corrupt."

Nevilled swallowed. Loudly. "W-we could just um. Talk? Play a game? N-not kiss?"

You laughed, low and teasing

"Sweetheart, you realize the whole point of this game is to kiss, right?"

Neville squeaked.

You stepped closer, and he swore he could feel the heat emanating from you in the tiny closet.

"N-not that I don't want to kiss you!" Neville blurted out, his voice cracking adorably. "I mean- You're perfect, y-you're gorgeous, but in a terrifying way. And you're really hot, and oh Merlin, I can't believe I just said that-"

You blinked, pleasantly surprised.

"...Neville Longbottom," you said, delighted, "Are you trying to flirt with me?" A silence hovered between you two as he shuffled a bit, then whispered shyly:

“…Maybe."

You grinned so wide it almost hurt. Before he could spiral into a nervous wreck, you playfully tugged him down by his tie and kissed him.

It was perfect. He bumped his nose against yours, you accidentally stepped on his foot, but regardless, It was perfect. Sweet and eager and so very Neville.

A quiet and needy moan caught in the back of his throat when you tangled your fingers into his hair. His hand grabbed onto your hips as your lips hungrily moved against his. When the two of you finally decided to pull apart for air, Neville pulled back and looked at you as if you were a goddess. Dazed and stunned and ridiculously kiss-drunk.

"...Wow.” he whispered faintly, You laughed and kissed the tip of his nose, just to watch him helplessly melt and smile. His eyes grew soft and vulnerable as the moment stretched between you. “D-does this mean we’re—”

He was cut off by the sound of the closet door bursting open.

"Okay lovebirds, times up! OUT!" Pansy screamed as she yanked you two out and pushed another pair into the closet.

You stumbled out of the cramped closet, your fingers still clutching tightly onto Neville's sleeve as you squinted against the green glow illuminating the common room. Neville wobbled, his feet stumbling over each other as he tried to keep you upright, his hand instinctively finding a firm grip on your right hip to steady you both.

The room erupted into a cacophony of cheers and wolf whistles, echoing off the stone walls.

Blaise, lounging with an air of smugness, casually tossed a shiny galleon towards Daphne. She caught it effortlessly, her lips curling into a triumphant smirk. "Told you they'd snog before the three-minute mark," she commented.

Neville looked like he wanted nothing more than to sink through the floor. His ears were an unnatural shade of red as he ducked his head, mumbling something unintelligible. You, however, just laughed and placed his hand firmly in yours.

"You lot are just jealous!" you hollered back, not missing a beat. You yanked Neville close and wrapped your arms around his. "I bagged the best one."

That only made the Slytherins howl and yell louder. The moment passed though as Blaise and Daphne immediately went back to betting, this time it was on whether or not Mattheo and Theodore would claw each other to death or not. Someone shoved two Butterbeers into your hands, the music picked back up, and the Slytherin common room dissolved back into the buzzing chaos that only happened at the best kinds of parties.

"And to answer your question from earlier," you began softly, leaning closer to whisper in Neville's ear, "You're mine now, Longbottom."

As you pulled back, Neville's eyes sparkled with a warmth that made your heart flutter. He gave you a lopsided grin, the kind that spoke volumes of his affections for you.

"Wasn't I always?"

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Snake Eyes & Soft Kisses

tags : crackfic(?), pining, flirting, friends to lovers, slytherin!reader x neville longbottom, no beta reader

warning : underage drinking and kinda explicit but not smut

a/n : idk what came over me but i was listening to trashy 2000’s recession party music and this just came to me… ik its so cringe and overdone u guys im sorry 😔 it was smmm fun to write tho !!

Sneaking Neville into a Slytherin party was definitely against at least six different school rules. But you lived for bad decisions. Sides, the poor boy had to get out of the Gryffindor dorms once in a while.

"You'll be fine, Neville," you whispered, tugging him by the sleeve through the portrait's entrance. "Just act like you're supposed to be here."

"I'm clearly not supposed to be here!" he whisper-yelled, his eyes wide.

"You're dating me," you replied with a playful shrug. "That gives you, like, total diplomatic immunity or something."

"W-Were dating!?" he sputtered as he turned violently red.

You tossed a wink over your shoulder. "As far as they know," you teased.

Before Neville could even respond, you tugged firmly on his sleeve once more and led him into the Slytherin common room. The place was bustling with people, a lively chaos filling the space. Silver and green banners adorned the walls, draped haphazardly, their colors shimmering in the flickering green light. Enchanted cups hovered lazily above the crowd, bobbing gently. and someone was blaring The Weird sisters at an ungodly volume.

You tugged Neville towards the drinks table, completely ignoring the suspicious stares and whispers.

"Chill out, Nev. If anyone asks, just say you're with me. Now come on, have some fun!" you said with a grin, offering him a Butterbeer. He accepted the bottle obediently, despite the skeptical look he gave you.

Ten minutes later,

Everything was going great, better than he could have predicted, really. Neville grinned with nervous delight, a Butterbeer in his hand as he watched you from across the crowded common room. You were completely in your element, Even from a distance, he could see the infectious energy you channeled, the way you spun and twirled to the music, like no one else was around. It was a truly great moment. He almost relaxed.

Until Malfoy, teetering precariously on a table, his face flushed and eyes glazed, shouted over the music:

"Seven minutes in heaven!"

A few groans rippled through the room, others hollered and screamed in excitement. You looked across the room at Neville and saw him physically pale. He looked like he was ready to dive behind the nearest couch and hide there for the rest of night, you weren't having any of it. You crossed over and grabbed him by the hand and dragged him to the center of the room.

Someone shoved a hat into the center of the circle, names were being scrawled down and tossed into the hat at lightning speed. You gave Neville your best innocent smile after putting a paper in,

"You put my name in there, didn't you?" he groaned

"Obviously." you giggled as he sighed and began to flush.

Neville was praying to Merlin that his name wouldn't be pulled, unfortunately, Slytherins are evil, the universe hates him, and no amount of prayer could ever save Neville.

"Longbottom and (Y/L/N)!" Pansy bellowed, grinning from ear to ear.

Neville froze.

You beamed.

Pansy shoved the two of you towards the closet, Neville stumbled inside, knocking over a broom. And you slammed the door behind you.

It was dark.

Very dark.

And very, very close.

He could practically feel you smirking.

"Congratulations, Neville." You said cheerfully, "You're officially corrupt."

Nevilled swallowed. Loudly. "W-we could just um. Talk? Play a game? N-not kiss?"

You laughed, low and teasing

"Sweetheart, you realize the whole point of this game is to kiss, right?"

Neville squeaked.

You stepped closer, and he swore he could feel the heat emanating from you in the tiny closet.

"N-not that I don't want to kiss you!" Neville blurted out, his voice cracking adorably. "I mean- You're perfect, y-you're gorgeous, but in a terrifying way. And you're really hot, and oh Merlin, I can't believe I just said that-"

You blinked, pleasantly surprised.

"...Neville Longbottom," you said, delighted, "Are you trying to flirt with me?" A silence hovered between you two as he shuffled a bit, then whispered shyly:

“…Maybe."

You grinned so wide it almost hurt. Before he could spiral into a nervous wreck, you playfully tugged him down by his tie and kissed him.

It was perfect. He bumped his nose against yours, you accidentally stepped on his foot, but regardless, It was perfect. Sweet and eager and so very Neville.

A quiet and needy moan caught in the back of his throat when you tangled your fingers into his hair. His hand grabbed onto your hips as your lips hungrily moved against his. When the two of you finally decided to pull apart for air, Neville pulled back and looked at you as if you were a goddess. Dazed and stunned and ridiculously kiss-drunk.

"...Wow.” he whispered faintly, You laughed and kissed the tip of his nose, just to watch him helplessly melt and smile. His eyes grew soft and vulnerable as the moment stretched between you. “D-does this mean we’re—”

He was cut off by the sound of the closet door bursting open.

"Okay lovebirds, times up! OUT!" Pansy screamed as she yanked you two out and pushed another pair into the closet.

You stumbled out of the cramped closet, your fingers still clutching tightly onto Neville's sleeve as you squinted against the green glow illuminating the common room. Neville wobbled, his feet stumbling over each other as he tried to keep you upright, his hand instinctively finding a firm grip on your right hip to steady you both.

The room erupted into a cacophony of cheers and wolf whistles, echoing off the stone walls.

Blaise, lounging with an air of smugness, casually tossed a shiny galleon towards Daphne. She caught it effortlessly, her lips curling into a triumphant smirk. "Told you they'd snog before the three-minute mark," she commented.

Neville looked like he wanted nothing more than to sink through the floor. His ears were an unnatural shade of red as he ducked his head, mumbling something unintelligible. You, however, just laughed and placed his hand firmly in yours.

"You lot are just jealous!" you hollered back, not missing a beat. You yanked Neville close and wrapped your arms around his. "I bagged the best one."

That only made the Slytherins howl and yell louder. The moment passed though as Blaise and Daphne immediately went back to betting, this time it was on whether or not Mattheo and Theodore would claw each other to death or not. Someone shoved two Butterbeers into your hands, the music picked back up, and the Slytherin common room dissolved back into the buzzing chaos that only happened at the best kinds of parties.

"And to answer your question from earlier," you began softly, leaning closer to whisper in Neville's ear, "You're mine now, Longbottom."

As you pulled back, Neville's eyes sparkled with a warmth that made your heart flutter. He gave you a lopsided grin, the kind that spoke volumes of his affections for you.

"Wasn't I always?"

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i know i should actually write for other characters but writing abt my precious and underrated boy is js sm fun 😞😞 already in the process of another oneshot

totally not biased whatttttt

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Neville Longbottom x Slytherin!Reader Headcanons (Friends to lovers)

tags : fluff, friends to lovers, pining, confessions, no beta reader

a/n : i’m really sorry if theres any weird formatting or discrepancies !! i wrote this on my phone at 4 in the morning with no beta reader and started getting carried away and wrote a oneshot at the end…. woops lol :P also why is neville so criminally slept on in the hp fandom ?? :c im pretty sure ive already read all of his x reader fics available online.. anywho, enjoy !!

• The whole castle was rather shocked when they first saw the two of you walking about the castle's hallways. Your own Slytherin friends questioned you relentlessly as to why on earth you were hanging out with Longbottom of all people??

• To others, you come across as quite intimidating-a young woman with a sharp tongue and ambition, unafraid to engage in a confrontation when necessary. Yet, the moment you're with Neville, you seem like a completely different person.

• It doesn't go unnoticed how you're always craning up to look up at him with that lopsided, goofy smile plastered on your face, the way you always find some excuse to get an invisible piece of fuzz out of his hair so you have a reason to touch him, the way you always ask him for tutoring for Herbology despite being one of the brighter students in the course.

• You guys have become each other's personal protectors. The moment anyone dares to speak poorly of Neville, you're already striding around the corner with purpose.

• "Care to repeat that?" you challenge, your voice steady and dark, sending the terrified third-years scurrying away in a panic.

• You know Neville would do the same for you without hesitation, The instant someone utters a word against you or your house, Neville is right there, swift to silence the rumors and passionately defend his best friend. His loyalty is unwavering, and his determination to stand by you is fierce.

• After a few months, pretty much everyone in the castle knows you two are a thing, except you and Neville. Snape and McGonagall have secretly been placing bets at this point.

• It finally reaches its tipping point one night when you're having a sleepover with Neville in his dorm, the two of you were sitting on opposite sides of his bed, just talking and laughing like you always did. A comfortable silence fell over the two of you while you both grinned like idiots. Your smile suddenly drops though, as you shift around nervously on your side of the bed.

"Neville.. could I um... Ask you about something?"

"Of course Y/N, what's on your mind?" he inquired softly, tilting his head ever so slightly as he smiled dorkily, your heart skipped a beat. You began to fidget with the hem of your jumper as you nervously looked down.

"I just... I can't keep acting like... Like" you paused, your voice catching in your throat. You felt the weight of your unspoken words pressing down on you, a storm of emotions swirling within. With a sudden resolve, you snapped your head back up, locking eyes with Neville, your heart pounding in your chest.

"...Like I'm not in love with you, Neville."

Neville stared at you for a moment, his eyes wide with surprise as his cheeks turned a bright scarlet and he closed and opened his jaw repeatedly

"W-What!?" he finally managed to sputter out.

You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling the overwhelming urge to disappear. "I'm sorry, I just-I couldn't hold it in any longer," you stammered, your voice quivering just above a whisper. "I understand if you don't feel the same, but I had to let you know, Neville... I'm really sorry."

When you dared to peek back up at him, Neville was still frozen, his mouth slightly agape. For a split second, you thought you'd ruined everything. This was the end of yours and Nevilles friendship. He might be friends with a Slytherin but sweet, precious, kind Neville would never date one.

But then, slowly, he moved closer, His face just a few inches from yours.

"You... love me?" he repeated, his voice softer now, as if he were testing the words on his tongue. You nodded, unable to speak, the nerves tying your voice into knots.

His calloused hands, roughened by years of work in the greenhouse, gently enveloped your softer ones, and he began to trace soothing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb. His eyes met yours, a gentle warmth radiating from their depths, and a soft smile spread across his lips.

"I-I love you too, Y/N," he confessed, his voice trembling with sincerity, "I have for ages."

The two of you locked eyes, a comfortable silence settling between you. Neville's cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink, and his voice trembled slightly as he finally broke the quiet.

"M-May I kiss you? Please?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Of course you can, Nev," you replied. He leaned in, his eyes searching yours for reassurance, and pressed his lips softly against yours, as if you were made of fragile glass. His touch was tentative, like he feared he might shatter you with a single misstep. You lifted a hand, feeling the softness of his hair between your fingers, and gently threaded your fingers through the strands, pulling him closer as you deepened the kiss, your heart beating in synchrony with his.

You both eventually break apart to catch your breath, faces flushed with color Neville smiles at you and says, "l, uh... don't think I got it quite right the first time.

Should we give it another shot?" he asked sheepishly

“Well… practice does make perfect,” you reply, wrapping your arms around his neck, ready for more kisses.

This was the best sleepover ever.

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about me : hiiii !!!! :) my name is iman, my pronouns are she/they, i’m an entp-t and a slytherin :P

this is my first ever fanfic blog, so i’m really excited (and nervous loll) so if you ever have constructive criticism, please feel free to share it, i’d real appreciate it <33

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what i write : i’m writing for the harry potter fandom !! i love writing fluffy x reader drabbles and headcanons, but i’m happy to take requests for nearly anything as long as you’re respectful !!!

what i will NOT write : large age gap/pedophilia, non-con/rape, character death, and any content that perpetuates harmful stereotypes and discrimination (homophobia, racism, etc.)

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