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Here are some of my favorite KC fic recs for @klarolineauseason​ Week 2: All Human:

Fever Pitch by xxredwineandambiencexx

Wedding Days by these-dreams-go-on

Skewered by UppityBitch

The Secrets That We Keep by RunningInThePouringRain

In Their Blood by accidentalrambler

Colored You In by LaLainaJ

Fallen by klarolineepiclove

Count Me In by iceSTEP

Quality Control by Eliliyah

Don’t Remember Me by AddriannaDestiny

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ok so hear me out. 

what if

klaroline were (secret) lovers before the creation of vampires and caroline was a werewolf. after the originals were turned, klaus wanted caroline to live forever but after various attempts to turn other werewolves into vampires, he realises that it’s not possible. so he has a witch unknowingly “freeze” caroline and puts her in a coffin until he finds a way.

and the reason why klaus is so adamant on making hybrids is not for an army, or to feel accepted or whatever, but it’s so that he can find a way to make caroline immortal like him.

and after he figures it out, he wakes up caroline and turns her into a hybrid, and boy she is not happy to find out she had been asleep for a thousand years. 

happy ending of course, bc i’m a sucker for that. 

that’s it. that’s all i’ve got. 

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I've read many stories where Caroline turns up at Klaus's door — she's worried, unsure whether he still wants her, whether he's still waiting.

I want to read one where she goes to him, not a century later, maybe a decade? And she doesn't knock on his door, wait with baited breath fearful and apprehensive - but walks in like she owns the place (which she does) and reorganizes his closet because her clothes need more space.

And everyone is scared and worried that she's another one of his crazy exes but Klaus simply shrugs and asks her if he should knock the next room down to turn it into a walk-in closet because this one doesn't have enough space for her shoes. I would LOVE some bashing in there (Cami, Hayley, Aurora - any, all - I'm not picky).

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If you love Klaus&Caroline (TVD) and you want reblog or like,this is the link of my reblog couples :)

thank you!

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Early Access Creators - YOU CANNOT SIT THE FENCE THIS TIME. :|

Look, I love y'all. I know you don't want to participate in so-called "drama" because you think it's messy and shit. I get that, I do. But here's the deal. Cowbuild and her cronies are making the whole patreon method of dealing with the sims look bad, and that affects YOU guys too.

Because of these bad apples, there are some people questioning if patreon is safe. Especially because Anto is involved, and he USED TO BE EARLY ACCESS.

You guys need to join in on calling this out and saying "No. This is not okay. We do not accept it, and we do not want this to be part of our community." I and others have tried to explain that these bad apples don't spoil the whole bunch, but when y'all choose to be silent on the issue, you don't help your case. So now is the time to speak up. You don't have to make your own post even. Just REBLOGGING what's already been shared is enough.

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Lucius trying to seduce you would include :

(Woooo more prompts! Woooo Lucius 😏 Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

-Him having his eyes on you for quite sometime and noticing how you seem rather indifferent to him, only to make it his goal to get you to want him just as much

-Him always grooming and dressing himself more often whenever he knows you’ll somehow cross paths, hoping you’d notice the efforts he’d put in for you

-Him liking to approach you when you’re on your own and reminding you that it’s such a shame to see you all alone and that you should be accompanied, hinting at you that he’s more than willing to stay

-Him often looking towards you like you’re the only person in the room, trying to catch your attention and make you blush

-Him offering you countless of expensive and lavish gifts and even sending them to you when you both can’t meet up

-Him sitting quite close to you whenever the opportunity arises, only to slowly get the courage to put or run his hand over your knee, hoping you’ll understand what he wants

-Him often leaning down to whisper in your ear, brushing his lips against your skin, just to get you all hot and bothered

-Him loving to greet you with a kiss to your hand, only to let his lips and gaze linger, hinting at you what he could do to you if you were to be his

-Him enjoying to tease you with the way he’d look down your body and praise you for how good you look, hoping you’ll understand how badly he wants you

-Him liking to tuck your hair back and feeling your cheeks and neck slightly, as he sweet talks you into being his and tries to get you to want him just as much

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Professor Lupin x Reader: Welcome Feast [Smut]

Synopsis: You and Remus, who have been a couple since attending Hogwarts together, return to teach, Remus teaching DADA and you taking over Charms while Flitwick is absent. During Dumbledore’s droning welcome speech, Remus gets a little handsy under the table, which leads to things professors really shouldn’t be doing at school.

The candles floats above the great hall the same as they always had, as students file in and sit at their house tables. Memories fill you with pleasant nostalgia of your own days here at school.

Dumbledore stands at the front, opened with the beginning of his speech, then the chatter finally began to die down. 

“Welcome… to another year at Hogwarts!” he smiles, and another murmur ran through the crowd. Your husband leans in to your ear.

“Here we go.”

You grin. “Mm, I thought we’d escaped these frightfully dull speeches.”  

“He’s gotten better, he’s more enthusiastic now.”

Dumbledore extends his arms. “First, allow me to introduce some new members of the teaching staff. It is my pleasure to welcome back one of Hogwarts’ own alumni, Professor Lupin, as your Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher from last year.“ Everyone cheers, and you look at Remus in surprise.

"You never let on they liked you that much.”

Remus blushes. Your husband is a humble man.

Dumbledore goes on. “–And with him this year comes the lovely Mrs. Lupin, also an alumni of this school, who will go by her maiden name to avoid confusion. I give you Mrs. (y/l/n), your temporary Charms professor while Professor Flitwick takes a much needed holiday." 

At their table, Ron turns to Harry. "Professor Lupin’s married?!” he whispers. 

“Apparently,” Harry replies, equally as surprised, and Hermione shushes them. 

“I think they make a smart looking couple." 

"You’re such a sap,” Ron mutters, and Hermione huffs at him as you and Remus share a kiss at the table, waving to everyone as Dumbledore gives an approving smile and nod. 

“Yuck,” Harry and Ron grumble, and Hermione rolls her eyes. Up at the table as everyone claps, Remus leans into your ear again. 

“I told you they would love you.“ 

"They’re obligated to clap,” you smile, “They’ll be reprimanded if they don’t.”

“Ah, but who couldn’t love you? Just from the sight of your brilliant smile,” Remus presses a kiss to your cheek. “I remember when I first saw you. First year, across the classroom. You were a popular (y/house)… I, at the time, was quite a shy little Gryffindor if you remember, unlike my boisterous friends.” 

“How could I forget?” you smile.

“For the longest time, I always believed you agreed to go on that date with me simply out of sympathy." 

You blush, smirking. "Perhaps I did. But you were a handsome boy, and you offered me chocolate. A girl doesn’t simply turn down chocolate." 

"No? Not even for Lockhart, constantly vying for your affection?" 

You both turn to see the pompous Ravenclaw. He had been newly assigned to the position of Ancient Runes professor this year after regaining his memories over the holidays. He is currently blowing kisses your way, only to get distracted by his own reflection in his spoon. You and Remus look at one another, and shudder. 

"Now, if it was your friend Sirius asking, darling…” you go on, and you both laugh. 

“Oh Sirius, yes,” Remus chuckles, “You’d have to be mad to turn him down for me." You place your hand over his under the table. "Are you glad, then, that you agreed to see me?” Remus continues, bringing your hand up to kiss your knuckles.

“I haven’t regretted it once since our wedding day,” you smile earnestly. 

“Or night,“ he grins that rare boyish smile you love to see peek through his gentlemanly demeanor, "As I recall, you were moaning more than I do after a full moon.” He leans down from your ear to press a kiss to your earlobe. 

“You’re awfully handsy tonight,” you comment. He responds by nibbling your lobe. “Oh, do stop it, love… we’ll have plenty of time later for all that." 

"Problem is,” Remus sighs, leaning back and taking a sip of his drink, “Later is a little too far away for my taste." 

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Professor Lupin x Reader: Chance Meeting [Smut]

Synopsis: You miss the excursion to Hogsmeade with your fellow seventh years, but end up passing the time with your favourite professor instead. 

You stand on the bridge overlooking the river by Hogwarts, wishing you were down enjoying Hogsmeade with everyone else. You’d always wanted to visit the little town, but even in your seventh year now, you hadn’t had the chance.

“Miss the pilgrimage?” a teasing voice asks behind you, and you turn. Professor Lupin… your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, who was more handsome than half of the boys in your year. You brush your hair aside over your robes, snuggling deeper into your scarf.

“Professor.” He nods. “No, I’m afraid I couldn’t go. Nobody to sign for me.”

“Really,” Remus remarks, coming to stand next to you. His eyes flicker over you, and he sighs. “No… guardians?”

“Well– it’s complicated. It wasn’t that I couldn’t get it signed, it was that my guardians wouldn’t sign. Messy ordeal that was, trying to explain what it was for.”

“Your parents must know you’re a witch, surely,” Remus says slowly.

“Oh, they know, yes. My situation at home is complicated.” You wave a hand. “Anyway, it’s fine. I’ll find time to go to Hogsmeade at some point… maybe when the year is over.”

“That’s right. You’re in your seventh year, am I correct?”

“Yes,” you murmur, and turn to him. “I wish I could have had more time for classes with you, Professor Lupin. The truth is, I…” you look down. “I’ve developed something of an admiration for you.”

“Yes, I’ve caught you staring once or twice,” Remus smiles kindly, patting your hand, “But it happens to the best of us, my dear. I had a teacher I greatly idolized when I was in school here.”

“Were they… smart?”

“Oh, very.”

“Attractive?” you venture, hiking up your skirt a little. Remus looks down, and blinks, lips parting.

“I… fear I forgot something back in the castle, I’ve must–”

“Professor,” you let your skirt fall, taking his wrist, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make things uncomfortable for you.”

He looks down at your leg again, swallowing. “I know.” He settles back into his leaning position. He rubs a hand through his messy hair, and sighs. “Feelings are terribly untidy things, aren’t they?”

“They are,” you agree, “You see, my admiration for you goes beyond respect for your teaching. I see you up there, sir, and all I can think about is you…” You look up at him, doe eyes blinking. He hasn’t stopped you yet, but you don’t know if you should continue. You’d already apologized…

Oh, but he was so close to you right now, mere inches, and self control was not an option anymore.

“…You, having your way with me.” His shocked expression gives you more confidence to finish your confession. “When you saw me staring at you, could you see my wand under my desk, rubbing just barely up my skirt as I thought of you?”

“I think it would be best if I left you now,” Remus repeats gently, turning and beginning to walk away, but you put a hand on his shoulder. At the contact, he turns back, and you look down.

“Sir… stay with me. Please. I can’t help it– it’s all I think about.”

You look so desperate, and his face softens. Looking down at you, he places both hands on your shoulders.

“You will always find you are welcome in my classroom, Miss (y/l/n). You must know that.”

You look up into his amber eyes, and press your lips to his. His eyes close, and he takes your face in his hands, moaning slightly. You moan as well, feeling him sweep his tongue into your mouth. You smile through the kiss. You’re snogging a teacher… and he’s loving it.

Soon, he breaks off, and breathes out. “This is… not alright, this is incredibly inappropriate, I shouldn’t have done that.”

“It was perfectly fine,” you say, “I’m an adult.”

“But you’re still my student. I can’t have relations with a student, it would not be fair to you. Oh, what possessed me to do such a thing? Take advantage of you like that…”

“You’re not,” you affirm, taking both of his hands, “Professor Lupin. I need you.” He looks at your for a second, then he shakes his head.

“You do not need me,” he tells you softly, “I am twice your age, and you will regret it if we do what you are suggesting.”

“Sir,” you moan, reaching to tug your scarf off. His eyes fall down to your cleavage, and suddenly, he’s tongue tied. “Please.”

The repetition of the word snaps something inside of him, and he finally resigns himself to picking you up, holding you against the beam of the bridge. Pressing your lips together again, you smile as Remus reaches up your skirt, brushing your panties aside to feel how wet you are for him.

He quickly undoes his trousers, and you part your legs for him even more, your cunt already throbbing for him. You nearly moan as you see how big he is, and scoot your hips further forward, wrapping your legs around him. He holds you against the beam as he checks both ways to make sure no one is coming or can see. Then you put your arm around his neck and draw him down to your lips, capturing his and giving him the longest, sweetest kiss you’d ever given anyone. He pulls away breathless, and you blink up innocently.

“Sir… please fuck me.”

He lets out a breath, and thrusts his hips forward, unable to resist your pheromones. His belt jangles as he thrusts in again, your mouth dropping as he stretches you perfectly.

“Professor!” you moan, rocking your hips down as he begins to move faster.

“I’m… afraid I’m close,” he announces, almost in embarrassment, and you smile, holding onto him as you rock harder down, squeezing your pussy around his big, hard cock.

“You’re so handsome, sir,” you whisper, tilting your head back in a loud groan.

“You’re gorgeous, my dear,” he mutters, holding your neck so that you don’t fall back, and suddenly, Remus thrusts perfectly, catching your g-spot and sending your orgasm burning through you.

“Ahhh, Professor Lupin!” you cry out, arching your back, and he curses, stalling as he cums inside of your clenching pussy.

When both of you have finished, Professor Lupin pulls out, and takes out a handkerchief, blushing.

“Sorry for the mess…” he says, attempting to clean your thighs, and you bite your lip.

“If you keep your hands there, I might just need another fuck.”

He quickly looks at you, unable to stop blushing. “I… don’t quite know what to do about this,” he admits.

“A change of trousers may be–”

“You know what I mean, Miss (y/l/n),” he sighs, “You see… this violates every one of the rules in my code of ethics, when it comes to teaching. I’ve taken advantage of you in a moment of quiet reflection, and–”

“Remus,” you cut in, “There’s nothing you’ve done that I didn’t want.”

He hugs his cloak tighter to him, keeping the chill out. “Truly?” You nod, and smile as he takes your hand. “Then let’s be on our way back to the castle now, my dear, where it’s warm. Perhaps I can have the kitchen elves whip you up some butterbeer, to make up for what you would have had in town. They know my name in the Hogwarts kitchens, oh, very well from when I attended school here.”

You follow him with a smile. This was better than an excursion to Hogsmeade.

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Remus Lupin x Reader: Never Let Me Go [Smut]

Synopsis: You comfort Remus during a particularly hard night before the full moon. Set about two months after being hired by Hogwarts with Remus to teach Charms in Flitwick’s absence.

The moon is a sliver away from being full. Severus had to take over your husband’s class today, as Remus had been too unwell to get out of bed. Back in school, he had always tried his hardest to attend classes the days before and after his change, but as he grew older, he realized that this was simply not realistic, as it would only belabour his healing process. 

You had already discussed the cycle and the designated procedures with Snape, the only other person at Hogwarts who could do anything to help. He was reluctant to be the substitute, but eventually gave in for your sake. He claimed that Remus had better be grateful for him covering up and explaining to all the concerned students why Professor Lupin needed a cane once every month. You assured him you were both very grateful, and he left it alone.

You stare up at the moon, hearing the howl of a wolf far off in the Dark Forest. Even after all these years, you still wondered how Remus felt when he heard that sound. Drawing you out of your thoughts, you feel your husband shift in bed, and notice his restlessness. The proximity to the full moon means he’s currently a mess– even more so, arguably, than afterward.

“(y/n)…” he whispers, and turns his head. You realize his face is covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and your heart aches.

The moon cycle is complicated for your husband, but you’ve had a long time to get used to it, and now, you recognize the signs. The week leading up to a full one, Remus is in a very hard stage, where he feels both stimulated and as if every bone in his body is crushing together.

“I’m here,” you whisper back, careful not to speak too loudly. His hand finds yours, and he takes a gasp of air as his eyes flutter shut. You wish you could do something… but you can only stay with him, and comfort him when he needs you.

“I could certainly use some chocolate right now,” he tries to joke, but winces. You chuckle a little.

“I’m afraid your teeth would practically snap if you tried to consume anything tougher than lemon sherbets right now, love.”

He laughs, and presses his head against your shoulder. “Mm, even chewing sugar like that would be painful.“ He shifts again. "Ah… I’m…” he tries to say, face pained and teeth biting hard on his bottom lip. You understand.

“Do you need help with it, Remus?”

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Professor Lupin x Reader: Caught [Smut]

Remus has your hands pinned above your head, covering you with his body as he thrusts into you. You struggle against the hold, but to your delight, you can’t get anywhere, his strength unparalleled by your smaller body.

“Professor… mmm, yes!”

“Ahh, that’s brilliant darling, so good for me, that’s just wonderful, yes…” The bed creaks underneath the two of you, Remus’ hard, fast thrusts making the rickety old thing groan and protest.

“Remus!”

You gasp out his name as you come, clutching onto his back. Your name falls from his lips as well, the DADA prof pressing soft kisses to your chest and neck as you come down and he chases his climax.

You hear a soft knocking at the door to his private chambers. Lupin is about to call out to whoever it was to wait, but his sudden orgasm renders him speechless, garnering another knock.

“C-coming…” he eventually wheezes out, hips stuttering as his cum leaks out of you, and you giggle, leaning up to bite his ear.

“Think you just did, love.”

He chuckles, going in for another kiss, but his name is called.

“Professor Lupin? Are you in there?”

It’s Professor McGonagall. 

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Floating Candles - Professor Lupin x Reader [Fluff]

Synopsis: You’re alone in the Great Hall before the holidays. Your crush joins you, just as lonely and just as melancholy.

Notes: Merry early Christmas everyone. (My queue posted this waaaay too early) Hope it’s a great one ❤️💚

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You sit alone at the dining table in the Great Hall, listening to the charmed Christmas carols drifting from their magical sources as candles float above you like enchanted stars. It’s a beautiful setting, and while you’re not technically supposed to be in here outside of dining hours, you had sneaked in to enjoy the quiet ambience, free of any other well meaning, rowdy students excitedly preparing for the approaching holidays. It was times like these that made you miss home, and it hurt your heart even more knowing you couldn’t return to visit over the break this year. But Hogwarts was your home, more so than your real one now, and Christmas here on the castle grounds always put you in the spirit.

This morning, Professor Sprout had taught you all how to grow magical mistletoe (the dangerous kind, laced with Amorentia) and Harry and Ron had ended up kissing during a demonstration. That ended as you would expect– with a lot of chuckles, applause, and lip scrubbing. In potions, Snape had finally conceded to the students begging him to teach the bottomless hot butterbeer spell, which was really quite simple, at the end of the day.

Now full of butterbeer and with love on the mind, you sit.

Defense Against The Dark Arts today had been the only slightly somber class, the day before holidays. Professor Lupin didn’t seem right… he seemed almost melancholy, and it made you wonder why. You always thought a lot about the DADA professor; his hands, his scarred face, his little lip twitch, his passion, his playful mischeif. You had a bit of a crush on him. If only you could catch him staring at you as often as you stare at him. You use your wand to bring a couple of the snowflakes from above down lower, watching them fall in front of you and dissolve on your hand, turning to icy ash.

Suddenly, someone comes into the room, spotting you.

“(y/n)?”

You set your wand down, and look over to see Remus. He takes a seat beside you on the bench, facing away from the table.

“Shouldn’t you be… off running about with your house mates? Burying gifts and such, casting charms on one another’s Christmas trees? Or, if you’re the Weasley twins, widdling some poor wizard’s tree into a knockoff Nimbus 2000?”

You smile, ducking your head.

“I felt like being alone today, professor.”

He goes to get up. “Ah. I apologize if I’m intruding–”

You reach for his arm and take it, then realize the contact, blushing and letting go. “No. You’re lovely company.”

He chuckles, relaxing back into his seat. “You’re not obligated to say so just because I am a teacher. I can be a frightful bore sometimes. See, when I was a student, I would have given anything to tell Binns he bored me half to death.”

“No, no. I could never imagine you boring me,” you smile, “You’ve got the most wonderful stories I’ve ever heard anyone tell.”

It’s his turn to blush. “I thank you for stroking my ego, Miss (y/l/n).” He sighs contentedly, watching the candles above you float. “It is beautiful, is it not?”

“Very,” you nod, “I’ve never felt more at home.”

He stares at you as you look up, and bites his lip. “That’s exactly how I felt, when I was in school. Daresay, I still do.”

You move a little closer to him along the bench, and gaze down.

“Professor Lupin?” you ask softly.

He looks at you, his brown eyes gentle. “My dear?”

You place your hand over his. “Do you have anyone to go home to over Christmas?”

He takes your hand in his, and holds it.

“I don’t need anyone. I’ve learned that over many years of my life, you see.”

You bite your lip, look around, and slowly tilt your head up toward him. He looks a bit surprised, but doesn’t move away as you seal your lips to his, dragging your thumb across his palm. As you part, you keep only a few inches between the two of you, lips barely grazing.

“Everybody needs someone.”

He tilts your chin up, and kisses you again, eyes closing this time as he holds you to him for a moment. You two part, both utterly enamored.

The portrait of Godric Gryffindor down the way begins to applaud, and Rowena Ravenclaw behind you hushes him. Helga Hufflepuff is sniffling across from you and Salazar Slytherin is making a face. You blush, and Lupin scowls at the paintings.

“Not a word.”

You turn to him, still smiling. “Happy Christmas, Professor Lupin.” He leans over to bump his shoulder against yours.

“Happy, happy Christmas… my dear Miss (y/l/n).”

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Yule Ball: Part IV - Professor Snape x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: Following the close call under the table, Snape takes you down a corridor to teach you your final lesson at Hogwarts. Lucius Malfoy overhears nearby, and is more than interested. 

Notes: The last part of Yule Ball series, commissioned by the lovely @andispyral​ :)

It had been 4 days since the incident under the table. Snape still hadn’t fully forgiven you, but you knew he’d come around. Angry Professor Snape wasn’t much different than regular Professor Snape, so in your books, things were tolerable.

End of year examinations are coming up, which means you only have two months left of your time at Hogwarts. It’s a bittersweet feeling, but the excitement for your future outweighs the sadness of leaving it all behind. Everything you’ve learned here has culminated into this, and you’re top of your class in nearly everything. Potions is the only class your grade is less than satisfactory… despite fucking the potions professor, you suppose his morals decided to check in only when grading your cauldrons. Typical.

You sift through the books in your arms, organizing them as you walk. Today is the day some of the parents of Wizarding families visited Hogwarts to discuss their child’s progress with the professors. It was mostly purebloods that showed up for these things, which was to be expected. Muggle families would get lost for years in the school you had come to call home.

Since you’re a model student, it had been suggested by your head of house that you help out with the professors this year in getting family files together for the conferences. The morning had been full of work for you, especially since Malfoy’s father had treated you like his own personal house elf.

It was a curious thing; Lucius had kept his gaze on you most of the time while you stood behind the professors. He seemed to be boring a hole straight through you—you don’t understand why he would have such contempt for you. You’d never been rude to his beloved son, god forbid, let alone even spoken to him more than five times. You hadn’t hated the attention. There was something strangely striking about the man that drew you in for the fraction of a moment. No matter. Lucius was on his way back to his grand manor now, never to see you again.

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Yule Ball: Part III - Professor Snape x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: You and Professor Snape sort out a poorly written examination in his classroom, but somebody sees. With your reputations at stake, only magic can save you now… and a little of something else too, at a time most inopportune. 

Notes: Sorry this is three days late, but I wanted to edit it to perfection, since it’s been a year since the last part! Enjoy, I love all of you so much. Happy holidays x

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Part Two 

Part Four

The soft bubbling in his classroom late at night was comforting to Severus. He found it helped him think… and grade test scores, as per what he was currently preoccupied with. The moon is full outside, shining through what little window Snape had left uncovered. He ignores the squawk of Hagrid’s distant Hippogriff (that thing takes pleasure in ensuring he never got any peace and quiet as of ten o clock at night) and gets back to the paper. He scowls.  

“What is it with these twits?” he murmurs to himself, using his wand to mark a large “fail” on Ron Weasley’s test, flopping it onto the pile of Fred and George’s equally dismal efforts. Just then, he flips to one with your neat, flowery handwriting on it, and stops.

Well, what’s the problem? Just mark it as you would any other student. Besides, this will be nice and quick. (y/n) always gets a perfect score on my examinations.

Beginning to read though, he finds himself beginning to frown. Wrong… another one wrong… He looks up at the ceiling, and clenches his jaw. Of course. Why should he expect any less, when you’d been all over him for the past month?

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The next afternoon, you’re wiling away potions by watching your quill spin in its inkwell. Wandless magic, along with perfecting the art of apparition, is something you’d been trying your hand at for years, and the fruits of your labor are just starting to manifest now.

“Miss (y/l/n).”

Your attention moves up to Professor Snape, at the head of the potions room.

This your last class of the day, before a much needed weekend rest. You’re supposed to get the test grades back this afternoon, and you have to say you’re excited– you studied long and hard for it, attempting to make Snape proud of a little more than your talents of bewitchment.

“Miss (y/l/n). May I see you after class?”

You smile to yourself. “Of course, sir.” You expect he’ll reward you, calling you his good girl, telling you all about how much you deserve him tonight. Snape was rarely pleased with anything, but you’re sure he’d find exception in your astounding work.

After class had finished on the note of homework and groaning, you stay in your seat, assuring your friends you’d catch up later. Once the rest of the unassuming students had filed out, you move to get up and join him by his desk, but he strides over before you can, thwacking the test down in front of you.

“What… is this?”

You look down at it, and give him a charming smile. “The best damn exam you’ll ever grade.”

Snape makes a noise halfway between a laugh and a groan, sarcasm dripping as he says, “I insist you take a second look.”

You frown, and look down at your work, flipping through. As you do, you become more and more frustrated. “But– but I knew this one! This is… this was clearly draught of the living death…”

“Was it?” Snape asks patiently, staring at you with his arms folded, “I pray you never need to brew it, then.”

You huff, glaring up at him. “Do you know, I studied for hours for this–”

“Don’t lie to me,” he hisses, “I know what you’re doing. Fail the exam, get called up to see me when everyone else is safely in their dormitories and get the punishment of a lifetime.” He leans in, glowering. “I know how your mind works.”

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Yule Ball: Part II - Professor Snape x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: After your encounter with Professor Snape at the Yule Ball, you both can’t stop thinking of one another. A chance encounter only makes things worse.

Notes: Here is a requested second part to my Yule Ball Snape fic! Hope you like.

Part One 

Part Three 

“It was a successful night,” Dumbledore declares with a warm smile, thinking back to the Yule Ball that had been a couple months prior.

“It certainly was an improvement over last year’s disaster,” McGonagall nods, “Not one Gryffindor student stepped poorly during the dance.”

“Nor did my Slytherins,” Snape adds, and everyone turns their head to look at the head of house.

“Severus, where exactly were you chaperoning?” Sprout asks, and Snape frowns.

“Outside… in the courtyards.”

“Ah yes,” Dumbledore chuckles, “With those carriages out there, nights such as these are certainly taken advantage of by the students.”

“I do not think it was the night alone that was taken advantage of,” Karkaroff smirks, and Snape snaps his head up to his old acquaintance.

“And what is that supposed to mean?”

“Yes, what is it supposed to mean, Igor?” Minerva asks, placing a hand over her chest, “You can’t be suggesting what I think you are.” Snape implores him to go on with a glare so withering it could sour pumpkin juice.

“All I am saying, is I was walking with you one minute and then you simply vanished.”

“Well perhaps I was refreshing myself with some of that delightful punch,” Snape replies in sarcasm, and nearly everyone present understands it as sarcasm.

“But you just disappeared!” Igor presses on, “No tracks inside, Severus!”

“Our conversation was finished,” Snape says slowly.

“Not if you ask me.”

“No one is asking you, Igor,” Snape growls.

“I am very much asking him, Severus!” Minerva blurts, “Though I cannot fathom what would make him say such a thing, it’s quite plain to me that you would never– ever– do anything in the nature of what he is suggesting.”

“Hmm,” Igor mutters simply, and crosses his arms.

“Perhaps it is a moot point, but may I inquire,” Dumbledore lifts a finger, munching on a sweet, “As to what you were conversing about in the first place, Mr. Karkaroff?”

Igor shuts right up at this, and Snape has to smirk right back at the retired death eater. He never could keep his mouth shut.

Sufficiently embittered after the surprise morning inquisition, Snape didn’t know if he was quite in the mood to witness Potter slip through death’s fingers again this afternoon, in the second thrilling Triwizard challenge. How had Igor figured that out? He was always so careful, and if anyone (of significance, that is) found out, about… that, his carefully crafted reputation was at stake. He was distracted as well by the memory of that night, as much as he did not want to be. Your eyes, staring at him as if he was the most beautiful man in the world… your hands on him, your breath on his skin, your wetness, slicking his–

No. It was once, never again. You made that clear Severus. 

His feelings toiled inside of him, conflicted as always. He was angry with himself, angry at you with no real reason to be, and angry at this Merlin damn Triwizard Tournament for mandating a bloody Yule Ball.

“Afternoon, Professor Snape,” a couple of passing third years chime, and he resists the urge to whack them upside the head.

“Shouldn’t you two be in class?” he grumbles.

“No sir! We’re on our way to the games!” the other one says happily, and Snape scowls.

“Then why are you talking to me?”

They hurry off, and as Snape finally resigns himself to the fact that he has to attend these silly games, he hears a noise beside him. Glancing over, he notices a door to the broom cupboard. The rats in this school were positively enormous, it was ridiculous. Snape takes out his wand, and swings the door open…

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love is all you need // G.W. (celebration fic)

Request: Okay one more cause I love you’re writing. Can you do a George x Reader friends to lovers trope with fluff prompts 5 and 14?? I appreciate you and everything you do! Congratulations, you deserve it!! ❤❤ - @mischi3f-manag3d

Fluff 5: “Take my bed for the night. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

Fluff 14: “How about a kiss?

A/N: Thank you so much! Here is your request! I haven’t written for George in so long! This is a load of fluff and a load of comfort. I’m sorry it’s not longer but I hope enjoy anyway!

Pairing: George Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of an argument, mentions of arranged marriages, but it really is a load of fluff.

Word count: 1.8k

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Date After Date // F.W. (sequel to Page After Page)

A/N: I had a couple of you in the comments of Page After Page asking for a part two so here we are! It’s a load of fluff, I hope you all like. The Bloody Chamber is a real book - I adore this book, I’m obsessed with it. I have a tattoo of it on my calf. If you’re into distorted fairytales where not everything smells of roses, then please, read it.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of food, but I don’t go into too much detail other than naming the dishes, making out in doorways, fred being adorable and flirty, my overuse of commas and semi-colons.

Word count: 2.7k

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✒️ Hi again! Like promised I'm going to spam you with requests, but don't feel forced to do them, please 🙈 Can I request a Fred blurb with the prompt "Tell me I'm cute or I'll tickle you.", please? Thank you 💓

HIIII, So this is my first time writing for Fred and I don't know how good this is but I had so much fun writing it I don't care. I do hope you like it. Enjoy! 💚

The cute Weasley

The Gryffindor common room was missing its usual buzz from the people who called the place a home. The recent win from their Quidditch team had the entire house of Gryffindor scattered around the castle celebrating the win. After all, it wasn't everyday that the Slytherin team got their asses kicked even with all the tricks up their sleeves.

Of course the match took place the same day and the same exact moment that Snape decided to give you detention for something that wasn't even your fault.

Cleaning the cauldrons from the potions classroom wasn't the highlight of your day, the smells stuck to your clothes and hair as you were barely halfway through the task. By the time you were done the sweat was making your clothes stick to your skin and your hair was falling out of the bun.

Mr. Filch let you go with a huff after he double checked every cauldron, muttering to himself as he entered the classroom and disappeared from your sight. You didn't have the energy to question him. Dragging your feet back to the common room where you now sat, wrapped in a blanket fresh out of the shower, staring at the fire with heavy eyelids.

Soon, laughter filled the air making you jump in the corner of the couch you sat. You didn't bother to turn around to see who was walking through the portrait, you would have been able to recognize the voice of your boyfriend even in the loud crowd of the game. Fred just had the power of making himself known in whatever room he walked in.

"You go ahead." he said in a low voice, probably to his twin and Lee as footsteps echoed from the stairs. "Y/N?" you heard him call, his body covering the light from the fire as the couch dipped with his weight sitting next you. "We missed you at the game, love." he muttered.

You opened one eye to look at him, a soft smile appearing on your face when the warmth from his hands connected with your face, moving some hair out of your face.

"Was detention that bad ?" he asked with a frown, opening his arms to hold you when you crawled to his side. A chuckle vibrated through his chest as you snaked your arms around his middle, nuzzling your head in his chest with a nod.

"Should I tell George to get the fireworks ready?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, successfully making you laugh.

"Nah," you told him, waving a dismissive hand "Save them for something better. I'm just tired." you lifted your eyes, meeting his warm gaze already looking at you "I'm sorry I missed the game."

"That's what you're worried about?" he scoffed playfully, tightening his hold around your waist reassuringly.

"It's important to you." you said with a smile "Besides, I like to see you play. " you grinned.

He laughed loudly, shaking his head as he did "Don't worry, you can see my cute self all you want here. There'll be more games."

You let the silence fall in the room, his hand moving soothingly against your arm when an idea popped on your mind, a smirk forming in your face as you hummed.

"Who told you you were cute?" you said.

He popped an eye open just like you did before "I beg your pardon?" he said, a frown on his face.

"They lied to you." you mumbled with a shrug of your shoulders.

A grin spread on his face when he saw the look on your face. He let go of you, sitting straight as he faced you "You think so, huh?"

"I do." you said with a nod, batting your eyelashes at him.

He nodded too, his tongue sticking out from between his teeth "Alright then." he said shortly, making you frown for a second before he launched himself at you, your scream getting caught in your throat as laughter replaced it.

"So you think I'm not cute?" he said over your laugh, his fingers tickling your sides as you fought to get out of his grasp.

"NOOOO!!!" you laughed, managing to grab one of his wrists as the other kept on attacking you. His movements slowed down, his face hovering over yours as you held one of his hands in both of yours.

"Tell me I'm cute or I'll tickle you." he said, a mischievous tone in his voice as his fingertips ghosted over your side.

"That would be a lie." you whispered "I must not tell lies."

"Have it your way then." he grinned, snatching his hand out of your grasp and resuming his attack on your ribs.

Tears started to run down your cheeks, your stomach hurting from all your laughing as you turned into a small ball on the couch.

"Okay, Okay!" you yelled "You are cute!" you finally said, his fingers stopping as he raised an eyebrow at you "The cutest." you said in a small voice, flashing an innocent smile at him.

"What is going on here?!" someone said form behind you. Fred's head turned towards the stairs as you slowly peeked from behind the couch.

"It sounded like you were killing Y/N." George said with a dramatic gasp, walking towards you "Get away from her, she is my favorite sister in law." he yelled, fake fighting Fred as you laughed from your seat.

"George!" you called, running to hug him and 'keep him away' from Fred. After the 'fighting' ended you all sat together by the fire, Lee joining shortly after.

"You know George, I'm not your sister in law yet." you told him, Fred's eyes falling to you with a smile.

"Don't worry, that can easily be fixed." George said, winking an eye at you. "Would you prefer Percy or Charlie?"

You all erupted in laughter ignoring Fred's complaints as you moved to hug him, placing a kiss on his cheek.

"I think I prefer the cute one." you murmured, looking into Fred's eyes with a smile.

"Well this is awkward," George mumbled "That would be me."

"Oh, shut it." Fred grumbled, throwing a pillow at his twin before he turned to you, "Y/N is the cute Weasley."

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