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Slytherin x Ravenclaw

- first of all, sytherin is absolutely adorable. like puppy-in-a-tea-cup adorable

- except the puppy is a pit bull and it’s angry 

- so like cute as hell and kind of terrifying 

- ravenclaw is weird; they spend more time in their own head than in the real world

- *stubs toe* “oh fudge”

- has a weird fashion sense that they get bullied for

- until slytherin secretly took the bullies aside and threatened to shove their wands so far up their asses they sneeze splinters

- definitely partners in crime 

- like they would be notorious for their pranks, worse than Fred and George 

- slytherin would have sadistic glee in coming up with them

- ravenclaw figures out the logistics. nothing is more satisfying than seeing that marshmallow fluff land exactly where they wanted it to 

- most things they do are out of boredom 

- “hey so I found this in the potion stores the other day—" 

- "baneberry potion? dude, you could kill a city with that shit.”

- *smirks like the grinch* “I know." 

- they would skip a lot of class, but only because they know everything already 

- slytherin being protective of ravenclaw

- *hugs slytherin*

- “um”

- “..”

- “ok this can stop now”

- *hugs them tighter*

- “..ok”

- ravenclaw getting really excited about the nerdiest things, like figuring out a new potion or seeing a rare butterfly

- and slytherin just smiles and thinks they look so adorable

- not being very into PDA, but they always link pinkies whenever they’re next to each other

- braiding each other’s hair and taking it really seriously

- “I’m so glad we hate all the same people”

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Have some Muriel Smut My Thirsty Darlings

NSFW

AFAB reader because I'm terrible at writing anything else. Mention of boobies and things.

You build a blanket fort, Muriel gets accidentally drunk, then fucks you like it's the end of the world, then forgets about it the next morning.

When you brought him the huge bottle of black mead he blushed and looked away before mumbling "thank you" and then taking it from you.

You convinced Muriel that tonight you were going to build a blanket fort (thank Portia for giving you the idea), and doing nothing but telling spooky stories and drinking by the fire.

You saw the bottle sitting at the market stand today and couldn't resist buying for your favorite hermit.

Muriel of course gave you *The Look™* like you had grown three fingers out of your eyebrows when you were excitedly explaining your plan.

"It'll be fun! Come on pleeeeeease?" You beg taking his hands in yours and givng him puppy eyes. Even Innana joined in with the begging. Muriel simply sighed and nodded, but couldn't hide the hint of a smile that appeared.

"Yes!" You pump a fist into the air and then tug Muriel to the shop where you throw as many pillows and blankets into his arms and your arms as you can carry, then you both head back to the hut the prepare.

"I'm an expert blanket fort builder," you boast jabbing a thumb into your chest. Muriel had already started drinking, holding onto his mug with an eyebrow cocked, watching you with adorable admiration and curiosity.

"Okay," he said and takes another sip.

By the time you were done building, Muriel had a slight blush to his face and seemed like he had a hard time focusing on you.

You can't stop the huge smile that spreads across your face. "Muri....are you already drunk?"

He frowns and looks down at his cup, then at the half empty bottle sitting next to him on the table, and shrugs.

"Oh my goodness..." You say and walk around your fort, observing it's structural integrity. You had reinforced the fort with magick, the patchwork blankets looking like a crude circus tent.

Satisfied with your skills you begin building the bed inside, when you're done you lay down and sigh happily, sinking into the numerous cushions, blankets and furs.

"Come on in," you tell Muriel from your cushions. You hear him set his mug down and then he pokes his head inside, childlike wonder on his face.

"This is...actually really amazing..." He says crawling in further. His gaze falls on you, nestled in all the pillows, and he crawls in until he's right next to you, then nuzzles his face in your neck. "You're amazing..." He mumbles.

"You're totally drunk right now, it's adorable," You say giggling.

You expect him to pull away face burning telling you he's not, but he unexpectedly starts kissing your neck, his hand running up and down your thigh, hiking your skirt up.

Your breath hitches and you arch into him, a quiet moan escaping from the sudden intimate touch.

"...this okay?" He asks quietly, face still buried in your neck. You only nod and make a "mhm" sound, your own hands travelling over his shoulders and down his arms.

He runs his hand higher up your exposed thigh, fingertips leaving a featherlight trail of sensation on the soft skin.

He gets close to the heat between your legs then runs his hand back down, smiling at your frustrated sigh from the lack of contact against your wetness, then he runs his hand back up, rougher this time, over your hips, over your belly, up to your breast and squeezes it slightly.

He kisses lower until he gets to the the ties of your shirt and bites the strings, undoing them with his teeth, pulling open your shirt and kissing down between your breasts. You tangle your hands in his hair trying to guide his warm mouth to your nipple but he grabs your wrists gently and and pins them above your head.

"No..." He slurs and brings his mouth to your neck again. His arms were long enough to hold you in place, and kiss down your body while you wiggled and moaned, begging him for release.

He nipped at your hips, leaving little hickeys on the insides of your thighs and grinning at you when your begging got louder.

"Shhh," he hushed you drunkenly and you couldn't help but giggle, your giggle turning into a moan when he kisses your pussy through your underwear. You toss your head back, burying your face into the nearest pillows, and tilt your hips up, but he pulls away again.

With one hand still pinning your wrists, he uses the other to pull your underwear aside and run his tongue up through your soaked folds, gently using his thumb to rub circles around your clit.

You see stars from the sensation, struggling against him and moaning his name into the pillows. He releases your wrists and grabs the meat of your outer thighs to keep them apart, his tongue buried inside you.

You're barely cognitive as one hand is buried in his hair and one hand is fondling your breast, lost in the waves of pleasure rippling through you.

You're on the verge of an orgasm when he pulls away and starts undoing his own clothing. The bulge in his pants makes you impatient, so you undo his buckles with a wave of your hand, pulling off his clothes with a frustrated gesture. He yanks your underwear down your legs, and you pull the rewt of your shirt off.

He grabs your wrists again and pins you down, thrusting into you roughly. You scream his name and arch your back, gasping at his sudden fullness inside you, your walls clenching around him and your thighs squeezing together.

God he was big.

He starts slow, rocking into you then goes absolutely primal. His quiet moans turn into full on grunts as he pounds into your body

"Mu-ri-el!" You scream and rake your fingernails down his back, watching his hips slam into yours over and over again.

You're close to probably the greatest orgasm of your life and you can tell he is to. It hits you unexpectedly, spiraling through your body from your core, making you clench even tighter around him, he thrusts one more time, going even deeper and moans loudly into your neck.

You feel his warm cum filling you and then spilling out, then you both relax and he falls halfway on top of you, not even pulling out.

He gives you a sloppy kiss and then proceeds to pass out.

You pull a blanket over the both of you, and wrap your arms around him, feeling him go soft inside you. It's a strange sensation, but you're too tired to really care at this point, srill coming down from your orgasm.

"If getting you drunk makes you fuck like that we'll have to do it more often," you say more to yourself before falling asleep.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

You're not quite sure exactly what woke you up, but your eyes are open and you're suddenly wide awake. And very conscious of Muriel still still inside you, which immediately arouses you. He's still in a deep sleep, but he seems to be having a dream.

He rocks gently into you, and you can't helo but moan a little. His dick grows hard inside you and your still swollen pussy clenches around him.

He mumbles something in his sleep and rocks his hips against you gently, twitching a little. You run your hands up and down his back, trying to wake him up without startling him.

He opens his eyes and stares at you sleepily before rolling you both over so you're now on top, his rigid cock throbbing inside you.

You involuntarily start moving your hips against him, feeling every inch of him as you both have sleepy morning sex, a stark contrast to the fuck he gave you last night.

He finishes slowly and quietly, and then pulls out, you lay on top of him, playing with his messy hair.

"I think I drank too much..." He finally says.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" You ask trying to hide the grin on your face.

He doesn't asnwer immediately, then shakes his head, groaning slightly. "No...I just have a headache now."

You bring healing magick to your fingertips and try to ease most of the pain.

"So you don't remember anything?" You say sitting up and raising an eyebrow.

"I remember you building this..." Muriel gestures to your epic blanket fort. "And then...it's a blank. Why did I...do something?" His face grows red, and you can visibly see him remembering waking up half on top and fully inside you. "Oh...." He says and closes his eyes. "Are you okay? I didn't....hurt you?"

"Of course not," you say cupping his cheek. "Muriel you would never hurt me. Drunk or not." You grin down at him.

He doesn say anything, just glances behind you and mumbles something about need firewood. You give him a long kiss, feeling hin relax a little and and then you both get dressed.

You're very sore but you try not to show it, you know it would only make Muriel feel even worse, even though you really didn't mind.

"So...you want to do it again tonight?" You waggle your eyebrows at him and adore the way his face turns a deep shade of crimson.

"I'm not drinking that much though," he grumbles.

You only laugh and wrap your arms around him, knowing full well you're absolutely going to get drunk and have some fun, even if he isn't.

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Done something no one asked for, just have to get this idea out of my head~ It’s not a clean work but hey, it’s something!

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fandoms598 said: So my request would be"the reader is Harry sister (like a year or two older, because twin would be too much I guess), really close to the Weasleys, she finds herself fall for Charlie, and surprisingly he does too. Though they are not able to admit their feelings especially due to the age difference and distance. During the battle of Hogwarts she fights against Bellatrix but almost die, getting knocked out trying to protect her friends. Charlie then realizes he could not bare to live without telling her how he really feels toward her, so when she wakes up he can’t help but kiss her in front of his astonished family (except for Bill ‘cause he obviously know his brother), Harry and all her friends"

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Life as the elder sister of Harry Potter hasn’t been easy for as long as you can remember. If you weren’t attempting to shield Harry from the wrath of the Dursley’s, then you were trying to keep your brother alive from whatever new threat popped up inside of Hogwarts.

Of course your best friends, Fred and George, made your life somewhat easier, as had Mr. and Mrs. Weasley who started inviting you over to spend summers with them when Harry started attending Hogwarts as well.

The younger Weasley’s, the Potter’s and little Miss Granger were thick as thieves and the whole school knew it. You messed with one, you messed with all. And no one dared to cross you or the twins after a rather petty duel between Harry and the little prick Malfoy left Hermione on the wrong side of a curse and very humiliated. Snape’s obvious uncaring attitude towards it didn’t help at all and as a result.. a majority of the Slytherin’s woke up the following weekend to boils in some very embarrassing places.

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