emeraldlove

some news

Thu, 04 Jan 2024 17:44:42 GMT

Hi everyone. This is Scarlet's sister. I've some unfortunate news to share, Scarlet passed away on December 26, 2023.

I can't put into words how much it means to my family and I seeing how love she was by the community. Thank you all for being her friend and being there for her.

I'll be leaving everything of hers up.

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💝 HP Rec Fest 2023 - Day 3

Tue, 05 Dec 2023 05:42:38 GMT

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I will be doing them out of order, and hopefully tackle them all, if time permits.

Let's get to it!

🐍 The Merryweather Hotel - Podfic - starduchess / Fic - Conzieu
_{Harry Potter/Severus Snape, Rated E}

Twelve years after the fall of Voldemort, the wizarding world faces the threat of ever decreasing birth rate and eventual extinction. The return of one man from self-imposed exile brings a solution, though not without controversy. While insuring the man’s protection, Auror Harry Potter discovers that curses sometimes carry hidden blessings.

🐝 Make Me Smile (Come Up and See Me) - Podfic - randomicicle / Fic - busaikko
_{Sirius Black/Remus Lupin/Severus Snape, Rated E}

AU. In the aftermath of October 31st, 1981, Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, and Sirius Black try to set their differences aside to keep Harry safe.

🦋 Plenitude - Podfic - wilfriede0815 / Fic - eldritcher
_{Hermione Granger/Amelia Bones, Rated M}

Hers soon an hour of plenitude.

🐞 Memo - Podfic - sisi_rambles / Fic - kelly_chambliss
_{Gen, Rated T}

After she makes a surprise visit to Hogwarts, the Senior Undersecretary to the Minister and Head of the Muggle-born Registration Commission writes a report. Set during Deathly Hallows.

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💝 HP Rec Fest 2023 - Day 1

Sat, 02 Dec 2023 04:18:04 GMT

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It's December and what a joyous time it is! I can't believe a year has passed by so fast. It seems like yesterday I was getting ready for the 2022 holidays.

I haven't read that many fics this year compared to previous years, and I definitely didn't read as many Harry Potter fics compared to other fandoms, but I'm excited to participate in hprecfest!

I'll try to rec some fics for each prompt. Hopefully I'm able to participate each day. Writers and artists and podficcers and reccers and enthusiasts and then some make the fandom a fun place to be and I just want to give a little something back by highlighting some amazing works I've read this year. The stories are some I highly enjoyed and hopefully you enjoy them, too. <3

Let's get to it!

🐍 A Different Love Language - silver_drip
_{Harry Potter/Severus Snape, Rated T, Word Count 4.1k}

Ron and Hermione are convinced Snape is bullying the new DADA professor, Harry Potter.

🐝 Housekeeping - Threadbear
_{Sirius Black/Remus Lupin/Severus Snape, Rated E, Word Count 4.6k}

“Black, is there any chance your stupid friend Lupin likes to watch?”

Wherein Remus Lupin likes to do more than watch.

🦋 tell them how the crowds went wild - aceofdiamonds
_{Gen, Rated G, Word Count 1.8k}

The team photo is a disaster.

Harry doesn't know why everyone's so surprised -- the team photo is always a disaster.

🐞 Betrayal is a Thorny Crown (You Wear It Well) - Snegurochka
_{Teddy Lupin/James Sirius Potter, Rated E, Word Count 8.8k *a tad over, please forgive me}

Five years after taking his fifteen-year-old godbrother's virginity, Teddy has done everything he can to avoid James. He is definitely not supposed to look this good when Teddy finally runs into him again, but Teddy is pretty sure the kid will never forgive him for disappearing like that.

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Personal - At the Hospital. Booo.

Tue, 28 Nov 2023 05:24:43 GMT

Currently in the ER waiting to be admitted (still).

A lot of interesting people passed through today. 👀 The nurse made a few Harry Potter references! That was fun. He doesn't know how deep in the fandom I go. 😂

Not sure how long I'll be in the hospital, but I have my kindles (one full of books, the other full of fics) and the 2nd and 3rd volume of 2HA. I'm gonna try to get some reading done. 💪

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Books - NPR's Books We Love

Mon, 27 Nov 2023 09:04:33 GMT

NPR released their list of books they loved from 2023! Check it out! I am always amazed by the variety and I just love playing with the interface. Got some great reads in the past from their picks. <3

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Fandom: Fic Translation & Playlist

Tue, 21 Nov 2023 03:48:29 GMT

belovedstill made a playlist for my Snack fic! Check it out! <3<3<3

I Hold My Breath a Little Bit Longer
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Playlist
Youtube: Link

And pyosnka translated my Matchablossom & Loveblossom fic into Polish.

You Gotta Make a Sound
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Translation
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Fanfic - Far, Far Away

Tue, 21 Nov 2023 03:40:54 GMT

Title: Far, Far Away
Author: emeraldlove
Characters: Ginny Weasley & Ron Weasley
Rating: General
Word Count: 200
Tags: Childhood
Summary: Percy goes off to Hogwarts.
Notes: Written for FireBatVillain for the seasonsofdrabbles Fall Drabble 2023 event. Thanks to the mods for hosting! FireBatVillain, I hope you enjoy. <3

Seven-year-old Ron Weasley was not crying. He was not! His big brother Percy was going to Hogwarts, and he would write to him every day. Not all was lost!

Ron was too young to remember what it was like when Bill went off to Hogwarts, or when Charlie got his letter, but he remembered the day Percy received his. Percy was his favourite sibling. Fred and George had each other, and Ginny didn't count cause she was a girl. (Ron still had the scar on his temple from the frying pan Ginny threw at his head.)

But him and Percy? Inseparable. They ran together in the fields behind the Burrow. They obsessed over the Chudley Cannons. They built forts, played in the mud, and ran away from chores.

Percy was the best! The best big brother Ron could ever ask for!

And now he was going far, far away.

"I'm still here," said Ginny, holding Ron's hand as they watched the train leave the platform. "We can play Chase the Niffler."

"And fly on broomsticks?"

"And fly on broomsticks."

Ron wiped away his tears. "I'll teach you chess."

Ginny tightened her hold. "We can beat the twins."

Ron smiled. "Let's."

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Fests - Fandomtrees

Sat, 18 Nov 2023 11:20:03 GMT

fandomtrees sign-up is opened! It's a multifandom gifting fest. Here's the link with the info about the event and here's the link to the sign-up post.

🤭🤭🤭 Of course I put down my three main fandoms (Harry Potter, SK8 the Infinity, Thor), but I also asked for podcast & non-fiction audiobooks recs.

This shall be exciting. I can't wait to leave gifts under people's trees.

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Fanfic - and this is our place, we make the rules

Fri, 17 Nov 2023 22:01:41 GMT

Title: and this is our place, we make the rules
Author: emeraldlove
Fandom: Harry Potter
Main Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape
Rating: General
Word Count: 248
Tags: Fluff, Cat Severus Snape
Summary: There was simplicity in the ritual, and Severus needed rituals.
Notes: This is for FairyCucumber. May your Friday be a little better. <3 Title is taken from Taylor Swift's "Lover."

There was simplicity in the ritual, and Severus needed rituals. The war was unpredictable. The duels were gruesome, and his nerves never fully recovered. Sudden noises and slight movements would place him on edge.

Post-traumatic stress disorder, the Muggles called it.

A nuisance, Severus muttered.

Healing, Harry proclaimed. It shows you are alive and here.

Always looking at the positive, that man. Even with Severus's state of mind. Repugnant.

You love me.

…that I do.

Their ritual was comprised of this: a children's book, an armchair, and a blanket. Most times, they don't even need a blanket. Severus was content with curling up in Harry's lap as Harry read from Alice in Wonderland, his hands running through Severus's fur. Severus meowed, feeling his stress and his anxieties melting away.

Tranquillity was never in the stars, at least not for Severus Snape. He was always on guard, always waiting for the Dementors to come and give him a Kiss. That was what his lot in life gets.

You don't believe that.

It's what I've been taught.

Then they are wrong.

Severus must've fallen asleep. The fire in the fireplace had died down. Harry was no longer reading. Even this was astonishing to Severus — his ability to sleep unguarded with another in the room with him.

Harry's fingers never stopped petting him. He shifted and brought himself close to Severus, whispering in his ears, I'm glad you're here.

Severus yawned, closing his eyes. He was glad he was here, too.

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Books - What You Are Looking For Is in the Library

Fri, 17 Nov 2023 05:16:04 GMT

What You Are Looking For Is in the Library
Michiko Aoyama, Alison Watts (Translator)

I'm liking this so far! A bit of surrealism, a bit of sweetness, and different from the usual 'books talking about loving books' wink, wink, nudge, nudge, book title and author name drops here and there you usually get with this genre.

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Fanfic - You Gotta Make a Sound

Sun, 12 Nov 2023 07:30:59 GMT

Title: You Gotta Make a Sound
Author: emeraldlove
Fandom: SK8 the Infinity (Anime)
Main Pairing: Nanjo Kojiro | Joe/Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom, Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom/Shindo Ainosuke | Adam
Rating: General
Word Count: 1.2k
Tags: DK Era, Childhood Friends, Unrequited Love
Fest: ficwip's multifandommatch / ficwip's Multifandom Match: Angst vs Fluff 2023. Team Angst. Prompt: secrets/confession
Summary:

Kojiro had been telling Kaoru he loved him ever since the day they met as kids.

Kojiro and Adam have a small heart to heart one night regarding Kaoru.
Notes: Title is taken from The Veronicas' "If You Love Someone." pyosnka translated my fic into Polish. It can be found here.
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Kojiro had been telling Kaoru he loved him ever since the day they met as kids.

The declaration was forward. It was instantaneous. A flash of pink and words came tumbling out of Kojiro's mouth. Children didn't bother to hide their hearts, and Kojiro never hid his from Kaoru.

The sun shone bright that day. The crisp air permeated his lungs, running through his veins and out through his fingertips, filling him with unabashed delight.

Because he had met the love of his life.

Kaoru and his pink hair, his chubby cheeks, his gleeful eyes. Kaoru and his spitfire attitude, so certain and yet so full of doubts.

Kojiro didn't know why he was certain. He was five and didn't all five years old think they were unquestionably sure about the things and people they loved till the next best thing comes along?

Kaoru demanded Kojiro's place in line at the swings. Pushed another kid when that kid made Kojiro cry. Kojiro cried so easily back then, unlike now. Just as he had fallen in love so easily. His emotions were in a free fall. Who wouldn't want to be swooned by that pink menace?

Well, Kojiro couldn't convince Kaoru of his intentions — the one person who truly mattered. Kaoru thought Kojiro was mocking him, about his hair and his demanding personality.

After Kojiro's confession, he stood there in silence, eyebrows scrunched. He then sneered, reared his arm back, and punched Kojiro in the stomach before running off.

Not that it stopped Kojiro from confessing again. True love was true love, and what Kojiro had was true love.

He tried again the next day, and the next, but Kaoru wouldn't believe him. Stubborn child, but a worthy pursuit!

They became friends. Shared snacks during snack time. Slept over at each other's houses. Punched and kicked and teased. Kojiro began to love Kaoru for more than his pink hair. He loved how Kaoru was a smartass, how Kaoru had a bottomless stomach, and how Kaoru had the biggest heart Kojiro ever saw in a person, more so than his own mom, and she had such a bleeding heart.

"Be nice to your mother!" Kaoru had said, when Kojiro grumbled about yet another stranger invited over for dinner after spending two seconds talking to his mom while waiting in line at the market. Kojiro didn't mind the big dinners, per se. It was all the prep in the kitchen when he could be out playing basketball with friends, or hanging out with Kaoru. He enjoyed hanging out with Kaoru the most. Nine years of knowing Kaoru and this had never changed.

"Make your mom's carbonara, and I'll show you what I got today."

Kojiro made his mom's carbonara, and Kaoru showed him his new skateboard. He saw it in a magazine, and, since his parents would disapprove, he went out that day and bought himself one.

"You'll need to buy yourself one, of course," said Kaoru, as Kojiro admired the skateboard. "I'm not sharing mine." Kaoru glanced back down at the magazine. "And your sister is gonna pierce my lips. To seal the ensemble."

Kojiro nodded, knowing without question he would follow suit. He always followed suit. They were two best friends against the whole wide world.

However, Kojiro never stopped telling Kaoru he loved him. At least Kaoru didn't punch Kojiro in the stomach anymore.

He rather have Kaoru react to his confessions, though, instead of giving him a shrug and a dismissive wave.
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Adam only needed to tell Kaoru he loved him once, and Kaoru fell head over heels.

He disrupted their twosome, coming into their world one night with a careless smile and a calculated skateboard trick.

Adam was new and exciting. He was mysterious and cunning. Close-hearted, and held his feelings to his chest.

Though not about Kaoru; never around Kaoru.

The way Adam's eyes lingered on Kaoru, their inside jokes about oppressive family obligations, the quirk of Adam's lips whenever he caught a glimpse of pink.

Adam was many things. He was heartless in his pursuit of greatness, but he never lied about his feelings for Kaoru. Kaoru would take nothing less. A contradiction, that man. He may be full of doubts, but he knew his self-worth, or at least he knew how to demand respect from others.

"Don't wait for me," said Kaoru, more often than not, cutting small nicks into Kojiro's heart. "I have plans with Ainosuke."

Ainosuke.

Kojiro could only stand on the sidelines, watching his best friend fall for someone that was not him. It shouldn't hurt this much. He should be happy that his friend found someone, right?

One night, Adam and Kojiro were at the pier. Waves crashed onto the shore. The moon was full. They didn't say much to each other. Kaoru was their buffer and their buffer was running late.

"You've won," said Kojiro, finally admitting out loud his place in Kaoru's life.

"Are we finally having that talk?" Adam scoffed, dropping the cigarette he was holding into the ocean. "It's a passing infatuation."

Kojiro gripped the railing tight. "Don't mock what he feels for you."

"I'm not," said Adam, crossing his arms. "He talks about you all the time." Silence. A breeze fluttered past. "You got the spot at the Italian culinary school, right?"

A cell phone rang. Adam's servant or employee or whoever answered the call, muttering into the phone off in the distance.

"We're both leaving soon," said Adam. Kojiro didn't know that. While Kaoru may have talked about Kojiro to Adam, it seemed like he didn't extend Kojiro the same courtesy. "The only difference is that you're coming back for him and he knows that."

But you get to have him now.

A selfish thought, but Kojiro was selfish. He was petty and vindictive and jealous and he was stuck being in love with his best friend who didn't love him back.

"He's afraid," continued Adam, glancing at Kojiro before looking away. "You're everything to him."

There was shouting in the distance, and Kaoru came rolling down the street on his skateboard — all smiles and pink hair up in a ponytail.

Kojiro wanted to say one more thing to Adam, but judging Adam's interest had shifted to Kaoru, Kojiro held his tongue.

"Have you guys waited long?" asked Kaoru once he made it to them.

Years. "Not long," said Kojiro.

"Good," said Kaoru, before going on a rant about his parents and his calligraphy lessons. Kaoru pushed Kojiro's hair from his eyes, smiling at his old friend before reaching for Adam and tugging him close, never once breaking his tirade.

Kojiro knew Kaoru like the back of his hand. He disliked milk. Couldn't stand the taste of liver. He still believed in Santa Claus, which was adorable and wholesome. Kaoru once spent a week eating Kojiro's carbonara. When Kojiro was hospitalized, Kaoru spent every day for a month by Kojiro's side, skipping school when he could get away with it or coming right over to the hospital when he couldn't.

Adam could be lying through his teeth. Kojiro wouldn't put it past him, but he could also be telling the truth. Kojiro didn't know which was the worst.

Kaoru glanced back at Kojiro, who still stood at the end of the pier, away from the two of them. "Coming?"

Kojiro smiled at his best friend. "Always."

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Fandom: Fic Translation (Harry Potter, Sirius/Severus)

Wed, 08 Nov 2023 22:40:50 GMT

FlamaDeZafiro translated my Snack fic into Spanish! Check it out! <3<3<3

I Hold My Breath a Little Bit Longer
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Fanfic - I Hold My Breath a Little Bit Longer

Tue, 07 Nov 2023 07:32:48 GMT

Title: I Hold My Breath a Little Bit Longer
Author: emeraldlove
Fandom: Harry Potter
Main Pairing: Sirius Black/Severus Snape
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 1.2k
Tags: Depression, Anger, Unhealthy Relationship Dynamics, Unhappy Ending
Fest: ficwip's multifandommatch / ficwip's Multifandom Match: Angst vs Fluff 2023. Team Angst. Prompt: soulmates and/or strangers
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They would meet at Ministry galas, at random clubs, at seedy pubs down by Knockturn Alley. There would be a turning of the head, a catching of eyes across the room, a not-so-subtle nod toward the door.

They would steal away, tear off each other's robes, and fall into bed together.

Notes: Another day and another fic inspired by Taylor Swift's "Say Don't Go". Title is taken from the song. Translation to Spanish by FlamaDeZafiro can be found here. A playlist was made by belovedstill can be found here.
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They would meet at Ministry galas, at random clubs, at seedy pubs down by Knockturn Alley. There would be a turning of the head, a catching of eyes across the room, a not-so-subtle nod toward the door.

They would steal away, tear off each other's robes, and fall into bed together.

You know the drill.

It was routine now. Predictable. The pretending of not knowing who the other person was and their likes and dislikes, and how they took their tea. The petulant sneers at the morning sun for daring to wake them up, the tightening embrace for a brief second before one of them gets out of bed. How they knew each other since their school days, how they each took turns trying to kill one another.

Well, not truly trying to kill one another. You get the general idea. They were on the same fucking side of a Galleon.

It was better this way, Sirius thought. More amicable. Less fighting. No attempted murders. No fists or curses or whatever gets thrown about. Only cocks and mouths and fucking.

Merlin, it was fucking boring.

"We're not strangers hooking up with a one-night stand," scoffed Sirius after Harry's twenty-third birthday party. It was years of secret meetings and hook-ups and clandestine affairs, if Sirius was being poetic about it. He was not. Don't you fucking dare think it's poetic.

Sirius watched as Severus smoked after sex. His fingers curled around the cigarette as if it was the most precious thing in the world, as if he didn't have his mouth and fingers in Sirius's ass the night before. Disgusting, and unbelievably hot.

"I like our arrangement," said Severus. His voice had gotten husky after the snake bite. Sexier than before. How the universe was unfair. Sirius only got more mangled and Severus got more sexy. Somewhere in the afterlife, Bella was laughing her ass off. Fucker.

But Sirius wanted to hear Severus talk. Hear him sprout speeches and love confessions and sing and moan.

Fuck, Sirius was so screwed.

Well, he knew he was screwed. A decade of sneaking around to get fucked by Snivellus did that to you.

Which, hmmm. He shouldn't be mean and call him Snivellus after he gave Sirius a pretty great fucking orgasm, but Sirius was being sulky and peevish. He was tired of being Severus's dirty laundry. Sirius was a fucking war hero! While Severus was the traitor, killer of the great Albus Dumbledore. If anyone should be ashamed, it should be Sirius, not Severus.

Sirius needed a fucking drink. Where was that bottle? Oh, yeah. They drank all the whiskey last night. Sirius should've got more. His vaults could take it.

He stole Severus's cigarette instead and gave it a puff. "You like the role play," accused Sirius. He was never one for speeches. He wasn't eloquent. Far from it. He was a dog going after his master, a follower when he should've been a leader. Pathetic.

"Don't you?" asked Severus.

Sirius tossed the cigarette. As it flew in a high arch off the bed, he snapped his fingers, disappearing the lit cigarette before it landed on the parchment and setting the whole flat on fire. Shame. He wouldn't mind setting his flat on fire.

Merlin, he was miserable.

"I want what Harry has with Ginny," said Sirius, as he moved to straddle Severus's hips, finally admitting the secret he had been harbouring. He may be wealthy, but he was desolate with his feelings. Sirius ignored how his words were caught in his throat as he spilled his deepest, darkest secrets about whatever Severus meant to him. He wasn't even sure if it was true. "What Remus almost had with Tonks before they died."

Severus placed his hands on Sirius, fingers gripping tight, a sly grin on his face. "You want to be domesticated?"

Ugh, not if Severus put it like that.

Ignoring the use of the term, Sirius leaned down, kissing Severus. His lips were hot against Severus's. Their teeth clashed. They both smelled like smoke. "Maybe," said Sirius after he gave it a thought. He guessed it was nice. To be domesticated, that is. If Severus was the one doing the domesticating.

What fresh hell had Sirius dug himself in now? This was why he never talked about his feelings.

"We'll actually kill each other," said Severus, leaning away, back hitting the headboard. The small gap between them could be a wide ocean right now.

That wouldn't do. Sirius's hands trailed down Severus's chest toward his cock, eager to continue their activities from last night. That was nice. Sirius wouldn't mind having his mind cleared and his cock sucked.

"I'm moving to America," said Severus, suddenly.

Sirius's hands stopped.

Well, that killed the mood. They were strangers after all, if after a decade of sneaking around, Severus didn't deem Sirius worthy enough to be granted this information before all the fucking last night, and the night before that and the night before that.

Sirius was another (former) pretty boy with a nice cock who begged to be fucked. Got it. Fuck you, Severus.

He pushed Severus away and got off him, settling down next to Severus. "When?"

"Today."

Anger surged through Sirius. "You didn't think to tell me?"

"Why?" asked Severus. There was another cigarette in his hands. He gave it a puff. "We're strangers. We're not anything to each other."

"Fuck you." Now that Sirius said out loud. Severus should join in his misery Sirius's mind created for him ever since James and Lily died and Sirius failed to kill Peter. It was a fun place to be. All the self-depreciating and torment and desolation. A mockery that he was alive and all his friends were dead.

Sirius snapped his fingers again and the cigarette Severus was holding dissipated. Let Sirius be a child. His tantrums were legendary.

Severus did not react. Instead, he got out of bed, summoning his clothes and righting himself in a presentable manner. No walk of shame for him.

"Have you given it a thought?" asked Severus once his robes were back on and his lengthy chest and mouth-watering cock were hidden from Sirius's view. "About going to a Mind Healer?"

Sirius cast a Stinging Jinx by Severus's feet. "You can't have it both ways. I'm a stranger, remember?"

Severus sighed and shook his head.

Well, fuck you, too.

"You need help, Blac…Sirius," said Severus after a moment. "I can't be…" He paused. "You need help." Seeing that he had his wand, Severus left.

Sirius refused to cry. He refused to feel sorry for himself as the one person he came closest to loving left him in bed with not even a shirt on his back or a parting blowjob. Severus gave great blowjobs.

And, sure, Severus had found peace. He found his place after fulfilling his mission of saving Lily Evans's son, but what about Sirius? He didn't avenge James's death. Harry did.

Remus was dead. Sirius's whole family was dead. Even Regulus had a great ending to his sorry life, turning his back against Voldemort, all for fucking Kreacher. Unfathomable. Cause, in the end, Sirius didn't even kill the fucking rat.

Sirius found the empty bottle and threw it against the closed door. The glass shattered, littering the floor. He got out of bed, still naked, walking over to the window. Blood pooled as the pieces of sharp glass nicked his feet.

Severus, all dressed in black, his signature colour, a fucking great signature colour, was walking across the street. There was a loud car horn; the driver staring at Severus as he drove passed, confused at the wizarding robes.

Severus didn't look back.

Sirius closed the curtains.

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Fandom - HP Sapphic HP Bingo

Sat, 04 Nov 2023 04:43:52 GMT

Someone got bingo! And so the works are revealed. Here's the small drabble I wrote so far for the event. It's Cho/Pansy: I Wanna Stay Here with You. Hopefully I am able to write more for my bingo card before the collection closes at the end of the month.

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Fanfic - Innocent Lilies

Sat, 04 Nov 2023 04:12:21 GMT

Title: Innocent Lilies
Author: emeraldlove
Main Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 1070
Tags: Rape, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Alternative Universe, Magic is different
Summary:

It was bittersweet to have Harry as he was back then — a charming boy who asked after another's health, who cared for the hippogriffs roaming the castle grounds, and who greeted Severus each day with a bashful hello. Now Harry was the Dark Lord, ruling the land with a tight grip and harsh declarations, so different from his first eighteen years of life.

Severus receives confirmation one night. A 2HA Snarry inspired fic.
Notes: For snarryauctober's 2023 Snarry AUctoberfest. Prompt 0000-4: Wildcard prompt for an AU based on any existing non-Harry Potter related media, i.e. any other books, TV shows, films, plays, poetry or whatever else you can imagine.
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This short tale was inspired by 'The Husky and His White Cat Shizun', and my first danmei's inspired fic. I took many liberties. See end notes for the cast of characters. Spoilers, kinda, for 2HA. If you know the source material, this is set in the original timeline.
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Harry left Severus's hole wide and gaping as he slept beside him. The lines on Harry's face were smoothed and his lips were relaxed. His boyish charm unmarred by hatred and scorn — expressions that were unheard of only a few years prior, but were now common as a daisy.

It was bittersweet to have Harry as he was back then — a charming boy who asked after another's health, who cared for the hippogriffs roaming the castle grounds, and who greeted Severus each day with a bashful hello. Now Harry was the Dark Lord, ruling the land with a tight grip and harsh declarations, so different from his first eighteen years of life.

Just look at Severus Snape on how things changed.

Each night, it was the same at Spinner's End, Severus's prison. Severus was not permitted to leave the cottage. He was not permitted to grind his salve, helping those in need, especially now when times were dark.

He was not permitted to be his own person.

Severus was Harry's prize — his prisoner, his concubine. "My personal slave," Harry had said that first night when Severus begged Harry to show mercy. "Draco deserves to live," Severus had said.

Severus never begged. He never prostrated himself, always prideful and always aware of others' failings.

But now he had failed. Severus, the once great apothecary of the land, was imprisoned and used as a pleasure doll.

The servants served without casting a glance at Severus. Harry's Order would not dare cross the threshold. The Resistance has yet to break through the wards.

And Harry visited his old teacher each night, marking Severus with slashes and blood. Aphrodisiacs forcefully given; Severus's pleasure forcefully taken.

Where was the boy who gave him lilies? The one who had shown kindness to others, casting sparks for the children with his incantations? Always quick with a smile, filling every room with his carefree laughter?

Harry called himself the Master of Death, the Conqueror of all the Realms. He had slain those who opposed him. Subjugated those who fell to their knees. Kept Severus away, draining his magical core in a slow, painful death while taking his body by force.

Draco still resisted, and Severus hoped he would stop his crusade — he could not bear to see another student of his loss to this madness.

Harry grumbled in his sleep. His arms tightened around Severus's waist. His cock spent and wet against Severus's thighs. He was so young, and yet he caused so much misery.

Severus thought back to the beginning — how Albus had taken the boy into their sect, how Minerva had shown him compassion and love. Everything was given to Harry, an orphan boy who came stumbling one day onto the grounds.

When it was time for the boy to choose his teacher, he had chosen Severus. He was insistent, and he was steadfast. He had shown Severus his potential, and he had given Severus lilies. There was brightness in Harry's green eyes.

Where had Severus gone wrong?

Ever since Neville's death, Harry's descent to madness caught everyone by surprise. Severus knew Harry was keen on Neville, a strange infatuation that descended upon Harry one day that gradually grew.

Severus should've seen Harry's madness coming. He should've prevented the coming bloodshed.

He only ever had three pupils: one was dead, the other conquered, and the last resisted.

Each day Severus worried Harry would bring the news of Draco's death. He fights for Severus's freedom, and he fights for Harry's downfall. But Severus only remembered the times Harry gave him lilies — a symbol of rebirth, purity, and innocence.

And now he was a prisoner. His only purpose in life was to sate Harry's sexual desires as he took and clawed and spilled Severus's blood.

Moonlight lit the room. Beasts howled in the distance. The stream beside the cottage provided a mockingly calm atmosphere. Any other night in any other lifetime, this would've been a romantic affair.

Instead, Severus's body ached. His magical core drained. Harry's arms and legs surrounded his form, suffocating him.

Harry's descent irked him. The sweet boy who only saw the good in people, and now who had slain countless for opposing him.

Earlier in the day, Severus took the lilies he had stashed away, hidden from Harry. It was one of the first lilies Harry gave him. Severus had kept them away, treasured and preserved between the pages of his books. He ground the petals, turning them into paste and mixing them with the earth's essence, his tears, and his core.

Once Harry was done with him — his cock drove inside Severus and his nails carved crude runes into Severus’s skin — he fell into a deep slumber. Severus rubbed the salve over Harry’s heart and over his eyelids, and he waited.

It irked him — Harry's descent. The madness was too strong and too distinct for anything other than an outside force putting their claim on Harry — to have Harry forget about his dead mother, to have Harry forget his gifts for Severus, to have Harry forget his generosity toward others.

The days hidden away in Spinner's End — writing letters to those outside but could never send — it had placated Severus's wit. His depression and his rumination over his failures blinded him to the genesis of the problem. It shouldn't have taken him this long to realise that something was amiss.

Severus murmured the incantation, and he waited.

Because Harry’s descent irked him. A nagging itch at the back of Severus’s mind. Harry’s butchery was crude and demonic. The screams from the children he once entertained inundated the land. The casual crudeness and the blatant sadistic conduct. It took years for Severus to realise something had occurred and years more to research this spell.

And so Severus waited.

The salve turned black before it evaporated as the incantation took root. The surrounding air heated — the bed shook and foul odours emitted from Harry’s lips.

Severus's heart stopped. That was the confirmation he needed. A curse had been cast on Harry — festering, gnawing, whittling away — for how ever long, Severus didn't know.

He knew he had failed, but he didn’t realise how far he had fallen.

Severus took a deep breath. The cold air stung his lungs. The moonlight mocked his torment. He was once a great teacher and a master apothecary. Now, Severus drew Harry's close to his chest, hugged him tight, and mourned.
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Cast of characters:
Mo Ran = Harry Potter
Chu Wanning = Severus Snape
Xue Meng = Draco Malfoy
Shi Mei = Neville Longbottom

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Fanfic - Ritual

Sat, 04 Nov 2023 04:06:17 GMT

Title: Ritual
Author: emeraldlove
Main Pairing: Sirius Black/Severus Snape
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 200
Tags: Double Drabble, Sad, Implied Sexual Content
Summary: Sirius and Severus spend every Halloween together on the anniversary of James and Lily Potter's deaths.
Notes: Written for Trueliarose for the 2023 hp_halloween event. For Trueliarose, I hope you enjoy.

The empty bottles clinked loudly as they toppled over.

"Started early, I see," said Snivellus, sneering. He didn't bother bringing his own whiskey, knowing Sirius would supply the expensive shit.

He took a drink from the bottle he was holding, eyeing the man. Sirius didn't bother putting on a shirt, nor trousers, choosing to walk around his flat in his pants, cock barely covered.

Snivellus was the opposite — all covered up in voluminous black robes.

How boring.

Sirius didn't bother to check to see if Snivellus followed him to the bedroom. He took off his pants and flopped onto the bed. "Today marks six years since they died," said Sirius, as he stared up at the ceiling.

The bed dipped. "You are wasting your life away."

"Why do you care?" asked Sirius, scoffing.

A tongue against his left nipple. A bite on his right. Fingers running through his pubic hair before cupping his balls.

Sirius closed his eyes as he lost himself in the sensations, as his cock was engulfed in hot, wet heat.

Later, with their backs against the headboard, Snivellus said, "You weren't the only one who lost someone that night."

Sirius said nothing.

He took another drink.

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Fanfic - Pumpkin Carving

Sat, 04 Nov 2023 04:03:16 GMT

Title: Pumpkin Carving
Author: emeraldlove
Main Pairing/Characters: Harry Potter/Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall
Rating: General
Word Count: 200
Tags: Double Drabble, Pumpkins, Fluff
Summary: The Hogwarts staff holds a pumpkin carving contest.
Notes: Written for goddess47 for the 2023 hp_halloween event. For Goddess47, here's a fluffy Minerva & Severus drabble.

The pumpkin's smile was lopsided, the corners drooping. There were no eyes, only an enormous gaping hole.

Minerva's hands covered her mouth, trying not to laugh at the pathetic display in front of her. "Did you even try?"

Severus' lips were in a thin line. "This was my seventh attempt."

Minerva's was perfect — the smile curved just so, eyes menacing. "I have years of practice."

"So did I."

Minerva glanced down the table. Harry, the judge for the staff's pumpkin carving contest, was making his way towards them, chatting with each participant at each stop. "You have an incentive to win this year."

The tips of his ears flushed pink.

Stubborn fool.

She discreetly got out her wand. The rickety table wobbled before the legs splintered, crashing the pumpkins onto the floor. She yelled "Peeves!" to seal the performance with a flourish.

"Severus!" exclaimed Harry.

This time Minerva did not conceal her laughter. Pumpkin guts splattered all over Severus's hair and robes.

"Here, let me help," said Harry as he led Severus away from the mess.

"Don't bring him back till he's all clean up!" yelled Minerva, smiling.

Well, this year's pumpkin carving contest was a success, don't you say?

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Fandom - Serial Reposter

Fri, 03 Nov 2023 16:31:38 GMT

A bit salty, but mostly cause there's a serial reposter in one of the ship tags I follow on AO3. Dude. Just stop it. The fics aren't yours and why are you claiming them to be?

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Fanfic - But Here I Come to Hijack You

Thu, 02 Nov 2023 01:34:20 GMT

Title: But Here I Come to Hijack You
Author: emeraldlove
Fandom: Harry Potter
Main Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 675
Tags: Fluff, so fluffy.
Summary:

The sun was an annoying passenger on the perfect evening Harry spent with Severus, a night he never wanted to end, hoping it would spill over to the next day. They traded battle plans. Shared a Shepherd's pie. Undressed each other by the firelight.

Mockingly romantic if it wasn't during the middle of a siege at the Ministry.

Harry comes to a realization the morning after.
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Notes: Based on coconutice22's prompt 'tender neck, surprise pikachu face.'

I wrote the majority of this within thirty minutes of reading her prompt. Then I decided to polish it up a bit and post here, cause why not? lol

It is very mushy and fluffy and did I say mushy already? You know FairyCucumber's art with Snape all snuggled up? I hope to achieve that level of mushiness. You WILL get cavities.

The title comes from Carly Rae Jepsen's Making the Most of the Night.
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The morning light woke Harry. Vehicles driving on the streets; children playing on the pavement. Whole lives passing them by outside their windows, trying to lure them back to reality and back to the war with Voldemort.

The sun was an annoying passenger on the perfect evening Harry spent with Severus, a night he never wanted to end, hoping it would spill over to the next day. They traded battle plans. Shared a Shepherd's pie. Undressed each other by the firelight.

Mockingly romantic if it wasn't during the middle of a siege at the Ministry.

Harry, yawning, went over to grab his wand at the bedside table when he saw Severus — sleeping facing down, hands hugging the pillow, hair spilling in messy waves.

Severus never struck Harry as someone who let his guard down. His defences were always up, and his emotions were always guarded. He was explosive, yes, when his passions overwhelmed his senses, a sense of righteousness over a perceived wrong. But he had an overwhelming desire to engulf the ones he loved with his fidelity. True devotion to the end of his days — his promise with Lily, his camaraderie with Albus, his loyalty to Harry.

But here, Severus was unguarded. Asleep. Dead to the world. An unfamiliar figure with no care for the waking world, so different from the time Severus sprinted from bed and traversed multiple floors at a moment's notice when he heard the gold egg wailing.

The morning air was chilly, cold. Harry's skin prickled. Blankets barely covered their naked bodies. His fingers itched to turn Severus over and continue with last night's activities.

There was no need for a pensieve to have Harry remember what had transpired. The smell of Severus's musk when he buried his nose into Severus's armpits. The coarse pubic hair as he trailed his fingers down to Severus's cock. The tender skin on the inside of Severus's thighs against his tongue.

But Severus's pale skin shone bright under the sunlight. His back was without blemishes, save for a few moles that Harry joyously connected with his eyes, his fingers, his tongue.

And, there — at the curve of the neck — was a delicate juncture on Severus's body, so easy for one to encircle their hands and squeezed or set a snake to attack and slash. The neck, so easy to break and bend and tear.

Harry traced over the bite marks he left there. Each bite, each mark, was either red or purple, but they were his. All his, with his possessive nature getting the best of him, because Severus allowed Harry to do many things with him, to him, on him.

He allowed Harry to hold his heart in his hands. Harry, who was an unworthy man, who was clueless and willing to give away his trust too easily. He was the one who was entrusted with holding onto a piece of Severus's body and soul.

Children's laughter filled the silence. An aura surrounded their bed. Time stopping, ceasing to move forward with its grind. No hopping or spinning or flopping.

Because Severus was here, in bed, with him the morning after.

And this took Harry's breath away.

His wand could wait. The curtains didn't need to be closed. The sun, the clouds, the birds, Merlin himself were permitted in witnessing this moment alongside Harry. A moment that Harry knew if he would show to others, it would cement how good and virtuous and hallowed Severus had always been.

Harry's fingers shook with the realisation. His heart thumped in his chest. His magic shuddered.

Severus wasn't being vulnerable, sleeping unguarded, his back to the door and his arms hugging the pillows. The war still raged. Deaths still came, and Severus gave Harry his few moments of respite. A gift during a time where gifts were sacred.

Harry settled back down onto the bed, pulling the blanket up to cover Severus before closing his eyes.

The evening had spilled over to the next day. The warmth he had felt the night before had never waned.

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Fandom: HP Halloween

Wed, 01 Nov 2023 15:56:51 GMT

I'll post the drabbles I wrote on DW once I'm allowed to, but here are the links to them on AO3. I had a great time participating in hp_halloween again.

Pumpkin Carving - Snarry, Rated G

Ritual - Snirius, Rated M

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Fanfic - Standin' on a Tightrope Alone

Sun, 29 Oct 2023 12:09:28 GMT

Title: Standin' on a Tightrope Alone
Author: emeraldlove
Fandom: Harry Potter
Main Pairing: Sirius Black/Severus Snape
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 774
Tags: Underage
Challenge: fandom_empire's Powerball Challenge. Prompt - Ocean
Summary:

"Why not go to Albus?" asked Sirius. His wand never left his pocket. Severus found that foolish, him refusing to arm himself against an enemy, but maybe he himself was foolish in going to Sirius for help.

Sirius and Severus fuck over the years.
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Notes: Title and inspiration for this fic came from Taylor Swift's "Say Don't Go". Yes, another fic inspired by this song. This song has a hold on me. Seriously.
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The first time Severus had Sirius's cock in him, they were in an empty classroom at Hogwarts. It was their Sixth year, and the minute before they were shouting and casting curses. Severus's nose got broken. Sirius had blood in his mouth, and the door was unlocked.

"You're still a git," said Severus after he came, cock softening. "This will not happen again." He could feel Sirius's come leaking out of his ass. Disgusting.

"Don't you worry your pretty head about that," said Sirius, as he put his robes back on. He scrunched up his nose at the tears in the sleeves before leaving Severus naked on the desk. The door slammed shut behind him.

Severus did not spend the rest of the year thinking about Sirius's cock. Sirius did not have a hold over him.

Severus did cast a jinx or two at Sirius's conquests, though. They were loud. Clingy. Obnoxious.

Sirius winked at him once in Potions. Severus excused himself to wank in the bathroom.
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It happened again. Them sleeping together, that is. Seventh year. The night before graduation. This time Severus took a turn with Sirius after Sirius spilled inside him. He wanted to have a taste, and Sirius was willing.

"We'll kill each other out there," said Severus after he caught his breath. The Dark Lord was making his name known. He broadcasted his intentions, and Severus heard his call. He would join his ranks after Hogwarts.

"So, nothing new," said Sirius, shrugging. He tossed a blanket over their naked bodies.

They were in the Shrieking Shack. On a ragged, old bed with sheets that smelled like urine. They laid there, saying nothing, as the night wore on. Beasts howled in the distance. The moon was hidden behind the clouds. It was a cold night, but lying next to Sirius kept Severus warm.

Severus refused to acknowledge this.

"You don't have to join him," said Sirius, hours later. While Sirius was a bastard, he was not malicious.

"And you don't need to follow Potter around like a fucking lapdog," sneered Severus. Severus, however, was.

He ignored how he curled up beside Sirius afterwards and slept.
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The next time they slept together, it was three years after they left Hogwarts. War had come to the wizarding world. There were losses on both sides. Savage battles. Ruthless scrimmages. It was tragic, and it was necessary, or so Severus told himself.

Sirius was a formidable duellist. Severus was an exceptional potions master. And the Dark Lord had set his sights on the Potters.

They met on a cliff side. Waves crashed into the rocks below. The stars were dim, and Severus felt hopeless.

"Why not go to Albus?" asked Sirius. His wand never left his pocket. Severus found that foolish, him refusing to arm himself against an enemy, but maybe he himself was foolish in going to Sirius for help.

"We both want the same thing," said Severus. He glanced out at the ocean. It was a dark landscape. Alluring. Cold. So easy to walk into its depths and surrender. The water couldn't do anything to wash away the blood spilled by his hands, though.

Severus wasn't sure who moved first, who took the first step. He was unmoored, and the next thing he knew he was being held tight.

Teeth clashed. Lips split. Robes torn.

Rocks dug into his back. Blood pooled at each cut, each nick.

Sirius's cock was hot against his skin. His fingers were harsh against Severus's hole. There were tears in Severus's eyes when he was breached.

The waves still crashed into the rocks below. A ship blasted its horn in the distance, and their movements were frenzied.

Sirius tugged Severus's hair. His hands squeezed Severus's throat. His body crushed Severus's body.

Severus could feel again. The numbness that surrounded his form since he learned of the Dark Lord's plan lifted. Sirius could always make him feel — anger, desire, valued. Whether that value was rooted in hatred or lust, Severus didn't care.

He tightened his hold as Sirius's pace quickened, shouting as he came moments later. Sirius followed soon after before resting his forehead on the ground next to Severus's head, catching his breath.

They made no movement to untangle from each other — Severus's legs still holding onto Sirius and Sirius's cock still deep inside Severus, lube and come leaking out.

"I want them to be safe," whispered Severus, as if the fucking didn't interrupt their earlier conversation.

Daylight was breaking, and Severus closed his eyes against the sun.

For a second, he thought he heard, I want you to be safe, but that must've been the wind.

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Fanfic - Cause You Kiss Mе and It Stops Time

Sat, 28 Oct 2023 09:10:41 GMT

Title: Cause You Kiss Mе and It Stops Time
Author: emeraldlove
Fandom: Harry Potter
Main Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 670
Tags: Fluff
Summary:

Harry glanced up when he heard Severus humming, an action that Severus never had taken before in Harry's presence. The tenor of his voice, the mumbling over the lyrics.

And what Harry saw took his breath away.

The first time Harry says "I love you."

Notes: Inspired by various Lofi-Girl inspired Snape art [Kedroboiz's & suffer-my-displeasure's] and various Snape listening to music art [Acid's & myobscureimaginarium's]. There might also be a grand evil plan of mine to get FairyCucumber to draw her version of Lofi-Girl Snape. Did it work, Fairy?

This little drabble is for you and for Soltituss. Sorry, Soltituss! I'm still writing that fic!

I kinda rushed in writing this piece. I will be back to edit.

Title is taken from Taylor Swift's "Say Don't Go.", since I was listening to it while writing this fic. A break-up song, yes, but this drabble has a happy ending. I promise.
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Severus watches him. His black eyes were always taking in Harry's every action. How he glances at the door when Harry returns home, how he fills Harry's plate during meals so it would never be emptied, and how he places a hand on Harry's raising and falling chest after climax.

It should unnerve Harry, the constant vigilance. His every movement tracked.

Hermione commented on Severus's attentiveness. Ron argued about setting boundaries, but Harry never gave Severus's quirk a second thought.

There was safety in Severus's embrace. A sanctuary. Harry's fingers relaxed around his wand when Severus was there with him, allowing himself to be carefree. Harry had Severus's undivided attention — so full of affection and so full of intimacy. His gazes always had Harry looking away from the intensity of them.

Harry never watches him — his green eyes hardly ever take in Severus's movements. He knew that no matter where he went, Severus would surely follow a step behind.

However, there was this one day. An ordinary day. They were at Grimmauld Place, listening to old records. The ones Severus and Lily listened to when they were young.

Harry was on the floor, wrapping Teddy's birthday presents. Severus was at the desk, quill in hand. Numerous letters that needed to get back to post-haste. People trying to get Severus's attention while he spending time at Harry's.

There were scratches on the vinyl. Guitar strings and drums filling the silence. A song about heartbreak. A song about a love found. A song about love lasting.

Severus humming.

Harry glanced up when he heard Severus humming, an action that Severus never had taken before in Harry's presence. The tenor of his voice, the mumbling over the lyrics.

And what Harry saw took his breath away.

There, in the afternoon light, the golden hour that seemed to stretch beyond the boundaries of eternity, was Severus Snape.

Severus Snape was here in his house, humming.

It was this innocuous moment of him responding to letters that had Harry realising he was totally, and wholeheartedly, in love with this dour — and at times, mean-spirited — man.

Wasn't that strange? Wasn't that unusual? Wasn't that terrifying? More terrifying than walking into the Forbidden Forest to face Voldemort.

And, maybe, just maybe, Harry realised he had been watching Severus all this time, too. Severus and his small gestures at play: the way his lips quirk upwards after the first sip of tea in the morning; the way he caresses the pages of the books he was reading, fingers stroking the parchment and running them over the words on the page.

The time he spent the night brewing a potion for Teddy's dragon pox. The cake he baked for Molly's fifty-six birthday. The way he backed into the bedroom and onto the bed, allowing Harry to lead and allowing Harry to set the pace.

The high-pitched whine that escaped from his throat when Harry bit the specific spot on his neck. The way his legs tightened around Harry when Harry's cock entered him, or the way he bowed his head when his cock entered Harry. How he liked to leave marks on Harry's thighs, nuzzle his nose into Harry's armpits, run his fingers through Harry's chest hairs.

An eternity was spent in that split second, the moment after Harry heard Severus humming. Galaxies formed and collapsed. Flowers bloomed and died. Lives lived and celebrated. Everything and everyone was going on with their existence, with no care in the world, and here Harry was caught in this insignificant moment.

Severus at the desk, head down and quill in hand.

Harry on the floor, wrapping paper all around him.

A rare moment in which Severus was not watching Harry, but Harry was watching him, though was it that rare? Him watching Severus?

The song ended. The quill scratched against the parchment. Harry's heart was beating out of his chest.

"Hey, Sev," began Harry.

"Yes, Harry?" asked Severus, not taking his eyes off from the letter he was writing.

"I love you."

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Fanfic - Wrapped Around His Fingers

Sat, 21 Oct 2023 15:52:36 GMT

Title: Wrapped Around His Fingers
Author: emeraldlove
Fandom: Harry Potter
Main Pairing/Characters: Harry Potter/Severus Snape, Teddy Lupin
Rating: General
Word Count: 300
Tags: Fluff
Summary: "We're a package deal, Severus," said Harry, when he showed up to their first date with Teddy in tow.
Notes: For coconutice22's and her love of Severus, Harry and Teddy being a family. Here's a treat for your 'Trick or Treat'.

"Don't go," whispered Teddy. His voice was still hoarse from the flu.

"I'm not going anywhere," said Severus, tightening his hold around the small child. The 1001 Useful Potion Ingredients floated in front of them.

Severus never thought of himself as parental. His words cutting; his manner strict. Children were a source of income. A group of bothersome gnats who must learn the ins and outs of potions making.

If that was harsh, then so be it.

Nevertheless, one day, in the middle of Diagon Alley, little Teddy Lupin came bouncing into his life.

"We're a package deal, Severus," said Harry, when he showed up to their first date with Teddy in tow.

Teddy, with his large inquisitive eyes and messy hair, who didn't care about Severus's curt demeanour, offered Severus his share of the ice cream. He grabbed hold of Severus's hand, pulling him toward Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, all before Severus said hello to the child.

Later, Harry whispered, "He likes you." Severus was holding the sleeping child as they walked through London. Night had fallen. The stars were out, and the child provided him with warmth.

Severus never thought he would fall for someone so seamlessly, but seamlessly he did. Teddy was affectionate. He was stubborn and, at times, arrogant. He held interests in potions and loved Severus's apple pies.

"He has you wrapped around his fingers," said Harry, when he came to check on them. Teddy had fallen asleep, but Severus was still reading out loud. He made room on the bed so Harry could join them.

Severus said nothing. The year before, his bed was cold and uninviting.

Now, he was lured to sleep with Teddy and Harry on either side of him, and his home no longer lacked comfort.

Love had never felt so serene.

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Fanfic - Trick or Treating

Wed, 18 Oct 2023 21:28:12 GMT

Title: Trick or Treating
Author: emeraldlove
Fandom: Harry Potter
Main Pairing/Characters: Harry Potter/Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall
Rating: General
Word Count: 224
Tags: Fluff
Summary: Severus Snape goes trick or treating.
Notes: For houseofsnarry's Snarry Pumpkin Patch event. Team Pumpkin Juice 🎃🎃🎃

A shadow fell over the parchments, and a voice said, "Trick or treat."

Minerva tapped her quill against the Sixth year's essays, annoyed. "Severus, you are not a child," started Minerva, "and…" She glanced up. "The pumpkin is blue."

Severus Snape was indeed holding a blue pumpkin, but not any blue pumpkin. This one made gurgling noises and clapped his hands.

"Yes," confirmed Severus. A small black bag floated in front of Minerva. "Trick or treat."

Harry was standing beside them, trying not to laugh.

"Pumpkins are orange."

"Teddy likes the colour blue," said Severus. "Do you have anything against a child who wants to be a blue pumpkin?"

"The child is one."

"The child knows what he wants, and he wants some sweets."

"He can't even eat sweets."

"Oh, what a story the Daily Prophet will get today. Minerva McGonagall, hater of babies."

As if on cue, the blue pumpkin started crying. Harry's laughter echoed in the staff room.

Minerva, knowing from experience what this holiday brings, reached into her stash of sweets for occasions like this.

Severus, satisfied with his loot, kissed baby Teddy on the forehead, who immediately quieted. He then went on to bug Poppy. The bag, half-filled with candy, floated beside them.

"Will this be occurring every year?" asked Minerva.

"I'm hoping," said Harry, smiling, as he followed them.

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Fanfic - Cobwebs

Tue, 17 Oct 2023 07:22:05 GMT

Title: Cobwebs
Author: emeraldlove
Fandom: Harry Potter
Main Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape
Rating: General
Word Count: 300
Tags: Fluff
Summary: Young Harry and Severus go trick or treating. Same age AU. Muggle AU.
Notes: For houseofsnarry's Snarry Pumpkin Patch event. Team Pumpkin Spice 🎃🎃🎃 & harry100's Challenge Prompt 477 - Cobwebs. With apologies to Coconutice22, I've made no attempts to make this British. 😂

Severus pulled the ragged sheets over his head. Once a nice pastel white, it was now stained yellow from years of use. Shame filled him as he watched the other kids walking in their new shiny costumes, either handmade or store-bought. Even the bag he was using to carry the candies had a hole in it.

"Hey," said Harry, voice muffled by the fake vampire fangs. His hair was even more of a mess with the fake cobwebs. He held out a plastic pumpkin. "We can share."

"Why do you have cobwebs in your hair?" asked Severus, curious at the choice.

"I'm a vampire who just woke up from a long nap!" Harry bent down with his arms out. His black cape billowed.

"A vampire with cobwebs?"

"A distinguished vampire with cobwebs." 'Distinguish' was their class's word of the week.

Severus glanced down at his tattered bag and ragged sheets. The other kids stayed away from him, but Harry didn't. Severus didn't understand the new kid. Harry was an enigma. 'Enigma' has never been the word of the week. Severus learned the word by himself.

"I'm new," said Harry. He straightened up before grabbing hold of Severus's hand. "You know all the best houses that give out the best candies. We can make a killing!"

Severus's cheeks flushed at the contact. Harry's hand was warm and soft. It was nice to be touched.

Decision made, Severus tightened his grip. "Minerva gives out candy apples. Albus has sherbet lemons."

The night was young. The stars were not out yet. If they start now, they could switch costumes and hit the same houses again. Not that Severus would tell Harry yet, but he could tell it wouldn't take much to convince Harry to bend the rules.

Harry's smile was bright. "Let's go!"

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