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Fanfic where the mudblood incident never happened and Sev never joined the DEs but Lily left Sev anyway and he couldn't see why and he ended up taking poison? Then Sev's imortal friend makes goes see him on the afterlife but it ends up in a "to death" duel with Lily? (Not like neither of them could get killed but yeah) ty and have a good day
I dont really understand what you mean. And this seems like it glorifies suicide. I'll mention here what I will not write:
No Sexy Stuff.
Minor/adult (unless parent/child)
*buse
Su*cide
Racist BS
(For hetalia specifically, but can apply to all) No Facsist idealization or N*zism
Hi my friends. I will be abandoning this blog because of my increasing discomfort with transphobia and the harry potter series. I WILL KEEP MY WORK AVAILABLE, but I will not longer be making posts here. Please find me on my other blog @ilikearcanenow where I will answer non harry potter asks and focusing more on Arcane.
I will not be responding to asks about content by JKR or Neil Gaiman. And will prioritize arcane content.
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Is Ambessa Medarda a Psychopath? Therapist Analysis â Does She Truly Love Mel?
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Thank you for covering Ambessa. I loved her character. Her speech " This is more than vengeance, child. These mages dangle over our heads a sword that impales us should we rise too high. Their very nature violates the most core of Noxian principles" truly underscores how much the warrior principles of Noxus drives her actions but despite all that tough warrior exterior she's also a Mama Bear looking after her cubs.
Another argument against the 'psychopath' label is an observation someone mentioned on Twitter about the fact that she turns her back when Caitlyn's about to be executed. She chose not to do it herself and she might have been trying avoid becoming emotional in front of her troops. She was absolutely using Caitlyn for her own gain, but I think she did develop some feelings towards her.
It's interesting that Black Rose claims Ambessa hid Mel away to use her later as a weapon. But after learning of Mel's powers, there is no point where she tries to use, exploit, or manipulate her daughter. She doesn't say "Join me on the frontlines of this war," she just wants Mel out of her way, as always.
"Join me on the frontlines" is pretty much trying to use Mel as a soldier in her fight against the Black Rose though.
5 days ag Also, the idea that she purposely had Mel for the sake of having a weapon is basically proven incorrect by Ambessa's music video. You can see the spark of magic that Mel gains is specifically caused by the trial of the Wolf that Ambessa experiences in her near death encounter with Kindred. Whether that it was ignited the dormant magic, or caused her to gain it in the first place, is the question, but it doesn't seem as if Ambessa actually "planned" for Mel to be a magic weapon.
The irony is that the black rose has tried and succeeded in weaponising their people including kids and people whoâve already died Mel is the one who offers herself, to try to get her off Piltovers back, but Ambessa is too invested in finding a mystical weapon that isn't Mel.
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This is why I love Mel's "I see your face deceiver!"
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But it does fit with the narrative they're trying to sell Mel. Even before Ambessa knew of Mel's power, when she came to Piltover it was to use her daughter as a weapon. In this case, a political one. Of course, the ultimate goal was Mel's protection, but still. It plays on Mel's biases against her mother. Still though, once Mel made it clear that she would not help her mother claim Piltover, not once did Ambessa try to force her. She simply accepted that her daughter would resist her and it was on her as the parent to do what she thought was right regardless.
Mel straight up offered to help her, and Ambessa turned her down, because she wanted to protect her
One super small thing. What Rictus uses to dispel the magic of the black rose isn't Hex Tech but a form of Noxian Rune magic that has some adjacent concepts (This isn't detailed in the show so there's no way you would know.). I was surprised to hear people thought she was a Psychopath or some variant of such. I only ever thought of her as a warrior from a warrior culture.
I see her as someone with dual conflicting natures: mother and warlord. On one hand she grew up steeped in a culture that values might and conquest above all and is very much aligned in those values. On the other hand she does care about her children. In the game League from which Arcane is based she has a line where she outright says that she only truly knew love when she held her firstborn. She's stern with Mel but never outright malicious. To me what sold me was the argument they had when Ambessa slaps Mel for disparaging her brother's memoryâŚshe outright says "He was the sweetness in my heart". I think in the end she was a ruthless and desperate woman, raised as a warlord and grieving the loss of a child she loved
I see her as someone with dual conflicting natures: mother and warlord. On one hand she grew up steeped in a culture that values might and conquest above all and is very much aligned in those values. On the other hand she does care about her children. In the game League from which Arcane is based she has a line where she outright says that she only truly knew love when she held her firstborn. She's stern with Mel but never outright malicious. To me what sold me was the argument they had when Ambessa slaps Mel for disparaging her brother's memory...she outright says "He was the sweetness in my heart". I think in the end she was a ruthless and desperate woman, raised as a warlord and grieving the loss of a child she lovedShow less
Ambessa's 1st goal was always protecting her family. Defeating the black rose was a secondary objective in service to the first. Making her fox daughter into the wolf she believed her daughter needed to be to survive was her great triumph.
Something that I noticed when Ambessa is talking to Caitlyn is that she is talking about herself when she says "you will never rest knowing she's out there" referring to the black rose sorceress. Edit: in fact, that whole conversation applies to Ambessa, it's like she's projecting on Caitlyn.
believe one of the main reasons Ambessa wants hextech so badly is to avoid using her own daughter as a weapon. The last thing she wants is to immediately take Mel, who she still views as weak, and feed her to the wolves. When Mel was captured, Ambessa got a taste of what it could be like to possibly lose both of her children. This may have made her even more afraid of using Mel against the Black Rose, so when the opportunity presents itself, she rejects it and continues her pursuit of hextech as if Mel's life was still on the line. It's only after she witnesses Mel's raw power and her cunning that she believes in her ability to counter the Black Rose and is why she refers to her as "the wolf."Show less
Seeing how Ambessa considered Mel sth that weakened her, it's hard not to think back to one of your previous videos where you said that the reason why Caitlyn pushed Vi away was because she thought Vi made her weak. It's like in this matter Ambessa and Caitlyn are similar (not to mention that Ambessa casted away Mel so we have a specific action following the perception). On the other hand i think Caitlyn and Mel also have a thing in common which is empathy (even though yes, Caitlyn suppressed her own quite a bit after getting into her soldier mode). Also this one quote echoes in my head: "is there something more undoing than a daughter?"Show less
I think one really interesting thing about Ambessaâs interactions with Caitlyn throughout the season is really interesting. We see in season one that she will kill in front of Mel, so I donât think thatâs why she didnât kill Caitlyn, but instead between her second in command telling Caitlyn the betrayal will hurt Ambessa, and Ambessa making someone else kill Caitlyn, it seems she does to some extent view Caitlyn as family, even though that clearly wasnât the goal, similar to how Silco eventually came to view Jinx. I sort of wonder if maybe part of that is Caitlyn demonstrates more similarities to Ambessa in what she is willing to do than either Mel or her son did.
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Ambessa definitely sees traits in Cait that she would like to see in her own offspring. If she weren't emotionally invested in training and mentoring Cait, her betrayal wouldn't hurt her.
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Thatâs a really interesting point. Caitlyn in a way is like Jinx in season one with Silco but Ambessa instead. Both girls have lost a previous parent and had to wrestle with their unhealthy relationship with the second parent. đ¤
Psychopaths are Impulsive, Emotionally Cold and Remorseless. We see Ambessa being the opposite of Impulsive, being methodical to a fault at some points. Emotionally cold: We literally see Ambessa cry and emote which they did not need to show us, greiving her son. Remorseless: she falls into necessity being the focal point, she does not do what she does because she likes it but sees it as necessary to protect her family.
Macchiavellian personalities on the other hand are Manipulative, Self-interested, and Domineering. Three traits that can ABSOLUTELY be attributed to Ambessa. Ambessa plays Caitlyn like a cheap kazoo. She is only in this fight for herself and her family. And if you look up Domineering in the dictionary you will find a picture of Ambessa.
Is there overlap between the two, absolutely, but are they the same? No. And I think that the distinction is important.
Requests:Â Could I request a Neville Longbottom x reader where the reader is the child of Wanda Maximoff and they have almost the same powers? (Sorry for all the weird requests)
Requested by: @elemental-of-magic
Genre: Fluff
Synopsis: Neville and (Y/N) have herbology and a cute date plan
Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Fem Reader
Warnings: None
The mist of early morning hung like a silken veil over the Hogwarts grounds as (Y/N) strolled through the dewy grass, your mind swirling with thoughts as chaotic as the Scarlet Witchâs hex magic. Being the daughter of Wanda Maximoff, the legendary Avenger, she inherited more than just her striking features; her powers surged through (Y/N)âs veins, a potent blend of telekinesis and reality-bending magic. The weight of these abilities often felt like a burden, but today, as she approached the greenhouse for Herbology class, they brought a sense of hope. Neville Longbottom, with his kind eyes and unassuming bravery, had somehow managed to make you feel at ease amidst the chaos within, especially because of how knowledgeable he was about the subject she struggled with the most.
As (Y/N) walked towards the greenhouse, the rhythmic tap of her shoes on the cobblestone path echoed through the tranquil morning air. A soft breeze rustled the leaves of the nearby trees, carrying the scent of blooming flowers that filled her senses with a calming presence.
Neville was already waiting outside the greenhouse, his face lighting up with a gentle smile as he saw (Y/N) approaching. His Hogwarts robes slightly askew, Neville adjusted his Herbology book under his arm as he greeted her warmly.
"Good morning, (Y/N)," Neville said, his voice filled with genuine warmth. "I was just going over some notes for today's class. Professor Sprout mentioned that we'll be working with Mimbulus Mimbletonia plants today. They can be quite tricky to handle, but I'm sure you'll do great."
(Y/N) returned Neville's smile, feeling a sense of gratitude for his encouragement. Together, they entered the greenhouse, where rows of Mimbulus Mimbletonia plants lined the tables, their thick stems covered in pulsating boils that released occasional puffs of noxious green gas. Professor Sprout bustled around, her hands deep in the rich soil as she prepared for the lesson.
Neville led (Y/N) to a table at the back, away from the other students. "These plants can be quite temperamental," he explained, flipping through his textbook to a page detailing their care. "But with proper handling and a gentle touch, they can be fascinating to work with."
As the lesson began, Professor Sprout gathered the students around a particularly large specimen of Mimbulus Mimbletonia. She demonstrated the careful way to stroke its boils to calm it down before transplanting it into a new pot. Neville listened intently, absorbing every detail, while (Y/N) watched with fascination.
When it was their turn to try, Neville went first, his hands steady as he approached the Mimbulus Mimbletonia plant. With a determined expression, he slowly reached out and began to stroke the plant's boils with a gentle touch, murmuring soothing words to it. Miraculously, the plant seemed to relax under Neville's care, emitting a low purring sound that surprised everyone in the greenhouse.
(Y/N) watched in awe as Neville effortlessly handled the tricky plant, a sense of admiration swelling within her for his deep connection with magical flora. Encouraged by Neville's success, she took a deep breath and stepped forward to give it a try herself. Her hands trembled slightly with nervous energy, but she remembered Neville's calming presence beside her.
As (Y/N) reached out to touch the Mimbulus Mimbletonia plant, a surge of power stirred within her. Unbeknownst to anyone else, her telekinetic abilities subtly intertwined with her touch, sending small waves of energy that seemed to resonate with the plant's own magic. The only sign was a small blue light that danced under her fingertips as she softly rubbed the boil on the plant.
To her surprise, as (Y/N) made contact with the Mimbulus Mimbletonia plant, a wave of shimmering energy cascaded through its leaves, causing the boils to emit a soft, ethereal glow. The plant seemed to respond to her touch in a way that Professor Sprout had never witnessed before. Neville's eyes widened in amazement as he observed the magical interaction unfolding before him.
As (Y/N) continued to caress the plant, a harmonious hum filled the greenhouse, blending with the gentle rustling of leaves outside. The air was charged with an otherworldly presence, and even Professor Sprout paused in her demonstration to marvel at the sight. The Mimbulus Mimbletonia swayed gently, as if in a trance induced by (Y/N)'s unique connection to nature.
Feeling the pulsating energy coursing through her veins, (Y/N) closed her eyes and focused on channeling her powers with precision. âAh, one of Xavier Prepâs exchange students,â Professor Sprout smiled. âNo need to worry, dear; I know the manifestation of mutant magic is different. Please carry on.â
As the magical energy flowed between her and the Mimbulus Mimbletonia plant, (Y/N) felt a sense of peace wash over her. It was as if she had found a way to harmonize her own abilities with the natural magic of the plant, creating a connection unlike any she had ever experienced before.
Neville watched in awe as the plant responded to (Y/N)'s touch, its leaves shimmering with an otherworldly radiance. His admiration for her only grew stronger, seeing not just her innate abilities but also her compassionate nature reflected in this moment of magic.
With each gentle stroke, (Y/N) could feel the plant's essence resonating with her own, a silent conversation passing between them in a language of energy and emotion. It was a dance of harmony, a blend of two different kinds of magic coming together in perfect unity.
The Mimbulus Mimbletonia plant, usually known for its cantankerous temperament, seemed to bask in the glow of her light.
Class soon ended and (Y/N) sighed as she made her way from the gardens back up to the great hall. Classes were over for the fifth year students for the day and she was really hungry. Hurried footsteps caught up to her and Neville soon appeared.
â(Y/N)⌠can I, can I ask, what Professor Sprout meant by mutant? Your magic is just really cool and IâŚâ He paused, seemingly uncomfortable. âI just really want to know more about you.â
(Y/N) smiled warmly at Neville's inquiry, touched by his genuine curiosity and acceptance of her unique magical abilities. As they walked side by side towards the Great Hall, she began to speak, her voice soft yet filled with a quiet confidence.
"Well, Neville, you see, my abilities are a bit different from traditional magic users here at Hogwarts," (Y/N) explained, glancing at him with a reassuring smile. "I come from a lineage of mutants, individuals born with extraordinary powers that set us apart. My mother, Wanda Maximoff, also known as the Scarlet Witch, is one of the most powerful mutants in the world. My uncle Pietro is very powerful, too, heâs a speedster, he can bend space/time to run really fast. My mother, like me, is telekinetic; we can move things and cause effects with our minds. My dad was a wizard, which is why I cast spells with a wand too. "
Neville's eyes widened in awe and surprise, his interest piqued as he listened intently to (Y/N)'s explanation. He had heard tales of the muggle hero Scarlet Witch and her incredible feats from Hermione, but to now stand beside her daughter, who radiated warmth and kindness, was a revelation in itself.
Neville walked alongside (Y/N) in a mixture of wonder and admiration, processing the newfound knowledge about her extraordinary lineage. The corridors echoed with their footsteps as they made their way to the Great Hall, the usual chatter of students fading into the background as Neville's focus remained solely on (Y/N).
"Your abilities are truly remarkable, (Y/N)," Neville finally spoke, his voice laced with a blend of respect and curiosity. "It's fascinating how your magic is intertwined with your mutant heritage. I've always believed that there's magic in all forms, whether it be traditional wizardry or mutant powers."
(Y/N) smiled warmly at Neville's words, grateful for his open-mindedness and genuine interest in her background. "Thank you, Neville. It means a lot to me that you're so accepting and eager to understand," she replied, her eyes reflecting a sense of appreciation.
As they entered the bustling Great Hall, filled with students enjoying their meals and engaged in lively conversations, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort knowing that Neville was by her side, accepting her for who she truly was. The warmth in his eyes and the genuine curiosity in his voice reassured her that she had found a true friend at Hogwarts, someone who saw beyond her abilities and valued her for the person she was.
Sitting down at the Gryffindor table, Neville and (Y/N) continued their conversation, delving into stories of their pasts and sharing moments of laughter. The gentle clinking of cutlery and the murmur of voices around them created a soothing backdrop to their budding friendship.
As they talked, Neville shared tales of his experiences at Hogwarts, from his nervous beginnings in the wizarding world to his growing confidence in Herbology. (Y/N) listened attentively, finding herself drawn to Neville's resilience and determination despite his initial shyness.
âUm⌠(Y/N),â Neville asked, his behavior nervous as he turned to the other student.
âYeah?â (Y/N) responded as she piled her plate high with food.
âWould you⌠would you want to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend⌠on⌠on a date?â Neville blurted out.
(Y/N) paused, her eyes widening in surprise at Neville's unexpected question. She could see the nervousness written all over his face, his usually timid demeanor contrasting with the boldness of his invitation. The warmth of the Great Hall seemed to envelop them in a bubble of anticipation as (Y/N) processed the moment.
A soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she met Neville's gaze, her heart touched by his sincerity and courage. Despite the initial shock of his proposal, she felt a flutter of excitement at the thought of spending more time with him outside the confines of Hogwarts.
"Neville," (Y/N) began, her voice gentle yet filled with a newfound resolve. "I would love to go to Hogsmeade with you this weekend, not just as friends, but as something more."
Neville's eyes widened in disbelief, a mixture of joy and astonishment painting his features. The realization that (Y/N) saw him in a different light. One as special as the electric blue that sparked from the fingertips of the girl he had liked since third year.
Could I request a Neville Longbottom x reader where the reader is the child of Wanda Maximoff and they have almost the same powers? (Sorry for all the weird requests)
It's in my Queue!! Sorry for my absence! But I'm here!
(I wrote this inspired by my TalâDorei Campaign (All of us are huge fans of Critical Role), where, inspired by the love story of the Briarwoods, my Warlock accidentally made a pact with them (yes both of them) to work with the tools of Vecna, keeping him alive, in exchange for magic, up until the day she finds somebody who will love her in the way she deserves, 4 Nat 20s in a row Charisma checks (was online on Roll20) and 3 DC 22 Wis Saving throw successes, means that they are genuinely falling in love with my character, I was surprised, my DM was surprised. I hope Matt Mercer doesnât hate me for what Calliope has done. Yes this is HEAVY Goth/pastel princess energy because it is.)
Our Sunshine Weeps in the Evening - A Love Letter From a Patron to a Warlock
Our Sunshine weeps in the evening,
As the day it turns into night
Her grace and her magic combining
As tears fall quick out of sight
Our Sunshine weeps in the evening
Alone in a tavern so fair
She has sapphire eyes and wears no disguise
As brine drips into her hair
Our Sunshine weeps in the evening
Of a love she has never had
No family nor friends, her pain never ends
No wonder our Sunshine is sad
Our Sunshine weeps in the evening
And there is not much we can do
We sit here in vain on a different plane
And her woe seeps into us too
Our Sunshine weeps in the evening
As she thinks of her desperate day
We wish her hands were in ours, her light it outpours
The scariest thing that could happen if Laudna gets true-resurected and the last thing she hears Delilah say is "You didn't think you were the only one, did you?" With a sinister chuckle fading away. Ugh give me Briarwood groupies. You know they exist
Requests:Â Idk if this make sense but could you write a Neville Longbottom x reader where the reader is one of the Pevensie siblings from Narnia and she's know as Queen Y/n the Warrior?
Requested by: @elemental-of-magic
Genre: Fluff
Synopsis: (Y/n) Pevencie and Neville travel through their 5th year and a wardrobe together.
Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Fem Reader
Warnings: None
When the thrum of the train was turning to silence, Neville Longbottom sat in the train car, unable to move or make a sound. A group of sixth year Slytherins had casted the petrification charm on him and he was stuck, held together as if he was superglued to himself. He couldnât even look up when he heard the door open.Â
âOh my.â The unfamiliar voice said, âFinite Incantatam.âÂ
Neville felt himself gradually come undone. He stood face to face with a girl his own age (Y/e/c) eyes staring back at him, a kind smile on her face.
âWell they did a number on you didnât they.â She said, not waiting for a reply.
Neville stuttered for a moment before choking out a âThank you, Iâm Nevilleâ
âNice to meet you Neville, Iâm (Y/n).â She responded with a wider grin than before.Â
The two fifth years departed from the train on time and settled into a carriage drawn by an invisible horse. They sat in comfortable silence as they approached the castle, just the two of them.
Neville looked at her uniform, she was a Hufflepuff, though he couldnât remember her from any of his classes.
Noticing his curiosity (Y/n) grinned. âI transferred, from homeschooling last year.â She looked down at her feet. âMy uncle taught me everything he could, but he wasnât able to teach me more, so he sent me here to learn.â She looked up at him.
âItâs ok,â Neville smiled softly, âI donât think any less of you.â
âMy uncle lives in the countryside, with my four siblings. Edmund, Susan, Peter and Lucy. None of them are magic, but he loves us all the same.â
Soon enough the pair reached the castle and made their separate ways.Â
A few weeks into their stay at school there was an opening at the Hufflepuff table at breakfast, steeling his nerves, Neville made his way over and sat next to (Y/n).Â
She was wearing muggle clothes at the moment. A beautiful purple dress that fell all the way to the floor. âHello, Neville! Lovely to see you again!â And just like that a healthy friendship blossomed.Â
As winter came, Neville and (Y/n) became closer and closer, both deciding to spend the holiday at school.Â
âI donât like Umbridge,â Neville admitted as he sat in the Hufflepuff common room with (Y/n). âSome days I wish I could walk into another world just to get away from it all.Â
(Y/n) tensed and looked up at him. âYou really want to go to another world?â She asked, eyes a bit wide.Â
âSure why not. No Umbridge, no worries.â He grumbled looking back to his horrifying textbook assigned by the above-mentioned teacher.
 Slowly (Y/n) rose to her feet. âWhat if I told you, temporarily, you could go to another world, with me.â She said, tentatively.Â
Nevilleâs eyes widened as well as he looked at (Y/n). âYouâre not kidding?â
(Y/n) shook her head no. âCome up, quick.â She said, grabbing his hand and running up the stairs to the girlsâ dorm.Â
She looked around before closing and locking the dorm room shut. âRevalio.â As she spoke, a beautiful wardrobe appeared before her. Ornately carved from applewood and decorated with gold accents. She opened the doors and climbed inside. âCome on Neville.â she gestured for him to get in too.Â
Neville looked at her as if she were insane. But deciding the worst that could happen was he was stuck in a wardrobe with the girl he had a crush on, he too followed after (Y/n).Â
The wardrobe didnât seem to have a back, and the fur coats inside seemed to go on forever, until both students broke from the trees and into a beautiful summerâs day. (Y/n) smiled and pulled a small whistle from her pocket, and a pegasus soared down, landing before the pair.Â
âCome on Neville!â (Y/n) giggled as she climbed onto the saddle.
âI must be dreaming,â Neville replied as he helped himself up behind (Y/n)
The winged horse flew across the sky and toward a giant golden castle. Landing in a magnificent courtyard the young woman was quick to hop off of the saddle and make her way to the large doors. As the teenagers approached, they swung open by themselves.
Sitting in beautiful thrones were four other people the youngest appeared to be about twelve. The middle throne was empty.Â
As Neville gawked, (Y/n) disappeared into a room and came back in the purple dress that she had been wearing the Christmas holiday day, when they had become close.Â
She gave a deep curtsey before taking Nevilleâs hand and leading him forward. âMay I introduce you to my siblings Neville, High King Peter: The Magnificent, High Queen Susan: The Gentle, King Edmund: The Just, and Queen Lucy: The Valiant.â
Peter, the high king, stood. He was wearing bright red and had a sword at his hip. He was clearly the eldest and most experienced. He stepped forward and hugged (Y/n). âAnd our sister Queen (Y/n): The Warrior, defender of Narnia, and the high sorceress of our council of leaders.â He led (Y/n) to her throne which sat in the middle and she settled into it, as a faun rushed forward to place a silver crown on her head.
Neville looked befuddled as he looked at his crush, sat on a throne with a crown atop her head. The siblings looked powerful, but that was broken as Lucy and (Y/n) both broke into laughter.Â
(Y/n) stood once more and hugged her three other siblings. They engaged in small talk for a few minutes before (Y/n) handed her crown back to the faun and descended to Neville, who still looked slackjawed. âItâs time to go back now. But, if you ask, I can bring you back anytime you want.âÂ
Taking his hand and leading him back to the pegasus and through the wardrobe in silence. Neville couldnât comprehend what he had seen. As soon as they were once more in the girlsâ dorm he regained his ability to speak.Â
âA queen, high sorceress, Narnia?â He asked.
âHow about we talk about it more later.â (Y/n) suggested, âMaybe over butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks?â
âY-yeah!â Neville stumbled out, flushing as he made his way back to Gryffindor tower, both surprised and happy he was to go on a date, for who could say no to a queen?
Idk if this make sense but could you write a Neville Longbottom x reader where the reader is one of the Pevensie siblings from Narnia and she's know as Queen Y/n the Warrior?
