NoAmortentia

[lenzio]

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[theman]

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

[tattooedzombigirl]

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

[imanutcase-10]

Then bring me luck

[thirddeadlysin]

the day after I posted this last time I was notified that I was selected for a really cool mentorship gig and got an unrelated glowing review at work

[starryy-berryy]

I reposted this and all my practicals went decently. This potato works fr OMGGGGGG

[starryy-berryy]

Reblogging because exams aa gaye

[princess-lucy19]

I'm reblogging and just hoping for the best on this one!

[jenny-1968]

Here goes nothing.

[iwantbeababygirl]

Ooo great potato bring me lottery $luck$

[kitty-batass]

[american-cobrahawk]

I got nothing to lose

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[noamortentia]

The point of no return

I finished this very late, so it might contain some small mistakes. Enjoy.

Warnings: Sexual Tension, Dominance, Forbidden desire, Implied Sexual Content.

Summary: He tried with all his power to run from you, only to find he no longer has anywhere left to go but into you.

A loud bang echoed through the halls, his robes swinging in a furious manner. Though his hands trembled slightly, he managed to pour himself a dose of fire whisky before lighting the small candles above the table with a flick of his wand. The liquor burned his throat and failed to calm the storm of his mind. Severus would have done anything to remove you from his thoughts. How could a man like him be unsettled by a presence as gentle as yours? He had always assumed he would remain unaffected, however that assumption was proving inconvenient, since you had crossed all calculated boundaries he had long established. All the glances you shot at him, the way your hand lingered on his whenever you found, yet again, another reason to knock at his door. He had no reason to think of you. And yet, you returned, uninvited, unannounced, persistent in the way only mistakes tended to be. He had once resented every interruption; now he had begun to anticipate yours with a reluctance that only made the habit more intolerable.

Contact should have been impossible, yet he did not move fast enough to prevent it. Earlier this morning, your hand touched his cheek and, for the first time, he failed to step away in time. Your breath had been too close, while the distance between you collapsed, which was enough to make him regain his senses and withdraw immediately. In a few seconds, the professor stormed out, leaving you entirely alone in the room. It was preferable this way, running away from whatever this was before it became irreversible; or before he had the opportunity to destroy you.

Even now, it remained unclear how you had managed to slip past defences built with years of habit and solitude. Perhaps it was the fact that you actually saw him with gentle eyes and never once reciprocated the insults nor the bad tone. He had never met anyone that could take the cruellest words and manage to simply infer he was having a bad day and did not mean it. The persistence in which you tried to spend the longest amount of time with him was disconcerting, as much as your smiles and small notes.

Removed from his thoughts, he heard the latch clicking softly, already knowing it was you before turning. You drew nearer with the same quiet certainty that had long begun to unsettle him. He went still like a man bracing for pain, only to be met with tenderness. Your thumb caught at the hollow beneath his cheekbone. No breath dared to escape his lips as the pads of your fingers traced the frown mark in between his eyebrows.

“Don’t,” he didn’t move away.

“You look at me as if I am a danger to you.” You whispered.

“You are.”

Your hands moved to tangle in his dark locks, testing how far he would let you go. Your noses touched, and your lips neared the corner of his, not daring to move another inch. While gazing his obsidian eyes, his face moved instinctively to meet your touch.

“Stop running from me.” The warmth of your mouth against his silenced the unrest at once. Severus did not respond immediately, but that was the point of no return: the kiss itself, and his failure to end it. The taste of your lips lingered on his, faint and disarming. His hand tightened at your waist instead of letting go, his tongue moved with precise strokes against yours.

“You’re deliberately seeking your ruin,” he said, voice lower now, the words vibrating against your swollen lips. He tried to turn away for half a second, but was quickly drawn back in. Your fingers in his hair tugged once and that was enough to undo whatever hesitation remained.

“I’m not seeking my ruin,” you said quietly. “I’m just no longer afraid of it.” Then his mouth pressed harder against yours, slower now, as if he had finally stopped pretending this could remain controlled. Severus squeezed your ass as you shamelessly let out a soft moan when his hips crushed yours against the desk.

When his mouth left yours, he leaned in again, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he kept you trapped between the cold wood and his warm chest. “This is your last chance to run, Y/N.”

Instead of speaking, your hands found his where it gripped the desk edge beside your hip. After uncurling his rigid fingers one by one and guiding his palm flat in between your breasts, you allowed him to feel the frantic beating through the thin fabric, contradicting every calm breath you took. His rough hand slid slowly upward. Knuckles grazing your collarbone. Thumb tracing the line of your jaw, until his fingers wrapped against your throat. Your flesh yielded under the gentle pressure, and you let out an airy gasp that fogged against his lips.

He felt it. The way your pulse hammered against his palm like a caged thing, how you tilted your chin up, offering him more of your neck, more of your breath, more of your surrender.

Severus made a sound low in his chest, something closer to a groan that belongs to a man discovering he is exactly the monster he feared himself to be, and finding he no longer cares.

His grip tightened enough that your next inhale came shallow, making the edges of the room softer and blurred; filling your mind only with the black pool of his eyes and the cold desk at your back.

"Foolish girl," he murmured against the corner of your mouth.

[noamortentia]

Bitter Brew

Hi everyone! I'm posting this more as a test to know whether people would be interested in this type of style for a fanfiction. It will definitely be an agonizing slow burn with a heavy sprinkle of yearning and possibly some tragedies.

Summary: Y/N chronicles her days at Hogwarts in journal entries and letters, as subtle glances and unexplained shadows stir her curiosity and perhaps more danger than she expects.

Y/N'S JOURNAL

2 April – Something is wrong, but I cannot yet name it. I cannot say what disturbed me, however, I begin to suspect that his silences are not without meaning; perhaps it was meant to warn me.

I must have fallen asleep, for I couldn't recall the events that happened after the meeting. The dim light of my chambers was extinguished long ago, leaving a trail of shapeless spots of wax over my suitcase. I shall endeavour to recall as much as I may before I attempt to sleep again, so my strange misfortunes will not be forgotten. That evening, when the headmaster decided to call an emergency meeting after Black was spotted near the castle, the professors gathered in a small staff room. We were all assembled, huddled in the centre and struggling to maintain warmth in our nightgowns. Professor Snape was the last to arrive, the only one not in sleep clothes. I cannot say with certainty what bothered me in the moment his penetrating gaze fell upon mine, only that my pulse had faltered enough to bring my attention back to the hastened murmurs beside me. I must have made quite a face, for the stark contrast between his garments and mine struck me.

He stepped closer to the group, positioning himself at the opposite side to hear the headmaster, his body now angled in my direction. I dared to stare at his figure and read his lips, seeking to decipher more information about our recent threat but all in vain.

We were each assigned rounds after school activities in order to ensure the security of our students, only to be hurriedly dismissed to resume our rest. I was the first to open the door, the freezing night breeze not discouraging my determination to re-enter my chambers as soon as I could. The corridors, silent and unyielding, seemed to press upon me from all sides, as if some unseen shadow followed my every step. At every turn, my mind returned insistently to the way he had looked at me; whether it was imagination or something more, I could not tell. Even so, his eyes carried a certain interest, or perhaps curiosity.

Our usual talks were brief and mainly practical, being resumed by simple phrases regarding our duties. I had never paid attention to anything particular about that man since his demeanour had always kept me from attempting to build a friendly relationship. Whether he was respected or entirely feared by others, no one dared to defy him. Yet he was not spared from the ridiculing comments whispered by the most courageous students. His nose was too big and crooked, they uttered; or his whole figure was altogether repulsive.

I do not concern myself with him. Or, perhaps, with the way the fireplace perfectly illuminated his features; his nose oddly suited in contrast with his harsh lines and wrinkles; or the delicate arch of his lips. I paid even less mind to the precise fit and neatness of his robes at such an ungodly hour. As a mere observer, these thoughts lingered in my mind far longer than they should have, likely there to detain my worries from feeding into the fear of walking alone.

A sudden chill ran down my spine as a loud noise dragged me away from my distracting thoughts. I could have almost sworn I saw a shadow lurking, hidden by one of the columns. Without allowing my curiosity to overcome me, I turned the opposite way and quickened my pace, every brush of my robes against the dusty walls making me flinch. Behind me, the uneven sound grew closer, and I froze.

I could hear my heartbeat thumping in my ears. My hands got numb as I fumbled to reach for my wand; only for it to fall on the stone floor, rolling over to a shadowed corner. When I bent down to retrieve it, a rush of wind passed near me, extinguishing the torches of the entire passage. The tip of my wand illuminated what looked like a glimpse of dark fabric vanishing to my left in an empty path.

I thought I was being irrational and that surely it was just one of my colleagues. I knew I ought not, yet my fears made me choose a small alley, the opposite way to my chambers. The sound persisted and followed me; a musty smell engulfed me. For a moment, I could hear nothing but my own ragged breathing, and the sound seemed almost to mock me. As soon as I neared the corner, a wave of relief washed over me; it was nothing more than a pile of discarded robes and parchment, tossed carelessly by some late-night student. The iron grip in my wand relaxed; my steps became slower and less careful.

My door was usually kept sealed by a strong incantation. The second I reached it, muttering the spell to undo the seal, a warm breath brushed past my ear accompanied by a whispered word I didn’t recognise. Whatever this was, it watches, even when unseen, its intentions as uncertain as its presence.

I cannot precisely recall what happened after I closed the door, except that my gold necklace was now gone and a great fatigue consumed me. I will try to revisit these memories tomorrow; I shall retire now, though I do not expect sleep to come easily.

[noamortentia]

You're not going to leave, are you?

The air of the dungeons was unusually chilly tonight and all the layers of your nightgown weren't enough to keep you warm. He has never been an early-to-bed person, however, his habits have recently become stranger. You stopped in front of his office door, and before your knuckles touched the wood, it slowly opened to reveal a black form bent over a cauldron at the corner of the room. A sigh escaped you before the door fully opened, bracing for the storm inside. "Severus, it's nearly three in the morning." You muttered standing at the doorstep with crossed arms. "Do I get to see my husband only at staff meetings? You're probably exhausted."

Without looking up from his desk, he placed a vial by a half-finished potion that simmered ominously. "Three in the morning is when most of my work gets done. Unlike some people, I don't have the luxury of sleeping through the night like a child. Though if you're quite so concerned about my well-being, you could always leave and stop wasting my time with your incessant commentary."

Your eyebrows softened almost immediately and in a few seconds you stood beside him. "What happened, my love?" You uttered tenderly, not minding his half-meant tone. His gaze landed on you, sharp and unreadable, and your chest tightened as he glanced back at the potion. "Nothing... just having to deal with the incompetence and ignorance of teenage children. It's nothing, go back to bed. I'll join you later."

"Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?"

"Oh, because you're such an expert in listening." He continued preparing the potion with precision. "No, I don't want to talk. I want to be left alone. Now go back to bed." Your hand found his shoulder, and you let your lips meet the soft fabric of his robes. "Try not to overwork yourself."

"I'll try." He didn't look away from the potion, but he could feel his annoyance melting away a little. "You're not going to leave, are you?"

"No. You know I can't sleep without you." His muscles stiffened against your palm. Your fingertips travelled his bony shoulders down to his back, resting around his waist. A faint smirk lingered on his lips, barely dimmed by the candlelight. Your fingers tightened over his clothed flesh. "Stay." He whispered. 

[noamortentia]

Faltering

Your usual fights never ceased and Snape was growing more frustrated with your tone. It was perhaps the fact that he always seemed to stir your calmness with his icy remarks, or maybe and more likely that you've been secretly together for months and no sweet words were ever uttered by him. You had already explicitly let him know how you felt about him, but never hearing a sound back. Your eyes glowed bright with the tears soon to fall. At this sight Snape turned away, as he typically did, not being able to face your pain. This time you couldn't hold your tongue and the words came out harsher than you had intended. "Have you got no empathy at all, any love?"

He flinched as if the word "love" pained him. His grip on your jaw tightens almost unconsciously, his warm breath hitting your face. "Love?" He said it like it was a curse. "You think I don't know that? You think I haven't tried? But love—" A harsh, bitter laugh escapes him. You waited anxiously for him to continue. Just as your lips parted to urge him on, he cut you off again. "Love is just another way to hand someone the knife they'll use to gut you." 

His voice drops lower, rougher. "My mother loved my father, yet he broke her. Lily loved Potter and she died for it." His black eyes never left yours, a fleeting tenderness hypnotizing you. "And me?" His thumb brushes over your cheek to wipe away a tear with a touch so soft it contradicts everything else about him.

"I love you, Y/N. That terrifies me." He went suddently quiet, his words barely spoken but devastating in its honesty. 

[noamortentia]

Happy birthday, Severus!!!

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"nOt So FAst PoTTah"

[noamortentia]

The Professor’s Little Kitten (Part 1?)

(Trigger warnings: slightly non-consensual, light smut)

In the dimly lit potion classroom, Professor Severus Snape looms, a whip held firmly in his grasp. His assistant, Y/N, stands before him, her eyes wide with surprise and a hint of fear. This was not the detention she had anticipated.

“P-professor?” she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper.

Snape regards her with a cold, impassive expression. “I believe your detention is scheduled to begin,” he states, his voice echoing ominously in the silence.

“Wh-what are you thinking?” Y/N stammers, her voice trembling.

With a swift motion, Snape raises the whip. “Silence!” he commands, his voice cutting through the air like a knife.

Y/N’s eyes widen further, her heart pounding in her chest. Snape meets her gaze, his dark eyes devoid of any warmth. He brings the whip close to her face, causing her to flinch involuntarily. “You are a disgrace to this school,” he begins, his voice dripping with disdain. "You are a waste of my time. You have no common sense. I have seen paperweights more useful than you. If you can’t do anything right…”

“And you intend to…? Don’t tell me I…” Y/N begins, her voice trailing off in disbelief.

“Shut. Your mouth,” Snape interrupts, his voice stern and unyielding. “Or you will spend the next hour in the dungeon. If I catch you uttering another word, you will spend the entire night here.” He places the whip on her back, a stern reminder of his authority. “And don’t think I am letting you go from detention just for being obedient. You know what to do!” With that, he turns on his heel and walks away, leaving Y/N to her task.

“Y-yes sir…” Y/N murmurs, quickly setting off to start it.

“Good girl,” Snape remarks with a smirk, his voice echoing in the now empty room as he exits and locks the door behind him.

Left alone, Y/N rushes to dust off the shelves, her hands shaking slightly as she ensures the are exceptionally clean.

Through the door, after some time had passed, she can hear Snape’s footsteps. “You have ten minutes to finish the task. Or I will enter to check your progress."

“TEN MINUTES?” Y/N exclaims, her voice filled with disbelief.

“Oh, the work seems too hard for you? It’s better I check then,” Snape retorts, his voice laced with sarcasm. Y/N’s eyes widen and she quickly resumes her cleaning. “NO!” she yells back, her voice echoing in the room.

“Yes!” Snape replies, his footsteps growing louder as he approaches the door.

“Sir, I’m… still not finished, please,” Y/N pleads, her voice trembling.

“Then you should hurry up,” Snape advises, his footsteps sounding even closer. Y/N starts to clean faster, her heart pounding in her chest.

The footsteps stop right at the door. Snape opens it.

“You’re done?! Already!” Snape exclaims, his voice filled with surprise. Y/N’s arms are tired, she was barely able to finish the job in ten minutes.

“Is it to your liking?” Y/N asks, her voice filled with apprehension.

“Hm. I see some dust on these books,” Snape remarks, walking towards her. Y/N’s heart starts to pound as Snape grabs her wrists and pulls her closer. “You still need some discipline.”

“What?” Y/N gasps, her eyes wide with surprise.

Snape grabs her chin with his other hand whispering to her. “You need to be put back in your proper place…”

“Professor…” Y/N murmurs, her voice barely audible.

He smiles wickedly. “Don't speak unless you're spoken to. Or I will give you something to yell about.” Severus pulls her closer... his lips close to her ear. He is so tall, his dark eyes are on hers. Another whisper is heard “I know how much you want me, want me to pleasure you,” his tone is teasing and flirty.

“I…” Y/N mumbles.

“Oh how much I could do to you. What could I do to you... I know you want it.” Professor Snape murmurs, his hand gently brushing against Y/N’s cheek. His breath, cool and steady, sends a shiver down her spine. Y/N feels as if she’s been encased in ice, her body rigid and unresponsive. It takes her a moment to comprehend the reality of the situation. Her mouth falls open in surprise, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. Snape draws her closer, so close that their noses almost touch. His breath, warm and slightly minty, lingers on her skin. He studies her once more, taking in her wide-eyed surprise, her flushed cheeks, and her eyes, so full of fear and curiosity. “You have no idea how much I desire you, Miss,” he whispers, his voice barely audible. “But I’m afraid you’ll need some discipline first.”

“No…”

With a swift, deliberate motion, Snape pulls Y/N towards him and pushes her against the wall. He towers over her, his presence overwhelming and his proximity unnerving as Severus looks down on her, as if examining a toy of his. She can feel the heat radiating from his body, a stark contrast to the cold stone wall behind her. Y/N finds her arms pinned by his firm grip, rendering her immobile. Snape looks down at her, his gaze as intense as if he were scrutinizing an intriguing new specimen.

“Well, look at that,” he whispers, his voice barely audible. “You are just like a cute little kitten. I could do whatever I wanted with you, whatever I wish.” He leans in, his lips brushing against her neck, trailing a path upwards, slowly, towards her lips.

Snape whispers in her ear, smirking. "I want you to have a taste of your professor." The tension is so intimate. She can feel his touch on her lips, his eyes on hers and her breath heavy... and then he kisses her. The kiss lasts for minutes, as if he was a hungry wolf devouring his precious catch. Y/N breaths heavily and as her eyes open, face red, breaths short, her eyes meet his. 

Severus takes his whip again, caressing her face and grabbing her lips. They feel soft and tender under his fingers. "Such a good girl." he whispers. "Good girls deserve a reward." He puts his finger on her lips and stops her from talking. Her eyes are filled with wonder and fear.

Looking at her intensely... and whispering again: "Would you do anything for me? You are my favorite, my little kitten."

She can't speak. Her heart is pounding, her cheeks so incredibly red… Severus pulls her by the hair, as he leans forward. His lips find hers another time, slowly, but still hard, rough and hungry. He keeps pressing his lips on hers, his hand behind her neck, forcing her to kiss him. Y/N melts under his touch. She is entirely powerless against the touch of his fingers, her legs weak... 

[noamortentia]

Did i sutter? I said, "On. Your. Knees."

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[i-feel-fantastic-deactivated202]

Voldemort: I am the greatest Legilimens of all time!!1!1!1 no one can Occlude me!1!1!!!!

Severus Snape, the greasy, skinny half-blood bastard kid from the slums:

[mrs-snape5984]

Right!!!

[noamortentia]

Just a quick little sketch.

His nose ❤️

[noamortentia]

"You have just earned yourself a detention."

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[galbalmuhet]

I'm coming to you sweetheart... 🖤

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[madamestephanie]

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[noamortentia]

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