hihihi!! i saw ur requests are open so I'll take the opportunity hehe.
so basically it's about fred weasley x fem!reader X george weasley. so basically a threesome and/or a poly relationship. I'll get straight to it— so basically the twins hear the reader humming a song that goes like "i can do a lot with fifteen minutes, only gonna take two to make you finish..." (15 minutes by sabrina carpenter wink wink) and the twins hear it and feel challenged. so they go through their way to prove reader wrong, and maybe they could challenge each other on who'll finish first xD
im new to tumblr so i don't know much what to say in an request other than the basics 🥹 but yeah, take your time if you ever pick this and i love your works especially how you write!! lots of love <3333 !!!!
Ooh okay! I'm actually in love with this, like hello? 🫠 We love Paris. 🙏🏻 Let me write this and I'll get back to you! (Also let me listen to the song because I haven't listened to any of her music before🫣)
Thank you so much for the request, love. The link for it can be found >here< along with my H.P/Slytherin M.list linked below 🫶
You're so sweet 🥹 I'm so happy you enjoy my writing 💞 I promise I'll update more, and thank you for your patience love, I'm just getting back after being on-hiatus.
H.P/Slytherin M.list H.P/Slytherin Taglist Asks/Requests - OPEN
CW: Mentions of death and war, on-page character death(kinda), body disposal, survivor's guilt, insomnia, drinking, Google translated French, DeathEater!Mattheo and DeathEater!Regulus is its own trigger warning, let's be honest.
Part One
~ Y/n ~
One Year Later
“Are you sure you’re ready to be back, Ms. Waters? Nobody would blame you if you wanted to take another year. Or perhaps we should revisit the idea of learning from home?”
I shift my gaze from the fireplace to Headmistress McGonagall, standing by her desk with a sympathetic expression that makes a ball form in my throat. “I’m sure, Headmistress,” I clear my throat and steady my voice. “I want to be here. I should be here.”
McGonagall sighs softly, thankfully not fighting me on the subject of my return to Hogwarts again. “Alright then, if this is really what you want,” she takes a step closer to me, her hands clasped in front of her waist.
“I want you to know that I understand why you did what you did. " Her tone softens even further as if she is sharing a secret.
My eyes snap back up to hers as that damn ball forms in my throat again. “I got people killed, Minerva,” my tone comes across as more ashamed than I would prefer to show. McGonagall’s first name slips from my lips on accident; I guess that was bound to happen at some point. Having been through a literal war together.
“You did no such thing,” her voice stiffens, sounding just like a professor again, her eyes narrowing as if she is about to give me a lifelong detention. “You did what you did because you care. Not because you wanted to get people hurt. That blame falls on Voldemort and those who willingly followed him.”
I will myself to believe what she is saying, having repeated the same thing to myself time and time again, night after night. “It doesn’t feel that way.”
McGonagall steps closer, placing a hand on my shoulder. “I can understand that. As I’m sure a lot of people could, all of them probably feeling the same way you do right now. That people died because they didn’t do something different,” her fingers gently squeeze my shoulder in a reassuring gesture.
“That doesn’t make it true. You did what you felt was best, and who knows? Maybe you saved even more people in the process; best to look at the glass half-full in these times, dear.”
Her hand drops from my shoulder, and she straightens up. “Now, why don’t we head down to the Great Hall? The other students should be arriving soon. Have you decided whether or not you want to be sorted again?”
“No, I’m not going to be sorted again,” I say as I follow McGonagall out of her office and down the empty corridor. I was sorted into Slytherin, and I want to stay there." My tone is more steady than I thought it would be, and I thank whatever God there is for it.
The silence that follows my response only lasts a few moments; the only sound filling it is our shoes against the stone floor before she finally speaks. “You realize some of the returning students in Slytherin may try to cause trouble, given that you didn’t take Voldemort’s side. They might hold a grudge.”
I barely blink as I listen to her response. Used to people thinking that Slytherins view the world just one way. Black and white, good and evil, all of that. I expect some students to feel that way, those who followed him willingly. But as far as I know, those who willingly followed him are either still in Azkaban, dead, or otherwise dropped off the face of the Earth.
But there is a nagging question in the back of my mind, one I’ve never asked before. Whether it’s because I didn’t want to hear the bad answer or because I didn’t know how to face the alternative is still unclear to me.
“Are they coming back?”
~ Mattheo ~
The blood on my hands makes it hard to get a good grip on the fucker’s jacket as I drag him to the shallow grave where he will rot in the ground. This place is too good for him, too clean. But fuck it, what are you going to do?
“Just can’t help making a mess, can you?” Regulus raises an eyebrow as he watches me drag this fucker across the forest floor. The not-so-subtle mocking tone in his voice makes my fucking eye twitch.
I drop the fucker’s arms and stand up straight, my breathing heavy with exertion. “You could fuckin’ help, you know,” my words are clipped as I take a deep breath. “It’s not like I killed him myself.”
Regulus scoffs a dry laugh, pushing himself off of the tree he was leaning on, and brushes off his jacket. “True, you didn’t kill him. I did.”
This motherfucker.
A low growl vibrates in my throat, warning him not to push me further, and he raises his hands in mock surrender as he grabs the dead asshole’s legs to help me dump him into his shallow grave.
“Easy, tiger. You know I’m right,” he grunts as we drop the dead body in the grave, pulling out a handkerchief from his jacket to wipe his hands. “You just tortured him.”
“Not nearly enough,” I grit, pulling out a zippo lighter from my pocket. “He deserved worse than he got,” I place a joint between my lips and light it before tossing the lighter on the fucker’s dead body. “...especially for threatening her.”
I watch his jaw tick on the other side of the makeshift grave, the flames roaring and casting a glow in the night air. His eyes are down on the flames, on the dead body inside of the shallow grave.
“I know,” he finally breaks the silence that has built between us as I blow out the smoke from my joint, my hands and fingers still stained with blood.
I ash the joint over the grave, the ash disappearing into the flames. “Do you think she’ll be there?”
He finally looks up, locking his eyes with mine, and I smirk when I see his eyes crack with a hint of vulnerability. “She better be,” he says, his eyes rising again to look behind me. I turn my head, following his gaze to the Hogwarts castle behind us.
My fingers tighten around the joint, and my jaw clenches. The echo of my name on her lips is ingrained into my mind. The way she looked at us that day, surprised, a little shocked… but still y/n. Our y/n. The way that the dirt and blood caked her beautiful skin, a feral look in her eyes as she tried to reach us, and her voice hoarse from screaming all night during the battle.
Fucking beautiful.
And so damn vulnerable.
It’s another reason why we had to kill the Auror who ‘helped us transition.’ Which is really just the Ministry code for interrogating and torturing those of us who were technically still kids and weren’t sentenced to Azkaban.
How the two of us weren’t sentenced, I’ll never fucking know. Before the battle, we followed my father closely, his most trusted confidants, and killed without mercy.
I can still remember the smell of his breath and the pain that would radiate throughout my face as his fist connected with my jaw. His threats to hurt y/n when nobody was around to listen made my blood boil every time. The fact that he was questioning her just for knowing us, for being our closest friend before the war…
Well, I got my pound of flesh. Several of them, in fact.
~ Regulus ~
If people avoided us before, they aren’t now. Their whispers follow Mattheo and me as we approach the castle gates, his hands now free of the blood from torturing that Auror, slicing through his body with the same calm brutality as they whipped ours with at the reintegration center.
But I don’t care because she is here somewhere in the sea of students. I didn’t lie when Mattheo asked me if I thought she would be here. I know she will. She has nowhere else to go.
And I have nowhere else to be.
The castle lights glow against the night sky, and there are no bloodstains on the stone steps from the battle—it is almost as if it never happened. But just because you wash the ground and rebuild the walls, nothing will lift the lingering scent of death that clings to every molecule in the air.
Truthfully, I don’t want to be here, and neither does Mattheo, but it was either this or house arrest with another Auror teaching us. No fucking thank you. Besides, I’ve been away from mon chéri for too long already. (my dear)
“Black, Riddle. Long time, no see.”
My gaze snaps to the side, landing on Marcus Flint.
Putain génial. (Fucking awesome)
He saunters up to me and Mattheo, a sly grin on his face that makes me want to bash his head against the stone wall he was leaning against.
“Flint, I see they let you out of that cesspit,” Mattheo laughs from my side, his humor dry and sarcastic. “What made you decide to come back?”
Marcus looks off to the side, winking at a girl who can’t be older than a sixth year, making the urge to bash his head in seem even more tempting. “The ass, mate, why else?” Marcus’ gaze shifts back to us, a smirk on his face as he waits for us to agree with him.
“Ah, still the charmer, aren’t we?” My voice drips with condescension. Flint’s family all joined the Death Eaters willingly, but I was there when Marcus got his dark mark. I saw the hesitation in his eyes, the flicker of doubt that crossed them before he howled with pain at the spell that made him what he now pretends to be—one of us.
He blinks dumbly a few times before he laughs, patting my arm like we’re the best of friends. “You’re something else, Regulus, you know that?” He jokes, but his laughter dies, and he pulls his hand back the second he sees the danger in my eyes. “Yeah, well… I’ll see you guys around.”
“Save some bitches for the rest of us this year, eh, Riddle?” He turns his humor to Mattheo in one last attempt to rub elbows with people he doesn’t even deserve to look at.
A cruel and charming smirk tugs at the corner of Mattheo’s lips, a look of mock amusement in his eyes. “Don’t count on it, Flint. But I might try to leave some of them interested,” his words are good-natured, but his tone is anything but—filled with the same sense of entitlement and ego that has followed Mattheo our whole lives.
I scoff a chuckle and shake my head as we walk around Marcus, not waiting around to hear whatever fumbled response he musters up.
A group of older students is formed around the entrance to the Great Hall, waiting to be re-sorted. I get it; war changes people and leaves marks that go deeper than physical wounds, but that’s no reason to run from your house. To abandon your family.
Or, what you have left of it, at least.
~ Y/n ~
“Lost, Waters?” Millicent’s grating and nasilly voice grinds against my eardrums as I sit down at the Slytherin table. Her sickeningly sweet, vanilla perfume wafting through the air even four seats down. The sarcasm in her voice is unmistakeable and filled with venom.
Fitting.
I let out a small huff of breath, turning my head away from her. “Good to see you too, Bulstrode,” my voice comes out surprisingly even and controlled, turning to look at her with a raised eyebrow in an attempt to look even more aloof. “Have a nice summer?”
Her jaw tightens, along with almost every other Slytherin at the table as if I just killed her cat that she drags with her everywhere. The entire table going eerily silent.
Weird.
“Best not to talk about what you don’t know…princess.”
My breath catches in my chest, his warm breath cascading down the back of my neck, a hint of smoke on his breath that overpowers Millicent’s sickening vanilla perfume. I’d know that voice anywhere. Low, rumbling, with a charming cockiness that makes you want to both kiss and slap him.
“Mattheo…”
I barely breathe his name, turning my head to look up at him, Regulus standing beside him. "Regulus..." Their presence demanding respect like always, but there’s a flicker of something deeper in their gazes. Almost…vulnerability? As if they missed me as much as I missed them. The sight of them standing in front of me, bringing up a storm of emotions inside me.
The corner of Mattheo’s mouth tugs up in his signature cocky grin, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his robes. “The one and only. Miss us, princess?” His low and playful voice hits my ears again, bringing me back to myself.
I clear my throat softly, my gaze flickering to Regulus and his calculating and reserved expression before looking back at Mattheo. “Yeah. It’s good to see you both,” my voice comes out more forced than I intended it to. I am happy to see them, but it’s not the same as before.
Mattheo’s eyes narrow, his charming and aloof expression cracking slightly. Clearly not pleased with my lack of enthusiasm, but he masks it quickly with another charming smile.
“Yeah. I can see you’re practically jumping out of your seat,” he responds, the tension and sarcasm in his voice evident as he sits down next to me, Regulus sitting down on my other side without a word, per usual.
I stiffen in my seat, my fingers drumming against my thigh under the table over my robes. “Well, I’d ask what you guys have been up to, but apparently that’s a touchy subject,” my gaze flickers to Millicent again, who has gone back to her conversation with her friends.
“Nobody is ready to talk about it, petite étoile. Best not to pry,” Regulus’ French accent comes out soft and silky, like a ribbon ready to wrap around me and pull me closer to him, drawing my gaze to his. The way his black hair falls in little curls down his forehead makes me want to push them back, to run my fingers through them like I used to. (little star)
I swallow and straighten up in my seat, forcing myself to look away only to find Mattheo still sitting on my other side, their bodies forming walls on either side of me, and I thank whatever God there is for the sorting and re-sorting ceremonies beginning. McGonagall’s stern voice calling the Great Hall to order and giving me an excuse to not respond as they get up from their seats on either side of me, and move further down the table when Draco Malfoy and Lorenzo Berkshire take their seats further down the table.
“See you around, princess.”
Mattheo’s words linger in the air, playful, but with a lingering darkness. It’s not a question but a statement, as if nothing can keep them away from me.
You can just call me 'Elle'. While my blog name is 'AllTheSmutL0vers', or my occasional sign-off, 'SmutL0vers', those can be kind of a mouth full.
My pronouns: She/Her My age: 25 My house: Gryffindor
What I write: Primarily, I write Harry Potter/Slytherin Boys content, but I also write Supernatural content.
My favorite Slytherin is Regulus, but I love all of them. My favorite Gryffindor(s) are Fred and George, obvi. But I love a good morally grey Harry. 🫣
My favorite books
The Hunger Games series (so stoked for Haymitch's book!) But I also really love dark romance, if that isn't obvious. I loved Credence, Haunting/Hunting Adeline, Sick Boys/Evil Boys/Vile Boys, and the Salacious Players Club series.
My favorite music
My favorite band is 'A Day To Remember,' but I love all punk-rock music, especially from the early 2000s and 2010s. I also love country music, Taylor Swift, Gracie Abrams, and divorced dad rock. Daughtry, anyone?
I am writing my own novel
It's a dark romance, RH, College Bully, Supernatural-inspired novel. Release TBD.
Rules for my blog
Please read the few rules I have for Requests/Asks, and interactions with my stories. All pretty much go without saying, but please read them anyway.
No kink shaming
No kink shaming of any kind will be tolerated. My blog and my stories are safe spaces for everyone. That's why we have cw's. It's okay not to like a certain kink/fetish/trope. But it is not okay to shame someone for liking it. Don't yuck someone else's yum, and all that.
Specify if you want 'Fluff' or 'Smut' when making requests
I'm pretty sure this one goes without saying, but I'm going to put it down anyway for anyone who may be new, or just might now know to specify. If you do not specify, I'm going to just assume 'Smut' since it is the majority of what I write. Please also include any kinks/tropes you specifically want included.
Anon Asks are not there for you to be a dick
Again, this one goes without saying. But threatening/harassing/bullying in my anon asks will not be tolerated and will result in a temporary suspension of the service until I'm ready to open them up again. (Warning Notice post will be posted beforehand, and DM anon requests will still be available.) Which brings me to my last rule.
My DM's are open for requests and suggestions. Keep it friendly.
If you want to ask me a question, send a request, or even leave a nice comment or suggestion, that is completely fine. However, please follow the same guidelines as the previous rule, and be respectful. I am in a happy, committed, and monogamous relationship with my long-time Slytherin boyfriend. 🥰🖤
Y'all. I'm so stoked for you guys to read this new Slytherin story I'm writing. 🫣 Like, I'm literally sitting here, kicking my feet and giggling. 🤭
You can read the prologue here the post also contains any and all content warnings for the entire story. Keep in mind that this story is going to be NSFW, and a dark romance. Part one coming today.
I am also excited to announce that I have been working on organizing my masterlists, (making new ones) as well as taglist posts, and a lil 'get to know me' since I see other people doing it.
I hope you guys like the layout of my new story, as well as my new and improved masterlists/taglists (coming today).
p.s - The banners/gifs I am using I found on no-credit-needed posts, but if you see your own work on my posts that was stolen by someone else, please let me know so I can at least credit you and/or use different ones in the future.
p.p.s- I tried my hardest not to copy anyone's aesthetic for their posts/blogs, I'm still learning how to personalize my blog, and just want it to look cleaner as I learn more. I never want to steal anyone's layout.
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by AllTheSmutL0vers
NSFW, 18+, MDNI
Y/n loves nothing more than a quiet night curled up on the couch writing smutty Supernatural Fanfiction and working on her latest spicy romance novel. Being the daughter of Jim Beaver, the actor who plays 'Bobby' on her favorite show should open up all of the doors she needs to be a famous author. But it doesn't; her dad always wanted her to follow in his footsteps, and when she doesn't, he cuts her off.
Everything changes for her when Chuck shows up at her doorstep, offering her the chance of a lifetime. To take her away to the universe she's grown to love. He only asks for one thing in return, her help to save him from his fate.
Y/n has conditions for this deal. After all, if you're going to make a deal with God, you have to read between the lines.
What waits for her is something she never expected, things that she has only ever written about in her fanfictions.
But what happens when everything starts to fall apart? Will the ends justify the means? Just how much did her presence change everything?
And more importantly, who will make it out alive. After all, the first rule of hunting is that you can't save everyone.
Words: 212, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005), Supernatural (TV 2005) RPF
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Castiel's Trenchcoat (Supernatural), Reader
Relationships: Sam Winchester/You, Sam Winchester/Reader, Sam Winchester/Original Female Character(s), Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel & Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester/You, Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean Winchester/Original Female Character(s), Castiel (Supernatural)/You, Castiel (Supernatural)/Original Female Character(s)
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