#professor longbottom

[arlesposting]

this is how i imagine john green when he was writing the fault in our stars

[skrewtiny]

1B Longbottom or 1C Dromgoole please 👉👈 you don't have to if your don't want to ofc

Thank you for the request! 💖✨

Here they are:

Here’s what’s left, all requests are greatly appreciated. We’re so close to filling it out! :DDD

[ace-aussie-asshole]

I know it’s somewhat popular fanon based on Matthew Lewis growing up to be super conventionally attractive but look at this guy.

Tell me this beautiful man isn’t super pretty.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

hello there! i'd like to request a harry potter matchup

heya! the name's helios and i go by he/they, through i prefer he more. i don't mind any gender but i do have a male lean. ⋆☀︎｡

physical: 

a short king through and through. i enjoy being short, heels are fun. i don’t want to get too into detail about how i look like. but a few notable features i have are my moles! my body is littered with moles, especially on my back. i also have dimples and small almond eyes. when i smile, my eyes practically disappear. people say i have a soothing voice! i am a teacher so my voice tends to be softer yet clear than most.

personality: 

i am usually silent when meeting people for the first time. polite and friendly but never really connecting with people. i am usually composed and prefer watching. i'm self conscious about my image so i tend to stick to myself in places i dont know. but when i feel comfortable or i know that the people don't know/won't report to my relatives, i'll relax. more often than not, i mirror vibes and personality too.

if i wanted to, i could flirt. i'd tease and compliment someone till they are blushing. i can be playful and loud, but that's reserve for people who really know me. i'm every empathetic and try to understand other people's emotions as best as I can. i try to be patient, being a teacher taught me so. and i rarely snap or get angry. comforting is one of the things that i hear a lot when describing me. 

but underneath all that mysterious pretty boy sona i got going on, i am my own kind of weird. i embrace my weird and feminine side of me. i can get a but snappy, and when I get tired i practically get annoyed at everything. and i also tend to be secretive, vulnerability is hard. 

hobbies:

writing, singing, reading, learning to dance but sucks at it

likes:

i unironically enjoy learning, if it is on my own terms. i love psychology and enjoy learning about people's behaviours. other than being a nerd, i love nature. i just wanna sit in a forest and peacefully read. 

romance: 

i'm a very confident person. i don't get jealous easily, cause i can get really smug. parading the fact that they are my partner and they chose me. i enjoy teasing my partner and pampering them with affection. i can get pretty clingy, but i'm easy to talk to. i'll sweet talk my way into their arms if i have to <3 

negatively, i do struggle a lot with keeping communications. there are times i forget social media exist and disappear for a week or so. i also struggle a lit with vulnerability, which can make it hard to get close.

deal breakers:

close minded people. i want someone who i can talk to about anything, from controversial to intellectual. it's okay if they aren't as smart or quick as me, as long as they are open to listen. i also don't like shallow people. those that only focus on the outside instead of getting to know someone. i do consider pairing up with them if i know that there is a chance for them to change.

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thank you for reading! if you'd like an exchange, i can do that too!

Hi, Helios!

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I enjoyed our conversation, and I am so excited about our exchange!

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I really hope you like your matchup!

Enjoy!

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Romantic Matchup; Harry Potter

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Romantic;

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Harry Potter;

Neville Longbottom -

You arrive at Hogwarts as one of the newer professors

A bit nervous about fitting in with the stablished staff

Neville is the first to greet you warmly, his dimpled grin easing your nerves almost instantly

He insists on giving you a "grand tour"

(That would honestly take ten hours)

Though halfway through, he gets distracted by a potted plant drooping in the corridor and kneels down to talk to it before pulling out his wand to help

You can't help but laugh

A soft, low chuckle that Neville finds oddly comforting

He notices your soothing voice almost immediately

In fact, the first time you speak during a staff meeting

he unconsciously sits up straighter, caught by the calm clarity you carry

He'll later admit it reminds him of Professor Lupin

(RIP)

When you introduce yourself to his plants in the greenhouse, Neville takes it as a sign that you're someone who belongs in his world

"Most people don't bother," He says sheepishly, cheeks pink, "But they notice, you know. Plants. They like it when people are kind."

Neville is charmed by your mix of maturity and mischief

At first, you're the quiet, steady presence in the staff lounge that he naturally gravitates toward

But when you finally start to open up, he's caught off guard

In the best way

By your teasing humor and bursts of energy

He's a listener, not much of a talker

And he loves how easy you are to speak with

On the days you ramble on, animated and bright, Neville just sits there, dimples showing, soaking it all in

"You're easy to listen to."

Your confidence draws him in

But it's your soft edges

The clinginess you try to mask

The occasional silence when you disappear into yourself

That make Neville's heart ache in recognition

He understands what it's like to pull back, to struggle with vulnerability

He doesn't push, he just stays

Always there when you circle back

The staff quickly notices that the two of you spend a lot of time together

Shared lunches in the greenhouse

Late-night grading in your office

Neville bringing you tea or coffee without being asked

For Nev, it starts small

The way your eyes crinkle when you smile so wide

The smug little grin you get when you tease him into flushing pink

The way you reach out without hesitation

Adjusting his robes or brushing dirt off his cheek

He finds himself lingering after your conversations

Reluctant to leave your side

His hands itch to hold yours, but he doesn't care

Not yet

For you, it's the quiet strength he exudes

How he looks at his students with so much faith it makes your chest ache

How he lights up when he talks to his plants or about them

He becomes the one person you want to tell things to first

The tension simmers in the small touches

His hand brushing yours when he hands over a quill

Your shoulder bumping his when you walk side by side

He swears the greenhouse air is warmer when you're there, though maybe it's just him

It happens one late evening in the greenhouse

You've been helping him repot a stubborn Venomous Tentacula, your sleeves rolled up, your voice teasing him

Nev can't stop watching the way the light passing through the greenhouse glass glows against your skin

Tracing the scattered moles along your arms

He swallows hard and realizes he's hopeless

"I- I like you. More than I should, probably. More than friends."

It was so sudden

Nev almost surprised himself

His face is scarlet, but he forces himself to meet your eyes

Your grin, smug and warm, "Took you long enough, Nev."

When he blinks in stunned silence, you step closer, brushing soil off his cheek

"I was wondering how many nights in this greenhouse you'd need before you'd figure it out."

Nev chuckles, half embarrassed, half giddy, before pulling you into the clumsiest, sweetest hug

Neville is the kind of partner who shows his love in simple, thoughtful ways

You'll find pressed wildflowers tucked into your books

Mugs of coffee or tea waiting on your desk

Little sketches of plants slipped into your notes

You, in turn, are unabashed about your affection

You sling your arm around him in the hall

Hold his hand under the staff table

Kiss his cheek whenever you pass him

At first, Nev blushes furiously, but after a while, he begins to glow under the attention

He's not jealous

But when you parade your confidence and say things like, "This is my partner. They chose me," Nev feels ten feet tall

He'll quietly squeeze your hand, pride swelling in his chest

On nights you go quiet and retreat into yourself, Nev doesn't pry

He just sits beside you, quietly humming or tending to a plant until you're ready

And when you lean against him again, he presses a kiss to your temple

You two often share quiet mornings in his greenhouse, sipping tea or coffee while the plants unfurl in the dawn light

Nev hums as he works, and you tease him about sounding like an old man already

You bet he'd be great at knitting or crocheting

He just grins

Grading papers together turns into long evenings with you sprawled across the sofa, Nev leaning against you, your hand in his hair

He gets flustered every time you kiss his dimples

You lover pampering him

Straightening his tie before class

Rubbing his shoulders and back when he's hunched over

He acts bashful, but he melts under your touch

Sometimes, he'll surprise you with a picnic in the greenhouse

He's not flashy, but it's so him that your heart aches

Neville takes you on hikes

He points out rare plants to you

You two sneak into Hogsmeade for butterbeer dates

You tease him mercilessly when he gets foam on his upper lip

In winter, you build lopsided snowmen outside the castle

He teaches you how to care for some of the gentler magical plants

Date nights are simple but heartfelt

Stargazing on the Astronomy Tower

Wandering the grounds hand in hand

Neville, bashful after you kiss him in the staffroom; “Not in front of McGonagall!”

You grin smugly, “What, jealous she’ll want me too?”

Neville, flushes pink, “Merlin’s sake-”

But he’s smiling

[raiseyourwandshigh]

[bvbygrl-writes]

Imagine after that night at the lake she tries to go back to how it was but he keeps making seemingly innocent comments but there's always a mocking undertone that only she could understand, and even in front of other students he'll whisper degrading and dirty things to her like he was giving school advice and she finally breaks after weeks and shows up to class with one of her old skirts from her yearly hogwarts years that's now too small just to get even more comments from him because she can't deny how much she loves it. Such a stark contrast from the helpful and adoring professor everyone knows and the one that calls her a dirty slut for not wearing panties to class

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Pairing: Professor!Neville Longbottom x Student!Reader (part 2 to this)

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: student / teacher relationship, degradation, slight mention of cum play

18+ MINORS / ACCOUNTS WITHOUT AGE DNI YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

After that night at the lake, things had seemingly gone back to normal on the outside. However on the inside, both of them were in replaying the scene like a movie.

Neville had tossed the girls clothes a bit closer to the edge of the lake before turning and walking off, leaving (Y/n) with her heart and mind racing. Deciding not to push her luck she climbed out of the lake with haste, quickly beginning to put her clothing on. She started with her vintage night gown, reaching down to put on the matching underwear. However she gasped, mouth agape at the state of them. The crotch part of her underwear was filled with a puddle of cum.

Her eyes watched as Professor Longbottom's mouth moved, speaking words she couldn't focus at all during today's lesson. The corners of her mouth turned upwards slightly as the Herbology professor smiled, answering a student's question. How was this the same man who had said such dirty things to her? Who sat there, defiling her with the mere intensity of his gaze?

Her thighs clenched shut under the table as she remembered the feeling of her cum filled panties. The way his semen felt sticky and warm against her throbbing clit. Shaking her head, she ran a hand over her face as she tried to tune back into the lesson.

"And to end this lesson, I must say while I am not suggesting you sneak to the lake to see how much better the water is for certain plants, I am saying to be careful!" their eyes locked on one another as he continued with his speech. "Some of the most insane and unbelievable things have been known to happen there." he finished, the pitch of his voice dropping. "Class dismis...sed." he shook his head, the students fleeing from the greenhouse before he could even finish his words. But as usual, (Y/n) lingered around.

"Are you staying for tea, love? I put the kettle on towards the end of class so it'd be warm. We can look over your notes to make sure you've got the lesson down." he asked, setting down two beat up mugs on the table in front of them. Her body relaxed at the smell of fresh peppermint tea wafting up from the cup, the steam causing her face to grow even warmer.

"Of course, Professor. I actually had a question on..." she drifted off, clearing her throat at the feeling of his soft chest pressing against her back as he peered over her shoulder. The girl had to practically pierce her tongue with her teeth to keep from moaning at the scent of his gentle cologne invading her senses. She felt her body heat up as she realized not a singular note had been written on her scroll. A layer of goosebumps and sweat coated her body as he chuckled, noticing her lack of notes as well.

"Seems like you missed the entire lesson despite being present the entire time. Perhaps your question was about....something else?" he whispered, the stubble on his face gently scratching the side of the girl's face. She froze, stuttering a bunch of nonsensical words. He had her right where he wanted her and they both knew it.

"N-no! Um, just the lesson. I was wondering if you could explain it to me again but a bit slower?" she managed to get out, proud of herself for even being able to utter anything with the position they were in. Neville rolled his eyes, thanking Merlin that she couldn't see his expression from behind her, sighing as he walked over to the plant he had used in today's lesson.

"Right, of course. Well today...."

Weeks had gone by, and Neville was still finding ways to get under her skin. The little things he'd whisper into her ear during class, the looks he'd give her, and the not so subtle touches he'd place on her body were all slowly eating away at her composure. She was trying to wait, keep things at least somewhat professional until the end of the month when she'd no longer be his student. But that was proving to not be working by the infinite amount of wet dreams she had, the times she'd have to change her panties between classes, and not to mention all the times she had sat there for hours trying to satisfy that pit in her stomach.

Rolling over in bed, she groaned looking at the muggle digital clock she had, the bright red numbers glaring at her angrily. 3:15AM. Every night, every fucking night, she'd lay here tossing and turning coated in sweat from her impure thoughts. The aching between her legs growing more and more. Something had to be done and she knew just exactly what that was.

This plan was so unlike anything she had ever done before but, desperate times called for desperate measures. She had managed to get away with setting it up, slipping into class while Mr.Longbottom was having a conversation with one of her classmates. And during his lecture, she had zipped her robes up completely, making sure her legs were covered and out of sight. She let him do his usual whispering in the ear, not even making an attempt to ignore him. She'd let him have his game during class because once it ended, it'd be her turn to play.

As the final student made their way from the class, (Y/n) started to second guess her choice. Her hands were clammy and sweaty and she was sure if she were to cough, her heart would lurch from her throat. 'It's now or never, (Y/n/n). Don't be a pussy!' She said in her head. Taking a deep breath, she cleared her throat causing the older man to look in her direction.

"It's quite a warm afternoon isn't it, Professor?" He hummed in agreement, smiling at her as he went to lock the door.

"It is. Perhaps we can go borrow some lemons from the elves in the kitchen, make us a pitcher of lemonade." He said, turning to face her. "I know a cozy little spot in the forest with a nice amount of shade."

"Or.." she trailed walking in his direction slowly, her hand on the zipper of her robe. The sound of it gliding down was the only sound either of them could focus off. "I could just cool down like this." her robe dropped to the floor, revealing her attire. Her skirt was small, the bottom of her ass peeking out from below the pleats, pussy on full display with a light layer of arousal along her lips. Her top was most definitely an issue (if you could call it that) as well, the buttons barely held together around her chest, the top few left undone with her cleavage on display.

Neville's pupils darkened as he swiped his hand across his face almost as if he couldn't believe the scene in front of him. All he could hear was the blood rushing in his ears. Silently he began to walk around her in circles, taking in her full appearance. She turned her head to follow his gaze.

"Don't move, face forward and still. You wanted to display yourself to me, for me to objectify and stare at you like this, hm, petal?" he chuckled, dragging his finger through the folds of her pussy with his finger, causing the girl to whimper. Bending down to her eye level, he put his slick covered finger into his mouth, moaning as he taste her. His eyes closed, an expression of pure euphoria present before he began to look at her once again. "I thought you were a good girl, I was giving you the benefit of the doubt during your little whore's bath a few weeks ago but this? I know this was intentional."

He gripped her face with his hand, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Were you walking around like a whore all day? Who else did you flash your cute little pussy to?" her eyes widened, as she attempted to talk, the hold he had on her jaw tight.

"No one, sir! Just you, I-I changed into this before class. It's all...for you." she spluttered out. This side of him that came out when they were alone was intimidating and honestly, a bit frightening. But, she loved every second of it.

"Good. Go bend over my desk so I can show you something those little 7th year boys could never."

[pega7sus]

Jealous (Professor Longbottom x Fem!Reader)

“Sorry? I didn’t quite catch what you said, Y/N/N.”

“I was jealous, Nev.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ WHEN Y/N overhears a few seventh-year girls giggling about the oh-so handsome Professor Longbottom, she can’t help but feel jealous.

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Wife!Reader, Pureblood!Reader, mentions of blushing, fluff, jealousy, unedited writing, and that’s about it :)

I’m still kinda new to Tumblr, since I’m mostly on Wattpad (follow me on there @/sage-like-the-herb if you want to), so don’t judge this too harshly. Also, I felt bored when I wrote this, so the idea is pretty underdeveloped. Because I’m not as active here, don’t expect stuff like this too often 😂 I hope y’all like it, though!

(Edit: It’s sooo short…)

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(Third-person POV)

Y/N was besides herself with excitement. After months of being away from her husband, she finally got an owl with a time and date to meet up. So, that’s how she found herself waiting outside his classroom.

As the bell rang, and students came out of the room in swarms, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a bit awkward.

“Aunt Y/N?” a voice asked suddenly.

Head snapping upward, she met the familiar eyes of Albus Potter. After being introduced to her as if she was family, the whole lot of Potter children had taken to calling her their aunt.

“Albus!” she exclaimed, hugging him. She felt relieved upon realizing that she was still tall in his eyes; he was about shoulder-level to her. “Merlin, you’ve grown! I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Lily keeps talking about you,” Albus commented, breaking out of the embrace. “She wants to know when you and Uncle Neville will come by again.”

“Hopefully soon,” Y/N promised. “Now, run along to lunch, I want to drop by Nev’s office for a bit.”

“There are students inside,” Albus informed her. “A rather annoying lot of seventh-years. They just burst in during class! I’d wait out here for a bit, if I were you.”

“Well then, I suppose I’ll do just that.”

So, she waited.

Thankfully, she didn’t stand for too long. Moments later, a trio of girls came walking out of the room, giggling away madly.

“He’s so cute!” a blonde-haired girl squealed. (Admittedly, the girl reminded Y/N of a prepubescent Hannah Abbott, who had harbored a crush on Neville for years until he rejected her in favor of Ginny Weasley as his Yule Ball date.)

Jealousy slapped a bewildered Y/N across the face.

“Yeah!” the blonde girl’s friend agreed. “I don’t care if he’s married, I’d smash him, for sure.”

Y/N felt disgusted.

“Don’t steal my man,” the third girl joked. “I did the research; our Zodiac signs are compatible. Do wizards even believe in Zodiacs?”

“Whatever,” the blonde girl rolled her eyes. “He’s still eye candy.”

“Excuse me,” Y/N said loudly, unable to take this talk of her husband any louder. “Could you young ladies move, please?” When the girls only gave confused and slightly disgusted looks, she continued. “I’d like to see my husband.”

All three girls stopped mid-conversation.

The second-girl’s face paled. “Y-you’re Professor Longbottom’s w-wife?”

“We don’t mean any harm!” the third girl squeaked, eyes widening in fear. “We were only joking! Right, Jessica?” she nudged the girl beside her.

The blonde girl, Jessica, was at a loss of words. She opened her mouth, then closed it once more. “Sorry, Mrs. Longbottom,” she apologized immediately.

“It’s Mrs. Y/L/N, actually,” Y/N scowled. “Mrs. Longbottom is my mother-in-law. Now move,” filthy mudbloods. Thankfully, she didn’t let the last two words slip out her mouth.

Merlin, marrying a Longbottom sure smacked the pureblood supremacist out of Y/N.

However, Y/N didn’t feel the slightest bit ashamed of herself as she slammed her shoulder against Jessica’s on her way into Neville’s classroom.

Y/N twisted the door handle, and rather aggressively slammed the door open. “Nev?” she called out.

“Y/N/N!” Neville exclaimed, accidentally knocking an empty flower pot off his desk in excitement. “Whoops.” He muttered a quiet Reparo and fixed it, before setting the pot back on his desk.

He was quick to wrap his arms tightly around his wife. They stayed like that for a moment, breathing in the moment, before breaking apart.

“I missed you, Nev,” Y/N sighed, looking her husband in his warm honey-like eyes. She must’ve looked the slightest bit irritated from her encounter with the seventh-years, since he gazed at her in worry.

“What’s wrong, flower?” he asked, concern written on his now angular face (all the chubbiness of his youth had abandoned his post-pubescent figure).

Y/N stayed quiet, feeling too embarrassed to admit it. She could feel a flush creeping up her face.

“Y/N/N?”

Merlin, it sure felt weird to be jealous of bloody seventh-years.

“Iwaskindajealousofthosegirlsthatwereherebefore,” Y/N blurted out, hoping that Neville would drop the subject.

However, her sweet Nev, her sweet, caring Nev, could sense the situation gnawing at her insides, so he wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulders.

“Sorry? I didn’t quite catch what you said, Y/N/N.” Noticing Y/N’s awkward expression and clearly flustered face, he added a soft, “it’s okay, flower, you can tell me. I won’t judge.”

At this point, she wanted to cry. From embarrassment of her predicament, or pure adoration toward her loving husband, Y/N didn’t have a single clue.

“I was jealous, Nev.” Her face must’ve been a tomato by that point.

At his confused look, she elaborated her statement.

“These really pretty seventh-years were leaving your classroom, while talking about how good-looking you are, and I felt jealous. It’s just that— they were gorgeous!” Y/N ranted.

Neville blinked at her. Then, he burst into a fit of laughter. Well, what she assumed was laughter. Neville must’ve been holding back the full brink of his amusement for her sake, since his chuckles sounded rather like wheezes of desperation.

“You were jealous of those girls?” he laughed. “I don’t normally want to talk bad about my students, but they’re the worst group of people I’ve ever encountered. The ironic thing is, they were visiting my room to get some herbs for a Glamour Potion.”

At Y/N’s doubtful look, he spun her around to place both his hands on her shoulders.

“Y/N/N,” he said seriously. “Flower. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on— sorry, Gran,” he joked. Y/N cracked a smile. “I’m so lucky to be married to someone as wonderful as you. You’re kind, loving, appreciative, considerate, and just about every quality that girls like them lack.”

“I—”

“Don’t compare yourself to them,” Neville warned. “Otherwise I’ll have to muster up all my Gryffindor courage just to come up with another motivational speech.” His so-called ‘Gryffindor’ courage must’ve been given a boost by Y/N’s growing smile, since he finished with a passionate “I love you. You. Not them.”

Y/N leaned forward just a bit to press her lips against her husbands.

“I love you too, Nev,” she murmured while kissing him.

The End.

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Not me ending the story in the most third grade-me way ever 💀💀 i haven’t ended a story with ‘the end,’ in a while, but I’ve never actually been motivated to finish my stories in a while, either. Anywho, thoughts on this?? The writing and plot aren’t too bad, right?

[asexualenjolras]

Scorpius Malfoy's first time wearing the Herbology ear muffs was the first time he realised how much noise cancelling aids really helped his sensory issues, so he asked Professor Longbottom if he could keep a pair and Neville said yes immediately because he understood.

Because they're both autistic. And Neville also has sensory issues.

Ever since then, Scorpius would wear his ear muffs walking through the corridors of Hogwarts and in the Great Hall and Albus would always remind him to put them in his bag on a morning because he's the best boyfriend.