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Imagine Snape taking care of you (2-12)

- “They don’t need protection, the Dark Lord is gone.” Snape cried to Dumbledore when he confronted him about the death of your family.          

“And he will return, and the boy needs to be protected.”                             

“What of his sister?”                                                                                       

“She will stay with Sirius." 

- when Sirius was arrested Dumbledore brought you to Hogwarts, planning on making arrangements for you. That was when Snape first saw you, toddling the halls with Hagrid at two. 

 -"Is this…" 

"Yes Severus. Isn’t she a beauty?” Hagrid asked as you looked up at the professor with the greasy black hair, and long nose, a smile on your face as you reached up towards him. 

-He immediately went to Dumbledore and insisted that he be the one to look after you. When asked why he responded with, “She has her father’s eyes, but her mother’s personality." 

-Snape hid you very well from the death eaters, none of them knew that he was caring for a child, much less [Y/N] Potter, however as far as you knew your name was [Y/N] Black, which was to protect you from future Voldemort followers, and you were never told of your true origins. 

-when you turned five Snape decided to start teaching you the basics of potions, which you were very good at. He would love to watch you smile and giggle as you made the most simple potions. 

-You always sat at the teachers table, however you were seated by Hagrid, and while he tried to remain stern in front of the others, he couldn’t help but smile when he heard you refused to eat your vegetables. 

-Hagrid was always the second father-like figure in your life, this was because Snape didn’t want to risk the children of Death eaters discovering that you were Snape’s adopted daughter. However after hours you were solely Snape’s  

-You were the only one who could make Snape act soft, he never scolded you, or raised his voice to you, even when you accidentally blew up a potion. 

-when you were of age to be sorted he feared that you would end up in Slytherin, and much to his relief you were sorted into Gryffindor. 

-you were so scared that Snape would be disappointed that you weren’t a Slytherin, however when you expressed this to him, he told you a story of a little girl with green eyes. 

-He beamed with pride when you were the only first year who could make the potions he assigned, and who passed every test. He would even chuckle sometimes when you tried to assist the Weasley twins and Lee. 

-"Dad?" 

 "Yes [Y/N]." 

"That little girl you told me about… Was that my mother?” He closed his book slowly, “yes. It was." 

"And she was killed by…" 

"A dark wizard, one who…" 

"Am I Harry Potter’s sister?" 

 "Yes. You are." 

"And I am assuming that Sirius Black is not my real father?" 

"Yes." 

 "Am I in danger?" 

"No. I will never let anyone hurt you.” Snape said as you took a step forward and wrapped your arms around him. 

“I love you Dad.” You whispered as Snape teared up a little. 

“I love you too." 

-This was when Snape also revealed everything to you, from how he and Lily met, James teasing him, and everything beyond that point. 

-Every year for Christmas you and Snape would celebrate in the dungeon, which you decorated once all the students left, each year you would make your father a potion, while he normally bought you different ingredients to create potions with, However the year you figured out about James and Lily he made you a book much like the one Hagrid got for Harry. However yours also included photographs of you and him. It was the best present you had ever received.

-He later asked you how you figured it out, which was when you laughed a bit and said, “Hagrid told me.”

-He never forgave Hagrid for telling you…

-During the summer between your first and second year, you informed your father that you wanted to go spend some time over the summer with the Weasleys. He agreed. However he never knew how much he was going to miss you while you were gone. 

-When you returned he was overjoyed, and you told him all about the Burrow. 

-Soon you started spending time every break with the Weasleys. but made sure you still spent some time with Snape,

-When you got your period for the first time, he panicked and tried to make a potion to cure you, thankful Minerva explained everything to you, and informed you that Snape will some day get a grip on it. 

-You finally were able to get through to Fred and George how to make a decent potion, however you had no idea that they would use there new skill to prank students, and Snape.

-You were top of your class your second year, and Snape was so proud that you were his daughter. 

Other Installments:

Third Year

Fourth- Sixth Year

Slytherin x Ravenclaw

- first of all, sytherin is absolutely adorable. like puppy-in-a-tea-cup adorable

- except the puppy is a pit bull and it’s angry 

- so like cute as hell and kind of terrifying 

- ravenclaw is weird; they spend more time in their own head than in the real world

- *stubs toe* “oh fudge”

- has a weird fashion sense that they get bullied for

- until slytherin secretly took the bullies aside and threatened to shove their wands so far up their asses they sneeze splinters

- definitely partners in crime 

- like they would be notorious for their pranks, worse than Fred and George 

- slytherin would have sadistic glee in coming up with them

- ravenclaw figures out the logistics. nothing is more satisfying than seeing that marshmallow fluff land exactly where they wanted it to 

- most things they do are out of boredom 

- “hey so I found this in the potion stores the other day—" 

- "baneberry potion? dude, you could kill a city with that shit.”

- *smirks like the grinch* “I know." 

- they would skip a lot of class, but only because they know everything already 

- slytherin being protective of ravenclaw

- *hugs slytherin*

- “um”

- “..”

- “ok this can stop now”

- *hugs them tighter*

- “..ok”

- ravenclaw getting really excited about the nerdiest things, like figuring out a new potion or seeing a rare butterfly

- and slytherin just smiles and thinks they look so adorable

- not being very into PDA, but they always link pinkies whenever they’re next to each other

- braiding each other’s hair and taking it really seriously

- “I’m so glad we hate all the same people”

He Was Missing Out Babygirl- Pedro Pascal

Notes: it’s finally here!! So sorry it took so long. Hope y’all are ready. She’s long. ENJOY! Think of it as a celebration for Mando Season 2 :). Don’t mind any mistakes. Requests are open

Wordcount: 2909 (woops)

Warnings: SMUT! Age gap [reader is 30], Daddy/Little girl kink, Choking, Pedro being sexy

You and Pedro were over at his apartment for your much needed monthly movie night. You had a tough week and getting to unwind with your best friend was one of the best coping mechanisms. You two usually caught up on everything that had been going on in your life that month. Tonight though, you were avoiding any topics that had to do with your life. So, you decided to distract Pedro as long as you could.

“No, you didn’t! You’re lying!” you shouted at him. Pedro looked at you with a smirk, a gleam in his eye. You just stared back at him incredulously.

“Believe what you will, it’s the fucking truth. She never spoke to me again.” He shrugged.

You gaped at your best friend in shock. “You mean to tell me that you actually stood outside this poor girl’s house, with a boombox of all things, torturing her like a scene straight out of ‘Say Anything,’” you scoffed. Shaking your head, you started giggling uncontrollably at the image in your head. “That’s both incredibly sweet and slightly creepy,” you snark. 

“I’m a romantic! I thought it was the perfect move to finally confess my feelings. Until she threatened to call the police. I was out of there real quick. She never even acknowledged my presence ever again, and we sat next to each other in history!” He laughed at himself pitifully. He glances back up at you knowingly. “Alright, no more deflecting. Tell me what’s up princesa. Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

You cringe, wondering how Pedro could always read you so easily. You knew he would notice eventually but you were hoping your subpar acting skills would be able to fool him. Surprise, they didn’t. “Ugh, Pedro I don’t want to. It’s too embarrassing.”

“Well now you have to spill! There’s no wiggling your way out of this one. I’ve been dying to ask you since you stepped through the door, hermosa.” You tried not to blush at one of the many pet names Pedro loves to call you, glaring at him for pushing you. “Come on. It’ll make you feel better. I guarantee it.”

“Ok fine, but promise not to laugh too hard. I don’t think I can handle anymore embarrassment for the rest of the year,” you tease with a nervous smile. Pedro smirks back at you, waiting for you to continue. You hesitated a moment more.

“Come on! It can’t be that bad. I’ll try to behave, I promise,” he swears genuinely with a little twinkle in his eyes. You knew he would never purposely disrespect you so you reluctantly told him everything.

“Alright. You remember the guy I’ve been dating for a few weeks now?” He frowns.

“Yeah. Total asshole. What was his name? John… Jack… fuck it doesn’t really matter, I never liked him.”

You laugh at his antics, knowing Pedro never liked any of the guys you mentioned (even if he has never met a single one). “His name was Jake. And yeah, you’re right, he is a total asshole. Which is too bad because the sex was really good.”

“Oh thanks for that information,” he flinches in disgust. “As if I need to picture you with some other guy. Not exactly what I needed in my head… ever.”

“You think about me like that?” You coo. He glares at you, a little pink on his cheeks. Interesting. 

“Shut up, hermosa. You know what I mean.” Do you? “Anyways, what the hell happened this time?” He was always so nosy.

“Well as I said, the sex was great,” he rolls his eyes at that, “but it wasn’t amazing. So, naturally I asked if we could spice it up a little.” Pedro wiggled his eyebrows at you, causing you to blush and chuckle while you nudged him. “Except his idea of spicing things up was moving from missionary on the bed to the fucking floor. I mean don’t get me wrong, it was okay at first but a girl has needs! So I switched us so I was on top and…” you trailed off, too humiliated thinking back on it. Again. 

“And… what? He finished early didn’t he?” You smack Pedro, huffing playfully. “Hey! It happens. Especially if you have such a sexy woman on top,” he winks. 

“Shut up.” You were blushing hard at this point, both from his subtle compliment and what you were about to tell him. “Ok, I might have accidentally… sort of… I-I kind of maybe called him Daddy,” you cringe. Pedro lets out a short laugh. “I didn’t mean to! It just came out in the moment. I’ve never actually said that to anybody and clearly he wasn’t into that considering he stopped and fucking left me high and dry. It was absolutely humiliating.” You wince just thinking back on it. That was definitely a new low in your life.

“Wait, he left?” Pedro asked in shock. You just nod pitifully, unable to look him in the eyes.

“It probably didn’t help that before that I asked him to choke me.” Pedro raises an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth turning up a little. 

“Well, let me just tell you now babygirl, I would have never left you like that.”

You look up in shock, blushing at what your best friend had just said. Not only did he say he’d be into being called Daddy by you, he also called you babygirl. Your goddamn weakness. You didn’t know how to process this. 

Pedro was just smirking at you, casually leaning back on the couch and taking another sip from his beer. He knew what he was doing and he planned to use it to his advantage. “I’m just saying babygirl. Guys who walk out like that don’t know what they’re missing out on. Maybe you just need to find yourself an older man.” Fucking hell. 

You just continue blushing at him. He apparently wasn’t planning on using the whole babygirl thing sparingly. He was going full force with this new information. Pedro knew your weakness now and that thought both terrified and excited something deep within you. 

You’re still sitting there in shock while Pedro smirks over at you. “How about we get this movie started then, yeah? What are we watching this time?” he asks, situating himself to be more comfortable. 

You sputter. “Um.. I-I think I saw a-a few new movies on Netflix. Pick whatever you want. I’m just going to grab a snack. Did you want anything?” You needed to put some space between you and him for a minute. You were about 2 seconds away from just jumping his bones.

“Yeah. Could you bring whatever candy is on the counter? Surprise me, babygirl. You know what I like.” He smirked up at you. The bastard. You just meekly nodded and spun around quickly to get to the kitchen. 

Breathe, woman. Just breathe. Fuck. That man has you all kinds of hot and bothered. You start going around the kitchen to see what candy he was talking about. You find a whole variety bag and pour it into a bowl so Pedro can have his pick.

You start looking for a snack for yourself when you hear Pedro shout out, “I bought some ice cream for you! It’s that caramel one you like so much. Help yourself!”

You quickly find a bowl for yourself and serve up the sweet treat. Pedro always knew how to make you happy, even if it was just buying your favorite ice cream. You gather the snacks and head back out to the living room.

Pedro had picked a new action movie that was popular right now. You were both sitting quietly, enjoying your snacks and each other’s company. You noticed Pedro kept glancing at you whenever you raised the spoon to your lips and shifting a bit when you took it out of your mouth for another bite.

“Did you want some? I don’t mind sharing.” You told him.

He shook his head and cleared his throat. “No, no I’m fine.” You cocked your head at him with the spoon in your mouth. You took it out with a pop.

“If you’re sure…” He stared at you a bit, licking his lips and nodding. “Okay. You just seem distracted.” You go to eat another spoonful happily.

“Fucking hell babygirl. Are you doing this on purpose?” he groans.

You flush deep, both from the nickname and his sexy groan. Damn, would I like to hear that again. Repeatedly. “What are you going on about?”

He shifts on the couch a little bit. “You are a minx princesa. The things you do to me.” So there was some interest 

You giggle shyly. “I’m just eating ice cream, Pedro.”

He smirks then lunges forward to grab at your hips and bring you into his lap. You settle there, straddling him in shock. “I think I’d like some now.”

You stare at him a moment longer before startling when he squeezes your hip. You scoop some ice cream onto the spoon and bring it up to his mouth. He grabs your wrist to steady you and wraps his lips around the spoon. Your heart is absolutely racing right now. This shouldn’t be as erotic as it is. He groans a little at the sweet flavor and releases the spoon with a smack of his lips. 

“That’s fucking delicious. I see why you like it so much.” You can only nod. He grabs the bowl from your hands to put it down on the table and leans in to nuzzle your neck. He nips your earlobe and whispers, “I bet you taste sweeter.”

A shiver runs down your spine and you moan softly. He smiles into your neck, leaving kitten licks all along the side.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you? You gonna let Daddy taste you sweet girl? Let him fuck you with his tongue?” he moans.

You moan even louder, rocking your hips into his. “Fuck Pedro. Please,” you whimper. You were so needy for your best friend’s touch. It was almost pathetic how easily he made you melt. 

Pedro growls playfully and picks you up off of him to stand up. “Sit down for me baby.” You gladly obey. “Shit hermosa, you’re so desperate aren’t you? Reeling at the thought of a real man pleasuring you until you scream.” You can only whimper, reaching to pull him down towards your lips. He tastes so sweet. Like caramel and something uniquely him. His lips so soft, his mustache tickling you slightly. Never in a million years did you think you would get to kiss Pedro. But, it’s finally happening. 

Pedro bit your bottom lip gently and tugged at it. You moaned wantonly. “Shirt and pants off now, babygirl.” He quickly reached for the hem of your shirt, tugging it up and off. You lifted your hips and shucked your jeans off and over the couch. Pedro chuckled at your eagerness. You pulled him back in for another mind-blowing kiss. 

“Pedro please,” you moan. He grips your throat, gently squeezing. 

“That’s not my name babygirl. Try again,” he growls. This man is going to be the death of you. It’s like you’re meant to be together. 

“Please Daddy,” you cry out. Pedro smirked in triumph, squeezing your throat again. 

“That’s right cariño. Such a good girl.” Pedro nips at your collarbone, appreciating all of the newly exposed skin. He starts to make his way downward, kissing and sucking wherever he can. He marks you up until he gets to your panties. He starts playing with the waistband, teasingly pulling the elastic. “This is what you want, yeah? You want me to eat your sweet little pussy till you’re shaking?”

“Yes Daddy! Please… please I need you,” you practically beg. He starts to leave hot kisses at your clothed core and suck hickies into your thighs. Pedro lightly taps your thigh, signaling you to lift your hips so he can slide your panties down. He groans at the sight of you dripping for him. 

Pedro throws your panties over his shoulder and dives in between your legs. You cry out in ecstasy at the feeling of your best friend’s tongue. His mustache and stubble were leaving a heavenly burn. You already know you’re going to be red for days. 

“I knew you’d taste sweet baby. So much sweeter than that ice cream,” he says, slightly muffled. You can only choke out a moan, tugging harshly at his hair. Pedro growls at that. Fuck that was hot. You tug harder and pull him into you further. 

He continues to lap at your cunt, sucking your clit harshly. You feel him start to trace out a word with his tongue while he slides a finger into your entrance. M-I-N-E. He marked what’s his. You can’t help but preen at that, arching your back and all but screaming his name. Pedro owned you now. He has ruined any other man for you and you both knew it. 

Pedro adds another finger and pumps faster. You’re at the edge. One final harsh suck to your clit was all it took to have you screaming his name. He let you ride out your high before he kissed his way back up to your neck. 

“So fucking good for me cariño. Such a good little girl.” You whine at his praise. Pedro chuckles softly and nips at your ear. “You ready for me?” he asks gently. You nod your head and start moving off the couch onto your knees. You wanted to return the favor. “Wait, wait. You can do that next time babygirl. I need you now. Get your ass back up here,” he tells you. 

“Can I ride you, Daddy? Please,” you beg. Pedro groans and situates himself so he is the one lying back on the couch. 

“So needy. You can ride Daddy’s cock anytime cariño, especially if you ask like that.” You smile mischievously and straddle his lap. 

You slowly sink down onto Pedro, savoring every inch. You both moan when you finally bottom out. Pedro is gripping your hips tight, definitely leaving bruises for later. You swivel your hips, still adjusting to his size. He growls and reaches up for your neck again, squeezing it slightly. 

“Move baby. Fuck, you look so good on top. I don’t understand how any man can walk out on this.” You absolutely melt into him. You are practically dripping on him now. 

“Pedro,” you breathe, rocking back and forth. He squeezes your neck a little tighter.

“What’s my name, babygirl?” You whine out.

“Daddy,” you sigh. “Shit, you feel so good.” You start to move up and down on his cock, feeling every damn inch of him. “Fuck,” you whimper. Pedro smacks your ass while keeping a hand on your throat. Your eyes roll back as you arch your back. You feel Pedro grip back onto your hip and meet your thrusts with fervor. 

“Just like that cariño. Don’t stop baby.” You move faster, the only sound in the room being both of your heavy breaths and skin slapping skin. 

Pedro starts to fuck up into you harder, reaching down to rub your clit in tight circles. You were already so close and his actions were about to send you over the edge. You whine and tug at his hair, moving faster. “I’m gonna cum. Please let me cum Daddy.”

“Let go for me little girl. Cum for me,” he grunts. His thrusts were starting to get sporadic, signaling he wasn’t going to last much longer either. 

Pedro squeezes your neck again and you’re falling over. You toss your head back and scream his name in bliss. The neighbors definitely heard that, but neither of you cared. Pedro starts to move you off of him but you place your hands on his chest in protest. 

“Cum in me please. I need to feel you.” Pedro growls at that and picks up his pace before you feel him spill into you. You milk him for all that he has, helping him ride out his high. He made some of the sexiest sounds you have ever heard and you make a mental note to figure out what else you can do to get him to make those noises again. 

“Fuck hermosa,” he breathes, “You’re incredible.” You blush, trying to hide your face in his neck. “Don’t get shy now babygirl. How was that for spicing things up?”

You smile and sit back up to look at him. “That… was everything I dreamed of. Please tell me we can do that again.”

Pedro chuckles. “Get your ass to my room and we can talk more,” he smirks. 

You laugh and get off his lap with a groan. You already missed the feel of him. “Hope you can keep up old man,” you giggle, already running towards his room, excited for more. 

“Oh, you’re gonna get it now amor.” Pedro runs after you, snagging you before you could make it through the door. “You’re mine Y/N. Please say you’re mine”

You smile sweetly. “I’m yours amor. Always have been.” You reach up onto your tiptoes to kiss his nose. “No need for a boombox this time,” you chuckle coyly. 

Pedro laughs and throws you onto the bed. “You’re lucky I love you cariño.” He kisses you deeply.

“I love you too Pedro.” You smile so wide it hurts.

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Music of the Night

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Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Graphic Violence. Fires. Guns. Murder. Old Timey Sexism. Romance. Dark Phantom of the Opera Vibes. Victorian Kylo.

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Avengers Headcannons

Tony has kissed everyone on the team at least once.

Steve loves frilly coffee drinks. Especially pumpkin spice.

Pietro has a habit of sleeping in really odd positions, in random places. They once found him passed out on top of the Avengers jet.

Wanda and Vision have telepathic conversation. It freaks everyone out because they will just stare at each other for hours.

Steve and J.A.R.V.I.S. are best friends.

Natasha teaches female empowerment at local high schools.

Whenever the team goes on missions to foreign countries, they always bring back a souvenir for Fury.

It started as a joke, but now it’s a tradition.

Fury will never admit it, but he keeps all of them.

Steve has only been drunk once. It was after Thor brought him some Asgardian mead. That night they found out Steve is a very bad singer.

Tony recorded the whole thing.

Bruce has a companion dog to help keep him calm. She lives in the tower and her name is Veronica Jr.

Clint teaches self defense classes in his free time.

Steve loves volunteering at children’s hospitals.  He goes so often he knows almost all of the nurses and doctors by name.

Even though Thor can’t get drunk from earth alcohols, he still likes drinking them for the flavor.

Steve is the same way.

~Jaz

One of the things I love about Avengers fic writers is that we all still write the everybody-lives-in-the-Tower stories, even though canon’s pretty well established that that didn’t really happen. And for some reason it just makes me really happy that nobody has the same Tower. Sometimes everyone has their own floor, sometimes everyone has their own wing on the same floor, and sometimes they all share a bathroom they fight over in the mornings. Sometimes explosions from Tony’s lab down the hall from the kitchen set off the fire alarm in the living room, and sometimes Tony has so many labs spread across the building that they could go for weeks without seeing him. Is the gym down in the basement? Does it have a view of the city skyline? Is the building laid out in a straight line inside, or do the hallways loop so Clint can run in circles when he’s had too much caffeine? Are there Stark Industries chefs who make all their food, and housekeeping staff to keep the place nice, or does Steve make scrambled eggs in the morning and Thor vacuums the living room? We have no idea how the place works, but that doesn’t stop us and I love it.