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Underground Kings

Part 4 of the “Call Out My Name” series.

WARNINGS: Mentions of smut

Author’s note: we’re back with some fluffy flash back y/n and john :’) i’m thinking of including gifs of young keanu for the flashback scenes just to set the vibe and then a more current john wick gif for the present tense stuff just so you can visualize how much time had passed by between these two. Thanks for all the notes, i appreciate every single one of them, especially feedback! -samantha 🖤

Translations: 1. “Pochemu, mama?” ↠ Why, mother? 2. “Moya dorogaya” ↠ my darling 3. “zvyozdochka” ↠ little star

Warm puffs of air tickled the back of your neck. It was still dark outside. A single candle burned throughout the entirety of your night. The clock on your wall read 2’o clock in the morning. You both still had plenty of time to sleep. The director was not requiring early sessions like usual. You sighed in relief, snuggling back into the body behind you. The warmth of his bare skin insulated through you. You loved these moments with him. Silence. Skin on skin contact. Nothing on your minds besides each other. Your bed was almost like a safe haven to the world of guns and hitmen just outside your room.

“Why’re you awake?” He slurred sleepily.

You shrugged.

“Muscle memory, I guess.” You rasped. “Why are you awake?”

He wrapped his arms tighter around you before kissing your shoulder and leaving his head there.

“Felt you wake up.” He mumbled.

Jardani looked at the clock and pouted.

“I thought I tired you out enough to at least sleep completely through the night,” He chuckled lazily.

You blushed furiously, quickly tossing yourself around to face him. A mischievous, sleepy grin was etched on his handsome face. His warm eyes still hazy and barely opened. His hair tousled.

“Bold of you to assume I’d be getting any sleep period. You’re the one that snuck in here, dumb ass.” You retorted.

“Hey,” He whined. “we got some sleep,”

“Because no one decided to constantly check the hallway like we’re in some juvenile prison or some shit. How do you not get caught sneaking out of you room all the time?” You mumbled, pressing your face into his chest.

“And we were quiet,” He purred, ignoring your question completely. His hands roamed up and down your back. They got lower each time they descended until you felt him grope a handful of your ass.

“Oh my god!” You quietly whined in embarrassment, pulling up the comforter and wrapping it around you head.

He stifled a loud laugh, biting down on his fist as he stared at your adoringly.

“My little babushka,” He cooed, sprinkling your face with kisses. “Don’t be embarrassed, I love the little noises you make.”

You returned the gesture, meshing your mouth with his passionately.

“I want it to be like this forever,” You whispered.

“Me too, baby. Me too,” He moaned, rolling on top of you. You felt his member stiffen against your core.

“Now c’mere, beautiful. We have a couple more hours.”

John took in your appearance and frowned.

“That’s not the shirt you were wearing when you left.” He noted.

You shook your head dismissively.

“Just had a run in.” You stated calmly.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you down to sit on the couch.

“Tell me.” He said calmly, kneeling in front of you to unbuckle the ankle strap on your heels before removing them. You watched him in slight awe, you jaw slack. Having him back was still a shock to your system. That, and because no one had taken care of you for years. Not since him. After John, you sought out no nurturing or affection from anyone besides yourself.

“An old client got handsy. Viktor Ivar.” You stated.

“Eleazar’s son.” He recalled, placing your shoes side by side next to your coffee table.

“Yeah.” You confirmed. “I took care of it though.” You assured.

“By...?”

You smiled at him sheepishly.

“I, uh, I shot his dick. Twice. And his hand.”

John rose an eyebrow up at you, an amused expression on his face. He patted your thighs with his hands in praise.

“Atta girl.” He chuckled, standing up to gather his coat and blazer.

“As much as I love staying here with you, it’s not safe for you.” He said solemnly.

“Where are you going to go?” You inquired.

“The Bowery King was housing me.” He stated. “If you’re in, he’d like to meet with you.”

“I’ve been in.” You spoke.

The smallest smile appeared on his face. He snapped his fingers at his dog.

“Lets go then.”

You discreetly sought out one of the Bowery King’s men. He provided you safe passage to the underground kingdom until finally, you were face to face with the man himself. He looked like he had gone through hell and back. Bandages that had soaked with blood covered him.

“Athena. It’s always an honor seeing you.” He greeted formally.

“Same to you, my friend. You look horrible.” You joked.

He rolled his eyes and gestured between you amd John.

“How is it that you two know each other?” He asked pointedly.

You and John shared an awkward glance. You have never spoken of your relationship with anyone but each other.

“We were...trained together.” John stated slowly.

The Bowery King shot the both of you a knowing look.

“Whatever you say,” He chuckled. “And the dog? How did you get him back? I was under the impression that Winston had him.”

“He did.”

“I got him back.”

You then began to retell your hunch to the Bowery King and informed him and John of your interection with Winston. John stiffened when you relayed Winston’s message to him.

“I don’t trust him quite yet.” You declared. “For all we know giving the dog back might have been a pawn.”

“I agree. There’s no promise that he’s on our side yet.” John added.

“I got eyes on him.” The King informed.

He looked at you and John seriously.

“Shit’s about to go down. I suggest you get all of your affairs in order before it does.”

John stared down at you empathetically. You gulped and nodded.

“I just have one more person to see.”

Despite it being years since your last visit, stepping inside the Ruska Roma brought all kinds of flashbacks to you. Good and bad. No in between. The goons at the front doors were there to do their usual search, which included attempting to take expensive articles for their own gain.

“The earrings and necklace, ma’am.” The shortest one said smugly.

“These are Dior, fuck off.” You snarked.

The man abruptly stood up only to be shoved back into his chair by the man on the left. He leaned down to whisper something into the tiny man’s ear. The man went pale, his eyes wide as he quickly nodded his head.

“G-go ahead, miss. Enjoy.”

You refrained from rolling your eyes before taking a deep breath and entering the auditorium doors. Your ears were assaulted with classical music as it boomed throughout the building. The director was in her usual seat watching a girl rehearse over, and over, and over again. The same way you used to do. You made your way to her, quietly taking the seat next to her. Neither of you turned to acknowledge the other.

You were the first to speak up.

“You gave him my address.” You said wittingly.

She remained stoic, eyes never leaving the daner in front of her once.

“I did.” She affirmed.

You turned your body to face her, face twisted in confusion.

“Why?” You let out, your voice barely above a whisper. “After years of keeping me away from him, why now?”

She gave you no answer. Just remained still. Her behavior irked you. You felt all of the built up impatience inside you explode.

“Pochemu, mama?!” You said loudly.

“Anya, enough!” She yelled to the dancer.

The girl quickly scurried off the stage away from the director’s wrath. The director finally turned and faced you. Her usual calm exterior slowly faded away.

“You want to know why, moya dorogaya?” She repeated. “Because the decision was no longer in my hands.”

You scoffed in disbelief and anger.

“It was never your choice, it was mine and his!” You argued.

“No, it was not!” She yelled.

You fell into a tense silence. You stared at your hands placed neatly on your lap like the polite, obedient lady you were trained to be. Not knowing how to handle all of the emotions hitting you. Your hands were gripped into a pair of aged ones wrapped in bandages. You looked up at her in worry.

“Do you know what they would have done if they found out about you and Jardani? What they would do to him for sneaking into your room every night? What they would do to you had they known you were copulating in this house?” She stressed.

“They would have punished him severely. They would make you watch him reach the brink of death until they were satisfied, then send you off to be a rich man’s whore!

“Do you see the power you have? You grew up here, in these very walls, being put through the wringer just like everybody else. Now you come back, and everyone bows down at your feet. They kiss the ground you walk on like you’re some deity. They would have taken all of that away from you.”

You grit your teeth bitterly as tears streamed down your face. The director gently cupped your face and patted them away with a handkerchief.

“They would have ruined you. I had to end it before they did.” She whispered. “As much as Jardani said he came here for passage to Casablanca, I know he didn’t. He came back for you.”

You placed your hands on top of hers, running your thumbs over the bandages.

“What did they do to you?” You whimpered.

“Shhh, zvyozdochka. I will be alright.” She assured.

“I’m going to do it. I’m going to make them pay.” You seethed.

“I know you will.” She agreed. “I’ve always known you and him would find your back way back to eachother. I just needed to let destiny take its course.”

When you arrived home John was seated at your couch in your living room.

“What are you doing here?” You asked in surprise, your voice still hoarse.

He stared at you with the softest gaze he could manage.

“I figured you could use some company,” He spoke softly.

You took a deep breath as you felt more tears rise to the surface. You looked up at him, mouth open with no words coming out. You felt more exposed than you have ever felt in your entire life. Your vulnerability showcased itself shamelessly.

“Oh, sweetheart. Come here.”

You scurried into his arms without missing a beat. John situated you into his lap, pulling your heels off like he had done earlier in the day before wrapping his arms around you. The feeling of them brought back so many memories. The late nights spent in your old bedroom. Sneaking away from rich businessmen at galas and into his arms for a dance. Rehearsals when he would effortlessly lift you up into the air with the clouds. Memories that had potential.

You wondered what it would be like if he had married you instead, as horrible as it felt to blatantly disregard the late Helen Wick.

You wondered what it would be like to be in her place; waking up next to John every morning, sipping coffee out of his and hers mugs while watching the news.

You wondered if she knew that she held your entire world in her palms.

And when she died, you wondered if John felt what it was like when you lost him. When a part of you died and along with it, the bright young girl with promises.

“How is she?” John asked hesitantly.

“They came for her. For helping you. Stuck a sword right through her hands.”

A solemn silence fell between the both of you.

“I never meant for anyone to get hurt.” He said apologetically.

“I know. I wouldn’t choose this for anyone.” You rasped. “Not even my worst enemy.”

“Things are going to change, Y/N.” John began. “I want you to know that you don’t have to do this.”

“I want to, Jardani.” You said, turning around on his lap to craddle his face.

You stared deeply into his almond eyes.

“We owe it to ourselves to take back what we lost.”

PART 5

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May your day be blessed by this amazing edit

—𝓸𝓬𝓬𝓾𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷: 𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓽 ;

_____ is the newest – and youngest – addition to the Avengers team. Rich, important parents, incredibly smart. Trained in gymnastics, martial arts, acrobatics and more. Got a face that she knows will get her anything she wants; the long lashes, the doe eyes and lips that she just has to pout to get her way. She’s a brat – and everyone knows that Steve thinks so because he’s constantly reprimanding her as if she’s the toddler she throws tantrums like.

ONGOING

♕ = smut 

part 1: brat

part 2: and again

part 3: hot girl summer ♕ 

part 4: dreams do come true (in new orleans)

part 5: a degree of fancy

part 6: thicker than water

part 7: silver lining

DRABBLES

lesson 1 ♕

pass the salt

eat the rich ♕

midnight snack ♕

bubblegum b**** ♕

sober thoughts

the witching hour ♕

the boss

the relapse

the stealth suit 

sex pollen ♕

reverse sex pollen ♕

period pains

honorary stark

“Would you go back?”

an attempt was made

one of his french girls

“let’s get married.”

the one about the piercing

the one about the dollar-bill knife

the dress

joining forces with scott lang

pre-serum steve

“please talk to me.”

meet the exes

pushing your luck

accidental mind-reading

the one where steve shaves his beard

recklessness

not taking no for an answer

midnight ride

spotify playlist

headcanons/ asks/ photosets/ miscellaneous

Semblance

Part 5 of the “Call Out My Name” series

Warning: None

Author’s note: 2 flashbacks because i love you guys 🥰 -samantha 🖤

Translation: 1. “Snova” ↠ Again 2. “Ulichnaya krysa” ↠ Street rat 3. “Prosti menya, lyubov’ moya” ↠ Forgive me, my love.

Credit to gif maker/owner.

You fired twelve rounds. All hitting the center of the target perfectly. One clean, crisp hole was the only imperfection on the paper. You reloaded and repeated the same act with your opposite hand.

“Snova!” The director commanded.

Like a robot, you reloaded your firearm quicker than lightning and fired another twelve rounds with each hand. Today was observation today, in which a couple of adjudicators would observe each student through a series of tests. Through this, they will be able to determine who is ready to move on from the Ruska Roma and serve the high table. Little to yours and his knowledge, the high table was secretly in pursuit of you and Jardani. For your skill set, yes. But you? There were other motives. The Tarasov’s were rising in power, but not quite there yet. Viggo Tarasov had a son, Losef. Viggo was eagerly seeking out suitors for Losef to ensure that when it was time for him to step down, the familial power would be passed down into suitable hands. Losef was not disciplined nor focused, and was quite reckless. He carried out his actions with no thought behind them. The young man was stuck in his ways. Viggo thought he would need a woman to guide him. Unfortunately for you, Viggo Tarasov thought you were the perfect candidate. Strong, smart, calculated, and a killing machine. It didn’t help much that you were beautiful, and his son was a sucker for beautiful women. If he wouldn’t listen to you, all you would have to do is bat your eyelashes at him. Your classmates whispered in the halls about your unofficial betrothal. You and your lover pretended that the reality of their words didn’t sting like pouring alcohol on an open wound.

“Of course they pick her.”

“They’re powerful. She’s so lucky.”

“There are better choices in here than her. That family is going to tear her apart.”

From a far corner, Jardani pensively stared at you. He observed everything from your form, the straightness of your shoulders, how delicate your dainty hands looked holding something so dangerous, the stony gaze on your face. He tried not to worry. You both were the best in this school. He knew you were. The both of you were going to get out of here together and serve together. The high table would only make a mockery of themselves if they didn’t select two of the finest assets from the Ruska Roma.

“What are you gawking at, boy?” A gruff voice demanded rudely. One of Viggo’s men.

Jardani forced himself not to scoff. He wasn’t doing anything disruptive, and yet here this man was in his business. As much as he thought he was a threat, he wasn’t. Jardani knew that and chose not to waste any energy on him.

“Nothing.” He mouthed off. “Sir.”

The older man laughed through his nose, a smug smirk on his face.

“She is not yours for the taking, ulichnaya krysa.” The man spat. “She belongs to Losef Tarasov.”

Jardani quietly snickered, setting him on edge. He yanked Jardani’s arm, but the boy didn’t budge.

“You think I’m funny, boy? Do I look like a fool to you?” He snarled.

Jardani shrugged.

“Anyone who thinks she belongs to anyone but herself is a fool.”

“I feel like since we’ve..reunited, we haven’t gotten the chance to talk.” You said, lowering your hands from his face to the sides of his neck.

John tensed.

“There isn’t much to talk about on my part.”

“Yes, there is.” You said thickly. “You just don’t think it’s important.”

He held his hands up in defense before plopping them down on the tops of your thighs.

“Alright. Ask me about what you want to know then.”

This was your chance. You could finally get some closure. The truth.

“Did you ever really love me?” You blurted out, your voice barely above a whisper.

He looked up at you, his soft eyes sad.

“You know I did, Y/N.” He spoke just as quietly, his tone sligtly in disbelief.

“Then why didn’t you come find me?” You demanded. “You had your ticket, you could have came home any time you wanted to. You even knew I was with the Tarasovs and yet when you wanted to get out because you were gallivanting with another woman and came to Viggo, you never once thought to ask where I was?”

“Y/N-“

“And then, you came to Viggo again. You killed him and Losef. The people I was bound to. Once I didn’t have any commitment to those people, you still. Never. Tried.”

You leaped off of his lap, ripping his hands off of you and began to pace back and forth in your living room.

“I keep telling myself that I shouldn’t be angry with you. You moved on, I get it. Life doesn’t stop for anyone and years went passed before we got to where we are now. But you were so close, Jardani! I was so close to you without even knowing it, but you did.”

Your voice softened until your tears were rising back up again. You turned to face him, your broken expression mirrored on his face.

“And you still chose her.”

“Y/N…” He whispered. “I-I can’t even begin to..I can’t explain how sorry I am. I asked about you. I did. Viggo told me you were safe and that’s all I needed. I assumed you and Losef were married and okay-“

“I never married him.” You growled out. “You want to know why? Because I thought that you would come for me. I risked my entire life denying that family. I fought hard; blood, sweat, but no tears because I couldn’t cry while proving my worth to them. Proving to them that I was still a liable asset without marrying into the family because I thought I would fucking marry you!

“The least you could have done was leave Losef alive.” You spited.

You knew it would hurt him, and that’s exactly what you wanted. For him to feel the pain you felt all these years.

“Maybe I could’ve married him. Hell, maybe I could’ve fallen in love with him. But no, when you move on, it’s okay. When I do? You kill the man.”

“I was grieving, Y/N!” John shouted, slamming his fists on the coffee table. “He killed the last thing she left me with! That man doesn’t know how to love, Y/N, don’t be stupid. It’s not a good look on you.”

You snapped.

Reaching for the mini handgun you kept strapped under the coffee table, you fired a shot. The bullet grazed his shoulder. Normally, it wouldn’t have done any damage, but John had forgone this usual bulletproof blazer and was left in his white button up. He leaped away from your line of fire, clutching his shoulder.

“Let me guess, all of that lovey dovey I miss you shit for me is gone, isn’t it?” He gritted out.

“Long gone.” You seethed, stalking towards him predaciously.

“Y/N.” He warned, backing up into a wall. “Don’t. Don’t make me do this.”

You snickered.

“Are you threatening me, Jonathan?” You remarked.

“Don’t. Call. Me. That.” He fumed, stepping closer to you.

You didn’t let up, narrowing your eyes.

“Then what do I call you, Jonathan? John? Mr.Wick? Baba Yaga? Liar? Traitor? Serpent?”

John aggressively yanked your shoulders and shoved you against the wall, a large hand gripping your throat tightly.

“That’s not my name. You know it’s not.” He growled.

“Do I?” You choked out. “Because I don’t know you anymore.”

Something in his eyes switched. A twinkle of despair and a dash of realization. It was true. You were strangers to each other. Life had shaped you, and experience molded you. Jardani was left in the walls of the Ruska Roma. The Y/N he leff was a distant memory.

“Let me make it up to you. Please.”

A wicked smirk carved into your features.

“I like it when you beg.” You sadistically purred. “Do it again.”

To your disbelief, John slowly lowered himself to this knees in front of you. The vice grip on your throat was gone as he clutched your hands. He looked up at you like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time. His smolder burned holes into your spirit.

“Please.” He whispered. “Prosti menya, lyubov’ moya,”

He kissed you hands desperately. A mess of mumbles, both russian and english, tumbled from his lips.

Forgive me. Please. Please forgive me. I’m sorry. You’re my heart. Forgive me.

Your hands lowered to his hair. You gripped it as he pushed your blouse up to reveal your stomach as he pressed kisses to your heated skin.

“Jardani,” You gasped.

“Please.” He whispered against you.

He began to kiss up your sternum until his lips latched on to your neck. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and hopped up. His arms hooked around your legs, looping them around his waist.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Y/N please.” He pleased desperately.

You grabbed his face and brought it up to yours.

“Don’t do that to me again. Don’t leave me.” You cried.

“I promise, baby. I promise. I’m not going anywhere.”

At last, after decades, your lips met his.

There were many nights in which you knocked out after a long winded job. Those nights, you delved into ten to twelve hours of deep sleep. You appreciated the rare occasion in which you got decent hours of rest.

But this?

This was nothing compared to those nights.

His arms were firm and warm. His chest made for the perfect pillow. His legs intertwined with yours. You were in heaven. The best part? There was no one to stop you. It was just the two of you in your own home. No director, no instructors, no other classmates rooming next to you. The both of you were as loud as you wanted to be, there was no need to be cautious anymore. You had him back. You had your Jardani back.

His arms tightened around you as he rolled his shoulders back and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You felt his lips curve up into a small smile.

“Haven’t woken up like this in a long time,” He gruffed.

You sleepily laughed, moving his shaggy hair away from his face. You felt his hands wander lower to your hip, grazing a scar from a bullet. You got it from training in the Ruska Roma. Your partner had gotten frustrated at his own failures and out of anger, shot your hip. You had never seen Jardani so angry. He had lost all sense in him.

You fell to the floor with a yelp as the sharp pain intensified. Audible gasps and shocked remarks left your classmates’ mouthes.

“Y/N!” Jardani yelled.

He moved to step out of line, only to be stopped by the director.

“Up, Y/N.” She demanded.

Jardani eyed her in disgust.

“She’s hurt, director!”

“She is not helpless, Jardani.” She commented. “Y/N, again.”

“He fucking shot her!” He screamed in anger, launching forward and tackling your perpetrator. Chaos broke out as he landed heavy blows to the shooter’s face.

“Jardani! Back! Now!” The director yelled. “Y/N, I will not repeat myself. Up”

“No. She’s done for today.” He growled, shoving your opponent to the ground like a rag doll before making his way to you and gently propping you up.

The director was visibly seething. Her eyes, howevee, held curiosity. She saw something she had never seen before. The first signs of your relationship.

“You do not give out commands here, Jardani.” She spat.

“I do when you put people in risk. She’s training, goddamnit. Not in combat. That bastard better face some type of punishment, director.”

“Enough, Jardani!” She yelled.

He didn’t bother answering her, opting to help you stand and walk you to the infirmary. His heart clenched every time a whimper left your lips.

“It’s okay, baby. I got you. You’re done for today.”

“But-“

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll handle everything.”

“You didn’t need to do all of that, you know. The whole getting on your knees thing.” You admitted sheepishly. The display had still made you shiver.

He shook his head and stared down at you with those damn puppy eyes.

“Yes, I did. I’d crawl across the world for you on a trail of broken glass, and then back if you asked me too.” He whispered.

You craddled his cheeks fondly.

“Well, good thing I’d never make you do that. If you’re crawling, I’m crawling too.”

“Who would’ve thought this would be us now, huh?” He chuckled.

“Who would’ve thought you’d age so well? But I think I did hear your hip crack, old man.” You teased.

He kissed his teeth. “You know what?”

Before you could even open your mouth to reply, John had rolled on top of you and pinned you to the bed with his weight as he tickled you. You shrieked and thrashed wildly. The sheets fell off of you, revealing your bare forms.

“John, I’m naked!” You whined, reaching for the abandoned blanket only to be yankee back.

He buried his face in your neck and hummed, wrapping his arms around you once again and clutching you tightly to him.

“Perfect.” He moaned. “We don’t need to meet with the Bowery until noon. Come here, woman.”

Things weren’t exactly perfect, but in this moment you couldn’t seem to care. You were lost in him, and he was lost in you.

Your Jardani.

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Timeline is very kooky, so don’t think too much about it.

But imagine New York being under attack.. by a mummy. It’s something the Avengers have never faced, nor did they think they’d ever face, but here one is wreaking havoc by means they’re not used to.

And then imagine Darcy watching the footage and sitting on the edge of her seat, only to see who/what the villain is and saying, “Ugh. Mummies. I hate mummies.” And Jane and Pepper just kind of stare at her and she shrugs. “What? If you knew who my Dad was, you’d understand.”

Cut to the team returning banged up, having lost track of the mummy and Jane throwing Darcy under the bus by saying Darcy might know something about mummies they didn’t. Everyone turns to Darcy and she sighs yet again, “If you want answers, we’re going to have to make a trip to the Sahara Desert. Dad will know what’s going on or at least who to point you to.”

So the team makes the trip and as they ride camel back to where Darcy directs them, they stumble upon Darcy’s dad- 

-the Medjai chieftain that her mother had a fling with once upon a time while passing through England. (I placed him in England ‘cause he was there for the O’Connells during Mummy 2).

The person I reblogged this from is super cute and deserves to have a nice day

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Jason Momoa, Dwayne Johnson & Chris Hemsworth

okay so imagine a movie where these three are private mercenaries, secret agents, soldiers or whatever

on a mission/personal vendetta to hunt down these two young assassins/criminals played by none other than Tom Holland & Taron Egerton

that’s it. That’s the movie.

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