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The Golden Trio House

sheeny-hogwarts:

Here’s my theory. The Harry Potter trio are actually representations of the other houses. Hermione is Ravenclaw, Ron is Hufflepuff, and Harry is Slytherin. They’re all in Gryffindor because they asked. In fact, everyone in that house could have been in another houses if they hadn’t asked to be in Gryffindor. You have be ask to be in Gryffindor because their most defining feature is bravery, and anyone can choose to be brave.

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youarebeingshaggedbyarareparrot:

Give me Slytherins in Dumbledore’s Army.

Give me Slytherins vouching for and adopting muggleborn first years during the reign of the Carrows. Walking the corridors a day or two after the start of term, spotting a cornered and terrified looking Ravenclaw first year and wading in like, “Ah, there…

Anonymous

Anonymous asked:

but what if one year everyone was exceedingly cunning and the entire year was slytherin? like would they retest or just not have any other houses?

pocketpadfoot:

I think they would just not have any other houses, then! Imagine man.

They’d call their year “the year of the snake” and make badges to pin on their robes, and the older Slytherin students would be so protective towards them and make sure they were safe and settled.

McGonagall is forced to expand the Slytherin dormitories because there simply isn’t enough room to sleep, and they get a dorm a floor up in the castle and have to take the moving stairs from the dungeons. (The other Slytherins are a bit jealous but won’t admit to it because jealousy isn’t fitting for a snake)

Super close knit Slytherins with the highest rate of muggle borns ever.

They sometimes get put in higher level classes so they can mingle with other houses, and it’s a bit hard at first but the other houses offer to tutor them.

Itty bitty Slytherin babies (UvU)

Anonymous

Anonymous asked:

Sterek and panties, please :D

theragnarokd:

Derek deserves nice things. Stiles is considering tattooing this on Derek soon if he doesn’t get it through his thick head.

For now, though, he’s using less drastic measures. This is more like a demonstration. A proof of concept, maybe.

"I think the phrase you’re looking for iskinky sex,” Derek says, dry as dust, but his ears are pinkening.

Stiles kisses them, one at a time. “Shut up and put those on.” 

He keeps his hands on Derek, ostensibly to help Derek keep his balance while slipping into the dark green silk panties, mostly because Derek’s skin feels softer than the fabric. Derek keeps blushing, steadily, but other than that you’d think he wasn’t affected at all.

Well, that and the major hard-on. That’s also kind of a clue.

Once Derek has the underwear on, Stiles gets him to brace himself against the wall and sticks to Derek’s back like a living leather jacket. He rubs his hands over the hard bulge of Derek’s dick through his panties, feeling Derek shudder like a racehorse, breathing in quick pants.

"You look so good like this,” he whispers in Derek’s ear, feeling Derek heating up at the praise. “You feel so good, you always do.”

Derek’s quiet. Stiles lets him be for a little while, teases his cock through sheer fabric, tracing the shape of him, one hand stealing to Derek’s chest to play with his nipple.

He can feel Derek strain towards orgasm, work at it. Stiles grins to himself as he snatches his hands away at the last minute, leaving Derek dangling at the edge, heaving desperate breaths.

"You know what you have to say,” Stiles prompts when Derek makes a low, frustrated noise. Derek shakes his head wordlessly. “Okay,” Stiles says into Derek’s nape. “Have it your way.”

It’s a little while more before Derek finally breaks. When he says, “I want to feel good,” it’s not even a whisper, just barely more than air moving past his lips.

It physically hurts not to let him come, but Stiles has to be firm. They’re working on something here. “And?”

The breath goes out of Derek, like Stiles punched him in the stomach rather than folded his fingers gently around Derek’s cock. “And I deserve to feel good,” Derek says, low and broken.

"You do.” Stiles says it into Derek’s ear, speeding his hand up on Derek’s cock. “You deserve things that feel good, you deserve to feel good, you should come for me, I bet that’ll feel so nice….”

He keeps up the torrent of words until Derek does, letting go abruptly and sagging into the wall, his come a spreading point of wet heat against Stiles’ hand.

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