EtherealTrail
- Reads 30,422
- Votes 489
- Parts 11
𝑆𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛, ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑠ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑠𝑒. 𝐵𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡ℎ. "𝑂ℎ 𝑦𝑒𝑠," 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑆𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑢𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑙𝑦, "𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓. 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒---𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑟. 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑠, 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑏𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑒. 𝐷𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒."
𝑁𝑖𝑎𝑚ℎ'𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑙𝑒𝑑, 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑑𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑠. "𝐴𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑟. . ." 𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑, 𝑔𝑎𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛. "𝑂ℎℎ 𝑦𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 . . ."
Excerpts & Imagines from The Rarest of Potions. Fluff/angst/smut oneshots. On ao3.
#1 snapeoneshots ~ 1/30/2022
#1 snapesmut ~ 2/10/2022
#1 hurtcomfort ~ 5/14/22