can you imagine being this woman and finding out that the random shoeless girl with the really long hair that danced with you that one time was actually the kingdom’s only princess who had been missing for 18 years omg
oRequest: I do hope your requests are still open. If possible could I get a Neville Longbottom one where he is a professor and the reader teaches Charms or Astrology and they keep bumping into each other and the students low key ship them? If there’s a form or something I need to fill out please tell me. Anyway/ Regardless of if this gets accepted. I just want to say that I enjoy your work. Please keep it up :)
Omg ur so sweet!! @thesniffler ily so much!! this was so nice to get!! ur so polite i can tell u have a heart of gold :) I’m super exited to write this!!
“Y/n Y/l/n,” McGonagall began, “You’ve been accepted for the position of Charms Professor, and we are happy to welcome you back to Hogwarts.”
You smiled brightly, you’re dream job was yours, “I know its only been a few years,” you thought about your old memories, “but it feels like much too long.”
“We have another new teacher this year, Neville Longbottom, I believe you were in the year above him?”
“Uh, yeah,” you blushed, remembering your old crush, “’rings a bell.”
On the first day of school you rushed to board the Hogwarts Express, almost missing it. Not paying attention to where you were going, you opened a cabin door and ran directly into someone. You fell on the ground and looked up at the man on top of you… Neville Longbottom. Damn, he had grown up nicely. You felt his breath on your lips and held your own.
“I am so sorry!” He apologized, scrambling to get off you and then helping you up.
He looked at you after you dusted off your pants and blushed, smiling, “Y/n? Y/n /y/ln? Is that you?”
You blushed and laughed, “That’s me!”
“It’s me, Neville, I was in the year below you,” he shook your hand.
“Yeah, I remember. We used to talk sometimes.”
“Yeah,” he paused, almost like he was remembering all the little conversations and blushes, “I really do wish we had kept in touch.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“Well, sorry for,” he gave a short laugh, “falling on top of you and all. Would you like to sit?”
“Professor Y/l/n?” You heard one of your first years, Anna, question sweetly from behind you as you were writing on the board, the one hundredth school day of your time as a teacher at Hogwarts had just ended and you were brainstorming about the sixth year’s lesson plan for the next day.
You turned around and smiled, “Hi, Anna! What’s up?”
“Well,” she shifted her feet, “I-I was wondering if you could explain the Charms homework. I d-don’t understand.”
“Of course! Let me see what you’re having trouble with.”
After you explained the instructions clearly and showed her what she was messing up on, you sent her on her way and then spent the rest of the night (after finishing your lesson plans) working on a tricky new charm you had been trying to get to work.
After one particular attempt you knew you screwed up the second the words left your mouth. After waiting a second for the backfire, nothing happened and you sighed in relief. You had celebrated too soon; suddenly, there was a small explosion and a sharp ringing in your ear. You were on the ground, your arm twisted in a weird way and covered in dust. You groaned and attempted to sit up. Fire-like pain shot through your elbow and you played back down, grimacing with hot tears growing in the corners of your harshly shut eyes.
“Are you okay?” You heard the voice over the ringing, but it sounded far away. You looked up for a second through the spots covering your vision to see a handsome man with a concerned expression before you blacked out.
You woke up in the Hospital Wing, sitting up and flexing your newly-healed shoulder. You looked over.
“Glad you’re awake.”
“N-Nev- I mean, Professor- I didn’t,” so the handsome man that helped you was none other than your hot colleague, Neville Longbottom.
He laughed, “It’s fine. And how many times do I have to tell you, call me Neville! Are you feeling better.”
“Uh, yeah… Neville,” he smiled when you said his name and you blushed, “Thanks for helping me out.”
“No problem. What were you working on?”
“Just a charm I’ve been trying to get right. I came up with the idea a while ago, but I can’t get it right. I’m trying to create a charm that covers plants and waters them that also allows air to get through the surrounding bubble that would be created.”
“Really?” His eyes lit up excitedly, “Well, I am the Herbology Professor, maybe I could help you?”
You blushed, somewhat surprised that the charming man would want to spend time with you, “Yeah, sure! Um… what about after classes dismiss for the day?”
“Yeah, that sounds good!” You looked at the clock and gasped, “My sixth years are just arriving! I’ll be late!”
You sprung up and ignored the brief dizzy feeling and began rushing to class. Neville sprung up as well and followed you out into the hall, turning the corners just as quickly as you were.
“A-at least let me walk you to your class,” he muttered nervously.
“Oh, thank you Neville that’s so sweet,” you smiled back at him, picking up the pace.
Pretty soon you had arrived at the door to your classroom. You opened and rushed in, the sixth years immediately silenced and waited for you to speak. Just as you had caught your breath and opened your mouth to speak, Neville stuck his head in and smiled at the class before turning to you.
“See you later, y/n, hope you’re arm’s feeling better.”
You remained silent, staring with wide eyes at the door Neville had closed behind him as he left. Your class began laughing.
“I see you finally took our advice, Professor,” one girl, Hannah, laughed, “We told you on the first day of school ya’ll would be so cute together.”
“And Professor Longbottom talks about you all the time!” The boy, Malcolm, added.
“Oh, nothing’s going on. ….Wait…. H-he does?” You questioned suddenly intrigued.
The class shared a collective smirk.
“Whatever,” you blushed, “it doesn’t matter. We have charms to learn!”
Although you carried on with your lesson you couldn’t help but have Neville in the back of your mind the whole time. Sure, the two of you had talked plenty of times before, but you were always a stuttering mess, especially after your older classes began to notice the way you seemed flustered around your colleague. He was sweet and funny and handsome and genuinely brave. You finished the class with a fluttering in your stomach.
One girl, Jessica, had stayed back to ask you about an upcoming Essay she was having trouble with. You helped her out with her Essay and just as you were about to leave, she stopped you.
“Yes,” you answered.
“Do you… This might be weird to ask, but do you like Professor Longbottom? Actually? I know all of the students think you’d be adorable together, but what do you think?”
“I-I….” you paused, blushing furiously. Even thinking about him had your stomach in nervous knots. “I guess I do,” you said, mostly to yourself.
Jessica smiled, “Great!” And began walking out without an explanation, “oh and, you should name the baby Jessica jr.”
You laughed at her awkward straightforwardness and erased the board before looking at the time. Crap. You told McGonagall that you would make an announcement before lunch began. You rushed out your room and ran to the Great Hall. You’d had her as a teacher, and you weren’t sure you wanted to cross her as your boss. You busted through the doors of the Great Hall and ran directly into something. You fell on the ground and someone landed on top of you. The Great Hall went silent.
You looked up at Neville and blushed, “I’m not complaining,” you began, “but we really must stop meeting like this.”
He laughed and looked into your eyes, “It seems as though you’re the one who’s always bumping into me.”
He got up and held out a hand to you.
The Great Hall remained silent and you looked around, Neville’s hand still clasping yours.
“Are they waiting for us to do something?” you whispered to Neville.
“I don’t know,” he responded, looking around.
Your eyes met and after a moments pause, you pulled Neville’s collar towards you as he simultaneously grabbed your waist. The Great Hall burst into cheers as the two of you kissed.
You pulled a part and looked into his eyes, “I really like you. Actually.”
“Me too. Actually.”
You and Neville walked back up to a McGonagall who looked as though she was fighting back a smile and sat down side-by-side at the teachers table.
The students were still talking and you heard Jessica shout over the crowd, “I told you it would happen!”
•too cute for this world
•makes you some breakfast (but quietly)
•does some chores before you wake up
•is just s u n s h i n e
•gently shakes you
•honey it’s time for me to leave
•your little mumbles make him grin
•wants to cry you’re so cute
•leaves, but puts a lil note by your bed saying how much he loves you
•OMG HE HAS TO TAKE PHOTOS
•2,000 selfies of him + your bed head later
•takes a shower to look presentable for you, no way can you see him in an imperfect state
•you roll over on the floor
•he picks you up like a princess and kisses your forehead
•goes out to by some goldfish shaped bread bc why not, it’s his day off
•leaves it on the nightstand, get back into bed, and h u m s to you
•I’m not talking about a lullaby hum it’s a silly pop song
•Zen n o
•is stressed tbh
•looks at you, it cures her
•getting ready to file things that Jumin sends to her
•notices you have the blanket off slightly
•tucks you back in like the Girlfriend™ she is
•is a champ about starting the day after seeing you in a natural state
•literally made her day 1000% better bless
•is awoken by Elizabeth the 3rd padding across the Marble Floor™
•gently picks her up as he realizes you’re still asleep
•gears are turning
•Jumin please no
•J u m i n y e s
•basically you get a mouthful of cat fur before he goes off to let her drink the new patent pending Cat Wine™ that Jumin invested in
•lololololol you’re now prone to pranks and memes you nerd
•there’s no escaping this, you slept in late
•the best thing he can think of
•draws the sickest handlebar mustache on you
•and other things, but put lil hearts on your cheeks
•his cheeks are about as red as his hair as you start to wake up
•o h n o
•blocks the mirror and bathroom forever
•stumbles around a bit
•hears quiet snoring
•ah such a peaceful aesthetic morning
•rain is falling down, he makes you two some tea
•flips through catalogs for photography
•stumbles upon aesthetics for bedrooms
•you are his aesthetic
•takes a few aesthetic polaroids of you laying next to him, looking peaceful af
•loves you unconditionally as you do him bc both of you deserve wholesome love
•let’s be honest he keeps a knife in the nightstand
•maybe under it too
•nobody is hurting his baby
•lil protective, brushing hair out of your face
•admires the beauty that you can never see
•gently rubs your hand bc he knows it can make you feel relaxed and happy
•even if you’re out cold he knows
•curls his body around yours, hugging you to make sure you know you’re loved
•hugs you really close
•doesn’t want that feeling to go away
•he doesn’t want to be alone again.
Request: Omg i love your roan x reader imagines! Could you do one where the reader is from the sky people and she’s considered “the princess” of the sky people and a total badass warrior fighting for her people and when roan finally meets her he instantly fall in love and tries to make her HIS princess but quickly find out that she is determined to to stay loyal to her people so she play hard to get to. Her people and azgeda decides to show loyalty to each other and marry their princess and roan together
Roan paces through the camp, his eyes narrow as he watches you training. He’s never seen anything like it. The way you move quickly yet quietly, striking down your opponent with ease. Bellamy stands next to Roan, noticing the princes’ parted lips.
“Mhmm.” He smirks, “Our princess has that effect.”
“She’s your princess?” He questions, his eyebrows raise when he sees you smiling and laughing as you help your opponent up.