#MERLIN YOU ARE A FOOL A FUCKING FOOL YOU FUCKING IDIOT YOU ARE A FOOL AND I NEED TO GIVE YOU A HUG

[muchmossymess]

"There is no place for magic in Camelot." NOOOOOOOOOO MERLIN NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

#THE CRY OF ANGUISH I UNLEASHED AAUUUGGGHHHHH MERLIN BABY NOOOOOOO #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I NEED THE CANON DIVERGENT FICS NOW PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GOD MERLIN YOU FOOL #crying sobbing screaming #MERLIN YOU ARE A FOOL A FUCKING FOOL YOU FUCKING IDIOT YOU ARE A FOOL AND I NEED TO GIVE YOU A HUG #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #ok its ok im ok its ok im okay its all fine im normal we are back we are swell its okay #AUGHH I CANT TAKE THIS FUCKING SHOWWWWWWW AAAAAAAAAAAAA SCREAMING CRYING AGAIN #im. so. okay. #bbc merlin #merlin bbc #merlin emrys #merlin #emrys

[l0vegl0wsinthedark]

Yours, Always and With Love

Warnings: (implied) MCD, angst

For @longdaytogo 🫡🥲

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Dear "Mycroft",

I think I've finally figured out who you are. And I think it is bloody bollocking funny that I ended up with you as my pen pal. Are you really in the States? Merlin, I want to know what they think of you over there.

And you're wrong. There are people who miss you where you used to live.

You fucked up my nose,

HP

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I don't know who you think I am, but I'm not that person. You're not always right. You're can't be all good. People like you don't survive for long. I'm nothing like you and even I barely made it. You think you're special but you're just another fool like me. Find a new life like I did. Your government does not deserve your loyalty.

You deserved it for spying on me,

D. Mycroft

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Malfoy.

I don't do what I do out of a sense of loyalty. I do it because I want to be of some use. I'm definitely not all good and am most certainly a fool, you're right.

People keep writing about my bravery. They don't know I fake it. They don't know how afraid I am all the time. If I were less afraid, I'd find that new life.

HP

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Dear Potter,

I think I might enjoy tales of your masked cowardice. Write some down and send them along with your next letter.

You do what you do because you were brainwashed into thinking that it is your purpose in life. It is decidedly not, I assure you.

Fake it one more time and find that new life. You'll thank me for it. And maybe you'll stop whinging about your crooked nose.

Sincerely,

Draco Malfoy.

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Dear Malfoy,

Is my nose actually crooked because Hermione insists it's not, and Ron always starts talking about Ludo Bagman's nose? Needless to say, they're not very convincing. I now know why my dates never owl me back.

Speaking of which, I've had help throughout all of my many celebrated adventures. Perhaps if I had help (read: company) I might actually go start that new life. Find a new name too, maybe, while retaining my real initials of course. I'd hate to have to change my signature.

What do you think fits well with "HP"?

Best,

Harry

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Dear Hideous Pumpkin,

I think your dates might owl you back if you shaved that scraggly beard off and found new glasses. You look like an expensively dressed homeless person in all your press photos.

We have a way of finding what we seek, I think. Three weeks ago, all I really wanted was to make a connection. Now I'm writing this one prat every other day and it feels quite fulfilling, rather.

You do have company. Look closer.

Best,

Draco M

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Malfoy,

Sorry about the late reply. Work-related rubbish that you're probably not interested in.

I actually have been considering new frames. Do you think I should get bedazzled ones? I think they're in vogue now. They might help bring out my eyes or something.

It's a funny thing: connection. Kind of unpredictable where one might find 'em, right? I think I'm glad the pen pal agency connected me to you. It's definitely a fulfilling connection.

I'm writing this at 3am right before I run into work and get assigned a new mission. I'll be undercover and incognito so receiving/sending mail won't be possible, so I'll respond next when I'm back home. To make up for it, I've written down some of my earliest memories of my life in the cupboard and how I once locked my cousin in there. Go nuts and I hope you pull something as you laugh at me, you prat.

I'll be thinking of you.

Harry

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Dear Potter,

I enjoyed your little collection of memories. You really were always an idiot, I've learnt. I don't know what on earth possessed you to believe that any of it would make me laugh, though. You rightfully blame me for a crooked nose but you don't think to unapologetically ruin the people who stomped on you like a bug when you were a baby and then proceeded to keep you under their boot until you were eleven?

I'm flying to England on the 24th. I'll be staying at the Ritz, London. If you're back from your mission and you're well, ring me at the hotel and ask for D. Mycroft. We'll have dinner or something. My treat.

I truly despise your job. I don't like the idea of you cut off from me the world like that.

I hope to see you soon.

Draco

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Potter, I'm writing only because it would be incredibly rude of me to leave without telling you. I don't know what you think of me after last night. I might have asked you, if you'd been here when I woke up.

I'm sorry.

Malfoy

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Draco, you absolute fucking idiot.

You write to me instead of ringing me on the number I gave you? And then I stroll into the fucking Ritz clutching sausage rolls and shitty coffee and the receptionist has to politely insist that I bugger off because "Mr. Mycroft has checked out already"?!

TEXT ME with your phone number and address. I'll book the next available flight to you.

You fucking idiot oh my god.

Harry

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Dear Hideous Pumpkin Head,

You left three of your socks here and none match. Also, I know we only just hung up but I still wanted to write because somehow it's harder to insult you when I'm in front of you or listening to your voice.

My sheets stink of you. I'm never leaving this bed, I think.

Draco

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Draco. Can't call. Destroy your phone and SIM. Stay within wards. Don't lose sight of your wand.

I will contact you as soon as possible. I am so fucking sorry. My god please be safe I am so sorry.

I love you.

Harry

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Harry,

Did I really need to get a new owl? I'm perfectly safe and I am not afraid. Not anymore. Not when I have you.

I'm hoping that when you write me back, it will be to tell me that you've handed in your notice. The new flat here is enormous and it feels empty without you. Tell me when you'll be shipping your stuff and I'll make arrangements to have them brought here.

I can't wait.

Love,

Draco

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Harry, why won't you answer your stupid phone? Honestly, I'm tempted to write to the Ministry right now, if only I hadn't spent the last fifteen years wiping away all traces of my existence. How's the notice period going? Have you started packing yet? It's very, very quiet here and it's unsettling. I may end up getting a talking bird and it'll be your fault.

Please call me.

Love,

Draco

~

Harry your phone is turned off and I can't think why and I am writing separately to Granger as well. If I don't hear from either of you in three days, I'm coming back there and I don't care about fucking dark wizards. I'M a dark wizard, as I was reminded often. We'll fight them off together.

Please I can't bear this respond.

Draco

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Granger says you went missing eleven days ago. I don't care if you're undercover. My owl won't come back without finding you first.

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Dear Harry,

Today I woke up and looked out the window and it was snowing. Almost Christmas already! That night at the Ritz you talked about your horrifying Christmas experiences as a child and I vowed to rectify that as soon as I'm able.

I've hung up twenty-two stockings, my darling, and they all have your name on it. I have a list of things I think you'd have loved and I'm going to find them all and stuff those stockings until they're bursting.

I'm getting our tree today. You said you'd always wanted a real one. I wish you were here so we could decorate it together. I hate ladders.

I keep thinking about I can't believe it's been six months alre I want you here I can't pretend anymore Please come take me away with you

I miss you. Every second of every minute, I miss you. I love you more with each passing day. I want you to come back Harry plea

Yours, always and with love,

Draco

~

#i did it i lost my mcd virginity #I feel so exposed don't look at me #longy made me do it #everyone blame longy #my writing #drarry microfic #cw: mcd

[eroticdelusions]

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 ˢ - 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤

Warnings: smut, dom!reader, sub!narcissa

You kissed her back, grasped her waist, and pushed her even further up the wall. Your hand went up and down her body to her pelvis, teasing her. Your lips proceeded to her jawline, making sure you didn't miss anything. You then began to kiss and sucking your way down her neck to her sweet spot. Her mouth made a little sound, barely loud enough for you to hear.

You smiled as you went up and kissed her again, then pushed her dark green dress down her body, exposing herself completely. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. With her black velvet heels, she quickly kicked it away. You tutted, "Naughty girl, just begging to be touched, hm?"

When you looked up at her, her dark eyes were already fixed on you. You knew what she wanted: to be fucked like the desperate whore she was.

You quickly fastened your lips onto her nipple, causing her to gasp. You swirled your tongue around it, then lifted your left hand to take the other one into your fingers.

You discarded both and returned to her pelvis, teasing her. "Please..." she whimpered as she looked down at you. "And what would you like me to do, flower?" you chuckled against her skin, making her shudder.

Her cheeks flushed even as she thought about what she wanted you to do to her. "Touch me, plea-" 
You cut her off, which irritated her greatly. "Hmm, do I really want to do that?" Or do I want to see you squirm?"

She frowned, unsure what to say. But you couldn't say no to this little beauty, so you waited for her to respond. "Please, baby," she whispered as you stepped back up to kiss her.

Because of the nickname, you reddened. Your hand trailed its way down Narcissa's breasts and abdomen, then halted between the older woman's thighs, pushing against her smooth, delicate little cunt, causing a quiet moan from the older woman.

You ran your fingers along her slit, slightly brushing her sensitive spot. A whimper filled the room, turning you on even more. As your fingers circled her clit, your tongue crept into her lips.

"Please," she sobbed, attempting to remain silent, "use your fingers-" You complied by shoving two fingers into her already-soaked cunt. However, you didn't move them. "Merlin, Cissa, you're tight." In response, she groaned and jerked forward into you.

"Such pretty noises," you purred, sinking your head to latch your lips onto Narcissa's delicate neck, causing Narcissa to cry and clutch your waist with her hands. Her hands were so tight around your waist that her knuckles had turned white, and you had hardly started. 

"Such a gorgeous girl," you hummed against Narcissa's soft skin. "What a pretty little body. Look how it moves for me." Narcissa was so overcome with pleasure that she couldn't respond.

"So wet," you commented, almost mockingly. "Does your husband even touch you? Cissy, you're starving." Your teeth nibbled at Narcissa's neck, causing her to gasp shallowly and tilt her head back even further. "That man is an idiot. He had you in his bed every night and never touched you?" You made a smirk.

"He never spread your pretty little body across his bed, took you hard and stretched your tiny hole?"

Narcissa shook her head, out of breath. "N-no," she wept. "He never touched me..." 
You muttered something. "What a fool." You continued to suck and kiss her neck.

"Please move them," she whimpered, indicating to your fingers within her. Your skilful fingers circled Narcissa's clit until the older woman was gasping and writhing, pushing her hips up to seek more, and then abruptly, without warning or saying anything, your two fingers pounded in and out of Narcissa's cunt, prompting a little scream from the woman.

"You truly are starved," you remarked once again, repeatedly plunging your fingers into Narcissa's tight heat until she was almost weeping sliding slowly down the wall. "And tight. You can't even take a good fucking without crying."

As you caught her with your free hand, you grabbed her thigh, touching her ass. You looked at her deep brown eyes. Though her tears didn't fall, they welled up somewhat till her eyes gleamed with them as she struggled to process the incredible pleasure she wasn't used to the feeling, her body demanding for more.

She placed her arms around your neck for support, burying her head there as well. As she bit at your neck, her beautiful moans and screams were almost muffled.

You could hear yourself fucking her. The wet sounds from your fingers thrusting in and out of her, her soft moans filled the room. Her head falls back when you add a third finger, stretching out her tight walls.

When you noticed that she was looking away from you, your motions came to a complete halt. "I want to see your gorgeous little face when I have you cumming all over my fingers as I fuck you. Is that clear?"

"Y-yes! Please don't stop—" When you resume your motions, she is cut off. Your fingers return to her clit, pushing more more firmly.

This time she screams out loud, and her legs tremble violently. Your gaze rises to her hot face, her lips wide and her eyes rolling, her bared, exquisite chest rising and falling so forcefully that her breasts practically bounce. Her legs totally give out, and you can see she's only minutes from from coming undone.

"Y/n, just like that!" She whimpers as your motions get more intense.

She gives out a loud sob as her inner muscles tighten around you almost excruciatingly tightly. Her body trembles from head to toe, her little body sliding down the wall as her muscles fail and she is unable to stand on her own.

You lower her down inch by inch, continuously hammering her with your fingers and circling her clitoris while she grips you tighter and tighter, whimpers following her convulsions.  "Let it all out, Princess. Show me how much of a good girl you are and cum all over my fingers."

"F-f-uuuuck," she shrieks as she plunges headfirst into an earth-shattering climax. Her facial expression was enough to get you off right there. A warm liquid coats your fingertips, and you watch it fall to the floor, almost fascinated.

You unhook your thumb from her intimate centre and lower your knee beneath her as she collapses the rest of the way down the wall. You take care not to let her frail and defenceless body fall exposed on the floor.

Her trembling thighs clamp around yours as your fingers assist her through the last of her climax. She bucks a bit, her sweaty face buried against your neck and her fists balled into your chest, clenched around what she can get hold of of your bra, which is drooping over your shoulders.

She was gasping for air. When she appears to become too sensitive to the continued simulations, with a faint wince flashing across her face and through her hips, you withdraw your fingers completely and instead circle your arms around her curled body to pull her more snugly against you as you soothe circles into her shoulders with one thumb.

She continues to carefully rub herself on your leg, and you can feel your skin getting moist with her cum. She lets out one more little sob of ecstasy before fully stilling, lovingly nuzzling her face into the crook of your neck. You can't stop the adoring smile from spreading over your face as you embrace her still-shivering body.

She raises her head to look at you after a while. "Thank you," she says. "For what, flower?" you ask, perplexed. 
She doesn't respond, instead, snuggles back into your neck. You sigh and smile to yourself,

"Come on Cissa, let's get you cleaned up.”

#narcissa malfoy #narcissa black #narcissa black x reader #narcissa malfoy x reader #harry potter #narcissa malfoy smut #narcissa malfoy fanfiction #narcissa malfoy x y/n #subnarcissa #domreader #malfoy manor #gxg smut #wlw

[lightvialamp]

january 13 - wet || @jegulus-microfic || wc: 729 || pt 2. of yesterday's microfic, pt. 3

Regulus sighed. It had been three days since James had come up to him by the lake, and really, he had no idea what had come over him. He felt like he did during class presentations, where he went up to the front of the room with his notecards and then sat down ten minutes later with no recollection of what he had said and a vague uneasiness churning in his gut.

Well. It was out there now, and obviously James knew something. That something being predicated on the fact that Regulus had pretty much told him that he had a voyeurism kink—both watching and being watched, apparently—although this wasn’t something that he himself had explored. Or, really even known. 

Regardless, James was staring again. It was constant now, a cursory glance around the great hall or in the corridor between Charms and Transfiguration a surefire way to catch hazel eyes already upon him. He didn’t know what to do about it. If he should do anything about it. 

He sighed again when he glanced across the room at the Gryffindor table and found James clearly trying to pretend that he hadn’t just been staring holes into the side of Regulus’ head by putting a large bite of some sort of pie (that had obviously not yet cooled) in his mouth. Immediately, his eyes went large and round, mouth open and breaths coming quickly in the universal hmpha hmpha hmpha noise one makes when food is too hot. He choked it down, and, water glass in hand, proceeded to make a giant, wet mess of himself, the table in front of him, and the two unfortunate souls sitting to his left and right (Regulus noted with glee that one of them was Sirius). 

Regulus watched as they pushed each other around trying to get out of the worst of the spill, smiles bright amid the chaos. 

“What the hell are you looking at and why is it making you smile to yourself like a lovesick idiot?” came Barty’s voice from his right, accompanied by an elbow to the ribs. Barty followed his gaze and laughed derisively, sitting back in his chair. “You know you’re just as bad as he is, right?”

“Fuck off, Barty.”

“No, I’m serious. You’re over here making a fool of yourself as you watch him make a fool of himself, and I have to say. It’s hilarious.”

Regulus added a kick to Barty’s shin under the table for that. “Fuck off, Barty. Merlin.”

They sat there in silence for a moment before Regulus reared to the side, finger in Barty’s face—the traitor was already laughing at him again— to say, “And I am NOT as bad as he is.”

“Okay,” snorted under his breath was the only response Regulus got until a swift flick to the ball of his cheek had him bringing a hand to his face along with a muttered “Merlin, Regulus, calm the fuck down. All I mean is that you’re playing cat and mouse with the guy and it’s still unclear who’s who. And like. You can be whoever you want in this situation, but I’m guessing you’d rather be the cat.”

“Okay…?”

“Okay. So work your shit out and go fucking get him?” Barty sighed. “Why am I doing all the work around here?”

“Well your metaphors are a little convoluted for someone who hasn’t turned in a single piece of coursework this term,” Regulus retorted, feeling a little bit like a light bulb had gone off over his head at the same time as he had been slapped in the face. Though, he shouldn’t be surprised since that’s what most of his conversations with Barty felt like. 

Barty just raised his eyebrows. Regulus sighed, and looked over at the Gryffindor table again. James’ eyes danced away quickly, as he knew they would, but there was an edge there that he hadn’t seen before. 

“Fuck.”

“Mhm? See something new?” Barty already sounded smug, though Regulus was no longer paying attention to him and was, instead, cataloging all of his interactions with James from the past three days.  

“Fuck.”

James was playing a game. Or, at least continuing the game that Regulus had started—and thought he’d ended—in the clearing by the lake. And now that Regulus knew that they were playing a game, well, he wasn’t about to lose, was he?

#unfortunately. or fortunately. depending on how you look at it. this will need a third part #regulus sighs a lot in this one #just btw #anyway #moving back to school today wish me luck #jegulus #james x regulus #jegulus microfic #sunseeker #starchaser #marauders #marauders fic #my writing #vee's microfics

[mkmgwrites]

Draco knew he had to say something to the dazzling woman in front of him. Her periwinkle gown glimmered under the lights of the Yule Ball.

She was a vision.

Aphrodite herself reincarnated.

His feet carried him to her instinctively, logic barreling down the drain as he approached the wary witch.

She appraised him with a bewildered expression, as surprised as he was to find himself standing there in front of her.

“Malfoy” she said carefully.

He stood dumbly, ensnared by her wide honey coloured eyes.

Speak you idiot. Say something.

“Granger.”

This was his chance. Weasley and Potter would be back soon. He would only get one opportunity to win her over.

“You look….”

Merlin. How could he even begin to describe it? Stunning? Ethereal? Like everything he’d ever wanted?

Her brow furrowed as he struggled to formulate a response.

Stop making a fool out of yourself Draco. Come on say something.

“…you look…”

Delicious. Sinful. Captivating. Beautiful. Hurry up Draco you piece of-

“Shit.”

Grangers mouth widened in shock an indignation, her cheeks staining crimson as she spluttered in rage, “Excuse me?!”

Ah fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

#dramione fanfiction #dramione #hermione x draco #draco x hermione #ao3 fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #dramione fanfic #draco fanfiction #hermione fanfiction

[dewitty1]

Fic Recs Wrap Up - December 2022 ｡ﾟ✶ฺ.ヽ(*´∀`*)ﾉ.✶ฺﾟ｡

At the end of our world by gnarf @gnarf

It took three days before the first hints were on the news, and a week before Harry spotted the first Infected on his own street. A month until there was no chance of stopping the panic, and six weeks until the government and Ministry fell. Then the TV stopped airing anything but a standby with the message ‘Stay safe’, and the world as he’d known it ended forever. Ten weeks later he got an answer from Hermione. “It spread. There’s no way back. We love you, Harry. Take care.” Rec Post

Kaleidoscope by Saras_Girl

If Harry’s honest, the last thing he needs is a house full of Draco Malfoy, but partners are partners, and perhaps, the thing he wants the least will turn out to be absolutely everything.  Rec Post

Loverboys by corvuscrowned @corvuscrowned

As post-war violence and tensions rise, it seems as if there’s no hope to unify the wizarding world. Except, maybe, a manufactured relationship between resident Saviour Harry Potter and known purveyor of the Dark Arts Draco Malfoy. (The fact that they detest each other is beside the point.)

But as Draco’s unrelenting mind games begin to wear him down, Harry has to remind himself that it’s all fake. The relationship is fake. The affection is fake. The pet names, the romance — even the engagement photos are fake.

But there’s something in Draco’s kiss that might just be real. Rec Post

The Truth About Love by waterwings @amywaterwings

In which Draco is a high-powered magical divorce lawyer and Harry is the Unspeakable assigned to seduce him. It goes as well as one might expect. Rec Post

Merlin’s Kitchen by Writcraft @writcraft

Merlin’s Kitchen is a shit nightclub but having sex with Harry Potter might improve things. Rec Post

1,000 Points From Gryffindor by @blithelybonny

The story of how Harry Potter single-handedly lost Gryffindor the House Cup while attempting to have a “normal” year at Hogwarts. Featuring Harry’s suspicious nature turned up to eleven again, a new DADA teacher who is so not here for Harry’s fame, multiple detentions, Slytherins being sneaky, Hufflepuffs being sneakier, and the mystery of Draco Malfoy’s hoodie because seriously Hermione who gave that to him and is he wearing it just to torment me? This is ridiculous! Rec Post

The Secret Keeper by fools_errand

written by @the-fools-errand with art by @razielim

On Halloween 1981, Albus Dumbledore made a decision that would change the course of history, concealing Harry Potter’s survival at the hands of Lord Voldemort underneath a Fidelius Charm. But when Harry comes of age in the Muggle world, Dumbledore realises too late that the fate of the world may depend on a boy who has never held a wand.

An unlikely team assembles to teach him everything he needs to know before the charm runs out, but only one of them knows the truth behind the Dark Lord’s return to power. If it were anyone else, Draco would have no problem turning them over to the Death Eaters, but there’s something about this certain bespectacled idiot that has him questioning everything he’s ever known.

Will Draco seal the fate of the wizarding world by uncovering the Chosen One or will Harry save Draco from a fate of his own? Rec Post

Feather by shushu_yaoi_lj @orange-peony

Green eyes greet Draco when he arrives at the school gates, ready to start his new job as a Hogwarts professor after spending ten years in France. “Hey,” Potter says, waving at him as he approaches. “We weren’t expecting you until the start of term.” Draco is speechless. What the fuck is Potter doing at Hogwarts? Rec Post

Chasing Shadows by manixzen @manixzen

The murder of Lucius Malfoy seems impossible—no cause of death, no traces of spell-work, no potions in his system. The only leads Harry and his partner have are the trail of missing wizards the deeper they go. That and the help of the victim’s estranged son who now spends his time bartending at a queer-friendly Muggle pub.

A case fic featuring a closeted Harry Potter, an out-and-proud, tattooed Draco Malfoy, and a murder mystery that seems to lead to more questions than answers. Rec Post

Here are a few more fics I've read recently that y'all might like to check out as well! (ﾉ^ヮ^)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧

All I Want For Christmas (Is For You To Stop Talking) by Femme (femmequixotic) @femmequixotic, noeon (noe) @noeeon

The Niffler’s Garden is the most prestigious wizarding nursery school in England and has been for the last century or more. Harry Potter’s boys are both enrolled as pupils at the Garden. When he volunteers to assist with the Yule pageant, he has no idea that he’ll be working closely with another parent, Draco Malfoy. Although they haven’t seen each other much since their own school days, Harry faults Malfoy for not being a hands-on dad to little Scorpius. Will the intense weeks of preparation fan the fires of enmity or something else entirely? Rec Post

Butterflies in Winter by Justlikewriting

Of course Harry had known that Malfoy’d been sent to Azkaban, but, to be honest, since the trials Harry hadn’t really thought of the git at all anymore. A random visit to Slug and Jiggers was about to drastically change that, though.

And whose exactly were those letters that Harry found there?

You Know the Feeling by iota @sorrybut-blog

Harry waits, but the hex never comes. In the mirror, Malfoy’s eyes dip shut, and he lets out a soft sound that goes right through Harry, heat rising in his body, pushing out against his chest.

Malfoy turns slowly, careful not to dislodge Harry’s hand. He swallows, Adam's apple bobbing, then speaks, his voice low. “Don’t start something you won’t finish.”

***

Harry’s not sure why he’s started hooking up with Malfoy. Boredom, or the heat of the summer, maybe. Whatever it is, it’s nothing too complicated. Right?

Paper Rings by lettersbyelise @lettersbyelise

When Harry’s in need of a divorce lawyer, he has no choice but to turn to the best in the trade. Draco Malfoy’s reputation for discretion is flawless, and his track record for winning cases is close to perfect. But he’s also ruthless, passionate, and as infuriating as ever, and the brief relationship he and Harry had in Eighth Year still feels painfully fresh despite two decades spent apart.

What Harry and Draco used to be is all in the past. And surely they can work together in these new, emotionally charged circumstances without falling in love all over again… can’t they?

The Trouble with Wanting by waldorph @waldorph

Draco Malfoy is cleared of all charges; this is what happens next.

( •ॢ◡-ॢ)-♡ I hope you enjoy these fics as much as I have! Happy reading, y’all & I hope 2023 is good to you! Happy New Year! xoxo Carey  (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*💜💙💚💛❤💗💕💖

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[vivvvy]

I know i’m not the only one.

harry potter x !fem reader

⚠️: not really any warnings, angst, cheating, slapping.

Summary: While getting ready for bed in her dorm, y/n receives news from a certain someone that harry is cheating on her. (also this is not proofread.)

this is my first post! (and angst) please tell me if this is good.

may or may have not added 2 euphoria references haha

today was a very long day. between OWLS, dealing with Umbridge, and having an insane amount of homework, I barely had time for myself. thanks to Hermione, i was able to get help with homework so i finished it earlier, but that was a couple of hours ago. after I finished everything, I went shopping for a bit to calm myself down before finally returning at my dorm. I grab my keys and I put it in the lock. when I had gotten in there, though, Cho and Hermione were in my room.

“merlin- what the hell are you doing here?” I say to the girls, both mad and concerned in why they had gotten into my dorm.

“We have something to tell you.. it’s quite serious actually,-“ hermione said before being cut off by cho

“you may want to sit down. it’s about me and harry.” cho responded in a guilty tone, like something bad had happened.

confused and filled with worry, i sat down. then i thought of the worst, harry and cho were dating? or maybe he had broken up with me?

“do you want to tell her or should i?” hermione whispers to cho, and she just nods.

“harry kissed me after our meeting in the room of requirement. he’s also been cheating on you with me.” cho told me, looking down at the floor.

at first, i laughed. then i took it seriously.

“you’ve got to be kidding me.” i said, my voice filled with anger, instead of sadness.

cho just stood there, still looking down.

“how long had this been going on?” i ask, my patience growing thin.

“since we first started the lessons with harry.”

i turned to hermione, now i was mad.

“and you knew about this and didn’t tell me?”

she stood there. all she did was stand there unresponsive.

cho was now crying. she was fucking crying.

“oh you’re fucking crying? you’re crying? you are the most idiotic person i have ever fucking met, you kissed my boyfriend and you’re fucking crying?”

i left the room. i could not be in the same room with a girl who knew that a boy was in a relationship, yet still ruined that relationship.

i made my way to the gryffindor tower. i was so angry that i was crying, yet i should not be crying over a boy who cheated on a girl simply because be was fooled. i will not let myself be embarrassed like this.

i finally got to the painting with the fat lady. i didn’t know the password since i was a hufflepuff, but i angrily knocked. to my surprise, someone opened the door. harry.

“oh, hi y/n! how are you?”

“don’t you dare act like everything is okay. i know about you and cho, i know you kissed her, i know you were messing with her. what the fuck is wrong with you? i treat you great, i try to be an amazing girlfriend, and this is what i get in return? you didn’t even tell me. cho and hermione had to tell me after i had gotten back from shopping.” i was getting close to him, tears were streaming down my face. these were not sad tears, however they were angry ones.

people in the common room overheard and were now watching. three of then i had recognized as the weasley twins and their little brother, ron. and boy were they shocked.

our relationship had seen like the most perfect thing. we would get each other gifts, call each other nicknames that were corny, watched movies, baked together, and did so much more. yet he chose to throw it all away for a girl who cries when she ruins someones relationship.

“y/n, i’m sorry.” that’s all he said. three words, and that was it.

“oh you’re sorry? you’re sorry? you think a lame ass apology is going to fix this?” i shout, the people around us watching as we fight.

“what more do you want me to say?”

“maybe saying sorry like you actually fucking mean it? and also, a sorry isn’t going to fix what we had. everything was perfect, we were a great couple! yet you threw that away.” i yell, but now i’m not crying. i’m yelling.

“can we still be together, though?”

that set me off. everyone was not watching us, more people coming down from their dorms. then i finally did it. i slapped him.

“oh shit!“ someone said. others gasped.

“i got to say, potter, i’ve had a lot if regrets, but meeting you is at the top of my list.”

he finally takes the hint. now he knows that we will no longer be seeing each other. that on saturdays, we won’t study together. on wednesday nights, we won’t bake chocolate chip cookies or sit by the fire drinking hot chocolate. and we most certainly will never, and i mean never, be back together again.

“i love you, y/n.”

i laugh, and turn to look at him one last time.

“don’t you dare say you love me.”

#harry potter #harry potter angst #harry potter x reader

[yoonnamjin25]

Ok but I need a post canon, Arthur returns, slow burn, Merthur, kind of fic where we can acompany our beloved king through the different stages of grief he will go through when Merlin tells him he's been dead for over 1500 years so he lost his kingdom, knights, friends and wife. A fic where we can see Merlin introducing Arthur to the 21st century and its technology that he insists is just magic, Mer-lin, I know it, I'm no fool. I know magic when I see it. A fic where we can see Arthur still struggling to fully trust on Merlin again because yes, he forgave him and he doesn't really care about the magic (except he does because Merlin's eyes look so beautiful when they are gold and where did that come from, Arthur Pendragon? Merlin, beautiful? Ha! The clotpole must've been right when he told you you shouldn't drink a third cup of that dark, strong, addictive beverage) but he still can't get over all the years of constant lies and deceiving, and Merlin feels guilty af so he tries to win his trust once again day by day and keep the promise he made to himself that day he finally confessed his magic to Arthur to not lie to him ever again. A fic full of fluffy moments between merthur where we can see them fall for each other harder slowly but surely until one day, after 3 or 4 months since Arthur came back, he finally kisses Merlin. And then they kiss some more. And more. And they are so happy grinning like idiots between kisses because finally they are on the same page. And everything is perfect. And Arthur suddenly loses his shirt somehow and things are getting heated although everything is still so soft and sweet and tentative. And then the doorbell rings. They ignore it at first, Arthur's orders, but the person behind the door is insistent so they have to stop so Merlin can go and see who it is. And when he finally opens the door, his jaw almost hit the floor because the person in front of him is no other than the fucking Queen of Camelot, his first and beloved friend, Guinevere Pendragon, the long ago dead widow of Arthur Pendragon, king of Camelot, whom he's been making out with seconds ago. And then everything goes downhill coz Gwen sees her husband and Arthur is so shocked to see her again and then they are hugging and smiling and kissing and glowing with happiness and then there's Merlin, with tears in his eyes as he sees them reunite again. As he sees Arthur reunited with his true love. And when the king finally takes a moment to process everything that is happening while having Guinevere laughing crying in his arms, his eyes find Merlin, his Merlin, the one he had in his arms minutes ago and everything comes crashing. Reality hits him so hard he can't even breathe for a second. Because he was happy with Merlin and even though he hadn't yet admitted it out loud, he knew, deep in his soul, that he was in love with him, but then Guinevere is back! His beautiful, amazing, sweet and wonderful queen who he loves with all his heart is back from the death and how is that even possible???

Phew! A fic full of drama and angst and hurt/comfort and tough decisions that Arthur will have to make eventually because he loves them both, but he only can have one and that is breaking him apart because he is a righteous man at heart and he knows that as a married man, his choice should be clear as water, but his soul is screaming at him because it wants something else, someone else, and he doesn't know what to do as he knows whatever he decides, one of the two people he loves the most in his life will end up brokenhearted. But life is unfair and cruel to everyone. Even to legendary kings.

So.

Can someone please write it?

For me???

Pretty please???

#merthur #fic prompt #i've been having this idea in my head for ages now but haven't find anything remitely similar #i could write it but it wouldn't turn out as great as it is in my head #i am desperate #i need someone to write this please #i love drama #i love angst #i love merthur #i love to respect the canon of the show but give it a little twist in a future escenario #i love the idea of arthur choosing gwen back in his camelot days but choosing merlin in the modern world #arthur loves gwen with all his heart but he also loves merlin with all his soul #true loves doesn't mean forever lovers #i also live for that moment in the fic where arthur confesses his feelings for merlin to gwen #she will be hurt but so understanding too #ok enough of the tags #this is getting out of hand #but this is how you know i've been thinking about it deeply and for way too long #please someone have mercy on this poor little untalented soul that can't write for the life of her

[floshav]

daydreams

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fandom: Harry potter

pairings: regulus black x fem!reader

heads up! words that are written in italics are y/n's or regulus' thoughts

ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ : 1.7k

warnings : mention of readers chest being small, cuss words, pining, dirty thoughts, jealousy, obsessive thoughts

summary: regulus and y/n have become quite close over the years, it all started when they found relatability in both having obnoxious siblings who overshadowed them. One smitten day, y/n finally realised that she'd just might be catching feelings for her best friend. She would always find herself nervous or giddy whenever they were together. Always wondering whether she looked fine or if she could ever be his type. These were all new feelings to her, nothing that she'd ever really thought about in the past when she was with him, but the main thoughts that fled her mind were far more devious than she'd like to admit. Regulus takes up on the fact that y/n seems dazed out whenever they're together, and makes it his mission to find out what just runs through her mind.

!picture is not mine!

"Regulus Arcturus Black. if you like the damn girl just go talk to her! idiot." Y/n said with a mouth full of bland mashed potatoes, she never really liked the taste.. but what choice did she have anyway.

"No, i will not embarass my stupid ass in front of Heather. Plus i dont even like her that much!" Regulus screeched exhaustedly.

"Yea right. Why did you get all nervous and panicky when she spoke to you? I call bullshit Black" Y/n now said while sipping on her goblet filled with pumpkin juice.

"Its because i literally have no social skills whatsoever when it comes to girls y/n. You should know that by now stupid." Regulus said in an annoyed smiley face, almost chuckling at his inabilities.

"Wowwwww. Fine. So im not a girl to you then?" Y/n scoffed while rolling her eyes dramatically.

"Yes madam y/n! I think you'd suit a beard. Oh wait, or was it Sir y/n?" Regulus teased while continuing the last bit of last minute homework he had layed on the table.

"Fuck off." Y/n now said with a toothy grin trying to focus on the meal at hand "Look the only reason why i dont feel nervous around you is because you're my bestfriend y/n. What, do you want me to be nervous around you?" Regulus now said directly looking into y/n's eyes making her feel a weird churn of nervousness in her stomach.

"U-uh no. What- i totally knew that! I was just messing with you Reggie." Y/n mumbled now not being able to hold the eye contact she was holding seconds ago.

Was this how it was going to be from now on? Me feeling this weird sensation whenever Regulus got a bit playful. Ugh kill me now.

Without realising it, y/n had been silent for a few moments just lost in her thoughts making Regulus' curiousity peek.

"What in merlin's name has you so zoned out. Helloooo" Regulus said whilst waving his hand effortlessly in her face.

'Hmm? Yes what is it." Y/n said finally out of her head

"Nothing. You just seem a bit off lately, everything alright?" Regulus inquired now paying full attention to her

"N-no. Uhm everythings fine. Stop acting weird Reggie!" Y/n panicked, because it seemed like he was catching on to her thoughts

"Okay... chill out wanker" Regulus now said with an awkward face, but resumed his homework to end this seemingly awkward conversation they were beginning to have.

"Hey Regulus! c'mere!!"

y/n and regulus whipped their heads to meet eyes with the voice whow as calling his name. Low and behold, it was Heather.

She was sitting over next to her gang giggling and whispering to eachother, like a bunch of idiots y/n thought.

There it was again, those feelings of jealousy that turned in her stomach.

Stop it you idiot! Stop stop stop. This is great for regulus. He needs another friend. Yes. Enough!

"Shit, what the hell do i do?!?" Regulus now panicked whilst trying to make it seem like he wasnt. Ultimately failing at it of course.

"Just go talk to her fool! This is your time to finally make a new girlfrien- i mean friend thats a girl! Reggie look, if anything happens i'll be here, ready. Wands out and all." Y/n said with reassuring eyes which always made Regulus feel better.

"Okay. OKAY OKAY. I CAN DO THIS. Thank you y/n. You're the bestest friend ever" Regulus motivated himself whilst slowly getting out of his chair for a slow yet sauve approach towards Heather and her minions.

Even though y/n was proud of her shy friend, she couldnt help put feel a pit form at the bottom of her stomach from the words "You're the bestest friend ever". I mean it was true right? They were the bestest friends. Probably the bestest friends in Hogwarts if it wasnt for their obnoxious siblings being the so called marauders. So why was she feeling sad that it was just that.

Y/n glanced over at the pair who had seemed to kick it off. It wasnt much of a sight for sore eyes persay, but what could she do.

She glanced over at her watch which she wished was running late, because it meant she was late for her first class, potions with slughorn. Great. She checked back to see if regulus had noticed the time, but all she saw was the thing she loved most, his smile intended for the eyes of Heather. Without even bothering, she got up and gathered her textbooks to leave the great hall.

Timeskip to the middle of class!

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Y/n spent most of the class bored, wondering where Regulus was because he was NEVER late, and she really means never. Her attention was finally awakened when everyone heard the wooden door to the classroom creak open, only to reveal... Regulus.

"Ah! Regulus Black. Finally care to join us now? You've been absent for the past 30 minutes! You shall see me after class. Now, take your seat and refer to the person next to you." Slughorn warned sternly.

Y/n didnt even bother to look his way, knowing that he didnt even notice her leave the great hall earlier, let alone for 30 minutes straight. It was petty of her, but they were bestfriends for merlins sake! They never left eachother's side ever since they met.

Out of the blue, she felt a small piece of crumpled up parchment hit the side of her face. She crouched down the pick it up, finally realising it was from the douche himself.

She subconsciously rolled her eyes while unravelling it to see Regulus' neat handwritting apologising for the earlier events.

hey im sorry for not walking to class with you earlier, Heather wanted to show me something and guess what? She ended up locking me in the fucking broom closet with her for like 30 minutes trying to make out with me or some shit.

was what the letter read out.

Y/n started to feel a pit of jealousy form but couldn't help but feel bad that Regulus had to do something he didnt want to do. But many thoughts raced her mind.

What if they actually did makeout and he was trying to make it seem like they didnt. No y/n. Stop why would you even care if he made out with her or not. Its good that he's getting some action in his romantic life right? Right.

What if it was me that was stuck in there with him. All the things i'd do to see him in a loose tie and ruffled up hair panting breathless all because of me. The way his hands would feel on my waist while i stared up at him with innocent eye- SHIT. STOP LETTING THESE THOUGHTS ROAM YOUR HEAD!!

And with those thoughts, Y/n's face immedietly turned red with embarassment and lust. What if those thoughts ever became a reality were the thoughts that constantly replayed in her mind.

"psst wanker. I didnt mean to leave you, seriously. Im sorry." Regulus now said dangerously close to y/n's ear, making her feel hot all of a sudden.

"Whatever" was the only word that y/n mumbled whilst focusing her attention back to whatever slughorn was saying.

"C'mon dont be like that." was the last sentence Regulus said before giving up

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ time skip ! after all classes

Y/n spent the whole day speed walking away from Regulus just to not cause a scene. If there was no one around she would most definitely be running away from the boy, not wanting to see his face at all. Life was a blur at that point, thoughts fogged up with Regulus whilst y/n dragged through the day without any social interaction, which surely couldn't be healthy until finally, Regulus managed to corner her at the end of an empty hallway.

"Y/n, whats up with you? You've been avoiding me for the whole day." Regulus now said while looking into y/n's eyes hands at the side of her face pinning the wall behind her.

Y/n started to feel nervousness bloom in her stomach again, and even in the places she didnt want to mention.

"Look. I get it, im a forgettable part of your day so what's the point in dwelling on this friendship when you could go start a fresh new one with Heather!" Y/n said frustrated while she felt a heavy feeling start to overcome her eyes.

"Y/n what? Are you okay? How can you be a forgettable part of my day when i literally spend every waking moment with you! Even when we're apart, the only things that cross my mind are.. well first of all slughorns long ass essay papers, but for the most part you!" Regulus softly raised his voice with frustration while his mouth hung low

"I-i, Im sorry im not enough Reggie. Maybe Heather would be a better friend, i mean she's pretty, she has good grades and for merlin's sake atleast she has womanly boobs for a guy to like." Y/n cried out now feeling tired with herself whilst she looked down to her shoes.

"Hey look at me." Regulus said while using his hand to lift her chin up

"I don- " He sighs. "i dont fucking want Heather y/n. I want you and only you." He said with intense eye contact which made y/n fall weak in her knees.

"Y-you wh-" Before y/n could finish her sentence, she felt a warm pair of lips gently crash into hers before doubtfully backing away.

"i-i shit. im sorry y/n i dont know why i did that i-" Regulus stuttered with regret before feeling a soft pair of hands and lips caress his face roughly.

"Shut up. You're forgiven" Y/n mumbled through their much so needed kiss.

Regulus had both his arms wrapped around the bottom of her waist, being ever so delicate with the touch whilst y/n was going at it at his lips, wanting the moment to last forever. Soft pants and whimpers were left from Regulus' mouth wanting y/n to never stop.

"I wish i told you i loved you sooner." Were the last words that left Regulus' mouth before their night took off.

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GUYS. This was my FIRST ATTEMPT AT WRITING SOME BORDERLINE STEAMY STUFF. *cries internally* i hope it was okay... i know it was short but if you liked it lmk please!! i will release more in the future. Also if you have any requests for fanfic plots, you can always flood my asks!!

#regulus #regulusblack #harrypotter #harry potter fanfic #regulusblackfanfic #regulus being a little shit #regulus black fanfiction #regulus black #hogwarts #angst #smut #fanfiction #hp universe #harry potter #regulus x y/n #femreader #regulus arcturus black #friends to lovers #heathers

[ununquadius]

Uhm. Hello. I know you have like…. LOADS of real life stuff to deal with. But… if you want/need a distraction, may I offer you a prompt for a fic?? Your choice of pairing, no pressure or anything. Maybe a bit of (re: possibly a LOT) angst..? Anyway, it’s a songprompt, here you go https://open.spotify.com/track/19dNZyDyw00aKgr6S0Os6e?si=h88rjeYKR5u6s2FF2lJ6lA

Cheers, I love you!

(I promise, the link does NOT lead to a post or song about spiders ;) no mentions of spiders at all, actually)

Hi. I wrote this for you (as you already know😂). Thanks so much for the prompt and the new song to listen! Here’s your drabble❤️❤️ Love youuu (thanks for no spiders link)

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“Hello. I’m just here to hear your voice again. It’s the only thing that makes the pain go away, you know? But you say nothing, of course. I miss you, Harry. I miss you like I never thought I’d miss someone. I miss your grumpiness at breakfast because you’re still half asleep, I miss your bad jokes and your silly glasses, and I miss our chats. Merlin! I miss chatting with you so much! 

With you I felt whole, you know? I felt like I wasn’t lost and alone anymore, but now… Now it’s just me. And I don’t know what to do or how to act. Fuck. I’m so lost… You said— you promised we were going to be together for a lifetime, but ten years isn’t a lifetime. It’s just a blink. Just— 

You’re such an idiot, Potter. Such a fucking idiot. ‘Everything’s going to be fine’ you said. And I believed you like a fool. If the Saviour says so, then there’s no need to worry, right? Such a fucking idiot, Harry… 

There should be a sign or something, you know? When it’s the last time you’re going to talk to someone. That way you can tell them how much you love them and how much they mean to you. Otherwise you tell them something like ‘I’m late for work. Tell Weasley I adore him’. I can’t believe my last words to you were about how much I adore Weasley for sending that chocolate cake and not how much I love you. But it’s your fault, really, because you’re an idiot, because you always have to play the hero, the saviour. 

And now… Now it’s just me. Just me because you left me. I’m so mad at you. I’m so so mad…when I die and see you in the afterlife, I’m going to kill you again. That’s how mad at you I am. You were the one person that I wasn’t supposed to lose. But I’m a mess so I lost everyone: Vincent, Father, you.

It’s getting late. I’ll come again tomorrow. Do you like these flowers or do you want others?… Of course you say nothing. I love you.”

#harry x draco #drarry #harry potter #dead character #dead character tw #mcd #mcd tw

[serpentineego]

Venenatum

Sneak peak of chapter five "Glass Cannon"

Fifth Year Flashback

               She was staring at him again, and he loathed every minute of it.

               There was no reason why the Mudblood keeping a close eye on Potter should bother Draco, Merlin knew the idiot needed all the help he could get. He knew she viewed the two trolls she hung out with as nothing more than friends, yet the obvious attention she was paying to Potter irritated him to no end.

               Draco gripped his desk until his knuckles turned white as he glared at the owner of the mop of messy black hair in front of him, watching as Scar Head received a comforting pat on the shoulder from Granger. Seeing her touch another man, even one as harmless as Potter, caused a wave of fury to pass over Draco with such intensity that it took every ounce of his control not to Avada the git right there in the middle of their History of Magic class. Draco attempted to placate the bloodlust within himself with thoughts on how he would rip the fool apart for taking affection from his witch. He did not like it when other people touched his things.

               Granger was his Mudblood, after all.

               A sharp elbow in the ribs brought Draco out of his daydreaming and back to reality. His glare turned to his desk mate beside him as he held his side.

               “Ouch! What the fuck?” Draco whispered as he turned to Theo, “What was that for?”

               “You’re being obvious mate,” Theo whispered back as he rolled his eyes, “maybe keep the blatant jealousy contained while we are stuck in a room full of our peers?”

               “Fuck off, Nott,” muttered Draco as he sat up in his seat, “you have no idea what you’re talking about.” Draco picked up his quill and started scribbling notes as fast as he could, hoping Theo would get the hint that he was not going to discuss the matter any further.

               Theo did not, in fact, get the hint.

               “If you’re referring to the secret late-night liaisons you’ve been having with Miss Know-It-All over there,” Theo inclined his head toward the Gryffindor sitting ahead of them, “then I would say I do indeed have an idea on what I’m talking about.”

#female writers #why am i like this #dhr fanfiction #dramione fanfiction #fanfiction #dramione #harry potter fanfiction #please read my shit #writers of tumblr #creative writing #writer community #toxic draco malfoy #possessive draco malfoy #unhealthy relationship #draco x hermione #dramione fanfic #dhr #hermione x draco #audience of seven #ao3 writers #ao3 #venenatum #sneak peak #wip update #wip #wip stuff #hope you like it #queen of flashbacks #female writer #in the middle of the night

[ratdoeswriting]

one day

Summary: Of course Merlin knew this day would come. As convincing as he was as the bumbling fool of a man servant, he was actually quite intelligent. So he knew that, one day, Arthur would find out that he had magic. But he didn’t prepare for it, he didn’t prepare because he still clung to the blind hope that maybe, just maybe, Arthur wouldn’t find out.

Or: I'm a sucker for Arthur-finds-out-fics and happy endings, so here we are.

Pairing: Merlin/Arthur

Warnings: none!!

Word count: 2.3K

A/N: this is crossposted on AO3 and my main blog under the same title 

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Of course Merlin knew this day would come. As convincing as he was as the bumbling fool of a man servant, he was actually quite intelligent. So he knew that, one day, Arthur would find out that he had magic. But he didn’t prepare for it, he didn’t prepare because he still clung to the blind hope that maybe, just maybe, Arthur wouldn’t find out.

“I have to leave.” There was no room in Merlin’s voice for argument, but Gwaine was a stubborn bastard.

“Merlin, stop being such an idiot and listen to me,” Gwaine snapped, sitting on the bag Merlin was trying to pack, “Arthur will not have you executed - how could you think he would, after all this time, after everything you’ve been through together, why would he kill you? He loves you Merlin - you know this!”

“He doesn’t, not anymore, not after today. And as for why he would kill me, I don’t know, maybe the fact that I'm a warlock would incite him to personally hoist me onto a pyre and burn me himself!?” He cried hysterically before shoving Gwaine onto the floor so he could continue to pack.

“Fuck me, Merlin, you are aware we’re talking about Arthur, not his father? Actually, better question, have you had your memory wiped? Have you forgotten about the time he helped the druid boy escape? Have you forgotten about the multiple occasions he has disobeyed a direct order and risked his life for you, Merlin? Have you forgotten, or did I hallucinate you telling me all of this? He would not hurt you.” Gwaine stood again, grabbing Merlin by the shoulders and slamming him into his cupboard. He was angry with Merlin for thinking Arthur would do anything to hurt him, but he was even angrier with Arthur for allowing Merlin's imagination to run as wild as it was.

“You’re right, all of that is true - but you’re missing out the parts where he always, always ends up hating magic again. He hates magic, and he hates sorcerers, and he sat by whilst his father killed them, whilst his father killed innocent people! And now he is going to watch me burn, too!”

Gwaine took a step back. He had never seen Merlin like this. He had seen him stressed and tired and angry, but never had he seen Merlin so… hysterical, so completely full of fear. Merlin was shaking so hard that when he tried to tangle his fingers in his hair, he actually missed the first few times, his usually pale skin was blotchy and red, tear tracks highlighting the desperation that simmered beneath his skin. Merlin’s bedroom door creaked open and Lancelot slipped inside, closely followed by Gwen.

Lancelot took in the sight before him, the half packed bag on the bed and the broken, unrecognisable Merlin beside him.

“You’re leaving, then?” He said, arms crossed.

“Yes, he is, bloody fool. I’ve told him that he won’t be executed.” Gwaine said, rolling his eyes as Merlin went back to his bag.

“Merlin, how can we make you see? Arthur will not kill you. His love for you is stronger than his father’s beliefs about magic.” Gwen’s voice was panicked.

“No!” He shouted, taking a deep, calming breath when Gwen flinched, rubbed his hand over the small cut on his neck, and continued, “You were not there. You didn’t see how he reacted.”

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It was supposed to be a simple hunting trip - perhaps thinking it was going to be a simple hunting trip was too much temptation for the universe, who just had to balls it all up. It had only been the two of them, just Arthur and Merlin, alone in the forest for a few days - it was meant to be relaxing, a moment of peace away from the hustle and bustle of the castle, and it had been.

Until today.

As Merlin and Arthur were packing up to return to Camelot, they heard the sound of twigs snapping, the official soundtrack for trouble. At first it seemed to be three, maybe four men sneaking up from the north - which they could handle, but, over the sound of Arthur’s sword being drawn, they could hear five, six, seven more. They were surrounded.

As the bandits moved closer, weapons raised and lips curling into a sneer, Merlin realised that this would likely be it. He would be the first to admit that Arthur was skilled, but even he was going to struggle. Merlin had to do something, otherwise they were both going to die here.

He flinched when they shouted, rushing forwards, and for a moment he wondered if Arthur would have laughed at him. Arthur managed to kill two of the bandits almost immediately, twisting from one the other in a move that would definitely have thrown Merlin's back out, before he was overpowered. A third had Merlin pinned to a tree. The remaining few were advancing on Arthur and-

This is it, he thought.

He raised his hand, took a breath and closed his eyes.

He had never realised how far his voice carried, how the foreign words rolled so naturally off his tongue, how, when spoken aloud for everyone to hear, they seemed to sound that little bit more magical. He never noticed until now, when the bandits had fallen to the leafy floor, dead, before Merlin had even finished the spell. Arthur stood before him, his sword hanging limply from his hand as he watched Merlin’s eyes fade from fiery gold.

“Arthur…” He began, but he didn’t know what to say. The look of betrayal on his face caused any coherent thought to die in his throat.

“You have magic?” Arthur breathed, shrugging helplessly. All Merlin could do was nod and watch as betrayal morphed into confusion, and then pure, unadulterated rage. Arthur lunged forwards, sword now held tightly in a white-knuckle grip, and, with his free hand, he slammed Merlin back into the tree, the sharp blade pressed painfully to his throat.

“Arthur. Please.” He blinked, eyes wide with shock. He had hoped Arthur would surprise him, spare him - but apparently he would have no such luck. He couldn’t very well lie his way out of it now - not that he would want to.

Arthur pressed the blade more firmly against his throat and Merlin tried desperately not to wince. He failed.

“Don’t be so pathetic. How could you betray me like this - after everything I’ve done for you?!” Arthur shouted, so close to his face he could feel spit land on his cheek.

“I’m sorry, my lord - I was going to tell you, I swear, I was just waiting for the right time. I wanted to sit down and talk to you about it, I was-”

“Enough!'' Arthur roared, taking a few steps back. Merlin immediately fell silent and averted his eyes. He used his sword to point to Merlin's horse. “You will leave. Immediately. When I return I do not wish to see you.”

Merlin may have fallen to his knees, had it not been for the tree behind him.

“Arthur, please, can we talk about this?” His voice cracked at the end, a few tears falling when he realised that Arthur wouldn’t even look at him. Merlin nodded and tried to blink away the tears before squaring his shoulders, mounting his horse and riding away.

~~~

The sound of Arthur’s door slamming open echoed through the whole castle, only no one heard because Morgana shouted louder.

“Arthur Pendragon what on earth is wrong with you?”

Arthur pinched the bridge of his nose so hard it’s a wonder it didn’t bruise.

“Please, Morgana, feel free to come in, make yourself at home.”

Morgana ignored him, choosing instead to stand toe-to-toe with him, staring him down with a look that would have made a weaker man cry.

“Explain to me why my Gwen has just visited me, in tears, I might add, because Merlin is leaving? How could you let this happen?”

“How could I do this? You have got to be joking. He has lied to me - he has lied to me every single day since we met, and you do not think I have a right to be angry?”

Morgana jabbed him in the chest. “Don’t you dare put words in my mouth. Of course you have the right to be angry, but you should not have left him in fear for his life - it’s heartless!”

“I have given him so much, Morgana, I have risked everything for him time and time again, and all along he has been lying to me. How do I know who he truly is? Magic is evil, Morgana, and those who use it are dangerous, and he has worked his way into my life, into my he-”

“Really?” She said, looking as though she had been slapped in the face. “Magic is evil? You do know it’s me that you’re speaking to, don’t you? The same, scared child who confided in you about bad dreams that seemed to predict the future, all those years ago? The same girl who you swore you would protect if Uther ever found out about my gift. If you put him to death, if you make him leave, it will be over my dead body.”

Arthur had the decency to look ashamed, finally averting his gaze, but he still didn’t look convinced. Morgana took a small step forward, her finger still pressed hard into his chest.

“If you kill Merlin, you will be killing the only person who has ever helped me.” She hissed. Arthur looked up in surprise.

“What do you mean he helped you?”

“The day he arrived in Camelot, he knew I had magic - I’m not sure how - but he committed himself to helping me learn, to helping me control my gift and to use it for good. He is a good man - you know he is a good man, he is your good man and he thinks that you are going to execute him.”

~~~

The other knights had joined Gwaine, Lancelot and Gwen in Merlin’s chambers and for a moment, all Merlin could think was how tiny his bed was, what with six fully grown adults squashed onto it. They had all tried, to varying degrees of failure, to convince Merlin that yes, he should stay and no, Arthur would not kill him.

Leon sighed. “Merlin, we have all known about your magic for some time now - you truly were obvious about it - but you must know that we would never let any harm come to you. If you believe nothing else we’ve said, you must believe that.”

“I do believe you. You are loyal friends, but your loyalty to the King, to Camelot, must come first. I must leave, I must leave so that you do not have to choose a side.” Gwaine clenched his fists and made to move, no doubt to try and shout some sense into Merlin, but Percival held him firmly around the waist.

Gwen rose and stood before him, her hand gripping his forearm, “Merlin, we may not agree with your decision, but we will support you.”

Merlin opened his mouth to thank her, but he was interrupted by Gaius’ door slamming open. Everyone jumped up - everyone except Gwaine, who fell off of Percival’s lap - and stood in front of Merlin, who was trembling again. Only a second later did Merlin’s door crash open, revealing a rather distressed Arthur.

Gwaine got up, planting himself firmly at the front of the group.

“He’s leaving. Let him do so in peace.” Gwaine looked as though he was physically restraining himself from killing Arthur with his bare hands.

“He’s not going anywhere. Not until I’m finished with him.” Arthur said calmly.

“No. I will not let you harm him.” Gwaine swung at Arthur, who ducked and pushed him into Lancelot, who hauled him back.

Merlin was still shaking, but there was a look in his eyes, not quite acceptance - perhaps he was just resigned.

“It’s okay. It’s okay, whatever the King has decided, he will have decided for the good of Camelot. I trust him to do what’s right.”

Arthur tried not to be offended by the skeptical looks he received, he really did, but he couldn’t help forcing the door closed on everyone the moment they left. Merlin kept his gaze fixed on the floor.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He was surprised to find that his voice carried no bitterness, in fact there was an uncharacteristic tenderness lacing his words, and this, he thought, could be what caused Merlin to look at him, to really look at him and see that he wasn’t angry.

“I’m sorry, si- Arthur. I wish I had told you sooner, but you must understand why I didn’t - the danger it would have put me in.”

Arthur stepped forward cautiously and when Merlin made no move to distance himself, arthur placed his hand on merlin’s shoulder, just where it met his neck, and brushed his thumb gently over the thin cut there.

“You are an idiot, Merlin.” Arthur sighed, “ I do understand why you hid it - but you must know that I would never have killed you. Despite what my actions may sometimes suggest, things have changed since my father was king.”

“I know. Of course I know that; it’s down to me having made you less of a royal prat.” Merlin said with a cheeky grin, glad of the normality.

“I’m serious, Merlin. I would never hurt you, no matter what you did or said.” Merlin nodded, leaning into the hand that was still on his neck.

“Good.” Arthur moved his hands to Merlin's hips, pulling him in protectively. “Now how about we get rid of my knights, who are no doubt still at the door, and then you can tell me about all the times I missed your magic.” Merlin simply wrapped his arms around Arthur's neck.

“Come to think of it, a lot of falling branches seem to make sense now.”

#merlin #merthur #hurt/comfort #arthur finds out #morgana doesnt get radicalized by uther in this fic sorry #ratwrites

[xanthippe74]

Drarry microfic: Foolproof

Well, this microfic certainly got out of hand. Here’s 1K of banter-y dialogue, inspired by the iconic Obi-Wan Kenobi quote, “Who’s more foolish: the fool or the fool who follows him?” and Bucky Barnes’ list of names in The Falcon and the Winter Soldier. Thanks to @skeptiquewrites for reading this through for me.

“We’re going to get arrested.”

“No, we’re not! Calm down. We’ll be in and out in five minutes if you keep your head.”

“So sorry. Unlike you, Potter, I don’t have experience with larceny. Or breaking-and-entering.”

“This is neither of those. This is… liberation. Okay, two minutes until they lower the wards to switch guards. Be ready.”

“I’m ready to be in my nice, warm bed, revising for our Detainment and Arrest Procedures exam. I didn’t spend months convincing the Ministry to let me into the Auror Trainee programme to get kicked out now.”

“Malfoy, you won’t, I promise. This is a foolproof plan. Slip in, find the right paddock, cut the lock off, and go on our merry way.”

“You’re certain the wards will let us out? Absolutely certain?”

“For the fifteenth time, yes! Staff and visitors need to be able to get out quickly if they’re attacked, so the wards are one-way.”

“What deranged idiot would want to visit the Department of Magical Creatures detention compound anyway? I don’t care if the creatures are supposedly shackled or caged or individually warded. They’re here because they attacked someone.”

“Not always. Buckbeak didn’t, so we’re going to rescue him. Don’t give me that look, Malfoy! It was hardly worse than a cat scratch third year, and you had it coming. All right, that was the new guard Apparating in. Make for that shed in three… two… one… GO!”

“Okay, we’re in, Potter. Now let me catch my breath for a moment before we continue this suicide mission.”

“Not keeping up with the sprinting part of the exercise regimen?”

“Shut up. You’re not the one carrying the bag. What in Merlin’s name is in here—bricks?”

“No, just a Muggle bolt cutter and some tins of herring fillets in mustard sauce. What? They’re Buckbeak’s favourite, and I thought he might be hungry. Now come on, will you?”

“This place is like a labyrinth. He could be on the far side of the compound for all we know. Even with that Point-Me spell, it’s going to be hard to— Oh, there he is.”

“Right where I was told he’d be. But thanks for having so much faith in me, Malfoy.”

“Wait, who told you where his paddock is?”

“Luna. The Scamanders have full access to this place. For research. She’s the one who told me that Buckbeak’s here and how to release him.”

“No offence to Luna, but I don’t think of her as a strategic mastermind.”

“Nope, that would be Ron. He helped me plan this.”

“So why isn’t he the one breaking into a secure Ministry facility with you? Seems like just the sort of thing Gryffindors do to liven up a dull Tuesday night.”

“Because you said you wanted to make amends to the ones you’d wronged. And I saw Buckbeak on that little list you carry around.”

“You saw— Potter! Have you been rummaging through my locker? What the fuck?”

“No, it fell out of your pocket one day. It wasn’t hard to figure out what you’re doing by which names are on it. Glad to see you’ve crossed off a fair few of them. Now get those bolt cutters out. You’re going to approach him—properly this time—and cut the padlock off the shackle.”

“If I get mauled again, you’ll face the wrath of my mother. And she’s not a witch to be trifled with.”

“Oh, I know, Malfoy, I know. Now make a deep bow to the nice Hippogriff. Don’t forget to hold eye contact until he bows back… That’s it.”

“It’s been five minutes. My eyeballs are shrivelling up. I don’t think he’s going to do it.”

“He’s making you work for it, that’s all. And it’s been thirty seconds. Be patient. There! You did it. Now get in there.”

“Uh, Potter, I don’t like the way he’s looking at me. Maybe you should do this.”

“I’m not the one making amends. Hello, my old friend. Heard you were making a nuisance of yourself at some old toff’s trout pond. We just need to remove the shackle, okay? I’ve got a snack for you once it’s off. Malfoy! Stop dawdling! The guards do make rounds, you know!”

“For fuck’s sake. Why didn’t you mention that? All right. Here I go.”

“Shit.”

“What?”

“I think I see someone’s Lumos coming this way. Put some muscle into it, will you?”

“You think this is easy? Okay, it’s off. Run, Potter!”

“Too late! We’re going to have to fly out. Climb up!”

“How?”

“Here, I’ll boost you. Grab onto his feathers and then straddle him like one of those fancy horses you said you rode growing up. Hurry, goddammit!”

“Abraxans aren’t for riding, you pillock, unless you want to break your neck. Which I would like to do to you right now. Ahhh! I don’t think Hippogriffs enjoy having their feathers pulled, Potter! That was definitely a growl.”

“No, I’m sure that was a perfectly friendly expression of gratitude. Now pull me up in front of you. Okay, Buckbeak, off we go. Hold onto my waist, Malfoy, or you’re going to fall off the back.”

“I am holding on! What the hell are you holding onto?”

“Feathers.”

“Fuck! No, no, no. This is a bad idea! A terrible, terrible idea. We should have Apparated away.”

“And leave our magical signatures for them to find? That was the entire point of using bolt cutters instead of a severing spell, dummy. What kind of Auror Trainee are you?”

“Not one who’s planning a life of crime, apparently. Oh, fuck! We left the bag! It’s still in the paddock!”

“It’s fine. I planned that.”

“Salazar, why? Why would you leave evidence behind?”

“Didn’t you notice that it was Zack Smith’s gym bag? Monogrammed with his initials and also containing his class notes?”

“Potter… You’re—”

“Framing the arse who’s been tormenting you since the first day of Auror training? Yeah, I am, Malfoy.”

“Bloody hell. Remind me to buy Weasley a drink. Or maybe a house.”

“Oh, that won’t be necessary. It was my idea. But I’ll happily let you buy me a drink, if you like.”

“Fine, I’ll buy you a drink. If only because this daft plan of yours worked.”

“Not daft. Foolproof.”

Written for the @drarrymicrofic prompt, “fool.”

Masterlist of my microfics

#drarrymicrofic #my writing #drarry #1000-ish words #be gay do crime

[hops-hunny]

Those Bloody Girls

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Beauxbaton!Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.2k

Request: “I couldn't sleep soooo

Neville absolutely worshiping his beauxbaton gf but his friends think he's full of shit when he tries to tell them about how fucking gorgeous and fantastic she is. And everytime he tries to introduce her to his friends something goes wrong and his friends end up looking at him like he's crazy cuz he's introducing absolutely nothing but air. And separately she has been accidentally meeting all his friends one on one, helping Ron pick up his books in the hall, cleaning off some soot from Seamus face because he looked rather silly, encouraging harry before one of his quidditch matches/Triwizard trials etc and all the while they have no idea that's Nevilles wonderful gf and they all develop a crush on her never telling each other anything so when they finally meet her it's hilarious 😂

-🦡”

Summary: The request says it all

Warnings: None!

A/N: This was such a fun idea. I loved writing this all hail 🦡 anon.

If there was anything Beauxbaton girl's were known for, it was their beautiful looks. They were graceful and diligent, each one graced with the face of an angel, and Neville just so happened to have the prettiest one. They had met during the summer by a complete chain of accidents resulting in one of the greatest blessings he could've ever asked for. Neville was lucky and he knew it, never letting anyone forget.

"Oh bullshit! You're saying she's got a cute face, nice waist, and she can bake? Ha! I'll believe it when I see it, Nev." Ron snorted, Seamus nodding along with him.

"Yeah you expect us to just believe a girl from Beauxbaton of all places chose you? No offense Nev but Beauxbaton girl's have standards and none of us Hogwarts boys meet em." Seamus said, shrugging as he continued to throw rolled up bits of paper in Dean's hair (who still hadn't noticed.). Neville rolled his eyes in irritation, looking to Harry and Dean as well but for once, they were on the same page as the other two.

"Sorry Nev. It's just, a Beauxbaton girl? And from the way you describe it, the most beautiful one in her year if not school?" Harry said, giving him a sympathetic look. 

"Yeah mate. You've gotta understand where we're coming from." Dean chimed, turning his attention back to the assignment in his lap. Neville groaned, glaring at his friends.

"You guys act like I haven't tried to introduce you to her! Every time I try to you guys go and get yourselves into something stupid or I end up busy. Let's all agree that Friday you will meet her, no matter what." the boys all nodded in agreement, not really thinking much of it. After all, there was no girlfriend but if it'd ease his mind, they'd show up.

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Ron swore angrily, rolling his eyes in frustration. It was just his luck that he'd drop all his quills and the massive scroll of paper rolling away with his bits of sanity. Normally he'd just collect them and go on with it, not really worrying about time but for once in his god damn life he had made an effort to study for the exam he had next hour and if he was late? All that bloody time would be wasted! However, his worries began to fade as a small manicured (s/c) hand began to gather his quills. His eyes widened as he looked at the girl, mouth gaping.

She had (h/l) (h/c) hair that was an even more vibrant (h/c) in the afternoon sun. Beautiful plush (s/c) thighs (that he'd like to see more from under that little skirt), and not to mention the most beautiful set of (e/c) eyes he had ever seen. But when she smiled? Oh when she smiled, he was hooked. The little emblem on her shirt confirmed his suspicion. Beauxbaton. However what he did miss was the words that were currently leaving her mouth.

"I'm sorry...what?" he asked, causing a giggle to erupt from the girl's mouth. She smiled, handing him the quills that he had dropped.

"I said it's a shame that this happened to you! I hope you aren't too late. I have a free period so I'll carry these to your class for you!" she offered, silence falling over them as he continued to stare at her in awe. His face flushed as she cleared her throat, looking at him expectantly.

"O-oh! Right, yes, thank you. That'd be helpful." He offered her a small smile as he began to walk. The entire time of the walk there, she helped him by quizzing him on the subject and by the time he got there, he felt like he remembered everything!

Everything but asking for her name. He felt like an idiot but for once, it wasn't because of school.

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Seamus sat at the cauldron, focusing on the ingredients list. His partner had decided from every other time in potions, that he wasn't allowed to touch anything. They had a perfect grade and didn't want it to be ruined from the likes of him. However, he was growing restless. It couldn't be too hard...right? Wrong, so wrong.

He dropped in a few spider legs, stirring counterclockwise like the book had instructed. However, as it turned an angry red and bubbles began to form, he knew that he had screwed up big time. He tried backing away but it was too late, the potion had erupted in a large explosion, black soot coating his face and hair. Everyone in the class turned to look at him, some laughing while some were utterly annoyed. This was such a common thing that it was a miracle when he didn’t blow something up. He flashed Snape a bright smile, ignoring the way the vein on the man’s forehead twitched and juttered in annoyance.

“Class dismissed.” he seethed out. Before he could issue a punishment, Seamus ran off down the hallway ignoring the harsh yells of the potion’s master. He continued to run and run until he accidentally bumped into a group of girls sending him straight to the floor. His face turned rouge with embarrassment as they laughed at his scuffed appearance but a divine voice broke through the laughter.

“Leave him alone guys! You all go ahead, I’ll catch up with you later.” she said, pushing her friends to go ahead in the other direction. Seamus looked up, admiring how beautiful they were but especially the (h/c) haired one in the middle of them all. She was a walking sculpture, a painting straight from the louvre. She was..

“Hot.” he blattered out, not even realizing his words. His eyes widened as he stood up clearing his throat. Luckily for him she hadn’t heard him, causing him to look up to the ceiling and give a quick thank to Merlin himself. She looked back at him, frowning slightly as she observed the soot on his freckled face. Her eyes lit up as she reached into the small purse on her shoulder, pulling out a silk fabric.

“Can’t have you going around looking all silly! Come here.” she said, motioning for him to lean down. He did so instantaneously, cheeks turning even more red as she licked the small fabric before beginning to wipe at the mess on his face. It was an action his mother had done multiple times but for some reason, he found this to be far more endearing. Her face was close to his, giving him a good look at the light layer of gloss on her plump lips. He couldn’t help but wonder if anyone had ever kissed them before, if she had ever had them wrapped around a-

“All done! I can’t do much for your hair but it’s not that noticeable. I have to get going though, bye!” She said flashing him a smile before walking away. When she was out of sight, he couldn’t help but wonder if that had even happened. Did a beautiful girl really just hold his face and clean it...out of the kindness of her heart? Was it truly possible for someone to look so perfect and act so kind? He didn’t know but he surely did wanna find out. He smirked to himself, standing up straight as he walked down the hall.

“She wants me.”

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Harry splashed some water on his face, running a shaky hand through his hair. No matter how many times he’d hop on that broom, zooming around in the sky with the intent to win, he always got painstakingly nervous before a match. He observed his appearance, grimacing at the sickly green undertone to his face. Was he going to puke again? Didn’t matter, he didn’t have time. Sighing he walked out the bathroom, sneaking to observe how many people were in the crowd. His eyes began to wander to the Beauxbaton girls, admiring how pretty they were in the stands. However, what he wasn’t prepared for was for a pretty face to walk over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Harry, right?” she asked, a gentle smile on her stunning face. His breath hitched as he felt himself be taken by a new set of nerves.

“R-right. Yeah that’s me. I’m, I’m Harry.” he internally kicked himself. How embarrassing. One of the most lovely girls he had ever seen and here he was, making himself look like a fool. His nerves were soothed some when he heard her laugh, a sound like beautiful Christmas bells.

“I think we already established that.” she said, grinning even more. She patted his shoulder as she looked at him, eyes full of sincerity. “No need to be nervous. I’ve heard you’re one of the best players on the field! Do your best out there! I’m rooting for ya.” she began walking off, flipping her Gryffindor scarf around her shoulder. Whether she meant rooting for him personally or the team didn’t matter. A determined look took his face as he began to make his way to his team. He was going to win this, for her.

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Friday came around quicker than any of them had expected, not like it mattered to them. They all sat around looking at each other, a shared thought running through most of their heads. As if Neville could hear it, he groaned standing up angrily.

“Guys! I swear she’s real! She’s just running a bit late, she’s horrible with time management. Plus, she’s well known amongst her peers so she’s always getting asked to help with things.” he grumbled, staring at them with disdain. 

“Nev, it’s okay you don’t have to keep lying. We’ll get you a girlfriend since clearly you’re going mad thinking that you have one.” Seamus said, prompting the boy to throw his textbook at the boy which hit his head with a loud thud. They all looked up as peach colored owl flew in, dropping a note into Neville’s hand. The boys set up a bit straighter, unfamiliar with the owl. The boy’s eyes scanned the page, taking in the words before nodding.

“Alright, it seems she wants us to come to her. She’s by the fountain in the courtyard! That’s cute, she forgot she was supposed to come to me.” he chuckled fondly at the thought of his forgetful girlfriend before turning to walk. His friends still sat on the couch, stunned that this girl might actually be real. “Well don’t just sit there, let’s go!”

All of them scrambled up and began to follow their lanky friend, mumbling amongst themselves.

“No way. Do you think she’s real?”

“Well I’ve never seen that owl!”

“This is insane. Okay if she’s real, she definitely can’t be as hot as he said she is.”

“Yeah probably one of the more...unsightly Beauxbaton girls.”

Wrong. Terribly wrong. Th-that was her? It couldn’t be. However, as the girl’s big doe eyes lit up it was slowly becoming a big possibility. And as she ran to him, jumping into his arms, that possibility became reality right in front of their eyes. Neville leaned in kissing the girl, holding her up in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling into the kiss as she pulled away. Her eyes turned to the group of guys, surprise taking over her face. Neville looked back and forth between her expression and the one of his friends.

“You guys alright?” he asked confusedly, setting the girl back on the ground before pulling her into his side. She eyed them carefully before tilting her head.

“Have we met before?” 

“NO!” they all shouted in unison. They all turned to each other in confusion, stepping away from the happy couple.

“You met her too?!” Harry whisper shouted, eyeing the other two. Ron nodded frantically, unable to respond verbally due to the shock and queasiness overtaking him. The beautiful girl from Wednesday was Neville’s girl? Life was not being fair by putting that bird in his hands.

“Like hell I did! She was practically all over me.” Seamus exclaimed, all of them turning to look at the girl who had a lovesick look on her face as Neville rambled on about something. 

“Okay now that one I doubt. I can’t fucking believe this. I’ve been thinking about her all week.” Ron groaned out, crossing his arms angrily. Harry nodded in agreement, grabbing the flask that Seamus had pulled out taking a big swig of it.

“You’re telling me. I did a lot more than think about her if you know what I mean.” Seamus mumbled, eyeing the girl’s rear.

“Sadly I do and I wish I didn’t.” Harry grimaced as the gruesome image popped up in his head. “Come on, we better head back over before they think something is up.”

“My bunny says she met you all earlier in the week! How come you didn’t tell me?” he questioned, watching as the boys practically drooled over her.

“I dunno sorta...slipped my mind.” Harry trailed off, eyes dragging along her exposed midriff.

“Nah I’ll be honest. Bird was too hot and didn’t get her name. ‘S a shame really.” Seamus shrugged, earning a kick to the knee from Harry. “What?! I know you thought it too. Congrats Longbottom, you’ve got a grade A girl there.”

Neville looked down at the smaller girl, smiling some as she looked away shyly at the kind words she was receiving. 

“Yeah, I do.”

#neville longbottom x reader #neville x you #neville longbottom x you #neville x reader #neville x y/n #neville longbottom x y/n #Neville Longbottom #Harry Potter #harry potter imagines #harry potter imagine #🦡anon

[ginnyweasleymybeloved]

summer breezes / george weasley

hi crew :) idk why i wrote this but i was in a george mood so here we go ;)

summary: george acts like he hates you, he doesn’t really hate you. you act like you hate him, but you don’t really hate him. chaos ensues.

slight neville x reader for a second

word count: 6.9k

warnings: swearing, george being mean, lil angsty, fluffy at the end, reader’s house is not specified <3, mentions of food, kissing

let me know what you think ;)

“And what do you expect me to do? By the time I’d even realised I was falling I’d already landed face first on the proverbial concrete,” you groaned out in exasperation, while your best friend looked at you with so much distaste that anyone would’ve thought you’d murdered his family pet.

He shook his head, a scowl as clear as day splashed across his lips as he reprimanded you for your heart’s foolishness, “Of all people…” he scoffed in disgust, “Honestly, Y/n.”

“You know, you shouting at me isn’t going to fix anything,” he rolled his eyes at your statement and racked his eyes over your disheveled state. You’d obviously been battling with yourself over your—unfortunate—crush for some time. As your best friend, Ron Weasley knew he’d have to soften up on you eventually, but honestly, it was your own fault for falling for one of his disastrous siblings.

You were currently sprawled out on Harry’s bed, across from the red-headed boy you’d known since you were in nappies, your arms hanging off the edges of Harry’s four-poster. Neither you or Ron had a clue where Harry, or Hermione, had disappeared off to today. Harry was probably on the quidditch pitch practicing while Hermione haunted the library, you supposed as you listened to Ron’s rantings, wishing they’d been there to mediate.

“—of all of my siblings too! You couldn’t have picked, oh I don’t know, Charlie? Or Fred even? Merlin, even Ginny! But no! You just had to go and bloody fall for the only Weasley who actively cannot stand you.” You only caught that portion of his rave, having gotten lost in the idea of being coddled sympathetically by Harry or Hermione. You adore Ron, really, he’s your loyalist and longest friend, but Merlin was he a total drama queen.

“Charlie is five years older than me, Fred is my wingman and honestly, I snogged him on a dare last summer and I wasn’t that impressed and in case you’ve forgotten, Ronald, Ginny is dating Harry,” you lectured, ignoring how he rolled his eyes as you continued, “Also I’m well aware that he hates me. You don’t need to keep reminding me.”

His composure cracked after hearing your depressed mumble, and with a sigh he moved from his spot on his own bed and made the short trip over to Harry’s. Ron gently pulled you into a sitting position on the edge of the mattress and sat himself down next to you. He let out a heavy sigh, still slightly shaking his head—he couldn’t seem to stop—, then he dropped a heavy arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side, finally offering you the comfort you’d been seeking out in the first place.

“S’alright, Y/n. Maybe he’ll get hit in the head with a bludger and forget he’s hated you since he was four.” Ron encouraged, very weakly.

You released a sigh of your own at that, “I feel like I’m betraying myself here. Like I’m letting that stupid git win.” Ron couldn’t stop the laugh he let out at your grumble.

“I’ll be honest, I thought he’d be the first to crack. You can be quite scary when you get going.” Ron divulged, shuddering at the memories of when he’d been on the receiving end of your rath.

Your family and the Weasley family had been extremely close since before you or Ron were even born, which meant you’d grown up alongside all of the Weasley children. Of course, because of your ages you and Ron had been attached at the hip as infants and remained that way even now, late into your fifth year of Hogwarts. Most of the Weasley children simply adored you, as you did them. However, there was one boy who, for whatever reason, hated you to your very core and as far as you could remember; he always had.

He is none other than the younger of the two twins; George Weasley. Despite the fact that Fred was actually quite fond of you, his twin refused to warm up to you in any way, shape or form. No, the tall and annoyingly attractive boy had made it his life’s mission not to get along with you, but instead, wage a war on you that spanned for the entirety of your childhood and adolescence.

“When did things change? When did it stop being a challenge? When did it start affecting me like this? I used to take his insults like a champ! I used to get him back worse!” You wondered out loud, letting your head flop onto Ron’s broad shoulder as he let out a puff of air through his nose.

“You still take it like a champ, numpty,” he chastised you gently, recoiling ever so slightly when you lurched forward in complete defeat. Your hands shot up to cover your face as you rested your forehead against your knees.

“No! I don’t,” you murmured dejectly, lifting your face from your hands to make eye contact with Ron. “Do you remember the other night in the Great Hall? When Neville told me he thought my hair looked pretty? And George, out of bloody nowhere, comes over and says and I quote, ‘I wouldn’t waste your time on this one, Longbottom. You’d have a better time kissing that toad of yours.’ Do you remember that?” Ron raised an eyebrow and nodded in confusion, your voice seemed to be steadily rising in octaves as you recalled the events of the other night. He had to admit, it had been an unusually unnecessary comment on George’s part, but the youngest Weasley boy wasn’t really sure where you were going with it.

“Well do you remember how I had said, ‘how’s that girlfriend of yours, Georgie? Figured out a way to make her stop being invisible yet?’ and then remember I rushed off? Do you wanna know where I rushed off to?” You pressed, watching intently as Ron nodded his head, unsure if he even wanted to know. “I went to the bathroom and I cried! I cried, Ron! Over something George bloody Weasley said to me!”

His eyes widened at that. Never once had George ever managed to properly upset you.

“And over something as small as that? I’ve heard him say a lot worse to your face.” Ron said in disbelief and you nodded, expression mimicking his as if you couldn’t believe it yourself.

“Right? And it’s like everytime he says something mean to me now my stomach drops and it actually hurts,” Ron regarded you softly, his eyes sad while he rubbed your back as you buried your face in your hands yet again, “Do you know what’s worse though?”

Ron opened his mouth to hazard a guess but no sound escaped as he drew nothing but blanks.

“I actually care what he thinks of me now. As if I actually value his idiotic opinions of me.”

It was at that moment that Harry entered the room sporting muddy quidditch gear and a confused expression, “May I ask why we’re having a heart to heart on my bed?”

Ron shrugged, continuing to rub soothing circles into your back as he told Harry mournfully, “Y/n likes George.”

“Merlin.” Harry whispered, as horrified to learn of your crush as Ron had been. “But, Y/n, he hates you! I mean he really hates you-“ the chosen one was cut off by a pillow making contact with his face. Ron had chucked it at him the second he felt your form begin to shake beneath his touch.

“Bloody hell, Harry! You’ve gone and upset her even more!” He whispered harshly. Harry quickly set his broom down and plopped himself down beside you, leaving you trapped between himself and Ron. The green-eyed boy rested his cheek against your lightly shaking back and managed to snake his arms around your torso.

“Sorry. Shouldn’t have said that.” He told you genuinely. “Should we go and find Hermione?”

You only shook your head. Embarrassment quickly overtook you as you realised your were crying in front of your two best friends over George fucking Weasley.

“No. No, I’m okay. It’s fine,” you sat up and hastily wiped your tears away.

“It’s okay to be upset, Y/n,” Harry spoke softly, squeezing your middle in a short hug, getting mud from his quidditch practice all over you.

With a resolute shake of your head you stood up and faced the boys, who each looked at you with pity filled eyes, then you spoke as steadily as you could, “I’m not upset. He hasn’t upset me,” you weren’t fooling anyone, really. Your eyes were bloodshot, your cheeks and nose were red and your voice was slightly hoarse when you spoke. The boys entertained you anyway, nodding in agreement.

“I’m telling you this as his brother and your best mate; you can do better.” Ron told you honestly, he wasn’t lying either, you were the type of girl who could get any boy she wanted without lifting a finger. Well, not any boy—obviously— but that wasn’t anything to do with you. Ron had his suspicions in regards to why his brother acted like such a knob towards you, however he’d been thrown off his scent recently when the older ginger stopped being mean to you teasingly in favour of being just plain mean.

You gave Ron the best smile you could muster at his words, “You are absolutely right, Ronald.”

Harry snorted before making his way over to Ron’s trunk, he rifled through it for a few seconds before pulling out one of Ron’s jumpers. He casually tossed, what you recognised to be Ron’s Christmas jumper from Molly, over to you with a grin, “Put that on. I got muck all over you.”

You had plenty of your own Christmas jumpers made by Molly Weasley but they were all the way over in your own dorm. Besides, you liked stealing the ones made for the boys as they were usually far too big for you which made them extremely comfortable to wear.

So you happily pulled the maroon jumper over your head, the wool effectively covering your dirtied t-shirt.

“Oh yes, by all means, you two just work away.” Ron grunted sarcastically. In all honesty, he didn’t care if you stole every piece of fabric he owned, if it made you feel better, he couldn’t care less.

“Right,” you said, making your way to the door of the dorm room, “I think I’ll go for a walk before the sunsets, calm myself down a bit.”

The boys nodded, “See you at dinner?” Ron asked and you gave him a smile and a small nod of confirmation before you set off out of the Gryffindor common room.

Thankfully, you didn’t run into George on your way out. You walked peacefully through the gardens and behind the greenhouses, it was around five in the evening and the sun was beginning to stoop low behind the tree line. The days were beginning to take on a chill as October approached quickly, you’d gone out without grabbing a jacket and you couldn’t deny that you were beginning to feel the cold nipping at your skin despite Ron’s jumper. Pulling the sleeves further down your wrists you carried on, trudging forward through the fallen leaves of the garden, you weren’t ready to go back inside yet. Going back to the castle meant you’d have to look your problem in the face, literally. You settled on the fact that you’d rather endure the physical cold rather than the emotional coldness you were sure to receive from George at dinner.

When you’d reached the back of the third greenhouse you could faintly hear someone humming to themselves and a soft smile found your lips when you saw who it was. Neville sat on a chair in the greenhouse, right by a plant that you hadn’t a clue what it was called, seemingly humming the little tune for the plant in question. Despite his undeniable clumsiness, there was something about Neville Longbottom that soothed you greatly. He has a good soul and his heart is usually in the right place, even if his head is sometimes screwed on slightly loose.

Gently, trying not to startle him you knocked on the closed door of the greenhouse before you opened it and walked in, “Hi, Neville. Mind if I join you?”

Neville blushed slightly but nodded his head, “Course! There’s a spare chair just there,” he pointed nervously to the chair. Once you settled yourself beside him, he let himself relax slightly.

“What sort of plant is this?” You asked him curiously. You really liked plants but you weren’t the best at keeping them alive, Neville though, seemed to be something of a green thumb.

He beamed at your question and quickly began to explain everything about the plant before you. You didn’t absorb a lot of it but listening to Neville speak so freely, something he rarely got to do amidst the other Gryffindor boys, filled you with a sense of serenity. Between his voice and the light wind that blew against the glass building, you’d completely forgotten about your red-headed problem.

“—sorry, I’m probably boring you. My nan says I have a tendency to ramble.” He cut himself off, cheeks heating up as he rubbed the back of his neck bashfully.

With a small giggle you only shook your head at the brown haired boy, “You’re not boring me at all! I quite like listening to you speak,” you admitted although you felt a bit silly after saying it out loud. Neville seemed to grow even more flustered after the words left your lips.

His eyes searched your face for any sign that you were teasing him, but all he saw was your kind eyes and comforting smile. Not exactly sure about what to say to you, Neville made an observation, “You’re cold.”

You gave him a nonchalant shrug, “I’m okay.”

Completely unsatisfied with your answer, Neville shook his head in protest and shrugged off his jacket. He was used to spending a lot of time in the garden so he was usually sporting far more layers than necessary, just in case. “Here, wear this. You’ll catch a cold otherwise,” he fretted and you didn’t have the heart to turn his offer down, you didn’t want to turn it down either, you were absolutely freezing. Gratefully you accepted the jacket and wasted no time in pulling it on.

“Thank you, Neville,” he looked you over for a moment, you could tell he was debating with himself on whether or not to speak, after a long few seconds of his eyes running over you he spoke.

“You look nice- I, uh, the jacket. You look nice in the jacket- I mean, the jacket looks nice on you-“ another giggle left your lips and effectively put the boy’s fumbled ramble to an end.

“Again, thank you, Neville. You are unbelievably kind.” You told him sincerely, quite enjoying the blush that adorned his cheeks.

“We should probably head back to the castle for dinner now. It’s gotten dark,” Neville said, standing up after giving his plant a loving pat.

The walk back to the castle with Neville was nice. The pair of you chatted idly about school subjects and house drama, but you had to admit, you weren’t paying a huge amount of attention to the conversation.

“Thanks again for lending me your jacket,” you said sweetly, shrugging the jacket off as you reached the main hall of the castle.

Neville, who seemed to be in a perpetual state of bashfulness, took the jacket back gently, a rosy blush painting his features, “It was no problem, really.”

Neville had always been incredibly kindhearted, sometimes to his own detriment. He treated people with respect and never turned anyone away if they needed help with anything at all. He is sweet, honest, loyal and, whether you liked him or not, he is indisputably adorable. And you found yourself thinking about how entirely better your life would be if your heart had chosen Neville to have a romantic fondness towards.

After separating from Neville, you made your way towards the Great Hall. On your way you bumped into Fred Weasley, who surprisingly, wasn’t accompanied by his twin. He greeted you with a wide smile and, as he always did, he ruffled your hair.

“So! I have a proposition for you,” the look on his face as he spoke was nothing short of wicked, a pit of nerves began to form in your stomach with the way his eyes were lit up excitedly.

“What are you proposing?” You encouraged exhaustedly. Whatever it was would probably end with you running from Filch.

Fred lopped his long arm around your shoulder, effectively pulling you along with him as he walked in the opposite direction of the Great Hall. Any chance of you getting fed this evening had gone out the window the second Fred clapped eyes on you, you’d made your peace with it. “I’m glad you asked, princess- “ at the sound of the pet name you let out a guttural groan.

“Freddie, please, I’m not in the mood to help you make some poor girl jealous just so you can get a snog,” you whined weakly only for the boy to ruffle your hair and tug you closer to his side.

“Let me finish! As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted,” he paused to glare at you jokingly and you smiled apologetically, “I have a plan to make George stop acting like a prat.”

A disbelieving scoff left your lips, “Yeah that’s likely,” Fred laughed and pinched your cheek lightly before carrying on.

“Angelina told me that she heard you crying in the girls toilets the other night,” he informed you. Your eyes widened in shock and confusion, you didn’t think anyone was in there with you and you also couldn’t piece together what your moment of weakness had to do with Fred’s master plan. “And before you start, I know it’s because of George.”

“That’s ridiculous, Fred.” You lied, unconvincingly.

Fred laughed again, it was a gentle laugh that let you know he hadn’t come here to tease you but to help you, “I know it’s ridiculous and that’s exactly why I know you’ve been so down in the dumps the last few days.”

“Besides,” he started again when you remained silent, “Why else would Ron be giving his brother the silent treatment?”

“What does any of this have to do with your plan?” You asked, eyes sad and heart heavy for the second time that day. You’d only just managed to get the whole thing out of your mind, and yet, here it was again.

“Well I happen to know why George acts the way he does,” you met him with a raised eyebrow and a bored expression.

“Because he hates me, I know.” Fred’s lips grew into a wicked grin and he shook his head, coming to a stop in the middle of the hallway.

“That’s where you’re wrong. He doesn’t hate you,” he lowered his lips to hover right by your ear before he whispered quietly, “He loves you.”

With a roll of your eyes, you pushed the boy away, fixing him with a hard stare, “Come on, Fred. That’s not funny.”

“I’m not joking!” He exclaimed desperately, “We were in potions making amortentia, yeah? And Slughorn called George up to tell the class what he smelled and do you know what he said?” Fred retold madly, knowing full well that this was possibly the only opening he’d get to make the two of you realise your own feelings. Fred was well aware that you developed a crush on George, he picked up on it the second you began looking crestfallen when hit with a snide remark from his twin. He knew long before now that George had loving feelings towards you too, but their recent potions class was the only hard evidence he had to support his theory.

You shrugged helplessly in response, and Fred grabbed your shoulders and looked down at you urgently, “He said it smelled of cloudberries, daisies and-this is a direct quote-‘summer breezes’,” you stared at him numbly, not exactly sure what to say as the description did match the perfume you’d been wearing regularly since you were thirteen.

“That’s you, Y/n!” Fred confirmed and you pulled your lips between your teeth before shaking your head in complete denial.

“Lots of girls wear that perfume-“ Fred cut you off, ruthlessly.

“Name one.” You racked your brain but you genuinely couldn’t name another person who wore the same perfume as you. “You can’t, can you? Because it’s your smell!”

“Ok fine! So it’s my smell, what exactly do you expect me to do with this information?” Fred rolled his eyes in exhaustion at you.

“Blimey, you’re as daft as he is sometimes, do you know that?” Fred ran his hands down his face in exasperation before looking at you softly, “I except you to come with me so we can drive him mental for a bit and if he gets nasty I’ll embarrass him because I’m an incredible brother.”

You let him lead you towards Gryffindor Tower all while complaining about how you were starving only for Fred to hush you each time you let out a hungered whine, “We can raid the kitchen later on, love,” he promised and you sighed in defeat, “That’s the spirit.”

When the pair of you entered the Gryffindor common room, George was already there, probably waiting for Fred to return it. He sat one one of the sofas that faced the fire, completely relaxed and you hated the fact that you thought he looked amazingly ethereal with the way the flames from the fire lit his skin in an orange glow.

He hadn’t noticed you yet and Fred took notice of this. The older twin subtly slid his hand into yours and intertwined your fingers with his before turning his head and shooting you a mischievous wink. Fred Weasley was a nightmare, but when he was on your side, he never failed to make you smile.

Accepting that whatever Fred was about to drag you into would result in nothing but chaos you took a deep breath and followed Fred over to the sofa.

“What is she doing here?” George practically seethed, despite the intensity of his glare, you didn’t miss the nervous look he shot in Fred’s direction. What you had missed, though, was how harshly he’d clenched his jaw upon noticing your intertwined hands.

You decided that tonight you’d play the game slightly differently, if what Fred was saying was true, it would make things all the more entertaining. So, instead of your usual menacing glare and ego-shattering insult you met George with an innocent smile, “Was just hanging out with Freddie, thought I’d come say hello,” you said, sitting in the middle of the two twins.

George stared at you suspiciously, “Hello. That all?”

“Hi. No, actually, I think I’ll sit with you for a while. If that’s okay?” Fred was smirking from his spot beside you as he watched George’s face contort.

“You’ve never wanted to sit with me before.” He told you, squinting his eyes and trying to decipher what you were up to. He couldn’t lie to himself, he definitely wouldn’t mind you staying so close to him for a while, however he’d also sooner die then let you think you had the upper hand.

His and your composure cracked simultaneously at your next sentence, your truthful and somewhat vulnerable mumble of, “Well, you’ve never given me a chance to.” He knew you were right so he didn’t say anymore, opting to shift his gaze to the roaring fire, trying his best not to let his mind linger on the fact that you were wearing his brother’s jumper. His nose perked up at the scent that drifted from your spot, unusually close to him. There was no doubt in his mind that he’d fancied you for a long time, but, there was also no denying that he’d done a perfect job of making you hate him. Yet, as much as he wanted to just cut the crap, tell you that he thinks you’re the most insufferably beautiful girl he’d ever seen and kiss you and never ever stop, his pride would never allow him to cave. Especially not when you challenged him so effortlessly.

“So how come you were headed to dinner so late anyway?” Fred piqued up, growing tired of the lack of hostility between yourself and his twin.

“Oh. I was sort of worked up earlier so I decided to go for a walk ‘round the greenhouses. I bumped into Neville and I suppose I just lost track of time,” you explained halfheartedly.

Fred let yet another smirk overtake his face, “Longbottom, eh?” He wiggled his eyebrows and you let out a short giggle while shaking your head, sure, it would’ve been a good topic to tease George with, however, Neville was simply too sweet to be used as a pawn.

“Don’t get me wrong, he’s very sweet. But he’s just a friend,” George looked almost satisfied with that answer, his usual scowl making an appearance once again.

“He could do better.” It was a barefaced lie. Neville couldn’t do better than you. In fact, George was of the firm belief that nobody could do better than you.

“Of course he could, he’s quite the charmer,” you spoke wistfully, finally giving Fred the show he’d been hoping for, as you egged George on.

George pretended to think for a moment, “I’m sure he is. Personally I think you’d be more suited to Filch, although, I’ve heard his standards are quite high.”

You took the boy by surprise when you laughed, the airy giggle left your mouth had such a profound effect on George that he almost wished he’d kept his mouth shut. His heart was leaping and there were butterflies beginning to form in his stomach, he physically had to will himself not to stare at you in awe when your eyes turned to meet his. The glow of the fire only aided in showing him how gorgeous those stupid eyes of yours are. “Mmm, yeah I suppose I should lower my expectations,” you paused briefly and mimicked George’s earlier motion of pretending to mull over your options. Your next action had Fred practically howling with laughter.

“You’re available, aren’t you Georgie?” You’d asked in a mock sultry tone, leaning towards him and lightly brushing your hand down his arm. Loving the way he choked on air you got up from the sofa, not before shooting him a wink, and sauntered towards the portrait hole, “I’ll be in the kitchens. See ya later, sexy.” You directed the last part at George, who looked as though he’d been frozen in time as Fred’s laughter grew in volume.

Upon entering the kitchen, the house elves had fussed around you, handing you food at any given opportunity. You had finished eating a while ago, you were currently nursing a hot cup of tea while chatting away to one of the house elves, only to be interrupted by someone else entering the kitchen.

He set his sights on you and quickly moved to the seat across from you, a look of urgency on his face that reminded you of Fred, “Whatever he told you. It’s not true,” you raised an eyebrow, sipping your tea uncaringly.

“Mind elaborating?” You asked tiredly.

“Fred.”

“Thank you, George, very clear and helpful,” you grumbled sarcastically and the boy let out a huff.

“You were acting different. You know something. What did he tell you?” George demanded through gritted teeth and you only deflated against your chair. It always boggled your mind how everyone described George as the nicer of the twins.

Not answering, you decided to start asking your own questions, “Can I ask you something?”

“Seems like you’re going to no matter what I say,” he sighed out as an elf pottered up to him and handed him a cup full of hot tea. He took it gently and thanked the elf with such sincerity that you wished you hadn’t seen the exchange, simply because it stung to know he’d never treat you with that level of sincerity.

“Why do you hate me so much?” He sat frozen for a second. Your tone of voice took him by surprise. It was needy bordering on desperate, nothing like he’d ever heard you speak before, not to him anyway.

George took a sip of his tea and shrugged as if the question was a stupid one, “I don’t.” A cold, humourless laugh came from you in response, the kind of laugh that made his stomach drop.

“Bollox. I’m being serious, George. Tell me what it is about me that makes me so insufferable to you!” You exclaimed, heart rate increasing and tone raising in octaves as you felt yourself growing more upset by his reserved expression.

George let out a heavy sigh, the jig was about to be up. You were upset and merlin was he tired of pretending that he didn’t want you in every way, shape and form.

“Do you really want to know?”

“Yes.” There was no trace of hesitance or uncertainty in your voice, at this point you didn’t care what the answer was you just had to know.

“Fine,” he said all too casually and you knew by his tone that he, as per usual, wasn’t taking you seriously. “I don’t hate you. The only insufferable thing about you is how annoyingly gorgeous-“ you cut him off right then, with a scoff of pure disbelief.

Shaking your head rapidly, you stood from your chair and all but stormed out of the kitchen. His footsteps began to echoed behind you a few corridors later, he would’ve caught up to you sooner had your response to his would be confession not left him completely immobile. He called your name but you didn’t stop. You couldn’t stop. Tears stung your eyes and you absolutely refused to let him know that he’d managed to bring you to the point of tears. Not that it was the first time.

“Bloody hell, Y/n! Hold on would you?” He called, finally getting close enough to reach out and grab your wrist. He spun you around to face him and quickly placed his hands on your upper arms to stop you from doing another runner. When he took you in he swore he’d never hate himself more than he did the moment he looked at you to see your eyes filled with tears, small drops escaping and carving a trail down your cheeks while you sniffed miserably.

“What?” You snapped, hostility the only thing you felt like offering the ginger in the moment. His brown eyes bored into yours with so much intensity but they held something you didn’t recognise. They looked sad, almost.

“I wasn’t making fun of you.” He stated honestly but you furrowed your eyebrows, your eyes set in a glare.

“Then what were you doing?” You croaked, letting your tears fall freely as the damage was already done. The sinking of your stomach and the tightening of your chest didn’t do a thing to ease your mind as George’s hands squeezed your arms.

He licked his lips quickly, he felt they’d become unbearably dry, and then slowly, he let his hands trail down your arms and took your smaller hands into his own. He hoped you were feeling the same electricity he was when he touched you.

“I’ve been a prick to you. You didn’t deserve it and I’m sorry.” He sounded sincere, but you second guessed him. For all you knew it was just some elaborate prank, Fred was probably in on it too.

When your gaze didn’t soften, he continued to speak, “So I understand why you wouldn’t believe me when I tell you that I don’t hate you. But I just-“ he cut himself off with a heavy sigh.

“You just what?” You squeaked when his eyes spent a moment too long observing your lips. You hardly had time to register the feeling of his hands leaving yours before they were cupping your cheeks instead. “What’re you doing?” You wondered, completely dazed by the way he stared at you. His warm hands holding your face causing your stomach to jolt in an entirely different sensation than before. As much as you wanted to push him away and tell him to shove his apology, you couldn’t help but take him in. His lips were parted ever so slightly and his cheeks were flushed, probably from chasing you through the castle, his hair was disheveled and merlin he looked like he wanted to kiss you.

Your question floated in the air, completely unanswered. Next thing you knew his lips were on yours. He kissed you as if you were oxygen and he’d just been drowning and you couldn’t help but move your lips harmonically against his too. Your hands clutched his wrists as he continued to cradle your cheeks. In all honesty you weren’t sure at what point he’d backed you against the wall, or at what point his tongue had entered your mouth or when exactly his hands had migrated to your hips, yours now tangled in his hair. His body was pressed flush against yours and the small groans he’d let out when you tugged at his hair or ran your tongue against his made you realise that you couldn’t care less if this was one big prank or joke. It was happening and that’s all you cared about.

Even as he reluctantly pulled away, he chased your lips with several shorter kisses before separating entirely. He rested his forehead against yours, his guard completely down now as he admired your swollen lips and heaving chest. The feeling of your fingers in his hair made it nearly impossible for him to keep his lips detached from yours, “You’ve no idea how many times I’ve thought about doing that.”

Your eyes searched his face for any sign that he was lying, when you found none you finally let yourself smile. A similar smile formed on George’s face, “I meant what I said earlier. I really do think you’re annoyingly gorgeous,” the boy silently praised himself when you let out a cute giggle.

“You’re quite cute too. When you’re not running that massive mouth of yours,” you teased although you weren’t really joking, to your surprise George let out a bellowing laugh before placing a fluttering kiss against your lips.

When he pulled away again he looked around the hallway, as if he only now realised where he was. Luckily nobody was wandering the halls since curfew was fast approaching and the unwelcoming cold that occupied the hallways left little reason for students or staff to be out and about. George slid his hand into yours again, this time intertwining your fingers with his. He gave you a hopeful glance and asked, “Do you wanna go somewhere?”

You nodded your head and let him tug you into one of the abandoned astronomy classrooms on the upper floor of the castle, Filch rarely ever patrolled up there which is why George decided on it. As well as that, since the classroom, which had been out of use for a good few years, had been used for astronomy the ceiling was bewitched to reflect the night sky.

George hadn’t come to this particular class in a while but thinking on his feet he remembered the cupboard at the back of the classroom used to hold blankets, he remembered when the classroom had been in use during his first year, students would be all but freezing during the winter, so they’d stocked the classroom with blankets to be brought out during the colder months.

He made his way over to the cupboard and grinned happily when his hand landed on a rather large woollen blanket. The material was scratchy but it would do for what he needed it for. He grabbed one more blanket from the dusty press before he made his way back over to you.

George suppressed a chuckle as he watched you, your face completely turned up, watching the stars on the ceiling with awe in your eyes. He busied himself with laying the wool blanket out on the bare floor, the room was devoid of tables and chairs so he didn’t have to worry about finding a space. Once he was finished, he plopped down on the blanket and expectantly patted the empty space beside him, “Come on then, sit down,” he urged and you finally tore your eyes away from the charmed ceiling.

A small laugh left your lips when you settled yourself down beside him, he wasted no time in covering the pair of you in the second blanket. With an exaggerated sigh he laid back and waited for you to do the same, he turned on his side to face you when you did. In contrast to earlier, George had an air of nervousness about him as he deftly took your hand and began playing with your fingers, not meeting your eyes. “Just out of curiosity,” he began quietly, making eye contact with you now, “What exactly did Fred tell you?”

His question forced a somewhat smug smirk to crawl onto your lips and you couldn’t help but take the opportunity to tease him. You leaned up on your elbows and twisted slightly so you could look down at him, trying not to waste too much time admiring the view, you answered him, “Oh, nothing really. Your lovely twin just happened to mention that you had a very eventful potions class the other day…” you trailed off, biting back a smile as he groaned.

“Mhm and what was it that he said you smelled from the amortentia?” You poked his cheek and he closed his eyes, a tiny smile growing on his face despite his blushing cheeks. “Cloudberries…oh! And daisies, now, what was the other thing? Let me think-“ you pretended to ponder before George cut you off by pulling you down on him and pressing his lips to yours in a kiss much softer than any of the others.

“Summer breezes,” he whispered against your lips before connecting them again, “It smelled like you,” and with that his hand snaked to the nape of your neck as he pressed his lips against yours, pouring all of his feelings into it, hoping it was enough. In all honesty, now that he’d felt what it was like to love you, he didn’t think he’d ever be able to go back to pretending to hate you.

Once he pulled away you were completely breathless, however, George seemed to have more to say. “I don’t want us to go back to the way we were,” absentmindedly you brushed his hair out of his eyes, stroking the red strands soothingly as he continued to confide in you, his voice, face and body completely vulnerable to you. Something about him trusting you with his feelings reassured you that his intentions were pure and banished any notion you possessed of the whole thing being a joke, “I didn’t like it, acting like that but you were always so unbothered that I felt like I had keep one upping you,” he confessed.

“You always gave me this feeling in my stomach whenever you’d come over to the Burrow with your parents when we were little and I didn’t understand it. I just thought that it must’ve meant I didn’t like you…” George seemed to get lost in his own mind as he gazed at you regretfully, his fingers trailed the length of your spine sofly, “By the time I realised, we were both older and I suppose I just thought you couldn’t feel the same ‘cause I made you hate me,” you hummed in acknowledgment, your fingers still working his hair, keeping it out of his eyes that looked at you so intently that you could’ve drowned in them and died happy.

“But then the other night after dinner Angie slapped me upside the head and talked my ear off about how out of order I’d been—obviously I agree with her! You weren’t even talking to me but Neville was complimenting you and I don’t know… just got possessive,” he muttered the last part, losing some confidence but regained it upon seeing the little smile on your lips. “Then Ron looked about ready to push me off the astronomy tower when I saw him this evening. Blimey, I knew it had to have something to do with you since Harry was snippy too.” You had to laugh at the exhausted look on his face when he recalled your two best friends.

Mockingly, you gave him a stern look and clicked your tongue, “Well, perhaps if you weren’t so mean to me all of this could’ve been avoided,” George groaned once again, feeling guilty he pulled you even closer and buried his face in your neck.

“M’sorry,” you carded your fingers through his hair, pressing a soft kiss to his head. Your lips against his head caused him to lift his face from the crook of your neck, “Forgive me?” He asked, a cute pout on his lips.

“I’ll think about it,” you teased, giggling at the offended look on his face. George let out a dissatisfied sigh, he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear before giving you a toothy smile.

“Don’t worry, love. I plan on making it up to you.”

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Angst, 17 :)

Prompt: “You win, happy?” this very perfectly followed up the prompt from yesterday (or as I've called it: game on)

also on AO3 :) (think this will warrant a part 3, no?)

He feels like he is burning, skin set on fire, scorched by the redhead he has just left.

He is a kettle set to boil, a well-kindled fire that is ready to spread from the hearth; feels primed to incinerate anything he comes across, is surprised he doesn’t leave ashes behind as he strides down the fifth floor corridor.

He should have expected this. He should not have been surprised to walk into the Three Broomsticks and find her laughing over butterbeers with Gudgeon. Any time he had broached the subject of dating she had found ways to deflect or distract, anything she could to avoid the subject. He had thought she wasn’t interested in dating presently, or at the very least felt some level of loyalty to their arrangement that would prevent her from dating someone else.

Merlin how it stings to realize he is wrong.

“James, wait!”

He ignores the pull at his heart as he recognizes the desperation in her voice. He is only ever James when they are alone; the only time Potter is traded in for James is in the soft whispers that escape her lips when she is his.

But she has never been his, has she?

He spins on his heel just before he reaches the stairwell. She nearly collides with his chest.

“What do you want, Evans?” He expects the words to be explosive, laced with volatility, roaring like a fire; instead, they are chilled, icy, they whip between the pair like a crisp February wind gust.

“I—I… Please don’t go.”

Her eyes are swimming with tears, and he knows at this moment he must extinguish the fire inciting him. He must replace the fire with steel; fire is untamable, unpredictable—unchecked the fire will consume him and push him back behind that tapestry, trap him once more where the flame will burn him from the inside.

So, he must be steel, strong, cold, unyielding. Fiery, unbridled passion is his inclination; steely, reserved anger is how he stays alive.

“What do you care, Evans? You don’t give a damn about me.”

She blinks, a slight scowl to her face now. Her hair is disheveled around her, immaculate blouse she put on for her date wrinkled from where his hands had briefly clenched. “That’s—that’s not true.”

“Isn’t it? Huh. Could have fooled me.”

He turns on his heel. Steel.

She reaches out and grabs his hand before he can leave, and though he could easily free himself from her grasp he pauses.

She is fire and he has willingly let her set him aflame. If he isn’t careful, he will blister.

“How could you think—? We’re… we’re friends, James.”

He exhales. A year ago, he would have traded almost anything to hear that word come from her lips. Now it scalds. “Friends? I’ve never known you to be so cruel to your friends.”

She opens her mouth and closes it quickly before swallowing. “I thought we were just… having fun, James.”

“You’ve been using me. And because I’m such a sodding idiot I keep coming back for the scraps you leave me.” His tone is calm, like he is simply stating a fact. His insides roar like fiendfyre but his voice whistles like a cool breeze. “I’m not interested in playing your game anymore, Lily. You win, happy?”

He turns now and makes it up three steps before he hears her again.

“This doesn’t feel like winning,” she says almost too quietly for him to hear.

He stops, despite himself, turning his head to the side as he speaks. “You set the rules. I’m certain you can find someone else to play. Gudgeon for one.”

“I don’t want anyone else.”

He turns, fire in his eyes, ice in his voice, “Don’t you—don’t you fucking do this to me, Evans. You know how I’ve always felt—how I feel about you. But I’m no longer willing to let you set me on fire while you go around doing whatever you please. I deserve more—I deserve better. Find someone else to get your satisfaction from.”

Even as he says it, the thought of someone else with her, touching her the way she wants him to, kissing her all the places he has—it almost makes him want to take it all back.

But he steels himself and starts walking away.

“How do I fix this?” she calls, and the fire in her voice is gone. Only sadness remains.

“Try setting yourself on fire,” he suggests quietly, taking the steps away from her two at a time, not knowing or caring if she hears him.

She does.

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