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coffeedrgn87 · 1 year

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December 12th Drarry Drabble: "Gingerbread House"

Tags: Fluff, Young Love, Moving In Together, Meeting Teddy, Draco has a bit of a meltdown, Harry is quite possibly the best and most supportive boyfriend, I love those dorks, do you?

When the side wall panels of the gingerbread house collapsed for the umpteenth time, and the peaked wall panel broke in half, Draco felt like setting fire to the whole darn kitchen. He couldn’t remember why he’d decided to build a miniature version of Hogwarts out of gingerbread when Charming Cinnamints made them to order.

Except, he could.

Because it was all Harry Potter’s fault.

“Bloody Chosen Wanker,” Draco grumbled, wondering how Harry had talked him into tagging along to finally meet little Teddy Lupin, his maternal cousin once removed. Wasn’t it bad enough that Draco, in a fit of incurable madness, had given in and drunkenly confessed that he was probably, most likely, absolutely, definitely in love with Harry? Paradoxically, said confession hadn’t ended with Potter’s mates hexing his balls off because Harry reciprocated his feelings for some wretched reason. Mystifyingly, two years into this madness, they were now in a steady relationship, and the fact that Draco spent more time in Harry’s flat than in his tiny studio concerned him greatly. It didn’t cause him as much anguish as Harry’s suggestion to meet Teddy.

Draco scowled at his ruined efforts and growled. This sorry attempt at bribing little Teddy into liking him wouldn’t work out. Teddy was bound to hate him; if Teddy hated him, well, his relationship with Harry was as good as over. Draco’s chest constricted painfully; holding on to the edges of the kitchen counter, he let his head fall forward. He tried to focus on breathing, but Draco’s anxiety had other plans. It foiled his attempts at trying to calm down, and after nervously tapping the counter until he chipped a nail, Draco gave up entirely.

Instead, he grabbed an entire stack of gingerbread wall panels and hurled them across the kitchen. Unfortunately for Draco, his flurry of anger coincided with Harry’s return home. He just about managed to duck to avoid being assaulted by flying gingerbread. Draco stared in absolute horror, then let out a wretched sob. He stomped his foot like a petulant child and announced his departure, but Harry’s thick layer of wards thwarted his attempt to apparate on the spot. Instead, he bounced off the wards like a rubber ball and ended up on the floor.

Harry was at his side in an instant. Before Draco could react and try to shove him away, Harry knelt beside him and pulled him into a comforting hug. Draco dejectedly let his head fall against Harry’s chest and closed his eyes. They burned with unshed tears, but Draco was determined to keep it together. He wasn’t going to cry over a failed attempt at baking; no, he absolutely wasn’t. Except, a sob forced its way past the thick lump in his throat and before Draco knew it, he had his fingers twisted in Harry’s oversized winter jacket and was blubbering like a three-year-old who’d just fallen off his first toy broom. With the unwanted howls came an avalanche of lamentation as Draco spilt his guts to Harry. He didn’t want to confess it all, but the harder he tried to keep it together, the more got out.

By the end, Draco’s tear-stained face was blotchy, and he was snivelling into a ball of soft paper tissues. His eyes were bloodshot and blinking; he looked at Harry and felt his face flush crimson.

“I’m sorry; I’ll just get out of your hair; you’ll never have to see me again.”

Harry frowned.

“You’re not in my hair. And don’t you think whether I want to see you again should be my decision and not yours?”

Draco blinked, trying to process the question. He opened his mouth with the very intention to object, but before he could get a single syllable out, Harry pressed a single digit against his lips and shushed him.

“I’ll be honest, I understood less than half of what you wailed about just now, but if I’m not entirely mistaken, baking didn’t go so well. Unless, of course, I fucked up, and you were just waiting for me to come home so you could throw gingerbread at me. I will go out on a limb here and say that’s not the case. But somehow Teddy is involved, though I don’t quite understand how, and weirdly enough, you got it in your head that I’m on the verge of breaking up with you?”

Draco wanted to speak, desperately wanted to clarify things, but Harry refused to let him get a word in edgewise. Draco scowled at him, but it did not affect Harry, who simply smiled. His green eyes danced with a hint of mischief, and Draco reminded himself that right now was not the best time to drown in those sparkling emeralds.

“OK, so even though I’m flummoxed, I’d like you to know one thing. I am not on the verge of breaking up with you. Quite the opposite, actually. I meant to ask you over Christmas, but I might as well tell you now. I’d very much like it if you moved in here with me. The place is big enough for us both. Besides, you spent more time with me than in your own place. It doesn’t make sense for us both to pay rent for two places. You don’t have to answer me right now, take some time to think about it and tell me then. Now, as for your gingerbread endeavour. I’ve never made a gingerbread house, but I used to do a fair bit of baking at my aunt and uncle’s place, so if you’re game, maybe we can try again together. As for how Teddy fits into all this, you’ll have to explain again, as I’m afraid that part made zero sense.”

Draco let out a long sigh. He wanted to explain that he was sure that Teddy would hate him and that this was why he worried about Harry and their relationship, but his brain had a different idea altogether.

“You want me to move in with you?” he asked, perplexed.

Harry nodded.

“Yeah, I’d love to have you here full-time. We could do a trial run for a couple of months if you don’t want to give up your place immediately, although it feels like we’ve been doing just that for the past year.”

Draco swallowed hard. The gigantic smile on Harry’s face was tough to resist, and if Draco was completely honest, he wanted to live with Harry very much. He wasn’t sure whether it was the wisest decision, and heated arguments were most definitely in their future, but Harry made him feel safe and at home for the most part.

“I’m scared,” he whispered.

“Of living with me?”

Draco nodded, then shook his head immediately after.

“No, I’m scared Teddy will hate me.”

Harry’s eyes widened.

Draco half expected him to laugh, but instead, Harry crawled forward, took his face in his hand and kissed him softly.

“Don’t be daft; he’s been talking about meeting you for weeks.”

Draco sighed.

“That’s even worse. You’ve hyped me up, and now I won’t live up to his expectations.”

Harry huffed a laugh.

“Nutter. I did nothing of the sort. I just told him that I’d love him to meet his cousin. Draco, the kid’s only got his gran and me. Finding out that he’s got more family out there is like his birthday and Christmas happening on the same day. You could be a toad, and Teddy would love you to bits.”

Strangely enough, the toad reference made Draco laugh, but a wave of silent tears still rolled down his cheeks. He looked embarrassed and tried to wipe them away, but Harry was faster, and he kissed the tears away, then gently booped his nose.

“Go have a shower or a bath. I’ll clean up and make us some tea. We can talk some more then.”

Draco wanted to reject the suggestion, but Harry practically shooed him out of the room, and to be quite honest, a bath did sound nice.

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charlotte-of-wales · 1 year

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H&M Documentary Review: Episode 6

I watched this while angry that Argentina won the World Cup so I’m already in a bad mood lol sorry if the bitchness was running wild

(my commentary in italics)

- Harry: “we are on the freedom light” shut up

- “It felt like they were running” shut up

- talking about Tyler Perry now

- he sent Meghan a letter before the wedding, they never talked and then she called him crying in Canada???

- Tyler saying Diana was thrown to the wolves after the divorce

- Now he says what the institution did to H&M is the same ‘abuse’ as what his mother faced in a physically abusive relationship because they took away their money and security to force them to come back.....no they did that because they were no longer working royals NEXT

- like this man literally admits to not knowing anything about the royals and now he is talking like is the expert be for real

- “They just wanted to be free and be happy” they’re not prisoners of war gosh the lack of awareness is wild

- “No one knew you were there” yes they did for someone so obsessed with the media did you miss the daily mail articles about y’all moving to LA

- wow paparazzi can take pictures of you from hundreds of feet away? If only there was a property where that was not allowed and somewhere your children go run free without being photographed......somewhere like Windsor maybe?

- they’re going hard on the Mail.....seems a bit silly to piss off one of Britain’s largest tabloids like this but oh well

- talking about her miscarriage

- Harry blaming the miscarriage on the Mail.......this man is something else

- btw the story her friend told on the miscarriage is different than what Meghan wrote about it.

- the editing in this doc is weird as hell, it goes from them talking about their causes, to Meghan’s reaction to the BLM movement in the news to this random montage of home videos of them?

- Meghan saying Harry’s so fun after he makes the most unfunny joke I ever heard. No one laughed.

- James Holt either shut up or use the braincells God gave you challenge

- saying the journalist who releaved the bullying allegations ‘admitted’ to doing it right before the Oprah interview is another half-truth in this doc. He did it because the victims wanted their story out there before H&M could probably twist the whole thing and play the victim.

- institutional gaslighting????? harry shush and stop bringing up the diana comparisons ever two seconds I am tired

- they recorded themselves reacting to the Oprah interview

- Meghan saying she thought most people would focus on what she said about dealing with depression and mental health issues.....girly there’s no way that’s true be serious

- ‘Beyonce just texted’ and Meghan justs reads the text out loud lmfao

- Meghan reacting to the BP statement after the Oprah interview and Harry shows Meghan a text from William on his phone to which she says ‘wow’

- Meghan looking at travel arrangements for Harry to go back to the UK after Prince Philip died because that man is incompetent

- something about Harry being ok being filmed non-stop after his grandfather died is weird to me but whatever

- Harry reading the statement he wrote in Philip’s honor is so tacky to me bitch have some respect

- ‘He went quietly. He went peacefully’ aham

- Harry says William and Charles were focused on the same misinterpretation of the situation

- “I’ve had to make peace with the fact that we’re probably never going to get genuine accountability or a genuine apology “ BITCH BE FOR REALLLLL

- “My wife and I we’re moving on” YOU CALL MOVING ON???? TALKING ABOUT IT NON STOP?????

- Harry says he sees a lot of Meghan in Archie and a lot of Diana in Lili. Nothing from the Windsors then huh

- TYLER PERRY is Lili’s godfather???? is this common knowledge or what I swear I did not know about this

- also pretty sure the public still doesn’t know who Archie’s godparents are?? But the celeb gets announced like this, got it (also does this mean she was baptized outside of the Church of England?)

- btw they are showing quite a lot of footage of Lili now, before it was all Archie

- NOT EUGENIE GIRLLLLLL (I hope William yelled at her about this too)

- Meghan’s lawyer talks a LOT of crap for someone who is a lawyer and knows she can’t just say shit without proof. Implying that William told Jason to send in a statement to harm Meghan’s case against the Mail without any evidence is shady girl

- Meghan “it’s your brother, I’m not going to say anything about your brother but it’s so obvious” again girly show me the obvious evidence then

- Meghan says her niece Ashley is back into her life but like why did she even leave her life again???? Its the big bag palace to blame once more?

- By the way, it’s interesting that they try not to show Lili’s face but Archie’s is no problem.

- Meghan saying their kids now get to have moments out in the world and travel and sorry to break it to you luv so do the Waleses

- Harry saying LA is one of the places Diana would have lived eventually???? bro

- Nacho saying Harry always wanted a more normal, simple life why didn’t he leave the family to join the army then when he had the change? Also, what’s simple about a $15 million dollar mansion in Montecito?

- there’s so many footage and pictures of Harry and Meghan out and I genuinely wonder who took those like do they get the children to do it?? a professional photographer??

- Meghan read the speech she read at the wedding and it was written in that fancy caligraph of hers and the whole thing was so cringey

- (do you think they did it for the first time in that tent in botswana)

- the constant montages of the home videos with some crappy song in the background makes me want to scream

- “in response to allegations that Mr. Knauf submitted a voluntary witness statement in connection with the Daily Mail litigation with the consent of Prince William’s office, a representative for Mr. Knauf sent the following statement: ‘these claims are entirely false. Mr. Knauf was asked to provide evidence by both The Duchess of Sussex and Associate Newspapers” LMFAO TELL THEM JASON (Meghan’s attorneys then clap back that they didn’t ask for a statement and he did not remain neutral in the process because he was working for the Cambs this is so dumb and so easy to proof like why are them doing all of this)

I’M FREE!!!! WORST EXPERIENCE OF MY FUCKING LIFE!!!! (this is about the doc and the world cup by the way I’m glad both are done)

Anyway, this doc is boring and full of inconsintencies and this could cause no harm to the family whatsover although it will be HILARIOUS if they get invited to the coronation and actually show up. 0/10 do not reccomend.

#LAST ONE LFG #susx doc

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myopicmeerkat · 2 years

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Dès vu

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Word Count: 855 (Oneshot) Relationship(s): Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter Tags: Fluff and Angst, Feels, Hurt/Comfort, Angst With A Happy Ending, Muggle AU, Celebrity AU CW: Very mild suggestive themes present in a couple of lines. A/N: Fic title was taken from here. Likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated. :D

Summary: Dès vu (n.) Origin: French Definition: Literally translates to "seen as soon as"; The awareness that this will become a memory.

The fic is under the cut. :)

Read this on AO3.

Draco knew he would never forget that encounter.

Nor the months following that.

And how could he?

Their romance novel-worthy meet cute in a coffee shop, of all places.

Their witty banter on the sets, with a not-so-innocent lilt.

Their two-seconds-too-long stares and two-times-too-many winks.

Their first kiss in the hotel elevator – an open-mouthed and rather sloppy one, for sure – but one which left him breathless and light-headed, already wanting for more.

Their dates on the days off, replete with flushed cheeks and lovestruck grins, seemingly hidden from the camera flashes.

Their nights spent together in each other’s warm embrace, filled with soft touches and whispered declarations of love.

Their dreams of a shared future – an idyllic life in the quiet suburbs, with a two-storey house and a small vegetable garden in the back.

He could never forget those.

But he knew this surreptitious romance of theirs was not meant to last. He knew all it was ever meant to be was a memory – one he could remind himself of when-

Beep-beep. Beep-beep.

Draco shook himself out of his thoughts and grabbed a pair of oven mitts on the way to the kitchen, the delicious smell of the chicken wafting through the air, only to find it already placed on the counter.

“What the hell?” he muttered, casting a puzzled and slightly wary glance around himself, since last he checked, he was the only one in the house – when all of a sudden, a pair of arms wrapped around his middle from behind and an all-too familiar voice whispered in his ear, “The chicken should be in the oven for 30 minutes, love. And not 35 minutes.”

“Harry,” Draco breathed, twisting in their arms to look at the person behind him, “You are back.”

“Of course, I am back, love,” Harry smiled, “Why shouldn’t I be-mmph”

Before Harry could complete his sentence, Draco pushed him against the counter and claimed his lips in a fervent kiss, his fingers tangling in Harry’s messy black hair while Harry splayed his fingers across Draco’s back, pulling him impossibly closer to himself.

“Wow,” Harry marvelled, when the two separated after a good while to catch their breaths, “If this is the kind of welcome I receive on returning home early, I guess I should always return home early.”

“Shut up,” Draco muttered, his eyes drinking in Harry’s appearance as if it was an oasis to his parched self, “You gave me a scare today, you know? You should’ve told me your flight landed early.”

“And lose the chance of getting such a welcome kiss? Never,” Harry grinned. “But Draco, did you really not hear me opening the door? I thought I had made quite a noise then, dropping the keys and all.”

“If I did, would I have reacted this way, dumbass?” he retorted playfully, as he removed himself from Harry’s arms (how much ever he didn’t want to) and went to set the table for dinner, the other man following him closely.

“And what made you so unmindful, hmm, Malfoy? Thoughts of your amazing husband?”

Draco rolled his eyes at Harry's words, smiling, though the latter couldn’t see that.

“No, Potter," he threw a smirk over his shoulder, "Thoughts of my good-for-nothing husband.”

“Hey!”

“Shush!” Draco silenced him, turning and pressing a finger to his lips, “Go wash yourself up, darling. We’ll talk after that.”

“Just talk?” Harry wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and leaned closer, at which Draco just chuckled and pushing him away, said, “We’ll see.”

“Okay.” Harry pouted. And with that and another kiss, he headed to the bathroom, whistling a tune of who-knows-which song, leaving Draco arranging the plates and glasses with a smile plastered on his face, thoughts of how he managed to be so correct yet so wrong all those years ago, running through his mind.

Yes, Draco could never forget how he met his husband twenty years ago when he had been shooting his first movie. Nor could he ever forget those months they tried to keep their budding romance under the wraps, away from the public eye (although all their efforts in that direction went down the drain).

But no, that surreptitious romance of theirs lasted.

It survived all odds – be it his tyrannical father, the prying media and public or the fears of a dating scandal ruining their careers before they had even begun properly. It emerged through all those and many more troubles – the magnitude of their love not diminishing, rather increasing manifold over the years.

But most importantly, their relationship did not turn out to be a bittersweet memory like Draco had thought it would – one he thought he would remind himself of when his loneliness became too much for him to bear in the future.

Instead, it turned out to be not one but a rapidly growing collection of happy memories – ones he knew existed but never needed to remind himself of – but not because he did not want to or anything of the sort! But simply because he was too busy making newer and happier memories with his loved one to add to the plethora.

Tagging the people who will, perhaps, find this writing of mine interesting: @silver-de-vonne, @emikadreams, @mrs-tomato-head, @cleorepera. LMK if you wish to be tagged or untagged, besties!! And, I am so sorry if I have bothered you by tagging you here!

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harryconcepts · 2 years

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part 20

lol i had to split up one of the concepts into like 4 paragraphs bc it wouldn't post but it's all there

intentionally making him cum just from grinding yes please 😌 he's gripping your waist and saying "you have to stop or something really embarrassing is going to happen" and he says it with a joking tone but you can tell he's losing it from the way his voice is a little shaky 😌 you lean closer and lick the shell of his ear and whisper "what if I want that to happen" and you keep moving your hips 😌

stopppp you clench around him because you've seen how it makes him react and he squeezes his eyes shut and grips your hips and says "don't do that to me pretty girl" in a playful warning voice so you do it again and he drops his head against your neck and lets out a breathless little laugh and says "such a fucking minx"

no but imagine harry being your first time 😵‍💫 he's so slow and cautious with you making sure you're still okay and feeling good 😵‍💫 he would definitely go down on you and make you cum like that at least once because he wants you to be ready and also because he quickly figured out it's his favorite thing to do with you 😵‍💫then he comes back up to kiss you and see how you're feeling and if you still want to keep going 😵‍💫 you nod and say you want to feel him 😵‍💫 he kisses your face and rolls over to grab a condom 😵‍💫 then he just brushes himself up and down you a few times rubbing over your clit until you're arching your back and whining at him 😵‍💫 he gently shushes you and says "just trying to make sure you're ready for me pretty girl" and you gasp a little and say you are 😵‍💫 and he starts pushing in so slowly you can feel every inch of him 😵‍💫 he kisses you to distract you from any pain and because he's just obsessed with your lips 😵‍💫then once he's fully inside you're both gasping and breathing so fast because it feels so new for you and so good for him 😵‍💫 it's intense for both of you and he buries his head in your shoulder and says "fuck, you feel good, it's like we were made for each other" and you just nod because it truly feels like that 😵‍💫 and after a few moments he can feel you squeezing around him and he moans and says "don't do that, I can't control myself when you do that" but you do it again and say "want you to move, I'm okay just want to feel you" and he's almost out of it from how good he feels but he can never say no to you so he slowly pulls out and presses back in 😵‍💫 your head falls back on the pillow and you're just trying to keep your breathing steady but it's hard when you feel this good and he's above you looking at you like you're the most important thing in the world 😵‍💫 finally he thinks to bring his hand down to your clit and he says "can you cum again for me? want to feel you come around me" and he's just desperate to make you feel good 😵‍💫and when you do come he's moaning along with you from how hard you're squeezing on him and how turned on he is seeing you like this 😵‍💫 and as you come down he buries his face in your neck again and says "im so close, i can't-" and then he's breathing heavily and his whole body tenses up as he comes 😵‍💫

NOOOOOOO having sex for the first time after you become official and it's nothing you haven't done before but it feels more emotional because of all the new feelings out in the open 😭 there's a few awkward moments and some giggling but that just makes it more special 😔 and he's so sweet holding you close and kissing you gently and when he can tell you're close he murmurs "gonna come for me? show me how good I make you feel" 😔then after he's laying on top of you and he's touching all over your body to comfort you and he says "are you alright? feeling okay?" and you nod and say you're feeling amazing 😔 you pull him in for a gentle kiss and run your fingers through his hair 😔

currently crying and throwing up thinking about harry after sex......... he holds you so close to him so you can hear his heart beat .... he strokes your hair to help you calm down.... he kisses your forehead and says how much he loves you........ making sure you feel safe and loved...........

harry walking in on you touching yourself 😌 he immediately covers his eyes and turns away bc he's not sure you're ok with him seeing but then you say "why don't you come join me?" and your voice is all breathy and he's immediately like ma'am yes ma'am 🫡 he comes to sit next to you on the bed and his eyes are glued to your fingers and finally he says "slow down, want you to tease yourself a little" and you whine but do what he says anyways 😌rubbing slow circles and pressing your hips up for more friction 😌 and when he can tell you're close he pushes your hand away and you cry out but it turns into a moan when he replaces it with his own hand 😌 he rubs deep circles on your clit with his palm and his fingers reach deeper inside than yours ever can and it's no time until he's whispering "come for me" right against your ear 😌

harry would always be able to tell when you're not feeling well either physically or mentally without you even saying anything he would just know you need a hug 😔

he knows you're feeling sad lately so he decides to stay home for the day 😔 you wake up to him cuddled around you and you freak out because you think he's late for something but he just shushes you gently and explains he's staying with you today 😔 even though he's not tired anymore he lets you lay on him and sleep some more 😔 when he finally gets up he makes you some breakfast he knows you love 😔 then you spend all day doing whatever you feel like 😔 maybe you go for a little walk to watch the sunset 😔

harrys the type of bf to let you know that you can always call him no matter what 😔 even if it's the middle of the night or he's busy that day you can always call him if you need him 😔

staying over at Harry's for the first time, your relationship is pretty new and since he's always a respectful boy you haven't really done anything yet so you're getting ready for bed and you start to pull your shirt off but then you stop and say "is it ok if i... i don't usually sleep with clothes on" and he's so turned on by that but he's also going to do whatever you want so he's all "yeah of course whatever you're comfortable with" but inside he's like "oh my god there's a naked girl in my bed" and it's still in the early stages where he feels like he has a major crush on you so he's blushing and not looking directly at you because he doesn't want to do anything you're not okay with and you can tell he's a little off so you say "I can put my shirt back on if you'd prefer?" and he says "no, no, I'm fine, you're just- you're really pretty" and blushes even more 😌 then he says "actually I was thinking maybe i should take mine off too, I'm feeling very uneven right now" and you laugh and say that's fine with you 😌 so then he cuddles you close to him and you feel so close and warm, and you can feel his heartbeat against you 😔

ive said this so many times but I want to smoke with harry so bad just laying on each other with your legs tangled together and he holds it up to your lips every time 😵‍💫 or he takes your face in his hands and kisses you to blow the smoke into your mouth 😵‍💫 then you're just feeling so lazy and a bit sleepy and talking about random stuff 😔 maybe you start kissing a little and he pulls you onto his lap so you're just grinding slowly and moaning against each other's lips 😔

acting bratty bc you know it will rile fwb harry up and he'll fuck you 😌 rolling your eyes at him and arguing with him and just generally being annoying and you can tell he's getting pretty pissed so you know it's working 😌 then finally he says "I've had enough of you being a little brat" and he puts you over his shoulder and carries you to the bedroom 😌 he drops you on the bed and says "I had plans for you tonight... I was going to take my time and be sweet with you and give you whatever you wanted... but now i think we'll be doing something different" and you're still in the mood to be a little annoying so you sit up and start moving off the bed but he just tsks and says "get your cute little ass back on the bed, I'm not in the mood to argue with you tonight" and this time you decide to obey 😌 he crawls on top of you and settles between your legs and he holds your arms at the sides of your head so you can't move 😌

but then he's looking right in your eyes and his voice gets really gentle and he says "is this okay? we don't have to if you're not up to it" and you of course say yes right away and he smirks a bit and says "you know I'm not going to go easy on you? you've been so naughty all day, almost like this is what you wanted me to do" and you have a pleased look on your face because hes right, this is exactly what you wanted 😌 but then he leans in to kiss your nose and says "let's see if you're still smiling when I'm done with you" and then he abruptly gets off the bed and goes over to the dresser and opens one of the drawers😌 youre kind of shocked so you're just laying there watching him when he comes back over with two ties in his hands 😌 he gets back on the bed and pulls you to sit up so he can take your shirt off, then he brings your arms up and ties them to the headboard 😌 he kisses down your arm all the way to your chest and then he starts leaving some little marks all over you there 😌 every so often he licks over a sensitive spot and you gasp and pull at the ties on the headboard but he just smiles and says "you're not going anywhere baby, not until i say so" and gets back to kissing 😌 and when he finally gets down to your hips he's moving slower than ever, mostly because he can tell how frustrated you're getting 😌

but he keeps moving lower and when he's right between your legs he leans in and kisses you over your underwear 😌he just does that for a few minutes, licking you through the fabric and ignoring your begging 😌 when he decides you've had enough he slides them off your legs and goes back to laying between them 😌 by now you're pretty turned on so you look at him and say "please, please just touch me i promise I'll be good" and he says "that's what i like to hear" and he leans down and sucks on your clit 😌 he circles his tongue around it and has you shaking in no time 😌 then he pulls away and you're about to whine at him until you look down and see him sucking on two of his fingers while he looks straight into your eyes 😌 then he brings them back down and puts them inside of you while he's still sucking on your clit 😌 he curves his fingers up to reach your g spot and you gasp because he finds it right away as always 😌 you're moaning and saying "right there, fuck don't stop!" And he says pulls away just enough to say "yeah? gonna come for me?" and you nod and he buries his face between your legs to keep going 😌

and he can tell you're close because your moans are getting louder and you're tensing up and you say "I'm so close please don't stop!" and right before you come he takes his fingers out and totally pulls away from you 😌 and you cry out and say "no I was so close you have to-" and he cuts you off to say "I don't have to do anything, you've been a brat all day, and this is what happens to bratty girls" and you just nod because you know arguing won't get to anywhere so you say "please i promise I'll be good just please let me come" and he says "I don't think so baby, I'm in charge tonight, not you" and leans down again and spits on your clit 😌 you gasp and arch your back and he rubs the wetness around with his fingertips and says "filthy girl, you liked that didn't you?" and you nod and try to move your hips up towards him but he just grips your sides and pushes you back down 😌 he kisses around a little before he gets back to it, but this time he brings his fingers up to your lips to have you suck on them 😌 he does the same thing as before, sucking your clit into his mouth and slipping his fingers inside to brush against your g spot 😌

he flicks his tongue against you a few times and has you crying out for him in no time 😌 he uses his free hand to rub circles on your lower stomach to make it feel more intense 😌 and soon you're tensing again and whimpering how close you are and again he pulls away just before you fall over the edge 😌 this time you're so frustrated and worked up you're about to cry and you throw your head back and say "please just make me cum I've been so good for you and I need it so bad it hurts" and his face softens a bit and he moves up so he can look in your eyes and he kisses your face gently and says "can you give me one more? just one more and then i promise I'll let you cum" and you know it will feel so so good when he finally lets you so you sniffle a bit and nod 😌 and he slowly moves back down, kissing all along your body until he settles between your thighs again 😌 and it barely takes him any time at all since you're already worked up from the last two times so all it takes is a few circles around your clit and a few pumps of his fingers and you're gasping out how close you are and again he waits until the last second to move away 😌 and this time you do start crying from how frustrated you are so he moves up and wipes the tears away and says "you look so pretty like this, so wrecked for me" and you whine a little and say "please no more teasing i just need to cum" and he nods and says "you've been such a good girl for me, think i should reward you" and you nod desperately and he smirks and moves back down again 😌 and like before it only takes a few minutes for him to work you up, except this time when you say you're close he doesn't stop or even slow down he just keeps licking as you squeeze your thighs around his head and he works you through the most intense orgasm of your life 😌 and as you're coming down he's licking around gently to try and clean you up until you gasp and try to pull away from him, and then he murmurs "i'm sorry baby, I'm sorry" and kisses back up your tummy until he gets to your face 😌 then he's reaching up to untie you and as soon as you're free he pulls your shaking body close to him and says "you did so good for me baby, such a good girl" and kisses your forehead 😔 after a few minutes of him helping you calm down he asks how you're feeling and if you need anything 😔 he offers some food or a bath and you say a bath would be good so he picks you up and brings you to the bathroom 😔 he gets the water nice and warm and then helps you in before he climbs in behind you 😔 he pulls you against his chest and lets you sit like that for as long as you need 😔 he reaches for the water bottle he had grabbed and holds it up to your lips for you to take a few sips 😔then when he's sure you're feeling okay again he says "you know, if you wanted me to tease you until you cried, you could have just asked" and you say "it's much more fun this way though 😌" and he laughs and says "you're such a little minx, you know that?" and rests his head against yours 😔 then after a minute he says softly "but you'll always be my favorite" 😔

harry pushing your leg up against your chest so it hangs over his shoulder while he's fucking you 😵‍💫 the new angle lets him hit new spots and you feel him so much deeper and you cry out and scratch your nails down his back 😵‍💫

harry would absolutely love finding soft spots on your neck or really wherever that make you squirm when he pays attention to them 😵‍💫 he knows the fastest way to get you going is to kiss around a bit before he focuses on a certain spot, sucking gently to leave a little pink mark until you're whining and bucking your hips against him 😵‍💫

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halfblood-princes-crown · 2 years

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I can't wait for your Severitus twd au, I'm so excited!!

If you don't mind answering, what do you have in mind for your Severus parenting style? Raising a kid is hard enough on our world i don't even want to imagine the struggle on an apocalypt one

Will he show Harry how to use a gun at 6? Or will he try to shield him from that ? Both ? How would Harry even react to that, i mean all he will ever know is the apocalypse that must change the way he sees everything compared to the adults. Hell now that i think about it his whole gang will consist of apocalypse babies, those must be some pretty messed up kids

Are the kids parents going to be around ? I'm sorry if the questions are too specific I'm just a sucker for world building lol

(i remember a scene where little Judith( i think????) shoots someone with a gun bigger than her and i can definitely picture small scrawny Harry in her place lol)

Every time someone says they’re excited for this fic it gives me motivation 🥺💚

Severus isn’t going to be the typical parent at first. When Harry’s born, they’re in the middle of a shit storm and it takes a while for them to settle in…like a WHILE. There no time for cuddles and bedtime stories

During the Farm Era, Carl was really adamant about learning how to shoot and stuff. Like you said, these are apocalypse babies, work and running is all they know, there’s no fun in games, so yes Harry is going to want to help out as soon as he feels he’s old enough

Snape isn’t going to sugarcoat shit, if Harry wants to know something, he’s gonna know it. If Harry wants to shoot, he’s gonna learn. He’s most likely going to have small training sessions. The only thing Sev will be hesitant about is Harry coming with him on runs and hunts. Those are extremely dangerous and requires speed, reflexes and focus.

Ofc there are gonna be ppl who are like “Harry’s just a kid, Severus! Let him be a kid!” Ma’am we’re in an apocalypse…shush. So Sev will so have to deal with that stress because he’s going to wanna do right by him but he’s also not the parent type and doesn’t see this as a fit environment for a kid to just be a kid. Then we also have to think about the fact that Sev was never able to be a kid. Everything he’s teaching Harry, he probably learned early than Harry and in a more crueler method. He doesn’t know what it’s like to be a kid more or less raise one

But he does good. And Harry will grow to be badass jr.

I do plan on having them settle down into a stable community and Sev will learn to just have “normal” bonding experiences with Harry. It’ll be fluffy 🤌🏽

As for lightning era’s parents…spoilers 🤫

#twdsf

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berrieluv · 2 years

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The Moment I Knew.

dads' best friend!james potter x wolfstar daughter!reader. Summary: Sirius wanted a boy. Remus is busy. And James potter is single and ready to take care of his best friends' little girl.

TW: My horrible writing, age gap, sex, some angst I guess. The picture doesn't represent reader's look, I just liked it. I WOULD LIKE TO CLARIFY THAT READER IS +18 THANK YOU.

Sirius Black was your father, but he seemed more Harry's than yours, and you couldn't help but feel jealous for all those times he ditched you to spend time with him.

"But you never put any attention to me!"

"You're being ridiculous. I wish you could hear yourself so you can realize how ridiculous you sound! Tell her moony, tell the little brat how dramatic she's being"

You stop breathing for a second, feeling the heat in your face as you hold your anger to not yell at Sirius. At your father.

"I'm not being dramatic I just want you to pay attention to me!"

"You can't possible be real! More? You want more attention? We're your fathers not your fucking slaves!"

"You're not even my parents, a parent is supposed to be there for you. You're never there for me, it's always Harry, Harry this, Harry that, it's always like that!"

"Well maybe you should try to be more like Harry"

"I'm sorry I can't make you happy by being Harry. I'm sorry I can't be the perfect son!"

"It would be just so much better if Harry was my child and not you"

Remus finally reacted at the comment, seeing your eyes wide open and filled with tears, he looked at Sirius, and he knew he haven't realized what he said, he tried to speak but you were faster than him.

"I'm sorry you feel that way. I really, really try to be enough" your voice was now broken and the words were cut for your sobs "And thank you for always being so interested in what's happening at home" you said, looking at Remus before turning around and going to your room.

You were gone at dinner, and James noticed, of course he did.

"Where's [y/n]?"

"She's at her room. She doesn't feel like eating"

James looked at remus with a confused look. You always wanted to eat "Is she sick?"

"No, just tired"

Sirius answered and James nodded as he excused himself to go to the bathroom, saying he was gonna take a few minutes and maybe a shower due to how tired he was feeling.

First thing he did after going upstairs was go to your room, he didn't knocked. It would be too obvious and his friends down there will hear it. He just entered to find yourself curled up in your bed.

"Hey. Hey, pretty baby. Is everything ok?"

You lifted your head up to see him and you started to cry more. he shushes you while he makes himself a space in your bed. He comforting you was as normal as Sirius taking Harry to quidditch practices.

"Wanna tell me what happened, baby?"

"No. jus' wan' daddy"

James smiled at your submissive voice and started to get in his 'daddy' role, not father, not dad, he was only your daddy.

"Daddy's here, little girl. Not going anywhere"

"They said i would be better if i were Harry"

"Who said, darling love?"

"Dads"

James tried to hold his anger, he loved you, and he loved Harry too, both of you were so special in so many different ways, but at the end, you both were magnificent.

"Don't listen to them, kitten. you're really, really special" you cried in James' chest "and i'm gonna prove it to you"

if there was something James loved was to touch you, and make you moan his name when; 1) Your dads were near, because it gave him so much adrenaline it was crazy. 2) You were feeling down, and you loved it too, because it was so easy to make you cum.

His fingers start to stroke your inner tights and you close your legs by the feeling.

"My dads are downstairs"

"If your quiet enough they won't have to know"

You let him open your legs again, now he's finding his way through your panties and he stars to play with your clit.

Your breaths start to get heavy and you let yourself lay in his chest, being completely at his mercy. "That's a good girl, always so ready for daddy"

Your foggy mind drowns at the pleasure and you bit your lips making sure you're not letting any moan scape your lips; "Look at this, bunny, you're soaking wet. You're letting your dads' best friend fuck you silly in their own house, what would they think? They're little girl being fucked by a grown man? I bet they won't like this"

You wanted to answer but his movements were getting faster with every word he said.

"P-please, daddy. I, I wanna cum"

"Cum, baby. Cum in daddy's fingers"

Next thing you know, you feel your own release and James gets his fingers out of you, making you whine as it suddenly feels empty.

"What an eager little slut, you still wan' daddy's fingers inside, bunny? daddy can't have his fingers in your princess parts the whole day"

"Busy man" you mumble with your eyes closed. Every time you cum, you feel the need to sleep, but James knew how to work you out for a few more rounds.

"Yes, baby. Daddy's a busy man"

James is strong enough to manhandled you and do whatever he wants with your body, and he does, because he can and you're not gonna stop him.

He puts you in a way that your head is against the mattress and he puts himself on top of you. He gets rid of your shorts and panties and he stars to insert his hard cock in your pussy.

"Be quiet, darling"

He shushes you while he stars thrusting into you. James was always so gentle when he knew you were having a bad time. He was the softest dom ever, and you liked it that way. Because having all the drama outside and being treated like a no one in your home, you couldn't be possible taking that in bed. And james knew that, he knew the need you had to feel special and how much it meant to you to be loved. To be someone's favorite. You knew you weren't his favorite, you knew he prefers Harry, his own son. But you let him lie to you, and he will, because if he gives you what you want then you give him what he likes.

when he finished, and he made sure you did finish too, he let go of you and you cried again.

"Sh, sh, baby. It's ok, it's fine. I'm right here, ok? I'm not going, I'm just getting out"

"Don' wanna' daddy"

"I know you don't want to, princess. But i needed to get out, yes? People are expecting me down there"

You nodded with a sad pout and you let him go, of course he didn't leave without making sure you were clean and putting you to sleep again. He always did that for you.

It was a beautiful day of summer, but not as beautiful as how James tough you look. He was giving you discreet looks and smiled at you every so. You two and your parents were the first ones to arrive to Harry's birthday party.

A few moments after, Lily and Harry appeared and it was like everyone forgot about you.

Not that you wanted to make it about yourself, that was the last of your intentions, you knew this was Harry's moment. And you couldn't possible want to ruin it. But you only wanted to talk to someone.

"It's nice, isn't it?" you looked at Fred sitting next to you "All the show they put on, I mean is a well planned party. Harry was really surprised when he arrived. He was very happy"

"Yes" you smiled. you were happy for harry, because you knew it wasn't his fault, and he was never mean to you. On the contrary, Harry always cared about you. "My dads organized everything"

Fred stayed silent. Just nodding with his head. Wondering when they ever did something like this for you. But maybe, this year would be your turn too. "Do you want to go for a piece of cake?"

"James"

You arrived to the man's home, knowing there was no one but him there.

"You weren't at my dance presentation" You told him the moment you saw him.

"No, sorry, darling. Harry asked me to do some things with him"

"Were they really urgent?" you asked, holding back your tears. Of course if anyone would ever miss something of you would be because of Harry "I told you about it a few months ago. you could've let me know you wouldn't be there. I was expecting you"

"Yes, but your dad got us last time tickets in the front seats for the Quidditch game" He smiled "It was a last time thing. You know how this is. And i can't let my son down just to go with you"

Fred told you once that getting involved with a man who was already a father will be the last thing you wanted, because you will never be their priority; it will always be his child.

"No, of course I didn't expect you to ditch Harry, just" You were trying to hold back your tears at this moment and everything felt awful, it was your dad, he got tickets and he didn't stop himself to think that that very same day was the day you have been preparing for half the year "Just a call, you know, letting me know you wouldn't be there"

"Is really a call that important? I mean, it wasn't as if you were expecting much, you knew your parents wouldn't be there, I don't know why you expect me to be"

"I just tough I was important for you"

"And you are. But before you is Harry, you should know that. It's not like you weren't familiar with the sensation"

You didn't knew why James was acting this way. Is true that you never really reproach him anything, and this was the first time you ever asked him why, but you were preparing for so long for this dance recital, and it was important to you. And no one was there.

You left the house without saying a word and just went straight home.

In your birthday, no one bothered in organizing you something. Fred, George and Hermione helped you, but your parents weren't even aware of what day was.

Even tough James tried to fix things, you couldn't let him. He knew that was your weakest spot, and still, he decided to use it against you just because he was having a bad day.

You tolD your parents about the party. And every minute passing you were checking the door, expecting them to arrive with that "Champ, i'm right here" smile they always used for Harry.

Every hour passing just makes you want to die because it was gonna be over and they didn't arrive. You put on your best dress because you knew how much they hated when you dressed "boy like". You did your best but it still wasn't enough, and they couldn't even notice it wasn't enough because they never bothered to show up.

Now you just wanted be alone and James always seem to know when there's something really wrong, so before Fred could do anything and follow you, he realized Harry isn't there, and your dads aren't either, which could only mean they're with him, and he know you already noticed that, he tells Fred to back off and instead he follows you.

Tears in your eyes as you say to him "They said they'd be here" He can only smile at you and hug you, as you needed to be hug, like the world was falling down and the only thing that could mend it was that hug "With tears in my eyes i begged them to be here"

James convinced you to get back to the party, but everything felt horrible now.

You were standing there, and everything was moving in slow motion, if someone would ask Fred about you, he'll say that your party dress and the red lipstick looked amazing in you, and you impressed him. Hell, you even impressed Cedric. But you felt like there was no one to impress.

And while they all were laughing you couldn't help but ask yourself about where your parents could be.

There was one thing missing at the party, and that was the moment you knew.

James noticed the first tear streaming down your face, he blocked you with his body so everyone around wouldn't notice.

"And what do you do when the ones who mean the most to you are the ones who didn't show?"

James looked at you sad.

"They should've been here, princess" You look at him as you let him hold you, like you were the most fragile thing on earth. "I'm sorry they weren't here"

"I'm sorry too"

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marmixedwithabitofintellect · 2 years

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Hi there! I wanted to make a requests if it’s possible, since today Harry’s House got leaked, could you do a one shot/blurb of Harry and Y/N finding out that the album got leaked and how would Harry react and how would YN try to console him?🥺

Thank you for your request lovie, I am very sorry it took me so long, I was out of town and didn't have my laptop with me 🤍 I am still appalled at what happened and my heart hurts for Harry, I am glad this happened while I was asleep and that by the time I logged into Twitter links were taken down. Please remember that this was years of work by Harry and his team, so the least they deserve is the respect by the fans.

Through the Hardships

April 20,2022.

Los Angeles, California. 4:45 AM

I shushed once more and closed the nursery door making my way back to our room. The transition from the bassinet to the crib was progressing, but I was just tempted to bring them in with me. I closed the door to our room and laid down next to Harry.

I was just beginning to fall into a deep sleep when I was rudely woken up by the shrill ringing of Harry’s phone, he groaned before answering, “Hello?”, a few seconds later he sat up fairly quickly, “Shit, how?”, that made me sit up too, he sighed pulling a hand through his hair

“Okay, send the invite and give me five”, he hung up and took a shuddering breath, I reached to squeeze his arm before speaking, “Hey, what’s going on?”, “They leaked it, they had so little respect for me and my personal things that they went through and leaked it”, “What are you talking about H?”

He pulled back from me and stood up from the bed, “God are you stupid? The album Y/N, they leaked my album”, I was shocked and trying to process what he told me, he reached to squeeze my hand, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have called you stupid love”

I nodded, honestly, I hadn’t realized he had called me that, “How can I help H?”, “I have a meeting in a few, I’ll let you know what we decide, how about you get a little sleep huh? We have had a few rough nights”, he kissed my forehead and left the room.

Los Angeles, California. 9:45 AM

A few hours later I woke up, after sitting down I realized that since putting Lovebug down I hadn’t fed them, so I started making my way to the nursery, when I opened it my heart both broke and started beating with love.

Harry was sitting on the rocking chair humming under his breath and holding little love who by the looks had just woken up and was in between sleep and waking up, he kissed their little head before turning to look into the door where he saw me and gave me an apologetic smile, “Hi baby, I’m sorry, I needed a cuddle”

I laughed a little before sitting down on the floor by them, “You don’t have to apologize honey, I understand and I got to say, that first cuddle is the best”, I squeezed his knee, “How did the meeting go?”, he sighed, “It was rough, my team is still trying to figure out how it happened, we’ve taken the links down but they are out there”

“And you? How are you?”, he looked at me, “Honest?”, I smiled, “Always”, he reached for my hand and gave it a squeeze, “I’m bummed, I am sad, angry and I feel helpless; this was the album I was the most excited to put out there, and for them to just steal it? I mean, I understand ‘Medicine’, ‘Anna’ and even the One Direction songs, but the album, why?”, I stood up a little to wipe the tears that were starting to fall

“I read some of the tweets and reactions, they are all really positive which makes me excited, but there were others who expressed their sadness and disappointment because they were waiting for the release, and they listened to it by accident”

I stood up and hugged him, “I’m sorry H, really sorry”, he kissed my neck, “I am too, but what is done is done”, we pulled back a little, when we did, I could feel my breasts were swollen and in dire need of a feed, and he noticed too because he stood up and said, “Here, why don’t you sit down and nurse? I will take a bath”, I nodded and when I received the baby, I kissed him before he exited.

When Lovebug finished feeding they were ready for their nap, so I laid them down, I exited the nursery and I went into our bedroom where I saw that Harry was still on the bath, so I took the opportunity to prepare some things to help him feel better.

I went downstairs and started preparing toad-in-the-hole, along with a brew of his favorite coffee, while that finished cooking, I went into the linen closet where I had hidden the blanket I had knitted for him a few days ago, I guess this was the perfect moment to give it to him.

I then went into the garden where I pulled a little lavender for a lovely finishing detail, I went upstairs and set up everything in the bed along with a little card and returned downstairs to finish preparing breakfast,

Harry. Los Angeles, California. 10:30 AM

The bath had helped me relax and I exited the bathroom, when I looked into the bed and I found a knitted blanket along with some lavender and a lovely letter by my girl, I opened the letter and tears returned to my eyes, This too shall pass, I am proud of you rockstar, you will do great things, through the good and bad it’s you and me, -Y/N

I went downstairs where I was met by the smell of my favorite breakfast and my love finishing plating it up, when she saw me she smiled, “The bath did you well lovie, come here, breakfast is done”, I smiled and helped her bring everything to the table and just before she could sit down I pulled her in for a hug and nuzzled into her neck.

She affectionately started rubbing my hair, after a few seconds I spoke up, “Thank you, I don’t know what I did to deserve you”, she kissed my temple, “I love you H, always together”, I whispered, “Even through the hardships?”, she squeezed me harder, “Especially through the hardships”

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lollypopsx · 2 years

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hi, maybe y/n being harassed and assaulted on a harry show and he reacting to this, I love your blog💛

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You didn’t always love being in the limelight with the fans, but it was something you was happy to deal with if it meant loving Harry for the rest of your life.

The majority of fans were the kindest and most lovable people you had met, spoken to or stumbled upon via social media. There were a few fans who were polite, but didn’t care much for you, and that you also were very thankful for. Unfortunately though, there was still a percentage of fans who hated you more than any other soul on the planet.

Constantly posting rude comments, tweets and photos about you, making comments on your appearance and even a few death threats.

You had spent the Tacoma show in the pit as you often do, you often met fans who were excited to meet you, and you’d spend the show dancing alongside them and talking to them throughout.

Today however, was the worst you’d experienced. You were stood with Jeff and a few others from management, as always you were enjoying the show, but you felt dagger eyes piercing through your skin, with an unnecessary amount of sniggers and phone cameras pointed towards you.

“What the fuck it she wearing?” “Has she seen what she looks like?” “She should go and crawl back into Harry’s wallet, gold digger.” “Red isn’t flattering for her. She looks like a horse.” “…a pig more like” “what does Harry actual see in her? She’s vile” “yeah, she’d look less disgusting if someone threw up over her”

You heard everything, well…as much as you could handle. You was sure there was much more said that you couldn’t hear, but the tears were brewing quick in your eyes and you didn’t want anyone to see.

“I need to go” you mutter to Jeff, “I-I have to go please” you whimper softly, begging him. “Y/N are you alright?” Jeff frowns. “Please I need to go backstage” she mutters. “Alright, it’s this way” he nods and takes your arm gently, walking you towards the crowd of girls, their glares were dark and angry.

You held your breath and walked with Jeff, holding his arm tightly and within seconds, before you could even realise, you felt a cool liquid thrown into your face. You panicked at first, hearing gasps all around you and you wince, squeezing your eyes shut. The stench of red wine engulfing your skin and everything felt so silent. The music stopped, you couldn’t hear Harry singing and you couldn’t see, the wine was burning into your eyes and everything happened so quickly.

You held onto Jeff as tight as you possibly could and felt sobs wretching at your throat. “It’s okay Y/N, I’m here…we’ll get you sorted right away” you felt two arms grab you and pick you up, rushing you to where you could only assume was backstage.

“I’m so sorry to stop the show, I’ll be right back” you heard Harry say into the mic before a buzzing chatter rippled through the arena.

“Baby?!” You heard Harry call down the hallways of the backstage maze.

“Harry?!” You cry out loudly, your eyes squeezed shut still, stinging more and more every second. The sound of people crowding around you was making your more anxious.

“Y/N, my name is Carrie, I’m a paramedic and I need you to listen to me carefully darling. Someone has thrown some alcohol at you and we need to get it rinsed out as quickly as possible sweetie”

You whimper softly, hearing Harry talking angrily as he comes in. “Jeff you must of seen them! I want them out of here and In the back of a fucking police car before anyone can leave this place!” He demands quietly before rushing over to you.

“I’m here baby. I’m here!” Harry sits at your side, holding your hands tightly and pressing constant kisses to your knuckles. “You brave girl hey…it’s going to be okay I promise”

"We're going to rinse your eyes out sweetie alright. It's going to sting a little but it will feel so much better soon. And Harry is right here with you” The paramedic tells you calmly as Harry shushes you peacefully.

Your eyes were still stinging after being washed out, your makeup now being wiped off and tears rolling down your cheeks. Harry held you tightly as you sobbed into his chest.

"Baby please tell me what happened...I hate seeing you this way and they hurt you" he frowns, tears brimming his own eyes.

You shake your head silently and sniffle "I-I'll tell you later ok? You need to go back on stage. E-everyone's waiting" you sniffle and wipe your cheeks slowly.

"No. I'm not going" he mutters stubbornly.

“No Harry. You're going. Do it for me...please" you whisper, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw and getting up, wobbling off balance slightly.

"Fine…but you're staying back here with the team and the paramedics and if anything happens I'm coming straight back off!" He sighs, knowing he'd never win.

'Il be ok. I promise. I want to watch" you turn on the screen to see the stage view camera. Harry kissed you passionately one more time, before rushing back off. He seemed slightly more off when he came back on. He was hurt and angry that anyone could be crawl enough to do that, let alone to the love of his life.

"Thank you so much for being patient.…everything is ok. Y/N has been treated and is being kept an eye on. I'm shocked anyone could do that so if anyone if this audience feels unsafe for any reason, please tell someone…anyone! And those who helped my girlfriend in the pit…thank you with my whole heart!" He speaks seriously into the mic before nodding to the band.

He rushed through the show, and was back holding you in his dressing room the second he had run off stage. Bombarding you with questions every second and speaking to the medic.

"My eyes are a bit blurry but the stinging has gone down, you didn't have to stop the show for me though Haz" you whisper sadly, the words for the girls were still eating you alive. “Look we will speak about it later alright when it’s just us? I promise”

"For you darling…I'd stop everything"

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shangchiswife · 2 years

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Hi, just out of curiosity, can you please do how Norman Osborn or Otto Octavius react to y/n pregnancy...

Otto Octavius-

- When he finds out that you're pregnant, the biggest smile comes on his face, making your heart warm.

- He very dramatically kneels down to your stomach and presses his whole face to it.

- You did expect him to be happy but you did not expect him to be as dramatic as this but that's the way you like your husband.

- You stroke his hair and he breaks into a sob.

- "I'm going to be a father and you're going to be a mother," he looks up at you with his eyes glossy and then plants a kiss onto your stomach.

-Long story short you both end up sobbing and you both go into a rant about how the other is the best partner that they could ask for.

-This man is so happy and he'll do anything to take care of you while you're pregnant

- You're walking over to the kitchen and he will drop all of his science projects just to help you even if you don't need it.

- "What do you need my dear?" he rushes over to you practically breaking down your entire home.

- His tentacles are also extremely fond of you and love to make sure that you're loved. They go up next to you and snuggle against you.

-"Hey guys," you say softly to the tentacles gently petting two of them. "Otto I'm just getting cereal, I'm fine," you say which results in him shushing you and making his tentacles go make you a bowl of cereal.

- "I'm not complaining but I can do it myself!" you whined as Otto kisses your forehead.

- "We just want you and our baby to be safe," he says, stroking your cheeks while you sigh and lean into his touch.

- No matter what this man is so caring towards you and just wants you and your child to be safe.

Norman Osborn-

- When you told Norman he was shocked.

- You both came into a relationship when his son introduced you two and you both were instantly attracted to each other.

- Your relationship mostly consisted of you both hooking up and very subtle normal dating things.

- "I thought we were being safe!" Norman whispered.

- A slightly hurt look breezes on your face for a moment before disappearing.

- "I guess this baby slipped in," you smiled, patting your stomach fondly.

- "Are you not happy, though?" you questioned.

- "Of course, I'm happy I just don't know what to say. Now everyone will know that we're together which was something I wasn't prepared for," he explains as he comes up to you and gives you a big hug.

- "Well at least there won't be anymore sneaking behind Harry's back," you teased but Norman just gave you a frightened glance.

- "I just don't want anyone to shame you...you know for being with an older man," Norman's blue eyes filled with concern as he stared down at your form.

-"You know if someone says something I can give them a glare and say something behind their back," you grabbed his hand and placed a kiss on it.

-He closed his eyes for a moment, the feeling of your lips on his skin making him feel at peace.

- "I'm also scared," he admitted, his eyes downward.

- "Why are you scared?" you asked, putting a hand to his cheek.

- "I wasn't a good father to Harry...I'm still not but I'm trying. I just don't want to make the same mistakes with this child," his lip quivered as you felt your face sadden.

- "Norman, right now you've been making great progress with Harry...he's been telling me. And since this is also my child, I'll help you out even though I'm gonna be new at parenting. This will be a challenge that we'll face together," you looked into his eyes.

- Your words seemed to comfort him as he bent down and planted a kiss on your stomach.

- "I promise that I am going to always be there for you. I'm going to care and love for you as I do for your mother,"

- You felt your eyes glisten with a fresh coat of tears as you pulled him in for a hug.

- You knew that Norman was going to try so hard to be a good father because he loved you and he was going to love his new baby as well.

#otto octavius x reader #otto octavius fluff #doc ock x reader x norman osborn #norman osborn x reader #norman osborn imagine #spiderman no way home x reader

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all-things-fic · 3 years

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Harry FaceTime MC and baby Edie to show his Grammy challenge

Grammy Daddy // A Quarantine Harry interlude

This may not be much but I’m trying to dip my toe back into the fic world. The other piece is still coming (no pun intended) for the Grammys but I probably won’t be able to give it entire attenton until the middle of next week. Hope this tides everyone over! x

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The sound of cries from the baby monitor woke you. They weren’t cries of distress which made the sound less of a shock to you being newly awakened but you reacted all the same.

Sitting up on the edge of the bed, there was a heaviness to your body that hadn’t been felt in the longest time. Your eyes swept over your master bedroom and lingered on the empty side of your usually shared bed. Not long enough to dwell, but long enough to recognise that you were parted.

When filming had finished, you and Harry came to the joint decision that going home would be best for both you and your baby girl. Harry was still needed in Los Angeles for commitments and would be joining you in time for him to quarantine in preparation for another movie.

It wasn’t a decision that the two of you had made lightly. It was one however, that had him beginning to burn the candle at both ends once it had been decided, just to ensure he was getting enough time with Edie before the two of you parted from him.

Reaching for your phone and letting your mind wander, your feet sluggishly padded across your bedroom floor and into the room next door.

The nursery here in London was unfinished.

If that thought had entered your mind at any other time of day it would’ve annoyed you, but thinking it at just shy of 4am meant that it went in one ear and out the other.

That didn’t mean it didn’t stop your eyes taking in everything.

The barely decorated walls which still held paint swatches and baby furniture still yet to be made. You were grateful that the cot and the changing table which held storage for clothes had been a priority before the rush of Harry’s work even became a thing. You were even more grateful for the rocking chair, set up in the corner to use for nursing, than ever before.

Soft shushing sounds had already begun to leave you subconsciously as you walked closer to your daughter. Her cries were still consistent but not getting any louder.

Looking down, you hated seeing the way her pretty face crumpled with upset and had started to get pink. Usually when you came to find her after sleep she would be looking up at you with her big, captivated eyes and provide you with a crooked smile very similar to the one that belonged to her Daddy.

You slowly lifted your hand and gently rested it on top of her stomach. Her tiny body shook as her arms were reached out either side of her. Your eyes quickly surveyed the situation in which you had found yourself, noting the way her baby blanket had been kicked off her while she slept.

“‘S okay baby, Mommy’s here,” you soothed, voice whispered as you watched the way her crumpled face started to soften and her cries lessened. You were sure her abrupt awakening had come from being cold, her body not quite used to the changing of locations and climates. “Did someone get cold? I think they did.”

You heard your voice now, the way it had taken on that tone it usually adopted as you spoke to you little girl. Part of you loved it but the other part was willing you to get out of it sooner rather than later, wanting Edie to pick up talking correctly initially rather than understanding “baby talk”.

Reaching down you gently lifted your daughter out of her cot, the blanket swiftly picked up with your left hand and threw gently towards the rocking chair. “Mommy’s here baby, Mommy’s got you,” you whispered, lips held against her temple as she gently rested her face in to your neck.

You naturally took on a rocking motion, as the cries of your daughter began to subside once more. The tension of her tiny body fading as she relaxed in your arms having previously taken on a tremble when you reached for her.

“Just us girls together,” you continued to speak to her, feeling her soft breathing hit your neck as she calmed.

Spinning around you located the rocking chair in the corner and quickly pulled at the dirty washing, which had been thrown on the seat by your own hands much earlier in the night, and let it fall to the floor before you sat.

Once comfortable you skilfully unbuttoned your pyjama shirt one-handed, like second nature and pushed the item open, guiding your grizzly daughter to your left boob. She latched with ease, her tiny hand lifting to rest gently atop your flesh, her fingers flexing slightly to softly grip.

With your spare hand, you stroked over her hair and down the centre of her nose watching the way the motion caused her eyes to flutter. She always opened them back up once you moved your hand back to the top of her head, and the way she immediately zoned in on you again caused you to softly smile down at her.

“Didn't fancy sleeping through this evening then?” You directed your question down to Edie.

Talking to her as she fed was something that you had ensured you did the minute she comfortably took to your breast.

You had read somewhere, and so had Harry, that even from when a baby is just a newborn, by taking up speaking you would be teaching your baby important language skills every time you verbally engaged. This also included singing. Babies needed to hear language before they could start talking. You were supporting and loving your baby by talking to them, even if they were unable to talk back yet.

Thinking about it, maybe you should revel in the fact that she couldn’t talk back yet.

“Maybe next time save the late nights for Daddy. Really welcome him home, eh?” You heard your amused lilt as you spoke and enjoyed feeling joy regardless of the ungodly hour.

At the mention of Harry, you felt the buzz of your phone in the pocket of the joggers you had commandeered from the man himself. Using your right hand, you quickly fished the item out from where it was nestled against your thigh, having no idea who would be contacting you at this time and quickly read the screen.

Wanting the time on the clock to be purely fictional rather than reality, you accepted the FaceTime call from your husband and if you didn’t feel so corpse-like you wondered if you would dread how you were going to present yourself to him.

After you accepted his FaceTime call, you had expected to see his face almost immediately. Instead you were met with what looked to be the inside of a suit jacket. Whatever it was, it looked to cost a pretty penny.

Slightly loud and boisterous noises caused your thumb to go into immediate action by pressing down the volume on your phone, your eyes averting away from the screen to drop down to your dozing baby girl as she gently fed from your breast.

“Bro,” you heard his drawl, followed quickly by a slightly laughed and shrieked, “What?!”

You were beginning to wonder if he had forgotten about you, before the phone moved again and you saw his face. Even held at an unflattering angle he was infuriatingly attractive.

His eyes glittered through the screen, slightly manic no doubt from the alcohol that had been consumed, a checkered mask looped around us ears and pushed under his chin.

The two of you stared at each other through the screen, both trying to read each other regardless of the 5,437 miles between the two of you.

“You didn’t,” you whispered, as his lips broke out into a larger grin, one side of his mouth slowly raising higher than the other.

He hummed with a slight eyebrow raise, lips rolling into his mouth to curb how overwhelmed and happy he was. “Might have.”

“Harry,” you breathed his name.

“Love you, darling,” he replied. “Didn't think I’d get you.”

“Someone woke me.”

Your eyes dropped down to your daughter who seemed to be more alert now from the additional sound of a familiar voice. She stared at you with a wonder that never failed to make you catch your breath. The amount of love in her big eyes, something neither she, nor you, were able to fathom.

As she kept your eyes, you heard his voice, “She said my Daddy is a Grammy Daddy, wake up Mummy we gots some celebratin’ t’do.”

#Harry styles #harry styles fluff #Harry styles blurb #quarantine harry #sorry I can’t read more at the minute

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chudleycanonficfest · 3 years

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Day 26, Post #1 by @cheesyficwriter

Title: The Greatest Chapter

Author: cheesyficwriter

Pairing: Harry/Ginny

Prompt: Moving in together

Rating: T

Trigger Warnings: None

Prompt: Moving in together

The Greatest Chapter

At age 10, I had the most embarrassing schoolgirl crush on Harry Potter. I'd see him and run in the opposite direction, painting the perfect image of me as a young girl who lacked the confidence needed to formulate words — any words — around someone I liked.

Before getting to know Harry for who he really was, I was so infatuated with the idea of the Boy-Who-Lived. I wanted so desperately to be going to Hogwarts with Ron before I was old enough, knowing that Harry Potter would be there too.

The way Harry took on a basilisk to save my life during my first year did nothing but solidify my growing feelings for him. My crush never really went away but instead transformed into a casual friendship based upon our shared experience in the Chamber of Secrets, a friendship that I was willing to accept at the time because I just wanted to be around him.

As we grew up, I started to relax more in his presence. We gained a mutual respect for one another, exchanging laughs in the Great Hall and sharing in-jokes during Christmases at the Burrow. Those little moments, in between all of the chaos and turmoil of what used to be, helped me learn a few things about Harry that I wouldn’t have discovered otherwise — not even on the front page of The Daily Prophet.

When I was younger, I admired Harry because I was under the impression that he possessed traits that I didn’t. I never imagined that I could be as brave, or courageous, or charismatic as he was to me. What surprised me the most about our developing friendship at Hogwarts was that there were far more similarities between us than differences. We shared the same wicked sense of humor — that I like to say I inherited from my plethora of brothers — yet could still hold my own during quick-witted battles, and I often found myself looking at Harry whenever something made me laugh, just to see if he was laughing, too. My stomach always spiraled when, more often than not, I found him looking back at me. We used our shared humor to our advantage, and I was thankful for that small respite in the midst of so much darkness.

We shared the same values, both of us realizing the importance of family, friends, and love above everything else. It’s what we fought for every day, even when it seemed like we were too young to really know what love was.

As our friendship continued, my romantic feelings for Harry were buried deep down in a place where I was once convinced they would stay. I decided to throw all of my energy into school, developing my skills as a witch, thus growing the confidence I needed along the way to put myself out there with other, more available boys.

For years, we were caught up in our own lives, and it shocked me more than anyone to have captured Harry’s attention when I least expected it. From the first moment he kissed me, I never hesitated. All of those feelings I had attempted to bury came rushing back to the surface, like revealing a galleon that I had stashed at the bottom of my trunk.

I will never forget those few stolen weeks we had together when I was 15 and he was 16. He described it as something out of someone else’s life, and at the time, I had thought that was all we would ever be. Time was fleeting, and there wasn’t enough of it.

Harry had no choice but to dedicate his life to fighting for the wizarding world, and I was always determined to be right there beside him, up until the point where I couldn’t. I was smart enough to understand why he didn’t ask me to come with him. It was his mission. His, Ron’s, and Hermione’s. I didn’t often miss the times the three of them carried on by themselves, engaging in secret conversation and disappearing without the faintest clue of their whereabouts until much later.

On that fateful day that Harry broke things off, I already knew what he was so desperately trying to convey to me. If I were to have accompanied him on the Horcrux hunt, it would’ve been me he was worried about instead of finding the pieces of Voldemort’s soul that were crucial to defeating him.

That notion — although tragic in a sense — gave me more pleasure than the feeling of scoring an impossible goal during a Quidditch match.

Regardless, Harry was never far from my mind those long months that he was gone. My childhood crush seemed silly at that point because I had gained so much more than a fleeting romance.

As time passed, and Harry and I found our way back to each other after Voldemort's defeat, it took us a minute to catch our bearings and resume our relationship that we had put on an indefinite pause.

It hadn’t always been easy dating him. In fact, dealing with the fame that Harry carried around with him from being a war hero had been a lot harder than I ever anticipated. But it was always unspoken that we managed, despite what any publishings had to say about us.

I came to love him, not for being Harry Potter, but for who he truly was. His heart. His courage.

As I stood reflecting on my relationship with Harry in the drawing room of 12 Grimmauld Place, I was overcome with emotion. Our relationship wasn’t perfect, but it was the one we were destined to have, and that made every hardship worth it.

The room housed a large window overlooking the street, a charming — albeit dusty — fireplace, and ornate fixtures. For a person who just moved in, I felt like the house itself could have been in worse shape. Harry did an exceptional job keeping the place organized, especially for someone who, up until just a few days ago, lived there by himself.

That’s not to say I hadn’t already spent plenty of nights at Grimmauld Place over the last couple of years. In fact, I probably spent more nights there than I did at the Burrow once I returned home from my final year at Hogwarts.

It was during those nights that I discovered just a fraction of the pain Harry went through. He’d always been intensely emotional, and so many nights I spent shaking him from his residual nightmares of the trauma he went through, despite the wizarding world being in a much better place. I comforted him the best I could in those moments, determined to make it clear to him that I’m never letting go — not this time.

I smiled to myself as I took a seat on the piano bench, observing the peeling paint from one of the large, cracked walls. We had a lot of work to do, but moving in together was a proper next step for us.

"Gin? Are you home?" Harry’s voice carried through the dusty walls.

Before I could respond, Harry was already standing in the open archway, head tilted to the side with curiosity etched across his face. “Were you just staring at a blank wall?”

I crossed my arms, determined not to let him know about my extensive reflection into our past. “So what if I was, Potter?”

He looked as if he wanted to question my retort further but instead joined me at the piano, bumping his shoulder with mine.

“It’s a lot of fun coming home to you,” he admitted, the rich, melodic sound of the piano filling the open space from his fingertips pressing against one of the keys.

“You know that’s practically how we were before, right? When was the last time we spent a night apart?”

Harry shrugged, and it was clear he never really thought about it. “Dunno, but it was one night too many, I reckon.”

I sighed, wanting to ask a question that had been weighing on my heart. “Do you find it odd that we’ve never really argued? I mean, even when you broke up with me-”

“Why must we go back to that?” Harry interrupted, a pained look crossing his face.

I gave him a playful pat on the arm. I wanted our past to be something positive we could look back on and didn’t fancy dwelling on the shit times.

“Shush. I’m just saying, even though it hurt a lot to not know where you were for almost a year, I always understood your decision. You had to go.”

Harry’s eyebrows knitted together, clearly still trying to work out the point of the conversation. “Where are you going with this?”

“I just-I can’t believe I’m saying this,” I rubbed my temple to ease my stressed-out mind. “I’m actually worried that we will never fight.”

“Oh, we’ll fight.”

I turned towards Harry, who was too busy fiddling with the piano keys to even look at me. He responded straight away, like he didn’t even have to think about it. “How can you be so certain?”

Harry snorted. “I’ve witnessed you get all hot-headed when you disagree with other people.” He sent me a dazzling grin, reaching out to trail his fingers through my stray ginger strands that hung loose from my ponytail. “You’ve got that fiery red hair. It’s only a matter of time.”

“Hey!”

“In fact,” Harry smirked with a mischievous glint in his eyes, “I think you’re the most problematic person I know, Ginevra.”

Harry yelped when I pinched his forearm. “You prat.”

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around my shoulders to pull me closer. “In all seriousness, though, we’re going to be fine.”

I stared at him in awe but leaned into him. “You are so sure of yourself.”

He grabbed my shoulders, pivoting our bodies so that we were facing each other on the bench. “You wanna know how sure I am?”

Before I could respond or even react, he kissed me full on the mouth. He growled as our kiss intensified, and all at once, our positions shifted as I felt a sharp pain in my back from my body making contact with the piano keys with a resounding trill. I was left dizzy and breathless, snogging Harry as a wave of happiness resonated through me.

When he pulled away, his fierce emerald eyes locked on mine set my mind ablaze. “Does that answer your question?”

I decided his question didn’t require a verbal response, so I simply attached my hand to the nape of his neck before dragging his face back to mine. We didn’t talk much for a while after that.

I knew, perhaps more than anyone else, how much Harry desired moving forward from the past. I’m ready, too, to start the greatest chapter of our lives.

#chudleycanonficfest2021 #HP fest #hp canon pairings #canon fest romantic #submission #hinny #harry x ginny

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harrysweasleys · 3 years

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save me a dance // n.l.

summary: Hi!! Could I please request a Neville x Slytherin! Reader? She has a kind soul and became friends with Hermione (who’s the only person that knows about her crush on Neville), but she kept her distance because she knew about what happened to his parents. She goes to the Yule ball with another Slytherin that eventually ditched her, so she sneaks into the kitchens and hangs out with house elves until Neville comes by (knowing that she always hung out with them when she felt sad) and he confesses ^^

warnings: very brief mention of unwanted sexual advances if you squint, mentions of food

word count: 5k

a/n: my first neville fic!!! i’m so excited for you all to read it, i had so much fun writing it :)

[i do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other platform]

For what felt like the hundredth time, you woke up to the same view; your Yule Ball dress hanging loosely over the four poster bed, the sunlight streaming through the fabric and onto your chunky bed sheets.

The dress was quite stunning, but Godric, did you dread wearing it. You didn’t exactly feel like dancing the night away alongside some Slytherin bloke while you looked around at all the happy couples, wishing ever so desperately that that could have been you. That you could be the one dancing the night away with the person who had captured your heart effortlessly.

Unfortunately, that plan hadn’t exactly fallen into place. Hermione had done her best to help you out in getting him to ask you, but you ended up being put on the spot when a Slytherin boy named Jasper had asked you during Transfigurations. So, you had said yes, but deep down, that regret was starting to multiply by the second.

You let out a groan, tossed your head back against the pillow, and lifted the warm comforter off of your body. The fireplace in the centre of the room was still crackling away, but within the stone walls of the castle, the cold seemed to never fully fade.

So you threw on your house sweater, your scarf, robe, and a pair of trousers, before heading down to start the day. The snow was accumulating rather quickly outside as Christmas drew nearer, rendering you quite glad that you brought your scarf.

“At least you’re prepared,” Hermione mumbled as the two of you made your way to Divinations, “It’s always freezing in Professor Trewlaney’s room! Oh, how I wish I could have brought mine. Rather silly of me.”

You chuckled, keeping your eyes on the long winding staircase as you responded to her, “Not to worry, I’m sure Ron has a sweater you can borrow.”

Though you weren’t facing her, you could practically feel her eye roll as she scoffed, “Very funny. Such a clever idea. You really are filled with those.”

“I’m just saying,” you turned back to face her quickly before pulling down the ladder to the Divination classroom, “I’m sure he’d think you look amazing in it. Isn’t that what guys like? When their girlfriends wear their clothing?”

“I’m not his girlfriend,” she shushed you as you climbed up, “Be quiet!”

You apologized with a laugh as you climbed into the classroom and made your way to your usual seat at the front by the window, Hermione coming over to join you. Harry and Ron were seated not too far away, but that didn’t really matter to you. From across the class, you spotted Neville.

He was accompanied by Seamus — who seemed quite interested in the tablecloth at the moment — but you so wished that you could be the one sitting across from him.

His vest hung loosely against his body and his dark hair was littering his forehead, eyes scrunched shut as he let out a yawn. As he opened them, you noticed they darted in your direction before snapping away.

You felt a frown form on your lips. Why did he look away so fast? Instinctively, you raised a hand to the top of your head to check if there was anything in your hair.

“What are you doing?” Hermione asked as she dug through her bag, placing the heavy Divinations book on top of the circular table. The book, with its golden lettering, seemed to twinkle under the pink hues of the morning sky.

You shrugged, “Nothing.”

Her eyes followed to where you had previously been looking, and she let out a sigh, “Relax. You look wonderful. There’s nothing to fix.”

You sulked back into your chair, “Hermione, he asked Ginny to the ball. Don’t try to continue your matchmaking.”

She leaned forward on the table, pushing her thick hair behind her shoulder, “Doesn’t mean you don’t stand a chance. Look, I like Ginny, but maybe they’re going as friends. Like you and Jasper.”

“I think Jasper has more than friendship on his mind,” you muttered under your breath, thinking back to the way his hands lingered on your lower back a little too long after you agreed to be his date.

She gave you a sympathetic glance, opening her mouth to speak again, but was interrupted by Trewlaney announcing her presence. The class began shortly after, and you spent the time reading Hermione’s palm and deciphering what your own dreams meant.

According to the textbook, you were going to stumble upon a lot of money as well as possibly fall down a sewer within the next week. Nothing new, really. It was better than Harry’s, who once again, was told he was doomed for death in the coming months.

As the class ended, you stuffed the books and parchment into your backpack and thanked Trelawney for the lesson, following Hermione out of the room. As you made your way to the ladder, you spotted a little red ball on the ground.

You crouched to pick it up, immediately recognizing it as Neville’s remembrall. How oddly convenient that it land right at your feet.

“Oh, thanks,” he muttered as you turned to hand it to him, fingers brushing against his as you placed it in his palm, “This thing likes to try and escape.”

You grinned at him, “You should keep it safe in your dorm.” You tried your best to keep your voice steady as you spoke to him, which was odd, really. Why did you always become so nervous around Neville, who was one of the shyest, kindest people you’d ever met? Crushes were quite strange.

He gave you a small smile and a shrug, “I like to carry it on me. It’s from my nan. I don’t want to leave it behind.”

Your chest felt like it was going to swell at his words, “That’s really sweet. I’m sure she appreciates that you care for it so much.”

As you turned back to face the ladder, Hermione gave you a quick wink and a thumbs up before darting away with Harry and Ron, clearly insinuating that you should walk with Neville. You mentally scolded her before making your way to it, Neville not far behind.

“She does,” he said, fondness clear in his voice, “It’s not like I get anything from my parents, so I cherish anything I get from my family in general.”

Your heart sunk in your chest. Neville had always been very closed off when talking about his family — especially his parents — so the way he mentioned them so casually had you doubting what to say next. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable by continuing the topic, nor did you want to brush it off like it was nothing.

“I’m sorry,” you said, facing him once the two of you began going down the spiral staircase, “I can imagine it’s difficult. But your nan clearly cares a lot, and she’s lucky to have you.”

His ears turned slightly pink at your words and you had to fight a grin.

The next few minutes were silent until Neville once again turned to face you. There was something about him that always seemed optimistic, despite the fact that he had just spoken a bit about the difficult situation with his parents. Whether it be the smile on his face or the sparkle in his eye, you couldn’t be sure what it was. But Merlin, did you ever adore it.

“She sent me my suit for the Yule Ball, actually,” he said, a bit of a hop in his step as he said the words, “It doesn’t fit perfectly but I’m sure it’ll last the night.”

You let out a small laugh, “That’s awfully sweet of her. I’m sure you’ll look dashing.”

As you said the words, you regretted them instantly. Well, not so much regretted — you meant every syllable — but more so, you wished you could currently fall into the sewer that Trelawney had predicted you’d stumble into.

Throwing out a compliment like that was quite possibly the last thing you wanted to do. Would he react badly? Would he think you were coming onto him? Would this change things?

Were you overthinking?

The corners of his lips curled up into a shy smile and he gave you a nod and cut you short of your internal rambling, “Are you excited?”

Yeah, definitely overthinking.

You let out a sigh, trying to move past your embarrassment and continue your walk to your next class, dodging a few passing students, “Kind of. I’m excited for the music. Not so much the dancing. I’m not very good at that.”

He chuckled, “I wasn’t either. I taught myself, actually. In my room. The lads loved to make fun of that.”

The image of Neville dancing away in the cramped boys’ dorm brought a smile to your face.

“You’ve already got a step up on me, then,” you faced him, “Get ready to watch me humiliate myself on the dance floor.”

You stepped a little closer to him as a group of Ravenclaw pushed past in a rush, and Neville’s hand reached for your arm to help steady you.

“Sorry,” he muttered, pulling away and avoiding your gaze, “But anyways, I’m sure you’re not as bad as you think. Ginny has never danced either, so you won’t be the only one.”

You tried your best to push past the surge of jealousy that washed over you. You already knew he was going with Ginny — hell, you’d know for a while now — but it did not make it any easier to hear. Especially coming from him.

“I didn’t expect you’d ask her,” you admitted, “but I’m sure you’ll both have a wonderful time. She’ll have a good leader to help her maneuver the moves.”

You gave his shoulder a small nudge, trying to act like you weren’t drowning in your own feelings. The thought of Neville holding Ginny close to his body as they swayed to the romantic music nearly made you sick. You liked Ginny a great deal, she was such a sweet girl with a fierce attitude that you admired, but you really wished Neville had asked you instead.

“We’re just going as friends,” he said, “I was going to ask someone else but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. And I’m pretty sure Ginny was also interested in another person in the first place.”

You tried your best to hold back a sigh of relief. They were going as friends. That didn’t mean it would make it easier to see them together, but maybe you could push past the jealousy you felt about seeing them as a couple.

But then the next thing he said hit you; he wanted to ask someone else. Someone he was interested in romantically? Perhaps he actually did like someone, even if that someone wasn’t Ginny. Who could it be? And why were you so irritated? You didn’t even know them.

“Well,” you said, unsure of how to change the topic, “I’ll be looking out for you two on the dance floor.” You wanted so desperately to no longer speak of the Yule Ball. The thought of the night was now dizzying and had you feeling a little faint, to be completely honest.

It was going to be a long day.

— —

You were honestly quite surprised by the appearance of the Great Hall. Usually filled with long tables, chairs, and candles, it was now glistening like a winter wonderland. There was fake snow falling from the ceiling, but it never touched the ground. The room smelled faintly of pine trees and sweets, and you figured that there had to be at least seven Christmas trees littering the room.

To put it simply, the space was beautiful.

Music played softly from the dance floor ahead, and to your right, there was a small table with a few snacks and drinks. There were also quite a few seats around, already occupied by couples and friends.

“What do you want to do?”

You turned to face Jasper, who was waving over at a group of Slytherins further on the left.

“We can go dance,” you suggested, praying he wasn’t going to drag you over to his housemates. Jasper seemed alright enough, but you weren’t a fan of his obnoxious friends. You could very well go the night without hanging around them, thank you very much.

He shrugged, “Sure.”

He linked his hand in yours and tugged you along behind him, bringing you over to the dance floor. Once you got there, you noticed a few familiar faces.

Hermione and Viktor were not far away, and she gave you an excited grin before pointing at her date, who was obviously making love heart eyes in her direction. You couldn’t blame him, honestly. Further along you spotted Fred and Angelina, dancing away as if they were the only two in the room. It caused you to chuckle.

“So do you want to dance, or…?” Jasper asked, placing one of his hands on your waist.

You shivered under his touch. It wasn’t a good shiver, it was discomfort. You wanted more than anything to be dancing with Neville — who you currently spotted over with Ginny, his hands on her waist and hers on his shoulders.

“Yeah,” you squeaked, awkwardly stepping closer to him before putting your arms around his neck. Your throat began to sting as you watched the two of them glide across the floor, laughing as they spoke to each other. It felt quite juxtaposed to the uncomfortable, weird situation that you found yourself currently in.

You began to sway to the music, trying your best not to dart your eyes to Neville every couple of seconds. Jasper was clearly not enjoying this, but you honestly couldn’t bring yourself to care what he wanted. He wasn’t going to get what he came here for and you weren’t going to be guilted into it either.

You honestly couldn’t be thankful enough as the slow song ended. You quickly pulled your arms away from him and you crossed them over your chest.

“I’m going to go get a drink,” you said, not waiting for his response before taking off to the table by the entrance. You heard him call your name as you pushed your way through students, holding the skirt of your dress in your hands to avoid being stepped on, but you didn’t look back.

There was a clearing near the table and you took a deep breath, dropping your skirt and letting out a sigh. Your shoulders slouched as you walked over and grabbed a small glass, not even sure if you were thirsty. The excuse was simply to get away from Jasper. You were regretting your decision to come here more than ever.

“I recommend the punch.”

You spun on your heel, nearly coming in contact with Neville. He was standing behind you, taking a step back after realizing how close he really was.

“Oh—,” you nodded, “Thanks.”

The punch bowl sat in front of you, glistening red under the shimmering lights. You grabbed the spoon and poured yourself a little bit, enjoying the scent of the fruity drink.

You turned back around, giving Neville a forced smile, “I’m sure it’s delicious.”

His eyebrows furrowed and he fiddled with his waistcoat, “Are you alright? I don’t mean to prod or anything.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, “Yeah, I guess I’m alright, really. Just not having a great time.”

Neville’s eyes scanned the dance floor where he spotted Jasper’s familiar blond head scanning the crowd, “I’m guessing it has something to do with your date.”

His eyes found yours again and you nodded, placing the glass down on the table behind you, “My situation is kind of like yours, I guess. You wanted to ask someone else. Well, I wanted someone else to ask me.”

You could see his shoulders sag before he frowned, “I’m sorry it didn’t work out. I’d say anyone would be lucky to have you as their partner, but something about him tells me he’s not enjoying himself the way he should be, being by your side and all.”

You had to fight a grin at his words. How Neville could be so awkward, yet so effortless in his words, you’d never understand. It was one of the reasons you knew you wouldn’t be getting over your crush anytime soon.

“Thanks,” you gave him a smile, looking down to the ground before meeting his eyes again, “You should go back. I don’t want to keep you from dancing.”

You could see the hesitation in his eyes as he scanned your face, but he gave a slight nod, “If ever you want to get away from him, I’ll be there to help you.”

“Thanks, Neville,” you smiled genuinely, maintaining eye contact. He stood there for a moment, looking into your eyes, and you could practically feel how reluctant he was to walk away.

As cliché and typical as it sounds, it almost felt like you were alone in the room, completely lost in his gaze. His eyes brought you comfort that nothing else could provide, and you only wished you could look into them more often. Like dancing, for example. How easily you’d find yourself lost in his eyes if you were dancing.

“No worries,” he gave you a small smile, scanned your face once more, and took off into the crowd. As you watched his head of dark hair vanish, you let out a deep breath. If life could go your way, he’d have his hand linked with yours as he led you back to the dance floor.

But life wasn’t fair like that, was it?

You completely disregarded the punch behind you, stomach feeling like it was in knots, and made your way back to where you left Jasper. Only, you couldn’t find the familiar mop of blond hair anywhere. He was rather tall, so it wouldn’t be difficult to spot him. And yet, somehow, he was nowhere to be seen.

Until you looked to the entrance door and saw him hand in hand with a ginger Slytherin girl, both of them stumbling over their feet as they made their way out.

“Well, that was fast,” you mumbled, a frown on your face.

You stood alone on the floor, couples swaying to the music around you. It kind of felt like a movie — the kind of movie where the girl gets her heart crushed by a guy, and then is ditched by another guy, and then is left alone in the end. A crappy movie, you thought, but one that seemed to fit really well right now.

The music was practically taunting you, so instead of staying put or going to finish your drink, you once again gathered your dress in your hands, and made your way out of the room.

The hallway felt a lot fresher compared to the Great Hall, but that was understandable. Hundreds of bodies in one room compared to the corridor with an open doorway to the winter air.

Though, that wasn’t where you were going. You decided you’d go down to your usual escape spot, and now that all the teachers were chaperoning the ball, you would make it there with minimal interruption.

You spotted the familiar painting by the kitchen entrance, the bowl of fruits, and raised your hand to tickle the pear. The painting swung open and you crawled through the little stone passage, making sure your dress wasn’t going to get caught, before landing on both feet on the tile floor.

“Oh! Miss Y/N!”

Dobby, donned in a little scarf and hat, waved at you from a tabletop.

“Hey, Dobby,” you grinned, “Sorry to interrupt your quiet evening in here. I didn’t know where else to go.”

He patted the table next to him, “Why did you leave so early? Dobby heard the ball was lasting all night.”

You gave him a little smile, sitting down on the stool in front of him, “Wasn’t as fun as I expected. I’d rather spend my evening here. Where is everyone else?” The stool was rather small for a human being, considering it was most likely made for an elf, but if you leaned forwards against the table and kept your feet plastered to the ground, you managed to balance just fine.

He gave a little smile and looked at you with those big eyes, “They are all tired! We have been putting the ball together for days now! They all went to bed.”

The corner of your lips curved up, “Well, now you have company, Dobby.”

He clapped his hands together and let out a little laugh, “Let me show you what Dobby found today. It was in the Gryffindor common room!”

You nodded, knowing that it was most likely a knitted hat. Hermione had been leaving those scattered around the room for a little while now. Little did she know Dobby was the one collecting them all.

As you watched his little body disappear through a small doorway on the far wall, you took a look around the kitchen. Despite the fact that you were certain they had been working non-stop in here for days on end, it was nearly spotless. Pots and pans shimmered under the candlelight, tabletops were clear, apart from a few fruit bowls and snacks. The counters were clean, as well as the floors.

If this place had windows, or maybe a little more light, you felt it would be quite nice.

You sat there silently for a little while, already beginning to feel the sadness of the evening creep in. It was quite a bummer, really. You didn’t know if you wanted to go back to your own dorm tonight or stay out wandering the halls, mind running through all the scenarios on how tonight could have gone differently, how it could have been better.

The only sound you could hear was a light creak, which you eventually realized was the painting swinging open to let someone in.

Panic began to settle in and you stood off your chair, moving to the other side of the table. You would still be very much visible if you ducked, so there was no point in doing it, but you did it anyways.

The last thing you wanted was for Snape or Moody to catch you where you shouldn’t be.

Except, the person that crawled through and landed sturdily on their feet wasn’t Snape or Moody.

It was Neville.

You popped your head back up, eyes locking with his. He looked a little disheveled in terms of his hair, and his bow tie was slightly off centre, but the smile on his face showed relief.

“Neville?” you asked, already feeling a little less panicked. You only hoped Neville was alone. The last thing you wanted was for a girl to crawl in behind him. He wasn’t that kind of guy, you knew that, but your mind went there anyways.

Thankfully, he was alone. The painting swung closed behind him and he gave you a small smile.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, walking back around to the front of the table, this time deciding not to sit on the stool.

His cheeks turned a little pink but he brushed it off and shrugged, “I saw you rush out of the room. I wanted to see if you were okay. I remember you once told me you come here when you’re upset, so I gave it a shot.”

Your mouth felt like it fell open so you shut it quickly, blinking rapidly, “I’m surprised you remembered. Only you and Hermione know about my little escape spot.”

He gave a small chuckle, stepping a little closer, “Are you alright, though? I saw you leave and I didn’t see your date anywhere.”

You gave a shrug, averting your eyes, “He left. With another girl. I wasn’t interested in him that way, but it still sucks.”

He furrowed his eyebrows and gave a shake of his head, “You’re better off without him,” he stepped a little closer, catching your attention once more, “But I get why you’re upset. Funny story, the same thing happened to me. But not in the same sense. Ginny managed to get a dance with Harry.”

You were close enough to put a hand on his shoulder, “I’m sorry.”

Realization caught up to you and you noticed how stupid this gesture probably was, so you snatched your arm back and held it against you. Neville noticed your quick reaction and you could see his gaze fall down to the ground before meeting yours again.

Just like at the punch table, it felt as if time stood still while you looked into his eyes. You could see he looked like he wanted to say something, his stare darting back and forth between your lips and your eyes, but he didn’t say anything for a good moment.

Until one of his hands reached across and held yours. His skin was warm, and you could feel his pulse against his wrist. His heart was beating fast, and if he could feel your own pulse, he’d say the same about you.

“You look—,” he took a deep breath, “You look beautiful tonight. Well, not just tonight. You look beautiful most of the time. I’m just saying, it’s — never mind.”

Your heart seemed to stutter in your chest, goosebumps rising on your skin at his words. They had caught you so off guard that you couldn’t find a way to respond. No words seemed to find their way into your mind. All you could do was smile. A bright, genuine grin that hurt your cheeks.

“Thanks,” you let out a small laugh, linking your fingers with his, “Also, you look pretty dapper yourself. I told you you would, and I was right.”

He stepped closer, his other hand locking with your free one. It wasn’t an overtly intimate gesture — people held hands all the time — but Merlin, did you ever melt into his touch.

“Do you — Can we have a dance?”

You bit your lip to hold back your smile. How you went from standing alone on the dance floor, starring in the most depressing teen flick you’d ever heard of, to standing alone in the kitchen, your hands locked with Neville’s as the candles flickered around the two of you, you’d never know. But you were so, so grateful. And happier than you can ever remember being.

“I’d love that,” you nodded, stepping closer and resting your head against his shoulder. His hands let go of yours and went to your waist, and it felt so right. So right that you completely forgot about how it felt when Jasper was holding you instead.

Your hands went up to his neck, draping them around him and leaning into his touch. There was no music, but it almost didn’t feel necessary. The two of you began to sway slowly back and forth, the only sound being the click of your shoes as you took your steps. You couldn’t even bring yourself to care about whether Dobby would walk back in any second now.

He rested his head against yours as he led the way. It wasn’t much of a dance, but it was quite possibly the most romantic thing that’s ever happened to you. You wished more than anything that you could freeze this moment and live like this forever.

“A hat! Dobby was left a hat — Oh! Hello!”

Neville pulled away instinctively and grinned awkwardly, taking a second to process what had happened before nodding his head in the direction of the house elf, “Hello, Dobby.”

You fought a grin, turning your head back to face Dobby, who was awkwardly looking between the two of you, a large knitted beanie in his hand.

“Dobby can sense he is intruding,” he muttered, giving a little bow before backing up through the door he left through before, “Good night!”

The moment had sort of been interrupted, but you didn’t move away from Neville’s touch, resting your head against his shoulder once more as your laughter died down. Of course, the curious little elf would walk in at the worst moment.

“I knew that would happen,” you laughed, tightening your grip around him a little more. He chuckled, head falling against yours. You could feel his hair tickling the side of your face, the strands unruly and curly as they brushed against your skin.

The night ended up being way better than you expected.

This one you would never forget.

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