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gimmethosedaddymilkers · 1 year

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Ok, I wanted to write something, so I decided this is what I was gonna write today, I wanted to write Arthur with a chubby reader, because I’m chubby and I’d like to think that Arthur would like a bigger person, or a smaller one, he isn’t against either, but I think he has an affiliation for bigger. So, if you like it please let me know! And feel free to request any writing on my blog!

You huff to yourself as you continue walking through camp, feeling claustrophobic from being so cooped up in camp for the past week. You weren’t one of the usual camp members who left camp as it was, but the girls were starting to get on your nerves, and so were some of the men.

You didn’t know what it was, but for some reason it felt like people were starting to treat you differently, you could swear people started to stare at you, and it had all started when the gang had finally settled themselves down near Rhodes. Clemmen’s Point.

It was a great camp, it wasn’t that it was really small at all, but, everyone seemed to be too close, and it just felt as though you were the only thing that they could pay attention to.

Everywhere you went it was like they had their eyes on you.

Bill, Javier, Karen, Mary-Beth, hell even Molly seemed to stare you down.

It wasn’t a look of admiration either, at least it didn’t feel like it, it felt more like a judging, unwavering stare.

Micah was no exception at all, he stared more than the others it felt like, and he hadn’t dared say anything, at least not just yet, but you could feel that he was thinking about it.

Maybe it was because you’d started to shed some of the layers you’d been wearing. It was hotter down here, you had to, you almost had no choice but to do it. If you didn’t you’d probably end up having a heat stroke.

So, rather than wearing a jacket or something similar, like a shawl, you started to just wear your shirts, and pants, usually your sleeves rolled up too, to allow yourself to breath a bit more.

It felt as though that’s why people were staring at you, but you had no way of proving that was true.

It was beginning to drive you insane.

You knew you were a bit bigger than other people, you knew that, but Bill wasn’t exactly a model himself, so why would people stare at you and not at him? Maybe it was all in your head.

That was something you’d been debating since this feeling started to prickle at your skin. There was no reason for them to stare, it wasn’t like they hadn’t seen a fat person before.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath as you reach the lake edge, you hadn’t even realized that’s where your feet had been taking you.

The smell of the water was a little soothing, and it was something else to focus on than the strange feelings within you.

You quietly cross your arms over one another in front of your chest and do your best to empty your mind.

“Y/n, you doin’ okay?”

You open your eyes and twist slightly to see Arthur Morgan standing behind you.

He was the one man in camp that you could tolerate staring from, mainly because it was rare for him to do so, but when he did there was something different about the way he looked at you.

You couldn’t tell exactly what the difference was, the ocean color of his eyes was incredibly difficult to decipher, other than the sadness that always seemed to be present there.

He was a sweet man, at least he was when he let his guard down, when he wasn’t playing the big tough outlaw.

He was handsome too, and as many times as you’d heard him call himself ugly, you’d begun to wonder if he truly thought that or if he was joking like he said he was.

“I’m....I could be better.” You admit and turn back to the lake. “Don’t worry about me Mr. Morgan.”

“How many times I gotta tell you to call me Arthur?” He snorted and stepped closer, joining you at his side. “Ain’t no ‘mr.’ bullshit between the two of us. You’ve saved my ass enough times and I’ve told you all my embaressin’ stories, no point in formality.”

You roll your eyes and look over to him.

“Okay, I could be better, Dickweed, is that what you wanted.”

“Sounds about right.” Arthur chuckled, but it died out quickly. “You sure you’re doin’ alright? I mean, It ain’t like you to be so sulky.”

“I’m fine.”

“Well that’s a goddamn lie.” He scoffed and started searching through his satchel for a cigarette. “I could tell just with that sentence, so you might as well tell me.”

“I...” You hesitate for a moment. Not wanting to burden him when he already had so much on his plate. He was the work horse of the gang, almost every single task was pushed on to him, he didn’t need your petty little issues to worry about, but at the same time, you knew he wasn’t going to give up on the issue.

“I just feel like everyone in camp has been watching me.” You mumble. “I feel so cooped up here, and...I don’t know, I mean, I get it, I’m fat, but why does everyone in camp have to look at me like they’ve never seen a fat person before?”

“What the hell are you talkin’ about?” Arthur finally found the cigarette he was looking for and placed it between his lips, he leaned forwards and lit the match he’d also found on his heel. He lit the cigarette and puffed some smoke in your direction.

“You ain’t fuckin’ fat.” He grumbled under his breath. “Don’t you dare fuckin’ say that to me ever again.”

You furrow your brow and look over at him, he cussed on a regular basis, but he hardly ever said that, not unless he was drunk.

“Arthur, I’m...I’m stating facts. I mean, look at me.” You gesture to your body, mainly your stomach area that protruded further than the rest.

“Stop that shit right now.” He moved and stood in front of you, a scowl settled on his handsome features. “I just told you not to fuckin’ say that and I meant it goddamn it.”

Again, you furrow your brow and look at him.

“You asked what was wrong, Arthur, I was just answering your question.”

“If people are starin’ at you it ain’t cause of that, cause ya ain’t.” He blew more smoke into your face, it was meant to be joking, you assumed, but at the same time it seemed almost as though it was out of anger.

“What the hell else would they be staring at me for then?”

He was silent, and you watched as his face started get a red haze, his nose and cheeks started to gain color, even the tips of his ears.

“Arthur, why does your face look like that? Why else would they stare at me?”

“Nothin’ I didn’t say anythin’ forget about it. They aren’t starin’ at you.”

“Arthur, you can’t do this, what were you thinking?”

Arthur sighed and blew smoke again, this time aiming away from your face, refusing to look you in the eyes.

“I....look I don’t know, I have no idea why they’d stare at you, I only know why I do, okay?”

“Arthur, you’re just making this more confusing.” You sigh. “Can you please just be straight forward with me?”

He took a moment, and then did his best to look at you.

“I like ya, okay? I’m....I’m sweet on ya, I have been for a damn long time, and hearin’ you talk about yourself like that makes me angrier than I care to admit.”

You blink, and swallow.

You’d liked Arthur for a while yourself, but you’d never dared to say anything, not when you couldn’t stand to look at yourself. You’d always known that you were bigger, and you’ve always had a bad habit of talking bad about yourself.

You just figured there was no use in trying. Arthur wasn’t the kind of man who’d go for someone like you, not when everyone else in camp proved to be much better candidates than you.

“I know, it...it ain’t somethin’ you wanna hear.” Arthur spit out. “Some ugly old man who ain’t nothin’ but sour an’ bitter at the world feels somethin’ for ya, get’s bothered up at the sight of ya. I know. It ain’t somethin’ you want, and I’m sorry.”

“What on earth are you talking about Arthur?”

“You ain’t gotta try to be nice to me Y/n.”

“I’m not, I...Arthur there’s no way you’re being honest to me right now. I mean....Come on, look at you, and look at me, there’s no way that you feel...towards me? There’s no way, you’re just trying to make me feel better or something.”

“The hell I am.” Arthur threw his cigarette to the ground and stomped out what was left of it. “I know I’m an outlaw, I know I’m a damn killer, but I ain’t a goddamn liar, at least not to people I care about.”

He stepped a little closer to you.

“You’re a wonderful person.” He muttered, lowering his voice to nearly a whisper. “An amazin’ person, you’ve been nothin’ but good to me since I met ya, you make me laugh, and...you’re kinder than what I deserve. I wish I could be the way you are, and....hell you made me fall for ya, and I know there ain’t no chance of us. I know you don’t feel the same-”

“Arthur.”

You place a hand out, gesturing for him to stop.

“You can’t like me. You can’t.” You denied. “There’s no way. I know what I look like-”

“I don’t give a damn about the fact that you’re a little bigger, hell I like it.” He huffed. “It just means I can...” He stopped for a moment and scratched the back of his neck. “It means I can...I can be rougher with someone like you. I ain’t gotta worry about breakin’ nothin’, hurtin’ somebody by bein’ me.”

You swallowed and looked at him.

His eyes were telling the truth. If there was anytime for you to be able to read his eyes it was now, and he wasn’t lying. You could see it.

“You...You really...”

“Of course I do Y/n. I’m surprised you never noticed, I wasn’t exactly the best at hidin’ it like I wanted to.”

He took a breath.

“I know you don’t feel the same, but...I just...I wanted you to stop talkin’ like that-”

You take your chance and step forwards, crashing your lips into his, for a moment he’s surprised, but quickly he melts into the kiss himself, and starts to take the lead.

You feel for the first time in weeks, happy. Arthur had always been someone you cared about, someone who felt like home, you just never imagined that maybe you were the same for him.

The two of you break apart and Arthur looks at you, a small smile playing on his lips.

“I...Shit, I....that mean that..I mean....that you wanna...wanna try this?” He asked.

“Of course it does...I..Arthur I think you’re the only person who’s ever said anything to me like that. I’ve liked you for a while myself, and....I...let’s try this.”

He gave you another smile, and enveloped his arms around you.

“Please, Darlin’...don’t talk like that again.”

“I’ll do my best.”

Okay, I’ma be real, I just wrote this off the top of my head so it’s probably not the best work I’ve ever done, but I still think it’s pretty good, again, feedback is always appreciated! Please let me know!

#rdr2 #rdr2 community #Rdr2 drabble #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan #Red Dead Redemption 2

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keto-keyes · 3 months

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Soft Boy - Weasley Twins imagine

Summary: Being the Slytherin best friend of the infamous Weasley twins is stressful, especially when no-one else in their family likes you.

Warnings: A bit of angst, Hermione being a little gossiper

*Use of y/n*

*reader is gender neutral*

To y/n, the Weasleys felt like home. Of course they did, they'd been going there for the holidays since first year. Except now there were more kids in the house, kids who didn't like Slytherins.

That's right, y/n was a Slytherin, and an outcast. They had almost no friends beside Fred, George and Lee Jordan. And now that the 'Chosen One' had joined them at the Burrow for the holidays, the sanctuary they'd felt disappeared almost instantly.

Ron knew them, and Ginny did too, but to Harry and Hermione, it was a shock to meet a Slytherin upon their arrival at the Burrow. Those two were like the extra son and daughter Molly Weasley never needed but welcomed with open arms and warm smiles.

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"Harry, Hermione, this is y/n," Ron said with a half-hearted shrug in y/n's direction, "they're a friend of Fred and George."

"It's nice to meet you."

Y/n offered a hand in greeting, but neither took it, so it eventually dropped to their side. Hermione stared. Harry tried to say something, but failed. And Fred had to disperse the tension with a casual wave and squeezy side hug in Harry's direction.

"Are you a Slytherin?" blurted Hermione suddenly, "I mean, Ron told me on the way here, but I didn't quite believe it until now."

"Mione-" Ron tried to intervene before it got more awkward than it already was.

"I..." Fred looked at y/n out of the corner of his eye, watching their face crumple slightly from the sudden confrontation.

"Cos I heard there was one Slytherin who was different to all the rest, but I wasn't sure who it was. Who're your parents?" Hermione pressed.

"My mum's a muggle, and my dad works for Twilfitt and Tattings," they murmured softly, "They don't get along well. I... don't live with either of them."

"Oh, well, I heard there was a Slytherin close to some of us who was telling Voldemort where we were," Hermione sniffed, not noticing y/n's shocked look, "And I guess not having supportive parents is reason enough to find your own. So, what are you going to tell him now? Apologise for being found out already, I suppose. And then what? Try and kill us?"

It was at that moment that George appeared in the room as if by magic, apparently tuned in to his best friend's emotions and stress levels. He practically scooped y/n off their feet and flew them up to his and Fred's room, plopping them unceremoniously on his bed with a huff.

They could hear Hermione's outraged snapping mixed with Ron's doomed attempt to get her to say sorry slowly dying as Fred also entered and placed a silencing charm on the walls.

"You ok?" he asked, crouching to their level.

y/n shook their head slowly, eyes down, but didn't say anything.

"I didn't... I would never..." they muttered slowly.

"We know. Hermione just doesn't trust you yet. She's probably not used to being in the presence of THE COOLEST person ever," George said, placing a hand on their shoulder.

They nodded and chuckled softly. Then they looked up and the twins could see the tears brimming in their eyes like glitter rain.

"I should probably get some water," they sighed.

George reached up and wiped their eyes before holding out a hand so they could stand up. He walked them down the stairs, past Hermione and her judgemental glares, and into the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

"Oh look, they needs a little escort to feel good about themselves," Hermione sneered.

"Nahhh I'm just keeping them from casting the killing curse or something," George said with a devilish smile.

"Ooooh look out Granger~" y/n giggled, finally feeling better after some water, "I might just cast the new hex Ginny taught me. You know, the Bat Bogey Hex!"

The two friends snickered, alerting Fred to their mischief-making. He rushed into the kitchen to see Hermione's ghost-pale face and burst into open-mouthed laughter that seemed to fill the space.

"I don't know what you said, but good job," he wheezed between chortles, "She looks like a dementor sucked out her soul!"

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I'm looking for a window to another world, where I don't feel as lost and bored I just don't wanna be a soft boy anymore, I wanna be yours.

#fred weasley #george weasley #weasley twins #harry potter #harry potter ff

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tomboyjessie13 · 5 months

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Part 6 here: "Now, let the Fun Begin!" — Medea's Little Secret - Part 6 (tumblr.com)

Medea's Little Secret - Final part

Outskirts of Cairo, Egypt 2 hours later

Egypt is best known for having many great monuments since ancient times, but the only monument that has lasted longer than even the great Pyramids was its water source: the Nile River.

Outside of Cairo, it was around 4PM, the sky was still bright, but it was close to sunset, a car is seen driving next to this great river before parking next to it off the road.

Medea: *Steps out of the car*

[Flogging Molly]: *Takes out an old Egyptian basket made of dry grass, they head for the sandy shore of the river ahead of Medea*

Medea: *Follows behind with some things in her hands* ....Set it down.

[Flogging Molly]: *Does so* Kiru....

Medea: *Kneels down and opens the basket, revealing a bundle of white bed sheets that were torn by Pet Shop earlier, she removes it to reveal the dead kitten wrapped in bloodstained bandages like a mummy.

[Flogging Molly]: *Looks away in horror and sadness*

Medea: *Then puts a small crucifix around the kitten's neck before kissing her kitten's forehead, places the blanket back over the body and puts a yellow rose over it, symbolizing friendship and remembrance, with Cyndi's blue pipe cleaner tied around it.*

[Flogging Molly]: *Hangs head, hands clasped together.*

Medea: *She puts the basket lid back on and tied the side shut, resting her forehead on the basket and said this prayer:* Our Father, who art in heaven; please welcome this innocent creature into your kingdom and give her a place to call home, so that her spirit may thrive happily in a world that isn't as cruel and unforgiving as this one, amen.

[Flogging Molly]: Kiru. *Does the "sign of the cross" hand gesture*

Medea: *Stands up, picks up the basket, and goes into the Nile River, not caring that she gets wet or sick*

[Flogging Molly]: *Follows behind to make sure she doesn't get swept away by the river's currents*

Medea: *Goes hip deep in water*....Goodbye, Cyndi....I'm sorry that I couldn't protect you....*Let's go of the basket, letting the river take her corpse to the sea. She watches the basket slowly become farther and farther until....* Huh?.... *She sees gold colored smoke leaving the basket, forming an apparition of a small kitten glowing in the sun's light.*

Cyndi's Spirit: *Looks at Medea* Mew~ *Flies over her to cuddle against her face one last time*

Medea: Cyndi?....

Cyndi's Spirit: *Smiles happily at her* Mew~....*Fades away into the heavens, having given her goodbye*

Medea: *Tries to grab her*.....................

Cyndi, one month old -Has died-

Mansion courtyard 45 minutes later

Things at the mansion had finally settled down as the sky started to turn orange and dark, with the only exception being the icicles and blood that's all over the fountain area, the ice has since been hosed down by Kenny G so it melted while Telence T. D'Arby is mopping up the blood that remained so it wouldn't dry up and stink up the area.

T. D'Arby: *Whistling a tune as he mops up the place* ♪♪♪♪♪♪

*CAR PARKING*

T. D'Arby: *Hears it* Hm? *Turns to the gate*

Pet Shop: *Opens gate*

Medea: *Walks through the gates, half wet, depressed, and not looking at Pet Shop at all because of what he did*....

T. D'Arby: So how was the funeral?

Medea: *Ignores him*....

Kenny G: *Taps his arm and shook his head, silently telling him to leave her alone before going back to work*

T. D'Arby: ....*shrugs* Ok. *Goes back to mopping*

Medea: *Enters the mansion*

Enyaba: *Waiting for her by the door, angry* Well Medea, I hope your proud of yourself.

Medea: *Ignores her and walks past her to the stairs*....

Vanilla Ice: *Smirking at Medea getting scolded, arms crossed*

Enyaba: *Follows behind* I told you to throw that damn animal out days ago and you deliberately defied me! *Smacks her back with her cane repeatedly* And now both D'Arby and Kenny's cleaning up the mess Pet Shop made in the courtyard, which you should be doing in their place instead of holding a funeral for that stupid pest! Not only that but now we need to fix the walkways and decontaminate the water in the fountain!

Medea: *Gripping on the doorknob to the study room*

Enyaba: Do you know how much money it would cost just to fix all that because of th-

Medea: *She snaps and her Stand grabs onto her cane, angrily yelling:* SHUT THE FUCK UP! I'VE ALREADY LEARNED MY LESSON SO GET OFF MY BACK AND BE GRATEFUL THAT SHE ISN'T AROUND ANYMORE!!! *Tosses her cane aside before opening the door, she walks through it and loudly slams it on Enyaba's face*

Enyaba: *Offended gasps* OH! Why you miserable little brat! *Grabs her cane* Master DIO will have your head for this wretched behavior.

DIO: *Walking down the stairs* You called?

Enyaba: *Relieved* Oh Master DIO, thank goodness you're here. Medea just cursed at me and slammed the door on my face! Go deal with her, she's out of control!

DIO: Oh I will, I was just about to visit her anyway. *Goes inside*

Enyaba: Good!

Medea's Room

Medea: *Laying in her torn-up bed in a fetal position*

DIO: *Enters the room and locks the door*

Medea: .................

DIO: You really caused a stir today; you know that my dear?

Medea: .................

DIO: ..... *Sighs in irritation*.....*Opens arms wide for a hug* Come here.

Medea: *She looks up*.... *Gets up her bed and walks to him, burring her face in his chest*

DIO: *Wraps his arms around her*

Medea: *Against his chest*....It's not fair....it's just not fair....*Sniff* I just wanted to give her a good home....she was only a baby.... *tears welling up* she's never hurt anyone....

DIO: I know you do, Medea, but now she's in a better place.

Medea: *Sniffling* ....Enyaba was right, Cyndi doesn't belong here, *hiccup* and now she's dead and it's all my fault. *Sobs into his chest*

DIO: *Brushing her hair* Shuuuu, there there, my dear, *kisses her head* it's not the end of the world, don't cry anymore.... *Smirking to himself, knowing full well of what he did*

Medea: *Sobbing*

DIO: ....You do realize that I still have to punish you for what you did, right?

Medea: *Sniff*....Yes, sir....

DIO: Good girl.

The End

*It was supposed to be done on the 23rd of December, but I decided to wait until after Christmas because it's a sad story and didn't want to depress anyone on this joyous day.

Which is good because it gave me enough time to fix it, because I ended up taking too long by adding too much bullshit filler in this to the point where I have to cut it out, that and writer's block so if it felt rushed, forgive me.

#tw: blood #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo oc #stand oc #oc #telence t. d'arby #pet shop #kenny g #kenny g jojo #enya the hag #vanilla ice #dio brando #drabble #kitty

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chapter1991 · 7 months

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When The Leaves Fall

Fred's been in a coma for almost six months; George and Hermione have been by his side since day one. With Halloween coming closer, one of his favourite holidays, will he be able to attend?

Hermione’s shoes echoed in the empty hallways that she walked every day, for almost six months. The walls, the floor, the ceiling was all in a dull white colour; no one in sight, except the witch at the reception, making it all eerie on the silent fifth floor. She looked out the windows and noticed the leaves turning green, red and brown: autumn really making itself present as it started to rain. When she reached room 527, the last room in the hallway, she slowly pushed the door open. The room was the exact opposite as the hallway as Molly and Ginny had decorated the room last weekend, filling it with pumpkins, muggle Halloween and fall decorations. Fred still laid in bed, unconscious. Just like the past months, ever since the battle at Hogwarts. Right next to him a sleeping George. She passed Fred and leaned over, gently shaking George’s shoulder.

“George?”

“Hermione? What time is it?” George asked, rubbing his eyes as he sat up from the bed next to his twin.

“Almost eight.” She said as she started to clean up the room. “You’re meeting Lee at the shop remember?”

“Oh yeah. Thanks for the reminder.” George smiled softly, standing up and walked to the closet and picked out his clothes and disappeared in the bathroom.

Hermione watched him disappear behind the door and sat down on the empty chair next to Fred’s bed, unpacking her bag. George slept in Fred’s room from the moment he was brought in. The healers tried to make him leave, but nothing, no one could keep him away from his twin. So, they reluctantly let him stay. After a month of George being in his room 24/7, Molly and Hermione intervened, telling him he needed a break; to see some friends, go to the shop, anything... Hermione and Molly promised there would always be at least one person to stay with Fred when he’s away. So, it started with him going to the burrow, then meeting his friends and after three months going to their flat and the shop. George and Lee were now doing the finishing touches before the shop could open again.

Hermione had just picked up her book when George walked back in fully dressed. He took one of the croissants Hermione brought with her in his mouth and looked over her shoulder.

“What are you reading today?”

“The Hobbit. I thought he would like it. I don’t think he would like me to read from Hogwarts: a history.”

“Maybe not.” Managing a small smile. He bent down and kissed her cheek. “I’ll be back around lunch.”

“Alright, I’ll be right here. Take your jacket, it’s raining.”

“I know you will. Thank you for everything, Hermione.” He placed his hand on her shoulder. Hermione looked up and placed her hand on his, giving it a squeeze.

“Anything for family.”

After George had left, she stood up and took Fred’s hand in hers, looking at the tall sleeping ginger in front of her. Watching the slight rise and fall of his chest. All the internal damages were healed more than three months ago, his brain damage was fully healed a little over a month ago, but Fred still hasn’t woken up. The family stopped by as much as they could, but the world moved on. People had to get back to work, to school. So now it was mostly George, Molly and Hermione.

“Goodmorning, Freddie. It’s almost Halloween. George says it is one of your favourite holidays.” Hermione whispered in the silent room as she stroked his hair with her free hand. “Don’t you think it’s time to wake up? Georgie really needs you.” She said looking at the peaceful face. “No? Alright then. I’ve brought a new book with me; I think you’ll like it.” She said as she shuffled her chair a bit closer to the bed and sat down.

“It’s about Bilbo Baggins he’s a hobbit who lives a quiet life, until it is upset by a visit from a wizard named Gandalf. He wants Bilbo to help a group of dwarves take back the Mountain from Smaug, a dragon. Bilbo is unsure he wants to help, but he is drawn into the adventure by Gandalf, who tells the dwarves Bilbo is a burglar.” She read out loud from the back of the book. “No complaints? Then I’ll start.”

“An unexpected party. In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.” She started as she leaned back, placing a soft fleece blanket over her shoulders, making herself comfortable.

Hermione was still reading as George walked back in the room, holding out a bag of take away lunch. He whispered hi before he placed the bags on the table against the wall. Hermione mouthed hi back before she continued reading. George shook the droplets from his hair and sat down on the other side of the bed, watching her read to Fred before he leaned his head back, eyes closed listening to her voice.

“What in Merlin’s name is a hobbit?” A voice croaked suddenly in the room. George’s head snapped back down eyes wide. Hermione had dropped her book in shock, with the same expression George has, looking at the red head in between. Fred was awake, frowning at the two shocked faces. “What are you looking at?”

“FRED!” George and Hermione cried out, both jumping up.

“I’m right here. You don’t have to yell.” He said, his voice still hoarse. “Why is my throat so dry? Can I have some water?”

Still in shock, feeling over emotional right now, Hermione suddenly cupped his cheeks and kissed him, full on the lips. Fred instinctively pulled her closer, kissing her back. Next to them George was looking at them, even more in shock, his mouth hanging open. Hermione suddenly pulled back, beet red and started stammering.

“S-sorry. I-I didn’t... I’m just s-so relieved.” She looked from a surprised Fred to a still shocked George. “I better go tell your family.” Hermione grabbed her bag and ran out the room as the twins called after her.

“What just happened?” Fred asked as George finally recovered from his double shock and handed him a glass of water. “Can you tell me what’s going in? You two looked like you’ve seen a ghost.”

George looked at him for a moment before he pulled his brother in a tight hug. “Do you remember the battle?”

“I do.” Fred said frowning as George pulled back.

“Well, a wall fell on you...” George started and filled him in on what happened from the moment the wall came crashing down, up until today. Fred listened in silent as his brother explained it all, trying to take it all in.

“So, I’ve been in a coma for the past five months?”

“Almost six... now you understand why we were so shocked? You’ve been healed for months now but you didn’t wake up.”

“I’m sorry, Georgie.” Fred pulled his hand and wrapped him in a hug. “And Granger?”

“She’s been coming here every day. Just talking, reading to you. Pushing me out of the room.” He grinned. “Didn’t expect her to plant one on you like that, or for you to participate so eagerly.” George chuckled as he sat down on the bed, looking at a newly awaken and flustered Fred. “I know you had a thing for her back at school but...”

“It never really went away.” Fred admitted, playing with his covers. “But I thought Ron and Hermione -”

“Yeah, we all thought that but no. Just friends.”

At that moment the door bursts open and seven read heads toppled in followed by a blond and a boy with raven black hair. When Molly saw her son awake and talking, she burst into tears as she ran over and gave him a bone crushing hug.

“My boy. My boy.” She murmured in his ear, tears falling down her face. Fred suddenly felt his father strong arms around them. Fred heard him softly cry in his mum’s hair and hugged them as tight as possible. When his parents let him go, they wiped their tears and stepped back with trembling hands and all of his siblings came close and hugged him. Fleur and Harry gave the family some time to together as they stayed behind, smiling at the reunion. The healer came in and said he was in perfect health and could go back home in a day or two. Arthur was so rejoiced he summoned some butterbeers and champagne. They talked and laughed for hours; Molly suggested they could do a special Halloween-coming back home party at the burrow as Halloween was just two days away.

“Mum, where is Hermione?” George asked as he looked around the room. Fred has been wondering the same thing since his family stormed in the room without her, but didn’t want to ask as his family just found out he was back amongst them.

“Oh.” Their mum said surprised looking around the room. “I don’t know. She came to get us, I thought she was right behind us.” She looked nervously at Arthur. “I can’t believe I didn’t notice, after everything she did for us, for Fred and George.”

“It’s alright dear.” Arthur gently padded her hand. “I’ll go look for her.”

Fred quickly shot George a look. George immediately understood and jumped up. “I’ll go dad. I think I know where to find her. I’ll be right back.” He looked at Fred.

“I’m fine, go. I have enough red heads to keep me company.” He grinned up at his twin. George stuck out his tongue before he grabbed his coat off the chair and headed out. He walked over to the floo and called out The leaky cauldron before disappearing in green flames.

About an hour later George walked back in the room, his family still talking loudly, food was passed around the room. They all looked up when he sauntered in without Hermione.

“Where is she?” Their mum asked.

“She wanted to give us some family time.” George said as shoved Fred to the side and sat down next to him on the bed.

“Nonsense. She IS family.” She was already standing up, ready to go out and get her, when George stopped her.

“Just leave her be for a moment mum. She’ll come to the party.”

“But-”

“Molly...” Arthur started. She looked at her husband for a second before sitting back down.

When everyone was again busy talking George whispered. “I think she’s embarrassed. You know after...”

“What’s there to be embarrassed about. That was one hell of a kiss!”

“I don’t know, Freddie. But it’s Hermione... she normally never would’ve done something like that.”

“I know.” Fred said as he looked at his family. “Do you think she just kissed me out of relief?”

“Yes and no.” George said softly. “The past months I never really thought about it, because I was so focussed on you, but I think she feels the same as you do. Why else would she have been here every day?”

“I’m sure to ask her at the party, so make sure she comes.”

“I don’t think she dares to skip it. Mum will drag her by the ears if she has to.” George laughed, looking at his mum, who’s eyes were glued on Fred.

“So, Hermione has her own apartment?” Fred asked form the bathroom.

“Yes, she is fixing it up at the moment. It’s above a small bookshop in Diagon Ally, but mum doesn’t know about it yet, so keep it to yourself. Are you ready to go?” George asked as he placed their bag of clothes on the bed.

“Ready!” Fred called out from the bathroom before emerging, running his hand through his hair. He wore dark jeans with a light blue shirt, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

“Someone you trying to impress?” George grinned as Fred walked up next to him. Fred shoved his brother on the bed before running out the room laughing.

“Oi! You can help me carry these you know?” George said as he reached the fireplace where Fred was casually leaning against. He tossed one of the bags to Fred, who caught it with ease. “Glad to have you back twin-of-mine.”

“Glad to be back.” Fred grinned, walking in the fireplace after his brother. “The burrow.” He called out, tossing floo powder at their legs.

When they stepped out the burrow was empty, the only sound in the house was coming from the kitchen, so they headed in that direction. Their mother was busy making food, stirring in three different pots. When she heard the twins walk in, she turned and smiled as she saw her boys.

“Do you need help mum?” They twins asked, giving their mum a kiss on the cheek. She smiled up at her boys and padded their cheek.

“No, no. Why don’t you two go outside, almost everyone is here.”

“And Hermione?”

“Not yet, but I send her a patronus. She has five minutes to get here, or I’ll come and get her.”

The twins snickered as they walked out to the garden. A large tent was standing in the garden decorated with jack-o-lanterns, ghost puppets and everything you could possibly think of when you thought of Halloween. Under the tent you saw Charlie talking to Bill and Fleur. Harry and Ginny sat cuddled together around the fire, talking to Ron. Percy was chatting to Lee. And Angelina, Katie and Alicia sat a bit further from Harry and Ginny, laughing at whatever Arthur said. The twins turned when they heard a soft pop in the distance. Both smiling as they saw Hermione walk up.

“Welcome home, Fred.” Hermione said, giving him a kiss on the cheek, before doing the same with George and turned to leave for the firepit.

“Hey, wait!” Fred called out, and carefully took her arm. She looked over her shoulder to Fred and George. George winked before he walked over to the three girls at the fire. “Can we talk?”

“Talk? About what?” Hermione said, looking at her feet. Fred looked around the tent before he pulled her behind it, out of sight. “What - what are you doing?”

“You kissed me.” Fred stated, looking down at the witch.

“Yes. It didn’t mean anything; I was just relieved.”

“Really? Then why have you been avoiding me?”

“I haven’t-”

“You have. Like it or not Hermione I know you. And it may have meant nothing to you, but for me... I don’t just kiss any girl.” He groaned before he walked off, leaving Hermione standing there, again in shock.

“Who wants pumpkin soup?” Their mum called out as she made her way across the garden, a large pot of soup floating in front of her. Fred sat down next to George and Percy in the tent as the others started to fill the seats, Hermione joining in last, took the last seat available on the other side of the table.

“What happened between you and Hermione?” George asked after he swallowed his soup. “She’s been shooting glances at you and if she bites any more, there would be nothing left of her lip.”

“She said it didn’t mean anything.” Fred said not looking up from his soup.

“She’s probably just afraid that you won’t feel the same.”

“She knows.” George was about to reply when he said. “Just eat your soup, George.”

George mumbled something before he turned back to his soup. The entire time, the table was loud and full of laughter. After dinner, everyone gathered around the fire. Telling ghost stories, carving pumpkins, making fallen leaves into dancing figurines around the fire. George watched his twin ignore the girl he has definitely feelings for, the girl who’s trying all night to catch his eye but failed. After a couple hours, the sun long gone and cold brush of wind picked up, Fred stood up.

“I know this is my welcome back party, but I’m knackered.”

“Of course, dear. I have your old room all set up.”

“Thanks mum. Goodnight.” He waved in general before he walked to the house, the full moon shining on his bright red hair.

George looked over to Hermione who was watching Fred’s retreating back. When Fred’s was completely out of sight her eyes dropped, falling on George. Go! He mouthed to her, jerking his head to the house. Hermione bit her lip again, glancing from George to the house and back.

“Where are you going?” Ron asked as she finally made her decision.

“As you must know... the little girls room.”

“OH.” Ron said surprised, his ears turning red, making the others chuckle.

“Can you check up on Fred, dear?” Molly asked.

“Sure, Molly.” She gave the older witch a smile, ignoring Georges wiggling eyebrows and walked in the dark garden, that was only lit by the moon. When she entered the house, it was dark and silent. She took in a deep breath as she walked in. The shadows in the kitchen that were caused by the moon didn’t still her nerves as she made her way through it. The living room was also empty, only the light flicker from the fireplace. She closed the doors to the living room and glanced up the stairs.

“Lumos.” She whispered as she pulled out her wand, a small light formed on the tip of her wand. She started to climb the stairs. She quickly looked in the rooms on the first floor before heading up. When she was halfway on the second staircase, she saw something in the corner of her eye. When she turned, she saw a Cardinal spider crawling on the wall, right next to her head. She screamed and tripped, falling back down to the first landing. The sound of her scream made the door of the twins’ room fly open. Fred looked wide eyed down the stairs, holding out his wand. When his eyes landed on Hermione, he ran down and crouched down next to her.

“Hermione?” He asked, holding her head. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, just a bump I think.” She said rubbing her head.

“Can you sit up?” Hermione nodded and sat up against the wall, Fred still looked at her worried. “What happened?”

“I was coming up and there was a very large spider. This house is scary in the dark, you know.”

“Hermione Granger, brightest witch of her age, fighter against death eaters, afraid of spiders?” Fred chuckled as he checked her over for other injuries. Hermione crossed her arms in defence, looking up at him.

“Not afraid, just startled.”

“If you say so.” He grinned. “Why were you coming up anyway?”

“I wanted to talk to you.”

“Oh, not really in the mood to talk anymore.” Fred said, suddenly standing up. Hermione followed his lead, suddenly feeling more courageous due to a few bloody Mary’s, she took his hand and pulled him up the stairs. “What-?”

“Me neither.” She said as she closed the door behind a confounded Fred and gently pushed him against it, her hands lingered on his chest. Before he could say something, she stood on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him down, kissing him soundly. Then she reluctantly pulled away. “It did mean something.” She whispered, looking in his eyes. He looked at her for a moment before he leaned down again, capturing her lips.

“When did it start?” He asked as they laid curled up in his bed. She lifted her head up from his chest and looked at him with a frown.

“What?”

“When did you start liking me.” He grinned; Hermione swatted his arm before putting her head back on his chest.

“I don’t know exactly. I think it started the summer before my fifth year at Grimmauld. You comforted me after I found out about what happened to Harry, remember? You even read Hogwarts: a history to me.” Fred hummed in recognition. “You?”

“Well, it started when I found out you punched Malfoy in your third year.” He chuckled. “But I only found that out at the world cup. Then you walked in the great hall with your periwinkle dress, Godric you looked beautiful. But I didn’t realise it until Georgie and I left Hogwarts. That I couldn’t see you every day, couldn’t tease you about our testing on students or selling our stuff in the common room. I let us get caught on purpose you know.”

“Really?” Hermione asked as she looked up again, blushing.

“Yes, and I really love how you blush like that.” He said as he kissed her nose. “So, what do you say?”

“About?” She mumbled in his shirt.

“About going on a date with me.” He smiled against her hair.

“Maybe you’ll find out if you actually ask me.” She chuckled. Fred suddenly jumped of the bed, Hermione falling face first on the matrass, when she looked up, she glared at the twin.

“Miss Hermione Granger.” He started very official, before kneeling down on one knee, in front of his bed. “Would you do me the honour to... go on a date with me?”

“I would love to.” She laughed as she came to the edge of the bed and pulled him close, capturing his lips. When they fell back on the bed, Fred summoned a warm dark blue plaid and covered them up, cuddling under it together as they talked about everything and nothing as the moon shined through the window. Outside the festivities were still underway, nobody seemed to notice that Hermione didn't come back. Behind the tent every tree started to change colours, or lose his leaves as autumn was really here, marking a new beginning.

#fred weasley #harry potter #hermione granger #love #fred x hermione #fremione #coma #st mungos #oneshot #one shot #hpff #george weasley #fred weasley lives

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musicrunsthroughmysoul · 2 years

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Hi all you lovely folks, in case you were wondering, I did go see Thunderpussy + a few other bands who were AMAZING/WONDERFUL! Since it was my 5th time seeing Thunderpussy, though, they rocked my socks off the best as usual. :’D

Unfortunately (and for the first time, I think) I didn’t get to see Thunderpussy’s encore, but they ended their set initially with “Barracuda” by Heart which was AS FUCKING AMAZING as you’d think it would be (plus as a nod to a fellow Seattle band 💗 don’t tell Ann or Nancy this but I hope Thunderpussy record their cover of that song. That would blow my mind, and I can only hope they do!!). It was SUUUUUUUUPER cool and lovely, too, that they brought on the lead vocalist (and guitarist? not sure if she usually plays guitar in Sundries or what because I haven’t really listened to Sundries before) of the Seattle band Sundries to cover one of Sundries’ song, and when they played it, Leah switched to the drums and Ruby covered the bass! Oh yeah, and HOLY MOTHERFUCKING SHIT RUBY CAME BACK AND PLAYED WITH THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND SHE SMASHED EVERY SINGLE ONE OF MY EXPECTATIONS AS SHE ALWAYS FUCKING DOES, she’s a positively phenomenal drummer and I was (and still am!) so fucking happy that she came back and played with Thunderpussy. No offense to anyone new who drums with Thunderpussy, but nobody gets the feel of their songs like Ruby does (which Molly if not also Whitney actually commented on during their show, lmao...which I was kinda like ‘yikes’ about because that threw the other drummers they’ve been playing with under the bus...😬), and also...Ruby is a fucking beast and 1000% a DRUM GODDESS, she plays so hard the entire time and still has energy at the end so much that it makes me think she could just keep going and going...it’s unbelievable if you aren’t there to witness it yourself, but that’s how fucking amazing and incredible she is and yet still so DYNAMIC, and that’s why it makes me squeal and jump up and down with excitement when I see her with the band again - I know without a singular doubt that the show will be utterly fucking AMAZING because she’s there. :’)

Also, not to brag except maybe a little (sorry), but considering how big a fan of them I am, I have to admit that at one point I was literally standing directly next to Ruby in the crowd watching the band who were on before Thunderpussy (oh and that band, Wild Powwers, were REALLY fucking good, too. Headbanging definitely happened during their performance!!!), which is how I was screaming in my head like ‘!!!!!!!!!!! IS RUBY BACK, IS SHE GONNA PLAY WITH THUNDERPUSSY AGAIN–’ (and then she did). I was literally an arm’s reach of her in the crowd standing right next to her but I didn’t want to be annoying and ruin her enjoyment of the show so I kept my internal screaming and looking around at the people around us like ‘HELLO, PEOPLE, DON’T YOU KNOW WHO THAT IS!!!!!’ to myself (except for the last one. When she first came and stood among the crowd, she walked past me and I IMMEDIATELY recognized her, so I was looking around at the people nearby like ‘IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS?! AND WHY AM I THE ONLY ONE FREAKING OUT HERE, DON’T YOU ALL KNOW WHO THAT IS...’). 😂 I also ended up standing right behind a couple of people who Molly came up to after Wild Powwers’ performance and I wanted to be like “OMG HI! I KNOW WHO YOU ARE” (and unlike the rest of the members of Thunderpussy excluding Ruby, I have not ever actually met Molly before 😌 so she probably would not have recognized me, though the other members might have...) but of course I politely refrained from doing so. Whitney also (following Ruby) stood amongst the crowd to watch Wild Powwers’ set but of course I didn’t want to bother her, either, and let her enjoy the show, although I think she might’ve been the most likely member of the band to recognize me since she gave me a hug before their 2019 NYE show (although at their 2019 show Leah also said that she recognized me from the shows I’d been to prior, as well, but she only walked past me once at this show and didn’t notice me...not that I was expecting her to).

Anyway, I’ll try to write more formally about the show when I can, because they played some songs I wasn’t expecting them to play (like that song they did with Sundries), and I really wanna scream talk about it!! I’d also love to mention the other artists and bands I saw that I loved - Stephanie Anne Johnson, and Wild Powwers. 💗 They all kicked ass.

#crystal visions of lilies in the valley #my fave ladies of lightning

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angeli-marco-writes · 3 years

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Sherlock Holmes - Kiss Me, Mr Detective

A/N - Season 1!Sherlock, the cutie. And friends to lovers. Two of my favourite things. I do not own Sherlock Holmes, the character, the universe, the adaptations or anything: this is a work of fiction set on the BBC adaptation of Sherlock. Did I still write 8.2k words (exactly) for it? Yes. I also don’t own the song or the lyrics used within, and if you fancy it, listen to ‘Kiss Me’ by Ed Sheeran while reading.

Warnings - Bad language. Mentions of murder and drug usage. Mild angst. Smut, loss of virginity, masturbation, oral m receiving, penetration, unprotected sex, so 18+.

Summary - After a fight with John leaves Sherlock feeling particularly down, he calls on the one person who is always there to support him. Only tonight, it’s different. Feelings come to a head, exploration ensues, but is this just a one time thing? That depends on whether she stays the night...

TO SHERLOCK, it’s just another normal day, whereas to John? He’d rather not admit how regularly these awful days roll around. Sure, the case didn’t go as well as it could’ve, and Sherlock admittedly could’ve made much more of an effort to comfort John after the apparent ‘heartbreak’ he endured. He just could not understand it. Why the hell was John so emotionally responsive to a case they’d been on for less than twenty four hours which turned out to be a bust anyway?

“You are absolutely unbelievable!”

“People die every day, John. You’ve killed people, as have I. It isn’t that great a surprise.” Sherlock deadpans, picking up his teacup, raising it to his lips, drawing a long sip from the warm liquid.

“Oh, yeah, of course. The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.” John mocks. “Do you not even care that people are still dead despite the fact you solved the case?”

“They’d be dead either way,” he reiterates, “at least we got to them before they completely decomposed. Will me caring about them stop them from being dead? No, Dr Watson, it will not.”

“Sherlock!”

“John!” He mimics.

John slams his hands down on the desk, shaking the wood and everything resting on it, surely sending the vibrations through the floor and notifying Mrs Hudson of their ‘domestic’ as she so likes to call them. The buffalo even begins to swing. John’s tea is long forgotten, but Sherlock’s is keeping him grounded, calm, as John waggles his fist in Sherlock’s passive, blank face.

“You-” he pauses, gulping down breath. “You are a fucking machine, I can’t even deal with you right now. How dare you be so cold hearted and untroubled by this. You’re a disgrace.”

As if he hasn’t heard that one before, Sherlock scoffs.

Placing his teacup back down with a clink, he stands, the darkness of the night, of the room, closing in on them both. Nights like these really are danger nights, any night John leaves him. That’s what's coming next, but there isn’t a thing he knows to say or do to prevent the inevitable. He’ll simply just text Her instead, she’ll keep him grounded.

“Why? Emotional context? Emotion, whether of ridicule, anger, or sorrow, whether raised at a puppet show, a funeral, or a battle, is your grandest of levellers. The man who would be always superior should be always apathetic.”

With a huff like a bull, John viciously turns on his heel, blaspheming under his breath, cursing Sherlock out. He reaches for his coat and snatches it off the stand, slamming the door open.

“MACHINE.” John screams before pulling the door shut with a great slam, seething, the coat stand still rocking in his wake.

John’s footsteps thunder down the stairs, but before he’s even gone, Sherlock’s phone is withdrawn, and he’s tapping out a message.

Can you come over? Please? SH

It wouldn’t usually bother him as much. The case didn’t phase him, at all, but John’s opinion did. It always does. But today was a particularly long day of being brutish and rude, cold and distant, his usual and true self, but John’s more and more impatient with him now.

Being called a ‘machine’ is, again, nothing unusual, but this time it stings a little more than usual, especially after his recent arrest, and a fallout with Molly. He only has one person left, right now, who doesn’t hate him. His longest friend, the one he keeps away from it all so as to not tarnish her life with his misdeeds; Y/N, the one he can always rely on.

He knows she’s arrived by the sound of his window crashing open. Crawling up the bricks, skimming the drainpipe, latching onto the ivy; it’s her usual manner of entry. She never uses the door.

Putting his cups and saucers into the sink, he makes his way through the house, opening his bedroom door to find her already sitting there on the bed, her coat hung up on the hook, her work clothes clinging to her body.

“Hey there Mr Detective, you okay?” she asks as jovially as she can muster.

The way he ambles across the room, his dressing gown floating behind him, and slumps down onto the bed, instantly tells her he’s not okay at all. She can’t help but to look upon him sympathetically, edging a smidge closer to him, until he’s prompted enough to wrap his arms around her torso, finding his rightful place tangled around her. She knows him well enough - his past, and his current life - to realise she’s the only person he’s ever felt comfortable enough around to do this with, and that brings her a certain swelling pride in her bosom, one that doesn’t go unnoticed by Sherlock as he feels her skin heat up against his cheek.

It doesn’t take long, either, for his head to follow suit, burying into her chest. He’s always, always had a thing for her boobs, ever since they were in uni together.

That’s something so special about the two of them, he doesn’t have to say anything for her to know he’s not okay the way he does with everyone else. And naturally, he can read everything about her in a split second.

“I’m here, bud.”

Above all else, he just needs to know someone is there for him in moments like these. The world is cruel to him, and Y/N wishes more than anything that it wasn’t. Upon instinct, her hands stray, one to his back, pressing against the silk of his dressing gown, the other cradling his long neck, fingers knotting in the dark curls there.

She isn’t sure how long she stays there, simply holding him, feeling every twitch of his muscles, every breath of his against her skin, but she likes it. Of course she does, every time she likes it. Sherlock brings her an inordinate amount of comfort at the best of times, today is no exception, especially with what the day has held. Even when she’s the one comforting him, he doesn’t realise how much he helps her too.

His flat is so familiar, his bed as comfortable as her own. She knows his sock index, she’s studied his periodic table over his shoulder more times than she’d care to admit, and she even has her own toothbrush in the bathroom in case she has to pop over for an emergency freshen up. Sherlock has, and always will be, her first port of call, and that she remembers as she shifts further onto the quilted bedspread, her phone on his oak bedside locker.

His head begins to stir against her chest, his curls tickling her collarbones, small hums escaping his lips as he pushes himself up, his elegant yet trembling hands still splayed on her waist.

“I could feel your heart beating weirdly, what’s wrong?” he asks, quirking his eyebrows.

“Just the usual.” she vaguely replies.

Sherlock isn’t having it, though, and scans her a little more. “You’re still in your work clothes.”

“Great deduction. I was hoping you’d go a little deeper, though.”

“You hate wearing work clothes longer than necessary, which means you had plans straight after work, considering you finished… five hours ago? That’s your usual time for today. Counting overtime, forty five minutes, walk to your car, another ten, but your umbrella wasn’t working, round that up to an hour, leaving at 6. You arrived home, no, not home, at your boyfriend’s house for dinner. However, you’re not comfortable enough with one another yet for you to use his shower, or perhaps you are, but you elected not to, and stay in damp clothes that only had seventeen minutes to dry with the heater on in your car for the journey there. You ate dinner, Mexican, had a glass and a half of five percent wine, realised you couldn’t drive, but you didn’t particularly want to stay. Nonetheless you sat and watched the telly with him for hours, football, I can see the dreariness in your eyes. I know how much you hate it, and frankly, same. You stayed for almost all of the match, seeing as you’re now sober, but something else happened.” She lulls her head to the side, prompting him, her smile not meeting her eyes. “As soon as the match ended, he tried to make a move on you, he pressed his mouth to yours, he tried to push his hand up your skirt;” his throat bobs with a vicious gulp; despising the thought of anyone else laying a finger on her, “you swatted him away, rightfully so.”

He pauses a minute, his harsh tone of voice and his sharp face softening. He can see the vulnerability in her eyes, her walls about to crumble. This woman he appreciates so much. “He doesn’t deserve you.”

Smiling melancholically up at him, she brings her hand back to his hair, her fingers carding through the soft curls. His face buries back into her chest just as her voice offers a broken whisper, “I broke it off. I was the one who couldn’t commit this time.”

And as she lays her head on top of his, her breathing more shallow, resounding in her chest, he dwells over those very words. The way she said them, not to mention the words themselves, hold a myriad of meaning. What could she possibly-

Oh.

The subtext, yes, impeccable. She’s always had a way with implications and subtext, always knowing that the likelihood of him actually picking up on it is little to none. But now, now he’s become trained to her, her way of life, her way of thinking, her way of speaking. This is too good an opportunity to miss. If she means what he thinks she means, ever hopeful, then this is completely unfamiliar territory.

Gathering all of his courage in one deep breath, he begins to pepper kisses on her skin. The faintest brush of his lips on the tops of her breasts, all that’s available to him with her shirt the way it is. He feels her heart flutter, her breathing stutter, but despite the chemical flush of her chest, he still isn’t quite sure she likes it. Not until he feels her grip on his hair increase, and he glances up to see her head thrown back. Her spine delicately arches against his hand, thrusting her chest further into his face.

His nimble fingers reach for her buttons, undoing the top two, giving him space enough to find the valley between her breasts. Lathering kisses there, licking the swells of her boobs, his tongue pulsates with the increased thrumming of her heart. The sensation is new, so unbridled, and he doesn’t quite know what to do with the stirring in his loins right about now. That unknowing is only further amplified by the sound that rips from her chest when he involuntarily bites down on the supple flesh. It couldn’t be… a moan?

Sure, he understands the chemistry of it, the reactions that occur in the synapses of the brain, the pheromones and hormones released when one is aroused, but this is all new to him. And, from his embarrassingly basic level of theory, surely that doesn’t start until some more stimulation on other parts of the body commence? Nipples, perhaps something lower down… then again, what does Sherlock know?

Of course it’s an intimate moment, the closest he’s been to a woman before, and maybe that’s why he freezes, stops, and she tugs his head up by his hair, her gentle, pleasured smile with her lips softly parted deepening the look of bewilderment painted onto his face. Her eyes are twinkling, alight with an excitement he hasn’t seen for far too long.

“What are you doing?” she whispers.

He shrugs his shoulders with a sudden force, his dressing gown falling off a little. “I don’t know. But now I feel like I read your pining words all wrong.”

She gasps, a wheezing sound, sucking the air from the room. She smacks his arm gently, muffled by his button-down and dressing gown. “I wasn’t pining! I was saying.”

“Hmm, same difference.”

Everyone must acquiesce when it comes to Sherlock Holmes. “But no, you didn’t read them wrong at all, but I know you don’t see me that way, you don’t feel things that way.”

He pauses, his beautiful plump lips pursed, fidgeting on the bed. Brushing her hair off her face reveals the pain she expressed. However, her eyes glued on his, sadness is betrayed in every line of his young, clean-shaven face. His entire bone structure is taking a nosedive.

“For you, I’ve been feeling everything from hate to love to lust, and I guess that’s how I know I want to hold you close.”

“Sherlock...” she whispers, her singular word an inflection of surprise.

Never tearing his eyes from her, his hand comes up to her cheek, rubbing his thumb over the slightly blushing skin, searching her face, with his big blue eyes, for a shred of reluctance. But, all he sees is her, so he elects to do what his heart is yelling at him to do for once, and kisses her breathless. His full lips holding hers, his one hand on her face, the other still wrapped around her back. Hers fly around his neck, clinging to him for dear life.

It doesn’t take long, their movements steadily heating, for their previously slow, intimate kiss to grow into something more, Y/N pulling herself up from the bed and making herself comfortable on Sherlock’s lap. His breath hitches in his throat, a cute little hiccupping sound escaping his lips in between embraces.

As much as he loves just this, soft caressing and gentle petting, he just knows she wants more. He does too, that much is evident from the length prodding at Y/N’s inner thigh as she moves gently on his lap. She won’t make a move, though, he’s too inexperienced, and she’s too much of a sweetheart to corrupt him, so she thinks. Ever since he first saw her, she’s been corrupting him slowly. He didn’t realise at first, but over the years, he began to understand, and now he’s in too deep.

For Y/N? It’s always been him. Every breakup she’s had, she’ll come to Sherlock’s flat, full well knowing the real reason she broke up with them, because she couldn’t commit, because she was too caught up on him.

Skimming his hands beneath her shirt, he savours the press of his hands on her bare skin, warmth seeping from her body into his, his fingers dancing along her spine. Electricity shocks her in bursts, unlike anything else, from his touch alone.

“May I take your shirt off?” he asks.

“Fuck, yes.” she groans. “May I do yours?”

“Be my guest.”

In a tangle of limbs, a few buttons pop off, and eventually, two shirts make it out the other side, tossed from the bed and into the laundry pile. Aka Sherlock’s floor. He’s like that: sock indexes, yet he won’t get a hamper. A walking contrast.

His thumbs press beneath the band of her bra, savouring the pressure of the flesh that falls into his hands, but that’s as far as he gets.

“Never undone a bra before?”

He shakes his head sheepishly. “I know the theory. Just… you always wear peculiar ones.”

“I wear relatively normal bras, and this one is certainly bog standard. Had I known you’d be undressing me Mr Detective, I’d have worn something nicer.”

“Just do it for me.” He requests, chuckling.

She unfastens her bra, and allows her breasts to spill from the cups, into Sherlock’s awaiting hands. The gasp that erupts from him sends Y/N’s brain into overdrive. He’s cupped her chest through her shirt before, buried his nose into her cleavage countless times, but never before have they had such skin on skin contact. Her lips press to his neck, shifting her closer to him. Sucking on his pressure point, she receives a similar gasp in response, only this one is more guttural, more a sound of pleasure than surprise. He’s wilting from a single kiss to his neck.

“Has no one ever given you a hickey?” She husks in his ear, her voice alone sending tremors down his spine.

“N- fuck, no.”

“I’ll make it worth it. All of this.”

“I know you will.”

She fuses her lips onto his again, savouring the faint hesitations as he grapples with his breath, eager to get some control on his mind with all that’s happening. Never did she ever think Sherlock would be here beneath her, his rough fingertips brushing over her peaked buds, and his palms dancing over her waist. Never did she think she’d hear him whisper his next words, either, not in a million years.

“More.” he pleads. “Can we do… more? Whatever that entails?”

“That depends what you want to do.”

“Get me out of these damn trousers. They're rather uncomfortable.”

She snorts lightly, a piggy like sound, the one they bonded over all those years ago. “I can feel why.”

“I imagine you want out of your work trousers, too.”

“God, yes; they’re ghastly.”

“I don’t think so.” he hums. “You look nice.”

Her cheeks begin to burn, blood rushing to colour them, betraying her true feelings, but as he tweaks her nose playfully, the little snort escapes again.

They were in the dining hall, second week of university, almost ten years ago, and Y/N was sitting with her friends, downing enough coffee to sink a ship, eating her hangover away, when her friends decided to make her laugh with tales of last night's drunken events. Unbeknownst to her, one of the greatest minds of the twenty-first century was sitting just a few seats down on the half-empty bench, watching her perceptively in his periphery. That’s when he first heard the sound. The cutest thing, and it startled him into action, beginning his deductions almost instantly. Admittedly, her student ID on the table aided him a little.

He shocked her from her haze, too, as soon as he spoke her name.

“Y/N, eighteen, jurisprudence first year, freshers week over with. You left a boyfriend back home, but you’re more sad about leaving your dog, as I would be. You don’t particularly care about law but know it’s a good undergraduate to receive anyway. Dyed hair, extrovert, killer hangover, and apparently there’s a little piggy living inside your nose. Sherlock Holmes, would you like some aspirin?”

“That’s weird; what are you, some kind of detective?” She asked, sans malice, a playful bounce to her words.

“Chemistry, going for a masters. But I do like the mystery, yes.”

“So you’re… bright. Nice to meet you, Sherlock, and it seems you know almost everything you need to know about me. But yes, I will take that aspirin, if you don’t mind. How was your weekend?”

He smiled at her, the first true smile he’d given in a long time. “It was nice, thank you.”

And thus a friendship was born, all because he heard her little piggy snort.

Her slender fingers work wonders with the fastener and zip of his suit trousers, and even manage hers too, all within the space of a few seconds, but Sherlock is reluctant to let her go, even just to get her trousers off.

“I need to sit up, just for a minute.”

“No.” Sherlock commands, insistent. “We can make this work.”

“Sure we can, but it won’t be very comfortable. Come on.”

She’s barely peeled away from him and wrestled hers off before he’s drawing her back in for a kiss, his trousers settled just above his knees.

“Sherlock,” she protests, mumbling against his lips, her hands on his heavenly, broad, muscular shoulders. “Sher!”

Her squeal at his sudden tug on her panties disappears, captured by his eager mouth. And in fact, her panties seem to disappear along with it, thanks to Sherlock’s swift movements and nimble hands. Maybe he’s had some experience to be so good at this…

“You sure you wanna go this far?”

“More sure than I’ve ever been. I need you.”

He takes a deep inhale, dropping his forehead against hers, his breathing coming out in bursts as he tries to get a grasp on the situation. “Kiss me.”

She doesn’t need to be told twice, instantly getting to work on the waistband of his boxers as his tongue lavishes her own. His hips rise briefly, just long enough for her to tug the elasticated material from around him, slipping past her, and then he kicks it into their growing pile of clothes. His length falls into her awaiting palm, and-

“Wow.” She exhales in amazement. “If I’d known you were packing this much, I’d have jumped you long ago.”

“No you wouldn’t.”

“Absolutely not, until tonight I thought you’d just laugh at me.”

He pecks her lips affectionately, “Never. You’re bloody beautiful, I’ll let you do anything to me.”

“Hmm, anything, you say?”

Stifling a chuckle against her neck, he recommences, “Maybe not anything.”

Yeah, that's definitely the right call. Still, she finds herself all but clawing at him, her breath hovering teasingly just over his lips, their noses touching, her hands clamped to his cheeks, feeling the building heat there. She must be making such a mess of his bed right about now, but for one night? It can’t matter.

This is a one time thing, it has to be. Sherlock just needs to release some tension, she just so happens to be there. Still, she can’t prevent the little glimmer of hope shining through at the possibility of this being a more-than-one-time thing. The moral compunctions of their friendship after this don’t matter anymore, because he’s leaving a fire in his wake, his delicious fingertips digging bruisingly into her bum before trailing lightly up her spine, skimming her shoulder, brushing her neck - arched for him to reach where he wants, able to mark her as his own - and finally slipping over her lips, taken obediently by her awaiting mouth. Christ, if there’s one thing she hopes for tonight, it’s that his actions never relent.

Whether it’s what he intends to happen or not, his fingers in her mouth give her an idea, one she prays he goes along with at least a little, so she pulls away. The dirty, telling smile on her face hints at what she’s about to do, lending Sherlock to shift a little more up the bed, his eyes following her every move. Hands splayed on his thighs, her small fingers gripping onto the fine hairs there, she begins to take his tip into her mouth, never once breaking eye contact with him. Yeah, this is what’ll drive him insane.

Inch by inch, she takes him into the welcoming heat of her mouth, pulling off slowly, only to go down again. She adds her tongue into the mix at some point, too, and her hand, on what she can’t reach, tickling his balls, but further than that, his mind is blank. Hot white, washed with pleasure. The sounds he emits are other worldly, so much that he has to muffle himself with his own hand; what would Mrs Hudson say? He’s always had such control over his mind and body, but this… he’s slowly losing all semblance of control, and he’s not even mad about it. What he does know is that there’s a building heat in his abdomen, a coil about to spring, and his cock is beginning to twitch. If she keeps going this incredible way, her teeth grazing him ever so gently, adding another new sensation into the mix, he’s inexorably going to finish before he can help it.

“As much as I adore your torturous ministrations, I think I need to be inside you…” He husks, his voice deep.

A smirk gracing her lips, she looks up at him through half-lidded eyes, mischief glinting in her pretty little mesmerising eyes for a second, before she hollows her cheeks and takes him wholly, allowing his length to slip partially down her throat. Her moan reverberates around him, and Sherlock begins to thrash above her, scrunching the duvet in his hands, not caring if it creases. If there’s one thing Sherlock hates, it’s creases. And being called a machine by his best friend. Right now, though, it seems as though every misstep in his day has led him here, into the welcoming heat of Y/N’s mouth, taking him so eagerly, her tongue lapping at the vein on the underside of his dick, a string of saliva remaining as she pulls away.

“I think you’ve got a couple of rounds in you, Mr Detective. Can you do that for me?”

“Y-yes.” He stammers, his head tossed back in pure ecstasy a moment later as she begins to work on the head with kitten licks. “But… can I s- fuck me, say something?”

“I plan on it.” she chuckles, “anything.”

She goes back to peppering kisses all over his member, tip to base, brushing his balls, working her way back up.

“Touch yourself f- for me.”

“What? Why?”

Her tone is more inquisitive than anything else, but upon that playfully rueful look in his lust-darkened baby blue eyes, she knows he’s going to get her back for this little display, and he’s just worked out how. It works both ways, she can prepare herself for what’s to come next while pleasuring him. And he gets to watch. It’s a win-win for him. Maybe he likes this sex thing a little more than he’s letting on.

“Are you sure you want me to? I’ll just make a mess on your sheets, Sher.”

She swallows him again, bobbing her head up and down on his length a few times while he grapples with literal reality. He’s teetering on the edge. One more move, and he’s a goner. His head is already against the wall, lolled there.

“I don’t care about the sheets, darling, I need you ready for me.”

She gulps, nods, and reaches one hand around her, skimming over her stomach, until it nestles between her thighs. She rubs her thumb over his tip, collecting the pre-come beading there, while she rubs over her throbbing pearl, pressing softly. Then, as she inches down on his cock, taking him in her mouth, she also collects the slick from between her thighs, and uses it as a lube to push a finger inside herself. Of all the times she’s touched herself, she never imagined, even in her wild Sherlock fantasies, that she’d be doing it with his dick down her throat. With every bob of her head, she scissors herself more, sinking back onto her fingers.

“I think I’m-” Sherlock begins to say, his words cut off by an utterly obscene moan splitting the air.

She hastily abandons her one post, and wraps both of her hands around his girth, working on what she can’t fit into her mouth with her increased speed, licking and suckling his head as he begins to fall apart, coming, with a scream, down her throat, his one hand clamped over his mouth, biting down harshly to silence his cries; the other buried in her hair.

His whole body falls lax, completely spent, meanwhile, Y/N savours every drop she’s been able to draw from him. He softens in her mouth, allowing her change to slip away from him, grasping a tissue from the bedside to wipe away any excess. That’s certainly something she never thought would happen…

He’s calm, though, smiling lazily through hooded eyes, his breathing regulated once more, making beckoning motions to her with his big hands. He’s placated, though, and sliding her hands into his, she’s allowed time enough to get into place, smiling softly at him, raking her fingers over his scalp in a comforting way. Even as she sits herself on his lap, she can feel him hardening beneath her ass, slowly but surely. She was right about him, he’s definitely got another round in him.

“Do you have a condom?” he asks.

“No, sweetheart, they’re in my other bag. I didn’t plan on getting any for a while… do you?”

“Not in here, that I’m aware of. John may have stashed some in my less favoured dressing gowns or socks, and he definitely has some upstairs, but I’m unawares.”

“I’m gonna sound crazy here, but do we need one?” She says hesitantly. His eyes widen, he cocks his head to the side. “I was tested after my last partner, I’m clean, and on birth control. You’re a virgin. There’s no point, is there?”

“You have a considerably good point.”

With that, energy rejuvenated a little, he wraps an arm around her body, flipping them over so he’s on top, shadowing her, looming over her, gazing down at every inch of her naked beauty.

“Take your time. I’ll be your safety.”

“I know.” he whispers, a tearful smile making its way onto her face. “Thank you.”

He needn’t say more, because she already knows why she’s being thanked. For her kindness, for making him so comfortable, for accepting the fact he’s still a virgin in his late twenties and, if he’s being honest, has no damn clue what the practicality and reality of sex is. Sure, he’s seen porn. He’s also looked at John’s laptop. But that doesn’t prepare one for when the moment comes. It’s like all of that goes out the window, and he simply remembers the first time he opened a biology textbook at secondary school, pictures of flushed organs staring back at him, desperately waiting to be relieved. That’s what his own coock is like right now, already hard again, virtually pulsating with hunger in his palm. He strokes himself a couple of times, glancing down at Y/N’s wide eyes.

“Are you okay? Can I…”

“Yes, Sherlock,” she chuckles, “whenever you’re ready.”

Now, he thinks. He rubs two digits through her folds, gathering her wetness, enamoured with the way it glistens on his fingertips. Tentatively, he brings his fingers up to his mouth, swirling his tongue around them to get a taste. Eyes rolling into the back of his head, he moans. She’s better than any cup of tea he’s ever had.

His cock slaps against his lower stomach pleadingly, so he grasps it in his hand, and begins to enter her, pushing gently, feeling every flutter of her walls. Her arms fly out, hands grasping his shoulders, nails leaving crescent moons in their wake at the delicious stretch. It’s nothing like they’ve ever felt before.

“Can I move?” He asks, balls deep inside her, their pelvises flush against one another.

“Please.” She all but begs.

Before doing anything else, Sherlock hooks one strong arm around her body, malleable in his hands, and holds her chest against his. Her breasts push into his skin, her nipples gaining friction from the dusting of hair there. Her one hand cups his slender neck, the other, his sharp cheek. Their eyes meet in a fierce gaze of burning intensity, and he begins to move. Slow, calculated, sharp thrusts punctuate her core. With every heavenly stroke, he can feel the ridges in her velvet walls, squeezing around him unwittingly.

“Jesus,” she cries, her clutch increasing.

“Hmm, not quite.”

The smirk in his words is quite literally audible. He’s so cocky, so full of himself, and fuck if she can’t feel another gush of arousal coursing through her, drenching his cock. How does he manage to be so attractive when he’s so dishevelled?

“Is that good?” He asks, unsure.

“So good.”

She brings her legs up, skimming the clenched backs of his thighs, until they wrap around him, drawing his hips into her at a new and improved angle. Heels digging into the base of his spine, he begins to move with a new purpose, his thrusts more passionate as his breath is drained from him by her kisses, his eyes alight with a new flame.

“Oh my God, Sherlock.” She pants, pulling him in for a kiss he greedily returns.

He drives his hips deeper, squeezing his fingertips into her supple waist bruisingly. It’ll be a mark that she belonged to him once, even just for one night. That’s when he reaches that special spongy spot that makes her entire body buckle. She all but screams, pressing into him wholly.

The coil is building, ready to break. He seems to be nearing the edge, too, his member twitching inside her when he buries himself particularly deep. She’s oh so fucking close… She licks into his mouth filthily, desperately clashing her teeth with his, eager for his kisses to tide her over. Silence her. Shifting his supporting hand, he trails one dextrous finger around to circle her clit, adding the faintest pressure for a moment. She mewls as he groans into her hot skin, clawing at him, entirely at his whim. Now he knows where to press, he settled his grip back around her, and draws her in close. This time around, he bends his knees a little more to measure his movements more carefully, ensuring that he ruts up and brushes her sensitive bud with his pelvis, helped by the extra friction of his neatly trimmed pubic hair on every thrust within her, his tip just scraping her g-spot.

“I- Sherlock, please tell me you��re- oh sweet mercy- close.”

He grunts softly in her ear. “So close.”

Their lips meet tenderly, passionately, in what they acknowledge to be a final kiss, moans mixing between them, savoured by the other.

His thighs clench, her legs tighten around his waist, and finally, her sweet walls flutter, squeezing him as she reaches her climax, his not following long after, spilling inside her, painting her soft walls white, marking her.

“Y/N,” he cries in ecstasy as his orgasm reaches him. “Sher…” she repeats, her saving grace as pleasure washes over her entirely.

Their whole bodies wind up pressed together, bound together as one, skin on skin completely, becoming one another.

He lets her down gently, unravelling his grip, unsurprised when their sweaty skin sticks together. Her long legs unfurl, splaying in a butterfly. Sherlock tumbles ungracefully away, somehow landing with a certain gangly elegance on the space of mattress beside her, his arm instinctively flying over to place on her stomach, the skin hot and flushed red. Her chest moves hastily up and down with the thrumming of her heart, while his barely shifts despite his shallow breaths, his white skin glistening in the moonlight.

“Are you okay?” He huffs, turning on his side. “You look pretty fucked out.”

His baby blue eyes train instantly on her nipples, hard in the open air. This is the first notifier, the first inkling she has to feel self conscious, so she draws the sheet up around her as best as she can. Sherlock’s not having any of it, taking a stronghold on her arms, and pulling her until she’s lying on him, naught to separate them.

“I’ve never been this close to anyone physically and y'know.” He hums tiredly. She’s never heard him sound tired before…

She smiles up at him as best she can, “Are you glad?”

He begins to hold her ever closer, squeezing her tighter, feeling every ridge of her body.

“I’m so glad that you were my first, in so many ways.”

Praise from Sherlock is a rarity, and she’ll take it as and when she can, savouring every moment, this time by holding him like a koala, her grip not wavering.

“I’m glad too, Mr Detective.”

He brushes a kiss to her cheek, “As much as I like this, we need to get you cleaned up.”

A supporting arm beneath her bum, he picks her up, and unsteadily ambles into the bathroom.

“I don’t know much about this, but I know you should probably use the toilet, should you want to avoid a UTI, so if you’d like me to leave…”

He sets her down on the loo seat, cupping his hands over his nether regions, and he hurries to grasp for things, until she puts her hand on his arm, squeezing in a conciliatory manner.

“You do remember the camping trip, don’t you? You really don’t have to leave just because I have to pee, you never did before. In fact, you frequently annoyed me with it if you had a particular point to make, steadfastly refusing to leave the bathroom after following me in there when I went to pee. Why does this change anything?”

He shrugs, dropping whatever was in his arms, “It just doesn’t feel the same now, though.”

“Ooo, and now Mr Detective feels things.” She jokes, poking at his ribs.

He recoils, chuckling with her, “Only for you.”

As Y/N washes her hand, Sherlock begins to wrangle with a floorboard, clattering about until he eventually pulls out a small lock box, from which he withdraws a packet of brand new marks-and-spencer's ladies briefs.

“Why the fuck do you have these? Anything you wanna tell me?” she asks, eyes wide.

“John’s idea. He has plenty of girls over here who frequently stay the night, simply a precautionary error.” He takes a beat, gargling with some mouthwash, “they’re clean, new, I just don’t like the idea of you in dirty underwear, and I know how reluctant you are to go without them whenever you’re not in your own bed. I stayed with you enough nights in university to know that.”

Those nights were awfully painful. She’d take the floor, he’d take the bed, and every time she’d have to wash the sheets. He’d sweat and vomit, shake and cry, plead for the pain to be over. He wouldn’t go to hospital, he wouldn’t call his brother, he’d just turn up on her doorstep, high as a kite, almost in tears, knowing he’d gone a little too far. And each time, it was a little farther.

“Thank you, Sherlock.”

She takes them from him, and begins to shimmy them up her legs, only prevented by Sherlock moving to grab a handful of her arse.

“Hmm, I like this. Fancy another round?” He smirks.

“I’m too tired, babe. Give me a bit.”

He can see the lazy smile on her face, the tiredness in her pretty eyes, so he wets a flannel, and begins to clean her up with gentle movements between tender kisses.

“How do you know how to do all of this?” She asks, inquisitive more than anything.

“Instinct, I suppose. I never read or learned about it, seeing as I never thought it would happen.”

She snaps the waistband before moving her hands to his waist, leaning up onto her toes to reach him, kissing her softly.

“Look at you now.”

After brushing their teeth in an amicable silence, their pinky fingers overlapping on the porcelain of the sink, he aids her back to the bedroom, settling her on the bed. She has things here: deodorant, toothbrush, moisturiser, and yet somehow she doesn’t have underwear, even after all these years. Perhaps that's one too many things to explain…

With superfluous extravagance, he throws her his shirt, offering her a wry wink. She finds a blush clawing its way onto her cheeks, dumbfounded. It smells like him, just like a forest glade if it was rained on by tea and cigarettes. Maybe he’ll let her keep it as a memory.

In such a short amount of time, she’s learnt that he has a very sensitive neck. Very. A single kiss there has him biting back a moan. A low one at that, considering his deep voice also drops almost an octave when he’s aroused. His nipples are almost as sensitive as his neck, and he rather likes it when she tugs on them unwittingly.

His first orgasm comes quickly, but his refractory period is astonishing, and it takes longer to achieve a second high, long enough to make her come more than once, she assumes, though her first orgasm was mind blowing enough for two. Perhaps that’s just because it’s his first time, but it’s impressive nonetheless.

What’s the point in learning all of this if, once he comes around from his post-orgasmic haze, he’ll pretend like it never happened, in typical Sherlock style?

The shirt, though a small gesture, means a lot, and her vision begins to cloud as she looks down at the black cotton.

“You mean you want me to stay?” She croaks.

Sherlock turns to her from his set of drawers, his face full of apparent obviousness, brows furrowed in that cute bewildered way.

“Of course I want you to stay.” He states, like it’s the plainest thing in the world, like it’s stupid for her to even ask. But she’s silent, and when she says nothing in response, he launches into a long winded explanation: don’t show sentiment. “I- I just mean, i-it’s midnight, I’m not having you out in London alone. You stay with me. Only if you want to as well...”

She nods eagerly, “Yes. Yeah, course I want to stay.”

He all but leaps access the room, jumping onto the bed, before planting a proper smooch on her lips, grinning down at her. He slips into his usual side of the bed, and she takes hers, rolling to look at him.

“Don’t get cold.” He warns, tucking the duvet up around her shoulders. She giggles like a child, that small snort sounding again, prompting Sherlock to press his thumb to her nose like a button. “How are you… feeling?”

“I’m fine bub, really. That bloke doesn’t matter to me at all. Bit of a scumbag if I’m honest. You’re the one I’m with, the one I wanna talk about. How are you feeling? Must’ve been a pretty big blow up with John for you to call me and be so... teary.”

He sighs, crestfallen, “He called me a machine.”

Her gasp pierces the air, her hand flying to his hair, stroking in consolation, cooing senseless reassurances to him. She’s done this innumerable times, but now it feels different, like there’s no barrier.

“He’s done it so many times that it needn’t bother me anymore, but the way he looked at me, like I was this abhorrent monster, especially after the day and the disappointing case we had, it got to me. I hate having feelings.”

“You don’t have to hide them with me, though.”

He hums gently, burying into her chest. “I know. That’s why I treasure you so dearly.”

“That means you also have to trust me, and you’re not going to like what I have to say.” His chest heaves, shifting her whole body. That’s his way of giving in. “Please just talk to John. You know that whenever he leaves, he’ll come back, and try to pretend it never happened. He needs to know you’re human and that he upset you, but also that the case upset you as well. No one’s superhuman, and once you let John in on the fact that you’re not a machine, things between you will be so much easier, because you might agree for once.”

“I suppose you’re right.” He grumbles.

He pulls her into his warmth, hooking her leg around his as he snakes his arms around her back, breathing deeply from the crook of her shoulder. She begins to pepper kisses on his salty skin, savouring the taste with every small swipe of her tongue.

“Your heart’s against my chest, your lips pressed to my neck,” he breaks off with a faint whimper when she sucks a little harder, “I’m falling for your eyes, but they don’t know me yet.”

“Of course they do,” she whispers brokenly, hoarsely, “they’ve always known you.” She swallows thickly, “Does that mean it’s a feeling you’ll forget?”

“No, I don’t think I ever can.”

The silent words that pass between them both are so special, too special to be spoken aloud. ‘Think I’m in love now.’

“Kiss me like you wanna be loved.” He begs.

And really, who is Y/N to deny him? They just stay that way a little while, revelling in their lazy kisses, until she begins to fall asleep. It isn’t the first time she’s fallen asleep in his bed, not by any means, but it’s the first time she’s fallen asleep in his arms. She isn’t mad about it.

“Settle down with me, cover me up, cuddle me in. You were made to keep my body warm.” She smiles into her words, and embeds herself into him, entirely covered by the duvet, spattered in his kisses, safe in his arms. Sherlock feels safe with her legs around him, her fingers in his curls, holding himself against her. Amicable silence is how they drift off, Peaceful.

John re-enters 221B at a respectable hour. He got a fair amount of sleep on Greg’s sofa, having no girlfriend in the picture right now, but not enough to deal with Sherlock just yet. Not before his coffee. He expects to see Sherlock sitting in the exact same spot as when he left, perhaps just with a refill of tea, his fingers still steepled beneath his chin, eyes closed yet wide awake. Instead, he arrives at a seemingly empty, considerably clean flat, with no Sherlock in sight. Perhaps the unsleeping man must actually be asleep, he thinks, so he quietens down, and toes off his shoes before wandering farther into the flat. Even if the man does piss him off extraordinary amounts, perhaps he should just check he’s okay…

He gives the bedroom door a quiet rap, listening in momentarily before pushing it open. Frankly, he’d rather have found Sherlock with a cigarette in hand and the whole flat torn to shreds for the level of surprise he gets upon reaching the bed. His first idea is to scream bloody murder, but that might annoy Mrs Hudson, and upon stepping closer, even in the sliver of daylight through the curtains, he sees the duvet riding down a little. The last thing in the world he ever thought he’d see: Sherlock in naught but boxers pressed against a half naked woman, his palm splayed on her bare thigh. Sherlock? Spooning? It seems so, his entire body pressed to this woman. John feels himself go rigid, his feet glued to the floor, his gaze unmoving from shock.

It takes his phone to buzz in his pocket to get him moving, and when he does, all he tries to do is balance precariously on his tip toes in a wry attempt to get a birds-eye view of the whole thing. He’s not disappointed, or disturbed, once he does, though, his army agility proving useful. Sherlock’s hand is holding her, fingers entwined, just next to her chest. He wonders how comfortable it is, but if they’re staying this way, it can’t be too bad. Maybe all Sherlock needed to loosen up was a good shag.

She’s wearing his shirt, too; Sherlock’s black dress shirt from the previous day. And Sherlock? He never seeps in anything less than a full set of pyjamas, he’s weird like that .

This girl begins to stir, her lips parting gently, small hums escaping. Next, her eyelids flutter, and her hair shifts on the pillow. He didn’t make any noise, did he? John was specifically careful not to, just in case. He doesn’t fancy Sherlock’s wrath just yet.

One eye opens, and she whispers, almost incoherently, “Hi John.”

How she knows his name and who he is, he’s not at all sure, because he doesn’t think he’s ever seen this face in his life. The hair is familiar, and maybe, if she were more awake, he’d recognise her smile, but he’s never seen a woman in Sherlock’s company beside Molly Hooper. Speaking of…

Before he can even say anything, though, before he can ask who she is or if she wants tea or if she date-raped his roommate, she’s mumbling, and detaching her hand from Sherlock’s, rolling over. Dumbfounded, John just stands there and watches her cuddle into Sherlock’s chest, her arms wrapping around his torso like second nature. Even in his sleep, not consciously thinking about his actions, he grips her back - one hand resting just above her bum, and buries his nose into her neck.

John can’t help but smile to himself. Maybe their fight was for the best if Sherlock now has a girlfriend, someone he turned to for solace. So, he grasps for the top of the duvet and pulls it up over both of their figures, reaching their shoulders, and leaves, staring wistfully for a brief moment at the seemingly happy couple.

The weight of the duvet of what startles Sherlock, though, stirring him a little, inviting him to him against Y/N’s skin, smiling with eyes barely open. This is really nice, he thinks to himself, not waking up alone.

She smiles back blearily, and in her morning voice, whispers to him, “Kiss me Mr Detective.”

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newtonsheffield · 2 years

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As per usual Molly your work is amazing!! I loved thank you next!! Idk if it’s been requested but I’m missing jealous Anthony and would love to see him in this one!! You truly are the best!!

Ahhh in celebration of the peak of jealous Anthony I think I'll ever write (Offside horny clown Anthony) let's see a little bit of jealous Anthony here.

Dating Kate Sharma was truly the best thing Anthony had ever done in his entire life. She was smart and witty, and she smelled like flowers, and she kissed his forehead, and left him little caricatures that she's drawn in watercolour of the two of them sticky taped to the screen of his iPad, so that when he took it out at meetings he saw her handwriting

Have a great day! Love, Kate xx

A little cartoon of them, her on his shoulders, Newton twining between his legs bringing a smile to his face, tears pricking at his eyes.

"Everything alright?"

Anthony cleared his throat, still staring down at his screen, ignoring the man he was meeting with. "Yes, of course, I just- I've started seeing someone. And she- she's an illustrator and- she just keeps surprising me, is all."

He'd carefully tugged the drawing free, taping it to the inside of his case.

"Congratulations. Is it serious?" General curiosity, Anthony could tell.

"I think she's going to be my fucking wife one day."

It was truly, the best. Right down to the way her Mother had smiled at him, that very first morning when she'd happened upon them in her own kitchen, smiling a little bemusedly at her daughter rifling through the fridge in Anthony's shirt, Daphne's jeans, and her own stilettos, a clear sign she hadn;t been home in days.

"What's this, katie?"

"It's an Anthony. Say hello, Anthony."

Anthony had darted forward, his cheeks burning, Yes as you can see I've been debauching your daughter this weekend. "Mrs Sharma it's so lovely to meet you."

She'd looked curiously at him as she'd taken his hand, shaking it gently, "And an Anthony is what, darling?"

Kate had finally emerged, an apple in her teeth, and a bottle of chocolate milk in her hand, something so adorable in it, that her mother would keep chocolate milk here for her. "My boyfriend? You said you wanted him to come."

The word burned in his chest, as Mary Sharma let out a sharp gasp, tugging him against her chest in a warm motherly hug, whispering so low he didn't think Kate could hear, "I have lots of questions for you."

"I'd love to answer them."

It was amazing. Except sometimes it was fucking frustrating. And not just because they were both so stubborn they could argue until they were both bright red and screaming at one another. No, it was frustrating because Kate didn't see the effect she had on other people. Didn't see it at all.

Didn't see the way people gravitated towards her. She thought she was perfectly averagely pretty. Pretty in a benign way. As though men (and women) didn't turn their heads when she walked past, something smug and satisfied in Anthony's chest when he saw their faces fall, looking at the way she was touching him, always, her hand in his, her chin on his shoulder, lips on his cheek, her hand in his hair. And she never even noticed. Didn't see the way men moved close to her, brushed past her, how they smiled and flirted and made Anthony's blood fucking boil even in the stupidest of ways.

He was watching her right now, for example, as he stood outside the coffee shop with Newton, his little star wars harness on, nosing around at the tree while Kate was inside, her shorts and sneakers, and the crop of her shirt distracting him more than a little through the window, miles and miles of soft skin on display, her hair in beautiful, wild disarray, burning in his chest. His fingers twitching to sprint back home with her little dog slung over his shoulder to rifle through his sock drawer for the ring that had been in his sock drawer ever since she moved into the house he'd bought with the rest of their lives in mind, shove it on her finger and scream, Aha! She's mine! Mine forever!

And then he saw it. The man behind the counter's eyes lit up as Kate stepped forward, one of her earphone still in place, the other in his own ear because she said she liked when they listened to music together, he didn't even know what song was playing, something about Taylor Swift burying her friend's husband, he didn't care. He never did, always let her choose whatever she wanted to listen to as they strolled around London with her dog. While she complained that the vibe needed to be right. What he cared about was the way this arsehole was ogling the love of his life like she was a piece of meat.

Leaning over the counter as he took her order, his eyes raking over her as she gestured to something in the pastry cabinet. Something hot and angry welling in his chest as Kate smiled that beautiful smile, handing over his card, before she stepped away, still chatting idly with the man as he stepped back to make their order.

"Newton if I let you loose would you attack that barista for me?"

Newton's tongue lolled happily as a woman walking past cooed at him.

Anthony sighed, "I didn't think so. I'm getting your mother an Alsatian to fend off dicks, leering at her legs."

Not wanting to think about the fact that less than a year ago he'd been a dick leering at Kate's legs on his phone screen as he'd fucked into his hand.

He couldn't stand it, couldn't stand the way people stared at her, touched her, tried to worm their way close to her. He hated every second of it. Every- she was smiling at the man now, as he leered back at her, the lech. Ugh, they were absolutely never coming back here ever-

"There you go, honey." She was back, stepping in the circle of his arms her lips brushing his cheek just as the song changed in both their earbuds, a slow ballad, something from the 80's, Journey maybe. He couldn't breathe, didn't care, as he leaned down, his thumb brushing the spot on her hip where is fingerprint was on her forever, heart hammering in his chest as he brought their lips together a little indecently for a Sunday morning on a street corner in Notting Hill, her tongue slipping over his, tasting like the sip of... cranberry iced tea she must have taken as she walked out, mingled with his iced coffee, so she'd taken that too, and he really didn't care about anything but her, nothing but being Kate's forever.

"I love you."

"Love you too." She hummed as she kissed the tip of his nose, a slightly smug feeling in his chest as he saw the barista sigh through the window. "Cutie."

She was the only person in the entire world who thought of him that way. The only person who thought he was sweet and gentle and kind, and he loved it.

Loved looking at her crouch in front of Newton, placing the cup of water in front of him, chuckling as he put his paws on her knee to drink it.

And it was then that something caught his attention. black sharpie marked on the side of her cup, numbers, and a name.

"Dev is trying to get your attention." He hated that he sounded so petulant, so small, as Kate hummed absentmindedly, grinning up at him.

"Who's Dev?"

Anthony nodded at the cup she'd left in his hand, "The Barista I assume."

Kate peered up at it, her eyes widening in surprise before she slid her sunglasses (Probably so she could actually see. he knew she didn't have her contacts in today) on with a sigh, standing. "Well, I feel really bad now, he must have meant it for the girl behind me, and now I've got it."

Anthony let out a guffaw of disbelief, shaking his head as he took the cup, staring down at it mournfully, "Kate, babe, I think he-"

But then he looked at her, slowly nudging her arm around his waist, her hand darting up to straighten his sunglasses for him, hand neatening his hair. And he didn't care, he really didn't, just wanted to be loved by her forever.

"You're beautiful."

Her nose wrinkled up at him as she smiled, her lips brushing his, "Everyone thinks you're so grumpy but you're just a sweet little bean."

Anthony growled playfully in his ear, "I'm not that sweet."

"You're pretty sweet, I like that you don't think you are though." her fingers were twisting in his shirt, the final refrains of the song blasting in both their ears and it just came out.

"Marry me then."

Kate stumbled backwards in surprise, her mouth falling open, because they joked about it all the time, but never so bluntly.

"Anthony are you serious?"

His chest was burning, "I'm deadly serious, Kate. I don't have the ring on me, but it's at home, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, just like this, just us, and whatever kind of dog you convince me to get next."

"It'll be a corgi. We're just corgi people."

Anthony rolled his eyes, tugging on her waist until they were chest to chest, their noses nearly brushing. "Is that a yes?"

Something was building slowly between them, her nose wrinkling up at him, "Of course it's a yes."

Anthony let out an excited roar, brushing her lips against his desperately before he stooped sweeping her up onto his shoulders her delighted laughter drowning out the new song, a stupid happy fucking Ariana grande song was starting the rest of his life for him.

A woman was standing a little way down the path, staring curiously at them, and Anthony couldn't help himself, as they walked past, Newton trotting along beside them, Kate holding his drink down so he could drink from it.

"She's my fiancée. We're getting married."

"Congratulations."

and when it settled in his chest Anthony was fairly certain being married to kate sharma was going to be just as great as dating her

#that really took an unexpected turn #even to me #I was writing it and went oh #okay #thank u next #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly's asks and answers

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pinkteapotwriting · 3 years

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Their Perfect Y/N

Wolfstar x Fem!reader

Warning : Smut, pretty chill though. Daddy kink. That kinda stuff.

Word count : 2532

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Your first order meeting. You were so young, you just got out of Hogwarts considered an adult in the muggle world. Only 18, and you had a war to fight, friends to defend, lives to protect. It’s funny how determined you were to obliterate every death eater, but your heart was caught in your throat at the prospect of entering headquarters. You tried to ignore it, this was the first step to saving the people you cared about. You watched the houses split apart and sucked in a big breath before knocking.

Walking through the doorway was easy enough, being immediately overwhelmed by a high pitched, brutal shriek.

“MUD BLOOD, BLOOD TRAITORS, BESMIRCHING THE HOUSE OF MY FATHERS. DISGUSTING, FILTHY-”

“SHUT UP YOU FUCKING HAG!”

You were frozen in a state of terror, already you were messing up and you haven’t even said anything yet.

“Y/N, right?”

Your wide eyes moved towards the figure with sleek ebony curls. The intense grey eyes were intimidating, but once you looked closer you saw the twinkle of humor in them. You shook his tattooed clad hands and tried not to let your knees buckle under his firm grasp.

“Yes, and I’d ask you yours, but the daily prophet has done a great job of introducing me already.”

His smile was genuine, but you could read into that touch of sadness. But he was quick to shake it off.

“Don’t mind my mother, I promise she’s just as unpleasant as you get to know her.”

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know that-”

“Oh don’t worry about it love. No one told you. It’s amazing that you could come, Remus says you were one of his best students. Really exceptional at defense against the dark arts.”

Heat flushed to your face at the praise and the mention of your favorite professor.

“Professor Lupin is here too?”

Your question was quickly answered when those familiar arms you would stare at entranced in class were draped over Sirius’s shoulders.

“Nice to see you Y/N, but you’re not my student anymore so please, just call me Remus.”

“Feels illegal but sounds good Remus.”

You all found your way to the dining room table and tried your best not to be intimidated by the row of wizards you admired and respected so much. Before you got the chance to breathe though Molly had you trapped in a tight bear hug.

“Oh Y/N, so good to see you dear. Of course I’m not happy about the circumstance, but all the same, glad to know you’re here and safe.”

There was no oxygen left in your lungs to respond, so you just smiled and accepted her warm embrace.

“Molly, if you want her safe and healthy you might want to give her the chance to breathe.”

Grateful for Remus’s interjection you gave Molly a quick peck on the cheek, while she released you bashfully.

“Thank you Molly.”

The meeting itself was fine, it was the dinner afterwards that had you terrified, because right across from you was Sirius and Remus. Two of the most attractive men you’ve ever seen and their unrelenting questions and invested eye contact had the embarrassment coming up all at the same time. That didn’t deter them though. If anything it sprung even more questions and conversation starters. You didn’t even notice everyone else had left, leaving just you three at the table. You were cupping some tea between both hands, while Remus was leaning against Sirius’s shoulder. Sirius was replicating the affection by wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

It was peaceful, never had you felt so comfortable in the presence of other people before. So safe.

“Y/N, I’m glad you came, like I said Remus speaks very highly of you and we need all the help we can get. So if you want to invite your boyfriend or something to join, you should.”

“Oh, I don’t have a boyfriend actually, but speaking of which I had no idea you guys were together. You’re a really beautiful couple.”

Remus only smiled a little, but Sirius’s grin was proud.

“Thanks Y/N, you’re really quite beautiful too. We’re actually not gay though though, we’re both bisexual. We’ve even been known to have thirds in relationships. Nothing permanent though, haven’t found that right person.”

“Does that mean that you’re still open to-?

“Oh absolutely, there’s this girl we actually have our eyes set on right now.”

Your face fell.

“Oh, well if you two like her then she must be lovely.”

Remus and Sirius shared a look, clearly amused by your cluelessness and we all know what teases they can be. Remus spoke up this time.

��OH yeah, she’s a darling. She just joined the order.”

“She has Y/H/C and Y/E/C. Exactly our type wouldn’t you say Remus?”

“An absolute beauty, exactly our type that’s for sure.”

“Yeah, she looks particularly cute when she holds a cup of tea, with an adorable confused expression.”

“I don’t understand, well I think I do but-”

Remus was sitting up straight now, zoning in on your troubled expression.

“Y/N, we want you. If you’re uncomfortable we can drop it and give you space from here on out and we’re so sorry for making you-”

“Wait. You guys like me? Like that?”

Sirius snorted at your surprise.

“How could we not? You’re completely captivating. Do you feel the same love?”

“I do, it’s just that I’m not experienced, like, at all. And you guys are so it’s intimidating.”

“We would never want to do anything to make you uncomfortable or unsafe. How about we talk more about this more tomorrow.”

Remus’s words were sincere, and well thought out. Yours were less eloquent, much more desperate sounding than you would have liked.

“No please, I need you now.”

Sirius was a man who smiled a lot. Always quick to let out a genuine, hearty laugh. But this was different. It was a taunting smile, a dangerous smile. And you were completely captivated.

“Yeah? What’s got you so needy love? No one’s done anything yet.”

The table between you felt like it was keeping you miles apart. So you pouted, but Remus tutted.

“Answer his question Pup, good girls speak up when told to.”

“I-I don’t know, I can’t help it. I’ve never felt like this before and I just need you.”

---

Clothes were discarded slower than you deemed necessary. Their clothes at least, not yours. You were only left in your underwear. They really just wanted to take their time with you, not worried about them, but you. You just looked so pretty sprawled out on their bed, it was impossible not to stop and admire your trembling figure. Remus slid behind you, allowing you to rest against his now bare chest. While Sirius knelt in between your legs, hovering over you, thumb running over your bottom lip.

“So pretty baby. Can I take these off now?”

He was referring to your panties and you were all too eager to be rid of them. Except Sirius was still fully clothed, which wasn’t exactly ideal.

“Sure, but could you take this off?” You tugged at the bottom of his shirt suggestively, but Remus was tugging your arms back.

“That’s not how we ask for what we want love, try again.”

You bore into Sirius’s grey eyes. The twinkle of humour was gone, there was love and respect there, but mostly they were filled with hunger. His blatant lust had you nervous, not ever experiencing such intensity before. It had you subconsciously closing your legs. So Sirius was pouting.

“Darling you don’t have to be shy, we like hearing what you have to say.”

You sighed and spread your legs again while Remus robbed your arms soothingly.

“S-siri, can you take off your shirt please. I wanna see you.”

“Good girl for asking so nice.”

He departed from the bed to remove all but his boxers, and it just reaffirmed that you’d be spending hours tracing his tattoos later. Emphasise on the later, cause at the moment you’d rather spend time with him doing something else. He seemed to be feeling much the same, but had to pause to chuckle at your dazed reaction.

“See something you like?”

“Yeah.”

“Me too.”

Remus pressed a kiss to the back of your head.

“Alright love, you ready? Do you want this?”

“Yes, please. Do you want this?”

“Of course love.”

Once Sirius was nestled between your thighs again he gave one reassuring peck before making his journey downward. He started sucking right below your ear, and you were already whimpering. He could get drunk on that noise. All the sounds you released so willingly as he nipped your collar bone, kissed your hip, and sank his teeth into your inner thigh. Right next to where you needed him most. He didn’t give you much time to complain though, cause soon enough that last barrier of clothing was being discarded and your fingers found their way through his black tresses. The vibrations of his moan against your clit had you bucking into his face. He kept his palms planted firmly on your thighs.

“That feel good Puppy? No one’s ever made you feel like this huh? Gotta stay still though, can’t make you feel good of you can’t stay still.”

“F-feels so good.”

“I know baby, Moony how bout you help her practice for another time.”

Remus seemed to understand what he meant and you were confused until-

“Open up pretty girl.”

Until Remus’s fingers were brushing past your lips. You started sucking on them as if it was second nature.

Sirius went back to suckling against your clit, but this time one of his fingers was teasing your entrance. Which once had you whining against Remus’s fingers, so he pulled them out to let you speak.

“What is it baby.”

“P-Please Siri.”

“By that way, how does she taste?”

He answered by inserting his pointer finger briefly before bringing it to Remus’s lips. Remus released it with a dramatic pop.

“Now I think I’m jealous, Hurry up Pads so I can get a turn.”

You never thought you had this type of response in you, but Sirius’s fingers thrusting in and out of you was sending shocks through your body. Every touch burned in the best way possible and it was only a short matter of time until the coil snapped.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and cum for us Y/N?”

“Y-yeah. Please, feels so good.”

“Bet it does, let go for us darling, I know you can.”

He placed delicate kisses across your shoulders as you released all over Sirius’s face and fingers. Despite not being the one who came Sirius parted ruefully with a heaving chest. Remus beckoned him closer and as soon as he was within reach Remus was cleaning off his glistening face with his tongue. A sight you found all too arousing.

“Did so good Y/N, you too Pads. My turn now.”

“Please I need to be inside of her so bad.”

Remus pondered for a moment.

“Could you be gentle with her as she needed. You’d have to be.”

“She was clenching around my fingers… don’t know how I’d respond with her wrapped around my cock. You’re right Moony.”

And there you were, wishing they’d skip the whole talking like you weren’t even there, and just fuck you already. Luckily your desire looked as if it was going to be satiated shortly as Remus and Sirius switched places. When Remus removed his clothes you stared at his member with complete and utter desire. He mistook it for nervousness though.

“It’s alright love, if you want to stop we can. We can go at your pace and I promise if you’re in any pain at all that we can-”

Your voice sounded pained, raspy and desperate as if you were being deprived of oxygen.

“Remmy, I need you. Please I need it so bad.”

He sighed in relief and stroked his length as he settled over top of you.

“I got you. Such a good girl using her manners. Tell me if it hurts at all okay.”

Chest against chest was not close enough, even that could not satisfy the desire, the need, to be close to Remus. It seemed he was replicating your feelings as he drank up every moan that flew past your lips. If Sirius wasn’t rubbing your arms and soothing your hairline you never would have been grounded enough to tell that this was reality.

“Fuck, you weren’t kidding Pads. She’s so tight I can barely move. You feel so good love.”

Your high pitched moans were gradually becoming more staccato as Remus thrust into you.

“I-it’s not my fault you’re so big.”

“S’ not a bad thing at all Pup. You like my cock, you like being stretched out like this?”

“Yes yes yes. So much, please please Da-”

Embarrassment creeped up from the back of your mind, all the way to your cheeks, but Sirius noticed.

“What were you gonna call him baby. C’mon now, don’t be shy.”

Remus halted his movements to stare at your face intently.

“I- I don’t wanna, M’embarrassed”

Remus gave one more thrust to emphasise his point.

“Say it.”

You knew by the stern look on his face it was better to obey, or else you wouldn’t get what you wanted.

“Daddy, please let me cum. You feel so good. You’re so big daddy I-fuck”

You were cut off by your own moaning as Remus proceeded to thrust at a rapid pace.

“Cum then.”

It was like you were being blindsided. If you were standing you would have been knocked off your feet. Sirius held your hand the whole way, and your grip only tightened as Remus chased his own high.

“Where do you want me to cum baby?”

“Please cum inside me Daddy.”

“Yeah, you want Daddy to breed you? So pretty and innocent, didn’t know you were so dirty baby. I’m gonna stuff you full sweet girl- FUCK.”

He bit into your shoulder as he painted your insides with his release, and you found yourself whimpering as he pulled out. Remus was always a good caretaker though.

“It’s alright sweetheart. You did so good. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“No wait-”

“What is it pup?”

“Siri needs to feel good too.”

“If you’re sure then go ahead love.” Remus scootched out of the way so Sirius could situate you where he wanted. And that was face pressed into the mattress apparently. He sheathed himself fully inside of you, pressed his chest against your back so he could reach your ear and whisper.

“My turn, we’ll see who you’re calling Daddy at the end of this.”

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Bonus

The prospect of war was terrifying. You were so focused on protecting everyone around you. So it was a great comfort knowing, as you slept in between Sirius and Remus, that you had two people who would go to all ends to keep you safe.

Because besides each other they now had something even more undeniably precious.

You.

Their perfect Y/N.

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itsthewritergal · 3 years

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I need to know you’re safe - D.M x Weasley!Reader (Odd One Out)

PART 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

I can’t believe we’re so far in already!! I hope everyone enjoys this part :) Let me know xx

The Quidditch world cup was a spectacle to say the least. Y/N was secretly pleased that Harry, Hermione and Cedric would be joining them. She knew that Draco would be there, but it comforted her to know that she wouldn’t be alone in facing him. Draco had written Y/N letters over the summer, apologising for his behaviour, he had even sent one to Hagrid apologising; which resulted in Y/N getting a stream of letters from Hagrid stating how sorry Draco was. Y/N knew that Draco felt bad but it didn’t excuse his behaviour, especially with something he knew Y/N was so upset about.

“Whatcha thinking bout?” Cedric asked,

“nothing important” Y/N replied as they walked past the rows of tents,

“So definitely not about that Slytherin Boyfriend of yours?” Cedric teased

“He’s not my boyfriend” She said

“But you are thinking about him?” He smirked, Y/N rolled her eyes. Wishing that she wasn’t so easy to be read by Cedric.

“He’s been writing to me all summer” Y/N explained

“Saying what?” Cedric asked her gently.

“He said he was sorry” She said “Quite a few times actually” Y/N chuckled slightly, Draco was never known for apologising

“Well I didn’t expect that” Cedric said, he slung his arm over her shoulders “You know what I think?” He started “I know you’re about to tell me” Y/n mused

“I think he likes you, but he’s been so used to putting on this mean slytherin facade that the moment you showed up, you scared him”

“I scared him?” Y/N repeated with a laugh. The thought itself was ridiculous to her, Draco would never be scared of her.

“In a good way, like in a I’m so in love she can break my heart way”

“You really think that?” she said, there was a small part of her which wished that it were true, but that had been buried deep down under the voice that told her she was being ridiculous to think he could fall in love with her

“I know he’s in love with you. All you have to do is look at him when you walk in a room” Cedric said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. But Y/N couldn’t see it, thinking back to all the times she had spent with Draco he just acted as though they were friends; just how he acted with Blaise and Pansy. Except he was a little more protective of Y/N and he always had to have his arm around her but that was just because they were friends. Shaking her head and letting out a laugh to mask her confusion

“You’re wrong Cedric. We’re just friends” She said

“Right, and I’m dumbledore” He mused, “You’ll see” He said

— — — — — — —

“Weasley” Lucius Malfoy’s voice cut through the stands,

“Malfoy” Arthur said plastering a fake smile across his face “How are you?” “We’re doing well aren’t we Draco?” Lucius said lifting his cane and tapping Draco on the stomach, he winced a little, Y/N caught the way his hand lingered over his middle as if he was already hurt

“Yes we are doing well” Draco nodded, his eyes never once leaving Y/N’s

“Well I hope you enjoy the match” Arthur said

“Oh we will,” Lucius smirked “We’re sitting in the ministers box you know! Invitation of Fudge himself” He added

“Lucius, no need to boast” Narcissa cut him off

“We should go” Y/N said to her father, hoping to cut the hostile conversation short

“Yes you wouldn’t want to miss the match, although from where you are sitting I doubt you’ll be able to see a thing” Lucius said with a laugh, Draco barely cracked a smile

“Y/N” He said “I’ll see you on the train Draco” Y/N replied, a ghost of a smile crossing over her face “Bloody morons” Ron muttered as they began climbing yet another metal staircase

“He’s a git” Fred chimed in

“The whole family are gits” George added

“Draco didn’t seem too bad today” Ginny said, “Perhaps he’s changing” She said hopefully

“Draco’s never been like his family. You all just don’t want to see it” Y/N snapped,

“That’s rich coming from the girl who won’t answer his letters” Fred said with a laugh

“Shove off” Y/N fired back

— — — — — —

“Draco? What are you doing here?” Arthur asked, ushering Draco into their tent

“I should have said something before” He said quickly

“Before what?” Amos questioned, drawing the attention of the rest of the Weasleys, Cedric, Harry and Hermione

“There’s something happening tonight. Something about You Know Who, you didn’t hear this from me. I could get killed if anyone finds out I told you” He said hurriedly, his eyes locked on Y/N “I need to know you’re safe. I need to know you’re all safe” He said

“I don’t understand” Arthur said “How do you know all this?”

“I heard my father, please we don’t have time for questions. You need to get out of here” He said,

“He’s right” Fred said pocking his head out the tent, “There’s tents being lit on fire over there” He said hurriedly

“Right” Amos said with a nod

“Harry, Hermione, Ron stay together” Arthur instructed “Cedric, Fred George you must look after Y/N and Ginny. Draco stay with them too, you can come back to ours. I’ll tell your parents we found you on your own when we were getting to the portkey” Draco nodded gratefully.

Fred grasped Ginny’s hand and George grabbed Y/N’s.

“Thanks” George said quietly before they left the tent.

Y/N was dragged out of the tent sandwiched between George and Draco. Smoke billowed up into the sky, flames licked around the tents hungrily. Y/N tripped on a tent pole, Fred, George, Ginny, Draco were swept away with the rest of the crowd. Y/N shouted for Draco but there was no reply. Her ankle was burning in pain, nevertheless she picked herself and began to run towards where she thought the portkey was. Cursing herself for not paying more attention to her surroundings.

“Y/N!” Draco’s voice cut through the crowd

“Draco?” She called, her eyes scanning the crowd hoping that she’d catch sight of Draco somewhere but she had no kind of luck.

“Y/N” The voice called again,

Y/N continued running. Her ankle threatening to give out with every step, she knew she had to keep running. Slowing down for a split second Y/N tensed as a hand wrapped around her wrist. She screamed an attempted to throw off her attacker

“It’s me darling, it’s only me” Draco said gently engulfing her in a hug. Y/N calmed down instantly as the smell of his cologne filled her head. “We need to get to the portkey” he said, she nodded and began hobbling after him, Draco slowed for a moment once he realised how badly Y/N was running “You’re hurt?” He asked

“It’s fine, we need to keep going” She said

“You sure?” He asked, she nodded. Fearful that if she responded with words then she might start crying. Draco gave her a wary look before taking her hand and running again with her.

— — — — —

“Y/N!” Cedric beamed once her and Draco appeared on the other side of the portkey

“What happened?” Ginny asked running up to her

“I tripped, hurt my ankle then got lost. Draco helped me” She said

“Come on, let me have a look at your ankle” Draco said gently, scooping Y/N up so that she didn’t have to walk towards the Burrow. Y/N started to protest for Draco not letting her walk but he shushed her quickly.

“Y/N? What happened?” Molly asked

“She tripped over, I think she may have hurt her ankle, Could I sit her on the sofa?” Draco said.

“Of course” Molly said,

Y/N sat where Draco placed her, he held her ankle in his hand. It was bruising swiftly, the once clear skin was now mottled with purple patches.

“It looks like it’s broken to me” Draco said

“You aren’t a healer” Molly said in a tone much harsher than both Draco and Y/N were expecting

“I know I’m not, but I’m a quidditch player and I know what broken bones look like” Draco said

“Thank you for your help but I think we’ve got this” Arthur said

“You better be getting home then” Molly added

“You’re right, I’ve overstayed my welcome” Draco said with a curt nod to Molly, “I’ll see you soon” he said to Y/N gently,

“You are always welcome here” Arthur said “Why don’t you stay for dinner?” Draco paused but after seeing Molly’s scowling face “I better get home” “Would you like me to come and explain things to your father?” Arthur asked “Better if I do it myself. You know what he can get like”

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deanstead · 3 years

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Trust

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Warnings: Slight angst

Requested by @anotherfan07: Could I request a Jay imagine where the reader is younger and the unit don’t think she’s really into him, that maybe she’s trying to get something! Maybe Hailey “catches” her being suspicious and hanging with a guy but in reality she’s trying to make a surprise for Jay! Maybe they confront the reader and Jay gets upset for not trusting her! Could ended it with a happy ending Thank you very much!!

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this! I’m still watching Chicago halfway (chronologically watching all three) and I haven’t seen a lot of Hailey yet so I’m not confident that I managed to express her parts well enough, I hope this turned out okay! Feedback always appreciated! Requests for Jay x Reader are still open, ask away! ^^

*gif not mine*

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You looked up from your drink just as the door to Molly’s opened and he walked in.

Jay Halstead. He was impossible to miss when he walked into a room.

You had met Jay a few months ago when you had just moved in and settled into Chicago, alone. Then you had met Jay, the force of attraction almost magnetic from that first moment. At least, for you it had been.

Jay’s smile widened when he saw you, waving and making a beeline for you. “Heya, Y/N.” he greeted, as your heart skipped a couple of beats without your permission.

“Hey Jay.” You replied, taking a few deep breaths to make sure you sounded calmer than you felt, hoping he didn’t notice. Jay eyed your almost empty beer bottle before taking his usual drink from Herrmann, adding, “My tab” as he pointed to you.

Herrmann grinned and nodded. “Attaboy.”

“Haven’t seen you in a few days.” Jay commented, turning back to you, effectively shutting down any protests you might have had about him paying for your drink.

“Missed me?” you shot back, a comeback he used on you pretty often and Jay chuckled before waving at someone over your shoulder.

“I gotta…” He pointed to a table behind me and I turned, realising he was here with his team.

You nodded. “I’ll see you around.”

Jay paused, “Everything’s okay right?”

You laughed. “Yeah, perfect. Thanks for the drink.” You raised your beer bottle and he laughed, patting you on the shoulder.

Jay weaved his way through the crowd towards the rest of his team who were already settled in here, most of their drinks almost half drunk. Hailey raised her eyebrows at him, as if she was waiting for an explanation.

“Something you wanna tell me?” Hailey asked.

“What?” Jay asked, real confusion lacing his voice.

Hailey nodded her head towards you.

“She’s a friend.” Jay responded, taking a gulp of his drink.

Adam laughed. “Oh come on, not gonna speak for Jay but do we really think a younger girl like Y/N is interested in Jay?”

Jay raised his eyebrows at Adam, punching him on the arm. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Kevin laughed as well.

Hailey looked back at Jay. “You sure she’s not trying to get something out of this?”

Jay frowned, “What do you mean?”

“Just looking out for you. You don’t really know her. She breezes into town a few months ago, no one knows anything about her. Just… be careful alright?”

Jay glanced at you, your back turned to him, taking the last gulp of your beer as you got up to leave. “She’s a good person.” He responded, waving at you when you turned in his direction before you left the bar.

---

Hailey pushed the door of the café open, stepping out onto the street, squinting against the sunlight while holding the usual 2 cups of coffee for Jay and herself. As she was about to get into her car, she spotted a familiar person from the corner of her eye and turned.

You were standing at the end of the street, looking down at your phone when a man Hailey didn’t recognise walked towards you. She watched as you sprung up, hugging the older man, a bright smile on your face as he discreetly handed you a small bag.

Hailey quickly got into her stationary car, so that she could continue to watch you without being seen. You looked up and down the street before peering into the bag and looking up at the older man, an even brighter smile shining across your face.

“Damn it.” Hailey muttered under her breath, starting her car, now even more sure you were taking Jay for a ride after what she had witnessed.

Despite Jay’s denial that he was interested in you, Hailey could almost read Jay like a book. You, on the other hand, she hadn’t been sure about and now, she felt almost certain that she had been right about you all along.

Hailey glanced uncertainly at Jay, as she walked in, placing the coffee cup on his desk. “Thanks.” Jay said, without looking up from his computer.

Hailey glanced up at Voight’s empty office, wondering if she should just bring it up with Jay now, while they still had time, before a new case dropped in their laps.

Jay noticed Hailey hovering and looked up. “You okay?”

“Jay… about Y/N…” Hailey began, studying his face.

If she didn’t know Jay well enough, she might have missed the small frown that crossed his face as he pushed his chair backwards.

“Look…” Hailey said, before Jay could say anything. “I know you think she’s a good girl, and that she’s sweet but…”

“But?” Jay asked.

Hailey sighed, “Has she said anything about what she wants from you?” She paused again as Jay kept silent, watching her.

“I saw her today. With a guy.”

Jay looked up, the frown crossing his face again.

“Jay… it didn’t look good, they were meeting at the corner of that street, you know…” Hailey raised her coffee cup. “He passed her a package and she hugged him. I think…”

Jay interrupted her this time. “Yeah, I get it.” Jay felt a wave of disappointment washing over him, its intensity surprising even himself.

They remained silent until the silence was broken by Jay’s phone. He read it quietly without saying anything before Hailey asked, “Jay?”

Jay sighed, “She wants to meet.”

“Do it. Let’s just cut to the chase and ask her what she wants.”

Jay hesitated but finally agreed, his fingers quickly typing a reply.

---

You lay on your couch, drumming your fingers against the fabric, holding back your urge to check your phone. Before long, you felt the notification vibration.

Sure. Molly’s at 6?

You smiled, glancing at the box that was now sitting on your coffee table. Sending him a quick emoji, you sat up. It was still early but maybe you would pick out something to wear. You really hoped this would turn out well.

---

You paused as you stood outside Molly’s, taking a deep breath. It was early, so you knew it would still be quiet, which hopefully was a good thing.

You pushed open the door stepping into the familiar bar, which was empty except for Jay. And Hailey… Confusion hit you but you pushed the uneasy feeling down and stepped forward, heading towards them.

“Hey.” You greeted them.

You hadn’t spoken to Hailey much, so you weren’t sure why she was here with Jay. Maybe they were on a case and Jay was just stopping by for a short while.

Jay didn’t look up but Hailey pushed herself off the bar stool.

“Let’s cut to the chase.”

You frowned, looking from her to Jay, who still hadn’t glanced in your direction.

“What?” You asked.

“Whatever you’re trying to get from… this…” Hailey pointed between you and Jay. “I don’t know what you think you can get out of this but drop it, okay?”

“What?” You repeated, really confused now. “I don’t…”

Hailey sighed. “Look, I saw you this morning with that guy. Whatever you think you can get from Jay… let’s just save everyone’s time. We don’t want to know what it is. Let’s just end this now.”

You felt your gut flip over and the wave of disappointment that hit you felt like it was constricting your heart.

“You think I…” You sputtered before you took a deep breath. “Jay? Are you in on this…?”

You trailed off as Jay looked up, the look in his eyes everything you needed to know yet didn’t want to know.

You swallowed past the lump in your throat. “Not that I owe anyone an explanation but I just needed to get a package from him…” You could feel your body start to tremble.

“A package?” Jay spoke up for the first time and you could feel your heart clenching so hard it was almost impossible to breathe.

Your nails were digging into your palms. You stepped forward, moving around Hailey to stand in front of Jay. “Yes, a package from my older brother. My older brother who drove 123 miles from Madison to pass me a package I asked for.”

You took the box out of your bag and placed it on the counter as Jay’s eyes widened looking at you.

“A package I was excited to give to you. Until now.” You struggled to keep your voice steady. “Happy Birthday Halstead.”

“Y/N…” Jay spoke but you turned away, moving towards the door.

“Do me a favour.” You turned to look at both of them. “The next time you guys wanna pull this Intelligence crap, do it all the way.”

You could barely see Jay’s face anymore as you felt the hot tears well up in your eyes. Spinning around, you marched out the door, no longer sure if you were hurt, disappointed, angry or all three combined.

Jay watched you march out of the bar, frozen to his chair, pretty sure he had seen tears glistening in your eyes before you had turned away. Hailey’s expression was just as shocked as his before they turned to the box you had left behind on the counter.

Quietly, Jay opened it and in there sat a charming wristwatch, with the initials J.H. engraved into it. It was a beautiful piece and something you must have gone to a lot of trouble to get done.

“Jay… I’m sorry… I just…” Hailey apologised.

Jay shook his head. “You were just looking out for me. It’s me… I can’t believe I…” he muttered, looking up.

“I gotta go.” Jay pulled back his stool and looked at Hailey.

Hailey nodded as Jay jogged out of the bar, looking up and down the street but you had already disappeared.

Jay looked back down at the box he held in his hand and put his hand up to his face. “What the hell Jay, you’re a jerk.” He muttered to himself.

---

You slammed your door behind you as you sunk to the floor, finally allowing the hot angry tears to flow down your face.

You had told yourself not to let your guard down when you had moved. You had told yourself you were going to be fine on your own and it had been working until Jay Halstead had come crashing into your life. You had stupidly thought the connection had been too strong to be fake. Even if all he saw you as was a younger sister, it was something.

Instead, he had seen you as a fraud – someone who was trying to gain something from him. He thought you were someone who made use of personal relationships. Your heart clenched tightly again and you closed your eyes, taking deep breaths.

When you felt you had calmed down enough, you got up and made your way further into the house, only to be interrupted by a knock at the door. You glanced at the clock on the wall, wondering who would be knocking on your door at dinner time. You hadn’t even ordered any food.

You opened the door only to be greeted by the one person you weren’t ready to see.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, your voice the coldest Jay had ever heard.

Jay raised the box of pizza and a six-pack of beer. “I brought a peace offering.” His voice was more somber than usual as well, although he tried to smile at you.

You didn’t say anything and didn’t move from the door either.

“Y/N… let’s talk, please?”

You already felt yourself giving in although you gave a half-hearted protest before Jay stepped into your apartment anyway, putting the pizza and beer down on the counter.

You closed the main door, walking past him further into your apartment without facing him. “I don’t think we have anything to talk about.”

“Yes, we do.” Jay insisted and you turned to face him.

You raised your eyebrows. “Alone? Don’t you need your friends here?”

“Look, I’m sorry. I was a jerk.”

You could literally feel your heartrate quickening again and that unsettling disappointment and anger rising up to your chest once again.

You finally spoke. “I thought maybe you just saw me as a little sister. And you know, I was fine with that, I could handle that. But a fraud, Jay? Is that what you thought of me?” You could feel your voice rising with every word that came out of your mouth but it was like you didn’t have control over yourself anymore.

“If that’s what you thought of me, why the hell have you been treating me like… like I mattered?” You were speaking way too loudly now, a hot tear rolling down your cheek without your say-so. Angrily, you brushed it aside, taking another deep breath. “What, was this your big test? To see what I would ask from you? Nothing, I didn’t want anything from you and I still don’t want anything from you. Good talk. The door’s that way.”

You turned away again, your heart clenching harder in your chest as another tear rolled down your cheek. It took all your energy to continue standing upright when all you wanted to do was roll up into a ball and cry out all your anger and disappointment.

When you were met with silence, you glanced behind you but Jay was just quietly standing there. “I know I was a jerk, I’m sorry. When I heard you were with another guy, I just…”

“What, Jay? You thought I was shacking it up with some other guy but I was trying to come on to you, because I needed something from you? I thought we had a connection. Even if you didn’t have feelings for me, I thought it was a genuine connection-“

Jay didn’t wait for you to finish. Instead, he closed the gap between the both of you in three strides, cupping your face with both his hands and bringing his warm lips down onto yours. In midsentence, your eyes widened but before you could protest you were swept into the kiss, almost like being sucked into a vortex, his lips brushing gently against yours before becoming firmer and firmer. Your stomach was tied up in knots, the butterflies were working overtime as you felt yourself sinking deeper and deeper before Jay gently pulled away, as if afraid to take it too far.

The room was almost spinning by the time Jay pulled away. You pulled your gaze away from his green eyes and he cleared his throat awkwardly. “It was a genuine connection, if you didn’t realise that already.” Jay said softly as your eyes snapped back up to him.

“I was a prick. I just… everyone said it didn’t seem like you were really interested in me so I… look, I’m sorry. I’ve been beating myself up since before you stormed out of Molly’s back there. I can’t believe I doubted you for even a second…” Jay started rambling.

“Jay.”

Jay didn’t let his eyes leave you for a second. “I’m sorry. Will you please let me make it up to you?”

You sighed as you looked up at him, your eyes flicking to the customised watch that you had almost thrown at him, now sitting snugly on his wrist. “Not if you don’t trust me.”

“Never again, I swear. I promise.” Jay said. “You want me to admit it? I behaved like an idiot, because I was jealous.”

You finally cracked a smile and Jay moved even closer, your bodies almost touching again. “And if you didn’t already know…”

He paused.

“Little sister my ass.”

You didn’t say anything, but you couldn’t anyway as Jay wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him, bringing his lips to yours once again.

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xmalfoyweasleyx · 3 years

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I hate that girl - F.W

Summary: Fred doesn’t really know how to cope. He hates y/n and everyone loves her. But is the feeling truly hate, or something else?

Warnings: Mean Fred, eating, semi-smut it's just oral: male receiving, a little hair pulling and stuff like that :)

A/N: Maybe I'm going to write a PART 2, with the rest of the smut? Idk? What do you guys think? x

Words: 2,1k

It was summer, finally, my favourite season. I sat at the table with my family at the Burrow, enjoying my moms dinner.

“So, y/n is coming tomorrow mom, you remember?” Ron asked while trying to put a big piece of meat in his mouth.

“Of course I remember dear!” Molly smiled.

“Pfffttt ohno” I sighed, making the whole dinner table glare at me.

“Don’t be mean Fred, I really don’t know what’s wrong with you” Ginny said angrily.

What was wrong with me? That girl was wrong.

I hated how my whole family fell for her trap. Like she’s so innocent. They all believed her act. But I knew the truth, I hated the girl. She wasn’t sweet and shy and helpful. I just knew it. She couldn’t be. I didn’t believe it.

I never liked the girl. She visits us every year, being very good friends with... yea, almost every person here.

She was a liar, I saw it in her eyes. The girl was always like: “Molly can I help with the dishes” or “Hey George, I looooveee the new joke product” with her silly sweet voice.

No I didn’t fall for that. She didn’t even say those things to me any more, I've already scared her away. Well, great. That’s great.

“I really don’t understand why you hate her that much Freddie” George sighed when we were back in our bedroom.

"Well and I don't understand why you like her that much Georgie, are you in love with her or something?" I accused him.

"It seems like you are the one in love with her, silly brother" he answered laughing.

What the hell??

"WHAT? For God's sake! Why would you even think that?!" I screamed defensively. George only laughed.

"I give up" he smiled. Leaving me extremely irritated.

Me in love with y/n, like I said, I hate that girl.

I almost threw up seeing the girl acting like that.

We were all welcoming her in the living room. She hugged Ginny, then my mum and Ron and... you know how it goes.

Then she hugged George giving him a kiss on the cheek. Urgh disgusting. It was my turn. It was clear she didn't really know what to do. It was pretty awkward.

"Fred" she nodded staring at me full of doubt. She gave me a sad look and I almost fell for it.

I knew my sister was looking at me with eyes full of anger without even looking her way. I couldn't take it any more and just left without saying a word.

"I'm sorry about him" I heard George saying to her. "It's okay" she answered softly.

It was quiet at the burrow, everyone was already asleep. I've always been the only person in this house that stays up this late.

I was getting tired so I decided to get ready for bed. Even George had ignored me all evening, I don't get it, why are they this mad? I mean, okay, I wasn't very nice to y/n. But I can do what I want and I can dislike who I want, what do they have to do with it?

So I opened the bathroom door and before I could process what happened, my face was already bright red. Y/n was changing, her, apparently pretty, chest was bare in front of me.

The first thing I did was slap my hand to my face, trying to close my eyes and hide the redness. What the actual fuck, did I just see the girl naked?

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE THIS LATE" I screamed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I should've locked the door, I'm sorry" she answered embarrassed.

Okay how could I ever get this image out of my fucking head?! Yes, she did have an impressive body, and...but... BUT NO FRED, NO.

"Stop apologizing all the time, for god's sake, it makes me crazy" I hissed angrily.

She didn't really answer and she ran past me, I didn't even see the look on her face. Maybe that was a good thing, because I knew I may have been a bit too mean this time...

"Fuck Fred, keep going" y/n moaned, she looked like a mess and her perfect boobs bounced up and down when she rode me. It was the hottest and the best thing I've ever felt. Moans and grunts left my mouth. "Fuck I'm cumming baby" I grunted.

Suddenly a loud knock on my bedroom door woke me up. Y/n wasn't there any more.

Shit, was this a dream, an actual sex dream? About her?

"FRED WAKE UP IT'S ALREADY 1 PM, WE'RE GOING TO SWIM!" I heard my little sister scream at the door.

I freaked out immediately. I could never face y/n again after this, why did it happen? Why is my brain like this? And then I had a little problem down there too, I had an obvious boner.

"I'm coming Gin wait a minute" I answered nervously.

An hour later, I finally reached the lake that was a mile away from the burrow. The others were already there.

Great, swimming.

The dream was still spinning around in my head. I was so confused and like it couldn't get any worse, they decided to swim. Why today?

This was the worst moment ever to see y/n in her bikini. I saw her from a distance. God she looked hot. Her perfect boobs in the red bikini top, and damn it, that ass...

Bloody hell, STOP IT FRED, I just got rid of my boner, I don't need it to come back again.

"There you are Freddie, finally!" George smiled when he saw me. Damn it.

Y/n looked up too, still smiling at me even though all the mean things I said or did to her. Her hair was in a perfect bun and I could see her red bikini better now. I never really realized how sexy and good she looks until now, until the moment I walked in on her changing this night. Or maybe that was the problem, maybe I always knew, but shut it out?

But what if this was her trap again? The trap everyone fell for except me. I couldn't allow myself to fall for it, I promised myself!

I walked up to them and tried to get out of my confusing thoughts. "I'm sorry I didn't realize I slept for so long" I answered trying to sound okay.

"Guess it's because you were still up pretty late" y/n joked. Her pretty smile appeared and out of nowhere my legs were weak, like jelly.

"Fuck y/n SHUT UP, SHUT THE HELL UP" I snapped out of nowhere. My face went red and the others looked at me in shock.

It was quiet, y/n gaped at me, speechless.

"I.. I-" I tried to apologize when I saw y/n her hurt eyes, but nothing came out. My heart broke when a tear fell down her cheek. Maybe I was wrong about her.

I was the bad person in this story, not her.

She ran away and I heard her sobbing behind me.

It wasn't a trap, she never acted like she was an innocent sweet girl, she really was an innocent sweet girl. It wasn't her trap, it was my own trap, a trap I made up in my own head.

I heard sobs coming from her room. I stood behind the door. I promised my siblings I would apologize, because it was true, maybe I was wrong about her.

I opened the door slowly.

"Fred, please go away, you don't have to act like you're sorry because I'm crying. I know you hate me." she sobbed when she saw me.

“N-no, I, I don’t know what’s wrong with me” I stuttered.

She looked confused. Her red eyes really broke my heart. It was my fault.

I sat next to her on the floor and put my hand on her leg. She seemed shocked.

“Why do you hate me?” she whispered.

I sighed. Not really knowing what to answer.

“I don’t hate you, I just had the wrong idea about you y/n, I’m stupid.” I answered.

It was weird, she was still in her bikini and this was so not the right moment, but I felt that bulge in my swimming trunks appear again. I guess it’s because of the dream that was still so damn clear in my head. And of course, the fact that my hand was stroking down her bare leg.

Before I could cover it up, her eyes were already on it. Fuck.

We both didn’t utter a word. It was silent.

“You have a problem down there” she whispered, breaking the silence.

I gulped, trying to not get red.

“Is that why you hate me? You just want to fuck me?” she grinned extremely bold.

I wasn’t really used to being this speechless. But she was right. So, so right. So I just nodded.

Suddenly she was on my lap. My breath hitched in my throat. Her, so perfect, boobs now pressed to my bare chest.

“You make me crazy, I can’t even explain how crazy y/n” I finally said.

Her hands were now stroking my hair. Shit. My tummy tingled. Was George right, am I in love with her?

“So you just decide to be mean Freddie? Ignore me? Hurt me? Why?” she squeaked, searching for a rightful explanation.

“I... I’m sorry, I don’t know what I feel. I’m so confused but I know I was wrong about you now. I’m sorry for hurting you.” I apologized.

“It’s okay Freddie, I understand, we have enough time to find out how we feel” she promised me while lightly stroking my cheek with her small fingers.

A wave of electricity went from my feet to my head. So is this what being in love feels like? I wasn’t sure, maybe it was something else. I’ve never experienced this before. But one thing was sure: my pants got too tight now.

And that’s when I felt her move slowly. She moved the (oh so thin) fabric of her red bikini against my clothed cock. I could feel everything that was underneath and a shock of pleasure went through my whole body.

She kept grinding down on me, a soft whimper left her mouth and a grunt left mine.

I slammed my lips on hers. They moved perfectly in synchrony. They were soft and sweet. It was perfect.

I’ve kissed before, a lot. But this. This was different. The passion was overwhelming.

Her tongue explored my mouth while I helped her hips grind up and down.

She stopped the kiss and her beautiful y/e/c eyes locked with mine. In an instant, she was already on her knees in front of me, pulling down my swimming trunks.

"Can I?" she asked politely. I nodded eagerly.

She kissed my tip gently making me gasp a little. Her beautiful, soft hands stroked down my thigh.

"I'm pretty sure you're finally gonna stop hating me after this" she promised.

"You already succeeded princess" I praised, making her eyes go wider because of the nickname.

She started to kitten lick my tip slowly and my hands were already in her hair, making a ponytail with my hand.

She took my whole cock in her mouth, all at once. A grunt escaped my lips when I felt my tip hit the back of her throat.

"God y/n where did you learn this" I moaned huskily.

A smirk appeared when she started to bob up and down. I tried to control myself but I couldn't resist from pulling on her hair a little, guiding her head up and down. It was clearly something she liked because a moan left her mouth. The oh so sexy sound and vibrations made me grunt loudly. "Fuck baby" I moaned

I tried to hold it in but my hips started to pound a little into her mouth, making her gag on my cock.

"I'm gonna cum" I stuttered. One second later her mouth was already gone. I whined with a frown.

"Now already Freddie?" she smirked.

"Please don't stop, your mouth is amazing y/n" I asked trying to not sound too desperate.

She didn't answer but put her lips back, taking my cock in her mouth again. Now she started to suck fast and harder, making me go completely crazy.

She was so beautiful and so so so sexy. I couldn't hold in any longer. My head fell back and my eyes scrunched shut, a loud moan slipped from my lips when I came. I've never felt this amazing before. It was perfect. Y/n stuck her tongue out, showing me she swallowed all of my cum.

"Good girl" I praised huskily.

"Did it feel good?" she asked. She looked a little insecure now.

I grabbed her hips and placed her on my lap again.

"So good, I think I might be in love with you, and not just because of this moment, but for so many reasons y/n" I admitted.

"You.. you do?" she whispered getting red and shy. But the little smile on her lips said enough

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Hello Sam!! You know it's a little stressful for us readers right now what with dealing with heartstroke inducing cliffhangers and the well deserved break in legerdemain. Can't we get a little sneak peek of next chapter of legerdemain plz🥺

Chapter Twenty-Nine: The One with the Vending Fairy

“Hello to you too,” Rayko greeted.

“Fuck off,” Albus replied. “Nobody is here to start dinner and I’m in bloody charge now, I guess. It’s so great to be home.”

“I can help,” Rayko offered. “What are we having?”

“We’re not getting it catered, Rayko,” Albus replied as he flipped through the recipe book.

“I can cook… ish,” Rayko replied. “We didn’t have a cook growing up. My mum is a fantastic cook.”

“Hollis Sterling can cook?” Albus asked, his eyes wide. “Merlin, she can do anything.”

“Ah, yes, Elle told me you had a thing for my mum,” Rayko said with a smirk. “The only girl you’d go straight for, I believe is what Elle said.”

Albus scowled. “Elle is a boldfaced liar! Just because Hollis has class and grace doesn’t mean I want to shag her.”

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t shag my mum,” Rayko added.

“Piss off, Koko,” Albus grumbled as he stopped on the shepherd’s pie recipe before cussing when he noticed it was just a regular single family-sized recipe.

“Have fun making dinner yourself then,” Rayko said as he made a motion to leave the kitchen.

“Wait!“ Albus called, cringing. “I won’t shag your mum.”

Rayko turned around and looked at him, an odd expression crossing his face. Albus squinted at him, trying to decipher the look but failing miserably. Widening his eyes, Albus waited for him to say something.

“You don’t like me very much, do you?” Rayko asked as he stuffed his hands in his trouser pockets.

It wasn’t that Albus didn’t like Rayko. He was fine. Except Albus didn’t like how quickly he had knocked up his sister, how dependent and then crushed she was when they broke up. Lily was… well Lily. She trusted too easily and was very naïve. When she fell in love, she fell face first and had always been hurt by blokes in the past. Albus still wanted to punch Sebastian Baskerville in his fucking nose and cut off Finn Harris’ cock.

“I don’t really know you,” Albus settled on saying.

“Well, let’s get to know one another,” Rayko suggested. “You’re not just Elle’s brother, you’re also her best mate. I want to get along.”

Albus blinked, his jaw tight. “Want to have some wine with me and cook dinner?“

Rayko frowned. “I’m, uh, sober right now, but I’d be happy to help cook.”

Albus wrinkled his nose as he took a large gulp of wine. “I thought potions were your poison.”

“It is but I’m trying to steer clear of anything that alters my brain after… you know.”

Albus nodded, his lips pursing. “Well, I suppose that’s more for me then.”

Rayko smiled tightly. “Yeah, I suppose so. What are you cooking?”

“Shephard’s pie,” Albus replied.

That’s how Albus found himself getting drunk while cooking dinner with Rayko Fucking Krum, former poster party boy turned domesticated and slightly damaged wizard who stayed at home more often than not. Rayko became funny around his second glass of wine. He was damn reliable since nobody else had even stepped foot in the house to help cook dinner. He couldn’t help but wonder where everyone else was.

It wasn’t until Lily walked into the kitchen an hour later, looking pale that Albus understood that something had happened and everyone had conveniently forgotten to tell him and Rayko about it. The fucking nerve of people.

“What happened now?” Albus asked.

Lily sighed. “The question should be what didn’t happen. Dad, Jamie, and Uncle Ron were attacked by an army of Inferi.”

“What the actual fuck?” Albus asked, his arms waving and red wine sloshing over the edge.

“Uncle Ron has a concussion, Jamie broke a leg, and Dad broke some ribs. Mum, Riley, and Roxanne are at the hospital. Uncle George, Grandmum Molly, Granddad, Grandmum Andy, and Grandpa are on their way to the hospital now.”

“Wait, so Ko and I cooked all this food for nobody to bloody well come tonight?” Albus asked, his eyes wide as he looked from the salad to the six shepherd’s pies to the special order of bangers for Remus to the stove cooking jacket potatoes. “Is anyone coming?”

Lily squinted. “I don’t think so.”

“What the fuck? Nobody thought to tell us not to cook a bloody feast?” Albus exclaimed and finished his glass of wine. “Inconsiderate, the lot of you!”

Lily made a little sound in the back of her throat and pursed her lips. “Did you not hear the bit about how members of our family were attacked by Inferi and are at St. Mungo’s being treated?”

“I did, but nobody thought to come tell Ko and I?” Albus pressed as he poured himself more wine. “We’re members of this family too.”

Lily cocked her head to the side. “Are you drunk?”

“We cooked a meal for nearly forty people, Elle!” Albus exclaimed, his eyes wide.

“Did you just call me Elle?” Lily asked, her brow furrowed.

“Yes, Ko and I talked about you quite a bit and it’s starting to stick,” Albus explained as he waved his hand to dismiss her concern. “But the real concern is what do we do with all of this food!”

Lily sighed. “Well, Teddy and Victoire have Henry for the night so we can invite them over.”

“Yes, yes, because I made bangers for Remus so Dad didn’t look at me all disappointed and like I tortured his grandson and I bloody hate bangers so… yeah.”

“Really?” Lily asked as she tried to fight the smile on her face. “I thought you liked bangers in the mouth. The general shape and size.”

Albus scowled. “Ha! Ha! You’re funny, NOT!”

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-Meeting The Family- Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

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Request: hi darling, how you doing? can i request a draco x reader where is draco going to her house on christmas break to meet her parents? maybe she has a younger brother who is quite jealous of her and draco together? just something very fluff and funny !! thank you, i love your work btw ❤️

Kody: YESS. I’ve been waiting for something like this for the sole purpose that i’m going to make the reader a Weasley!

Year: 7th

House: Gryffindor

Possible Triggers/Warnings: Fred and George being the best siblings, Molly being Molly, Draco being literally terrified of the Weasley’s, a little bit of the spice spice at the end.

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“will you stop pacing? Your making me nervous” you grumble, watching as the platinum blond hair boy walked back and forth in your dorm room “Your nervous? Your not the one meeting your girlfriends whole bloody family today” he snaps at you.

he walks over to the edge of your bed and sits down, putting his face in his hands “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you” he sighs deeply. You crack a smile and walked over to stand in front of him and take his hands into yours “It’s alright, but i’ll be there so there’s nothing to worry about. They’ll love you”

Draco scoffs, leaning his head against your stomach “They have every right to hate me, my father is a horrible person to them and they’ll think i’m just the same as him” he spoke. You had never seen him so worked up over anything before, except for maybe when you got injured by a werewolf in the woods.

you purse your lips before sitting comfortably on his lap “Draco. You are nothing like your father and you will show them that. So stop moping okay?” you watch his eyes for a moment as he nods his head “Okay darling. I won’t mope. I just hope your right about this”

“I’m always right”

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today was the day, you had put on a blue, burnt orange, and brown striped sweater with blue jeans. The Weasley aesthetic really while Draco wore a emerald green sweater with black jeans (ik hawt). You stood in front of the burrow, holding his hand “Here we go” you spoke.

you reach up to knock a couple times and the door swings open. It was Fred with a candy cane in his mouth. He looks at the both of you and nods once “Hey Y/n and Malfoy. I’m Fred by the way, not George. Just so you know” he sticks out his hand and Draco takes it. They shake hands. That’s a good start.

he takes the candy cane out of his mouth and points behind him “Let’s head in shall we?” he says and you smile. As you both step in, you could hear everyone talking “Is Charlie here yet?” you turn and face your brother. Fred’s face drops and he shakes his head “He said he got busy with work.”

you nod slowly, your expression dropping “Oh, okay” you shrug. “Y/n!” you hear a familiar shout and watch as Molly and Arthur come from around the corner. You let go of Draco’s hand and walk up to them. They both embrace you tightly. You pull away from them and walk back to Draco.

you could tell how tense he was when he saw your parents. “Mum, Dad. This is Draco” you say and slowly brought him up to them. Draco cleared his throat before speaking “Hello Mrs. and Mr. Weasley. Thank you so much for inviting me” he spoke. So polite.

your mother smiled warmly at him as well as your father “Well, were glad you came. Seems like our girls like Slytherins” Molly let out a laugh. You raise a brow “What do you mean?” “Hey Draco” you both turn to the right and see Pansy Parkinson come out of the hallway. Oh right, Ginny’s girlfriend.

Draco smiled kindly, she was his friend after all. “hey Pans” he replies. Pansy waves before disappearing into the living area. “Now, you two join your siblings in the living room while we finish dinner” Molly spoke and leant down to kiss your forehead before leaning with Arthur “I think that went well”

Draco nods “Me too”

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“Percy, don’t be such a buzzkill and take the candy cane” George sat next to Percy, jabbing him in the side with the peppermint treat. Percy just rolled his eyes and continued to read the book we was holding. You chuckle as you sat on the sofa with Draco, his arm wrapped around your shoulders.

It was certainly a full house tonight. Molly, Arthur, George, Luna, Fred, Percy, Ginny, Pansy, Bill, Fleur, Ron, Hermione, you, and Draco. You wondered where you would all eat considering your family table could barely fit the kids who already lived in the house. “Your family is much different than mine” Draco whispers to you.

you turn your head to face him with a smile. “Yeah, we’re definitely stranger then other families” you laugh quietly, a grin forming on his face. “I like it. I’m so used to the quiet that i forgot that actual families talk and hang out with each other” he spoke, his eyes glossing over a bit as he looks at the tall christmas tree.

you reach into his lap and grab his hand, bringing it up to your lips to kiss his knuckles. “I hope i don’t make you feel as alone anymore” you spoke with a small frown on your face. Draco shook his head and with the arm wrapped around your shoulders, he grabs the back of your head and pulls you into a kiss.

it was sweet and loving. To bad you had shit for brian brothers. “Hey hands off Malfoy! No snogging my sister while i’m here!” Ron shouts, causing you to pull away from the kiss. Hermione seemed annoyed with her boyfriend and pushes his shoulder “Y/n can do whatever Y/n want’s get over yourself Ron”

George and Fred both choked back laughter then actually choked on candy canes. Idiots. Ron grumbled something and crossed his arms. What a child. After more talking you had the urge to go to the bathroom and laid your head in the crook of Draco’s neck “I’ll be right back. I have to use the bathroom. Okay?”

Draco nods and places a hand on your thigh to squeeze it gently before unwrapping his limbs from yours “I’ll be back. Be nice. All of you” you gaze at all your brothers because Ginny at least knew how to be nice to Draco. You give a sharp glare to Ron before you leave the living room.

Fred watches as you walk out of the room and like a pack of dogs, every single Weasley sibling crowded Draco. He thought he was going to be murdered on the spot as his grey eyes widened. Bill smiles lightly and holds out his hand to shake “Hi, i’m Bill. Anyway as you probably know were missing a Weasley tonight”

Draco grabs his hand and shakes it “Charlie, right?” he says and all there heads nod. Oh this is so creepy. “Right. Well you see Y/n is really close to Charlie, but she hasn’t been able to see him for almost three years and such, so Fred told her he’s not coming, but we plan on surprising her when we open gifts”

a small smile graces the Slytherins face- wait. “Why are you telling me this?” he questions and Percy speaks up surprisingly “Because you make our sister happy and considering you both are graduating next year, we figure your going to be around more often and- so welcome to the family Malfoy”

Draco was in complete shock as Percy spoke, considering he thought Percy hated him the most. Y/n was right. “Thank you. I also want to apologize for my fathers behaviour towards your family as well as mine in the past. It took me awhile to see you guys the way Y/n does”

the twins shake their heads “Don’t worry about it. Your dad’s a real piece of work. Y/n tells us your mum’s nice enough though” they spoke in unison. Draco nods “yeah, she’s not judgemental” he reassures. “Anyway, we hope your having a nice night though. Right Ron?” Bill turns to face the younger Weasley.

Ron looks at Bill and shakes his head, but Bill hits his shoulder “Yeah yeah whatever. We hope your having a blast” Ron then tore away from the group and went back to sitting with Hermione on the other sofa, mumbling something along the lines of ‘snogging his sister’

a couple minutes later you came back into the living room and were pleasantly surprised to see Bill, George, and Fred chatting with Draco who seemed to be smiling brightly. What a sight. You lean against the doorway and watch as he interacted with your brothers.

you watch as they all went to sit on the floor so Percy, Ginny, Hermione, Luna, and Pansy could sit down and chat as well. Who would thought the Slytherin prince would get along so well with your family. “You guys seem to be having fun” you say as they turn to look at you.

you look to your left to see Ron sitting alone on the loveseat with a scowl on his face. You wave the group off before going to sit with your brother. He looks at you then the floor “Y/n” he spoke and you smiled lightly “Ron” you say in the same manner. “Why aren’t you sitting with the rest of them?”

Ron scoffs under his breath “Why should i? Malfoy will never be friends” he comments and you reach up to lift his face, making him look at the group laughing and talking. “Look at Percy. He’s the most stuck up person i know and he is having a blast talking to Draco and Pansy. Why do you have a problem?”

Ron sighs and pushes your hand away “Because your my sister. Yes, i know Ginny is to, but we’re the same age you and i. I can talk to you about anything, but ever since you and Draco got together. It hasn’t been you and i. It’s been you and him. What’s gonna happen when your married? I’ll never see you”

you frown. You didn’t know Ron felt this way at all. It wasn’t as surprising though to be honest “Ron. Your my brother and i love you dearly. I’ll never forget about you or George, Fred, Percy, Ginny, Bill, and Charlie. Your my family. If your ever feeling alone. Just talk to me, okay?”

your words seemed to cheer Ron up. He nods and looks over at the group once more “Let’s do this.” he said and stood up.

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after dinner the whole family including the lovers were in the living room again, passing out gifts. You watch as a square shaped box decorated with orange wrapping paper and a red bow floated from out a room and into each and every ones laps “oh wow, i wonder what these could be”

George spoke sarcastically before getting wacked on the head by Molly. You chuckle and look over at Draco who stared at aw in the christmas gift in his lap “Are you alright my boy?” Arthur spoke up. Draco looks up and nods eagerly “I’ve never gotten a real christmas gift before. My mother snuck me sweets and such, but never anything like this”

Molly gave Draco a look of solace before smiling “Well, i hope you enjoy this one! Now kids open them up!” she shouts and you all start to rip open the wrapping paper and you saw a deep red sweater with your first initial on it. Every year. The Weasley kids slip on there sweaters “Thanks mum!”

after slipping yours on, you look over at Draco who had a emerald green sweater in his hands with the letter ‘D’ on it. He looked excited as he takes off his quidditch sweater to put on Molly’s. “Do you like it Draco?” you spoke “i absolutely love it” he a wide smile spreads across his face.

Luna got a baby blue sweater

Hermione got a deep red one as well

Fleur got a white sweater

Pansy got a emerald green sweater as well as Draco.

Pansy slipped hers on and nods smugly “i look awesome. I’m never taking it off. You’ll have to kill me first!” she exclaims as Ginny laughs beside her “She’s not joking either” Luna pulls the sweater over her head and wraps her arms around herself “So warm” she mumbles in her soft voice.

George smiles brightly and wraps his arms around her “Your so cute” he says before kissing the side of her face. Fleur looked down at the sweater on her and smiles warmly “I adore it” she spoke in her thick accent and Bill nods before grabbing her hand to kiss her knuckles.

Molly clapped happily “I’m so glad you all like it. Now me and Arthur are going to get the christmas cookies from the kitchen. We’ll be right back out!” she announces before leaving the room. Everyone began to talk amongst each other and while you were distracted Draco snuck off into the kitchen.

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“Um hello” he spoke up. Molly turns around and places the icing bag she was holding on the counter. “Ah Draco! Did you need something?” she asked, waving her hand for him to step closer. Draco walks over and immediately felt a cold shiver run up his spine. He was nervous.

“I wanted to ask you both something?” he says, gulping. Arthur and Molly look at each other before smiling “Sure, go ahead” Arthur spoke. Draco takes a deep breath to calm his nerves “Me and Y/n have been dating for three years now and i know we only just turned 18, but i wanted to ask for your blessing to marry her when the time is right”

Molly gasped loudly, before covering her mouth “Oh Draco! We would be more than happy to give you our blessing. She talks about you all the time and you had been nothing but kind to her and our family. I know you are much different then your father. you’ve learn to accept and adapt”

Draco felt as if a weight has been lifted off his shoulders and he smiles “Thank you so much. Uh- can i help ice those? If you’ll teach me how?” he laughs nervously and Molly nods.

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ten minutes later Draco came out holding a tray of cookies with your parents. You smile lightly at the sight. How cute. He places the tray down on the floor where the group sat and everyone began to much on cookies, except for Fred and George. Where had they gone off too? Draco takes a seat next to you.

he hands you a cookie and you smile, taking a bite “You snuck away to ice cookies with my parents?” you ask, laughing a little. He nods with a smile and pecks your lips quickly, “Seemed fun” he replied nonchalantly. You roll your eyes and continue to eat your cookie in piece.

after everyone ate one Molly shot up from the sofa and gasped “Godric! We forgot Y/n’s present outside!” she exclaims, causing everyone to look at her. You tilt your head “What present?” you ask. “We all pitched in and got you a present. It’s so big we have to show you outside” Arthur spoke.

you were now thoroughly confused as everybody made there way to the front door and walking out. Draco grabs your hand and lifts you up from the ground. You both walk outside and see George and Fred on both sides of a tall present, wrapped in orange paper with your name written in red ink.

you laugh nervously. What was going on? “Um- do i open it?” you ask and Ginny nods, pushing you forward “Go on! Open it!” she shouts. You watch as George and Fred walk away from the present and behind you. “we suggest to pull the red ribbon then step back” George points out.

you chuckle with a confused expression before taking the end of the ribbon and tug it once. You hear a couple clicks and step back quickly as the box falls apart. A tall male with orange hair and a red sweater with a ‘C’ smiles at you. Charlie. You watch as he steps out the box and opens his arms.

“Hello my little dragon” he smile brightly as you ran up and tackled him into a hug. He lifts you off the ground and spins you around as you cling onto him. After a couple seconds he lets go and eyes you up and down “You’ve gotten so tall! and your hair is different. I also hear you have a boyfriend” he teases.

you smile widely and nod “Yeah. He’s hear. Um- Draco!” you turn around and call for your boyfriend who steps towards you, holding out his hand “I’m Draco Malfoy” he says politely as they both shake hands “I’m Charlie! I hope my little sister hasn’t annoyed you too much. She’s mental this one”

you huff and wack your older brothers arm “Hey! Don’t scare him off!” you shout, making Charlie laugh. He shrugs his shoulders “I don’t think he’s going anywhere. Your in for the long hall Malfoy. Welcome to the Weasley’s!” he exclaims and Draco smiles as he wraps an arm around your shoulders.

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the party came to an end and everyone made there way to there perspective rooms. There was surprisingly enough room for everyone, to be fair your pretty sure that your father used a spell to add some extra rooms of some sort. You put on black and white flannel pants with a black crop top, as well as a dark grey jacket.

Draco had on a black t-shirt and his boxers. You yawn as you began to fold up your sweater and place it in your trunk. You feel hands wrap around your waist and pull you close to his chest. “I had fun tonight” Draco mumbles against the skin of your shoulder since your jacket had slipped down your arms a bit.

you smile and lean your head back to look at him “You did? I’m happy. I’m also happy i got to see my brother” you spoke with a warm smile. Draco hums in response and slowly begins to pull the jacket off of your arms “I promised my mum no funny business while were here Draco”

he smirks and begins to place sweet kisses on your neck “You may have promised that, but i didn’t darling” he rasps. You feel one of his hands run across the exposed skin of your stomach as his thumb traces the hem of your pants. “Why are you always horny?” you asked.

“I don’t know? Have you seen yourself?” he chuckles as he spins you around to face him “Come on darling~” he coos and dips down to kiss your collar bone. “I-” “-Goodnight Y/n. Goodnight Draco!” you heard Charlie, Percy, and Fred shout. Oh those little shits.

you flush in embarrassment and sputter out a goodnight back as Draco growls in frustration. “Cockblockers” he snarls, making you laugh. “Don’t worry, there going to do it to every couple in here. Didn’t expect Percy too though, just listen” you say and Draco keep quiet to listen.

“Night Ginny. Night Pansy!”

“Go away were busy!” Ginny shouts

“Sleep tight Fleur and Bill!”

“You all are insufferable!” Bill yells making you snicker a bit

“We don’t have to worry about Ron and Hermione. Ron has got like zero game” Fred speaks and they all laugh.

“Hey i heard that!” Ron shrieks in offense.

“Sleep well George! Sleep well Luna!”

“You guys can’t pull this shit on me! Shove off!” George shouts and you hear a door slam.

“Goodnight” Luna says. What a sweet girl

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Kody: I hope you enjoyed this one. I really liked writing it! Anyways peace.

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