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fangisms · 6 months
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hiii i loved „spring breaks loose”!!🤍 could i request another something for theodore, where the reader is quite bubbly and loves talking and he, the quiet guy he is, just likes to listen? and maybe the reader is worried that she talks too much and it could be annoying to him but he’s just so in love that he’s obsessed with all her rabling😭😭 sorry if thats too specific
darling socialite
A/N: um i love this because if someone let me chat their ear off, i would fall in love. i love a chatter and i love a listener 🩷 gif creds: @perfectlyfuckingcivils
Pairings: Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader
Summary: You are talkative as all hell, and Theo has dubbed himself your devoted listener. 1.3k words
Warnings: i be cursing, fluff, mild self-consciousness, two dummies in LOVE, mattheo being a perv (boy moment), kissing…, pansy being a slight bitch (lovingly)
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Everyday, you look forward to telling Theo anything and everything. Sometimes, you'll get so excited to tell him something that you'll jot it down on the nearest surface. Most of the time, that surface is your hand. Who can blame you; you can't resist the gory details.
Everyday, Theo looks forward to hearing anything and everything from you. You're his favorite news source, his sweetest messenger, his darling socialite, and he is your devoted subscriber. He's worried one day you'll run out of things to tell him, but according to the ink splotches across your skin, there's a slim chance that'll happen.
"Hi, teddy!" you chirp, and he turns to welcome you into the seat beside him. "You will not believe what I saw in the courtyard on my way here: a willow tit!"
Mattheo chokes on a gulp of juice, sputtering in his seat and looking over at you. "Pardon?"
"Don't be crude, Matty. I'm talking about birds."
"Yeah, I got that, I just never realized you’re playing for the other team—"
"Mattheo!" you holler, glaring at him in utter disbelief, "you complete idiot! Birds, as in real birds. As in those things that fly around and chirp and eat berries!"
"Let me get this straight, we're not talking about some bird's tits? Suddenly, I'm uninterested," he says, earning a pointed glare from Theo.
"Anyway," you say, rolling your eyes and facing Theo, "You hardly see them anymore, they're very rare, but I saw one, and it was the cutest creature I've ever seen on campus! It was so round, I could have died. He must've liked all the rain we got over the weekend. I hope he survives the winter and has lots of little tit babies in the spring!"
Theo could not be more head over heels for you while you babble about round tits and babies. He thinks if he ever opens his mouth to respond, he’ll screw it up in an instant. Thank Merlin, he's naturally quiet and content to listen to you all day. And thank Merlin, you never ask for anything more from him.
If only you knew how much he truly adores you and your ramblings. He holds your company in his highest regard and considers every time you choose him a blessing.
You never think too much of Theo's tight-lippedness. You figure if he was completely sick of it, he'd just get up and walk away. Or maybe that's not like him, and maybe you are a bother.
It doesn't help when Pansy skips up to you in the hall and says, "I'm really impressed you're able to hold Theo's attention as long as you do."
"What are you talking about, P?" you say.
"Well... don't you ever worry he's, like... bored with you? I mean, when was the last time he actually contributed to your 'conversations'. I just don't want you to get your hopes up, you know?" —she shrugs it off like it's not an unforgivable curse to the gut—"If I were you, I'd find a more attentive playmate. You can always talk to me!"
"Thanks, Pansy," you say.
"Just looking out for a friend! See ya!"
You nod and wait by the bottom of the stairs as she hops her way up. You didn't think you were getting your hopes up, necessarily. You thought Theo was just a good listener. And sure, he's not super responsive, but he's just shy. That's not his fault.
There's a rapping of knuckles at the door, and Mattheo hurdles his bed and reaches for the knob.
"Why, good evening, dearest birdwatcher"—Theo perks up from where he's rifling through his trunk.
"I could say the same to you, perv," you tease, "Is Theo around? I need—"
"To talk to him? Figures. He's just hiding his softcore stash—"
"Shut up!" Theo hollers, popping up and hurrying to the door, a little flushed to find you looking at him, "he's just joking."
Mattheo chuckles, "No, he's right, Theo would never have so much fun"—he dodges the jab to his side—"Alright, I'll leave you two lovebirds to your tits and whatnot. Try not to make too much noise, we have downstairs neighbors." He winks and makes his way down the boys dormitories stairwell.
And suddenly, Theo can't remember the last time he was truly alone with you. No onlookers or eavesdroppers, no Pansy and no Mattheo. Just the two of you. His sweaty palms and your rapid heartbeat.
"I need to ask you something," you finally blurt. He looked so nervous you thought he might throw up over the railing, so you put him out of his misery before he has the chance.
"Yes, yeah, anything," he huffs.
"Well," you say, "I was thinking—just... ruminating, really, because it was suggested that I bore you with my chattiness"—you cross your arms over your chest and look to the floor—"and not that I'm begging for pity or even a response, I just wanted to know how you feel because I realized maybe I don't ask about you enough. You know, like I'm always worried about me, or something, but I do worry about you, too! I just wasn't sure if that's something—if you maybe wanted to talk about it more. Because I can be a good listener! I'd be happy to hear whatever you have to say!"
Theo leans his shoulder against the doorframe, adjusting the bottom of his sweater as it clings to his hips. How could he let you believe you're too much for him. How could he let you believe yourself to be some kind of social burden to him. All because he'd much rather listen to you than contribute his own two cents.
"See! Merlin, even now, I've just talked your ear off while trying to apologize for constantly talking your ear off! And I haven't even apologized, yet! I'm so sorry, Theo, I know it's a problem, and I didn't mean to take advantage of your politeness."
You scuff your sole on the landing with a whine, and he leans to the side to watch you look over the edge. It's so quiet for a moment, he can hear your soft breathing if he focuses on it.
"It's not a problem," Theo says. You look over, lips parted at the smug look on his face. "And if I was the one who suggested otherwise, I couldn't be more apologetic."
It makes you smile. He's just said two very thoughtful things to you. Out loud. To your face. You could crumble.
"No! No, teddy, it wasn't you, it was... doesn't matter. You really don't mind?"
He shakes his head, a little amused, honestly. How could he mind? You’re the greatest thing since dark chocolate, and he’d still give that up. You’d go just as well with his afternoon tea.
“Well, then,” you huff, warmer under his gaze, determined to get this damned apology across.
“Alright,” Theo says. Apology accepted. Apology not even necessary. But still accepted.
“Okay. But next time you catch me rambling, you better just shut me up! Tell me to ‘shush’ or something! It’s a problem, and I give you full permission to—”
He kisses you. He leans down, smug with his fingers under your chin, and he kisses you! Shuts you right up like you’re still some gullible first year completely wooed by his boyish charms! Oh, but he’s kissing you very sweetly. And when your knees go a tad wobbly, he rushes to cradle your elbow.
“Like that?” he says.
“That’s no way to treat a lady, Theodore. You should be completely ashamed of yourself for ever thinkin—”
He kisses you again. More sure and much quicker. Like a reflex. A knee jerk reaction without the kneeing or the jerking. Just his stupidly soft lips.
“Yeah,” you whisper, “that works… but you can’t just kiss me every time you want to shut me up.”
“No”—he pecks your lips, fingers gentle at your cheek—“I plan on kissing you much more often than that.”
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myopicmeerkat · 1 year
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James: I need advice. Remus: With what? James: With love. How did you know you were in love with Sirius? Remus: ... Remus: I'm in love with Sirius?
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rainyreading · 2 months
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If you want to (no pressure), could you do one for Theo?
The reader (girl) and Theo are friends in their sixth year and have to babysit, maybe the reader's niece or nephew.
Maybe Theo isn't good with kids and the reader helps him. You can decide all that, I'll leave that up to you.
Thank youuuuuu <3 <3
Babysitting
Theo Nott x bestfriend!sytherin!reader
wc: 1.5k
a/n: requests open
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It was winter break and you were staying at Hogwarts. A lot of your friends were staying at Hogwarts for break as well. You got a letter from your sister asking if your niece could come stay with you. You wrote back and replied with a yes.
Your niece was 4 years old. She was a little ball of fire, who always kept you on your toes. You truly loved your niece and cherished any time you spent together. So you were excited that she was coming to stay with you for a little bit.
Sixth year was equally exciting. It was like you were one of the oldest kids on the grounds, witch felt good. You had amazing friends and your classes were doable. It was hard to imagine next year was gonna be your last year at Hogwarts.
You and your friends decided to have a picnic by the black lake. Everyone in your friend group was there, which you were happy about. Some elves in the kitchen helped you out with the food, so you were very grateful.
"This is nice," you began.
"Yeah it is," Draco responded.
"Makes me want to jump in the black lake," Theo said through a mouthful of bread.
"You totally would," you teased.
"Listen, I have my niece coming to visit soon and I was wondering if you guys could help out, please," you begged.
"Yeah of course," Pansy agreed.
"I'm not good with kids," Theo put out.
"I'm sure your better than you think," you reassured.
"I'm really not," Theo argued.
"Well I still need you to be there for me," you deadpanned.
"Yes mam," Theo saluted.
Eventually your group finished up being around the black lake. Everyone packed up the picnic and carried on with their day. You stayed in the Slytherin common room reading a book by the fire.
Theo came strolling in, spying you curled up on the couch. It was in Theo's nature to bother you. He was always with you and always paling around with you. You were his best friend and he'd like to think he was yours.
"Hey Y/N/N, whatcha reading?" he asked.
You flipped up the book angling it to show him the cover then said, "Pride and Prejudice."
"What's it about?" Theo asked.
"The relationship of a boy and a girl as they try to overcome the titular sins of pride and prejudice in order to fall in love and marry."
"Sounds interesting," Theo stated.
"You're not gonna let me read are you?" you sighed.
"Well when you put it like that it sounds bad, but I just want to hang out with you," Theo smiled.
"Aw you're sweet," you cooed as you ruffled his hair. Theo swatted your hands away.
"What do you suggest we do?" you questioned as you shut your book, after bookmarking it.
"Well I haven't gotten that far yet, Um I don't know we could talk, take a walk, play a prank on Filch, maybe gossip?" Theo suggested.
"Ha ha ha," you laughed.
"You want to gossip?" You were surprised.
"I mean if you want to yeah," Theo shrugged.
"Well I just happen to know Draco asked out Astoria but she turned him down. And he was all like "I'm not taking no for an answer," but she said no. He told me he's not gonna give up though," you explained.
"I bet they will end up together, they would be good together," Theo replied.
"I herd Pansy got a F on her potion essay." Theo shared.
"Oh my god no way really?" You put a hand over your mouth.
"Yep. She was pissed," Theo responded.
"I bet."
"Blaise told me he likes Luna like a lot," Theo began.
"Wait what that's crazy. I never would of guessed," you stated shocked.
"Yeah I know right!"
"What are you two crazy kids up to?" Pansy saunters in and takes a seat next to you on the couch.
"Nothing much, just talking," you say.
"Oh well I hope it's about me," she flips her hair.
"Of course Pans," you laugh.
The three of you all chatted for a while, talking about the break. How excited you were to have time off from classes. The three of you were enjoying the break and being able to be carefree.
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The next day you woke up early. Your niece was coming today. You were a little bit nervous and anxious to see how she would get along with your friends. She was adorable though so you knew your friends would love her.
You went to the gate to pick up your niece and she was already there waiting for you. You were excited because you haven't seen her in a long while. You quickly embraced her after you said hellos.
"I've missed you Evie," you greeted.
"Missed you too," Evie responded.
"Come on let's walk to the castle and you can tell me what you have been up too."
Evie told you about her days and how happy she was to be visiting you. She told you about her mom, your sister and she told you about her friends in preschool.
When you got back to the castle you wanted to introduce your friends to your niece. You wanted everything to go smoothly so you secretly prayed it would.
You assumed everyone was in the common room. You made your way to the Slytherin common room with your niece. When you arrived all your friends were sprawled out on the couches and by the fire.
They all looked at your direction when you entered.
"Hi guys. I want you to meet Evie. Evie this is everyone. Everyone this is Evie." You gestured to the group and to Evie.
"Hi Evie it's nice to meet you, I'm Pansy and that's Draco," Pansy spoke up.
Evie waved to both of them.
"Hi Im Blaise," Blaise greeted.
"Hi," Evie whispered.
"And this is Teddy," you introduced.
"Teddy? Hi Teddy!" Evie is exclaimed.
"Hi little one," Theo addressed.
Evie came over to Theo and looked at him curiously. Theo smiled at her. She then reached out her hand and then stopped.
"Can I touch your hair?" she asked.
"Um sure," Theo replied.
Evie touched Theo's hair and then she giggled.
"It's so fluffy!" She laughed.
Theo gave you a look that said "what do I do?" You laughed at his lack of being around children.
"Give her a high five"' you suggested.
Theo raised his hand and said, "High five!"
Evie grinned and slapped her hand on Theo's. Evie took a liking to Theo and you could tell fairly quickly. Evie was one of your favorite family members and you were glad she liked your friends.
"Do you want to take a walk with me?" Theo asked.
"Yeah!" Evie answered.
Pansy, Blaise and Draco decided to stay in the common room. You, Theo, and Evie decided to roam the castle grounds. Evie was a bundle of energy.
"Could I have a piggy back ride Teddy?" Evie asked.
Theo looked to you for approval which you granted.
"Yeah of course," he allowed.
Evie jumped on his back and threw her arms around his neck. Theo grabbed ahold of her legs and shifted her up a little bit.
"Giddy Up horsey!" Evie called out.
Theo laughed and started to run. Evie yelled "weeeeee!" You started to catch up with them happy that Evie was having so much fun. Theo stopped at the top of a grassy hill.
"Can we roll down the hill?" Evie questioned.
"I don't see why not," you shrugged.
"Teddy go first," Evie pushed Theo on the back, urging him to roll down the hill first.
"Ok ok ok I'm going," Theo rushed out.
Theo laid down and then turned around to begin rolling down the hill. You started laughing as he speeded down the hill.
"Your turn Auntie!" Evie insisted.
"Alright settle down I'm going I'm going," you responded.
You got down on the ground and rolled down the hill. You ended down by Theo's feet and he helped you up.
"Come on Evie, tumble on down," you called.
"You guys ready?" Evie asked.
"Yes!" You and Theo both answered.
Evie came tumbling down giggling and getting covered in grass. You applauded her when she reached the end of the hill. She was beaming. Theo also joined in and clapped for her. Evie took a bow.
Eventually you all went back to the castle chatting about anything and everything. Evie held your hand and Theo's hand as she walked in the middle of you guys.
When you guys returned back to the common room Evie was tired and wanted to take a nap. You were so excited that Theo and Evie were getting along you didn't notice that Evie fell asleep on Theo's lap.
"Are you ok?" You mouthed to Theo.
"Yeah she's fine right here," he whispered.
It made your heart melt at the sight. You were thankful for Theo's help today and hoped that Evie had fun today, you certainly did. You hoped the three of you could hang out more and more. You watched as Evie slept completely content resting on Theo.
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george-weasleys-girl · 4 months
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Reader “Since I can’t ride in Santa’s sleigh, can I ride you instead?”
Fred weasley “Sorry, what?”
What can I say? i love to see this man blushing
❄️Yuletide Celebration ❄️
Sleigh Ride
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Warnings: smut, teasing, intercourse
18+ only
Prompts courtesy of @dumplingsjinson
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Fred Weasley made people blush, not the other way around. And yet, ever since he met Y/N, he wore a permanent crimson on cheeks. No one had ever had that effect on him before and it baffled him. George said he'd finally met his match. Maybe his twin was right.
"Since I can’t ride in Santa’s sleigh, can I ride you instead?" She whispered in his ear during Christmas Eve dinner.
"Sorry, what?" Fred's ears burned red hot.
"You heard me," she said, her hand creeping over to the tease growing bulge in his pants.
"Heard what, dear?" Molly asked from across the table.
"I was just mentioning to Fred how I'd love to ride in Santa’s sleigh," Y/N replied with an innocent smile.
"Oh, that would be lovely," she returned Y/N. "Perhaps you could arrange for something similar."
Y/N grinned, her fingers tracing small circles over the head of her boyfriend's clothed cock. "Perhaps I could."
Fred stared intently down at his plate and tried not to sqiurm too much.
~•~
Y/N sat straddling him later that night, both of them still fully dressed. They were downstairs on the sofa after everyone else had gone to bed.
"I can't believe you said that in front of mum," Fred grunted as she ground her hips down onto him.
"Said what?" Y/N kissed down his neck, pulling a shuddering whimper from him.
"About Santa’s sleigh."
"She didn't hear what I said," Y/N responded, then sat back, smiling, and silenced any retorts by pulling off her sweater and bra, tossing both to the side. Fred stared at her for a moment before his mouth went to work, licking and sucking one nipple, then moving to the next.
"Fuck," he groaned when she shifted from thrusting her hips back and forth to swirling in circles. She'd been teasing him all night, and he felt as if he might explode at any moment. "Are you planning on fucking me tonight or just teasing me until I burst?"
Y/N grinned. The temptation to torture him a bit longer was strong, but not at the expense of her own aching desire. Without a word, she stood and pulled off her jeans and panties. "What do you think?" She asked, then knelt down and unbuttoned his pants, pulling out his twitching member, giving it a lick from base to tip. Fred thrust his hips up, biting his lip to stifle a moan. Her pussy pulsed painfully at his reaction and she wanted nothing more than to mount his swollen cock and fuck his brains out.
So, that's exactly what she did, climbing back onto his lap and slamming her wet cunt onto him. A wave of pleasure rolled over her at the sensation of his cock filling every inch of her. She rode him hard, fast, and rough as his hips thrust up to meet hers in a desperate fury. Fred lost control first, his eyes rolling back, and his lips clamped tightly shut to muffle his shuddering groans. Y/N followed moments later, her orgasm hitting her like dynamite, her mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy.
"I hope that made up for not being able to ride in Santa’s sleigh," Fred teased once they could both breath normally again.
"It more than made up for it," she smiled. "In fact, I'm almost ready for round two."
Fred grinned like a fool, and Y/N felt him growing hard inside her.
~•~
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iwantedtoforgetyou · 20 days
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Locker Room, Draco Malfoy
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Warnings: Pure, filthy smut. That’s it.
Word Count: Literally don’t know. I wrote this in a haze.
Note: Have fun reading. ;)
The field was alive with noise, echoing with the voices of the crowd that filled the air, causing the stadium seats to shake with their movements. Even as you walked the hallways afterward, the sound still lingered in your ears, gradually forming into a headache. 
You brushed a hand across your face, swiftly navigating a corner in the hallway. The route to the locker room felt instinctual, ingrained beneath your skin. 
You were confident you could find it even with your eyes shut.
The headache only appeared to intensify as a group of Gryffindor boys passed by in their crimson attire. Their wide smiles stretched from ear to ear, their hair slick with sweat.
"Fucking finally," one of them exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. "Draco deserved that!"
Another boy vigorously nodded, chewing on something as he spoke. "He's a prick," he muttered between bites.
You held back a remark, brushing past them. Their gazes followed you, but no one dared to speak.
They understood better than to.
Continuing forward, you kept biting at the inside of your mouth, dragging the sensitive skin between your teeth. Gryffindor had won.
And Slytherin had lost.
The locker room door swung open, and Marcus emerged. His hair was curled at the ends from sweat, his face flushed beet red.
He cautiously approached, tilting his head down to address you, his eyes scanning the hallways but never meeting yours directly.
"He's furious," Marcus said, licking his lips dry. Even from a distance, it would be hard to tell you were conversing, and you knew Marcus did that deliberately. "He's really, really pissed."
You let out a sharp breath, glancing up at him, but he still avoided your gaze.
"I know," was all you managed before walking away, the locker room door creaking open, its sound reverberating through the empty space, aggravating your headache.
"Draco?" you called out as you stepped further into the room. Rounding a row of lockers, you leaned against them, noticing him standing in front of a sink.
"Draco," you repeated, this time more softly. His shoulders tensed; his frustration palpable.
He turned on the faucet, and rushing water escaped as he leaned down, cupping handfuls and splashing it onto his face. You watched him closely.
Water beaded at the ends of his hair, clinging to his forehead as he straightened up. His face bore a light shade of pink, a hue he only acquired from the cold.
Inhaling deeply, you approached him, reaching for a towel. Gently, you began patting at the damp skin of his face, his gaze meeting yours.
"Why are you doing this?" he asked, his voice thick with emotion.
You leaned back slightly, meeting his gaze fully. "Do you want me to stop?" you countered, holding the towel away from his face.
For a moment, you both remained like that, locking eyes, searching for something within each other.
Eventually, he spoke.
"They're bloody cheaters," he muttered, his jaw clenching with each word. You tilted your head, narrowing your eyes at him.
He stood up straight, gazing down at you, his eyes filled with intensity. "You reckon they actually won?" he challenged.
Leaning in closer, his voice barely a whisper in your ear, he added, "Over me?"
You swallowed. Hard.
"Draco," you began, but the touch of his hand at the hem of your shirt made you falter. "Draco."
He leaned back, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "What?"
You ran your tongue over your teeth. "You know what. There are still people outside."
He shrugged, his fingers creeping higher beneath your shirt, their chill contrasting with your skin. "Outside," he said, as if to reassure.
Your chest rose and fell quickly, your eyes scanning his face. “Draco—”
His hands ascended higher, sending a shiver down your spine, leaving your mouth slightly agape. Draco's gaze lingered on your lips, intensifying.
"Y/N," he murmured, his voice husky and pleading, nearly bringing you to your knees.
Without hesitation, your lips collided with his, a fervent and fiery kiss. The flavor of mint danced between your mouths as his tongue intertwined with yours.
His fingers pressed into the flesh above your hips, pulling you nearer. A gentle gasp slipped past your lips as his hold intensified.
“Fuck," he muttered, deftly guiding you until your back met the sink. His hands traveled upwards, caressing the soft warmth of your breasts.
You threaded your fingers through his hair, tugging at it lightly. Unexpectedly, a low groan escaped him, prompting you to pull harder, the sound igniting a frenzy within you.
"This is wrong,” you murmured your disapproval amidst fervent kisses, feeling the strain on your lips. Draco held you close, his touch firm.
"Terribly wrong," he murmured, planting kisses along your neck, nibbling gently. Tilting your head, you granted him easier access.
A soft moan escaped you, your grip tightening in his hair. Warmth pooled in your stomach as Draco's kisses left a sloppy trail on your skin.
You pulled at his hair, guiding his head back slightly. His lips were parted, a deep shade of red.
A smirk played on his face. "Enjoying the view?" he teased, his hands tracing your curves, venturing lower.
You nodded, breathless.
His fingers traced the edge of your trousers, his gaze fixed on your face. "Speak, Y/N," he whispered, his voice husky.
"I need your words."
You hesitated as his hands slid beneath your pants, his touch sending warmth through you.
He smirked, tilting his head. "What's the matter?"
You exhaled slowly, your breath shaky. "Nothing," you breathed, a light smile gracing your lips. "Absolutely nothing," you added, drawing his face closer and sealing the gap with another kiss.
This one was tender, cautious. Draco took his time, his tongue exploring your mouth.
His hands remained just below the waistband, keeping you against the sink. You yearned for his touch to go lower.
Gradually, the kiss grew more passionate. Draco captured your bottom lip between his teeth, sucking gently.
You released his hair, capturing his hand in yours. As you guided his hand downward, the kiss intensified. His fingers brushed against the fabric of your underwear, eliciting a moan from you.
"Fuck, Y/N," he murmured before deepening the kiss. His fingers began to move slowly against the material, igniting sensations that made you gasp with pleasure.
His pace accelerated, eliciting a moan from you as he deepened the kiss. Another moan escaped and suddenly, he withdrew, swiftly turning you around and pressing you against the sink, your back against facing him.
As you gazed at him in the mirror, mouth slightly parted, he hovered over you. His disheveled hair fell over his forehead, cheeks flushed.
Gently, he brushed your hair aside, his touch sending shivers down your spine. Feeling his hips against yours made you moan involuntarily.
Smirking at your reflection, he grasped your shoulders and guided you upwards. Your lips met again eagerly, the heat between you fueling your passion.
His hand ventured lower, slipping beneath your pants and moving your underwear aside. Breaking the kiss, you watched in the mirror as his fingers began to explore.
A soft moan escaped you as he entered you, instinctively pushing back against him, craving more.
In the mirror, you saw him watch you squirm, his mouth slightly open as his fingers worked effortlessly. Adding another finger, he relished in the sight of your head falling back against his chest, a smirk forming on his lips.
You exhaled slowly. "I need—" Another moan slipped out as he added another finger.
"What do you need?" He teased, his thumb tracing circles on your clit, making your knees tremble.
"I need you," you breathed heavily, pressing against him. His laughter tickled your neck, sending shivers down your spine.
He kissed you once more before withdrawing his hand and guiding you back against the sink.
Your gaze remained fixed on him as he slowly removed your pants, letting them fall to the floor. His hands caressed the curves of your backside, his touch electric against your skin.
"I'd say I've won either way," he remarked, meeting your eyes in the mirror, a smirk playing on his lips.
You smiled softly, your mouth going dry as you watched him undo his pants, the sound echoing in the locker room.
A surge of warmth rushed between your legs as you tightened them, watching him discard his boxers, exposing himself fully.
His body pressed against yours, a smirk playing on his lips as he held the wrapped item in his mouth, gazing at you.
Your mouth fell open wider at his touch, his hands trailing along the edge of your underwear. He teased the fabric, snapping it lightly against your skin.
Gradually, your skin flushed red as he gingerly removed your underwear, letting it fall beside your pants. His eyes darkened at the sight.
"You're so wet," he murmured, tracing a finger down your core. "All for me."
You moaned in response, your legs trembling with anticipation. Wetting your lips, you heard the sound of the wrapper being opened echo in the room.
Draco slid it on, discarding the wrapper to the side. Aligning your hips, his touch sent electric pulses through you.
"Are you going to take me like a good girl?" he inquired, placing his hand on the small of your back, smirking at your reflection in the mirror.
The warmth intensified between your legs as you responded breathlessly, "Always." With that, Draco pushed into you, the sensation causing you to shift against the sink.
A loud gasp escaped you as your hands gripped the sink's edge. Draco began to move, his mouth agape as he watched your reflection. Moans filled the air, heat enveloping both of you.
"Fuck," Draco uttered in a heavy breath, picking up the pace. "Y/N," he gasped, his hands guiding your hips, intensifying the connection between you.
You raised your head, observing him through the mirror. His mouth hung open as he entered you, his breathing erratic. It was a sight unlike any you had witnessed before.
His hands grasped your shoulders, lifting you upright from the sink. He continued his movements inside you, brushing aside your hair to gaze into your eyes.
Leaning in, you kissed him passionately as your bodies moved in harmony, the sound of your union filling the quiet space.
Your stomach tightened with pleasure, and you moaned into his mouth. "I'm close," you whispered between kisses, your breath fast.
Draco quickened his pace, pressing your shoulders down. "Cum for me," he urged in a shaky voice, kissing you. "Do it for me, baby."
With his words, the sensation overwhelmed you, and you released, the ecstasy coursing through your body. Your head fell back against his chest, your skin glistening with sweat.
Draco continued his movements at a slower pace, his cheeks flushed and his hair disheveled.
You remained intertwined, neither of you eager to move. Unsure if you even could.
Gradually, Draco withdrew, holding you by the waist. You smiled at his tousled appearance in the mirror.
He noticed your expression and smirked. "What?"
Turning around slowly, your legs feeling weak, you ran a hand through his hair, pulling him closer.
"Nothing," you replied, leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on his lips. His hands immediately found your hips, supporting you.
"I could go again," he mumbled against your lips, and you laughed, kissing him with renewed fervor.
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Pairings: George Weasley x fem!reader Summary: Fred comes up with a plan to prove to George that you fancy him, just as much as he fancies you Warnings: none
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Fred watched from behind as you stared off to the side, more directly at his twin brother, George
Fred was originally sitting beside his brother but soon got moved for talking too much, so he was sent to the empty desk behind you, the other side of the room from George.
Fred smirked as you rested your chin on your palm as you leaned on the desk, looking beside you, where George sat only a desk away as he scribbled in his book, clueless to the look he was receiving from you
it wasn't the first time Fred found you staring at the younger twin, so it raised some suspicions
class was soon dismissed and you had packed up your things while Fred got up, waiting by the door for George
Fred watched as you purposely pushed your quill on the floor with your book as you put it in your bag.
the quill rolled to George's foot as he packed up his things. he looked down at at and up at you
George swung his bag over his shoulder and bent down, picking it up as you were about to walk away
he stopped you, tapping your shoulder
"hey, you dropped your quill" he smiled awkwardly, handing your quill out for you to take
"oh, thank you, George!" you smiled, taking it before leaving with a smile on your face
you walked past Fred on your way out, blushing at the knowing look he gave you
you walked out, rushing to your next class
"gee, take your time then" Fred joked as George walked to him
"she dropped her quill, I had to give it back" the younger twin shrugged, walking out of the classroom, leaving Fred to catch up
"I think she dropped it on purpose, mate" Fred snickered
George furrowed his eyebrows "why would she do that?"
"maybe she fancies you" Fred smirked
"I highly doubt that, Fred. I think you're thinking too much into little things"
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Fred and George smirked at each other as Professor Snape mentioned getting into partners, they began to walk to a workbench until Snape stopped them
"I suggest that the two of you not partner up" the Professor commented, the twins looked at each other and shrugged
"find new partners or you two won't be completing this class" Snape spoke as the troublemakers didn't budge
"you're going to fail us!?" Fred exclaimed
"not if you get different partners"
the Weasley boys groaned, looking around the room to find a partner
"you can be my partner if you'd like" Fred heard a soft voice say
he turned to see you looking at George gently
George was about to respond when Fred cut him off
"yes please, let's go" the older twin pushed George away, motioning for you to go to the workbench with him
you smiled tightly and followed Fred to the table, looking back at George and frowned as you saw his face, looking confused
Fred collected the ingredients as you read the book, finding out what to do
"what even is this potion, anyway" Fred huffed, putting the stuff next to the cauldron
"veritaserum, it's a truth telling serum, do you not listen?" you chuckled as you took a knife and crushed an ingredient
"truth telling?" Fred raised an eyebrow
"yep, pour this into a glass and the drinker will tell you anything you ask them" you answered, telling him to stir the potion slowly
Fred hummed in response, letting you put the crushed ingredients in the potion as you stirred
Fred looked over and saw his twin looking miserable as he watched his partner, betty do all the work.
Betty wasn't the nicest of girls, so Fred was happy he stole you when he had the chance.
Fred knew you were talking to George when asking to be his partner, but the way your face dropped when Fred answered practically confirmed his suspicions just a little bit
and that was exactly what Fred wanted. he wanted to know, and what better way than to be your partner in potions?
"so uh, do you fancy anyone?" Fred asked, he thought the best way to get you to admit it was to be blunt when asking
you stopped what you were doing at looked at him carefully
"why would I tell you that?" you scoffed when you saw how serious he was
"so you do" Fred smiled widely
you shook your head, going back to working on the potion "I didn't say that"
"but you do" he nudged you
"I don't, actually" you denied, trying to stop the blush forming on your cheeks as you quickly looked over at George, who was looking bored
"why don't I believe you?" he questioned tilting his head as he counted the stirs
"you don't have to, I don't really care" you shrugged, pouring the next lot of stuff in
"alright, so who is it?" he continued pestering you
"Snape" you replied sarcastically
"that's not even funny" Fred gagged
"well then I guess I don't fancy anybody then, like I said"
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"I'm telling you, she fancies you, mate!" Fred proclaimed, hitting George on the arm
"has she straight up told you that?" George sighed, getting frustrated at his brother trying to convince him that you like him
"well no bu-" Fred started
"-then she doesn't, Fred, so stop trying to tell me she does, I know she doesn't" George huffed, going back to his food
"well that's what this for" Fred pulled out a small, green vile from his pocket, noticing you walk into the hall
"is that-" George started, only to get cut off by his older twin
"-yep, from this morning" Fred nodded, calling out for you
you looked over and furrowed your eyebrows as you saw Fred motion for you to sit next to them
you walked to them and hesitated
"yes?" you looked down at them, avoiding George's gaze as he stared up at you softly
"come" Fred shuffled over, making space between him and George "sit"
you slowly sat down, not sure why he wants to sit with you
"so, how was your day?" Fred asked casually
"it was...ok? I guess" you shrugged
Fred then got your glass and filled it with pumpkin juice for you
"oh, thanks" you mumbled, looking over in front of George
"would you mind passing me the mashed potatoes?" you asked him, making him blink, confused
it took him a second to realise what you said and turned away from you, picking up the bowl and passing it to you, shovelling it onto your plate
"so, where do your friends sit?" Fred asked curiously
"well most of them are in Hufflepuff so we sit on their table" you smiled, turning around, pointing to a bunch of girls who were giggling
while you were waving at your friends, Fred quickly went to reach for something and tipped a few drops of the serum into your drink, ignoring the look George was giving him
"you can get in trouble for that" he whispered as you were disracted
"pardon?" you turned back around when you heard George speak
he slumped in his seat, getting slightly nervous "i didn't say anything"
"would you like some sausages, or drumsticks?" Fred asked
turning your attention back to him, you thought of what you wanted
"drumsticks, thanks" you smiled at Fred who passed you the plate
you took a few and put them on your plate
"so uh, got up to any pranks lately?" you wondered as picked up your glass, George winced quietly as you brought it up to your lips
"well you know us, we're always causing trouble" Fred smirked as you took a sip
you put it down as Fred wondered if it had kicked in yet
"I just love George's hair, don't you?" Fred began the interrogation
"yeah, it looks really soft" you replied, looking over at George who looked guilty
"I bet he'd let you run your hands through it if you asked" the older twin laughed
"wouldn't that be weird?" you asked quietly
"I don't know, but doesn't he just look so...gee what's the word?" Fred thought fakely, trying to get you to finish the sentence
"handsome? cute? pretty?" you helped him with the words
"yeah, those, what do you think, Love?" Fred rested his elbow on the table, leaning on his palm as he watched his brother blush uncontrollably
"I think he's really pretty! he always looks handsome but I think the long hair frames his facial features really well, but the short style looks good too"
George brushed some of his hair behind his ear, a pit forming in his stomach as he knew this wasn't right, if you really did fancy him, this wasn't the way to find out.
"do you fancy anybody at the moment, Love?" Fred questioned, sparing no mind to George's expression
"yeah, it's silly, really" you shied away, shifting in your seat
"why do you say that?" Fred tilted his head
"because he probably doesn't like be back" you blinked
George could see the way you would flinch every time you finished talking, he knew you were trying to fight it, he felt bad, but the more you talked, the more he wanted to know
he wanted to know if Fred was right
"well who do you like?" George spoke up, looking at you longingly as he begged you for answers, knowing you wouldn't lie
you turned to George and blushed furiously before you smiled sheepishly
"you" you admitted
Fred smiled to himself, knowing he was right while George just stared at you
his big brown eyes looked into yours as you felt your eyes begin to tickle, forming small tears
"you fancy me?" George whispered
you nodded "yeah, I have for a while"
"I told you, Georgie" Fred chimed in
it was silent for a while, George not knowing what to say, Fred starting to eat again and you, trapped in your thoughts
"I'm going to go now" you blurted out, getting up and rushing out of the Great hall, finally being able to think without getting interrogated
this isn't what George wanted, he sat there watching as you quickly walked out, Fred did truly feel a little bit bad, but he was doing if for George
George got up, deciding to go after you
"wait up!" he yelled as he watched you go up the stairs
you continued going to the common room, not wanting to embarrass yourself and wishing he wouldn't ask any more questions
"wait! please!" he called out again
he eventually caught up to you and held his hand out for yours, reaching for your hand to stop you from leaving
"please, I'm sorry! I'm sorry, It was Fred's Idea, not mine" he started desperately
George regretting asking you straight after he did, but it was too late because you already outed yourself.
you weren't surprised, you had realised what was going on as soon as your words spilled out, not being able to say what you wanted to say
you wouldn't say you were mad, you were too upset and embarrassed to be mad in that moment
"look, I- I fancy you too! I have for a long time and Fred wanted to know if you liked me too so he just came up with it, I'm sorry, I didn't want to do it, trust me, it wasn't my idea" he continued as you didn't speak
"could've just asked me out" you muttered
he laughed at your words
"yeah, I should've" he chuckled "I was too nervous though"
when you didn't talk he knew what he had to do
"do you want to go out with me then? if you still fancy me after that, I wouldn't blame you- if was wro-" he went on to a ramble
"sure" you smiled, feeling the potion begin to wear off
"brilliant"
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pairing : sirius black x reader
fandom : marauders/hp
synopsis : sirius realizes there's no place that feels more like home than your arms.
warnings : self depreciating thoughts, insecurity
a/n : felt like wandering into the realm of the marauders! do let me know if you want more :) inspired mildly by francesca by Hozier
sirius sat with james, while remus and peter sat across from them, both pouring liberal amounts of gravy onto their plates. james was also digging into an obnoxiously large amount of roast potatoes and chicken, barely pausing for a breath as he scarfed down the food.
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the great hall was not buzzing with the sound of students chattering as it usually did, and the sound remained at the decibel of a small hive of bees, while the professors murmured softly at the grand table, the munch of the many treats laid on the table for the christmas eve dinner.
sirius himself didn't feel that hungry, fork half heartedly poking at the beans on his plate. his eyes roamed around the hall, taking in the tiny mass of people at the other tables, and at dumbledore pulling mice out of his purple witches hat - his christmas special.
that very morning, his owl had dropped off a rather nasty howler from his darling mother, once again choosing to call him a colourful variety of insults and ending with her usual "disgrace and traitor to the black boodline" bullshit, followed by a chorus of "mixing with mudbloods and muggles" that had him clenching his fists in frustration.
then, his father orion had also decided to grace him with a scathing letter he burned the moment he received, but not before catching the words "shame to my bloodline", which once again had him sighing and rubbing the sore spot on his temples.
he had ignored it initially, focusing instead on the beautiful hand knitted scarf, golden watch and basket of sweets and treats he had received from euphemia and fleamont, with a small engraved gryffindor lion at the back of the watch.
he had also received a leather jacket from you, and homemade strawberry pies that you had made with help from the elves in the kitchen, and a set of silver rings to go with his pre existing ones.
remus had gifted him a muggle record called rumors from a band called Fleetwood Mac, that you had freaked out over and told him you'd listen to together because they were your favourite band ever and you'd be damned if he discovered your favourites on the album without you.
james himself had bought him bundles full off tricks and games from hogsmeade, and a framed picture of the marauders, along with a small replica of his own quidditch jersey because, "everyone has to know you're my number one fan pads!"
even marlene had gifted him a bunch of chocolate frogs, and mary had got him a postcard from venezuela and chocolate because her parents were visiting. lily had sent him muggle posters of his favorite bands as well.
but despite the merriment, the niggling insecurity of not being enough played on his mind the whole time, creeping like a shadow, insecurity slithering through the corridors of his mind, casting doubts where there once was light.
his mind was spiralling, as he looked at his plate, gulping as a sudden lump appeared in his throat. james was reading a letter from his mum to remus and peter, telling him about their travels in egypt, and peters mum had sent sweets for them to share at dinner.
oh how he longed for a mom who would write him sweet letters and send him sugary treats instead of venom coated words and flame bursting letters, a father who would teach him how to tie his tie properly for class, or tell him tales of his childhood.
sirius longed for a family to love and hold him always. and the closest he had to that was you and james.
as his thoughts turned to you, he was distracted by a sudden crash as the doors were flung open, as you rushed in, followed by the two friends with whom you sang as part of the hogwarts band, your red robes flaring as you rushed to find your spot beside him at the table.
with a pant, you flung yourself down, taking heaving breaths to calm your racing heart.
"well hello little miss" james said through a mouthful of peas, making you scrunch your nose in disapproval. "where were ya?" remus asked, piling on food onto your plate before it changed course.
"i was at band practice! we just lost track of time and then had to rush because we were so hungry!" you exclaimed, while your hands reached for sirius' under the table, taking his cold palm in yours, squeezing it tenderly to get the blood flow back in them, bringing it up for a quick peck to the knuckles before interlacing his fingers with yours.
sirius felt his heart physically slow down as he watched you, laughing a joke remus made, poking fun at james and messing around with peter. he watched as you cut the roasted potatoes into smaller chunks, dipping them in extra butter as you popped them into your mouth, and the way your eyes sparkled when you smiled.
he watched the way your hair fell, little strands framing your face as you brushed them off impatiently, all while leaning forward for a slice of a chocolate tart and icecream that had just appeared.
he watched as you put a slice of apple pie on his plate, topping it with a healthy dollop of cream, and passing it to him with a saccharine sweet smile and a murmur of "your favourite siri!" and he felt his heart flutter again.
what he didn't note was the crease in your eyebrow as you looked at your friend, the darl circles under his eyes, the slight stoop to his posture, the way his smile came out forced, lips pressed tight together with none of his gorgeous smile lines appearing around his eyes and lips.
he failed to note the way you drew a sharp breath when you felt the rough skin of his palms, coarse from all the times he dug his nails into the delicate skin to control the rage and hurt he felt at his family. the way your eyes softened as you looked at him, the way his lack of obnoxiously lewd jokes and quick wit made him look so vulnerable that it shattered your heart into a million pieces.
after the crackers were pulled and you had packed up a "grow your own warts" kit and many a butterbeer flavoured candy and a few white mice, he squeezed your hand again, gesturing towards the gryffindor common room, leaving the boys chatting with a few members of the ravenclaw quidditch team who had stayed back for christmas as well.
murmuring the password to the fat lady, you stumbled into the common room with sirius, who had his arm wrapped tightly around your waist. you sunk into your favourite armchair, and giggled when sirius fell into you with a muffled "thump"
even though you were 'just friends', you knew him better than anyone else and he knew it as well as you did.
the cozy red armchair with its plush cushioning looked as inviting as ever as he settled into it, legs haphazardly tossed over yours. affection was a major part of your relationship with sirius, having become fast friends since the first year at hogwarts.
ever since you were joint at the hip, bonding over a shared love of music, shared comfort in silence, shared trauma and a love for leather. you were as much a part of the marauders as any of the other boys, and sirius couldn't quite point to the time when you had become such fast friends.
he buried his head into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, absorbing the lilting notes of vanilla and shea, and fiddling with the loose strands of hair at the base of your neck. you hummed softly, some melody that had been playing on your mind, hands gently running through his dark locks, nails scratching softly at his scalp.
"you okay?" you asked, noting the tenseness of his shoulder muscles, and the still present frown between his eyebrows.
a non commital shrug was the only response.
worry began to seep into your mind, surprised at how your usually bubbly bestfriend was decidedly unbubbly.
"you don't seem okay babe" you stated, lifting his chin so he was looking at you.
his stormy gray eyes reflected doubt and insecurity dancing like lightning, casting shadows of uncertainty that loomed deep in his mind.
to your surprise, tears welled up in his eyes, mirroring raindrops, poignant with a tempest of emotions swirling within, creating a tumultuous scene of vulnerability and insecurity.
"oh sweetheart.." you cooed softly, shuffling so he was engulfed in your arms. you felt him bury his face deeper into your neck, clinging to you desperately as if he was worried you'd disappear into thin air.
"talk to me honey" you whispered, trying to coax him out of his hiding place.
just as he opened his mouth to speak, the door to the common room swung open and remus james and peter trooped in, followed by a few other gryffindors.
they stopped short, taking in the scene before them, their best mate in tears in the arms of the girl he loved who happened to be his best friend.
"mate are you-" james began, only to be cut off by a glare from remus.
"who don't you go up to our dorm y/n? I'll make sure no one goes up" remus said, staring at your pointedly, offering a soft smile to you when you nodded.
"i think we'll take you up on the offer, is that okay with you siri?" you asked, still softly stroking his hair.
he nodded against you, and followed you silently as you took his hand in yours and draped an arm around his torso, pressing a kiss to his temple as you led him up the winding staircase to the boys dormitory.
as soon as you were inside, you led him over to his bed, gently pushing him down so he was sitting, eyes looking unseeingly at the posters and polaroids that graced his headboard.
with worried eyes, you watched his gaze flicker back and forth, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to spill over.
"talk to me siri, im right here" you cooed, kneeling down in front of him, hands resting on his knees, drawing tiny circles with your pinky over the material of his robes.
"are you here with me love?" you asked, watching the black in his pupils darken as he spaced out. you watched as he jolted a little, looking at you almost alarmed, before the tears began to drip down his cheeks.
the first drop had you sprinting into his arms, wrapping your own tightly around him, kicking your shoes off as you squeezed him tight, knees resting in between his own, as he sobbed into your chest.
you'd seen him cry before, but never like this. broken sobs spilled from his salty lips, dampening the material of your robes, and small choked sounds escaped his lips, along with deep strangled breaths as he gripped your waist to keep himself grounded.
he cried for what seemed like hours while you whispered sweet reassurances to him, kissing his cheeks, his nose, his forehead and his hands, placing his hand on your chest to feel the steady beating of your heart.
"m' right here darling, let it all go, I've got you, i promise, I'll be right here to hold you honey" you whispered to him, rocking him back and forth like a child.
sirius gripped you even tighter, clinging to you as if you were his lifeline.
eventually, his sobs slowed,and he pulled back, eyes red and swollen and face glistening with tears. even when his hair was messy and he looked like a wreck, he looked ethereal.
"oh my beautiful boy" you said, kissing the top of his head. "tell me what you need" you said, interlacing your hands.
"you, just need you" he said, and the way his broke on the word 'you' shattered your heart into a million pieces.
"just give me one second darling, okay?" you said, walking into their bathroom and taking out a clean handkerchief from your pocket. you soaked it in some water, bringing it back to him, gently wiping his eyes and then his face with it, leaving kisses on every spot you cleaned for him, before taking a comb from his nightstand and slowly untangling the mess that his hair was.
sirius watched as you combed his hair, eyebrows furrowed in attention, and he swore his heart fell even more for you.
"d'ya think you can tell me what's wrong sugar?" you asked, biting you lip when he flashed you a smile at the nickname.
"yeah" he nodded, tugging you down so you were cuddled into his side. "oh wait!" you exclaimed, fishing some chocolate out your pocket and offering a piece.
he took it with a smile, letting it melt on his tongue as he looked at you.
you were now snuggled into his shoulder, your ankle intertwined with his as you lay across from him, hand gently holding his, as his other hand traced patterns on your hip.
"darling mother of mine sent me a howler this morning for a christmas present" he said with a dry chuckle.
"did she now?" you said, anger simmering deep in your bones. "yeah, and then sperm donator sent me a lovely letter as well" he said, chuckling a little at his own nickname for his father.
"mmhmm" you said, tracing his thumb.
"yeah, jus' caught me off guard" he mumbled
"you do know that whatever they say is not true, right?" you asked, looking straight into his eyes.
"yeah but- fuck, darling, it gets hard sometimes. sometimes I feel like I am a traitor and failure. sometimes i feel like I'm not worthy of being a human, I'm not worthy of being a friend, I'm not worthy of being loved i-" he broke off, looking at the ceiling.
"you are more than just a name, sirius. you are worthy of being loved. you are worthy of being human, and you are worthy enough to have friends who care about you" you said firmly, forcing him to look back at you.
"it just hurts me sometimes" he admitted
"i know sweetheart" you cooed again. you felt like no words you said were enough when it came to this topic.
"am i really worthy of being loved?" he asked suddenly, turning his face to look at you.
"of course" you said. the silence got louder for a moment. "siri?" you asked, voice lighter than honeycomb.
"theres something Ive been wanting to tell you" he got out in a rush. "ever since we met on the train on our way here, from the tender age of eleven, my heart silently declared its allegiance to you. each passing day has been a testament to a love that started as a whisper and has grown into a resounding echo in my soul. darling, with every sunrise and every moonlit night, my affection for you deepens, as if there's an infinite well within me, filling with the boundless affection i hold for you. you are the constant melody in the symphony of my existence, and i fall harder for you with each beat of my heart" he said, turning to look at you.
you felt tears welling in your own eyes, and it only felt right when you leaned forward, pressing your soft lips to his slightly chapped ones.
to him, you tasted of strawberries and cocoa, warm and sweet and oh so extravagant, a taste so luxurious he couldn't get enough of it.
to you, he tasted of cigarette smoke, mint and cocoa, an intoxicating taste you couldn't get enough of
his lips pressed deeper against yours, hand grasping your waist tightly, pulling you flush against him, as he poured all his love and passion out for you.
time stopped, the world slowed and your heartbeat dropped to the lowest of lows. relaxed. calm. loved.
finally, when your lungs began to burn from the lack of oxygen, you drew away, chests heaving as you looked at each other.
a slight flush lay on his cheeks, tinges of red littering his cheekbones. you could feel a heat thrumming in your own cheeks, and your heart felt like it was racing a million miles an hour.
"i don't know how long I've waited to say that to you" he breathed out, nuzzling his nose to yours.
"since our shared days at eleven, my heart has been a clandestine haven for the enchantment you brought into my life. you don't know how happy you made me with this. in the quiet dance of our days, my affection for you has blossomed into a resplendent garden, and with every sunrise, I find myself immersed deeper in the captivating allure of our love. you are the symphony that resonates in my heart, and i cherish you always" you told him, pressing a kiss to the swell of his cheekbone.
sirius felt his cheeks burn a deep red, and he tilted your lips up to press a searing kiss to them again.
"i love you" he gasped against your lips, drawing you closer to him.
"i love you too" you murmured against his lips moulding your body to him.
and as sirius lay there in your arms, pressing kisses as sweer and delicate as spun sugar against every part of your body but especially your lips, he realised there was no other place that felt more like home than your arms.
you.
you were his home.
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a/n : I've missed writing so much!! i really hope you enjoy this, and as always likes reblogs comments opinions etc are appreciated!! sending u all love and happiness and remember, my inbox is always open and i love making new friends!! marauders is a new field for me but if u have any reqs/ideas please do send in asks! happy reading ☺️♥️
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Boobjob w/ Subby!James
James is already in love with your tits so when you bring it up, he looks like a kid in a candy store.
James can’t help but fondle your titties the minute he sees them bare and in the open. Pinching and twisting your nipples to his pleasure, he seems to forget about his aching hard on being neglected.
Reaching forward, you free his member. Gasping at the sudden shock of cool air against his cock, James pinches your nipples even rougher. You let out a pained and pleasured moan, sitting up you spit on James’ dick and start stroking it.
“F-fuck, good girl,” James groans.
You then move his penis to sit between your boobs, moving your hands to either side of your breasts you then squeeze them together to suffocate James’ cock.
James hisses out, “Oh my fucking god, your tits feel great.”
James spits, lubing your boobs and his cock up. You can’t help but squeeze your thighs together, feeling aroused by the sight of James falling apart from your tits alone.
“Sh-shi-itt, more, Mommy.”
You speed your motions up, licking at his dripping tip, which peeked out every time you moved down on his cock. His dick was twitching, needing the high that was so close to him.
“O-oh! Yes I’m about to c-Um!” As soon as he could finish warning you, he sprayed your face and tits with cum. James couldn’t help but still feel turned on by the sight of you, covered in his cum. Scooping some of the cum off your tit, he lifts his fingers to your mouth and shoves them down your throat. Wanting you to gag around his fingers, he hit your uvula purposefully causing you to tear up.
“Can we please do this again?”
A/N: not proofread!
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itsgrangerweasley · 2 years
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Minerva McGonagall: [to Molly Weasley] Your children are unruly, disrespectful, volatile, and highly unpredictable. I am quite fond of them.
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Always at the right time
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in which for four times Y/n saves our boy Freddy, and the one time he saves her.
Reader is a ravenclaw, but it's really not important
but she is also a Seer, and that is important
no sensible temes threated
and there isn't really a progression of their relationships, only a few kisses in the end
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Fred, he had never understood how this was possible.
He had sifted through a thousand and one solutions in his head, but they all led to the one, simple explanation: she was a witch. Of course, not the most brilliant of his reasoning, after all, his entire family were wizards, he lived in the magical world and had attended a school of magic based on raising young wizards and witches.
That should not have been the only answer he had been able to find.
Yet after years he still could not fathom how it was possible that every time, he found himself in trouble here was Y/n L/n to appear to get him out of it, in a quiet, nonchalant way that he had never explained. Well...let's be honest, not really every time, or else the poor girl would have spent the rest of her life running after Fred Weasley to solve whatever thorny situation he had caused. Certainly, a fate not desirable to many.
Often was a more accurate description.
However, often enough for the boy to notice her presence and begin to get curious.
Of course, intriguing Fred Weasley was not difficult, a far more impressive accomplishment would have been to actually manage to keep him out of trouble; but even attracting his attention long enough to get his nose out of his pranks and the Quidditch manoeuvres he had to learn, that too was an accomplishment, perhaps not mind-blowing; but at least noteworthy.
And it seemed that Y/n had succeeded splendidly, on her own, without anyone's help. But more importantly, without the boy understanding how it was possible.
It had all started years earlier, two to be exact.
Although thinking about it, with all that had happened, it seemed a lifetime earlier. Centuries and centuries of water had passed under the bridge.
So here is the story of how four times Y/n saved Fred, and how, for a change, the once he saved her.
1.         Hogwarts, February 1996
The Weasley twins were in the throes of another one of their exploits; at the height of dinner the corridors of the castle were always deserted. This was, surely, a great advantage for them; the perfect time to organize their pranks was definitely during mealtimes. When the professors, and the nosy students, would gather in the great hall, too busy looking after the food on their plates, to notice the absence of the two identical Weasley brothers.
This was something they had learned in their first year. And they had not forgotten it since.
The two of them had now developed the skill necessary to work in the most perfect silence, their shirt sleeves rolled up above the elbows so as not to soil them, their ties loosened to allow them to breathe with ease in the eagerness given by the adrenaline rush that the risk of being caught injected into their veins.
It had always been, besides the great satisfaction they felt at seeing a successful prank, one of their favourite moments this.
The one in which adrenaline releases discharges in the heart from the anxiety of being discovered, the blood pumps faster in the veins, the palms and forehead sweat slightly, and you feel alive as if riding a broomstick descending at full speed to the ground. A feeling of pure life.
Of course, the risk of getting caught was more concerning getting caught red-handed; they knew perfectly well that regardless, the blame would fall on their red heads, knowing that, in the school, no one was able to play left-handed shots equal to what their brilliant minds were capable of processing.
But, in any case, without evidence they were not going to face any consequences. Most of the time.
The silence of their hustling was interrupted by a voice humming in the hallway, quick footsteps approaching, clatter of heels against stone that would have made even a werewolf's hair stand on end.
"Shit." It was the first word that slipped out of George's lips, who in an instant was on his feet ready to make his escape. "Fred, it's Umbridge, we have to go."
"I've almost-" murmured the other, still on his knees, connecting god knows what to a small box placed against the woman's office door "done." He said exultantly, rising to his feet.
Time was short, they both knew, and the twins launched into a run, just far enough away from the office not to be caught right at the scene of the misdeed, but, possibly, close enough to hear the result of their prank.
They took refuge around a corner, one aisle over. Their robes under their arms and two identical smiles on their lips.
The explosion and the stinking cloud came like a melody to their ears.
The screams that followed it were the icing on the cake.
What made their laughter go sideways, however, were the voices that immediately began to squawk; the woman was not alone. And footsteps approached, swiftly.
A brief glance at the two was enough for them to turn around and start running at full speed as far away from there as possible, the Gryffindor common room an ideal place to hide after the stunt they had just pulled. That was the plan.
George, in the lead, was running at breakneck speed with his twin at his heels, his ears pounding from the blood pumping desperately from the adrenaline in his system, and from the possibility of actually getting caught this time.
It took him a few minutes to realize that his brother was no longer following him, when he almost reached the portrait that led to his common room, in truth.
Fred, who had fallen behind, had slipped taking a particularly bad turn, crashing to the ground and going crashing with a particularly loud thud against one of the wooden doors that littered the castle, one of the many unused storage rooms.
The boy had stood there, admittedly a few seconds too long, massaging his head, when the door had swung open and a hand grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, pulling him inside before said hand was pressed over his mouth.
From below Y/n, she looked at him for a few moments before smiling; a smile that in all honesty was rather shabby for being that of a young woman whom Fred had never seen behave in a way that was not adorably kind to everyone. Always with a ready answer in class and always with a kind smile for anyone, whether they deserved it or not.
In silence the young woman raised a finger bringing it to her lips and leaned it against herself before whispering.
"Be quiet Weasley, if we get caught we're both in trouble."
With a mixture of admiration and confusion he obeyed, pressing his back against the heavy wooden door, trying to escape the human heat the young Ravenclaw emanated, in the cramped space. He, who was already sweating with his heart pounding from the run, found himself blushing hard when she gently pushed him aside as far as she could before pressing his ear against the door to listen to the hallway, waiting until the way was sufficiently clear. They remained in that position, pressed against each other for an indefinite time, before she raised her kind eyes to his and with a smile announced that the way was clear. She even offered to accompany him to his common room, constituting a credible alibi for him.
2.         Diagon Halley, Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, September 1996
The store that day was almost deserted, the picture of tranquillity, with the students having left the week before for Hogwarts only a few mothers with their small children, still too young to follow their future classmates, entered the doors of the Weasley brothers' store. That, then, was a dull day.
George had disappeared almost an hour earlier to the workshop behind the store, leaving his twin alone to manage the area in front, which had soon translated into Fred, bored as few times in his life, almost lying on the bacon drumming his fingers on it as his gaze wandered lazily around the shelves of his empty business. He puffed for what seemed to him the thousandth time, searching, almost desperately for something to do. He already missed the throng of young students crowding inside those four walls ready to spend their money to buy a laugh, as the two notorious troublemakers liked to say.
Without those cheerful young heads, the world was too lazy.
He wondered again if they should not have opened in Hogsmeade, make a cheeky competition to Zonko. 
He drummed on the wooden counter once more as, yet another sigh left his lips.
He had to find something to do, or he would go crazy with boredom.
The best idea that occurred to him was to rearrange the tall shelves that reached from the base of the store almost to the ceiling, covered with objects with the most disparate uses and uses.
Yes. That was a good idea.
So he did, in an instant the boy rolled up his sleeves and began climbing up a ladder as narrow as it was rickety. He thought he could replace it later.
Lo and behold, suddenly his good humour was back, sitting on his hands was not really his thing, setting up the store, talking to customers, inventing new tricks, even cleaning up on the floor. Everything was preferable to having to, simply, wait for something to happen. That, surely, was the worst feeling he could be forced to experience. Of that, he was sure.
After all, he had already grown accustomed to the throngs in his store, to the cheerful shouts of young wizards and witches realizing that they had a need for something that until a few hours before they did not even know existed, or that they could buy. He had already grown accustomed to the grateful smiles of people who bought something from him, whether it was a potion of some sort, an explosive prank, or some candy that Honeydukes supplied to the twins at a favourable price, having been offered by them as a reseller for the candy store in the capital.
Yes, after all, their work was proceeding well, but those days, during office hours when people were working and not really buying, left him in low spirits.
These thoughts crowded his head as he absentmindedly slid the cardboard packages off the shelf in the wall, stacking them with less care than he should have had, under one arm. His head had always wandered to the most disparate places while he did simple manual labor, allowing him not to get bored by staying focused on what he was thinking, rather than what he was doing. Of course, this was not limited to introspective thoughts about boredom, but much more often traveled with imagination. He wondered if he and his brother might one day expand their business. It would have been nice to open more branches, perhaps around the world. Already he could see himself, him, a billionaire.
He was reminded of a drawing he had once seen while strolling through Muggle London with friends, a duck in a hat taking a bath, in a tub full of gold coins.
Sooner or later, he would have to try it, too.
He smiled to himself, absentmindedly stacking yet another box under his arm. The bombs that were contained inside were not powerful enough to cause serious damage to people and objects if taken individually. Of course, the thought that having six of them in one package, with already four packages under his arm plus one in his hand as he worked absent-mindedly was not a safe situation had not even crossed Fred Weasley's mind; in all honesty, it was George who was the more safety-conscious twin of the two. The one who weekly prevented both of them from blowing up irretrievably at the very least, obviously could not always prevent every trouble, or explosion.
So, when the bell set above the door rang Fred had no half-hearted qualms about leaning out of his already rickety stepladder to see who had walked through the door of his store. A toothy grin at the thought that, at last, a customer would snatch him from the day's deadly boredom.
This was just yet another in his long list of mistakes that morning, which began with not immediately fixing the stepladder, followed by absent-mindedly working with explosive material in hand, and ended with jumping like a puppy at the arrival of a customer.
Needless to say, he slipped ruefully from that ladder.
The ground beneath him approached at staggering speed, the boxes still more or less clutched in his hand the boy closed his eyes, bracing himself for impact with the lacquered wooden floor they had paid so much for when they had built the store.
Whether he died or survived, George would have killed him for ruining it, he was certain.
Instead, what he had not expected happened, a waving of wands, a gentle voice releasing the right spell at the right time. A perfectly executed Arresto Momentum, and, in front of him, Y/n smiling, while he remained stuck in midair like a subspecies of idiot.
"You should be more careful, Fred Weasley," smiled the former Ravenclaw, sweetly, "remember, they teach you that in first year. Stairs, they like to change."
3.         The Burrow, August 1997
The wedding was what one might have called a veritable daydream. Bill in his suit, with his new wife clutched at his side was the picture of utter and complete joy; Fleur shone as if emitting her own light. Fred, who, in his years, had seen even too many sappy, melancholy couplets for his liking, had had to admit to himself that the two of them, no matter how nauseous and/or diabetic they made him feel at intervals, were in perfect harmony together.
There was no denying it.
The air was imbued with joyous excitement, perhaps even a good dose of alcohol, as Fred thought advancing among the wedding guests. Sunlight filtered through the foliage of the trees, dancing on the elegant white curtains that adorned the garden of the Weasley mansion, the magical atmosphere was undeniable. For Fred's taste there were a few too many undeniable things that evening, he thought as the sun set over the horizon, one hand sunk into the pants pockets of the suit he had purchased for the occasion and a glass of wine in the other. And most of all, a huge sword of Damocles hanging right above his head, ready to fall on him should he attempt to pull one of his cheap shots on the day of his brother's wedding.
He was certain that his mother would kill him.
The laughter and cheerful voices of family and friends filled the air, mingling with the sweet sound of music coming from the band playing on the makeshift stage. Fred watched with a mixture of emotion and melancholy as his loved ones exchanged loving hugs and bright smiles.
The scene was alive with a multitude of colours, with the vibrant floral decorations adorning every corner of the garden. Garlands of fresh flowers wrapped the tree trunks, while scented candles that had lit the path to the altar were replaced by the tables that had welcomed guests for the banquet after the ceremony.
Despite the looming shadow of war, in that moment, Fred could not help but smile comforted by his family around him and the unassailable joy of such a festive day. Quietly he took a sip from his glass shifting his gaze to Ron dancing with Hermione, his brother’s-stricken look wringing an amused laugh from him, so busy was the little Weasley dancing carefully so as not to step on his friend's toes, that she surely would not forgive him the affront.
The guests' elegant dresses swayed lightly in the breeze, while the scent of the delicious banquets enticed those present to indulge in a feast for the senses. The plentiful and delicious food, served on tables adorned with white linen tablecloths, offered a wide selection of culinary delights that satisfied every taste and desire.
The happiness of that evening on interrupted not long after, when a patronus burst into the middle of the banquet, announcing the most terrible of news on such a cheerful day.
The minister of magic was dead, the ministry had fallen, and the Death Eaters were coming for them.
Immediately there was panic, people screaming, chairs toppling over. His family clutched at each other, but, while still remaining Gryffindors, each of them tried to do their best to help people escape, to protect as many guests as possible.
He saw with a distracted eye Ron pushing Hermione behind him, the wand clutched in his hand with such force that Fred for a moment feared he would break it. Bill, taking his bride and clutching her to his chest, his eyes promising fire and flame. His parents try to find each other, shaking hands, ready to give battle.
In the corner George and Ginny stood back-to-back, wands in hand and spells already flying, striking the firsts Death Eaters to arrive on the scene.
For an instant his head spun wildly, for an instant the ground missed under his feet.
But it was an instant too long because when he recovered, he found himself on the wrong side of a wand, pointing in his direction, and a spell being fired at him.
Nor did he know what to do, so he simply closed his eyes, trying to raise his arms to keep from getting hit, waiting for the pain that-which did not come.
A roar not far away brought him to his senses, moved by instinct he picked up his wand, opening his eyes again only to find the familiar figure of Y/n in front of him. The girl had her back to him, her wand raised; clearly the spell that would have otherwise affected him had been deflected by her, but... how?
He had only a few moments to look at her, briefly. Her hair was pulled back into a dishevelled tail still damp, she was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, and her feet were bare.
Fred did not understood.
He was sure she was not at the wedding... how had she apparate there just in time to deflect that spell? At the exact moment when it should have hit him, she had appeared out of nowhere and, once again, saved him.
The only question was, how?
He naturally had no time to ask, because as soon as he could compose himself just enough to close the mouth that had been left open from surprise, the young woman turned around, barely looking at him from over her shoulder. After making sure the boy was all right, she gave him a smile and a wink, promising that "They would have talked about it later." And, she added, to the surprise of Fred, who came out rather red in the face that "That outfit looked really good on him."
The boy found himself momentarily speechless, still in disbelief at what had happened. He watched Y/n as she walked away as light as a feather amid the chaos of battle, her figure disappearing into the fighting crowd. A thrill of gratitude ran through him as he realized how lucky he was.
Or perhaps there was something else behind it, something eluding him, just beyond his fingertips.
He had no way of finding out that night.
4.         Hogwarts, May 1998
The battle had been raging for several hours now, in every corner it was possible to find Death Eaters clashing with members of the Order of the Phoenix, desperate students, Aurors, and Hogwarts allies who had been summoned from wherever they could be reached on short notice and in a great hurry. Fred, was following his brother through the chaos of battle. The roar of duels and the heat of explosions filled the air, mingling with the screams of rage and pain. He felt alive; charged with adrenaline, but at the same time worried for the safety of his friends and family.
The lifeless bodies lay scattered on the ground, and in each of them, for a moment the boy saw a friend, a family member, an acquaintance, someone he had loved. His wand moved with precision and determination as he cast spells against the approaching Death Eaters.
Every movement was quick and instinctive, but he knew he could never let his guard down, aware that a mistake could be fatal.
The smoke and dust obscured his vision, the heavy air scratched his throat forcing him to stop from time to time, and it was only when he rejoined with
Percy was beside him, fighting with the same ferocity and determination.
The two smiled as they saw Ron and Hermione arrive, while Percy, with an arrogance that was natural in him announced to the minister, that was being thrown against the wall, that he was resigning, while Fred laughed in amusement.
"Percy! You made a joke!" the boy burst out laughing, shifting his gaze to his brother "Did you really make a joke? The last one I heard you make was..."
But he could not finish the sentence, an explosion behind them carried away the rest of his amused comment.
Fred looked up, from the floor. His ears were ringing, perhaps an eardrum had ruptured. The dust from the wall that until a second before was behind him was still falling from the sky, and around him Harry, Ron, Hermione and Percy were also having trouble regaining control over their bodies, which had been thrown hard against the ground.
He grunted, sore, shifting his gaze to the wall, now reduced to rubble, and, to his enormous surprise, found a person standing just in front of him. Standing wide-legged, with her jeans broken in several places, covered with soot and dirt, her soft hair matted with blood, sweat and who knows what else. There, above him like a warrior angel, but pale as a corpse, was Y/n.
Once again, the girl had, seemingly, appeared out of nowhere, conjuring up a shield just in time to protect him and the rest of the group from the explosion that was sure to hit them.
The girl silhouetted before them with fierce determination in her eyes, her figure dirty and wounded but still standing and ready to fight, while he lying on the ground stared at her, incredulous, surprised by her timely presence and grateful at the same time. His heart was pounding in his chest as he tried to understand how it was possible that she was there, at that crucial moment, to protect them.
"Y/n..." whispered Fred, his voice cracked with emotion and astonishment. "Thank you."
Y/n looked at him with intense eyes, full of determination, before turning a tired yet satisfied smile on him, a reflection of the gratitude she felt for having arrived in time to protect the group.
"Save it. There is no time to stay here," she said with a firmness in her voice that did not belong to her, yet her voice like a fresh balm after the wounds of battle, "we must move."
With a nod, she indicated for them to follow her limping figure, she held out her hand to each of them, holding Fred's in hers, unable to let go as they moved through the rubble and chaos of battle.
Fred nodded, understanding the urgency of the situation. There was no time to linger in thanks or questions.
They needed to focus on survival, on winning the war that had been going on all night, but caught up in a rush the boy leaned down, taking her face in his hands and planting a kiss on her lips, quick, almost a blink.
"Later, you'll explain how you always come at the right time." He murmured, taking her hand back in his, bringing his attention back to the rest of the group who had shifted their gaze in embarrassment.
The girl for her part was reduced to a smouldering heap, red in the face and downcast-eyed. A stupid smile on her lips.
The moment of truth came a few hours later, at the end of the battle the two found themselves in the great hall. In the rush of the last fight they had separated, both of them remaining so distressed that if they had not found each other again as soon as possible one of them would have had a heart attack.
Thus, when the girl crossed the threshold of the great hall it was the red-haired figure that was the first one she caught sight of, and he threw himself at her at the speed of sound, catching her in his arms with an emphasis that lifted her off the ground, and holding her so tightly that her bones creaked under the pressure of the boy's embrace. They stood like this, in the doorway, for a few minutes before he led her to a somewhat secluded table, retrieving from somewhere a clean handkerchief and some water to cleanse the conspicuous wound that the young woman wore on her forehead like a badge of honour, while he smiled with a split lip and a black eye so obvious that it would have been visible even from the other side of the castle.
"I believe you owe me some explanation now." He commented softly, gaining her attention as she moved from the bodies delicately arranged in the room with care and attention.
The blush grew on her cheeks as she blushed.
"I-oh, for merlin's panties. I'm going to sound really, really scary. Keep in mind that this is not something I control, please."
He, let out a laugh.
"I'm sure I can handle it. Tell me, come on."
“I’m a seer.” She blurted out, “I can see the future, really well in some cases. Accidentally, those cases involved you… getting hurt. Like, really hurt.”
She started blushing, her eyes low on the floor.
“And… and I could not allow it you know? I… I do care for you, really. So I was… not so accidentally always there when I knew you would have ended up… bad?”
The boy sat still, for quite a while, before exploding in a laugh.
“So, I was almost right, you are a guardian angel!”
5.         Hogwarts, september 1992
To say that she was insecure on that broom was, absolutely, an understatement. Although she was in her third year of school now, Y/n was still a mess when it came to matters pertaining to flying.
The thing, it troubled her.
So, she had gone to the quidditch pitch together with a few friends, hoping to get the hang of it, with all those flying brooms without, possibly, making a fool of herself in the eyes of her far more experienced classmates.
Needless to say, her plan had foundered within the first fifteen minutes.
In no time, she had gone from hardly being able to lift herself off the ground to darting through the sky holding onto her broom with the purest of terror in her eyes. Unable to control her vehicle, she had simply been stuck in the air with her eyes clenched shut and tears stinging. Certain that she would have died there.
So great was her terror that she had not even noticed a foreign body approaching her, two in fact. George and Fred Weasley could have many virtues, minding their own business was not one of them.
So when the sight of a trembling girl stuck in the air had struck their eyes neither of them had thought twice about approaching her, perhaps to tease her a little, perhaps to tell her to move out of the way because Gryffindor team practice was about to begin and she would be in danger of getting hurt.
The important thing is that, she, she expected anything but to hear someone's voice speaking into her ear a few dozen feet above the ground.
The terror was so great that she jerked, on her broom. Letting her go with a scream that would have made a banshee's blood run cold.
This, was her second mistake of the day.
Losing the, precarious, control of her broom, which was keeping her suspended in the air the girl simply plummeted.
The ground was approaching her at such a speed that the world around appeared only as a series of indistinct colors and flashes, so Y/n, simply closed her eyes, waiting for an impact that would break who knows how many bones.
But what she felt instead was two arms grabbing her so fiercely that they pushed all the air out of her lungs with an unladylike oof, and the smell of gunpowder and smoke from Fred, who had caught her on the fly and was now holding her pressed against his chest.
"You should be more careful," he said with a laugh, "Good thing I was here at the right time."
perhaps this one day will become a complete fic with chapters and really progression of the relationship
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bonniesfamiliar · 1 month
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Imma be honest. I'm a multi-shipper. I ship multiple people together. Especially in the HP fandom. One of these ships happens to occasionally be Tom x Harry. Re-read. TOM x Harry (not noseless voldy moldy) NO. I Love time travel fics where Harry travels back and behold it is the hottest guy around: TOM RIDDLE. It's either student Tom Riddle or Minister of Magic Tom Riddle or Shopkeeper Tom Riddle at Burkes.
I LOVE THOSE FICS DON'T GET ME WRONG.
I just don't get why no one talks about Hagrid.
Everyone thinks of Hagrid as someone who can't keep secrets because of the way he's portrayed babbling when someone takes the time to talk to him (ex Nicholas Flamel). Nobody every thkns about how HE went to school with Tom Riddle. He knew Tom Riddle. He was framed by Tom Riddle. He watched Tom Riddle turn evl. He was the first piece of Tom Riddle's collateral damage. Hagrid knew the entire time that "you know who" was Tom, the guy who got his wand snapped as a TEENAGER. He knew who Voldemort was. Tom obviously would remember him.
WHY DOES NO ONE TALK ABOUT HAGRID IN FICS ANYMORE??
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fangisms · 6 months
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spring breaks loose
A/N: idk what it is but every evermore song makes me want to write ab this lifeless-eye, sexy-ass, grumpy fool. so first up is ivy! gif creds: @audrey-inspo
Pairings: Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader (implied Slytherin, but it doesn't matter)
Summary: Spring breaks loose, the time is near // What would they do if they found us out? 1.0k words
Warnings: fluff, secret... relationship?, major pining, kissing, lowk toxic friends (lovingly), friends to lovers
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Everyone wants to know about your secret fling. But it's not a fling, they just wouldn't get it. It's not some silly affair; you're not even sure there's a word for it under the umbrella term of relationships. What you are sure of is that there is something tying you to Theo that you've never felt with anyone else.
And he feels it, too. It's one of the few things he lets himself feel. How could he resist it? You.
So you meet up some midnights, awkwardly brush knuckles in the courtyard, let yourselves speak candidly with each other while dodging watchful eyes. For a while, it's easy like coloring in the empty spaces between clear cut lines. As long as you've got a steady hand, it should be simple. Even fun. Until you have to start sharing crayons with your nosy group of friends.
"Anyone else want to know what's going on between those two?" Draco says. He nods to Theo's fingertips tracing your kneecap where it's bent over his thighs. And where your wrist hangs from his shoulder as his head rests back against the couch, nearly dozing off.
"Yeah, me!" Pansy chirps.
Mattheo scoffs, pointing at Theo, "look, he's smiling, the wanker!"
He lifts his head, bearing his knowing smirk with pride. He spares a glance at you, then. And you press your palm to your mouth to choke down a laugh.
"Come on," P whines, "tell us!"
"Yeah, if you can kiss in private, you can kiss in front of us, too."
You whip your head round, aghast at Mattheo's request: "We do not kiss in private. We don't kiss anywhere!"
Theo lifts your legs from his lap, "Seems like a good time to turn in—"
"Ah, ah, ah!" Draco urges, "Not so fast"—Surprisingly, Theo settles back down in his seat—"If there's nothing going on, then prove it. Kiss."
Theo looks over at you, defeated. You both know they'll never give this up, it'll be months and months of teasing either way. At least this way will shut them up for a few hours. You shrug, and he rolls his eyes when your friends cheer and whoop.
"You lot are perverted," he sighs, smiling at you, "we need better friends."
You lean in and whisper, "Let's get this over with so we can find new ones."
Theo cocks a brow, leaning in, meeting you nearly halfway when he brings his cold hand to your cheek, thumbing over the warm skin. He's going easy on you, letting you take the lead. You press your mouth to his, clumsy but careful when he shifts closer. He recoils when you put your hand on his chest and slide your tongue against his lips. He'd call himself shy, but you know that look of embarrassment when he pulls away. It makes you smile.
Your idiots clap and form a chorus of 'aw's. Mattheo whistles, breaking Theo away from your piercing eye contact so he can quietly threaten him.
"You didn't have to use tongue!" Pansy shrieks. You scoff and stare at her, counting down from three on your fingers. She bursts out into laughter when you lunge after her on one, tearing off towards the girls dorms in a fit of giggles.
Theo watches you turn back for just a second to wave him goodnight. He holds up his hand, and you twirl around and head for the top of the stairs. Once you're out of sight, he lands a kick to Mattheo's side.
"You complete idiot," he grumbles.
...
You'd been staring at the dark ceiling, listening to girls filter in through the doorway until no one was left downstairs. You couldn't find tranquility enough to sleep or even shut your eyes for a while and pretend.
As the clock chimes once through the window, you shiver and creep toward the crackling fire.
His footsteps are rapid on their way down the stairs. You whip around just as he lands at the bottom of the steps, letting out a breath as he smiles at you. Both shuffling towards each other, he tries not to move too quickly in his subtle desperation.
Still, you nearly crash into each other.
“Hi,” you whisper.
“Hello.”
“I was just look—”
“Looking for you. Me too,” Theo huffs.
A few seconds linger between your slowly rising chests, your fingers ticking at your sweater’s sleeves, and his pushing through his hair. You open your mouth to speak just as he begins as well, and you both snap your mouths shut.
“No! You were first,” you say.
“Ladies first,” he shakes his head, “please.”
“Alright.” Something in you seizes and what seemed so easier to admit a moment ago has now been snatched from your chest, shriveled into oblivion. “I… really liked kissing you.”
His eyes light up. “Me too.”
You grin and shift a little, surprised at how bright his eyes seem even in the darkness. How his hair still coils sweetly down from his hairline in the middle of the night. And how he can still see right through you when it’s almost pitch black. Save for the dim firelight.
“And also,” he says, “I’d like to kiss you more. For longer. If that’s… if that works for you.”
“Yes! Yes, it does. I do. I do, too.” You’re out of breath at the admission, and he nods, seemingly relieved by your dulcet enthusiasm for him and all he does.
So he kisses you, dipping close and stealing from you what he has always wanted. Just a peck, or maybe it escapes him a little and he leans into it. But he pulls back to find you’re practically attached to him and neither of you want it to end.
“So… I guess this changes everything?” Theo whispers, cupping your elbow when you reach for his shoulder.
You shake your head, “it doesn’t have to.”
“I want it to.”
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myopicmeerkat · 1 year
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*On a hike* Remus: It's beautiful out here. Regulus: And quiet. Remus: Too quiet. Regulus: Did we lose someone? *Cut to Sirius & James, each with a bear in a headlock*
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theblack3stday · 23 days
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THE LUCKY ONE — Remus Lupin
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Pairing: Remus Lupin x fem!reader
Summary: During a painful period, Remus comforts you with empathy and patience.
A/N💌: I know I promised that I will publish the other Remus imagine, but guess who got her period and needed to write something comforting and fluffy? Me. I think you will like it sooo
Word count: 656
Warnings: emotional breakdown, period cramps, struggle
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As you struggle with your period, you were feeling a crushing wave of sadness and anger that is both mental and physical. You were in unbearable pain from both the cramps and the emotional fallout. You didn’t want to do anything but cry in bed and forget about the world for just one day.
Your period was always so painful and emotional, but Remus was very understanding. You noticed his empathic nature as your cramps reach an unbearable peak. Not only does he understand your pain, but his own struggles with the full moon seem to remind him of your emotional turmoil. Remus knew that you're emotionally sensitive during this time, so he's careful to be gentle and comforting.
During the first day everything was harder. In your first class everything seemed to be okay, but after that you were writhing in pain. Remus noticed that and he started to take care of you. You were grateful to have a very thoughtful and supportive boyfriend, but you ended up treating him harshly due to this unintended emotional confusion. But he understood, he was patient and gentle.
You feel a warm embrace around you, the pressure easing the pain in your lower abdomen. His arms hold you close, his strong yet gentle grip comforting you like a mother holding a sick child. Even though you can't see his face, you can feel the empathy in his hug. You feel as if the world is a little clearer, like this embrace is a safety net against the pains and problems of the outside world. You can't help but relax, your breathing slowly calming as his embrace provides the support and understanding you need in this difficult time.
"Hey, it's going to be okay." Remus soothingly whispered into your ear as he pulling you in close. He could tell that you were on the edge of an emotional breakdown and he wanted to be there for you.
He continued with "Just try and relax, okay? I know it's difficult but everything is gonna be alright." His voice was calm and reassuring, and it helped to ease some of the tension that was building within you. He held you close, his touch bringing a sense of safety. “Do you want something else?” he kissed your cheek.
The kiss on your cheek made your heart skip a beat. Remus's sensitive gesture was like a spark of light that illuminated your otherwise gloomy world. His tender touch filled you with a calming feeling of warmth and comfort. You smiled and responded. "No" you replied softly, "Just you."
Remus couldn't have asked for a better answer. He smiled and wrapped his arms around you once again, bringing you closer to his warm and welcoming body. Your cheek pressed against his chest, you could feel his heart beating, and it felt like a steady rhythm of comfort and love.
You were wrapped in his arms like a soothing blanket and for a moment all your worries melted away. Remus's touch was so comforting and sweet that you wished you could stay like this forever.
“I’m sorry, I was a total jerk today.” you said.
"Don't worry about it." Remus replied, his tone reassuring. "I understand that you're going through a difficult time right now. You don't have to apologize."
He gave you another squeeze then pulled back a little bit to meet your eyes. He smiled and tilted his head to one side.
"You don't have to apologize for something like that, you know. Your period isn't your fault; it's just kinda part of the way things work. So don't be too hard on yourself, okay?"
You nodded and kissed him “I love you, Rem..”
“Love you more, sweetheart.”
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george-weasleys-girl · 2 months
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Can i request a very rough and aggressive Georgie smut please 👉🏽👈🏽
Take It Out On Me
18+ only
Warnings: smut
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The door slammed, causing you to jump. You turned to see your husband George, tossing his coat on the hook, the lines of his face set in a deep grimace.
Oh dear. Today had been a bad day.
"Hey, sweetie," you sidled up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. "Rough day?"
He gave you a quick kiss on the forehead before pulling away and heading to the kitchen for a shot of firewhiskey.
Ok. Really bad.
"Wanna talk about it?" You asked.
He didn't answer but instead downed the shot and then poured another.
No talking then.
"Wanna fuck about it?"
George froze, the shot glass hovering at his lips. "What?"
Good. That got his attention.
"You've obviously had a terrible day," you stepped closer to him, running your fingers down the length of his chest to pause at his belt buckle. "And you need release. So... " a coy smile spread across your face. "Take it out on me."
His eyes raked up and down your figure, then upended the second shot. "You sure about this, love?" His voice was tender, but a savage hunger glinted in his gaze. "I'm not in a gentle mood tonight."
"I said, take it out on me." You repeated, barely able to get the words out before he slammed you against the wall, his lips pressed so hard against yours that it stole your breath. The scent of his sweat and desire mingled with the taste of firewhiskey on his tongue, leaving you weak in the knees. The only reason you were still standing was because he was holding you up.
George pulled back, smirking. "Since you seem so keen to be on your knees," he unbuckled his pants and pulled out his raging hard-on. "I have a job for that pretty mouth of yours."
He let go and you slid down the wall.
"Open wide," he commanded. You did, and in one smooth stroke, he rammed his cock down your throat. For a moment, you forgot how to breathe, gagging on his manhood. "Easy, baby," he coaxed. "Breathe through your nose. You're not getting out of this that easy." After a few seconds, you tried to bob your head, but he held you in place. "I think you misunderstand," he said sweetly. "I'm fucking that lovely face of yours. Not the other way around." Then he twisted his fingers roughly into your hair, angling your head back and pushing himself even deeper until his balls hit your chin.
"Playtimes over, darling," he grinned down at you.
There was nothing sweet or gentle about his thrusts, ramming himself down your throat with a wild abandon. Your eyes blurred over from the tears streaming down your face. But that didn't matter. All that mattered were the sounds coming out of your husband's mouth. Raw and animalistic. "Fuck you're so gorgeous," he groaned. "With your sweet little mouth stuffed full of my cock." He threw his head back and quickened his pace. Your clit pulsed painfully and you moved to shove your hand down your panties, but George somehow noticed. "Who fucking gave you permission to play with yourself?" he growled, continuing to pound relentlessly into you. "Take your fingers out of your pussy. That pussy is mine. And I'm the only one who gets to play with it."
You reluctantly pulled your hand away, a needy whimper escaping your lips, but he ignored you, his whole being once again focused on the orgasm churning deep in his balls.
A few more thrusts and you felt his cock twitch. You readied yourself for the oncoming flood, but at the last second, he groaned and pulled out of your mouth a loud pop. Then, without a word, he grabbed your legs, pulling you flat beneath him and ripping off your delicate, lace panties.
"Bet my little cum slut wants me to fuck her? Hmm?" George leaned back, stroking the length of his cock.
"Please..." you begged, spreading your legs wider.
"I don't know," he eyed your wet, aching pussy. "You were a bad girl. Playing with what's mine without permission. Maybe, as punishment, I'll make you watch me jerk myself off instead." He sped up his pace, groaning at heightened sensations. "And not let you cum at all tonight."
"No, please," you pled. "I'm sorry. I'll be a good girl from now on. Please, George, I need you to fuck me."
"What was that?" he taunted. "I didn't quite hear that last part."
"Fuck me, please!" You repeated.
"Hmm," George said, continuing to jerk himself off. "I'd much rather fuck that pretty pussy instead of my hand, but I'm not convinced you really need it."
"Pleease! I need you," you arched your hips up desperately. "I need your cock so bad. FUCK ME PLEASE!"
George grinned. "On your hands and knees then," he demanded.
You scrambled to do as you were told barely having time to react when he grabbed your hips and slammed inside you, sheathing himself to the hilt.
A loud gasp escaped you.
"Like that, do you?" He asked, slapping you hard on the ass before pulling all the way out and then slamming into you again.
You moaned, unable to stop yourself.
"Mhmm, just as I thought," he smirked and pounded into you again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
You clawed at the carpet beneath you, as his balls slapped against your clit, driving you closer to your orgasm.
"Is this what you wanted?" he groaned as he continued to plow deeper into you.
"YES!" You moaned. "FUCK YES! FUCK ME GEORGE!"
He slammed into you harder, then leaned down, whispering into your ear. "Do not cum, slut. Do you understand me? Don't you dare fucking cum until I tell you to."
You nodded and bit your lip, the knot inside you tightening. You were so close, and he knew it. His fingers dug into your hips, pulling you back to meet his thrusts. Both of you moaned as your pussy clamped down around him.
"Fuck, baby," he grunted. "You feel so fucking good."
His sped up his pace, fucking harder into you, his moans growing louder and mingling with the sound of skin slapping against skin that was now echoing throughout the house. It was all you could do not to cum.
It only took a few more seconds for George to reach the edge for the second time. "Come, baby," he moaned, his body beginning to convulse. "I'm right behind you."
At his words you let go, screaming his name, your pussy rippling in waves of pleasure. That was all it took to send your husband tumbling over the edge. With a loud "FUCK!" George exploded inside you, rope after rope of his hot cum filling you up.
You collapsed on the floor, and your husband collapsed on top of you. For a few minutes, all either of you could manage to do was lie there and breathe.
He finally rolled off of you with a chuckle. "Thanks love," he kissed your cheek. "That was just the stress relief I needed."
"Feeling better," you smiled as he rubbed his hand up and down your back.
"Much," he returned your smile. "You ok?"
"Never better," you answered honestly.
"Good," he said, cuddling closer to you. "What do you say to a nice, hot bath while I scrounge up some dinner?"
"Sounds lovely, Georgie. Are you sure you're up for cooking, though?"
"I am now," he said, sitting up. "At least something simple. Like maybe spaghetti?"
"Perfect," you purred.
George smiled down at you and proceeded to pick up bridal style and carry you to the bathroom. "Let’s get you in that bath, shall we?"
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iwantedtoforgetyou · 7 months
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Welcome Home, Bill Weasley
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Relationship: Bill Weasley x fem!reader
Word Count: 1.4k
Summary: With his hair short and facial stubble, Bill Weasley returns from London. You are only staying with The Burrow family for the summer. You weren't expecting to see a person whose face you had memorized over time.
Sunlight poured through the slightly tattered curtains, casting a warm glow on the worn countertops and the mismatched china displayed on the shelves.
The sound of running water filled the air as you diligently washed dishes, a contented smile on your face.
You loved these moments, the simplicity of domesticity, and the sense of belonging you felt within the walls of this magical home. It was a place that held so many memories and where you had found a surrogate family.
Just as you reached for another plate, a voice called out from the living room. "Darling!" Mrs. Weasley's voice echoed through the house.
You turned your head, your heart skipping a beat as you caught sight of Mrs. Weasley's expression. In an instant, you felt your breath catch in your throat, anticipation and curiosity flooding your senses.
Mrs. Weasley moved swiftly, gently bumping you aside as she grabbed a towel and hurried to the kitchen sink.
"There's no need to do these!" she exclaimed, her hair slightly disheveled and a rosy flush adorning her cheeks.
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but you couldn't contain your curiosity. "What's happening, Mrs. Weasley?" you asked, your voice filled with both concern and intrigue.
Mrs. Weasley glanced at you with a mix of excitement and motherly affection. "Molly, sweetie," she corrected, a fond smile playing on her lips. "Just call me Molly."
You blinked, surprised by the sudden change in address, but a warm smile spread across your face. "Alright, Molly," you replied, feeling a sense of closeness and acceptance wash over you.
Before you could ask further, a familiar figure appeared in the doorway, causing your heart to race. Bill Weasley stood there, his presence filling the room with a mix of surprise and joy. His hair was slightly tousled, and a crooked grin adorned his handsome face.
You felt your knees weaken, your breath catching in your chest. You hadn't expected Bill to return home so soon. Memories of your past flooded your mind, the way his laughter could make your heart skip, the way his eyes held a spark of mischief and tenderness.
Mrs. Weasley wasted no time, abandoning the sink to rush into Bill's arms. The motherly embrace enveloped him, her words muffled against his chest.
The Burrow creaked as the rest of the Weasley family gathered in the kitchen, their cheerful presence filling the space with warmth and familiarity.
Bill's gaze met yours, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. The air crackled with unspoken emotions as he released his grip on his mother. He started walking towards you, his gaze never leaving yours.
Your heart pounded in your chest, and you could feel your palms growing clammy.
He drew you into a tight embrace, his arms enveloping you in warmth and familiarity. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, holding him close, savoring the sensation of being in his arms once again.
Bill leaned back slightly, his hands resting gently on your waist, as he looked at you with a mix of surprise and delight.
You were left shivering as Ron tugged on his shirt, prompting him to step back.
"Come join me and George in the yard!" Ron exclaimed eagerly.
"Ron, my dear," Molly interjected, affectionately tousling his hair. "Let Bill settle in first, please."
Bill waved his hand dismissively. "It's alright, he's just thrilled to see me."
In one swift motion, he scooped Ron up and hoisted him over his shoulder, letting Ron's head hang loosely against his back.
"Let's go, you goofballs!" he shouted, pushing George through the rear door.
The remaining Weasley brothers followed Bill outside, ready to practice the new spells they had recently learned in class.
Caught up in the excitement, you couldn't resist joining them outside. You took a deep breath, your heart fluttering as you watched Bill playfully interact with his brothers outside.
The familiar warmth of the Burrow surrounded you, creating a sense of comfort and belonging. You couldn't deny the joy you felt at his return, even though you knew he was involved with someone else.
As the chaos settled outside, you stepped out onto the porch, your eyes searching for Bill among the boisterous Weasley clan. You found him leaning against a tree, catching his breath from the playful wrestling match with Ron.
Your eyes met, and a soft smile spread across his face as he made his way towards you. Your heart skipped a beat, and you couldn't help but smile in return.
“Hey," Bill said, his voice gentle and warm. "It's good to see you here."
Your fingers nervously played with the hem of your shirt as you replied, "It's good to be here. The Burrow feels like home."
Bill's gaze softened, and he took a step closer to you. "You've always been a part of this family, Y/N," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "It's good to have you back."
You swallowed the lump in your throat, your eyes shining with unspoken emotions. "Thank you, Bill," you whispered. "I've missed being around all of you."
As they stood there, the gentle breeze carrying the scent of fresh grass and the laughter of the Weasley siblings, you felt a mixture of contentment and longing. The years apart had changed you both, but the connection you shared remained.
Bill reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "You know," he said softly, his voice filled with a hint of hesitation, "things have changed since we last saw each other."
Your breath hitched, your eyes locked with his, your heart pounding in your chest. "Yes, they have," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.
Bill took another step closer, the space between you shrinking. "But some things haven't changed," he murmured, his voice low and filled with tenderness. "The way you make me feel, Y/N... it's still there."
A mix of hope and uncertainty swirled within your heart. You wanted to believe that you could find your way back to each other, but you also didn't want to disrupt the life he had built with Fleur.
"Bill," you began, your voice filled with vulnerability, "I don't want to complicate things. You have someone special in your life."
He gently cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing a soft caress. "Fleur and I, we're going through a difficult time," he confessed. "Being here, seeing you again... it makes me question everything."
Your eyes searched his face, searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation. "Bill, I don't want to be the reason for any pain or confusion," you said, your voice trembling slightly.
Bill's gaze held a mixture of longing and determination. "You've never been a burden, Y/N," he said, his voice filled with certainty. "If anything, you've always been the one who brings light into my life."
The air around you was heavy with unspoken desire and the lingering question of what could be. You knew you had a choice to make – to explore the possibility of a renewed connection with Bill or to protect your heart from potential heartache.
With a mix of courage and vulnerability, you leaned in, your lips just inches away from his. "Bill," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper, "I can't promise you a future or how things will unfold, but I do know that being here, in this moment, feels right."
Bill's eyes searched yours, a swirl of emotions reflecting in his gaze. He closed the remaining gap between you, his lips softly brushing against yours. The kiss was tender, filled with unspoken longing and the weight of your shared history.
Your heart fluttered as you wrapped your arms around him, deepening the kiss. Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourselves in the warmth and sweetness of the moment. The worries and uncertainties faded away, leaving only the electric connection between you.
Your embrace tightened, as if trying to hold onto the preciousness of the moment. You could feel the familiar touch of his hand at the small of your back, his fingers tracing gentle circles, and it felt like coming home.
You were finally home.
Note: Bill Weasley is underrated, that’s all I have to say.
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