#percy weasley smut

[atypicalamortentia]

Part 2 of disappear??? Maybe reader and percy getting walked in on or sum

Disappear Part Two || Percy Weasley

Synopsis - Your secret relationship with Percy is about to become common knowledge.

Warnings - NSFW.

Notes - Characters are aged 18+!

Word Count - 1.5k.

{Caffeinate Me}

Part One.

It had been a few weeks since your last rendezvous with Percy. Christmas and New Year had come and gone, so you were finally ready to start getting life back to ‘normal’ and of course that meant sneaking around with your lover once again. The Weasley’s were on a day-trip, to where you weren’t sure, but Percy didn’t go with them. He claimed he was sick just so you could swing round and pay him a visit undisturbed. So that’s what you did. You made your way to the Weasley home and let yourself in to find Percy straightening up the place. “There you are,” you smiled widely. You opened your arms and walked over to Percy, enveloping him in a tight embrace. “What are you doing?”

“Straightening up for mum so she doesn’t have to do it when she gets home,” Percy replied as he pulled away from you and placed some neatly folded blankets on the sofa. You found yourself still smiling and nodded at him in response. 

“How long is it going to take?” You asked, trying not to sound too desperate for him straight away.

“Well, I just need to put these blankets in mum and dads room and then I’m all yours,” he winked. You felt a familiar ache settle between your legs at the sound of his smooth voice and a shiver ran up your spine. He walked past you and up the stairs to Molly and Arthur’s room with you following close behind. He set the blankets gently on the bed before turning to you with a wide grin. Percy then grabbed your hand and walked, quickly, to his bedroom. Neither of you bothered to close the door, too preoccupied with taking the other’s clothes off until they were nothing but a scrambled pile on the floor as you both lay on his bed completely naked. “Gods I’ve missed you,” Percy mumbled as he pressed his lips against yours feverishly. You could only respond with a grunt as he wouldn’t let you pull away, his tongue invading your mouth and tasting you. You could tell from his sheer eagerness that he had missed you. 

Percy trailed a hand down your exposed body until he reached between your legs, slicking his index finger up your folds and gathering your wetness on his fingertips. Then he brought those same fingers to his lips, tasting the sweetness of your juices on his tongue. A moan escaped him and you saw his hardened cock twitch between his legs as his tongue lapped around his digits. “Percy,” you whined, thrusting your hips against his in a futile attempt to convince him to fuck you already. “Please.”

Percy shook his head and removed his fingers from his lips before placing them back at your entrance. “It’s been a few weeks,” came his response. “We need to get you good and ready before we make love.” 

You let out a shaky sigh and nod as he pushes a single finger into you. Moaning, you grasp at the sheets below you as Percy begins to slowly move his finger in and out of you. His pace was agonisingly slow but you revelled in the feeling. Shortly after a few thrusts, he inserted a second finger and kissed down your neck. “Oh Gods,” you moaned out, throwing your head back. 

“You’re so tight,” Percy mumbled as he continued to move his fingers in and out of your sopping cunt slightly faster now. He scissored his fingers just right to stretch you in the way he needed to as he bit down at the soft flesh covering your neck. “That’s right baby, let go,” he whispered, thumb grazing your clit. You gasped upon the contact and Percy began to rub your clit slowly, pushing you to your first orgasm. Your entire body tensed up as your climax washed over you, your hands gripping the sheets tighter as moan after moan left your lips. It felt good to not be so quiet and just let loose the sounds you needed to make. When your orgasm finished, Percy retracted his fingers and pressed them against your lower lip. “Suck,” he commanded. 

You nodded and did as he said, tongue sticking out and darting around his fingers licking away your spend. Percy groaned at the sight, an almost animalistic growl erupting from his throat. “Will you fuck me now?” You said, your voice practically begging. 

Percy smiled sweetly at you and nodded, “since you were a good girl, I’ll do anything you ask.” 

He positioned himself on top of you, pushing you down completely onto the bed. Your hands had already let go of the sheets below and wrapped themselves around Percy’s neck, pulling him as physically close to you as possible. The tip of his cock penetrated your entrance, and even with two fingers to stretch you it was still a slight struggle to fit him all the way in immediately. Percy pushed into you slowly, kissing your cheek and whispering words of praises into your ear. “Oh,” you gasped, as he fully bottomed out inside of you. He found himself grinning from ear to ear as he allowed you to adjust fully to his length before he began to move. His pace started off slow, but built up within a matter of seconds, his face holding all the concentration he had to not blow his load into you right away. Your nails dug into his back causing Percy to gasp at the pained sensation, but continued his pace against you. He was relentless in giving you pleasure. The headboard began to bang against the wall as a result of his forceful thrusts, only adding to your already dripping arousal. “Percy! You’ll break the bed,” you squealed, a slight giggle leaving your lips. 

“Don’t care,” he mumbled against your neck, his lips making their way to yours to kiss you passionately. He swallowed your moans eagerly. 

You were both so in the moment that you hadn’t heard the Weasley’s enter the home or the twins come running up the stairs. “Holy shit!” Came the twins' voices simultaneously. Percy stopped his movements and pulled out of you almost immediately, grabbing the nearest piece of fabric he could find to cover your body away from his brother's view. 

“What is it?” Came Ron’s voice from down the stairs. 

“You gotta come and see this!” Fred shouted back. 

Both yours and Percy’s eyes were wide, like deers caught in headlights as you both shook your heads. But it was too late. Ron was already running up the stairs, peering his head around Percy’s room to see you and his brother engaged in the most intimate of positions. Ron went pale, paler than he already was as his mouth hung open wide at the sight. “Oh my God,” Ron whispered.

“Ron-” you started.

“Nope. Nope. I’m out,” he said, throwing his hands up defensively as he turned to walk away. 

The twins stood there still, shit eating grins on their faces. “So…” George sang. “How long has this been going on?” 

You couldn’t answer. You found yourself stuttering nonsense as you tried to wrap your head around the fact that the twins had just walked in on you and Percy mid-fuck. “A while,” came Percy’s reply.

“So when you were putting the Christmas decorations up with Ron and you disappeared, you were-“

“Yes.”

“And you were-“

“Yes.”

“That makes so much sense,” Fred nodded.

“I knew it,” George said smugly.

Fred shoved him in the chest and scoffed. “No you did not.”

“Well I knew Percy was seeing someone!” George exclaimed. 

“How on earth did you know that?” Percy asked furrowing his eyebrows.

George and Fred shrugged together. “You weren’t as grumpy anymore. Thought you had to be getting it from somewhere.” 

Percy blushed a deep shade of red before grabbing a pillow and throwing it at his brothers, hitting them square in the face. “Alright alright we’ll leave!” Fred shouted, throwing the pillow back. “Next time, close the damn door.” 

Fred and George left the room, closing the door behind them. Percy looked at you apologetically, laying down next to you on the bed and staring at the ceiling. “Sorry,” he mumbled, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

You were still speechless, but managed to stutter out a quick, “why?”

“For my brothers.”

“I’ve known Fred and George long enough. Besides, we should have closed the door behind us,” you said with a shrug, finally recovering from the utter embarrassment you were feeling. 

“Mhm,” Percy hummed. His hand began to stroke circular patterns on your forearm in a soothing manner. He held you close to his body and smiled as he pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead. “Next time, we’ll close the door.”

“At least we don’t have to sneak around anymore,” you mumbled, burying your head into his chest. “We can be together openly now. See each other more.”

“I’d love that,” Percy said, smiling widely. 

You smiled back at him and kissed him softly before pulling away and looking back at the door. “The door is closed now… how about we finish where we left off?” You said, a cheeky grin on your face. Percy raised an eyebrow before climbing back on top of you. That night was certainly a night to remember, for the both of you. Not to mention, the Weasley’s didn’t get any sleep.

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[ffangirlingsince2001]

The Great Upheaval of Percy Weasley: Avoidance

Percy Weasley x OC

Description: Percy Weasley has been avoiding her and that will certainly not do.

Percy had been acting weird, not normal Percy weird, more like nervous schoolboy weird. And while Percy behaving strangely wouldn’t have worried Elle any other year, this year it was getting in her way. He was supposed to be her distraction, instead he was avoiding her. She was sure he couldn’t still be annoyed about her disappearing a few days ago. His kiss was enough to prove that. Yet, since then he hadn’t said a word, and ignored her invitations. She yanked her jumper over her head so hard it ripped. It was all she could do not to scream.

As she changed one black jumper to the next, she glanced out the window at the pouring rain. It was only one more thing to glare about. First Quidditch match of the year and she was going to be working in the rain, without warm lips to come back to.

“Hurry up, I want a good seat,” Dinah called.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Elle responded stepping out of the bathroom and grabbing her slicker.

“Wow, that’s some incredible house spirit,” Dinah said, noting her black jumper.

“I’m neutral.”

“Sure, until we win and then you drink like the rest of us.”

“Details, details.”

“Just make sure you take care of our team faster than theirs. I have a bet with Quinn, and I do not have the funds for a loss.” Elle rolled her eyes; this was the same conversation they had before every Quidditch match since Elle had started working for Madam Pomfrey in her fourth year.

“Do you want me to promise and lie, or just stay quiet.” Dinah only smacked her with her umbrella in response. “What’s the bet today?”

“Hufflepuff wins due to Gryffindor losing its seeker to an unforeseen injury.”

“You really have to stop betting on details and stick to just the winner.”

“Harry hasn’t been injured for ages.”

“Have you seen the weather; you could be injured in that storm.”

“It’s not that bad,” Dinah says as they pushed the door open, stepping into the torrent outside. The heavy oak pushed them back as the rain instantly soaked them.

“You were saying?” Elle yelled over the wind.

“Shut up,” Dinah yelled back, ducking her head as they marched towards the Quidditch pitch. They were halfway to the pitch when Elle realized she had left her wand sitting on the windowsill by her bed.

“Fuck, I forgot my wand,” she yelled.

“What?”

“I forgot my wand,” she yelled again, making a motion with her hand. “I’ll see you after the game.” Dinah waved her away as she continued her trek towards the pitch. Elle turned and ran back towards the castle, the wind pushing against her back all the way. She yanked open the doors and smacked right into the boy who had been avoiding her. His eyes widened and she accidentally glared.

“Elle-.”

“Move it Weasley, I’m on a deadline.”

“Wait-.”

“No, you’ll have to wait, I forgot my wand,” she growled pushing past him.

“Accio wand,” he announced, “Now, do you have a moment?” She whipped around. He’d been avoiding her, and now he had time to talk.

“Listen here, Percy Weasley, I don’t know who you think you are but-.” And then he was kissing her, right in the middle of the corridor, as if he didn’t give a damn about who came around the corner. She yanked herself away despite not wanting to.

“I’m sorry, they’ve got me following Potter. I haven’t been able to get away,” he said, catching her wand before handing it to her. She licked her teeth and glanced over her shoulder for anyone who might be watching, and then grabbed him by the tie kissing him again. When she pulled away, they were both grinning.

“Restricted section, after the game?” He kissed her again and she took that as a resounding yes. He pushed open the door for her and they both stepped back into the pouring rain that didn’t seem as cold as it did before.

When they reached the pitch, they waved their goodbyes and she slipped into the locker room, searching for Wood. She passed the girls changing and marched into the boy’s locker room.

“Wood!” she hollered, peaking around corners. She ran into the twins who both grinned but pointed her in the right direction without a suggestive comment from either, it seemed they remembered her threat from the last time they had crossed paths. “Wood.”

“Jesus Elle, you’re not supposed to be in here.”

“Oh shove it, I’m here to warn you.”

“About what?” he asked with a cocky grin and she slugged him in the arm.

“Listen, I know you like to take risks, don’t, not with the way it looks out there today.”

“Elle-.”

“Don’t argue with me. Just know there are two ways to fix broken bones, easy ways and hard ways, don’t make it the hard way.”

“You really know how write pep talk.”

“Shut up and win.” With that she walked out, noting Harry as she went and praying that Dinah would be winning money her bet today. She walked onto the pitch and winced at the spray of rain before finding Poppy in the medical tent.

“They shouldn’t be playing today,” the nurse fussed, and Elle nodded, glancing up at the sky.

“I couldn’t agree more.” She prepped everything they might need and sat at the edge of the tent, just out of reach of the rain. As she waited for the players to enter the arena she searched for Percy among the crowds. It wasn’t until Hufflepuff stepped out that she found his ginger curls whipping around in the wind, but she didn’t have long to stare before Madam Hooch tossed the quaffle into the air and the game began.

For being the worst weather she had ever seen, the first half of the game was without much injury. It seemed Wood had headed her warning (there was a first for everything). It wasn’t until the end of Katie Bell’s broom was struck with lightning that Elle was forced to make her way onto the field. She quickly put out the fire and checked the chaser over.

“All clear,” she yelled over the wind and then Katie was gone, back into the downpour the moment she was cleared. Elle returned to the tent only to run back out a few moments later as one of the Hufflepuff beaters was struck by lightning and came crashing down.

He wasn’t getting back on his broom anytime soon. She dragged him and his broom through the mud towards the tent and then levitated him onto a stretcher. She poured a thick white mixture into a cup and tipped it against his lips. Even through unconsciousness his nose scrunched at the smell, but she tipped his head back and poured it down his throat anyway. She was checking him over when she heard the gasps from outside.

She rushed into the rain just in time to see Harry hit the ground and Hufflepuff win the game. It seemed Quinn was going to be making her money today.

 She dropped to her knees and checked for a pulse, shocked to find how cold he was. No bones seemed to be broken and he had only suffered from a few minor scrapes and bruises.

“Poppy,” she hollered over the rain, “Bring the stretcher.” She raised the boy onto the stretcher and glanced wearily around at the students watching her. She yanked her attention away from them and back to Harry. “We need to get him warm, but other that he should be fine. Someone stopped him from hitting the ground hard enough for it to cause any damage.” Poppy nodded as she levitated the stretcher towards the castle. Elle rushed back inside and waited for the rest of the teams to wander through for their checks.

No one seemed particularly cheerful as they wandered through her tent. Whether that was the loss or the dementors she couldn’t be sure, but from the gloomy looks on the Hufflepuff team’s faces she guessed the latter. Everyone seemed to be fine but she asked Katie to stop by the Hospital Wing for a quick check up, just to make sure, and then levitated the Hufflepuff boy back to the castle.

Both teams had beat her back, and the Hufflepuffs were waiting patiently for their teammate.

“He should be awake in a few minutes,” she assured them before finding Poppy. The nurse sent her away, assuring her that there was nothing more she could do. She checked just to make sure, but Poppy had no problem swatting her away from patients either. She grinned and turned, doing her best not to sprint out of the Hospital Wing and towards the Restricted Section. However, she was intercepted on her way by a pair of cold hands and warm lips.

“I thought we agreed the Restricted Section?”

“Too far,” he murmured against her lips, locking the door behind him before pushing her against it. “How long will he be in the Hospital Wing?”

“A couple more hours at least.”

“Perfect,” he said before pulling her close again. He was almost as famished as she was as he hoisted her up and set her on a desk. His hands slipped beneath her jumper and she jumped at the cold tips of his fingers. “Are you okay?”

“Your hands are just cold,” she laughed grabbing his hands in hers and blowing softy. She could feel him shiver against her breath. She glanced up to meet his eyes before dropping his hands to cup his face before kissing him again. Warmer hands dropped back to the hem of her jumper before finding her skin once more. This time, instead of jumping away, she leaned in closer, relishing the feeling of his fingers creeping along the dips of her stomach. He peeled off her jumper and goosebumps followed his touch to the band of her bra.

She tilted her head as his lips found her neck and tugged on his curls, still damp from the rain. She was vaguely aware of his fingers tracing the band around to the clasp. He fumbled with it before giving up and simply resting his hand beneath the fabric. His other hand found her thigh, pulling it up against his waist. The denim stretched against the apex of her thighs as he pulled her closer.

“Elle,” he whispered against her skin and she pushed him away only to pull his lips to hers.

“Never again Percy Weasley, you hear me?” she asked against his lips, but he only cocked his hand in confusion. He pulled his hands away, as if he had done something wrong, but she caught him before he could fully retreat. “Never again will you ditch me like that,” she said before kissing him again. She pulled away once more to study his face, “Do you understand me?”

“Crystal clear.”

Excellent,” she laughed, emphasizing her pleasure with a harsh kiss to his jaw. She traced her thumb over the spot where she had kissed him moments before.  “Excellent,” she repeated.

“You’re excellent, and trust me, if I’m stupid enough to disappear again I will cast the curse for you.” She grinned and wrapped her legs around his waist, yanking him closer. Tangling her fingers in his hair, she breathed him in, drowning in the euphoria of warm lips while thunder crashed around them.

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[keykeep]

KINKTOBER 4:All Work and No Play Makes A Sad Prefect- Percy Weasley

Warning: male masturbation.blowjob, face fucking,cum swallowing.

It was October and the hallowe’en feast was in full effect. The Great Hall decorated in spooky decor, the ghosts providing entertainment. The music and dancing. It was your favourite event but your perfect prefect partner Percy Weasley hated it.

He was a perfectionist and having students out of bed so late gave him anxiety. It was really cute watching him sweat as he adjusted his tie and looked at his watch.

“Deep breath Weasley” you heard him say to himself. You giggled as you pulled him into a hug, “You work so hard baby have a break” he sighed in your arms slowly wrapping his arms around you in return.

When it was time to leave Percy wanted to walk you back to your room. But you wanted to stay out longer.

When you finally stumbled into the Gryffindor common room, you were met with the disappointing gaze of your boyfriend.

You took his hand and led him to his bed. As Percy watched you get changed he started palming his erection through his pyjamas.

You watching through the mirror with a smirk. “Fuck” he breathed out in frustration. Continuously grasping the outline of his cock moving his hand slowly. You had never seen a hotter sight in your life, but Percy biting his lip and running his hands over himself was enough to undo you.

He pushed his hips up just enough to let his cock out. The head already dripping with pre-cum. You kneeled down taking his cock in your mouth moaning at the way he tastes.

“shh, you can take it. you're doing so well.” Percy says as you take more of him in your mouth. Swirling your tongue around him and sucking on the top lightly, taking more of him in your mouth with each bob of your head.

He grabbed onto your hair forcing you to take more of him. Your eyes watering, your throat constricting, drool streaming down your face. Before pulling it out of your mouth with a satisfying popping noise.

The pull of your hair increases as he starts thrusting into your mouth again at a quickening pace. You heard him groan as hot cum shot down your throat.

“Swallow” he commanded as you swallowed his cum and licked his sensitive dick clean before wiping your mouth on the back of your hand.

“Are we good?” You ask him, “I am now” he replies pulling you into his arms as he cuddles you. “Thank you for taking care of me I definitely needed that break” he mumbles into your shoulder. “Anytime babe” you reply.

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[wynt3rrr]

—NSFW: how they react when they accidentally make you cry during sex

(in this preference, you cry because you are overwhelmed, not because of the pleasure😭😭😭)

harry potter:

he doesn’t immediately notice

once he does, he quick to pull out and reassure of your needs or problems

“i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to”

kiss your head as he hugs you tightly

hermione granger:

notices right away

she stops whatever she’s doing and hugs you without saying a word

feels guilty she made you cry

ron weasley:

thinks your crying out of pleasure

laughs and goes harder or faster until you tell him to stop

once he does he feels so bad, he won’t leave your side for days

draco malfoy:

was watching your face the whole time and he immediately noticed the look in your eye change . he saw the tears start to build up in your eyes and your mouth part, unable to speak

you put a hand on his chest and he stops, asking what’s wrong

“i’m so so sorry”

rubs your back, cooing you to sleep

luna lovegood:

“is everything ok?” you shake your head no at her question and she stops

she kisses your nose and asks what’s wrong

george weasley:

immediately freezes

pulls out and tries to calm down your breathing

kissing you repeatedly

fred weasley:

asks what’s wrong as he continues

you scream for him to stop and immediately noticed something is off

apologizes and hugs you till you sleep

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[the-al-chemist]

On This Wild Night — Part Five

Notes: there are five consecutive lines of this chapter that reduced me to tears whilst writing. They’re not even sad or happy or anything, I’m just an emotional mess. A warning for drunken dad dancing and an incredibly lightly described intimate scene. Anyway, thanks to all who’ve been reading, especially those who have liked/commented/reblogged along the way. Means the world as always. Lots of love x

Previous — Masterlist

Arthur Weasley was drunk. Artemis had never seen him this drunk before. She might have actually preferred drunk Arthur to regular Arthur. Drunk Arthur was definitely more fun to dance with.

“Muggles call this one ‘the sprinkler’,” he informed Artemis, demonstrating a dance move.

“That’s a great one,” replied Artemis, copying him. “Arthur, what actually is a sprinkler?”

“I have absolutely no idea!”

Artemis laughed out loud as Arthur stopped ‘sprinkling’ and started to bob up and down, pinching his nose with one hand and wiggling the finger of the other hand.

“Where did you learn to dance like that?” she asked him.

“At a wedding, of course! Muggleborn friends. Excellent fun.”

“As fun as this wedding?”

“No, this is the best wedding I’ve ever been to,” said Arthur. He suddenly stopped dancing, and leaned in towards Artemis. “Don’t tell my wife I said that.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t.”

“It’s not that I didn’t enjoy my own wedding. But, as a rule, weddings are more fun when you're not the one getting married. Less stressful, much less pressure.”

“Even if you’re making a speech?”

“Ah, that’s nothing,” Arthur said, swiping each of his hands across in front of his eyes with the two first fingers extended in a V-shape. “Just do what Ron and I did before ours.”

“What was that?”

“Drink.”

Artemis grinned. No wonder Arthur was dancing so flamboyantly.

“No, I love weddings,” Arthur continued. He put his fists in front of his chest, stuck his elbows out to the sides, and flapped them like a bird. “A whole day dedicated to people being in love with each other, and bringing their families together. What could be better than that?”

It was lucky, really, that the music was so loud. It meant that Artemis was able to get away with not saying anything in response to Arthur’s question. She forced a smile, and nodded her head in time to the music.

“Of course, today is a bit different,” said Arthur, not seeming to notice Artemis’ discomfort with where the conversation was heading, “because Harry’s been a part of our family for so long. It’s just that it’s all above board now. Official.”

“Yeah. Right,” said Artemis, her smile slipping from her face.

“It’s funny, him being my son-in-law. You know, I already thought of him as a son, in some ways. Molly, too. Adding the ‘in-law’ bit seems formal. Legal. I think it’s a bit of a downgrade, don’t you?”

“I dunno.”

“I think they need a new word. For sons and daughters that aren’t technically yours but might as well be. Maybe out-law. That would definitely suit you.”

“What do you mean, me?”

“Well, you’re already part of the family. Have been for years, haven’t you?” Arthur started to walk backwards without taking his heels off the ground between steps. Artemis had stopped dancing. She might have stopped breathing. “Maybe we should start calling you our daughter-out-law. I’ll suggest it to Molly later. I think she’ll like having a name for what you are to us. Naming things makes them less complicated, I’d say.”

Artemis threw her arms around Arthur with such force that he stumbled slightly, and almost toppled over.

“Sorry,” she said, letting go and using her arm to steady him. “I just… Thank you for saying that, Arthur.”

“What?”

“That I’m family.”

“Why would you not be?”

“Well, I’m not married.”

“Doesn’t matter. At the end of the day, all that comes down to is a signature on a piece of paper. Family is more than that. It’s not about blood, or paperwork, it’s about love. Just love.”

“You know, Muggles say that love is all you need,” Artemis said, within a smile that she didn’t even have to force.

“I’m not surprised. They’re ingenious, Muggles are.”

Artemis giggled as Arthur started to dance away from her, his daughter-out-law, and towards Fleur, his daughter-in-law, who regarded him with a look that was made up of amusement, endearment, and disdain, each in equal measure.

The music changed abruptly, and became slower. Artemis smiled as she recognised the song, and looked to see who she would need to congratulate on their superior taste in music.

She turned towards the gramophone and saw Charlie stood next to it, pocketing his wand and looking straight at her. She sighed, and crossed her arms in front of her chest, though she felt considerably less angry now. At some point in the last two hours, her burning rage had given way to a mild niggling annoyance without her even realising it.

Charlie walked over to her and held out his hands.

“May I?” he asked, and she looked at him sceptically.

“Depends. Are you still planning on moving to New Zealand?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Then yes, you may.”

“Thank you,” said Charlie, smiling so that his dimples showed and fine lines crinkled at the corners of his eyes.

He took her hands in his, and led her to the doorway of the marquee, where the music was a little quieter, and there was less bustle and noise from the party guests. The cool air of the garden brushed Artemis’ skin, a welcome change from the cloying heat that had built up inside the marquee, and the crescent moon could be seen hovering over the outline of the house. Charlie placed Artemis’ hands on his chest and slid his own around her waist so that they came to rest on the small of her back.

“So,” said Charlie, stepping slowly so that the two of them swayed ever so gently from side to side, “I spoke to my mum.”

“And?”

“I told her the score, and she’s going to stop hassling you now.”

“Thank you,” Artemis said, her voice barely more than a whisper.

“You’re welcome. I also did a bit of thinking, and I came to realise that I’ve maybe not been the best boyfriend in the world today.”

“How so?”

“Well, I’ve neglected you a little. I mean, I left you at the church so I could… ush, and again at dinner with Percy and Audrey so that I could suck up to Kingsley. Then I was mucking around with my brothers after the speeches, and I didn’t take you back to the house after you fell over, which would have stopped the whole fiasco with Mum.”

“Charlie, none of those things are bad.” Artemis frowned. “We are our own people, we don’t have to be together all the time. And I didn’t need you to take me anywhere, I was fine.”

“I know you were. If I’m being honest, I mainly came over because I didn’t want to look like I didn’t care as much as the others,” Charlie admitted. Artemis nodded; she had guessed as much. “Still, I feel bad about it now. Not just that, but... It’s just that today was always going to be kind of difficult emotionally for everyone, and I’ve been trying to make sure things are okay for everyone, and I forgot that maybe I should’ve been making sure things were okay for you. That today was going to be difficult for you, too.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, like at dinner. I was trying so hard to impress Kingsley that I didn’t really think how hard it must have been for you to be there opposite Teddy. I know how much he reminds you of Tonks, and I just stole Kingsley away from you and left you to deal with that on your own.”

Artemis said nothing. Charlie moved his left hand off her waist and used it to push a strand of hair back from her face, and she felt some of the tension that had risen in her when he mentioned Tonks’ son dissipate.

“And I acted like a total arse when you were upset about what Mum said to you.”

“It wasn’t your finest moment,” Artemis agreed, and both of them grinned. “But it wasn’t mine either. I shouldn’t have threatened you or shouted at you like I did. I overreacted a bit. I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted, but I shouldn’t have needed you to shout or threaten me to talk to Mum about it. It was obvious that she’d upset you, I should have gone to her voluntarily to sort that out for you. At the very least, I should have been more sympathetic about it. And I don’t think you’d have reacted that badly if I had been a bit more… attentive to you earlier in the day. I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted.”

“Thank Merlin for that,” said Charlie, and he lifted Artemis’ hand to his lips. He kissed the heel of it, then closed his own hand over it. Artemis smiled.

“Why weren’t you being more attentive?” she asked him. “You normally are. Even your mum and Ginny said so.”

Charlie paused before answering, “I think… I think my head’s just been a bit all over the place today.”

“Because of Fred?”

“Mainly. And Tonks. And Ginny.”

“Ginny’s right there.”

“I know, but it’s weird. She’s the youngest of all of us, and… I don’t know. She’s meant to be the baby, and now we are at her wedding.”

“Yeah. I understand.”

“And I don’t know why, but as soon as all of us siblings get together, we all suddenly revert to being like we were when we were kids.” Charlie grinned sheepishly. “I know that’s not really an excuse, but…” He swallowed. “Like I said, I’m sorry. Are we alright now?”

Artemis nodded. “More than alright.”

As she rose up onto her toes to kiss him, Charlie smiled hopefully.

“So, does that mean you’ll try and catch the bouquet for me?” he asked her.

“What’s the prize money?”

“Ten Galleons, including the two I put in.”

“That’s not bad,” said Artemis. She considered it for a moment, her eyes narrowed with scepticism. “You’re not going to spend all that money on dragons, though, are you?”

“No, ‘course not. I was thinking that I’d take you out for dinner.”

“Dinner?”

“Fancy dinner. One of those places with all the tiny little portions. I’ll buy you the world’s smallest ever Bakewell tart.”

Artemis pursed her lips and cocked her head.

“Will you wear that suit?” she asked.

“I will if you wear that bra.”

“Deal.”

“Just remember, this place is going to be really classy.” Charlie raised his eyebrows. “You can’t go taking your knickers off at the dinner table.”

“I probably just won’t wear any.”

Artemis gave Charlie a mischievous smile. He chuckled as he placed a kiss on her forehead, before resting his chin on top of her head.

“I love you.”

“You too.”

The song ended, and another started, faster and more lively than the one before. A broad smile spread across Artemis’ face as she recognised the tune. Judging by the way Charlie’s lips had twitched into a near-smirk, he’d chosen that one, too. He really was attentive. Either that, or he just knew her far too well by now.

As the tempo of the music increased, so too did the rate at which they swayed side to side, their feet dancing them to the centre of the room. Charlie lifted her arm above her head, and pushed her gently so that she spun underneath it, before catching hold of her waist once more.

Artemis’ smile grew wider still. He was more fun to dance with than anyone.

“Weasleys, assemble!”

Charlie and his brothers gathered by the gramophone as the female guests made their way into the middle of the marquee, ready for Ginny to throw the bouquet. Charlie could just about pick out Artemis’ bare feet amongst the high heeled shoes, stepping lightly as she moved restlessly through the throng of women.

“I don’t understand why I ‘ave to join in,” Fleur was saying to Bill. “I am already married!”

“It’s just a bit of fun,” Bill replied, kissing her on the cheek. “And I think that you’d be good at it.”

Once Fleur was in the crowd and out of the way, George brought out the bag of Galleons.

“This is it, lads,” he said. “Only one of us can win all the gold.”

Ginny closed her eyes, and threw the bouquet backwards over her head. A split second later, it was carnage.

The little crowd of women turned into a mob, a mosh, a scrum, scrambling and tackling each other to try and grasp the bunch of flowers. The brothers laughed and cheered them on from the sidelines, and after a minute or two of jostling, a hand appeared, rising from the rabble, clutching the now-crumpled bouquet. Each brother strained to see who that hand belonged to.

“YES, AUDREY!” bellowed Percy, throwing his fists into the air.

Somewhat begrudgingly, George handed Percy the bag of Galleons, and Percy shook each of his brothers’ hands in turn.

“Thank you, gentlemen,” he said pompously. “Pleasure doing business with you all.”

“What are you going to spend your winnings on, Perce?”

“Well…” Percy sniffed, and adjusted his glasses. “I'm thinking I might use them to purchase an engagement ring.”

Ron looked stunned, and Bill clapped Percy on the back. George hugged him, and Charlie shook his hand again, before Percy ran to Audrey, his arms outstretched.

“Well, fancy that,” a deep, reverberating voice said behind Charlie. He turned to see Kingsley Shacklebolt watching the women mingle in the centre of the marquee.

“I know.” Charlie shrugged. “All those Quidditch players, and not one of them caught the flowers.”

“I really thought it would be Tiny.”

Charlie followed Kingsley’s gaze to where Artemis was standing on one leg, rubbing the arch of her bare foot, as she chatted with a couple of women Charlie recognised from the Quidditch matches at school. Her eyes were still lit up from the exhilaration of the chase, her untameable hair had come almost completely loose, and there was a dark scuff mark on her shin. He smiled.

“At least she looks happy,” Kingsley said. Charlie wasn’t sure if he was addressing him or just thinking out loud, but he nodded anyway. “That’s what matters.”

“Yeah.”

“For a long time, I thought I’d never see her this happy.”

“So did I.”

“I should‘ve known that she would be. She might have had to fight for it, but she always was a fighter.” Kingsley chuckled, a rich, melodious sound. “She was such a tough little thing. Wild. But you know that.”

“I do,” said Charlie, his eyes still on Artemis. He laughed quietly to himself. “She still is.”

“No, that will never change.”

“I wouldn’t want it to.”

Kingsley patted Charlie on the shoulder, slowly and just once, and Artemis caught sight of them watching her. She ran towards them, holding one side of her dress up so she wouldn’t trip on the hem. As she approached them, Charlie shook his head in mock-disappointment.

“What was that?” he asked her. “Pathetic attempt at catching a bouquet. And you call yourself a Seeker!”

“Tell you what, Charlie, next wedding we go to, you can have a go. I doubt you could do better, especially against that Audrey.” Artemis looked over her shoulder at Percy and his soon-to-be fiancée, a dark look on her face. “That woman is feral. You have no idea.”

Charlie and Kingsley exchanged glances over the top of Artemis’ head.

“I’ll take your word for it,” Charlie said, trying not to laugh. “I’ll add her name to the list of women who scare me.”

“Is my name on that list?”

“I think it might be on there twice.”

Artemis nodded, clearly satisfied with that answer.

“I actually came over to say goodnight,” Kingsley told them.

“Are you off?”

“I am. It’s tiring work, this politics. But I’m sure I’ll see you soon, Tiny. You look beautiful tonight, by the way.”

Charlie stepped backwards and averted his eyes so that Artemis could say goodbye to Kingsley in private. When he felt her return to his side, he held his hand out for Kingsley to shake.

“It was good seeing you again.”

“You too, Charlie,” said Kingsley, shaking the hand Charlie extended to him. “Perhaps you would like to go for a drink next time you are in the country. You can tell me more about those dragons of yours.”

“Yes, that sounds great. Thank you, Mr…” Charlie stopped mid-sentence and corrected himself. “Thanks, Kingsley.”

The Minister for Magic bowed his head, and walked off to find the bride and groom. Charlie turned back to Artemis and put his arms around her shoulders.

“No fancy dinner for us, then,” he said with a sigh. Artemis smiled as she leaned against him, playing with the ends of his loose bow tie.

“That’s a shame. I was really looking forward to you wearing the suit again.”

“I can just wear it around the house some time. You can feel free to do the same with that bra, if you like.”

“I dunno.” Artemis took her hands off Charlie’s tie, placed them on her ribcage, and started to wriggle. “It’s actually not that comfy.”

Charlie watched her as she squirmed.

“Is it not?” he asked. She shook her head, and her nose twitched. She was lying. “Should we go home and take it off?”

A wolfish smile played on Artemis’ lips. Charlie took her right hand in his left, and they went off to say their goodbyes before they left the marquee.

Outside, the night had grown colder still. Charlie let go of Artemis’ hand and draped his jacket over her shoulders. She held out her arm, and he took hold of it, and with a sound like a firecracker, they disappeared from the darkened garden of the Burrow, and reappeared in the hallway of Artemis’ old house.

It was strange, the way things changed, Charlie thought, as he kicked off his shoes, and she pushed his jacket off her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. She’d lived here when she was a child, before he even knew her. Before the first time he ever saw her, eleven years old and tiny and dishevelled and lost and all alone.

She’d lived here when she was thirteen, the age she was the first time he hugged her, he thought, as he held her in his arms. She unbuttoned his shirt and let that fall to the ground, too. He took hold of her wrists to reposition her hands, the way he had when she was fourteen, and he taught her to ride a broomstick.

She led him up the stairs, and he followed her — he always followed her — hand in hand, like they had been at sixteen, clinging to each other for comfort in the middle of a storm. At the top of the stairs he unzipped her dress, and she stepped out of it, almost bare, and so vulnerable, as vulnerable as she had been at just seventeen, when she was going through the unimaginable. He’d been there then. He’d seen it. He’d seen her through it. She got through it. She always did.

Her hands were at his belt, and his trousers were removed, exposing his legs. He’d tried to run from his feelings, he really had. He’d managed it for years, but… she placed his hands on his chest — the chest that held his heart, the heart that beat for her — pushed him into the bedroom.

His lips met hers, the way they had that very first time, as adults, on the edge of the forest whilst the world burned and raged around them. He’d thought that it was all over, that it was the end for both of them. But it wasn’t the end. It was just the beginning.

And as they sank down onto the bed — they’d had that first time in this very bed, too — and their bodies melted together, he knew that this was a beginning, too. Every moment, every single moment, was the first moment in the rest of their lives.

He’d loved her for half his life. He still loved her. And she loved him.

And that was enough.

It was enough.

“You know, after that I think I might be pregnant.”

At the sound of Charlie’s comment, Artemis lifted her head from his chest and stared at him. She was going to say something sarcastic, but at the sight of his boyish grin, she laughed instead. She lowered her head back down and felt his hands running through her hair. Placing her hand on his torso in front of her, she started to let her fingers dance over his skin, tracing patterns in his map of freckles like constellations. There was still one small doubt at the back of her mind.

“Charlie?”

“Yeah?”

“Would you say that I’m a part of your family?”

Charlie’s chest rose and fell as he took a deep breath.

“I would, yeah,” he said, quietly. Artemis’ eyebrows stopped knitting together. “Why do you ask?”

“Oh, no reason. Just something your mum said earlier, when she was trying to marry us off.”

“What was that?”

“It’s nothing really. Just that if we got married I’d be a real member of your family, that’s all.”

Charlie shifted his position so that he was propped up on his elbow, and Artemis moved off his chest.

“She said that to you?”

“It’s fine, Charlie.”

“No, it’s not.” Charlie shook his head, and brushed her cheek with his thumb. “That’s not okay, Artie. I’ll talk to her.”

Artemis blinked at him.

“What?” he said, and he raised his eyebrows at her. “I can do that now.”

“Do you want me to make you a certificate?”

“Very funny.”

“I mean, if you really want to talk to her about it, you can. You can do it when we go back to help take down the marquee tomorrow.”

“See, the thing is, I was thinking that maybe we don’t need to help. I mean, how many people does it take to put down a marquee, really? Maybe we just shouldn’t go.” At the look on Artemis’ face, Charlie grinned sheepishly. “I’m only joking. If you want me to mention it to her I will. Promise.”

“Nah, don’t worry. I actually spoke to your dad, and he said marriage was just a signature on a bit of paper and didn’t matter.”

“Definitely won’t be mentioning that to Mum.”

“Best not,” said Artemis, and she shuffled so that she and Charlie were lying face to face. “I just wanted to see what you thought, that’s all.”

“Right. Well, I’m with Dad on this one. You’re definitely my family.”

“I know that. I was thinking more about your actual family.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I always thought that I was kind of one of you, like I belonged. But after your dad’s speech about loving us because we love you, and especially when your mum said that, it made me think that maybe the only reason they think I fit in is because you do. That they love me for you, and not for myself, if you see what I mean.”

“I do see what you mean, but that’s not how it is at all. I don’t come into the equation. They love you. Just you. How could they not?”

Artemis didn’t say anything. She rolled over to look up at the ceiling, where through the skylight she could see the moon but not the stars. She felt the mattress move, and knew that Charlie had done the same.

“Would you ever want to do all that?” he said, speaking into the darkness. “Get married and have babies and everything?”

Artemis frowned. She didn’t really like babies. As much as she loved Victoire and Dominique for the simple reason that they were Bill’s children and her goddaughters, she wouldn’t want to have to be the one with them strapped to her all day, every day. Not to mention that she still struggled to even look at little Teddy Lupin, the way her own mother had struggled to look at her. If that was any indication of what she’d be like as a parent, she was better off not being one.

And if Arthur was right, and marriage really was just a signature on a piece of paper and weddings were less fun when they were your own, what was the point? Especially if it meant sacrificing a part of yourself, like Ginny had been worried about, she wasn’t sure she wanted that either.

Yes, it would make Molly happy, but it wasn’t really Molly’s choice, was it? It was hers. She made her own choices. She did what she wanted. She was free.

“No,” she said eventually. “Never. What about you?”

“I don’t know. I kind of always thought that one day I’d get married and have children, but I’m not sure if that’s something I actually want or whether it’s just because that’s what everyone else does, and what they all expect me to do as well.” Artemis felt Charlie shrug beside her. “Maybe one day. Definitely not now, though.”

“But one day you might?”

“Maybe. I really don’t know.”

“And if you do, what then? What about me?”

There was a pause, and then Charlie sat up. He turned so that he was facing the headboard, and pulled Artemis upright so that she was sitting facing him. Keeping hold of her hands, he ran his rough fingertips over her palms.

“Artemis, I don’t know what I’m going to want when it comes to getting married or having children, but I do know that I’d never want to do all of that — any of that — with anyone but you.”

“But I don’t want to do any of that.”

“I know. Listen,” he put both of Artemis’ hands into his right, and placed his left on the side of her face, his thumb resting on the small scar on her right cheekbone. “If it comes to the point where I have to make a choice between having none of those things with you or having any one of those things with someone else, I’m going to choose you. I will always choose you.”

“You can’t know that for sure.”

“I’m more sure of that than I am of anything else in the world.”

Artemis raised her eyebrows at him.

“Even dragons?”

“Even dragons.”

She leaned forward and kissed him, slowly, and deeply, and lovingly. When their lips parted, they stayed with their foreheads resting together.

“You know, I don’t like babies, but I do like kittens,” Artemis whispered. “Maybe we could have some of those instead.”

Charlie pulled his head away from hers and frowned.

“How?” he asked, his expression of disconcertion growing more pronounced by the second.

“You can just buy them, Charlie.”

“Oh,” Charlie exhaled. He looked suddenly relieved. “I thought you meant as in…”

“Ugh, no!” Artemis recoiled from him. “How would that even work?”

“I don’t want to know,” Charlie muttered. He shuddered, and then composed himself again. “What about dogs? You like dogs, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but I’d prefer a cat.”

“You already have Fergus. Let’s get a dog.”

“No, a cat.”

“Dog.”

“Cat.”

“Baby?”

“Dog.”

Charlie smiled triumphantly.

“I’m glad we agree,” he said, and lay back down with his head on the pillow. Artemis stayed seated.

“Wait,” she said, twisting around to look at him. “So, does this mean we’re actually getting a dog, or was that a hyporhetorical thing?”

Charlie laughed, not unkindly, and reached out to stroke her arm.

“You know, I’m actually being serious. Let’s get a dog. A really big one. One I can train to pin you to the ground when you’re being annoying.”

Artemis batted him gently and he laughed again.

“You really want us to get a dog?” she asked.

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?”

“I heard. This just seems like a very laid back way to decide to get a dog, that’s all.”

“Do you want it to be more formal?”

“No, I just—”

“I can make it more official if you like,” Charlie sat back up. “Do you want me to get down on one knee?”

The daring look in his brown eyes and the smile causing his freckled cheeks to dimple were obvious, even in the very dim moonlight. Artemis reached up and pushed his red hair back from his ever-so-familiar face. That boy. That man. That person she’d grown to love. She smiled, as much to herself as to him.

“Yeah. I do.”

THE END

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[oncethrown]

Steganography Cut 2

Oliver wonders, as he turns to settle his back against the arm of the couch, spreads his legs, and pulls Percy between them, if Percy is finally starting to realize that his lack of sexual history is not a humiliating secret, or an embarrassing deficiency, but one of the hotter things Oliver has ever experienced. 

Percy might be able to do complicated spells that Oliver's never even heard of, he may be able to  organize several critical political schedules in his head, he may be one of the only students to ever get 12 OWL's, but he does not understand anything about his own body. It's like he's lived his life operating his body by remote. As though he has no instinctual command over it, and never expected it to communicate back to him.

Thankfully, Oliver is a great coach. 

Percy lets out a shaky sigh as Oliver pulls him back against his chest, then slowly runs his palms from Percy's shoulders, down his chest and as far over his thighs as he can, catching the little shivers that run through Percy's body as he starts to think about what's being promised. 

"Do you want—" Percy starts, but Oliver shushes him. 

"Just relax and watch your music videos, Perce. You don't have to do anything but let me touch you."

Percy doesn't relax, and Oliver grins against the side of his head. Percy never just relaxes. So Oliver grazes his hands over Percy's clothes, petting him more than anything else until finally, gradually, Percy lets his weight sink back onto Oliver. 

"There you go," Oliver whispers, dipping his palms under the loose hem of Percy's tee shirt, letting a whole music video pass as he does nothing more than slide his hands across the velvet of Percy's lower belly, and up to feel where his bottom rib sticks just a little out of his torso. He's been stressed lately, and not eating well. 

Percy presses back and lets a sigh escape him as Oliver thumbs over a nipple, and twists against Oliver just a little while Oliver brushes it until it buds, then trails his hands down to Percy's sides.  He's ticklish there and he shudders when Oliver brushes his fingertips over them. 

Oliver moves lazily between Percy's sensitive nipples and his tickling sides. When he starts to feel the muscles in Percy's back tensing and releasing with the movement of his fingers, Oliver sets his palm to the back of Percy's neck and pushes him forward just enough to have the space to take Percy's shirt, and then his own off and throw them over the back of the couch. Percy groans when Oliver pulls him back down and heat blossoms between them where their skin touches. He wraps his arms around Percy's waist and kisses his neck while he squirms. 

"Oliver," Percy gasps. 

"Hmm?" 

"What do you want?"

"This, Percy, exactly this," Oliver answers, grinning to himself as he loads up the big gun, "You're doing so well."

A deep groan escapes Percy and Oliver drops his head to reward it with a light bite to the side of Percy's neck. The way Percy reacts to being told he's doing a good job is so hot it's stupid. Oliver hasn't jerked off to anything but the fantasy of Percy kneeling between this thighs while Oliver praises his mouth in weeks. 

Percy's head lolls back, laying bare the pale column of his throat and Oliver sets his lips to it. He's obsessed with Percy's neck. When Percy gets turned on, his pale white chest starts to splotch red under a perfectly light patch of red hair, and the red climbs up his neck and down his stomach like vines the more turned on he gets. With just the right amount of suction against the soft join of his neck and shoulder, he starts to whimper. 

Oliver sits back for a second, quickly rearranging himself so his cock isn't caught so uncomfortably in his jeans before moving forward again against Percy's body, kissing his neck and his ear and his shoulder. He runs a hand into Percy's hair, and tugs his head to the side, only trying to get access to the other side of Percy's neck when Percy practically yelps. 

Oliver freezes. "Was that not okay?"

"No, it's… I liked…" Percy pants "Very… you can…"

Percy so turned on he can't gather words into a sentence is so hot that Oliver might just die, and it takes him a moment to calm down enough to realize what Percy is trying to communicate. 

Gently, experimentally, Oliver tugs at Percy's hair again, and Percy moans. 

"Fuck," Oliver grunts and dives for Percy's neck like it's sustenance in his starvation. He's going to goddamn cover Percy in hickies, and let Percy scold him later. They have bruise potion. Oliver will start buying in in bulk. 

"Oliver?" Percy manages, "Oliver?"

"Yeah," Oliver replies, barely pausing his mouthing of Percy's neck. 

"Oliver, what would you do if I let you undress me?" Percy rushes out.

"Christ Percy, anything you wanted," Oliver mutters against his marble skin. "Anything you asked me to."

"Oliver…" Percy whines, and Oliver remembers that this is Percy. He's not being flirty, he's not teasing, he's genuinely asking Oliver to give him the actual answer. An answer that requires so much more blood in his brain that Oliver currently has to spare. 

He stops, rests his forehead against Percy's hair and drops his hands to Percy's waist. "I'd undress first, then undress you, tell you how fucking gorgeous you are, pull you back down like this, and jerk you off, hold you tight to me while you came. Then I would take you to my bed, and we can make out, and touch each other. You can get me off if you want to, or I can touch myself while you kiss me. Then we can rest a little, and if you want I'll make you come again."

"How?"

"Usually with my mouth, but we don't have to do that yet if you want to wait."

"Can we go to the bed first?" Percy asked. "And not do it on the couch?"

"Percy, I will touch you literally anywhere you want to be touched. Wanna fool around on the moon? I'll make it happen for you."

"I had a dream you were…" Percy starts, but his whole body shivers as he trails off. "Well. We were on McGonagall's desk. I woke up so goddamn hard."

Percy is teasing him now and Oliver's not sure he can stand it. "Please Percy, fuck, please. Please let me undress you, please let me see you, please let me touch you."

"Okay," Percy finally says and lifts himself off the couch onto wobbling legs. 

Oliver jolts to his feet behind him, sweeps one arm under Percy's knees and hauls him up to his chest in a bridal carry and Percy shouts with happy laughter as Oliver carries him into the bedroom. 

#perciver #Percy weasley #Oliver wood #Percy Weasley/ Oliver Wood #perciver smut

[fantasyworld4ever]

Perciver {Percy Weasley x Oliver Wood} NSFW

Note: Um, So I wrote this on a writing course in my free time because I got bored.

Warnings: Swearing, cursing, smut, just filthy smut.

Requested: No

Pairing: Percy Weasley x Oliver Wood

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A ragged breath tore its way out from Percy’s throat as he squeezed his eyes shut.

“Ah…” He groaned, his lips parted as his chest heaved for breath.

His hand scrambled for purchase and finally landed on the bar of the bed and he held on, his knuckles turning white. Short, quick gasps escaped his lips 

“Oh, oh fuck,” he cursed under his breath. 

“I take it you’re enjoying this then?” Percy glanced down to meet the smug expression of Oliver Wood. 

“Shut up… Put that mouth of yours to use.” He hissed, his eyes rolling back as Oliver pressed a soft kiss to his inner thigh.

“Getting to that part, patience, my darling.” Deciding to allow Percy some relief, Oliver leaned down, delicately taking the tip of his member between his lips, swiping his tongue gently over the slit making Percy cry out in surprise. 

Oliver smirked before finally taking him in his mouth fully. Now, a string of words left Percy’s mouth, whether it was Oliver’s name, curses or even just babbled noises, he didn’t know.

“That’s it Percy. Let me hear those pretty little noises, hmm?” Oliver grunted as he took Percy deeper, swirling his tongue in a motion that had Percy throwing his head, gasping out in surprise. 

Oliver whined in protest as Percy pulled him off, bringing him up to kiss him gently. 

“I can’t… I need… I need to be inside you, Oliver.” Oliver’s eyes widened before he gave a quick nod, positioning himself so he was straddling Percy now, his back facing away from Percy’s face.

Slowly, he sank down, his eyes widening at the stretch. 

“Oh… Oh Percy…” He gasped out, panting as he rested his hands on Percy’s chest. 

“That’s it. You take it so perfectly.” Percy soothed, reaching up to stroke Oliver’s back.

Oliver cried out as he finally bottomed out. Percy was pretty well endowed, thick as well as long and when Oliver sat up properly, he could see the slight outline of Percy’s member inside his lower abdomen. 

“My perfect little slut, aren’t you?” Percy gasped the words out, his brow creased in pleasure.

“Yours, only yours!” Oliver gasped out as he slowly pushed himself up before sinking back down, crying out as he found a steady pace. 

Percy’s hands found his hips, guiding his pace and keeping him at a quick, rough rate. 

“So good for me… So perfect!” Oliver groaned at the praise and his head slumped forward slightly, sweat beading on his brow. 

Oliver whimpered as he reached his hand down, only for it to be slapped away as Percy grasped his member in his hand instead, jerking Oliver off with quick, harsh movements. Within a few moments, Oliver’s hips stuttered, throwing his head back as he spilled over Percy’s hand. 

“Yes, yes!” Oliver cried out as he felt Percy thrust deep, painting his walls with white streaks.

After a while, they still lay together, Percy’s arms wrapped around Oliver, cradling him close to his body, whispering sweet praises.

“You were so perfect, baby. So perfect for me.” Soothed Percy.

Percy stroked Oliver’s cheek fondly as Oliver rested against him.

“Sleep, I’ll watch over you.” Percy promised as Oliver slowly slipped into his world of dreams.

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{Phew well that was... something. Anyway, as always my requests are open. This is my first time writing smut so hope it was okay :D}

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[simp2537]

Requests are open

My request box is open! I write for a bunch of fandoms and characters that I’ll list below.

Percy Jackson

Character: Percy, Annabeth, Grover and I do the Greek gods and stuff. I might add more characters from the series/show so ask if you’re not sure.

Grishaverse

Character: Aleksander, Alina, Nikolai, Zoya, Genya, Kaz, Jesper, Nina, Inej, Matthias, (I haven’t read the series all the way through but I have seen the show and read the demon in the wood)

Harry Potter

Characters: Golden trio era, Marauders era, and Fantastic Beasts

Narnia

Characters: Caspian, Peter, Edmund, Lucy, Susan

Disney

Characters: Just general Disney, like the Princess, Princes, Disney channel and stuff

Avatar

Characters: Jake, Neytiri, Tsu'tey, Lo'ak, Tsireya, Tonowari, Ronal, Neteyam and Spider

My Hero Academia

Characters: Deku, Dabi, Shoto, Kiri, Mina, Bakugo, Shōta, others

Hunger Games/ TBOSAS

Characters: Katniss, Peeta, Gale, Coriolanus, Lucy, and Finnick

John Wick/ John Constantine

And so many others I just can’t think of them right now. If there’s a fandom you’re wondering about just ask and I’ll see what I can do. I do platonic, romantic, Female, Male, neutral, working on yandere stuff, angst, head-cannons, working on smut. Have a lovely day 🥰🥰

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[atypicalamortentia]

Out Of Bed || Percy Weasley

Synopsis - Your Prefect boyfriend finds you wandering the halls of Hogwarts at night.

Warnings - NSFW.

Notes - I'd like to thank @imagrindylow and @ellivenollivander for the story idea, title and motivation 💚

Word Count - 1.7k.

{Caffeinate Me}

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It was late, too late for you to be wandering the halls of Hogwarts but yet there you were. Your dressing gown was wrapped tightly around your body, shielding you from the cool air that surrounded you as you walked, admiring the live paintings that covered the walls. You were about to turn and head back to your dorm room, suddenly feeling sleepy, when a hand grasped your forearm forcing you around to face the owner of the hand. It was your beloved prefect boyfriend: Percy Weasley. “What are you doing out of bed?” He asked, eyebrows furrowing at you. His voice was stern and you knew that he was in prefect mode. 

“I was just going back to my common room,” you said, your voice quiet as you shied away from his gaze. 

“That doesn’t answer my question,” Percy frowned, his grip on your forearm tightening slightly. 

“Percy, you’re hurting me,” you mumbled softly trying to pull your arm away from his grasp. He didn’t say anything in response, no mumbled apology, he just let go of your arm. 

“Now I’m going to ask you again,” he said, nodding his head at you slightly. “What are you doing out of bed? You shouldn’t be skulking around the halls at this time of night,” Percy frowned sternly. 

“I wasn’t skulking!” You exclaimed, frowning right back at him. 

“I think that’s exactly what you were doing,” he scolded you, folding his arms across his chest. Oh, he was definitely in prefect mode right now, there was no sight of your usually loving boyfriend. His eyes narrowed at you, waiting for a comeback from you but you remained silent. “Are you going to answer me?” He snapped, forcing you to purse your lips and shake your head. Usually you’d have no problem arguing with him. You argued with him on the daily about things that didn’t even matter, lovingly of course, but when he was in prefect mode you knew that he wouldn’t hesitate to tell a professor about your antics and you certainly didn’t feel like getting into trouble with a professor tonight. “Y/N, answer me right now,” he demanded. You opened your mouth to speak but no words left your lips. His hand flew to your forearm once again, grasp as tight as before, as he dragged you to a nearby broom cupboard. 

“What on Earth?” You squeaked quietly as he pushed you inside roughly.

“You should really learn to respect those who are above you and answer them when you’re spoken to,” he growled, turning you around to face the cold stone wall. His hand fell from your arm quickly and bunched up your nightgown and nightdress around your hips, revealing your underwear to him. 

“Percy what are you doing?” You asked, eyes wide. 

A rough smack was planted against your covered arse cheek, causing you to let out a loud mewl and arch your back slightly. “Oh, now you’re questioning me?” Percy hissed between his teeth. Another smack connected with your cheek, stinging the skin under the thin fabric of your underwear. “You don’t get to question me right now. I’m just doing my duty as a prefect. You’re the one in the wrong here Y/N.” Without another word, Percy used his hand that wasn’t holding your clothes against your hips to rip your underwear off your body, tearing it into two pieces. You let out a squeal of surprise as he let the thin fabric drop to the floor silently and felt the cool air of the cupboard hit your now exposed pussy. “Does this excite you?” Percy asked with a raised eyebrow as he sank to his knees to admire your dripping slick. You just nodded your head, too embarrassed to say anything in response. 

Percy grinned slightly before pressing his lips to your folds, darting his tongue out between his mouth to taste you. A soft moan escaped your lips as his tongue trailed your folds and landed on your sensitive bundle of nerves, one hand still gripping at the clothes against your hips. “O-Oh!” You whimpered, nails digging into the stone of the wall in front of you as Percy continued to lap at your cunt like a dog starved. 

“Now are you going to be a good girl and listen to me when I tell you to cum on my tongue?” Percy asked, freehand smoothing over the supple skin of your arse. All you could do was nod, legs buckling beneath you as you felt your orgasm approach already. Percy was skilled with his tongue, knew exactly what to do, how to do it and just how you liked it. You loved it when he sucked on your clit, biting softly at the pulsating bud between your legs with his teeth and tugging ever so slightly. “Cum for me, you bad girl.” 

“Percy,” you whimpered, biting your bottom lip. 

“Cum,” he growled. On command you came apart, moaning his name like a prayer to the Gods over and over again as he continued to lap at your pussy. Your arousal soaked his face, shamelessly and Percy didn’t stop until your legs gave in, causing you to fall onto your knees. “Good girl,” he praised, rubbing the small of your back ever so gently. 

You gave a weak chuckle but immediately stopped when you heard Percy unzip his trousers. “W-We can’t! Not here!” 

“Yeah, because you’re such a stickler for rules, huh?” Percy smirked, pumping his erect cock softly before slipping it up your folds and soaking it with your wetness. Your eyes widened as he pushed his leaking tip into your tight hole, teasing you. You arched your back lightly, trying to force the rest of him inside of you but Percy was quicker. He held your hips tightly forcing you to stay still as he slowly inched himself inside of you, biting his lip to suppress the moan threatening to spill from his throat. “Shit you’re - ah - so tight.” Once he was fully bottomed out inside of you, Percy gave you no time to adjust to his large length as he began to slam against your hips desperately. He was so frustrated from you being out of bed and breaking the rules that he needed to release the tension somehow. 

“Percy,” you whined, backing yourself up on him, slowly bouncing on his cock as he continued to thrust against you. At your whine, Percy felt his cock twitch inside your smooth walls. It was like music to his ears to hear you moan his name so lewdly. Obscene squelching sounds filled the cupboard as he continued to pound his dick in and out of your dripping hole, desperate to reach his release. You could feel his untrimmed pubic hairs scratching against your clit further intensifying your pleasure as you bounced, eyes rolling into the back of your head as your second orgasm approached. 

“Fuck,” Percy hissedm pulling out of you for a second. You looked back at him over your shoulder, confused. “Was going to cum. I wanna get one more out of you before I fuck my cum into you.” You blushed profusely at his words and placed a hand between your legs to strum at your clit, wanting to cum quickly so your boyfriend could get his clearly much needed release. “Not that I think you deserve it,” he mumbled underneath his breath. Your eyes widened at his words but didn’t get a minute to respond before he was slipping himself back inside of you, hands grasping at your hips tightly. Your body bounced forward from the sheer intensity of his thrusts but you weren’t complaining. 

“C-Cumming!” You cried out as you quickly moved your hand away from your clit, squirting onto the stone floor and leaving a wet patch in your wake. Percy’s eyes widened: that was the first time you’d ever squirted with him. “Fuck! I can’t stop cumming,” you whined as liquid after liquid gushed out of you. When you had finally finished, Percy nodded, knowing that you were now properly satisfied and slammed against you with more force than ever before. Your cunt fluttering around his cock pushed Percy over the edge and within the blink of an eye, he was spilling his cum deep inside of you. His hips stuttered with each movement he made and your name left his lips softly, hands tightening around the fat of your hips as if you’d slip away if he let go. 

“Just be a good girl for once and take it,” Percy growled as his movements stilled. You nodded enthusiastically, feeling his cum fill you up to the brim until neither of you could stand it anymore. With a lewd pop, he pulled his cock out of you and watched as his spend dribbled a tiny bit from your hole. “Good girl,” he breathed, bending down to place a trail of kisses on your back. 

“If that is what I get when I’m out of bed, I think I’ll do it more often,” you grinned, smoothing down your now creased nightdress and nightgown and wrapping them around your body. 

“Next time I’ll tell the professors,” Percy grumbled. “Don’t let me catch you again. Now go back to your dorm room, I have a duty to do.”

“Sir, yes sir,” you said, giving him a mocking salute before pressing a kiss to his lips before leaving the cupboard alone and heading back to your dorm room for the night. 

Percy pulled his trousers back up and readjusted his appearance before exiting the cupboard himself and going about his prefect duties. He watched you turn the corner as you headed back to your common room, shaking his head as you disappeared down the darkness of the halls. “Next time, be quieter,” a painting hissed at Percy. “You’ll get caught otherwise.”

“Oh shut up,” Percy groaned, rolling his eyes before walking off in the opposite direction. He secretly hoped that he’d find you wandering the corridors again so he could give you more of a brutal punishment. He might take his prefect duties seriously, but when it came to you, you were a weakness he couldn’t seem to ignore.

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[ffangirlingsince2001]

The Great Upheaval of Percy Weasley: Horror

Percy Weasley X OC

Summary: Not all Halloween horrors require a mask.

Warnings: fluff, angst

MASTERLIST

horror -n- the thought of you missing

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It was Halloween and it seemed everyone they knew was at Hogsmeade. Everyone except for them of course. While even Percy enjoyed the occasionally butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks, having Elle in his lap, legs wrapped around his waist as she kissed his neck made him drunker than even the strongest fire whiskey.

And she was wearing black lingerie.

Of course, they had studied at first, for five hours they did nothing but work, but the moment she got bored she feigned heat was getting to her and her shirt came off. That was the end of studying, not that Percy would have been able to focus anyway. Now his mind was practically liquid. That however did not stop him from worrying.

“Elle?”

“Yeah?” she asked, lips still pressed to her neck.

“You didn’t want to go to Hogsmeade?” God, he really couldn’t just enjoy anything could he?

“Nah, until The Weird Sisters or Green Day start playing in the square it’s not really my scene.”

“Green Day?”

“Muggle band, don’t worry about it. Why? Am I boring you?” Grand, now he had offended her.

“No, no of course not. I just-.”

“I’m kidding,” she laughed before kissing him softly. She pulled away and he tucked a piece of hair that had fallen from her braid behind her ear. She shifted in his lap, avoiding his eyes as he did so.

“Why braids?” She paused before answering, and Percy was sure she was considering whether to tell him to mind his own business or answer truthfully.

“Mostly because my mother doesn’t like them.” She had gone with the truth.

“And the rest?”

“Because I like doing them. It’s meditative.” Percy snorted; she didn’t seem like the type to even consider meditation. She quirked an eyebrow. “Don’t believe me.”

“I just can’t imagine you meditating.”

“Not that type of meditating, you dolt. Here, you try.” She began unbraiding her hair, pulling the elastics onto his wrist.

“I don’t know how to braid hair,” he stuttered, and she rolled her eyes.

“I figured. Don’t worry, I’ll show you.” She finished pulling out her hair on one side and the turned nimble fingers towards the other. When she was done, he couldn’t stop staring. Her hair was longer than he had once thought, falling almost to the end of her back and the crimped waves made her look almost ethereal. The small fly-aways were her halo, highlighted by the light of the setting sun as it came through the stain glass windows. It was strange how different someone could look based solely on their hair, but Elle was a completely different person. She turned around as she slid off his lap and onto her knees. He swallowed again, doing his best not to think about it. “I’ll do the first side and you watch, and then you’ll do the other okay?” He didn’t fully trust himself to speak, so he simply nodded, completely forgetting she couldn’t see him.

He watched with unadulterated fascination as her fingers pulled hair around itself, twisting and folding tight braids against her scalp and then all the way down her back. He wished she would leave it down, but when she finished, he allowed her hands to guide his, nonetheless. It took him a couple tires to get the pattern right, but when he finished, as she ran her fingers down his work he couldn’t help but feel her appreciation.

“I’m impressed,” she teased, turning around and resting her chin on his knee. He swallowed again, the position had only gotten worse for his concentration.

“Didn’t think I could?” he managed to ask and she laughed.

“I didn’t. Last man to do my hair was my father and the snarls were awful.”

“I like to think I’m better with my hands than your father,” he said, instantly regretting it when she burst out laughing, disgust curling her lip.

“Oh gross! Please, I beg you, don’t compare yourself to my dad.” Percy could feel blush warming his cheeks as she continued to laugh. He would have defended himself, or apologized, or anything to assuage his mistake had a scream not echoed from the hallway. Her laughter died and he jumped up quickly, pulling on his robe.

“I have to go; it might be nothing…”

“But it also might be something.” Percy nodded sullenly, stalking towards the door.

“Go be a hero, Head Boy.” She yanked him down by his tie to kiss him once more before waving him a goodbye.

He grinned and found himself unable to stop until he reached the crowds that had gathered around the Gryffindor portrait. That was when it seemed like he wouldn’t be smiling for the rest of the day.

“I am Head Boy, let me through,” he yelled over the crowd, shoving through layers of younger students. It this was merely impatience he was going to have a fit. First, screaming over nothing and then the audacity of the Fat Lady, it was enough to make even the most levelheaded explode. But when he reached the top and found the three jagged slashes through the portrait he was instantly on high alert. He could hear Dumbledore pushing through crowd as he had, and he did is best to get them to move, but then he was being trampled as someone called, having found the Fat Lady. He pressed himself against the wall as tightly as he could. He took elbows to the stomach and heavy shoes to feet as they all rushed to find their beloved portrait. He tried to join the rush but kept getting shoved back against the wall. He scowled and shoved them to the side, trampling first years as he went. The rumors flew back through the herd and when he finally caught up to Dumbledore he realized they were all true. She was hiding in a field of cows, screaming about Sirius Black in the castle. His eyes widened and he would have run to find Elle in that very moment had Dumbledore not grabbed his arm.

“Mr. Weasley, I would like you to find Professor Lupin and instruct him to find Mr. Potter and then assist in escorting the students down to the Great Hall. They will sleep there tonight.”

“Yes, Professor.” And then he turned, pushing back through the mob. He made his way towards the classroom where he regularly got destroyed. He threw open the door and found Lupin already talking to the boy he was supposed to be watching.

“Percy,” the professor said surprised and Percy quickly straightened his appearance.

“May I speak to you, Professor?” With a brisk nod, Lupin joined him in the hallway. He filled him in quickly, talking as fast as could. He answered all his questions, anxiously waiting for the moment when he would finally send him away. When he did, Percy had never run faster. He grabbed students who still dared to wander the hallways and hurried them towards the Great Hall.

And that’s all he did for the next five hours.

By the time bells were declaring midnight, Percy wanted nothing more than to crash. He had herded third years, stolen points from seventh years who felt above the rules, and assuaged fears of everyone in between. The doors of the Great Hall were shut and locked. He was dreaming of his bed as he half listened to Dumbledore give instructions. He might have fallen asleep while standing up if a scream didn’t echo around the mostly silent hall. He turned to the Gryffindor corner while Dinah was fighting against the hold of Professor Snape.

Students were sitting up from their beds to watch the excitement.

“Go back to bed,” Percy ordered as he walked towards the commotion. He pulled Dinah away from Snape who looked ready to curse her into submission if someone didn’t remove her immediately.

“Dinah-.”

“No, you listen here, Percy Weasley. You and then entire Ministry of Magic can’t stop me, my best friend is out there with a serial killer,” she yelled and Percy froze, he had forgotten about Elle. Dinah almost slipped out of his grasp, but he pulled her back.

“Dinah, you need to stay here.”

“Oh fuck off, I’m going and-.”

“I’m going to go find her, but I need you to stay here.” Dinah eyed him suspiciously before relaxing. He waited a moment, just to make sure she wasn’t going to run, before releasing her. “Now please, go back to bed.” She took a step back, blue eyes never leaving him. “I promise, I’ll find her.”

“If she’s dead, I’ll kill you Weasley,” she snapped and as Percy marched past curious students and nervous professors, he prayed she wasn’t dead, and not only for his sake.

The castle was completely empty, his footsteps echoing against the stone walls. He wanted to be quiet, the thought of being caught by the murderer sending him spiraling. He checked the classroom where he had left her, the astronomy tower, and every classroom in between. Now he was standing in the library, hollering her name now that Madam Pince wasn’t here to scold him. He was about ready to go and fall under Dinah’s knife when his eyes turned to the restricted section.

He pushed open the gate and walked down the dark aisles until he arrived at the end, where the only table in the restricted section resided. And there she was, sleeping on a book. He let out a breath and fell to his knees beside her. He placed a hand on her shoulder and shook her awake. She glanced up; the edge of the book pressed into her cheek.

“Oh hi,” she said sleepily, a yawn stretching across her face.

“Oh hi? Oh hi? I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” he yelled, and she jumped, anger replacing shock as quickly as it had come.

“Last time I checked; I don’t answer to you.”

“Elle-.”

“No, just cause I’m snogging you doesn’t mean that I have answer your every beck and call.”

“Elle-.”

“Stop interrupting, I-.”

“Sirius Black is in the castle.”

“I- wait what?”

“That’s what the screams were about. Sirius Black attacked the Fat Lady. Everyone is in the Great Hall, except you. Dinah was freaking out and I came to find you. That’s why I’ve been searching for you,” he rushed out. He waited for backlash, but the only thing that came was her lips against his. He pulled her closer and he realized, sleep wasn’t really what he needed at all. He relaxed into her hold, pulling her down to the floor.

“Thank you,” she whispered. He nodded, kissing her again, relishing in the feeling of his muscles relaxing at her touch. “I’d give you a proper thank you, but I think you said there’s a murderer in the castle.”

“Of course,” he whispered breathlessly, cursing every word that came out of his mouth. When she was kissing him, he almost didn’t give a damn about Head Boy, or Sirius Black, or anything in between. She helped him up, throwing her bag over her shoulder and leading him out of the library. He was itching to touch her, but he kept his hands by his side, sparing a touch only as he ushered her through the door. She leaned into his hand before pulling away towards the Gryffindor corner, meeting Dinah halfway. He watched as Dinah hugged her and wished he could do the same. Thirty minutes ago, he had been sure she was dead and now he had to give her back up to the masses. He wished he had been able to convince her to stay hidden a bit longer.

He shook his head, that was dangerous thought, one that implied real care, one that study buddies and snog sessions didn’t allow. She glanced over her shoulder as Dinah dragged her away, mouthing one final ‘thank you’. He awkwardly raised his hand before returning to the Professors.

“I’m glad you were able to find Ms. Wilton,” McGonagall whispered, and his eyes shot to hers, nervous that she knew, nervous that everyone knew.

“Uh, yes, me too.” She turned away and Percy breathed deeply before allowing his eyes to wander back Elle and Dinah. They were whispering to one another, sharing a bed mat as they spoke. He turned away before anyone noticed and followed McGonagall towards the rest of the professors, ignoring all instinct to return his gaze and pushing away all dangerous thoughts

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[keykeep]

PSA:kinktober 22'

I know I have only just started writing but I will be participating in the Kinktober as a challenge to myself to learn and write a different narrative. Please remember that this is the first time of me writing so it is definitely the first time writing smut too.

Please remember that all my work is 18+ for kinktober and I know that it isn't everyone's cup of tea. After Kinktober is over I will return to normal posting but depending on the reception to whether i post more smutty topics too.

if you have any ideas you want to swing my way send me a message otherwise.

Let's get freaky!!

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[starssaroundmyscarssblog]

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PERCY WEASLEY (masterlist)

others to be added soon

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[mastermindmiko]

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Like I said, requests are open. You just have to send a message with your request so I can see it in my inbox. There is no specific time frame on how long it will take for me to make the fic or how long it will be. To be completely honest with you guys, I'm not even sure if I'll do some of them because I'd need to like the idea to be able to make it. All the characters that I write for are in the tags, and if I forget anyone, I'll add them. I will not be writing smut cause I'd feel kind of uncomfortable. I am aware that some of my stories had smut, but people change ig.

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[acnelli]

just this once

I participated in UntaggedFest2022. We got assigned 5 characters (we had to use at least 2) and 2 genres (we had to use at least 1). Up until the authors got revealed on Sunday, we weren't allowed to tag our works at all, except for Archive warnings and the rating. No character, relationship or additional tags.

Here's my entry for the Fest (it was a lot of fun). Many thanks to CinnamonFreckle who gave this a last minute beta-read.

Title: just this once

Pairings: Ron/Cedric, Percy/Oliver, Cho/OMC

CW: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Murder, Torture, Smut, War

Summary: Just this once, before the darkness could return again.

My assigned characters: Cedric Diggoory, Ron Weasley, Cho Chang, Percy Weasley, Oliver Wood (we had to use at least 2)

My assigned genres: Dark, Erotica (we had to use at least 1)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41407659

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[librafolie]

Chapter 2 is posted with a smutty double feature! 

Great Expectations, Chapter 2: Always Be Prepared

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson/Percy Weasley

Percy’s flat was in an older brick building. It was modest, even a bit shabby, with secondhand furniture and paint chipping in places on the walls. Pansy knew he could probably afford better with his fancy job at the Ministry. But at the same time, everything was so clean, and well-arranged, and cozy that she felt immediately at home.

“Can I get you anything to drink?” Percy offered. “Water, or…”

“I’m fine, thanks.” Pansy pulled him by the collar so their chests were flush with one another. She kissed him, gently at first. He kissed her back. He brought his hand to her neck, brought his thumb to her chin, gently pulled it down as he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into her mouth.

Read on AO3

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[theheadgirl]

31 Days of Fear, hosted by @hp-fearfest

Day 17: Blood Suckers (read on AO3 here)

CW: blood, dubious consent, mild smut

The woman entering the bar looks perfectly normal, at first: chestnut brown hair in carefully coiffed curls, burgundy sweater, slim-fitting jeans, black boots. She looks up to scan the denizens of the bar and her eyes catch the light. They are emerald green, but seem almost faceted, gem-like - flashes of blue and gold in their depths, brighter and somehow deeper than usual.

She walks towards the bar and, though it's crowded, people just seem to move out of her way. As she reaches the bar, the man at one of the barstools goes "oh" as though he's remembered an appointment, then vacates the stool and wanders off. 

"A red wine for me," she says to the bartender. "And one more of whatever my companion's having." 

"Don't," says the young man she's sat down next to. "I've already had too many."

She shrugs a shoulder. "Fine, water for him, please." As the bartender leaves, she turns to him. "It's unusual for you to be out getting drunk on a Thursday. Don't you have work?"

"I broke up with Oliver," he says, tone flat. He sets down his drink with a shaking hand. "Told him being in a relationship with him was detrimental to my future at the Ministry, that I had to take my career seriously, without any distractions." He sniffles a little, soft. "And he believed me. Just accepted it. Called me a career-obsessed fuckwit who'd die alone." Another sniffle, and he rubs his hand along his cheek before picking up his drink again. 

She reaches out, places her hand on his. "I'm sorry, Percy."

He's too drunk to give her a properly scathing look and ends up closer to mildly annoyed. "Like you care. You also called him a distraction, but from you."

"And I was right," she says. "But I know you care for him, and I know this upsets you. And I'm sorry for that."

He lets out a soft, disbelieving huff and shakes his head. She lets him take another sip of his drink before she says, 

"Percy. Do you want to get out of here?"

He looks over at her, surprised. "Lydia -"

She can feel the Compulsion gathering just behind her eyes, the pressure building painfully, like the beginnings of a migraine. It would be so easy. He's drunk and half in love with her already - she could just send him the barest whisper of it, and he'd be a boy on a string. 

But she doesn't. She wants him to choose her. She wants him to come home with her because he wants to, because he wants her, not because she made him. It’s not a thought she’s ever had for a mortal before, and she pushes it away. Even though it hurts, even though it nearly leaks out, she holds it back. 

Finally, he nods. "I'd like that."

"Good." She pushes her untouched red wine away, digs a few bills out of her purse, throws them on the top of the bar. "Let's go."

He raises an eyebrow at her rush, then throws back the rest of his drink in one gulp. Getting unsteadily to his feet, he takes her hand.

For a moment, they are so close. She wonders if he's going to kiss her, right here in this bar, where everyone can see them. She can tell he's thinking about it, the way his eyes flick to her lips, how he moistens his own. But he steps away, ever the master of himself. 

"Are we going to yours or mine?"

"Mine. It's closer." She's waited for him like she's never waited for a mortal before. Normally she'd take what she wanted from a man and leave him sated with a sore head and a wounded neck, but she waited until that damned boyfriend was out of the picture. Even though the want crackles through her every time their eyes meet, even though it's clear that he aches too, he had his loyalty, and she hated it, hated him for it, but respected it. 

Her flat is close, only a few blocks away, and she presses close to him, though she doesn't feel the cold and her lack of body heat doesn't help him at all. As soon as they're in the lift, he moves, bending down, pressing his mouth to hers. She lets out a pleased hum and threads her fingers in his hair, mindful of her strength, pulling him close to her. Her lips part and his tongue presses into her mouth, and she can't stop it. Her fangs extend and scrape against his tongue, just enough to damage the surface, and she catches it and sucks it eagerly. He moans, soft, rubbing against her, pushing her up against the wall of the lift. 

The taste of his blood is acrid and heavy and sparkles in her veins the way champagne used to. She sucks one more time, harder, as the lift comes to a halt.

"This is us," she says, pulling back. She smirks - he's flushed and mussed, leaning after her like it might make her kiss him again. Curling her hand around his tie, she tugs him after her, down the hall, to her flat. 

"Last chance to turn back," she says, once the door to her flat is closed behind them. 

"I don't want to," he says, and she's startled by the way her chest clenches at that, like she's still a mortal girl who can feel like that for a mortal boy. It frightens her, and she turns away, kicking off her boots. 

"Get your shirt off," she says instead. She can almost hear his hesitation, so as she walks to the family room, she reaches down and peels off her sweater, dropping it in a careless pile on the floor. There's a sharp inhale behind her, and the rustle of fabric as he obeys. 

He moves past her, taking a seat on her couch, just in his vest and trousers now. She straddles him, rocking herself slowly against him, grinding against the hardness she can feel in those perfectly-pressed trousers. He lets out a soft, shaky moan, head falling back, and she seizes the moment. Her mouth descends on his neck, fangs fully unsheathed, and bites, hard. He lets out a noise that's half pain and half pleasure, and his hips rocks up against her. She starts to drink, and it isn't long before he's rubbing steadily against her, moaning, his hands moving over any part of her he can reach - ass, back, hips, breasts, hair - like he’s trying to drink her the way she’s drinking him. 

She pulls back, teeth and lips smeared with blood, eyes glowing an inhumanly bright green. “Last chance to turn back,” she repeats, voice a growl, much more the beast than the woman. 

He looks up at her, neck bleeding, the blood seeping into the fabric of his undershirt, trimming it with rusty stains. In that moment, with a dizzying certainty, she knows. However this ends, whatever it means for him, whatever it means for her - he’s chosen her. He knows this path ends with him dead, one way or another, and he’s choosing it anyway. 

“I don’t want to,” he repeats in turn, and pulls her down for another kiss.

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