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slaymybreathaway · 9 months

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WASTELAND, BABY! [prologue]

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July 30th 1994 ○ Neville's Bedroom

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It was 11pm when Neville Longbottom heard a tapping sound on his bedroom window.

He was sitting ontop of his patchwork bed covers, in his pyjamas, reading a muggle book that he had found in an old bookshop near his house earlier that day.

At first he took no notice of the noise, it was often that branches hit against his window whenever the wind blew a certain way. However, when these 'branches' started making a squawking noise, he turned his attention away from the book in his hands.

The boy walked over to his window, where he saw a white barn owl sitting on the outside windowsill. The bird looked up at him, an ivory envelope held in it's beak. Neville opened his window slowly, trying his best not to scare the owl away.

"Thanks mate," he spoke, taking the envelope from the bird and watched as it flew away into the dark summer night.

He shut his window before turning the envelope over in his hands. It was thick and felt like it had something rectangular inside of it.

The address on the front was written in a neat-but-slanted way, which he recognised almost immediately to be the handwriting of Y/n Finnigan. Neville smiled, letting the excitement show on his face.

Y/n and Neville had known each other since their first year at Hogwarts. She was his friend, Seamus's twin sister so naturally, he was friends with her also.

The odd thing was, that over the summer months, Neville found himself feeling a strange buzz of happiness whenever she sent him a letter. It even got to the point where every letter that wasn't from her seemed unimportant.

He couldn't quite explain what he felt or why he felt it. So instead, he just put it down to the lonely-ness of Summer.

The front and the back of the envelope was covered with small doodles of stars and balloons. The smile on Neville's face, somehow, grew wider at the thought of her taking the time to draw them on, individually.

The boy opened the envelope just above the green wax seal on the back and out fell both a letter and a casette tape. He picked up the letter and started to read:

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Dear Nev,

Happy Birthday!!! I was going to give you your present on the train to school but I just couldn't wait. I hope you like the mixtape (it's for the walkman, by the way)

See you soon,

Y/n

(PS. Tell your granny that I was asking for her)

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After reading it a few times, Neville took the box out from under his bed that contained all of the letters she had sent over the past two months and placed the new one on top. He slid the box far enough under his bed that it couldn't be seen by anyone that walked into his room.

The boy rifled through the drawer in his bedside locker until he found what he was looking for, his walkman. When he bought the muggle device, he didn't realise that the music wasn't included so he couldn't use it... until now.

When he looked at the tape closely, he could see that it was labeled on either side with ☆Neville's Mixtape☆ written in red marker. He opened the walkman and carfully placed the tape in before putting the headphones on and pressing the "play" button.

The boy turned off the light and lay in his bed, pulling the covers up to his shoulders as he heard the acoustic guitar play softly through the opening bars of the first song on the tape.

He couldn't help but imagine where Y/n was the first time she heard this song. Did it come on in the radio in her Dad's car? Or did she find the album that this song belonged to in a dusty old casette shop and waited until later that day to listen to it, when she was lying in bed. Just like he was doing right now. He smiled at the thought

A male voice sang softly the lyric:

"All the fear and the fire of the end of the world.

Happens each time a boy falls in love with a girl,"

Neville swore that he would remember those words forever beacause it was in that moment that he finally realised what that buzz of happiness was.

The was falling in love with her...

And man, did he feel the fear and the fire of the end of the world.

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itsalltaken · 1 year

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#dean thomas oneshot #harry potter oneshot #hogwarts #fluff #angst #harry potter #dean thomas x reader #dean thomas x y/n #dean thomas angst #dean thomas fluff #seamus finnegan #harry #hermione #ginny #ron #weasley

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hp-hcs · 2 months

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Reader (male preferably) x T.N and M.R

Where reader gets into fights a lot. Like a lot. Almost double the amount that Theo and Matt get in combined in just a week. The only reason Dumbledore lets him stay at Hogwarts is because he’s top of every class. What bugs a lot of his peers is the fact that he doesn’t try. He doesn’t study, he just gets it straight up, he barely shows up to class, he fights everyone and anything that speaks bad about the slytherin house, and he’s got the face every guys jealous of. Reader is just made to make people mad, is how he’d be described. But he’s not aggressive. He doesn’t lose his temper easy, it’s just when his house or Theo and Matt are mentioned that he loses it. It’s like a trigger going off in his brain, to protect what’s his. And Merlin does that turn them on.

NSFW (optional)

Reader loves to mark them as his. To have everyone be able to see the dark hickeys or slowly healing bite marks. To display a type of claim over the two. They’re his. And he knows exactly how to make them feel good. Make them writhe for him. Degrading Mattheo while edging Theodore, wrapping his bloodied hands around their throats while he pushes them up against the wall. Fuck and when he’s all beaten up after a fight? They can’t fucking resist him.

• smut • bloody knuckles — poly! sub! sweetie pie! theodore nott x poly! sub! brat! mattheo riddle x gn! poly! dom! reader

❕no pronouns or gender/assigned sex markers of any kind!❕

warnings: SMUT MDNI, BLOOD KINK JFC IS THERE A GODDAMN BLOOD KINK IN HERE, same with degradation holy fuck, pain(?) kink, violence, mild descriptions of gore/wounds, usage of the word ‘blood’ or ‘bloody’ approximately 12000000 times, THE BOYS ARE ROMANTICALLY & SEXUALLY INVOLVED WITH EACH OTHER, some pretty aggressive dom/sub roles for ya silly little deviants

i don’t know why i gave the boys pure opposite personalities. the dichotomy of man, i guess.

this is quite easily the filthiest fucking thing i’ve ever written, and i was too embarrassed to let my allosexual boyfie edit/help with this one so it’s real bad 😬 enjoy your asexual-written smut? ig? i did my best, anon, i’m so sorry

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Seamus Finnegan was not expecting to start off his Monday morning with a broken nose.

To be fair though, it was kind of his fault. I mean, six years of school together and the boy still decided to run his mouth without a single care in the world.

“Heard Riddle’s a slut. That true?”

Your head snapped up and a furious look crossed your face. “What?”

“Hot though,” Seamus shrugged. “‘s why y’keep ‘im ‘round, yeah?”

Your hands clenched into fists down by your sides.

“He a good fuck, at least?” Seamus asked carelessly, seemingly unaware of your brewing anger. “I bet ‘e is. Think ‘e’d put out?”

Before anyone could even blink, you had Finnegan down on the ground. His face quickly became the victim of your furious fists.

He tried to shove you off, but you just smacked his hands away and got a solid hit to the center of his face, punctuated by the sound of snapping cartilage.

Blood rushed in your ears and the crowds fell away as you focused solely on Make him pay. Make him pay. Make him pay.

You were abruptly brought out of your bloodthirsty rage by a pair of arms wrapping themselves around your torso and yanking you off of Seamus.

You spun around in anger, the question of who the fuck-? dying on your lips when you saw the concerned face of Theodore Nott, and the bright red face of Mattheo Riddle.

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“Darling-”

“Shut up, it’s my love language,” you pouted.

Theo rolled his eyes fondly, leading you by your shoulders into their dorm’s bathroom. “You know we can handle ourselves, love. You’ve met both of our fathers; we’ve had much worse than some Irish pipsqueak theorizing about our sex lives.”

“Well, I thought it was hot.” Mattheo interrupted with a cheeky grin. “Our badass lover who’s willing to throw down with a Gryffindor to protect our honor? Proof that chivalry isn’t dead.”

“Well, I just don’t want other people talking about you like that,” you scowled.

“We know, love,” Theo grinned, crouching down to dig the first aid kit out from under the sink, patting your thigh in a patronizingly reassuring gesture. “Now, lemme see how bad it is.”

You huffed in faux annoyance, holding out your bloody hands in front of you and lifting your chin so he could see the state of your face.

Theo sighed and began his millionth lecture of the day as he started dabbing antiseptic ointment on the few small scrapes scattered across your face.

Mattheo was unusually quiet, adding nothing to the playful bickering between you and Theo.

You glanced over at him, only to find that he was practically enraptured, staring at your hands. His eyes followed a single bead of blood’s meandering path down your knuckles and fingers, watching as it dripped off the tip of your index finger and splattered onto the tile floor.

You could’ve sworn you saw him lick his lips.

You traded a knowing look with Theo before speaking. “Whatcha looking at, Matty?”

His cheeks flushed red and his gaze snapped back up to your eyes. “Nothing!”

You took a step forward. He took a step back.

“Oh, really?”

He gulped.

You reached forward to rest a hand on his shoulder, gently pressing him up against the wall. “A blood kink, huh? Shit, you really are a slut, love.”

Mattheo looked down, cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

You gripped his chin and forced his head up to look at you. His eyes widened in surprise at the firmness of your grasp.

You pressed two blood-streaked fingers against his lips, groaning at the sight of his tongue instinctively darting out to kitten-lick them.

“Shit, Matty,” Theo whispered from behind you.

You trailed your fingers down his jaw and the side of his neck before loosely wrapping your hand around his throat.

He gasped and his eyes rolled back in his head. “Y-Y/n-”

“You like this? Hm?” You crooned as the blood on your hand smeared onto the skin of his neck.

Mattheo nodded frantically—as much as he could with the limited range of motion.

“That’s fucking disgusting, Riddle. What a filthy fucking boy.”

(He whimpered. He fucking loved it when you called him by his last name.)

You let go of his neck, stepping back and leaving him with a pleading whine caught in his throat as you turned to your other boyfriend.

“And Theodore, my pretty little angel,” you cooed softly, running your fingers through his hair and cupping his cheek. “How’s my little lovebug doing?”

He watched you with wide eyes, his tongue darting out to lick his chapped lips. “Y-Y/n…”

You ran your thumb over his cheekbone, smiling softly. “Answer my question, pretty boy.”

“I-I’m doing good, love,” Theo whispered, his voice cracking as you trailed your thumb down the side of his neck and swept it across his collarbone.

You abruptly pulled your hand away, spinning on your heel and leaving the en-suite without another word.

Your boys followed you into the dorm room like lost puppies, trailing after you with confused and needy expressions.

You sat down on one of the beds, lying back against the pillows with a relaxed and unbothered expression on your face. “Teddy, over here. Matty, go sit in the chair.” You waved your hand towards the desk chair, lazily motioning for Theodore to take off his shirt and join you on the bed.

Mattheo pouted and whined. “What? But- darlin’, I’ve been-”

“A greedy bitch,” you scoff as you yanked off Theo’s trousers and boxers in one swift motion, rolling him over onto his back. “Now sit down and wait your damn turn. Don’t you dare touch yourself. You’d better keep your hands where I can fucking see them.”

Without waiting for a reply, you turned back to your other lover. You ignored Mattheo’s protesting whines in favor of wrapping your fingers around Theo’s dick, appreciating the way Theo’s hips jerked up with a startled moan and his hands scrabbled for anything to hold onto as you did so.

“Riddle. I changed my mind. Get the fuck over here.” You snap, narrowing your eyes at the boy wiggling uncomfortably in his seat. “Hold Teddy’s hand.”

He jumped into action, quickly clambering onto the bed next to the pair of you and scooping up one of Theo’s hands in his.

You nodded, pleased at his cooperation, and slowly started jerking Theo off.

“Pretty, isn’t he, Matty?”

You expected him to say something in agreement, or tease Theo lightly, but your question was met with silence.

You glanced over, curious as to what caught his attention. Mattheo’s eyes were laser focused on Theo’s lower half. You followed his line of sight, confused as to what he was looking at, when you realized.

The blood from your busted knuckles had smeared itself all over Theo’s cock.

“Suck Teddy off.” The demand left your lips before you could even fully think it through.

Neither boy seemed disinterested in your proposition, if the way Mattheo all but scrambled down the bed as he leapt onto your boyfriend was any indication.

Mattheo kneeled between Theo’s thighs and pinned down his hips, practically drooling at the perverse sight in front of him.

Theo moaned brokenly as he felt Mattheo’s tongue lick a long stripe up his dick before taking him fully into his mouth. You hummed appreciatively at the gorgeous view in front of you, reaching out to stroke your hand along Theo’s hip and thigh.

The dorm was quickly filled with the sweet sounds of Theodore’s little moans and sighs, and the filthy wet sounds of Mattheo’s mouth.

He drew Theo closer and closer to his release. But right as your sweetest lover’s body began to shake, you caught sight of one of your brat’s hands subtly sneaking between his legs. You growled, tightening your grip in his hair to warn him to pull off.

As soon as Mattheo pulled off of Theo’s cock, panting for air, you harshly grabbed his jaw and yanked his head up to face you.

“Greedy fucking whore,” you sneered, “I told you not to touch yourself. Apologize to Theo for being such a self-centered brat.”

“S-sorry! So-sorry! I-I’m sorry, T-Theo!”

“Good boy,” you murmur, petting his hair and lightly scratching his scalp with your nails. “Good, love. Continue.”

Mattheo let out a shaky breath, still reeling from the whiplash of your sudden gentleness as he leaned back down to continue his earlier ministrations.

He quickly realized why you’d been so suddenly sweet when he felt your hand start roughly palming him through his trousers. He whined around Theo’s cock, which in turn made Theodore gasp and moan loudly.

You grinned at your boys’ reactions as you leaned down to murmur in Mattheo’s ear, “You can cum if you get Teddy off, alright sweetheart?”

Sparked with renewed interest at the incentive, Mattheo resumed sucking off Theo with vigor. Theo’s thighs shook as he babbled incoherently, a mix of “Fuck!”s, “Merlin-”s, and “Y/n!”s.

“Good boys, that’s it,” you cooed sweetly, brushing sweaty curls off of Theo’s forehead. “You’re just so close, aren’t you, my love?”

Theo sobbed pitifully and nodded. “Pl-please- Y/n- please!”

“Go ahead,” you whispered, stroking his cheek with your thumb.

With your permission, Theo fell apart with a loud moan, his entire body shaking and spasming. You continued palming Mattheo, intent on keeping good on your promise.

“Come whenever you’re ready, Riddle,” you murmured. He had pulled off of Theo by now, and stared up at you with wide, glazed-over eyes. You wiped a smear of cum from the corner of his lips with your thumb, grinning teasingly at the pair of them as you promptly stuck it in your mouth and swirled your tongue around the digit.

With one final moan, Mattheo’s body stiffened up and broke down into shudders as he was wracked with the force of his orgasm. His arms gave out and he collapsed onto the bed, tucking his face into the hollow where Theo’s thigh met his pelvis.

You gave both of your boys a minute to collect themselves, murmuring gentle praise as you littered their faces with soft kisses. “Both so good for me, my best boys. So perfect.”

You sat in a contented quiet for a few more minutes, just caressing them gently. But once their breathings had steadied out, they startled you by sharing a look and abruptly tugging you down and rolling over on top of you.

“Your turn now, love.”

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archivesofthevoid · 3 years

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Pulling their hair while making out:

Moderate NSFW warning!

HCs and blurb requests (both sfw and nsfw) are open! Check my pinned post on my page for my writing boundaries.

Most of these HCs that I'm making so far are based off just random thoughts that pop up in my head. But the last one seemed to do well so we'll see how this one does. I promise they'll be more organized in the future. For now you just get my jumbled notes that I jot down for fun and occasionally share with you guys. <3 I appreciate all the support though. It means so much to me :)

I didn't add Harry or Dean because I didn't know what to do for either of them.

Fred: You would be making out with him in the common room during lunch. You wanted to test something so you tug at his hair a little bit too roughly. The groan that left him was something you didn’t expect but was very welcome. You also didn’t expect the smirk on his face once he pulled away. "Do that again and whatever happens next is not my fault darling." He laughs when you stumble over your words for a comeback, either in anger or embarrassment, but he secretly wishes you'd pull his hair again.

George: Lets out a soft whimper followed by a breathless "please do that again-" And just melts with another light moan when you do. He grabs you by your waist and pulls you impossibly closer before burying his face into your shoulder while pressing open mouth kisses along your skin and silently begging for more.

Neville: Poor mans would get so flustered after he lets out a surprised whine. You have to reassure him that it was kind of the reaction you were wanting, but it didn’t exactly help his flustered state. It might take a minute to calm him down though. Once he's calm, he tells you that he wants to keep kissing. He’d be nervous to ask you to do it again but you get the hint.

Draco: Oh boy. He really pulls the “you’re playing a dangerous game” card on you before going back to making out. But only now, he's rougher than before. Probably would put his hand against your throat so you could feel the cold metal of his ring. And to scare you, or tease you further. Whichever you're into.

Ron: You would be in his dorm room, making out instead of studying like you guys said you were going to. You wanted to try something out so you tangled your fingers in the back of his hair and tugged. You got the exact opposite reaction you thought you would. He'd whine. First time he'd ever done so too. You pulled away to see him bright red in the face, but before he could pull away from you completely - you grabbed him by his face before whispering "do that again." And bringing him back into a heated makeout. He didn't complain, and by the end of it he was whining for you to do more than just kiss him.

Seamus: He’d probably see it as a game at first and pull your hair right back but the sound you let out tells him it’s not that kind of game. The soft noise of realization before he feels his face flush and playfully pushes you off makes you laugh before teasing him for being so oblivious. He curses you out, but he isn't really angry. The previous mood was ruined but hey you got a few laughs from it. You guys experiment with it later though.

Cedric: A gasp escaped him as he pulled away to look at you. You flushed as you tried to explain why you did it but he just grinned and chuckled. "Curious little thing, aren't you?" He quipped, before going right back in. He curled the ends of your hair around his fingers as he kissed you, threatening to pull it just like you did to his but he never did. Left you whining a bit and you hated how he just laughed at you. It's all lighthearted of course. He eventually made it up to you.

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rainydayathogwarts · 3 years

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He gets turned on at a bad time

Second person p.o.v Warnings: Um well I think the title kind of gives it away Characters are: Harry, Ron, Oliver, Cedric, James, Percy and Seamus. The wattpad world hasn't seen the seamus one and it's probably the best one. Tell me if you want other characters, or one with the girls

Harry: You hadn't realised that you had done anything wrong. Everyone was sat having dinner in the Great Hall when you made eye contact with Harry. You winked at him, and turned back to face your friends.

You smirked, remembering how things got a little bit heated in an empty classroom before your last class. You bit your lip and shook the thought out of your head. You risked another glance at Harry's seat only to find him rushing out of it and speed-walking out of the Hall. Your eyes widened and you stood up to follow your boyfriend, worry bubbling in your chest.

"Harry!" You called out, breaking into a run when you spotted him. He abruptly stopped in his tracks, turning around to face you. He visibly sighed in relief. "Are you-" You cut yourself off when you saw an evident tent in your boyfriend's trousers.

He tugged at his trousers uncomfortably, taking one of your hands and dragging you down the hallways. "I sure hope Ron didn't cause that." You joked. "Ha ha, very funny. Somehow, it was actually you who caused this, and now since you're here, might as well fix it, don't you think?"

You gulped and nodded quickly, gasping when Harry pushed you into the nearest broom closet and ordered "On your knees, princess."

Ron: Staying at the Burrow with Ron and his family at the end of the summers became a normal thing. You all were going into your sixth year now and you and Ron had been together for just over a year. You both had done some stuff but never actually gone all the way and done the deed. Of course, with your horny excuse of a boyfriend, you assumed that it wouldn't be long until you did.

The lot of you had just finished dinner. Bill and Fleur had joined you and were currently helping helping Mrs. Weasley tidy up the tables from the garden. You walked into the Burrow, grinning when you saw Ron sprawled out on one of the armchairs with his eyes closed.

You pranced over to him, plopping down on his laps. He opened his eyes, lazily smiling at you. You wiggled a little bit to make yourself comfortable but were stopped by one of his strong arms. "Baby, no." You furrowed your eyebrows, turning to look a his face properly and give him a confused glance but he put his hands on your hips, stopping you from doing so.

"Ron wh-" You gasped, unable to finish your sentence when you felt what was most definitely a growing hard-on in between your thighs.

Right at that moment, the twins, Bill and Fleur joined the two of you in the living room. Ron was only becoming harder under you and you adjusted yourself once more, making him suck in a sharp breath. Ginny stepped out of the kitchen with Hermione by her side, both of them heading back outside. "You coming (Y/N)?"

"I-" "No!" Ron interrupted. That earned him weird looks from his family members. "He's just jealous that I've been spending much time with you guys is all." You lied swiftly. You felt Ron stiffly nodding his head from behind you. You could only imagine how red his face was.

You looked down at your hands, a blush creeping onto your own cheeks. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Bill smirking. You scratched the back of your neck nervously, hoping to change the topic of conversation but alas.

You heard loud wolf-whistle coming from George as Fred let out a yell. "Boner! Ronniekins has a boner!" You felt all the blood rushing to your head as Ron dug his face in between your shoulder blades. Bill finally broke, letting out a loud laugh that he failed miserably at hiding. "In my defense-" You squeaked as Harry came into view and Fleur tried hiding a smile "I-I didn't mean to?"

Oliver: You stood in the Gryffindor changing rooms with your arms crossed on your chest. You leaned on the wall with a small smile on your face as you listened to Oliver give his team a motivational speech.

Usually you'd also be needed on the pitch, but because of a shoulder injury, your healer told you not to play Quidditch for the school year. It was unfortunate, it really was, especially since it was your last year at Hogwarts and you wanted to win the Cup for your House team.

As Oliver brought his speech down to a close, you pushed yourself off the wall and walked over to him. His team cheered, excitedly rushing out of the room to get ready for the game with a little warm-up.

You grinned, pulling Oliver closer to you by the belt hoops in his pants and placing a soft kiss on his lips. Before he could deepen the kiss, you pulled away, peppering his neck with light kisses as you spoke. "You're going to play well today Oli?" He nodded, his eyes fluttering close.

"I always play good." He whispered. You hummed against his neck, telling him "Well I'll tell you what; if you win the game by a lot, you might get a little surprise after the match."

His eyebrows shot up and his eyes widened. He visibly swallowed and you took one of his hands in yours and slipped it under your pants for him to feel your lace underwear. He slowly brought his hand back to his side and he rearranged his red Quidditch robes around him as he walked out of the changing rooms.

"I'll see you on the stands?" He asked, stopping in the doorway. "'Course you will." You chuckled, smirking when you heard him mutter to himself "Now's not the time Oliver."

Cedric: "Oh come on Ced, what's the worst that could happen? Whoever she is, I'm sure she likes you back." You spoke, taking a left. You saw him shake his head out of the corner of your eye and groaned. You halted in your step, turning towards your best friend.

"Cedric Diggory, you look at me in the eyes." Reluctantly, he did as you told him to, "You could get any girl, guy or non-binary person in this castle! For fuck's sake you could probably get Professor Dumbledore if you wanted to, so go get the girl you're crushing on! Lord knows it's about time you've moved on from Cho!"

A small smile formed on his face, "Well what about you?" he asked. "What about me?" You repeated his previous words. "Could I get you if I wanted to?" Your entire face flushed red but you nodded nonetheless. "Oh yeah you could totally get me if you wanted to."

Cedric's head shot up in shock and he grinned widely. "Really?" You mumbled a bunch of incoherent words and took bigger steps to the prefects' meeting room. He grabbed your arm, tugging you back and pressing his soft lips to yours roughly.

One of his hands cupped your cheeks and you sighed in the kiss, your small hands gripping his Hufflepuff robes. He pulled away and you bashfully smiled up at him. "We can't be late to a prefects' meeting Ced, come on."

His hands gripped your waist from behind and he pulled you in closer to him. He pecked your forehead, saying, "We're early, there's still 20 minutes before the meeting." "What do you suggest we do, then?" You asked, looking him up and down with a cheeky grin.

Cedric's eyes widened as he zoned out for a moment, and you saw the blood rush to his ears as he shifted uncomfortably on his two feet. "Fuck you (Y/N)." He muttered, turning around and heading in the direction of the men's bathrooms. You laughed loudly, shouting after him "Don't be late!"

James (marauders era): James smiled at you lazily from where he laid on the bed. One hand went behind him as he blindly searched for his glasses on his bedside table. "I've got the best parents in the world." He whispered when he found them, placing them on his face. You laughed, sitting up and stretching your back slightly.

"I mean I'm not going to complain that I get to sleep in the same bed as you." You managed to say mid-yawn. "Nor that I can peacefully get a morning kiss from you." James beamed, his muscled arms opening wide to expose his bare chest as he welcomed you in his arms.

You snuggled in his warm hold, placing a small kiss on his chest. "For a chaser on the (H/H) team, your aim is terrible." He joked and puckered his lips slightly. You leaned up, giving him a proper kiss. "Mhm, yes please." He muttered against your lips, pulling you closer to him by the hips.

Your crotch accidentally grinded against his as he deepened the kiss and he gasped, though he didn't pull away. He bucked his hips into yours for some more friction and you let out a quiet moan into his mouth. You could feel him smirk into the kiss as one of his hands made its way past your hips and down your lower back.

You broke away from James's kiss when you felt his hard-on poking the inside of the thigh. You moved your lips to his neck, pressing little kisses all over it, occasionally sucking, but not hard enough to leave any marks. His eyes fluttered shut and his grips tightened on your hip and backside.

"James, (Y/N)! Sirius is here, get out of bed!" Euphemia yelled from down the stairs. James let out an almost inaudible gasp and you shot up, your eyes immediately going to the door. "No, no, no!" James whined quietly, reaching out to you.

In mere seconds, the door to the room burst open and Sirius Black stood with a wide smirk on his face. It only widened when his eyes scanned the situation. Swollen lips, messy hair, panicked faces, and more importantly, James's hard bulge fighting against the thin fabric of his boxers.

"I'll let you guys finish," he said, slowly leaving the room, "EUPHEMIA!" he then shouted, his fast footsteps heard through the closed wooden door.

Percy: "Perce, hey Perce." you whispered, running a hand through his red hair to try waking him up. He moaned, turning to his other side. You giggled, leaning over to press short kisses on the side of his face. "Baby, wake up." "Noo" he whined, dragging the word out.

"We're needed down in the Great Hall, c'mon." "But I don't wanna." He continued, still half asleep. Sleepy Percy was the cutest Percy. "My love, there's been a Sirius Black situation. They're saying he attacked your brother." At that, he shot up.

"What? Which one? Is he okay? Did anyone check if he's okay?" He rushed in, his eyes taking in all the details in your face to make sure nothing too bad happened. "Don't worry about it my love, I checked up on him already, but they need us in the Great Hall, Head student duties."

He took your face in his hands, kissing you passionately. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." He hugged you tightly, and you could hear him taking deep breaths. You moved one of your hands to gently rub his thigh, but you misplaced it, instead accidentally putting his right over his crotch.

He lifted his head off your shoulder, giving you a look of shock and you pulled your hand away, a blush blooming on your face. "Perce I'm-" "It's fine!" he squeaked, also turning red. You took a glimpse down at the problem you caused, your eyes widening when you noticed how hard you actually made him. Damn teenage hormones.

"I think I just-wait outside." He nodded frantically and you got up, leaving outside to let him deal with his, uh, problem.

Seamus: Seamus had a bad habit of not being able to stay away from you for more than a half hour when you didn't have classes and was always immediately on the search for you after those minutes passed. It was rare that you both had free periods at the same time and Seamus would be sure to use those to his advantage.

That's how you both ended up in his dormitory, you on top of him, peppering kisses all over his neck, and occasionally sucking on the soft skin. Seamus used his strength to flip the both of you, breathing heavily. "Already having trouble breathing?" You teased, "We haven't even gotten to the good part." And you knew that he'd make you pay for that. He grinded his very prominent hard-on into your fully clothed heat, making you let out a moan.

He smirked, leaning down to capture your lips in a rough, passionate kiss. Your hand trailed down to open his fly and unzip his zipper. You took your time undoing his button and pulling his trousers down, even as he rushed to remove yours. The tent in his white boxers was evident and just before you went to pull them down, you went back up to take his shirt off. Seamus growled, hurriedly unclasping your bra, having taken your button-up shirt off long before.

"Seamus mate!?" Came from the dormitory door, accompanied by loud knocking. "Professor McGonagall is seriously going to get mad if we're late again!" "Fuck." Seamus muttered, dropping his head in the crook of your neck, his hips bucking into your teasing hand. "Is (Y/N) in with you as well?" Dean continued, "I really don't want to go in there right now mate, come on, we're all going to be incredibly late!"

"Seamus?" You asked him, when he didn't respond or move. "Darling." He breathed out. "Yeah, give us a second and we'll be out mate!" He got off the bed, leaning down to help you clasp your bra and put the rest of your clothes on before putting on his own, struggling to button his pants. He groaned at the discomfort and tugged at his trousers to try and give himself space to breathe.

He give you one last kiss before running a hand through his hair and picking up both your bags, holding yours out of reach so you wouldn't try to take it from him and carry it yourself. You took his hand in yours, tugging him back for a moment as he went to open the door. "I'll make it up to you, I promise." You whispered to him, giving him a look of reassurance and he let out a noise that resembled a whine, tugging at his trousers once more.

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blushiinghoney · 3 years

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"giving up" | ●.●

summary: you give up on liking him.

content: angst, gender neutral, house neutral, so neutral i don't even mention who this is about (i do use he/him pronouns for them tho).

warnings: a curse word or two?, small mentions of injuries and blood (nothing graphic or descriptive), my english.

a/n: okay so this just came to me quickly so i had to write it, i didn't even have a character in mind so that's why i don't even mention any name, so it can be about whoever you want! anyways, let me know what you think!

m a s t e r l i s t

[do not repost or copy my works to other sites]

part 2 - part 3

You've liked him for two years now. It all started because of your friend. You were just playing around, running away from her when you tripped and fell, hurting your knee. That's when he approached you, giving you a tissue so you could clean the bleeding on your knee.

That's how you started to like him, he showed you his kindness even though you were a stranger to him. And because you liked him you'd always walk around following him, like a puppy to its owner. You kept doing it for two years, even if he said he didn't like your company, even if he would say mean and harsh things to you just so you'd leave him alone, but none of that mattered because you liked him.

Until you finally decided you had enough. It wasn't an easy decision, you were so used to like him that it felt weird to try and stop doing it. But you were in your last year now, you needed to start to think of your future, and you, unfortunately, realized he wasn't included in it.

For the past few days, you had stopped walking after him, stopped trying to study with him, stopped trying to sit next to him in class, stopped doing the thing you'd normally do for him. But, honestly, would he even notice?

Yes.

Did he notice that you didn't care anymore?

Yes.

Even though you decided on this you still felt like you should say something to him. I mean, you told him you liked him so it was only fair to say you were going to not like him anymore.

So, after classes had finished you approached him where he was sitting with his friends.

"Hi, uh, can I talk to you for a minute, in private, please?", you said nervously.

"Urgh, what the hell do you want now uh? If you're going to confess again you can do it here, we've already heard it a million times, and I've rejected you more than that", he shrugged his shoulders, and his friends laughed like he had said a hilarious joke. If it was two years ago you would've been so heartbroken, but now you didn't even flinch. Did he notice how your eyes were still bright even after he said that? Did he notice how you still smiled after he "joked" about rejecting you?

Yes. Yes.

"No, that's not it. But I get it, I-I'll be quick", you took a deep breath and then smiled at him while you said, "I just wanted to say I'm giving up on liking you, I know you've never had any kinds of feelings for me, and it's okay, really, you don't own me anything but I'm tired of liking you, tired of trying to make you like me-"

What? No. You can't do that. I like-

"What the fuck are you talking about?", he interrupted you.

"-so I'm giving up. Thank you for these two years, you were important to me but now you won't be anything but a stranger. Goodbye.", you were still smiling. It didn't hurt because you knew you were doing the right thing for yourself.

How could you smile so beautifully like that? And then say those words?

As you walked away with a weight lifted off your shoulders, you didn't even notice him looking at you full of guilt and regret, and his friends sat there surprised without being able to utter a word.

Why does my heart hurt?

Why did I hurt your heart?

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thequibbler1437 · 3 years

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Disney relationships that remind me of hp boys

Warnings: none just pure fluff

Summary: just relationships from Disney that would remind me of them in a relationship.

Includes: Harry, Ron, George, Fred, Lee, Oliver, Cedric, Seamus, Dean, Neville,

Harry: John Smith and Pocahontas

Harry would be the very awkward boy he always is at first but soon he wouldn’t be. But he would always get himself in trouble it would always be a fight or something stupid he did for you.

Ron: Cinderella and Prince Charming

I think he would see you and try talking and before he could ask your name you left. and he tried to find you and once he did you guys became friends and soon you fell for him as well and soon enough you guys started dating.

George: Flynn Rider and Rapunzel

I don't know what it is but I feel like he would be just like Flynn Rider. He would most likely take you with him to prank filch or anyone in fact. I feel like you guys would be close friends then he would admit his feelings to you after a couple years of pinning. Nevertheless, he reminds me of Flynn.😂

Fred: Lady and the Tramp

I mean who doesn’t believe that these two were made for each other. In the beginning Fred of course would be to wild and reckless but once you show up he is calm and not so reckless.It was meant to be honestly.

Lee: Aurora and prince Phillip

I think that Lee would most likely save you from something like a prank or etc and he would catch you attention and he would always worry you would like someone else but as fate has it you are head over heels for him and only him.

Oliver: Tarzan and Jane

I think that Oliver would be in love with quidditch. Then one year you show up to a tryout and he has never felt this way before and he can’t understand it. And once he sees how much you love quidditch he finally realizes that he’s in love with you and he asks you out on a date and soon you turn into lovers.

Cedric: Meg and Hercules

Maybe you have gotten your heart broken to many times to love so when he comes around you pay him little to no mind but soon he’s giving you all of this attention and for the first time in a while you feel loved and you start to return those feelings.

Seamus: Todd and Vixey

He would be quite shy at first and clumsy probably during potions you make eye contact and he blows it up but more than he usually does and this is what most likely made you fall for him. Once he finally musters up the courage to ask you out and you say yes he’s over the moon and tells all his friends about you.

Dean: Robin Hood and Maid Marian

I think he would treat you as if your the only girl in the world and love you to bits and pieces. You would become great friends with his friends and it would feel like you are one big family.

Neville: Bernard and Bianca

He would be so shy to ask you out so imagine his surprise when you asked him out. He would be over the moon that you liked him back and then would wonder why your with him instead of all of the other guys you could have but you chose him that was when he knew you guys would be together for a long time.

A/n:

Let me know who else I should do.🥰

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daydreams-magic01 · 3 years

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They didn’t break up

(Draco Malfoy x Gryffindor!Potter!Reader)

(Not my gifs, credit goes to the creators)

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Requested by: Anon

Fandom: Harry Potter (Golden Trio Era)

House: Gryffindor

Request: “ Hey! Could you write a Draco Malfoy x Gryffindor!Potter!reader. Y/N and Draco have been dating since first year but haven’t told anyone. Pansy and Blaise are dating and know about Y/N and Draco because the 4 of them are best friends. Harry and Y/N get into an argument when they return to Hogwarts after the war and he says that she has no friends. The next day the 4 walk into the great hall and the golden trio see that Harry’s sister is engaged to Draco and is best friends with their enemies. Thanks 💞 “

Thank you so much for requesting!

Warnings: Harry is out of character, slightly, for drama, and there is swearing.

Words:1.8K

Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction, the scenarios, the reader, and the dialogue are all mine.

This should only be found on my blog.

Author is always me on this blog: @daydreams-magic01 .

A/N: Please do not copy or plagiarise this, or put it in your own book, etc. It should only be found here. Also, please mention if I should make a taglist and if you wanted to be added. I also tried by best at being British.

Thank you.

“I like your eyes.”

That is the first thing that Draco Malfoy said to his girlfriend (Y/n) when they first met. After all, he was entranced by her, knowing since that moment that he wants to marry her.

He became further entranced when she mentioned his huge quantities of hair gel and when she defended that ‘filthy mudblood’ Granger.

Why would a woman of her stature mingle with such things?

Then again, although respected, Potters are ‘Mudwallowers’.

He asked her out after her brother’s first game after the Slytherin’s had all sulked away back to their common room, his mates had all left, and everyone was surrounding Harry.

He made quick to pull her aside into a dark, hidden corner.

She said no.

So he asked again, a few days after Quirrell fainted in front of the entire school. When he heard she fought a Troll he had a heart attack.

She said no, again.

He always made sure to be discrete when asking her out.

He didn’t want anyone to know after all.

She finally said yes after the detention in the forbidden forest, when he practically saved her life.

In reality, he grabbed her and dragged the distressed girl from her brother.

The two hit a rough patch when he called her best friend a ‘Mud-blood’, and she gave him the cold shoulder for almost four weeks.

They made up.

They hit another rough patch when he got Buckbeak executed, and he was happier to receive the punch from Hermione rather than (Y/n), not that she would ever hit him.

They made up their relationship still a secret.

Forth year made another rough patch when he asked Pansy to the ball rather than her. However, he did not make a good impression as a date, and she and Pansy came close over this.

They made up.

Their fifth year became worse, full of betrayal as he snitched to Umbridge, landing her three months in detention. He said she and Blaise were caught snogging when it was them two. Blaise and her bonded over this, and the rumour was instantly shut down, rather quickly after her brother hexed the git.

They made up.

She told Blaise.

He truly didn’t understand a relationship until his sixth year, when he was forced to join the death eaters.

Thankfully, his god-father trained him in Occlumency so that no memories of her were revealed.

His understanding increased when they finally took the next step in their relationship.

They didn’t need to make up.

She, Blaise and Pansy became close as they worried over Draco, becoming fast friends.

She told Pansy.

She defended him against her brother, but when it turned out he was right, her heart broke.

Draco made no move to help her.

She refused to acknowledge his existence.

They did not acknowledge each other until Malfoy Manor when he had his wand against her throat.

Despite the stinging hex, he still knew it was her.

The two did not break up.

They didn’t speak when she saved his life.

Yet, they did not break up.

They did not speak as he walked to his mother’s side.

They had no chance to break up.

They finally spoke after the battle when he walked over to her and apologised.

The two knew they did not want to break up.

Two months later, by August the two had become close again, best friends with the now dating Pansy and Blaise.

(Y/n) and Draco had no chance to spend the summer together, but they long to see each other in the repeating seventh year, their eighth year.

Life is now like a dream.

Yet, their relationship is still not known.

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(Y/n) does not understand why her brother is so aggravated; clearly, he is getting shagged, and he is happy but -

Ah, it could be because she hassled Ron and him into returning for their eighth year.

It just makes sense.

It’s not like Harry hates Hogwarts, he’s almost as infatuated with it as he is Ginny.

Thus why she has been very careful since the train ride to two weeks from then, today.

She has barely met up with her newest best friends, Blaise and Pansy, or Draco.

After all, she would hate to upset her brother.

She can’t help but long for the day where he will accept it, she knows he will at some point, but perhaps now is not the best time.

It has just been better to stay out of his way.

This is why she is now sat with Dean at a table by the window, playing Wizard Chess as Neville refereed, helping her every now and then with certain moves.

Who knows where Seamus is.

You can imagine her surprise when her brother walks into the crowded common room and scoffs, taking a seat on the main couch without the other two of his trio.

“What’s wrong, Harry?” (Y/n) asks, not looking up from her game, everyone else asks similar questions.

After all, Harry is a kind boy and it would be a shame to see him so upset. “Just came to annoy you. Was just arguing with Malfoy is all. He is still a git.” He jokes, trying to coax a laugh out of her.

She doesn’t take it as a joke, she is angry, upset and irritable after all. “I’m surprised that you recognise people exist out of Gryffindor.”

People gasp.

“I’m just surprised that you have other friends at all.”

No one speaks, but the majority of them do turn the gaze to her. She stops in her thinking for a second, trying not to be upset. Deciding he must be joking she lets out a small laugh before enouncing her move.

Fed-up, he scoffs again, turning to face her on his elbow on the back of the couch. “No, really, I am. Hermione and Ron too. Who knew you could actually make friends.”

Seamus somehow magically appears and steps between the two, as (Y/n) sharply turns to her brother, raising his hands in mock surrender, “now guys, no need to fight.”

Harry ignores him, “Usually you hang out with my friends.”

She sighs and decides to ignore him and the sadness swelling in her chest, “they’re my friends too, Harry. And at least I have friends outside of Gryffindor.”

“So do I. Are they? Or are they just friends with you because you cling around us all the time?”

Anyone who wasn’t listening before is now, for sure.

“I have other friends, you know, Harry, and didn’t I meet Hermione first?” She sarcastically lets out, enouncing her next move. “She liked me first, everyone always does.

Neville tries to make eye contact with her, but she does not look up.

“Well, you are the boy who lived’s sister after all.”

There’s an audible gasp from the majority of the room, but she does not back down.

Sighing sympathetically, she then tuts, “I am the girl who lived.”

“But I am the boy who lived.”

“Sexism is it?”

She has no idea what is with Harry, he never behaves like this, it’s completely out of character for him.

“Don’t be daft, I’m just saying I was first.”

“Just like in that game against Cedric.”

She doesn’t mean to upset him, only ground his ego as she momentarily forgets her dead friend.

Her brother shoots up and storms over, making her jump up as she looks up to him.

“Don’t say his name!”

“Merlin, Harry, he had other friends, you know.”

“But not you.”

“Excuse me? He’s been my friend since Second year.” Harry immediately scoffs and looks down at him, “yeah, right. Just like how Neville is totally friends with you and not because I am his dorm mate.”

“Excuse me!” Neville instantly steps in, “she is my friend, and not because of you, Harry.”

Harry pouts, “of course you are.”

(Y/n) does not understand why he is behaving like this; she assumes something awful must have happened as he has never behaved like this.

“Are you cursed?” She places her hand gently against his forehead as if his temperature will indicate.

“Nope, just me purely telling you you have no friends.”

“Oh,” she sighs, dropping her hand, and she pouts. Then her pout transforms into a smile, “well, this is just me purely telling you that the world doesn’t revolve around you and that you only have friends as you are famous, whereas it is because I am a good person.”

His mouth drops open.

Perhaps Harry is only messing with her.

“Plus, aren’t Hermione and Ron your only friends now.”“

At least I have friends you have none.”

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(Y/n) kicks the ground by the courtyard angrily.

At least she has been in a long and stable relationship and didn’t break up with him 'for his safety'.

What presumptuous bullshit, the wanker.

“What's wrong with you, love?” Draco gently wraps his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder.

As if on reflex, she sinks into him, sighing softly and resting her eyes. Draco hums happily, gently rubbing her sides and midsection with his hands.

“My brother said I have no friends.”

The boy freezes, and his lip curls into a snarl. “Bloody Potter.”

“I know,” she scoffs, “but it’s just brothers and sisters playing, you understand.” She shuts her eyes again, leaning further into him.

Despite after the war, he began to eat properly, building up his strength so he can now hold her upright, whereas if it was the previous year when he was stressed, he wouldn’t have had the mental or physical strength to do so.

She made sure to fatten him up.

“No, I don’t know.”

She opens her eyes and holds back a groan.

There’s a pause.

“I don’t want our children to be so lonely.”

She audibly gasps and stands straight.

(Y/n) turns around, and her hands fly to her mouth as she sees him down on one knee.”

“I never thought that I would propose like this...”

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The Hall audibly gasp as (Y/n) Potter walks into the Great Hall, hand-in-hand with Draco Malfoy, Blaise and Pansy alongside them, also hand-in-hand.

“Oh my god.” Hermione gasps.

“What?”

“Ron, Harry, I think she’s engaged.”

“What?” Harry shoots up, pulling his arm from Ginny.

“There it is, a ring I have most certainly seen on the hand of Narcissa Malfoy.

You can imagine what happened next.

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Surprisingly, they didn’t break up.

Now they know they are going to be together for a long time.

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#draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x muggle!reader #draco malfoy x potter!reader #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy x gryffindor reader #Harry Potter x reader #neville longbottom x reader #ron weasley x reader #dean thomas x reader #seamus finnegan x reader #Fred weasley x reader #draco malfoy x female reader #draco malfoy x you #george weasley x reader

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kayesfictioncharactershusbands · 3 years

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Prompts

I’m going to add more in the future so here is my prompts!

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#1. “You’re joking, right?”

#2. “I’m gonna murder you!”

#3. “What?! I’m sorry, you’re gonna what?!”

#4. “Sweetie I love you but please, don’t.”

#4. “Great, why did I marry you again?”

#5. It’s in between, you or him you can’t choose really.”

#6. “I still don’t understand how we get here.”

#7. “ That’s a bit harsh.”

#8. “Oh, I just love to be late, you know.”

#9. “Cold hearted, bitch? No, I’m just this way.

#10. “Like father, like daughter darlings.”

#11. “Hey, that’s my boyfriend/ girlfriend/brother/ sister you’re talking about!”

#12. “ I’m just lucky to be alive.”

#13. “Turn it off! Or you’ll get it!”

#14. “I’m stuck with you, and I don’t know if I’m gonna be happy or annoyed by it.”

#15. “I’m gonna tell you how stupid that is again, aren’t I?”

#16. “I’m not spoiled. I just get what I want.”

#17. “No, it doesn’t make sense.”

#18. “Love me or hate me, you’re stuck with me.”

#19. “At this point onward we’re just jinxing all of our plans.”

#20. “Wha - you’re not doing that!”

#21. “A beautiful disaster.”

#22. “You and _ are both similar, and you don’t see that?”

#23. “Wait, you can’t swim?”

#24. “I’m not entirely cruel, or cold hearted. We just need to prove ourselves to our parents.”

#25. “We are not our parents, you guys.”

#26. “I could kiss you right now.”

#27 “Hating me won’t solve anything.”

#28. “Look at me and try not to say something that won’t hurt me.”

#29. “Fuck it! If were gonna die, then we are.

#30. “No, I am not using sarcasm as my weapon. Yes, I am using it as a weapon.”

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moony-artnstuff · 3 years

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Hey hun! I saw you liking my Harry Potter works and reblogs, and I'm so so glad you liked them! I've been getting really into Harry Potter lately and want to write for it more, but I'm kinda stumped on who to write about. So, I figured I'd ask you a question if that's fine by you.

My two biggest HP Crushes (aside from Remus) are Cedric Diggory and Seamus Finnigan. You might know Seamus as that irish kid who was always blowing stuff up in the movies.

I was wondering who you'd ship me with, out of the two. I figured that'd make deciding a bit more fun and motivate me to write.

For you personally, I'd totally ship you with Remus Lupin. You two seem like you'd be such a cute match, reading and vibing together - I can see you as a fellow professor honeslty. Either that or Charlie Weasley. I hope life's treating you well hun, and remember to drink water and that I love you!!

Hello hun! Here are the matchups (finally!). I'm sorry it took so long, I had a very busy week, but I hope you enjoy them!

Cedric Diggory

The local sophisticated gremlin witch with the popular pretty boy? I think yes!

I can totally see you as being good friends with Hagrid and helping him take care of his creatures in the dark forest, and being known to do readings for people ever since you learned how to work with tarot cards somewhere in your first or second year.

This is how Cedric first learned about you. He would always notice you in the hallways and (secretly) listen in when he heard someone talk about you and the new spells you’d been working on.

Cedric is a good student, which means he studies a lot, and 8 out of 10 times when he is in the library you are there too. Cedric would watch you from the corner of his eye, intrigued by whatever it is that you’re learning about. After a few weeks of him looking at you from a distance he finally gathers the courage to talk to you. He asks about what it is you're studying and he’d listen with great interest as you tell him about how you’re learning to weave magic into quilts.

After that the two of you meeting up in the library becomes a common occurrence. You help each other with your studies, but also with your personal interests in magic. After a while Cedric would invite you to come watch him during his quidditch plays, and he would be so happy whenever you’d show up, trying extra hard to catch the snitch.

During your third year, after the match where Harry falls off his broom because of the dementors and Cedric catches the golden snitch, he requests a rematch because he believed it to be an unfair one, but Oliver Wood says he won fair and square and leaves it at that. You comfort Cedric when he tells you that he feels like he cheated, that he worries about Harry and that it was not fair to the Gryffindors that they lost because of the bloody dementors. You tell him that he is not a cheater and that he won because he was faster. You ease his worries about Harry by saying that he is in the capable hands of madam Pomfrey and that the dementors were out of anyone’s control.

He writes to you over the summer; about his parents and his friends, about a new book he just read that he thought you might enjoy, about movies that the two of you have watched, anything really. During this time you become closer, and when you see each other again at Hogwarts the two of you have become very close friends (and maybe even more).

You are both happy and proud of him for being the Hogwarts champion, but also extremely worried. You help him prepare for the tasks; coming up with the best ways to defeat the dragon, finding the best spells to breathe underwater. It was also you who figured out that the message in the golden egg was about the mermaids in the black lake.

The two of you are just such a cute couple. You’re pretty much the only person Cedric becomes shy around, and with your broad variety in hobbies and interests you teach him so much and he loves you for it.

Seamus Finnigan

The local sophisticated gremlin witch with the cute explosion boy? I’m saying hell yes!!

The two of you hit it off immediately in your first year, your chaotic energies combining into a force that even Fred and George have to reckon with sometimes.

Seamus is by no means an incompetent wizard, but explosions while performing magic do tend to happen with him. That in combination with your curiosity and desire to experiment with magic has made for some… interesting results.

Seamus quickly introduces you to his best friend Dean, and the three of you can often be seen hanging out together. It doesn’t take long for Dean to find out about Seamus’ growing crush on you, and he teases his friend relentlessly about it; giving him teasing looks, making him bump into you, sometimes even hinting at his crush when talking to you which turns Seamus into a flustered mess.

When your class goes to Hogsmeade in third year, it was kinda like a first date for you and Seamus. Both of you had growing feelings for each other, though neither of you had confessed yet (to the great amusement but also frustration of Dean), and although neither of you had planned it the two of you ended visiting the shops and wandering through the town by yourselves, talking about anything and everything, like the muggle things you wished were there with you at Hogwarts, for example your favorite movies.

It’s during your fourth year that you finally become a couple. Seamus wanted to ask you out to the yule ball, but he was so nervous that he chickened out at the last moment every time he tried. He kept worrying about if you’d say no, if you’d still be friends if that happened, if you would laugh at him if he asked, etc. It was only when Dean, who was tired of his rambling, threatened to ask you out (as friends) if Seamus didn’t do it, and that got him running all the way up the astronomy tower to ask if you wanted to be his date for the yule ball (and of course you said yes).

And what a date it was.

Seamus was so excited, holy shit, this was gonna be the greatest night of his life-- Dean stop laughing!! (Dean was so happy for the two of you though, and also relieved. I mean this guy had to deal with your unconfessed feelings for four years).

And then in the great hall, when he sees you walking down the stairs wearing a (-your yule ball outfit-) his first coherent thought is; ‘I want to marry this person’ (This might just be me, but I can see Seamus being a bit of a romantic. Not overly mushy, but a romantic nonetheless.)

You spend the first half of the night dancing and laughing and singing to the music, having the time of your lives both on the dancefloor and next to the table holding all the drinks and snacks. When all the noise and the socializing became too overwhelming for you though, the two of you went to wander the decorated halls of Hogwarts, talking and giggling about the silliest things.

It’s when you arrive outside in one of the gardens and it begins to snow that he asks your to be his girlfriend, and he feels like the happiest guy alive when you say yes.

#matchup #harry potter #harry potter x reader #seamus finnegan x reader #seamus finnigan #cedric diggory #cedric diggory x reader

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slaymybreathaway · 9 months

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WASTELAND, BABY! 📼

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Chapter List

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This story is named after the album Wasteland, Baby! by Hozier.

In the world of this fic, Hozier was a wizard who's music was released in the 1990s (bc I said so, lol)

Every other song/musical artist that I mention in this fic will be true to the timeline of the Harry Potter series.

You can find this playlist on my Spotify: ☆Mixtape☆ by NaoiseWasHere

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☆Neville's Mixtape☆

SIDE A

▪︎ Wasteland, Baby! - Hozier

▪︎ The Whole of The Moon - The Waterboys

▪︎ Dreams - The Cranberries

▪︎ Hello It's Me - Tod Rundgren

▪︎I Wanna Be Adored - The Stone Roses

SIDE B

︎▪︎ Would That I - Hozier

▪︎ Ticket To Ride - The Beatles

▪︎ Dancing In The Moonlight - Thin Lizzy

▪︎ She's Always A Woman - Billy Joel

▪︎ Heroes - David Bowie

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al-longbottom · 3 years

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Poly Seamus and Oliver

What a poly relationship with Seamus and Oliver would include:

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- Seamus has a lot of dry humor, and sometimes it's hard to tell if he's joking or serious if you don't know him very well. Especially if you're Oliver Wood, who is completely oblivious to the world around him unless it has something to do with quidditch. So, Seamus will probably be making a lot of sarcastic, dry comments that go right over Oliver's head.

- Eventually Oliver will start to hear the difference but he is still unsure so he'll flat out ask. "You ready for potions next, Y/N. I'm personally quite excited." "... Was that sarcasm, Sea?" "No, Ollie, I'm in love with Snape didn't Y/N tell you?" Of course, Seamus responds with more sarcasm and poor Ollie is left to decipher if the second statement sounds possible enough for him to actually be serious, or ask for your professional opinion.

- "Is... is he really in love with Snape, Y/N?" "Well, what do you think Ollie?" "Well I think he sounded quite serious." "Well, then it sounds to me like he's in love with Snape." "Bloody well knows how to pick 'em, aye?" "Be careful with the insults you're throwing around, Ollie. Remember we're his partners which means he picked us too." "So exactly as I was sayin', Y/N- Ow! You didn't need to hit me that hard did you?" "It was just your arm, you'll survive." "Right, and I'm the keeper. That's my keeper arm!" "There is no such thing as a keeper arm!"

- Seamus convincing you to wear face makeup and go all out for every one of Oliver's games, something of course Oliver very much appreciates. Of course, it's Dean who did all the painting. Seamus would somehow manage to blow up the paints if he tried.

- Oliver and Seamus arguing over whether Scotland or Irish are better, and you chiming in with "I think both accents are just as cute.." to get their attention. They both stop mid argument and turn to look at you, lounging nearby on a couch or bed, and then they look back at each other, and before you can blink they've pounced on you and began showering you in kisses as they whisper sweet things in your ears.

- Oliver rambling on for hours and hours about quidditch and Seamus just sitting there, listening and chiming in every once in a while.

- Dean would be around a lot. Obviously, he knows when not to be around and is respectful about it, but Oliver is aware that when he started dating you and Seamus, Dean was a part of that package, romantic or not.

- Seamus would get jealous very easily. Oliver would get jealous too, but he probably wouldn't even realize there was a reason to be jealous until he noticed Seamus' reaction. Unless of course the person was very obviously flirting with you then he would step in on his own: walking up behind you to wrap an arm around your waist and pull you into his side. "So. Who's this then, Y/N?"

- You and Seamus started dating because you were friends with Neville, and then you met Oliver through Harry. And then Seamus met Oliver, and all three of you bonded and then eventually Seamus and you asked Oliver to join you two.

--- Side note, this dynamic is now my favorite 🙃

#seamus finnegan #oliver wood #oliver wood x reader #seamus finnegan x reader #poly #poly seamus finnegan #poly oliver wood #hp imagine #harry potter imagine #fluff #oliver wood x seamus finnegan #seamus finnegan x oliver wood

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hp-hcs · 8 months

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(Fine, I’ll do it my damn self: part 3 of my silly lil mlm stories <3)

Slytherin Twin — draco malfoy x male! slytherin! weasley! reader x harry potter

tws: umbridge’s blood quill, maybe like a pinch of homophobia?

i need more representation of slytherins who enjoy care of magical creatures goddamnit

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“Ronald Weasley.”

“GRYFFINDOR!”

“Y/N Weasley.”

Oh, no. Minerva McGonagall does not get paid enough to deal with another set of Weasley twins.

“SLYTHERIN!”

Maybe I should retire, Minerva thinks faintly.

You don’t seem to mind at all that the Great Hall is dead silent as you skip towards the Slytherin table, your brothers watching in a mix of shock, fascination, resignation, and abject horror.

You plop down right next to Draco Malfoy, grinning widely at him before waving cheerily towards some of the older students who are struggling to hold back their unabashed glee.

“A Weasley in Slytherin? I thought your entire family was made up of idioticly naïve fools,” Malfoy sneers sharply, a look of contempt rising on his smug face.

“Draco Malfoy in Slytherin? How much did your family have to pay to ensure you got in?” you reply with a sweet smile on your face. The older students stare in awe at the Weasley who just left a Malfoy speechless.

Much to their surprise, however, Draco’s face broke out into a grin. “So you do belong here. Very well then, Weasley. Lovely to make your acquaintance.”

“Likewise, Malfoy.”

~~~

“‘The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Enemies of the heir beware.’ What does that even mean?”

“D’you still think it’s about Potter?” you ask around a mouthful of toast. “Cause I think you might’ve been wrong ‘bout him, Dray.”

“Potter is a spoiled prat, Y/N. Just because he’s the Chosen One, he thinks he’s so special-”

“My brothers broke him out of his uncle’s house over the summer. They’d put bars on his window and starved him.”

Draco stops his tirade about Potter, looking positively bewildered. “What?”

~~~

As you were leaving the library, you bumped into Hermione Granger, your brother’s girlfriend friend.

“Sorry,” you mutter, continuing on your way. You don’t look back, so you never see the dawning look of realization once Granger unfolds the torn-out page you’d shoved into her hand.

~~~

Harry Potter opens the Gryffindor portrait at your hesitant knocking. “Oh- Y/N, right? Ron’s brother?”

You nod uncertainly. “Yeah, um… I just wanted to say that I’m real sorry about Buckbeak. Malfoy’s a git, you know.”

Harry nods slowly. “Yeah. Isn’t he like, your best friend though?”

“Like you’ve never thought of Ronnie as a git too, Potter.”

He grins and holds the portrait open for you. “Here- welcome to the common room, I guess.”

You look around, unimpressed. “My eyes are bleeding.”

Smoothing out your Slytherin sweater, you continue, “Like, this is almost as bad as Ron’s Chudley Cannons shrine-bedroom.”

A unfamiliar scowling face looks up from the couch, glaring daggers at you. “Oi, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be fawning over your Slytherin prince?”

“Hey, leave him alone, Finnegan!” Ron snaps, appearing at the bottom of the stairwell to his dorm. “I swear to Merlin, you are such a prat.”

Ignoring your brother, you raise your hands up in mock surrender, smiling patronizingly at Seamus. “Hey, no hard feelings, leprechaun. I’m just here to apologize on Dray’s behalf.”

“On Dray’s behalf,” Cormac McLaggen mocks in a high-pitched voice. “Oh, Dray!”

A few girls next to him titter with laughter.

“Malfoy your boyfriend or something, Weasley?” McLaggen spits your name like it were a curse.

“Oh, indeed,” you deadpan. “You’re invited to the wedding. Won’t you be my best man, please?”

“If you’re just here to make fun of us, maybe you ought’a leave,” Seamus butts in again.

“Whatever. Anyways, Potter, I found a couple of books in the library about the Ministry’s statutes, and I bookmarked a few pages about the fascinating Release of Liability contracts that Hogwarts students’ guardians have to sign at the beginning of every school year,” you look down at your nails, feigning disinterest. “But if you’re not interested, then I’ll be off. Wouldn’t want to overstay my welcome.”

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“Y/N, here,” Pansy Parkinson said with a look of poorly-contained glee, gently setting a pure white ferret into your hands. “It’s Draco’s, and you’re in charge of ferret-sitting for the foreseeable future. Have fun!”

Blaise just slowly shakes his head and mouths I’m so sorry in your direction as Pansy drags him off, laughing mirthfully. You blink, glancing down at the tiny animal who is currently glaring at you. Draco’s indeed, you think to yourself.

“Heya, little guy. It’s snowing pretty hard outside, are you fine riding in my pocket until I get to my next class?”

You hold open the deep pocket of your robe with your free hand, the ferret immediately leaping inside. You waited as it got settled, its tiny paws and head peeking out.

Satisfied, you start your walk across the school grounds, taking a much longer path than usual to avoid your older brothers, who had been giggling to each other far too much this morning for your comfort.

You chatter to the little rodent in your pocket, about everything from the Divination test you failed this morning to the fantastic cherry tart your mother makes every Yule. Before long, you arrive and climb up the stone steps, knocking on the heavy wood door and tucking your hands into your armpits to keep warm.

The door opens, revealing the half-giant groundskeeper who smiles happily at you.

“Y/N! I jus’ put on a kettle of tea, now. Glad y’made it, lad.”

As he ushers you into the warm, inviting hut, the ferret in your pocket squeaks at the sight of the large dog asleep by the fire.

You giggle, pulling the ferret out and setting it on the arm of your chair, gladly taking the warm teacup offered to you. “Mr. Hagrid, sir. My friend Pansy just kind of gave me this little guy out of nowhere and told me I was on indefinite ferret-sitting duty.”

Hagrid sits forward in his chair, setting down his delicate china teacup that looks rather out of place in his large hand, and squints at the ferret.

“Tha’s transfigured, that is,” Hagrid grunts. “Not a ferret.”

“I figured,” you shrug. “Ten galleons says it’s Malfoy.”

The ferret squeaks indignantly.

Hagrid chuckles. “If it is y’, Malfoy, I right like you better like this.”

You reach out to scratch the top of Malfoy (Ferret?) Blondie’s head. “So can you turn him back, Mr. Hagrid?”

“‘Fraid not, with no wand,” he taps his fingers on his teacup, making a steady clink clink clink sound. “Ah! But our mutual friend should be dropping by shortly, yeah?”

His sentence is punctuated by the well-timed FWOOSH of a flooed-in visitor.

“Heya, Harry! Draco’s a ferret now.”

“He wasn’t already?”

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“My father will hear about this!”

“I’m sure he will, Dray, I’m sure he will,” you deadpan, wincing at the sting of Murtlap Essence on the back of your hand.

He mumbles a quiet apology, already rewrapping Harry’s hand in fresh bandages.

If you had told any Hogwarts student five years ago that one day, Harry Potter and Y/N Weasley would be sitting on the dusty floor of Filch’s dingy custodial closet, having their self-inflicted ‘detentions’ healed and wrapped by Draco Malfoy, they would’ve laughed in your face.

Despite that, the perplexing triad found solace in each others’ presence. No words left needing to be said.

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Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. — Mary Oliver, “Wild Geese”

#harry potter #draco malfoy #maybe drarry? i don’t actually know #ferret draco #draco x reader #harry x reader #hp x male reader #x male reader #these bitches gay good for them #fuck jkr #mary oliver

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archivesofthevoid · 3 years

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How the boys act when they're jealous/what they would do:

Here's some headcanons of how I think some of the hp boys would react to you being flirted with. This was made when I was very tired so apologies in advance??

Warning: Slight nsfw ahead!

Harry: Harry would stay silent but make it obvious by his body language that he's upset. He'd roll his eyes or give short and blunt responses until you literally have to GO to him to ask what's wrong. He doesn't outright say so you sort of have to pry it out of him but you bet your ass he gets a bit clingy afterwards.

Ron: Now, as a boy who always became last to his older brothers and even second place to the chosen one, it was very easy for this man to get jealous when your attention is on any man other than him. Not in a toxic way, but sometimes he gets a bit insecure with these things. Normally when he's jealous he storms off without a word - and most of the time you notice and chase after him. Once you get him alone, you have to argue a little to get him to admit he was jealous but not before a heavy makeout session and a few hickeys here and there where he can show you off to say "back off fuckers, this one's mine."

Draco: Dead silent. It's almost downright terrifying. He will grab you by your arm and drag you off to his or your dorm. He would rather die than admit aloud that he was jealous but the hickeys covering your neck, jaw, and chest followed by your messed up shirt make up for it. If you've really pissed him off, he's going to want you to make it up to him then and there.

Neville: Before he got his confidence, he would be on stand by and watch others flirt with you as he desperately tried to leave with you but to no avail did it work. Later on you would notice how sad he was and ask him what's wrong and he'd mumble it shyly that he didn't like how the others were flirting with you. You make it up to him by covering him in kisses and getting him all flustered. When he gains his confidence, he won't hesitate to grab you and swiftly kiss you on the lips before telling the others to back off. Needless to say it works.

George: This man isn't as bold as his twin, but if he sees someone flirting with you and he doesn't like it, he will grab you and throw you over his shoulder. He will not hesitate to smack your ass too and then flip off the others as he's leaving, with you kicking and screaming for him to put you down. He doesn't, not until you both reach his dorm. He then forces you into cuddles until he feels better or passes out. Maybe a makeout session too which leaves you hot and bothered before this mf goes to sleep.

Fred: This man. Oh this man. He will straight up make out with you in FRONT OF EVERYONE. Make you moan and whimper a little too just to show off. He gets such a hard on knowing he's the only one that can make you do that. He'll make out with you until whoever was flirting with you backs off and then he'll stop. That of course leaves you begging for more as you try to tug on his shirt. In which he just ignores you with the biggest grin on his face.

Dean: Will glare at the person until they get uncomfortable and leave. Then when you ask why they left, he will just shrug and ask if you want to go cuddle or do some couples activity. You always agree though, since you'd rather spend your time with Dean anyway.

Seamus: Ngl, probably would start cursing at them or insulting them so much that his accent pours in so much that the other person can't understand him. Meanwhile you're either laughing your ass off or trying to calm Seamus down. If the person doesn't run just by the insults, then they might get a black eye <3

Cedric: He's pretty cool about it. He doesn't show that he's jealous but whenever you aren't looking, will not hesitate to throw a dirty comment the other's way. He just tells the other person how good he makes you feel and how that person could never compare. But then he follows up with, "you can try to tell others I told you this, but they'll never believe you." Before the person runs off in horror. Gotta keep up that head boy reputation right?

#harry potter x reader #george weasley x reader #fred weasley x reader #neville longbottom x reader #draco malfoy x reader #ron weasley x reader #dean thomas x reader #seamus finnegan x reader #cedric diggory x reader

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