#Fleur delacour smut

[ghostoflinny]

Interrupting (Fleur Delacour x Nymphadora Tonks)

“If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god.” Fleur’s face is scrunched up in annoyance as she looks at Tonks.

A grin spreads itself across Tonk’s face. “Or what, Delacour? You’re going to tell on me? You’re going to run to the big boss and tell him that I’m being a bad auror? You’re going to–”

Tonks is taken by surprise when Fleur pushes her up against the wall behind them. 

“Shut the fuck up,” she hisses and Tonks can’t help but marvel at the absolute beauty that is Fleur Delacour, even when she’s angry. Maybe she’s even more beautiful when she’s angry. 

“Make me,” is the simple answer that Tonks gives.

She had expected Fleur to throw another fit or to just walk away. To actually go back to their headquarters and tell the Minister of Magic that she can’t do this anymore. That she’s going back to France and that she won’t be working this case anymore.

What she didn’t expect was Delacour to push her down on the bed in the hotel room they are in and climb on top of her. Her lips pressed fiercely against Tonks’, engaging in a hard and passionate kiss. Her hands tugging on the short ends of their now fiery red hair, until it lowkey hurt but merlin, did it turn Tonks on. 

Before they knew it, they had let their hands slide underneath Fleur’s shirt. Their kiss briefly broke when she threw it across the room. They pull themselves up into a sitting position as they look down at Fleur’s exposed chest. Her breasts pushed up into a bra that they eagerly unclasp. Fleur bites her bottom lip when she is exposed to Tonks. 

“Like what you see?” Fleur remarks, a cocky smirk on her face. 

The smirk that drives Tonks up the wall and she’d do anything to wipe that smile off her face, but it also awakened an arousal in them that they have never experienced before. 

They moan quietly as they let their hands cup her breasts, kneading them and taking one of her nipples into her mouth. Fleur throws back her head, her hands in Tonk’s hair again as she pulls her in harder. 

Fleur pressed them down on the mattress, swiftly removing all of Tonk’s other clothes. Fleur’s hands and lips are all over their body. 

After a while Tonks looks up, a smirk on their face. “Still want to tell on me?”

“Stop talking for the love of god.” She snarls, taking their jaw in her hand, forcing them to look up at her as she lets her other hand travel down to the heat between their legs. Tonks can’t help but gasp in pleasure. 

She lowers her lips down to Tonk’s ear, whispering. “The only thing I want to hear roll off your lips is my name.”

#smut #short smut drabbles #fleur delacour x nymphadora tonks #flonks #fleur delacour #nymphadora tonks #fleur delacour x nymphadora tonks smut #flonks smut #fleur delacour smut #nymphadora tonks smut

[delacoursshp]

"3…2..1.. DIVE!"

cedric diggory x fem mermaid reader

- use of y/n, reader is in slytherin AND IS A MERMAIDDD, reader is independent, cedric is your cheesy lover, triwizard cup (2nd task) drama, you almost being caught as a mermaid

warnings: nothing

i write quick stories, but dis one felt a tiny lil longer than usual so enjoy😋

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the bell rang. you were so glad to be out of ms trelawneys lesson. she was such an oaf, with her ''ooohh i see potentional murder ahead!" or her 'aahh i see much death in your future!'. like, honestly!

not that trelawneys sayings would've been a surprise; half-blood mermaids were very rare and often seen as demons. and funny enough, you were one of them.

you made your way down the stairs to study in the library.you avoided pansy parkinson and her little group, as they always put themselves in drama and you were never up for that.

once arrived, you yanked about 5 books from a shelf and then seated yourself at a table next to a big window.

you began reading. first book, second book, third book-

ding!

19.00.

you closed the books quickly, put them back and then rushed so fast out of the library, making people turn their heads.you went upstairs, third floor, to the prefects bathroom, then muttered something that sounded like 'pine-fresh' and the painting swept forwards and you quickly stepped in.

there was nobody, as expected, except for the mermaid on the painting onto the wall. you waved politely and she waved back excitedly, looking as if she had missed you really much. you undressed, leaving yourself completely naked, then stepped into the pool.

after what felt like 10 minutes you felt your body heat up, your toes clench really hard, and your breathing quickened. the double eyelids formed onto your face.

what used to be your legs had now shaped into a long dark green, grey-ish shiny tail. your skin turned a little grey too, and your nails extended in length. your iris had become bloodred of colour, and your black pupils dilated until there was just a thin red line around the black dot. you sighed as all the changes finished, and relaxed.

about 50 seconds later, you heard the prefects bathroom opening open. it was him.

you looked up, hoping it was him and not someone else. the painting creaked and there you saw the tall, fit, brunette figure walk through.

"cedric." you whispered in happiness. he smiled at you before sprinting and hastily jumping into the pool.

you squeaked. "cedric!" he laughed, shaking the water off his hair and swam towards you. "well, hello beautiful." he smirked, eyeing your sea creature body. your breasts were practically naked, except for the shell symbols spread around your areola.

"ced. your clothes are wet." you said sarcastically, staring up into his eyes while his arm rests around your shoulder.

"doesn't matter, love. how've you been? mind helping me with the triwizard cup? i think it has something to do with, you know, your kind. i heard sirens when i opened that egg. anyways, i hope they wo-"

you admired him as he kept talking about the upcoming triwizard task. you were so lucky to have him, he never judged you on being a mermaid. of course, he's also the only one that knows about it.

your deadly- (but oddly attractive to cedric) -eyes were caught by cedric as he finished the topic. he stared at you, and if looks could kill, you'd definitely been dead. you leaned your body onto him, resting your head on his shoulder.

"i don't know what i would do without you, cedric." you spoke softly. cedric chuckled.

"well, luckily that's something you don't ever have to worry about."

"promise?" you whispered, stroking his arm with your dainty hands.

"promise."

the mermaid in the painting clasped her hands onto her mouth, and her watery eyes blinked dramatically. she wiped them with a piece of seaweed.

cedrics hand that wasn't at your shoulder, trailed down your tail and felt at the texture.

he was mesmerized. he'd seen your mermaid self once before, from afar. now that he sees it up close, it's so much prettier.

you smiled softly, exhausted from reading so long before. you glanced at the mermaid, who winked back at you.

"i love you." cedric suddenly said, what made you turn your head immediately.

"i love you, cedric" you said back, not breaking eyecontact.

"good. fish babies!" he joked.

you giggled and sat yourself sideways onto his lap. your tail flicked up and down in excitement, making the water splash. cedric grinned at your actions. then you locked lips with him, drowning in his taste.

if only this moment would never end.

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[CEDRICS POV)

it was the day of the second task. i was really nervous, but i prepared my bubble charm so everything should be fine.

bagman went on and on about this and that. to be fair, i wasn't listening. i was watching the lake before me, swinging my arms unpatiently.

"okay, enough chit-chatting! now, are we ready, best contestants?"

bloody right i was ready.

"3...2..1.. DIVE!"

an enormous splash erupted from the lake, onto the murmuring crowd. i swam and swam all the way down, trying to find what i was searching for. i didn't know exactly what. i just knew it would be guarded by mermen.

many minutes passed, and i saw 4 vague figures. i swam a little closer, and saw the four figures clearer. they were all tied up, cornered by merpeople.

one of them was a girl with rather bushy hair, next to her a boy with hair so red it looked like fire was burning in the lake, and next to him was a little girl, and right next to her was-

oh no. this couldn't be.

i frowned my eyebrows and my mouth dropped in fear. y/n.

the fact that it was y/n tied up, wasn't the worst thing. it was that her tail showed. a mermaid transformation took about 10 minutes, right? so whoever put her here must have done it quick! or else she would've been killed by them already.. if anyone up there sees she is a mermaid, things could get disgusting.

i examined her unconscious face, searching for any wounds. it was rather hard, curse the bubble charm for blurring my view.

i grabbed a knife i brought just in case from my pocket, and cut the ropes around her wrists. i carried her heavy figure up the water fast, as i felt like time was running out. our heads popped out, and y/ns eyes opened slowly. the first thing she saw was my face. then she looked around, very confused. she saw the water floating around her, and it looked like she was about to faint.

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[YOUR POV]

what? what is going on? you felt fear, anger, and confusion rise up within you. please let this be a nightmare, you thought.

a soaked cedric with a bubble around his head was looking at you, worryingly. when you wanted to say something, but it came out as a whimper, he shushed you. "shh, it's okay, leave everything up to me right now, okay?" he whispered.

"and we have our first contestant up! cedric diggory!". the gryffindors, hufflepuffs, ravenclaws and a few beauxbatons cheered loudly. some looked confused at your slightly new appearance; your grey skin & red eyes weren't hidden. cedric tried to hide you from the crowd.

he grinned at them so nobody would find it off, and then swam to dumbledore with you, both of your bodies underwater, except for your heads.

"sir, she- she's.." cedric tried to make up an excuse to make sure your body stayed beneath the surface. you looked at him, terrified.

dumbledore smiled. "it's okay, boy. i'm not stupid, you know. show her to me."

cedric hesitated, but you nodded, after all, he was the headmaster. what choice did cedric or you have?

you shyly turned around, horrified to see his reaction, but dumbledore kept his same expression. "ah. and so i was right." he said, his eyes twinkling.

you frowned your eyebrows in surprise, looked at cedric, and saw that he was doing the same. "your bubble still functions well, i'm assuming? 2 hours they work, yes?"dumbledore said.

"uuh, yes, sir." cedric said. "turn around, dive, go north, then west, you'll find a cave, go through there and leave the rest up to me."

you and cedric looked at eachother in both relief and confusion, then cedric nodded.-you swam forward, cedric holding onto your hand. a smile crept up your face, as he struggled to keep up with you.

"keep up, tough boy." you mouthed, feeling a little less worried then before.he just chuckled nervously at you. the moment of it was almost romantic, if to ignore the context. you felt a sense of joy, being in your other home, together with someone you wanna spend your entire life with.

hopefully, the next task would be a lot less terrifying.

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idk idk idkk. i don't rlly like this ☹️ but!! i felt like i wrote the task scene okay, right? 😝 anyways, hope u enjoyed!

- @delacoursshp

#cedric diggory #fred weasley x reader #harry potter #harry potter smut #harry potter fic #cedric diggory smut #cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory fluff #ron weasley #luna lovegood #neville longbottom #romione #draco malfoy #pansy parkinson #viktor krum #fleur delacour #hogwarts #slytherin #wizarding world #hp fandom

[unwoundcorridors]

prompt #30: relief

pairing: fleur/hermione word count: 758

rating: explicit (sexual content)

author's note: this follows prompt #26 (bunny).

❈ written for @sapphicmicrofics ❈

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Her thrall wrapped around Hermione, Fleur rolled her hips while her girlfriend’s tongue licked up the length of her, fingers spreading her open just above her clit. When Hermione’s fingertip lightly grazed the hardened nub, Fleur whined, pushing closer as she lifted her hips, wordlessly begging for more friction and pressure. She’d learned long ago to rein her thrall in, keep it from affecting—or rather, overwhelming—her partners, but sometimes it still bucked against her, straining for dominance, to tug people toward fulfilling her desires as soon as possible.

It was as if the thrall didn’t understand how alluring it was to instead have her desires denied at times, or at least postponed. And so she pulled back her thrall from her lover, her eyelids heavy as she peered down her bare, heaving chest, finding Hermione’s brown eyes overblown by black, her chin wet with Fleur’s liquid arousal. Hermione smiled at her, dragging her tongue over her lower lip before dipping her head back down, wrenching a strangled sob from Fleur as her tongue ran over and in between her inner folds, yet never breached her entrance.

“You are such a tease,” Fleur managed to pant out through the thick haze developing in her mind that she knew would soon render her incapable of voicing any intelligible thought.

Hermione’s resulting answer came in the form of a low hum that had Fleur’s fingers gripping the bedsheets for dear life, as if someone were trying to jerk her off the mattress entirely. She threw her head back, swearing in her native tongue before she was reduced to breathy moans and needy whimpers, as Hermione finally massaged her clit with the soft pad of a finger and her tongue entered into wet heat, drawing the fire in Fleur’s lower belly to a fever pitch. They weren’t anywhere special, per se, nor anyway new, yet something about being here, in the bed they slept in together almost every night now—was so domestic that it made Fleur ache and throb in a way that fucking on top of the bathroom countertop couldn’t.

While Ginny had been correct in that she and Hermione had been fucking like rabbits, there was so much more to it than simply fucking. They were in the process of learning how to love each other, how to do more than simply bring one another to the heights of pleasure; they were revealing themselves piece by piece and finding how their pieces fit together. Such was how Fleur knew it was time now to bring her thrall back into gentle play, lapping at the edges of Hermione’s being, ebbing and flowing, bringing Hermione’s arousal to the forefront again, even though Fleur had only just brought her to a shattering orgasm a few minutes earlier.

Yet she knew Hermione enjoyed having to focus on pleasuring Fleur while her own sex throbbed unattended once again, and Fleur found that she experienced a fresh wave of arousal at the image of Hermione rubbing her thighs together while wetness seeped from the both of them—yet only Fleur received any sort of relief for the time being.

As Hermione artfully rolled and further pushed her tongue inside of her, Fleur undulated her hips, her hands flexing in their grip on the bedsheets. One of Hermione’s hands continued to press Fleur’s clit in circles, speeding up every few rotations, while the other caressed Fleur’s hipbone, her eyes every so often flicking up to watch as Fleur gradually, then all at once, lost control of her thrall when she came undone in a staggering orgasm that crashed through her.

Her toes curled and she cried out with a gasp as her climax shook her, the thrall bursting forth like a solar flare, and only as she began to come back down did she realise that it had brought Hermione through to orgasm as well, the other woman turned onto her side, actually breathlessly laughing through her own climax. When she tilted her head up to look at Fleur, her gaze was soft and her smile easy, her arm reaching up, fingers trailing over the curve of Fleur’s hip.

“That was… You’re astounding, Fleur,” Hermione breathed, and Fleur… she couldn’t even speak a word. Tears clouded her vision, the afterglow of it all settling inside of her bones, and Hermione practically climbed up her, wrapping her arms around Fleur and tugging her close. She didn’t say a word as this had happened before, only held Fleur as the thrall eased, bone-deep relief replacing need.

#whoops almost went to bed without posting this one here! #fleurmione #fleur delacour #hermione granger #sapphicmicrofics #this was my first time writing smut for this pairing

[keykeep]

Kinktober day 5: Sharing Is Caring - Bill Weasley and Fleur Delacour

Warnings:threesome,male masturbation,female masturbation ,sex, face sitting.

You and Fleur share an apartment. You had met her at Beauxbatons. She was your dorm mate and best friend throughout school. As you grew older and your hormones heightened,you expressed to Fleur one day that you were nervous to have your first kiss because of your inexperience due to going to an all girls school.

Her solution was to kiss you, soft and hesitant at first but that kiss was followed by another. Reciprocated by both parties, as they continued to practice they enjoyed experimenting and finding out what they did or didn’t like.

Fleur was your first everything, but you both knew that it was just fun and you weren’t each other’s ideal partners. But after school ended, she ended up working at Gringotts to learn English, but instead she met the hottest redhead coworker you had ever seen. Since then they had been happily dating. You were happy for them both you liked Bill Weasley he was tall with his long red hair, his earring and punk rock style.

It was the weekend and you had the apartment to yourself as Fleur and Bill went on a date. So you cleaned the apartment, it was a particular hot night so you were wearing as little as possible and polishing the silverware by hand. When the door opened and Fleur and Bill walked into the apartment.

“Oh, my love you’ve worked so hard, it looks great” Fleur said, you were stunned in place as you scrambled for a pillow to cover up your scantily clad body in front of the guest. “Don’t worry you look gorgeous” Fleur purred, “ I really like this outfit, it’s new isn’t it nice Bill?” She turned to her boyfriend as he eyed your figure walking around you as you stood embarrassed.

“Yeah you look great, I’ll be sure to remember this moment” your cheeks turned pink as you mumbled a thank you before you coughed speaking louder this time.

“You’re home early” you stated, “well, I was telling Bill all about school and I happened to mention that you and I were lovers” you turned to Bill defensively “ it was a long time ago, you have nothing to worry about”.

He chuckled, “ don’t worry she said we can share her for tonight, I mean if that’s okay with you” you shook your head trying to figure out what the oldest Weasley just said.

“Share her? Like as friends or what?”

Fleur kissed your neck running her hands over your body“ we both know we are way more than friends”.

You looked over at Bill, who had his erect cock in his hand stroking himself while watching you and Fleur.

This gave you some confidence to intertwine your fingers with Fleur’s pulling her closer as you kissed her with passion and desire. Her hand gripping your breasts through the fabric of your clothing and gave them nipples a light squeeze before unclipping your top and letting it fall to the ground.

You looked over at Bill, “don’t mind me. just enjoying the view” he said smugly.

You turned to Fleur pulling upwards on her shirt and unclipped her bra letting it fall to the ground as well. Your lips attached to fleurs breasts as you licked and sucked on her hard nipples as she moaned.

Fleur runs her finger along your slit as you moan in anticipation. She smiles at you as she sinks her finger inside of you before stroking your clit back and forth relishing in the wetness that has already formed.

Bill ran his fingers along Fleur matching her rhythm to you as you could hear her getting wetter.

You ran your hands down the hard ridges of bill’s toned body grabbing his shirt as you lifted it over his head discarding it onto the floor.

Fleur undid his pants and let them drop too. Standing their naked you took in the beautiful man as you raked your fingers over his body. Grabbing his cock and running your tongue around the crown of it while Fleur continued fingering you and Bill continued on her.

“Fuck, let’s take this to the bedroom” you breathlessly said as you lay down together side by side on Fleurs Queen bed.

Bill brings his head down closer to your throbbing clit. You feel a hot breath against your thighs and it makes you shiver. He opens his mouth and lets his tongue slide along the length of your slit.

You rock your hips to meet the motions of Bill's tongue. Looking at Fleur who has her boyfriend's cock lining it up at her clit and sliding onto him as her wetness begins to coat him as she rises and falls on his dick.

You feel a moan against your clit as you lean over kissing Fleur and palming her breasts through bounces. Your energy gets more intense as the passion is heightened.

The sound of Bills skin slapping against fleurs as he pounds her faster. Orgasm building and moans growing more frequent throughout the room.

You feel a intense build up as your cum spills out of you. Covering Bill who continues to suck up every drop. You move off Bill's face as Fleur moans as her orgasm fast approaches. You reach forward to massage her centre to the rhythm of bill and fleurs fucking.

You feel her quiver as her orgasm explodes at the same time as Bill. He pulls himself out of her. Dick covered in both Fleur and his cum. You take his cock in your hand as you bring your lips over him to hungrily suck and lick relishing on the taste of them together.

This was definitely not a one-time event.

#harry potter imagine #harry potter smut #hp fanfiction #hp smut #bill weasley #bill weasley x reader #bill weasley smut #fleur delacour #fleur x bill #fleur delacor smut #fleur x reader #kinktober #kinktober22 #kinktober 2022

[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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Fleur had not thought that she would spend her wedding night being questioned by the Ministry. Perhaps it was too optimistic or naïve of her to believe that her wedding day would be untouched by the war, but she had thought, they'll let us have this. Death Eaters have to get married, too. They will surely let us have this. How very wrong she had been.

They were all finally back at the Burrow, her and Bill and his family - her family now. How strange it seemed to long to call these people family for so long only for it now to feel odd to do so. She still felt like a guest her, though she supposed that wasn't entirely her fault. But if they were family now, she would care for them just as she did for her own parents and her sister.

Determination in her step, she lifted the hem of her dress and marched into the kitchen, leaving Bill to talk to his father. When she entered the kitchen, she found the twins talking quietly among themselves and Bill's mother scrubbing a plate with vigor. Molly didn't even notice her enter, but the twins' eyes were glued on her.

Ignoring them, she stepped up next to her new mother-in-law and gently laid a hand on her arm. "What can I do for you?" she asked. "What needs to be done?"

Molly blinked a few times as if just recognizing Fleur.

"Oh, dear," she muttered, her eyes filling with tears. "I am so sorry. Your wedding-"

"Was just as it should have been," Fleur said fiercely. "I would not change a thing."

Molly rung her hands together. "I had only hoped that we'd make it through the night." She gave her a watery smile as she glanced down at Fleur's dress. "You really were the most beautiful bride. And this dress is just . . . so breathtaking."

"You should consider her lucky then," George said.

"Yeah, Bill would have just ripped it off her," Fred added.

Both of them were grinning like fiends.

"I would have ripped what?"

"Nothing!" the twins said in unison.

Bill was scowling at them from the doorway, and normally it would not have been so intimidating, but since he had been mauled by Greyback, Bill's scowls had gotten much more stern.

"Oh, Bill!" Molly said before she burst out in tears and threw herself at her eldest son, mummering apologies about his wedding.

"Good job, Bill," Fred said.

"Yeah, you made her cry," George added.

"Shut up," he hissed before guiding his mother out of the kitchen and into the living room.

Fleur turned her eyes on the twins. "I saw you two with my cousins."

"No idea what you're talking about," Fred said, picking at his nails.

"Not a clue," George said. "We were with Harry all night."

How convenient for them that Harry was now gone.

"Well, you might want to know that both have boyfriends," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. They, in fact, did not have boyfriends, but neither of the twins needed to know that. "Both from Bulgaria. You might have known that if you had spoken with them instead of sneaking into dark corners with them all night."

The twins' eyes had gone comically wide.

"Excuse us," Fred said, standing quickly. "We've business to attend to."

"Have fun having your bodice ripped," George said cheekily as they exited the room.

Fleur rolled her eyes though she couldn't help but find them amusing. They were the first members of Bill's family she had meant after they were dating, and she had a soft spot for them.

Bill returned shortly after they left. Without saying a word, he swept her up into his arms, dropping his forehead against her own.

"I'm so sorry, Fleur," he said. "I wanted this day to be perfect."

"Do not apologize," she said fiercely. "It is not your fault. It is not your family's fault. You did not do this."

"I love you," Bill murmured. "I love you so much. Je t'aime, je t'aime."

He always did that. Whenever he said he loved her in her language, he repeated himself, as if he could never say it enough. Like he loved saying it as much as he loved her. His calloused hands slid up to cup her face, and she turned her head to kiss one then the other.

"Je t'aime aussi," she said.

"Dad's taking care of mum," he said. "Do you want to go home? We can stay here if you want, but-"

"Oui," she said quickly. "I want to go our home."

Bill smiled and slipped his hand into his pocket. His other hand slid down to grasp her waist, pulling her snuggly against him, and then she was being twisted and tugged through a tight tunnel. They landed in the sand - the lawn really - of their new home.

Shell Cottage was where Bill proposed to her, and where he would take her when he wanted a moment away from his family and his mother's hawk-like eyes. Fleur always found it rather comical that they were already fucking in a house that they were supposed to live in when they were married.

"Do you want me to carry you over the threshold?" he asked, a bit of his old self returning with the glimmer in his eye.

Fleur just rolled her eyes and opened the front door herself and marched in. It was not as if she had never been here before. Bill followed her, dunking to get in the doorway. His hair was still tied back, though a few stands had managed to escape his low ponytail. They framed his face beautifully, the bright red of his hair offsetting the scars that ran across his face.

Most people would consider his beauty gone now that he had those scars, but Fleur did not. She thought he was more devastatingly beautiful now than he had been before.

Beautiful when he'd promised to love her in French and in English earlier that day. Beautiful when he'd danced with her and held her like she was the most precious thing to him. Beautiful when he'd raged at Death Eaters parading as Ministry officials for interrupting their wedding. He was beautiful no matter what he did.

"Enlève ton pantalon," she said.

"Pardonnez-moi?" he said, a smirk falling over his face as he crossed his arms. Most men would have fumbled for the chance to get to remove their pants for her. Not Bill Weasley. No, he enjoyed making her repeat herself far too much.

"Enlève. Ton. Pantalon," she repeated, pausing after each word.

Bill laughed then. "Je t'aime, je t'aime," he said amusement lacing his voice as he slid out of his coat. Fleur would tell anyone who would listen that Bill's voice was made for the French language. Sadly, few people wanted to hear her talk about that.

When his hands fell to his pants, he raised his eyes and watched her with a smirk. Fleur only rolled her eyes in response. Then he was ever so slowly undoing his buttons and his zipper. He was being purposely slow, Fleur knew, and she tapped her foot. When he finally, finally, managed to remove his pants, Fleur shoved him roughly by the shoulders. Normally, she would not have been able to move him, but she'd clearly taken him by surprise if his startled face was anything to go by. He landed on the couch.

"Fleur," he said exasperated.

Fleur did not respond to him. Instead she grabbed the hem of her dress and yanked it upwards, thanking Merlin she had decided against a ball gown and gone with a fitted gown instead. It was much easier to slide her underwear off without as much fabric to shift through.

"Fleur, what are you doing?" Bill asked as he leaned forward. His hand slid along her bare thigh to steady her, but Fleur didn't need it. She managed to kick the underwear away before she gathered up her dress and sat herself in Bill's lap. His hands immediately found her waist, gripping tightly, and forcing her hips back on his thighs.

Fleur huffed.

"Not like this," Bill muttered. "I wanted this to be . . ." He paused and looked away from her. "I wanted it to be different."

"I cannot wait any longer, mon amour," she whispered resting her forehead against his own. "I need you." And she did need him. She needed him to tell her that everything was going to be ok, that they were going to win this war, that they were both going make it out of this alive. But first she needed her husband to make love to her, and she needed to make love to him. "I need you, l'amour de ma vie. I need you."

"Oh, Fleur," he said, his breath ghosting against her lips. His hand found the edge of her dress and slid up her thigh. Fleur's breath caught in her throat as he reached her center and easily slid a finger inside her. Bill raised his eyebrows. She rolled her hips against his hand a few times before he pressed another finger into her. He thrust once, twice, then removed his fingers altogether.

Fleur whined.

Bill ignored her, pulled his hand out from under her dress, and sucked the fingers that had been inside her into his mouth.

Fleur keened.

"Je vais manger ta chatte ce soir," Bill said, his voice dropping an octave or two. Fleur had no doubt that she would end up with Bill's face between her legs at some point tonight, but right now, she wanted him inside her.

She rose up onto her knees, and both of Bill's hands made their way under her skirt this time. One found the hip bone where his name was tattooed while the other slotted his cock against her. With a breath of relief, Fleur slid down onto him.

They remained still for a moment, their foreheads pressed together and sharing the same air. This was what she needed, to feel him against her like this, like she hadn't the past month and a half. They'd been lucky if they got a moment to cuddle, with all the planning and Harry and the war.

"Ma raison d'être," he muttered against her neck as she pulled the elastic from his hair. My reason for being. It was a French term of endearment that he had picked up when they'd taken an impromptu trip to Paris last fall. He'd fallen in love with it, and Fleur had fallen more in love with him every time he'd said it.

Bill's fingers found the back of her dress, gently undoing the zipper until the straps were beginning to fall off her shoulders. Reverently, he kissed her shoulder as he slid one strap off then did the same to the other side. Fleur let her fingers tangle in his hair until he started to slip the gown off of her. Once the top of the dress was around her waist, his hand found her side and squeezed.

Her eyes flew up to his, and emotion clogged her throat as she was hit with the amount of love that was shining back at her. Bill had always been so free with his love, as if he had so much more to give if only someone asked for it. He had been kind to her and teased her and helped her adjust when she first came to England. He deserved the world, and she would have given it all to him if he would keep looking at her exactly as he was now.

She hadn't realized she started to cry until he began to wipe the tears from her cheeks.

"Je t'aime, je t'aime," he muttered urgently. "Ne pleure pas."

She did not mean to cry and upset him, but she could not help it, could not force the tears to stop coming.

"I want to make it out of this war with you," she whispered.

"You will," Bill said, his hand gliding down her back.

"It is not me I am worried about," she said. "It is you." Bill's features softened then. "I do not want to be a widow for longer than I am a wife."

"Oh, Fleur," he muttered. "That won't happen. I won't let it. I will always come home to you."

It was such a beautiful promise for all that it might be broken.

She moved her hips then, softly rocking against him. Bill gasped, one of his hands going to her hip to steady himself. Fleur's hand found his face, her thumb running across his cheek and over his scars. He pressed a kiss into the palm of her hand, hissing out a breath as she dropped back onto him.

"Bill," she whispered, her own hands falling to her breasts as his ran up and down her back.

"Mon amour, you are so beautiful," he said, eyes locked on where she was rolling her nipples in between her fingers. "So pretty."

Bill's compliments were like no other man's. He had seen her first for her intelligence, and then her looks. No one outside of her family and a few close friends had really bothered to look beneath the surface. Bill always did. So, when he complimented her looks, she knew he meant it out of love, and less like the superficial way that most men meant it.

His lips found the space between her neck and her shoulder, and he sucked harshly at it. Fleur gasped, knowing he intended to leave a mark. His hips pressed up into her, and she tangled her hands in his hair. As soon as her hands were gone, Bill moved his kisses lower and his hands found her breasts.

"Please, mon amour," she gasped, dropping down onto him quicker than she meant to.

"Holy fuck," he swore, his hands going to her hips. "How are you always so good?"

Fleur laughed. "Practice?"

"Ferme ta bouche," Bill gasped against her skin.

She giggled when he told her to shut up, mainly because the syllables had been so broken up that he hadn't even sounded menacing. He muttered her name then, and Fleur continued to rock against him, heat coiling in the pit of her stomach.

"Je t'aime," she whispered after a particularly wonderful thrust.

"I won't leave you," he said suddenly, grasping her face in between his palms and forcing her to look into his eyes. "I won't. I refuse to let them take me from you."

Fleur wanted to kiss him and cry all at once. Her beautiful, brave husband. In the end, she settled for kissing him as her hips stuttered in their rhythm, and she dove over the edge with him.

They panted, sharing the same air, as Fleur caressed his face while he ran his fingers up and down her bare back. Gently, his hands found the clips that had been holding her hair up and it cascaded down around them, offering a brief shelter from the war raging around them.

"Ma cœur," he said, tracing his finger over her heart.

"Bill, je t'aime," she said softly.

"Je t'aime, je t'aime," he muttered gathering her up in his arms and holding her close to his chest.

At least for a little while, they could forget what darkness lay outside their beautiful home.

#bill x fleur #bleur #bill weasley #fleur delacour #i changed the wording slighlty #only because i love fleur speaking to bill in french #answered #my writing #smut

[veelatrouble]

Harry sneaks into the bathroom where Gabrielle is showering to quickly retrieve his wand, and she just so happens to be fucking herself on a dildo while moaning his name…

#harry potter #fanfic #smut #gabrielle delacour #fleur delacour

[delacoursshp]

Hii I came across your fred fic and i have to say that it was really amazing ! I saw that you were taking requests and i was wondering if you were down to write either a victor krum smut where the reader is close to the golden trio and a bit jealous of the relationship him and Hermione have, but ends up being invited to the Yule Ball by Viktor, or a brother's best friend smut fic with Fred where the reader is Ron's best friend and stays a lot at the Burrow and secretely becomes Fred's gf but get caught by Ron and are forced to reveal their relationship.

Have a nice day, sorry if there's any mistakes, english isnt my first language !

oh myy dayss. i love both ideas! i chose the viktor krum smut bc my boy needs more attention. i think this is longer then i wanted it to be, i got carried away😭 but here you go love!

viktor krum x fem reader

"my jealous girl."

- use of y/n, jealous reader, reader is friends with the golden trio, both are of age, yule balllll😍😍

warnings: smut, 18+, doggy, oral (f receiving), rough but loving viktor, love-making, dirty-talk bc we need to hear our mans sexy accent.

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you were sat with your friends, neville, seamus, harry, ron and hemione; the 4 boys were gawping at the triwizard cup. you rolled your eyes at them, and you started a rather hateful conversation about mrs trelawney with hermione.

you never really found the triwizard cup that interesting; yeah, it was cool and yeah, anyone who won the cup would be one of the bravest people alive, but whatever.

a lot of people entered the entrance hall, admiring the blue object. one particular figure caught your eye. the buff, burly yet skinny visitor; viktor krum. your eyes stayed glued on him. yesterday, when he first made his appearance at hogwarts, before you even knew he was an amazing quidditch player, you already had a big crush on him. he was exactly your type. for a split second, his deadly eyes caught yours too. he savagely strutted towards the cup, stepping inside of the age circle.

he dropped what looked like a small piece of paper into the cup, and an enormous flame flew upwards, calmed down and his mates were cheering.

viktor smirked proudly; it looked like his eyes were fixated on you again. you almost blushed, and glanced at hermione, who was smiling at someone opposite of her. following her eyes, you saw viktor again, who was now smiling a lot brighter, and winked at.. hermione? the two didn't break eyecontact, until fred and george caught everyones attention.

you felt a sort of unease rise up within you. it felt like an itch, that you were unable to scratch, or a knot in the stomach that wouldn't let go. the feeling wouldn't go away, and you started to feel like it was becoming visible on your face.

you stood up, muttering a 'see you later' to your friends and hurrying off to the gryffindor dormitory.

you sat down on one of the scarlet red sofa's, grabbing a book and began "reading", although the book was held upside down. your face was heating up, your brows were furrowing and your nostrils stood flared. why hadn't hermione told you something was going on between her and krum? or was there even something going on? well it certainly seemed so didn't it?

tumultuous thoughts relentlessly raced through your head. your grip on the book hardened so much, the pages started ripping.

the bell rang.

you almost forgot that you still had one last lesson today. you dropped the book on the floor and rushed to your next class. everyone was already seated, and you went to sit next to hermione, who was sat behind ron and harry. she looked at you as though worried, as you were taking your books out of your bag.

"y/n, are you alright? you dissapeared just like that, earlier." she had this merciful expression glued on her face, and you smiled and muttered 'fine, i'm fine' to relieve the tension from her sad face, but you also still felt uneasy being in the presence of someone who possibly liked someone you did too.

once the lesson had finished, you stuffed your books and -about the 7th time this day- a work sheet into your bag. you immediately walked off. "hey- y/n! wait up, will you?" ron yelled. great, you thought. just perfect. hermione was the first out of three to catch up with you. "are you sure you're fine?" she asked. you sighed.

"hermione, what is between you and krum?" you spit spontaneously. she looked at you as if flabbergasted, then said, "well, me and viktor are kind of, you know, dating."

'what?' you thought.

"right." you replied blankly, nothing else could come out. they're together? this only made that irritating storm inside you worse, like you were about to puke.

you walked with the three of them to the dorms, staying quiet. on the way, you glanced at one of the yule ball posters. 'now who am i gonna ask?' you thought. of course, there were lots of other boys willing to ask you. but you didn't care. you thought you had a chance with viktor. how stupid, too. of course he'd already have someone, considering his reputation.

you realized the four of you stood before the fat lady, who was whining about something that sounded like 'that longbottom child.' hermione muttered the password and she, ron and harry stepped in, except for you.

"actually, guys, you go ahead. i'm just gonna go fetch neville, he's probably stuck again somewhere." you lied. they nodded in agreement and hermione yelled 'bye!' as the painting closed. the fat lady looked confused at your presence. "my dear, i've already let you in. i don't suppose i have to-"

"no, i'm going." you spoke quickly, not being able to bare another one of her rants.

you made your way down the frustrating stairs. instead of actually fetching a probably struggling neville somewhere, you went to the triwizard cup. you just stared at it, the blue light radiating on your skin. there were barely any people here, most of them still had lessons to attend.

you rested your head on your hand, focusing on the blue flames, waiting for anything to happen; even if it was the most impossible thing ever; viktor krum asking you to the ball.

just then, viktor entered the hall. great. he sat down next to you. you avoided his eyes, but your breathing was far from slow. it was awkward, but comforting. having him close to you. sad that nothing more than that could ever happen, as you wouldn't betray your friend.

then, viktor inhaled. a shaky, sort of inhale. "y/n" he spoke.

'y/n? as in, me?' you thought.

"what?" you said, still avoiding his gaze. it wasn't supposed to come off rude, but you just couldn't look at him. he sighed, in a nervous way, then spoke words you'd never thought would come out of those beautiful lips.

"y/n, would you like to go to the yule ball with me?"

you gasped softly, eyes widened and immediately averting your gaze from the cup, to viktor. of course you wanted to say yes, but what about hermione? you were truly confused. so he wasn't going to ask his own girlfriend?

"viktor," it felt weird to say his name infront of viktor himself. "what about hermione?"

viktor pursed his lips, "we are no longer something. i broke it off with her just now. she was pretty, yes, but i do not want her. i've always wanted you. i know you want me too, right? i see it whenever i am with hermione. your face goes murderous."

you laughed in embarrassment. "oh, please. i don't want you that bad."

"sure, y/n. but... what is it? yes or no?"

-

"it's okay, y/n. it really is. he apologized. though you should've told me earlier that you liked him!" hermione assured. you had told hermione everything about what happend. her reaction was relieving.

"i know! i still feel bad, though. who are you going with?" you asked. you truly felt bad that viktor just ended it with her like that. hermione grinned. "oh, no worries, i've got someone." she said mysteriously. you both let out loud laughter at her tone of voice.

"'mione! c'mon, tell me!" you begged. "well, he's a hufflepuff, brunette, handsome. good at quidditch." she whispered. you thought deeply. hufflepuff.. brunette.. good at qui- "DIGGORY?" you gasped. hermione shushed you while chuckling and nodding her head. "we're both some lucky girls, aren't we?"

bang! the door slammed open.

"hermione! y/n! we've already found dates!" it was ron, harry next to him. "i suppose you haven't yet. that's okay, you can take eachother!" he teased, both boys chuckling. "i think all the best guys are unavailable by now-"

"mind you, ron, we've already gotten dates. the best ones, too." you said, grinning.

hermione laughed at rons dumbfounded expression.

"what? who?" ron squeaked.

"i told you, the best ones." you repeated, giggling with hermione.

"pfft, alright then, don't tell me! like i care!" ron said angrily before storming off, a smirking harry behind him, looking back at you and hermione.

you winked at harry then playfully shoo'ed him away with your hand.

"atleast harry got it."

-

it was the day of the yule ball. everywhere you went was excited murmuring; girls talking about dresses, boys sharing which girl they were gonna take, and even staff giggling happily.

the lessons were shortened to give students more time to get ready for the ball. once all the lessons finished, you, hermione and ginny rushed to the girls dorm to get ready. hermione wore a beautiful, soft pink gown, a light tint of red lipstick, and her hair done in a glossy, tight hairstyle; your almost empty, abandoned bottle of sleekeazy's hair potion finally came in handy.

ginny was also allowed to go, since she's been asked by neville. she wore a white-beige dress with a gorgeous tiara.

then there was you, you were wearing a long, tight, glimmering dress that revealed your back, neck and shoulders. your hair sat loose, shining. you haven't ever felt prettier.

the three of you admired eachother and giggled, before making your way to the ball.

-

you were greeted by viktor, who was wearing a red suit of rough material. "you are beautiful." he said. you smiled up at him as he offered you his hand. you took it, and the both of you walked off to the ballroom with the other contestants and their dates.

after a while of dancing, viktor suddenly took your hand and walked to an empty, faraway space in the ballroom. "viktor, wh-" he shushed you with a deep kiss before you could finish your sentence. his hand crept up your waist and you leaned into his touch. the kiss ended rather difficult and sloppily, since both of you didn't want it to stop.there was a moment of just examining eachothers facial features, lust and need filling the air so quick, that your pants were being heard. your heart was beating so fast you were sure viktor could hear it.

"come on." he said, and you had no choice as he brought his arm around your waist and forced your steps to follow his.

"viktor, are you sure we can just leave the ball like that-"

"shh. in here." he said firmly. he pulled you into a barely lit, small messy room. it looked like an abandoned cupboard. your eyes wandered around the room for a second before viktor had you by the waist again, connecting his wet lips to yours once again.

it didn't take long for his rough hands to slide down to your butt. he squeezed the perfectly round cheeks, making you whimper into his mouth. he kissed you harder, deeper. you backed up on instinct. he followed, still in the what seemed like an endless make-out session. your back was now against the door, and viktor snaked his hand behind your back, easily unzipping your dress. you broke the kiss, gasping for air. viktor now had his attention on sliding your dress off, slowly. teasing.

"viktor.." you whined. it was supposed to be warning, but it came out desperate. and you were. who could blame you, when his lips felt that good.

he bent his head forwards licking a stripe up your throat and then kissing around your earlobe. he sucked on a spot by your jawline, making you let out a high-pitched gasp. "i love your little noises." he whispered into your neck. your dress finally fell off, leaving you in your bra and panties.

"ohh, fuuck." viktor mumbled, as he raised his head from your neck, eyeing your body. you automatically moved your arms to cover up yourself, but viktor grabbed both of your wrists with one hand and held them above your head.

"don't do that. you are perfect." he said, his other hand playing with the waistband of your underwear. you thrusted your hips forward, impatiently waiting for him to give you something.

he chuckled at your antics. he slid your underwear off and turned you around. your hands clawed at the door material, as krums back locked you tightly to the door. you heard the faint sound of a belt buckle unlocking, and you let out a sigh of relief. viktor smacked your butt one last time, making you squeal. you cursed your current position for not being able to see how his pants and boxers slid off. he teased your entrance with the tip of his cock, swirling it around the little hole.

"viktor, please." you softly said. viktor chuckled darkly, kissed the back of your neck and held your wrists behind your back. he entered you slowly, the both of you moaning in unison. he stopped at the hilt, pulled away fully, then pushed back inside completely, making you cry out.

"so sexy." he moaned, biting at your neck. he started a slow, passionate pace, which didn't last long. you gasped loudly as he sped up, faster and faster, until wet skin-slapping noises were to be heard.

your moans did not only increase in volume, but in amount as viktor let go of your wrists to hold your throat tightly. your head now fell completely limp onto his shoulders, eyes shut. his other hand moved to your bra, clicking it open and letting it fall off.he played with your breasts, in a way they jiggled every now and then. "fuck, viktor! don't stop.." you screamed, not caring as the music from the ball was far too loud for anyone to hear you.

"thaaat's it. cum on my cock, beautiful." his words sent shivers down your spine, one in particular that sent shockwaves to your core.

he retreated his hand from your tits, lowering it to your thigh. he squeezed the flesh before lifting it up so he was tip was probing at your cervix.

"oh god- ah!" your voice was barely working anymore, as you were close to your orgasm and mainly because of viktor grip on your throat. "i'm, i'm-"

"go on." he said, his voice sounding strained. "please, baby." this sent you over the edge. you shook and choked on your own moans. the feeling was nothing like you had ever felt before. with the little strength you had, you reached for viktors hair and held onto it, to express your gratitude. he grunted in amazement, once again placing kisses along your jawline as you came down from your high. "my jealous girl."

your legs felt like jelly, so viktor muttered a spell that shoved the junk away to a corner of the room, making space for you to lay down. he picked you up and followed you down onto the floor. he was placing kisses all over your body, making you sigh in sensitivity. then he reached your stomach, licking around your navel and kissing it. tiredly, you smiled at him. he grabbed your legs and moved them just slightly upwards, making you wince. viktor then stuck his tongue out, before letting it dissapear into your cunt. "oh, viktor." you moaned.

the new level of overstimulation made you squirm and gasp for air. it felt so good, but it was too much. he licked you clean, his tongue swirling around the bundle of nerves, and dancing along your entrance.

"hmmhh.." was all you could let out, as he finished with a kiss to the clit, and sat up on his knees.

viktor watched you intently as you got up on your elbows, too exhausted to move any other muscle in your body.

"look what you did, krum." you said playfully. he just smiled in return, looking rather proud.

"next time, you reward me for it, yes?"

.・。.・゜✭・

a/n: no bc, LOWKEY in love rn. i love love loveeee this idea, and i'm so grateful i got to write this. anywayss, hope you enjoyed! <33

.・゜゜・

- sincerely,

@delacoursshp

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#harry potter #fleur delacour #fanfic #smut

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hello! my names maylee and i go by she/her :)

WHAT I WRITE:

i write fluff, angst and smut. feel free to request whatever you want. although i may be uncomfortable with certain topics. i will just archive them to make you still feel comfortable without feeling shamed :)

this is my general character list. i write for several characters listed below. this list isn’t all of the characters i will write for. i usually don’t accept request with characters i don’t write for, but occasionally i forget to add some. feel free to request either way!

HARRY POTTER:

ron weasley, george weasley, fred weasley, ginny weasley, harry potter, hermione granger, cedric diggory, luna lovegood, sirius black, remus lupin, neville longbottom, james potter, lily potter, and fleur delacour

CRIMINAL MINDS

aaron hotchner, spence reid, derek morgan, elle greenaway, emily prentiss, jennifer jareau, matt simmons, and luke alves

NHL + NFL

trevor zegras, jack hughes, luke hughes, quinn hughes, nico hischier, jamie drysdale, vince dunn, joe burrow, matthew knies, ethan edwards, mitch marner, rutger mcgroarty, luca fantilli, and mark estapa

SCREAM

sidney prescott, stu macher, gale weathers, samantha carpenter, tara carpenter, jill roberts, tatum riley, roman bridger, mikey aliteri, amber freeman, chad meeks martin, quinn bailey, we hicks, anika kayoko, and ethan landry

OUTER BANKS

rafe cameron, sarah cameron, topper thornton, jj, john b, and kiara

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finnick odair, peeta mellark, katniss everdeen, cato, lucy gray,and young snow

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✪ please check my rules before you request anything! and please read these disclaimers, if you are in violation of any rules, you will be deleted and/or blocked.

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characters i'm willing to write for 𖼐꒱࿐ ִ I

✦ luke castellan ✦ coriolanus snow ✦ sejanus plinth ✦ finnick odair ✦ peeta mellark ✦ anakin skywalker ✦ peter parker ✦ jj maybank ✦ rafe cameron ✦ tim bradford ✦ wesley evers ✦ john nolan ✦ jake peralta ✦ barry allen ✦ james potter ✦ remus lupin ✦ sirius black ✦ tom riddle ✦ mattheo riddle ✦ theodore nott ✦ ares (from pjo) ✦ spencer reid ✦ aaron hotchner ✦ matt simmons ✦ luke alvez ✦ will lamontagne jr ✦ tony stark ✦ miguel o'hara ✦ steve rogers ✦ peter quill ✦ scott lang ✦ harry potter ✦ ron weasley ✦ fred weasley ✦ bill weasley ✦ charlie weasley ✦ percy weasley ✦ george weasley ✦ aaron thorsen ✦ anthony bridgerton ☆ benedict bridgerton ☆ harry hook (ouat) ✦ alex claremont diaz ✦ cardan greenbriar ✦ manny (abbott elementary) ✦ sally jackson ✦ lucy chen ✦ celina juarez ✦ hermione granger ✦ katniss everdeen ✦ johanna mason ✦ padme amidala ✦ sarah cameron ✦ angela lopez ✦ nyla harper ✦ amy santiago ✦ rosa diaz ✦ lily evans ✦ marlene mckinnon ✦ luna lovegood ✦ ginny weasley ✦ fleur delacour ✦ emily prentiss ✦ jennifer jareau ✦ elle greenaway ✦ emma swan ✦ natasha romanoff ✦ yelena belova ✦ kate bishop ✦ carol danvers ✦ wanda maximoff ✦ jude duarte ✦ prettiestlovergirl (fantasize about me, baby <3)

definitely into ༊彡⬭ 𓈒  I

☆ oral fixation ☆ infidelity kink ☆ size kink ☆ brat/brat taming kink ☆ face fucking ☆ tit fucking ☆ thigh riding ☆ daddy/mommy content ☆ domination ☆ sadism ☆ breeding kink ☆ masochism ☆ exhibitionism ☆ squirting ☆ degrading ☆ dirty talk ☆ cum swapping ☆ dacryphilia ☆ overstimulation ☆ gagging ☆ praise edging ☆ biting ☆ marking ☆ cne ☆ dubcon ☆ coercion ☆ breath play ☆ impact play ☆ anal play ☆ legal age gap ☆ threesomes ☆ brother's best friend ☆ best friend's brother ☆ daddy x princess ☆ step-cest ☆ legal age gap ☆ dom x sub ☆ gangbang ☆ bareback/ cream pies ☆ being shared ☆ free use ☆ orgasm denial ☆ brat x brat tamer ☆ knife play ☆ corruption virgin! reader ☆ bimbo! reader ☆ office sex ☆ mean! reader ☆ hair pulling ☆ dark content ☆ fratboy! character ☆ hand kink ☆ dumbification ☆ nicknames: mami, mamas, mama, ma, pretty girl, babe, baby, sweetheart, angel ☆

sometimes into ༊彡⬭ 𓈒  I

☆ somnophilia ☆ olfactophilia ☆ piss kink ☆ arm kink ☆ dry humping ☆ virgin! character ☆ best friend! character ☆ kidnapping kink ☆ thigh fucking ☆ sub! character ☆ sex toys ☆ period sex ☆ orgy ☆ drunk sex ☆ angst ☆ fluff ☆ sex pollen ☆ under the table ☆ noncon play ☆ polyamory ☆ predator/prey kink ☆ bondage ☆ sensory deprivation ☆ fake relationship ☆ cuckhold ☆ pet play ☆ cockwarming ☆ nicknames: babydoll, doll, honey, hon ☆

not into ༊彡⬭ 𓈒  I

☆ tentacles ☆ age regression ☆ professor x student ☆ childhood bedroom ☆ self-harm ☆ suicide ☆ ai ☆ pedophilia ☆ incest ☆ underage characters ☆ race play ☆ race exclusive features ☆ eating disorders ☆ depression ☆ getting caught masturbating and moaning out a name ☆ financial domination ☆ scat ☆ gay for pay ☆ age play ☆ wax play ☆ pegging ☆ feet content ☆ food play ☆ male! reader ☆

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Hi, I’m Stevie :) I’m 20

Hufflepuff 💛 and a Pisces

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Moonlight - T. R. x werewolf fem!reader

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Devotion - T. R. x fem!Reader*

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Just Cuddling - T. N. x male!Reader

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Little Problems - L. B. x short male!Reader

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Injured - Prof. T. R. x platonic male!Reader

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Best Friend - R. B. x gn!Reader

Part 1 Part 2

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for dialogue prompts 5. + bleur ❤️

send me smutty prompts

I was so surprised to see this in my askbox, anon, but also so excited! Thank you so much, and I hope you enjoy! Also, this may have gotten out of hand. Obviously nsfw below the cut. ❝stop staring.❞ ❝i can't, you're so pretty like this❞

Bill was being cockblocked, and he did not appreciate it one bit.

Despite her objections to their engagement, Mrs. Weasley had agreed to let Fleur spend the summer at the Burrow. At the time, Bill had thought that it was the perfect idea. It would give Fleur and his family time to bond before they got married, and he could spend his evenings with the girl he loved and his family.

Only his family didn't seem so keen on welcoming her.

Of course, Ron and the twins were nice; Fleur was pretty and they were shallow. But his mum didn't like the abruptness of their engagement, thought he was rushing into things and making a mistake. She also didn't care for the French, and Fleur was very French. Then there was Ginny, and her annoying pet names and snide remarks. But he figured that was due to the fact that Ginny was used to being the only girl in the house.

All of that Bill could live with in the hopes that his family would warm up to Fleur and come to love her as he had.

What he could not live with was the loose spring in the couch sharply poking him in the back.

If his mum couldn't talk some sense into him, she seemed determined to make sure that his quality time with Fleur was limited. He wasn't allowed to be alone with her when they were at the Burrow, and if he came close to sneaking off with Fleur, Ron or the twins, when they were home, always found them minutes after they disappeared. Bill was not naïve enough to believe it wasn't his mother's doing.

But the worst part - the most heinous thing she could have done really - was put Fleur in his old bedroom. Under his old sheets that no doubt smelled like honey and lavender now.

And he was stuck in the living room on a lumpy couch since Harry was here for the summer and the twins were in for the night.

He grunted as another spring found the left side of his back.

If his mother thought that this little plan of hers was going break off their engagement, she was entirely wrong. This only made him all the more determined to marry Fleur, if only so he could sleep in his own bed.

With Fleur. And her pretty hair. And her bright smile. And-

Another spring punched him in the side.

Swearing under his breath, Bill shoved the blankets off of him and sat up. Fuck this. Quietly, he crept over to the stairs and performed a hex-revealing charm. It was a fairly simple charm and didn't work on advanced hexes, but he didn't think his mother was using anything past what a seventh year charms class had taught her. Sure enough, the stairwell sparkled with red and green. An alert charm no doubt.

Well, his mother forgot that she was dealing with a curse breaker.

A simple reverse charm, and the spell was gone, returning the stairs back to their usual muted brown.

Thank fuck.

He quickly and quietly snuck up the stairs until he reached the third floor. As he looked up the stairs toward his parents' room, he slowly and gently turned the knob and pushed the door open wide enough to slip in. Then snapped it shut behind him.

Fleur was lying on his bed, wrapped in his blankets just like he thought, the moon giving a silvery cast to her blonde hair. She was facing away from him, and Bill could see the thin straps of a night gown peaking out from under the blankets. It was a pretty slivery blue that complimented her pale skin nicely.

She must have sensed him then because she rolled over and pressed up onto her elbows, the blanket sliding down to her waist.

"Bill?" she called out softly.

Instead of answering, he flicked a silencing charm on the room, tossed his wand onto the bedside table, and crawled into bed with her.

Fleur giggled as he settled on top of her, her fingers finding his hair and tangling in it.

"Ton mère serait horrifiée," she giggled, and she was probably right. If his mother found him in here with her, she'd throw him out of the house and apologize for her eldest son's unacceptable behavior, never mind that Bill had walked in on her and his father countless time in various compromising positions.

"Let her be horrified," he muttered roughly, burying his face into her neck.

For her part, Fleur found this whole situation comical. She had laughed when he'd told her why they wouldn't be able to stay in the same room. Then his mother had come in and Fleur's exact words were, 'Est-ce qu'elle sait que nous avons déjà baisé?' Bill had never wanted to snug her and her smart mouth more in that moment. No, his mother didn't know that they'd already fucked, and he intended to keep it that way.

"What are you doing up here?" she asked, nosing the side of his face affectionately. This was probably want he missed the most, her affection and how easily she gave it to him. Now anytime he received that affection it was accompanied by his brothers' teasing or his mother's disapproving scowl.

"That couch was bloody uncomfortable," he muttered, pressing a kiss into her neck and a knee between her thighs.

"Hmm, you could not have gone back to the apartment, I suppose?"

"No, definitely not."

He pressed his knee harder between her legs, pulling a gasp from Fleur.

"Ton mère could hear," she said, glancing at the door.

"I cast a silencing spell," he said. "She won't hear a thing."

Fleur huffed and shoved at his shoulder. Bill easily pressed himself up onto his hands so he could look at her face. Her eyes held slight amusement, though her mouth was the tiniest bit pinched. Her hair was haloed around her, and Bill wanted to tangle his fingers in it.

"You have planned this then?" she asked.

"I didn't plan a thing," he said. "I was tired of lying on an old couch with sharp springs."

They watched each other then, her eyes narrowing and his own sparkling with delight. He didn't think he'd ever get enough of watching Fleur.

"Stop staring at me," Fleur finally muttered, breaking eye contact.

"I can't," Bill said, nuzzling her neck. "You're so pretty like this."

And the only time Fleur looked more beautiful than when she was under him was when she was talking about charms and explaining how Gringotts could do so much better if only they hired her on as one of the spell architects rather than a translator.

"Bill," she gasped arching up into him. He took the opportunity to move his mouth farther down, his lips grazing her collarbone then her sternum. His hands found the straps of her night dress and slipped them down revealing more of her pale skin. Once the fabric was pushed down to her waist, Bill kissed across her breast, leaving goose flesh in his wake, and sucked a nipple into his mouth.

Unsatisfied with the lack of noise she was making, he slid his hand up over her throat and pulled her chin down, tugging her bottom lip from between her teeth. In response, Fleur simply sucked his thumb into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip. Bill growled under his breath and ground his hips into the bed.

It was wholly unfair. She'd been driving him crazy all week, with her shirts cut just enough to show the tops of her breasts and her skirts that were short, but not short enough. And every time he'd suggested going back to his flat after work, he was always met with a scandalized, 'but what would your mother think?' and a teasing smirk.

Well, his mother would certainly be scandalized, but Bill was past the point of caring.

Slipping his thumb out of her mouth with a pop, he slid his hand down her body, making sure to pinch her unattended nipple along the way, until he reached her hip. By now, her night dress had ridden up enough that he had no trouble hooking two of his fingers in the band of her underwear. He tugged twice. Panting Fleur lifted her hips. Bill grinned against her skin.

The sound of ripping fabric filled the air.

"Bill Weasley," Fleur hissed pushing herself onto her elbows. She might have been trying to look angry, but all Bill could think about was how beautiful she looked with her hair disheveled, falling around her shoulders and breasts, her eyes bright with anger and lust, and the moon cascading over her. She truly was a goddess in human form. "Ceux-ci étaient coûteux."

"Then we can go shopping for another pair," he said simply, holding the scrap of see-through lace up for her to see. "I will gladly take you shopping for another pair of these."

Instead of answering, she grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked him toward her. His lips found hers easily, ripped underwear completely forgotten. His tongue found her bottom lip and he pressed against it roughly. When Fleur gasped, he pushed into her mouth, the taste of mint and honeysuckle overwhelming him.

He loved the way Fleur overpowered his senses with something as simple as a kiss. She had never used her powers on him, not once and he suspected she never would, yet the simple taste of her was enough to have him promising her the moon if she wanted it. And it was really no less than she deserved. Everything about Fleur was incredible.

His hand continued its path along her body, sliding down the inside of her leg until it reached her center. And fuck, if she wasn't already soaked.

"Bill," she gasped as he gently rubbed her sensitive clit. "L’amour de ma vie."

Bill grinned down at her. "Say that again."

She opened her eyes this time and Bill was lost in a sea of blue. "L'amour de ma vie."

Love of my life.

Bill couldn't help pressing a finger into her warm heat. And fuck it all, if the way she clenched around his finger didn't make him see stars.

"Ma raison d’être," he muttered as she threw back her head and moaned. "Je t'aime, je t'aime."

His love for her felt like it was going to cause his heart to burst from his chest at any moment. Fleur was always beautiful, but she was never really raw unless she was alone with him. On the outside, it seemed she lived a charmed life and had little worries, especially since she was so carelessly outspoken, but Bill knew that was far from the truth. There was so much pressure she carried on her shoulders - to be the perfect daughter and older sister, to make sure that men never looked at her sister the way they did her, to be seen for more than her beauty. And Bill was enterally grateful that she allowed him to see all the messy pieces of her.

"Fleur," he muttered, breath ghosting across her lips as he pressed another finger into her.

"L'enlever, l'enlever," she said suddenly tugging at his shirt. Pressing up onto his knees, Bill quickly pulled the shirt over his head. Hands on lower abdomen stopped him from falling back on top of her. Glancing down, he saw Fleur had sat up, a bright light in her eyes as she looked up at him. A smile bloomed over his face as he took her face in his hands, his thumbs gently running over her cheeks.

Fleur started on the button of his trousers then. "So, you sleep here while we were dating," she said matter-of-factly. Bill didn't like where this conversation was going, but he had no intention of objecting while she was undoing his pants.

He nodded. "Sometimes. When I wasn't at my flat or Headquarters."

Fleur hummed. "Did you masturbé here?" Her hands were pushing his pants over his hips now, and Bill could only shake his head at her filthy mouth. "Thinking of me?"

"About," he corrected her, thumb running over her bottom lip. "Thinking about you."

"About me," she said, her hand grasping his cock. Bill dropped his head back and looked at the water stained ceiling. He was going to fly over the edge if he wasn't careful.

His hands found Fleur's shoulders then, pushing her back down on the bed and messily tangling his fingers in her hair. His mouth found hers roughly, quickly pushing his tongue between her lips as his hand pinched her nipple. Fleur moaned, her wet center rubbing against his cock. Swiftly, his hand left her nipple and grasped his cock, sliding it against her clit before slipping down to her entrance.

"Est-ce que ça va?" he asked.

Fleur nodded enthusiastically thrusting her hips upward. As he pushed into her, Bill gasped, squeezing his eyes shut and running his thumb along her bottom lip. No part of him was ever going to get used to this. Fleur was magnificent, and he always felt like he was coming home when she enveloped him like this.

"Bill," she panted against his ear when he was fully seated inside her. "Je t'aime."

He gave a shallow thrust at her words, then grabbed her hip to stop her moving against him. He needed to adjust and slow his hammering heart. Gently, he pressed kisses to her neck, nipping softly when he got to the space between her neck and shoulder. Fleur was moaning again, making the prettiest noises. She always did when they were together.

"Fleur, Fleur," he said as he started to move. Letting go of her hip, he let her rock against him. She was independent like that - always wanting to contribute something to whatever they were doing - and he loved it, loved Fleur more than he could ever put into words.

His hand found the small of her back, helping her rock into him steadily.

"You're so pretty like this," Bill muttered, pushing up onto his elbow so he could look at her face.

"You would say I am pretty if I had not showered in three days and my hair was tangled beyond measure," she huffed.

"And I'd mean it," he said, thrusting harder.

Fleur gasped. "You do not think you are biased? Especially in our position?"

Bill smirked. "No, I think my current position makes me an expert on when you're pretty."

Fleur smacked his chest then, and he pinched her nipple rather harshly in response. She moaned though, so he did it again to her other nipple. When her hands found his hair, clinging roughly, her breath coming in quick gasps, Bill knew she was close, so desperately close.

"Mon amour," she gasped when he pressed his thumb into her clit. She was pulsing around him now, and he was loosing his rhythm.

"Come for me," he muttered against her ear. "Please. You look so pretty when you come." Fleur threw her head back, and he took the opportunity to kiss her neck. "I want to see you come in my bed." He thrust roughly against her. "I want you to remember this moment when you sleep here again without me. Please, Fleur. S'il vous plaît."

Fleur grasped the arm that he was holding himself up with as she came, clenching tightly around him and arching beautifully in the moonlight. Dropping his head onto her chest, Bill thrust roughly, once, twice, then followed her over the edge into beautifully blank bliss.

After a few moments of harsh breathing, he pushed himself up and kissed Fleur's swollen lips softly before rolling onto his back. Fleur quickly pushed off the night dress that had become a belt while they fucked and tossed it onto floor. Then she snuggled into Bill's side her hand finding a spot on his chest. As she settled her chin on top of her hand, Bill's fingers traced down her body until they found the crease of her hipbone, where his name was permanently etched into her skin. Gently, he caressed the letters, a smile curving over his lips. Fleur's own fingers moved out from under her chin and found the matching tattoo along his left oblique, tracing the letters of her own name.

"Your mother would not approve of these," she said absent-mindedly.

Bill snorted. "My mother wouldn't approve of any of my tattoos." Not even the one that was over his heart - the one that contained all his siblings birthdays. Still, he gently rolled Fleur onto her back and kissed her forehead, his thumb idlily stroking her hairline. "I'll talk to her if you want, if she's being too harsh on you. Just say the word."

Fleur shook her head. "Non. I do not want that. And she has not said anything I cannot take. I am not fragile, Bill."

"It's not fair to you, though," he said fiercely.

"Give her time," she said. "I will win her over."

Bill was not so sure of that, but he knew better than to contradict Fleur when she had that determined look in her eyes.

"Je t'aime," he muttered kissing her lips softly.

"Je t'aime aussi," she said.

#bleur #bill weasley #fleur delacour #bill x fleur #i may have gotten carried away #my french is not great #don't judge me #i cannot tell you how excited i was when i saw this #thank you! #answered #anon #my writing #smut

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Who I write for /Rules

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I'm new-ish to writing (i used to write fanfiction when i was like 13. i'm 18 now soo..) but I really wanna do it again.

So this is a list of characters/fandoms I write for as well as some rules for asks. Some things may be missing from this list so if you dont see something on this list, feel free to ask. :))

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Also please include what gender/pronouns you want the reader to have (i write for all genders):)))

I write both romantic and platonic for all my characters. Although Teen!readers will always be platonic if the character is an adult.

I also write poly relationships. AUs are also totally on the table (big Fan of celebrity AUs).

Some things I will not write include: Pregnancy, toxic/yandere, student x teacher.

(Also english isnt my first language, and even know in my opinion i speak it really well, if they are any mistakes, thats why.)

Harry Potter

-Fred Weasley

-george Weasley

-lee jordan

-Charly weasley

-Bill weasley

-cedric diggory

-Fleur delacour

-olliver wood

-sirius black

-remus lupin

Marauders

-James potter

-sirius black

-remus lupin

-regulus black

-Evan rosier

-Barty crouch jr

-pandora lestrange

-lilly evans

-marlene mckinnon

Hogwarts Legacy

-Sebastian Sallow

-Ominus Gaunt

-Gareth Weasley

-Poppy Sweetings

-Imelda Reyes

Twilight

-Jasper Hale

-Emmet Cullen

-carlisle cullen

-esme cullen

-rosalie hale

-alice cullen

-sam uley

-Paul lahote

-charlie swan

-Leah clearwater

pjo

-Percy jackson

-Anabeth chase

-luke castellan

-clarrisse larue

-selena beauregard

-charles beckendorf

-ethan nakamura

-nico di anglo (no romantic fem readers)

-rachel elizabeth dare

-will solace (no romantic fem reader)

-travis stoll

-connor stoll

-hazel levesque (no romantic)

-jason grace

-leo valdez

-piper mclean

Magnus chase

-Magnus chase

-samirah al abbas ( no romantic)

-alex fierro

-blitzen

-hearthstone

-malory keen

-tj (thomas jefferson jr)

Kane chronicles (havent read it in a while so might be ooc)

-Carter kane

-sadie kane

-anubis

-walt stone

MCU (Avengers)

-bucky Barnes

-steve rogers

-tony stark

-sam wilson

-natasha romanoff

-yelena belova

-Peter Parker (tom holland and andrew garfield)

-MJ

-Wanda maximof

-Piedro maximof

-Clint barton

-scott lang

-stephen strange

-kate bishop

MCU ( Guardians of the galaxy)

-peter quill

-gamora

Moonknight

-steven grant

-mark spector

-layla el-faouly

Daredevil (Season 1)

-matt murdock

-Foggy nelson

-Karen page

-James wesley

X-men universe

-Deadpool

-Weasly

-francis

-Xavier

-negasonic

-mystic

-Angel

-kurt

Venom

-Eddie Brock

DC

-Harley Quinn

-Jason Todd

-Dick Grayson

Disney Descendants

-Mal

-Evie

-Carlos devil

-Jay

-Benjamin beast

-Chad charming

-Audrey rose

-jane

-lonnie

-Uma

-Harry hook

-Gil

Kingsmen

-Eggsy

Tiny Pretty things (Netflix)

-Bette Whitlaw

-oren lennox

-shane madej (no romantic fem readers)

-June park

Jennifers Body

-Jennifer Check

-Colin gray

Ever after high

-all characters

Redacted Audios (no x reader, just ships)

-literally all characters

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