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cherry-pop-elf · 26 days

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Weasley Siblings Reacting To You Saying You Are Pregnant

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William ‘Bill’

“Excuse me-?” He was left practically speechless, when he picked up the onesie on his bedside table. A little blue thing, with the words To The Moon And Back. He was so full of emotions. Panic, excitement, horror, joy. Would the baby inherit his wolf tendencies? Would something go wrong, because of his bad blood? He was so scared. Would you be in danger, because of him? With his eyes turning to you, and seeing that excited smile, he couldn’t help but calm down. Teddy existed after all, didn’t he? He was as fine as he could be. The idea of holding his own little ball of joy. To see that orange hair, and watch you nurse. “I’m going to be a dad….” He trailed, with a smile. “I’m going to be a dad-“ He repeated, as he would hold the little sleep wear to his chest. Tears ran down his broken cheeks, as he kept reacting it. So full of pride. He’s going to be a dad, with you.

Charlie

“IM GONNA BE A DAD-!” He was screaming, bloody damn murder, as he was running around at the sanctuary. Screaming it with pride, as you chased after him. Just laughing, as the dragons would lift up their heads. “IM A DAD IM A DAD IM A DAD-!” He keeps roaring, as the dragons would tilt their heads. Watching their motherly figure jump for joy. Literally. “Charlie-!” You laughed, as he was just to full of excitement. Laughing, cheering, and crying. That’s when one of the older mothers would grab him by the collar. Yanking him into the air, before plopping him right next to you. As if to convey that he better step up now. That had you laugh, as he pouted at her. “I am I am-!” He said, before he was on his knees. Holding your belly. “I’m gonna be your daddy-!” He squealed, as he kissed it over. All the excitement getting the new borns curious, but those mothers made sure they didn’t get to close. Letting him have his moment. A new baby, to join the herd.

Percy

“You cannot be serious-“ Percy was blinking, as he had hardly taken two steps through the fire place. Just gotten off work, early for once, only to be surprised by you making a baby box. It was meant to be a surprise, and something you would give to him after dinner. Seems like he was still surprised, regardless. “Who had the baby this time-?” He asked, as he would set his belongings where they were designated. That had you snort, as it didn’t quite dawn on him yet. With the fact you didn’t say anything, he turned around. “Honey?” He asked again, as you keep smiling. Slowly, the gears turned, before he was left with his cloak dropped from his hands. It was him. He didn’t expect that. Was like the last one to join the family gang. He couldn’t help his worry. He didn’t exactly grow up to well. He wasn’t to well connected with his family, and only came around when it was almost to late. He didn’t want that to happen to his kid. To have such a divide. You could tell he was worried, and patted the seat next to you. He joined, and you would kiss his head. “Who do you wanna tell first?” You asked, as he held your hand. The name he said, reassured himself that this kid won’t have that tension. Not like what he made. “George is perfect.” Another kiss to his head, as the plans were made. A big and happy family.

Fred

The words barley left your lips, before you were tossed over his shoulder. As quickly as you were tossed, you were soon hearing the noise of the busy shop. "HEY EVERYONE!" He shouted, causing everyone to look up at one of the railings. George as well, with curious eyes all the same. "IM GONNA BE A DAD, AND GEORGE IS GONNA BE A UNCLE!" He cheered, and everyone was a roar of cheers as well. George was quick to drop what he was doing, and soon aparate next to him. "Put your damn mother to be down!" He laughed, as Fred finally set you down. All three of you in a warm, and tight, hug. "i'm gonna be a uncle!" George cheered, as you laughed. You had to wonder who was more excited for the baby. Your husband, or his twin? It did not matter to you. They were both so happy for this wonderful news. They just could not let you go, as they were just laughing in joy. Children. More children. What could make them hate that?

George

"Pregnant?" He whispered, as he almost looked like he would burst into tears. "I heard that right, didn't I?" He asked, as he felt over the scarred skin that was once his ear. You nodded, before you held up your hands. You could not grasp sign as fast as George did, but you knew the alphabet. P.R.E.G.N.A.N.T. Pregnant. He was soon tackling you, as he was sobbing into your shoulder. "I'm going to be a dad-" He sobbed, as you rubbed his back. Some joy, in his world of darkness. You had fallen pregnant, not long after the death of Voldemort. Made senes, since the stress was gone. For you, anyway. "Jellybean....If its a boy...." You would peck his cheek, and nod. "A boy, Fred. If a girl, Fredrick works as a beautiful middle name." You comforted, getting another hiccup in return. The world was moving on, but the world will not be forgotten. Fred lived on, and hes going to be your tiny terror. How excited you two were, for it.

Ron

“No-“ He gasped. “Really-? No-! Are you-? No-“ Was like he was trapped in a loop, as he now paced around your living room. Looking at you, before looking at his feet, then repeating. As if every time he made a full pace, he turned. You had to admit, was pretty adorable. Figured news like this would make your Auror husband short circuit a bit. You let him pace, with a smile. Just grinning, as he was trying to register it all. Suppose work fatigue makes anyone’s brain mush. Especially a job like his. You would watch him pace, until his brain was finally registering that YEP you are indeed pregnant. “Bloody hell….IM GONNA BE A DAD-!” His face was beaming, before he was stealing you into his arms. He was exhausted, but not tired enough to not huggle and cuddle. “We need to tells ‘Mione and Harry-! Oh those two will be so excited-!” He beams. Uncle Harry and Auntie Hermione. He was going to crush you, you swore, if he kept being so happy. “Blimey, guess that over time is finally coming in handy.” You hated his over time, but he had a point. Now you two had a secure start. That had you relax a little more. “Hope Harry doesn’t mine if I slow down on my career a little.” You would stroke his hair, and pecked his cheek. “He’s Harry. I’m doubtful he will be made you want to not be dead on a side walk, and leave me a single parent.” You snorted. “Yeah, probably doesn’t want history repeating.” Morbid, but point proven. “Gonna be a dad-“ He kept smiling, as he pulled you into his lap. Unable to stop holding you close. He was so happy, and you were all the same. Your family.

Ginny

“SHUT UP-!” She gasped, as she was looking towards the Quidditch stands. No way was she seeing what she was seeing. Your wife just won the first game of the season, and she was looking straight at you. In the VIP seats, and holding up a sign. I’m Pregnant. In bold and colorful letters, so she couldn’t miss it. “NO WAY-!” Ginny kept screaming, as her team mates looked over, as they were shaking hands with the enemy team. “What’s up?!” One of them asked. “IM GONNA BE A MUM-!” Ginny cheered, as that had all the broomstick flyers stare towards where her eyes looked. “CONGRATS-!” The enemy seeker said, with a clap. Good sportsmanship. “IM GONNA BE A MUM-!” What a way to start her quidditch season. The first win, and the fact she’s going to be a mom. “Well, go and fly over-!” A team mate smacked her back, and she wasn’t needed to told twice. The fans went nuts, with famous Quidditch Star Ginny Weasley was flying towards the stands. Right to you, and nearly tackling you down in the box. The fellow VIP seaters clapped for you two, as she planted a big kiss on you. Tears in the corner of her eyes, as she hugged you tightly. “You knew I would win, didn’t you?” She asked. “No, but I mean what better way to recover from a loss?” That had her smack your shoulder, but she was soon was wiping her eyes on her gloves. “Oh fuck, look at me. Crying like a girl-“ She joked, as she sniffled. She was so happy, and you were as well. She just couldn’t contain her joy. Her, you, and your own little precious snitch. What more could a girl want?

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cleake · 2 years

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HP Characters Reacting To You Drawing Them

Warning: I didn't read the books, these are my headcanons and personal ideas for the characters. It's just for fun. :)

Harry:

-"Oh! Brilliant! Yeah, sure." -He is a bit shy, but flattered, very flattered -He sits in front of you, with a nervous smile, sometimes adjusting his glasses or hair -You assure him that he looks great and he relaxes a bit, sitting more comfortably -While you work he asks from time to time some questions about your drawing journey and listens closely to your answers -He thinks about how you're going to draw his scar, are you going to make it a key thing, or represent him in another way? -When you finish and show him your work he's astonished by your talent -"Wow! This is really good! I can keep it? Oh! Thanks!"

Ron:

-"You want to draw me? I don't think I'm that special." -He's a bit hesitant at first, he feels like he doesn't deserve attention, since he is not "The Chosen One" -But you make him believe otherwise -When sat down Ron is stiff, looking away from you, smiling nervously -You tell him that he looks great and he smiles a bit more confident -He suggests ideas on how you can present him, and he comes up with some sick propositions -Once you're finished he's so happy that he has something made by someone only for him -"Bloody hell, it's fantastic! You need to show your skill more often."

Hermione:

-"Draw me? Well if it makes you happy." -She pretends that it's nothing, she may look annoyed, but inside she cares -She fixes her hair or clothes when you aren't looking -She sits properly, legs together, hands on her lap, head slightly tilted, and a soft smile on her lips -She is mostly silent but asks you questions about what you are doing at a certain moment, she's curious -She's patient, giving you time to make your art perfect, she knows how hard it can be -She's very supportive when she sees your finished work -"This is lovely!"

Fred:

-"Oh yeah? So my beauty captured you this much?" -He's so happy about it but can help not to tease you -"Are you interested in a more intimate portrait?" -He sits in a confident way, taking a lot of space -He gives you ideas for the drawing, like how he could look good on a broom, or fighting You-Know-Who -After he's done with his jokes he lets you work in silence, just sometimes giggling to himself because of your focused expression -When you sometimes look up at him, he sends you a quick wink -He's very happy when you finish the drawing, he'll show it to his friends -"Thank you, dear, we can repeat this if you want."

George:

-"You got the right twin? Because I am not sharing this position." -He's more mature about this than his twin, but he has it in his nature to make some not-in-place comments -He gives you control, you decide how he sits or holds his hands -He's intrigued by how you work, but stays silent, just looking at you -He hums quietly, gently moving his head, when you tell him to stop moving he winks at you with a smirk, but completes your order -He's moved when he sees your done work, he feels appreciated for him -"Thank you, it's beautiful."

Ginny:

-"That's nice of you." -She doesn't ask a lot of questions, just lets you do your work -She's happy to pose for you, it makes her feel seen -She smiles when you accidentally make a silly face but doesn't point it out -When you're finished she takes a while to admire your work -"It's amazing, thank you."

Luna:

-"I would love to, sitting can be fun too." -She's very calm, listens to your instructions, and is very patient -She asks you how you got to draw, or what inspires you to create, she's nice to have conversations with -She has her glasses on her nose, sitting with her knees to her chest -When you're finished she's very happy -"Oh, it's magnificent. I am so happy to keep it."

Neville:

-"Me? Are you sure?" -He's very self-conscious, and thinks you're doing it out of pity, but you assure him it's not like that -He's very nervous, he doesn't know what to do with his hands, you have to guide him a little bit -He thinks he looks bad at every angle, but you tell him that everything is perfect and that makes him feel a bit more confident -He is so grateful for this art piece, he keeps it close to him at all times -"Wow, that is so pretty, thank you Y/N."

Draco:

-"Why? For what?" -He doesn't feel comfortable with this and is suspicious you have bad intentions -But his pride wins over him and he lets you draw him -He sits proudly with a serious look on his face -He says nothing, just watches you, expecting your work will be not as high as his expectations -But he's shocked when he sees your done work -He keeps it in his room, away from others -"Well that's not as bad as I thought it will be."

Tom:

-"I can agree to that." -He sees this as an opportunity to capture his image for future -He wears his best suit, rings on his fingers, and in his hand a dark book -He sits with his head high, one leg on the other, leaning on the armchair -He doesn't talk but nods his head in approval when you stop drawing for a moment -He's very satisfied with the result and keeps the drawing well hidden -"That is good, thank you for your time."

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r2d2lover · 9 months

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Sore Loser

Paring: Ginny Weasley X f!Reader

Rating: E

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Shameless smut without plot. WLW sex. Fingering. Semi-public sex.

Summary:

Gryffindor Captain Ginny Weasley always remembers your post-game ritual.

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Shameless plotless Ginny x f!reader smut. Nothing more. For as much as I write jock!Weasley one shots, you'd think I'd try to understand Quidditch more lol.

You almost lost your entire grip on your broomstick as Harry Potter flies past you, waving the Golden Snitch in your face. You spit a curse that the wind carries off and you started to make your descent as the cheers from Gryffindor’s stand rings your ears. On the ground, your teammates met your solemn look as you wave everyone together to tell them that it was a game well played. Slytherin and Gryffindor have had an intense Quidditch rival all season and this loss stung even more because it now meant that the teams were neck and neck for the championships. As your team slunk back to the locker room, you turn your head to see Ginny Weasley being lifted up by her housemates alongside Harry. She catches your stare and gives a devious smirk that makes your stomach flip. Looking away quickly, you turn to head towards the direction of the Slytherin locker room, unable to hide your smile. You start to walk towards the opening of the stadium that is adorned with the Slytherin symbol but make a sharp left to another opening in the arena that leads to the bottom of the house stands.

“You looked so upset after the game I was starting to think that you were gonna leave me here,” A voice greeted you from behind the wooden pillar. Ginny revealed herself, tossing her fiery colored hair to the side.

“Aw, I’m not a sore loser like you,” You quip back, starting to undo your hair as well.

You’re not entirely sure how this little rendezvous started if you’re being completely honest. Not that you minded. Ginny stepped into the captain position in the middle of the season after Harry was put on academic probation by Professor McGonagall. You had been the Slytherin captain for almost two years now, begrudgingly sharing the position with Draco Malfoy. You and Ginny were destined to be rivals, evident to the entire school when you got into your arguments after the game when you accused each other of cheating. But after one particular argument where you two pushed each other to this very spot, the accusations and bickering melted into a wordless entanglement of lips and limbs. Now it was a secret post-game ritual for the both of you.

Like clockwork, Ginny grabbed you by your hair, pulling you into a deep kiss. The taste of her vanilla lip balm drove you crazy, encouraging your hands to clasp behind her neck. Ginny never showed interest in you outside of this moment, while it wasn’t a secret that you couldn’t be bothered with the boys of Hogwarts. But Ginny took control of every situation she was a part of, and this was no different.

Her hands traced the curve of your breasts down to your waist like muscle memory. You let out a sigh as Ginny moved her lips to the curve of your neck and blindly loosened the ties on your pants. You followed suit by prying Ginny’s red cloak off of her shoulders, letting your hands linger across her chest. The feeling that filled your stomach was primal, heightened by the residual adrenaline from the game. Ginny let out a moan when you flexed your fingers over her breasts, and she quickly unbuttoned her top to allow you more access. There wasn’t much talking between the two of you during these moments, but both of you moved against each other’s bodies with ease.

You moved your hand back to her chest, feeling the warmth before pulling down her bra to reveal her nipples. You broke the kiss to look at Ginny’s flushed face and traced the creeping flush back down to her chest. You leaned down, taking one of her nipples into your mouth, eliciting a sharp inhale from the redhead. A small smile formed on your lips as you relished in the moment where she was melting into your touch. However, as quickly as the moment happened, Ginny snapped to her senses and pushed you back into the wooden pillar, kissing you with her hand wrapped around your neck. She mimicked your earlier movements, practically ripping the buttons off your shirt. She dragged her hand into your bra, finding your nipples with her thumb and forefinger. Ginny moved the hand on your neck up higher to rest under your chin, making you look up at her as you moaned against the feeling of her tugging at your nipples. She moved her leg in-between yours, effectively planting you against the wooden pillar, but also offering you an opportunity to release the building tension between your thighs. You bucked up your hips, desperate for the friction.

Ginny had you exactly where she wanted, smirking at your pleading moans. She leaned in for another kiss, nipping at your bottom lip. Her hand dropped from your neck down to your pants and she slid her hand between the leather uniform and your underwear. Ginny rubbed teasing circles through the fabric with a painfully light touch, turning you into jelly against the pillar.

“Please, touch me,” You begged pathetically, returning your hands back to her chest.

“Mmm, but I already am,” Ginny’s green eyes were dark with lust and you knew that her patience was running thin as well. You tried to choke out another “please,” but Ginny moved her hand so that she was pressing her fingers against your bare clit. The words forming on your lips turned into a drawl of her name as she started circling her finger, giving you much needed relief. You tried to focus back on flicking your thumbs over her nipples, but Ginny dropped her head back down to your neck, biting at the soft skin by your collarbones. Her finger moved from your sensitive nerve to trace your slick and she gave a satisfied chuckle at how wet you were. You decided that it was easier to mirror her movements, so you haphazardly pulled down her pants and traced the curve of her hips. Ginny slid a single digit into you, rendering you thoughtless. Your hand continued to ghost over her bare hips as you threw your head forward into her shoulder. Moving rhythmically, Ginny curled her finger and used her thumb to continue rubbing circles on your throbbing clit. It didn’t seem to bother Ginny that you weren’t able to touch her and you thought that she was primarily getting off at how she was turning you into putty. She added another finger and any thoughts you had before disappeared. The only thing you could mutter over and over was Ginny’s name into her shoulder and a weak string of words that were meant to tell her how good it felt. You cursed the setting you were in, wishing she was able to put her mouth on you. After the last game, she snuck the both of you into the closet where the Quidditch balls were held and undid you with her skillful mouth.

“Gin, let me touch you,” You managed to squeak out, but Ginny only hushed you and quickened her fingers. The familiar feeling of your release was building rapidly and she knew that. Ginny returned for a kiss, but you could barely form your lips against hers against your ragged breathing and moans. Ginny moved her head back to your breasts, taking a nipple into her mouth and the feeling was enough for your knees to buckle.

“Cum for me,” Ginny slurred, making your earth shatter. You threw your head back against the pillar and grinded down on her hands, mixing her name in with curses. Ginny removed her hand with a smirk, locking eyes with you as she licked her forefinger and middle finger. Your vision blurred at the sinful scene, but you regained consciousness to reach for her pants.

“I swear I saw Ginny go this way!” A voice called from the other side of the curtain that made the both of you freeze. Ginny let out a curse under her breath and looked pained as she started to redress herself with you following suit.

“Don’t think this is over,” Ginny whispered, grabbing your face. “We’ll have to continue this in the prefect bathroom.”

All you could do was nod wordlessly at her command before placing a kiss on her neck. Ginny moved a stray piece of hair out of your face, letting her hand float by your cheek.

“And you owe me a date,” Ginny smiled, making your eyes go wide.

“D-deal,” You stammered. Ginny placed another kiss on your lips before ducking out the other side of the Quidditch tent near the Gryffindor side, chastising her teammates for not being able to find her.

#ginny weasley x reader #ginny weasley smut #wlw smut #harry potter fanfic #Harry Potter smut

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shelbgrey · 1 year

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Ginny: I found something under your bed this morning and Y/n .. It 's very disappointing...

*Y/n's mind*

Draco's Wand?

Draco's tie?

Draco's quidditch shirt?

His robes?

His rings?

Polaroids of us?

Love letters from Draco?

Draco?

.... DRACO?

Ginny: dirty clothes ... Get it before mum sees.

#Draco malfoy imagines #Incorrect Harry Potter quotes #Draco malfoy #Weasley family #Ginny Weasley #Tom Felton #draco malfoy one shot #Draco malfoy X reader #Ginny Weasley x reader

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ginevrapng · 9 months

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i just know that, at one point, every weasley would fancy a slytherin and then get pissed off about it

#i'll probably write something about this eventually asdfghjk #weasley x reader #weasley x slytherin reader #ron weasley x reader #fred weasley x reader #george weasley x reader #ginny weasley x reader #percy weasley x reader #etc...#♡ lana talks

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vante1920pm · 1 year

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──;; 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 ★☆

★ 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: finally got my coffee so i could write again. the only motivation i need 🤧

requests are open ! <3

◎ | harry potter masterlist

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

☆ 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: stealing a lil pecki peck from your partner

☆ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: luna, ginny, percy, fleur

☆ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: fluff, ooc, not proofread, gn!reader

☆ 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱: no

❛ LUNA ! ❜

-ㅤㅤ giggles when she sees it's just you

There's nothing that could bright her day like your presence. Takes your hand in hers and gives you a little pick on the cheek.

❛ GINNY ! ❜

-ㅤㅤ surprised at first but runs after you when you try to escape

You can't outrun her, no matter how hard you try. Ginny has you in her grip in a matter of seconds. Tickles you to the ground and laughs with you, she has no mercy for you tho.

❛ PERCY ! ❜

-ㅤㅤ scolds you because it was in the halls, where everyone could've seen you💀

He was more scared that one of his siblings could run into you, so you have to reassure him that no one saw it. He's a bit nervous and annoyed but suddenly drags you in an empty classroom after he checked for any witnesses...🤭

❛ FLEUR ! ❜

-ㅤㅤ definitely yelps <3

Once she realizes it's just you, she gives you a playful shove. Pulls you back to her and kisses you on your lips.

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cassieb1617 · 2 years

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𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬!!

Just some of my favourite fanfictions I felt the need to share with you <3

Always read the warnings in chapters and the thrid link is always smut!

Harry Potter

James Potter

Chaser at heart -> @messers-moony

Jealousy, jealousy -> @letterstotheflre

Dumb dove -> @lonelyhe4rts (ft. Lily Evan)

Regulus Black

Annoted books & sleek hardcovers -> @messers-moony

Nothing left -> @messers-moony

This one -> @proserpina-magnus

Remus Lupin

Whistle -> @messers-moony

Brother’s best friend -> @lonelyhe4rts

Corrupted -> @ameliora-j (dark)

Sirius Black

I’m losing you -> @messers-moony

Shadows of the night -> @velvetcloxds

Little red -> @sunrisefairy

Fred Weasley

Tired eyes are the death of me -> @alincstarkovs

Memory lane -> @onlyfreds

Plaything -> @theoreticslut

George Weasley

Pretending is a gateaway car -> @writesowhatnext

That’a not my name -> @comfortwriting

Plaything -> @theoreticslut

Charlie Weasley

Under the sun -> @futurewriter2000

This one shot -> @book-boys-are-my-guilty-pleasure

Plaything -> @theoreticslut

Ginny Weasley

Already perfect -> @robynlilyblack

Acceptance -> @dracossweetprincess

Three -> @slytherweasley

Hermione Granger

Dad, dad? -> @robynlilyblack

George orwell wrapped in brown paper -> @lonelyhe4rts

Three -> @slytherweasley

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

Carrying your love with me -> @sergeantxrogers

Obvious -> @babyboibucky

Temptation -> @goldenjo

Steve Rogers

Lily -> @

Tomorrowland -> @onsunnyside (has a little bit smut in it but not much)

What a world -> @onsunnyside (it’s a whole masterlist/series but trust me, it’s good)

Sam Wilson

Swiftie in the making -> @velvetcloxds

Sunshine -> @val-made-a-mistake

Above us all the stars are watching -> @val-made-a-mistake

Pietro Maximoff

A bit distracted -> @acciopietro

Sticky notes -> @acciopietro

Sokovian vodka -> @acciopietro

Natasha Romanoff

Oblivious genius -> @natsfirecat

Work wives -> @togrowoldinv

Patience -> @twilight-99-tm

Wanda Maximoff

For love -> @wanderlustpeach

In sickness and in health -> @auraticere

Edge of the pool -> @aves-ery

Blogs you should check out <3

@onsunnyside

@acciopietro

@messers-moony

@velvetcloxds

@celebtattletale

@letterstotheflre

and many more that I can’t tag anymore but check also the accounts that are linked to the fics out <3

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holyhead-hufflepuff · 1 year

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oh, to be in love

LOVE INTEREST X READER

“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.” ― Alfred Tennyson

notes: the way that I teared up reading love quotes to pick for this lol. anyway shoutout to anyone who can make you feel this way bc they deserve it

"I love you." The words rang in your ears and settled in the warmest, softest part of your body and soul. It was the feeling of riding rollercoasters and having your body anticipate the first drop but still be shocked by the thrill of it happening. It's only three words. The phrase had been spoken to you — around you— for 20 years, but hearing it with your body pressed against theirs meant something more. You'd read a million romances and watched thousands of hopeless pairings find their way to each other. You'd closed your eyes a hundred times and imagined a future with the 'perfect' someone. All of it was sweet and romantic, but this was better.

You'd fallen for others in the past, taken part in one-sided sob stories more times than you'd like to admit, and ached for love. You've run to catch falling stars and been willing to touch the sun's core for people other than them. That was infatuation, but this was love.

The feeling of being in love with them is unexplainable in words. It's closing your eyes when songs that remind you of them comes on, and then, you play a film of memories of them. It's watching a movie a hundred times before but getting excited for the big reveal because they've never gotten to experience it. It's the shivers you get when you step out of a warm house on a cold, dewy morning. Being in love with them is living the same way you have for 20 years, but now you cry at love songs because you relate to them. An anthology of experiences was the closest you could get; even then, something wasn't there.

Up close and in the warmth of home, the two of you are mundane and far from sappy rom-com couples and their grand gestures. It's being too lazy to make yourself food, so they make it for you. Your relationship is knowing they need time to themselves and giving them space, even though it makes you pout a little. It's 'have fun at work, honey' kisses, saving the last spoonful of ice cream, stealing glances at them when driving, and nagging them playfully. The best part is when you are against them, and when you look up to stare at them lovingly, they're already staring down at you.

Being in love with them was being in love with your best friend.

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chapter eleven

summary: it was only meant to be a purely transactional relationship. he would help her strengthen her abilities in return for her getting his friends out of his father's nasty path. he didn't mean to fall for her, but loving her was the easiest thing in his dark world.

no use of y/n, but your general nickname is Meadow. all characters are aged up to be over 18.

pairings: mattheo riddle x fem!ravenclaw reader; platonic!slytherins x fem!reader; platonic!golden trio x fem!reader

warning(s): fighting, mentions blood, more angst lol

series masterlist; previous part; next part

The three of you sit in varying states of unrest beside Ron's hospital bed.

Hermione was still gripping his hand, as if her touch would entice him to wake up; Ginny was throwing a ball against the nearest wall as she quietly chatted to Mione, ignoring the glares of annoyance from the matron every time her ball made a thwack sound against the stone; you were sat on one of the uncomfortable chairs, a copy of 'Mythical Lore' in your lap, your eyes darting to and from Ron's chest to check that he was still breathing. Harry was Merlin knows where, but you knew he'd be back soon, never willing to leave his friends in distress for too long.

It had been like this for hours. Your tears had dried up and your anger had simmered away slowly; all that was left was the hollow feeling of helplessness and despair as you sat there.

Helpless against the poison that was slowly leaving Ron's bloodstream.

Helpless against forces that harmed your friends.

Helpless to whatever was happening to you.

A monster is what you were. A mythical, dangerous monster. Your gut churned with unease.

The somewhat peaceful atmosphere was interrupted as the doors to the Hospital Wing behind you burst open in a flurry that alerted Madame Pomfrey instantly.

"What is the meaning of this?" she said to whoever had appeared in the doorway. You swivelled in your seat to see, noting Ginny's incredulous look and Hermione's annoyed one, which could only mean one thing.

"Where is my Won-Won?" the squeaky voice of Lavender Brown sliced through the calm. "Cormac McClaggen told me he was here but I didn't believe him."

Madame Pomfrey tutted at her dramatics and pointed the girl in the direction of where you were all sat. You tensed at the blazing heat simmering in Lavender's eyes as she looked between Hermione's hand in Ron's.

"Y'alright Brown?" you say with a grimaced smile, discontent with the fact that you knew the other two wouldn't dare to speak. "Ron's been out for a few hours. Should be cognisant properly in a week's time."

Apparently you'd taken to snarky remarks to cover up your terror at the fact that he had not so much as stirred from his dreamless sleep. She turns to you then, her features betraying how worried she was for her boyfriend, but she had let jealousy rear its ugly head.

"And what is she doing here?" she hisses, pointedly looking at Hermione as you and Ginny share bewildered looks.

"Well-" you say, awkwardly glancing between the girls, "Well they're friends aren't they?"

"Yes well, you're friends with Theodore Nott, but it's so obvious that you're fucking each other behind closed doors." she snaps and you gape at her in disbelief. "Forgive me if I don't think that Granger's intentions are any less pure."

"I am not fucking Theodore." you jibe, throwing a whithering glare at Ginny who had let out a loud snort at Lavender's self assured statement.

"I've been friends with him for longer than he knew of your existence." Mione snapped, not letting go of Ron's hand, scowling as Lavender lets out a catty laugh.

"You're joking right? The two of you haven't had a civil conversation in weeks. But I suppose you want to make up with him now that he's all interesting." she says shrilly and its Ginny who whirls on her this time.

"You call being poisoned interesting? Are you that dim?" she questions and Lavender's resolve jostles only slightly.

Suddenly, Ron's features contort in discontent.

"Oh look at that." Lavender says smugly, eyes flicking to Hermione's grimacing face. "He senses my presence."

You yelp as she practically shoves you away from where you are sat, leaning over to peak at her boyfriend's face as it twitches with his dreams. He begins to mumble something that you can't make out and Lavender begins to encourage him to speak up, as if he'd be able to hear her.

You just stare at the back of the girl's head in annoyance until she staggers away, mouth agape with shock. You're confused until you hear it for yourself.

"Her- Mione. Mione. Mione." he chants her name like a siren's song.

Hermione smiles gently and her thumbs caresses his hand softly as he continues to mumble incoherently in his sleep. Lavender lets out a broken exhale and promptly flees the ward. You pity her in that moment. Not even the most incorrigible of people deserve that kind of betrayal.

The three of you are silent as you watch Ron. But he's sound asleep again. Still, as if it had been a combined figment of your imaginations. You stand to make the matron aware of this development, playfully shoving Ginny away as she taunts you.

"I can't believe she thought you and Nott are fucking." she laughed. "Unbelievable."

"Shut up." you berate her and she lets out a giggle before replying in a barely hidden whisper.

"Wrong Slytherin Prince, right?"

She smirks as you throw up a middle finger towards her as you reach the matron's office on the other end of the Hospital Wing.

~∞~

Somehow you've mastered the accute art of stealth.

In the week that has passed, you have managed to drift through the castle halls without so much as crossing paths with any of the Slytherin group. Partly due to the fact that you spent your time in the Hospital Wing with a near-cognisant Ron, in classes or in your dorm. You didn't dare go to the Room of Requirement or the library and you were eternally grateful that it was not your week to do the nightly Patrols.

Ancient Runes proved to be a difficult feat, but you somehow coerced a fellow Ravenclaw to switch seats with you in exchange for completing the next essay so that they could focus on training for the quidditch match at the end of the week. Under normal circumstances you would've abhorred the idea of it, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

You could feel his eyes practically burning holes to the back of your head in all your shared classes, and you felt him in the corridors, but you didn't dare give in. You didn't want to see him. Couldn't bare to face him.

Mattheo was restless and agitated. All week long you wouldn't so much as look at him, let alone deign to spend an ounce of time with him. He was worried.

When you slammed the common room door in his face a week ago, he had reluctantly confessed to his friends about what the two of you had discovered; each of his friends were wholly willing to help him find a way to help you, if only he could tell you the good news.

And he'd tried. He'd reached over the tether that had connected your mind to his, but each time he was met with an offensive wall of dark stone. You'd blocked him out completely, and he would've been impressed if he wasn't so desperate to hear your voice.

Now he knows how you must've felt all those weeks ago, but it's different now. Now there are feelings involved. Now he doesn't know how to cope without your snark and sarcasm.

When he found Jeremy Stretton sat in your seat in Ancient Runes he found his reigned in emotions snapping. Especially when he saw that you were sat in the front, happily chatting away to Hermione and one of the Patil twins, waiting for Professor Babbling to turn up. He doesn't know why the sight of the Chaser makes his blood boil.

Mattheo slammed his hands onto the desk, bringing his face level with Stretton's, who had looks up in startled alarm. Mattheo was seething, and he didn't particularly care that everyone was beginning to peer curiously at the scene that was beginning to unfold.

"What the fuck are you doing at my table, Stretton?" he snarled, eyes narrowing as his hands tightened around the lip of the desk.

To his credit, Jeremy shook off his stupor and looked at Mattheo obstinately.

"I'm sitting in my seat, Riddle. Problem?" the Ravenclaw chaser replied, challenge flaring in his oceanic eyes.

Mattheo's glare became venomous.

"That...is not...your seat." he said slowly, his voice low and dangerous. He could see you standing up in his peripheral, looking as if your going to intervene, but Granger stops you with a hand to your shoulder, a look of incredulity on her face. "I suggest you move, before I move you myself."

"Well actually," Stretton says with a barely there smirk, "I think you'll find that it is my seat. I don't know why it's taken her so long to do so, but Meadow practically begged me to swap and I can only oblige to her wishes."

He sees red almost instantly and Stretton's shirt collar finds its way into the clenched fists of Mattheo's hands, his hot breath fanning over the Ravenclaw's smirking face. He now knows why fury coats his every being with a tiny detail that whispered to his consciousness. Stretton had taken you to the Yule Ball two years ago. This was a product of pure jealousy as well as rage.

"Oooh did I hit a nerve?" Stretton says. "What could dear, sweet Meadow possibly see in you, Riddle?"

Mattheo doesn't register the feeling of his fist untangling from the shirt collar, until he feels the soft cartilage of Stretton's nose breaking beneath bloodied knuckles. He can vaguely hear Theodore and Pansy telling him to stop, can barely hear the sounds of people jeering and gasping at the scene. But what he does hear is your blessed voice.

"Mattheo stop it." you say, and it's like the sound brushes away the feelings clouding all his senses. He lets go of Stretton, who flops to the floor unceremoniously, but he doesn't pay him another glance. Not when you're looking at him the way you are. With bewilderment and what he thinks is unease. His breathing is ragged as he steps towards you, but you step back.

"Are you insane?" you hiss at him and to his utter horror, you turn your gaze to the blubbering boy on the floor and kneel down to help him instead.

"Jeremy?" the way you say his name with a soft tone grates through him and he's about to step towards you again, when Theodore's firm hand on his chest stops him.

"Let it go. You've already caused quite the scene brother." his voice is a gentle caress to his ears and his graciously listens to Theo who sighs in relief, pushing Mattheo out of the door, ignoring the shouts of Professor Babbling, who had just entered the classroom.

~∞~

Wordlessly, you heal Jeremy's wounds as Professor Babbling meanders in, unaware of the turmoil that had occurred only moments ago. Jeremy was hissing and cursing as your magic washed over his skin.

"You can take your godsdamned seat back, Meadow." he spat. "It's so not worth getting another beating over."

You smile grimly at him, guilt clouding your eyes. "Of course. I'm sorry, Jeremy."

"Not your fault, love." It's nearly impossible for you to hide the way the nickname makes you cringe. "Can't say I won't miss the opportunity for some extra quidditch practice though."

He bats your healing hands away as Professor Babbling stands above the two of you.

"What on Earth is going on?" she says, voice stern. "Does it have anything to do with why Masters Riddle and Nott are notably absent?"

Jeremy nods immediately at the same time that you freeze, not willing to give them up so easily. He stares at you incredulously. You clear your throat awkwardly.

"Uh, yes. Yeah." you say in a muted whisper. "But it's been sorted."

Jeremy throws you a look, which you adamantly ignore as you rise and go towards Pansy's table, taking Theo's empty seat. She doesn't so much as look your way, tense as you sit down. You close your eyes and sigh.

"Look I'm sorry that I've not spoken to you." you mumble without turning to face her.

"Ignored and neglected more like." she retorts in response. "I had no idea about Ron, Meadow. You have to believe me."

You reach over and squeeze her hand in your's. "I do believe you, Pans. I do. But it doesn't mean that the others didn't. And I-"

You're cut off by Professor Babbling's introduction to the lesson's topic, but the squeeze that Pansy's hand gives your's is all you need to know that you're both okay. And that's enough for now.

"For what it's worth," she mumbles almost imperceptibly. "You're doing an awfully good job of avoiding him. I've never seen Mattheo so ruffled."

Instead of satisfaction, that statement only brings you an aching sense of pain. And whether you do it unconsciously or not, you'll never admit, but your mental walls break down the smallest amount.

Enough for him to know that you're in as much agony as he is.

~∞~

As soon as Pansy leaves your side after you've walked out of Ancient Runes, Hermione is there immediately.

"Okay, what in Merlin's name happened in there?" she asks incredulously.

"We both know Riddle has a short fuse, Mione. It's not that abnormal to see." you retort and she gives you a disbelieving look.

"Maybe so, but it can't be just me that's noticed that he hasn't resorted in bloody fist fighting in months." Damn her and her brilliant observation skills. "And why was Stretton in your seat in the first place?"

"I asked to swap." you say with a shrug and when you don't give her the answer she's no doubt looking for, she pins you with a glare.

"You've been avoiding them all week. Parkinson, Nott and Riddle. You've spent more time with me, Ginny and Harry this week than you have all year."

"Tired of my presence already, Mione?" you say with the ghost of a smirk of your face. When she doesn't return your humour, you sigh. "I've been a little busy with visiting Ron. And maybe Harry's spiels have been getting to me."

"What?" she questions before lowering her voice. "You think they're Death Eaters?"

"I don't know what to think." you say. "But I can't talk to them. I won't."

"You spoke to Pansy, just fine earlier."

"She's not the one I'm avoiding."

A brief glance into her mind shows you that she thinks you're speaking about Theo. And while the thought of speaking to him after what he no doubt had a hand in helping orchestrate, seeing Mattheo, speaking to Mattheo, makes your heart want to drop right down to your stomach.

You can still feel the phantom of his power all this time later. Though that could just be you imagining it; you don't doubt that the brief feeling you got was exhilarating. It terrified you.

"Are you coming to see Ron after lunch?" Hermione asks as you part ways for your differing classes.

"Yeah. I'll find you in the Great Hall once I've finished Astronomy." you smile in farewell as she makes her way towards her Arithmancy lesson.

Your smile slips immediately as you turn the corner, because you find yourself trapped between a cold stone pillar, and his strong, muscled chest, his arms straining as they pin you to the hard structure. You don't look up to lock eyes, instead glaring intently at his loosened Slytherin tie.

"Hello, Princess." Mattheo spits menacingly. All he gets in response is a huff from you. "Still intent on avoiding me, are you?" he lets out a dark chuckle that sets your skin alight, and you can tell without looking that a sinister smirk paints his gorgeous face.

You feel as he sensually caresses your mind, and it has you keening into him.

Let me back in. His deep voice is demanding and assertive. At your blatent refusal he growls. Why won't you let me in?

I can't. You say back, your inner voice a mere whimper in comparison to his. He tilts his head down to look at you, chasing your eyes with his own. He can feel your fear and self hatred like it was highlighted in bold colours for all to see.

"What are you so afraid of, darling?" he asks out loud in a low and raspy tone that makes you melt. Your eyes shut on instinct, squeezing away the light until your dizzy.

"I'm going to be late for Astronomy." you say, deflecting and he scoffs, pushing you further into the wall.

"It's barely eleven o'clock. I'm sure you're not going to miss a change in star pattern any time soon."

"That's not even the point and you know it." you argue, trying in vain to evade his strong hold.

"Stop avoiding us. Stop avoiding me." he begs. "Do you know how insufferable Teddy has been?"

"What a horrible thing to say about your best friend." you retort halfheartedly. But Mattheo is only partially glad that you're returning his words with quips of sarcasm. He sighs.

"I don't blame you for what happened in my dorm, love." Unlike how you cringed away from Stretton, your heart sings at the nickname. "'S not your fault."

"I could've drained you to death, Théo." you say quietly, and his face heats at the shortened nickname. One that he had not heard in years, since the passing of Theodore's mother. "I don't know how you can stand to be around me."

You're still evading his eye contact, so he lifts a hand from the wall and gently cradles your chin, moving your gaze to his; bloody knuckles contrasting with the smoothness of your skin.

"You're not a monster." he says resolutely, like he truely believes it. "You never have been, and you never will be. Not to me, not to my friends, not to your friends, either."

Your brow furrows and your eyes line with unshed tears.

"I went to Dumbledore." you say and he stills. "After I left your common room. I went to him and he said I was a weapon. Because I can detect certain magical objects and people."

Mattheo's body lit up with fury again. You were not a weapon to be used and discarded. No, you were a person who did not belong on the frontlines of war.

"And what did you say to that?" he asks you, onyx eyes narrowed in anger that was not directed your way.

"I told him that I didn't know how to control it. That I wasn't interested in being fated to die." you say, and it feels good to talk about things you're too afraid to speak to your friends about. "I asked him to grant you all safety too."

At this, Mattheo's gaze snaps right to your own. Incredulity lacing his features. "Why would you do that?"

"He could see right through my shield." you defend yourself at his tone. "He refused anyhow. Said you had to ask for yourselves, and he knows that you won't."

He admired your ire for his friends. But he almost winces at the glare you send his way.

"You knew that he wouldn't help any of you no matter when or how I asked. Didn't you?" you couldn't believe him.

"You learn to expect nothing less from the people who expect nothing but bad intentions from you, sweetheart." he replied with a shrug. "Though I wish they'd help the others, no matter if they associate with me or not."

His face is dark as he lets you go. But you don't move away. Instead you tilt your head and stare up at him, eyes moving across his features: from his onyx eyes framed by gloriously long lashes; to the bridge of his nose, crooked from previous fights with a long scar stretching across the middle of it; to his perfect mouth that pouts slightly as he gazes down at you.

Keep looking at me like that and I'll take you in this very corridor. He snarls in your mind and you smirk.

Kinky. But I draw the line at exhibitionism. You pat at his hard, muscled chest and make to move away and run towards the class that you are no doubt now late for. But he stops you with a firm grip to your bicep and he spins you around to face him again.

"Tease." he mutters with his own smirk as he presses his lips to your's. It's as euphoric as the first time, and every time after that as his lips fight against your's, ultimately winning your miniature battle for dominance. You mewl into his mouth as his tongue brushes against your's, hands clawing at the hairs at the nape of his neck as he pushes you into the wall once more.

You're so lost in eachother that you don't hear them when they turn the corner. Ginny and Harry stop dead in their tracks as they stare at the two of you wide eyed. The former smirks at the thought of finally catching you out but it drops immediately when she turns to the boy beside her who is visibly fuming. And she can't steer him away fast enough to save you from his wrath.

"Shacking up with Death Eaters now, Meadow? I thought that was below you." the spitting sound of your best friend's voice breaks you from your daydream like state and you force yourself away from Mattheo's wondering mouth to gape at your two friends.

Ginny is sending you an apologetic look which you bypass in order to face the scathing eyes of Harry Potter.

"Harry-" you say, stepping out from where you're trapped between Mattheo and the wall, and you're so grateful that he doesn't keep you pinned there, instead he stands slightly infront of you, arms folded, a glare set on his face.

"Don't." Harry says, eying the way Riddle stands infront of you protectively. "All this time, I thought you were only tutoring him for Nott's sake. But, of course you just had to get in his bed, too."

The hand on his bicep is the only thing stopping Mattheo from launching at the boy.

"Watch it, Potter." he snaps, his position infront of you turning defensive.

Harry lets out an incredulous laugh; Ginny's attempts to persuade him to leave it alone, are ignored.

"I overheard you." he continues as if Mattheo had not spoken at all. "In Dumbledore's office. Begging him to help your friends."

You don't know what to say. Starstruck by his anger. But you understand why he's angry at you, and that ache burns ever brighter in your chest.

"The same friends who have tormented us, tormented you for years. How can you even ask such a thing?"

"They deserve to be helped just as much as the rest of us." you say at last, your voice quiet and on the verge of cracking with emotion. The lump in your throat gets bigger with every word you speak. "You know what it's like to grow up in an unwanted home Harry. You know that no one deserves that."

"That's not the point Meadow." he snaps and he visibly delights in the way you recoil at his words. "They're all Death Eaters. Working for his–" he points a steady finger to the boy stood beside you, "-father. Did you ever stop to think that they were buttering you up to take to him once they got wind of your powers."

You blanch at that and turn your gaze to Ginny. She gapes between the three of you and avoids Harry's eyes. "I didn't tell anyone. I promise you, Meadow." her resolute tone is the only thing grounding you to reality right now.

Harry shakes his head. "Dumbledore told me that you can siphon people's power as well as perform Occlimency. When were you going to tell us?" his anger gives way to betrayal as he looks you up and down. And the way he spits out the word 'siphon' tells you everything you need to know. He thinks you're a monster.

"I was going to tell the rest of you." you promise, not looking at Ginny again. "But only when I had a better grasp of it."

Harry scoffs and steps towards you. Rolling his eyes when Mattheo stands directly ahead of you.

"Back off Potter. If you know what's good for you."

The way his venomous lilt travels through you should make you ashamed, but it only sends sparks of arousal to your core.

Harry only looks at you from over Mattheo's shoulder, distain painting his pale face as he utters a heartbreaking sentence before he leaves, with Ginny following quickly behind him, with a silent promise to find you later and apologise for Harry's (entirely justifiable, you think) words.

"Don't go to see Ron later, and don't you dare seek us out again. I don't trust you, and I don't know if I ever will again."

Mattheo is onto you the second the pair depart, wrapping you in his arms as you collapse from the onslaught of emotion that crashes down on you.

What have I done? What have I done? What have I done? You say over and over and he does his best to comfort you, going as far as to sit against the wall, cold floor stinging against the fabric of his school trousers, cradling you into his chest.

It's okay. I'll fix it. I promise. Is all he can muster up in comfort as you crumble before his very eyes, sinking into his embrace.

~∞~

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What Kissing The Weasley Siblings Feels Like

Warnings: Fluff, Sensual, a little risky, no smut, graphic descriptions of lips and smoochies. 16+? Think that works

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William ‘Bill’

Given half his face is missing he doesn’t really like giving kisses. It’s awkward, and strange. To only have half your mouth. How his lips are never able to be soft, or how there is so much teeth. Despite it, you would always kiss the corner of his mouth. He deserved to be kissed, and that is simply that. You find a way, and doing so warms his soul. One day, he finally gets brave enough to return a kiss. It’s awkward, it’s strange, but his intent is all that matters. He was horribly anxious, but followed through. Besides. A little tongue makes it more fun anyway. Whenever the full moon gets closer, you expect getting nothing but tongue and teeth anyway. What’s some more?

Charlie

Warm. They are always so warm, and chapped from the heat. He works with dragons all day, and you can always taste the ash on his breath. He’s a passionate man. He is so intense. Every kiss is like being swallowed whole by the embers of the very dragons he has tamed. He’s so passionate. A man that would lift you off your feet, and have you arched in his strong hands. As if he is trying to consume you, and lick your skin like an angry fire. He is a man that knows what he wants. What he wants is to make sure you know he loves you. He wants you so very bad

Percy

He’s always been quite the prim and proper type. His kisses tend to be quick, short, and almost sharp. Like a peck to the cheek. He has just always had trouble showing affection, but you knew that when you signed up with him. So it wasn’t like he manipulated you into thinking one thing over the other. Regardless, he does try. When his lips do find yours, they are nice. His lips are honestly softer than you expect. He always did take good care of himself after all. They never last to long, but you enjoy them while you can. He’s stepping out of his comfort zone, and you are proud of him for doing such. That’s what matters, after all. You’ll get more. You know you will.

Fred

He’s an intense fella. He likes to plaster you in little kisses, before becoming a living cartoon and dipping you into a passionate embrace. He loves to use kisses to fluster your soul, and be playful in soaking you in little ones. You swear every time you meet he makes sure to leave a kiss on you somewhere. His lips are warm, and a bit chapped. He works with fire works all day, kinda a given. Always the taste of ash on his tongue, but you are fine with it. You just adore how he’s always excited to give you kisses. Each other so alive. He’s just in love. What can he say?

George

Similar to his twin, but still his own person entirely. He’s a bit more emotional. He likes to let kiss be a bit gentler, and lets them last longer. He would trail soft kisses from your cheek, ghost your lips, and go to the next cheek. Then slap a long passionate one, right on your lips. He likes showing his emotions through his lips. Short kisses of excitement, long kisses of need, ghosting to tease. He loves to make use of his mouth, what can he say? He does more than talk your ear off about his latest invention. Mans knows how to work those lips to his advantage. In all the right places.

Ron

He’s an awkward guy. His kisses are either shy, or way too much mouth. You kinda have to teach him. As if either of you complain. He’s just a little dork. YOUR dork. Once he gets his footing, he’s enjoying himself. He still uses more mouth than lips, but you’ve grown to rather love it. How he’s just starving to have you. Even if you were gone just a few minutes. How he utterly craves your touch. It’s addictive. You’ve grown to adore those sloppy kisses he has to offer. They are HIS kisses after all. It makes him all the more special. He’s your dorky guy. All yours, and all his kisses belong to you. So hungry, and devouring.

Ginny

She’s a professional Quidditch player. Do not expect her lips not to be cracked, bloody, dry, what have you. Doesn’t mean her kisses are any less adored. She’s one for quick pecks, as she’s always running off somewhere to do something. You are in love with a Jock. A Weasley Jock no less. Regardless, she knows how to kiss. She knows that sometimes you deserve longer smooches. She does, however, enjoy cheek kisses. She loves giving cheek kisses. Platonic, romantic, she’s a cheek kisser. She will hug you tight, and plant multiple cheek kisses all over you, when she’s really excited. She’s the child of six older brothers. She’s a bit aggressive, but that’s what made you fall in love with her. Ain’t that right?

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enweasley · 14 days

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would it be a good idea to write a fanfiction about my own character in hogwarts legacy? He's a weasley (duh doi) - Finn Weasley. i think it would be cool to write a reader insert about him (cuz holy smokes im falling for him) and base imagines off the hogwarts legacy plot but i dont wanna do it if people arent gonna be interested

lmk :)

ps - i have a bunch of gif ideas for him omg

#weasley #harry potter #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy x reader #ominis gaunt x reader #sebastian sallow x mc #hogwarts legacy reader insert #ominis gaunt imagine #sebastian x reader #finn weasley #fred weasly x reader #george weasly x reader #ron weasley x reader #charlie weasley x reader #ginny weasley x reader #bill weasley x reader #percy weasley x reader

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george-weasleys-girl · 8 months

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Hii 🥰

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Thank you dear @persephone13 for tagging me!

Here goes, in no particular order.

Voices Carry - George Weasley x F!reader. George supports his friend as she leaves an abusive relationship. Based on the song by Til' Tuesday.

Jealousy - George Weasley x jealous F!reader. I'm really proud of my writing in this one. The flow, the imagery, and the emotions just all seemed to come together beautifully.

Adventure - Ginny x reader. It's just a little AU micro-fic, but I love the idea of Pirate Ginny. I hope to eventually turn it into a full-fledged series.

Hit Me With Your Best Shot - Fred x F!reader. I love writing bad ass women. Simple as that.

North Star Series - George Weasley x F!reader. George's biography. A list of my favorites would not be complete without this one. This is my baby. My labor of love. It's the first thing I ever published. Even if I stop writing everything else, I'll continue to write this.

#moots <3 #asks #george weasley x reader #fred weasley x reader #ginny weasley x reader #north star series #my stuff

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ch-4-eri · 1 year

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What about the reader and Ginny dating and they’re on the Quidditch team for another house so games get really heated and they bet who will win (no clue what the prize should be) and reader is just so distracted by how hot Ginny is when she’s focused and playing that Gryffindor wins and reader is a tad bit bummed until Ginny makes it up to them (could be smut but also I’d sell my soul to have Ginny just cuddle with me)

Ginny Weasley X fem!reader

I twisted the fuck out of this request please don’t mind me !!

My attraction to men evaporating when I wrote this 🕊️✌🏻

You looked at yourself in the mirror before heading down to the changing room, because of the quidditch game you so badly dreaded somewhat later.

Brushing your hair as your thoughts were going none stop inside your brain, feeling like you’re giving yourself a headache if you don’t put a stop to it.

Your house was teaming against Gryffindor, which, happened to be your girlfriend’s— well not exactly established girlfriend’s house as well.

You sighed as you thought of how much you liked her, but you really had no idea if you both were truly dating, you think; heck, she’s lovely, she’s beautiful, she’s talented and so much more, can you even focus on the task at hand when she’s there?

She often flustered you, just her being there made you short circuit, maybe another reason why you’d never truly think you’re actually dating. You dating Ginny Weasley was always like meeting a unicorn to muggles; would never happen.

Your heart felt more heavy the more you thought about it before settling down the hair brush on your table. Sweat breaking out on your forehead and your chest as your roommate walked in, meaning you can’t sulk around without looking pathetic. You smiled at her before heading down to the room you had to be in, preparing whatever else you needed for the game at the command of your teams captain.

You heard the girls voice right away, you felt your heart quiver in your chest as she was talking to her teammates, seeing as she’s the captain now; Harry was in trouble last minute and she had to take over, making you feel even more flustered.

You couldn’t help but stare before she excused herself, her red robes complimenting her orange hair, her eyes turning and landing on yours before she quickly smiled, winking.

You looked away, not taking any affection from her right now or else you’d lose, she makes you nervous enough as it is, you had to do something and thinking of Ginny freaking Weasley wasn’t going to do you or your team any favors.

That mostly worked out for the first hour, you were focused on the game before Ginny flew next to you. “Are you ignoring me?” She cockily shouted, the yelling of the crowd cheering beneath you both sounded muffled as all you could hear was her voice and the way her honey brown eyes were staring at you, her hair flying behind her.

“No.” You shouted back, as you flew away, spotting the snitch somewhere that you needed to catch before Ginny did, the encounter made you lose sight of it again as you shook your head and zoomed somewhere around the stadium and cursing yourself for missing it. Looking around before hearing Lee Jordan yell in his microphone. “Ginny Weasley caught the snitch, Gryffindor wins!” He announced as you sighed, mostly relieved because this is finally over but also because your team is going to be very disappointed.

You made your way back inside, ignoring your teammates, taking off your robes and hanging them where they usually stand. “Hi.” You heard the familiar voice say behind you, startling. “Hey, Ginny.” You stuttered, wiping your sweating palms against your trousers, in desperate need of a shower.

But her on the other hand? She looked just as good as she always did. Her hair slightly dirty and sweaty, her freckles standing out from the hot weather while her brown eyes stared at you in amusement, like you were unclothed and it made you flustered the more, looking away from her stare.

“Are you okay?” She asked, walking closer to you as you shrugged. “I’m okay, didn’t sleep well.” You lied, you’re not okay because of her, what even were you?

She tilted her head to the side and neared you, pushing her hair behind her back, taking a hold on your hand. “That’s not what’s happening, is it?” She asked, her thumb caressing your skin gently. “Or is it because I won against you, I mean, we won against you?” She continued as you shook your head, your hand in hers hot and sweaty, you felt so gross.

“No! Of course not, I’m really happy you won.. you’re good.” You chuckled nervously as you looked up at the girl in front of you, her eyes looking right through you. “It’s okay if you’re upset, I don’t handle loss well, either.” She smiled, not helping your eyes trailing down her figure.

Her other hand went up to your chin, two fingers hooked against your skin and lifted it. “It’s okay, really.” You mentioned, anyway. You’ve never felt this nervous before, you wanted to ask if this is really happening and you’re not dreaming, but it probably is, and you wanted this more than anything. “You seem distracted.” She began, her other hand going up to your wrist, holding it firm.

“And as your girlfriend I wish you’d tell me if there’s anything I can do.” Ginny continued, her brown eyes searching through yours before you blinked so many times at her words. “Girlfriend?” You softly whispered, like it’s almost unbelievable.

“Yes, is that okay?” Ginny stiffened her hold on your wrist, ready for your rejection as her face fell, a look of hurt and confusion printed out on her soft features. You felt so tongue tied, you should have said something, anything. Ginny had let go of your wrist and your chin at the lack of response. “Sorry, I thought—“ Ginny stuttered, taking few steps back, not wanting to disturb your personal space. her face ashen and her eyes sadly looking at you before you shook your head.

“Ginny, no— it’s not.. that. I just—“ you tried to explain, still tongue tied and nervous before she stopped you. A shaky, disappointed voice you’ve never thought you’d have to hear from a girl you so loved.

“It’s fine, you don’t have to explain yourself.. I just thought we were— it’s okay, don’t worry about it.” Ginny smiled, her eyes glistening with tears. “Good game, though.” She blurted bitterly, out of the door and before you had any chance to explain yourself, you were in love with her. and you blew it.

“Ginny, wait!” You called, but it was too late, your eyes stung and your throat burned as tears flew down your face, choking on a sob, placing your head against a locker as you cried your heart out. Gripping your hurting chest, you had to explain yourself, you loved her, you love her.

It was later that day, calming yourself down and rehearsing over and over what you wanted to say to her to yourself before you gathered yourself to find her, hoping you’d see her beautiful hair, her gorgeous eyes; any hints of her at all.

You were shaking with anxiety as your head turned at every corner for any sight of Ginny Weasley.

After a few minutes or so you finally found her, seated with Luna Lovegood, both engaging in a conversation you so distinctly heard.

Your legs barely carried you to the ginger, but they did. Her back was to you, clearing you throat as Luna already saw you coming and giving you a friendly smile. Ginny turned around, her eyes landing on you, the sight of you was alarming before you wasted no time not talking.

You can’t lose her again.

“Can we talk?” You started, Ginny looked at you for a moment before she nodded. Standing up and excusing herself from her friend and followed you to a quieter spot. “make it quick please, I have things to do.” Ginny bitterly said. “Ginny, please.. I— hear me out.” You stopped her, placing your hands on her forearms.

She looked puzzled at the action but didn’t interrupt. “I’m sorry about earlier, I got so— so nervous.” You began, Ginny rolled her eyes and dropped your hold on her hands. “Are you going to reject me again? Listen— I’m sorry I thought we were together, it’s okay if we’re not.. I don’t need to hear you say it.” She coldly says, her brown eyes bright and condescending, holding herself firm.

“Ginny, no! That’s not what I’m here for okay just listen to me and stop talking! For the love of god!” You exasperated loudly, your heart beat racing in your ear, the ginger calmed at your request and didn’t say anything else. Giving you your much needed time to confess your undying love to her, with your heart almost exploding in your chest.

You cleared your throat at last. “I love you! Okay, I’m sorry for being so nervous around you..” you finally said, her confused expression was easily ignored now that you’ve continued. “You make me so nervous, I want to be your girlfriend, I want to be your everything.” You stopped.

Ginny didn’t wait for you to say anything else, her lips were on yours, her hands on either side of your face. Kissing you so hard at first, then she became more gentle with her warm lips on your cold ones as you ran your fingers through her hair that you so loved.

Ginny sighed against you, you could tell she was smiling through the kiss, making your heart race once more. Ginny’s hands went down to your waist and brought you closer to her. “Goodness you really had me there, I really thought I was being delusional.” She whispered, her lips inching away from yours. “No you’re not, I want to be with you so much.” You leaned in to kiss her again before she stopped you.

“Do I really make you that nervous?” She asked before a smirk appeared on her freckled face and you rolled your eyes, pushing her away playfully, making the ginger giggle. “Ah I love this.” Ginny confessed, her voice sounded so happy, a different tone than earlier, and you were so happy you don’t have to upset her enough to hear it again. It broke you.

“Stop.” You hid your face from her, her hands pulling them away. “Never.” Ginny picked you up with strong arms and pushed you against a wall, kissing you just as hard as she did earlier. Your hands were buried into her hair, your legs on either side of her. Your skin tingled at the way she kissed you, your legs weaker and your heart hammering against your chest, feeling like it’s going to jump out of your body any second.

“Ginny..” you whimpered as she kissed your neck, her warm breath against your cold skin making you shiver. “Sorry, sorry.” She put you down. “We don’t have to rush anything… yes?” She fixed your hair and your shirt, your flushed cheeks warming your tense and cold body. You nodded, too nervous to say anything for right now.

“I agree.” You replied, Ginny chuckled before kissing you again, holding your hand in hers.

You found yourself cuddling with her in the Gryffindor common room, not even sure you were allowed in there as the girl held you close to her chest, kissed placed on your head every now and then, her fingers caressing your skin as it sent shivers down your spine. “I’m sorry, about earlier.” You guiltily said.

“Hm?” Ginny asked before she recalled. “Please— it’s fine, love.” She stroked your bottom lip. “No I hurt you, and it hurt me that it hurt you..” you leaned on your elbow, looking up at her, her finger still on the corner of your mouth. “Shh. It’s okay.” She brought you close by the waist, her lips on your jaw, closing your eyes.

She held you close as you fell asleep and she carried you to her bed, not caring if anyone else protested that you’re not from that house, Ginny wanted to wake up next to you, and she’s willing to hear whatever none sense to do so.

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