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mrsmikaelsxn · 1 year

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Broom Cupboard Activities

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pairing: theodore nott x female reader

warnings: smut, fluff, cursing

summary: you and theo abandon a slytherin party and sneak into a nearby broom cupboard, a makeout session leads to more ;) - requested by anon

a/n: thank you for this request, i love writing for theo sm, i hope you enjoy xx!

song: sex, drugs, etc. - beach weather

You and Theodore were dancing together at another Slytherin party. They had just won a Quidditch match against Gryffindor.

You had on a tight, short silk dark green dress. Theo had worn a black suit and a green tie to match you.

The music was loud and you had to ask Theo to repeat what he said, since you could hardly hear.

"Want to sneak away, love?"

"Of course," you smile at him. He takes your hand in his and you squeeze past all of the students in the common room.

You guys finally make it past everyone and speed walk in the corridor, giggling like little children.

Theo spots a broom cupboard and pulls you in with him.

The doors shut behind him and he pushes you against them.

"I love you," he whispers and connects his soft lips to yours.

One hand of his is on the door, next to your head, the other he uses to wrap around your waist and pull you towards him.

His tongue slides against your lip and you open your mouth for him.

You bring your arms up onto his shoulders and run your fingers through his soft and fluffy hair.

"I love you too," you pull back to whisper before connect your mouths again. You feel him smile into the kiss, bringing a smile onto yours as well.

He groans when you tug on the ends of his hair. You push him back and move him so that he is now pushed against the wall.

You two had limited space because of the size of the cupboard, and you couldn't see much since it was so dark.

You start kissing his neck and jaw. Continuing your kisses, you take off the top of his suit, followed by his shirt.

You suck on his neck and collar, leaving hickeys to form.

His breathing picks up as you trail your kisses down his chest, running your fingers along his toned stomach.

You drop to your knees, and Theo looks down at you. He mutters a spell to make the floor feel softer for your knees. You smile up at him in thanks and start to undo his belt.

You get it off and pull his trousers down. You start palming him and he lets out a low groan as hit eyes flutter shut. You grin seeing how hard he is.

"Please, my love"

You then slide his boxers down, and take him in your hand. You slowly start pumping him and he releases a moan.

"Shh, love, you don't want us do get caught do you?"

He shakes his head and bits his lip to conceal any noises threatening to leave him. You whisper a silencing spell while hes distracted by your hand just in case.

"Fuck, sweetheart, I n-need your m-mouth"

You nod your head and kiss his tip and his head drops back onto the wall.

You lick him a few times, just to tease him.

"Darling, please," he begs.

"Okay," you whisper.

You take him in your mouth. Perks of having no gag reflex. He accidentally lets a loud moan slip. He prays to Merlin there isn't anyone by, still unbeknownst to the fact that you silenced the cupboard.

He brings his hands to your hair as you bob your head, sucking him off. You pull back and blow on his hard cock, he shudders and whimpers when you swirl your tongue on is tip.

You take him back in your mouth and run your fingers up and down his thigh.

"Oh my fuck, you look so pretty like this," he groans.

He bites so hard on his lips as you work your talented, talented mouth.

"Shit, I-I'm going t-to c-cum," he whimpers.

You don't stop, only here and there for about two seconds so you can breathe.

"Ah, shit, darling, I-I"m cu-" he start but a moan is released from him as he releases in your mouth.

He watches as you swallow all of it, his breathe are ragged and you lick his tip, cleaning any cum left on him.

You stand up and lip your lips, he almost moans at the sight.

He brings his hand to your neck and pulls you into a sweet kiss as a way of thanking you without speaking words.

"Your mouth does wonders," he grins breathlessly.

"Why thank you, Mr. Nott"

"I'll pay you back for that later," he winks.

"I'll hold you to that," you kiss his cheek.

He puts his clothes back on and you say a spell to make yourselves look like you both haven't done anything.

"You know, I used a silencing spell," you inform him, stepping out of the closet.

He grabs your hand and follows you.

"You cruel, cruel woman"

You laugh and drag him back to the party.

Once you successfully make your way back in, you see Blaise walk up to the two of you.

"You guys are disgusting," he fake throws up and points his finger back and forth between the two of you.

"Oh shove off, mate," Theo smacks his head.

He shakes his head and holds up his hand as he walks away.

"So, dance with me again?"

You smile and take his hand that he held out to you. He brings you back to where people were dancing and you too let loose as you just enjoy each other's presence.

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iiwontgiveuponmilkk · 6 months

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Locked Away. | G.W.

summary: dating george is her biggest secret, one she hopes her family never finds out.

word count: 2207

warnings: mentions of weight loss from traumatic situation

notes: finally rewrote this. just want to let you guys know that i am working on requests and turning the blurbs into fics. hoping to get them posted this week! i had a few exams last week so i didn't have too much time to write :)

Dating George Weasley had been her biggest secret. One she intended to keep to herself. She had a plan. She was moving out at the end of the month, once George and Fred had finished setting up their shop and moving into their place. She was looking for a place of her own, not wanting to intrude on Fred. George had insisted that Fred was fine with it. He was more than happy to have his brother’s girlfriend move in. Fred really didn’t mind. He knew the situation. He knew what could happen if her family found out whilst she was living under their roof. He was fine with her living with them, she was part of the family. But her secret wasn’t only hers to keep. Draco had found out one night at the end of her final term. He swore he wouldn’t tell, but she didn’t trust him. He was twisted with the same mindset that her parents shared. One of blood traitors and mudbloods. She knew it was only a matter of time before he told his father, but she was hoping that she would be long gone before he let her secret slip. Unfortunately, she wasn’t. Once her parents had found out, they ranted and raved. To say they were livid was an understatement.

“A Weasley?!” Her mother had screamed, disgust evident on her facial features. Her eyes welled with tears as she took in her mother’s hateful gaze. She knew they had just labelled her as a blood traitor for even associating with the Weasley family. And to date one? There was no coming back from that in her parents eyes. She knew it in her heart, she could see it in their faces. She was as good as dead to them. She tried to blink back her tears, but her father started to yell. She flinched at his tone, terror blooming in her bones as he glared at her. “You would associate our family name with those blood traitors?! How dare you!” His words hit her where it hurt. She loved George with everything she had. Her family name meant nothing to her, but she couldn’t tell her father that. It had been bad enough when she had been sorted into Ravenclaw. The first in her family to not be sorted into Slytherin. She knew her parent’s disdain for her had grown with each passing year. The more she was outside of their way of thinking, the more she blossomed into the person she always wanted to be. She never shared how she felt or thought with her parents, but they knew. They hated the person she had made herself, hated that she didn’t care about blood status or wealth. She was everything they were not, everything her family was not. “Daddy! I love him!” She shouted back as her tears finally spilt over. She couldn’t hold them back, not as her father screamed at her. She had heard it a million times. That she was a disappointment to their family and everything it stood for. But the venom behind his words hurt more than ever this time. The way he spoke of George shattered her heart. He was such a great man, so kind, so willing to give even when he had nothing to share. Her father tensed up, his face swallowed by rage. He took a moment to settle himself, a cold smile settling over his lips. “You’re going away, far away.” Her father spoke in a contemptuous voice. She had never felt more fear in her life. She knew nothing good would come from this. This would be her punishment. -

Her days had been hell. She had been locked away with her aunt, Bellatrix. She spent her days avoiding the evil woman, barely eating what she was given (she did not trust Bellatrix Lestrange), and her nights were spent crying. She was rarely alone in the house, someone was always there. She kept to her room, avoiding contact with anyone in the house. Her health had declined, she looked visibly ill. She was sure she had lost a massive amount of weight, none of her clothes fit her right. Living in this hell seemed to be the easiest part to handle. She was suffering from the hardest and most avoidable heartbreak of her life. She longed for George. She longed to hear him laugh, to see his red hair in the sunlight, just to even see his handwriting on a piece of parchment. She only had her memories and the bracelet he had given her for their anniversary last year. She never took it off, it looked like a normal piece of jewellery. A slim gold cuff that held their secret love. She only took it off at night so she could look at the engraving on the inside. ‘I love you’ in his handwriting adorned the inside of the cuff. It was the only piece of him she had left. She couldn’t imagine what he was thinking. Did he think that she just left him? That she decided it was too much to keep this secret? Or did he think the worst.

- She had sent an owl to George a week ago, telling him not to respond, but to meet her where they first met on the 4th of October. The task of sending an owl had not been easy. She had carefully planned it for weeks. She had started to leave her room, to play the game of being who her family had wanted her to be. That’s when Bellatrix started to pop out for quick errands. She was never gone for more than thirty minutes at a time, so she knew she had to be quick. She knew that she would have no way of knowing if George received the owl, but it was her only shot. Even if he didn’t she had formulated a back-up plan. She would travel to the burrow, she knew Molly would be there and wouldn’t turn her away. She kept playing the game until the day finally came. She was terrified that Bellatrix would somehow figure out what she had done. She lived in fear of retaliation for three weeks. She knew today had to be the day. Bellatrix left for the longest time on the 4th of every month. She wasn’t sure what her aunt did, but she knew she would be gone for at least an hour. She knew if she timed everything right, not even the house elves would see her make her escape. Her heart pounded as she waited for Bellatrix to leave. She shut her eyes tightly, waiting to hear the door shut. She grabbed the bag of floo powder and ran down to the fireplace when she was sure the coast was clear. She threw the powder down as she stated her desired location.

She looked around, hoping to spot a head of red hair. She trembled in the cold air, looking around for any sign of George. Her lip trembled when she realised he either didn’t get her owl or chose not to show. But he would’ve shown, right? Her George wouldn’t give up on her that easily. She brushed her fingers through her hair, knowing she had to keep moving. She didn’t feel safe just waiting around. She was sure she only had thirty minutes before Bellatrix would return and realise that she was missing. She quickly found herself to be lost in the hectic mess of Diagon Alley. She had forgotten how busy it would be here. She kept her head down, moving to her next destination. She tried her best to avoid bumping into anyone or drawing any attention to herself. But that’s when she saw it, the beginnings of a joke shop, a new joke shop bearing the Weasley name. She made her way towards the building, pushing the door open and walking inside.

“Oh, we’re not ope- (y/n)?” Fred spoke as he turned to see who had walked in. She nodded her head, looking around at the place. Fred seemed to lose his voice as he took in his brother’s girlfriend. She looked sick, he had never seen her this thin. “George.” He spoke, realising that his words came out much quieter than he intended. She met Fred’s eyes. He could see the dark circles under her eyes and the gaunt look to her face. He noticed the tears brimming her eyes. She took in a shaky breath, breaking her gaze to look around the shop again. She was amazed at everything. Her heart ached at the fact that she wasn’t here with him, the both of them, like she said she would be. She had planned to help them get everything set and ready for the day that they finally opened, but she had been away for months.

“George!” Fred, this time, shouted. The sound shocked her. Fred cringed as he watched her coil into herself from the sound of him shouting. That’s when Fred realised that something had happened to her. He turned, quickly making his way up the stairs to catch George before he descended. “George, did that owl say anything at all?” He asked as he barred his twin from descending. “Just to meet her, but she wasn’t there. Why?” George gave Fred an odd look as his brows furrowed. “She’s here, Georgie. And she’s not well. Something happened to her.” Fred kept his voice low, hoping she couldn’t hear them. George gave him a small nod before they both made their way down to the shop floor. George did his best to hide his immediate reaction to the state she was in. His heart melted as he watched her face light up when she saw him. A smile spread across her face and then she was moving, running towards him. When she reached him, she jumped. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, clinging to him.

“Oh I’ve missed you.” George murmured into her hair. He wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her against him tightly. His other hand came up to tangle his fingers in her hair. He pressed his cheek against her head, eyes falling shut as he enjoyed having her in his arms again. It took a moment for George to realise that she was crying. The tears had been silently rolling down her cheeks as she buried her face into his shoulder, but the soft sob that racked her body gave her away. George didn’t say anything to her, just held her tighter. “Fred, I’m going to take the rest of the day off, if you don’t mind?” He asked his twin, only to receive a nod. -

She had been living with George and Fred above the joke shop since the day she had arrived two months ago. She felt like she was living in fear. She hardly ever left the apartment, not wanting to venture out and potentially run into her family. She was surprised that they hadn’t shown up here. It would seem obvious that this is where she would go. Perhaps they had given up on her, and she was more than okay with that. How could she not be after what they did to her? Sending her to live in her own personal Azkaban. George had found her curled up in his bed that morning, gently shaking her awake. She looked at him with tired eyes, pulling the blankets up until only her eyes were visible. He gave her a small smile, he loved how much she hated getting up. He knew she would always prefer a warm bed until mid-afternoon if she had it her way.

“Mornin’.” She mumbled, closing her eyes as she rubbed them. She let out a yawn, pushing the blanket down a bit. A gasp left her when she focused her attention on George. There he was, down on one knee, next to the bed. She quickly scrambled to the edge of the bed, reaching for George. “What are you doing?” She asked as she took his face in both her hands. “This isn’t how I really wanted to do this, but I don’t think I could wait any longer.” He said, staring up at her. She could see the nervous smile as he reached into his pocket to pull out a ring. “Merlin! George!” Her hands moved to his, she could feel the tears welling in her eyes.

“Would you do me the honour of becoming Mrs. Weasley?” He asked, smiling as he watched the emotions flicker through her eyes. “Yes, George, of course.” She quickly stammered out, realising she had been staring for a tad too long when she saw a small look of anxiety on his face. He took her left hand, gently sliding the ring onto her finger. She studied the ring as he slid it on. It looked like it had cost a fortune. The diamond was surrounded by a ring of small rubies and sapphires. She kissed him gently, wrapping her arms around him. He picked her up in a tight hug. She wrapped her legs around his waist, nuzzling her face into his neck.

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seleneprince · 23 days

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Unpopular opinion:

Remus Lupin was as capable of cruelty and arrogance as the rest of the Marauders. There are plenty of hints of this in canon. The only reason we don't see this side of him as often is because of his heavy reluctante to be considered a "bad guy".

And he low-key enjoyed going against Snape just as much, he just had some conscience aftewards.

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zvdvdlvr · 1 year

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I don’t know if you take requests if yes then could you pretty please do a Cedric Diggory and/or Theodore Nott fluff alphabet

Thanks✨

fluff alphabet; cedric diggory

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

ok but i really do believe that cedric diggory needs to always be holding your hand or, in case ur not a physical person, know that he's always by your side. i do be thinking though that cedric will always be down for almost any kind of pda

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

the forst thing i thought of while reading this is that there are two types of best friends reacting to their bestie's break-up: the one thats all "omg bae im so sorry!! do you need to talk? lets watch some movies and ill get all the ice cream and you tell me everything" and then "ok... any suggestions for what we'll do with the dead body?" out of these, cedric's fr the first one.

as a best friend, cedric 100% will point and laugh at people you dont like, and will undoubtedly stand up for you and ur presence if you aren't there.

and he will buy you Christmas gifts (if u celebrate) and will spoil u on ur birthday

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

YES. PLEASE.

he loves spooning (specifically him as little spoon but he dgaf if u dgaf) and will 100% fall asleep with you. cedric, for one, lovesss being in between your legs (hey now 🤨📸) with his head on your stomach and he's just all wrapped up in you omg it makes him so happy and warm and sleepy omg hes soft

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

at some point, yeah. cedric wants to settle down. he knows, though, that thats not always in the cards and is willing to do whatever for your love.

HOLY NART CEDRIC DIGGORY IS AN AMAZING CHEF D O N T TRY TO CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE. ok so imagine: after graduation, probably a week or so into life without school, you're still unconscious from a busy night of doing whatever you were doing. now its getting later in the morning, the sun is rising farther, and your body is ready for food. cocooning yourself in an old hogwarts blanket, you start making your way to the kitchen of the apartment you're sharing with cedric. you find him mid-flip of a scrambled egg. he's wearing a pairbof light grey sweatpants, and the sun shining beautifully on his bare chest. not to brag, but cedric was definitely muscular from quidditch. he looks up, soft eyes visibly lighting up seeing you. he smiles sweetly as you basically waddle to him. taking you in his arms, he presses a kiss to your forehead and goes back to the egg.

lmao okay i see u

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

genuinely, cedric does want the best for you, so he takes comfort in knowing this would be good for you if breaking-up was necessary. he won't pussy out, don't worry. cedric also believes in communication, so he'll make dinner or whatever and then he'll sit down with you and just say it as it is with as little sugar-coating as possible. he cares about your feelings, so he wouldn't be mean about it. he'd assure you that if, at any point, you needed him, he would always be there for you.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

mans ong wants to get married (when he knows ur the one). he wouldn't wait years unless he felt the need to, but wouldn't rush right into it.

when the time comes, he'll introduce you to his family, and obviously his dad would like you because theres literally no reason not to. he would buy a ring without you knowing, and would definitely take you somewhere. if you proposed to him, holy shit he'd probably start crying. if you made a speech? sobbing. he's kinda emotional, and is not afraid to cry about the big stuff. happy tears streaming down his face hed probably make tf out with you right then and there.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they physically?)

he a softie, i think we know now. physically omg would be so tender and sweet with you unless you want him to be ;) (im sorry omg im sleep deprived)

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

oui oui, garçons und filles. expect lots of hugs from behind cos bros a sucker for those ong 😭❤

if ur shorter than him, hugs from the front are so sweet n shit. he leans down and kisses your forhead and its honestly just so sweet damn

if u a little taller than him, slay bbg i see you 🤩 anyways, ced wanna be held some days so he'll just kinda stand there until you get the hint and hug him like you know he needa be

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

damn okay thats a tuff one tbh

when he knows you'll put up with his shit and he just kinda knows that you the one, he'll come up and be twiddling his thumbs and be all ''omg i think i love you and im in love with you"

no, honestly, he'd probably bring it up into a conversation and then just steamroll right by it. he wants you to know he does love you but he doesn't want to be overbearing and scare you away

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

cedric does kinda get jealous, but damn he won't tell you. it's kinda obvious, though, when he is jealous. he'll be glaring and everything at whoever your talking to/about and kinda just wallow in his anger like "merlin man dzont they're with me >:(((((" when you come by and stand by him and kiss him or hold his hand, he does get happy and look down to keep anyone from seeing his smile

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

depends of the mood

during hogwarts and he just got out of a rough class or its been a long day or whatever, he'll kiss you with those soft lips of his, gently tugging your bottom lip with his teeth.

if you're both at home and just woke up its just a soft little kiss on the lips, lingering slightly

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

literally so sweet omfg 😣❤

as a prefect, he's got some experience with kids (specifically 11 and 12 year olds) if you both decided you wanted kids, adopted or not, he's definitely be so sweet but sometimes you might have to remind him that he needs to be especially firm with some kids just because they may need it.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

slow and sweet, most days. he'll make breakfast (most days) at some point unless hes asleep or sick. if you shower in the morning, he'll make sure you have a cup of tea or coffee or cocoa waiting for you when you're done

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

he loooovvveeessss cuddling okay? he'll do anything you want, watching movies, play games and the like

though cedric loves movie nights, he loves the moments when the movie is paused, and you're doing whatever it is you're doing (petting ur dog or cat, re-placing a blanket, scurrying out of the room for some reason) he loves those. it makes him feel safe knowing he's with you in your home, with your personal stuff, being happy and cute

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

as friends, you'd obviously know the basics: fave color, fave drink, eye color, yada yada yada.

cedric diggory trusts pretty easily (when dating) and will tell you things you probably never thought to ask. personal things that he holds so close to his heart, sometimes he forgets those things are even there.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

it certainly takes a little bit to get him upset

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

cedric takes pride in knowing he's yours and you're his, so yeah, he knows details about you almost no one else really knows. hell, he'd probably even remember your gramma's birthday (if you guys were/are close)

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

waking up with you for the first time. seeing you asleep made him swell with warmth. he knew you had a hard time trusting, so you being vulnerable around him made him super mega ridiculously happy

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

he trusts you. he knows you know that there's a line between being nice and being a little too nice, so he doesn't get too jealous. in any case, a part of him is worried you'd find someone 'better' than him

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts?)

cedric loves dates. cute little outings where you guys can go do that cute couple shit and just bask in each other.

CEDRIC LOVES GIFT GIVING WHAT

he knows what to get you because he kinda likes going shopping with you

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

cedric picks at his hangnails until he bleeds

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

now, as one of the golden boys of his time at hogwarts, yes he does care about his looks. he dgaf about little pimples but damn if theres a hot out of place...

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

honestly kinda. he's devoted to you. he's yours. its hard for him to be away from you for weeks let alone months, but of course, he would always pull through in the end; all for you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

cedric pets every dog or cat that he sees (with permission)

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

bros got a thing for not having dirty socks laying on the floor don't ask me why i know this shit

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

turning and nuzzling into you and holyfuckingshit its adorable :((( sometimes he'll whine when he can't quite reach or find you and he'll 100% wake up in the middle of the night if you aren't with him

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adiraargent · 1 month

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Who told you I was broken? - Jasper Rowle

warnings: angst, fluff

The Forbidden Forest loomed ahead, its ancient trees casting long shadows in the fading light of dusk. You found yourself drawn to its edge, the tranquil solitude of the woods offering a refuge from the chaos of the world. But even amidst the quiet beauty of nature, your mind remained consumed by thoughts of Jasper Rowle.

The memory of your conversation with him weighed heavily on your heart, his words echoing in your mind like a haunting refrain. "Why do you think that you need to fix me?" he had asked, his voice laced with frustration and hurt. "Who told you I was broken?"

The questions had left you reeling, the realization dawning upon you that perhaps you had overstepped your bounds. Who were you to assume that you could fix him, that your love could mend the broken pieces of his soul? Lost in your thoughts, you found yourself wandering deeper into the forest, the soft crunch of leaves beneath your feet the only sound breaking the silence.

As you walked, the memory of Jasper's troubled expression plagued you, his pain etched into the lines of his face like a map of the trials he had endured. You had thought that you were helping him, that your love could heal the wounds that he carried deep within him. But now, you couldn't help but wonder if your efforts had only served to push him further away.

Lost in your thoughts, you failed to notice the sound of crunching leaves following after you. "Love," he called out after you, quickening his pace to catch up to you. You turned around quickly at the sound of his voice, your face contorting into a look of surprise

"J?"

"Why do you think that you need to fix me?" he whispered, the words escaping his lips before he could stop them.

"I'm sorry..." you whispered softly, wishing you could go back and redo it all, scared that you had messed up one of the few good things you had going for you. "I shouldn't have said all that, I shouldn't have tried to fix you, or even think that you needed fixing."

Jasper's expression softened at your words, a flicker of understanding passing between you. "I know I got upset and lashed out when you called me broken," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But that doesn't mean I'm not."

You reached out, your fingers trembling as they brushed against his cheek, a silent gesture of solidarity and understanding. In that moment, you realized that you didn't need to fix him, that you couldn't erase the pain that he carried within him. But you could stand by his side, offer him your love and support as he navigated the darkness that threatened to consume him.

And as you stood together in the heart of the Forbidden Forest, surrounded by the ancient trees and the gentle rustle of leaves, you knew that no matter what trials may lie ahead, you would face them together. Hand in hand, you would brave the darkness, bound by a love that could withstand even the deepest shadows.

"I adore you," he murmured softly, leaning into your palm. He grabbed your other hand, caressing it gently with his thumb before bringing it up to his mouth and planting a soft kiss on the skin of your hand.

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amara-scott · 5 months

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But imagine...

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Sebastian Sallow picking you up for the Yule Ball, wearing his most chic three-piece suit. He styled his hair to perfection, just to impress you, knowing very well that you love to play with his brown, curly strands. He was truly smitten.

As you make your way to Sebastian, you can see clearly that nearly every girl ( and not few boys ) wish to be in your spot, taking his arm and being led to the Great Hall.

But little do they know he only ever had eyes for you. He glances down at you, walking by his side, tucked under his arm. He can't stop grinning, proud to be the one you choose. He knew you could have anyone you wanted, the Slayer of Trolls. The Fighter of Dragons.

For him, you only had one name.

His forever love.

𓆙𓆙𓆙

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rewritingcanon · 8 months

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Scorpius is probably forever banned from hair gel lol.

why is he getting banned did i miss somethingggg 😭 he seems the type to steal dracos hair gel and do weird squiggly patterns with his blonde ass leg hair tho

#i honestly imagine scorpius with his hair fluffy #hc that the entire malfoy clan has actually got floofy hair #draco would be the one to excessively gel his hair back #lucius was the one to straighten the shit out of it when it got longer #harry potter #hp #hpcc #cursed child #scorpius malfoy #draco malfoy #lucius malfoy #asks #hp next gen #anon #rewriting #i love getting anons 🫶#literally the best part abt tumblr

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mishtay · 1 year

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Uh oh, I'm falling in love again

(Crush x reader)

A/n: yes ik that this is very short, I'll be writing a part 2 :)

Key:

O/c/n: old crush name

Y/n: your name

F/n: friend name

C/n: crush name

E/n: ex name

I know a man isn't everything, trust me. But the idea of liking someone is something my brain romanticizes so much that life feels plain boring without a crush.

I thought back to O/c/n and sighed. If I knew how he was, would I do it all over again?

"Y/n your cue!" F/n whispered as I snapped back in reality to hear the final cords of music being played. I quickly jumped in for my solo glad that nobody else seemed to realize my distraction.

I peeked a glance at C/n and shook my head a bit to clear it of the thoughts clouding my head.

I'd sworn off of boys after E/n, but I hadn't sworn off of crushes. This was an important year after all, tenth grade.

After practice I headed back to class but not before giving C/n a small smile in goodbye, a smile he turned in tenfold.

As I settled in my chair and tuned out my teacher and her raving of Shakespeare I stilled as sudden realization struck me.

I like C/n.

Shit.

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kaira-diaries · 4 months

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Loyalties

Pairing: f!character x Draco

Warnings: subtle implication of sexual behavior and fluff

Comments: this one a little shorter than usual but with some fluff, slay enjoy!!

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Seated alone in the tranquil courtyard, I nestled onto the softness of my knitted lilac blanket. The residual warmth of the recently departed sun lingered, casting a magical hue across the darkening sky, where stars and planets emerged like celestial jewels. On that Friday night, Hogwarts pulsed with the vibrant energy of students immersed in the excitement of various parties. However, the allure of the festivities held little appeal for me.

My mind lingered on the whereabouts of Draco. Speculating that he was likely in the company of his Slytherin comrades, immersed in the vibrant glow of the common room lights, I imagined a scene of intoxication and revelry. Rather than challenging or questioning his choice to partake in the revelry, I allowed a sense of understanding to wash over me. The struggles Draco faced this year, particularly with his father's arrest, cast a shadow over his experiences.

My quietude was interrupted by the unmistakable crunch of leaves, a sound that cut through the stillness of the night. Instantly, my senses heightened, and I looked up from the pages of my book. The wandlight cast a glow around me, revealing the immediate vicinity of the courtyard.

Lowering my wand, I abandoned evasive measures as my gaze focused on the source of the sound. The courtyard, once a canvas of quiet reflection, now held an unexpected presence with the appearance of white hair and gray eyes. Taking a deep breath, I addressed Draco, my voice carrying a hint of both relief and lingering tension. "You scared me," I admitted, the words breaking the stillness of the courtyard.

A feline smirk adorned Draco's face, sending a ripple of fluttering sensations through my insides. As he approached with a casual demeanor, hands tucked into his coat pockets, a sense of both familiarity and intrigue hung in the air. "I can't seem to stop, can I?" he remarked, the smirk lingering in his tone.

Breaking his lingering gaze, I found refuge in fiddling with a loose thread in the lilac blanket beneath my hands. "No," I murmured softly, with a playful smile. Draco sat down before me, a gentle touch lifting my chin to meet his piercing gray eyes. The blanket cradling the shared moment as he said, “Why is it I always find you out here?" The intimacy of the moment hung in the air, and taking hold of Draco's hand, I pulled it into my lap. "Why is it that you've ditched your snakes?" I inquired.

Draco blinked for a heartbeat or two, and then, with a hint of vulnerability, he uttered, "I much rather spend time with my dove." I angled my head, my eyes softening with understanding. "I know how difficult... this year has been for you, and I—'' I began, wanting to express empathy and support. But he swiftly interrupted, waving a dismissive hand. "Stop—" Draco's voice cut through, and I pressed my lips together into a thin line, absorbing his words. "I don't want your pity," he declared firmly.

As we sat there, hands still entwined on the blanket, the night wrapped around us with its quietude. The unspoken sentiments lingered. I beckoned Draco's eyes to look back at mine, my expression softening. "All I was going to say was, if you'd prefer to drown your sorrows in rum or scotch, don't hold back on my account," I reassured, offering a hint of a comforting smile.

Draco's gaze met mine, and with a sincerity that resonated in the quiet courtyard, he confessed, "What I prefer is you." Choosing to share the view of the night sky, I laid down. Draco mirrored my actions, laying beside me, and together we gazed up at the stars.

"Have you... heard anything?" I asked, the words hanging in the air, carrying with them the unspoken worries that often colored our thoughts. Narcissa caught word from Professor Snape that the Dark Lord had growing interests in Draco. The day she told you shook you down to the bone.

Draco's gaze met mine. He shook his head slightly, "No," he admitted. The admission that Draco might be recruited brought forth a range of emotions. I had gone through a couple of possibilities, and one haunting scenario involved the desperate act of begging on my knees for mercy, pleading that fate would spare Draco and take me instead.

"If I were recruited, I'd do the utmost terrible things to keep you from the Dark Lord's reach," he confessed, his voice a whisper, carrying a weight of determination and a hint of vulnerability.

I swallowed, a surge of determination coursing through me as I hoisted myself up on my elbows. "You won't be recruited, Draco. I refuse to even prepare for such an outcome," I declared. He looked at me, his expression holding a mixture of understanding and the weight of the unspoken realities we faced. "You can only deny it for so long," he remarked, a note of resignation in his voice.

I scoffed at the idea, unwilling to entertain the thought of a future where his skin wears the mark. Yet, before I could say more, Draco pulled me down on top of him.

His breath, minty and reassuring, mingled with mine as our foreheads touched. "You need to understand, Dove. My loyalties will always lie with you," Draco whispered, his words carrying a sense of sincerity and a pledge that transcended the uncertainties of the wizarding world. My eyelids slipped closed as Draco continued, "Don't you know that?" His words, filled with sincerity, echoed in the tranquil courtyard.

A gentle smile graced my lips as I lifted my head, my eyes opening and meeting his. I shook my head no. A loose strand of brunette hair fell free, and with a gentle touch, Draco hooked it back behind my ear. “My knees must not be bruised enough then.” He commented.

#draco lucius malfoy #draco fluff #draco malfoy #draco fuckingmalfoy #draco imagine #dracotheslytherinprince #draco angst #draco fic #tom felton #harry potter #hogwarts #lord voldemort #dark magic #dark mark #fluffy #comfort

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mrsmikaelsxn · 1 year

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Touch Of Pleasure

masterlist

pairing: theodore nott x female reader

warnings: smut, teasing, fluff, cursing, soft theo

summary: you are at your boyfriend's manor when things take an unexpected turn, but you're not complaining - requested by anon

a/n: thank you so so much, this was my first request and i was so excited to write this! i hope enjoy it anon ilyt xx

song: sweater weather - the neighbourhood

It was a beautiful summer day. You were staying at your boyfriend's manor. You had both gone swimming and now you were in a flowy sundress and he was in gray sweatpants without a shirt.

His parents went to Italy for a week so you both had the place to yourselves. It was nice with just the two of you, he was the love of your life and you his.

You were currently finishing up cooking dinner. You loved cooking, and Theo adored when you made any meals.

You feel arms wrap around your waist and you turn to face your boyfriend.

"Mmh, dinner smells delicious," Theo grins holding onto your waist.

"Why thank you, darling," you peck his lips and turn around to put the pasta into the two dishes.

"You look so pretty in this dress," he compliments, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Thank you," you blush. He lets your waist go as you move and place the food on the table.

He sat next to you and while you were eating, you discussed some things you wanted to do before you guys had to return to Hogwarts. At some point you felt him place his hand on your thigh.

You were used to it, his love language was touch and words. He always had to be touching you somehow, and he would always voice how much he loves you.

You both finished and you felt his hand slowly rise up your smooth thighs.

In between your legs, his hand was so close to closed pussy. He continued talking about ideas he came up with, disregarding how you started to breathe faster. You felt yourself getting wet as he ran his fingers up and down.

He suppressed a smirk as he watched you bite your lip to contain a whimper that was threatening to leave you.

You were so close to begging him to touch you that you stood up and went to put your dishes in the sink.

He, of course, followed you and pushed himself against you from behind. He brought his hand under your dress again and brushed his fingers along your hips.

"Theo, love, stop teasi-" you start as you shut off the water and turn around.

He cuts you off by bringing his lips to yours. His tongue slides against your bottom lip and you open your mouth. His tongue slides in and he kisses you with such passion you had to disconnect your lips so you could breathe.

He gripped your waist and lifted you up onto the counter top. He quickly brought his lips back to yours and you put your hands in his hair. You tug on the ends, earning yourself a low groan from him that makes you more wet.

He brings his hand and parts your legs. He places his fingers on your lace underwear. You gasp as he slowly starts rubbing your clit. You start letting out quiet moans as he picks up his pace.

"Does this feel good, pretty girl?"

You nod your head and he slows his pace.

"Words, sweetheart," he kisses your neck.

"Mm, yes Theo. It feels so good," you whimper. He's pleased with your answer and adds more pressure and speeds his movements again.

"T-Theo, I need your fingers in me," you moan.

"Anything for you, angel," he says as he slides your lingerie to the side.

"I'm going to fuck you in this cute little dress"

He slides two fingers through your folds and you moan as your head falls back slightly.

"So wet for me," he groans bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucks on them. His eyes roll at the taste of you.

"You taste so sweet, my love"

He brings his fingers back down and slides two fingers into you. You let out loud moans as he pushes them in and out.

He wraps his unoccupied arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him.

"Such lovely sounds that come out of that pretty mouth of yours"

Your head drops onto his shoulder as he speeds up his hand. Your moans turn him on more and more. He is already so hard that it's almost painful.

"I-I'm cl-close," you pant and you felt a knot in your stomach.

He slows down and pulls his finger out. You let out a desperate whine and look at him.

"If you're going to cum, you're going to cum with me in you," he states, looking at your beauteous eyes with his lust-filled ones.

He quickly pulls down his sweatpants and you can see his boner. He pulls his boxers down and he brings his cock to your entrance. You both moan at the touch of each other. You were both so grateful he didn't have to wear a condom thanks to magic.

He slowly pushed into you, you clench around him and a deep moan is ripped from his throat. The bare feeling of each other sends pleasure throughout your bodies.

"My goodness, Theo," your head falls back with your eyes closed.

"Fuck"

He speeds up and the sounds of both your moans fill the empty manor while he snaps his hips into you.

"You look so ravishing like this. Such a exquisite mess you are, all for me"

You go kiss him in appreciation for the compliment. He gently tugs your hair to tilt your head to the side and leaves sloppy kisses on your jaw, neck, and your collarbone.

You both feel your climax coming. Your hands come down and you grip onto the counter edge.

"T-Theo... I-I'm going to c-cum"

"I know, doll, m-me too"

Soon enough, you both are releasing and he slowly stops his movements.

You wrap your arms around his neck and rest your head on his shoulder.

"I love you so much, Theo," you leave soft kisses on his neck.

"I love you too, sweetheart. Lets get to the bed to clean up," he says as you wrap your legs around him. He apparates to his bedroom and gently puts to onto the bed. He mutters a spell to clean himself and he pulls his boxers and pants back up.

You are so tired and the bed is so comfortable, you fight to keep your eyes open. But they quickly snap wide as you feel a warm cloth on your sensitive clit.

"Sorry, sorry," Theo kisses your thighs.

After cleaning you up, he helps you walk to the bathroom so you can go to the bathroom, wash your face, and brush your teeth and hair. He does the same and afterwards you both change into cozy pajamas.

He gets into the bed with you as you lean your head on your arm, facing him. He has his head on his pillow as he traces your face with his fingers, a small smile visible on his winsome lips.

"What are you smiling for?"

"You are so stunning, my darling, too irresistible," he starts to pepper your face with butterfly kisses everywhere. You giggle, the sound making him melt right there.

"You are just as pretty," you smile at him.

He wraps his arms around you and turns you so your backside is against his front. He gently runs his hands along your side, memorizing every part of you.

Eventually, you both drift off into a heavenly sleep with smiles on your faces, beatific to be in each other's arms.

He was your home, and you were his.

#nina writes 🤭💗#smut #theodore nott #theodore nott x you #theodore nott smut #theodore nott x reader #fluffy smut #slytherin #theodore nott fluff #soft theodore nott #harry potter oneshot #harry potter smut #harry potter imagine #theodore nott fanfiction #hogwarts #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #theo nott

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fictional-addiction · 2 years

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Can i request a hermione x gender neutral reader? You can choose the details etc.

hi there,

yeahhh hermione<333 we love her😌

thanks sm for requesting, i hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it :)

and so here is a fluffy, wholesome hermione x gender neutral reader (written in 2nd person so no y/n inserts, lmk if you prefer one over the other)

ta da

Cinnamon Dreams

by hufflepuffhaze

(gif not mine, credit to creator)

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It was late.

You knew it was late because you had watched as the sun had slowly slid down the sky until the pink and orange sunset faded to dark blue, and stars littered the night sky. The birds had stopped chirping and the crickets came alive, their constant crick crick crick keeping you company.

It was dark in the alcove you were curled up in, moonlight streaming through the window beside you as you worked steadily.

Your candle had long since burn out and your eyes had grown weary of straining to read the scrawls on the parchment before you.

“Ugh…” you thumped your head on the table. This was going to take forever.

“Hi.”

You felt a gentle hand on your shoulder, slowly rubbing away the aches you didn’t even know were there. You stayed still for a few moments, enjoying the silence and the comfort.

Another hand slipped around your shoulders and gave it a soft squeeze. “Hey, sleepyhead. What are you still doing up at this hour?”

You smiled, glancing up to meet a familiar face, who looking down at you concernedly.

“I could say the same thing to you, Mione.” You grinned.

Hermione laughed quietly, ruffling your hair as she pulled you closer to her torso to give you a proper hug.

“Hypocrite.” You murmured, eyelids slowly closing.

She laughed again. You loved her laugh. It was warm, and full, and reminded you of freshly baked cinnamon rolls.

You loved cinnamon rolls.

A light tap on your back caused you to snap out of your reverie and blink your eyes open blearily.

“Hey.”

“Hey, did you fall asleep again?”

You lifted your head up. “Maybe.”

There it was again. That laugh.

“Come on. Let’s get you to bed, or you won’t be able to wake up for school tomorrow.”

“Ever the wise one, Mione.”

“What would you do without me?” she grinned.

She pulled you up, magicking all your books into your bag and swinging it over her shoulder. A comforting hand was laid on the small of your back as she gently propelled you to the exit, your feet stumbling as the lack of sleep caught up with you.

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“Here we go,” Hermione smiled, as she stepped through the entrance to your house’s common room. She tugged lightly at your hand, her fingers grazing your knuckles as she pulled you up the stairs and into your dorm.

Dumping your bag on the study desk, she whipped her head around and motioned for you to go lie down on the bed as she busied herself with packing away your books.

You curled up on the bed, head pounding. Guess there really was a limit to how much one could study in one sitting.

Hermione finished organising everything and sat down on the edge of the bed, her hand reaching out to stroke your hair.

“Sleep,” she whispered. “You need rest, silly. Even I know not to study for that long,” she grinned.

With a slight nod, you found yourself drifting off into a much needed slumber – the last thing you saw before you succumbed to the pull of sleep was Hermione kissing your forehead softly and tiptoeing lightly out the room, the door shutting silently behind her.

And with that, sleep stepped in and claimed you whole.

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hope you enjoyed :)

have a good day/night loves

- hufflepuffhaze

#harry potter #hogwarts #imagines #hermione fanfiction #hermione granger #hermione x gender neutral reader #hermione #fluffy #fluff #one shots #hermione x reader #i just want to sleep

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blitheringmcgonagall · 2 years

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Hello! Please can you tell me your favourite own fics that are fluffy and funny I love your sense of humor💛

Thank you so much you dote!!! Loving my sense of humour is such a fantastic thing to say ☺️ these are the ones that come to mind that are both fluffy and (supposedly) funny…

The Last Laugh

“This is so fucking embarrassing!” hissed James, kicking the stone wall with his toes. “I’m going to die! Literally die! Hide me!”

Sirius snorted. James did look ridiculously stupid, with his huge feathery legs and wings and his neck in particular.

Aka McGonagall transfigures James into a turkey and Lily Evans arrives to buy raffle tickets off him (you had to be there…!)

🥰🥰🥰🥰

The New Boyfriend

Apparently, Dr Lupin has a new boyfriend. Dr Black is inexplicably appalled…

☺️☺️☺️☺️

That Raging & Wholly Unsuccessful Thing

Prongs is trying to chat up Evans, attempting to be all suave and cool. His friends can’t help laughing at him…

🥰🥰🥰🥰

Nah, He Didn’t

Evans tries confiding in the cute black dog about her crush on James Potter and the dog seems to find it all excruciatingly painful??

☺️☺️☺️☺️

Have Yourself a Merry Little Wolfnoote

James Potter and his 5 yr old son try to set up Wolfstar - Harry steals the show☺️

🥰🥰🥰🥰

Tight Quidditch Uniforms @ Other Distressing Things

James Potter thinks Sirius Black and Lily Evans are dating. He’s devastated. He’s also incredibly wrong. The idiot. (Unlike his suave and intelligent and definitely better looking best friend who is the best wingman and deserves a Medal, according to himself)

#this popped up on my dash and made me laugh #lmao I do actually think these are funny #imagine laughing at your own writing?!#😂😂😂😂#lovely anon asks #thank you for the question!#loveliest tumblr people #fluffy and funny Jily and Wolfstar #a bit of Blackevans brotp #a bit of teasing James Potter #Harry is the bestest wingboy

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hpwritingandstories · 2 years

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y\n = your name

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“Hey Y\n wanna go to the ball with me?” Fred asked from the gryffindor table “In your dreams Weasley.” y\n called back from the Slytherin table in an annoyed tone.

“Oh I have plenty of those about you love.” he said and winked Y\n rolled her eye’s as all the boys made an ‘Ooohhh’ sound cheering on their friend.

“Oh come on Y\n what’s wrong with me?” he asked “I was thinking about going with George.” she smirked George’s eye’s widen “I-I..” he stuttered, Y\n laughed.

“Oh please we all know you have the hot’s for me.” Fred said ignoring what she said, “again in your dreams.” y\n stood up from her table and started to walk to the doors to leave of course Fred followed.

They hide themselves in a staircase, Fred pushed her against a wall and kissed her passionately only stopping when y\n pushed him away, “Did you really have to pull my brother in to it?” he asked, “Sorry but you were being cocky.” she said.

“Seriously though go to the ball with me.” he said Y\n was still pressed against the wall Fred holding himself up above her.

“We can’t I’ll live in hell if I do.” she said both just above a whisper Fred sighed

“We’ve been going steady all year.” he said Y\n put a hand on his cheek

“I know my love, I promise soon.” y\n said they kissed one more time.

“I have to head to class.” she said Fred stood up and y\n left.

*Later that day in the slytherin common room*

“Is there something going on with you and Weasley?” Draco Malfoy asked walking up to y\n

“What do you mean?” Y\n asked

“At lunch he asked you to the ball.” he said

“He was just being annoying.” she said

“Why? Out of all the people why you?” he asked

“Weasley has always been a bother, there is nothing going on between us.” He gave a raised eyebrow “I’m just showing concern as a cousin, stay away from him, we don’t want our bloodline getting ruined by the likes of that.” he said

Y\n sighed “Yes Draco I know, I have to go.” she said and turned to walk away,

“See you at practice then?” he called, she walked out and made her way to the quidditch field, she was about to walk into the locker rooms when she was pulled from behind she let out a squeal.

“Shh love it’s me.” Fred laughed “Don’t bloody scare me like that.” she said hitting his chest, “I’m sorry, how can I make it up to you?” he asked.

Y\n smiled “welll.” she said leaned up and kissed him, Fred deepened the kiss, Y\n had all she could do to pull herself back, Fred pouted “You know we have to be careful.” she said catching her breath.

“I’m so sick of hiding.” Fred said “I know.”

“Know you don’t Y\n I love you but because I’m a gryffindor and you're apart of the bloody Malfoy family i’m no good.” He ranted

“Excuse me?” she asked “You heard me, you’re so worried what your family would say you always put them before your own feelings.” he continued

“Fred I..” “No Y\n I get it and if taking myself out of the picture helps then so be it.” he said

“Are you breaking up with me?” she asked Fred sighed and kissed her forehead “I’m sorry it’s just easier this way.” and walked away “Fred! Fred!” Y\n called after him she dropped to her knees and began to cry when he wouldn’t turn around.

“What’s the matter with you?” Draco asked walking up from behind her, Y\n stood up giving him an annoyed i’ll kill you look, and huffed away.

She decided to forget about quidditch and just go back to the dorm she stayed there alone not even able to cry from how numb the pain made her feel, she forced herself to go to dinner that night.

She sat by Draco and played with her food, he didn’t bother asking what was wrong knowing he wouldn’t get an answer.

She played with her food, refusing to look up in fear of seeing Fred, when she did look up she caught him looking right at her she placed her fork down and stood up.

She ran out of the great hall, tears finally started to pour out of her eyes she ran to the top of the clock tower and clapsed.

After what seemed like an internity crying she looked out at the dark sky.

"Mom?"

"Mom it's me, listen I can't do this anymore. I know you said to do as Uncle Lucius tells me and I am trying.." y/n paused to breathe

"But I can't anymore I love Fred so much and honestly I think you would like him, since you've been gone he's the only person that can really make me laugh. . . Mom I'm scared I don't wanna lose him but I don't want to lose my family either."

"Please tell me what to do." Y/n finished her rant to the sky and then just sat there in silence until someone put a hand on her sholder.

#fred wealsey fic #harry potter imagine #fluffy #rip hagrid #long post

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hangryhomo · 1 year

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this is a pigwidgeon appreciation post

#i fuckin love that little ball of feathers #I wish he was in the movies in any form #every time I listen to the third book I just imagine a tiny fluffy poof zooming around #and his nickname!!!#pig!!#god I love that little fucker #harry potter #harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban #hp #text

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kosmicsound · 2 months

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places to go next time you shift:

- a cryptid town in the deep south where everything is slightly off and the animals are not quite right (southern gothic music inspired)

- a sky castle where the clouds are just as fluffy and soft as you imagined

- a free theme park where you can just chill with your friends and go on rides as long as you want

- barbie: life in the dreamhouse where you can get ANYTHING you want and look hot doing it

- ratty catty where ur just a rat living in the walls and stealing food from the house’s owners to feed ur children (cats optional)

- subway surfers.

- infinite train ride (not to be confused with infinity train) sight see and chill on an overnight train for free!

- be a dog, live a dog life (maybe even be adopted by an immortal vampire owner)

- become an animate painting that just roasts ppl who walks past (harry potter style)

- ur cr but everything is pixelated

- be a mermaid but like a nurse shark or smth idk choose a species try not to get eaten

- any of the barbie movies

- the live action bratz movie

- THE JUST DANCE UNIVERSE GUYS. THINK ABOUT IT.

- one of those corny tiktok povs where when u turn 18 you get a superpower or smth

- the purge but after the 6th year no one bothered with murder anymore and realized lying on government tax write offs would be way better in the long run

- world where ur just someone’s drawing that came to life

- world where YOU are the ai (taking over the world is optional)

#reality shifting #shiftblr #shifting #shifting realities #shifter #shiftinconsciousness #shifting reality #shifting stories #desired reality #manifesation #shift #reality shift #shifters #shifttok #current reality #shifting consciousness #kosmicsounds

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sundrop-writes · 7 months

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My Bleeding Heart

Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Summary:

When Draco finds out that you are pregnant, he can't bring himself to be happy about the news because he doesn't want to bring a child into this wartorn world just to be another pawn in the Dark Lord's games. So, then and there, he makes a very important decision to risk everything in order to protect you and his future child.

Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader. Arranged Marriage. Angst (with a Fluffy Ending). Set during Deathly Hallows.

Word Count: 3,400

Harry Potter Masterlist | AO3 Link

Full list of warnings and author's notes below the cut.

Warnings: the reader is pregnant in this fic; this is set during Deathly Hallows and there are a lot of themes from that era - death, blood purity ideals, general violence, murder, mentions of Draco being tasked with killing Dumbledore; Draco and the reader live in an environment where they fear for their lives because they don't believe in Death Eater values completely and fear being killed for it; Draco and the reader are in an arranged marriage meant to carry on blood purity - but they have fallen in love in the marriage; the reader is a pureblood, but I have not mentioned her being related to any canon characters, so her appearance/race is not defined; general emotional angst - Draco fears for his own life, your life, and the fate of your unborn child if they are born into pureblood society; in the first half, there is some arguing/tension between Draco and the reader (but it's mostly due to the emotional tension of their situation); mentions of Dumbledore's death; non detailed mentions of sex (that's how we got the baby, duh) (sadly no smut); passing mention of abortion/pregnancy termination (they both want the child but fear for the child's safety in this environment); semi-graphic mentions of consensually inflicted injuries - Draco gets the reader to cut off the skin with his Dark Mark on it so that he can't be tracked or summoned with it; these warnings make it seem like a really dark fic but the ending is really fluffy I promise; toward the end, the reader and Draco have a toddler who refers to them as 'Mummy' and 'Daddy', and I think that is about it.

Author's Notes: The prompt of 'character finds out you are pregnant' was originally from the fluff prompts list, but because this is Draco, I couldn't help but to throw some angst in here. Because I imagine that if Draco was still living with his parents and surrounded by Death Eaters and the blood purity ideals, he would be very hesitant to want a child of his own because he wouldn't want a child to be tainted by all of it the way that he had been. Because at a certain point, the pride he felt turned sour. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy because this does get fluffy toward the end.

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Terror.

That was the very first thing Draco could tangibly say that he was feeling.

The last two years of his life had been a sickening rollercoaster of utter chaos, and quite frankly, he had become numb to it all. He had to force himself to be numb, otherwise he wouldn’t have survived. And currently, survival was his only feasible goal. But this - this news touching his ears was one thing that woke up his senses from that numbness and sent him rocketing into the harshness of reality. This made him feel again, in the worst ways. Suddenly he was nauseous, shaking, blood rocketing against his ear drums, creating a harsh thumping in seconds.

He wished that he had heard you wrong.

“Are - are you sure?” He stuttered out, feeling his hands becoming exceptionally clammy as he clutched them around nothing, his feet unsteady on the ground.

You saw him becoming remarkably pale for someone who was already so papery toned on a normal day, and you worried that he was going to faint. You worried that his harsh reaction meant that he hated the idea of you being pregnant - that he was angry with you. Of course, you realised that the fault wasn’t all on you, that was just nature. But part of you thought that he put the onus on you to take care of birth control, using potions or spells, because he had been worried about so many other things since the start of your relationship.

Up until now, you weren’t sure if you wanted what they wanted. You weren’t naive enough to look beyond the reason you had married Draco in the first place. You were there to produce the next pureblood heir with him. Originally, you had thought it was romantic, in a sense. But when you had met Draco’s family, the people he was surrounded with, the people who called themselves Death Eaters - you realised that it most certainly wasn’t an ideal environment to bring a child into.

Killing at the drop of a hat, torturing, murdering the innocent - those weren’t ideals that you wanted your child to be brought up on.

“Draco, sit down, please,” You put a hand on his shoulder, trying to usher him toward one of the expensive chairs sitting in the corner of his room.

You had stolen him away for a rare moment of privacy between meetings and Death Eaters traipsing around the house. These days, his parents always demanded that the two of you make good on appearances because you were supposed to be the sweet young couple, the future of the pureblood line.

“Are you sure?” He whispered the question much more harshly, the words hissed through his lips like pure venom as he desperately waited for you to confirm it.

He let himself be guided by you and collapsed down into the chair, sitting with his head in his hands, ruffling up his usually neat, slicked-back hair with rough, stressful fingers through it.

Your stomach twisted with your own unique stress as you watched him. You hadn’t seen him so distraught since his first failed attempt on the mission he had been given last year.

“I’m sure.” You said. “I went to the apothecary and got one of the test potions-”

“A store bought test potion?” Draco hissed.

He gave you the harshest glare that you had ever seen from him, which was saying something considering the looks of pure disdain he had given you upon first meeting. His jaw was set so tightly that it looked as though his molars were going to crush in on themselves at any moment.

Your posture shrunk back, desperately trying to hide from his invasive stare. You wished that you could have burrowed under the floorboards at that point.

You knew that it was fear and panic about the situation at large, all the death you had been surrounded with compounding onto him. But you hated that he was inadvertently taking it out on you.

After a moment of you not speaking, Draco continued.

“I should have made it myself, if you had just told me-”

“Yes, and nobody would have become suspicious if you were mulling around, gathering the ingredients for a pregnancy test potion.” You snapped back.

Draco’s face grew even more sickly at this, and you knew that you were both silently on the same page - nobody else in the house could know that you were pregnant. If they even suspected it, then it was over.

He heaved a sigh, gathering all of his thoughts before he chose one to bring to open air.

“Were you seen?” He asked, still tearing into you indignantly, talking to you as though you were stupid.

“No.” You told him, entirely certain. “I wore a large cloak with a hood, it was dark. Nobody recognized me.”

He gave you a distinct frown that said he was unsure of the truth in your words, and you rushed to trample over his potential sarcastic remark with your own.

“I suppose they don’t recognize me when I’m not on your arm, anyway.”

You scoffed out the last part, talking about this fact with distaste even though in actuality it was something you loved. You felt safe when you were with Draco. You couldn’t imagine facing the scowling faces without his arm around you.

But you knew that’s all you were in this society - Draco’s wife. That’s all you had been labelled as since you had been shipped over from America by your godmother.

You were the last of your noble pureblood family’s line. Your parents had been killed by Aurors in the name of Voldemort’s cause during the first war. After their deaths, you had been sent to live with your godmother in America, never truly understanding how your parents were killed or why.

The whole reason you had met Draco in the first place - an arranged marriage. Something that would have honoured your parents, apparently.

The Malfoys had been looking for a pureblood match around Draco’s age, and they had once known your parents, and thought of you as a good prestigious pureblood girl to marry their son. It didn’t take them long to find you, even though you didn’t mingle in pureblood society like they did. (Something they found to be a big shame and a horror upon your parents’ memory.)

Your godmother sold you out for a ‘dowry’ of two thousand Galleons, and from there, your life became a living hell.

Strangely enough, Draco had been the one anchor keeping you alive in it.

Most would say that it was because he was kind by comparison, but truly - he was easy to fall in love with when he was compassionate, sweet, loving in the smallest ways that made you feel safe during some of the most hectic times of your life.

Draco had never intended to get attached to you.

But like anything in his life - pining for the crumbs of his father’s approval, digging under all the proprietary for a single genuine gesture of affection from his mother - Draco’s heart kept beating as much as he tried to turn it off. He convinced himself that he was solid stone, but apparently, you were the pickaxe that made him crumble to pieces. After meeting him, you burrowed through the layers of snide coldness and dark humour that he used in an effort to put you off and you found that still beating heart. That soft thing that he hated so much about himself.

You dug that heart out of his chest, and - despite his best efforts to fight you off, you nursed that heart back to health. And you gave him the closest thing he had experienced to ‘love’ in years.

On the day the two of you got married, when Dumbledore’s dead body was barely cold, Draco said his vows to you with nothing but honesty in his heart. And that night, he made love to you with intense passion, held you in his arms as though you might slip away if he didn’t grip onto you tight enough. And only after you had fallen asleep in his arms, was when he allowed himself to cry. Because he knew that they now had one more way to make him hurt if they wanted to. They could kill him, they could stop the breath in his lungs, but he would die a million deaths through you being hurt in the smallest of ways before that happened.

And now - with this utterly horrifying revelation, they had new ways to hurt him. He should have died a lone man. He should have let them kill him instead of agreeing to any of this in the first place. He shouldn’t have learned to love - he shouldn’t have grown these new limbs that they could cut off savagely and tear apart in front of him.

“I got another one.” You announced when the room had grown too quiet, silent tears streaming down Draco’s face as he sat in intense contemplation. “Another test potion. An extra. I figured you’d want to see it with your own eyes.”

Even though the two of you had only met two short years ago - you knew him too well. You knew that he would want visual confirmation before his own eyes.

“Get it. Please.” He said, trying his best not to let his throat drown in these tears. He wouldn’t be reduced to sobbing.

You went to your cloak, which was hung on a hook in an opposite corner of the room, and grabbed the potion vial out of your pocket. Your shoes clacking against the floor made a terribly hollow soundtrack to the whole thing as you ripped off the small tag that was tied to the neck of the potion bottle and handed it to Draco. He read the instructions on it while you uncorked the potion.

It was simple: you put some sample of your DNA in the bottle - a hair, a small bit of blood, something like that. And then if the potion changed colours to glow white, it meant that you were pregnant. If it made no change from its original, soupy grey colour - then you weren’t pregnant.

He watched, holding his breath as you plucked a single hair from your head and then dropped it into the now open top of the bottle. When the hair made contact with the liquid, it bubbled slightly as it dissolved. Then - after only a moment, the bottle began to shake roughly in your hand as it changed colour, and surely enough - it glowed brightly white.

You were definitely pregnant.

Draco’s nausea increased. And then - in a moment, he felt a fierce sense of protectiveness wash over him. It was as though he had been slapped sharply across the face, woken up from the blind numbness he had been feeling. He knew at that moment that he needed to take action. He couldn’t simply stand by and let things happen around him anymore. He could simply sit around hoping for safety, hoping for some miracle to save the two of you.

“Happy?” You scoffed.

You took Draco’s lack of words as a negative - a sign that he was certainly unhappy with the news.

Not that you were entirely thrilled under the present circumstances - you were scared, stressed, and hating it because you had always wanted children, but not like this.

You placed the potion down on the nearest table and stormed off to the bathroom attached to Draco’s bedroom. He chased you, catching the door before you could slam it closed and lock it.

You conceded to his movements quickly and simply turned to face the sink, unable to look at him right now. You turned it on, splashing cold water on your face, trying your best not to freak out because clearly he was already playing that role. He walked up behind you, gently pressing his body into yours. Even under these circumstances, you found his presence so comforting. You found his body behind you to be nothing but a wall of safety, and you couldn’t help but to lean back into him, your eyes still tightly closed.

Draco reached around you and gently pressed his hand into your stomach - you held back tears of your own now. Clearly, you were both thinking the same thing. Thinking of the unborn child that you both needed to protect. You placed your hand over his, seeking comfort in his touch as he flattened a palm across your stomach.

It was a world shattering revelation to know that his child was resting under his hand.

“No one can find out about this.” He muttered quietly into your neck.

It was something Draco dreaded - them finding out about your pregnancy.

This is what they had been waiting for. This was the reason for the marriage in the first place. This was the pureblood heir - this was their chess piece.

Draco wouldn’t let his child become another pawn in their games.

“It’s still early.” You choked out quietly. “There are other potions. We could-” You choked on your own words, unable to even speak it aloud.

Draco dug his fingers into the fabric of your shirt protectively, quite insulted at the insinuation.

“No.” He replied, his voice rough with anger. “Unless the idea of being pregnant with my child is so utterly horrible to you-”

“It’s not that!”

You screeched, forcefully turning in his arms, wanting to face him. He kept one hand on your hip, and moved the other up to gently grasp your cheek, thumbing away your tears as they gathered. It was that gentleness that always got you. His natural instinct to comfort you.You leaned into his touches as you continued.

“I want this baby more than anything. I - I’m just terrified they’ll see that as a weakness.”

You knew it was the truth. Especially when Draco’s sullen face confirmed it. In this circle, loving anything or anyone was a weakness that could be exploited.

Draco leaned in and kissed your forehead. You closed your eyes, letting the single, solitary moment of peace wash over you.

“I’ll protect you.” He declared, his voice whisper-quiet, but nearly broken with the intensity of his words. “Both of you.” He added this on as he brushed his palm over your stomach once again.

Again, you laid your hand over his, uttering quiet assurances of love toward your unborn child.

“Draco, how-?”

He didn’t let you finish the question.

“We’ll leave. We’re leaving. Tonight.” He declared firmly.

It was something you had suggested before - to protests from Draco, many scathing comments poking holes in your plans. His parents would be killed if he left. At this point, he had to surrender to the idea that they could take care of themselves - that they had made their bed and they had to lie in it. But now that he had the Dark Mark, they would be able to find him, wherever he went. But he would find some harsh way around that.

Now that he had so much more at stake, he couldn’t care if his parents died because of his actions. He had so much more that he had to protect.

“I’ll cut off my bloody arm if I have to.” Draco mumbled quietly, and then turned sharply from the bathroom, leaving to pack.

…

“Daddy, Mummy’s not being fair! She won’t let me play with the jellyfish!”

“Draco, can you please explain to your daughter that jellyfish are dangerous and she can’t play with them?” You replied, trying your best to haul your toddler away from the rough rocks at the water’s edge where the creature had washed up.

“Love, why don’t you come and play with your toys over here?” Draco posed, trying to draw her attention toward something else. She was much like himself as a child - determined, stubborn, and wouldn’t do anything unless she believed it was her own idea first. “Come and show Daddy how to build a sand castle, hmm?”

She seemed to perk up at this. She was clever, and over-eager to show off her skills. More than eager to show her father how to do something properly if she felt that he wasn’t doing it right. This happened with everything from the way he spread marmalade on his toast to the way he tied his shoes - something she had just learned how to do that she was eager to show off her expertise in.

As she tore out of your arms and trudged across the beach to scoop some sand into her bucket, Draco had to be thankful as he watched you follow slowly behind. Purely thankful of the fact that the biggest danger your daughter had to worry about was something like a stray jellyfish washed up on shore.

Three years after escaping a life of servitude toward the Dark Lord in England, you and Draco enjoyed a quiet life with your daughter Aster in France.

You sat down beside Draco with a huff, picking up the book you had previously been reading. You flashed him a grateful smile as he listened to Aster’s detailed instructions about how they should build their castle. He gave you a wide grin in return, and you felt your insides tingle. His smile used to be something as rare as a Basilisk, but now he wore it proudly and more often - he wore his happiness without restraint.

With the short-sleeved, light linen shirt that he had on for the beach, the scar on his forearm was fully visible. It reminded you of the brave choices he had made on that night three years ago.

You had convinced Draco not to cut off his arm completely, but the two of you knew that the Dark Mark needed to go. Otherwise, the two of you could never run far enough, you would have nowhere to hide. So now he sported a large scar where you had held him down and cut the skin off with a sharp knife. That night, his parents had found his room empty, save for the flap cut-off skin in the middle of his bloody bedroom floor. Luckily, you had a talent for healing spells and Draco had been able to knick a few good potions from his family’s cupboards before the two of you left.

On the outside, it was jagged and ugly. But when he looked at it, it reminded him of nothing but freedom - of the love you had committed to him that day, to your unborn daughter.

With a couple thousand Galleons in gold taken from his parents’ stash, the two of you started a new life. You were untraceable and happy. And though there was intense relief when you read in the papers that Potter had succeeded in defeating the Dark Lord and that meant the war was over - the two of you didn’t have any plans to go back to England anytime soon.

Not when your new life was this good.

“-and see, you need to dig down until you find the sand that’s wet, that makes a good castle-” Aster drawled on, piercing her toy shovel into the ground frantically as she spoke.

Draco nodded, giving her a smile as he followed her instructions. “Yes, yes. I see. Very smart girl.”

He had gotten the two of you away from that life, and not for a moment had your daughter ever known the kind of pain or fear that you had.

“Daddy’s learning a lot today, isn’t he?” You remarked, giving Draco a sly grin.

“Good thing I’ve got this smart girl here to teach me,” He said, leaning over and giving Aster a kiss on the forehead.

That was another thing that made you fall even deeper in love with him - the droves of affection he gave to his daughter. Now that he wasn’t being watched so closely, now that he wasn’t expected to be the picture perfect son, he could love her exactly how he wanted to. He didn’t have to worry about propriety or appearing weak.

Aster giggled at this, and Draco blew raspberries on her cheek before kissing her again. She then rallied Draco up to go to the shoreline for a bucket of water. As you watched them walk hand in hand, you felt your heart ache from how overwhelmingly full of love you were.

Somehow, you found yourself endlessly thankful for the rocky road of fate that had brought you here.

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