#i agree seamus

[orphicdreamers-wp]

Hi! I wanted to send a request for rutger. Reader and rutger are dating and theyre at a frat party. Readers drunk and gets taken advantage of. Rutger finds out and him and some of the other hockey boys (who readers grown close with) take matters into their own hands.

Rescue You — Rutger McGroarty

Summary: In which you find yourself needing rescued.

Content Warning; Underage drinking(Reader is 20), sexual assault, victim blaming themselves, blood, fighting, protective Rutger & UMich Hockey Boys, 18+ content!!

Pairing: Rutger McGroarty &Reader(Romantic) Umich Hockey players & Reader(platonic)

Notes: I hope this does the request well. I also added a bit of JJ McCarthy bc I love him.

You honestly didn’t even want to be at this party, Rutger and Seamus had practically forced you to come. But nonetheless you put on a cute dress and spent the better part of the night under Rutger’s arm. You had grown bored of watching your boyfriend and his friends play beer pong. You pressed a kiss against Rutger’s cheek, “I’m gonna go grab a drink Rut.” Rutger’s hands snaked around your hips as he pulled you into a kiss that left you speechless, “I’ll be here my love.” Your heart soared as you walked out of the room and heard Rutger’s friends poke at him for being overly affectionate towards you. Which he always was when he had when he was drunk.

You entered the kitchen and began to pour vodka into a solo cup. “Pretty lame party right?” You jumped at the voice, you turned around to find it belonged to a boy in one of your lectures, Logan or Landon was his name. You smiled sheepishly, “Could definitely be better.” He grinned at this, as a sinking feeling overcame you, “I’m Landon by the way. Your in my intro to gender in media lecture right?” You nodded, “I think so, I’m Y/N.” He grinned as he grabbed a beer, “A pretty name for a pretty girl.”

Your stomach churned at his words, “Ha thanks.” He had his arm on the cabinet above your head, “You look like you could use something strong. Come on, I have fireball in my room.” You stomach sank, but you’d been drinking beer while observing your boyfriend for most of the night so your judgment was impaired as you agreed and followed him to his room. Your drunken state seemed to poise an opportunity for him. He shut his bedroom door before leading you to the bed. As you sat down you saw the look in his eyes darken as he leaned forward, further and further until his body weight was on top of you. He was easily 6’5 and potentially double your body weight so you had no way of moving.

Anna, Seamus’s girlfriend furrowed an eyebrow as she searched the house for you. She turned to Rutger, “McGroarty, where’s your girl?” Rutger furrowed an eyebrow, “I’m not sure. She said something about going to get a drink.” Anna furrowed an eyebrow as she got up to find you. Landon had both of your hands pinned down with a harsh grip. You had your back to the door, the door creaked open and you heard Anna’s voice, “Sorry, shit my bad, wait Y/N?” She would have recognized the lacy black mini dress on your body, she made it. “Your seriously cheating on Rutger when he’s downstairs?”

Landon was panicking and pulled up his pants and hurried out of the room. Once you realized he was gone from the room you broke into sobs. Anna rushed to your side, she reached out to pull you into a hug when you flinched and your tears streamed down your face, “Anna, don’t tell him.” Anna looked at the bruises forming on your wrists and her jaw clenched, “Okay, honey I won’t tell Rutger but you should.” You sniffled, “He wouldn’t be able to look at me the same. I’m scared Anna.” Anna sniffled, “Can I hug you Y/N?” You nodded through your tears and melted into your friends arms.

You finally calmed down enough to go downstairs with Anna. Rutger, Luca, Seamus, Ethan, Mark and Adam were all still playing beer pong. The game was quickly abandoned as soon as Rutger got a glimpse of your tearstained cheeks and bloodshot eyes. He was immediately heading for you, “Baby, what happened?” You pulled back from him slightly, “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have been drinking so much.” Luca’s jaw clenched, he put two and two together.

Jazz, Luca’s girlfriend shook her head, “No, you didn’t do anything wrong sweetie.” Rutger’s hands found their way into a ball, “Who did it? I need you to tell me who did this to you.” You let out a small sob, “His name’s Landon. I don’t know anything else.” Adam’s jaw tensed, “Dark hair? Big guy?” You nodded as Anna held you into a warm embrace. Adam turned to his brother, “I’ll be back.” He walked out of the room, “McCarthy!” JJ’s head shot up from the redhead he was doing a body shot off of, “What’s up bro?”

Adam scoffed, “Where’s your boy Landon?” JJ shrugged, “Last I saw him he was headed out back. Why?” Adam clenched his fist, “He just took advantage of my boys girl. I’m about to kick his ass.” JJ shot up, feeling anger course through his veins, “He did what?” Suddenly you were left standing with Anna and Jazz on either side of you. The drinking game long forgotten as your boyfriend and his teammates stormed outside. You insisted on following them.

The minute the backdoor opened, the entire feeling of the backyard changed. Landon was sat on a lawn chair with a perky blonde on his lap. JJ approached the pair and looked at the girl, “If I were you I’d move.” The girl took one look at JJ and got up, sensing the blonde football player was serious. Landon glared at his teammate, “Man I was working my magic here.” JJ scoffed, “I really don’t give a damn dude. Your such a piece of shit.” Landon scoffed and began to speak only to be cut off by Rutger punching him in the face.

Landon barely stumbled and went to retract his fist only to be punched in the face from the opposite side by Luca, “Don’t even try it bitch.” Mark came from behind pulling Landon around and punching him so hard Landon fell to the ground. Landon looked to JJ for assistance, “Bro your not gonna help me out?” JJ crossed his arms, “Not when you take advantage of a drunk girl under the same roof as me. I’m not defending you. You did it yourself.” Landon scoffed, “That’s what this is about? That bitch?” Rutger could have sworn he was seeing red as he pulled his hand back and repeated hit Landon in the face. Only stopping when he saw blood on his hands and saw the horrified look in your eyes. He scoffed, “Expect a appointment with your coach and the dean.” He walked away from him and towards you, “Y/N baby I am so so sorry.” You felt your body give way as you leaned into your boyfriend’s arms.

#hockey player x reader #fanfic #hockey #rutger mcgroarty #rutger mcgroarty x reader #hockey player #umich imagine #umich hockey #mark estapa #luca fantilli #adam fantilli #seamus casey

[starlingflight]

Priorities

A/N: I swear I'm going back to SEL now, but I sat down at my keyboard and this just came out of nowhere. Please accept this fluff filled HBP missing moment in penance for my procrastination:

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“Dean!” 

Harry's stomach dropped at the sound of Dean's name from a voice that was unmistakably Ginny's. He turned to find her hurrying towards them across the common room, her school bag hanging haphazardly from her shoulder, and her eyes bright despite the early hour. 

He wanted to keep walking. He'd thought he'd finally seen the last of her and Dean together since their break up a week ago, and he had no desire to witness more of it now, but Seamus stopped, and Harry had agreed to go to breakfast with both of them in place of Ron and Hermione, who were both busy with prefect duties. 

Reluctantly, Harry halted beside Seamus, trying to look at anything but the way the morning sunlight slanted through the common room's high windows and made Ginny's hair look like it was glowing where it framed her face. 

“I hoped I'd catch you before you left the common room,” she said. Harry tried not to listen, but it was impossible, it was like his ears were attuned to the exact, musical frequency of Ginny's voice. 

“Did you?” Dean asked sceptically. “We've not really spoken since we–” 

“Well, I've been busy with Quidditch, and OWL work,” Ginny said, and even without looking Harry knew she'd be waving a hand unconcernedly in front of her. “But I wanted to give you this back.” 

Beside Harry, Seamus sucked in a sharp breath. Harry’s neck moved without any permission from his brain, forcing him to look.

She was holding an article of claret coloured clothing out to Dean, one that Harry recognised immediately. Something integral inside him had taken great offence the first time he’d seen her wearing Dean's West Ham jumper; he'd not grown to appreciate it any more on any of the following, mercifully infrequent, occasions either. 

“You can keep it,” Dean said now, looking extremely caught off guard. “I didn’t expect you to give it back.” 

Ginny shook her head. “No, it's yours. I meant to give it you last week, but I've been–” 

“Busy,” Dean finished for her. “You said.” 

He took the jumper, clutching it awkwardly against his body. Harry looked away again. Seamus cleared his throat uncomfortably. 

“I'll just put this in the dorm,” Dean said. “No point carrying it around all day.” 

“I’ll come with you,” Seamus offered. Harry remained silent, his eyes fixed on a tapestry of a witch petting a unicorn hanging on the far wall. 

“Bye, Ginny.” 

“Bye, Dean.” 

Harry felt rather than saw Seamus move away from him. He heard the simultaneous footsteps of him and Dean making their way back to the dormitory. He didn't look away from the tapestry until he heard the door to the staircase open, when he did, it was to find Ginny looking at him apologetically.

“Did I just doom you to a solitary breakfast?” 

Harry shrugged, ignoring the flutter of butterflies rising in his stomach. “Not if you come with me?” 

Thankfully, Ginny grinned in response to this suggestion, meaning Harry was spared from dying of embarrassment that morning. 

“Come on then. I need to report back to Mum that you're eating properly.” 

“Why would I not be eating properly?” He followed her to the portrait hole. 

Ginny shrugged. “I don’t know, it's Mum, she thinks everyone's not eating properly.” 

The corridor outside Gryffindor Tower was deserted. Their footsteps echoed loudly as they made their way towards the staircase. 

“Sorry if that was really awkward,” Ginny said, throwing a glance over her shoulder, obviously checking for Dean, who did not appear to have come back down from the dormitory yet. “I've been carrying that bloody jumper around in my bag for days trying to find a time to give it back. I had to take the opportunity when it was presented to me.” 

“Honestly, I'm just glad it's gone,” Harry said, before his brain could engage his mouth. Ginny's eyebrows rose about as much as Harry's heart plummeted. “It's killed me to see you in West Ham colours,” he said quickly. 

Ginny frowned. “I didn't realise you were such a big football fan.” 

Well, he was going to have to pretend to be now. “I live with Muggles, don't I?”

“You've never mentioned a football team,” she pressed.

Harry could feel her eyes studying his face like a physical touch. His heart was hammering in his chest; his brain had conveniently chosen that moment to stop working; he couldn't name a single football team even with a wand to his head.

“I–” 

“Actually, I have a more important question!” Ginny announced, saving Harry from whatever stuttered nonsense had been about to come out of his mouth. “Do you even have a Quidditch team?” 

They were at the staircase now, Ginny was a few steps ahead of him, making their height difference even starker than usual as she looked up at him curiously. 

“Er, Gryffindor?” Harry tapped the Captain's badge pinned to his jumper. 

“No!” Ginny rolled her eyes in exasperation. She paused, waiting for Harry to catch up to her. “An actual team – a professional team?” 

“Oh, I guess–” 

“Don't say it!” Ginny said, ending Harry's sentence once more. Her eyes narrowed. “If you tell me Ron's converted you to the Cannons, I'm going to disown you.” 

“Disown me?” he repeated, his smile growing in response to the one gracing Ginny's face. “I wasn't aware you owned me to begin with.” 

“Weren't you?” She looked away from him, taking the next flight of stairs two at a time. “Well, now you are.” 

“Unless I tell you I'm a Cannons supporter?” Harry increased his pace to keep up with her. “And then you're going to disown me?” 

“Exactly.” 

Was she blushing or was that just in Harry's head? 

“I'd better not risk it then.” 

She was definitely blushing. Or, more likely, he had started with waking delusions to match the near constant ones he had about her in his dreams. 

Ginny stopped on the step directly below him. She turned, placing her hand lightly on Harry's chest, halting both his descent, and the beat of his heart. 

“Let me tell you why you should be a Holyhead Harpies fan.” 

“Is this your sales pitch?” It was a wonder he could speak at all when his lungs had stopped working. 

She nodded. She was so close, her head tilted up to look at him, and her hand on his chest spreading warmth throughout his entire body. It would be so easy to lean down and–

Ginny took a step backwards, letting her arm fall away from Harry as she continued down the stairs. Her eyes, however, never left his. 

“One.” She lifted a finger in the air beside her. “Choosing the only all-female team in the league will make you appear sensitive, and extremely attractive, to most girls.” 

“You want me to make a decision as important as this based on what girls might think?” 

Somehow, he managed to keep to himself that he was on the verge of doing just that, based on what one particular girl might think. 

Ginny shrugged. “It's a sales pitch, I'm trying to appeal to your top priorities.” 

“Well, the opinions of unknown girls isn't one of them.” 

“Good to know.” 

“Is it?” He hadn't meant for his voice to drop so low, but he definitely liked the way Ginny's smile grew in response. 

“Yes, it helps me figure out my angle.” She raised a second finger in the air. “Two: their colours are green and gold, which my mother would assure you are your colours too.” 

Harry laughed; the sound bounced off the ancient walls surrounding them. “So, upon hearing I'm not making this choice based on the opinion of girls I might, hypothetically, want to impress, your next thought was your mum?” 

“No!” Ginny protested through a laugh of her own. “My next thought was that you look good in green!”

Harry's laughter died as his breath was stolen from him once again. 

“Three,” Ginny said quickly, raising a third finger into the air. “This one is the most important.” 

“Go on,” he managed to say. 

They were almost at the marble staircase now. Ginny halted their progress by leaning against the balustrade that overlooked the entrance hall. Harry lingered beside her, finding nothing to complain about in spending longer in her company. 

“In a few years, when they sign me – which is definitely going to happen – you don't want the inner turmoil of choosing between your loyalty to another team and me.” 

“There would be no inner turmoil,” Harry said, acutely aware that he should shut up, but finding himself completely incapable of doing so when Ginny was looking at him like she currently was. “I would obviously choose you.” 

Her smile was almost too brilliant to look at, yet Harry couldn't look away. “Oh, so you'd say I'm quite high on your priority list?” 

He didn't know if she took a step closer, or he did, all he knew was that the gap between them had decreased significantly, and that his heart was threatening to beat out of his chest. 

“Fairly high, yeah.” 

Ginny's eyes bored into his; Harry was transfixed. He waited, barely breathing, to see what her response would be. The corner of her mouth twitched– 

“There you are!” Ron's voice crashed into him with the force of a lightning bolt. 

Harry jumped back from Ginny, whipping his head around to see Ron and Hermione approaching, Ron grinning broadly, and Hermione looking almost as pained as Harry currently felt. 

“Have you eaten?” Ron asked. 

Harry glanced at Ginny to find her glaring at Ron. “We were just on our way to breakfast.” 

“Excellent,” Ron said obliviously. “We're done with rounds.” 

He continued walking, without stopping, in the direction of the marble staircase, apparently secure in the knowledge that Harry and Ginny would join him and Hermione. A fair assumption, Harry reminded himself, pushing off the balustrade. 

“I'm going to tell him,” Ginny said, quietly enough for only Harry to hear as she fell into step beside him. Harry's stomach sank, his brain leaping into overdrive, imagining Ginny informing Ron that he'd just spent the whole walk from the common room treacherously flirting with his sister. “...that you've betrayed the Cannons in favour of the Harpies.” 

“I don't think I actually agreed to that yet.” He hoped his shaking voice was only detectable to him. 

If Ginny noticed, she didn't show it. She was smiling again, her eye catching his. “You as good as did,” she said as they crossed the entrance hall. “But don't worry, it can be our secret for now.” 

#hinny #harry x ginny #hbp missing moment

[archivesofthevoid]

how the hp boys would react to trans reader suggesting pegging ? xx

Trans FtM!Reader x HP boys + their reaction to pegging

Shaking over this request /pos because ABSOLUTELY

Also I only did the main ones!! If you'd like me to do a part 2 with Seamus, Dean, Oliver, and Cedric just lmk!!

NSFW warning!! Well slightly. Nothing too explicit but it's implied. Also for ALL intents and purposes, ALL HP CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR ARE 18+! Though I would assume that's obvious by now. Just wanted to place a reminder.

Harry: We all know this man is so obviously bisexual. So really if you ask him, he might seem a bit shocked at first but ultimately he like "well,,,," and then he proceeds to think about it for like the next week. Dear Lord please save this man because his classes will be SUFFERING. No one knows what he's thinking about but his brain is obviously not in the room with him. Once he actually TRIES it though? He's into it. Maybe more than he realized-

When you ask: You're both sitting in the Gryffindor common room, probably just doing some assignments to catch up in the week when you just casually pop out the question. This causes him to mess up what he was writing and also spill his bottle of ink on his paper as he looks up at you in shock. "Uh- I'm sorry what did you say?" Oh he heard you. He just didn't think you'd ask such a thing. Que him flushing and trying to come up with the words as you just grin at him fumbling.

Ron: Viktor Krum gave him some kind of awakening, let's be real. SO with that being said, he's definitely thought about it once or twice. Once you suggest it? He's protesting left and right as if he doesn't want to do it but once again, he finds himself thinking about it a bit too much. If he tries it, he'll like it but it's not his favorite in the world per say. He'd rather give than receive yk

When you ask: You're eating breakfast of course. What a classic thing right? Let's say you have a dream about it and just,,, decide to quietly bring it up to Ron who's shoving eggs into his mouth and once you ask there's suddenly VERY loud coughing in the Great Hall. Even Harry and Hermione next to you guys are just like "Bloody hell Ron what is the matter with you??" And the KNOWING SMILE YOU HAVE ON YOUR FACE??? IT'S NOT HELPING HIS CASE HERE-

Fred: oh he's so down. Do you even have to ask? He's definitely thought about it a LOT. Come on this is Fred we're talking about here. Plus I mean he's most likely dated a few guys himself so it wouldn't exactly be foreign to him. So he's naturally nonchalant about it and agrees with it. Though after you ask him he thinks about it to the point he's just like "so are we going to or…" because come on you can't just ask him that and not expect to give him something out of it!! Don't leave our boy hanging here :((

When you ask: He's working on his latest prank in his dorm room while you and him are just chilling together. You're actually behind him, running your hands through his hair and massaging his back but your thoughts were wandering while you were behind him. So you ask if he'd be into pegging. Glancing behind you he watches your face before just going "yeah of course I've thought about it. Why? You offering, love?" And just laughs when you playfully shove him

George: This man goes awfully silent when you ask. But yes he would probably do it in a heartbeat. Whether it's because he wants to please you or because he's curious? That's up for debate. To be fair though he's probably has kissed Lee like once or twice out of curiosity, or at least dated a guy but never really like went anywhere with it. Just be gentle with this man please or else he might explode lmao

When you ask: You're at the library with George, honestly just goofing off and you're supposed to be studying but since when did you guys ever actually do that? So instead you guys decide to just chat around. Though you however get the idea to ask George this whenever you guys start talking about your dating lives and how George says he's been with a guy but not BEEN with a guy. He goes oddly silent. BUT it's kinda clear by the way his face heats up that he's into the idea. You just of course smile sweetly and reassure him that it's okay and you'd be more than happy to help him in to which he gets even FURTHER FLUSTERED but y'know it's a win win

Draco: never in his life has ever even thought about it. Probably doesn't ever consider it. You'd honestly have to beg him for it?? But after enough persuasion and such, he'd give in. He just doesn't want to bottom like that y'know? After living in a toxic masculinity household for his whole life he finds it weird to bottom. HOWEVER if he does, it's a sight to see fr. He's just gotta ease into it but luckily he trusts his lovely boyfriend aka you <33

When you ask: You're sitting on one of the couches in the Slytherin common room and it's oddly quiet because it's the weekend so there's not really anyone there (thankfully bc Draco would kill you if anyone heard you ask him this) when you're looking out the window to the Black Lake and just straight up ask. He full on STOPS reading his book and snaps his head up to you like "w h a t" before you repeat your question but louder. "No no I heard you but why the hell-" and insert you guys kind of arguing over it? But not really. It's just him being in denial and you begging him playfully.

Neville: sighhhh. You're going to have to revive him first because good job man you killed him. Gave him a heart attack right then and there. But to say the least he probably would hesitate to agree as well just because he'd be so self conscious and shy?? But after TONS of reassurance and kisses then yeah he'd agree. Just promise you will keep it between you guys because he does NOT want his friends finding out. He knows the others would tease him for it and he'd actually want to crawl away for a thousand years.

When you ask: You asked when you guys were in your dorm!! You were just cuddling after classes right before dinner, enjoying the time with each other before you had to go be with everyone else (ew gross /j) and you popped the question. When I told you this man almost let out a scream just at your question alone because IT WAS SO SUDDEN?? He then proceeded to hide away in your chest as his whole face and ears turned bright red. He looked like he had the worst sunburn oh my god. You meanwhile were just CACKLING as he was trying to stumble over his words! What even could he say though? Yes?? Maybe?? He didn't even KNOW- eventually he just gave up and waited until he calmed down to try to speak. Though you reassured him over and over the whole time <33 good luck explaining why he's going to be a nervous wreck at dinner though :))

#x reader #harry potter x reader #ron weasley x reader #draco malfoy x reader #fred weasley x reader #george weasley x reader #neville longbottom x reader #fred weasley smut #george weasley smut #draco malfoy smut #harry potter smut #neville longbottom smut #ron weasley smut #x trans reader #x trans male reader

[hjparisian]

need you to fill the void- harry j potter x reader

ib: void-the neighbourhood

warnings: slight smut (p in v), tiny bit angsty(?)

It was always on and off with (Y/N) and Harry. Never seeming to last more than a few weeks until he runs back off to Cho or is pining over Ginny Weasley. Even then, nothing stops them from turning him away.

It all began in fifth year after the whole tri-wizard-tournament-cedric-dying fiasco. (Y/N) was there for Harry, comforting him when the nightmares hit, when Seamus and others didn't believe Harry when he said Voldemort was back. They were there for him. Things led to another and they used sex as a way to forget. Forget the outside world. Forget about anyone else. It was only them and no one else. And (Y/N) liked it that way.

Harry cuts it off after telling them he is starting to like Cho, but hopes to stay friends. Even though it stung, (Y/N) agreed. But he would come back. Saying he misses what they have, goes back to Cho, comes back after the DA was discovered because of her and being upset, falling for Ginny, coming back after the death of his godfather Sirius Black, the list could go on and on.

After a while, (Y/N) started to have enough. Having liked Harry since second year, all they wanted was to actually have him for longer. To hold him forever. But the one thing they fear if they were to tell him off about this is that he'll leave them. The one person who made them feel everything, just out of their life.

Which is why when he shows up to their empty room needing to clear his head, all thoughts left their head, accepting him with open arms. Harry babbling words consisting of "I'm sorry" and "I need you." Which led to the situation they are in now.

(Y/N) riding Harry, his hands on their hips helping to guide their movements. Praises coming out of his mouth. "You feel so good. Can't believe I haven't touched you in a week." Anything to make you believe he truly missed you. Anything to make him wonder how he's gone by without laying a hand on you for days on end.

Harry's right hand drags up (Y/N)'s body, pulling them down to leave traces of him on their neck. "You make me feel alive. You fill the void in me," he lowly mumbles in their neck. Their pace going faster and faster. "God Harry," (Y/N) begins. "Don't stop, please!" The feeling of an orgasm building up in them.

A couple more thrusts led to the feeling of paradise. The need to release. The smell of sex filling up the empty air of the room, sounds of heavy breaths and panting replacing the silence of the dorm. (Y/N) pulls themselves out of Harry, laying beside him.

"I've missed you," Harry starts, staring at them. "You just make me feel something different. You make the empty feeling go away." (Y/N) doesn't say a word, not knowing if Harry is speaking truthfully this time or if it's just the cloudy feeling in his head. They feel him shift closer, his hand touching their thigh, lips touching their neck. Harry still needs more.

It's not rare for them to go for another round or two. (Y/N) accepts that fact. This means that they'll be able to hold each other for longer. Feel each other for longer. Maybe he'll actually stay with them for once. Maybe he won't go back to pining after Ginny. Maybe they won't only be there to fill the void in poor Harry.

Even if he leaves and tries to comes back, (Y/N) knows in the back of their head, no matter how much they truly hate this, no matter how much they wanna say no, they'll always let Harry in. That's how much they truly love Harry.

"You paralyze me every time I try to find some paradise I've got to fill the void And now I'm paranoid"

#harry james potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter #harry james potter x reader #hjp #hjp x reader #hp fanfic #harry potter smut #harry potter x reader smut

[sitp-recs]

Happy St Patrick’s Day! I’m lucky to be friends with two amazing Irish creators and I thought I’d do a short rec list to celebrate them today. These fics (and art!) are great fun and full of references to the Irish language, landscape and traditions. It was really cool to learn more about the Irish culture through them, and I hope you enjoy them as much as I did:

🍀 The Matchmaker by @maesterchill (T, 368 words)

Seamus has had it up to feckin' here with Harry and Malfoy. It's time to take matters into his own hands.

🍀 Is tú mo Rogha [Art] by @maesterchill (G)

Malfoy in a boat—a tiny thing, hide stretched over wood, the sweet elegant curve of the prow beckoning them forward, behind them nothing but the rocky rise of a small island, ahead of them nothing but sea the same grey as Malfoy’s eyes.

🍀 Last Offices by @tackytigerfic (M, 7k)

It didn't seem fair that Malfoy was dead, and Harry was supposed to just keep on living without him. He had lost enough people to know that he probably would keep on going—his stubborn heart was still beating, after all, even though it felt like it was going to break. But first, he had to get through the laying out of the dead—those old Pureblood funeral rites—even if every time he touched Malfoy's too-cold body, he was reminded of how things used to be, and how things might have been.

🍀 Offer Up Our Hearts by @tackytigerfic (M, 23k)

Harry Potter has a very nice life, thank you very much. He's a top Curse-Breaker with a lucrative Ministry contract, and exciting prospects ahead. Sometimes he does wish that he had time to pursue something official with Draco Malfoy - they're half in love with each other, after all, and a great team (in and out of bed), though Draco is still one of the most infuriating people he knows. And when Draco asks Harry to accompany him on a diplomatic mission to the mysterious Sidhe fairies in Ireland, Harry agrees to lend his expertise. Especially since the Sidhe diplomat is a handsome fairy prince who's also in love with Draco.

🍀 Wild - orphaned (E, 93k)

“No,” Harry said, by way of greeting. Malfoy’s blonde head rose slowly, carelessly. “Get out.” “I feel as though we’ve already established this, Potter,” Malfoy responded. “And I feel that what we established was that you telling me to get out of places really doesn’t make me more likely to vacate them.”

#Drarry reclist #celebrating Irish creators 🇮🇪 #happy st patricks day

[sukisheadlights]

hi there!! do you think you could write something about blaise bragging to his friends about being able to ask reader to the yule ball without being nervous but then when the actual day of the ball comes he's a pile of nerves, very unlike his usual calm self, and reader calms him down with a kiss??

𝘢/𝘯: 𝘏𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦! 𝘐 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘐 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦! since any specific pronouns weren't mentioned I'll use gn pronouns :) 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

blaise zabini x gn!reader

A Yule ball tale of nerves and romance - Blaise Zabini.

You don't remember when exactly, but you have been crushing on this man for AGES

You've gotten really good at hiding it, your facade didn't even falter once you guys became 'friends.'

Little do you know, Blaise is absolutely mesmerized by you. Like, that man watches you like a HAWK; it's like he's constantly trying to memorize every little detail about you, down to the freckles scattered across your face and how you furrow your brows when you're struggling with math calculations.

That's why it was so easy for his friends to catch on. Everyone saw it but you two.

After ALOT of persuasion (and a few threats from Draco (Thanks buddy) ) Blaise finally agreed to ask you out.

As if the 'intervention' never happened, Blaise started pretending he was going to do that anyway, that he wasn't nervous in the slightest. All while you were entirely clueless on what was to happen soon.

FINALLY (much to Draco's relief), it was the day Blaise was supposed to ask you out.

The man followed you to the library even though he had no work there. (as always.)

You sat together, alone, at the table. Blaise was the only one aware of the tension between you, with your knees touching and you wearing his jacket. As much as he hated to admit it, he was nervous. He didn't know what you'd say, how you'd react, or maybe you'd just stop talking to him entirely, avoiding him in the hallways like you've been avoiding Seamus (long story)

He finally decided there was 'no time like the present' when you left to get a textbook. He quickly retraced your steps and found you at a bookshelf, more secluded than the others.

He saw you struggling and trying to reach some books. Hesitantly he went to help you, preparing himself with all the possible jokes he could make about your height.

He reached for the book and you turned around, ready to thank him when you realized how close you actually were. and how easy it would be to kiss him oh.my.god.

Finally, he wasn't the only one feeling the tension.

"hi" you breathed out, taking in the depth of his dark brown eyes and how he looked so handsome in his uniform that it was almost cruel.

He did the same, the light from the window beside the two of you made you look like the angel you were, and your eyes looked like pools of gold, lit up by the sun. He noted the messiness of your hair, that somehow only made you look prettier, he watched the way your eyelashes fluttered. And Finally, he prayed and hoped you didn't see the way he melted at the sight of you.

He didn't even realize when the words started spilling out "Can I ask you something?"

before you could reply he began talking again. you weren't sure he understood what he was saying either but you tried to make sense of the string of "uhm" "maybe it's a bad idea" "Seamus" "uhh" and other more 'colorful' vocabulary. You only realized what he was trying to do when you heard the words 'yule' and 'ball', in that order.

"Blaise." He instantly stopped talking, hating how much he loved the way his name rolled off your tongue.

And before either of you could realize it, your lips were on his. he pulled you close almost instantly (after the shock wore off) and the two of you moved in sync. It was the most natural thing ever as if being in his arms was second nature.

Reluctantly he pulled away, but any nervousness he had only washed away, butterflies taking their place. "Can I be your date to the yule ball?"

You nodded, the ghost of a smile lingering on your lips as you went in to kiss him again. (And it only got better the second time around.)

You were the one to pull away now, giggling softly while he smiled brightly.

And neither of you stopped when Madam Irma Pince, the Hogwarts Librarian shushed you as she walked by, completely oblivious to what just happened.

#yule ball #blaise zabini #blaise zabini x reader #harry potter x reader #dark academia romance #they're so precious #wow i wrote this #how did i do that #stunning #precious

[beloved-blaiddyd]

A/n: this drabble has been on my drafts since April 2023 apparently so might as well post it lol

Allying yourself with the Fatui would certainly earn you glares that were hateful, concerned, or perhaps a mixture of both. But of course, that uncomfortable feeling is amped up when the masses become aware of who you worked for. The man doesn't need to call your name. He doesn't need to treat you as an employer would.

He only needed to whistle.

"Coming, Lord Dottore!"

The second harbinger already garners quite the unwanted attention with his getup alone. Your master in particular donned a pink bowtie and a black-and-white mask. The latter in particular makes ergonomic designers raise an eyebrow at its lack of breathing room. Perhaps in the oxymoronic frigid nation of love, the people wouldn't mind if you were beckoned with a whistle. It's not the strangest thing in Snezhnaya— some fatuous were summoned with the sound of a whip.

But in places like your homeland, the old Mond? Chances are, he won't whistle because he craves your attention— no. He'd do it to show you off. You'd have your old neighbor Seamus Pegg himself praying to the Anemo Archon that your mind remains intact. Not that those prayers would work on those who linger with the heretic. You've likely lost your mind before you agreed to become his test subject.

Still, this Dottore is quite impatient compared to his predecessors. Be glad he has yet to tinker with your vessel to make it more akin to an actual dog. So don't test him.

"Hmm. At least with you, I see no issue when it comes to loyalty like that Krupp— whatever his name was," Dottore scoffed with blatant disinterest. "Still unimpressive, however. You're 0.0035 seconds late. Do better."

"Yes, Lord Harbinger."

His words are cold, but his half-mask hides the smirk that creeps on his face as he ruffles your hair. With enough conditioning, he'll have no need to reassemble your insides to make you as un-aesthetically pleasing to anyone but himself as possible. Your behavior and inflicted phobias would be enough to mark the mad scholar's claim.

Go on, little (Y/n), run. Aren't you afraid of what happens after the whistle?

#yandere webttore x reader #webttore x reader #yandere dottore #yandere webttore #yandere genshin #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere male #$ brynn's manuscripts

[mastermindmiko]

Oblivious

Pairing: Ron Weasley + fem!reader

Word count: 937

Summary: You can't find a date for the Christmas party, and you're completely oblivious.

Warnings: being oblivious and negative thoughts, not proofread.

Hey! If you think this didn't completely suck, feel free to check out my masterlist.

I was the best Potions maker in my year, in all of hogwarts if I'm feeling confident that day, so naturally, I'm invited to go to Professor Slughorn's Christmas party that all members of the Slug-club are invited to.

My dilemma was that I had no date. Hermione told me to go alone, but Ron's word from fourth year (no matter how pathetic) echoed into my head. I did not need Ron to think that I'm pathetic.

Harry was also in search of a date, but when I asked him (desperately), he just turned red and fumbled. I assume that the thought of being my date was just so awful, he couldn't stand it.

I thought about asking Ron, but remembering his kiss with Lavender made me feel an ache in my chest. I didn't know what their relationship status was, so I didn't want to overstep any boundaries.

Not even Cormac Mclaggen asked me, and he's asked everyone. I didn't want to go with him, of course, but why was it that no one wanted to be my date.

When the party was only a week away I started to grow desperate. I asked Dean, Seamus, Neville, but none of them agreed. Maybe there was something wrong with me because a few nights before they were all talking about how much they wanted to go, I told Ron about wanting to ask them, then the next day they all told me they weren't available.

Neville was desperate enough to work at the party, but not be my date. Was serving people tiny confections and drinks more tolerable than evening with me?

I had to find a way to deal with the fact that I was simply undateable and that I would have to go to ball on my own. So, naturally, I curled up into my dorm and cried while eating chocolates.

A knock echoes through the dorm room, and I wipe away any excess chocolate that could've been on my mouth, then I allow the person to enter. Ron says, "Are you okay? Hermione said that you've been crying."

He walks to my bed, and I sniffle. He continues, "I was worried, since you know..."

"Since what?" I ask, confused. He just blushes and waves it off. He hesitates before sitting next to me on the bed. He purses his lips then looks around the room awkwardly.

He points to the dress that's hanging against the doorframe of the bathroom, making sure it doesn't wrinkle. It was an amazing dress, the perfect shade of blue that was a perfect mix between elegant and casual. It was perfect for the party.

"Is that the dress you're wearing to the party tomorrow? You'll look beautiful." He says then flushes. My eyes snap to him at the statement. He stutters, "Not that the dress will make you beautiful - you're always stunning."

"Can we not talk about the party?" I groan, rubbing my face with my hands that I checked were chocolate free. Ron inquires, "Is that what this is about? The party."

I groan and lay back into my bed, back spread on the mattress while my legs dangle off it. I confess, "I don't have a date."

Ron copies my position and looks at me. His face turns into a frown. He says, "I'm sure you'll find someone."

"I haven't been able to find someone for weeks."

"I um I am free tomorrow." Ron says, and I reply quickly, "You'll use that time well and finish that potions homework you've got."

Hos frown deepens, but it's true. The only reason why I'm friends with Ron, Harry, and Hermione was because a few years ago, I was told to tutor Ron in potions.

I think back to the fact that I'm dateless and I let out a singular sob. I feel a tear trickle down the side of my cheek as I stare up at the ceiling. I cry, "Is there something wrong with me? Why does no one like me?”

After my confession, I hear a snort from my right. I whip my head to find Ron smiling at me. I frown, why was he smiling at my misery? “Why are you smiling?"

He doesn't reply, but he looks at me like I'm both an idiot and another way that I can't quite place. I ask, "Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’re so stupid.” He chuckles after a beat, and my frown deepens. Nothing was making sense. What did I say that would make me loom stupid? I pout and ask, “What do you mean?”

“You ask too many questions.” Ron, let's out with a smile. The next thing I know is that he's hovering over me with a hand on my cheek and his lips pressed to mine.

I hold his face and kiss him harder. My heart is beating a hundred miles a minute and my stomach feels like its going to explode. I have a sappy smile on my face before I pull away to mumble, sadly, "What about Lavender?"

"What about her?" Ron replies, holding himself up by his forearms that are on either side of me. I pout again and say, "You two kissed."

"That was nothing. I pushed her away afterwards." Ron says, and he looks confused. I smile, knowing that him and Lavender aren't a thing. I say, "Never mind, just keep kissing me."

And he does. He whispers against my lips, "You taste like chocolate." He continues to kiss me like his life depended on it.

I guess I do have a date after all.

a/n: I think that this is one of my favourite confessions I've ever written, I think it's adorable. Also, I'm aware that the GIF is the dinner party, not the Christmas party, but I couldn't find any other relevant ones.

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[marypaol]

Spinning Bottles

Draco x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Germs, Kissing but not much details, use of the word Mudblood, let me know if I missed any :)

Summary: Various students of Hogwarts play Spin the Bottle.

Note: I feel like I have to apologize for constantly posting but I keep getting ideas!

Part of warnings: Hermonie does get preferred as a Mudblood in here, but I want to let you guys know that I’m not a Hermonie hater I love her and the actor.

It’s just Slytherins being themselves. Enjoy!!

Masterlist

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Laughter filled the air as a Slytherin girl licked the floor, nose twisted in disgust as soon as she did so.

“Ew! Gross!” She squeaked, grabbing a napkin that someone gave her and wiped her tongue as if it would wipe the germs from other people’s shoes off.

“I can’t believe you made me do that.” She snarled at Blaise who was dying on his back but stopped to whimper when the girl punches his arm.

“Ow, it was just a dare. You’re the one who chose it instead of truth.” He laughed.

She scowled as she sat down in her spot of the circle, looking around at the group for someone to go next.

The group was made up of multiple Houses, anyone who was brave enough to enter the Slytherin Common Room after hours. Obviously there weren’t Ravenclaws part of it, their desire to keep their amount of detentions to a zero strong.

But there was a mix of the other three Houses, all of them wanting to have fun and see people kiss each other with red cheeks or do something stupid for the purpose of future popularity.

Draco, reluctantly among them, turned to the girl beside him when he noticed her not showing much interest. “Aren’t you having fun?”

She scoffed, looking up from her fingers she was previously fiddling with out of boredom. “Please, I lost interest when Weasley admitted his dying feelings for the Mudblood.”

Draco chuckled, patting her arm as if he was telling her to calm down her yet he couldn’t agree with her more.

Pansy groaned after some Hufflepuff was dared to kiss the girl next to him.

“These are getting so boring, anyone have any ideas?”

No one dared to speak, everyone’s eyes on her like she was in charge. Pansy sighed in annoyance until her eyes lit up with mischief.

She got up without waiting for anyone to have a second left to answer, picking up a empty bottle of Fire Whiskey they had previously drank. She sat down and set it the middle of the circle, a smirk playing on her lips.

“Who’s first?”

All the Slytherins smirked as other House members sank into themselves, gulping noticeably.

“I vote Seamus.” Blaise nodded at the boy who seemed to be more nervous than the others. The group made noises of approval, clapping their hands on their laps as a drumroll. Seamus swallowed, reaching towards the bottle with shaky hands and spun it hesitantly. All sets of eyes watched it like it was some sort of device made to hypnotize them, and it seems like it was doing just that. All lungs seemed to stop working when the bottle slowed, Seamus’s heart almost being audible. It stopped, it’s tip pointed straight at Ginny. Her cheeks flushed as Seamus and her made eye contact.

Some people looked away, like the girl, but others cheered as their lips connected in a short kiss before both teens separated quickly with red faces.

Pansy laughed the loudest, almost like she had to come up with some way to tell the group that she was the cause of what they just saw. “Aww how cute!”

She squealed. “Who’s next?”

The eyes of the Slytherins scanned the circle. It was unspoken but known that they were in charge; not only because the event was occurring in their Common Room, but they were the people who tended to be most intimidating. And people were just followers not leaders, who didn’t bear to find out what happened if they didn’t obey their directions.

Blaise again chose, and his choice again didn’t disappoint. “Weasley, you go. Let’s see if you would ever kiss someone that isn’t Granger.”

Ron’s cheeks turned into the color of his hair at the comment, chuckles flowing around like a flood.

Just like Seamus, Ron had shaky hands and he wiped them on his robes, reaching forward and gripping the body of the bottle. His Adam’s apple bobbed with anxiety as his hand turned, bottle spinning, tip going around, around, and around.

The girl wasn’t really paying attention, picking at her nails and thinking about anything besides what was happening. It was only then that she noticed everyone was quiet, a silence awkwardly hanging in the air. Her head picked up, looking around when she heard a scoff next to her. Everyone was watching her every move like a substance under a microscope.

“What?” She snapped, a few people flinching at the sharp demand. She made eye contact with Blaise, who looked at the floor.

It seemed like everyone was looking in the same place so she followed suit, eyes landing on the bottle tip pointing right at her. Her chest squeezed, looking around for a red face and it landed on Ron.

“There’s no way my girlfriend is kissing Weaslebee.” Draco snarled suddenly, scoffing once more as he silently dared anyone to protest.

Pansy chuckled. “Malfoy, loosen up, it’s just a game. Have a little fun.”

Draco lost it at the singular protest against his word. He grabbed the girl by the arm and stood up, bringing her up with him.

“I said, there’s no way my girlfriend is kissing Weaslebee.”

The statement hung in the air as he stood there to let it sink in, gripping her arm a little tighter he led her out of the Common Room and into his dorm, slamming the door harshly when they entered.

She sighed softly, reaching towards him to grab his arm, rubbing circles on his elbow.

“Draco, it’s fine. I wouldn’t have let him kiss me anyway.”

He sighed as well, running his pale fingers through his even paler hair strands.

“It doesn’t matter. The fact that Pansy encouraged it was out of wack.”

The girl nodded in understanding even though she didn’t fully comprehend what was said.

“Let’s just sleep it off.” She suggested, replacing his fingers with hers, trying to soothe the anger and rising jealousy.

Draco shook his head but let her continue massaging his scalp. “Not tired.” He mumbled simply.

She nodded even though he couldn’t see her and put her other hand on his head, now using both hands to comfort him.

“Well do you want to at least lay down?”

He nodded at this, following her as she lay down in his bed, legs tangling and hands running through hair.

Yes, Draco was protective, but he was also for sure a hogger.

-Sorry for any grammar/spelling errors I didn’t look it over. I hope you enjoyed!

#draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy x reader #draco x reader #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #imagines #stories #tom felton x reader #x reader

[dmercer91]

rookie love, sc26

seamus casey x devil! reader

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[jackhues]

halloween (p's version)

"wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey."

mama groaned, turning around to try and go back to sleep. she was having a nice dream about flying with cotton candy wings until that voice had interrupted it.

"c'mon, peach," the voice said again. "it's halloween morning and we literally made eggs and bakey."

mama furrowed her brows, eyes still closed, wondering why peanut was calling her peach. it was always mama.

also, why did peanut sound like a man?

"dylan, you're too close to my face," she said, finally opening her eyes.

dylan grinned, clapping his hands as mama finally got up.

"mama!" peanut called her. "look who's here!"

peanut was seated in ethan's arms (no surprise there), while the two of them stood by for dylan to wake mama.

"we've got some more of the boys downstairs," dylan said. "but i don't trust them very much with the food, so we probably all wanna get down before they burn something, or finish it all."

mama looked around tiredly, but couldn't help the smile that grew on her face. "well, it's nice to be back in michigan."

--

"holy shit!"

"language!" mama threw a popcorn kernel at seamus. "she picks up on this stuff quickly."

peanut grinned deviously in response.

the umich boys, mama, and peanut had eggs and bacon for breakfast (with no one burning down the house). after that, they all dressed up in their costumes (ethan was willy wonka, dylan and tyler were the slinkie dog, jacob was batman, seamus was the joker, luka was jake from subway surfers, peanut was an oompa loompa, and mama was dr. doofenshmirtz) and went out to eat lunch.

they were now in the middle of a not-really-scary movie marathon, but some of them were still scared.

"it's hotel transylvania 2," tyler shook his head. "why do you need to swear?"

"i didn't think she was gonna be pregnant!" seamus defended himself. "i mean, she's a vampire. doesn't that mean you're dead?"

"don't question hotel transylvania logic," dylan said seriously.

"yeah dude," peanut agreed. "just don't."

ethan (who's side peanut refused to leave) laughed at her statement, causing a lot of the others to start laughing as well.

mama smiled at the boys. even though these weren't her boys, the brothers she saw grow up into who they are today, these were still family.

and it was nice to spend halloween with family.

#peanut's world! au #naqia's au's! #naqia writes! #hughes!sister #jack hughes #quinn hughes #luke hughes #umich hockey #umich boys #umich wolverines

[thecouchsofa]

Trick or Treat!! ☆

Very rough, unedited snippet from a WiP that hasn't been touched in a few months, but I'm hoping to pick up again after the fest fic that I'm currently working on!

Context: Malfoy jokingly declares his feelings for Harry in front of a few portraits of his ancestors and gets locked into courting him or he'll be disowned. Embarrassment, meddling, ill-advised betting, and shenanigans follow.

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By the end of the day, Dean and Seamus had somehow acquired an extensive list of possible courting gifts and were running a betting pool on which ones Malfoy would choose.

“There’s no way the papers won’t be getting wind of this,” Hermione cried, a deep frown etched onto her face. “Honestly, you’d think everyone would have some tact.”

“Do you think you could ask him to send you a family heirloom next?” Ron asked. “I put ten Galleons on it.”

“Ron,” Hermione cried.

“It’s fine,” Harry sighed.

“And I seriously doubt Malfoy will give Harry some kind of priceless heirloom. He gets to keep all the gifts if he rejects the proposal at the end.”

“Do I really?” Harry asked.

“Apparently,” Hermione replied. “Everything seems to be a little different depending on the family, though. Perhaps the Malfoys prefer to have the gifts be temporary?”

“Harry, do you have any idea what you’re getting next?” Ginny asked, flopping down on the couch next to her brother. “Lavender talked me into putting a few Galleons on sweets, but I seriously doubt it’ll be that.”

“If I get some then I’ll share them with you,” Harry replied.

“Oh, brill,” Ginny said with a smile.

“You’ve all gone mad,” Hermione cried.

Harry couldn’t help but agree with her. Surely it was more likely at this point that he’d fallen off his broom and hit his head one day, and he was in some sort of odd Stasis fantasy?

“Guess I may as well put a bloody bet in,” Harry sighed, heaving himself out of the armchair. “If this is a fever dream then I’m guaranteed to win, right?”

“Oh, you’ll win all right,” Seamus called from across the room. “Blaise Zabini’s going around saying Malfoy has a huge cock.”

“He’s quite dreamy, isn’t he?” Parvati said. “You’re a bit lucky, Harry.”

“Merlin,” Harry muttered. “Should I put a few Galleons on his cock being the next gift then, Seamus?”

“If you want. It’s not on the list, but we could add it.”

“Put me down for ‘wood’ then,” Harry muttered, tossing a few Galleons into Dean’s waiting hand.

“Thank you for your business, Mr. Potter,” Dean said cheekily. “Or should we start calling you Mr. Malfoy?”

The common room dissolved into more laughter than Harry thought the joke warranted, personally.

“You’re all bloody mental,” Harry muttered, his cheeks heating.

Hermione placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “You can always say no at the end,” she said.

#asks #my stuff #drarry #drarry fics

[starsandhughes]

i’m imagining the umich boys utter confusion at luke calling sissy mom. like dylan thinks it’s just ellen, till whenever she visits luke and he breaks out into a sprint screaming “mom”. by the end of that weekend she’s adopted ethan and the rest of the team.

luke has always used sissy and mom interchangeably ever since the whole mom thing started. there’s been multiple times he’d be telling a story to his teammates about you and use both sissy and mom, which always left the umich boys in complete and utter confusion. they assumed “mom” meant ellen, but sometimes the stories didn’t make any sense to be about ellen. only duker knew, but he thought it was too funny to let the rest of the team in.

“is he talking about his sister or his mom right now?”

“technically, neither.”

it was luke’s first umich hockey game, and you were there to support him this weekend. you were excited to meet the rest of his team! meeting your brothers’ new teammates was always the best days, and today you got to meet a whole team! to say you were thrilled was an understatement.

you arrived on friday and luke invited the whole team out to go to dinner with you and him to meet you. they were all familiar with his brothers, even though they hadn’t actually met them, but almost everyone had not really known of your existence.

you told luke you’d meet him at dinner, but you decided to watch a bit of practice first as a surprise. you hid in the corner for a while, and when they started to wrap up, you made your way to the locker room. the first group of boys that trickled in did not have luke with them, but luke came in only seconds after.

“MOM!” Luke shouted, shoving his way through his teammates to hug you. you stood up in his stall with your arms wide open and he ran over to grab you, spinning around as he hugged you with your feet lifting off the ground. “i wasn’t expecting you until tonight!”

“surprise!” you laughed.

luke quickly introduced you to the room, briefly saying everyone’s names. you barely caught any of them, but you’d be going out to dinner with them all soon so you weren’t worried.

“can i say it?” dylan asked excitedly. you rolled your eyes playfully and nodded. “SISSY!”

you laughed as he ran to hug you, too, “well hello to you, too, duker!”

“wait, wait, wait!” one of them interjected, ethan you think. “y/n is sissy AND mom?” the three of you nodded as if it made perfect sense. “well that explains a lot.”

the dinner was great, and you really loved these boys. you specifically made sure to introduce yourself to ethan and seamus since they were going to be on the devils.

“so how did mom come to be?” ethan asked you during some one on one conversation time. seamus got pulled into a conversation with luke.

“luke accidentally called me mom when he was in middle school during this one month jack and i decided to try to date, and we thought it was funny so we ran with it. jack is his dad but we really only call me mom,” you laughed.

“so all i have to do is accidentally call you mom and i can be adopted?” ethan smiled, tilted his head to clue in that he was technically asking.

you smiled back, “you do give off major my son energy…”

“so…?”

“i’ll text jack since he’s my husband,” you agreed.

by the end of the weekend when it was time for you to go, ethan was officially your second son (much to dylan’s chagrin) and the rest of the team was hugging you and tell you they’ll miss you.

“i want you to be my mom!” seamus announced.

“me too!” adam added.

a chorus of agreements and pleads echoed around the room until you stepped in.

“alright!” you laughed. “it has to be a secret because of jacky boy, but i officially declare myself as team mom!”

#penalty box series: blurbs #penalty box series #luke hughes #ethan edwards #dylan duke #umich blurbs #umich hockey

[startanewdream]

#1 - Smile, for @hinnymicrofic. Around 500 words.

(So excited about this!)

The sound of the giggles made Ginny huff and throw an annoyed glance at the Fourth Year girls reunited around a table in the Common Room; Crookshanks, until then napping quietly on her lap, woke up with an indignant meow.

“Sorry,” she asked, patting him under the chin until the cat lied down again.

“What’s bothering you?” Hermione asked, peeking from her book.

“That stupid poll.”

“Oh.” Hermione smirked. “It’s not finished yet?”

“They are counting the votes.” She rolled her eyes. “I just wished they’d do it quietly. Harry is not even around.”

“If he were, he would be hiding.” Hermione laughed; she was enjoying this too much for Ginny’s taste. “He is not keen to find out what is his best feature according to a selected pool of eleven to seventeen-year-old girls and boys.”

“We all know what’s going to win. His eyes.”

“That was my vote,” agreed Hermione, unashamed. “Ron voted on his hair, but I think he was just teasing.”

“Harry’s hair is okay,” Ginny said, distracted. “It’s dark and messy, makes you want to ruffle it—”

“Does it?” Ginny bristled with the teasing. “That’s what you voted on?”

“No,” Ginny replied dignifiedly. “That was a stupid poll, I told you.” Under Hermione’s piercing gaze, she flushed. “And his best feature wasn’t even an option anyway.”

“What did they miss? Even his scar was there.”

“That was bad taste—and it’s obvious. It’s Harry’s smile.”

Hermione raised her eyebrows. “Smile? Are we talking about slightly moody, prone to snap, Harry? Or are you thinking about his oddly arrogant smirk ?”

“No, his smile. Normal smile. Happy smile. Lips curved, eyes lightened, dimples at the corner of his mouth.” A blush came to her cheeks and Ginny looked down quickly, glancing down to her pile of books to revise. “He smiled like that a lot during summer break, but I guess he has other things on his mind now.

“Or maybe he doesn’t have the same reasons to smile so much. You also seem less excited than you were in the summer.”

“You mean when I had no worries about exams and revisions and—”

“And Dean.”

Her blush intensified. “I smile around Dean,” she said. Maybe Dean had been annoying her lately more often than not, sure, but still, he made her happy—though she couldn’t recall the last time she’d met him and beamed… Wait, he’d told Seamus a joke the previous night and Ginny had laughed: did that count?

“I’m just saying,” Hermione noted calmly. “Maybe Harry’s smile is not viewed as his best feature because he saves it for special moments.”

She was going to reply, but then the portrait door opened, and Harry entered the Common Room with Ron. They were talking, an easy expression on Harry’s face, but when he caught Ginny’s eyes, his face lit up and there it was: the smile that Ginny associated with hot and bright summer days.

And then she understood why no one would notice it, because Harry quickly bit his lip, waving at her rather awkwardly, and looked away, the smile carefully hidden.

Around the table, Romilda let out a loud giggle as she announced they had the final result. Ginny rolled her eyes again and pulled a book to herself; that pool would never reveal Harry’s best feature.

#smile #hinny microfic #hinny #HBP Missing Moment

[thatblackravenclaw]

The Date

Blog Details + My Library

Neville Longbottom x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k

warning(s): fluff, cursing, smut-ish, dry humping-ish, not proofread

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I can’t believe I agreed to another blind date. Tiffany owes me a lifetime of Cauldron Cakes if this doesn’t work out. The last time I went to one of these, she set me up with Justin Finch of all people and all he did was talk about himself. I just drank Butterbeer until he become barely. The date finally ended about two, agonizing hours later. As soon as we got back in the castle, we went our separate ways and I have not talked to him since.

Now, I’m sitting in Madam Puddifoot’s, in a corner, ten minutes early, trying to guess who my mystery date is. Tiff knows pretty much everyone at Hogwarts so it could be anybody really, but she only dates tools so I doubt it’ll be anyone good.

Five minutes go by before I hear the bell above the front door ring. It’s Neville. He looks a bit nervous. This is honestly the last place I thought I would see him. It’s not a very crowded place, so it’s good for an introverted person like him, but it’s a bit.. girly for him. But since he’s here, I can’t help but admire him. He’s gotten taller since we first got to university. He towers over a good amount of people at school. Even some of the professors.

His eyes wander around the room as if he’s looking for someone. Considering the only single person in here is me, I’m guessing that I’m his date. I get up from the table and walk over to him. His height is definitely intimidating up close, but his shyness makes it less intimidating.

“Hi Neville,” I say as gently as possible. I guess it works since I can visibly see him relax.

“Hi y/n,” He says not quite at a normal tone, but not a whisper either.

“I guess I’m your date,” A small smile wipes on my face. He nods his head, and we walk to where I was sat.

“I wasn’t sure what you’d like so I ordered an herbal tea. That alright?” I ask as we sit down. He nods his head again and I nod in acknowledgement.

It’s quiet for a bit before Madam Puddifoot comes back with our tea.

“Anything else for you dearies?” I look over at him to see if he wants anything.

“Ginger Newts? Please?” She warmly smiles at him and toddles to the back. The quietness takes over again. I reach a hand over and hold his.

“You don’t have to be nervous Nev. It’s just me.” His eyes soften and he lets out an exhale.

“Y-You’re actually the prettiest girl in our grade.” My smile can’t help but widen at getting a full sentence out of him.

“Only in our grade? Damn, looks like I gotta aim for prettiest in the school.” He smiles at that, and we drink our tea.

The conversation goes smoothly after that. He loosened up. Even started telling some jokes. I laughed so hard that people started looking over in our corner. We would just shush each other and continue laughing. As we finished the tea and Ginger Newts, we decided to go walk around outside. The snow hasn’t hit us quite yet, so the weather is bearable. I learned that he loves Herbology. He has almost every type of plant at his house. He learned that I had a crush on him from our 1st to our 3rd year. The time went by fast. Too fast.

We barely make curfew as we stumble in. Our laughing turns into hushed tones, but smiles stay upon our faces.

“Do you want to come to my room? I think Harry and Ron said something about going to Hagrid’s and Dean and Seamus snuck off somewhe-“

“Are you trying to get me into your bed Neville?” My tone is teasing, but his face still turns red.

“No! No! I just thought-“

“You’re okay Neville. Let’s go. I’ve always been curious as to what boy’s dorm rooms look like.” I take his hand and lead him to Gryffindor tower. The walk isn’t long. That’s a lie, it’s very long. Especially with all the steps, but being with him made it go by faster. We continued talking, kind of loudly, while the painting looked at us with disdain.

There aren’t many people in the common room. A few stragglers. Dean and Seamus are there, but they’re so wrapped up in each other that they don’t even notice Neville and I walking upstairs. He opens the door and sure enough we’re the only ones there. I walk all the way in and take a look around. It looks a bit different than the girls dorms. It also smells a bit different than the girls dorm. I can tell the one in the middle is Harry’s. Seems fitting as he’s “the chosen one”. Whatever that means. I look back and see Neville standing next to a bed.

“I’m assuming this one is yours?”

He nods.

“Wanna sit?”

He nods again. I walk over and sit down while he’s unmoving.

“Nev, I thought we got over the shyness?” I pat the spot next to me and wait for him to sit down. Once he does, I hold his hands and look at him.

“Have you ever been with a girl Neville?” He shakes his head no. I lift a hand to his cheek and look into his eyes.

“Do you want to?” He doesn’t say anything. Almost like he’s frozen.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to do anything, but if you do, I need a verbal answer.”

“I,” he clears his throat, “I do.” I smile and lean in closer to him. My nose lightly bumps his before I peck his lips. I lean back to assess how he’s feeling. His eyes are still close, and his lips are slightly puckered, stuck in this kiss. I chuckle and lean back in. I reconnect our lips and at that moment swear that I will study every day as long as I get kiss Neville for the rest of my life. He says he’s never been with a girl but the way his lips move against mine tell me differently.

My legs straddle his lap, and my hands move down to the side of his neck. I can tell he’s hesitant to do anything else, so I help him by wrapping his arms around my waist. His arms tighten around me, bringing up closer. I move a bit to settle on his lap and feel a slight bulge meet my clothed core. Our lips momentarily part, but not by much. He groans against my lips and it’s one of the most beautiful sounds to ever reach my ears.

I kiss his cheek, his jaw, his neck. He shudders underneath me which motivates me more. I remove myself from his lap and stand up. My top is first to go. His eyes are darkened as they stare at my figure. I raise my blouse slowly above my head. Only left in my lilac lace bra, I slowly unbuckle the belt to my jeans. I move them down my thighs and they fall down to my feet, revealing the matching panties.

“You gonna leave me half-naked by myself?” I tease. He gets up and takes his clothes off in record time. I try not to laugh so I don’t ruin the moment, but the way he almost trips on his trousers has me smiling to myself.

I take my place back on his lap and roll my hips against his crotch. My lips reconnect to his neck, and I kiss around until I find what I’m looking for.

“Fuck me,” I hear escape his lips.

Found it.

I suck on it while continuing to roll my hips. His noises become whimpers which goes straight down to my pussy.

“Can we- fuck. Can we try something?” I nod my head yes while slowing down my motions. His hands take a hold of my hips and bring me to a complete stop. I whimper at the loss of friction. My eyes move with the motion of his hands. He pulls his dick from his briefs and moves my panties to the side. He runs a finger through my folds and collects my slick, groaning at the feeling. He takes his finger and rubs it over his tip. It’s my turn to groan. I think I know what his idea was.

I wait until he moves his finger to place my pussy right on his shaft. He closes his eyes and I take the chance to place my lips on his. His arms take their rightful place back around my waist and I continue rocking my hips. His tip brushes up against my clit and I can’t help but to moan into his mouth. I rock a bit faster, and I feel him throbbing underneath me. I pull back reluctantly to catch a breath and his lips chase after mine. I’m embarrassed to admit how much that one simple thing turned me on. One more hip roll and my orgasm unexpectedly washes over me. I shudder and collapse into his figure but don’t stop. The overstimulation has me moaning in his ear. His hips start to roll up and meet mine. His soft moaning turns becoming louder, mixing with mine. His hold tightens and then his hips shudder to a stop. The sound he makes, makes me want to go a second round.

He loosens his hold and I look down in between us. His cum is still coming out in spurts. The sight alone should be in a porno. I take my index finger and swipe a bit of cum. My eyes close as the tanginess hits my tongue. The sound of the doorknob makes us turn our heads in sync. I reach over for my wand and close his curtains around us.

“Who’s been fucking in here? Damn!” Dean exclaims from the doorway. I hide my face in Neville’s neck as we silently laugh.

#neville longbottom x you #neville x you #neville longbottom x fem!reader #ravenclaw!reader #slytherin!reader #hufflepuff!reader #gryffindor!reader #ravenclaw reader #slytherin reader #hufflepuff reader #gryffindor reader #harry potter smut #harry potter imagine #neville smut #neville longbottom smut #neville longbottom x reader #neville longbottom imagine #neville longbottom

[sitp-recs]

What r ur fave fics with a fuck buddies (that eventually turns into mutual love) relationship? Preferb pining. TIA. Have a lovely day!

Hi there! I have a feeling this is a really old ask but I just found it in my drafts and decided to post it asap. I love fuck buddies gone wrong! Here are my favorites:

Still Life (orphaned, M, 3k)

Two Starts, One Finish by @lqtraintracks (E, 5k)

I feel him before I see him. Nobody stands this close to me while I’m playing, and I’m about to turn to tell him so when he says, “You’re a tough bloke to track down,” and then leans against my baby grand.

the keys to your kingdom by thistle_verse (E, 7k)

It was nothing so elegant as fucking, the first time they came together. It was teeth just a little too sharp— against a collarbone, on the right-side curve of a jaw, drawing blood from the plushest part of a bottom lip.

The Things They Never Say by @bixgirl1 (E, 9k)

Harry and Draco don't know how to talk. So they do other things instead.

Clear As Mud by scoradh (M, 10k)

Set post-war and post-Harry's-conscience...

fine i'll hold my breath / til i forget it's complicated by teatrolley (NR, 11k)

Harry and Draco become friends with benefits, and Harry thinks it's more complicated than it actually is.

What Real Thing? by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (E, 12k)

They don’t cuddle, they don’t talk about their relationship (or lack thereof) and they certainly never fall asleep in each other’s arms.

Reparatio by astolat (E, 17k)

Draco snorted. “I’m not reduced to penury. I want something considerably beyond money, and I rather think you’re the only one can give it to me.”

Five Weddings and a Potions Accident by lauren3210 (E, 19k)

In which Harry thinks he’s a playboy, everyone else knows better, and Hermione will kill Seamus if Ron tries to collect on that bet.

Watch The Castles Burn by @moonflower-rose (E, 21k)

Draco Malfoy knows better than to get involved with Harry Potter. If only someone would have reminded him of that six months sooner, then maybe he wouldn't be in quite such a large mess.

A Convenient Impracticality by @firethesound (E, 38k)

Somehow Harry ends up agreeing to a fake relationship with his ex-nemesis-turned-friendly-acquaintance-with-benefits, except for some reason it involves an awful lot of actual dating and, sadly, not much sex. Confused? Harry is too, but when has anything with Draco Malfoy ever been as straightforward as it seems?

We Are Young (I'll Carry You Home Tonight) by Femme (E, 68k)

Harry and Draco have been falling into bed on and off again since the last election five years ago, much to the amusement--and financial gain--of their circle of friends.

#asks #anon #drarry reclist #fuck buddies to lovers