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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐲𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

10 years after the Battle of Hogwarts, the same boys who shared a dormitory are now raising little humans.

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

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𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

・The Nurturing Dad™

・Always makes sure the baby has everything it wants and needs (always goes over the top.)

“Harry she already has everything. Just sit down!”

“But maybe she wants more binkies? Or another teddy? Babies love teddies-”

・Because he was given very little in his childhood, Harry unconsciously experiences that type of love through his daughter

・You had to point it out to him a few days before her first birthday. Harry was going OVERBOARD.

“She won’t remember Harry, it’s okay.”

“I don’t care if she doesn’t remember. She deserves it anyway.”

・He hates hearing her cry. The Dursleys used to let him cry and cry when he was younger. So his baby self realised no one was coming when he cried - so he stopped

・So, he never wants that to happen to his baby girl.

・Bought her a broom for her third birthday. It was only a toy one, barely hovering more than four feet in the air. But your little one loved it

・Molly and Arthur are referred to as Nanny and Poppy. Harry’s smile was ear to ear when Molly told him they wanted to be called that

“You’re our son, Harry.”

・Harry gets up in the middle of the night to check on her. He just loves looking at her in the doorway

𝐑𝐨𝐧 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲

・The Interactive Dad™

・The first time you got pregnant, you were only expecting ONE baby. But lo-and-behold, two heartbeats were found on the monitor.

・Ron nearly fainted

・Molly cried when you told her the news

・Ginny was ecstatic! So eager to be an Aunt. George was a bit hesitant, as well as distant when you told him. He didn’t want to be around the babies because he thought he’d give them some sort of darkness.

・But as soon as they were born, George was in love with them and with being an Uncle.

・When you were in the hospital bed, exhausted but content, the Weasley’s found their way to your suite and Ginny was holding balloons

・ Molly cried again

・They two babies, a girl and a boy, had freckles but only one had red hair

・When George sat down and was given both babies to hold, you could see the change in him.

“He...he looks like Fred.”

“We know. His names Fred, and the other is Georgina.”

・During the birth, Ron was there the whole time. From beginning to end. He told you to squeeze his hand as much as you needed to

・Is a stay-at-home dad. When you go to work, Ron has the twins strapped to his front and back.

“Look who’s home!” He calls from the kitchen. The place is pretty messy, but he’s started on dinner.

・The twins wear the beanies, scarves and jumpers that Nana Molly has knitted for them

・Georgina has a thing with biting though, and the first time she bit Ron he was ... kinda impressed

“Honey at least we know she can defend herself-”

𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦

・The Thoughtful & Affectionate Dad™

・His child is the light of his life. You couldn’t find a better father.

・He’s patient, caring, level-headed and loving.

・Makes the baby’s food, does bath time and changes nappies (probably changed more than you have. He always says “You carried him for nine months, ripped parts of yourself to birth him. The least I can do is change his nappies.)

・He remembers your little boy’s favourite toy, colour, food and place.

・Neville has a hard time leaving your son with anyone, or going somewhere else without him. He constantly sends messages and writes down detailed instructions on how to look after your baby

・Takes as many photos of your son as possible. Has a whole book of them already

・Neville also shows anyone/everyone the photo he keeps in his pocket of you two. It’s of the first Christmas you had in your own home with your firstborn

・Isn’t afraid of showing your son affection. He’ll pepper kisses all over his face and it makes him giggle (the baby, well, Neville as well...)

・LOVES reading bedtime stories

𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧

・The Providing Dad™

・You’re either a working mum or stay at home mum. Seamus is out during the week, working for the ministry

・He felt really bad in the beginning because your son wouldn’t recognise him. The hours were long, especially because the ministry was working overtime, trying to get the Wizarding World back into shape

・But with consistency, and patience, Seamus bonded with his son so strongly

・Seamus makes everyone feel safe at home. He locks all the doors and windows, and can be relied on for backup whenever it’s wanted

・Did your son inherit the blowing things up gene? To your utter dismay. Yes.

・Was a bit defensive when your son liked ‘girly’ things, but you explained gender norms and expression. When he saw how much your son found joy in dressing up or playing with dolls, he came round

・You dress your son in matching outfits with Seamus. You do it without telling him and see how long it takes for him to notice (he hasn’t noticed yet)

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬

・The Cool Dad™

・Everyone wants to come around to your house because Dean is so friendly

・Dean actually loves going shopping for your daughter. He loves the little outfits, the pink onesies and tutus with matching fairy wings.

・He’s great with sleepovers. They drive you insane, but he handles chaos so easily

・You asked him about it one day.

“How do you handle it, Dean? They’re so loud when they’re together! There’s so much mess too. God, I don’t want to ruin their fun but it’s driving me crazy!”

“I know, it’s okay sweetheart. I guess it doesn’t bother me because it doesn’t matter. And the mess, the noise, it’s all caused because they’re having fun.”

“You have a point. But you keep your calm with everything!”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters. The battle at Hogwarts changed me. Life is so fragile. Anything can mean nothing and everything - you just have to decide what’s important and what isn’t.”

・Uses your daughter to flirt with you. He’ll send her in with a bunch of roses and says “these are from daddy” but she gets bored with it and drops them on the floor

・DEFINITELY plays dress up and has a favourite princess crown

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ibbythebee · 7 months

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hi!! can you write a seamus x reader one shot where he sees reader getting closer to ginny and gets all pouty cause he never thought he'd be jealous of someone younger than him but eventually he gets his head out of his ass (maybe ginny herself does it for him cause she's tired of them pining or whatever) and confesses to reader

totally okay if you dont feel like it btw cause i know you dont usually write for seamus

a/n: Yabsolutely! Thank you so much for your request, anon. I'm up to write for any of the Harry Potter bois. They all deserve some love. Can I also just say, that I love Seamus' rings.

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gif credit: @X_phantomhorseman_X on wattpad

pairing: Seamus Finnigan x Reader | best friends to lovers

summary: Seamus shouldn't be jealous of Ginny spending more time with you. You're just a friend to him, nothing more... right?

genre: a good dose of fluffy angst

warnings: jealous Seamus, slightly possessive, pining, 'spud' nickname, Ginny and Seamus banter, little bit o' good old kisses

words: 3.8k

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»»————-　⌁　————-««

There you are again, doubled over at something Ginny’s told you. You’d just gotten back from a Quidditch game, and to Gryffindor’s delight, they’d won the game.

It was intense, exhilarating, thrilling. Gryffindor won for Godric's sake, so why—

“—do you look so down?” Neville inquires, settling himself on the couch next to the said teen.

The Irish boy doesn’t do much but sigh and shrug, leaning a cheek on his fist and staring into the fire pit.

"It's the O.W.Ls coming up, isn't it? Yeah." The dark-brown haired boy nods as if he's just said something genius. "I can't say I'm any good at Transfiguration, but I'll definitely help you with Herbology."

Seamus still doesn't react, intently listening in to what might be so funny for Ginny to say to make you laugh so much. Just the sound of you giggling across the common room is causing his heart to skip. He should be the one making the jokes. He should be the one to see how beautifully you grin, how the bottoms of your eyes water once your laughter turns into wheezes of breath.

Dean appears into the Irish boy's vision, and he has to force himself to look up at his tall friend.

"Damn. Why the long face Seamus?" Dean asks with a soft frown.

The said boy only huffs in response, and shakes his head to return his focus to the dancing flames.

"Oh I know what it is..." Dean nods as if he's just said something genius and situates himself between his friends. "It's the O.W.Ls isn't it?"

"That's what I said!" Neville chirps. "Come on Seamus I'm sure you'll be fine. For now, let's just celebrate our Quidditch win."

"Yeah mate, you don't have to look so—" Dean goes to tap his friends shoulder and is instead rewarded with a glare.

"I'm fine, alright?! Nothin's going on. Not the stupid O.W.Ls or class or anythin'. It's nothin'."

The voice he hears next has his stomach in a twist and the tips of his ears turning red.

"What's nothing?" You come out of nowhere, face just inches away from his. You giggle when you see Seamus flinch at your sudden appearance.

He wants so badly to steal you away. Like you used to do when you were in your early teen years. You both loved to just run together, to be outside and be loud. He so badly wants to just take your hand and run off somewhere, away from everyone, away from Ginny.

He'd initially been able to tolerate the youngest Weasley hanging out with you when you had began to talk to each other more often in your third year. He was ecstatic to see that you were getting along with more girls in Gryffindor, but then it got to the point where he began to feel neglected. Where he felt he was second best. Where, when he'd invite you to hang out, you'd tell him that Ginny had already asked you.

"Nothin's nothin'," he answers, standing up with another huff. He runs a hand through his hair and when his eyes dart to yours, your smile is gone and your eyes have softened.

"Is... everything alright?" you ask. Gosh, why is it that anything you say or do now gets his stomach feeling funny?

"I... I said I'm fine," he glances around at his friends, all of them look concerned. Even Ginny who's standing beside you has her brows pulled together.

He looks to you last, eyes lingering on yours for longer than a few seconds. And you look so worried, and he hates it when you're sad. But then he sees Ginny's arm thread through yours and so he combs his hair with his fingers again, voice dropping in volume. "I think I'm just gonna call it a day. Night guys."

Dean, Neville and Ginny chorus in 'goodnights'. You, on the other hand, freeze in place until he begins to walk in the direction of the stairs to the dorms.

You catch the sleeve of his robe and thankfully he doesn't pull away immediately, despite how agitated he looked just seconds before.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow okay? Just us two." You utter. And when he doesn't say anything, you continue gently. "Sleep well, stinky."

With pursed lips, he smiles. "You too, spud."

You watch him walk away, his robe slipping out of your fingers. You stay there staring, until the last bit of his clothes disappears behind the wall of the stairs.

"What was that all about?" Dean asks beside you. "I don't think he's ever been this stressed for a test."

"I don't think that's the reason," Ginny squeezes your arm. She gives you a knowing sort of look, only you have no idea what she's trying to insinuate through her eyes. "Come on, you said you'll chat to him tomorrow, I think it's best we all get to bed. I'm sure he's fine."

"You don't think I said something to him? Have I said anything to him to make him so mad?" You murmur to her. "Oh no, what have I done Ginny?"

"Hey, hey, hey. Shut your mouth right now," her brows pull together when you pout. "You know he's not gonna stay mad at you for long. He never does. You know that."

"But, what if I actually did do something wrong and he... and I haven't even said sorry and he..." An ocean of worst case scenarios flood your brain and you're not sure if you want to talk to him tomorrow, fearing that what he might say will break your heart. Fearing that you'll lose him forever.

Ginny rolls her eyes gently, and pulls on your arm to lead you to the dorms, away from the ears of your nosey classmates and peers. "He doesn't hate you. And he won't hate you. Ever. I just know it, so please stop worrying. Please stop thinking so much... hey, I can see you thinking. Stop."

She taps your head, the place between your eyebrows and it's as if she's just pressed a restart button.

You spring back into action, back straight, eyes less droopy, no more pout.

"There." Ginny says, letting go of your arm as she turns to her dorm room.

You send her a weak smile, and she returns with her own, a more motherly sort of grin.

"It'll be okay, you and him are gonna be just fine tomorrow. Plus, he still called you 'spud'."

"You're... you're right!"

"I'm always right," she makes a show of blowing you a kiss and then opens the door, closing it in front of her until you can only see her face between the wall and the edge of the door. "Goodnight!"

You catch her 'kiss' and hold it to your heart with a theatrical sigh. "Goodnight, genius. Enjoy dreaming about Harry."

»»————-　⌁　————-««

That night Seamus had only one thing on his mind. Dean pressed on to try and get an answer out of the Irish boy as to why he's been acting so strange lately. When there was no notable answer, the taller boy gave up and rolled over to sleep. Seamus, would eventually surrender to his pillow, however then wake up an hour or so later. Such a pattern presented itself that night as he thought meticulously about what sort of answer he'd give you tomorrow, he thought about whether he should lie or tell the truth.

He could tell you the truth, the whole truth; then there's the risk that you won't accept him. That you'll grow even further away from him. That all these years of being inseparable, all these years of being comfortable with one another could fall down the drain in a few words.

And then he could lie. But you don't deserve to be lied to. He hates lying, especially to you.

Seamus is simply in too deep. He thought that this pathetic jealousy over Ginny, a girl a year younger than him, would simmer down over time. It's only grown since. And he hates the way he hates how well you and her get along. He hates how much he envies the smiles you give her, the laughs, the time with her even.

He hates it all because Ginny doesn't deserve any of it. He hates it all because he sees how genuinely happy and excited you are to see her everyday, and you don't deserve to lose a beautiful friend like her, just because he's absolutely fallen head over heels for you.

He has to tell you the truth. Even if you'll never talk to him again, even if his heart breaks into a million pieces, he's going to tell you everything.

Someone's shakes him awake and he groans, rubbing at his eyes and yawning hard. When Seamus' vision finally adjusts to the new morning light, he finds Neville in front of him already in his uniform, smiling down at him.

"Morning, Seamus."

"Hey Neville."

It's a routine. Neville being the morning-person of the friend group, it was decided since their second year that he would be the other boys' alarm clock, so that they could go to breakfast together. If only he'd be able to wake you too, so you could tag along.

As Neville wakes the rest of the group, Seamus is quick to get himself ready for the day. Despite his restless night, his eyes don't look very sullen, he actually looks alright. So he smiles at the mirror, and slips on his rings, those ones that you love. Ever since you complimented them in his second year, a day didn't go by where he didn't wear them.

Dean, Neville and Seamus all make it to the Great Hall and situate themselves by Harry, Ron and Hermione. Even Ginny's already there.

Seamus cranes his neck, but he doesn't see you anywhere. Like a magnet his gaze is pulled toward the Weasley girl and she waves her hand, motioning for him to come to her side.

As the rest of his mates tuck in, he carefully makes it to Ginny and sits on the opposite side of the table.

"Hi," he says.

"Hi."

"Is there... somethin' wrong?"

"Yeah." She simply says and lowers her voice as she leans in closer to his direction. "I know what you're so upset about. And there's no shame in admitting it."

"What are you talkin' about?"

To mask the intentions of their conversation, Ginny picks up a hash-brown and starts to chomp on it. "You know what I'm talking about. There's a reason why I didn't wake up Y/N this morning. I wanted to talk with you alone before she gets to."

"Stop bein' so vague, Ginny. Just tell me what's goin' on." He tries hard to keep his voice calm but firm, remembering that she is also your most beloved friend and he shouldn't be so envious over her. "I'll stop walkin' on eggshells if you promise to too."

"Agreed." She swallows the last bit of her hash-brown and turns to him. "You need to tell Y/N that you like her more than a friend."

Taken aback by her bluntness he coughs into a closed fist and fills his goblet with some juice. "Right. Well. Straight to the point. I was gonna tell her anyway."

"You were?"

"After I sort of yelled at everyone last night, I did a lot of thinkin'."

"That never ends well."

He sends her daggers and she grins back. "I was thinkin' that she deserves to know the truth of what's happenin'. I'm tired of... holding it in."

He wasn't going to admit to her that he's completely tired of being envious over her. Besides, she probably already knows that. With that grin on her face, she definitely knows.

"Good then. I'm glad," she says with a nod. "And for the record sorry not sorry for stealing her away from you."

He wants to glare at her again, but instead he chuckles with a shake of his head. "I can understand wantin' to steal her away. She's... she's brilliant."

"Don't tell me that. Tell her that." With a flick of her chin, Seamus' attention is turned to the entrance of the Hall and he sees your form sauntering in.

Maybe it's because he's going to tell you the truth today, maybe it's because the sun rays pooling through the windows are illuminating your figure like an angel who's just come down from heaven, but you look more beautiful than ever. And when you find his eyes and smile, that toothy giddy sort of smile, Seamus almost stumbles out of his seat to stand.

"Mornin' spud," he runs his fingers through his hair.

"Hi stinky. Did you sleep okay? Are you... feeling a little better?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just uh... are you good to talk now or do you want to eat first?"

"Oh, well we can..." You find Ginny waving at you from behind the Irish Boy and then she sends you a thumbs up and a nod. "We can talk now."

"Great, um..." He looks around the room, especially at the Gryffindor table and a few people turn away their gazes when he sees them watching you speak.

Witnessing you both converse so seriously wasn't a regular sight to your peers. You'd instead always be joking around, filling the Hall with noise and trying to stop Seamus from practicing his charms at the table. So, it's no surprise that they're all staring now, eager to dig up new gossip.

"You wanna go somewhere more private?" You murmur, as you step closer to him.

Feeling heat begin to burn on the back of his neck, he tells you 'yes', and without warning takes your hand and sprints out of the room. The last thing he wanted was people seeing him blush.

You yelp at the sudden action, none the less following him, not before glancing at the youngest Weasley, who's looking at you with a smirk.

Seamus takes you through the halls, and soon you realise that you've been here before. You've held his hand and ran in this way together before.

A few students gasp, stepping out when you almost collide. Each time it happens you share a laugh with him, and before you even get to your destination you're completely out of breath, small beads of sweat sticking loose strands of your hair to your forehead.

You're at the flying lesson grounds. Your favourite place when you were younger students, the best place to play tag, complain about the pettiest problems and the best place to just run around until you both can't feel your lungs.

Your feet slow once they touch grass and then to your disappointment Seamus removes his hand from your wrist and falls to the ground in a sigh. His chest moves up and down with each catch of breath.

In no time you've joined him, letting your knees buckle and landing right beside him. Fixing your messy hair, you speak with a breathless voice. "We have to do that more often. I don't know why we stopped."

"Because of Ginny."

Seamus is met with silence. And your eyes. And your pupils are asking him, 'what?' 'Why?' 'How?' 'Why?' 'Why?' 'Why?'

A small bump appears by the edge of his jaw, and then he's sitting up, so you quickly do the same. He looks ashamed; head ducked, corners of his lips turned downward, fingers fiddling with his rings.

Goodness, now that you are looking at him, now that you are actually here and ready to listen to his every word causes his heart to race. Is he really going to go through with this? The possibility that in a few minutes you're never going to want to see him again looms in his mind and when he opens his mouth, nothing comes out.

"Seamus." Firmly, you say. "Is this what you wanted to talk about? Ginny?"

"No." He finally turns to you, and the moment your eyebrow raises the tiniest bit he folds. "And yes. There's... a whole bunch of things I want to say. Ginny is one of 'em."

He expects you to respond, only silence ensues. Your gaze is stern, yet there's a hint of concern as your bottom lip is pulled between your teeth, gently nibbling.

This is it. He sighs a big sigh, and shifts in his seating position till his knee taps against yours. To his relief you don't move away, you're simply completely ready to listen.

"Okay. Firstly... this is the most stupidest thing ever. To admit out loud, you're gonna think I'm an absolute sod, but you deserve to hear it. Basically... gosh. Ever since you and Ginny have been getting closer and closer, I've been spendin' less time with you and..." He clutches onto one ring and squeezes, as if it would squeeze out all his nerves. "And to sum it up, I'm... well I'm jealous. Of her. Takin' you away from me."

Your face is unchanged, still concerned, but still solid and stern. Your eyes move from watching as his hands fiddle in his lap to his face.

"And it kinda, like, pisses me off a little how much she makes you laugh." He turns till you can only see the back of his head, and the gentle dust of pink over the apple of his cheek. "I used to be fine with it. I really did, I was happy that you made such a good friend, especially a girl after hangin' out with just us boys. But then, I just couldn't stay happy. Every time I'd see her... like take your arm or whisper something in your ear or told you a joke that only you could understand I felt... I felt like, y'know, like 'I should be the one doin' that', 'only I can make her laugh that much'. And all that stuff."

He huffs, and manages to move his attention back to his hands, so you can see how much he chews the inside of his cheek, you can see how much he's thinking but how hard it is to let it all out. So, you nudge his knee with yours to continue. To let him know that you're still listening and that he's okay.

"Last night everything came together and I've figured out why I'm so mad with Ginny. You... you can probably guess what it is. But—." With a hand combing through his hair, he takes all the Gryffindor bravery in him to meet your gaze. "I... I really like you, spud."

And all you can feel in the thump thump thump of your heart hammering through your veins.

"Now, I-I-I know that it's out of the blue, it might be weird to hear — I don't know — I don't expect an answer from you. You can hate me. You can never speak to me again, if you want, but I can't keep these feelings from you anymore."

You've never heard him speak so seriously before. So earnestly. So vulnerably. The way his eyes fall on you, you feel like screaming, like kicking your feet. You're relieved to be sitting down, because your legs feel like jelly under his gaze, under his words. Under his spell.

"I like you so much, Y/N. More than a friend."

There's so much you're experiencing internally. And like a cup that's been overfilled, you feel the trace of a line drawing from your eyes own to your chin. The way Seamus' expression softens at your reaction causes you to go overboard and suddenly you tackle him in a hug, burying your face right into his neck, just beneath his jawline. And you sob in between silly giggles as you feel his arms settle around you.

"S-Spud?"

Another round of sob-giggles ensue, as your grip only tightens. "I-I love you, you sod."

It's hard to decipher who's heart is pounding with your chests pressed to tightly together. It's practically all you both can hear other than his and your chuckles of relief.

You finally pull away from him, hands pressing into the grass on each side of his head, your knees straddling his hips.

There's no more words verbally exchanged, as his hands slowly come up to cup your jaw, a calloused thumb tenderly moving across the skin of your cheek bone to wipe a tear. When he sees you grin, he immediately reciprocates.

Those ocean eyes of his look to you with complete adoration. They're apologising to you for taking so long to confess, and they're telling you how much he loves you, with the way his eyelids slightly droop and the corners of his eyes crinkle with his smile. It's now do you realise how long and pretty his lashes are. With the help of his hands by your jaw and neck, you lean down to get a better look. You lean in till your noses touch, and then you twist your head and you're so close to him that your lips collide.

His fingers squeeze into your skin, desperate to feel more of you here. At first you're both hesitant, slow with just light touches, getting comfortable with each other's movements. Then to test boundaries, your mouths open a little wider, and he presses against you harder. So much so, you both forget how to breath.

"You taste like orange juice," you whisper.

The rumble of his chuckle reverberates against your body. "And you're just beautiful. I-I can't believe it."

"I know. How is this happening right now?"

"I suppose Ginny is the one to thank. Though I hate to admit."

You laugh, as you help each other to sit up before anyone happens to see you in your compromising position. You take his hand and begin to stand up, pulling him to your side. "Then guess what we're gonna do now?"

"Um... what?" He doesn't like the look of your smirk.

"We're gonna go back to the Hall and you're gonna tell Ginny thank you. And sorry."

"Oh, no, no, no."

You're already dragging him.

"No, no. I've used up all my bravery today, I can't face her now— she's just gonna rub it in!"

"Do you want to kiss me again?"

"Absolutely."

"Then you have to do what I say."

Good Godric, you're the only one he'll listen to, the only one he'll let to boss him around. The only one that can make him melt. Allowing you to pull him back through the grounds of the school, he feels a new sense of heat rise to his chest and neck. You're no longer friends. But you are his. And he is yours.

It's all thanks to a girl with red-hair, and for him being green-eyed.

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5sospenguinqueen · 3 months

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Seamus: How did you find me?

Y/N: There was this massive explosion. I thought, “Well, who could that be?"

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s4turns-st4rs · 8 months

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𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬

🎧 ﹐ ♡﹒ 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘶𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵﹒ ᶻ ᶻ

𝐚/𝐧: just a cute lil oneshot

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𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 - 𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳

softly, you ran the pencil along the page of your sketchbook, shading the petals of the gorgeous flower you’d seen in the greenhouse earlier that day. the only light coming from the fireplace in the common room, flickering across your page.

“watcha doing lovely?” the voice of seamus finnigan stirred you from your focused drawing, as he entered the common room.

“evening seamus” you said, smiling, still focused on your sketchbook.

“oooh a drawing? i didn’t know you could draw.” he said, peering over your shoulder at your drawing. “merlin you’re good.”

you looked up at him, “thanks pretty boy”

his scruffy hair fell softly across his forehead, the flickering fire lighting his grinning face.

he paused, suddenly deep in thought. “could you- would you draw me?” he blurted.

you hesitated. “yeah i could try… now?”

he nodded enthusiastically. he lay on the lounge opposite you, posing dramatically. “draw me like one of your french girls” he said, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead.

you laughed, turned to a new page, and began sketching the outlines of his face.

about 30 minutes later, you could tell he was starting to get restless.

“you know you don’t need to stay there the whole time, seamus” you said, face still buried in your sketchbook.

“well, yeah, but it’d be easier for you right?” his accent got stronger as he grew tired.

“i do know what you look like, my love, you can move if you like.” you smiled.

he nodded softly, pushing himself up to lean against the armrest of the lounge.

another slightly less restless 20 minutes later, and you’d finished the sketch.

“you can come look now, love.” you said as you looked up at your boyfriend. he lay on the lounge, fast asleep, his eyelashes brushing against his blushed face.

you wished you could blame the warmth of the common room’s fireplace for the redness of your cheeks.

#seamus finnigan x reader #lightning era #x reader

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keykeep · 1 year

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Kinktober Day 24:Hot and Cold-Seamus Finnigan

It was the time of year for a celebration and Professor Dumbledore had let the students have a spring ball with the theme ‘mystery’, with one request students are to wear masquerade masks to the ball. You walked into the decorated Great Hall in your floor length gown and adorned on your head was a stunning gold eye mask.

You joined your friend group on the dance floor bopping to the musical stylings of The Weird Sisters.

The dance floor was crowded with students. So it wasn’t uncommon to have someone brush up against you. But what was uncommon was a body pressing against you you convinced yourself that maybe it was because of the crowded dance floor and payed them no mind.

But when they wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you closer to them as they danced. You knew that this was deliberate. You lost yourself to the music wiggling your hips causing your ass to brush against them. You felt arousal pressed against your ass as you leant into them teasingly.

They whispered against your ear in a thick Irish accent “Let me look at you”. You spun around so you were now in the arms of a scruffy Sandy haired boy. “"be a doll and do a spin for me, won’t you? you just look so adorable."

You blushed as you spun around for the mystery boy. You put your hand on his chest and stared into his eyes. He took this as a sign and leaned in for a kiss.

Your tongues mingled with his as you made out on the dance floor. You pulled on his hand to follow you out of The Great Hall. Once you got to the corridor you resumed your passionate embrace. His lips travelling down kissing your jaw, neck, collar bone.

You moan and he declares “if we don’t go somewhere, I’ll have to take you right here” you chuckled as you took his hand pulling him up to your dormitory.

Once inside you took off your shoes sighing with relief as the mysterious man stood watching you. “Don’t tell me you’re shy now?” You asked. He walked closer to you and joined you on the bed “ I was just admiring your legs” he admitted running his hands up your smooth legs.

You grabbed onto his shirt pulling him into you and kissing him. “ i want to keep to the mystery let me blindfold you?”,You nodded smiling at the idea of sensory deprivation.

Normally you are the type of person who doesn’t do one-night stands but tonight was different.

Your hands fiddled with the buttons on his dress shirt revealing the hard-defined body. His hands on your thigh as he continued to tease you by brushing the hem of your dress until he had a full view of your underwear. You pulled them down exposing yourself to the night air.

Your hands went to his pants working them down as his cock sprang free. “You’re driving me wild” he admitted kissing your neck. A moment later his hands travelled up to cup your breasts, thumbs flicking over your nipples through your bra and sending little darts of lightning through your nerve endings.

You arched into his touch desperate to get closer. He chuckled as he took his wand out muttering a spell that turned your world into darkness.

You felt a warm hand on your thigh before you felt a vibrating sensation against your inner thighs. You wiggled as you felt the slow vibrations press against your clit.

It stayed there as you felt his hands memorise every curve of your body.he hummed in appreciation capturing you in a kiss.The vibrations were intense and you couldn’t control your movements.

But what stopped your movements was a freezing sensation against your breasts.You stilled your movements unsure what was going on, your suspicion confirmed when the mystery man ran ice cubes over your nipples. You arched your back at the unfamiliar sensation.

The dripping down your body as goosebumps formed on your skin. The wet warm feeling of a tongue followed. Drinking the water pooling on your body.

You felt a drop on your belly but instead of an icy sensation you felt the heat, as hot candle wax hit your skin. It's nothing you can't handle, but it certainly hurt.

You waited to feel the sensation as he placed an ice cube on your abdomen. Ice was melting everywhere; there were wet puddles on your skin. Which he lapped up like a thirsty dog.

Meanwhile hot wax was dripping on your inner thighs. Suddenly the vibrating stopped and there was no ice or hot wax but before you had a chance to take a breath, the mystery man was kissing his way to your cunt.

Parting your folds and licking on the little pearl in little circles. Your hands went to his hair holding him in place as you bucked your hips against his mouth. His tongue darted back and forth along the folds of your skin slowly, your breath felt heavy as your pressure built up again, and you were desperate for a release.

As he drove his tongue back to your clit, you moaned arching your back off the mattress and swearing loudly. He continued hitting the spot at a faster pace, your knees shook, and you were panting and holding onto his head.

As the vibrations shook your body he licked and sucked continuously until your breath returned to a normal rhythm.

You felt an object being inserted into your ass, slowly as your teeth gritted until you felt full, a moment after you felt mystery man rubbing his cock over your wet folds before entering you.

The phallic object moved in and out slowly in your ass, at the same time you felt his cock rubbing over your already sensitive cunt. His hands were on your hips as he pushed his cock inside you.

You moaned as you moved your hips back and forth meeting the thrusts of mystery man and the toy. The rhythm increased of powerful thrusts turning into full blown pounding.

This was a new sensation for you and you were was loving every moment of it. You felt so stuffed and the intensity of the pleasure was nothing you ever felt before.

You cried out as your orgasm tore through your body shaking it hard, your cum covering the cock inside as the sounds of the sliding body parts filled the room as he pounded hard and fast against you desperate for his release.

You heard his grunts and felt the hard pushes into your cunt. As he grabbed your hips hard emptying his hot load inside you.

You felt truly filled but he continued thrusting the phallic object in your ass pounding away a new level of pleasure. Giving violent thrust after violent thrusts. It doesn’t take long for your orgasm to build again and the feeling builds inside you until you explode again, you were soaked from sweat and juices and you weren’t aware that you could cum that hard or much.

You come down from your orgasm collapsing on the bed. You knew tomorrow you will be sore but it was so worth it. You settled against his body as he lifted the spell and the moonlight was lighting the room.

It didn't take either of you much time before you were both fast asleep.

The next morning you awoke aching and in need of a hot shower to ease the pressure of your muscles. You noticed your mystery man had left, so you dressed and gathered your gear to head to the bathrooms.

When you turned a corner and hit the hard planes of a body.

“Sorry love” he said bending down to pick up your clothes and materials for the shower. Your eyes widened at the Irish man accent as last nights activities flooded your mind once again.Dumbfounded you just stared at him. For your one night stand was none other than Seamus Finnigan.

#harry potter imagine #harry potter smut #kinktober #hp smut #kinktober 2022 #kinktober22 #harry potter #seamus finnigan #seamus #Seamus Finnigan Smut #seamus finnigan x reader

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shortandslytherin · 10 months

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Okay but set during Halfblood Prince! Female pronouns, Ravenclaw reader.

The reader is friends with Rolf, Luna, and Hannah. Rolf and Luna are the couple goals of the friend group. Also the reader is crushing on Neville, who secretly has a crush on her. Hannah is more focused on school than dating. Meanwhile, Seamus can't get a date to save his life and Dean starts dating Ginny. The reader, Dean, and Seamus start a little folk band (yk kinda like that Ed Sheeran song Galway Girl) and she starts dating Seamus because she doesn't think Neville is interested. You decide if it ends in fluff or angst.

Galway Girl (Neville Longbottom x Female Ravenclaw!Reader x Seamus Finnigan)

Okay so this is a really cute request. Honestly, Neville is 100% my comfort character so this is also kinda sad for me. But let's go!

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Listen to the song while you read. You know, for the vibe. Also I left out some details from the song because I didn't know how to fit them in? So I hope that's okay?

Request: Yes/No

Summary: When all the reader's friends seem to be lucky in love, she feels left out. It seems like even Neville has been on dates with Hannah, who doesn't date. The only person in the same boat as her is Seamus. Dean and Seamus convince their Ravenclaw friend that they should start an Irish band. But does it solve or cause problems, when their friends find out about the little band at a Gryffindor party?

Warnings: Angsty but fluffy?, underage drinking, implication of weed, canon ships, emotional cheating, miscommunication, idiots in love, and also implied Irish reader? (a Galway Girl is a girl from Galway which is in Western Ireland)

It all started about four months ago, Rolf Scamander had asked you advice for a date with a girl he really liked and you gave him advice. You didn't know who Rolf could possibly have a crush on but you were hyper aware of his sudden fascination with your housemate, Luna Lovegood. She was your friend and so was he. The two of them had never been close until they began hanging out four months ago. You hadn't thought much of it until they became your couple goals. They officially started dating after the third date. Everything about their relationship seemed to be like they were always meant to be together. It reminded you of how when you were twelve, you believed in soulmates. But it wasn't long before they realized that their own mutual pining made them blind to the fact that you had a crush on Neville Longbottom for years. They immediately felt bad and made your crush their business. Luna was pretty close with Neville and made sure he spent more time around your small friend group. But you were pretty sure he'd never like you. Hannah Abbott was the only other member of your small friend group and she spent most her time studying. She always said she was much too busy for dating but she also seemed to be rather close with Neville. Actually, the more you thought about it Neville had more friends than you. He was seemingly friends with Harry Potter and his friends. But Neville's closest friends were Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan. But then as of recent due to Luna and Rolf's interference, Neville's friends became yours. The friend group went for from four to seven.....eight when Dean started dating Ginny Weasley last month.

You were trying to get the group together for a group for a Hogsmead e trip but everyone had different plans . Ginny and Dean had a date. Rolf and Luna had a date. Hannah and Neville didn't really say what they were doing but both mentioned the greenhouses so you kind of assumed. So it was just you and Seamus. But it wasn't a date, you were just friends. It was obvious by how this forced date-like atmosphere made you both uncomfortable. So you both just went back to the castle and threw yourselves into studying in the library. After the third time of being ditched by your friends for dates, you guys just knew it was easier to go to the library and study. However, Seamus brought up something this particular time he hadn't brought up before. "Do you like Irish folk music?"

"Who's asking? You or Dean?"

"What?"

"Dean's going through a rough patch with Ginny and she likes Irish folk music."

"Right...thanks. Hey, want to start a band? You, Dean, and me?"

"What do I get out of it?" You raised an eyebrow and Seamus shrugged. "The joy of knowing you helped out a friend or two." The only problem with it was you didn't think Ginny genuinely liked Dean. "No. Tell Dean to find someone else." You got up and walked away.

You'd been dodging Seamus and Dean for days, when they'd finally managed to corner you. You were in the Gryffindor common room looking for Neville. You were ready to finally confront him about his relationship with Hannah. It was irritating enough that you knew Hannah didn't tell you she liked Neville but the least they could do was admit they were together. You could have asked Hannah for the truth but something told you it'd feel more true if you'd heard it from Neville. Maybe you needed closure? However, you didn't find Neville because you ran into his two best friends. "Y/N, I know you think Ginny and I fight a lot." Dean started and you cut in harshly. "You do fight a lot." He took a sharp intake of breath before continuing. "But this isn't just for me. This could be good for all of us. Seamus won't be that Irish kid who can hold his whiskey. We can book gigs and make money. You can finally afford that trip to America you're always talking about." You couldn't help but be a little interested in the idea. "I'll think about it. But you have to make me a promise. Neville can never know I was here today." The two boys looked at each other then back at you before Dean grinned. "We promise, he won't know." You nodded and left the Gryffindor common room.

It was that weekend, the three of you were in the library whispering amongst yourselves about this band of yours. You were secretly passing around a small flask of fire whiskey under the table and sitting at one of the back tables where not many people would sit. "So are we going with trad tunes, newer stuff, or our own music?" You asked with a bit of curiosity gracing your face and Seamus shrugged. "Why not all three? How about instruments? Y/N, you should sing." You frowned. "I can really wanna play the fiddle but in songs where it's not needed I'll sing." Dean nodded. "I can sing most times then because Seamus can't sing worth shit and honestly I think we'll need like a piano." Seamus rolled his eyes. "We'll need some base so Bodhrán? We'll probably sound like shit but at least we'll be ridiculed as friends." Those were the last words said before you guys spent the rest of the Quidditch season doing band practice instead of supporting your Quidditch teams.

You were ecstatic when you heard Gryffindor got the Quidditch Cup but extremely disappointed. They'd beat your team. You quietly walked over to your table in mock shame while the Gryffindors celebrated. You walked over to Neville after the feast and asked if you were invited to the party to celebrate Gryffindor's win. He informed you that he'd thought Seamus or Dean would have invited you since you seemed to be with them a lot lately. There seemed to be a hint of anger in his voice. And you couldn't hold back the vile feeling that built up inside you. "Well excuse me for wanting to actually hang out with my friends. You and Hannah seem to always be at the greenhouse. Luna and Rolf are always together. Dean and Ginny.... they're on a break. And Seamus...well he and I are in the same boat." You quickly walked away catching up with Dean and Seamus. It seemed like your body relaxed almost instantly as you started laughing with them about some inside joke Neville couldn't understand. "She doesn't mean it, you know." He recognized the voice but turned to look anyways. "Yes, she does. She's right. You and I are always together lately. I didn't think about how that must look to our friends until..."

"The girl you like said it?"

"Yeah."

"Back in third year, she said you were her type."

"Do you think I still am?" Hannah shrugged in response to the question. They quietly walked to the Gryffindor common room where the celebration for winning Quidditch Cup was being thrown.

When they got to the common room, Neville saw you chatting with Dean, Seamus, and Ginny. From the looks of it Dean and Ginny made up again. You looked really happy and you had a drink in hand. He turned his attention to Ron, who everyone in Gryffindor was praising, and was shocked by Lavender Brown suddenly kissing him. But he clapped along with everyone else in the room. It didn't even occur to him to care that Harry and Hermione left or that shortly after Lavender and Ron left. It seemed pretty normal behavior. He just went back to watching you with his two best friends. He joined the small group only to notice you were ignoring him. "Seamus, I'll bet 5 gaellons I can beat you at darts." It was shook on and sure enough you won. "Double nothing for pool." He said he conjured up a pool table and you nodded. In agreement to his terms. Sure enough, you beat him. "You owe me 10 gaellons, Finnigan." He rolled his eyes and you smirked. "You know what? You're really cute, I'll excuse your debt." All at once three voices screamed "WHAT?!" All male Gryffindors and your friends. You pulled him into a kiss and kisses him like no one else was there. He didn't know Neville had a crush on you. How could he? Neville was always with Hannah! He pulled you closer and kissed back. It was only a few minutes before he pulled back and you both grinning. "Debt paid." Neville walked away in what looked to be an annoyed state. You cringed but you didn't do it to hurt him. You did it because you felt like you needed a win and whining over a boy with a girlfriend wasn't a win. "Seamus, wanna go to Hogsmeade together sometime?" You asked with a bit of regret and he nodded but didn't seem to know what to say. You knew he usually had a crude sense of humor but in the past few weeks you'd grown so accustom to it.... actually kinda found it funny. And in that same way, grown to rather close to him and Dean. But his sense of humor isn't why you felt regret. It was the brunette boy, who was talking to Luna. Luna looked at you in shock and then shrugged at Neville. She didn't have an explanation and you didn't expect her to.

Neville seemed shocked as Ginny announced that a had a surprise had been arranged for Gryffindor. The music that was playing was stopped while Ginny explained what the surprise was.

You, Seamus, and Dean were singing and playing your instruments to traditional Irish songs. Dean seemed so uncomfortable with how close you and Seamus suddenly were. Neville, Luna, and Rolf sat in a corner talking about this surprise. "I just can't believe it. Just yesterday, she was complaining about how Neville was dating Hannah." Rolf muttered and Neville rolled his eyes. "I'm not. We've just been hanging out in the greenhouse together. We're friends." Luna laughed slightly. "Hannah didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"Y/N had a crush on you."

"Well Hannah told me that."

"Well... sometimes she hides her feelings."

"What are you trying to say?"

Rolf cut in. "Well, you could ask Y/N or you could retreat over there." He pointed to a group of Gryffindors with a cloud of smoke surrounding them. "And relieve your stress how you usually do." Of course Neville didn't want to confront the girl who just kissed his best friend so he walked over to the group of Gryffindors. They probably got it from his dorm mates anyways. He was actually doing a pretty good job of tuning the little band out. It wasn't until heard the song "Carrickfergus" that he had to look up. He'd heard Seamus play this song a million times over. But he'd never heard it sang so sweet. You were amazing to him.

After awhile, Seamus and Dean had enough and wanted to get back to the party. But you still wanted to sing your heart out. This wasn't for Dean or Seamus. This wasn't for your band. You were doing this for you. You shot back another glass of fire whiskey and were back at it. Except this time you had to sing a capella in and use your feet for a beat. Seamus was amazed at your enthusiasm and couldn't stop calling you his girlfriend to anyone that would listen. Neville, however, was silent. He was memorizing everything about you in this moment. He wanted to have your voice playing on repeat for a week. Any normal person would think you were singing to the boy claiming to be your boyfriend and maybe you should have been. But you weren't. Your heart immediately wanted to reach out to the boy who'd liked since you were like twelve or thirteen. But the part you were unaware of is even this packed room, he would swear on his life you were singing to him. But his hopes and dreams were crushed Cormac McLaggen convinced you to let him play some Weird Sisters and other Wizard Rock music. Seamus immediately grabbed your waist, kissed you on the neck, and then took you by the hand. You smiled at the boy nervously like you didn't know what was happening. He smiled in a way that was actually comforting and said, "Baby, I just want to dance." But the entire time you were dancing with Seamus, you were thinking about Neville.

When the few Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws that showed up had outstayed their welcome, you walked back to your common room with Neville. Luna had convinced Seamus it was safer if Neville took you back since he hadn't drank as much. And if Seamus wasn't so drunk maybe he would have thought about how Luna was going to the same place as you anyway. But he was still shooting back firewhiskey and couldn't think straight. So you were holding hands with Neville as you walked through the corridors.

Come tomorrow you'd be Seamus' girlfriend but tonight you could be Neville's. He smelt of smoke and whiskey. It was so intoxicating but your lungs were full of the cool night air that the stone castle walls let in. You smiled at him and whispered. "I swear I'm gonna put you in a song that I write."

"I'm not Seamus you know."

"That's why it'll be about a Galway Girl and her perfect night."

Neville shook his head in disbelief. He was convinced you wouldn't remember it tomorrow so he spoke words he shouldn't. "Then I guess you're my pretty little Galway Girl."

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starstruckwillows · 2 years

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JESSIE BABE DO YOU WRITE FOR SEAMUS FINNIGAN???

i love my irish baby but there's not much content for him. :(

anyways if you do write for him could you do some fluffy dating hcs with him? <333

♡ dating headcanons - s.f ♡

ofc!! <3 @xosunshiine

starstruckwillows 🂱

pairing; seamus finnigan x reader

category; fluff, headcanons

summary; cute headcanons for dating seamus finnigan

warnings/content; some swearing

other; none

(we're going to be toning down the "blows stuff up" trait because we all know that was jkr's stereotypes shining through)

•when he talks really quickly, you may struggle to understand what he's saying, so you end up nodding and humming. dean translates later.

•speaking of dean - you have to get on with him. dean and seamus have a strong friendship and it'll kill him inside if you can't get on with his best friend. vice versa

•will punch someone for you, hands down. it's a 50/50 to if he wins the fight or not

•he's a halfblood so he understands the muggle world - however, he's a master of the buses in particular, and will take you on loads of dates that require bus journeys

•important dates often slip his mind, so he buys himself a calendar specifically for you and anything to do with what you're doing when you start going out

•has a song he's dedicated to the two of you in his head - the song changes weekly

•he blew up one fucking feather in first year and that's his reputation forever - when you say your boyfriend is seamus, the reaction is usually "oh the exploding gryffindor" to which you have to deadpan glare at them

•you've got to knock some sense into him when he starts yelling at harry for being a liar - it does cause an argument between you, but it's short lived

•he's actually, in his own way, such a gentleman. a genuine nice guy, not the misogynistic standard of men having to pay for everything. i just mean he's always going to be letting people know if their skirts have ridden up, always letting you use his homework, making sure your home/back to your dorm safely

•likes to walk you to your lessons, but it isn't always plausible

•if you're a gryffindor, he's always sitting with you in the common room; if you aren't a gryffindor, he's sneaking you in or vice versa

•if you get detention, he'll get it with you

•if he gets detention, you'll get it with him, and then he'll be mildly annoyed at you for getting yourself in trouble

•you aren't his first partner likely, but you're the last and he makes sure you know it

•probably married quite young? pretty standard in the harry potter universe, probably cos of all the war and stuff, but i see that anyway for him

•definitely buys the best gifts for your birthday, christmas ect. he's just a great gift buyer

•wear his flannels and he'll act mildly annoyed because he wanted to wear it, but try give it back to him and he'll basically force it back to you. whether they're big, small, fit perfectly, basically he loves to see it

•terrible at revising, like he does not want to pay attention and he's so easily distracted. good luck getting him to revise for anything

•he's also terrible at constructing things, e.g shelves. it always ends up with the two of you on the floor crying over unnecessarily vague instructions, before abandoning it for takeaway

•burns himself all the time when cooking

•has also burnt himself lighting a cigarette before

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@anordinarymuse @ell0ra-br3kk3r @kingshitonly

#starstruckwillows #fluff #golden trio era #seamus finnigan #x reader #headcanons #seamus finnigan headcanons #seamus finnigan x reader fluff #seamus finnigan x reader #harry potter

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imagininghogwarts · 2 months

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i suppose i should probably write a bit, yeah? 🫡

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theromcommotel · 11 months

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WELCOME !!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN !!

hello !!

i am elsie, i have requests open for x reader fanfics !

the fandoms and types of writing i’m willing to do will be listed below !!

PLEASE specify the type of fic!!! (headcanons, oneshot, blurb, etc)

fandoms:

dear, evan hansen (the musical):

evan hansen

connor murphy

jared kleinman

harry potter:

harry potter

ron weasley

hermione granger

luna lovegood

seamus finnigan

neville longbottom

draco malfoy

cedric diggory

pansy parkinson

lavender brown

fred weasley

george weasley

percy weasley

young!sirius black

young!remus lupin

young!james potter

young!lily evans (potter)

young!severus snape (?) ((maybe i haven’t decided yet sjbsnsjsns))

(and more probably - i just don’t feel like writing them all down)

heathers (the musical):

veronica sawyer

jason dean

h. chandler

h. duke

h. mcnamara

martha dunstock

ram sweeney

kurt kelly

encanto:

mirabell madrigal

camilo madrigal

isabela madrigal

luisa madrigal

dolores madrigal

pepa madrigal

felix madrigal

bruno madrigal

ouran high school host club:

haruhi fujioka

tamaki suoh

kyoya ootori

hikaru hitachiin

kaoru hitachiin

takashi morinozuka

mitskuni huninozuka

REMINDER: if there isn’t a certain character on this list, i’m not very good at writing them / don’t feel comfy doing so !!

do’s and don’ts

do’s

oneshots

imagines

headcanons

x reader

angst

fluff

don’ts

smut (i may or may not write smut on certain occasions - i’m just not very confident in it.)

incest (sibling x sibling, parent x child, etc)

oc x canon

if something pops up in a request i won’t do i’ll add it to this list

got questions ?

be sure to lemme know! <3

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nickeverdeen · 1 year

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Hi! I love ur writing. Could i ask for seamus finnigan hcs?

Im a girl, bisexual.

Im a Street-Dance dancer and im learning spanish rn.

Im kind of the crazy or silly friend aaand i love cats and animals, i cant spend one day whithout music( i listen mostly to bands like Nirvana or Metallica oor Red Hot Chilli Peppers)

Im from Slovakia(europe).

I have long brown hair, i have a little belly fat, THICK THIGHTS and brown eyes.

Im a gemini.

I love summer.

I love art.

I have anxiety 😀🥲

And thats kinda it, i dont really know what else to put in here, so if you need to know anything, ask me.

Sure thing! I tried my best

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Seamus Finnigan hcs

Street-dance? Yes

Teach him how to dance like you, he loves it!

Seamus wouldn’t probably really try to learn spanish

But he does like how you talk when you speak Spanish

Seamus himself is a crazy friend

He loves your energy

Believe it or not he is gonna get you a cat

He loves your smile

Seamus also likes music

He ain’t really into Nirvana, but he will respect it even though he might have some comments

I’m sorry, but this dummy, doesn’t know where Slovakia is

So when you told him that he was really confused from where it is

Runs hand theough your hair whenever he gets a chance to do it

Really: while kissing, cuddling, talking etc.

Seamus would try to help you with your anxiety

Have a bad day? He’d do something stupid yet funny to cheer you up

Constanty comes to you with a new explosives he made

You > anyone else he can think of

#request #headcanons #harry potter #harry potter fandom #hcs #seamus finnigan #seamus finnigan x reader

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theaskywalker · 1 year

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Imagine helping Seamus and Dean hold off the Death Eaters with pyrotechnics

Masterlist

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stanathanxoox · 2 years

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The Battle Of Hogwarts - Seamus Finnigan x reader

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@makeitmarvellous asked:

Can you do a Seamus finnigan hp imagine where in year 7 the reader went with the trio to find the deathly Hallows leaving Seamus at Hogwarts. They sent a few letters but stopped for both their safety. She hasn't seen him for over a year and when the trio and her arrive at Hogwarts before the battle of Hogwarts she doesn't recognize him until he talks. She hates herself for leaving him in this state and not recognizing him but it ends in fluff?

It felt like years on the run, but in actual fact as you sat waiting around the table in the Hogshead drinking what felt like the fifth glass of water and snacking on the second bowl of chips, it had only been eleven months. You had decided at the end of your sixth year to join Harry, Hermione and Ron on their journey for horcruxes after accidentally stumbling across the conversation that Harry and Dumbledore had been having mid-year, Dumbledore had recruited you then as a good friend and house mate of Harry’s to look out for him, and as one of the top witches in your year, alongside Hermione and Draco, you had more than proved yourself capable of helping. At the time however, you had been in a rather committed relationship with Seamus Finnigan, having been together with him since he had asked you to be his partner to the Yule ball in your fourth year at Hogwarts, the rest as you everyone else had surmised had been history. That was until you had actually left during Bill and Fleur’s wedding with the others and your hunt for the last of the horcruxes had started. It was also after writing to each other for a week whilst the four of you were hiding out in Grimmauld place that you decided to end your relationship with him and that it would probably be a good idea to stop writing letters to each other as well, to keep each other safe. It had hurt, especially since you hadn’t known the safety of your one true love but if it meant his safety you would risk it. After finding the locket, you and Hermione had learnt very quickly not to actually wear the locket, but to keep it near you, as long as their was an article of clothing between you and the locket it couldn’t effect you in the way it seemed to effect Ron and Harry, whom had ignored your suggestions altogether. When Ron had had his outburst and left you stayed behind, Ron had been almost as furious with you as he had been hurt at Hermione for choosing the search and Harry over him, but you knew that this was a fight that needed to be continued, if you stopped now then it wouldn’t get done and nobody would get rid of Lord Voldemort. You had managed to get rid of the locket and find Helga Hufflepuff’s cup, but now you were trying to get into Hogwarts, trying to find something that could be linked to Ravenclaw only the second the four of you had stepped into Hogsmeade you’d tripped some sort of switch and it set off an alarm.

Aberfoth had found you, you had known who he was from the moment you had laid eyes on him, though the others had needed a little bit of help to understand the situation, even Hermione had been a bit confused about that one, and when you spotted the portrait hanging up on the wall you asked

“That’s your sister isn’t it? Ariana Dumbledore?” you ask and Aberforth nods his head,

“Yes” he nods towards her before you all watch her walk off as he sets plates of food down in front of you. He’d already scolded the four of you for coming to Hogsmeade, for trying to fulfill the quest that his brother had sent you, telling you it was a fools errand but you had stood up for it saying that it was one that had been a necessary evil given the fact that Voldemort had only gotten more followers, your argument had quitened him down some, you knew he wanted to argue more but could see that he was giving you an apparising look as well. You watched standing alongside Harry, Ron and Hermione, as Aberforth busied himself in the Hogshead whilst you watched the portrait of Aberforth and Albus’s sister return with someone following behind her. Hermione stepped closer asking

“Is that who I think it is?’ and as the portrait swings open and you all gasp happily, beams spreading across your face as you see the tall gangly seventh year looking the worse for wear but looking incredibly happy to see the four of you.

“Neville!”

“Harry, Ron, Hermione, Y/N, it’s so good to see you” Neville says as he shakes hands with Harry and Ron, before pulling you and Hermione into seperate hugs, he whispers in your ear

“Maybe now Seamus might finally stop worrying his blessed little cotton socks off, now that he knows your alright and in one piece” you blush at that. The others who had heard his whisper give a knowing look and you shoot them a look of annoyance before you usher for Neville to led the way. You followed Neville, Ron, Harry and Hermione through the portrait and into the Room of Requirment seeing faces both familiar and unfamiliar all staring up at you as they all applaud and congratulate you all before you look around at the people gathered, seeing most have them have scars and fresh wounds much like Neville’s and you ask

“Is this all the Carrow’s doing?”, someone steps forward and says

“It’s the punishment we all get for not doing their bidding, such as cursing first years for getting spells wrong”, a thick Irish voice states and you gasp, your eyes raking over the form of your ex, the love of your life and your heart breaks that you hadn’t recognised him sooner

“Oh Seamus” you say taking a step towards him as he does the same, arms instantly wrapping around each other but you can tell he’s trying desperately not to wince at the pain. You pull back slightly and see that he has a black eye that’s almost healed and his nose looks like its been broken recently as well, he’s got a fresh scar on his cheek which you place a kiss on and he looks at you shocked before he smiles at you slowly

“I’m so glad your safe” he whispers

“As am I” you say, your arms not leaving his waist as someone asks and you turn towards the others

“What are you doing back here Harry?”

“We’re here to search for something, something that was special to Rowena Ravenclaw and Ravenclaw house?” Harry answers

“Theirs her lost diadem” Luna says and Cho pokes her and says

“Its the lost diadem for a reason, no ones seen it for years”. A rustle is heard before someone rushes into the room and you spot Ginny through the crowd, her eyes landing on Harry before she says

“Snape knows that Harry was in Hogsmeade and he knows he’s in the castle”

“Almost a year since she last saw me and it’s like I’m bloody Frankie first year, I’m her brother” Ron says, Seamus smirks as he nuzzles closer into your side and teases

“She’s got five of those, but theres only one Harry” you giggle before giving his shoulder a gentle shove and he chuckles at the shocked look you can see on Ron’s face. Unfortunately there is a loud chiming of the bell and the others all quickly don their robes and Harry dresses in his own robes as well, hiding amongst the sea of Gryffindor’s, but not before you Hermione and Ron pull him into a hug and whisper

“Be safe”.

You follow Harry soon after when the Order of the Phoenix arrive in the Room of Requirement and enter the Great Hall with them, and its not long before the fight begins. You had seen way too much life and death but they time the four of you decide to split up, deciding to regroup with Ron and Hermione again after you had run into Tonks who had said that she needed to find Remus before it was too late. Your racing down the one of the corridors, Harry holding your hand, the two of you trying to avoid walls blasting in and boulders being thrown at you, giant spiders crawling towards you and spells being blasted this way and that. When you round the corner you witness Percy and Fred Weasley making up just as a wall gets blown apart from behind them, you scream out a blood curdling scream as Harry pushes you to the ground and holds you in his arms as rubble falls around you, you sob as you get to your feet and you hear Percy screaming at the random Death Eater through the hole in the wall, something about murder and enjoying cursing the hell out him. You hear sobs from your left and see Ron and Hermione, comforting each other, and you rush over to them, throwing your arms around Hermione and Ron. You give yourselves three minutes respite before your resolve is made up and all look at each other, nodding in determination. You follow Harry, the four of you deciding to go in pairs again, after seeing the loss of such a wholesome person and a good friend you spend the whole time your unsure if you’ll see Seamus alive again, and you hadn’t even gotten a chance to tell him you loved him.

“Harry, I don’t know how much longer I can go in this fight without telling Seamus I love him and hearing him say it back. Not when either one of might not make it to morning” you say and Harry looks back at you, reaching for your hand again, giving it a gentle squeeze

“We’ll try and find him okay? I feel the same way about Ginny” he admits and you give him a knowing smile, before the two of you continue on with your mission.

It’s after the two of you have spoken to the Grey Lady and having been inside the Ravenclaw common room that your racing back towards the Room of Requirement, this time for a different purpose that both you and Harry run into Ginny and Seamus. As soon as you see him you barrel straight into his arms and capture his lips in yours

“I love you so much Seamus, I’m going to do everything in my power to make it through this fight to get back to you”

“I love you with my entire being Y/N” he whispers before kissing you again and he and Ginny race in the opposite direction. You watch the two of them retreat before you whisper

“Please stay safe”, Harry hearing your whispered plea takes your hand and pulls you in for a hug, as you feel like your going to cry. You have to clear your throat and you sigh

“Alright there’s no time and no point getting emotional we’ve got to try and find that diadem. Let’s go end this fight” you say to Harry and he places a kiss on your forehead

“Let’s do this Y/N/N” you crack a smile, at the timing of him giving you the nickname that only he and Hermione had ever given you. It was something that had come about one night when Ron hadn’t been with you and it had stuck.

In the Room of Requirement was where Hermione and Ron met up with you, but it was also where Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy cornered you and you had been so close to finding the diadem, Harry had been so sure of it. When Malfoy and Crabbe started loosing control of their wands setting the room a blaze Hermione and Ron had tried to use their magic to put out the flames whilst you and Harry had climbed the piles of randomly piled furniture and began to search for the diamdem

“It’s there, I can see it” you say, reaching through the crack in between the chairs and down, straining to try and grab it.

“Hurry! I don’t think we can hold off the flames much longer” Hermione cries, as Ron cries out as one particular flame has been sent straight towards Hermione and you can hear Ron screaming out over the flames

“That’s my girlfriend! You fucker!” you want to query what the hell had happened in the time that the two had been away from you and Harry but you knew that the task at hand was currently more important than anything else, the fact that Ron and Hermione may now be in a relationship be damned.

“I don’t know if I can grab it Harry, my arms aren’t long enough” he looks at you and gives you a nod of encouragement

“You can Y/N/N, I know you” he says and you sigh before stretching just a little bit more and finally managing to grip the diadem. As you pull it out of the gap you squeal in triumph

“I did it!” Harry beams before the two of you slide down the pile of trinkets back to the ground. The flames in shapes of different animals now creeping towards you. Ron rounds the corner and screams

“It’s uncontrollable, why couldn’t he ever learn to control his spells properly” he races up to Hermione wrapping his arms around her waist as he runs guiding the two of them down a pathway that doesn’t seem to have been touched by the flames yet. You and Harry follow along after, holding hands again, the connection to one of you closest people spurring you on. Its when you and Harry almost crash into Hermione and Ron and fall into a pile of broomsticks that you all get a look in your eye, the only way out of this damn fire is to fly.

You jump on your own broomstick, as does Harry, whilst Hermione rides on the back of Ron’s. The three of you are flying out of the room, when you and Harry spot Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy all stuck on the top of table piling on top of pile of furniture about to be engulfed by the flames and you look over at Harry and give him a nod

“We have to save them” Harry calls over his shoulder at Ron who looks over at the three Slytherin’s and scowls, as the four of you watch the table fall and Crabbe fall into the fire, falling to his death.

“If we’re going to do this we’re going to have to be fast” you shout and Harry nods

“If we die for them I’m gonna kill you both” Ron says and you sigh before turning your broom around and fly over Goyle, reaching down and picking him up so that he can try and scramble on to the back of your broomstick, Harry grabs Malfoy before the six of you fly back towards the doors, Ron does a spell as your heading towards the doors to open them and just as you fly through the threshold the Fiendfyre catches the end of your broomsticks flipping you all off and throwing you into the opposite wall. You, Hermione and Ron are the first ones to recover as Hermione hands you one of the Basilisk fangs

“I’m not, I can’t” you say and they both look at you

“Come on Y/N, we’ve all done one now. You can do it!” Ron says but as you creep nearer to the Diadem; Voldemort’s voice fills your head as a rather vivid image fills your head, one of Seamus admitting to Dean that he doesn’t love you at all and that he was so relieved that you had been gone, you scream in anguish and cry as you feel Harry and Hermione wrap their arms around you as they both whisper

“Ignore him Y/N/N, it’s all a part of it. A part of the horcrux sees its killers deepest fears and feeds on it. You can do this, don’t believe what he’s showing you” you look up at both of them and see the truth in both of their eyes and nod your head.

“I can do this!” you say determined, you get closer to the diadem and raise the Basilisk fang before you scream and smash it down into the sapphire in the top of the headpiece, before Ron comes up from behind it and kicks it into the Fiendfyre, just Harry lets out an anguished cry, before you all cover your ears as Voldemort’s voice fills your ears.

Everything feels like it passes in a blur after that, Snape being killed in what appears to be cold blood, Harry deciding to turn himself over to Voldemort, seeing those who had died, house mates, teachers, friends, your heart broke before you, Hermione and Ginny decided to help take care of the wounded whilst the deceased laid in the Great Hall. Neville’s beautiful speech, being able to fight alongside Seamus once Harry had shown his true cards, and then the ending of the battle when Voldemort had finally been ended. More importantly for you the perfect moment for you came when after so much loss and grief, Seamus got down on one knee in front of everyone who remained behind in the Great Hall and declared

“Y/N Y/L/N, I know we are still young, and we have so much in our lives to discover, but these last eleven months a part from you, not knowing if you were safe or if I would ever get to see you, hold you in my arms again only proved to me just how much my heart and soul belong to you, how much they have belonged to you since the moment I meet you back on the Hogwarts Express seven years ago and you welcomed the small, Irish boy who kept blowing things up into your friend group and later on into your heart” he pulls out a jewellery box and you gasp because you had no idea where he had even gotten the chance to get this on a night such as this

“So Y/N, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife? My Mrs Finnigan?’ he asks and you look down into you his eyes and see them filled with so much love and devotion for you that you can’t help but kneel down in front of him, and wrap your arms around his neck

“Of course I will marry you Seamus” you whisper and he beams before opening the lid on the jewellery box and showing you the elegant diamond ring before taking it from the box and slipping it on your finger before he cups your face in his hands and kisses you passionately. You beam and when the kiss is broken you notice that everyone is clapping, and you try to hide yourself away in his shoulder because of all the attention

“Aww babe, your one of the heroes of the wizarding world and now your my fiance please don’t be shy” he says and you look up into his eyes, a blush on your cheeks before you smile

“Say it again?” you ask and he smiles, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead before he whispers

“My fiance” and you can’t help but laugh giddily at his words.

“Yours, forever” you say and he nods.

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kqvse · 21 days

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What it’s like dating Gryffindor men

- a fanfic by kqvse

Harry Potter

- will accidentally kill you and move on in 2 days

Ron Weasley

- will forget you exist when he sees Hermione in a 5 mile radius of a man

Neville Longbottom

- really?

Fred Weasley

- are you sure this is Fred

George Weasley

- are you sure this is George

Oliver Wood

- will sell you for a quidditch guidebook

Seamus Finnigan

- he is Irish

Dean Thomas

- his name is Dean Thomas

Bill Weasley

- do you speak French?

Charlie Weasley

- a dragon will eat you before you even get a shot

James Potter

- are you ginger?

Sirius Black

- he likes Remus.

Remus Lupin

- he likes Sirius.

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leviosatothestars · 16 days

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just imagining (canon compliant) Theodore Nott dating fem!Wolfstar!reader and like the angst of it because realistically, Sirius’ daughter dating a Slytherin?? Sirius’ daughter dating a Nott?? A very well known family of followers of Voldemort? And all Remus knows about Theo is that he was the quietest of the boys in reader and Theo’s year and that he didn’t spend time with Draco and Draco’s friends. Sirius tries to get information from Harry and Harry doesn’t even know Theo exists so he asks Hermione who Theo is and Hermione rolls her eyes because Theo is not only a lone wolf and quiet, but he’s highly skilled in Potions and Ancient Runes and it frustrates Hermione because she has never once seen Theo in the library studying.

(Non-canon compliant because Enzo is a fanon character) So Harry asks Neville, Seamus, and Dean for more information because while Remus knows enough information to judge now, Sirius is still not too happy about this arrangement. Harry learns from Neville, Seamus, and Dean that Theo rarely speaks, but they have seen the boy hang out with Enzo and Blaise on numerous occasions.

Sirius is still not too pleased because while he now knows Theo is not a complete loner who’s intelligent is normal Pureblood subjects, Theo is friends with a Zabini, a rich and powerful family, and a Berkshire, a Pureblood family not part of the Sacred 28 and Sirius isn’t too impressed in the choice of friends the Nott boy has made. Sirius asks Harry to get Ron’s brothers, known pranksters and troublemakers who are good friends of reader, to pull a prank in Theo’s vicinity to see how the Slytherin reacts. Sirius believes that a guy who doesn’t enjoy pranks isn’t good enough for his daughter.

So Fred and George pull off a prank on Lorenzo Berkshire while Enzo’s spending time with Blaise and Theo. The twins somehow, I’m not good at writing pranks, get paint all over Enzo and Blaise and Theo by accident. Enzo’s trying to laugh it off because it’s Fred and George, they obviously didn’t mean any harm while Blaise is disgruntled and trying to not hex the twins because now he has to wash paint out of his hair which is not an easy task and he’s just praying the paint Fred & George used wasn’t acrylic. Theo’s smirking and holding back a chuckle at Enzo and Blaise’s reactions, not even noticing the paint that splattered onto him. Fred and George are rolling around on the grass, laughing so hard their lungs hurt and while all of this is happening, reader is only standing a distance away, mouth ajar and eyes wide because Fred and George had sworn Theo would be off limits now that Theo was dating reader.

I might honestly end up writing this myself because I’m so hooked on it now. Also, in my mind fem!Wolfstar!reader is also a Ravenclaw and secretly highly mischievous.

#Slytherin boys #Wolfstar!reader #Wolfstar!daughter #theo nott #theodore nott x reader #Fred and George Weasley #lorenzo berkshire #blaise zabini #Harry Potter #Hermione Granger #neville longbottom #seamus finnigan #Dean Thomas #deamus #thestarsaretalking

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kkurades · 2 years

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˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ STARRY EYES ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

━━ during the battle of hogwarts blaise had lost sight of you but when he finally found you again he found your dead corpse.

word count: 2637

pairing: fem!gryffindor!lupin!reader x blaise zabini

warning: death, blood, missing limbs, broken skull, war.

“But he's there! Potter's there! Someone grab him!” Pansy Parkinson exclaimed while you watched the scene unfold next to Hermione.

Ginny instinctively moves towards Harry with her wand drawn. Your eyes quickly flickered to your boyfriend, Blaise Zabini who was already staring at you.

Both you and Hermione made a move to join Ginny while you desperately clutched your wand, praying to whoever was listening that you wouldn't have to use it.

The other Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws follow your lead and stand protectively around Harry before Filch abruptly marched in, but you couldn't bring yourself to listen to him as you examined Blaise who seemed indifferent about the situation.

“Wait! As it turns out, Mr. Filch, your arrival is most opportune. If you would, I'd like you to lead Miss Parkinson and the rest of Slytherin House from the Hall.”

Your gaze quickly flashed towards Professor McGonagall before looking back to your frowning boyfriend.

“Right away,” Filch suddenly halted before questioning the head of Gryffindor once again, “Er, exactly where is it I'd be leadin' em to, ma'am?”

“The dungeons should do,” while the other students cheered as the Slytherins were taken to the dungeon, you felt an apprehensive feeling crawl over you as you watched Blaise desperately looking at you.

Perhaps he had known that the inevitable was going to happen, and he didn't want you to be in the middle of the battlefield without his protection.

After all, you still were a Gryffindor through and through. And unfortunately, your house was particularly known for its impulsiveness, which was a trait that you shared.

You watched stoically as Blaise disappeared from your sight before moving towards your father and your stepmother.

Remus kissed the top of your head, while Nymphadora pulled you into a firm hug. You inhaled her vanilla and candy-like scent, which soothed you extensively before pulling away and joining Neville and the rest of the DA.

You were assisting Cho, Nigel, and Katie while Seamus ordered you around in placing magical 'charges' on key pressure points.

Your body stilled when you noticed Scabior and the Snatchers moving towards you and Neville.

“Not good,” you heard Neville mumble before you took his arm and sprinted as fast as you could while Ginny and Seamus were standing at the edge of the wooden bridge.

Even though you knew you should have been more concerned about Scabior and the Snatchers, who were about to catch up to you any instant, you felt the terror seep into your body as you caught a maniacal gleam in Seamus’ eyes.

Fortunately, you were quick enough to reach the duo in time before the bridge ultimately collapsed.

But when you turned around, you noticed that Neville had suddenly disappeared. Ginny gasped beside you as your mouth fell scarcely open and your eyes widened.

The moment seemingly lasted forever before charred fingernails appeared over the final remaining of the bridge.

You let out a sigh of relief before you and Ginny rushed to hoist Neville up onto what's left of the bridge.

“What?” The youngest Weasley asked as Neville glanced at you.

“That was quite exciting,” you let out a groan as Seamus grinned and winked at him.

“Mad. The both of you,” Ginny declared before a thundering rumble almost send Neville tumbling off the bridge again.

Ginny steadies him as you all peer into the distance, noticing that the reason of the small earthquake were giants.

You quickly said your goodbyes before you dashed off to help fight off the death eaters, while Ginny and Neville parted ways with Seamus.

And while you were fighting for your life, Blaise had been stuck in the dungeons with a harsh glare on his face as he stared holes into the grinning Filch.

“Night-tee night,” Blaise felt like he could slaughter the man right then and there, but quietly watched as Pansy cursed him.

“You let us out of here, you filthy squib!” Filch only grinned, shaking the ring of keys in his hand, and turned to walk away.

When he was a fair distance away the chamber began to tremble, but with each step, it got more violent. Suddenly plaster rained down, and a ragged hole opens in the ceiling, followed by multiple others before a massive eye peered inside which made some Slytherins scream.

The giant's fist dropped heavily through the hole, fingers probing the cell clumsily. Filch watched in horror as the cell fell to pieces and the Slytherins spilled forth.

Goyle ruthlessly flung Housemates aside, while Blaise followed in his wake. Ready to start searching for you throughout the whole castle, even if it would take him the entire night.

As they reached the safety of the corridor, a hand — this one of human scale — reaches out of the darkness and grabbed Goyle.

Blaise stifled his groan at the sight of Draco Malfoy before following him, desperately hoping that they would come across someone who could notify him of your whereabouts.

Before Blaise comprehended what was occurring, he was perched atop a fragile tower while fire consumed everything around him.

He had lost his wand earlier on and thought that this would be it before Ron and Harry flew towards him and Draco on brooms.

He quickly took Ron's outstretched hand and mounted the broom while listening to Ron complaining about it under his breath.

Blaise suppressed his eye roll because Ron Weasley did save his life.

While Ron flew them to safety, he couldn't stop himself from asking about you. The words were scorching him, and he desperately ought to know the answer.

“Where's Y/n?” His voice was steady, but if you listened close enough, then you would perhaps have heard his urgency.

Ron quickly glanced at him with a scoff before replying.

“I don't know. I haven't seen her since the start of this.”

But as Ron glimpsed at Blaise's despairing expression, he felt himself blurt something out.

“She went with Ginny and Neville,” he timidly said, which lit Blaise's eyes once again before Ron landed the two of them safely.

Blaise awkwardly thanked Ron before dashing off in the hope to find you.

You had scratches all over your face, your nose was probably broken, and you were convinced that your left pinky was about to fall off.

You tried to shrug it off as you continued fighting off the infinite death eaters.

Much to your solace, you found your dad and stepmom and quickly approached them while fending off the enemy.

But your relief was exceptionally brief when Antonin Dolohov ultimately killed your father.

You heard your heart pounding loudly in your ears as the light left your father's eyes.

You could hear Nymphadora's heartbreaking cry before you charged at Dolohov ruthlessly before you killed the man.

While you were able to kill Antonin Dolohov, you knew that it was partially because he had been diverted and hadn't seen you coming.

You were about to approach your father's body but abruptly halted when you noticed Bellatrix Lestrange standing a little further from you, inclining to kill Nymphadora.

No sound came from your throat as Bellatrix neared your stepmom who was wailing over her dead husband's body, not caring whether she was open for attacks.

You noticed out of the corner of your eye Kingsley Shacklebolt attempting to reach Nymphadora in time, but you knew he was too far away to do anything.

Nymphadora looked up at the sound of Kingsley yelling at her, but she felt like she couldn't move as Bellatrix moved toward her at an extraordinarily rapid pace.

You quickly made your mind up as you ran right towards the merciless death eater, your wand having been discarded somewhere along the way of killing Dolohov.

Your body collided with Bellatrix' as you made an effort to shove her off the edge of the castle.

Unfortunately, she yanked you with her before she quickly apparated to safety.

It felt like everything was going in slow motion as you caught a glimpse of Kingsley and your stepmom leaning over the edge while they screamed your name at the top of their lungs as tears streamed down Nymphadora's cheek as she watched you plunge to your death.

You felt yourself relaxing as you realized that you had saved Nymphadora and that she would have an opportunity to survive this and go home to Teddy.

You quickly accepted your death, as your final thoughts were of Blaise Zabini.

You particularly thought about the feeling of when you woke up next to him in your dorm.

The sunlight bled through the curtains around your bed as you felt Blaise's heartbeat steadily thumping beneath you.

You remembered the adoring look on his face as you kissed him softly while your limbs were tangled together.

Your last thoughts were of Blaise before your body shut down when it collided with the ground.

Nymphadora remembered the determination on your face when she looked up to see you charging at Bellatrix to save her.

She remembered the anguish she felt when her maternal aunt pulled you down with her.

She remembered how she scattered to her feet before taking off towards the edge with Kingsley right next to her as she shrieked your name, desperate to see you one more time.

She remembered the heartbreak she felt when your eyes softened, and you looked peaceful, almost relieved, as you fell to your death while the stars were reflected in your eyes.

Kingsley had to haul her away while Arthur looked at her with sorrow in his eyes.

Minerva McGonagall's face twisted into pure horror when she heard the sound of bones breaking.

She quickly spun around only to see you dead on the floor with your eyes hauntingly staring into her soul as the corner of your lips had been turned upwards.

A gasp left her body as a single tear fell from her eye before hurrying over to you.

She crouched next to you, taking you into her arms but had no option but to leave you there.

The castle still roamed with death eaters, giants, and whatnot, and she couldn't afford to be vulnerable at a time like this, besides she was way too old to be carrying bodies around, so she quickly promised your dead body that she would return as soon as possible.

Only after Voldemort's defeat did McGonagall remember about you again and instantly asked Wood to assist her to pick up your body.

Oliver let out a shallow breath as he halted next to your body. You hadn't been moved because you had fallen into a relatively peaceful area where there wasn't much damage done.

He quickly glanced at the head of the Gryffindor house with a shaken look on his face before seizing your body.

Your head lolled against his shoulders and your arm limply hung from your body as Oliver carried you to the great hall, where most of the bodies were placed.

When he entered the Great Hall, he noticed some people throwing pitiful looks at you in his arms as he brought you to a free spot.

Just as he was about to place you down he heard someone let out a miserable sob before turning to your stepmom who hadn't left Remus his side since the war had ended.

He carefully put you on a blanket as Nymphadora fell down next to your body. He took this as his que to leave, but not before giving one last tragic look at your corpse.

Neville, Ginny, Seamus, Harry, Hermione, and Ron immediately ran towards you when they noticed your body being brought in.

Neville closed his eyes as tears escaped them while he remembered how lively you had looked hours prior.

Hermione leaned into Ron as salty wet tears streamed down her face as she hiccuped slightly while Seamus stared at you with horror and misery.

At a sudden point during the battle did Blaise find Neville and Luna, but when he questioned them about your whereabouts he came out with nothing.

His hopes started to falter after he had practically scoured the whole castle.

After Voldemort's defeat, he had followed the Malfoy's into the great hall and quietly sat there as he observed the doors, hoping for you to come through them.

He had asked all of your friends by now where you were, but none of them knew. Blaise had even looked at all the bodies to ensure that you weren't dead.

Later on, Draco and his mother had already left, but Blaise didn't dare to move his eyes from the gate.

His eyes glanced towards a small commotion that had been around one of the bodies that had just been brought in by Oliver Wood and professor McGonagall.

When he looked closer, he noticed that it were your friends. Even your stepmother was there as she sat on the ground while crying her eyes out.

He quickly came to realize that it couldn't be a coincidence.

'No'

He kept repeating the word as he quickly jumped up and neared the group, but he felt his heart in his throat when he recognized your messy y/h/c hair and your favorite red sweater that you had been wearing earlier that night when he saw you.

His eyes widened as he pushed through your friends, who threw sympathetic looks as he collapsed next to your body.

The war hadn't been kind to you. Your nose was broken and dried blood stained your upper lip. You had multiple scratches and gashes along your body, and blood stained the blanket that you were laying on, indicating that there was a wound on the back of your head.

Your fingers were covered in grime and blood, but he could make out that you missed one finger.

Blaise clutched to your body refusing to let you go as tears fell from his eyes, not caring about the blood that was tainting his clothes.

He sat there for hours, refusing to leave you as the stream of tears seemed endless.

At a certain point, they had placed your father’s body next to you, but he paid him no mind.

Most students had been leaving the Great Hall, but he remained next to you while Nymphadora watched him sadly.

He felt like his life ended the moment he found your body, but his thoughts were cut off by a hand being placed on his shoulder.

His eyes glanced towards the owner, who happened to be Nymphadora. She sat down next to him while trying to keep her tears at bay.

“What happened?” Blaise's voice was quivering and hoarse, his hands trembled, and he was terrified of the answer.

“I- Y/n found me and R-Remus at a certain point during the battle. Remus had just been killed by Antonin Dolohov so she avenged him by killing Dolohov. After her fight with him she-uhm, she lost her wand. While I was grieving over Remus I was oblivious to Bellatrix who was planning to kill me,” Blaise let out a shuddered breath as he knew where this was going to but kept quiet.

“She charged at Bellatrix and pushed her off the castle, but Bellatrix pulled her with her. During their fall, Bellatrix managed to apparatus. Even though Y/n didn’t kill her, she saved my life,” Nymphadora was full-on sobbing now as the memory seemed like an endless loop.

“What-what happened to Bellatrix?” Blaise felt anger fill his body as he spat out the name of the woman who had partially killed his Y/n.

“Molly killed her.”

Blaise nodded but remained quiet as he grieved you with your stepmother silently. But he was sure that he wouldn’t be able to recover from this, from your death.

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WASTELAND BABY! (Chapter Two)

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Word Count: 3k

Contents: cursing, mentions of catcalling and misogyny, some sibling slagging, intense pining and FLUFFF

September 1994 ○ The Great Hall

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As the last 1st year student to be sorted made his way over to the Ravenclaw table, Dumbledore stood up out of his seat to the podium. "Now that everyone is settled... I have an announcement to make,"

Over on the gryffindoor table, y/n slept with her head resting on her crossed arms. After being up since 7am and not being able to sleep all last night, she couldn't keep her eyes open. Neville, who was sitting beside her, gently tried to shake her awake.

"Here, Longbottom that's no use. If death eaters bombed the school, she'd sleep through it," Seamus laughed from across the table, from where he was sitting between Dean and Ron. He took a couple of Fun Snaps out of his robe pocket and threw them down on the table, exploding beside his sister's ear.

Y/n woke up in shock, her heart racing at the loud noise that disrupted her sleep. As she took in her surroundings and noticed that half the table had turned their heads at the sound of the loud noise, her face turned a deep shade of red.

She gave her brother a hard kick to the shin under the table, which turned his raucous laughter into a shout of pain.

Y/n smirked at this as she turned to listen to the headmaster.

"This castle will not only be your home this year, but home to some very special guests as well," Dumbledore spoke to all of the students. "You see, this year Hogwarts has been chosen to host the Triwizard Tournament"

Excited chatter spread across the whole room as Dumbledore explained the event. Every triwizard champion in history became rich and famous afrer winning the tournament, and every student wondered if it would be them this time round.

"What'd you think the chances of me winning are?" Ron asked, to no one in particular. While the whole group resisted the urge to laugh, Y/n took it upon herself to answer him.

"About as the same probability of me getting picked as quiddich captain," she shrugged. It was no secret that her athletic skills were very limited. The only time you'd ever catch Y/n Finnegan running was if Voldemort himself was chasing her.

No one heard her joke, however, because as she spoke the doors of the great hall swung open to reveal about a hundred girls dressed in baby blue school uniforms. They moved, in a way that could only be compared to floating, down the middle of the great hall, gracefully greeting the crowd every few paces.

Every single one of the girls was breath-takingly beautiful, the kind of looks that would make you insecure. This observation clearly wasn't missed by all of the boys in the room, who were entranced by the scene infront of them. Sounds of over-the-top clapping and obnoxious whistling filled the air as the boys showed their appreciation to their schools' new guests. Even Neville had stood up to get a better look what was going on, the palms of his hands turning red from all of the clapping.

Y/n, Hermione and Ginny shared a look of uncomfortable disgust. It seemed all of the girls seated at the house tables were feeling the same thing, as they clapped quietly from where they sat, unable to meet the eyes of their male peers once they sat down.

After greeting Madam Maxine, the headmistress of Beauxbatons, Dumbledore returned to his place behind the gold podium at the front of the hall. "And now... our friends from the North. Please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and their headmaster, Igor Karakoff,"

The doors of the great hall swung open once more to reveal a crowd of boys dressed in a brown uniforms, their hair tightly cropped to their scalp. They marched down the centre of the great hall, doing tricks with the wooden staffs they held in their hands.

Y/n elbowed Hermione in the side and shot her a smile as she recognised the face of the final Durmstrang student to walk in, Victor Krum. At the Quiddich World Cup, the girls realised that they both found him quite attractive.

"Look y/n, it's your fella," Seamus smirked over the shoulder at his sister, knowing what her opinions were about the Bulgarian seeker. The only reply that he recieved was his sister's two fingers in the air, telling him to fuck off.

Neville turned to face her, eyebrows raised. "Your fella?" He shot her a joking smile.

"Don't mind him, I don't know what he's on about," Y/n replied, before shooting Seamus a dirty look. She really didn't want the whole of Hogwarts to know about her celebrity crush.

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Y/n lay in bed, staring at the leather-strapped watch that adorned her wrist. All of the other girls in her dorm had fallen asleep hours before and now it was just her that remained awake. She watched the thin, second hand tick slowly forth until it met both of the other hands at 12. Midnight.

Slowly, the girl pulled back her duvet and sat up, trying her best not to wake Lynott who was curled up asleep on the end of her bed. She laced up her black Doc Martens over her fluffy socks, and pulled a dark green hoodie, embroidered with the crest of her local quiddich team, Kenmare Krestals.

Y/n crept out of her dorm room, making sure not step on the creaky floorboards that she had memorised the location of sometime between then and first year. Just as she was about to head down the stairs the common room, she stopped herself and turned around, walking down the corridor to the section with the 3rd year girls' dorms.

She opened one of the doors just enough for her to enter, the light from her wand illuminating the floor as she quietly snuck over to the bed that her best friend peacefully slept in.

Ginny's red hair was splayed across the pillow, limbs tangled in the red and gold duvet. Her mouth hung slightly open, releasing light snores that circled the, otherwise silent, room.

Y/n smiled to herself, she knew that Ginny would be the one to fall asleep. She shook the girl lightly to try and wake her "Gin?" "Ginny wake up, it's midnight,"

The red-headed girl stirred and slowly opened her eyes, jumping in fright when she saw y/n standing over her in the darkness, looking a bit like the grim reaper. "What're you doing here?"

"You fall asleep every year," she chuckled lowly before throwing Ginny the knitted jumper that was laying ontop of her trunk. "It's midnight, c'mon,"

At those words Ginny quickly got out of bed in a rush. "Shit already? I swear it was just lights out?" she whispered.

Ginny quickly pulled on a pair of socks and runners, not bothering to tie the laces as she tucked them down the sides. She then tugged the jumper over her head and rolled up the sleeves to make it fit. It was one of George's old Christmas jumpers, but she got away with wearing it since they had the same first inital.

"Let's go, they're probably waiting for us," y/n spoke. They followed the light from their wands as they made their way out of the dormitories, trying to be as quiet as possible to not wake McGonagall, who's quarters were located at the end of the hallway.

As the girls reached the common room they spotted Neville, sitting on one of the couches as he waited for them. He lay back comfortably, his eyes closed as he listened to the music playing from the earphones connected to his walkman.

Y/n smiled, a plan hatching in her head. She knew that Neville wouldn't be able to hear them if they were quiet. She turned to Ginny and put a finger to her lips, letting her know what she was about to do.

She then snuck up behind the sofa where the boy was sitting and hopped over the back, landing beside him. "Boo" she laughed, watching his scared expression slowly turn to a relieved smile.

Neville saw someone appear to the right of him and his heart dropped, thinking someone had caught him out of bed past lights-out. When he saw it was just y/n, he couldn't help but grin at her playfullness and his heart skipped a beat once more. "Hi, I was waiting on you," he replied shyly.

Y/n flung her legs over his lap, and crossed her arms behind her head. "Yeah I know, but I had to wake up this lazy bitch," she nodded towards Ginny with a playful smile.

"Shut up, I'm awake now aren't I?" She responded, from where she was leaning against the back of the sofa, with an over-exaggerated eye roll.

Neville filled with intense embarrasment once he realised that Ginny had been there all along. He was greatly thankful for the dim firelight that disugiused how deeply he blushed when y/n sat next to him. If he wanted this crush to remain a secret, he would have to get better at hiding it.

"We should go. Luna's probably up at the tower already," Ginny pointed out. Y/n agreed and sat up, taking her legs off of Neville's lap.

The trio left the Gryffindor common room and manoeuvred their way to the other side of the castle, checking around every corner to make sure there was np sight of Filch and Mrs. Norris. Eventually, they found themselves climbing the spiral staircase which led to the astronomy tower.

Ginny was right, Luna was already at the top when they got there, looking up at the night sky. Four mugs of tea rested on the safety railing beside her, steam visible in the cold Autumn air. Without turning around, she greeted them all "Hi guys,"

The past few years, the four of them created the tradition of coming up to the astronomy tower at midnight whenever they came back from a school break. It started when Luna had read that there was going to be a meteor shower that night, so the other three went up to watch it with her. Last year, the house elves had realised what they were doing and started to leave tea up there for them.

They all stood beside their blonde haired friend and followed her gaze up to look at the bright cresent moon, surrounding by thousands of stars dotted across the sky. It always seemed that the stars shined brighter while they were at Hogwarts, which probably had something to do with all the magic around the school's grounds.

The group drank their tea and stared up into the sky in a comfortable silence. None of them ever seemed to feel the need to fill quiet moments with small talk, they were more than happy to just enjoy each others presence.

Luna was the first to speak. "We aren't the only one's doing this, you know"

"Hmm? What do you mean?" Neville asked, turning to face the blonde-haired girl. The space between his eyebrows creased in confusion.

"Doing this, looking at the stars." She replied, a smile making it's way onto her face. "I bet that there are other people doing exactly the same thing as we are,"

Y/n considered it for a moment, she had never taken the time to think about how every person saw the same sky at night, counted the same stars. It was comforting to her, in a weird extistential way.

"Yeah, but we are way cooler than those other people," Ginny joked. The others let out silent laughs, which were visible in the frosty air.

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The group were sat down on the edge of the astronomy tower, their legs dangling off the side. The only thing stopping them from falling off was a metal bar. A cold breeze blew past them, making Ginny shiver and pull her arms around her chest. "Guys, I think I might head back to bed. It's freezing out here,"

Luna nodded in agreement. "I'll come with you, Ginny. I need to return these to the kitchen and thank the house elves," she collected the empty tea mugs into her arms. "Are you two coming aswell?"

Y/n shook her head and put up her hood, to shield her neck from the chilling air of the Scottish highlands. "I think I might stay for a while. I'm not quite ready for bed yet,"

Immediately after she finished her scentance, Neville started to speak. "Y-yeah, me too. I think I'll stay here with y/n" he crossed his arms and nodded, as if it was the best idea in the world.

"Okay" Luna smiled. She hugged both of her friends and walked over to the stairs, her footsteps not even making a sound on the stone floor.

Ginny lingered for a minute longer. She shot Neville a look, in silent question of his odd behaviour, before saying goodbye and disappearing down the spiral staircase with Luna.

Once they had watched their friends fully leave, the pair turned back to look at the view infront of them. From the height that they sat at, they could see everything: the forbidden forest, the black lake, the mountains and even the lights of Hogsmede village in the distance.

"Thanks," y/n spoke. The word cut through the silence, so crisp that they could almost see it written out in the air infront of them.

"For what?" Neville asked. As far as he remembered, he didn't do anything to deserve a thanking.

"For staying out here with me" she shrugged, turning to look at boy best friend. His overgrown hair moved with the breeze, but it didn't do anything to hide the smile that grew on his face.

Neville turned to face the girl he had been infatuated with for the last month. Before he returned to school he had hoped his feelings were just on account of Summer lonliness, but they haven't gone away, quite the opposite acctually...

"Anytime"

And he didn't mind it one bit.

The pair of them stared at eachother, studying the changes that had occured in the face of the other over the summer. Y/n noticed that Neville had lost a lot of that child-like roundness to his face, his features slowly sculpting into structure. Neville noticed that y/n had gained a couple of new freckles along her forehead and nose, representing her days spent on the beaches back home in Kerry.

As if they were in sync, both of them looked up at the same time making unexpected eye contact. They were unable to look away, like a deer in headlights knowing it will be killed by a massive lorry if it doesn't move off of the motorway.

Y/n broke first, clearing her throat as she looked down. She could feel her face heating up and hoped she could excuse it on the cold. As her eyes scanned back up, the headphones resting around Neville's neck caught her attention.

"Um- whatchu listening to?" She asked, desperate to change the topic of conversation.

"Here," Neville took the headphones from around his neck, placing them over y/n's ears before pressing play on the walkman clipped to the waistband of his blue striped pyjama bottoms. He watched as her face grew into a massive grin when she recognised the song playing.

"Is this this the mixtape I made you?!" She asked, hearing the last verse of The Waterboys' 'The Whole Of The Moon' through the little orange foam ear pieces.

Neville nodded, "I've been listening to it ever since you gave it to me... it's the only tape I have," he shrugged sheepishly, still flustered from the previous encounter.

Y/n thought for a moment before standing up, dragging Neville onto his feet also. She rewinded the tape back to the start of the song and unplugged the headphones, letting the song's opening drums and keyboard riff flood the top of the Astronomy Tower.

Noticing the look of confusion on the boy infront of her's face, Y/n took both of his hands in hers and started moving them forwards and backwards as she she swayed her hips to the rhythm. She couldn't help but sing as the lyrics began:

I pictured a rainbow

You held it in your hands

I had flashes

But you saw the plans

Neville smiled, she geniunely had such a pretty voice. Once he got into the song he began to sway to the beat.

I wandered out of the world for years

But you just stayed in your room

Neville twirled y/n around and heard and her joyus laughter filled his head. As the next line of the song came in, he joined in with her,

I saw the cresent

You saw the whole of the moon

He had to admit, he wasn't much of a singer but it was hard not to sing along in that moment... which was cut short by a loud shout coming from the outside of the tower.

"WHO'S UP THERE! WHICH ONE OF YOU LITTLE BUGGERS IS OUT OF BED!" The scraggly voice that could only belong to Filch shouted up the tower.

"Fuck!"

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