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Guilty As Sin? Is about Ginny having sex dreams about Harry even though she is dating Dean Thomas btw
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Ohhhh can I give you two prompts??? 3 & 7
I would love me some Hinny, but I wouldn’t be opposed to Jily! 💕
I'm going with Jily becuz that's what those prompts scream to me!! thank you <3 all of these are really just excuses to write jily making out huh lol
"Tell me to leave and I'll never bother you again," James said, a tone of seriousness in his voice she never really quite heard.
Lily sighed, leaning her cheek into his hand. "You know that's not what I want."
"Then what do you want?" he asked, his eyes pleading.
She answered by lifting herself up on her toes and pressing her mouth to his. He reacted instantly, moving his hand to the back of her head, burying his fingers in her hair. She did the same to him, reveling in the feel of him. He moved them backward towards the wall and pulled Lily more firmly up against him as he pressed eager kiss after eager kiss to her lips. A soft groan moved from the back of her throat, which just encouraged James to kiss her with even more intensity.
She felt dizzy. She had been daydreaming about what it'd be like to kiss James Potter since the end of sixth year, and here they were, wrapped up in each other at 1am in the common room alone, and the feel of his lips was more intoxicating than she ever imagined. As James moved from her mouth to her jaw and down her throat, she felt like the world was spinning. "James," she said softly.
James lifted his mouth and smiled. He caressed her face. "You have no idea how much I love hearing you call me that." Then he kissed her again.
Lily suppressed a giggle. "Well, it is your name."
"You'd think I only ever had a surname, with the way you so determinedly only ever called me Potter."
"Well, you call me Evans all the time!"
"Out of endearment, not derision."
"It's not derision," she said earnestly. "It's not. Well... not anymore, at least."
The air between them suddenly became tense. James, looking quite euphoric one moment ago, looked sullen. He shifted his eyes away from her.
"James," she tried. "I know I used to... well, um... I know I wasn't-"
"It's fine," James said, loosening his grip on her. "Forget it."
But that wasn't what she wanted, nor what she thought he wanted if his body language was any indication. She tightened her hold on the back of his neck, forcing him to look at her. "I know I was a shrew to you in fifth year. I'm not saying that there were times that you didn't deserve it, being the arrogant git you were back then, but for the most part, I know I... I know I hurt you. And I know I can't take it back, but I just want- need you to know that I don't... I don't want to hurt you anymore. I just...want you. Nobody else, just you. If me snogging you wasn't obvious enough."
He smiled at that, relaxing at her touch as she grazed her nails against the nape of his neck. "Still nice to hear." He leaned his forehead against hers and sighed happily. "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
"And if it wasn't already obvious, I want you, too. All the time, so bad," he said.
"It's still nice to hear, too. Although, it was nice being shown as well."
His devious smile grew, shining on his face as he leaned back in. "Happy to continue the demonstration."
#hp#one shot#drabble#jily#james potter#lily evans#james potter/lily evans#james/lily#harry potter#hp fanfic#fanfic#harry potter fanfic
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Prompt: 33 —> Hinny
Harry shifted from foot to foot, feeling a bit uncomfortable and frustrated. As he stood in the pub and watched member after member of Puddlemore United come up to his fiancé and congratulate her on the Harpies win in the semi-finals, he felt the monster that lived in his chest most of his sixth year at Hogwarts make a roaring reappearance. Particularly when the handsome captain, Cassius Dormir, appeared in front of her.
"Looks like someone's trying to steal your fiancé, mate," said Ron, drinking a butterbeer.
Hermione rolled her eyes, leaning into Ron all the same. "Shut up, Ronald. Harry is secure in his relationship and has nothing to be worried about- right?"
He was about to say yes, but then Cassius leaned over and kissed Ginny on the cheek. It was chaste and friendly, but the monster in his chest growled.
"Right?" Hermione asked again, but Harry didn't hear her, as his legs started to move on their own accord, pushing through everyone to get to Ginny and Cassius. He was admitting his defeat when Harry arrived.
"Cassius Dormir, right? I'm Harry," he interjected, surprising even himself. He mostly liked to be in the shadows at these events.
Cassius surveyed him, then caught sight of his scar. "Oh, wow Mr. Potter... it's an honor to meet you. But, what are you doing at a Quidditch pub, may I ask?"
"I'm Ginny's fiancé," he answered quickly. Then he went and staked his claim by putting an arm around her, daring Cassius to do anything else. Ginny looked up at Harry, her eyes narrowed.
Cassius took a significant step back. "Wow, looks like I owe you a double congratulations, then! On the match and the marriage. Best of luck, yeah?"
He waved to Ginny, then moved through the crowd towards his teammates.
Ginny shimmied out of Harry's hold. "Alright, now what exactly was that about?"
"What exactly was what about?" he asked innocently.
"You know, that blatant display of jealousy. Scaring away people who are technically my co-workers. Care to explain?"
Harry sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Sorry, sorry, you're right. I just... Seeing all these blokes who are in top fit form and coming over to you and are much better at Quidditch than I am these days... just had me seeing red, that's all. I mean, you're the most beautiful, most talented person in the world. You could have any of them."
"But I don't want them. I want you." She grabbed his hand and kissed the back of it. "I've only ever wanted you for ten years. I don't think that's ever going to change. Can you trust that?"
Harry sighed, pulling her towards him for a hug. "Of course I can. Sorry."
"Guess you'll just have to make it up to me."
Harry pulled away and raised an eyebrow at her. "What do you have in mind?"
She smirked. "Oh, you know, just keep calling me the most beautiful and talented person in the world every day for the rest of our lives. I liked the sound of that."
Harry laughed, putting his forehead against hers. "That can be arranged.
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14 please ❤️
The dusty alcove at the end of the fourth-floor corridor wasn't exactly the most romantic setting in the castle, but it was where Lily happily dragged James ten minutes into their rounds that evening.
"Lily Evans," James said in a mock tone of disapproval. "Are you, Head Girl, planning on using rounds as time for snogging?"
Lily ran her hands up his chest. "Was I that obvious?"
"Seems like a complete abuse of power," James pointed out, smiling as he snaked his arms around her waist. "Who taught you such debauchery?"
"Only the Head Boy, of course," she smiled back.
"Sounds like a real marauder."
"He is." She pulled on his collar and kissed him. He kissed her back, pushing her further into the alcove, her back against the wall. Their tongues met and they let out simultaneous noises of delight. As they continued to kiss, Lily moved one hand up into James's hair, gently scratching his scalp, and used her other hand to graze down the front of his neck. James shivered under her touch. He ripped his mouth away.
"If you do that one more time," James said heavily, his breathing uneven. "I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself.”
"Hmm, interesting," mused Lily, and then went and did it again anyway.
James gulped, closing his eyes. Lily smirked with satisfaction. James leaned in and kissed her again, this time more thoroughly, pressing his body flush up against hers. She responded in kind, squeezing his hair between her fingers. She sighed as she eventually moved his mouth to her neck, making his way down her throat to her collarbone, moving one hand from her waist up to her chest.
"James," she breathed.
"It's your fault. I warned you," he said, looking at her, eyes dark. "You knew exactly what you were doing, Evans."
"I'm not complaining," she clarified as he continued his ministrations. "I just think, well, the alcove might not be the best spot if we're going to continue to goad each other like this, no?"
"You're the one who chose it," he reminded her, smiling.
She pulled his face towards hers and kissed him again. "I wasn't thinking straight. Let's get out of here. Somewhere better suited for you to, er, have difficulty controlling yourself."
He raised his eyebrows. "Where?"
"I don't know, you're the expert deviant here, I'm still in training."
He chuckled at that and kissed her on the forehead. He grabbed her hand. "I know a few places."
"Lead the way."
#just two crazy kids#hp fanfic#jily#james potter#lily evans#james potter/lily evans#one shot#drabble
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@ anons who sent me prompts- thank you so much for taking the time but the ideas i got were kinda sad / conflict oriented and I'm in much more of a lets write happiness type of mood lmao but if you wanna send me a number from the list of prompts i reblogged feel free!! :)
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more otp dialogue prompts <3
as a follow up to this post
1. “Okay, maybe I have a crush on you! So what?”
2. “It’s not like this with them.”
3. “Tell me to leave and I’ll never bother you again.”
4. “This doesn’t change anything between us.”
5. “Just take me home.”
6. “I appreciate the effort but this is all wrong.”
7. “I don’t want anyone else.”
8. “What could you possibly be this stressed about?”
9. “You haven’t changed at all.”
10. “I never want to be without you again.”
11. “You tricked me.”
12. “You can’t tell anyone. Seriously. Even them.”
13. "You want me, don't you?"
14. “If you do that one more time I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself.”
15. “I can’t believe you remembered.”
16. “You won’t believe me.”
“Try me.”
17. “I don’t want to have this conversation again.”
18. “You shouldn’t be here.”
19. “I think about you all the time.”
20. “Why do you insist on misunderstanding me?”
21. “Then take me with you.”
22. “I think I missed you more than you missed me.”
23. “I thought I’d lost you.”
24. “Don’t say that to me. That’s not fair.”
25. “Well, since you asked nicely...Sure."
26. “You used to have feelings for me. Admit it.”
27. “So you don’t regret it at all?”
28. “I’m not ready to let you go.”
29. “Don’t lie to me. I was there.”
30. “Leave me alone.”
“Is that really what you want?”
31. “I’ll be there as soon as possible.”
32. "I can't hide it anymore. I have to tell you how I feel."
33. “I don’t want them. I want you.”
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hi all!!! been a while! if anyone wants to send me prompts for a drabble i'd love to- in a jily mood but always down for hinny as well :)
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not to go all cringe on main but fictional characters have genuinely helped me through some of the worst shit in my life n i’ll forever be grateful to fiction for giving me comfort when i’ve needed it most
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A home.
Happy belated birthday Ginny Weasley ily and so does Harry
Harry finally understood why Sirius was so miserable that year.
Although Kreacher was pleasant enough to him, being alone at 12 Grimmauld Place wasn't ideal. It was dark and gloomy and much too large. He didn't protest Ron moving in with George to keep him company for a second, but it was strange, being on his own. He went over to the Burrow for dinner practically every other night, and if Ron and George would stay, he would too. But when he'd return to Grimmauld after a long day of work, he never felt more isolated.
But when Ginny came home for the school holidays and would spend any time not with her family alone with him, the house took on a new life. It was bright and open and sometimes it even felt like it could be home. But maybe that was just Ginny.
It was Easter, and they were winded after some friendly Quidditch matches and a delicious meal from Mrs. Weasley, and Ginny was holding his thigh under the table, laughing at Ron and Hermione's mix of bickering and flirting, telling them to "get a room already," and Ron responded with, "fine, we will!" and grabbed Hermione's hand and dragged her from the table out the kitchen, and her cheeks blushed but she obliged. Ginny grinned victoriously, now with her brother out of sight she wouldn't get scolded for the same activities.
"Mum, we're going to Harry's," she declared as she stood up.
"That's fine, dear," Mrs. Weasley said non-chalantly. "Take some leftover tart."
Tart and Ginny in hand, they apparated to Grimmauld Place. And as soon as they closed the door behind them, Ginny's lips were on his, and one hand wrapped around her waist, and they moved toward the kitchen. "I missed you," she said against his mouth. Harry let the treacle tart slip from his hand onto the counter, before quickly using his now-free hand to run through her hair. They didn't quite make it to the bedroom for the first time round, but made it in time for the second.
As it often happened, he woke up in the middle of the night from a nightmare, sweating and breathing heavily. He sat up, trying to calm himself down, but he didn't have to for long, as a small hand touched his arm. "It's okay," Ginny said softly. "You're safe, Harry."
He swallowed, nodded, and followed the pull of her hand as she moved higher up on the bed and guided his head toward her chest. He laid it there, sighing as she ran her fingers through his scalp soothingly. He closed his eyes and breathed in her scent, it acting as a sleeping draught as he drifted back off.
When he woke again, he felt the rhythm of her breathing was a miracle. He gently kissed her neck, and she hummed, opening her eyes slowly and smiling. "Hey."
He responded by kissing her lips, then her forehead, and then he pulled her to his chest this time. She happily burrowed her face into his skin and sighed. "Did you sleep okay?"
"Always better with you," he told her truthfully. And before he could shove down his courage, "I wish you could always be here."
"Me too," she replied. "But I've still got a couple months left of school."
"Well, what about after?"
She lifted her head up and looked at him. "What about it?"
"Well," he said, feeling the blush spread over his cheeks. "What if you were always here after you graduate?"
"You mean like... living here? With you?"
"I know it's not the most charming place in the world," Harry said. "It wouldn't be forever. Maybe we'd even get our own place one day, but until then, I mean-"
Ginny cut him off with a fierce kiss, and when she finally pulled away she had that blazing look he loved so much. "Yes. I'd love that. I love you."
She returned her mouth to his, and he melted into her touch, and the sun shined through the blinds, and everything felt warm. This could be a home, he thought. And this morning, as Ginny pulled him closer to her, it was beginning to feel like one.
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Harry and Hedwig were the perfect match because no other owl could have handled Harry's dramatics other than the great passive-aggressive diva herself, Hedwig
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you ever see a ship you love so much and saying "i ship them" isn't enough. like no you don't understand they give me mental illness
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A little belated Harry bday ficlet:
“Got you a gift,” Ginny said as she sat beside him on the grass of the Burrow yard. She presented him with a glass of water and smiled. “Happy birthday. Sorry I kicked your arse.”
“You’re so not sorry,” Harry retorted, wiping the sweat off his forehead. “But I’ll accept your water.”
Harry took it from her and chugged it rather quickly. Ginny laughed as Harry sighed with contentment. “Best birthday gift ever.”
“Better than last year, even?” She asked, raising her eyebrows.
Harry smiled at the memory, putting the glass down. “I guess they’re comparable.”
“Git,” she said, nudging her shoulder against his. “You know the water’s not your real present, right? I was going to give it to you after dinner-“
“Ginny, don’t worry about it, really,” he insisted, grabbing her hand. “I have all I need.”
“But we want to celebrate you,” she said softly.
Harry shook his head. “I don’t really feel like celebrating so much this year.”
Ginny snorted. “If there was any year to celebrate, it’s this one.” She picked up their joint hands and kissed the back of his. “None of us knew if you’d make it to eighteen.”
“But-“
“And no one who’s…gone… would want you to abstain from celebrating that fact.”
Harry thought on it for a moment. Ginny used her free hand to trace the lines on his face, then his scar, then sift her fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation.
“And besides, my mum made like, three treacle tarts for you. But if you insist on not celebrating, I’ll tell her to throw them away-“
“No,” Harry interrupted, opening his eyes. He laughed at her winning expression. “I suppose you’re right,” he surrendered.
She smiled, leaning forward and planting a gentle kiss to his lips. “That I always am, love.”
He smiled against her, then kissed her again, this time more thoroughly, deeply, unapologetically.
They broke apart and Ginny stood up, offering him her hand. “Now, c’mon, let’s play another match. Getting your arse kicked will help work up your appetite so you can eat all the treacle tart the world has to offer.”
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Very fluffy moment: an AU where Jily lives- ofc-and Hinny tells them about the new baby (can be any of the pregnancies)
LOVE SOME GOOD JILY LIVES FLUFF
"Why are you so nervous?" Ginny asked him, squeezing his hand as they waited by the front door. "You know they'll be happy for us, right?"
Harry shook his head. "That's the problem. They'll be too happy. Remember when we told them we were engaged?"
"Well, at least we're prepared for the dramatics," she assured him.
Just then, the door swung open, James smiling brightly at his son and daughter-in-law. "There's the most beautiful couple in the world," he proclaimed, bringing them both into a hug.
"Never prepared enough," Harry whispered to Ginny out of the corner of his mouth. She giggled.
"What was that?" James asked as they broke apart.
"Nothing," Harry waved off. "Hi, Dad."
They stepped inside the Godric's Hollow cottage to see the table fully set, Lily taking out one last thing from the oven.
"Mum," Harry sighed, walking over to her. "I told you I'd help with dinner tonight."
"Don't worry about it, love," she said, reaching up and kissing his cheek. "I wanted to give you a break, I know you've been working hard."
"But I like cooking with you," he told her earnestly.
"That's sweet, Harry," Ginny interjected, patting his arm. "But let your mum mother you for the night, yeah?"
"Listen to your wife, kid," James said as he put on oven mitts and picked up a tray to bring to the table. "How are you doing, Gin?"
"Great," she said, smiling. Then, "Pregnant."
The tray slipped from James's hands and shattered to the floor. All three of them were staring at her, Harry somewhat exasperated. Being the only one not in shock, she took out her wand and cleared up the mess, the tray all put together back on the table.
Harry shook out of his stupor. "I thought we were going to tell them after dinner," he murmured.
"Sorry," she responded, though he wasn't sure she meant it. She continued to smile. "You know me. Impulsive. Felt like the right moment."
They looked back at James and Lily, both still looking stunned.
"Surprise?" Harry tried.
"I know you're both pretty young to be grandparents," Ginny said. "But if it's any consolation, you're going to be like, the coolest grandparents anybody has ever had."
The word "grandparents" seemed to do it. James started to laugh and Lily burst into tears.
"Bloody hell," James exclaimed, wrapping Ginny up in a bear hug. "You're having a baby!"
"Mum, it's okay," Harry tried, rushing over to Lily.
Lily grabbed his face and smiled brightly. "You're going to be the most amazing, loving, caring, magnificent, brilliant father-"
James broke away from Ginny and looked towards his wife. "Hey, hey, hey, what am I, then?"
"The most amazing, loving, caring, magnificent, brilliant grandfather?" Harry tried.
"Oh god, what do I go by? Grandpa? Grandad? Papa?"
"Absolutely not Papa," Lily intervened, wiping her tears.
"Sorry, right, that's reserved for-"
"Stop!" Harry warned, and all three of them laughed. "Why don't we sit down and eat, yeah?"
They all listened, but as soon as they started piling food on their plates, James started again. "Need name ideas? 'Cause I've got one-"
"Let me guess," said Lily. "Is it James?"
Ginny giggled.
"What?" James asked, feigning innocence. "It's a classic name!"
"We'll see," said Harry, smiling in spite of himself.
#jily lives#jily lives au#hp#fanfic#one shot#drabble#hp fanfic#hinny#james potter#lily evans#ginny weasley#harry potter
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Prompt: Ginny breaks up with Harry then notices a girl flirting with him at the bar. The Wesley boys make a bet how long it will take Ginny to put her ego aside and snog Harry’s brains out.
Genuinely couldn't imagine Ginny breaking up with Harry so I slightly altered the prompt to a break lol
"Ten bucks on five minutes til she goes and interrupts what's happening over there," said Fred.
"Psh, more like thirty minutes," countered George. "Ginny's ego has more willpower than that. But just by a bit."
"What about my ego?" Ginny asked as she came up behind them, beer in hand.
"Don't look now, Gin," warned Fred. "But some girl is flirting with Harry by the bar."
Ginny hesitated before briefly looking out of the corner of her eye, just seeing a girl with long black hair laughing at something, Harry awkwardly laughing back.
She involuntarily scowled, which caused her brothers to laugh.
"Well, what right do you have to be mad about it?" asked George. "You broke up with him, didn't you?"
"I didn't break up with him. I merely...suggested a break."
"Same difference," George responded.
"Why'd you go ahead and do that?" asked Fred.
"Because," Ginny started, trying to keep her composure as she heard the girl laugh again. "We've been together since we were kids, I thought maybe...he deserved to see what else is out there? I don't know..."
"Well, he's seeing it alright," said George, nudging his head in their direction.
Ginny reluctantly turned to look, seeing the girl put her hand on Harry's chest. She started seeing red, her fists curling up.
Ginny chugged her beer, then handed the empty bottle to Fred, and marched straight towards them.
"Wow, not even one minute," she heard George say as she left. "Who wins the bet, then?"
She approached Harry and this mystery girl. "Harry," she said with urgency.
Harry looked at her, at first uncomfortable, then concerned.
"What's the matter?" he asked, moving towards her. Mystery girl seemed affronted.
"So sorry to interrupt," Ginny said, with no note of apology in her voice. "But, I need to borrow him real quick- got a bit of a family emergency. Ron called me- something about the baby-"
Harry put his drink down. "Sorry, Romilda, but I've got to run. It was nice meeting you."
Ginny grabbed his arm and moved them swiftly away. "Don't you want my number?" they heard her call out. Ginny was relieved to see that Harry did not seem interested in that offer at all.
They exited the bar and Harry immediately asked, "What is it? Is Rose okay? I really thought Ron would be able to watch her on his own with Hermione gone for work-"
"Harry," she said, stopping them by an alleyway. "They're fine."
"They...they are?" At Ginny's nod, he looked at her curiously. "Then why did you say there was an emergency?"
Ginny looked guilty, but she was never afraid to tell the truth. "I just... I needed to get you away from that woman."
To her surprise, Harry smiled at that. "Well, thanks. I needed to get away from her as well."
"Did you?" she asked, a challenge.
"Gin," he started. "You're the one who suggested-"
"I know I did," she said. "I was stupid. So, so, very stupid. I don't want you to see what else is out there."
"I don't either," Harry replied. "I shouldn't have even agreed to it. I should have fought harder for us."
"You don't have to fight hard," she told him, putting both her hands on his chest. "But I will, if i have to. Take me back?"
Harry smiled, closing the distance between them as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her towards him. "In a heartbeat."
Ginny smiled in return, feeling relief washing over her as she reached up and kissed Harry rather thoroughly. He ushered her against the wall, kissing her in return with equal enthusiasm. It felt like coming home.
Suddenly, they heard two wolf whistles, but they both knew exactly who they were coming from. Neither of them bothered to break away. Not now, or ever.
#hp#fanfic#hp fanfic#drabble#one shot#hinny#harry potter#ginny weasley#fred weasley#george weasley#muggle au
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hi all! it’s been a while....been in a fanfic mood so would love to take some drabble prompts if you wanna throw any my way <3 jily or hinny whichever you’re feeling
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