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claypgeons · 23 days

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cat dad?

pairing: theodore nott x fem!hufflepuff!reader

warnings: fluff, cat shifter!reader, happy ending! reader gets high for a moment. tutor!theodore, super rushed ending.

summary: theodore nott adopts a stray hogwarts cat, unaware its actually the sweet hufflepuff he’s developed a small crush on. [2.8k]

notes: reblogs comments and likes are always greatly appreciated <33 pls pls pls send in requests… i’m desperate for something to write

Theodore Nott was at a crossroads. Tonight, his fellow Slytherins were throwing a huge party in honor of the quidditch team making it to the Hogwarts final. Tonight was also the night he was supposed to meet his new tutee.

So, he could either go to this huge party or spend his night tutoring some idiot who can't get their grade up on their own. Obviously, he wanted to pick the party.

The problem was, McGonagall had personally set up this tutoring session, so he couldn't just blow it off, that would make him seem unreliable. And unlike people assume, Theodore cares about his grades, a lot. And with caring about your grades, came building good relationships with your teachers, Theo would brag that he has built a steady relationship with every single one of his.

So, that only left him with one option. Miss the party and stay up all night tutoring.

“Is he still sulking about not going to the party?” he heard the bored voice of Pansy ring through his ear. Instantly he snapped his head to the side, where Pansy was sending him a judgemental look, which he instantly returned.

“Leave him alone.” Draco laughed, he felt for his friend. Theo’s grades were important to him, and although Draco did not understand it, he respected it. He had seen his friend go through the inner turmoil, trying to decide what to do. It was honestly very sad to look at.

“Who are you tutoring anyways?” Blaise chimed in, swallowing the last piece of food he had in his mouth, Theodore tried to recall the name McGonagall had given him, and it took him a second before it came to mind. “Y/N.”

It was like a light switch had flipped in Pansy’s mind. She turned to him wide-eyed, “Like Y/N, Y/N?”

“I don’t know what that means,” Theo answered blankly. He didn’t know this ‘Y/N’ How was he supposed to assume they were the one Pansy was referring to?

Pansy rolled her eyes, standing up and muttering a small ‘idiot’ before walking away. Theo watched her walk towards the Hufflepuff table before he turned to Draco, “Where is she going?”

Shrugging Draco muttered, “How am I supposed to know?”

All three boys who were currently occupying a side of the Slytherin table, watched curiously as Pansy sat down next to a girl with her head down. They saw as Pansy patted the girl on the shoulder, getting her attention.

You rubbed your eyes, trying to get adjusted to the bright white light, muttering a small ‘gosh’ you turned your head to where you felt the disturbing taps come from. It took you a moment, but after your eyes had focused, you broke out into a big smile, “Pansy!” you greeted happily.

The girl sat at your side, and smiled, “Hey, Y/N.” Pansy and you had been acquaintances since your third year. You two had been partnered for a small group project and had bonded quite well.

“Are you starting a new tutor tonight?” Pansy had gotten quite to the point. You nodded, ever since your second year, you had, had more than twelve tutors, you were now in your sixth year. You had great trouble learning; so you and McGonagall had set up a system where you were getting new tutors every couple of months. To simulate brain activity and whatnot.

“Is it him?” Pansy turned to the Slytherin table and pointed to someone. You turned slowly, making direct eye contact with a pale-faced dark-haired boy. You stared at him with wide-set eyes, trying to recall how McGonagall had described him. Not realizing that your stare was incredibly off-putting.

Theodore stared back with blank eyes, slowly looking side to side, only to give you a confused look when he realized you were indeed staring at him, piercing holes through his head. You continued to stare with wide eyes until it clicked. Happily, you turned back to Pansy. “I think it’s him!”

Pansy grinned, “Is it okay if he misses tutoring today? He wants to go to the party.”

‘This is great’ You thought. You had been wanting to go to the party, but you didn’t know how to excuse your way out of tutoring. You had even stayed up late trying to come up with something- hence you slept during breakfast.

“That’s perfectly fine!”

Later that night, Theodore Nott was happily watching his friends get drunk off their asses; Draco was loudly confessing his love for Pansy, while she recorded him laughing, while Blaise and Luna were shyly talking in a corner. Just as he was turning to sit on the green couch, he had caught sight of..you?

He thought for a second about how strange it was to never know a person existed, but the one time you notice them, you start to see them everywhere. And before he knew it, he was making his way over to you.

He walked just a couple of steps, and was able to hear the last couple of words in your sentence, “And I'm not saying I believe in the earth being flat you know? But she was making some great points.” you nodded to yourself, the boy next to you, who was very clearly only trying to get your number, looked at you as if you were crazy, before walking away with a defeated sigh.

You didn’t even seem to notice the boy walking away, instead, you turned to your right, muttering to yourself, “I’m hungry.” that was until you crashed into someone.

Looking up, you saw your new tutor, you greeted him with a smile, “Oh, hello!”

Theodore froze. He didn’t know why he had walked up to you. His palms felt sweaty, his heart was beating incredibly fast, and the music around him seemed to get louder and louder, what were you doing to him? He swallowed thickly, trying to force a greeting out of his mouth.

“Say, do you think the earth is flat?” you looked up at him with squinted-red eyes. “Because I don’t, but..”

You continued, but for some reason, the only thing Theodore could focus on was your red foggy eyes, with a quirk on his lips, he blurted out, “Are you high?” instantly you froze, until you burst out into incredibly fake laughter.

“What?” you ‘laughed’, Theo watched you with a tiny smile, watching you try to explain yourself, “I-“ you gasped “I would never.”

The truth was, you were high. You had been since you arrived at the party forty minutes prior. But you could admit that to your tutor. He would think you’re a drug addict. Suddenly, you got serious, staring up at him with wide eyes, “No, no. I would never.” you shook your head. “Never,” you added as a precaution.

Theodore nodded, humming slightly with his lips tightly together, and just like that you broke; “Okay maybe I am!” you leaned closer to whisper, “It’s only so I can sleep better you know?”

“Okay..” Theo laughed slightly, slowly nodding his head. Trying to keep the conversation going, he added “Are you hungry?”

Letting out a big exhale, you nodded “Oh, yes I am!” nodded, you quickly added, “I should go to the kitchens.” you stared at him with blank eyes, and he stared back, it was awkward for a good three minutes, before you shook your head, “Would you like to join me?“

“You’ve had twelve tutors?” Theodore gaped in shock, you nodded mournfully, slipping the ice cream spoon into your mouth. “I know, I know.” you sighed, used to getting this reaction.

Theo laughed, swallowing down his ice cream, “So you’re just going to replace me after some time.” you and Theo had been in the kitchen for who knows how long, you were on your third pint of ice cream, while he was on his second. Reaching over, you placed your hand on top of his incredibly cold one. “This isn’t how I wanted you to find out.” you have him a fake sympathy look.

Snatching his hand back, Theo shook his head, “I can’t believe this.” you both laughed, eating the last bite of your ice cream, before dumping the pint with success. Theo looked down at his watch, 3:21 a.m. it read; his eyes widened, he knew for a fact you guys had left the party at 1:13 am, you had been talking for more than two hours?

As if you read his mind, you yawned, the two hours of chatting finally catching up to you. “I think it’s time for me to fall into a coma.” you sighed. You know we’re feeling the after-effects of drugs, the headache, the wanting to hurl, and the sleepiness.

Theodore nodded. standing up and throwing away his empty pint. He was going to offer to take you to your dorm. But that felt like too much, too soon.

So he settled for walking you out of the kitchen. You two said goodbye and set a time for your first official tutoring before you walked away.

Theodore watched you go with a small smile on his lips and a giddy feeling in his heart, before looking around to make sure nobody saw him smiling at your disappearing figure.

The next morning, Theodore stood in front of his mirror, he had tried on three different ties, and still couldn’t find the perfect one. The boys behind him were all groaning from their hangover, but this was much more important. He needs to look his best when he tutors you.

With a shake of the head, he decided to go with the same one he had worn last night. After you two had gone your separate ways, Theo had spent twenty minutes researching the odd symptoms you caused. After coming to terms that he had a tiny ‘crush’ on you. He spent the next thirty minutes researching ‘how to get a pretty girl to like you.’

They all said the same thing; be kind, and respectful, and make her laugh. Theo had never tried those things before. Normally girls would just come up to him and ask him to have sex. That was enough for him. But he didn’t think it would be enough for you. So this was all new territory for him.

Walking out of the boy’s dormitories, Theodore wished them good luck on their headaches before making his way to the library. On Tuesdays and Fridays, Theodore sat in the great hall to eat breakfast for the others, while the rest of the days, he spent his morning in the library, studying. And since yesterday was Tuesday, today he was to spend his morning in the library.

He sat at his usual table and immediately got to work on his potions essay. He thought back to you and wondered if you had even started your essay, ‘Stop doing that’ he scolded himself mentally. Ever since meeting you last night, every little thing he does he traces back to you. If he was brushing his teeth ‘I wonder if Y/N is brushing her teeth right now.’ If he was waking up ‘I wonder if she’s still asleep.’ And now.

“Hello Theodore.” the librarian greeted as she walked by, she had her nose in a book and swiftly walked away before Theodore could manage out a greeting. Turning back to his books, Theodore was surprised to see a small brown cat trying to get its claws into his granola bar. “Hey, shoo!” he whispered shouted at the cat, looking around the library hoping to see the cat’s owner around. Only to see a disgusting couple snogging in the dark corner.

He turned back to the cat, who looked over to the snogging couple, then back to him with what Theodore could only describe as disgust. “Disgusting right?” he scoffed, watching in amazement as the cat drove straight to his lap with a purr. “Oh.” he whispered, trying to push down the ‘aw’ that was begging to escape.

“Where are your owners, hm?” he whispered, tickling under the cat’s chin, smiling when it reached up and pushed his hand towards its belly. All Hogwarts pets were required to wear a collar that specifies the owner’s name, age, and house. This cat had none of the above. So in Theoodres eyes, it was up for grabs. And although Theodore was never a pet guy, there was just something about this cat.

And so, Theodore quickly packed up all his items before quickly walking out of the library, with the tiny cat under his sweater. He didn't want to run into anyone who recognized the his cat.

“Do you want to start on the potions essay?” Theodore whispered over to you. It was now half an hour after classes ended, and you and Theodore were working one to one.

You had arrived at the library flustered and sweating. You were sure Theodore had noticed, but you were thankful he didn't pry. All morning and afternoon you were considering begging Mcgonagall for a new tutor, bearing in mind Theodore had adopted you as his cat.

Now, Theodore didn't know you were his now-adopted cat, but it still felt wrong acting like you weren’t the cat he’d become cuddled up with. But you couldn’t just tell him you were a cat-shifter. The only other people in Hogwarts that were aware of this fact, were McGonagall and Dumbledore. It was a secret nobody was supposed to know. You decided that it was fine to continue with your friendship, admittedly you also came to that conclusion because you didn’t want to stop talking to Theodore.

“I already finished it.” you coughed, handing it over to Theodore, “Could you go over it?” you asked.

Theodore smiled, “That’s what I’m here for.”

Twenty minutes later, you and Theodore were sitting in silence he was working on some of his work while you worked on yours. “I got a cat you know?” Theodore whispered to you, placing down his quill.

You choked on your spit, of course, you knew. You were the cat. “Oh.” you managed out, avoiding the most eye contact you could. If Theodore noticed your change in tone, he didn't comment, “Yeah.” he smiled, “I’m not really the biggest cat person, but she’s just so cute.” he gushed. You felt even dirtier, hearing him gush over a cat, not knowing it was actually you, made you feel sick.

“Oh.” you paused. Hoping the conversation would end there. Glancing to you out of the corner of his eye Theodore assumed you were too focused on your work, so he dropped it.

Three months later, Theodore sat at the corner of his bed, looking over at his cat, muffins. “Tomorrow the day,” he whispered. The curtains along his bed were shut, but he didn’t want anyone to hear him talk to his cat.

Muffins tended to disappear for days at a time. And the first time she did, he was scared shitless, but he’s learned to become accustomed to it.

Muffins tilted his head, confused. “I’m asking her on a date,” Theodore confessed. Muffin's eyes widened as if in horror, and a small whine came from her mouth. Theodore frowned, “I swear, you’ll like her muffins.” Theodore hasn’t had the chance to introduce you to muffins, because for some reason, whenever one of you is with him, the other is nowhere to be found.

The next day, you were nowhere to be found, Theodore had been expecting to see you during potions but it seems like you had skipped, not like you.

That was until, dinner.

You seemly eat your food faster than you ever have before. And quickly got up from your seat and walked out of the great hall doors. Then you ran into someone, and you knew by the smell who this someone was, Theodore.

“Shit,” you muttered looking up at a red-faced Theodore, he didn’t acknowledge your absents from his day, instead he got straight to what you were most terrified of “Do you want to go on a date with me?”

You stared up at him for what felt like an eternity, before you opened your mouth and spoke something Theodore could never imagine, “I’m your cat.”

Theodore took a step back, and you stared at him, “What.” he looked at you with a blank face.

Then came the rambling “I’m so sorry Theodore, but you had just gotten so attached to Muffins and I could just disappear, you wouldn’t have thought she died.” you took a deep breath. “And I couldn’t tell you I was her, you would hate me! And I didn’t want you to hate me, because you’re so nice, and cute, and-“

And, before you knew it, Theodore’s lips were on yours.

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love-quinn · 1 month

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RIGHT BACK ━━━ remus lupin x reader

━━━ 𖥻︰ 1899 words

summary: you and remus meet in a way that is predictable for you both; hiding from the rest of the school.

pairing: remus lupin x reader

tags: remus lupin x reader, no pronouns but reader wears a skirt and is referred to as a girl, reader is in the same year as the marauders but house is unspecified, slightly shy reader coming out of her shell, reader and remus are both bookworms, one single swearword

The wooden panelling of the window was sticking into your back but you weren’t planning on moving. The sun was hitting your back in a way that filled you up completely. You had your current read in your lap, curling your neck into a crevice. The East hallway on the fifth floor was pretty much deserted most afternoons, most of the classrooms up there were for classes that no longer ran anymore.

Summer was quickly approaching, and with summer came the end to your time at Hogwarts. You weren’t a hundred percent sure you knew what you were doing after you finished school, you knew the general field, but you didn’t have a dream job or anything.

The pages of your book were browned by the sunshine, and it was hot to the touch as you flipped the page.

There was the distant sound of footsteps, and you shrunk further into your alcove, a little sunset set right into a window that overlooked the Quidditch pitch. The Hufflepuffs were training down there, and you watched them zoom around between pages.

You had nowhere you were meant to be, it was hours until curfew and the wing wasn’t off limits. No danger of getting in trouble.

The footsteps slowed to a stop around the corner, you couldn’t see them with your back pressed into the panelling. Eventually, you heard a breath, and swivelled your neck to see who was there. You recognised him from a few of your classes, and just from around. He was tall, taller than the rest of his friends, with messy hair and a heaving chest.

You weren’t staring at him, but you were definitely looking. He locked eyes with you and gave a sheepish smile. “Ah, sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“You’re alright,” you said gently. “What were you running from?”

He looked embarrassed to have been caught. “Oh, just… you know.”

You didn’t, but you nodded anyway. “Right.”

He looked back in the direction he had come. “Don’t think anyone will come up here looking for me. I don’t suppose you mind sharing your hiding spot with me?” He asked softly.

You pulled your knees closer to your chest, giving him enough room on the seat to sit. There was already room, it was deep enough for you both to sit side by side, but you figured he’d want the space. “I’ve seen you around loads,” he said, tucking himself away. His eyes were the colour of honey in the sunlight. He sat cross-legged, sleeves of his jumper pulled over his slender fingers. “Are we in the same muggle studies class?”

You nodded, pleased with the recognition. “I don’t know why you take that class, you already know everything.”

“My mum’s a muggle born,” he laughed, ducking his head. “But she was never able to share that stuff with me as much as she wants to, not with… all this,” he gestured around and your eyes fell to the quidditch team on the ground. They were packing up, dusk was coming soon.

“That’s really sweet,” you said honestly, smiling behind where you held your book against your chin.

He gave you a mirrored grin, scratching the back of his neck. “I’m so sorry, but you’ll have to remind me of your name. I’m normally not this rude, I promise.”

You told him and he snapped his fingers like you’d just given him some sort of breakthrough. “Right, I am awfully sorry.”

You shook your head, leaning against the glass of the window. “There’s no need to be sorry.”

He studied your face for a second, a frown working its way into his eyebrows. “You already know my name,” he guessed.

You shrugged, somewhat embarrassed. “I get you guys confused,” you said airily. “You’re either Remus or Sirius.”

He groaned, forehead landing on your knee. “Don’t say that to me, I thought we were becoming friends.” He wiped his hand over his face. “Do I look like much of a Sirius?”

“About as much as you look like a Remus,” you reasoned. That wasn’t entirely true. Remus was soft, it was a cosy name that had some sort of academic background you couldn’t recall. Sirius was a star, you’d learned in mandatory first-year astronomy. You’d never spoken to any of Remus’s friends, but if you had to guess any of them to be named after a star, you’d pick Sirius, charming smiles and chipped nails.

“Godric, just say you hate me.” He said dramatically. “I can never tell him that, he’ll be over the moon.”

You smiled at that, and he brightened. He’d been trying to pull a real, proper, one out of you since he’d arrived. He gave them a lot more liberally than you did apparently. Remus couldn’t really imagine looking at your face and not smiling.

There were more footsteps and Remus sighed. “I’d better head off. You only need one idiot interrupting you.”

You didn’t correct him, though you wanted to. He walked off with the air of someone who wasn’t actively being chased. “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay,” you said agreeably, not really believing him. He’d been a lot nicer than you’d expected. All three of them, Remus, Sirius and their friend James, were fairly intimidating. Taller than most of the other seventh-years, James was the captain of the Quidditch team and Head Boy, and Sirius had his own reputation. It was easy to see them as scary. They’d never done anything to you to cement the idea, but they’d also never done anything to disprove it. Not until then, anyway.

Dinner arrived and you took your book back to the Great Hall to eat. You sat with your friends and had almost forgotten about your encounter with the boy until the next afternoon. There was a summer storm coming, heralding in the season, with thick grey clouds off in the distance. For the moment, though, it was as warm as ever, and you were looking forward to being stretched out on the seat and continuing your book. You had friends, roommates, classmates, plenty of people who would be more than happy to let you keep them company after classes ended. But you liked coming up here. Hogwarts was often busy, especially outside, especially in the warmer months. You got to people watch in the quiet, and you didn’t mind it. The large windows gave you a view of the changing weeks without needing to ever alter your routine to suit the weather.

When you reached the seat, though, it wasn’t empty. Remus Lupin was sitting there with his History of Magic textbook open on his lap. You stood there for a moment, right in the spot he had been when you had seen him the afternoon earlier.

“You can sit,” Remus teased, “I don’t mind sharing.”

You sat, flattening your skirt and mirroring his crossed legs. His were a lot longer than yours, but there was more than enough space for you to give him extra legroom. “Oh, how generous.”

“I brought a book as well,” he held it up. “Mine’s nonfiction, though. I get shy. Figured I didn’t want to put you out too much. Not that I have to stay, of course.”

You shook your head. “Like I said, you’re alright. I can’t really picture you being shy about anything.”

He beamed. “Oh, you should see some of my books.” He let out a puff of air like he hadn’t used enough of his breath by talking. “It’s appalling, honestly. You’d lose all respect for me.”

“I don’t care what you read,” you assured him.

He shook his head. “No, it’s the state of them. You seem like one of those people who think books are this sacred thing - which, don’t get me wrong, I agree. But the state of them, I think I’ve written more in margins than I ever have for school.”

You let out a laugh, not too loud for how close you two were sitting, but loud enough that he could make out each individual layer of your voice. You flipped over your book and showed him your annotations that you had made months ago. This was your favourite, and you’d reread it dozens of times. “Ah, one of us I see,” Remus said happily. His whole face lifted when he smiled, like a spring that had finally let go and been snapped back to its original position.

“This one’s blank, I donate my books back to the school at the end of the year,” he explained. You didn’t even realise the school did that, you’d always gotten your books from Diagon Alley at the beginning of each year. You did vaguely remember seeing old potions textbooks in the bottom of the ingredients cupboard.

“Of course you do,” you shook your head, looking down at your lap and stifling a giggle. “Pack of saints, you lot are.”

Remus looked offended. “I resent your insinuation, evil girl.”

You raised your eyebrows innocently. “I’m just saying, I’m pretty sure I saw one of you throw a dungbomb across the hall during breakfast yesterday morning. I find it rather difficult to connect that person to this one.”

“I am multifaceted,” Remus said matter-of-factly. “Besides, that was James. I had no part in it.”

You gave him an appraising look, but he didn’t waver. “Of course. Where do your friends think you are, anyway?”

That surprised him well and truly. You’d been a bit of a surprise as a whole, really. You usually kept to yourself as far as Remus had seen. Even when you were with your friends, Remus had never heard you talk as comfortably as you seemed to be doing with him. He didn’t understand why you’d ask him that. “Here,” he said like it was obvious. It should have been. “With you.”

“Oh,” your eyebrows furrowed and then your face cleared with much deliberation. “Of course, right.”

“Why would I lie about coming to see you?” He asked, looking right at your face. Your eyeline was still in your lap. “I think you’re great. I want to get to know you better.”

You finally looked up at him and he felt the sun hit his face again, despite the fact that it was now hidden behind the impending clouds. “I want to get to know you better, too, Remus.”

He flashed you a wide grin. “I’ll have to ask their permission, of course.” He was teasing you again. You rolled your eyes and uncrossed your legs, stretching them so you could kick him as gently as possible.

“I hope they’ll like me,” you didn’t realise you did until you said it out loud.

“James’ll love you,” Remus said casually, like you were actually planning on meeting him. Neither of you had any intentions on breaking from your new tradition, especially not so early on. “It’s Sirius you’ll have to win over.”

You bit your lip. “I have to like, prove my intentions with you, or something?”

Remus laughed, and the sound echoed around the corridor. “No, no, you could fuck me over royally and he wouldn’t care.” Your laugh joined his and Remus scooched as close as he could in such a confined space. You didn’t mind, your thigh pressed against his. He finally spoke up again after a minute, voice filled with honey. “No, you’re just much prettier than he is.”

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wolfofwritingstreet · 1 year

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Hello

If you’re into the marauders (i know you are), a cat animagus interacting with the marauders without them realising that she’s not a real cat please.

AN: Hello there... It is I... The man the myth the legend... I am two of those things ... my p is large ... enjoy

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KITTY

FEM!READER X PLATONIC!MARAUDERS

Currently, your butt was being scratched... Now, this would be weird if you weren't a cat. Well, you weren't like a cat-cat, but you were an animagus - curtesy of being a part of the infamous Marauders. Though, you were an illegitimate animagus, so only: Sirius, Remus, James and Peter knew that it was in fact you on Lily's lap rather than an actual stray.

"You are such a cute kitty." Lily cooed, scratching your ears with her nails whilst her other hand flipped through the charms homework you were yet to start reading. Oh well, hopefully Remus would do it for you if you promised him chocolate on the annual Hogsmead trip.

"I want to hold it-" You bristled at Alice's use of 'it', and Marlene lent forward to smack her leg.

"She is a she, A."

"Oooh, my bad kitty. You are a lady."

"What are you ladies fawning over." You flopped back onto Lily's legs in defeat, hearing the cocky voice of Sirius wash over you. That boy constantly claimed it was the 'household hierarchy' that dogs trumped cats. But you knew that was in terms of idiocy, as you had caught the grey-eyed boy chasing his tail when he thought none of you were watching.

"Kitty?" James stared at you, and you stared back with big yellow eyes.

"Yes, James. It's a cat." Lily rolled her eyes, and you hissed when Sirius flicked your ear. The problem with being a cat, is ear flicks hurt ten times more.

"Don't do that!" Dorcas cried, scooping you up into her arms and carrying you to safety as you smugly watched Sirius get verbally beaten down by the girls who's group cat you had become since the start of the year. You'd told them all you were practicing quidditch after hours, and nobody questioned it- well the boys didn't have to.

"Let it go now, Dorc. She needs to go now, we've had her long enough." Marlene didn't even crack her eyes open when she took a long drag from her cigarette, before pointing it at the common room door.

"Fine." Dorcas gently lifted your front paw and waved it, you would have flushed at the boys grins if you were human, but alas you could do nothing but wave a floppy paw. Dorcas eventually made it outside the common room and placed you down, giving you a toe curling scratch behind the ear. "See you later, Kitty."

Dorcas gave a little wave, before disappearing back into the common room. By the time someone came back out, you had changed back and were pulling a piece of cat hair from your mouth with a grimace.

"Evening, Kitty." A low voice drawled mockingly from the doorway.

"Don't say a word, Black."

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ellecdc · 2 months

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Mother..... im so sorry 😭😭 but i swear this ones fun!!

What about another part to poly!moonwater where theres a party but Reg and Rem are running late.

Reg: * anxious and fidgety*

Rem: you know we dont have to go

Reg: no no no we most definetly do, anyway its not that. You havent seen y/n in this environmemt before have you?? She thrives in this kind of environment.

Rem: cant be that bad.....

Reg: 😶 think of Potter, Barty amd my brother in one person.

Rem: 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🥲

So when they get there reader is dancing on tables with Barty and Siri. Just the kind of person who lets go in that kinda vibe, doesnt even have to drink, its just the atmosphere that causes her personality to do a whole 180°. The kinda person you habe to but an airtag on so you dont loose them

I love it I love it I love it I love it

poly!moonwater x fem!reader

CW: mention of drinking, drunkenness and alcohol. Friends looking after their drunk friends. Friends bullying their other drunk friends (lovingly)

Remus was thankful that tonight’s Hogwarts party wasn’t being hosted in Gryffindor tower. Not only did James and Sirius get far too invested before, during, and afterwards, but it was also just harder to enjoy on account of watching what was basically your living room be trashed by a bunch of drunks.

But tonight, he was going to be able to enjoy a nice time with his friends without any of the responsibility of having to clean up after said friends.

And better yet, he was going to enjoy a nice time with you and Regulus; the first party the three of you would attend together as partners.

You had been very excited for tonight and had volunteered to help set up, whilst Remus opted to wait for Regulus who had quidditch practice before hand.

And Remus was currently very happy with his choice as he got to watch Regulus change out of his quidditch gear and into his party attire.

“Would you quit ogling me, you fiend.” Regulus muttered as be buttoned the cufflinks into his dress shirt. Remus would have made fun of him for dressing so formally to a dorm party if he didn’t look so bloody good.

“Nope.” He said, popping the P.

Regulus rolled his eyes, but Remus could see a small smirk playing on his lips.

Regulus let out a steadying breath and turned to Remus. “Are you ready?”

Remus smiled before puckering his lips instead of answering. Regulus looked like he thought he should be annoyed, but ultimately gave in and pressed a kiss to the werewolf’s lips, hovering slightly above him as Remus sat reclined onto his elbows on Regulus’ bed.

Regulus pulled away all too quickly for Remus’ liking and began fussing in front of the mirror again, clearly anxious.

“Are you alright?” He asked gently, sitting up properly.

Regulus sighed but nodded in the affirmative.

“We don’t have to go, you know.” Remus tried, mistaking the boy’s nerves for being reclusive.

Regulus kind of snorted at that and looked at Remus with a raised eyebrow. “No, we should go. In fact, we ought to go...like, now.”

Remus felt his brows furrow as Regulus headed towards the door, getting up and following him out obediently.

“This isn’t one of those ‘if we go sooner, we can leave sooner’ tactics, is it? Because with James and Sirius, I promise you that won’t work.”

Regulus laughed. “No, though I’d like to point out I am not afraid of those sods.”

“Well, who are you afraid of that has you sprinting to Ravenclaw tower right now?” Remus asked, causing Regulus to grimace a little guiltily as he slowed his stride for the lycanthrope.

“Sorry... I guess you haven’t seen Y/N at one of these?” Regulus asked.

Remus realized then that your paths had never really crossed until this year, being a year below him and hanging out with a different crowd. “No, I guess not. Why?”

Regulus laughed. “Oh gods. You’ll see.”

“Come on, she can’t be that bad.” Remus said with a scoff.

Regulus rolled his eyes and smirked. “If I had one way to describe Y/N at a party, it would be a combination of Potter after a quidditch win, Sirius after four shots of firewhiskey and Barty.”

Remus’ steps faltered as he put the pieces together in his head. Regulus paused as well, making eye contact with him before understanding seemed to cross between them, and they both took off in a sprint towards the Ravenclaw tower.

As they rounded the last spiral of the staircase, they stepped past the silencing spell that had been placed around it and could feel the vibrations from the music booming in the room.

A third year Ravenclaw who had been paid for their service in Honeydukes chocolates answered the riddle to allow entrance to Regulus and Remus, and the sight took Remus’ breath away.

You can dance! You can ji-ive.

You were standing dancing on the mantle of a grand fireplace with Sirius on one side of you and one of the Prewett twins on the other.

Having the time of your lives. Oooooh.

James looked like he’d been trying all evening to get up on that mantle with you guys, but in his inebriated state, Lily was easily preventing him from doing so.

See that girl!

Both Sirius and... Fabian (if Remus guessed correctly) knelt to dramatically point at you who quickly struck a cheeky pose, earning the three of you cheers (but Remus was sure most of the applause was on your account).

Watch that scene!

Sirius pretended to play a riff on a guitar and Fabian did a scary looking spin from his place on the mantle whilst you opted to shimmy your shoulders in time with the music.

Digging the dancing queen!

And to Remus’ absolutely horror, Fabian launched himself off of the mantle, seemingly making his mark by landing on the couch but apparently, he hadn’t taken into account the springs in the sofa which promptly launched him back off of the couch and had him landing on the wooden coffee table, causing it to splinter and break underneath him.

Sirius looked like he was going to either fall off the mantle or piss his pants from laughing too hard, clutching your arm as you laughed along with him.

Over Remus’ dead body would Sirius fall off a fireplace mantle and take you down with him.

He bodily moved through the crowd and stepped over Fabian without a second thought to stand below you (and Sirius, technically). Remus’ heart rate skyrocketed even more standing here below you, seeing as he was about 192cm (~6’3) and the mantle stood basically at his eyebrows.

He wanted to chide you, but your face cleared beautifully once you recognized who was standing below you.

“Remmy!” You cried as Sirius cheered “Moony!”

“I know I call you ‘dove’ baby girl, but that doesn’t mean you can fly!” He called up to you, any reprimand likely belittled by the beaming smile he was shooting at you.

He held his hands up to you, and you quickly abandoned Sirius’ arms in exchange for his. With his hands under your armpits he gently lowered you back down to your proper height (which Remus much preferred).

“Hi Rem!” You cheered at him. “I missed you.”

Your words were clear and loud if a little slurred.

“I missed you!” Remus replied with a smile as Regulus quickly added “how many drinks have you had?” from his place behind him, apparently having made sure his ‘idiot brother didn’t break anything on his trip off the mantle’. Remus had sort of forgotten Sirius was there at all, to be honest.

You seemed a little worried at Regulus’ question before he quickly added “I need to know how many I need to catch up to you, mon chéri.”

“Nice save.” Remus muttered to him.

“Uhm, maybe four?” You offered.

“Got it, think you can handle a refill?” He asked, placing a kiss to your temple. Remus wanted to eat the two of you up, you were just so cute.

“I’m on water for a bit!” You cheered back at him.

“So smart, dovey. Nice call.” Remus praised you. You beamed back at him in response.

“S’not fair!” James shouting interrupted your chat.

“I’ll go get you a drink too, okay?” Regulus whispered into Remus’ ear before quickly taking off, clearly not interested in the whining of an inebriated James Potter.

“M’not ‘llowed to dance on th’mantle, m’not allowed to-to play with the play with the suit’s o’armours. Why’d I even come.” James cried miserably between hiccups.

“James, you cannot sword fight with the suits of armours, you will lose. When you lose a sword fight, you die.” Lily reprimanded, clearly at her wits end with her boyfriend.

“Awe, tough hand mate. Hey! Can I challenge you to a chugging contest?” Remus said, clapping James on the back.

James seemed to brighten up at that as Lily quickly scowled at him. Remus offered the redhead a wink as he plucked your cup of water out of your hands and handed it to James.

“’kay, but no cheating!” James called to Remus. Remus figured James was too drunk to realize one couldn’t really cheat at a chugging contest, but Remus didn’t plan on winning anyway.

Regulus had returned at the perfect time for Remus to take a drink and bring it to his lips. James, in his enthusiasm ended up wearing most of the water, but claimed he won after downing the rest of it.

“No way James, I want a rematch!” Remus called, grabbing the new cup of water Regulus had brought over for you - quickly promising to make it up to you - and handing it off to James.

The group ended up being able to keep James entertained by challenging him to ‘chugging contests’ whilst handing him cups of water until he had to pee.

Remus got to watch you flit around the party, dancing to your hearts content (though, he did make sure to discourage you from anymore high surface areas. When he couldn’t, he made sure to spot you from below), and even convincing Regulus to ball dance with you, even though it was to the likes of Jackson 5. Though you quickly abandoned him for Sirius when Play That Funky Music came on.

Remus was sat in a large cushioned chair with Regulus in his lap as they watched you, clearly in your element.

“Gods, she’s fun.” Remus whispered to his boyfriend. Regulus breathed out a chuckle and leaned further into Remus.

“She is. She can be trouble sometimes though. Probably good that Barty’s nowhere to be found.”

Regulus’ voice trailed off confusedly at the end.

“What is it?” Remus asked, but you came barrelling over to them, slightly sweaty and breathless from your dancing.

“Hi.” You breathed excitedly, falling to your knees in front of them.

“Hi dovey! Having fun?” Remus asked, bringing his hand not currently holding his drink and wrapped around Regulus’ waist to caress your face. His heart squeezed as your eyes closed and you leaned into the touch. “S’much fun.”

“Amour, where is Barty?” Regulus asked.

Your eyebrows furrowed momentarily before a cheeky smile crossed your face as you remembered.

“Oh, he’s...hanging around.” You offered vaguely.

“Should I be worried?” Regulus asked cautiously, earning him a snort from Lily as she hauled a nearly sleeping James over to the couch beside them.

“The sod was swinging from the chandelier and got stuck. None of us bothered trying to get him down – he’s fast asleep.” She explained, gesturing to the ceiling with a nod of her head.

Sure enough, nearly right above them, Barty was passed out cold as if he were simply swinging in a hammock.

“Hm...” Regulus deadpanned, narrowing his eyes at you. “Amour, did someone bet Barty that he couldn’t manage to get to the chandelier?”

“No.” You answered quickly, defiantly. Regulus continued staring impassively at you until you sighed. “I bet him he couldn’t get down from the chandelier.”

“And she was right.” Lily added, giving you a fist bump.

Regulus let out a long suffering sigh, causing Remus to chuckled and rub his side placatingly.

“Fair enough, sweets.” He conceded.

“Easy for you to say.” Regulus muttered. “You aren’t responsible for getting him down.”

“Just leave him up there.” Sirius commented; he wasn’t quite as drunk as Remus expected him to be, but his movements were still sloppy as he moved to sit on the floor beside you. “That’s apparently what friends do.” He said pointedly, glaring at Remus and sticking his tongue out at him.

“I had more important priorities.” He said, winking down at you.

“Are-are you s,saying that Y/N’s more impo- important than your mate, Rmussss?” James said – barely – through hiccups.

“Certainly prettier priorities.” Regulus commented.

“Oi!” Sirius shouted far louder than necessary. “You take that back!”

“I’ll do no such thing.” Regulus responded casually.

Sirius went to stand from his place, no doubt to try to roughhouse his brother.

“It’s okay Sirius. I think you’re very pretty. Next time, you can be the dancing queen.” You placated. Sirius turned to look at you like you hung the moon.

“Really?!” He cried. You nodded, causing the sod to launch himself, tackling you in a hug and causing the two of you to fall over.

“Oi! Don’t crush my darlin’ girl, Pads!” Remus called at the same time as Regulus spat “if she has so much as one fucking bruise Sirius, I swear to Salazar...”

“Do forgive him,” Lily commented, “he was just informed he could be the next dancing queen.”

“Why mess with perfection? I happen to think Y/N was a wonderful dancing queen!” Marlene called from somewhere behind Remus.

“I MISSED DANCING QUEEN!?” Barty screeched from his aerial prison above them.

Regulus let out another long-suffering sigh as he stood, lifted you up out of Sirius’ grasp and placed you in his vacated spot on Remus’ lap. “I’ll go get my broom to get him down...”

“How’d you manage to win that bet, dove?” Remus whispered as Regulus disappeared through the door, pressing his nose to the pulse point of your neck.

“Sticking charm.”

Remus chuckled and felt the breaths leaving his nose bounce off your skin and back into his face.

“My cheeky little minx.”

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berryzxx · 6 months

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Hiii could you please do a theo nott x reader where he's done something that has annoyed reader and all day he's trying to get her to forgive him. Ends in fluff please. Thank youu

Forgive me?

I did change it a little but hope you like it! x

Theodore Nott x reader

Summary: You and Theo are in an argument and he tries multiple times to apologise (it works eventually)

I looked at Theo from the corner of my eye, hoping he didn't notice that every time he looked away I'd look at him, making sure his injuries weren't too serious. Just because I was angry at him and just because the reason he was injured was his own fault didn't mean I had stopped caring. Matheo who was explaining the next game's quidditch tactics to Theo punched him on the arm, grinning at something he said.

"Don't punch him so hardly! He's just had his arm fixed" As soon as the words were out of my mouth I couldn't help but regret them. I was supposed to be ignoring Theo not fucking defending him for no reason.

His eyes flicked from Matheo to me in an instant. His blue eyes glinting with amusement. "Stopped ignoring me, sweetheart?"

I clenched my jaw annoyed at myself for my stupidity and idiotic way of ruining things.

"I was talking to Matheo, not you" I tried to save myself. Well it was true. I may be talking about him but it wasn't to him.

His smirk dropped, sadness overtaking his expression "I've apologised. So many times y/n. What else do you want?" I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted everything to finally be ok but it wasn't. Not until I thought through everything.

I shook my head "It's been one day. When we decided on a break it was indefinitely" I was going to add a sorry at the end but I didn't. Because he didn't deserve a sorry right now.

I stood up leaving him to eat his breakfast in peace, finding comfort in the library with Pansy cheering me up.

*The next day*

"And will he make it?! YES! OF COURSE HE DOES! THEODORE NOTT OF SLYTHERIN FINISHING THE GAME WITH AN ASTONISHING GOAL. There you have it! Slytherin has won by one hundred and fifty points! Of course Hufflepuff stood no chance of winning when we look at the logistics-" Laughter rung out across the stadium at Lee Jordan's commentary but before he could carry on Professor McGonagall took the microphone away.

I watched as Theo flew around the pitch congratulating his team and doing a few loops in the air. He liked to show off and I didn't blame him. It was mostly due to him that we had won so greatly and of course this would mean another party in which I would wake up the next morning regretting my actions. Oh well. Who didn't love a party? Both teams were slowly descending down to where Madam Hooch stood with her arms crossed ready to shout at Malfoy who seemed to have not understood what it meant by "playing fairly". He had hit and injured a good few players in the process, even Matheo who he currently was annoyed at. Great person to have on a team.

I shifted my gaze back to where Theo was before but he was no longer there. I looked around and saw him talking to Professor McGonagall still on his broom. What was he doing? He took the microphone from her hand and turned to face me, the love with which he looked at me obvious however far he was.

He brushed a piece of hair away and spoke into the microphone, his deep voice amplified "Congratulations to Slytherin. I just wanted to make a quick announcement that I wanted you all to know. I am currently dating y/n who as you all know is the prettiest girl I've ever laid eyes on. I haven't spoken to her in two fucking days and it's killing me so please, forgive me sweetheart." He gave the microphone back to McGonagall as she berated him for swearing. He shrugged innocently and flew toward me. My heartbeat increasing as the distance between us decreased. Half the crowd had already left, either to mope over their loss or to prepare for the party while the other half was whistling and cheering. Their voices were all a blur as I focused on one person only.

He finally reached me, hopping off his broom he stood in front of me, his eyes piercing me. "Forgive me?"

I smiled up at him. He was too perfect to deny. I nodded my head, he took this as a sign to lean down and place his perfect lips on mine, his hands coming to rest on my waist.

Stepping back, the crowds noise suddenly sounded ten times louder, everyone was cheering while Pansy and Astoria were grinning like crazy next to me.

"You better treat her right from now on" Pansy said, her smile dropping and her eyes suddenly turning icy.

"I will. I promise"

#theo #theodore nott x you #theodore nott x reader #theo nott x reader #slytherin #slytherin boys #theodore nott #hogwarts #ask reply #my fic #theo nott #fluff #cute #draco malfoy #matheo riddle #matheo

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georgie-weasley · 11 months

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Truth or Dare J.P. x Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of lame dares, mention of James getting a bloody nose, anxiety, Sirius Black

Word Count: 3.5k

Pairing: young!James Potter x Fem!Reader

Summary: You kept your secret crush on James, well, a secret. From everyone but Sirius that is. That was a big mistake as now he’s forcing everyone to play truth or dare. Not to mention everyone has taken some truth potion too

A/N: the song James sings is “I Will Survive” by Gloria Gaynor

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The smirk on Sirius’s face was the only evidence you needed to know this was a horrible idea. There was a certain way his mouth would move when he came up with an idea that would end in some sort of disaster. Despite learning what this smirk looked like, you were never able to predict it before it happened. Usually, you noticed it much too late. Currently Sirius was smirking at you and you could practically see the gears working in his brain.

The afterparty the Gryffindor team had thrown to celebrate winning the Quidditch cup was finally winding down and you were sprawled out on the couch; the sound of conversations and the rain hitting the windows could have lulled you to sleep if it wasn’t for James. Your feet were resting on Sirius’s lap while your head was in James’s. His thumb was absentmindedly stroking your cheek as he carried on a conversation with Remus; the action sent butterflies to wreak havoc on your insides.

Sirius, who had only been watching the scene play out for a while, pinched your leg to get your attention. It was that action that caused you to look at him and see the terrifying smirk on his face. Months ago you made the mistake of confessing to Sirius about your crush on James. You hadn’t really meant to tell him since you thought you were just confessing to Remus but Sirius was the one who came in the empty classroom. You started spewing your feelings without looking to see exactly who came in. At least it wasn’t James.

But ever since then, Sirius made it a point to try and find a way to get you to admit your feelings for James to the man himself. You had him swear not to tell anyone, especially James and so far he’s followed his promise. Of course, you can never expect Sirius to keep his mouth shut for long.

“Everyone!” Sirius yelled and stood, shoving your feet off of him. “It’s time to play a little game of truth or dare, with a twist. Remus, it’s time.”

Remus abruptly ended the conversation with James and sprinted up the stairs to his dorm. As he came back down, he had a small vial in his hands and smirk that could almost rival Sirius on his face. He knew. After telling Sirius about your crush on James, you didn’t dare tell anyone else. It was bad enough that the biggest gossip in Hogwarts knew, no one else could know either. Except of course, Sirius told Remus; you were sure he told him because how else would he have known?

You weren’t sure if Peter or Lily knew but they soon proved they did when they also smirked at you. Did everyone but James know? You turned your head to risk looking at the boy that captured your heart but luckily he looked confused. You were safe, for now.

“What do you have Moons?” James asked, patting your arm a little before he helped you sit up.

“Yeah Moony, what’s in the vial?” Peter asked, nudging Lily with his elbow.

Remus looked you in the eye with a shit-eating grin. “Just a little potion Lily and I whipped up today.” He paused, no doubt for dramatic affect. “Veritaserum, the most powerful truth serum in the magical world.”

Sirius wandered over to Remus and plucked the potion from his hand. “Now any of you babies who pick truth over dare, won’t get away with a lie.”

At this, you scrambled off the couch and moved over to Sirius. “What are you doing? Don’t do this to me. Don’t do this to Remus.” You hissed, grabbing his arm. “You can’t be serious.”

“Newsflash love, I am Sirius and I’ve given you plenty of chances to admit your feelings but you never did. Now, we’re forcing your hand. Get over it and play the game babes.” He patted your head much like you would do to a dog and gathered everyone to sit in a circle on the floor. You were sure that somewhere in his brain, Sirius was doing all of this to help. You never asked him to help but he wasn’t the type to just sit back and wait for things to happen. In some way, he thought this was the best way to help you, or you hoped that was the case.

You took a seat on the floor between Lily and Peter. Despite them also knowing about your feelings for James, you hoped they would be kinder. Remus moved around the circle and placed a single drop of the potion in everyone’s mouth. Once everyone, including himself had one, he sat down next to James who was across from you. “This is a safe group for Moony. Everyone here already knows about his hairy little problem.” Sirius smiled and turned to Peter. “Time to test the potion. Pete, what’s something you would never tell anyone?”

“I wet the bed until I was 10.” Peter answered quickly. Everyone was silent.

You patted his back and smiled. “Don’t worry Wormtail. It’s alright.”

Sirius nodded slowly before he cleared his throat. “Anyway, let’s start with James. Truth or dare?”

“Dare of course.” James rolled his eyes and leaned back on his elbows. He looked so cocky with the smirk on his face but he sure looked good.

“Lovely. I dare you to serenade Moony. Pick whatever song you’d like.”

James jumped to his feet immediately. “At first I was afraid, I was petrified. Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side.” He dropped to his knees and began crawling toward Remus who was looking anywhere but at James. “But then I spent so many nights thinking how you did me wrong and I grew strong. And I learned how to get along!” He crawled into his lap and grabbed his face in his hands, forcing his friend to watch him. He mumbled for a while, making up the words he didn’t know until he got to the chorus. “Did you think I’d crumble? Did you think I’d lay down and die? Oh, no not I! I will survive!”

“Alright, that’s enough.” Remus groaned and shoved James off his lap. He adjusted his glasses and crawled back to his seat.

“Personally,” he said as he sat down, “I think that was my best performance yet.” James sent you a wink and the butterflies were back with a vengeance. “And I think you should go next Moony.”

“No matter what I pick I’m sure I’ll be embarrassed so, truth I suppose.” Remus sighed and rubbed his face. He was certainly having regrets about playing this game.

“When was the most inappropriate time you farted?” James asked through the giggles that overtook him. The rest of the group laughed along with him but you were too busy smiling to laugh. James had the cutest and sweetest laugh you ever heard. It reminded you of pure joy and you were sure if you could find a way to bottle it up and sell it, you'd be a billionaire.

“In History of Magic two weeks ago. Binns gave us a test and it slipped out. I blamed it on James and everyone believed me.”

James pouted and stopped laughing while everyone else only laughed harder.

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The night continued with silly questions and dares and surprisingly, many of them were not directed at you. Either everyone had forgotten their plan to make you confess your feelings or it hadn’t happened yet. Just when you thought you were going to get out of this with your dignity still intact, Sirius turned to you. “Alright Y/N. I’m giving you the option here. Truth or dare?”

You didn’t know which one to pick. If you chose truth you were sure Sirius would force you to just admit your feelings. Dare had its own risks too. Sirius had made Lily and Peter switch tops (he actually looked quite cute in the crop top), Moony had to drop his pants and moon the group, and poor James had to try and do a backflip; his nose had just stopped bleeding. There was no winning. “Truth.” Sirius had that wild smirk back on his face. “No! I choose dare. I meant to say dare!”

“Too late. If you had to marry someone in the group, who would you pick and why?”

That actually wasn’t too bad. “James. He’s sweet and funny and he can always make me smile. He’s also pretty handsome too.” Perhaps you would have lied if you could have but with the way James was smiling at you, you were glad you had to tell the truth.

“James, since you won Y/N’s hand in marriage, she can do the honors of giving you your truth or dare.” Sirius patted James on the back and winked at him. That had to have been some sort of secret message between them.

“Well then, I choose truth as well.”

It would be easy to ask him if he liked you or if he liked anyone. He would have no choice but to tell the truth and then you would know. If he did like you, maybe things could change and you would tell him the truth too. Of course if he didn’t, your heart may never recover. You had been friends with Lily before you were friends with the marauders. Every time James would flirt with Lily or even talk to her, your heart would flutter. He eventually stopped bothering her and they became friends which meant you also became his friend. It had been a couple of years now and the friendship with James was easy. He was so caring and he always took the time to check on you and make you laugh. He was easy to fall in love with.

“What was the last lie that you told?”

James hummed as he tried to remember, a blush coating his cheeks. “I think it must have been when I told Sirius I didn’t have a crush on anyone.”

So he did like someone! That someone could even be you. You couldn’t help getting your hopes up as you watched him rub the back of his neck and look at the ground. Sirius looked at you and smiled, actually smiled; he must have been thinking the same thing as you. “Prongs, is your crush here?”

James nodded.

“Then I vote you have to kiss them!” Sirius proposed and everyone cheered.

James paled and shook his head. “I can’t do that. Everyone will know and if they don’t like me then everyone else will see it happen.” He looked as terrified as you felt.

“How about,” Remus said and quieted the group, “we all close our eyes so we don’t see who he kisses. Sound alright to you Jamie?”

He shrugged and everyone closed their eyes, including you. Once darkness fell, so did the silence. No one moved or made a sound until across the way you could hear James shuffling. The sound of his movements got louder and you assumed, and hoped, he was moving toward you. Then, all of a sudden, the shuffling stopped. Could he have stopped in front of Lily? Could he have stopped in front of Peter? Your heart was pounding in your chest and you were sure the rest of the group, possibly even all of Hogwarts, could hear it thumping. What if he didn’t kiss you? Would you be able to continue on with the friendship knowing there was no possible chance it could blossom into something more? You wanted to believe you could but it was hard enough to look at that messy hair and his sweet hazel eyes and his perfectly pink lips without knowing his feelings. How could you ever look at him again if you knew he felt nothing more for you than friendship?

What if he did kiss you? Would you kiss him back or would you be too shocked? What if he kissed you and you forgot how to kiss? What if you sucked at kissing and it made him change his mind? What if it was magical and everything you dreamed it would be and you started dating and then eventually you broke up? Would it ruin the friendship? Was it worth the risk of losing him to even try and get him in the first place? You were never going to confess to him.

Your heart was beating faster and faster and all the air in your lungs escaped you. Your head was spinning and your thoughts were racing. Was the room always this hot or was it just you? Why was it still so quiet? Did something happen and you missed it? Had James kissed someone else and told everyone to open their eyes and you were sitting there with your eyes closed like an idiot? It was too much.

Your eyes flew open and you jumped back; James was right in front of your face with worry written all over his. His eyebrows furrowed and he grabbed your hand, steadying it. You didn’t even know you were shaking. “Hey, are you alright?”

You stared at him with wide eyes and glanced around him. Everyone else had opened their eyes and they were now watching you both. The air shot back in your lungs and your chest heaved as you tried to get your breathing under control. James continued to watch you, waiting for some kind of answer. When you didn’t have one for him, he grabbed your hand and helped pull you to your feet. “Let’s go to my dorm and get some air.” He started to lead you to the stairs but turned to look at the group one last time. “We’ll be back down in a bit. Just, stay here and give us some time?”

He put a hand on the small of your back to help guide you up the stairs. Once you were in the dorm, he grabbed your hand and pulled you over to his bed, helping you sit. “Stay right there.” He whispered before rushing around the room and throwing open all of the windows. The fresh air coming in did help calm your breathing. Your mind was still racing but as James sat next to you and you listened to the sound of the rain outside, your thoughts began to slow.

James slowly wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to his side. “What happened?” He whispered. “I was crawling around and I could hear you breathing all heavy. Then you started shaking and I was going to check on you and then you kinda scared the shit out of me and opened your eyes.”

A small smile appeared on your face as you laid your head on his shoulder. James really could always make you smile. The smile didn’t stay long as you began speaking. “I was scared you were going to kiss someone else but I was scared you were going to kiss me. I started overthinking everything and I just got nervous.” The words flew out of your mouth before you could even think about what you were saying.

“Why were you scared?” James whispered and you could feel his body tense next to you.

“Because I’m in love with you.” Holy shit. Why did you say that? “I didn’t want you to kiss anyone else because I would never be able to look at you the same if I knew you thought of me as just a friend. But I was scared you were going to kiss me because then things would change and if something ever went wrong, I couldn’t live without you.” You just poured out your deepest secret about James to James. What were you doing? You decided to never tell James about your crush so why did you say it? You scanned the room, hoping that maybe there would be some answer and there was. Laid out on one of the beds was Remus’s favorite sweater. Remus.

The veritaserum! It was still working and it just made you spill your guts to James. You shoved yourself away from him and covered your mouth with your hands. James watched you with wide eyes but neither one of you moved.

Your chest was rising and falling rapidly as you watched him as well. What could you possibly say to make this better? “I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to tell you because I was so worried that it would ruin our friendship but that stupid potion really does work well and I couldn’t help myself. I want to say I’ll be fine if you don’t like me but I probably won’t be alright. I love you so much James but if you don’t love me in any sort of romantic way then I’ll have to live with it. Just please, don’t hate me; don’t leave me.”

James swallowed thickly and pushed his glasses further up his face. His cheeks were bright red and his bottom lip was pulled between his teeth. “Do you really love me?”

“Of course I do.” You dropped your hands from your mouth. You didn’t have to continue as you already answered his question truthfully but the damage was done. There wasn’t any more harm you could do if you told him why. “You’re the most amazing guy I know. You’re funny even when I lie and tell you I hate your jokes. You can make me smile no matter what kind of day I’m having. You make me feel special and loved and when I talk you give me your full attention. You remember my favorite book and my favorite food and you always remember my birthday. You’re perfect James. How could I not love you?”

His eyes traced over your body a few times before they stopped on your face. The way he was looking at you, the intensity of it all, made you want nothing more than to shy away. But you couldn’t. You had to see this through to whatever end. “Do you… do you love me too?” You whispered, unsure if he could even hear you.

“I do. I love you Y/N.” Time stopped as he spoke. You weren’t even sure if you were breathing anymore. Could this be a dream? It was only fitting that the man of your dreams confessing his love for you would happen in a dream. Gingerly, James reached out and took your hand. He was warm and a little sweaty; James always got sweaty hands when he was nervous. His palm was heavy on top of yours and as he scooted closer to you, you decided that if this was a dream, you didn’t want to wake up anytime soon.

He stopped moving when his face was just centimeters away from yours. “Can I kiss you?” This close you could see the deep browns and brilliant greens in his eyes. You could smell the cologne he put on after each quidditch match.

“Please.” That was all it took. He leaned forward and planted his lips on yours, softly at first but soon he leaned in further. His arms wrapped around your torso as your hands threaded through his hair. Your lips moved together in perfect harmony and you could no longer tell where you began and he ended. Desperate for more, you climbed onto his lap and your noses bumped.

“Ow shit.” James quickly pulled back and covered his nose with his hand. In the moment you had forgotten all about his poor nose.

“I’m so sorry James.” You whispered but soon started to laugh. Nothing was exactly funny but something about the whole situation was hilarious. James joined in your laughter and shook his head. As the giggles died down, he rested his forehead on yours.

“I should probably see Madam Pomfrey about my nose in the morning. I did hit the ground pretty hard.” James smiled and pecked your lips.

“What happens now?” You whispered, tucking some hair behind his ear.

“Besides finding some ice for my nose?”

“Yes,” you laughed. “Besides that.”

James hummed and rested his hands on your hips. “How about after my nose gets fixed I’ll take you on a date? We can go to the Three Broomsticks and take a walk. Maybe get some candy?”

“I’d like that a lot.”

“Splendid.” He mumbled and leaned in again, attaching his lips to yours. The dormitory door swung open and you quickly pulled away from him. Sirius stood in the doorway and as he took in the sight of you on his best friend’s lap and James still leaned in for a kiss, he smirked that same wicked smirk.

“Well, pardon me.” He winked at James and turned around, shutting the door behind him. You could still hear him yell, “Moony! Wormtail! We’re sleeping on the couch tonight boys! Prongs finally got the girl!”

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it's lily who finds him. he's lying on the topmost bench on the quidditch stands, drenched and on his back, eyes open and narrowed against the rain. he's crumpled that leather jacket he loves so much into a lamentable pillow.

"i don't need your pity party," he says when she reaches him. she almost doesn't hear over the downpour. she wouldn't have if she hadn't seen his lips move, if she didn't know his voice so much that she can pick it up from anywhere.

she rolls her eyes. "you need a fucking umbrella," she points out, casting a drying spell and then sitting on the space beside his head.

sirius glares at the overly bright yellow umbrella now blocking his current best friend: his stupid, unforgiving ocean of nimbus clouds. lily waits for the cutting remark, the blunt admonishment. it doesn't come. he just huffs, and then closes his eyes.

eventually, he says, "my god, i am a drama queen," the ice not quite melting, but noticeably chipping at the edges.

"yes, you are."

"my brother's a fucking death eater though. that's got to be worse, isn't it?"

"regulus is not a death eater."

he flinches at the name. "not yet. but like we all just fucking heard, he's clearly — "

"that's not your fault."

he clenches his jaw. "feels like it is."

"it's not."

"how do you deal with all that shit with your sister?"

lily keeps her eyes on the pitch, but the umbrella sags an inch. this. this is why she sought him after that whole regulus fiasco. because he gets it. maybe she needed the pity party. she says, "well, not by storming off to brood in the rain alone, for sure."

he opens his eyes to raise an eyebrow up at her. when she perfectly mirrors his expression as an answer, he breaks and laughs. "why're you even here," he asks irritably, but he's sitting up now, and he's slackened, and lily doesn't need to answer his question because they both know that he knows why she's here.

he pries the umbrella from her hand and holds it up for them because he's taller. more on her side than his, she notices, but that's because he's already mostly rained down on. when she puts her head on his shoulder, he says, "stupid. i'm wasting effort here holding this up for you and you get yourself soaked anyway."

"shut up."

"if you get sick, james will kill me."

"if i get sick, i'll kill you myself."

that makes him chuckle, at least.

they stay like that until the rain softens to a drizzle, neither of them saying anything. when the mist has thinned and all the greens start coming back through, lily straightens up. "sirius."

"what," he says, in that eternally irate, snobbish tone of his.

"you have more than one brother, you know that?"

—

sirius thinks, i've got three more, yeah. i do know that.

he also thinks, and an annoying sister, seems like. do you know that?

and: thanks for being here. i feel like i'm losing my head.

and: it's not my fault it's not my fault reg's an idiot and that's not my fucking fault.

he says, "your hair makes my neck itch."

lily laughs.

—

james, remus, and peter see that laugh. they don't hear it, being too far down, but james knows exactly what lily's laugh sounds like, that one and all the rest, so he, at least, might as well have heard it. he pockets the map and starts walking back inside to the changing rooms. remus and peter exchange a glance before following suit.

"we're leaving?" asks peter, craning his neck while he talks, reluctant to wrench his eyes off sirius and lily.

"yep," says james brightly. "kitchens. let's go."

"but there'll be dinner in the great hall now," says remus, checking his watch.

"those two won't be feeling like dinner in the great hall tonight," says james. "we have to get them the good stuff before they run out."

"but i'm hungry," says peter.

"we can eat there, we don't have to wait for them," says james. "come on."

he slings an arm each around them, and off they go to the kitchens, james smiling to himself all the way.

#jily #jily*#blackevans #marauders #jily fic #jily fanfic #jily fanfiction #jple #sirius black #lily evans #this is for everyone who liked/responded to that blackevans thing i posted last night and were like #THATS NOT A PROBLEM #here's a rewrite of an old fic #also im posting this out of spite because im annoyed this morning and work is kicking my ass lol #apalapucian*

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girl-next-door-writes · 1 year

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There You Are: Bruises

Characters: George Weasley x reader

Summary: A quidditch game brings surprising revelations, but what will you do with that information now you have it?

Word Count: 1241 words

Your soulmate had not injured themselves for a whole week, and now the rash had disappeared all that was left was a faded crescent scar from the burn. Your finger traced over the small scar absentmindedly, certainly not wondering whose arm the matching injury adorned. The crowd around you erupted into a deafening cheer, and you looked up to see that Gryffindor had once again scored, bringing them level with Slytherin.

You held very little interest in quidditch, but it was an activity pretty much everyone in the school turned out for. It did always give you a chance to watch Oliver Wood, so there were definitely plus points for sitting in the freezing cold, watching a game you could care less about. Now focusing on the action, your eyes fell on a red-haired beater. There was nothing in particular that drew your eye, but something about the way he looked so focused as the sun created a halo effect around his head had you reassessing your previous judgement of George Weasley. Perhaps he was a little bit fit, didn’t mean he wasn’t also a total prat.

Your gaze stayed on him until he suddenly dipped and easily missed the path of an oncoming bludger. Rolling your eyes at his cocky little celebration, you turned your attention back to the book in your hands and missed the bludger arcing back and slamming into the overly confident Weasley’s right shoulder.

The sudden pain had you wincing and looking around, first to check if anyone had noticed your reaction, and then to see George reluctantly heading down to the pitch below, rubbing his shoulder as he approached the hoops so he could re-enter the game.

Your eyes widened as the world around you seemed to slow. There was no way, right? Just a coincidence, surely? It was entirely possible that someone, somewhere on the castle grounds had hurt their shoulder at the exact same time as George. You tried to reason with yourself, but the drip of reality was persistent. George Weasley was your soulmate!

George sighed as he mounted his broom once more. He’d let himself get distracted, and Snape’s words came back to him. His carelessness had managed to get his soulmate hurt, yet again. It wasn’t even like he could apologise because, despite his and Fred’s best efforts, Snape was resolute in his silence on the identity of his soulmate.

Maybe you were there, somewhere in the crowd. His eyes scanned the stands, almost hoping to see someone rubbing their shoulder, maybe realising who he was to them. Perhaps it would be best if you weren’t there, hadn’t witnessed him making a tit of himself and getting hit like that. How mortifying to make a fool of yourself in front of your soulmate before you even knew who they were.

Throughout the match, each bump George received made him feel increasingly guilty. The bruises he knew littered his skin would now appear on you, that hardly seemed fair. He tried to keep his head in the game, but with each potential injury his eyes scanned the crowd, hoping for some clue as to your identity.

“George, stop being such a prat and focus.” Fred frowned, trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with his twin. They were now getting their arses handed to them by the Slytherin team and pretty soon their only hope of a win would be for them to catch the snitch.

“I am focused.” George grumbled, sweeping away towards the goals, eager to show his soulmate that he was actually a much better athlete than his current performance would attest.

“Focused on what though?” Fred narrowed his eyes as he watched his brother closely and soon enough he was also scanning the crowd, searching for anyone reacting to any new injuries. There was one person who kept catching his eye, but he couldn’t be certain. Whenever his brother got hurt, his first instinct was to check he was okay, which meant he was not looking at you for that fraction of a second you initially reacted. He could not test his theory though, because, luckily for Gryffindor, the golden snitch was caught and the game ended.

You really were not sure how to feel about knowing for certain that George Weasley was your soulmate. On one hand, you felt this pull to him, a warmth that seemed to emanate from him that made you want to curl up in his lap and bask in the glow. On the other hand, he was George freaking Weasley! You were very aware of the twins reputation, the many girls who would climb over each other just for a moment of attention from them. Would he even be interested in a soulmate? You suspected he wouldn’t want to give up ‘playing the field’, although, if you really thought about it, George was rarely involved with anyone romantically. At least it wasn’t Fred, though that was only a small consolation. There was no way that one of the Weasley twins would ever be interested in you, soulmate or not.

There was a celebratory party in the Gryffindor common room, and the firewhiskey was flowing. The positivity and sheer exuberance of the crowd was infectious, and as the night ran on, you found yourself wondering if maybe you should introduce yourself to your soulmate. Maybe, if he knew, then some sort of soulmate magic might happen and he could feel these warm fuzzy feelings that you were at least 60% sure wasn’t just the alcohol in your system.

The party may have been a celebration, but George was drinking away his disappointment. He felt like he was further away from discovering his soulmate than ever. Rubbing his shoulder absentmindedly, he downed his drink and then placed the glass on the table beside him. Movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention and he turned slightly to see Sienna rubbing her shoulder. His eyes widened slightly, and in his drunken haze he didn’t register that it was her left shoulder she was rubbing, not her right one. Hope and confidence flooded through him, and he strode over to her, cupped her face and kissed her passionately. There were general cheers and calls of ‘get in there Weasley!’ and as he pulled back a little, he gave Sienna a shy smile.

“Sorry. Been wanting to do that for ages.” He looked down, and her arm caught his attention and what he saw there sobered him up fairly quickly. There was no crescent shaped scar, but there was a rather large scratch which he knew for certain was not on his own arm.

The cheering had caught your attention and as you turned, you witnessed your soulmate snogging Sienna Tompkins in front of everyone. Any courage or hope you might have had about your situation dissipated in that instant and you turned and fled from the common room, nearly bumping into Fred on the way out.

“Oi, watch it!” He called after you with a frown. You always seemed to be upset or angry about something and he wondered what the hell was going on in your life that you had to have such a stick up your arse. He spotted his brother and grinned, it seemed he’d finally found who he was looking for, but as George’s expression turned from shy to confused to shock, Fred knew something was wrong.

#George Weasley #George Weasley x reader #gndw mini series

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yrluvjane · 1 year

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hii, can you do something like Sirius is in love with James’ sister but is afraid that James doesn't approve they together? <3

It's short I'm afraid.

- - -

Someone pulls your hair back causing you to jump a little before tilting your head back and facing them upside-down with an amused smile, "Hello." You say as Sirius leans down with a smirk and kisses you sweetly before taking a seat next to you.

"So what are you doing?" He asks as he tries to peek at your notes. "Homework." You reply blankly as he narrows his eyes at the pile of books infornt of you.

He reaches out for a roll of parchment and quill ready to doodle all over your research only for you to swat his hand and pile your work next to you, further away from him.

"You're no fun." He says as he sighs, resting his cheek on his palm and dragging over one of your finished homeworks.

You're about to protest when your brother's voice startles you. "Why are you so loud?" You complain as you watch Sirius sit up straight.

"Hey Pads, Y/n." He says happily giving Sirius a smile and you a scowl. "I am not loud."

You feel Sirius bouncing his knee and nudge him, he only stares at you with wide eyes. You move a hand off the table and place it over his anxious knee, hoping to calm him down.

"Don't you have Quidditch or a red-head to annoy?" You question James as he scowls at you again. "I'm postponing Quidditch to tomorrow, I came to tell Sirius." He said as he stared at the long-haired boy.

"Are you feeling alright Pads?" Questioned James as he leaned over causing Sirius to push your hand away. "You're looking really pale....like more than usaual."

"Right?" You said in a I-told-you-so manner and packed all her stuff with a swish of her wand. "I told him he should've stayed in bed, but he kept going on and on about Minne's homework so we came here." You easily lied and stood up.

"Oh. You should see Madam Pomfrey, if you're sick, Padfoot." James said, concerned making Sirius feel guilty for lying and secretly dating his sister.

"I-No, it's fine, I just need to sleep it off." Sirius said, swallowing as James winced, "If you're going to sleep it off with company, do add some silencing charms."

"Prongs!" Sirius exclaimed as you groaned. "C'mon, I'll walk you back 'Padfoot '." You replied grabbing his arm, making him stand up.

"I'll come with you." James said standing up too as You sighed, "James?"

"Yeah, sis?"

"Pandora told me Lily is looking for someone to go with her to a Ravenclaw party on Saturday."

James looked at her with wide eyes, "Seriously?!" You nodded, "Lily is currently hanging out with some Hufflepuff near the North Tower."

"I Love You!" James shouted as he pulled your head towards him and gave you a long, wet smooch.

"Save it, I want the cloak for a week." You bargained as James agreed and ran out the door gaining another hissed warning from Madam Pince.

"He'll kill me if he knew." Sirius stated worried as he stared at the door James left from. "Oh hush, James can't kill an ant." She said as she pecked Sirius'.

"I think you should go to the party without me, prongs. M'not feeling to good." Sirius dramatically coughed next to you on the couch.

James frowned. "That's weird, Y/n too is feeli-" he looked between the pair, his eyebrows narrowing. "Is there something going on between you two?"

"NO!" You and Sirius chorused together, unable to meet each other's eyes.

"Good." James leaned forward, fixing Sirius with a glare. "Because if there was I would-" his lips twisted into a smug smirk. "totally approve! Good luck Pads!" He ruffled Sirius's hair before rushing out the portrait hole.

You watched him go, eyes wide with surprise. "That was totally not what I was expecting."

"I thought he was going to kill me," Sirius let out a sigh of relief, attempting to fix his hair. "I didn't know how to explain I fancied his sister." He stood up and dropped next to you.

"Fancy, huh?" You asked the boy with a teasing smile, resting your head on shoulder and looking up at him as his arm wrapped around your waist. "Sounds pretty serious."

"Only when it comes to my girl." He quipped, a smirk growing on his face.

#sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x fem!reader #james potter #sirius orion black #sirius black x potter!reader #sirius x you #sirius x reader #marauders era #sirius black thoughts #harry potter #harry potter x reader

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rockingrobin69 · 6 months

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competitive arse

They’re not supposed to participate, only to observe, and perhaps step in to referee if there’s trouble: and yet, again and again Potter makes his way down to the pitch, to give ‘helpful’ tips or just ruffle everyone’s hair a little and say what a good job they’re all doing.

And grin, and nod, and yell ‘go team red’ when blue and yellow are playing, and flaunt his huge arms and thick thighs and that absolutely ridiculous arse Draco doesn’t see in his dreams. Often. And stretch, with the old Gryffindor Seeker top that leaves a fair bit of his belly on display, dark and hairy and driving Draco out of his mind. What? nothing. He’s fine, absolutely fine. He’s agreed to do this.

Under wand-point, yes, but—Merlin’s balls, what is Potter doing now? On all fours on the grass and letting one of the kids ride him like a pony. One of the—it’s Scorpius. It’s Scorpius. Holding on to Potter’s hair like reins and laughing. Draco… hmm? No, he can’t, ah. Think. Anymore.

He’s going to kill Ginny. He’s going to kill her, and Astoria, and then Potter for good measure, and then he’s going to lick that glisten of sweat all the way down his neck and—argh! Not good not good not good. They’re in public and Draco’s bloody son is playing pre-broom Quidditch. Meant to be playing, too busy making heart-eyes at Draco’s forever-crush. Forever-nemesis, he means. Oh, fuck, Potter took his shirt off? When. No, why. No, when, and also, what, and also, oh, no, oh, fuck, he’s coming closer.

What to do? What to do. How to, ah, survive this now, and also what to fucking—

“Malfoy,” two steps down and a thick grin like he’s so pleased about something. He didn’t shave this morning, face full of stubble, and Draco dreams of rash and tickles.

Says: “Potter.” And then, once he’d cleared his throat of this awful, er, thing, “You make the rest of us look bad.”

“Hmm?” Potter is distracted with something on Draco’s lips. What on earth has he got? Jam from breakfast (and Ginny and Astoria holding him at wand-point), mud from the tackle-hug Scorpius gave him, grass in his hair, what, what?

“What,” Draco says without fully intending to. Shaking his head, “I mean. You’re so—all the other parents are just sitting there watching.”

He laughs. The sound is so distracting, Draco almost manages a smile. “Yeah, ‘Mione’s already told me I’m showing off. Can’t help it, though. They didn’t tell me you’re coming today.”

“Yes,” Draco agrees, because Potter is flexing his arms and Draco would quite like to choke in between them, and then, “What? What is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” Potter says. Is that winking? Is he winking or having a fit. Draco’s face feels awfully warm and he’s pretty sure he’s losing whatever competition they’re currently on.

Breathes in, out, looks to the sky (blue-blue and unhelpful. Where is lightning when you need to be struck). “Well,” he says when nothing more catastrophic happens, “I suppose I could come every week-end, if, ah. If this is the kind of show I can expect to get.”

When Potter’s grin turns luminescent: “I meant the kids! The way they played was so, ah, they’re so enthusiastic and it’s great to see, ah, stop it, stop, you absolute goon.”

“Yes, you’re only here for the kids,” with a hand in his disastrous hair, disastrously handsome, coming—ah—coming closer, for some incomprehensible reason.

“Stop it,” Draco says, when he truly means—something? Potter’s so close. His chest is bare. It's, ah, stunning. “What, what do you want.”

“Usually we go to the café across the road, after,” Potter smiles from under his thick lashes. Draco, who's milked every last detail regarding the Quidditch Junior League from Astoria for the past three months, knows this to be a definite lie. “Just some of the parents and the kids. You’ll have to come too. Scorp and Albus are just starting to get along, it's be such a shame, to tear them apart.”

It’s a weak excuse and Draco’s weaker. “Of course,” he coughs. “If that’s something you usually do. Who am I to break such a sacred, ah, tradition.”

They both know they’re full of it. On the ground, the actual coach has grown a peculiar set of tentacles, and is carried away by one of the parents who happens to work at St. Mungo’s. The kids are all cheering, and Scorp looks up to the stands and smiles. It’s… a bright sunny day, and Draco was threatened with a bad haircut if he backs out, and besides, he wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else.

(For flufftober day 27. Find the soft AO3 collection here).

#drarry fic #789 words #dads drarry #harry in a skimpy little shirt and thick arms #chest fully on display #and draco rightfully losing his mind #scorp is there and he approves #flufftobrt2023 #prompt: outdoor event #rockingrobin69

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Recs H/D Career Fair

After an annoying fandom slump I am finally reading again 🎉 I thought this deserved to be celebrated somehow so here are my favorites from Career Fair so far. I’ll be adding fics to this list as I read more, so join me to spread the love for these while they fest is still running! :)

Fic:

🗺️ Connecting Lines, Connecting Crimes (M, 15k) - excellent geographer POC!Harry and a creative mystery full of politics and food porn

Magic is going haywire after ley lines all over the world are mysteriously failing. A cross-border Task Force is set up by the League of Wixen Nations with Expert Cartologist Draco Malfoy and Ley Line Specialist Pansy Parkinson being called in from Britain to work with Magi-Geographers Harry Potter and Parvati Patil in India. But can they get to the root of the issue before it's too late?

👻 if the bees know (T, 19k) - single dad!Draco and ghostbuster!Harry falling in love with Scorp and each other

Scorpius' playground is haunted, Harry specializes in helping ghosts pass on, and Draco just wants his son to be safe.

✍️ A Year In The Life (M, 19k) - 365 fifty-word microfics telling a love story in journal format, impressive and brilliant!

Draco Malfoy's life mightn't be the one he imagined growing up, but that doesn't matter, because Draco enjoys it nevertheless. He works at Flourish and Blotts, enjoys playing for the Islington Imps, his part-time Quidditch team, and spends his Sundays at St Neots, the home of his Mum, 'Dromeda, and Teddy. Best of all is Harry Potter, his beloved boyfriend, with whom Draco enjoys dancing, shagging, and watching Eastenders on Harry's big Muggle television. Life couldn't get any better. Life, however, has a tendency to change whenever you least expect it to.

Art:

👅 Holes (E) - tongues and piercings and hot tattoos coming together mmm

Harry gets up the nerve to get a piercing. And something else, too.

🎨 "H. J. Potter", (2019) oil on canvas, Draco Malfoy (G) - gorgeous intimate romance with artist!Draco

After building quite an illustrious career as a magical portrait artist, Draco Malfoy is commissioned to paint the official portrait for retired Head Auror and current pastry shop owner, Harry Potter, who must come to Draco's studio to sit for his portrait.

💌 Harry Potter Gets a Job (M) - hilarious and sweet with pining!Harry in denial and the Draco & Weasleys love we deserve

Harry returns home from Romania to find Arthur Weasley has a new apprentice, and there's an extra place set for dinner.

#Sitp recs #hd career fair

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Ok ok ok I don’t know if you’re much into Harry Potter but hear me out - I saw someone categorize the ateez boys into Hogwarts houses and they mentioned how Yunho would be in Hufflepuff and be quidditch captain. My lil brain is obsessed with this idea because I’m a hufflepuff too SO I had a vision haha

Like just imagine being a shy lil hufflepuff and having a slight (massive) crush on him and baking the quidditch team treats because he helped you find your cat or something idk but then he notices you in his classes and slowly gets to know you. He then invites you personally to the games and helps you study while also trying to learn how to bake and knowing all the secrets of the kitchen or something.

But just like I then saw this picture and it just made me think of him just staring at his girl from across the room as she’s all blushy and just aaaaaaaa I need fluffy hufflepuff captain in my life that’s all haha

pls me i am such a potterhead you have no idea 😭 yunho as hufflepuff makes sense but can i just say no matter what house he is in, he has to be the quidditch captain. there's no other position more perfect for him! and you're a hufflepuff too omg let me slyther in your heart ;) (yes that's me)

okay but that headcanon?? i hear you. there's no way you won't be shy around quidditch captain yunho who's always occupied with stuff, but still manages to make time for you if you ever stop him in the hallways or ask him to meet you somewhere so you can hand him the treats you baked for the whole team bc you're shy to give them to everyone (really, you baked only for him but you don't want to make that obvious). you may have first baked only for him bc he helped your pet but when you saw him sharing those treats with his team and when he caught you in the hallways one day and complimented your baking skills, you started making them weekly. somewhere between that, you get invited to watch the games and you become known as the quidditch team's personal bakers. the other houses would definitely be jealous that the hufflepuff players get to eat baked goods before every practice 😭

and then as yunho and you get comfortable with each other and he starts developing an interest in your baking process (and you), you use that chance to ask him if you can study together for the exams. will there be any studying? you don't care as long as you're with him and he's happy hehehehe

AND THIS PICTURE. this is him when he catches you staring at him hiding in the hallways and when you try to peek at him again, he's already looking at you like this I WILL SOB 😭😭😭 he's just so sunshine yellow warm golden retriever hufflepuff coded i crie-

i've always wanted to write a hogwarts au and you've just given me the perfect idea for it 😭 i will def make it a thing one day (if you're okay with me using this prompt/trope that you suggested) and if i make it a thing, you're getting all the credits 😤

right now, though... i may have something very dark and twisted planned for yunho. that's my current wip, kind of slow but we're getting there hehe. so stay tuned for that? <3

#marian <3 #💌#jeong yunho #as hufflepuff is all i need #ngl i've planned a hogwarts au way too many times in my head but never gotten anywhere #but this trope... kinda hits #maybe i need to write soft fluffy yunho i've written enough mysterious dark yunho #says i who's writing morally grey?black yunho-#i've spilled enough #yumi.asks

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remusslove · 2 years

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Take it~Sirius black

@i-cant-stfu I’m sorry this took so long but I hope you like it! :)

This is a quick write for any gender!

Includes a bit of praising and degrading, public sex but they don’t get caught, handjob, loss of virginity, and aftercare

Sirius has always been a confident person, everyone knew it. The way he talked, walked, dressed, and always boasted how good he was in bed. But, never have you knew Sirius Orion Black, was a bottom. It had come across your mind a few times, but you never were really sure. Until, today.

You and Sirius were currently trying to convince the group to go to the black lake for a smoke session. They all said no, due to them trying to fit a bit of studying in the very few days you all had left before exams. So, you and Sirius just went alone since Sirius had an excuse not to go to quidditch practice.

A few hours later, you and Sirius were at the black lake smoking a few joints. “You feeling good Siri?” You asked chuckling. Sirius always had a low tolerance while you had a very high tolerance. “amazing, but I’m bored” he mumbled. “you wanna play truth or dare?” You asked. “Sure” he said sitting up.

“alright, truth or dare?” You asked. “Truth” he said simply. “Are you a virgin?” You said already knowing the answer, or so you thought. “Yes” he said slowly as a blush crept up his face. “What? How are you so good in bed if you never lost your v card?” You asked laughing. “Shut up!” He yelled throwing what was left of his joint at you.

“Ok sorry it’s my turn anyways” you said trying to stifle your laughter. “Truth or dare?” He asked with a smirk. “Dare.” You said simply.

“Take it.”

“Take what?” You said already knowing the answer. “My virginity.” He said looking you in the eyes with an “innocent” smile on his face.

“Really?” You said not fully convinced. He nodded. “Can you come over here and kiss me now?” He said grinning. Not even a minute later you two were making out and you were on top of him. You let go of the kiss and began kissing his necks leaving marks behind.

“Shit y/n” he moaned out softly. “Your so sensitive Sirius” you chuckled. “shut up it’s my first time” he whined. “ first time getting a hickey? You asked surprised. “Jesus Sirius, the next thing your gonna tell me is you’ve never been kissed before” you said jokingly. The silence said it all.

You looked up at him with wide eyes. “Sirius am I your first kiss?” You asked softly. “Shut up and fuck me y/n!” He stuttered out. “Patience love your such a whiny little slut” you said making him let out another whine. You chuckled softly before moving one of your hands to undo the buttons on his shirt.

After marking every part of him you could touch, you finally started to undo his belt. “Such a pretty body love, even better when I mark every pretty inch of it” you said watching him moan from the words coming out of your mouth. A second later you were pumping his dick at a fast pace while kissing the inside of his thighs.

“Fuck y/n pls don’t stop!” He moaned out loudly. “I’m not stopping until you cum Siri” you said simply loving the pretty little moans and whines spilling out of his mouth. “Such a little slut for me siri, I bet you would love if someone caught us right now” you said, your smirk growing wider when he let out a loud groan at your words.

“Then everyone would know how much of a slut you are” you finished. “Fuck I’m gonna cum!” He screamed. “Come for me baby, scream my name while I fuck you dumb” you whispered in his ear. “Fuck I’m cumming y/n!” Was all he said before feeling his orgasm wash over him.

“You did so good for me Siri” you said softly peppering kisses on his face and using your hand to button his shirt. “Fuck y/n!” He yelled. “What’s wrong?” You ask worriedly. “I look like a fucking leopard!” He yelled at you while looking at his neck through a tiny mirror.

“Why do you have a mirror?” You asked laughing. “It’s called wanting to look good all the time, and stop laughing!” He said still looking at all the hickies you left on him. “Sorry sorry, now come on”You said standing up and holding out a hand to help him up.

“Well, If you can walk” you said giving him a wink. “I’ve wanked before I’m pretty sure I can walk fangs!” He said blushing profusely. “I didn’t know someone could moan that loud just by wanking” you said kissing his cheek.

“Shut up and let’s go back, your lucky their all at quidditch practice right now.” He said referring to the group. A day later you and the group were in the room of requirements playing some board games. Sirius was late trying to figure out how to hide all his hickies that you left.

When he finally arrived you couldn’t hold back the smirk on your face when you saw his neck covered in your marks. “Jesus Sirius you look like a leopard” James pointed out laughing. “Shut up James” he said blushing and rolling his eyes taking a seat on the couch across from you.

“Sorry just never seen you with a hickey before especially that many” James said chuckling as the others agreed. “What took you guys so long yesterday? I thought you guys got eaten by a troll or something” Peter joked referring to yours and Sirius’s “smoke session”. “It’s Sirius’s fault” you said smirking.

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itstopplingdomino · 2 months

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paper bird | fred weasley x reader

In which Fred Experimentalist Weasley convinces you to test his products and you, owed him a debt, reluctantly agrees. You don't get along with him but being in his debt is more irritating than his presence. Well, it's just testing products.. then he'll be out of your sight.

tags: gn!reader (usage of 'you' instead of specific pronouns), usage of pet/nicknames, strong language/cursing, potion mishaps, light angst, developing friendships.

"Ugh! What did you put in that? That tasted disgusting! " You cover your mouth, trying to suppress a gag. A moment ago you downed a bright yellow potion that is supposed to make you incapable of uttering any negative words; supposedly your subconscious will replace it with a nicer version of it.

Clearly it is not working.

"Another failure.." Fred says as he hovers over the cauldron. He takes the quill that's tucked neatly behind hIs ears and began to jot down something on his book. He mutters absentmindedly, "I wonder if I put too much Troll's snot-"

"YOU PUT WHAT?!"

You stand rigidly with your hands in fists, true disgust creeping up your spine as you watch the red-head idiot pretends he didn't just make you drink something awful.

But as he turns away, you could see his shoulder shakes.

This little shite.

He turns around wearing a shit-eating grin, taking in your red face and goosebumps along your arms with delight.

"Come on, I'll lose customers if I use ingredients like that." He says with a shrug.

You roll your eyes in chagrin. Ohh, one of these days he's going to get it.

"Whatever. Consider the debt's paid, Weasley. I've drank three potions, ate fifteen different pastries, and swallowed a pill. I am surprised I haven't vomited once the past two hours. What with your inventions tastes extremely-" You felt a hiccup coming but didn't quite release it.

Horrible.

"-unique." Huh? You try again, "I mean, tastes extremely-" Another rising hiccup that didn't pass. "-interesting."

You stand by the desk, confused, head tilted to the side as your eyebrow knits downward.

Fred looks up, eyes sparkling brighter than a muggle's fireworks. He ran to you and shakes you by the shoulder, "IT WORKS!"

Fuck. Great.

"How wonderful." You spat. Though the potion's effect makes your tone sounds sweet as if you are as happy as the creator of this potion. You shrug off his gripping hands. "How long will the effect last?"

Fred takes his book, forgotten for a moment on the floor, and flips through the pages. "Hm.. about an hour or two? Frankly I'm not sure," He shuts the book, a smug smile plastered on his face. "But that's what you're here for. I'll hang around you until the effect disappears."

"What? Not sure? It's your-" damn "-potion!" You hissed, yet again the potion's effect ensures your tone as soft as fwooper feather pillows.

"To be fair, you agreed to test it out. That includes finding out how long the effect lasts.." Fred raises his hands in surrender.

"Ugh. Fine." You say with the 'Ugh' sounding a little too close to Aww.

ꕀ ꕀ ꕀ

Gossiping has never been an interest of yours. There isn't anything worthwhile listening to anyway. All rumours bred from the same genre; romance - who's seeing whom, who had their heartbroken by whom, who's the most eligible dating partner, who's the most eligible sleeping partner, and the list goes on..

As you are stuck with the older Weasley twin, his younger twin (the one you could tolerate better) inconveniently away, you are drag into Fred Weasley's social life.

Which basically consists of bro-ly greeting between his quidditch mates, extorting money teasing the younger students and generally being friendly to everyone else.. Well, obnoxious Slytherins aside.

That's why currently you stand awkwardly behind him as he sips the latest 'dating theory', as he calls it, from three Gryffindor girls whose name you don't know - two blondes and one black-haired. Pretty sure they shares some classes as you but none of them ever exchange greetings with you and you aren't exactly the social butterfly of your year.

Obviously that title belongs to Fred Weasley.

"So.." Blonde One begins, "Who will you ask out this time..? I'm free for a night. I'm sure Andrew won't mind.."

Ah.. it's like that, huh.

Her friend, Blonde Two, lightly shove her. "You're terrible. How about me, Freddie? I learnt tricks from a scandalous muggle book. It doesn't have to be serious.."

The three of them giggles now. Quite honestly the sound is sickening. Personally what people get up to in their own time is no business of yours, like how some needs requires satisfaction, but you rather be spared from the details- and the proposition of it.

"Honoured, truly." Fred lets out a chuckle, albeit you could hear the slight waver at the end. Whether it's from nervousness at the prospect of potential three way, or the uncomfortableness of it, you can't tell. He continues, a bowing a little, feigning chivalry. "But you know I have rules; no taken ones and certainly no one my dear friend fancies."

"Ugh, if only Lee knows when to shut up.." She sighs.

Then Fred gives them an excuse, something about meeting Professor McGonagall for transfiguration assignment; which you actually knows he had finished and submitted the hour before you two met.

So he's uncomfortable. Interesting.

Once you two are far enough from prying ears and eyes, you ask him. "Why did you lie?"

He plays pretend.

You ask him again, with a little push. "You could just reject them, you know. What, you're afraid of hurting their feelings?"

He ignores you, choosing to point out the owls that flew outside.

Another push.

"Or did you actually want to do it with them both but couldn't agree because I'm there?"

Fred stops in his track and looks at you. His lips stretches into a false grin. Fake smiles eerily settles on his face. "How low do you think of me?"

"It was never high, Weasley."

You continue to walk past him, he follows suit.

"Alright, I'll bite." He says, falling into step with you. "The only image I care about is being the best prankster Hogwarts has ever seen. Having a threesome is no-way helpful in achieving that."

You bark out a laugh. "Please, Weasley. I think you and your twin have done enough to leave a lasting imprint as mischievous-" sods "-duo."

A groan escapes you which fuels joy for Fred. "So the potion still works.."

It's been an hour, you note.

"You know, you're a good company when you don't swear as much."

"Bold of you to assume that I want to be a good company to you in the first place."

Fred stays silent for several beats, then he stops in his tracks again forcing you to shift around to look at him when he didn't continue following you.

"I've been wondering.. what exactly do you find displeasing about me? You seem to talk to George normally. I actually didn't believe him when he said you didn't curse once at him until I saw it myself."

"Are you.. sulking..?"

Fred looks away and back. "Humour me."

"I'm not one for jokes-"

He whispers your first name in a pleading tone. The tone didn't catch you off-guard, you'd seen him use it playfully during his interactions with other students, it's the fact he uses your first name - generally preferring ill-suited nicknames he deems worthy like dear, sweetheart, and crassy (usually when you throw a lot of curses at him than usual).

It is probably the first time he ever calls you that.

You sigh, "Remember third year? You and your brother pranked me."

"Yeah, we jinxed a paper bird to peck at you. And what? You hold a grudge since then..?"

"No," You say firmly, moving to close the gap. "The pecking as annoying as it is isn't the reason. It's what happen because of the prank."

Closer now.

"That paper bird attracts the attention of a stray falcon, gods knows how it was there, and dove in to hunt it. Subsequently, attacking me too."

Fred eyes widens, "I remember.. George said you got into the Hospital wing for that. But they say you were fine?"

"I don't know where you got that information but I was in the hospital wing for the entire weekend."

A beat.

"George visited twice each day. He even brought some sweets from honeydukes and all. And you? You were nowhere. Even when I saw you in the next class, you didn't apologise. Merlin were you-" heartless "-indifferent."

He stays silent.

"Whatever. I don't resent you at all, especially not for the falcon - nobody knew it'll end up that way. But the way you act like it didn't matter if a falcon pokes out my eyes were infuriating. I just couldn't help but get angry looking at your stupid face."

Fred opens his mouth to say something but the realisation of the potion's effect no longer taking place jumps into you faster than he could get the words out so you speak first, "It's gone."

You touch your lips as if you could feel the effect physically fall off. "Fuck you," You tested, smiling at the success. "Yes! Thank fuck! Right, see you never then, Weasley."

Then you turn in your heels, speeding towards your common room. Fred remain stuck his spot as if you just casted a stunning spell on him.

Gears turning in his head and instead of the usual product ideas, he's thinking of something entirely different. He hears the door behind him opens and see a couple of first years ducking into the corridor now. He moves towards the door as he recalls back.

It amuses him that you never fall for his charms. Certainly there are others that don't, too, but that usually comes from house prejudices or blood status thing and typically if he's disliked so does George. It only piques his interest further than you laugh and smile, genuinely so, around his younger twin but rarely him.

At one point he did aim to find out, and found out he did. He isn't eased at all by the discovery of your animosity towards him. The real reason hits him harder than any bludger he took during Quidditch practices and actual matches.

Guilt trickles down and slowly enveloping him.

He groans audibly, surprising the first years that are passing by.

He looks at them with a half-smile.

Fred Weasley knows many sees him as a good friend, he's been made aware more than a couple occasions. Your crassness didn't bother him then.

But now?

Now he wants you to see him as one too.

Let's start with an apology.

--- A/N: There will be part two...

#topplingdominowrites #writers on tumblr #writing #gender neutral reader #fred weasley #gryffindor #potion mishaps #fred weasley is kind of a jerk #light angst #harry potter fandom #harry potter universe #paper bird | toppling domino

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remusremorse · 8 months

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A marauders type of love

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1st person

September 1st 11:15am

I spent the first 15 minutes of the train journey doing my prefect duties, making sure the first and second years got on bord safely and happily. I have been spending the last 5 minutes looking for my best friend Regulus Black. We are currently in our 7th year at Hogwarts, so we have NEWTs this year.

'Petal over here' I hear my name being called as I turn around, I realise its pandora rosier. As I followed her to our compartment, I finally saw Regulus. I tackled him as he didn't realise I was there. 'You sure you can catch a snitch if you can't even sense me about to tackle you. Captain Black' I bit back a cackle, but the others didn't, they just laughed with no regrets. 'I will have you know Captain Grindelwald that I am an amazing seeker you on the other hand are a one-of-a-kind seeker' Regulus snarked back in an incredibly posh sarcastic voice

'Don't talk like that you sound like Dumbledore or my father' came the voice of Dorcas Meadows. We all burst into a fit of laughter. 'Oi, come on don't compare me to my father he's an asshole' my voice rang through the compartment. Followed by murmurs of agreement by my closest friends. Soon we all defused into our own convocations. Me and Regulus reading whatever book we bought each other last Christmas, Dorcas and Pandora catching up with each other and fawning over there crushes on Marlene McKinnon and Lily Evans, Evan and Barty keep showering each other in compliments and kisses or are making out in the corner (them having been together since 5th year).

1:30pm

The lunch lady mrs Parkason I believe her name is came past and offered us food. I bought a chicken sandwich with mayo in as well as some cheese and onion crisps but there was also a lot of different sweets and chocolate. So being the expensive bitch I am I bought the honey dukes chocolate infused with fire whiskey. We all continued to chat while we ate and after descended into a comfortable silence despite the smack of lips from Evan and Barry.

6:00pm

It was peaceful and quiet most of us reading either a book or the daily prophet. When suddenly a loud crash and James potter, Sirius black, Remus lupin and Peter pettegrew came bounding in. 'What the fuck' me and regulus screamed simultaneously. 'Sorry to barge in but where hiding from the prefects' was potters response. Then he turned around and realised that had just walked into a compartment with 3 prefects one being head girl as well. 'Shit,fuck,shit,fuck' we heard potter, black and pettegrew repeat. The look on lupins face was just 'I told you so'. 'I will refrain from giving you all detention because I can do that know as head girl if you tell me who you where pranking and why and also you find out who the head boy is and tell me' is how I responded. The look of pure shock on there faces as to why I wasn't giving them detention was hilarious. That's when Black pipped up and said 'well we where pranking snape as he called Lily Evans a mudblood again also James here is head boy.' 'By the ancients, Merlin help me' I whispered under my breathe as they left.

7:45pm

I checked my watch for it to read 7:43pm. 'It's quater to 8:00 we should probably start getting into are robes' I said with tone of hurry. There is a ruffling noise and the all proceed to change( her uniform is the second slide) the only difference between mine and Dorcas was the tie,robe and jumper colours. Mine and pandoras are the same as we are in the same house and share a dorm.

Once we arrived as head girl I had to make sure all the first years got to Hagrid safely. The only problem was the head boy is potter so that sucks. You see for some reason he hates me, it could be because he's Gryffindor quidditch captain as well as chaser so naturally we would be rivals but he's hated me since first year for some reason unknown to me.

#fanfic #marauders #polyamory #poly!marauders smut #polyamarous #poly!marauders fluff #poly!marauders x reader #smut #animagi #slytherin skittles #poly!marauders imagine

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