#ginny weasley x you
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What about the reader and Ginny dating and they’re on the Quidditch team for another house so games get really heated and they bet who will win (no clue what the prize should be) and reader is just so distracted by how hot Ginny is when she’s focused and playing that Gryffindor wins and reader is a tad bit bummed until Ginny makes it up to them (could be smut but also I’d sell my soul to have Ginny just cuddle with me)
Ginny Weasley X fem!reader
I twisted the fuck out of this request please don’t mind me !!
My attraction to men evaporating when I wrote this 🕊️✌🏻
You looked at yourself in the mirror before heading down to the changing room, because of the quidditch game you so badly dreaded somewhat later.
Brushing your hair as your thoughts were going none stop inside your brain, feeling like you’re giving yourself a headache if you don’t put a stop to it.
Your house was teaming against Gryffindor, which, happened to be your girlfriend’s— well not exactly established girlfriend’s house as well.
You sighed as you thought of how much you liked her, but you really had no idea if you both were truly dating, you think; heck, she’s lovely, she’s beautiful, she’s talented and so much more, can you even focus on the task at hand when she’s there?
She often flustered you, just her being there made you short circuit, maybe another reason why you’d never truly think you’re actually dating. You dating Ginny Weasley was always like meeting a unicorn to muggles; would never happen.
Your heart felt more heavy the more you thought about it before settling down the hair brush on your table. Sweat breaking out on your forehead and your chest as your roommate walked in, meaning you can’t sulk around without looking pathetic. You smiled at her before heading down to the room you had to be in, preparing whatever else you needed for the game at the command of your teams captain.
You heard the girls voice right away, you felt your heart quiver in your chest as she was talking to her teammates, seeing as she’s the captain now; Harry was in trouble last minute and she had to take over, making you feel even more flustered.
You couldn’t help but stare before she excused herself, her red robes complimenting her orange hair, her eyes turning and landing on yours before she quickly smiled, winking.
You looked away, not taking any affection from her right now or else you’d lose, she makes you nervous enough as it is, you had to do something and thinking of Ginny freaking Weasley wasn’t going to do you or your team any favors.
That mostly worked out for the first hour, you were focused on the game before Ginny flew next to you. “Are you ignoring me?” She cockily shouted, the yelling of the crowd cheering beneath you both sounded muffled as all you could hear was her voice and the way her honey brown eyes were staring at you, her hair flying behind her.
“No.” You shouted back, as you flew away, spotting the snitch somewhere that you needed to catch before Ginny did, the encounter made you lose sight of it again as you shook your head and zoomed somewhere around the stadium and cursing yourself for missing it. Looking around before hearing Lee Jordan yell in his microphone. “Ginny Weasley caught the snitch, Gryffindor wins!” He announced as you sighed, mostly relieved because this is finally over but also because your team is going to be very disappointed.
You made your way back inside, ignoring your teammates, taking off your robes and hanging them where they usually stand. “Hi.” You heard the familiar voice say behind you, startling. “Hey, Ginny.” You stuttered, wiping your sweating palms against your trousers, in desperate need of a shower.
But her on the other hand? She looked just as good as she always did. Her hair slightly dirty and sweaty, her freckles standing out from the hot weather while her brown eyes stared at you in amusement, like you were unclothed and it made you flustered the more, looking away from her stare.
“Are you okay?” She asked, walking closer to you as you shrugged. “I’m okay, didn’t sleep well.” You lied, you’re not okay because of her, what even were you?
She tilted her head to the side and neared you, pushing her hair behind her back, taking a hold on your hand. “That’s not what’s happening, is it?” She asked, her thumb caressing your skin gently. “Or is it because I won against you, I mean, we won against you?” She continued as you shook your head, your hand in hers hot and sweaty, you felt so gross.
“No! Of course not, I’m really happy you won.. you’re good.” You chuckled nervously as you looked up at the girl in front of you, her eyes looking right through you. “It’s okay if you’re upset, I don’t handle loss well, either.” She smiled, not helping your eyes trailing down her figure.
Her other hand went up to your chin, two fingers hooked against your skin and lifted it. “It’s okay, really.” You mentioned, anyway. You’ve never felt this nervous before, you wanted to ask if this is really happening and you’re not dreaming, but it probably is, and you wanted this more than anything. “You seem distracted.” She began, her other hand going up to your wrist, holding it firm.
“And as your girlfriend I wish you’d tell me if there’s anything I can do.” Ginny continued, her brown eyes searching through yours before you blinked so many times at her words. “Girlfriend?” You softly whispered, like it’s almost unbelievable.
“Yes, is that okay?” Ginny stiffened her hold on your wrist, ready for your rejection as her face fell, a look of hurt and confusion printed out on her soft features. You felt so tongue tied, you should have said something, anything. Ginny had let go of your wrist and your chin at the lack of response. “Sorry, I thought—“ Ginny stuttered, taking few steps back, not wanting to disturb your personal space. her face ashen and her eyes sadly looking at you before you shook your head.
“Ginny, no— it’s not.. that. I just—“ you tried to explain, still tongue tied and nervous before she stopped you. A shaky, disappointed voice you’ve never thought you’d have to hear from a girl you so loved.
“It’s fine, you don’t have to explain yourself.. I just thought we were— it’s okay, don’t worry about it.” Ginny smiled, her eyes glistening with tears. “Good game, though.” She blurted bitterly, out of the door and before you had any chance to explain yourself, you were in love with her. and you blew it.
“Ginny, wait!” You called, but it was too late, your eyes stung and your throat burned as tears flew down your face, choking on a sob, placing your head against a locker as you cried your heart out. Gripping your hurting chest, you had to explain yourself, you loved her, you love her.
It was later that day, calming yourself down and rehearsing over and over what you wanted to say to her to yourself before you gathered yourself to find her, hoping you’d see her beautiful hair, her gorgeous eyes; any hints of her at all.
You were shaking with anxiety as your head turned at every corner for any sight of Ginny Weasley.
After a few minutes or so you finally found her, seated with Luna Lovegood, both engaging in a conversation you so distinctly heard.
Your legs barely carried you to the ginger, but they did. Her back was to you, clearing you throat as Luna already saw you coming and giving you a friendly smile. Ginny turned around, her eyes landing on you, the sight of you was alarming before you wasted no time not talking.
You can’t lose her again.
“Can we talk?” You started, Ginny looked at you for a moment before she nodded. Standing up and excusing herself from her friend and followed you to a quieter spot. “make it quick please, I have things to do.” Ginny bitterly said. “Ginny, please.. I— hear me out.” You stopped her, placing your hands on her forearms.
She looked puzzled at the action but didn’t interrupt. “I’m sorry about earlier, I got so— so nervous.” You began, Ginny rolled her eyes and dropped your hold on her hands. “Are you going to reject me again? Listen— I’m sorry I thought we were together, it’s okay if we’re not.. I don’t need to hear you say it.” She coldly says, her brown eyes bright and condescending, holding herself firm.
“Ginny, no! That’s not what I’m here for okay just listen to me and stop talking! For the love of god!” You exasperated loudly, your heart beat racing in your ear, the ginger calmed at your request and didn’t say anything else. Giving you your much needed time to confess your undying love to her, with your heart almost exploding in your chest.
You cleared your throat at last. “I love you! Okay, I’m sorry for being so nervous around you..” you finally said, her confused expression was easily ignored now that you’ve continued. “You make me so nervous, I want to be your girlfriend, I want to be your everything.” You stopped.
Ginny didn’t wait for you to say anything else, her lips were on yours, her hands on either side of your face. Kissing you so hard at first, then she became more gentle with her warm lips on your cold ones as you ran your fingers through her hair that you so loved.
Ginny sighed against you, you could tell she was smiling through the kiss, making your heart race once more. Ginny’s hands went down to your waist and brought you closer to her. “Goodness you really had me there, I really thought I was being delusional.” She whispered, her lips inching away from yours. “No you’re not, I want to be with you so much.” You leaned in to kiss her again before she stopped you.
“Do I really make you that nervous?” She asked before a smirk appeared on her freckled face and you rolled your eyes, pushing her away playfully, making the ginger giggle. “Ah I love this.” Ginny confessed, her voice sounded so happy, a different tone than earlier, and you were so happy you don’t have to upset her enough to hear it again. It broke you.
“Stop.” You hid your face from her, her hands pulling them away. “Never.” Ginny picked you up with strong arms and pushed you against a wall, kissing you just as hard as she did earlier. Your hands were buried into her hair, your legs on either side of her. Your skin tingled at the way she kissed you, your legs weaker and your heart hammering against your chest, feeling like it’s going to jump out of your body any second.
“Ginny..” you whimpered as she kissed your neck, her warm breath against your cold skin making you shiver. “Sorry, sorry.” She put you down. “We don’t have to rush anything… yes?” She fixed your hair and your shirt, your flushed cheeks warming your tense and cold body. You nodded, too nervous to say anything for right now.
“I agree.” You replied, Ginny chuckled before kissing you again, holding your hand in hers.
You found yourself cuddling with her in the Gryffindor common room, not even sure you were allowed in there as the girl held you close to her chest, kissed placed on your head every now and then, her fingers caressing your skin as it sent shivers down your spine. “I’m sorry, about earlier.” You guiltily said.
“Hm?” Ginny asked before she recalled. “Please— it’s fine, love.” She stroked your bottom lip. “No I hurt you, and it hurt me that it hurt you..” you leaned on your elbow, looking up at her, her finger still on the corner of your mouth. “Shh. It’s okay.” She brought you close by the waist, her lips on your jaw, closing your eyes.
She held you close as you fell asleep and she carried you to her bed, not caring if anyone else protested that you’re not from that house, Ginny wanted to wake up next to you, and she’s willing to hear whatever none sense to do so.
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Take it Out on Me- G.W.
Ginny Weasley x Fem!Reader
Helping Ginny unwind from a stressful quidditch practice
Warnings: Smut, Dom!Ginny, Sub!Reader, Slightly Public Setting, Vaginal Fingering, Degredation
"You're so pretty like this love, you were made to take my fingers." Ginny murmured, biting down hard on your earlobe as she continued to thrust her fingers in quickly, making you whimper against the wall as you dug your fingers into the stone, feeling the cool of it pressed against your face.
"Fuck..." You whined, and Ginny chuckled darkly, biting down on your shoulder as she added a third finger to join the first two, curling inside of you. Your mouth dropped open as she continued her brutal pace, making you squeeze your eyes shut... God, you'd never recover from this. There couldn't be an after her.
"You've got such a fucking mouth on you, quiet the hell down." She snapped, and you shook your head, letting it fall back against the wall as she continued to fuck you hard. You reached down and rubbed at your own clit, groaning softly when you felt how swollen it was.
"Can't... Too good..." You moaned, and you heard her let out a full laugh, yanking your hair hard, pulling your head back with it. She licked up the side of your neck, making you shiver. Something about the way she did this, the way she fucked the life out of you while still in her practice clothes, you thought about it for days, waiting for the next time that someone pissed her off.
"Merlin, you're such a whore... you were practically begging for this, you know? Watching me from the stands, giving me those eyes... you know what you did. You always know what you did and yet you keep doing it. You know why?" She asked, and you swallowed heavily, pressing your hips and ass back against her, giving her a better angle to massage inside of you, making your head lull back against her shoulder before she shoved it foreward, pressing your face into the stone. It would be humiliating if anyone walked in and saw this, saw Ginny Weasley fucking you senseless against the wall of the lockerroom, but you couldn't help but love it.
"Why?" You gasped, and Ginny's fingers stopped moving as she responded to you. No. You whimpered, trying to force her to move, but she held strong, pressing you against the rock as she spoke.
"Because you like when I take it out on you. It makes you feel good, isn't that right?" Ginny asked, sounding almost like she was gloating. You pouted then, pouted at the way she'd stilled her fingers. You ground your hips down, swiveling them in an attempt to get the same pleasure that she had been giving you, but you couldn't replicate it. Fuck.
"Gin, please..." You gasped, but she didn't respond to that.
"I asked you a question, now answer it." Ginny growled, and you nodded on instinct, feeling her fingers start to move again. You let out a breath of relief, and decided to vocalize your answer to her question, lest she stop again.
"Yes! I love it, please fuck me harder! Faster!" You begged, and Ginny let out another breathless laugh, increasing her pace to the point of making you breathless, making your insides practically turn to fire.
"Merlin, everyone's gonna know what we're doing in here, love. Is that what you want?" Ginny asked, and you nodded frantically. Yes. Yes, you wanted that. You were hers, that was something that everyone needed to be aware of, otherwise you'd lose your mind.
"Want 'em to know I'm yours." You responded.
"Possessive, are we?" She asked, and you nodded. God, who wouldn't be? Ginny was amazing.
"Yes!" She loved hearing that. You knew she did, she told you as much.
"Good. I'm yours, babe. But more importantly, you're mine." She said, her tone boardering on dangerous. You nodded frantically. Yes. 100% yes, you were hers.
"All yours."
"That's right. You can take another finger, can't you?" Ginny asked, and your eyes widened. You'd only ever taken three from her like this, another one would surely send you right over the edge.
"That's... That's a lot." You said, and Ginny didn't seem bothered by that, leaning forward to your shoulder.
"Yeah." She bit you again. "But you can take it." She murmured, and she slipped another finger insde of you, making you gasp at the intrusion. Your cunt was burning at the stretch and you whimpered, feeling yourself get closer just by that. She was ruining you.
"Fuck! Oh my God." You whined, feeling her curl her fingers inside of you. You could hear how wet you were, and feel the way you were dripping onto her palm and it made your cheeks burn. That was only increased by Ginny's pleased sort of chuckle.
"You're soaking my hand, babe." Ginny murmured, and you gasped, your mouth dropping open as you spread your legs further, pressing your chest firmly against the wall, trying to give Ginny better access. She was so deep.
"Gonna cum... so close..." You whined, and Ginny hummed her approval, finally seeing your fingers working against your clit.
"Keep rubbing your clit, baby. You're gonna cum on my hand." Ginny murmured, and you nodded, rubbing harder at your clit, making your vision narrow into a slit as you felt yourself reaching the edge, felt pressure building like a band in your lower stomach. Ginny's pace only got more brutal, both harder and faster to a point where you wondered if she'd cast some kind of spell on her hand to keep herself from cramping... that was the only thing that made an iota of sense.
"I... I..." You felt the band snap in your stomach, making your legs buckle against the wall as you let out a high moan. Ginny's free hand clapped over your mouth as she continued her brutal pace, forcing you straight into another one as you clawed at the wall, only being held up by the fingers that were fucking it's way in and out of you. Once you came down from your second orgasm, Ginny removed her fingers, making you slump against the ground, your face pressed against the side of her leg. She ran her fingers through your hair, making you look up at her. Her smile was soft, and her expression was warm... your girlfriend was back.
"Merlin, you look godly doing that, you know?" She asked, and you licked your lips, getting up on shaky knees to press Ginny against the wall, yanking at the waistband of her pants.
"Wanna return the favor." You said, and she went to bat your hands away, taking your chin in her hand to look at you with concern, shaking her head.
"You don't have to do that-." That wasn't it. You didn't do anything because you had to, you did it because you wanted to.
"Let me."
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hi i literally live for your wolfstar parents fics btw
okay ive been sitting here for longer than a while and genuinely cant think of a request so all i have is
fluffy ginny x fem reader (ft wolfstar parents (possibly))
Already perfect
Ginny Weasley x fem! reader
dads! wolfstar x daughter! reader
Summary: At Bill and Fleurs wedding, Y/n and Ginny start thinking about their own
Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, just everyone being in utterly in love with their resepective partner x
A/n: 1.3k words, you can't tell me Remus wouldn’t be in charge of doing his daughters hair since he would have so braided Sirius’ for him. I love writing wolfstar dads no much so thank you for the request, enjoy!
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“Moons!” you giggle as you hear your dad call out for around the thousandth time “Moons please help me?” he pleads and your father sighs behind you
“He isn’t going to stop till you answer” you remind him
He chuckles as he finishes doing your hair “I know pup…don’t touch it I need to get the hairspray” he warns you swatting your hand down playfully
When he turns away you fix your parting before quickly going back to pretending you didn’t
“REMUS MY PRETTY BOY OF A HUSBAND LUPIN!” Sirius shouts through the house
“SIRIUS MY IDIOT OF A HUSBAND LUPIN, GIVE ME A MERLIN DAMN MINUTE!” he shouts back taking off the lid of the spray while you giggle at your fathers
“Okay pup tilt your head back for me” you let your neck fall over the back of the chair and smile up at your father before closing your eyes
As he finishes, you sit back up admiring your hair “Thanks dad” you shift around on the seat to look at him finding him smiling brightly
Suddenly the door is kicked open
“Okay if you won’t come…fuck” your father struggles hauling what looks like a clothes rack through into your bedroom “If you won’t come to me I’ll bring the problem to you” he says as he presents a bunch of jackets
“Was this really necessary?” Remus asks crossing his arms
Sirius nods right away “Yes, this is a big decision we must be the hottest pair of parents there, you are covered because you are hot to trot constantly but I need added flair” he flips his hair while you let out a laugh and Remus tries his best to bite back his smile
“What are the choices?” you ask standing and revealing your outfit
Sirius turns to you “Well pup…” he starts before taking you in “Pup you look so beautiful!” he walks up hands finding your shoulders “You get that from me” he winks and you give him a look “I know biologically that’s impossible but you grew up seeing this and that” he gestures to himself and then eyes Remus with a huge smirk who gives him a playful eye roll in return
“Okay yes, you’re hot, I’m hot, and our daughter is beyond beautiful, but before you go on another hour-long speech which end in pup getting bored and you crying about how our little girl is all grown up…” he walks over and grabs a jacket “…put on this one because we both know this is the one you would choose”
“Fine” he takes the jacket pouting and you giggle at your parents
Remus gives him a kiss to the cheek and his pout is challenged by a growing smile
“You know I’m right” Remus says grinning at him
“I know but let me have this” Sirius mumbles
“Fine” Remus whispers
“You’re really mean and I’m always right” Your father says unable to hold back his smile as he slips on the suit jacket
Remus chuckles “I’m mean and you’re always right” he kisses his lips before they turn to you
“You two are weird” you note and they bob their heads in agreement
“In a good way I hope” Sirius wonders
“The best way”
After listening to your fathers playfully bicker about how many buttons Sirius should unbutton, which was finally resolved as three since Remus said he wasn’t on the prowl anymore followed by a reply you shall forever pretend you never heard, you all make it to the wedding.
As you get to your seat you see your girlfriend, giving her a little wave from afar before spotting Charlie and Percy who give you big smiles as they head through to get Bill
“Hello mini moony” you hear your uncle James say as he, your aunt and Harry all approach
Sirius huffs and Remus places his hand on his knee
“She’s mini me too” he sulks
James lets out a laugh as Harry makes his way to sit next to you followed by James then Lily on the end
“Yes she is but considering certain traits…” James says and you giggle, your fathers face when he found out you were a wolf animagus was priceless “…mini moony is more fitting”
While your fathers and James discuss more nicknames, and Lily greets your aunties Marlene and Dorcas in the row behind, you turn to Harry
“Hi” you greet with a big smile
He smiles back “Hey” he bumps your shoulder
“You look handsome” you note
“Thanks, you look good...” you mock offence “Sorry you look fabulous” he corrects and you kiss his cheek
Everyone catches up before turning to the door as the music starts. The ceremony was beautiful and you were sure whatever Bill and Fleur were saying was super romantic but you couldn’t keep your eyes off of Ginny, she just looked so pretty up there it felt like you were falling in love all over again
“You got some drool” Harry leans over, whispering
You don’t tear your eyes away but you do pat your face to check before gently elbowing your godbrother “Fuck off” you whisper back
After the ceremony and watching the newlyweds have their first dance you make a bee line for Ginny who was looking over the buffet table
“Hello darlin” you greet, wrapping your arms around her from behind, head resting on her shoulder
Ginny smiles, leaning into you “Hi love” she turns her head to give you a quick kiss
You shift around holding out your hand “Wanna dance?” you curl your fingers, a big smile on your face
She nods, taking your hand right away and funnily enough being the one to drag you over to the dance floor
“Merlin Gin” you giggle at her as she stops
She giggles too “You’ll be saying that later” she winks and your eyes widen
“I was going to ask if you wanted to take lead or not but I think I already know the answer” you say feeling a little shy as her eyes trail over you
She grins, taking your hand in hers and moving your other to her shoulder “I am feeling rather flirty today” she confesses “Hard not to when my girl looks like this" she twirls you around
"Just copying you my darlin'" you nudge your nose with hers as you both sway to the music “You think our wedding will be like this?” you wonder
Her eyes light “Oh yeah, but mum loves me best so it’ll be bigger and better. I’m picturing the ceiling having flowers hanging down and little lights floating, kinda like our spot in the forest” she shines and you kiss her cheek
“Sounds perfect” you say softly “I'll be marrying you after all" you peck her lips "It’s already perfect”
Now it’s her turn to bite her lip and get shy, her grip tightening as she pulls you that little bit closer
“I love you...” she says meeting your eyes “...so so much” she adds, tone firm and assuring, but her look of pure adoration more than matches her words
“Love you more” you wink, eventually closing your eyes whilst soaking up the romance of the moment, foreheads finding each others as you dance in your own world, everyone else long forgotten
While you dance your fathers happen to be dancing nearby
“Hands off” Remus hisses light-heartedly
Sirius rolls his eyes “You like it” he reaches his hand back down
“I do but there are kids about…our kids about” he says swatting Sirius hand away
“Fine” Sirius removes his hand and moves it else were
Remus pokes his cheek “That doing it for you?” he looks down
Sirius bobs his head squishing his hand on Remus’ chest “So so, not as nice as your arse but your tits’ll do”
They hear a laugh next to them “Having fun?” James asks with a raised eyebrow before looking down at his wife
“Don’t you dare” she warns him and his hand returns to her hip “Having fun?” she asks your fathers
They nod “The Weasleys sure know how to throw a wedding” Sirius says as he and Remus nod with a smiles
James smiles “Might not be long till their throwing one for them” he motions to you and Ginny, watching you with smiles as you both take turns nudging your noses together before sharing a sweet kiss
Thank you for reading 💛
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SECRET NOBILITY
pairing: knight!ginny x princess!fem reader
synopsis: it’s a knights duty to look after the princess even if all they knew was how much the despised one another.
warnings: mentions of lewdness but in passing, no smut
note: omg it took me forever to find the time to write this but i was kicking my feet over knight!ginny omgggg i hope you guys enjoy !! happy women’s month & day and i love you lesbians !!!
A guard and her beautiful princess.
Ginevra Weasley meticulously crafted her life and battled her way through the rigorous knighthood training which was already difficult enough to enter a world where the women work hard in kitchens, brothels, and, of course, at home to please others. Ginny fought to escape, to work for something else. To work for the pleasure that fighting brought her, work for the pleasures that nobility brought to her lifestyle.
The one downside to being a knight was having to be at your beck and call.
You were the princess of Evythia. Kind, sweet, and charming to all who knew you, that is of course, except Ginny Weasley.
You had the girl flogged on the first day the two of you met for nearly trampling you with her steed and the kingdom has since established that the princess and the kingdom’s most valued knight were at war with each other. The hardened gazes, the trembling hands of fury, the stiff stances when the two were forced next to each other. The days could not bring you together with their passings as time could not heal all wounds.
When the sun turned to the into moon and the pale sky darkened as the kingdom reached another midnight, Ginny Weasley was home, if one could consider home being between your legs. The single time she enjoyed pleasuring someone else rather than herself.
How could two people who seemed to utterly despise one another because of every inconvenience turn lovers?
The story begins at midnight, the midnight.
Ginny was not on guard duty and those days were special. She was enveloped by the chills of night and the goosebumps across her arms could not match the prickling nerves as she ruminated about anything and everything, and more specifically, who she really was.
Ginevra Weasley had come to terms that she was a lesbian on one of these midnight walks of hers and it gave her both everything and nothing. Everything in the way she felt at peace with finally discovering an inch of the mystery that is identity; nothing in the way she felt lost in the archaic world.
“Maybe I’ll find love… somehow.” She thought, hoping for a miracle to land at her feet that she would find someone who could be fearless for her, to love another woman, even if it was behind closed doors.
When Ginny asked for a miracle, she didn’t expect the worst luck imaginable to fall in her lap at the given opportunity. She clutched her shoulder from the impact, quickly making way to apologise before she saw the face behind the encounter, your face.
“Oh, it’s you.” she spat, causing your face to scrunch in distaste. “So, the beloved knight loses her manners off duty, who could’ve imagined it.” You rolled your eyes, showing off your clear disdain for the knight. Ginny scoffed, “Oh please, a princess who couldn’t even do much as say a simple ‘thank you’ is going to lecture me on manners? But of course, I suppose the princess is too lost in her ego to care about the rest of us. I would’ve thought she’d thin her lips and humble herself, but what should I know?”
There it was, the condescending attitude you despised so much. “You act like you know me, but you don’t! Do you understand how infuriating it is to constantly be held to a high standard and then here you are making me feel like it’s not enough to wear the tightest corsets to please an audience of thousands and bend backwards to try and find solutions for everyone when I can’t even figure out anything for myself!”
Ginny was taken aback by your outburst but her own stubbornness urged her to fight back. “Oh please, I’m sure it’s so difficult being born a princess where you could have everything you want and the entire kingdom bends to your will. I had to fight for my place, something you’ll never know.”
She waited for your wit to attack her again but when silence struck, she turned to see your reaction, which she hoped was satisfyingly gobsmacked. She was stunned to see the tears rimming your eyes, twinkling down your cheeks rapidly like shooting stars falling through the sky.
She tried to shake away her thoughts in an effort to focus on you, a concern she didn’t think she’d ever have.
You didn’t speak until Ginny’s hand fell on your shoulder, “That’s it, isn’t it… I’ve been given everything because I’m a princess but I don’t know who I am. I can’t choose anything and I cannot be anything. I– I’ve envied you for so long.” Ginny couldn’t hold her surprise. “That was abundantly clear when you had children throw their most rotten vegetables at me.” You laughed, a charming sound that the knight was unfamiliar with. A new melody to indulge in from time to time hopefully. “A lapse in judgment, I suppose, now that I think of it. It might’ve been the third, or maybe the fourth time I was nearly trampled that day, I was simply irritated by my luck. My deepest apologies to you.”
The knight didn’t expect the apology to come so easily after the years of vitriol. “That’s all it took? I’ve hated you for so long starting from that moment and all I needed to do was talk to you?” Well, of course, it was a simple solution but Ginny was never one for simplicity, thus the egregious hotheadedness. “Well, you’ve been right about me, I am quite stubborn so I don’t know about what could’ve been, but you’re the only one who had ever listened to me like this so I would think that makes you deserving of an apology… and my gratitude for your services as a knight and a shoulder tonight.”
The two of you had made an agreement to continue the charade in public to keep your nightly walks of peace private. Neither of you were caught, the advantage of knowing every inch of the castle like the back of your hand. It had been another momentous night, one the girls wouldn’t know would become so important until later. Ginny was given guard duty to watch over you and so the two of you sat on your bed, simply chattering.
“How did you know?” You asked with the sort of curiosity that Ginny recognised. The curiosity behind the questions that meant you had been trying to discover more of yourself through her experiences. “How did I know what, princess?” The name was your title, a formality, but the use of it made Ginny’s stomach churn with nerves. “How did you know you’re a lesbian? That you prefer to court women?” Ginny blanched. She had told you of her preferences recently and was relieved to know you were not judgemental of it, now here you were suspecting with that curiosity of yours that you also had the same preferences.
It felt like the clock had frozen as the knight was consumed by her own vivid thoughts. It was not abnormal of her to find you in her dreams, to find your lips pulse against her own, to find her fingers across your skin. She jolted before her thoughts became immoral, “She is the princess… you are a knight… she is a friend.” Ginny would recite the reminder like a mantra.
She turned to you and answered, “On one of my walks, I realised that I was never interested in the advances of my fellow knights looking for a rendezvous. I had always, secretly, yearned for the pretty women around me.” She watched you nod. You bit at your gums in thought, “I always felt I enjoyed a man’s company. Flirted with a few nobles and knights on occasion.” The knight felt sick hearing the princess she dreamed about frequently, dreams that edged towards a twisted lewdness, talk about the men they flirted with. “I realised I no longer wanted a man when they actually fell under my spell. I’ll admit, my charm is like a hex.” The knight choked out a laugh, hiding the fact that your narcissism was a truth for her. Over the nights of secret meetings, she had fallen for you.
“Ginevra… I wish to be brave like you for a change so I’ll get on with it.” She felt the need to laugh. A knight like her was brave on the battlefield, a true mark of courage, and here she sat, completely in fear and shaking with torrential anxiety.
“I’ve dreamt about you.” The two of you stared in shock. Ginny couldn’t even believe the words that spilt out of her mouth. Her face was a sickly shade of vermillion that made her hair seem brighter and her face more akin to a tomato. “Princess y/n, I am deeply apologetic. I would never be so crass and I let it slip out of impulse. My lady, I would never–”
Your soft hands pulled her face towards yours. The dreams Ginny had of kissing you were nothing compared to the reality of it. Your soft lips against her own so intensely that she could feel the fine lines through them so perfectly. When you gently pulled away, you laughed at the face of surprise and wonder before you. “You beat me to my confession, although I would say you were much more blunt about it than I was planning to be.”
Ginny, at a loss of words, felt the deep urge to kiss you again. The night was spent with quiet laughter, odd revelations, and many more kisses than either of you could have hoped for.
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Love To Hate You
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Ginny Weasley x black!fem!reader (no y/n and non-gryffindor)
warning(s): smut, masturbation, clit stimulation, like 1 pussy slap, fingering, tiny bit of degrading
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I can’t take it anymore. She plagues my thoughts day and night. It’s like she does it on purpose. Whenever my team finishes practicing on the pitch, Gryffindor just happens to be next on the schedule. Every time I’m in the library, she conveniently comes to the same section. She’s always fucking there.
Even now, as I lie in the middle of my bed, my hand under my skirt, she’s in my thoughts. Her voice, her presence, her face, her.
I lightly trace over my labias. My touch is soft and teasing. How I imagine she would touch me. The light touch continues as I trace over my clit. I throw my head back against my pillow. My clit sensitive from me teasing myself for ten minutes finally fully affected me.
My middle finger slides through my folds and down to my entrance and slips inside of me with barely any warning.
“Ginny,” I mewl.
My arousal is dripping on the sheets below me. My eyes are screwed shut as I slowly pump my fingers, pretending they’re hers. Her milky-white skin against my walnut-brown skin. Kissing my neck while she fucks me with her fingers. I quicken my pace as I picture her marking me while I gush on her fingers. Her name spills out of my mouth in drawn out gasps.
“Keep moaning my name like that.” I jump up, covering myself as my eyes avert to where the voice came from.
Ginny stands against the door frame with a smug look on her face. My back meets the backboard and I look at her wide-eyed.
“Don’t stop on my account.” She walks toward the end of the bed, getting on with her knee and crawling to the middle of the bed.
“How did you get in here?” My voice barely a whisper. My core and clit are throbbing with intensity. The temptation to just continue masturbating is strong, but I fight the urge. She lies on her stomach and softly opens my legs with both hands on my thighs.
“Merlin, is this all for me?” Her finger scoops up my slick and smears it over my clit and folds. I look down at the action unblinking. She isn’t even looking at me. Her eyes are trained directly on my pussy. She slaps it and only then does she look up at me. My thighs go to close on reflex.
“I asked you a question, pet.” I nod my head as the words die on my tongue. She smirks and looks back down, continuing to play with me. I feel the bed shift as she softly kisses my clit. My embarrassment catches up to me and I cover my face at the intimate act.
“If you want me to keep going, you need to keep your eyes on me.” And fuck if that doesn’t cause another wave of arousal to drip out of me.
I sit up a bit and focus my eyes on her. Our eyes briefly meet. Her blue eyes are filled with so many different emotions, but the one I can clearly detect is lust. I bet 100 galleons that my eyes reveal the same.
She looks back down at my pussy and pushes her index and middle finger inside of me. Slowly at first but picking up speed as she finds my g-spot. My arms are ready to go lax under me but if I do she’ll stop and I refuse to lose to her.
“You have no idea how pretty you look right now. Such a whore and all for me.”
Fuck.
She leans in and licks my clit with the tip of her tongue. I quiver in her hands and I visually see the gears shifting in her head. Her lips enclose around the bud. My thighs block in her face. Her fingers hit deeper and her tongue licks faster. She alternates between licking and sucks. I give in and roll my eyes behind my head at the pleasure. I cum with a shudder and fall back on the pillow, releasing her head from the grip of my thighs.
She pecks my clit a few more times before sitting up.
“You cum pretty too. I might just have to keep you around.”
“Shut up, Weasley.”
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Ginny Weasley Summer Mood Board
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Adventure
Micro-fic May, (AU)
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You never thought you'd fall in love with the most notorious pirate of the seven seas. Yet, here you are, fighting side by side. And just like in all the romance books, she reaches out and pulls you into a kiss, mid-battle, her sword arm still swinging.
Few people would believe that the infamous Siren of the Sea, who'd lured countless men to their watery graves, had a soft spot for anyone or anything.
But you knew all her secrets. Including her real name.
Ginny.
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Ginny Weasley
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If all else fails..
I’m finally continuing this forgive me, I don’t know why I’m making the reader collect the Weasley’s like Pokémon cards but… I’m so tempted. Ginny is so gf material
Pairings: Fred X reader, Ron X reader, Ginny X reader (potentially possible, platonic.)
(Part 1) | (part 2)
Clock was ticking, seated on the couch at the burrow with the summer heat cooking you up and making your palms sweatier and your heart heavier.
Ron was ahead of you with his best friends who just arrived to spend the summer with him, barely recognizing your existence.
You really thought you’d be okay with this but seeing as how he wasn’t even glancing your way hurt, a lot. Instead of moping; you decided to go find Fred before Ron hollered with laughter at something Hermione said which made something inside you tug at your stomach and your chest in the worst way possible, not taking any more of this physical discomfort you got up.
You and Fred were escalating things; to say the least. Remembering just two days ago your make out on the front porch, it felt good.. a good distraction.
Your legs carried you just behind the house, Fred and George always hanging out there because no body could eavesdrop on their plans or mischief.
Eyes blinking as you approached the twins, your doubts kicking in once again.
Ron’s ignorance got to you, hating the way it feels, you really did. You’d rather anyone ignore you but him, maybe it’s because you were dating his brother, a principal you didn’t think needed his approval. And he didn’t approve, that you knew of.
“Love?” Fred turned, looking at you standing there like a ghost. Your thoughts were too loud for you to notice you’d been standing there like a total weirdo. “Hm? Oh— hi.” You smiled awkwardly at your boyfriend and his brother.
“You okay?” Fred stood up, stroking your elbow, his touch sending tingles through your nerves. You nodded, your eyes angled up his brown ones. “Yes, I’m okay.” You lied, you really weren’t.
Everything seemed to stink, you and Ron’s friendship was amazing, and you were so jealous he wasn’t paying you any attention. You didn’t realize why you needed it so much, he’s okay with you being away.. about time you did the same.
George left you and Fred alone, Fred always noticed your upset moods. Wondering why he’s keeping up with it anymore, your hand in his as he turned your chin towards him.
“Love, what’s wrong? You’ve been so out of it lately.” His thumb caressed your chin gently. You took a deep breath. “I don’t know, I just don’t feel well.” Your eyes stung with tears you so wanted to cry.
Fred angled your head further up, forcing you to look at him. “Why not?” He asked, his eyes not faltering. You felt something twist in your chest, eye contact was never your strong suit and you felt your knees become wobbly. You started stuttering, shutting yourself up completely when you couldn’t form a coherent sentence.
“Talk to me.. I’m here for you.” Fred continued, his thumb still stroking your chin as you just leaned up and kissed him.
You didn’t want to talk, what’s there to talk about? His brother? No way, you wouldn’t do that again. You had Fred now, it’s all that mattered right?
Your hands went to his face and grabbed him nearer, you could feel him smiling against you. “Woah—“ he pushed you away, his hands on your shoulders. “As much as I’m loving this, you won’t get away with not talking to me.” his lips so red and plump, finding it so hard not to kiss them again.
You groaned. “I don’t want to talk, I’m tired of talking.. I just wanna do something!” You bellowed frustratingly. Fred stood there a bit taken aback. “Do what?”
“I’m so frustrated.” You took steps away from him walking as fred followed you. “I could tell, but why?” Fred was still trailing behind you before he grabbed your forearm, stopping you.
“Please, stop and talk to me.” Fred said as you shook your head. “Ron!”
“What about him?” He spat, he didn’t mean to sound like he was bitter. But he was.
“He hates me, he probably doesn’t care about me.” You rambled, Fred stood there, taking your words in. Blinking few times before he took a breath and started. “Why are you thinking about him so much lately?” He started, you couldn’t tell how he felt about this but you so regretted it.
You shouldn’t mention any guys to your boyfriend, not like this. Not a brother.
“Fred I-“
“What’s going on with you and Ron?” Fred took a step back from you, your words hurting him.
“Fred there’s nothing going on, he’s just— not a friend anymore.” You defended, grabbing his hand in yours but he didn’t move. It was stiff, Just as he was.
“Then what is he? What are you not telling me?” Fred continued, hurt decorating his beautiful brown eyes. “Fred, come on.. that’s not what I meant.. it’s just—“
Fred dropped your hand from his, placing it at his side, still standing there waiting for you to explain. “Freddie, he’s just a friend— was, but nothing else.”
“Can we not talk about this? I— I gotta go.” Fred sniffled and walked away, was he crying?
“Fred! Wait—“ you shouted, the fear of saying the wrong thing haunted you as you let him go.
What was wrong with you? Why not make a decision?
You yelled and kicked the grass, frustration and angry tears bubbling behind your eyes.
You walked back to the house after hours of being outside, thinking, crying, thinking some more as food was served, your eyes were glancing at Fred the whole time. He wasn’t looking at you, he looked deeply hurt and upset. Eyes fixated on his food while George engaged in conversation, usually it’s always both of them loud at the table.
Your eyes went to Ron, speaking to his best friends, your chest hurt so much. Dropping your spoon, having no appetite to continue eating.
You wanted to hide so badly, doing so at Ginny’s room. Which was cut short, seeing the ginger girl walk in with wet hair and a towel around her. “Hey.” She smiled at you, it felt nice to not have someone mad at you.
“Hi.” You replied, she stood and stared at herself in the mirror before her eyes looked at you, turning around. “What’s wrong?”
“Fred— I messed up.” You cried, suddenly sobbing. You hated how much this hurt, you didn’t want to disappoint him. He was so good to you. “Hey– hey now, what happened?” Ginny came and sat in front of you, on her bed.
“It was a misunderstanding and I upset him, he wouldn’t talk to me.” You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand before you noticed Ginny’s frown. “Oh I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.” Her hand placed your hair behind your ear and behind your back. Wiping your tears.
“You should talk to him, okay?” Her finger stroked your face again as she was still frowning. “You think?” You asked as she nodded, tilting her head before she nudged your chin. “Cheer up, Fred adores you. He won’t give you up that easily, he’s just a sensitive little bitch.” She joked, scooting closer to you. Her hand playing with your hair once again.
You couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yeah, yeah he does.” You agreed as Ginny scrunched her nose at you, smiling. “He does yes, so you go talk him.” her hand reached around the side of your neck, making sure you agree. her light brown eyes so reassuring. You sighed and nodded. “I should, I didn’t meant to upset him.”
“He would love to hear that from you… I’m sure.” Ginny smiled warmingly, her face glowing from the shower she took. “Ginny?”
“Yes?”
“Do you like Harry?”
She blushed, dropping her hand from your neck. “It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it.” You quickly uttered. Ginny smirked anyway, shaking her head. “Gosh, I don’t know. it’s complicated.”
“I know..” you mumbled, Ginny’s hand went to your thigh and squeezed it. “It’s not about me tonight though, go talk to him.. you can’t stall anymore.” She nagged, you couldn’t help but chuckle. “Okay, okay.” You gave up, standing.
“And get dressed before you catch a nasty cold.” You told the ginger in front of you. “Get out so I can.” She stood up, going to her dresser as you chuckled at her. Leaving the bedroom and going to Fred’s, one he shared with George.
You got more nervous as you reached the door, bringing your fist up the door. Closing your eyes and opening them again. Knocking.
“Who is it?” George said from behind the door, your heart dropped. “It’s me.” You said before all you heard was silence.
Few seconds later the door opened as George left, giving you a tight lipped smile, Fred standing few inches away from the door. “Fred.” You said before he gestured for you to come in.
“Fred please— I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean what I said earlier, there’s nothing between me and Ron. I mean he was my best friend you knew that and—“ you were interrupted by Fred’s finger on your lips. “I don’t want to hear about him, or any other guy for that matter.. please don’t.” He admitted, he was jealous.. obviously.
“I’m sorry.” You whispered, his finger leaving your lips before you both stared at each other in silence. “Don’t be.” Fred shrugged, biting down his lip. “Are you mad at me?” You asked, not sure where you both stood.
“No.” Fred coldly stated.
You nodded. “Are we okay?”
“Yes.” Was all Fred said before he went and took a seat on his bed, fiddling around with stuff and acting like you weren’t there. “Fred?”
“Hm?”
“You are mad at me.” You stated before he looked up at you. “I’m not. I just don’t feel like acting like I’m not right now, would you let me have it?” Fred’s eyes looked up at you and you nodded, giving up.
“Right, okay. Goodnight.” You went on your way back to Ginny’s bedroom. Finding her sat on her bed, fully clothed. Hair still wet.
You stood at the door and leaned against it. “He’s mad at me.” You complained, not knowing how else to explain what he feels to her. You didn’t even know that yourself, Ginny frowned again as you sighed heavily. “Come here.” She tapped her bed as you did so.
“What did you even upset him about?”
“Can we not talk about it?” You suggested before placing yourself in front of her. She nodded, her lips pursed slightly. “Right, fine. I won’t, just come here.” She tapped her lap, you gave in and placed your head on her lap. Ginny stroked your hair as you looked up at her.
“Am I stupid for feeling so useless?” You started as she laughed. “Come on, fights are a mandatory in relationships.” Her fingers massaged your scalp.
“I don’t like fights, though.” You sighed, Ginny rolled her eyes. “Well, they’re bound to happen whether you like them or not.” She said, wondering how that idiot Harry couldn’t see how amazing she is.
“You know… if all else fails, let’s get married.” You suggested as she laughed, nodding. “I’m down.” Ginny smirked at you, fluffing your hair out as you felt more sleepy. Snuggling into your ginger friend, the sleep taking you away.
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✨ginny weasley masterlist✨
key: ❤︎︎ - fluff, ☁︎︎ - angst, ★ - smut
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Hi!! How are you?? I was wondering if you could do a Dad!remus one shot? Maybe where the reader is Harry or Ginnys girlfriend and he finds out or sm?? I’m just really in remus comforting feels rn hahah. Whatever you chose thank you so much! I love ur writing!!
Dad I can explain…
dad! Remus Lupin x daughter! reader
Summary: Remus finds who his daughter is dating but it’s not the person he first assumed
Warnings: swearing, kissing, mentions of food and sex
A/n: 0.9k words, hi! I’m good, really good, how are you?! This is set during the summer they spend at Grimmauld place, mentioned wolfstar but its Remus x reader focused, thank you for the request and the kind words, enjoy x
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Remus was headed to get you for dinner when he saw Harry quickly leaving a room, looking flushed. He stops in his tracks as he examines the boy’s appearance, smirking before he realises that was your room he just came out of
“Oh merlin” he says to himself, he was hoping this day wouldn’t come so soon but it would have been unfair of him not expect you to date, he dated Sirius after all when he was your age "You got this” he nods walking up to him
“Hello”
The boy jumps face going redder as he glancing frantically at the door then back to him “Umm” he looks around, anywhere but the man in front as he tries to form an answer
His state only confirms Remus’ suspicions
“Harry I’m not mad” he assures…okay maybe he was a little but he knew Harry was a nice boy, certainly was less worrying than if you ended up with one of the twins
“Oh, no we…we…ugh” he shakes his head, the heat never leaving his cheeks as he only becomes more flustered
Remus chuckles, Harry had the same ‘I can’t lie to you’ face James did, of course Remus didn’t know the ‘lie’ in question wasn’t what he thought
“Harry, let’s go inside we need to have a talk…” he says leading Harry into the room before the boy can stop him “…Y/n pup we need to…”
Remus freezes halfway through the door, Harry cringing next to him as he sees you, his daughter, on Ginny Weasleys lap mid make out session with said girl sucking on your neck while your hands tangle themselves with her hair
Neither of you seem to notice until Ginny moves to cup your face for a proper kiss and sees your dad “Professor” she says, eyes blowing wide
You giggle “I could roll with…” you start but Ginny moves your face around to face your “Dad!” you exclaim jumping off of your girlfriend’s lap onto the bed next to her but slightly overshoot it and end up falling off the bed
Remus just watches the scene unfold, having slight flashbacks of himself doing something very similar back in his day with a certain star. He wasn't disappointed...maybe a little nauseous at the last comment that left your mouth, that he would burn permanently from his memory, but he wasn't upset in any shape or form.
He was definitely surprised though, considering he was gearing himself to have a talk with you and Harry about being safe during...well guess he doesn't have to worry about becoming a premature grandfather anymore. If he was honest, he hadn’t really thought much of the person you would date but he knew it would be someone who, now he thought of it, was similar to Ginny.
Turning to Harry, Remus realises that he must have walked in on you two already and that’s why he was so worked up
He gives him an apologetic look “Sorry Harry, you can go now” he say to which the boy nods, wasting no time in making his escape
Ginny just sits there awkwardly but her eyes flick down to you often, checking you were okay as you groan climbing back onto the bed next to her. When you're seated again you tug on your bottom lip, this wasn't how wither of you wanted your parents to find out
“Dad I can explain”
He tilts his head, he was a little interested in know you were going to ‘explain’ but he realised as he met your eyes you looked mildly terrified “Aww pup” he coos walking up to the bed, taking a seat beside yourself as you and Ginny shift over on the bed, hands subtly trying to hold the others
Remus notices however and smiles, young love
“Dad” you turn to him letting out a shaky breath
“Yes?”
“Me and Ginny are dating” you say quickly closing your eyes while Ginny squeezes your hand, smiling uncharacteristically shy at her former professor
Remus gives her a reassuring look before he cups your face with one hand “Pup” he says gently and you open your eyes “I’m not angry” he shakes his head lighty “I’m not exactly thrilled at the sight I witnessed but truly pup I'm not upset” he admits and both yours and Ginny’s faces cringe, feeling embarrassed but also relieved he isn't mad at either of you
“Harry was a bit mortified” Ginny says nervously
Remus nods “Well I may have misread the situation and made his day a little bit worse” he confesses and both you and Ginny laugh “He walk in like me?” he asks
You shake your head “No well yes, I mean he came in but didn’t notice for like a good minute because he was trying to find something, then apologised around 20 times before scampering out” you say with a small smile, it was rather funny to watch as he fell over everything on the way out
Remus let out a chuckle “James did something like that once too”he reminisces “So how long have you two been together” he asks softly, a warm smile adorning his face
Your eyes light up “You’re okay with…” you gesture between yourself and Ginny
“Course” he says right away “Pup I understand why you were nervous, trust me I’ve been there. I love you, no matter who you date I will always love you" he assures you, saying the last bit firmly "I must say though, I am glad you choose the most responsible of the Weasley children”
Ginny grins proudly, bringing your hand up and onto her lap and clasping her other on top of them, while you try to bite back yours but practically beam as you speak
“So there was a little bit of mistletoe magic at the yule ball, then a couple of days later Gin asked me out to Hogsmeade…”
“…then at the end of the date y/n asked me to be hers” Ginny finishes looking at you with all the love she has, complete admiration
“Very sweet” he notes before looking at Ginny “Your mothers asked me to fetch you all for dinner but could you give me and y/n a minute?”
The girl nods, giving you a kiss to the cheek then to your knuckles before letting go and heading out of the room, the act making Remus more than overjoyed about your choice of partner
“What do you want to know?” you wonder, nerves returning once more
He says nothing just pulls you in for a tight hug, it surprises you but you melt into it right away, wrapping your arms around his torso and burring your head in his chest
“I love you so much” he murmurs into your hair before pulling back “You picked well pup, you definitely get that from me” he winks
You giggle, feeling so much lighter he now knows and more importatly accepts you, although you should have never doubted that
“I love you dad” you launch yourself back into him to which he chuckles, kissing the top of your head
Thank you for reading 💛
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𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 & 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭
CHAPTER NINE — 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬
paring; various x fem!reader
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note; this chapter is very short so i apologize if that's not what you prefer but it's what i'm doing. i wanted to rewrite this chapter but I'm too exhausted, i feel like my heart's only in this 30% of the time and that's when i write. i can't promise that these next final chapters will be good, but i can promise that i will finish this fic.
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After making sure Cedric is okay, at least as okay as he can be, you inconspicuously flounder out of the tent to bump right into Harry and Ron, who are too distracted by Harry's success to ask where you came from.
Your heart feels lighter as you watch Harry and Ron interact, happy that they're friends again.
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In the evening you find yourself joining Harry, Hermione, and Ron to a trip to the Owlery, you assume to deliver a letter to update Sirius on the current events. Harry tells Ron what Siruis had told the two of you during your 'meeting' about Karkaroff.
"Fits, doesn't it?" Ron says as you all enter the Owlery. "Remember what Malfoy said on the train, about his dad being friends with Karkaroff? Now we know where they knew each other. They were probably running around in masks together at the World Cup..." You flinch at the remembrance of the World Cup.
"...I'll tell you one thing, though, Harry, if it was Karkaroff who put your name in the goblet, he's going to be feeling really stupid now, isn't he? Didn't work, did it? You only got a scratch!"
You grimace slightly, if only Cedric had been as fortunate.
"Come here — I'll do it —" Pigwidgeon was excitedly flying around Harry's head and Ron grabbed Pigwidgeon by the foot, holding him in his arms as Harry carefully attached his letter to Pigwidgeon's foot.
Ron continued as Harry finished and he walked to the window. "There's no way any of the other tasks are going to be that dangerous, how could they be?"
You felt a sense of dread wash over you, you predicted the complete opposite, since when do challenges in games get easier as you go?
"You know what? I reckon you could win this tournament, Harry, I'm serious— no offense Y/n, I know you're rooting for Diggory," You roll your eyes at his comment but Hermione smiles and you can't bring yourself to feel any sort of contempt towards his light handed jab.
Harry frowns slightly but corrects his expression so Ron doesn't take notice. Hermione's face is serious now as she speaks with her arms filed across her chest, "Harry's got a long way to go before he finishes this tournament, if that was the first task, I hate to think what's coming next."
"Right little ray of sunshine, aren't you?" Ron says his eyebrows furrowed slightly with Pigwidgeon still in his hands. "You and Professor Trelawney should get together sometime."
You crack a smile even though hearing your almost exact thoughts out loud had tripled your anxiety.
He threw Pigwidgeon out of the window, a brief moment of panic seizing you before the owl pulls himself up. You watch until he fades into the dark sky.
"Well, we'd better downstairs for your surprise party, Harry —Fred and George should have nicked enough food from the kitchens by now."
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To say the Gryffindor common room was overwhelming would be an understatement. It all seemed to go off at Harry's arrival and unfortunately for you, your's as well as you stand by his side in momentary confusion.
You try to take in everything at once, the gangle of people, the food and drinks hoarding every surface in the room, the fireworks, and a banner of what you assume is Harry flying around the Horntail on his broom.
You hold back a snort at the ones with Cedric, who's auburn hair is on fire.
You go to join Ron and Hermione who sit down at a table but some of your adrenaline from the day is starting to wane and your stomach begs for even a crumb of food.
You pick up some food with Harry, sharing a small smile that makes his heart miss a beat before you both sit by your friends.
"Blimey. this is heavy!" Lee Jordan picks up Harry's golden egg with some struggle, empathizing his point.
"Open it Harry, go on! Let's just see whats see whats inside it!" Lee encourages Harry eagerly, gesturing the egg towards him.
Hermione frowns and you look down to your half eaten food, biting your lip to stop your growing smile.
"He's so supposed to work out the clue on his own," Hermione remarks haughtily. "It's the tournament rules..."
"I was supposed to work out how to get past the dragon on my own too," Harry says in a voice low enough that only you and Hermione can hear him.
You can see Hermione's guilty grin out the corner of your eye but you wear a tiny smirk, hey—you weren't the hypocrite here.
"Yeah, go on Harry, open it!" Several people cheered, Hermione's efforts in vain. It's not like they were helping, they were fulled by their own personal curiosity of what was inside the giant egg?
Lee passes Harry the egg and you watch on the edge of your seat with a breath of anticipation stuck in your throat as Harry follows the groove that circles around the egg before he pries it open with his fingernails.
From your seat right next to him you could see that it was empty and just as confusion began to overtake you, it was quickly thrown out the window as a loud screechy wail burst from the egg in Harry's grasp.
You squeeze your eyes shut as your hands automatically clasp your ears, curling into yourself. The effort is fruitless as the horrid noise can still be heard. Someone yells to shut it and quickly Harry obeys, looking down at the egg with confusion then slowly back up at you, you who has slowly removed your hands— your eyes had flung open as soon as he shut the bloody thing, as your peers already began to speculate what the noise meant.
"Sounded like a banshee... Maybe you've got to get past one of those next Harry!" Seamus says a little too excitedly for your taste and you frown, your eyes darting between who ever speaks and the egg still in Harry's grasp.
"It was someone being tortured!" Neville cried, his face ashen. Your eyebrows knitted together at the sausage rolls sprawled around his feet, he must have dropped them in fright. "You're going to have to fight the Cruciatus Curse!"
"Don't be a prat Neville, that's illegal," George says with his arms crossed, a disproving glare crossing his features. "They wouldn't use the Cruciatus Curse on the champions. I thought it sounded a bit like Percy singing...maybe you've got to attack him while he's in the shower Harry."
You laugh quietly into your palm, your head drooped down, at his remark, Percy's singing had been your unlikely alarm before. George side eyes you with a smirk, knowing you're completely helpless to tell him off.
"Want a jam tart, Hermione?" Fred offers to a rightfully suspicious Hermione. You raise your eyebrows at George silently asking if the tarts were trick free.
He shakes his head just as Fred confirms, "I haven't done anything to them, it's the custard creams you've got to watch—"
Neville spits out something, a custard cream you suppose from his panicked expression.
You shake your head with a small grin, the twins were always highly entertaining. Speaking of Weasleys you wondered where Ginny was. Before you could search for her, your ears had already unintentionally checked back into the conversation.
Hermione had a tart in her hand and you grabbed one as well, narrowing your eyes at Fred's smile before taking a small bite.
"...get all this from the kitchens, Fred?" Fred's eyes averted from you to her, his smile only growing.
His voice is squeaky and high pitched, "'Anything we can get you, sir, anything at all!' They're dead helpful...get me a roast ox if I said I was peckish." You roll your eyes at his impression, surprised Hermione isn't shouting at him.
Instead she asks him, "How do you get in there?".
"Easy, concealed door behind a painting of a bowl of fruit. Just tickle the pear, and it giggles and—" Fred stops suddenly, a glint of hesitation in his eye. "Why?"
"Nothing." Hermione says quickly, her voice just as squeaky as Fred's impression.
"Going to try and lead the house-elves out on strike now, are you?" George probed, leaning forward slightly. " Going to give up all the leaflet stuff and try and stir them up in rebellion?"
People around you snickered and Hermione didn't give them an answer. You leaned back in your chair, arms crossed over your chest, an unamused glare pointed directly at the twins.
"Don't you go upsetting them and telling them they've got to take clothes and salaries!" Fred cries, a hint of a warning in his voice. "You'll put them off their cooking!"
Suddenly there's a squeak and you turn your head just in time to see Neville disappear, a large canary left in his wake. You clasped a rather guilty hand over mouth but your laughter was drowned out from the peels that escaped almost everyone in the room.
"Oh— sorry Neville!" Fred shouted, not looking very sorry at all. "Forgot— it was the custard creams we hexed—"
Soon Neville was back to normal, apart from the feathers and Fred and George were already promoting the damned things.
You left the celebration early, guilt pooling in your stomach at Harry, Hermione, and Ron's disappointed faces but you couldn't spend the night there so you started your reluctant journey to your bed.
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You couldn't stop the doubt that settled in your head and without your permission made themselves home in the darkest corners on it, after all, maybe Cedric made a mistake?
You were both so busy you rarely saw each other, adding to your insecurities was that you rarely crossed paths in public. What if he didn't want to be seen with you? What if he wasn't serious? The mental taunts were exhausting, and you knew something had to change before you gave out.
As you stalked the corridors, already dreading your next class, someone quickly pulled you into a small hallway off from the main one you were just traversing. Your eyes widen and you struggle in their grasp— "Whoa, love, it's just me."
All fight left your body as your eyes adjusted and you looked up into Cedric's pretty grey eyes, peering down at you, having the audacity to look concerned when he just scared the crap out of you. You huffed as your hands hung limply at your side, Cedric laughing lightly now that he knew you were fine.
You crossed your arms, your eyes softening when he stepped closer to you, pulling you into his embrace and leaving you no choice but to accept it, wrapping your arms around his waist.
"Merlin Ced, you scared the bloody hell out of me!" You said into his chest, feeling the vibrations of his warm infectious laugh against your cheek.
You look up at him, watching the way his eyes crinkle at the corners as sincerity oozes from his every pore, "I'm sorry love, I really am, I didn't mean to startle you."
"It’s alright, I suppose," You mumble sheepishly towards the floor and he smiles.
The feelings of happiness began to fade and your doubts and insecurities started to rise to the surface. You hadn't realized your gaze was stuck on the floor with a frown etching it's way onto your face until he spoke.
He lifted your chin with his hand, looking, more like searching your eyes for something. His brows creased and his eyes were filled with a sudden sadness that made your stomach sink.
"What's wrong?" You avert your eyes, finding the floor to be highly compelling. But you can't escape his eyes, his gaze burning into your face.
You take a step back, his hand falling limply at his side as you hug yourself, finding yourself feeling self-conscious under his unwavering gaze of sympathy. "It's nothing, it's silly at best..." You say, your words not even convincing to you.
Cedric is unfortunately undeterred from your poor attempt at an excuse, he almost looks like he's pouting at you when you sneak a glance in his direction, ducking your head to hide your small smile.
He takes a hesitant step towards, testing to see if he's overstepping his boundaries. You don't move so he takes another step, then another until you can feel the faint exhale of his breath on your face.
"I just feel like, I don't know how to put it into words," You confess honestly, peering up into his eyes as your hands twist anxiously.
He frowns, "Are you...sacred? Ashamed?" You frantically shake your head. "No no, nothing like that I— I really fancy spending time with you and calling you my boyfriend."
He smiles and a giant blush spreads over his face from both ears. The sight gives you some sort of confidence, your insecurities starting to feel silly, like you said before.
"I just, what if one day you decide you can do way better then me? Or the more you get to know me you start to find me irritating?" Your hands gesture the entire time you speak, eventually falling at your side when you no longer have anything to say.
Cedric's eyebrows furrow and there's a crease on his forehead that you would have found endearing if not the certain circumstances.
"I fancy you too Y/n, I enjoy every second spent in your company, you're too good for me." He says with a shake of his head.
He gently grabs your hands, "I can tell you how much you mean to me for the next fifteen minutes but I don't think that's what you fancy."
You laugh and shake his head and he watches you in amusement. "It would be rather nice..." You joke and he laughs, a full head tipped back sort of laugh that makes your stomach curl.
"Maybe if we spent more time together? Not all the time of course—" You say hurriedly and he laughs again.
"Whatever you say love," You roll your eyes but continue with a small grin. "Little things y'know? Like walking me to class and spending time with you and your friends, stuff like that."
He nods in understanding and you can tell he's taking your words to heart. Now you're convinced he's too good for you.
But you're okay with that.
Especially when he leans down and kisses you so tenderly and yet with so much passion that your skin feels hot as if you're on fire.
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December was as cruel and unforgiving as each year before. Doubts of your relationship with Cedric faded into dust, carried away by the cold winds and off into the sea.
You had met his friends who welcomed you with open arms, always giving you a friendly wave in the halls. And best of all, Cedric walking you to also every class, holding your hand and your books in his other.
News of the Yule Ball spread like wildfire, reaching you on a measly Monday, right after classes you were free to dump your books on your desk, slip out of your shoes, and belly flop dramatically on your bed with sigh muffled by your mattress.
You enjoyed a good ten seconds of bliss before the door lurched opened then shut with such ferocity you lifted your head in a bit of panic.
"Y/n Avery!" Tina shouted, well more like a blur of energy that happened to share her voice, launching herself onto the spot right next to you.
You laid back down, rolling your eyes with a small smile at her antics. But Tina did not share your lack of enthusiasm and quickly recovered from her fall, her next mission: getting you to talk.
"Did you hear? Did you hear?!" Her big brown eyes and never ending energy strangely reminding you of a puppy.
You quirk a brow, shifting sideways to face her, propping yourself up with your arm. "Hear about what?" You ask exasperatedly, she ruined your down time but for Tina to be this excited...you were naturally curious.
She stared at you blankly, she was not impressed. She huffed and gave in, "Hello, there's a ball happening?! A ball! This is so exciting!" You watched her squeal with faint amusement.
"Well... I thought you'd be more excited, I mean you get to go with Cedric..." She said almost shyly.
You gasped, it's not like your relationship was secret, he walked you to class everyday and you could not miss the glares thrown your way by song of the younger girls, but you didn't except her to be so bold.
You gaped, "You don't know that, besides it was just announced and he hasn't asked me..." You trail off sadly, picking at your bedsheet with little interest.
Tina grasps your hand, a pout on her face, merlin were her pouts your weakness, "I didn't mean it like that, he would be a real wanker not to."
You giggled and she smiled as well, a tentative one that barely showed her teeth. You decide to not put much thought into it, you're almost positive Cedric will ask you, and you've decided you're only moving forward— no more doubts.
"I suppose someone's all ready asked you?" To your surprise she casts her eyes downwards, a flush covering her ears that is barely noticeable.
You smile genuinely, your friend was nervous over her date, for once not boasting to either you or Angie about them.
"I'm happy for you, really." She looks up and smiles mumbling a small thanks.
You bite your lip, weighing your options. You risk it, you just have to know who has the power to make Tina shy.
You lean into her, smirking as you realize how your roles have been reversed.
"So, who is it?"
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End of chapter nine
A/n I’m no longer doing a tag list because no one on it seemed to interact with my last post and copy and pasting all of this stuff is tiring so i apologize, you can always turn notifications on.
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Likes: travelling, history, games of any kind(board, video, sports, it dont matter), my dog
Dislikes: anything with more than four legs
Hobbies: Anything outdoors(hiking, camping, rock climbing, white water rafting, + more), reading, painting, cooking
Pronouns+Sexuality: He/him, Straight
Personality: I am very reserved/shy and like to spend time in quiet places. I am very much a romantic but i dont trust easily so it takes a while for me to warm up. Im autistic with anxiety and Im a INFP and a Sagittarius all around.
Fandom: Harry Potter
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Common Room
Masterlist
author note: do not get used to me posting every day just because this is my third day doing it lmao.
Ginny Weasley x ravenclaw!fem!reader
word count: 731
warning(s): smut, clit stimulation, like 1 curse word, hint of exhibitionism, public not sex, not proofread as always
“Cho, either tell Cedric you like him or shut up.” I say to her, making sure to put extra emphasis on the “up”.
For the past hour I have endured Cho talk about Diggory like he doesn’t stare at her all the fucking time. She’s my best friend and I love her, but if I have to hear his name one more time today I might just kill her.
“Hey babe.” How the fuck-
I turn around and see Ginny walking toward me and Cho.
“Not that I don’t love seeing you, but how did you get in here? You’re shit at riddles.” I say with a smile pulling in the corners of my mouth.
“When there’s a will, there’s a way.” She smiles back as she walk around the couch and straddles my lap.
“Mhm, now how did you REALLY get in here?” I ask while putting my hands on her hips.
“I’ll have you know I was able to answer it all by myself. Did you not want to see me? Why all the questions?”
I kiss her pout as I know she’s just being dramatic as usual.
“I always wanna see you love. How are you today?”
Before she can respond I see Cho get up in the corner of my eye.
“As disgustingly cute as y’all are, I’m gonna go to the library.”
“We have one behind the book shelf?” I say to her with my eyebrow lifted.
“Yes, but the other one might have Cedric in it. Bye!”
With that she walks out the common room leaving just me and Ginny.
She goes in to how her day is going, but I find myself unable to focus on her words. Her lips look especially soft today. Just pink and plump. Her closeness is making my heart race. My index finger finds its way to her bottom lip and I just slowly run it across.
I hear her breath slightly hitch at the action.
I move my hand down to the side of her neck and place a light kiss on the other side.
“Keep talking for me baby.” I tell her before continuing my assault on her neck.
The hand that’s not on her neck I trail down, tracing her clavicle until I reach her cleavage. Her bra is peaking out of her button down, but I know she’d be embarrassed if someone walked in and caught my lips around her nipples, so I just trace the outline before moving down to under her skirt.
“And then- fuck. And then Parvati told Millicent that I would let her copy the homework when I clearly told her-“ She pauses as I run my thumb through her slick up to her clit.
“Keep talking and I’ll keep going, stop talking and I stop.” I say to her while looking up at her waiting to see her eyes.
“Color?” I ask when she finally opens her eyes.
“Green.” She responds before going back to talking about her day.
Her hips start to grind on me, seeking more friction. I feel myself getting wet at her movements.
Her words drown out as I focus more on her body. Her hip movement becoming more sporadic as I circle her faster.
The common room door opens and Ginny’s hips halt movement but I keep going.
“What are you doing?” She whisper yells while looking at me startled.
I take my free hand and raise my index finger to my lips to tell her to keep quiet.
“He asked me out! I was in the Courtyard and Cedric asked me to go to Hogsmeade with him this weekend!”
“That’s great! Does that mean you’re gonna shut up about him now?” I ask Cho as she sits down on the opposing couch.
“No. Okay, so I was sitting by the fountain-“
Cho starts but I can tell by the way Ginny is clutching my arm that she’s close.
“Cum.” I say loud enough for only me and her to hear. She shudders, but Cho is too deep into her story to notice.
“Do you think you think he’ll ask me to the Yule Ball?” Cho turns to ask me.
“You know what, I’ll pay him to so you guys can hurry up and get together,” I say to which she rolls her eyes and continues going on about Cedric as I rub Ginny’s back.
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A Green and Silver Ring (Mattheo Riddle x Reader)
An arranged marriage between you and Mattheo, one that might lead to something beautiful
Word Count: 10.3k
I know I haven't posted in a long time but I have a plan trust the process. Also, this is me coming out and saying that I love Mattheo Riddle and he's amazing
Warnings: Swearing, bad and manipulative parenting from both Mattheo and reader’s parents, a lot of misogyny (a bit from Mattheo but he gets better by a lot and it’s not that bad), arguments, Tom isn’t Mattheo’s brother and Tom is a creep, arranged marriage, one bed trope, enemies to lovers, greek mythology reference, talk of kids, needing kids to carry on family lines, and kids. Mistress is the feminine term for master (so reader isn’t Mattheo’s side piece when I refer to her as mistress), old timey talk a bit, reader is a bookworm
From the desk of Ginevra
My dearest friend,
My parents have informed me of your engagement. I was ecstatic, yet surprised, when I heard the news. I was of the assumption that your parents were allowing you to choose your husband as your family line is secure in your brother and his wife. Yet, once I learned who your husband-to-be is, I was trepidatious.
My thoughts are with you, my darling friend, and I pray for you to write to me the moment you get my letter.
I hate to break the news, but you and your fiancé are the talk of high society. Never before have two such families been intertwined. Even I have had to scold my brothers for their gossip. They seem to forget that our families are close friends.
I do not ask why your parents have made such a decision. I know they are intelligent adults and surely must have a motive, but I admit that I am blind in that regard. Your engagement seems sudden and unwarranted to me. When questioned, my mother sighed and said I would understand when I grew older. My mother continues to baffle me. I have borne two children and a third on the way! If I am not mature now, I better gain some knowledge quickly.
Always remember that I am by your side. If you ever need anything, my door is always open to you. I am sure Harry will agree.
I love you, my friend.
Ginny
From the office of Lorenzo
Miss. L/n,
I believe we’ve never been formally introduced. I’m saddened to say that this letter is as formal as we’ll get - at least until your wedding. I am sure you must be taciturn and mercurial as of now. My father has told me much about you and I believe we’ll make excellent friends and confidants in our hectic world.
You’re to be my new half-sister, aren’t you? My relatives and friends are petulant to meet you.
Before any rumours (either about myself or your fiancé) hit your ears, I’ll put a rest to them. Bellatrix, your fiancé’s mother, had an affair with my father. They produced me and in return, I have the privilege of being your fiancé’s half-brother.
Being a bastard child, I’m no stranger to being ostracised and ridiculed. To be blunt, I’m sure that you will be ostracised alongside me and I believe that is one reason we can connect.
For rumours of my half-brother, I simply say this: do not fear him. He relishes in the consternation he places in other people, yet when he heard he was to marry you, I saw panic in his eyes like no other. It seems the tables have turned. He is hesitant to be wed, but you are not the problem. He simply doesn’t want to have the responsibility of another’s life on his. Your fiancé is used to belittling people - not supporting them as a husband should.
Any questions you have about your fiancé and my half-brother (whom in case I didn’t make clear, are one and the same), refer to me without any qualms. I am eager to meet you and hopefully make your transition into the Riddle family smoother.
I am well aware you have also lived your life in the upper echelons of society. But, as I’m sure you know, there are multiple circles in our complicated community. The L/ns, the Weasleys, and the Potters, for example, have grown their fortunes truthfully and innocently. They have earned the respect of their people and those whom they employ. The Riddles, Blacks, and Berkshires, on the other hand, have climbed the ranks in unconventional means and by skipping a few rungs on the ladder. They thrive and make their living on the terror and duress they cause those under them.
I’m looking forward to making your acquaintance.
Lorenzo Berkshire
P.S. I hope I haven’t scared you off.
From the office of L/n
Daughter,
You’ll be pleased to hear the engagement has gone through. Your mother and I met your fiancé last night. He seems like a nice man. He will be able to provide for you. His family is influential.
We will return home late tomorrow evening. You will depart for Riddle Estate in a week. Begin packing.
Your father
From the desk of Ginevra
Y/n,
You worry me with your lack of communication. Usually, you can’t wait to gossip with me. We have such fun at dinners and balls, yet with the most important aspect of yourself, you don’t respond. I’m simply worried, my friend. Are you alright? I can envision you curled in your bed, not letting anyone, even your nursemaid, into your room. Please do not let your impending marriage affect your state of health. It will turn out alright. Everyone I know (even me!) had apprehensions about their marriage. And with everyone I know, it turned out alright.
Misters Sirius and Remus visited Harry and I the day before last. They came to see James and Albus, but I know there was a hidden reason as well. They know of our friendship and came to ask if the rumours are true. As much as my husband adores them, Sirius in particular can be prone to gossip. The pair tittered and tsked when I told them of your fiancé. Sirius wishes to distance himself from his family, and I know he has pre-existing thoughts of the Black family, and by extension, the Riddles.
Sometimes I take a moment to gaze at the family tree upon my drawing room wall. It is full of interconnected lines and squiggles that sometimes, it makes my head hurt! The web of family ties is complicated and if we’re not somehow related already, I know that we will be once your marriage takes place. It seems the Black family spreads its roots into the Weasley family and the Riddle family- the latter of which you’ll soon be synonymous with.
Give yourself some grace. Your fiancé falls far from the tree; I am sure of it.
Please write to me. I need to make sure my closest friend is doing well.
Best wishes,
Ginny
P.S. Hermione wishes to inform you that, from what she’s heard, your Mr. Riddle is quite attractive. I have yet to hear any of the rumours myself, but at least your husband will be pleasing to the eye. Perhaps it will make the marriage more bearable.
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Mattheo strode leisurely through Riddle Manor. It was one of the many estates his family owned, and it was soon to be officially his. Just as soon as he married the L/n girl.
The manor was spacious, which Mattheo couldn’t help but detest. How was he and a wife supposed to fill this void of empty rooms and dark halls? He knew servants and cooks would move in, but they wouldn’t occupy the dozens of upper rooms that were vacated.
For a brief moment, Mattheo couldn’t help but envision a set of children running around the halls. One of the children would run up to him, shouting, “Papa! Papa!” Mattheo would scoop the child up, grinning, and would carry them to their room. The room would be bright and cheerful, and maybe, just maybe, you would be sitting on a settee, cradling a newborn or helping an older child with their school work.
But for now, the room was dark and uninviting and he had yet to meet his future wife. He had seen a portrait of the L/n family and while they were in lavish, colourful clothing, Mr. and Mrs. L/n seemed cold and stoic - just like his parents. The children, an older son and younger daughter (whom he presumed to be you), seemed kinder and by their body language, Mattheo could tell that the two siblings were close.
Mattheo slowly made his way down the hall. There were three wings of the manor; two were residential and the other was designed for taking guests. The East Wing - in which he and Miss. L/n would stay - was also fit with an office for him. He was expected to take over half of the family business once he got married. The West Wing would remain empty for now, sans for a large library and the furniture in the bedrooms.
The boy knew that his bride was to arrive later that day. She would stay at Riddle Estate until the end of the week. Just three short days before they were to be wed in name. Mattheo would move into Riddle Manor tonight, giving servants time to wipe the dust off of tables, shine the silverware, and fluff the pillows.
Mattheo walked the halls of his new home. His mind was devoid of any thoughts. Perhaps it was simply because he was always numb. Even when he heard of his engagement, Mattheo didn’t make a fuss. He didn’t remember thinking anything. Nothing such as ‘Oh, I can’t wait to meet her!’ or even, ‘I can’t believe mother and father are arranging my marriage! She better be obedient.’
No, Mattheo had thought nothing of the sort. He had spent his childhood quietly observing his father and mother, noticing the amount of fear they could inflict on people just by silence. You didn’t have to be loud and dramatic to be powerful. You simply couldn’t be afraid to follow up on your promises - however deadly they were.
The only question Mattheo had asked when Bellatrix informed him of his engagement was, “and what do we gain from the L/n’s?”
Bellatrix had shot him an callous and apathetic look. “Do not ask questions you needn’t the answers to, boy.”
Mattheo had glowered, but shut his mouth.
As he neared the foyer, Mattheo couldn’t help but think how marriage was a component in all aspects of his life. When he got married to the L/n girl, he would inherit a portion of his father’s estates, company, and wealth. Mattheo chucked to himself. Maybe he should’ve gotten married sooner.
***
“Pray tell, why weren’t you here when she arrived?” Bellatrix snarled as she gripped Mattheo’s arm. Her nails dug into his suit as she dragged him towards the drawing room.
“I was busy,” Mattheo replied harshly. Love was not a thing that came instinctively to his family.
“Doing what? Planning your suidide?” Bellatrix scoffed. “I would march to the Underworld and choke Hades to bring you back.” Mattheo glanced down at his mother, hesitantly surprised. But he knew better than to raise his hopes and dreams. “We need this contract with the L/n’s,” Bellatrix continued and Mattheo’s jaw ticked. Of course. She didn’t love him; she never had. Her son was purely business. He should’ve known better.
“Maybe if you would tell me what the L/n’s provide for us,” Mattheo pulled Bellatrix back before she threw open the door to where you were. “Then I would be more complacent.”
Bellatrix sneered. “You think you’re smart, boy. You think you have everything figured out in that pretty little head of yours. But remember: you’re nothing without the Riddle family name backing you up.” She paused and licked her lips. “But if you must know,” Bellatrix sighed, giving into Mattheo. “The L/n’s just came into some very… lucrative land that we could gain from if you marry Miss. Y/n L/n.”
Mattheo’s eyes flickered to the drawing room door. After a moment, he asked, “is that her name? Y/n?”
Bellatrix stared at him, aghast. “You didn’t bother to learn her name?!” She scoffed. “With a son like you…”
She pushed open the drawing room doors and Mattheo trudged after her, muttering, “at least I know her name now.”
You had been waiting for seven minutes and thirty nine seconds in the drawing room of Riddle Estate, the trackage of time dependent on the old grandfather clock standing ominously in the corner. Its pendulum swung back and forth continuously as its second hand ticked by. Mrs. Riddle had left seven minutes and thirty nine seconds ago to fetch her son.
While the room was perfectly clean, not a speck of dust on even the highest chandelier, it was still a cold and morose room, yet oddly epochal. The wood was the darkest mahogany you had ever seen and the lights cast odd shadows on the dark green wallpaper that had inlays of gold.
Your teacup that you were trying to hold steady was filled with a sad excuse for tea. There was a ring of gold around the mouth of the teacup. On the table beside you, a notch that looked as if someone dug a knife into the surface caught your attention. It was the little things like this that you noticed when you had nothing else to do. Your mind was trying to distract you.
The door then swung open and there stood your fiancé, his stare daring you to oppose him.
“Uh,” you stood, your teacup and saucer still in hand. You quickly placed them on the table, right over the knife nick. “Y/n L/n,” you introduced yourself. You bowed your head in an informal curtsy.
Mattheo’s eyes flickered over your face. “Mattheo Riddle,” he said coldly. His voice was practically velvet. You didn’t mean to look him up and down, but you couldn’t help it. He was to be your husband, after all.
Mattheo’s hair coiled at the end and his eyes were just as dark as his curls. His nose had a scarred cut on it that looked as if it was just beginning to heal. Your fiancés cheekbones were practically sculpted from marble and for a moment, you believed that the gods had simply breathed life into a statue. Did this make you Pygmalion and Mattheo Galatea?
If it weren’t for their lethal eyes and stern posture, perhaps more would be friendly to the Riddles.
Mattheo spoke, “you’re to be my fiancée.” It wasn’t a question.
“Yes.” You had the urge to add ‘sir’ at the end, but you bit your tongue.
Bellatrix hissed something to Mattheo and thrust a small object into his hands. Mattheo rolled his eyes and stalked towards you. “My family ring,” he grumbled. He held out an intricate silver ring with three bands interweaving. A green jewel cut into a thin diamond shape sat steadily in the middle. “It has been in the Riddle family for generations. It’s tradition to pass it down to the wife of the firstborn son. And now that is you…”
He trailed off and handed the ring to you, it laying flat on his palm. You took it from him, trying to minimise contact with Mattheo. You nodded in thanks and slid it into your ring finger.
It seemed too concrete to fathom.
Mattheo stared at the ring on your finger. A muscle jumped in his jaw. “My… wife,” he murmured halfheartedly.
***
Three weeks had passed since the wedding and it was as if you had never gotten married in the first place. Yes, it was unsettling to wake up in a bed that wasn’t your own next to a man that you were supposed to call your own. But other than necessary, Mattheo had hardly uttered a word to you.
In the three weeks you had stayed there, you had seen Mattheo a total of twenty eight times, including mornings and nights when you were forced to sleep in the same bed.
Your mornings, afternoons, and nights were all incredibly boring. You took long meals, pushing your food around. Sometimes you just sat by the window and watched the wind blow bits of grass and dirt past the window. The servants were still extracting the dust between the couch cushions and you tried to stay out of the way, but it only made you feel more isolated.
Mattheo was holed up in his office day in and day out. He had now inherited a large portion of his father’s company and Mattheo was determined to uphold the honour bestowed upon him. He had drafted contracts, sold and bought land, and even hosted a few dinner parties for his associates.
You detested the dinner parties. Thankfully, Mattheo had yet to invite you to one - hell, he had yet to speak to you about the dinner parties. You had learned of the first dinner party when you had wandered downstairs one late evening because you were thirsty. You had stared at the group of strangers, all dressed in elegance, as they stared back at you in your night clothes. Not saying a word, you had sighed and returned upstairs.
You hadn’t been eager for the marriage, but wouldn't it befit Mattheo to show some affection? Or at least acknowledge your presence?
While you had continuously tried to get your husband to open up to you, his answers had been short and venomous.
It had been a long, monotonous day for you. You had returned to the master bedroom about two hours earlier than you normally would have if you were at home.
With the wealth that you came from, the opulence was sure to be evident, but you had underestimated the Riddle family’s prestige. When Mattheo had first shown you your shared bedroom, you had to allow a flicker of surprise break through your facade. The bedroom was larger than any room in your old home and had a large bed in the middle. The lamps on the bedside table were always dimly lit and the design of the room was the same as the rest of the house - dark and bereft of love and care.
Your hair had been brushed enough, but you kept brushing simply for something to do while Mattheo finished up in the bathroom. Mattheo walked out of the ensuite with a towel wrapped around his waist. His curls were plastered to his forehead and a bead of water ran down his sternum.
Your eyes flickered to his figure through the mirror, taking in the dips and curves of Mattheo’s muscles as he silently got ready for bed. You tore your gaze away, berating yourself.
You built up your courage and tried to think of a conversation starter. You commented, “my parents wrote to me today.” After no reply from Mattheo, you continued, “they asked me when we would give them grandchildren.” You set your hairbrush down and stared at Mattheo through the mirror, looking for some sort of reaction.
Mattheo hummed noncommittally and put on some sleep pants. He used his towel to begin drying his hair. “It would be behoove us to produce some heirs,” he spoke. His tone was dismissive, as if children were nothing more than an obligation or duty to fulfil.
“Right,” you muttered, knowing that an uninterested reaction was all you were going to get out of him.
You stood and moved towards the bed. “Goodnight,” you whispered, turning off the bedside lamp and tucking yourself into bed. Mattheo was still putting on his nightclothes and had yet to get into bed.
As you turned off the light and got into bed, Mattheo finished drying himself off and slid into his own pyjamas. He sat down beside you, but didn't bother turning off his own lamp. Instead, he laid against the headboard, reading a book. "Goodnight," he finally mumbled, not even looking at you.
You curled into your blanket. After a moment, you asked quietly, “what book are you reading?”
He looked at you over the top of his book. "None of your business," he replied curtly.
You simply uttered, “okay.”
Mattheo felt an unwanted and unusual feeling root itself deep in his stomach. He scoffed and said sarcastically, "fine. Go ahead and keep asking questions all night long if it amuses you so." He opened his book again and pretended to read.
A longing and lonely pang resonated in your chest at his harsh words. You didn’t respond and instead turned your face into your pillow. You had known that your marriage was to be loveless, but it still hurt at every unspoken word. Perhaps, if you had been five years younger when you married Mattheo, your spirit would still be alive with the juvenile belief that you could stand up to him.
Mattheo huffed and his gaze turned up to stare at the wall ahead of him. “If you’re so miserable, then why don’t you just leave?” he snapped, not even bothering to hide his bitterness. “I am sure your family would simply love to have you back.” He flipped another page in his book, not even bothering to look at the printed words.
“I never said I was miserable,” you answered quietly, even though Mattheo knew it wasn’t true. Perhaps, though, you believed it to be true. You took a steadying breath, closing your eyes.
Your husband smirked and leaned against the headboard. “What do you call your attitude, then? Why are you so downtrodden and defeated? Surely, you can’t blame me for being frustrated by it.” He knew that he should be taking account of making you feel this way, but he still tried to justify his behaviour.
“Goodnight,” you reiterated.
Mattheo sighed dramatically. “Whatever,” he grunted. He closed his book, threw it on the nightstand, and turned off his lamp. The room was encased in darkness except for the dim moonlight coming through the window. He shifted towards the edge of the bed, making sure a noticeable gap was between the two of you.
He thought back to your conversation. “Why don’t you just leave?”
It was too late now to apologise.
***
Mattheo let the door swing shut behind him, returning to Riddle Manor after an outing with friends. He glanced around, waiting for a servant to take his coat, but no one answered. An eyebrow cocked, Mattheo slowly walked up the stairs, hearing you instruct the servants on something, every other sentence of yours either containing, ‘please’ or ‘thank you’. Up on the landing, he found you directing a servant who was pulling a rack of your clothing. “What the hell are you doing?” he demanded. “Have you lost your damn mind? Are you trying to send a message or something?”
“You’ve made it perfectly clear that you have no interest in me, so I’m trying to make this marriage as civilised as possible,” you said diplomatically. “I believe that if I move to the West Wing and leave you in the East Wing, it will benefit our marriage.”
“What exactly do you hope to accomplish with this piteous attempt at attention?” he asked rhetorically. “Do you think it’ll make me want you more?” He stuck his tongue in his cheek, grinning incredulously. “You’re delusional if you think that’s even remotely possible.” He stepped closer to you, towering over you with anger in his eyes. “This is not some game, L/n. This is marriage. You’re stuck with me whether you like it or not.”
“I’m aware that we’re married, Riddle,” you retorted. “And don’t refer to me by L/n anymore. I am now a Riddle - just like you. However, I am not going to live in a state of constant sorrow and dejection. Having a wing of the mansion to myself may help.”
Mattheo’s jaw tightened as he stared at you, irritated by your resistance. “Fine,” he growled. “But don’t expect me to come running after you when you decide you want attention. You’re on your own now.” He turned away from you and walked into his now solo bedroom. “Just remember - this is your choice.”
You felt your anger inflate. “I thought you would like this!” Your voice rose and you tugged a hand through your hair. It was the first time in your marriage that you had fought back. “I have done everything I can to please you, yet nothing is enough for you!” Your voice turned desperate. “What do you want from me?”
He stopped in his tracks, turning around with surprise and disgust on his face. “Dammit, Y/n! Don’t yell at me like that!” His voice thundered, stepping towards you. “I never asked for any of this! I didn’t ask for a wife or for you to try so hard to please me! All of this is ridiculous.” His hand slashed through the air to make a point. “All I want is some space. Space to figure out what the hell I want. But let’s make one thing clear: I don’t care about you.”
“Am I not giving you space?” Your fists clenched at your sides. “I am moving out of the bedroom and out of your way. Yet, you erupt at me and get angry over nothing! You send me mixed messages and I don’t know what to do.”
Mattheo took a breath, trying to regain control over his emotions. “I am not erupting! Lord, you are so sensitive!” he snapped, running a hand over his face. “Can’t you listen for once? I am not sending you mixed signals. I am trying to figure out my place in this unorthodox situation we’re in.”
After a beat of silence, you asked firmly, “did you talk about me?” After seeing a flicker of confusion on his face, you clarified, “when you were out with your friends, did you talk about me? Did you rant about how annoying I was? Did you complain about marriage?”
His lips parted before taking a breath. “Yes, I talked about you,” he admitted begrudgingly. “I complained about how frustrating I find you and how frustrated I am with my parents for arranging this senseless marriage.”
“What did they say?” you insisted. “Did they sympathise? Did they laugh at me? Did they add fuel to your fire by commenting about how… how ‘needy’ and ‘sensitive’ I am?”
Mattheo made a low sound in his chest and rubbed his temples, frustrated by your persistence. “They agreed with me, yes. A few believed that you are too emotionally attached and sentimental. Others chalked it up to the pains of an average marriage.”
Your anger flared up and you said, “Let me tell you this: I never wanted marriage either. But I at least tried. I tried to be a nice and loving wife and a kind human.” You turned on your heel, marching out of the bedroom and towards the West Wing.
Mattheo watched you go, an unwanted feeling of guilt washing over him. He sighed and walked over to the window. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. “Why is everything so damn complicated?”
For the next couple of weeks, you stayed true to your word. You avoided Mattheo and his office and stayed in your wing of the mansion. After a week or two, you decided to explore the mansion, stumbling upon a magnificent library. You inhaled in veneration when someone cleared their throat. Mattheo stood behind you, raising an brow. After a silence, you said recalcitrantly, “you never told me that Riddle Manor had a library.”
He smirked at your thinly veiled hatred, amused despite himself. “Well, now you know,” he said dryly. “It’s a perk of living in a Riddle household.” He walked over to a bookshelf and began browsing for a book he required for a contract that was being drafting. He showed no sign of embarrassment or discomfort at your presence. “You may use it whenever you want. But don’t expect me to join a book club or anything juvenile.”
“I would never dream of it,” you said sarcastically. You step further into the library and can’t help but gape at the vastness. You trailed your fingers over the book spines, breathing in the smell of old books. You crouched down to examine a series of poetry titles. “I can read any of these?” you asked hesitantly.
He nodded and leaned against the shelf behind him, crossing his arms over his chest. “Feel free to read whatever you would like. They’re here for the entire household. Well, the servants don’t have time to read books, so in a Riddle household, the parents and children use the library the most.” Your hand faltered over the titles. “If you find something that catches your eye, go ahead and take it. I won’t stop you.” There was a hint of curiosity in his voice, as if he wished to know what topics and books piqued your interest. You hummed quietly, not fully acknowledging his words. You were already picking up a book and leafing through it. Mattheo watched you for a moment, his eyes softening briefly.
Everyday, you returned to the library. It was an escape from the walls of your room and the walls that Mattheo had put up around his heart.
Eventually, the servants recognised your routine and began to start a fire in the fireplace to keep you warm. They moved a loveseat in front of the fire that you gratefully used. You devoured the poetry collection, including Shakespeare and Edgar Allen Poe, and started on the classics. Every once in a while, Mattheo would come into the library, but he wouldn’t talk. He simply took a book and returned to his study. Sometimes, you wondered if he remembered you lived in the mansion with him.
Mattheo found himself frequenting the library more often, looking for books he had never needed before. A swell of pride filled him whenever he saw you by the fire, knowing that something in his home brought you such comfort. He still refused to speak to you, maintaining distance and ignoring your existence, but he found himself increasingly drawn to your presence.
One day, on a whim, he decided to take a risk and left a stack of his favourite books on the table next to your chair. That afternoon, you found the stack of books. You smiled despite yourself, though you didn't make any comment to Mattheo. You picked up the first book, sat down in the chair, and began to read.
A week later, Mattheo was hosting a dinner party for his associates. He didn’t say a word about it to you, though you heard the servants preparing for it. You decided not to go, opting to stay in your safe haven of the library.
After an hour or so of faint music, you heard the door to the library squeak open and your head whipped up. You saw one of Mattheo’s friends, Tom, enter and look around. He spotted you and his lips curled up into a smirk. “So you’re the wife we’ve heard so much about?”
Your stomach clenched and you replied, “I guess so.”
Tom’s smirk grew wider as he took in your terse response, enjoying your obvious discomfort. He approached you with a lecherous gaze in his eyes before asking, “and how do you find life as Mrs. Riddle? Are you enjoying your… arrangement?” His words dripped with sarcasm, not believing for a moment that you and Mattheo were married for love.
You stared at him. “It has its perks,” you said simply.
Tom laughed derisively at your response, not convinced by your nonchalance. “And what are those perks?” he asked, moving closer to you. “Extravagant gifts? Luxurious vacations? Or simply the privilege of being married to such a powerful man?”
You squared your shoulders. “I am powerful without a man,” you said sharply. “I do not need a man to determine my worth and prowess.”
Tom scoffed. “Really? How exactly did you become powerful on your own?” he asked, challenging you. “I find it hard to believe that you could ever achieve anything significant without the backing of a powerful husband behind you.” He leaned in closer, grinning.
You closed your book with a snap. “The L/n family,” you said, talking of your maiden lineage, “has had control over many estates and affairs for decades. Without Mattheo Riddle, I would’ve inherited half of it, second only to my brother. I would’ve had four auspicious companies at my ready disposal, capable of doing most anything. So, yes, sir, I would have been momentous without him.”
Tom’s smirk faded as he recognised your family name. He remained undeterred, however, stating, “that explains why your husband was so eager to marry you. He must see you as a valuable asset to his business empire.”
As you opened your mouth to retort, the door banged open and Mattheo strode into the library.
Mattheo had noticed Tom’s absence from his party, but when it became too long to be excused as a restroom break, Mattheo had asked his brother, Enzo, if he had seen where he had gone. Enzo had smiled a small smile and whispered, “Tom went to the library. Where your darling wife stays hidden.”
Mattheo saw red.
He barged into the library, a deadly, lethal, and borderline possessive look deep in his eyes. When he saw Tom flanking you, Mattheo’s expression darkened and his hands clenched into a ready fist. “What the hell are you doing here?” Mattheo demanded, his voice low and dangerous. “This is a private wing of my home - not some place for you to bother my wife.”
Mattheo moved closer to you, placing himself between you and Tom as if to protect you from further harm.
Tom quickly stepped back and placed a confident demeanour on his face. “I was simply having a conversation with your lovely wife here,” Tom gritted his teeth.
You scoffed and rolled your eyes, showing clearly that Tom was lying and intruding. You saw Mattheo’s eyes flicker down to you, his eyes softening reassuringly before snapping back to Tom, malice in his gaze.
“Don’t lie to me,” Mattheo snapped at Tom. “There’s no need for any sort of interaction or conversation with my wife unless I am present.” Mattheo placed a hand on the top of your chair, his fingers gripping it and his bicep flexing slightly to warn Tom.
Tom’s eyes flicked with something you hadn’t seen before: fear. Fear commonly associated with the Riddle name. He adjusted his collar and straightened his posture. “Of course, Mr. Riddle,” he said bitterly.
You raised a brow. “I think it’s time for you to go now,” you said, your face stoic. Tom bowed his head slightly before exiting the library. You didn’t look up to meet Mattheo’s eye. You murmured, “you didn’t have to do that. I had it covered.”
Mattheo watched Tom until he completely left the room before turning to look down on you. His voice was threatening, “you may have been able to handle Tom, but I won’t tolerate anyone disrespecting or harassing you while you’re under my roof. Consider this a warning - if anyone tries to cross you again, they will regret it.”
“Perhaps you should tell your coworkers that. Not me,” you replied.
Mattheo’s expression was cold. “Fine. I will,” he growled. “I will not sit idly by and allow anyone to disrespect my wife.” He let go of your chair and adjusted the cuffs of his suit. As if in a business meeting, he said, “And consider this another warning: if you continue to act so stubbornly, I won’t hesitate to remind you of your place in this marriage.”
“My place in this marriage is your wife!” you cried out, finally standing up. “Your equal! Something you seem to forget until it’s convenient for you. Or until another man threatens your… your property! I doubt you see me any differently than this house or your assets.”
Mattheo grabbed onto your arm tightly, pulling you close and leaning down so his face was inches from yours. “Do not ever speak to me like that. You are not my equal - you are my wife and I decide what is best for both of us. If you cannot accept that, then you should reconsider your place in this marriage.” He released your arm and turned away from you, striding towards the door. “I suggest you reflect on your behaviour,” he added icily, leaving the room without looking back.
After he left the library, you let out a scream of frustration. You shoved the pile of books that Mattheo had carefully curated to the floor. They tumbled down, book after book, covers opening and pages bending. Tears pricked at your eyes as you examined the scene.
You slumped into your chair, the fire in front of your crackling softly, emitting a calming warmth.
Eventually, you fell asleep in the chair, tear stains on your cheeks. In the morning, you woke to the serene morning light filtering into the room - a vast contrast to your mood. The fire had dissolved into crackling embers. Tucked on top of you was a thick blanket and the stack of books that you had pushed over had been re-piled and stood majestically atop the table.
You sighed, knowing you should thank the servants for taking care of you and cleaning up.
After you walked to the kitchen, your footfalls heavy, you thanked the servants, who were finishing preparing breakfast. They exchanged glances and one piped up, “Ma’am, while we appreciate the sentiment, we didn’t do that. We weren’t aware that you were still in the library. We believed you had retired to bed before the social last night.” They paused and then added, “however, Mr. Riddle didn’t go to bed. He was in his study until morning light.”
“Oh,” was all you could say. You bid them an awkward goodbye before entering the dining hall.
Mattheo was already seated at the head of the table, his expression exhausted and distant. He didn’t acknowledge you when you approached, focusing instead on the uneaten plate of food in front of him.
You sat down opposite him and muttered, “the servants informed me that you blanketed me last night and cleaned up the books.” You hesitated and finally said, “thank you.”
Mattheo looked up briefly, his expression unreadable, but he didn’t respond directly. “It was necessary,” he said simply. “You should not be cold and uncomfortable in your own home.” He doesn’t make any effort to engage in conversation beyond that. Something was weighing heavily on his mind and he seemed preoccupied by it.
You hummed in response. Eventually, you stood and whispered to your husband before walking out, “you are not as cold as you want to seem. You needn’t keep the facade up with me.”
Mattheo looked up briefly before returning to his food. His expression relaxed, but he didn’t respond.
***
Later that day, Mattheo sat in his study as he always did. A knock came from the door and he glanced at the clock. It was a bit early for lunch to be delivered, but he announced, “come in.”
The door creaked open and your head peeked into the room. Mattheo’s brows furrowed - not with malice, but with scrutiny. You entered and sat in one of the two seats next to his fireplace. Silently, you cracked open a book you had brought and began to read.
Mattheo watched you intently, his gaze never wavering as he took in every detail of your face. He tried to find any acrimonious intent behind your actions, but you looked so peaceful. He found himself noticing the details of your face and your beauty as the fire cast warm highlights on your eyes. “What are you doing?” he asked eventually, his voice holding an armour of needed suspicion.
“Reading,” you said simply.
Mattheo frowned, not convinced by your answer. Why would you read in his study after the way he had been treating you? He leaned back in his chair, his work forgotten. “Isn’t there something more important that you could be occupying your time with?” he challenged.
“Not particularly,” you responded. “You’re in charge of the companies and estates. I have nothing to do. I thought I would accompany you. You must get lonely in a study by yourself.”
Mattheo narrowed his eyes, but ultimately nodded slowly. “Alright,” he agreed after a moment. “But don’t think I will stop working simply because my wife is here.” His posture grew taut as he began looking over documents again. “This is still my office and I expect you to behave accordingly.”
“I’m simply reading,” you murmured, a smile inching its way up your lips.
Henceforth, a routine was established. Every morning, you would knock on Mattheo’s study door, usually an hour or so after he began working. There was rarely conversation, the silence being broken by Mattheo’s scratch of a quill or you turning pages, occasionally being disrupted by the loud crack of a log in the fire.
One day, you had finished your book (it was an excellent book, one from the pile Mattheo had recommended) and stood to go retrieve another one. At the sound of your footsteps leaving his office, Mattheo’s head darted up and he suddenly asked, “where are you going?”
You paused and turned back to him. “I’m to get a new book. Unfortunately, as wonderful as this one was, it had an ending like all books do.”
Mattheo frowned and a hint of vulnerability broke through his exterior. “Get a servant to do it,” he offered.
“Well, I don’t know which one I want,” you counted, raising a brow in a smirk.
He huffed and shook his head, returning his eyes to his documents. He grumbled, “I will commission the servants to build you a small bookshelf for my office. You can keep your books there.” You stood, watching him for a moment, admiring him until his gaze snapped up. “Well, go get your book,” he said sharply. “… but hurry back,” he added in a mumble.
You finally smiled at him before exiting and Mattheo gazed at the place you once stood, trying to memorise how your lips curled up and your eyes crinkled when you smiled.
He rather liked it when you smiled.
***
“Are you alright?”
You sniffed and laughed. “Yes, yes. I’m being foolish.” You wiped some tears from your eyes. “My book is very good.”
Mattheo chuckled lowly. “And what made you cry, hm?”
“A daughter and father interaction,” you replied quietly.
“Was the father cruel to the daughter?” Mattheo laughed tersely, shaking his head at his documents. “Are your feelings not strong enough to withstand their wrath?”
You frowned at Mattheo, setting the book down. “No,” you corrected slowly. “The father was being kind to his daughter. He was supporting her and loving her; as a father should.” There was a pause as Mattheo looked up at you. “I know that the Riddles are a harsher family - I’ve known ever since I knew I was to marry you. But… but are you alright?”
You felt absurd asking the question. Yet, when Mattheo couldn’t meet your eye, a wistful sadness blanketing the room, you felt as if you should’ve asked the simple question weeks earlier.
For a moment, he said nothing. Then Mattheo turned in his chair so his back was facing you. "I'm fine," he finally answered, his voice rough and strained. "I am used to dealing with it, I suppose." Despite his insistence that he didn't need anyone's pity or concern, your words seem to have affected him more deeply than he wanted to admit.
“May I ask a question?” you asked softly.
Mattheo hesitated for a moment before nodding, his eyes never leaving the window as he spoke. "Ask away," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. He then cleared his throat and said, "but I won’t give a warm and fuzzy answer."
There was a pregnant pause in the air as you gathered your courage up and suddenly thrust your fears upon your husband. “If we ever have children, which we’re somewhat expected to,” you added hurriedly. “I don’t want them to grow up in a household where they feel as if they have to vie for love or attention. And I don’t want me to be the only one giving them attention.” Mattheo turned his head so his face was angled toward you, but his eyes could still stray to the window if need be. “If we have kids, can you promise that you’ll love them? Even if you don’t love me?”
Even though your voice was steady, Mattheo knew of the vulnerability deeply rooted within you.
He nodded cautiously, his expression serious. "I promise," he said firmly. "I may not love you, but I will love our children unconditionally. They will never have to compete for my affection or feel neglected. I may not be a fond father, but I will provide for them and protect them as best I can." A protectiveness filled his veins just at the thought of something happening to his future children.
You nodded once, a sad smile on your face. “Perhaps we’ll have a big family. Enough children to start a sports team.” You smiled at the thought, laughing lightly.
Mattheo smiled, despite himself, imagining a large brood of children running around the manor. It was an oddly appealing idea, even if he wouldn't admit it out loud. "We'll see," he said noncommittally. "I'd rather have lots of sons; they'll carry on the family name and ensure my legacy continues." He turned back around and attempted to focus on his work.
“And daughters too.” You frowned, staring at your husband, even if he wouldn’t spare you a glance. “Daughters can carry on the family name just as well as sons.” A muscle in your jaw ticked.
Mattheo scowled at your defiance, his eyes narrowing slightly. Why hadn’t you just fallen into line? "Fine, daughters too," he reluctantly agrees. "But make no mistake, they will be raised to be strong and capable like their brothers. The Riddle name demands nothing less."
“And the sons can be soft and caring and sensitive,” you said firmly, crossing your arms. “I thought we agreed that they wouldn’t have to vie for affection. I thought we agreed that they wouldn’t have needless competition in their life. I don’t want them to grow up… like, well… you.” You finally uttered the words that had been hanging off your tongue dangerously.
Mattheo’s expression hardened as he clenched his fist tightly. "Fine!" he snapped. "They can be whatever the hell you want them to be! But don't expect me to sit back and watch while they become weaklings and failures. We need to teach them to be strong and ruthless like I am." He stood up abruptly, knocking over his chair in the process.
You jump up after him, crossing towards him. You whirled to a stop in front of him, jabbing a finger towards his chest. “Listen here, Riddle. Just because someone is kind and vulnerable doesn’t mean they’re weak!” You growled, “and just because you grew up like that, does not mean that’s the type of household I am going to have.”
Mattheo stepped forward and his hand flew up to grip your wrist. His eyes blazed with anger, but then something changed in his expression and he took a step back, looking surprised at his own reaction. "You're right," he admitted begrudgingly. "I shouldn't have assumed that being vulnerable meant being weak." He ran a hand through his hair, looking embarrassed, yet resolute in his decision. "But don't expect me to be a pushover either. I'll still teach them to be strong and independent."
“Strong and independent are good qualities,” you conceded. “Both for the boys and girls.”
"Agreed," he said. Mattheo straightened his cuffs and cleared his throat. "Our children will be taught to be strong and independent, regardless of gender. They will know that they are loved and valued by both of us, equally." He held out his hand to you, indicating that the argument was over - for now at least. "Deal?"
“Deal.” You shook his hand defiantly. It was a business deal, but a good deal at least.
Mattheo exhaled and brushed past you. “I’m to a meeting,” he informed you. It was a simple comment , one that was an offhand remark, but to you, Mattheo had just let you into his life. It was something he had never done before. Even if it was just a response to where he was off to, it was a window into his life. A life that now may have enough room to hold you.
Mattheo paused when he reached the door. “I never knew the way I grew up was wrong until I saw other families. I saw the parents bending down to listen to their children instead of hushing them. I saw parents comforting their children after scraped knees, not pushing them to the kitchen for some rubbing alcohol. I saw parents beaming when their child could plunk out the simplest of tunes on the piano. No one else got berated for being out of rhythm or playing a D instead of an E. I never saw another child get slapped by their parents or scolded as harshly as I was. It was around then I realised that something was wrong. But what was I to do about it?”
Words dried in your throat. You wanted to cry at his words, but you felt dried out. How could someone treat their child like that? It explained so much…
Your husband was a fragile man, you were just realising. And he was trying to pick up the pieces and present them to you in the only way he knew how.
"The stars remind me of you,” he said quietly, the change in conversation sudden. “I mean that in the best possible way.” His voice was the softest and most tender as you had ever heard it. You hoped he would keep speaking the melodies that made your heart sing in tune.
“How so?” you asked, afraid to break the plane of existence that you and Mattheo were carefully standing on.
"They are so beautiful, yet so far away. I may see them, but I can never touch them."
***
The servants didn’t know what to do. The master and mistress, Mr. and Mrs. Riddle, seemed to be at a ceasefire. The cooks lamented at how they had seemed to be doing so well. The maids thought they were destined to doom from the start. The butlers gossiped about Mr. Riddle’s letters to a Mr. Tom, terminating their long-term partnership. The scullery maid still had hope that the husband and wife would come to their senses and live a happy life.
It perplexed the servants when the mistress requested to move her belongings back into the master bedroom and the master looked on, a soft smile on his lips. It confused the servants when the Mr and Mrs began taking meals together and talking in hushed tones late into the night. And it bamboozled the servants when, one summer afternoon, the Lord of the household stood from his desk, cautiously moved to his Lady that was reading by the open window, and asked her to accompany him on a walk. She had accepted.
There was to be a dinner party, this time hosted at Mr. Draco Malfoy’s manor, that Mr. Riddle was expected to attend. Per usual, the master didn’t invite the mistress, but she was content to stay home. A maid briefly heard the madam whisper to her husband, “hurry home, please? I don’t like it when you’re away.” The maid had scurried away before she could hear the reply.
Mattheo returned home that night, just before the sun was setting. He climbed the steps, unbuttoning his cuffs and loosening his tie. The soft glow of light was still shining under your shared bedroom - something he still hadn’t gotten used to - and Mattheo couldn’t help but smile.
“Why are you still up?” he asked quietly when he entered the room.
“You promised to be home early and I wanted to see you before I go to bed,” you reminded him, a small book in your hands.
“Right, right.” Mattheo chuckled and shook his head, slinging off his tie and jacket.
“How was the dinner?”
Mattheo hummed noncommittally. “Not the worst. A couple of my good friends, Theo and Pansy, were there to help alleviate the pain of socialising. But… I found something odd happening.”
“And what was that, husband?” Mattheo took a moment to relish in the way that word curled off your tongue effortlessly.
“I found myself wishing you were there. Nay,” he quickly corrected himself. “I wished I was here with you.”
“Oh?” Your eyes flickered up towards Mattheo, a slight blush coming to your cheeks. “Why… what do you mean by that?”
Mattheo began to unbutton his shirt and moved towards his closet. “Well,” he admitted, mumbling to himself. “I simply mean that instead of having to socialise with people who are too tightly wound and whose only intent is to take my money,” he chucked his belt into his closet and rolled up his sleeves, “I would rather be at home with my darling wife.”
A smile inched up your lips. “Really? Tell me more about this darling wife of yours.”
Mattheo hummed, stepping towards the bed. He crawled down on the bed, leaning on his forearms to lean up towards you. “My wife… I’ve come to care deeply about her. She is a beautiful, elegant woman, one who has a fiery tongue about her and an intelligent brain that even I cannot rival. She always seems to get her way, even when I try to fight back. It’s as if my wife has a command over me that I have willingly submitted to. And I am not ashamed to say so.” He lightly caressed your arm, sending a trail of goosebumps up your skin.
“You must be careful, Mattheo,” you uttered. “That sounds an awful lot like love.”
Mattheo brought his eyes up to meet yours, the sting of tears building up behind them. His voice cracked as he said, “that’s the first time you’ve called me by my name, Y/n.”
Your lips parted in shock. “I- I didn’t realise. I’m sorry-”
“Don’t you dare apologise,” Mattheo demanded before reaching up to pull you into a kiss.
His lips were soft and meaningful against yours, hungrily trying to gather every ounce of love from you. His kisses were feverish at first, his strong hand coming up to cup your jawline, his fingers just teasing behind your ear, before his lips slowed. Mattheo was a starved man and he wouldn’t let anyone take away his only solace. He shifted so he could be closer to you, gently taking the book from your hands as you surrendered yourself to him. Your hands found his silk shirt, gripping it in your fists. He placed the book on the nightstand and moved so he was hovering over you, never once letting a second go by without feeling your skin against his.
Mattheo slowly, achingly pulled away from you and his eyes fluttered open to meet yours. “My darling, my love, my life,” he murmured, dragging a knuckle down your cheek. “I apologise for everything I have ever done or said that made you feel inferior. I would be happy to kneel for you in front of my associates and family members - just to show them how much power you have over me.” He took a breath before persisting, “I was foolish. I was incompetent. I didn’t realise how much love I held for you. It is, and always will be, only you. I will promise you this: you will be the only woman I ever touch, the only voice I ever want to hear, the only skin I will ever caress, and the only eyes I ever want to see. I will wake and fall, every morning and night, thinking of you. You are the other half of my heart, for it is you who I love. I will place the galaxies and stars in the night sky for you. If you are ever unhappy, my love, I will not rest until I see you smile again. If you are ever mad, my love, I shall smite whatever upsets you, even if it is I. And I would die a happy man if you could give me only an ounce of what I give you.”
Your breath shook and you swore Mattheo had injected ambrosia into your veins for you were sure your blood was singing with the love that was filling your soul. “I wrote a letter to your mother today,” you offered quietly, as if your mere words could ever compare to the love poem Mattheo had just gifted to you. “And I thanked her.” Mattheo’s eyes flashed with confusion. You continued, “I thanked her for birthing such a wonderful husband and for raising him. I know you u wish to renounce your family, but as of now, I want to thank them with all my heart. Mattheo, I love you.”
“And I you,” Mattheo whispered, bringing his forehead down to rest on yours. His nose bumped against your cheek and he couldn’t contain his grin anymore. “How did I ever get so lucky?” he mumbled.
You laughed lightly. “Luck? Fate?”
Mattheo shook his head and his nose brushed light curves over your skin. “No, my wife. Simply love. Pure, unconditional love.”
***
The house was bright, the curtains pulled as far open as they could be. Some servants scuttled around, holding laundry or preparing for dinner. Meanwhile, Mattheo strode leisurely through the halls, smiling lovingly as his nephews chased each other through the halls. “What do I say, boys?” he called after them.
“Have fun, be safe, and don’t get caught!” they yelled back before running around a corner.
Enzo jogged after them and grumbled to Mattheo, “it’s not your duty to rule them up.”
“As their favourite uncle, yes, it is.”
“Your wife is in Andromeda’s room,” Enzo told his brother before sprinting off after his sons. Enzo wasn’t usually at Riddle Manor, but today was a special day. It was Orion’s birthday.
Mattheo chuckled to himself before Orion raced up the steps, panting. “Papa! Papa!”
Mattheo grinned widely and scooped Orion up. “Are you alright, hm? What’ve you been up to?”
“Aunt Pansy’s carriage just pulled up!” Orion bounced in Mattheo’s arms, beaming.
“And you’re not even dressed,” Mattheo stared at Orion, pretending to be stunned. “Where’s your mother, Ori?”
“She’s helping Andy get dressed,” Orion announced. Mattheo nodded and carried his son to his daughter’s room. “Mum!” Orion cried out, seeing Y/n standing behind Andromeda, knotting her hair into a braid.
“Oh, my darling,” Y/n tied Andy’s hair up before crossing to Mattheo and taking Orion from his arms. “Are you excited for your birthday?”
Orion hummed excitedly and wiggled down from Y/n’s arms. He darted to Andromeda and wrapped himself around her in a tight hug. Andromeda grumbled, but allowed him to cling to her as she finished her hair and rouge.
Mattheo took Y/n’s hand and pulled her back toward him, nudging his nose against hers. “Look at that,” he murmured, reaching down to play with the silver and green ring on your finger. “Mine.” He pressed a kiss to your temple. Slowly, as to not arouse suspicion from your children, he backed you up and caged you against the wall in his arms. “Seven years with you and two beautiful children to show for it.”
“Hey, mum? Where’s my- eugh!” Andromeda turned around and reeled back from the scene in front of her. “For the love of Salazar, please get a room!”
“We are in a room.” Mattheo smirked, glancing up from the crook of your neck.
“Aren’t you two, if I'm doing my calculations correctly, nearing thirty years old?” Andromeda tsked and rolled her eyes.
“You believe that simply because we’re getting older, I’m going to stop loving your mother?” Mattheo chuckled before pressing a light kiss to your jawline.
You shivered and tucked your face into your husband’s chest. “Matty, spare the poor children,” you chastised lightly. “What do you need, darling?” you turned towards Andromeda.
“You used to call me that,” Mattheo whined. He stepped back from you, letting you out of his embrace.
Andromeda sighed and asked, “where is my white shawl? It’ll go well with the dress I’m planning to wear to Orion’s party.”
“Why does it matter what you wear to Orion’s party?” Mattheo asked, puzzled.
“Because Albus Potter is going to be here,” you said as if it were obvious.
“Harry Potter’s son?” Mattheo asked incredulously. “That scumbag?”
Both you and Andromeda ignored Mattheo and Orion left the room at the sound of Aunt Pansy entering the foyer and shouting out for her favourite nephew.
“Your shawl should be in the library,” you answered. “Ori was using it as a blanket yesterday.”
Andromeda sighed and turned towards the door. “He needs to stop taking my things. Just last week he stole my candelabra so he could read in the dark. Perhaps you should accelerate his schooling. He’s getting bored, you know.”
“We’ll raise our own son, thank you, Andromeda,” Mattheo raised a brow. Andy huffed and and flicked her dress out behind her dramatically, exiting the room. Mattheo turned to you and said, “they get that from you. The love of reading.”
“Yes, but they get their flair for the dramatics from you. And lest us not forget, you keep fuelling our love of literature by buying more books and expanding our library,” you countered.
Mattheo hummed. “‘Tis true. But how could I live without spoiling my wife and children?” He whirled you around in his arms and pressed a long kiss to your lips. “Speaking of children, what would you think of expanding our family?”
You let out a laugh. “You simply like the act of making a bigger family.”
“I love my children too,” Mattheo defended.
You reached up and brushed some of his hair away from his face. “Yes you do,” you smiled up at him. “You love your family very much.”
“Always.”
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summary: it was only meant to be a purely transactional relationship. he would help her strengthen her abilities in return for her getting his friends out of his father's nasty path. he didn't mean to fall for her, but loving her was the easiest thing in his dark world.
series status: ongoing
“serendipity is the phenomenon of discovering something interesting or valuable by chance”
no use of y/n, but your general nickname is Meadow. All characters are aged up to be over 18. and bellatrix isn't mattheo's mother in this fic (just fyi)
pairings: mattheo riddle x fem!ravenclaw reader; platonic!slytherins x fem!reader; platonic!golden trio x fem!reader
warning(s): 18+ content, angst, fluff, some canon compliance, some canon divergence, typical wizarding world violence, war, torture, drugging, hospitals, familial problems, mean!harry, mean!ron....
** indicates smut warning
~∞~ chapter one
chapter summary: on the trainride to your sixth year, your friends give you a proposition that you can't refuse.
~∞~ chapter two
chapter summary: it's your first day back as a sixth year student. Classes are more intense and your first lesson with Mattheo ensues.
~∞~ chapter three
chapter summary: the first Hogsmeade trip of the year has a rather unpleasant ending.
~∞~ chapter four
chapter summary: after you end up confined to the Hospital Wing, you're surprised when Professor Dumbledore pays you a visit.
~∞~ chapter five
chapter summary: Mattheo has been avoiding you. You find and confront him after a frustrating week.
~∞~ chapter six **
chapter summary: the growing tension between you and Mattheo snaps. He reveals something about yourself that you has scarcely any prior knowledge of.
~∞~ chapter seven
chapter summary: joyful dinner parties and a switch in point of view. Two juxtaposing starts to the christmas holidays.
~∞~ chapter eight **
chapter summary: you're given plenty of revelations: all equally as daunting as the other.
~∞~ chapter nine
chapter summary: Ginny ambushes you in the library and Ron's birthday is off to a delirious start.
~∞~ chapter ten
chapter summary: in the aftermath of Ron's poisoning, Harry learns a thing or two about where your loyalties lie when he overhears your private conversation with the headmaster.
~∞~ chapter eleven
chapter summary: intent on avoiding him, you underestimate just how desperate Mattheo is to be around you.
~∞~ chapter twelve
chapter summary: new friendships are formed and you finally learn to control your abilities. Mattheo comes to a life altering realisation.
~∞~ chapter thirteen **
chapter summary: idk how to summarise this but i will say it's pure smut...enjoy
~∞~ chapter fourteen
chapter summary: friendships are rekindled and you save Draco from certain death in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, igniting your powers in the process.
~∞~ chapter fifteen
chapter summary: now fully recovered, Draco has a task to complete. The fate of the Wizarding World hangs in the precipice of his actions.
~∞~ chapter sixteen
chapter summary: after a startling and gutting discovery. secrets are revealed and alliances are questioned as Voldemort's tyranny begins to fester into the beginnings of another war.
~∞~ chapter seventeen
chapter summary: Dumbledore's funeral reveals new allies as you navigate a world without its protector.
~∞~ chapter eighteen (coming soon!!)
series oneshots/headcannons:
~∞~ tulips & starlight – valentines day drabble
~∞~ serendipity hcs (mattheo) – a glimpse at his life pre sixth year
~∞~ invisible string – bonus scene from chapter 16 **
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