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agent-tempest · 9 days
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Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader recs list
I think he knows- @dreamcubed [3.1k,  swearing, theo's lack of communication, fluff. You had fancied the mysteriously quiet slytherin boy for as long as you could remember (since first year), and, quite frankly, your best friend was sick of you going on about it without ever making a move']
Lovebites and Portions- @caramelcal [1.4k, no house specified. jealous!theo. boyfriend!theo, playful allegations of cheating/going on dates with others. hickeys.]
Opposites Attract- @priniya [theodore nott x weasley!reader. slightly sunshine x grumpy (pretend you’re a ginger if ur not). A quiet slytherin and a loud gryffindor find themselves on a chilly evening, which results in something unexpected — at least for people around them. The oldest weasley’s daughter finds herself infatuated with nott’s only child and vice versa, even if their worlds seem so different, being apart just doesn’t feel right.]
That's my man- @lizthewriter [350, theodore nott x studious!fem!reader, caring!theo, loving!theo, fluff, comfort. you're exhausted from finals studying fatigue, so theo helps you to bed. (blurb)]
Part 1- Baby won't you be my girl- @azrielscrown [Jealous!Theo, Theo is stupid in love, and a grumpy baby, smoking, the slytherin gang make an appearance]
Part 2- Stop the world I wanna get off with you- @azrielscrown [Quidditch, kissing, the slytherin gang]
Here (in your arms).- @azrielscrown [Drunk!reader, pure fluff, soft!Theo]
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olivers-cocoapuffs · 10 months
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Every time there's a rainbow, the Gryffindor boys of the 90's are torn between making a gay joke about Seamus or making a leprechaun joke about Seamus
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starstruckwillows · 11 months
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dad!headcanons — harry potter ♡
requested by @inthehoneymoonwithconnorrk800 <3
harry potter x fem!reader, dad!harry, headcanons, fluff, headcanons for biological and adopted children
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harry potter as a dad
biological children
•harry wasn’t sure if he wanted kids. he hadn’t had the best examples of parenting, he was never around young children or babies
•but when you came to him, pregnant, it felt like (almost) all of his worries fizzled. they weren’t as important as you, and the child you’d created together
•he visited his parents’ graves when he found out. to say hi, to ask for advice, to maybe just tell them they were going to be grandparents
•goes to see andromeda tonks too, where she’s raising teddy lupin. realises how much this child is something he wants
•when the time comes, he’s an amazing father
•splits responsibilities with you, never lets you end up doing everything
•has such a bond with his kid, and it’s not long before he’s tentatively bringing up the subject of more
•toys everywhere, he’s not a must-be-tidy-at-all-times dad. we’re talking magical train sets, muggle rubber ducks, doll houses, push cars, everything he passes in a shop somewhere
•naturally such a girl dad, but he is so happy with a little boy too. anything he can love
•makes such a big deal out of birthdays, really goes overboard
•raised around so many cousins and friends, massive family times, so many game nights gone wrong
•sincerely apologizing for the attention being a potter will bring his family, but they don’t really mind. at least he’s famous for a good thing
•as they get older, and they’re off to hogwarts, of course he’s missing them. he doesn’t want to stifle them, but the letters are twice a week, at least
•and your kids were raised well, with love, so they have no problem writing back to them all, and they know their home is always a safe place
•harry sleeps well at night knowing he created the home he wanted
•will cry at their weddings, if they happen
adopted children
•three scenarios — you’ve had a biological child, you want more, and for whatever reason that is, you two decide to adopt (harry’s fully supportive of this)
•or, for whatever personal reasons, you can’t or don’t want a biological child (harry’s fully supportive of this)
•or, not long after the war, the wizarding world is still overrun with orphans. there are leaflets everywhere begging couples to adopt. you wanted to expand your family as it was, and harry’s worries were overcome both by his previously mentioned visits, and his desire to not let voldemort ruin the lives of any more children
•whatever it is, he loves them like his own. because they are his own.
•all the prior headcanons, because nothing changes for either of you. your family may not be nuclear, but why should it have to be?
•if anyone pokes fun at their adoption, you best believe harry is up there like a flash to get someone seriously scolded, and you aren’t far behind him
•when the time comes to tell your kids, harry is perfect with it. he knows what to say. you don’t leave it too long either, harry knows what it is to feel lied to about your family
•if any relationships struggle around that time, the strain is physically clear on harry. but he waits for them to be ready, knowing how personal it is
in conclusion
•in any situation, harry loves his children
•he’s a good dad. nobody is perfect, he’ll maks mistakes, but not with the gravity of the one’s he feared
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🏷️ — @faeriieblush @poppet05 @it-be-me-ella @juneberrie @ell0ra-br3kk3r @meredarling
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fangisms · 10 months
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rubbish and the weather
A/N: my first hp universe fic 🥺 i hope somebody enjoys this because i LOVE neville and i LOVE friends to lovers tropes
Pairings: Neville Longbottom x Fem!Reader
Summary: Neville is hiding two things from you: the chest under his bed and his affections for you. 1.5k words
Warnings: fluff, face kisses, friendly teasing/bullying, SICKENING pining, neville being borderline creepy but in a sweet way, cursing, friends to… lovers?
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"'Some have begun to question whether or not the Sorting Hat even exists'. Oh, be serious, there's no way anyone would believe this rubbish"—you toss the flimsy tabloid to the foot of the bed, nearly pelting Neville with the busily patterned cover—"Now, if they'd asked, does the Sorting Hat actually sort... well, then I'd have to think about it."
"If you think it's rubbish, then why are you subscribed?"
He doesn't even have to glance up from his almanac to know you're glaring holes through his skull. And you don't have to see the other side of his skull to know that he's borderline laughing at you.
"Oh, and I'm sure what you're reading is much more enlightening. What is this?"—You snatch the thin booklet from his lap, illuminating the soft yellow cover under your suddenly glowing wand—"Last year's Farmers' Almanac?"
"Give me that—I'm trying to follow weather patterns to understand what crops might attract juvenile basilisks to common gardens in order to decrease slug attacks on spring harvests. Are you even listening?" he whines, smacking your calf with the booklet as you reach for a worn quill and a shred of parchment.
"Mhm! Baby basilisks, slug attacks, harvests, got it!" you coo, scribbling across the paper flattened against the headboard of his bed.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing, plant boy! Go back to reading."
"Actually, I prefer plantsman, thank you very much."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, plant boy."
He turns his back to you again, sitting criss-cross on the edge of the bed, hunched over as he scans the pages for keywords and uncommon patterns.
You shift across the bed, draping one arm over Neville's shoulder and dropping the slip of paper into his lap. Your head rests on his other shoulder while he picks at the edges of the piece and ignores the fire in his face.
"For me?" he says, holding it in his palms like it could rip at any second. Like he'll blink and it'll turn to shreds in his fingers.
"It's your little basilisk"—you run your fingertip along the bottom corner where a tiny, overly worried snake sits looking up at a gigantic slug with sharp teeth that towers over him and his tomato plant—"I don't know how he's going to defend his crops this spring."
You blow a puff of air against the back of his neck, chuckling when he startles and slips the comic into the breast pocket of his pajamas.
"So you were listening after all," he teases, turning over his shoulder to find you splayed out across the bed, face buried in his pillows, arms outstretched like you're reaching for something. He wants to reach back. He wants this kind of view for the rest of his life, if only from afar.
You mumble something into the fluff and shriek when he grabs for your ankle.
"Can't hear all your whining through the bedding."
When you look at him, he thinks he could die. Your eyes sparkle in the dim and awfully warm lightning. If he's lucky, you'll brush off all of his feverish blushing as some sort of medical condition. But he's never been very lucky which is why he reaches for the back of his neck when you grin and roll over.
"I wasn't whining, I was saying—"
Light floods the room as the door flaps open to a few familiar faces that look like they've seen a ghost. You spring out of Neville's bed and gather your supplies. He feels a buzzing in his palms that begs him to beg you to stay. But it's against the rules. Even more so than your presence alone in the boys' dorms.
"I guess that's my cue to leave," you chirp, saluting to the quartet of boys shuffling through the doorway with wide eyes and shy smiles.
"Goodnight, Neville."
You kiss his cheek, patting his shoulder and flitting back through the door with one last wave. Neville sighs and tosses his almanac aside, swinging his legs off the side of the bed before he hears a chorus of high-pitched teasing:
"Goodnight, Neville! I love you, Neville!" Not to mention the kissing sounds and squeaky sighs from the group of Gryffindor imbeciles.
He would never admit it out loud, but even imagining you professing your love for him gives him butterflies. His heart races at the thought of your voice wrapped around the sweet words, your lips forming the dewy syllables just right. But he rolls his eyes and groans, settling across his mattress and forgetting the drawing in his pocket.
...
You'd been wandering around the boys' dormitories in your house sweater, humming the song that played in the pub down the road. Usually you invade Neville's space to study or catch up on tabloids, but tonight you're restless. His quill is flicking away at a sheet of classwork he forgot about until the last minute.
As you press your fingertips to each quilt stitch and dresser decoration, you notice a piece of metal gleaming at you from underneath his bed. A sharp corner protrudes from the edge; it belongs to a small brown leather chest buckled in brass and blooming with rust.
"What's this?" you coo, holding the chest across both of your palms, nudging his calf with your foot and grinning mischievously down at him. And he looks genuinely scared. Pale as a ghost and scrambling after you as you take off across the room with elated giggles and chirps.
"No—no! Give that back, it's personal!" he whines, panting as you bound over one of the beds and curl your arms around the box.
"What's yours is mine, Longbottom! Come on, whatever it is can't be that bad—"
He grabs the back of your sweater like the scruff of a puppy, dragging you backwards and knocking you off kilter. He nearly catches the chest with his hands, but you duck out of reach and jump onto his bed before he can get to you again.
"Tell me, what on Earth could Neville Longbottom be hiding—"
His heart stops when you flick open the latch and toss the lid wide. Then your smile falls.
You finger over the contents of the chest, scraps of parchment and ink fill it to its brim. They nearly spill over the edges when you plop down onto his mattress with the chest in your lap.
Your mouth opens and closes with revelation and awe. Each page is one of your spontaneously dorky animations. Spiky creatures and demon garden spawn and caricatures of Professor Snape litter the pile. They're all drawings you remember, each connects to a moment between the two of you.
Neville takes a deep breath and doesn't dare step closer, "It's not what it looks like—"
"You kept them?" you whisper, looking up at him in shock, "All of them?"
You're still flipping through the stack when he shrugs with a worrisome smile.
"...Yes."
You pause. You pause and take a sharp breath in because he's never sounded so sure in a word. You do a double take at one of the sketches. He sits on the edge of the bed, wringing his hands and glancing over at you anxiously.
"Neville"—and here it comes, he thinks, creepy, perverted, obsessive, and those sorts of things. And you wouldn't be wrong. But then he thinks he might be wrong. Because you set the box aside and spring toward him like a goddamn panther, landing him flat on the floor with a groan.
"That's adorable!
Your wet lips find his cheek and the rest of his face, hands wound into the collar of his sleep shirt as you leer down at him with a grin.
"I didn't think anyone paid attention to those stupid things."
"Well. I do," he huffs.
"I can see that, you sicko!" you shriek, "You better thank your lucky stars I'm so nice. Any other girl would've sent you right to Snape for being so perverted and creepy."
Called it.
"That's why I did it to you, not some other girl."
He doesn't know what to do with his hands, and you go shy thinking you might've crossed a line. Maybe you got too excited, flew too close to the sun, lips too close to his own. But the closeness had felt nice, and you want to make him blush like that forever.
"So you're saying it's not because I'm the prettiest girl at Hogwarts."
And you bat your lashes, pouting and leaving him weak in the knees. With your palms on his chest and you leaning closer, he's tempted to admit he's taken with you. To admit he's loved you since first year. To admit you are the prettiest girl at Hogwarts and in London and the rest of Europe. Forget the world, you're his.
"I never said that," Neville mumbles. It’s the closest he'll ever get to a real confession. At least this year.
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moonschocolate · 4 months
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Headcanons about my current hyperfixation: THEOO!!☆
I keep stalking the 'theodore nott headcanons' tag so I might as well write my own headcanons about him
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✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩
this man has social anxiety. prove me wrong.
when he was younger he found comfort in reading fiction books, like pjo
he 100% had an obsession with greek mythology, or mythology in general, and it's still kinda there but not like before
then growing up he got into classics
like one day he was like 'what if I read a Dostoevskij book' and that's where it all started
he prefers reading this kind of books because they teach you more
tallest boy you've ever seen, somewhat taller (only by few centimeteres) than Fred and George
he plays the cello, like kind of, he knows how to play a piece only studying it, i believe this man was never able to play a piece at first sight
surprisingly (to him) he really has a lot of things in common with Luna, when he found out he wanted to spend more time with her
he's really silent, but GOD does he ever stop thinking?? his head is loud af
enjoys being with his friends, they're used to him not shouting in their ears (unlike some other boy *cough cough* Mattheo *cough cough ... cough*)and he enjoys their company and they do too
not the type of boy to run to Spotify or whatever music app whenever he can, but he enjoys some kind of music (mostly smooth piano jazz, dramatic classical music since it's my fav, and he thinks TV girl, Lamp, Ichiko Aoba are cool)
never replies quickly, he's always late replying cuz thinks being on his phone is a complete waste of time, but it's not like he's NEVER on it
chill with Halloween but feral over Christmas (does not show it)
legos. I've said all.
YOU CANNOT TELL ME THIS MAN DOESNT HAVE HIS ROOM FULL OF STAR WARS SETS
despite enjoying english and all that kind of subjects, he is feral, and when I say feral I mean feral over maths. He loves learing new concepts because then it all makes sense and it's just so cool (explained from a person who is also feral over maths, pls tell me you get what i mean)
hyperfixations? oh so many
again, greek mythology
you could tell this man "Hey do you know about the myth of Apolloand Daphne" his eyes would light up and he would tell you the myth, his opinion, and related myths ("there's also this other myht with Apollo where he-")
A S T R O L O G Y
still greek mythology related but
he could stay hours talking about constellations
"hey do you know the myth behind the gemini constellation? No? Can I tell you about it?! Okay so-"
paper stars.
if there's a paper stripe around he'd grab it and make a paper star out of it
looks like the typa guy who'd take a lot of pictures with a canon/sony camera
when he feels anxious he'd do this thing where (get ready for the worst explanation ever) he'd put one of his nails of the right hand in between the skin and the nail of his thumb on his left hand and make the nail go left and right, still in between the skin and the nail (I ALWAYS DO THAT I HOPE IT MAKES SENSE I TRIED TO BE AS SPECIFIC AS I COULD)
He tried to go to a party since Blaise, Draco, Enzo, Theo, Pansy (basically everyone you get it)... begged him to come along
we could sum up his experience in one word
NIGHTMARE
The music was too loud, the people were to close to him, everyone was shouting, there were alcohol and drugs (he still wonders how they got literal drugs into the castle), everyone tried to dance with him and talk to him, that time he got overwhelmed tried to leave, but they were all like 'heyyyy nooo dont leaveeeee stay hereeeeee' but his friends understood it wasn't for him and Blaise went with him to his dorm, waited until he felt better then went back to the party
has never been to a party since then
smart af
like he easily surpasses draco and mione
also theo and mione are really close friends, one time they found eachother in the library reading the same book and chatting they found out they have several things in common
has a collection of stylographs, that stays in his library neatly ordinated
best sense of style (he obv got it from Blaise but he made it better)
he loves movies, he's watched movies like Dead Poets Society, Dorian Gray, but also movies about historical facts like The Darkest Hour, The King's Speech, Hidden Figures, The Pianist (I'm a sucker for this kind of movies honestly)
!! HE HAS DIMPLES !!
He loves professor Lupin, he thinks of him as Keating is dps
secretly listens to Micheal Bublè in Christmas, he loves his Christmas songs
he only buys old books, never new ones, he thinks that already used books, from decades ago, he thinks they hold stories, and it's even better when the books have annotations, maybe he'll erase them, but it's good to hear other's opinions
has a lot of vynils
used to study for his dad, now this became a habit, that's why he's the best in class
his relationship with his mom is not strong, MORE
When his mom died he was 5 so he didn't understand
when he finally knew the truth he cried for weeks, then he would occasionally go out to look at the stars, which he always admired with his mom, and cried thinking about her, thinking that she was watching him from up there
when he was like 10 he didn't cry no more, only if he ever opened up
he shared anything with her
he NEVER let ANYONE call him Teddy, he always though that is what his mom called him, and he didn't want other people to 'interfere' with that, he feels like it's their thing
despises horror movies. gets scared to death watching them, and doesnt find the lore interesting
never walks around with only socks on, has the fear of walking on water accidentally and getting his feet wet and the feeling disgustes him
also, has the whole collection of pjo books (every book. from percy jackson and the olympians to the chalice of the gods)
loves cats so much, he has two cats, but he wishes he had more
he has male brown cat named Monet and a grey cat with some beige spots and green eyes (it's mt bsf's cat, I love her - the cat - and I thought she could be a honourable mention) named Vivienne
defo has an obsession with sharks, but is even more obsessed with jellyfish, he knows a lot of scientific names for their species, for exmample Phylloriza Punctata, or Chrisaora Quinquecirrha, or Aurelia Aurelita, he's obsessed
Fav subject isn't potions, it's astronomy instead
since i live for loser!Theo, im in love with the idea of him stuttering in front of a guy/girl he finds cute or attractive, blushing and being awkward
my man absolutely doesn't know how to talk, he speaks too fast, and when ppl tell him to slow down, then he thinks he's talking too slow
if anyone fatshames any of his friends, or is racist/homophobic towards them, or just insults them, he will try to avoid throwing punches, but lets say he'll exchange a word or two with that person
if he's itchy, he scratches so hard there could be blood (a bit exaggerated but you get it)
could've been a Ravenclaw, but if he did his father would be really mad at him, so he's happy he isn't
another headcanon that I kindly stole rn from @heirofs1ytherin is that he's into poetry. LIKE 100% ✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩ You probably got that I love him HES MY BABY
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ace-aussie-asshole · 1 month
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Jegulus shippers want so bad for Jegulus to be Drarry. Drarry shippers want so bad for Drarry to be Scorbus. Scorbus shippers want so bad for more content.
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flamingos24 · 22 days
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maybe im not deep enough into the lightning era lore but what is up with the ship names?? some of them are just so silly and compared to the marauders
and obviously the mauraders have some that are just names smushed together like jegulus, dorlene, jily, bartylus, etc but you also have the pretty names like sunseeker, nobleflower, rosekiller, wolf star, etc (sorry partyvan and prongsfoot)
but lightning era i feel like it’s all just mash-ups im sorry but draomine, (i will probably butcher all of the spellings), hinny(?), drarry, etc and i could be totally wrong because i have only dipped my feet in the lighting era but are they all like this pls educate me!!
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s4turns-st4rs · 3 months
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𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬
🎧 ﹐ ♡﹒𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴﹒ ᶻ ᶻ
𝐚/𝐧: pretty late, but i was feeling a bit holly jolly today. enjoy the (late) festive season lovelies xxx
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none!
𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴 - 𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘣𝘺
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☆ all the weasley are festive, but george ADORES christmas !!
☆ molly invites everyone over to stay at the burrow, so you, harry, and hermione stay over on christmas night.
☆ absolutely the greatest gift giver. he’ll give you something even you didn’t remember mentioning you liked.
☆ molly makes a mean christmas feast, and makes everyone help out, except for the guests
☆ you, harry and hermione (and arthur) just observe as the weasley kids get yelled at
☆ “quickly, ronald, bring me the gravy!”/ “ginny dear, pass the peas!” / “fred, george, stop annoying percy!”
☆ and of course, most commonly,
☆ “george, stop flirting with y/n, and pass me the bloody sprouts!”
☆ if you’re a muggleborn or halfblood, arthur will interrupt at any given moment to ask about the use of some muggle invention
☆ molly puts you and hermione in ginny’s room, because she will “not be having any hanky panky in this house, let alone on christmas”
☆ so the three of you stay up all night laughing and teasing each other.
☆ as you’re leaving the next morning, george farewells you from the door, before suddenly, a mistletoe appears above the two of you
☆ and, with your permission, george plants a soft kiss on your lips
☆ for tradition, of course.
☆ he gazes at you kindly, a soft smile on his face, and a gentle blush peppered across his cheeks.
☆ you go to kiss him again, when suddenly-
☆ “y/n, what’s the use of a “umbrella”?”
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radiohead-spiderman · 3 months
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Lily loved Harry so much, Harry loved his mother so much, throughout the books we get glimpses of Harry searching for something in himself with his mother’s traits, every “you have your mother’s eyes” is never met with a tired sigh or growing resentment. Harry wanted a mother, he needed his mother, he was repeatedly told that he had his mother’s eyes but usually people don’t look farther than that, contrary to popular belief, Harry took more after Lily than he did James, but, the phrase “you have your mother’s eyes” at surface level is an observation of someone’s eyes, obviously, but take into account that the “eyes are the window to the soul”, with everything we know about Harry and his likeness to Lily, we can say that at least a few people meant just that, ie; Remus, Slughorn, Snape, when Harry’s told that he has his mother’s eyes, it’s deeper than him having the same green irises as his mother, it’s deeper than Harry having the same shape of eyes and same shine in them when the sun hit them just right, he’s being told that he is just like his mother, that he not only has her eyes, but he has the same glint in them as his mother did.
Throughout the book, Harry tried to find connections with his parents, a lot of the times it was James sure, however, it was Lily, that he tried time and time again to find, and, he did.
In Deathly Hallows, while looking at the letter that Lily had sent to Sirius, Harry had noticed a few vital things, his mother wrote g’s the same way he did, he had examined every single letter, this was his mother, his mother who was talking about her son, talking about him, and they shared similar hand writing, Harry had examined the letters not only because he wanted to match the similarities to his own hand writing, but also because it was proof that Lily had lived, that Lily Evans Potter had lived and experienced life, he had just not been apart of it.
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thursdaygxrls · 9 months
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Hi!!
I saw you ask so….
Do you think you could do a George Weasley x male reader who has a fainting condition or got a quidditch injury?
If you’re comfortable obviously,
Or if not even headcannons on dating George?
Thank you ! <3
quidditch george literally has me drooling and sweating 🤭🤭 also, i’ve never done a male reader before, so i apologize if it’s weird. i wanna get more into writing for gender neutral and male readers tho — also i’m still doing the dating george headcanons, i’m just gonna do a separate post for those
Blood & Quaffles
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summary — ever catch a bludger to the face? now you have.
pairing — george weasley x male!reader
disclaimer — i do not own harry potter/the characters or the gif
warnings — blood, quidditch incident, as always i didn’t edit
Quidditch practice with Fred and George Weasley was more in line with a mythological fight than a friendly competition. It didn’t matter that the game wasn’t real, and that their opponents were on the same team as them; they were ruthless. And, unfortunately for George’s boyfriend, he’d been put against them.
“Merlin’s sake, Fred!” Ron shouted as a bludger whizzed past his head. As he ducked out of the way, it gave the perfect opening for Katie Bell to smack the quaffle through the highest post.
“Keep your eyes on the ball, Ron,” Fred yelled back, a wide smile adorning his lips.
“Try not to knock our heads off, would you?” (Y/n) groaned. He flew back to the center of the pitch as the team reset their positions. When the quaffle was tossed, he was able to get an immediate grip on it. He soared across the sky with the ball under his arm, dodging the opposing Chasers as well as Fred and George's attacks. That was until he was met in the face with a bludger.
It came from nowhere (actually, it came from Andrew Kirke, who was on the same team and trying to knock out a Chaser who was on (Y/N)'s tail). A whistle was blown from somewhere in the distance, but he'd already fallen from his broom and was barreling towards the ground. The words "aresto momentum" filled his ears, and right before he smacked the ground, he stopped, floating in mid-air for a moment, then hit the grass with a thud.
"Bloody hell, mate," Fred swooped to the ground beside him, "You aren't supposed to fall off your broom."
"Thanks for the advice," he scoffed, clutching his face. Blood trickled down his nose, and the throbbing of a fresh bruise stung between his eyes.
"I'm sorry!" Andrew landed on the grass, his face filled with fear, "I was trying to get Katie, not you, and I didn't mean to hit it that hard-"
"S'alright." He waved Andrew off, pulling himself up into a seated position. He let out a grunt as the pain washed over him. Before he could move any further, George was at his side, his face both utterly concerned and guiltily amused.
"Up with you," he said, placing his arms under his arms, "Let's get you to Pomfrey."
"I'm fine," (Y/N) protested, but another gush of fresh blood shut him up almost immediately. He could hear Andrew's voice behind him, shouting out remorseful apologies. They continued to walk along the pitch, George waving off the team members as they swarmed the two with concerned faces.
"We're just headed to the hospital wing, not the morgue," he announced, holding the boy under his arm a little tighter.
"Hey, you alright there?" George's voice was soft when the finally made it off the pitch, his eyes soft as he looked at his boyfriend.
"I'll survive," he responded, holding his head up as he pinched his nose. George nodded, rubbing soothing circles on his back. A small grin lit up on his face.
"Y'know, you look kind of hot with all that blood on your face," he chuckled.
"Sod off." (Y/N) rolled his eyes in return, though, a small smile lit up on his face.
When they'd finally made it to the hospital wing, Madame Pomfrey rushed to them, taking (Y/N) from his arms and to a cot. As she fussed over him, groaning and complaining about how "horrifically dangerous" quidditch was, George silently watched from a few feet away. Luckily for him, she hadn't noticed he was still there, so he was able to watch without being kicked out.
"Is his face going to be permanently damaged? I can't have that," George spoke up, unable to contain his quips.
"Out with you, Mr. Weasley, get back to practice," Pomfrey replied distractedly, her attention focused on the injured boy in the cot below her.
"Keep that handsome nose intact for me," George laughed as he moved towards the exit of the wing. Though (Y/N) let out another exasperated groan, he couldn't help but grin -- even if George was a git.
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a/n — i never use y/n but i tried it out w this one and i really don’t know how i feel abt it
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literallykenmaandshoyo · 10 months
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You Daft Dimbo
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Ron Weasley x Female!Gryffindor Reader
Warnings: Language, Ron having his seizure in Slughorn's office
Word Count: 3.2k
Author's Note: Hooray for my first Ron Weasley fic! :D I've been on a Harry Potter kick recently, rewatching all of the movies for like the 200th time (each) and I feel like there's not too many fics about Ron! Ron was one of the first characters I really fell in love with (Before Fred lolol I just want all of the Weasley's.) and I hope this did him justice! This is based during Half Blood Prince (Lavender Brown) times, for a time setting hehe! Hope you all enjoy!
~Mod Shoyo <3
After helping Gryffindor in their tremendous victory, the new keeper, Ron Weasley, became a hot commodity. The night of the game, everyone gathered in the Gryffindor common room to honor and celebrate how amazingly well he did at preventing Slytherin from scoring. Harry, Y/N, and Hermione were all watching as people fawned over Ron.
“It’s nice that Ron has the spotlight, isn’t it?” Y/N giggled, watching red and gold confetti fall over his fiery Weasley locks.
“Yeah, it’s nice when it isn’t me for once.” Harry replied with a smile. Y/N and Hermione both rolled their eyes and scoffed.
As Ron came down from the pedestal he was standing on, Lavender Brown grabbed his hand tightly in hers. Y/N watched with furrowed eyebrows as she gripped his face in her palms, smashing her lips onto his. Her eyes widened and she turned to Hermione, watching her expression shift as well. When Y/N turned back around, Ron’s arms were wrapped around Lavender’s waist, pulling her into his body even more.
Y/N rolled her eyes and walked out of the common room, Hermione following her immediately. As the two best friends made it into one of the empty stairwells, Y/N finally sucked in a large breath, sniffling as she exhaled shakily. Hermione rubbed her back comfortingly and sighed, sitting down with her on one of the steps.
“I-is Ron even close with Lavender?” Y/N choked out. “I’ve never seen them interact once until tonight.”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “I've only seen her look at Ron from afar. It's quite creepy, if you ask me.”
Y/N shook her head and looked down into her lap. Her lip was quivering whenever she wasn’t talking. As her teardrops hit the floor, another set of footsteps came down the stairs. Harry had followed Y/N and Hermione, his posture stiffening when he could hear Y/N crying. Hermione looked up at Harry and gave him a disapproving look.
“I’m not sure what’s gotten into him,” Harry sighed. “Bloody twit, he doesn’t know how to deal with so many compliments at once.”
"Obviously," Hermione stated matter-of-factly.
Y/N stayed quiet, looking out one of the barred windows and keeping her eyes on the moon. She sniffled and found herself getting lost in the night sky. It always looked so much prettier when she had a lot on her mind. It almost served as a comfort to her, because who knows what all is going on in that black sky? And here she was, just staring at a small fraction of whatever was really out there.
Two sets of footsteps echoed through the stairwell and Y/N turned at the sound of them. Low and behold, Ron and Lavender came bustling through, both of them out of breath as they stared at the three Gryffindors. Lavender bit her lip and took note of Y/N's bloodshot and puffy eyes. She shifted her gaze to Ron with a very sneaky smirk, giggling softly as she tugged on his arm.
“I think this room’s taken…”
Ron chuckled softly and finally followed her down the stairs, sparing Y/N one last glance before they set out to another set of stairs. Y/N let out a harsh scoff and stood up angrily, stomping back up the stairs into the common room. She’d much rather go to bed than have to deal with the look Ron gave her before Lavender dragged him away.
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Ron was starting to get unbearable.
Despite how much Y/N liked him, she couldn’t help but start to slowly despise him the more he hung out with Lavender. Apparently they were dating now, so now there really was no hope for Y/N. Tonight was something different, however.
Harry called Y/N into the boys dormitories with no context, her mind racing as she opened the door. When the room was revealed to her, Ron was slumped in a chair staring out of the large window that was in the back of the room. Y/N's eyebrows furrowed as she walked over to Harry, also managing to get a better look at Ron in the process.
“What’s up with him?” Y/N queried, watching Harry’s slender finger point towards the box of chocolates Ron was clutching to his chest.
On the top, Y/N saw a sticky note with some handwriting on it. It was so neat, she knew it was a girl’s. She squinted her eyes to read the print and made out what it had said. 
A gift from me to you, Harry.
-Romilda <3
Y/N turned to look at Harry with confusion, wondering why Ron was acting so weird if all he ate was chocolate.
The more she thought, the more she started to remember about Slughorn’s class and his lesson on amortentia potions. Y/N audibly groaned and turned to look at Harry.
“You can’t be serious,”
Harry raised his eyebrows and let out a sigh through his nostrils. “I wouldn’t have called you if I wasn’t, I’m afraid.”
Ron was babbling some nonsense, talking about how Romilda was the one for him. How she reminded him of the moon in the sky. Y/N nearly gagged at the sound of all of his heartfelt professions of love for Romilda. He really needed to stop eating everything that he sees, this amortentia spell being the prime example of it.
Once Harry and Y/N managed to lead Ron to Slughorn’s office, she grabbed the brass knocker in the middle of the door and slammed it three times. After a few moments, the door opened ever so slightly, only enough for Slughorn to peek his face through the crack in the door.
“Mr. Potter, Miss L/N, it’s past your curfews,”
Y/N held the door open. “Professor it’s an emergency, we think Ron ate some chocolate laced with amortentia!”
Slughorn opened the door all the way, ushering his three students inside before closing the door behind him. Slughorn walked over to his desk, opening a couple of drawers before pulling out a small chalice and a glass bottle.
“With how well you’ve been doing in my class, I’d figure you could whip up a cure in no time, Harry!” Professor Slughorn complimented.
Once Slughorn finished mixing his herbs and liquids together, he poured the finished product into the chalice he brought out. Y/N took a peek and saw that it was a crimson red liquid. It didn’t look thick and honestly, it reminded her of Kool-Aid. As Ron took the cup in his hands, he looked up at Y/N.
“What’s this?” He questioned, smelling what was inside the cup.
“It’s tonic, for your nerves,” Slughorn responded.
Ron smiled sheepishly and brought the chalice up to his lips, taking a large sip of the cure Slughorn made. After he swallowed, his smile slowly started to fade, his eyes sharpening as he looked around the room. His eyes met with Y/N's and he finally snapped out of his love-struck daze.
“What happened to me?” Ron asked, still staring around the room like he hadn’t known how he even got there. Honestly, it wasn’t a completely irrational thing for him to say right now.
Harry sniggered and looked down at his friend with a smirk. “Love potion.”
Y/N sighed and took a seat on the couch where Ron was sitting. “A really really strong one. It was meant for Harry too.”
Ron furrowed his eyebrows and looked up at Harry. “If it was meant for you then why did it affect me?”
Y/N let out a soft laugh along with Harry. “Romilda Vane laced some chocolates for Harry with amortentia. You, being hungry, Ron Weasley, took the chocolates off Harry’s bed and ate them!”
Ron sighed and rubbed his face with the palm of his hands. Slughorn chuckled and and bustled around his desk once more, pulling out a bottle similar to a wine bottle along with four glasses. He poured the contents of whatever was in the bottle into each cup, bringing them over to hand to each of them.
“Here you go, you three,” Slughorn began. “To life!” Y/N, Harry, and Slughorn all clinked their cups together.
Ron was standing in front of the fire, already taking a sip out of his cup. Before the rest of them could take a drink from their cup, Ron fell to the floor with a harsh thud. Y/N's eyes darted over to Ron’s convulsing body, the veins in his neck popping out of his skin as his mouth started to foam. Y/N lifted Ron’s head up, starting to panic. She looked up at Harry and Slughorn, asking them to help. While Slughorn stayed looking baffled at what was going on, Harry rushed over to Slughorn’s cabinet.
Once Harry got his hands on the bezoar that was in one of the drawers, he came rushing towards Y/N. He got onto his knees and opened the packaging, grabbing the bezoar and stuffing it into Ron’s mouth. He had Y/N help make sure that Ron swallowed it, the two of them waiting in anticipation, hoping that Ron would wake up.
Moments went by, but for Y/N it felt like years. Ron hadn’t been breathing for all but five seconds, and when she finally saw his chest rise again, she let out a breath that she didn’t even know she was holding. Ron sat up, letting out a hearty cough and hunching over the carpet. Y/N and Harry felt their hearts finally start to relax again, panting as Ron turned to Harry.
“These girls are going to kill me…”
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The next morning, Ron was on bed rest in Madame Pomfrey’s. Although the bezoar helped, it also made Ron very ill. Madame Pomfrey managed to help him go to sleep, reassuring Y/N and Harry that Ron would be fine once he woke up. Y/N hadn’t left Ron’s side since he had first got brought to the medical wing. She sat in her chair at his side, Hermione sitting on the other side, watching him sleep and making sure that nothing else alarming was going to happen to him.
As Dumbledore, Slughorn, McGonagall, Snape, and Harry all entered the room they let their eyes settle on the unconscious Weasley boy. He looked as pale as the white blanket that was covering his body, the fabric brought all the way up to his neck. He would’ve been hard to see had it not been for his bright red hair. 
“Very good work on using the bezoar, Harry.” Dumbledore announced. “Horrace, you should be very proud of your student.”
Slughorn let out a shaky chuckle and nodded his head. “Y-Yes, very very proud…”
McGonagall spoke up in a more rational tone. “Let’s face it, had Y/N and Harry not acted as quickly as they did, Mr. Weasley would be dead!”
As Dumbledore studied the contents of the bottle that Slughorn poured their drinks with last night, Lavender Brown came running in, immediately asking for her Won-Won.
Y/N rolled her eyes the second she heard her shrill voice.
“Where’s my Won-Won?” She panicked, scanning each bed she passed as she ran through the medical wing. “Has he been asking for me?”
Y/N turned and looked at Hermione, rolling her eyes and making Hermione chuckle. The two friends stared at each other with a mutual hate for the way that Lavender sounded, let alone the way she acted now that she was Ron’s girlfriend. Y/N stood up from her chair at Ron’s side and eyed Lavender down angrily.
“What’s she doing here?” Lavender spat, eyeing Y/N down with an ugly stare.
“My friend is in the medical wing and you’re asking why I’m here?” Y/N fired back just as angrily. “What the hell are you doing here?"
Lavender gasped slightly. “I happen to be his girlfriend.”
Hermione stood up now, turning to face Lavender with a look similar to Y/N's.
“Funny how you’re his girlfriend, but only came to the medical wing just now. Y/N's been here since he got admitted.”
Lavender was anything but Ron’s girlfriend. If being boyfriend and girlfriend just meant you only used each other for secret makeout sessions in unattended stairwells, then they were soulmates. But Y/N knew that Lavender was far from being Ron’s girlfriend. With the way that Y/N always dreamed of treating Ron, Lavender just didn’t compare. 
“Oh, don’t make me laugh! I suppose you want me to break up with him now that he’s suddenly all interesting?” Lavender whined.
Y/N gasped and let out dry scoff, pointing at the state that Ron was in.
“Are you stupid? Ron was poisoned you daft dimbo! He’s been my best friend way longer than you’ve known him, and he’s always been interesting to me.” Y/N spat.
Harry and Hermione smirked at Y/N's remark, not sure that they wanted to point out that she subtly mentioned her crush on Ron. The teasing would come another time, right now? They were just proud that she was sticking up for not just for herself, but for Ron too.
Ron began to shift in his bed, soft groans and murmurs falling from his lightly chapped lips. Lavender gasped and walked closer to the foot of Ron’s bed. She grabbed his leg in between her horribly painted nails, gripping it tightly.
“Ah… see? He senses my presence.” She stated matter-of-factly. “Don’t worry Won-Won, I’m here! I’m here.”
Ron’s lips parted slightly and small noises were leaving his mouth. Everyone leaned forward, curious of what he was trying to say. Lavender leaned even closer, practically throwing herself on top of his body to listen to him.
“Y-Y/N.” He whispered. Y/N could’ve sworn she was going insane. Had he really said her name?
Maybe she got hit with some amortentia and it was making her go crazy.
Ron spoke again, this time his voice was nice and clear for everyone to hear.
“Y-Y/N.”
Y/N's heart swelled with love as she realized he had in fact said her name the first time. Lavender stood up and looked at Y/N with a look that could kill. Tears welled up in her eyes and she angrily stomped her foot, turning on her heel and running out of the room crying. Dumbledore made a comment about the harsh sting of love, but Y/N didn’t know what he was talking about. The love she felt in her heart right now was something out of a movie. 
Y/N gripped Ron’s hand tightly, her heart swelling even more when she could feel him weakly squeeze her hand. Y/N couldn’t wipe the smile off her face as she scooted her chair closer to Ron, lightly caressing his hand with her thumb.
“Aww, look at your little Won-Won.” Harry teased, trying to copy Lavender’s same tone of voice.
Y/N turned to look at Harry and bursted out laughing, playfully rolling her eyes. “Shut up, let me have this moment.”
Harry and Hermione burst into a fit of giggles, standing up and following the teachers out of the wing, leaving Y/N and Ron all by themselves. Y/N let out a small sigh and reached up to run her hands through Ron’s hair.
“When you wake up, I really hope that you see how much you mean to me, Weasley.”
Ron groaned as Y/N ran her fingers through his hair, Y/N giggling as she continued to lightly scratch his scalp with her fingernails.
Ron was so spoiled, but only when Y/N allowed it.
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As soon as Ron woke up, he was greeted with Y/N right by his side. She smiled and gasped, throwing her arms around him as soon as he sat up in bed. He smiled softly and wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling his face into her hair. She was freshly showered, Ron could smell her shampoo and conditioner still trapped in her hair. He stroked her back lovingly, trying to hide the sound of his heart pounding against his chest.
“I’m glad you’re okay, I was so worried about you.” Y/N admitted quietly, her lips right next to his ear and even then he could barely hear her.
Ron smirked and hugged her tighter. “I’m okay. Thanks to you and Harry, of course.”
Y/N smiled and rested her face in the crook of his neck, despite how long he stayed in bed, she could still smell that classic Weasley musk that she had fallen in love with. When her and Ron finally pulled away and Ron was free to leave, he grabbed her hand and intertwined it with his.
They walked down the quiet halls of Hogwarts together, the night sky shining brightly through all of the windows. They stopped in one of the corridors and stared at one of the windows together, Y/N finding the same comfort in the night sky that she found the night Lavender and Ron first kissed.
“You really never left my side?” Ron questioned. Y/N nodded her head. “I only left to go take a shower and come back…” She admitted.
Ron’s heart filled with adoration for his best friend, his blue eyes shifting over to look at her features. Her long eyelashes looked so gorgeous, but they were only accessories compared to the beauty of her eyes. He sighed softly and pulled Y/N towards him, forcing her to look at him now.
“I know I’ve been through a lot when it comes to girls,” Ron admits. “But you’re the only girl that I really have deep feelings for.”
Y/N gasped. This is the confession she had been waiting for, for three years she dreamed of this very moment.
She was finally getting it.
“I’m sorry I put you through all of this,” He licked his lips and met her eyes.
“But I’d really like to try with you, if you’ll let me.”
Y/N visibly relaxed. A small blush tinted her cheeks and her lips spread into a gorgeous smile.
“It’s about time, Weasley.”
Ron furrowed his eyebrows with a smirk before Y/N grabbed the sides of his face in her palms, smashing her lips onto his. Ron was easily taken aback by the action, but the second he snapped out of it, his hands fell to her hips and tightly gripped them, pulling her body into his. Their chests were pressed flush against one another, their heads bobbing from side to side as they kissed. Y/N felt like her heart was going to explode, she was finally kissing Ron Weasley.
It only took three years of patience and heartbreak.
Once they pulled away, Ron smirked, resting his forehead on her own and staring into her eyes. He chuckled, watching her catch her breath in small, erratic pants.
“I could get used to that,”
Y/N rolled her eyes and kissed him once more, running her fingers through his red hair.
“I’ve been waiting for this for three years, Weasley. I think we need to make up for the lost time.”
Ron chuckled and nodded his head in agreement, grabbing her hips tightly once more and pushing his hips into her own. 
“I’m ready when you are.”
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led-bloody-zeppelin · 9 months
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not enough people take advantage of the fact that the golden trio era took place during the nineties for my liking. ginny would have had the rachel green haircut, exclusively worn sportswear, and blasted the spice girls on her cd player at every given opportunity. lavender and parvati would've slayed every single fashion trend that occurred throughout the decade. they watched clueless about a million times on the television set that they somehow managed to smuggle into their dorm. everybody assumes harry is grunge bc of his flannels, baggy jeans, and ratty converse but in reality it's just dudley's hand-me-downs. literally so many decade-accurate headcanons could be made but no one is stepping up and taking the opportunity smh
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olivers-cocoapuffs · 9 months
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Dean and Seamus are that couple who have been together for practically forever and are essentially everyone’s parents
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starstruckwillows · 1 year
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the snitch — cedric diggory ♡
requested by @converseonverse <3
cedric diggory x fem!reader, fluff, set in summer
you and cedric play quidditch, but the scales are most definitely tipped in your favour
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only five minutes of the game passed before you realised you were absolutely going to win. when your friends had split into two teams for the game in cedric’s acres, you didn’t understand their complaints at scoring hufflepuff’s seeker.
you did now. cedric and you hovered, looking for the snitch amos provided you with. more accurately, you were looking for the snitch. cedric hadn’t taken his eyes off you.
“cedric...” you chided, jokingly, and he just smiled. too sweet.
the summer sun put freckles on your boyfriend, as well as a lit grin. with his hair bathed in a honey tone, and eyes brightened by this, you were finding it extremely hard to reprimand him for not taking the game seriously.
“you’re never going to catch the snitch without your eyes.”
cedric shrugged, “i’m alright with that. my eyes are occupied right now.”
steering your broom closer to him, you teased, “and what would they be occupied with?”
“you, my love.”
you laughed, freely, and cedric wanted to hear that on repeat. he was too far gone for you, for which you called him out. all with a smile.
but you weren’t as unaffected as you joked to be. the flush in your cheeks, your wandering gaze, that proved it.
as did the golden snitch that had been circling you two for five minutes, while your friends had packed up and gone inside for lunch.
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🏷️ — @faeriieblush @it-be-me-ella
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cannibalizedyke · 1 year
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no bc the way angelina johnson dated fred and then married george 💀💀 girlypop really said “oh no!! my boyfriend!! he’s dead!! that is so sad ☹️ oh well rip rest in peace frederick i’m gonna go fuck ur brother 😍”
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ladylokilaufeyson5 · 1 year
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I'm looking for a romance one shot with Draco Malfoy and the female reader reading a book together. Thanks
A/N: there's less reading than i expected but...
Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Reader (established relationship)
Warnings: potentially implied sexy times depending on how you want to take it
Words: 400+
Draco has always loved to read. As a little boy, he loved the Tales of Beedle the Bard, and had ordered his mother to read it to him over and over until he could read it himself. As he grew older, his tastes grew as well, and (although he would never admit it) muggle literature was something he enjoyed greatly, and that was due to you.
You, the muggleborn who had captured his heart, even though he had thought it to be impossible. You, who had opened his mind and made him realise that maybe his parents weren’t as right as he used to believe.
He enjoyed reading with you. Whether it be him reading to you or vice versa, he adored spending time with you, even if it was just the two of you reading in silence together. It was the closeness he craved.
He currently sat with you in a secluded part of the library, your head on his shoulder while he read aloud. He was aware of your every move – your breathing and the way it shifted your body against his, and the way you fiddled with the sleeves of your robes.
“I should probably get going now,” you sighed as Draco finished a chapter, and his fingers halted on the page.
“Do you have to?” he asked, knowing what the answer would be.
You groaned softly and turned your head just far enough to press a kiss to his cheek. “Unfortunately. Detention with McGonagall, remember?”
“My little trouble maker,” Draco laughed lightly.
You scowled at him, which made his grin grow wider.
“That was entirely your fault, Draco,” you complained.  “It’s not my fault you couldn’t keep your hands off of me.”
Draco laughed again and kissed the hollow of your throat, his hand dancing across your waist. “I thought you liked my hands on you.”
You let out a little noise of frustration before sighing loudly.
“If I’m late to a detention that I got for being late to class, I’ll probably get another one, which means you won’t be able to have your hands on me.”
Draco sighed in disappointment, turning his head to get one more kiss from you before you stood up and smoothed down your robes. You blew him a kiss as you walked away, and Draco smiled softly as he thought about how lucky he was to have you.
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