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toothfa-1-ry · 8 months

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DOYOUWANTTOGOTOTHEBALLWITHME? draco malfoy

In which,

Draco just can't seem to ask you to be his date for the Yule ball

GENRE: fluff

PAIRING: 4th yr Draco x 4th year reader

FEAT: lee do hyun as Terry Booth!!

WARNING: none :>

A/N: A continuation of my Draco Malfoy is a loser agenda!! Also did I mention that Draco is a very DRAMATIC loser??

"uhm hi y/n" Draco said nervously as he turned to look at Pansy and Blaise who gave him a reassuring nod and a thumbs up

"ooh hi Draco"

"uhm so..y/n" Draco nervously chuckled as he played his his hand cuffs "uh..y/n haha.."

"Draco-" Pansy hissed "you already said her name, there's no need to repeat it again"

"right- sorry. Uhm so y/n!"

"oh god he's a lost cause" Blaise muttered to Pansy who just shook her head.

"I can hear you, just in case you didn't know" Draco angrily muttered towards them, shooting them both a dirty look

"uhm are you talking to y/n or are you talking to us?" Blaise questioned, his eyebrows raised

"oh bloody hell" Draco sweared "uhm anyway y/n uh so like I'm pretty sure you heard the announcement today- during breakfast because like you have ears uh I have ears too! So I heard the announcement too- ha" Draco awkwardly continued.

"ofcourse she has ears dunderhead and ofcourse she heard it! Everyone heard the announcement" piped Lorenzo from a corner "just try to charm her won't you?"

Theodore shook his head in amusement as he watched his best mate Draco act like a complete fool. Actually he always acted like a fool except most of the time he didn't make it this obvious.

"right- right my bad my bad" Draco shook his head "so! Y/n!"

"yes Draco? What is the matter?"

"I thought you could do the er honour of er taking me to the Yule ball y'know" Draco smirked as he attempted to charm you like Lorenzo said

"I mean cause like I could go with anyone but I thought that I'd give you the first chance of going with me!" Draco quickly rambled and then flicked his hair "so what do you say?"

Theodore and Lorenzo tried holding in their laughter as Pansy groaned and Blaise muttered curses under his breath.

"oh bloody hell" Matteo mumbled

"mate that was horrible and I'm not even y/n! I'm just pretending to be her!" Matteo exclaimed as he took of the wig he was wearing

"if your gonna be this bad with me pretending to be y/n, how are you actually gonna face her!?" Matteo shook his head and turned to Pansy "he's totally lost!"

"it wasnt that bad was it?" Draco cringed at himself.

Oh he knew how bad it was

"it was HORRIBLE" all his friends shouted at him, especially Matteo who was honestly tired of wearing the wig and pretending to be you for the 9th time now.

"c'mon mate! This is the 9th time I'm pretending to be y/n. Just ask her out NORMALLY PLEASE" Matteo shouted

"oh shut up okay! I'm trying" Draco hissed his face turning pink

"well try harder" Theodore said from a corner "if you don't ask her out soon, someone else will"

"what?" Draco whisper shouted "you mean- there's a chance that she'll go to the Yule ball with someone else whose not me?"

Theodore rolled his eyes at his blonde friend, "incase you haven't noticed, many guys in Hogwarts likes her. And now you have double the competition with Durmstang and Beuxbaton"

Draco went pink in the face again "oh fuck"

"yup!" Lorenzo patted his cousin in the shoulder "so you better hurry up cuz!" He cheerily said as if Draco wasn't going through a mini panick attack

"ugh whatever!" Pansy groaned "you! Get your act together" she pointed at Draco "we're gonna practice this one more time! Matteo wear the wig"

Matteo grumbled as he begrudgingly wore the wig " on merlins beard why do I have to pretend to be y/n"

"okay! In 3-2-1" Pansy hollered, completely ignoring Matteo "action!"

"y/n hi! Uh I have to talk to you! Uh about uh something" Draco awkwardly grinned

"ooh yes Draco! What is it?" Matteo said in a high pitched voice that sounded nothing like you.

"uhm so-" Draco stammered

"yes Draco? Hehe" Matteo let out a giggle and twirled a strand of the wig

"uhm!..I have a collection of chocolate frog cards!" Draco squeaked, the word Yule ball being unable to form in his mouth

He heard all his friends groan and he became redder then a Weasley

"oh god not again..that's it. I'm going" Matteo threw the wig on the ground shaking his head "all the best" he patted Draco and walked away

"oh c'mon- wait one last time let me try one last time!" Draco whined as he watched all of his friends walk out of the dorm "oh wait- guys wait!"

"you can do this. I believe in you" Lorenzo gave his cousin a thumbs up

"well I don't" Matteo snorted which caused Draco to give him a dirty look "what? I'm being honest"

"she's right over there. Just go to her, say hi, maybe compliment her and then ask her out" the caramel haired boy ignored Matteo and gave his poor shaking cousin some tips

"what? What kind of compliments to I give her?" Draco whispered back in a sort of panick

"geez. Just tell her that she looks pretty today, and that you'd be honoured if she would go to the ball with you" Theodore cut in and shrugs "works like a charm"

"okay.. alright I got this" Draco mumbled

"yea you got it..now go" Pansy ushered the boy "c'mon now go ahead" she pointed towards the courtyard where you were.

Draco walked up towards you and a bunch of third years who were talking to you. Suddenly he felt very intimidated by those small scrawny third years and immediately turned away and walked back to his friends

"I can't do this! You lot are right, maybe I am hopeless" Draco sulked as his friends let out another sigh

"did he just call himself hopeless?" Matteo peered at the sulking boy "oh dear, y/n really did a number on him huh?"

"not helping Matteo" Pansy said sternly, hitting Matteo in the arm.

"listen, your Draco Malfoy and your going to go and ask y/n the girl who've been crushing on since forever to go to the ball with you" Blaise said giving Draco a light shake

"and if she says yes all is good and if she doesn't, well- it's kind of embarassing but it's gonna be alright" Pansy adds

"yea so go and ask her out now before she goes to the ball with Terry Booth over there huh?" Theodore nudges Draco towards your direction as the smiling ravenclaw keeper approaches you

"oh bloody hell- no way in my watch is y/n going to go out with that crow" Draco fumed under his breath as he immediately rushed towards you

"yea go get'em tiger!" Draco could hear Matteo whooping and the constant shouting from his friends, all hyping him up but that could hardly matter right now

Dracos hands were going all clamy and he could feel his heart racing. He wanted to run away from you but he wasn't going to let Terry Booth ask you out right infront of him!

"y/n" Terry approached you with a smile

"Terry" you greeted the Korean boy with a grin "anything's the matter?"

"oh yea uh I wanted to ask you if-" the keeper then abruptly stopped mid sentence as another person had joined their conversation

"y/n! Y/n!" A frantic Draco appeared, his eyes widened and his hair a mess

"Draco? Are you alright?" You ask the Slytherin boy who seemed to be in a bit of a mix

"mhm m'fine- I have to talk to you" Draco grabbed your hand which took you by surprise

You look at a awkward Terry and a frantic Draco, unsure of what to make up with this situation

"oi Booth can you bigger off for a second?" Draco coldly dismissed Terry who simply raise a eyebrow before shaking his head

"er- alright, I'll talk to you later y/n" Terry mumbled before walking away

"Draco! What was that. You can't just tell people to bugger off" you begin scolding Draco, unaware that his hands were still holding yours

"y/n I have to tell you something" the boy gulped, he could feel the way your hands felt against his and the close proximity the both of you were in. His heart racing even faster

"what is it?" You ask him, your brows creased up in slight worry. The blonde Slytherin boy who was always so put together, confident and full of himself was now nervous and quite frankly not behaving like his usual self

"Draco are you sick?" You immediately raise your free hand to his head and Draco swears that his temperature rises by a hundred degrees probably.

"uhm y/n" the boy begins, he could feel his sweat dripping and his mouth going dry

"oh dear Merlin Draco your turning redder than a tomato! Let's go to madam Pomfrey" you usher him, pulling him into the hallway "c'mon let's go-"

"wait y/n listen- I have to tell you something first"

You look at Draco in confusion. What did he have to tell you so much that he was acting quite frankly out of his personality

"er- okay..can you tell me when we're in the infirmary?"

"no! I have to tell you now" Draco pressed on. He had to ask you right now when he was full of adrenaline or else he won't be able to ask you later

"oh okay, okay" you say a little taken back "what is it?"

Draco bites his lower lip and mumbles something

"what Draco? I didn't quite catch you"

"uhm...I think uh- I think you look very nice today!" Draco suddenly exclaimed

"o-oh!" That might have taken you back by surprise even more, a slight blush forms in your face "thanks..uhm"

"actually I think you look nice everyday" Draco continues his eyes looking down, his grip on your hand tightening.

You look down and realise that the both of you were holding hands and you feel your face getting hot

"that's really sweet of you to say Dray" you said before you could stop yourself

Draco looks up at you, his eyes widened at the sudden nickname you called him

"Dray?"

You eyes widen and you the undying urge to slap yourself across the face as you see the way Draco's eyes twinkle with mischief.

"did you just give me a nickname? Dray?" Draco grins smugly, completely forgetting the real reason why he was with you

"oh shut up" you huff "I'm never gonna say that again"

"oh no please do say it again" Draco teased you, watching your face get red

"r-right, what did you have to tell me Draco? Do say it fast I don't have all day" you quickly try to change the subject causing Draco to remember the real reason why he was talking to you

"er-" Draco immediately felt all his confidence and smugness fading away

"oh dear Draco your getting red all again" you worriedly said, peering into his face "are you sure you don't need to-"

"not Draco" Draco mumbled

"what?"

"not Draco, don't call me Draco" Draco mumbled a bit louder

"well, what do you want me to call you then-"

"Dray, you should call me Dray" he says softly

Your eyes widen "Dray... I don't understand what-"

"doyouwanttogototheballwithme?" Draco squeaked

"what?"

Draco cleared his throat and looked around, he beckoned you to come closer to him and leaned towards you

"do you want to maybe perhaps go to the ball with..me?" He whispered into your ears filling your stomach with butterflies

"oh- Draco I-" you stammer, unable to form sentences "uhm I would really actually like that" you whisper back in surprise

"really?" Draco asked you back, his voice in equal surprise

You give a shy nodd

"really?!" Draco asked again looking at you eyes widened "I'm not going to stop saying really unless you give me a proper answer l/n"

Your roll your eyes "yes really...Dray I would love to go to the ball with you"

"oh my god I think I'm gonna pass out" Draco said feeling faint

"I think that's a little but of a exaggeration- oh my god Draco!" You shout out, trying to catch the boy before he fell on the ground

"oh dear- he actually passed out" you grimace slightly as you make him lie down in one of the stools in the courtyard after dragging him all the way from the hallway

You softly brush his blonde hair away from his pink face

"how quite adorable" you laugh to yourself

"Hey Berkshire!" Terry greeted Lorenzo who along with all his friends were trying to see what Draco and y/n were doing just as they got dragged to the hallway

"ugh we cant see them anymore!" Pansy whined as she stretched her neck, only to get a glimpse of blonde hair

"uhm s'everything alright?" Terry asked

"yea everythings fine" Lorenzo smiled at the tall boy "what's up?"

"oh uh- I did what you told me too" Terry grinned as all of Lorenzo's friends looked at him with a confused face

Lorenzo laughed "great chap you are my friend" giving him a pat in the back

"I'm guessing you told me to pretend like I'm asking y/n to the ball just so that Malfoy would make a move first?" Terry winced as he asked Lorenzo who just seemed to grin even brighter

"my god- you do catch on quick don't you?"

Terry let out a laugh and blushed at the sudden compliment. He was never really good with compliments

"you did what?" Matteo asked eyes widened

"sneaky snake" Pansy squinted her eyes at him and grinned 'your a genius!"

Lorenzo simply shrugged

"so whatdya think? He asked her out yet?" Terry peered out from where Pansy was standing

"maybe if Draco finally got the guts" Pansy snorted

"oh I think he did" Blaise said hesitantly

"what?" Pansy and Matteo asked eagerly

"it appears that our little prince has..." Theodore paused not sure whether he was supposed to laugh or be embarrassed

"he has what?" Pansy questioned

"oh hell!" Matteo shouted with laughter "the bloody wanker has fainted!" Matteo exclaimed with glee all across his face

Pansy covered her face with embarrassment as the boys roared with laughter. Only Terry wasn't the one laughing along.

"oh dear" Terry shook his head sadly "now how would the poor boy be when he dances with her?"

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mxqdii · 8 months

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nott into you - m.s

pairings: nott reader x mattheo riddle

summary: reader's brother is theodore nott and develops feelings for his best friend mattheo

warning(s): drinking, brief makeout drugs.

not proofread

FRIDAY:

my hands tangled in his hair, the smell of his cologne and cigarettes filling my senses, everything just feels right.

it's funny how a week can change everything.

okay! i know this looks really wrong, but i can explain.. let's go back to where this all started, monday.

-1 WEEK PRIOR.-

MONDAY:

i sit in potions, bored as ever at snapes lesson, feeling eyes on me.

i look over seeing mattheo riddle staring, which isn't totally weird, considering we've been friend's since first year, just abnormal.

this time it's different though, like some weird tension in the air, i feel as if red smoke is filling my lungs and calling out mattheo's name.

snapping out of it, i clear my throat and focus my attention onto the horribly boring, lesson

the class ends sooner than later and i take my time to collect my stuff, not noticing mattheo waiting for me.

i head to the door and meet eyes with him

"waiting for me, riddle?" i question and his lips curl upwards

"i might be, walk with me will you?" he asks and i nod, following wherever he's going.

"i noticed you staring" i mumble

"yeah and i noticed you drooling" he says and i scoff

"you think too highly of yourself riddle" i professed

"mmh i'm not so sure about that, have you met your brother?" he adds on and i realize

my brother, shit.

this flirty banter shouldn't even be happening right now, considering if theo saw he would absolutely loose his shit.

"yeah thats theo, uh- anyways i gotta go, nice talking to you riddle!-" i say in a rush, walking the other direction.

TUESDAY:

i hear the door open and look up seeing pansy, i'm currently in the slytherin common room working on some extra homework.

"hey" she says, plopping down next to me

"hey pans whats up?" i ask, putting my books down.

"okay so, i know this is a long shot.. buuuttt, there's a party tomorrow and before you say no just please please think about going!" she says the last part really fast and i laugh

"who's throwing it?" i question and she squints her eyes

"we are..?" she mumbles and my eyes widen

"pansy what!?!" i yell

"okay i know it seems bad, but some first years accidentally heard me saying how slytherin parties are the best and one thing led to another and all of a sudden i had to prove it was true and now everyones expecting a party tomorrow night and i need your help!" she rambles and i sigh

"fine."

later that day, i cross paths with mattheo again.

who cares what my brother thinks or wants for me, it's my life.

"hey mattheo, sorry about yesterday" i say with a smile and he nods

"don't worry about it sweetheart" the name makes my cheeks flush.

we kinda just stand there looking into eachothers eyes for a moment, i'm not sure how it was, but i definitely looked full of lust.

he moves closer to my ear, whispering

"you're drooling again"

i roll my eyes throwing in a, "you wish"

WEDNESDAY:

the party is all set up, and it took HOURS.

me and pansy had to rush right when classes ended to get everything ready

we're supposed to start the party in an hour but before doing that, me and my friendgroup decided to have a little fun

me, pansy, theo, mattheo, draco, enzo and blaise decided to play a friendly game of truth or dare before letting anyone else in.

"y/n" enzo says and i let out a shakey breath, not noticable enough for anybody to hear though.

"yes enzo?" i respond, eyeing him in anticipation

"what'a a dirty secret you've been hiding lately?" he asks and i smirk

maybe i could fuck with these people in a way that wouldn't expose me, but in a way... would?

"well enzo, so glad you asked. recently there has been someone catching my eye... someone who's off limits, someone i'm not allowed to touch, you could call it forbidden, but i prefer the term secrecy." i say with a smug smile, avoiding any and all eye contact with mattheo

before anyone has time to say anything, the clock chimes and the doors to the common room open, the room flooding with people from all different houses.

the rest of the night was kinda a blur, except for the end of it.

i'm too drunk to even function right now, feeling vulnerable and anxious.

god this is why i don't go to parties.

"hey beautiful" a random gryffindor says and i make a face of disgust

"jus' leave me alone" i say in hopes of peace, turning around to walk away, but instead he grabs my wrist.

i turn back to look at him seeing the no-good look on his face

"oh no" i mumble

"are you gonna like.. do bad thing's to me" i ask

i'm never drinking again i feel like an idiot.

"you just consented to it so i might as well huh baby?" he says and i groan.

"i actually have a-" without thinking i grab someones hand, anyone to get me out of this situation would be great

"mattheo?" i say looking up, seeing its him who i grabbed

well, i was going to say boyfriend but mattheo works too.

the gryffindor boy's expression quickly changes from being in control to being scared shitless.

i'm too hazy to even feel right, not paying attention to the bickering mattheo is doing, the way he's absolutely screaming at this boy.

my hand tugs mattheos arm, causing him to look down at me

"mattheo please- just get me out of here" i say, leaning onto his arm.

fuck i'm not supposed to feel like this

THURSDAY:

the last thing i remember, is mattheo dragging me out of that party.

i think he was carrying me? or was it theo? i don't really remember.

i turn over, opening my eyes seeing mattheo next to me

what the fuck.

"g'morning princess" he says and i wince, feeling the light hit my face.

"what time is it?" i ask and see him look over to his bedside table

"like 10" he says and my eyes widen as much as they can.

"it's thursday mattheo we have class!' i yell, attempting to get up

his arm lightly pushes me down

"you need to rest, do you remember what happened last night?" he asks and i shake my head

"you were drugged and you passed out." he mumbles and my eyes widen

"who the fuck drugged me??" i exclaim

"i don't know" he says and i sigh, thinking about last night trying to remember anything i can.

i don't even realize how close me and mattheo are, the way he's shirtless and the way the sun hits his eyes, his morning voice, his soft sheets.

i look down seeing me in his shirt and i quirk an eyebrow which he notices

"no don't worry uh- pansy changed you not me" he reassures and i smile.

the rest of the day we end up just talking and laughing in his dorm, only leaving for food and water.

i gotta admit, it is awfully suspicious me leaving with him last night and waking up in his dorm, now us ditching and spending the whole day together.

but like i said before, i don't care what my brother thinks.

FRIDAY:

i'm currently getting lectured by snape for missing class and i can't help but let my mind wander to mattheo

lately, thats been all my mind is full of.

the tension has been getting thicker and my desire for him has been getting needier.

i need to tell him.

i rush out of snapes lecture as soon as he's finished, rushing to the common room.

what am i even doing, i'm being way too impulsive right now, it's fine i only live once, i have to do this. i tell myself

i reach the common room and run upstairs, knocking on mattheos dorm frantically

he opens the door and i smile, suddenly feeling all of my words leave my mind, going completely blank

then i remembered, i dont need words to tell him what i need.

without thinking, i grab his cheek and kiss him, it definitely caught him by surprise, but it did for me too.

without breaking the kiss, he leads me inside and closes the door, pinning me against it.

my hands tangled in his hair, the smell of his cologne and cigarettes filling my senses, everything just feels right.

an abrupt knock interrupts us, mattheos hand covering my mouth

"dude come on, snape is pissed you missed class and his lecture, we gotta go" a voice comes from the other side of the door.

fuck, it's my brother.

a/n: let me know if u guys want a part 2<3

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veryberryjelly · 9 months

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☕️- 35 with Theodore Nott

❤️❤️

𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

35 - kissing you against a wall / door, legs intertwined around their waist.

you had never imagined you would find someone you love as much as theodore not.

he is the most attentive, kind and loving partner ever. and he always made a big fuss over you so you wanted to do the same for him.

his 18th birthday.

you wanted it to be perfect.

so you had asked his friends for help organising a party for him.

you did your best to keep him out of the dorm after classes, taking him for a walk and a small picnic at the lake.

you knew his friends needed you both gone until 6, so you kept taking glances at his watch to make sure you didnt stay out too long even if you did want to stay out here all night.

but when you saw the time on his watch you knew you had to wrap it up out here and take him inside.

when you arrived back at the slytherin dungeons after a lovely quiet walk, you entered infront of theo, leading him into the common room with a nervous smile on your lips.

the minute he came into view the entire room erupted in cheers of 'surprise' and 'happy birthday'

the common room was draped in banners and streamers and there were tables on either end of the room with food and drink.

not everyone had actually been invited, you had managed to convince some of the students from the younger years to stay in there dorms for a few hours, so he was surrounded by people he liked and cared about.

within seconds theo was being pulled into the middle of the room by his friends and you headed over to some of the girls to let him enjoy his night with his mates.

it was about 30 minutes later that theo found you to pull you away from your conversation with pansy.

your brows furrowed softly when he started leading you up the stairs towards his dorm.

" theo, what are we doing..?" your initial thought was that he was dragging you away because he didn't like the party.

" are you not enjoying yourself? " you stuttered slightly, following him up to his dorm and walking in after him when he opened the door. " i'm so sorry, i thought you'd like this, i'm such an idiot.. i-i can clear everyone out if that's what you w-"

you were cut off from your nervous rambling when theo grabbed your cheeks and pressed his lips to yours. only when you slightly relaxed into it did he pull back and swipe his thumb under your eye to catch the frustrated tear that had fallen there.

" i love it... darling, no one has ever done anything like this for me. and i love you so much for doing this for me "

the smile on his face squashed any of your previous fears that he hated it.

" i'm so glad you liked it..." was all you could think to say before he had his lips on yours again and his hands were travelling down your waist to grab at your thighs and hoist you up onto him.

your legs instantly wrapped around his waist, feet interlocking behind him to keep yourself secured.

his hands moved to under your ass to support you. when he stumbled slightly you let out a soft laugh, cut short when you felt your back press against the door to his dorm.

he pushed you further up against the surface, his lips trailing down your neck and shoulder.

suddenly all the work you had put into his party dissipated and all you cared about was this boy sucking a hickey onto your chest while your dress rode up around your hips.

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ldrfanatic · 7 days

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promise.

theodore nott x fem!reader

synopsis - as you quite literally stumble upon the enigmatic persona of theodore nott, you unintentionally become entangled in the intrigue surrounding him

warnings - mentions of death, domestic violence, cursing, and alcohol consumption

considering a part two to this... I have a few cute ideas in mind.

the next part of thirteen is coming soon I'm like halfway through but in the meantime, here's this.

nav slytherin boys

Theodore Nott absolutely hated human interaction. He didn't want to be looked at or spoken too. And he most certainly did not want to be touched. In stark contrast to his best friend Mattheo's loud and boisterous personality, Theodore Nott was quiet. Reserved. He rarely ever spoke to anyone outside of his friend group, and even then he'd been known to simply pretend the rest of the world didn't exist on a whim. Yes, Theodore Nott hated people.

Theo was yanked from his thoughts as a figure slammed into him.

"I'm so sorry!" You exclaimed. The books and parchment in your arms had gone flying as you collided with someone else in the halls. When you were met with silence, you looked up and suddenly, Theo lost his train of thought. You'd ran into Theodore. The slytherin boy looked at you with a rather intense stare, but he didn't say anything.

He just stared.

Awkwardly.

Theodore stared at you as you rambled out apologies and phrase after phrase of complete nonsense. It was actually kind of cute. And it was the first time that someone had taken the time to talk to him properly since he'd been at hogwarts. Even teachers had given up on trying to engage him in conversation.

"There's a party tonight at Slytherin house. Be there." You stood gaping at Theo with your mouth slightly open. He figured you were fairly shocked at having heard him speak considering how scarcely he allowed words to fall from his lips.

Internally, Theodore grimaced at his own words. Years and years of barely speaking to anyone had obviously done nothing for his social skills. He racked his brain as he tried to recall his time in primary school so as to remember how to properly communicate.

"I mean, you can come. I-If you'd like that is." Once again Theo cringed as he tripped over his own tongue. It felt unnatural to stutter. He'd never stammered over his words like that. But there was something about that unhinged his soul. He hadn't quite figured out if he enjoyed it or not but this party was the perfect excuse to get closer to you while he studied the affects you have on him.

"I'll be there." You offered him a smile that made his heartbreat thrum in his ears.

“Promise?”

The word tumbled out of him before he could stop himself. He watched as your brows furrowed curiously. After all, it was quite an odd thing to make someone promise. But you didn’t question it.

“I promise.”

Your words meant everything to him. Theo closed his eyes in a manic attempt to calm his thoughts, and when he opened them, you were gone. Odd. Perhaps he'd imagined the whole thing.

Or perhaps not.

In fact, as he looked at over by the snack table casually conversing with Pansy Parkinson, Theo was certain he hadn't imagined the interaction. Even more so when you turned and smiled at him apparently feeling his gaze on you.

He watched as Pansy muttered something to you that had you looking curiously over at him. You pointed at him and cocked your head slightly sideways (an adorable action that made Theo's heart beat too fast). Just as quickly as you'd done it, you shrugged at Pansy and took a sip of the juice in your hand.

For the second time that day, Theodore was jarred from his thoughts.

Mattheo's hand knocked onto Theo's shoulder.

"Hello? Anyone home?"

When Theo turned to look at the boy, he wasn't surprised to see that he was intoxicated. Mattheo often found solace in drugs and alcohol, something Theo didn't quite understand. No. He preferred to be calm and in control.

Mattheo carried on, not expecting Theo to respond.

"So who's the girl?"

Theo flashed Mattheo a feigned confused look that he knew Mattheo saw right through.

"Oh don't give me that bullshit. You know the girl that you're staring holes into?"

When his friend continued to ignore him, Mattheo pulled back so he was standing up mostly straight and set his beer down on the table in front of the couch with a rather loud thunk.

"Fine. If you have no interest in her then surely you won't mind if I make her my next conquest. She is quite pretty."

Mattheo didn't make it two steps before Theodore was harshly shoving him aside until his bum found the couch. "Stay away."

The dark haired boy smirked up at him. It was pretty clear that Theo had some sort of feelings for you well beyond what he normally thought of pretty much anyone else.

In their own little world, the two hadn't noticed you and Pansy approaching them. Pansy looked on with a knowing look as you flocked to Theo worriedly.

"Are you alright Theodore?"

When Theo turned to look at you, he felt his rage dissipate. He also fell silent again. For the first time in his life, Theo was unable to speak not because he didn't want to, but because he just didn't know what to say. He fished for sentences in his brain or words of any kind really and yet he came up empty.

Afraid that he'd make a fool of himself again, Theo turned swiftly on his heel and removed himself from the situation.

As you watched Theo leave, you found yourself wildly confused. What the fuck just happened? Sure, Theo was known for just getting up and leaving conversations. But he'd stood there looking at you and even opened his mouth like he was going to say something. Then he just left.

"No hard feelings, Y/n. Theo doesn't like people."

You tried to force yourself to believe Pansy's words. Theo was fine, he just didn't like people. Everyone knew that. But the look that Mattheo exchanged with Theo before he left itched at you in a way that made you feel as though there was something deeper going on there that you weren't privy to.

It turns out, Theo's behavior bothered you enough for you to break one of your cardinal rules: never involve yourself with Mattheo Riddle & Co. You'd had this ingrained in your mind since you started hogwarts. There were only ever two exceptions. One, for Pansy Parkinson who it turned out really spent more time with the Greengrass sisters than Mattheo and his posse. And two, for Theodore Nott whom you'd had a schoolgirl crush on since third year. He was simply too handsome to ignore. And though you'd never really had more than exactly one ten second conversation with him right after you'd damn near toppled him over, you felt concern for him after the incident in the Slytherin party the other night.

Hence why you were standing in front of a grinning Mattheo Riddle at breakfast one morning.

"Where's Theodore?"

Mattheo sucked a breath in through his teeth and looked at you with mischievous eyes.

"Sorry darling. Can't betray one of my best mates, can I?"

"I'm worried about him."

"Then go find him."

You rolled your eyes. You should've known conversing with the likes of Riddle was going to be a waste of your time.

"If I knew where to find him, do you really think I'd be slumming it with you right now? I just want to check on him."

Mattheo looked up at you from his seat with false offense.

"Slumming it? I will have you know that my company is desired by many. And if you're really that desperate to find him, what do you say you and I go get ourselves a broom closet? I'm sure he'd be more than willing to crash our party."

Your eyebrows furrowed as the hidden meaning of Mattheo's words flew clear over your head.

"As if. Enough of your games, Riddle. Draco!"

The platinum haired boy jumped when you barked out his name. He squeaked out a 'yes' in return. You really could be quite intimidating when you wanted to be.

"Where the hell is Theodore?"

"Last I saw him he was out in the gardens."

You swung your bag over your shoulder, watching on in amusement while Mattheo delivered a rapid thump to the back of Draco's head. The boys began to squabble, but you didn't stay to watch, instead taking off towards the gardens.

When you got there, Theo was pacing back in forth in front of the Gardenias. The sound of your approaching footsteps startled him and he whipped around to see who'd followed him out here. As his eyes fell on your figure, he noticeably relaxed.

"Theodore, are you alright?" You repeated your words from last night. Theo's chest heaved as he took a rather deep breath.

"Gardenias were her favorite flower."

You stared on in confusion before it hit you. "Your mother."

You remembered hearing your parents talk about the death of Isabella Nott when you were around 8 or 9 years old. Cantankerous Nott was a prominent figure in the Ministry of Magic, so the death of his wife spread like wildfire amongst the wizarding world.

"When I want to talk to her, I come out here. Being near Gardenias makes me feel... closer to her. I know it's silly."

"It's not silly Theo." This was the most that anyone had ever heard Theo speak. There was no way you were going to let him recluse out of unnecessary embarrassment.

"When I was a boy, my father used to hit my mother. I- I couldn't understand why. She was kind, loving, beautiful. Everything a foul man like him could've hoped for. It frustrated me that I couldn't do anything to help her."

He took a deep breath and tears welled up in his eyes. His gaze had found it's way back to the Gardenias and he focused on them as he continued.

"Then one day, I came home from primary school and they were fighting. My father was the angriest I'd ever seen him. My mother told me to go upstairs to my room. But I didn’t want to leave her so I hid behind the stairs, peeking through the bars. I was worried for her. Then as I watched, my father beat my mother to death. It's why I can see the Thestrals. It's... also why I don't speak. I prefer to be in my mind, where I can be with my memories of her."

Though you couldn't exactly relate to Theodore, your heart ached for him. To have watched his mother die at such a young age, and at the hands of his own father in such a brutal way. It's understandable the impact that it had on him.

“That’s understandable.”

Theo turned to face you, face flushed and chest heaving as though he’d just run a mile.

“It’s more than that though. If you stay away from people, you can’t get attached. If you don’t get attached…”

He trailed off but you could piece together what he was getting at fairly easily.

“You don’t have to worry about getting hurt.”

Theo nodded, chestnut curls blowing gently as a breeze passed through. Your hand made itself busy toying with the leaves of a nearby bush. The deep tones of Theo’s voice echoed as he spoke again.

“It’s different with you. I tried like hell not to get attached. But I can’t help it but want to be close to you. Because you’re so kind. Because you don’t push me to speak, instead you fill the silence with your own beautiful voice. Because for the first time since her death, being present, with you, brings me more happiness than being in my memories with her.”

Theo motioned frantically with his hands as he spoke. It was odd to see a boy usually so stoic be overcome with emotions in this way. When he turned to face the Gardenia bushes again, you came to stand beside him. With gentle hands, you ran your fingers over the white petals of the Gardenias.

“You know I remember reading something once in a muggle book about flowers. Muggles are so silly, aren’t they?”

When Theo turned to you with a questioning look, you took that as your cue to continue.

“They see things they don’t understand. They label them as ‘miracles’ and then come up with these ridiculous folktales and stories just so they don’t have to face the discomfort of not knowing. It must be maddening to them, not knowing.

“Not knowing about where they came from. Or what comes after when they… pass. So instead they label everything, instead of marveling in the beauty and the realness of simply not knowing.”

The boy at your side had completely torn his attention from the ivory flowers and fixed his gaze on you. His eyes seemed to hold and unspoken question, are you going anywhere with this?

“They have a belief about Gardenias. Ancient tales speak of gods and goddesses who transformed Gardenias into sacred tokens, giving them magical properties, which I found to be most intriguing considering that nowadays the majority of muggles don’t believe in magic at all.

“One thing I did find particularly interesting. The muggles believe that Gardenias signify an untold love. They are also given to convey “you're lovely”. Because of this, the gardenia is a flower that they give to lovers, friends, and even family. It's a way of telling them how lovely they are.”

You grasped his hand in his.

“Theo I think remembering your mother through Gardenias is a lovely way to do so. I think she would’ve liked that. And I believe that whatever happens to us when we die, your mother uses all of her strength to tell you through every Gardenia on Earth how much she loves you.”

With your kind words, the dam that seemed to be holding in Theo’s emotions for the last 7 years, shattered. Hits tears streamed down his face and he all but launched himself into your arms. He cried, sobbed actually, and clutched your figure closely to his.

When he finally calmed, his rough hand made its way back into yours. He sniffled softly for a few minutes and the pair of you watched the Gardenias together for a little while.

Finally, after he’d regained control, Theo plucked a Gardenia from the bushes and brought out his wand. He muttered a few spells softly which you recognized as preservation spells. Then, to your surprise, he held the flower out to you with two simple words.

“You’re lovely.”

“Promise?”

You teased him lightly, returning the words he’d spoken to you yesterday afternoon.

Theo fought his own grin at the way your lips turned up. He did have a reputation to uphold and he couldn’t very well do that if he was caught grinning at you.

“Promise.”

Oh to hell with Theodore Nott’s bloody reputation. In the week following your stolen moments in the garden, you and Theodore Nott began courting. When the rest of Hogwarts got wind after a Hufflepuff saw him kiss you outside of the Herbology greenhouse, the student body descended into chaos.

Still, the chatters died down within the day following. In fact, most of your fellow students seemed to think that the whisperings surrounding a relationship between yourself and Theo were simply rumors.

‘She spends a lot of time with the Slytherins.’ One student whispered in the back of Potions.

‘So? She’s friends with Pansy Parkinson, isn’t that her lot as well.’ Another student whispered back.

And since neither you nor Theodore were particularly large gossips, not one of the pair of you said anything to confirm or deny the rumors. Which only fueled more into the leading theory, that the Hufflepuff who saw you kiss was simply imagining it.

Of course, you, Theodore, and the rest of Mattheo & Co. knew differently but that didn’t really bother either of you.

So Theodore continued his life in peace. Knowing that he had the most beautiful girl in the castle in his arms every night, and his reputation for being the most emotionless son a bitch in Hogwarts was still in tact. Theodore Nott had found happiness for once.

Or he was happy.

That is until he saw that bloody Ravenclaw Anthony Goldstein chatting you up by the juice at the evening’s Slytherin House Party.

All week Theo had successfully maintained his carefree and cold hearted front. Yet watching the stupid blonde chat you up while you constantly waved him away made his blood boil. It was more than simple jealousy. It was disrespectful enough to dally around with another man’s girl. But to continue to harass the poor girl when she’d clearly asked you to leave was just in poor character. And for Goldstein to think he could get away with pursuing Theodore’s girl at all was ridiculous and frankly insulting.

So, employing a trick as old as time itself, Theodore stood from his seat next to Draco and just walked away. Whatever the platinum blonde was saying to him was cut off. He looked around at the others around him, motioning to Theo’s retreating figure.

“What are gonna do with him?”

But Theo ignored him. If he didn’t want to entertain Draco’s nonsense any longer, it was his given right to walk away. He had legs, after all.

Legs which were currently making short time towards where his beautiful girlfriend stood in a black cocktail dress. As soon as he was in arms reach, Theo pulled her soft figure into his own, closer and closer until he could smell the perfume on her. It was like having his own little Amortentia when he was around you. As usual, the feeling of your soft skin against his was calming.

It should have been calming.

It would have been calming.

If that idiot blonde hadn’t rudely interrupted Theodore’s plan to remove his personal heaven from the situation by walking the pair of you away from fucking Anthony Goldstein.

“Wait! I was trying to give her an invitation for the party Ravenclaw is having next week.”

Theo stopped and turned, desperately trying to reel in his anger for your sake.

“Sorry she has awful memory.”

The edges of Theo’s mouth ticked up slightly as a giggle broke from your lips behind him. He fought the urge to smile at the sound of your laughter.

“That’s alright I can just tell you, mate.”

This kid was either absolutely stupid or had a death wish. Clearly, you weren’t interested. Clearly, you were already well taken care of.

“No need, mate.” Theo spit out the word in a tone drastically unlike the cheerful one that Goldstein had used. They most certainly were not mates.

“Oh come on, Nott. It can’t hurt.”

Finally Theo’s resolve snapped. He released your hand from his own, faintly aware of your hand grasping the back of his shirt as he stepped closer to the boy in front of him.

“Might hurt.” The words concealed a thinly veiled threat. One that Anthony Goldstein apparently picked up on.

His face blanched and his features twisted. He returned the Slytherins glare with a less effective one of his own.

“Is that a threat?”

“It’s a promise.”

A beat of tense silence passed between the pair, interrupted by you.

“Oh—kay. Let’s all calm down. We’re all… acquaintances?”

Even calling the two boys acquaintances was a major stretch. But before Theo could satisfy the growing need to slam his fist into Anthony’s face repeatedly, the Ravenclaw scoffed out a ‘whatever’ and stalked away.

“Theo…”

Your soft lips dragged out the syllables of Theo’s name but he was still feeling the after effects of his jealousy. He couldn’t believe that stupid fucker had the nerve to challenge him for a girl that was already his. No more of that.

Theo gently took your small wrist in his hand. He led you to the top of the stone stairs that let to the Slytherin Dorms. As you passed, heads turned. And by the time you made it to the top of the grand staircase, every pair of eyes in the party had focused on the two of you.

And in front of all of them, Theo kissed you. Fiercely.

The party was silenced in shock. Even the music had stopped. A few students whispered between themselves. Theo’s friends were exchanging grins and knowing looks.

Theo finally felt at peace as he leaned his forehead against yours.

“You’re my girlfriend.”

“Promise.”

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MUNCH | M.R

⚠️- oral (f receiving), possible manipulation, orgasm control, teasing, dirty words, sub/dom!mattheo.

🌈- y/n is pink & mattheo is red.

summary- y/n is mad at mattheo & he figures out how to make her forgive him.

HE SITS ACROSS FROM ME, staring holes through my soul. I try to ignore him, after all, I’ve kept my game up all day.. surely I can do it some more, right?

Pansy continues with her ramble, whinging about who I assume is Blaise. The two of them are currently in an argument, just like Mattheo and I. Except, nobody knows we’re in an argument.

That’s the difference between mine and Pansy’s relationship; mine is private, whereas hers might as well be broadcasted to the whole school.

His foot kicks mine, but I ignore it. He huffs, banging his hand on the table. Everyone around us jumps, but I only roll my eyes. “Stop being a stubborn little bitch and answer me.” His dark voice barks across the table.

I raise my brows at the annoying boy before me, standing up out of my seat. “You’re so fucking embarrassing.” I spit, storming away from the table, anger radiating off my body.

I unintentionally crash into a tall figure, body coming to a halt. Cedric Diggory places his hand on my shoulder, looking down at me with concern. Before any of us say a word, someone interrupts.

That someone is my possessive ass boyfriend, stomping his feet toward us. “Get your fucking hands off her, Diggory” He demands, pointing his index finger at the brunette standing too close to me, too close for Mattheo’s liking.

Diggory is quick to move away, hand no longer touching me. I huff, turning to face an overly angry Mattheo Riddle, who is towered over me.

“Why are you such a fucking fool?” I huff, hands placed on my hips. He rolls his brown eyes, blowing out a breath. I turn away from him, feet carrying me in the direction of the dungeons.

He follows behind, cursing at my quick pace. I murmur the password to the painted picture before me, stepping through the now opened doors. Mattheo follows in after me, gripping onto my arm, pulling me close to him.

I huff, turning my body to face his. His bulge presses against me, drenching the panties I wear under my short school skirt.

“I’m sorry, let me make it up to you.”

SILKY BLACK SHEETS TOUCH MY SKIN, my bare body pressed against the softness of his king size mattress. His strong body holds mine down, eyes locked with mine. I shiver under his warm touch, nerves flooding throughout my body.

“You’re gonna let me make it up to you, aren’t you baby?” He whispers, lips an inch away from mine. I swallow my nerves, hands cupping his cheeks. The man on top of me raises his brows, bulge pressed into my skin, once again.

“I doubt you can, Mattheo” I reply, simply rolling my eyes at him.

Mattheos warm lips press against the skin of my neck, soft kisses trailing toward my breasts. I arch my back off the mattress, grinding against his cock, desperately throbbing for him.

His laugh vibrates against my skin, causing me to squirm. My whines echo throughout the room, back still arching off the mattress. I moan softly, feeling his lips travel down my body, kissing purple bruises into my skin.

He gets closer and closer to my dripping pussy, veiny hands spreading my legs as wide as they can go. I groan, feeling his finger slide across my slide.

“Mhm, you’re so fucking wet- Such a slut for me, huh?” He speaks after what felt like years of silence, making the couple hairs on my body stand up. I nod, feeling a sting against my thigh almost immediately.

“You ought to use your fucking words.” He demands, squeezing my thick, pale thighs. My lip quivers, breath shaky.

“I’m sorry sir- Yes, all for you.” I mumble out, letting my back press back into the mattress. He slips a finger inside me, feeling around my wet pussy. Sounds of my wetness echo throughout his room, a smirk playing on his lips, eyes staring deep into mine.

I melt into the sheets, moaning uncontrollably when he begins pumping in and out of me with two fingers. His long fingers are coated in my slick, smirk never disappearing from his face.

I grind against his fingers, so desperate to feel the tying knot at the bottom of my stomach. The man below me slaps my thigh, warning me to quit being impatient.

I comply, huffing out a apology.

His tongue replaces his fingers, swirling deep inside me. My moans fill the room, his fingernails digging into my thighs, drawing blood that trickles down my leg.

I’ve never noticed how long his tongue is, weirdly enough it being inside me is all that it takes for me to notice that. His laugh vibrates against me, once again, causing me to whine desperately.

“W-Why are you laughing?” I stutter, biting my bottom lip, eyes pointed up at the ceiling. He laughs some more, pulling his tongue out of me. Taps are felt against my thigh, telling me to look at him. I do as told, eyes locking with his.

“My tongues long, aye?” He mocks, thinking as himself as some comedian. I huff at the brunette in between my legs, pushing my thighs closer to his head. Moans fall from his lips, “Keep at your job, brat.” I demand.

He nods in response, diving back into my folds, slipping his tongue inside me, once again. If the pressure isn’t bad enough, he decided to add that; using his thumb to draw circles amongst my swollen clit.

I begin screaming, body moving to get away from his touch. He pushes onto my lower stomach, holding me down. I cry out begs, feeling myself clench around his tongue.

He grinds against the bed, attempting to get some sort of friction.

My body grinds into his mouth. “Please, I- I need to cum!” I whimper, hands gripping onto the sheets below my body.

“Do you forgive me?” He questions, slowing his pace on my clit. I shake my head, being truthful with him. He slaps his hand against my thigh, causing me to wince out in pain and frustration.

“Fuck! Please!?” I beg, hoping he accepts, but he just asks me the same question. Over and over, but I keep telling him no. My orgasm grows closer, body twitching as he sucks on my clit, tongue bow drawing circles on it.

His fingers slide back inside me, a third one being added to the mix. “Do. You. Forgive. Me?” He asks, dominating voice echoing in my brain.

I nod frantically, hands rushing to his curls. My fingers tangle with them as I roughly tug on them, almost ripping them from his head. He moans against my clit, free hand squeezing my skin.

“I forgive you baby boy! Please, please!!” I shout. He nods, smiling a soft smile at me. I groan, coming in his mouth, this load bigger than ever.

HE SITS UP, sitting himself beside me. My eyes fall to the wet patch on his pants, a laugh erupting from my lips. “You came in your pants?” I shout, laughing at him.

His cock throbs against the zipper of his pants, begging to be released. The man falls into the pillows, “Fuck, don’t laugh at me..” He cries, no longer the guy he was just two seconds ago.

I pull his zipper down, tossing his pants across the room. He then slides his boxers off, wincing when the cold air coming from the fan, hits his swollen dick. “Don’t worry, sir. I’ll make it up to you.” I mock, gaining a dirty look from him.

I roll my eyes, jumping onto his stand up cock. He moans an unexpected moan, eyes widened at how tight I am around his girth. My body moves on top of his, tits bouncing as I ride him.

Desperate moans from him fill the room, hands rested against my hips, helping me move at a demonic pace. “Mommy, fuck!” He screams, throwing his head back into the comfort of his pillows.

Sweat rolls down his forehead, orgasm building up in his balls. I nod my head, telling him to cum inside my pussy. “Fill me with your cum, Mattheo. Come on, put your babies inside me!” I shout, causing his cock to twitch deep inside me.

The man comes, making me moan breathy moans. My body collapses against his chest, the two of us soon falling asleep, cock still buried deep inside me.

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King Of My Heart (Body And Soul)~ R. Lupin.

Chapter 1 - Stranger that I know.

Ootp! Remus Lupin x Sirius's sister!Reader

Synopsis: When James and lily died, and your brother was sent to Azkaban, Remus was the only person you have left. Until he left too. What happens when he returns after the events of Sirius's escape, only to find out you have a son? A son that's his.

WC: 817 words

Warnings: lots of italics, probably grammatical mistakes, kiss(es), might be ooc idk, child (?), fem reader, italics are flashbacks ( idk), love (ew), [ look at series masterlist for all content warnings]

A/n: bear with me on this one, it's rather short but it's to jumpstart the series so i can write the rest of the parts. If you like this, please reblog and comment! <3

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"When did you say they were arriving again?"

Your voice echoes through the walls of the kitchen at 12 Grimmauld place. you wipe down the kitchen counters as another smaller, more meek voice replies.

"Mum we talked about this" That's your son. Regulus.

After the event of your brother passing, you wanted to honour his name. Such a beautiful name it was. No matter how cruel the people to name him were.

"I know ,I just worry, what if they get lost? maybe they couldn't find the place? what if they got caught- " Your rambling was interrupted by your son once again.

"MUM! nothing is going to happen. Besides, he's your brother. And he has lived here before. You know him." Regulus reasoned, and frankly his reasoning was logical. you were just...paranoid.

You did however, leave out the fact that what truly made you nervous was Remus.

"Well i haven't for the past 14 years, Regulus." you replied, snappy, referring to sirius. Your impatience was nearly rivaling that of your son.

"when is it arrivingggg?" a voice full of exasperation nearly whines as the screeching sound of trolly wheels comes to a halt.

An eleven year old regulus rocks back and forth on the balls of his feet as he (claimed to) patiently wait for hogwarts express to make it's way into the platform.

A thirty three year old you bent down to brush away his untamed curls, sighing as you did so.

"It will arrive soon enough, dove. Calm down."

Your voice tried to reason but little regulus's patience was waning. You had never seen a kid be so excited at the thought of going off to boarding school. But you suppose watching his older brother Harry would have embedded him with some form of excitement for the school.

You would be lying if you said you weren’t just as excited. It was your son’s first day at school. Big boy wizarding school.You were excited to see your boy go to the place you first knew as home, meet your former professors, roam the halls that you did, and make friends.

You did not, however, expect his first friend to be Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy and your dearest cousin. In a way the two were cousins, they just didn’t know it yet.

That summer, when regulus came back from Hogwarts, he had a plethora of stories to tell you. His rant began with his new friends, Draco, Blaise, Pansy and Theo, and ended with his defense against the dark arts professor, Remus Lupin.

Needless to say all colour drained from your face at the mention of him. Remus Lupin…how do you even begin to describe remus lupin?

Remus is pretty.

He is pretty like the sunrise in winter, when the sky is faded out and it's warm. Thats what you think as you sit on the roof of potter manor. Chatting, with hands occupied by, what you think is, beer in plastic cups. You felt giddy, perhaps it was the alcohol in your system. Or the gentle brush of his hand on your clothed thigh. You felt…in love. Somewhere along the way your innocent schoolgirl crush had become something more. You hoped it had been so for him as well.

“Dove…”

His velvety voice catches your attention. You turn your head to him, only to see him still facing the sun. You’re sure he’s seen your movement though, as he takes it as his que to continue.

Nothing. Nothing could brace you for the words that were to follow.

“I fancy you.” Your eyes widen.He continues.

“I have for some time now… I think you fancy me too? Not to- I- uhm–”

“I do.” you find yourself speaking.

That was your first of many kisses to come.

Just then, the sound of the doorbell catches your attention.

“That must be them” your son says, in a rather ‘i told you so’ tone.

You rush to wipe your hands on the kitchen towel and head for the door.

Taking a deep breath to brace yourself for what’s probably Remus Lupin on the other side of the door, you pull it open with a creak.

Your eyes immediately find his.

And for a moment, you're fourteen again. Staring at the brown haired bloke across kings cross station, as he laughs with your brother. Mesmerized by his eyes, his nose, his lips, his scars. You knew that face all too well.

You blink and you're back at the doorway. Staring at those brown eyes, those eyes you knew...all too well.

"Remus.."

"Hi, love"

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thedrarrylibrarian · 8 months

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Hi! Thanks for running this amazing blog! Lately I've been feeling like reading Drarry fics that would have some nice Harry & Ginny friendship in them, but haven't really been able to find any. You got any recs? Thanks again!

I cannot abide fics in which Ginny is the bad guy! Even in fics where the break up between Harry and Ginny is difficult and complicated, I fully believe that they eventually make it back into friendship. Book Ginny is such a badass, and has nothing but love and support for her best bud, Harry Potter.

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A half angsty drama, half romcom of Harry working on himself, learning how to accept help from his friends, and falling in love with his childhood nemesis.

Blood and Fire by @lqtraintracks (44,888 words, rated E)

Harry has spent the last twelve years in Romania, not returning to England as often as he knows he should. It's complicated. But when Ginny asks him to be her best man and help her plan her wedding, he can't say no. Having a reckoning with his choices, with himself, won't be easy. To say nothing of seeing Draco again.

Nearly Lost Things, Carefully Tended by @norelationtoatticus (46,653 words, rated E)

Three years after the war, Harry is lost, drifting, and feeling left behind. In an effort to get control of his life, he commits to cleaning out Grimmauld Place top-to-bottom and forcing it to be a home, whether it likes it or not. The rotten old house is stuffed full of antiques, and Harry is shocked to discover none other than Draco Malfoy running the local antique shop. Malfoy is polite -- too polite, and Harry soon finds himself with a mission: to annoy and bother Malfoy with the most hideous, absurd antiques he can find. But along the way, Harry comes to appreciate Draco, his work, and the power of connecting to the people who came before him. It's a hard lesson, but Harry learns that if he wants to build a future, he has to reconnect to his past, and Draco might just be the one to help him do it.

A Gift of True Esteem by @teledild0nix (53,965 words, rated E)

Professor Draco Malfoy believes he has something unique to bring to Hogwarts' History of Magic course. Professor Harry Potter is willing to be convinced.

Had To Be You @lettersbyelise (59,020 words, rated E)

Draco Malfoy is possibly the last person Harry expects to find at the wheel of a Muggle car, on a beautiful summer day on the road to London.

This is the story of how Harry runs into Draco once, twice, three times, and how he doesn’t leave their next meeting to chance.

Such Great Heights by aideomai (93,302 words, rated E)

Draco Malfoy, wide-eyed and pale and in a decidedly ragged shirt, was crouched next to the pile of whatever the dragon had been eating.

Harry threw himself to a halt and yelled, “Merlin, how many times do I have to save your life?”

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the-ultimate-obsessive-fangirl · 1 month

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A/N: I replied to a request ages ago it was george Weasley x fem Slytherin reader ending with smut and I just spent like 3 hours editing and adding to it to improve it. Here you go :) 💗

Warnings: smut, p in v, praise kink if you squint (barely there), orgasm denial, overstimulation, cunnilingus, deapthroating, Draco kinda being an ass, harry kinda being an ass too, swearing idk if I missed anything out let me know please :) ❤

Word count 4350 (yes I did make it so it was an even number for people with OCD like me because it's something normal and shouldn't be alienated it should be acknowledged and people should do things to help people with OCD out)

"George, Geooooorgggeee GEORGE" George snapped out of his day dream with a start. "What fred" George said rolling his eyes lifting his head from his fist to look at his twin. "You're staring at her... AGAIN" Fred said exasperated.

"How can I NOT she's gorgeous, she has nice eyes, nice hair, amazing smile, her laugh literally sounds like a Phoenix song and don't even get me started on her personality... " George rambled on dreamily

"She's a Slytherin George" Harry deadpanned interrupting him rudely

"She's not actually half bad mate considering that she's a pure blood Slytherin and all that she doesn't seem to obsessed with purebloods" Fred told the bespectacled boy pointedly

"See" George said

"Even Fred agrees that she's amazingly gorgeous" "woah woah woah I never said that... " Fred started

"George stop being a mushy simp and just go ask her out if you're that in love with her " Ron said annoyed

"But what if she rejects me or.... " George started. It's unusual for him to be so hesitant in asking a girl out this completely opposed his usual confident demeanor.

"JUST GO" Harry Ron and Hermione said in unison

"Fine fine I'll go but if I get rejected all three of you owe me 5 gallions" George exclaimed standing from the Gryffindor table and walking over towards where you were sat at the Slytherin table

"Hey Y/N...." He started

"Oh here comes the carrot top blood traitor " Draco interrupted seethingly

"Draco shut up and stop" You said to him firmly "what I'm just saying it how it is Y/N" he said clearly annoyed by the presence of George

"I said.... Stop" You said firmly glaring at him furiously

"Fine" he said moodily and returning to the conversation he was having with pansy

You stood up and walked over to where George was stood a couple of feet away

"I'm so sorry about him" you said "he's actually really caring beneath all of the pure blood shit his parents just sort of brainwashed him.. Especially his dad. Anyway sorry I'm rambling on what's wrong? "

"It's fine don't worry I don't take it to heart but thank you for you know... Standing up for me" George told you blushing ever so slightly

" that's absolutely fine I'm glad to help out a fellow blood traitor " you said jokingly. Everyone knew that you had a horrible relationship with your parents and they had disowned you so for now you were living at the Malfoy man or much to Lucius' dismay.

" so what can I help you with? " you asked grinning up at him

"Well I was just wondering if maybe you wanted to maybe go out to Hogsmede with me this weekend" he said blushing furiously scratching the back of his neck nervously

"Of course, I would love to ! " you said happily "do you want me to drop by the Gryffindor common room then we can walk down together? " you asked

"No absolutely no you're the lady so I'm picking you up at YOUR common room okay!? " he said pointedly regaining his usual confidence now that he hadn't been rejected. He wasn't about to let you be the man of the date you deserve to be treated like a princess

"okay so that's a date then? " you said smiling. You were pleased that finally one of the boys that had asked you on a date had the decency to pick you up. (You have had A LOT of boys asking you out because you were the heart throb of Slytherin. You weren't a slag or anything like that but you'd been through a quarter of your year )

"Yea sure.. That's a date " he replied

"okay I'll see you on Saturday I'll talk to you later or I'm going to be late for charms " you said checking your watch "ok, see ya" George said

You both turned to walk away but then

"George hang on a sec" you said jogging over to him "What's wr..... " he started. But you cut him off as you stood on your tip toes and kissed him lightly on the cheek "thanks for asking me out" you said and before he even got a chance to open his mouth to reply you had already jogged off to your next lesson.

Fred walked back to his friends stunned and madly blushing. "So you got the date then judging by that oh so innocent gesture that left you in this state" Fred said grinning madly knowing that he would tease George for at least 2 weeks for being in such a state after one kiss on the cheek by a girl

"Yea" George said still stunned his cheeks flushed still

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(Saturday)

George stood outside the Slytherin common room waiting for you to come out.

"Sorry I kept you waiting I couldn't find my purse and I wanted to pop into zonko's so I wasn't about to leave without my purse" you said slightly flushed you had just spent the last 10 minutes rushing around looking for your purse.

"That's absolutely fine and thank God you're off into zonko's because me and Fred need some more Dr Filibuster's Fireworks we ran out last week when we got detention for setting them off during transfiguration" George said smiling at the memory

"Right then good sir off to zonko's we go" you said poshly "Why of course my lady" George replied playing along and and bowing deeply offering you his hand graciously. You took it just as graciously

"why thank you kind sir" you said

You both walked off laughing and chatting animatedly. Once you had been to zonko's for a few hours George turned to you and asked

"Where to next? "

"We are NOT going to madam Puddifoots anywhere but there! " you said seriously

"Oh thank god you said that! " George said sounding relieved "three broomsticks? " you asked

"Yep definitely" he replied grinning.

Once you had arrived at the three broomsticks and chosen a table George asked "butter beer? "

"yes please let me get out my pur... " you started but George interrupted you

"absolutely not fuck no I'm not letting you pay for your own drink I'm paying and that's final. Now do you want your drink hot or cold" he said firmly giving you a dont-you-dare-argue-with-me look. Usually you would pay for it yourself as you had been brought up to be independent and do everything yourself (another toxic trait your parents had passed onto you)

"George are you sure?? " you said feeling a little bit guilty "yes I'm absolutely sure" he said "hot or cold? " he asked again "George it's in the middle of summer... " you said looking at him with a 'seriously' look

" I take that as cold" he said laughing and going to order your drinks. About 2 mins later George came back with your drinks he sat down and took a sip. You looked at him and snorted with laughter.

"What?? " he said confused

"you've got a little something there" you said pointing to your the end of your nose. George had gotten the froth of his butter beer on his nose. He wiped the tip of his nose with the back of his hand. "Have I got it?? " he asked

"yea" you said laughing

He hadn't got it but you thought you'd have a little fun and let him believe that he had.

"Y/N I was just wondering if maybe you wanted to come back to the Gryffindor common room once we've got back to the castle instead of going back to yours? " he asked "Yea sure I'd like that" you said smiling and trying to surprise your laughter at the fact that he still had butter beer froth on the end of his nose luckily he didn't notice.

After about 3 rounds of butter beer you both decided to head back to the Gryffindor common room. "Do you think your friends will be ok with me in your common room considering I'm a Slytherin? " you asked George "Of course they will! " George said surprised

"Are you sure? . You don't think I'll make anyone uncomfortable do you? " you asked

George half absent mindedly threaded his hand through yours and said "I promise no one is going to mind"

He noticed that he had taken your hand in his and let go immediately

"sorry" he said "I wasn't thinking"

"no it's ok" you said grabbing his hand again and looking up at him "I liked it" he down smiled at you holding onto your hand more tightly.

You got to the portrate of the fat lady George stood there and said "shit I forgot the password ummmm.... "

"Daisy's " you said and the door opened George looked at you "how did you... "

"overheard one of the prefects telling Neville the other day" you said smiling

"you're amazing" he said awestruck "after you" he gestured

You walked in and looked around

"oh my god it's so much nicer in here, the Slytherin common room is shit compared to this " you said amazed. George laughed "I'm glad you like it , come on " he put his hand on the small of your back and guided you to the sofa. He sat down and you sat next to him he put an arm around you and you leant into him

"Ah is this the lovely Y/N? " Fred said coming over to you and George offering you a welcoming smile he sat beside you and you offered to shake his hand. He took your hand but jumped back immediately. You and George shook with laughter

"Electric shock ring" you said wheezing "got it from Zonko's" . Fred grinned at you then looked at George "I like this one" he said then he looked at you "welcome to the family"

He looked at George again and then furrowed his brows slightly looking at the froth still on his nose. "Geo.." He started but then stopped as you put a finger to your lips and mouthed "don't tell him" he winked at you understanding the assignment

Luckily George didn't notice this interaction as he was too occupied with the arrival of Harry, Ron, Hermione and, Ginny.

"Hi Y/N" Ginny said as though you had been friends for years

"Hi Ginny " you said smiling kindly at her

"Oh yea sorry hi to everyone else as well " you added

"Hi" Hermione said sitting down opposite to you

"Hi" Ron said sitting next to Hermione

"Hi" Harry said coldly sitting on the other side of Hermione which was a mistake because as soon as he sat down Hermione elbowed him hard in the ribs

"Ow what did you do that for? " he said to Hermione

"Because you need to watch your tone not every Slytherin is an asshole " Hermione said pointedly

"It's ok I get it" You said looking down "I guess.... Not everyone knows how amazing I am " you said putting the back of your hand to your forehead and pretending to faint onto George.

Everyone laughed and Harry let out a sort of snort of laughter

Hermione elbowed him again looking at him pointedly. He rolled his eyes"Sorry" he said half hartedlh "i guess you don't seem too bad"

"Don't seem too bad! " you exclaimed looking scandalized "What treachery is this? " you said looking to George wide eyed and offended

"Why my lady, I do not know! " George said playing along "Alright I take it back your amazing" Harry said laughing at the shared ridiculousness you and George had. He was still a bit cold towards you after that but eventually he warmed up to you and stopped being an ass.

Somehow Fred had managed to tell the others not to mention the butter beer froth without George noticing. So after an hour or so of just the 7 of you talking George said

"Why do you lot keep staring at the tip of my nose ? "

"No reason " Fred said innocently

"pffftt yea right" George said sarcastically. He got up to look in the mirror just above the fire place he turned around and looked at you.

"You little shit" he said "you told me I got it" he said wiping the froth off of his nose

You and the others laughed

"So you're telling me that for the past 4 hours I've had this shit on my face"

You and the others were now histerically laughing at Georges pissed off face

"Yep" you said grinning at him maliciously.He came over to you grabbed a pillow and threw it at you. You caught it and threw it back hitting him square in the face. This kick started off a big pillow fight between the 7 of you. You ran up into the boys dorm as George ran after you with a particularly big pillow. You managed to get up there 15 seconds before he did. You grabbed a pillow off of one of the beds and drew the curtains around the bed but hid underneath the bed knowing that you could ambush George when he opened up the curtains on the 4 poster bed.

George came up with his pillow and (predictably) went straight to the bed with the curtains closed. He ripped open the curtain and lept onto the bed expecting to find you there. You shot out from underneath the bed and ambushed him. He flipped onto his back and held his arms above his face laughing. You were almost straddling him with both your knees either side of him you were hovering just above him. After a couple of hits you threw the pillow to the side and put both of your hands either side of his head panting slightly.

"Accepts defeat! " You told him grinning

"never! " he said and flipped the two of you, so he was above you.

"Ha" he said

"ugh shut up" you groaned

"make me " he started smirking

"fine" you replied. You trapped the back of his neck and brought his lips crashing down onto yours.

You kissed him passionately and to your surprise after a couple of seconds he kissed you back with just as much passion .

He reacted instantly and within seconds his hands were trailing down your body and stopping at your hips, his thumbs caressing them.

He pulled away from the kiss , flustered and slightly pink in the cheeks.

You both felt it now ,the definite sexual tension between the two of you, he was already half hard and you were begginng to get wet a dull ache that needed to be cured setting between your legs. You both knew what was gonna happen next. And things became more serious as the sexual tension built up.

He looked into your eyes "This ok? " he asked not wanting to do anything without your permission (COZ CONSENT IS FIT)

He uooked his thumbs into the band of your jeans to indicate what he meant, not that he needed to though.

You nodded your head

"Words sweetheart. I won't do anything without verbal consent " he said slightly cautiously

"George? "

"Mhm"

"Ruin me" you whispered seductively

His lips smashed down onto yours as you both made out passionately. He brought his knee up and settled it between your legs putting the much needed pressure on your aching (and now dripping wet) pussy.

"George please" you said breathlessly, wanting more.

He took action heeding your request and gradually you began to undress each other as you continued to kiss.

George stopped the kiss his hands on your bra clasp. He looked in you again, looking for consent. You gave a small nod and he took off your bra (with a tiny bit of difficulty) and threw it to the side. He stared at you completely dumb struck

"You're fucking gorgeous" he said kissing the valley between your breasts

You chuckled your breath hitching slightly at the contact "you're not to bad yourself" you said staring at his abs

He grinned and started kissing his way down your body. He stopped came back up and began to knead your breasts with his hands.

You let out a soft breathy moan, which spurred him on further. You had very sensitive breasts so every touch felt like heaven. He began to play with your nipples alternating between sucking on your right nipple and kneeding your left breast one minute then sucking on your left nipple and kneeding your right breast the next minute.

After about 5 minutes of this he moved back up to your lips and began making out with you again, eagerly you met his lips and kissed him back. His moved away from your lips slowly kissing his way along your jawline and finding the sweet spot on your neck and sucking on it leaving a (very dark) hickey behind and making you moan softly at the sensation.

After making a few more (noticeable) hickeys on your neck, he slowly kissed his way down your body keeping eye contact with you the whole time. When he got to your knickers ((panties if you're American)) he asked

"May I? "

"Yes" you said "please,... Be my guest"

He smiled and took your knickers ((again panties if you're American)) off and spread your legs gently with his hands. He looked you in the eyes before dipping down and slowly licking the length of your pussy. You let out a moan and thread your hands through his hair, not to push him just to have your hands there.

"Fucking gorgeous girl" he said, more to himself but it made you blush nonetheless

After a few more slow licks, he started to speed up. Focusing on your sensitive clit he alternated between circles and flicking your clit with his tongue. Every now and again he dipped his tongue into your cunt and tested your hole. He would start and stop his actions alternatively so when he started again it was a pleasant surprise that made moans and profanities spring from your mouth. You noticed you were coming close to your orgasm and chased it, you began to slightly buck your hips into him whilst your moans and the string of pleas' and sweet nothings became more frequent and louder . He lapped at your pussy faster and your moans were now just endless strings .

You felt a knot forming in your stomach as he focused all of his attention onto your bundle of nerves

"Gorge... " you moaned out your hands curling into his hair

He seemed to understand and started sucking on your clit and brought up two long slender digits and began to pump two fingers into your (now drenched and dripping) pussy. You felt the knot get tighter and tighter until it almost snapped.

Just as you we're about to cum George stopped much to your dismay

"George please" you whimpered

"Shhhh I've got you love " he cooed as he brought your legs up onto his shoulders and used one hand to arch your back wonderully. He delved back into his actions faster than before and your nerve ending we're deliciously tingling, every part of your body tingling in anticipation. The new position brought you onto new levels pleasure and after another minute off all this the coil that had been getting tighter and tighter and tighter finally snapped.

You tilted your head head back letting out a loud moan your thighs shook around his head . He continued his actions relentlessly and you were sure he sped up.

"Fuck George I can't.. " you whimpered, begging to get overestimated

He lifted his head his chin covered in your juices, "c'mon love give me another one you can do that for me can't you? "

"Okay" you said

"Good girl" he said as he went straight back to his assault on your pussy.

He pushed up a bit with his hand, arching your back more as he hummed into your pussy sending vibrations through your body. It didn't take long for you to cum again as you were still extremely sensitive from your last orgasm.

The coil snapped again and you came, hard, your thighs shaking again and your hands gripping onto the bed sheets and you let out a string of (almost pornographic) moans, praises and profanities.

He slowed his actions wanting to fully milk you of your orgasm before stopping and wiping his ching with his fingers and then sucking them clean.

"God you taste amazing" he stated almost dreamily

Panting you said "you're good, like.... Really good"

He grinned and replied "it's only going to get better from here"

"Fuck I don't know if I can come again" you said uncertain as you were already overstimulated

He moved back up to your dance and put a finger underneath the tip of your chin and kissed you softly and gently.

"Don't worry love, I'll go gentle with you"

He unbuckled his belt and took his trousers off discarding them somewhere near the foot of the bed on the floor. He pumped himself a couple times before you sat up and moved his hand out the way.

"Let me" you said, wanting to repay the favour

He gave you a nod leaning back onto his elbows and you started pumping him up and down slowly. He hummed in appraisal as you spread up your actions.you leant down and took his cock into your mouth taking him completely

"Fuck" he moaned as he tiled his head back closing his eyes.

Your deal throated him until he nearly came and he put a hand in your hair stopping your actions

"Keep going like that and I'll finish before I'm inside of you"

You stopped and sat back up and he did to before leaning over to get a condom out of the draw on the night stand.

"Wrap it before you tap it" he grinned and slid the condom on his dick

You laughed lightly. He put his hand on your hips gliding you to lay down and you complied and one again he was on top of you.

He hovered over you his penis at your entrance

"You ready? " he asked cautiously

In answer to this you flipped the two of over so you were on top and you slid onto his dick, completely bottoming out the both of you letting out a loud mian. You gave your self a minute adjusting to his size, he was a bit bigger than the guys you've been with before.

"I take that as a yes" he said breathless pleasantly surprised by your actions

You began to ride his dick your hands ghosting his soft ripple of abs. You were slow at first then gradually became faster. You were both letting out streams of moans and saying sweet nothings to each other as you both neared your climax.He became needy and he started to thrust his hips up to meet yours and you started thrusting in sync.

He bought his hand to your pussy to stimulate your puffy overused clit further with his fingers and in return you kissed him slightly biting his bottom lip with the overstimulation of pleasure , your hand threading through his hair, almost massaging his head.

As you both neared your climax your motions became sloppy and out of sync. He came first , groaning out your name as you continued your actions until you came every nerve in your body deliciously burning, your pussy clenching around his dick as pleasure harshly ripples through you as you cane for the 3rd time that night just this time you came around his cock moaning out his name in vice versa.

You collapsed beside him both of you panting. "Best. Ive. Ever. Had" he stated firmly threading his hand through yours and interlocking your fingers.

"You took the words right out of my mouth" you replied

After about 5 minutes of the two of you you just laying there catching your breath and restoring your heart rates to normal he sat up.

"I'm gonna go clean up in the shower..... Care to join" he said"I would love to" you replied

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After the two of you showered and dried yourselves off (he mostly took care if you since you could barely walk) you walked (actually he carried you bridal style) back into the dorm.

"You can borrow some of my Pj's if you want" he offered placing you gently on the bed and pulling out to pairs of PJ's

"You want me to stay the night? " you asked surprised

"Umh..... Yea! Obviously" he said as though it was the most abvious thing in the world

You grinned "chuck us the PJ's then"

He laughed throwing them to you "Y/N you can stay any night you want"

"Thanks" you replied putting on his PJ's. Obviously they were too bug for you but you didn't didn't mind as they were comfy. You both got into his bed (him spooning you from behind) and you both fell asleep after about another half hour of just talking about nothing.

A/N: second time writing smut I'm pretty sure it's shit but who cares. If you have constructive criticism PLEASE feel free to comment thank you so much for reading and please request because I'm bored.

Love from me ❤❤

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how is there so much varigo content and barely any of it shows varian just being so pathetically down bad for hugo. and not because hugo’s actually trying to be flirtatious or anything bc i honestly think he could not flirt if he tried. varian loses his mind over the same stupid things hugo does. varians fumbling over his words like an idiot and hugo’s giving him a weird look bc he just asked him for a fucking pencil. Sure yea hugo’s emotionally repressed and he’s never had a crush before so he’s gonna fall hard. i get it. but we saw varian when he had a crush on cass his ass cannot be normal about ANYTHING. I NEEEEED MORE PATHETIC VARIAN I NEED IT

#pansy rambling again #varigo

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Ron weasley - Opposite teams

Summary: You play a match against your boyfriend, who's a very sore loser. wc: 2k

Seeing him on the pitch shouldn't have had such an effect on you, especially considering you were playing for the opposite team. The gear looked good on him, and confidence was beaming off his skin, but you were one of the best chasers at Hogwarts, priding yourself on how rarely you missed a shot. "Pull yourself together Y/N!" Flint yelled at your frozen form, still in shock of what had happened. It was all because Ron had flashed you that stupidly gorgeous smile when you were about to score that you hesitated - hesitated enough for him to read your body language and predict your next move, easily catching the quaffle when you threw it. Even your boyfriend had been surprised, well aware of how good you played from years of watching you on the field.

"Wow! It seems as though L/N is too charmed by her boyfriend to get a good shot, this is a new one folks!" Begins Lee, rousing up those in the bleachers. "And it looks like Slytherin Captain Flint is calling for a time out! Good choice I'd say!" It was already embarrassing enough that the entire school knew the time out was being called because you were too hot and bothered by your boyfriend, but your face flushed a dark red the second the Slytherin team turned to look at you in disappointment. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I don't know what got into me, he's just so- I can't be the primary shooter I'm sorry!" The entire team looked back at you as you rambled and you felt your face get impossibly warmer realising you were gushing about your boyfriend to six teenage boys. "I'm sorry." You muttered.

"Y/N's right," Starts Flint again, "She shouldn't be the primary shooter for this game..." His voice trails off and your gaze drifting to where to Gryffindor team stands. You can see them laughing for a moment, and Harry pats Ron on the back - the reason you missed literally couldn't have been more obvious and they were having a field day about it. "Got it Y/N?" Your head snaps back to Flint, looking at you with raised eyebrows. Your face goes blank, your mouth opening as though to say 'what' but nothing comes out. "You'll switch places with Nott as secondary." Malfoy says quietly to you, and you perk up "Yes, got it!" Flint doesn't look convinced, but calls time out to be over anyway, and everyone gets back on their brooms.

"Stay focused or I'll knock your boyfriend off his broom!" The remark is clearly aimed at you, but is loud enough for both teams to hear and you glance at Ron, whose face has blanched at the comment. You turn away from him, trying not to smile, and the whistle blows. Nott scores time after time after time, and you can see your boyfriend's confidence decreasing while his anger increases. Nott passes you, high-fiving you on the way back to his post. "Good strategy change by the Slytherin team, it seems that they're back - OHH AND MALFOY CATCHES THE SNITCH, GAME OVER EVERYONE!" You're relieved to be off your broom when the game end and you sigh deeply, rolling your head in a circle to try and stretch a kink in your neck out.

You finally join your team, earning pats on the back by them, and teasing comments "Well he's not gonna be happy about that one." and "Good luck getting laid tonight." The comments follow you all the way back to your dorm since Pansy walks with you back to the common room. "I don't even know how that happened though! You never miss! Like you can't be so attracted to someone that, well that happens. He's going to be in such a prissy mood, good luck with that."

The party in the common room is in full blow when you finish showering and getting dressed. You're clad in a tight black mini-skirt with a red crop top, something your boyfriend will hopefully appreciate. "I see what you're doing." You're interrupted by Draco, who eyes your outfit once before handing you a drink. "I think you underestimate just how capable I am of getting my boyfriend in bed, Malfoy." He grins, shaking his head "Well if you have the effect on him that he had on you, I doubt it'll take much." You scoff in amusement, the jokes will never end. "Hey if Marcus asks where I am, don't tell him I'm sleeping with the enemy." But Flint is already beside you, muttering "Cheers" under his breath, so you scurry away quietly, starting your trek to the Gryffindor common room.

The Gryffindors' party is completely different. The music in the background is quiet, and the Gryffindor Quidditch team sits together, each player with a drink in hand while they talk. Others seem to be having more fun than them. When Ron spots you walking towards him, he rolls his eyes, clearly upset. His teammates, on the other hand, greet you kindly, some even joking about the slight incident on the field. You stand in front of Ron, putting a knee on the couch between his legs to support yourself when you put your hands on his shoulder, leaning into his body.

Despite Ron's free hand coming to the back of your thigh, he still mutters "I'm not in the mood." though he leans into your touch when one of your hands comes up to play with his hair. You tilt your head down so your lips barely graze his ear "You're so hot when you're angry." Ron stiffens, looking up at you, but your head is already dipping lower so you can press kisses on his neck. He shivers at the cool touch of your slightly wet hair on his collarbone, and his eyes flutter close for a moment. When he opens them back up, Harry is grinning at him and wiggling his eyebrows. Someone wolf whistles, but he doesn't know if it's directed to you. He feels your teeth graze the spot you've been sucking on right below his eye and he sighs, trying to disguise his pleasure as annoyance, pushing your hip away from him.

Yes, he wants you, but he has to at least pretend that he doesn't for a while longer because he's still angry, and wants you to feel as though you need to try a little to win him over. You've played his game before, and you know what follows. When Ron nudges at your hips one more time, you separate from him, tilting his chin up so he can look at you. He's putty in your hands, but you like to give him the illusion of being in control, so when you kiss him, it's a soft, almost desperate kiss. "Ronnie," you plead "Please." And that soft whisper is enough to make him begin to stand up. You back away, pushing your bottom lip forward and making doe eyes at your boyfriend to stop yourself from grinning in accomplishment.

His shoulder brushes past you and he begins walking up to his dorm, but when you catch up with him, snaking your hand in his, he only holds your hand tighter, so you know you've won. Ron's door slams shut behind you, and immediately, hands are on you, pushing you against the door and groping your ass while he kisses you aggressively. The kiss is filled with angry passion, and Ron's tongue is fighting against yours for dominance. Both your arms are thrown over Ron's shoulder in an attempt to pull him impossibly closer to you so your tits are pushed up into his chest. The hands on your ass move to your front, sliding up your crop top and cupping your tits, while Ron pulls away from the kiss to attack your neck.

Moans are immediately escaping your mouth in soft breaths, your back arching into Ron's hands, pulling and massaging at your breasts, teasing your nipples. His teeth bite at your neck, and one leg comes to shove itself right between your thighs and you jerk up, an electric shock being sent right through you. At your loud gasp, Ron looks down to where his leg connected with your cunt, and his hand immediately pushes your skirt up to find that you're not wearing panties. "What a little slut. No underwear under a mini-skirt? You're practically begging." He grunts, and you whine, grinding your pussy against his thigh. "Just for you, Ronnie."

The comment seems to make him happy, at least happier than he was before since he starts working on taking your top off. "Get this skirt off now." He mutters, his attention back on your tits the second they're exposed. Your bra drops to the floor at the same time your skirt does. Ron pulls away from where he was leaving hickeys on your tits, and takes a moment to oggle at your naked body. You falter under his stare, a hand coming up to grab the material of his t-shirt. "Ron?" At the sound of his name, he looks back up, taking an impossible step closer to you and pressing his lips to yours in a slow kiss. "You're so fucking amazing." He mutters between kisses, all of his previous anger seemingly gone "Don't deserve this. Don't deserve you." Before you can react to his words, his hands are wrapping around your waist and carrying you to his bed, where he immediately shuts the curtains of his four-poster.

He wastes no time pressing his clothed cock against your naked, which has you moaning his name, bucking your hips up for more friction. "Take it off, take it off." You beg. He complies, chuckling at the sight of your hips bucking up, but takes his time stroking his cock once it's finally freed. His demeanour completely flips the second he pushes into you; his hips snapping at a faster pace than you can keep track of, his hands grabbing both your legs to pull over his shoulders. The angle is perfect and with the way his cock is hitting the right spot with every stroke, you're sure you won't last ten minutes.

You're tightly gripping the bed sheets and you're almost positive that your eyes are going to get stuck at the back of your head because of how hard they're rolling back. "Mmph, bloody hell you feel so nice." The compliment only spurred the pleasure inside you and you moaned louder, bucking your hips up for something more - anything more. Ron's hand comes down to your clit in a harsh slap, and quickly starts putting pressure on it, watching as you squirmed underneath him at the extra friction. His pace sped up and your legs started to shake on his shoulders, a sign that you were clearly close. Ron's hand begins rubbing quick circles on your clit and hips start erratically jerking into you as he releases his load into you, triggering your very own orgasm.

Ron rides out both your orgasms, stilling his movements when you put a hand on his chest. He pants, his chest heaving with every breath he takes as he takes your legs off his shoulders. "Christ, that was too much exercise for one day." He mutters, looking down at you when you open your arms wide for him. He falls into your awaiting arms and mumbles "Can't sleep. Need to clean you up." You moan, shaking your head at him. "Just five minutes."

#harry potter #hogwarts #gryffindor #ron weasly imagine #ron weasley fanfiction #ron wealsey #ronald weasley #ron weasley smut #ron weasley #ron wealsey x y/n #rainydayathogwarts #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #hp #potter #captain flint #draco malfoy #theodore nott

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rockingrobin69 · 1 year

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Disastrously

Not the orchids. Draco squinted his eyes, tilted his head: no, definitely not those. Maybe… tulips? Ugh, what was he even on about. Roses. It had to be roses. Or—this was a disaster. Elbows sliding down the counter, head in his hands: disaster, disaster, disaster.

“Darling…”

Disaster, disaster, di—

“Darling.”

The stern voice didn’t do it, but the pinch certainly did. Draco jumped with a cry, rubbing the reddened skin of his arm. “What! Can’t a man drown in his sorrows anymore?”

“Not in my flower shop,” Pansy smiled. The inconsiderate cow.

“Just because you’re happy,” he said, but didn’t finish. Didn’t need another lecture on how he could have been ‘thoroughly plowed’ and ‘ravingly adored’ all the way back last year. About how if he wasn’t such an idiot, and knew how to communicate like a regular human person, he could have been bloody engaged by now. Just like Pansy—then she’d show the outrageous ring the Weaselette got her, and, well. Nobody wanted that.

“Quit moping, you’re scaring the other shoppers. I won’t lose any more business on your sour face, darling.”

Draco huffed something very scathing and very quiet. “Help me, then. What flowers does one bring on a first proper date?”

“Define proper.”

“Well.” He wasn’t sure. Fairly certain they were going to a restaurant, and somewhat positive Potter knew it was a date. This time. Date-date, as in romantically speaking, strings-attached actually-doing-this kind of thing. It took a while to explain the concept to Potter’s open-mouthed, flushed face. Draco really wasn’t very regular-human-person when it came to… this.

But Potter nodded, swallowed an obscene number of times. Said he’ll arrange something, meet him at seven. Tonight. Leading to this, a disaster, as always.

“All right, I’ll help, stop making that face. How about—lilies are always nice?”

“Not lilies.” Nothing symbolic. This was hard enough.

“Daisies?”

“I’ll kill you, Pans.”

She sighed. “You know what your problem is?”

Oh, boy, did he. Every single one of them, actually. Instead of the usual monologue, Draco grunted. “Self-absorbed, unimaginative friends?”

“Piece of…” Pansy pulled him up by the hair. “Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Potter’s going to go bonkers anyway. You’re overthinking, same as always.”

“I don’t overthink,” he thought, at least. “I just… The way he looked at me when I asked him. You can’t even imagine. Do you realise he didn’t have an inkling I was so bloody… and I was pathetic. Nearly ran out of there with my face on fire—no, this has to be perfectly clear. Romantic and perfect. Can’t bear to do it again.”

“Do what? Have an honest conversation?”

“Yes. They’re exhausting.”

She laughed, the cow, patted his arm in a half-consoling manner. “It’ll be fine. Potter’s obsessed with you too. Always coming here, ‘is Draco in’, ‘have you seen Draco’, ‘d’you think Draco would like’… the man’s an utter sap. Trust me, it won’t matter what flowers you bring, or how mumbly you get about the touchy-feely stuff. Oi—are you even listening?”

“Yes, yes, calm down.” He wasn’t, but sure wasn’t going to tell her that. Pansy’s stinging hex was notorious for a good reason. “Just give me something, won’t you? anything. I want Potter to know how much…” his head thunked down on the counter, breath whooshing out in a groan. “That he’s important to me, all right? Really important. Like that.”

“Erm, maybe—”

“No, I know, I know what you think, but… Pans, he’s driving me mad. I start rambling whenever he’s around. I don’t know how to tell him how deeply…”

“Draco—"

“Revolting! I know! I’ve been yearning like a fool for so long, that I’ve completely forgot how to act like a normal person—”

“Don’t think you’ve ever been normal, to be fair.”

His heart stopped. Physically. Dropped dead in his chest. “Wha… Potter?”

Yep. Standing right behind him, hands in his pockets, smiling like the most innocent little fiend. “Yearning? Really?”

Draco swallowed fifteen different swearwords in fast order. “What’re you doing here? We’re not meeting until seven.”

“I know.” Why did he have to smile like that? Draco couldn’t remember how to breathe. “Just came to get—I know you like your flowers.”

“Oh. That’s…” his mind went blank.

“Deeply, it would seem.” Potter’s smile widened, and he stepped closer. “And me. You like me. Deeply. Yearned like a fool, even.”

“Kill me now,” Draco whispered to Pansy, who wasn’t there, retreated to the backroom. The cow. “Potter, I’m—”

“Mad,” he laughed, crowding Draco against the counter. “Yeah. I knew that already.”

“Potter,” was all he managed, weakly. They were so close. If he leaned the tiniest of fractions, they would be touching. With their lips.

“I’m mad too. About you. I sort of hoped you knew.”

He could count the freckles on Potter’s cheeks, in the little crinkle of his nose. Potter opened his mouth—Draco’s chest clenched—then leaned back, away.

“Until tonight, then,” he winked. And left. Draco, who was prone to disasters, melted onto the counter like a pile of goo.

Potter was mad. In general, but also about him. Mad, he said. Draco could probably get him any flowers at all.

Maybe orchids? No… definitely not those. He pushed himself up, wiped the smile off his face. Pansy was right. Not that he was ever, ever, ever going to tell her that.

#drarry fic #900 words #somewhat flower shop au #pining #the kind that makes you blabber #my brain's not working so here's some fluff #drarry #rockingrobin69

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claymoresword · 1 year

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I Choose Her | Chp: 3

Hermione x Slytherin fem!reader

Summary: You are the daughter of two known death eaters from one of the oldest and richest families in the wizarding world. Are you truly prepared to give up everything you know for Hermione Granger?

Pairing: hermione x reader

Wordcount: 2k

Warnings: nsfw, smut, top!reader

Note: i knew i wanted to include smut in this but i didnt want to ignore the opportunity to expand on reader's characterisation so there's a bit of a build up to it but if it bores u don't hesitate to skip ahead lol

not proof read i apologise for any mistakes!

Chapter 4

It was the night of Slughorn's supper party and you were rummaging your closet for something to wear.

Pansy sat on your bed raving about Draco once again. You worried for him too but it's clear to everyone that she's in love with him. Naturally she's taking his abscene more personally than the rest of you.

You were picking apart your closet while pretending to listen to Pansy's incessant rambling when there was a knock at your door.

"Come in." you yell out to whoever was on the other side.

The door opens and Blaise walks in, he has on a black suit , one similar to what Draco has been wearing almost everyday this year.

Pansy had been dressed the same.

You didn't fully understand the refusal to wear the school uniform but if you were to guess, it was a silent protest against Dumbledore.

You decide not to question them about it, your friends turning against you being the last thing you need right now.

"I thought you wanted to head out together what's taking you so long?" Blaise asks, irked.

You sigh.

"I can't figure out what to wear." Your tone defeated.

He doesn't say anything but helps himself further inside your room, next thing you know he is rifling through your closet.

Blaise pulls out black dress slacks you forgot you even had and tosses it at you. He then finds a matching black button up and does the same.

Finally, he grabs a black blazer still on the hanger he struts towards you and holds it up, waiting for you to grab it.

You met his gaze but didn't move.

His intentions were clear, he wanted to see who's side you were on.

You glanced over at Pansy and she raises her eyebrows slightly, but otherwise an inscrutable look on her face.

"Are you with us, or against us Y/N." The dark haired girl voices, sounding less like a question and more of an accusation.

You take a moment to deliberate your next move.

Again, you are uninterested in creating conflict with your peers.

You meet Blaise's deadpan gaze once again, finally reaching forward to grab the blazer.

Seeming to have chosen your side.

A smile forms on his lips and he turns to Pansy.

A similar look of content on her face as she stands up and walk towards you, she reaches out to put her hands on your shoulders.

"You can deny it all you want Y/n but your true loyalty lies with us." Pansy states matter of factly.

Truth is, you don't plan on taking the Dark Lord's side. You have no interest in this rebellion at all.

They claim it is for the greater good but anyone with a semblance of competence is capable of seeing the reality.

Supporters of Voldermort are generally movitated by hatred, if not pure fear.

You decide to lie once again, you nod and throw Pansy a smile for good measure.

"Alright I'll leave you to it." Pansy says as she pats your shoulder before turning away. She starts making her way out the door.

Blaise follows swiftly behind her.

"I'll be waiting outside, please hurry up I am planning to get to that supper before winter is over." Blaise quips, as he glances at you one last time before shutting the door to your room.

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Supper was going swiftly as the Professor made his way around the table engaging in casual conversation with each student.

He had asked questions about your parents and your plans after Hogwarts, mostly superficial.

You were all having dessert now, truthfully you couldn't wait for the night to be over so you can finally have time alone with Hermione, the brown haired girl had been stealing glances at you all night.

Blaise was sat to your left and Mclaggen to your right. The Gryffindor boy was frankly starting to get on your nerves.

He had interrupted you almost everytime you tried speaking to Hermione from across the table, clearly trying to get a rise out of you.

You decided to ignore him, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

Slughorn directs his attention to Hermione.

"So what exactly do your parents do in the Muggle world?" The professor asks with genuine inquisition.

"My parents are dentists." Your girlfriend simply responds.

The room goes silent, everyone in the room stares at her blankly.

You are aware of what a muggle dentist is only because Hermione had explained it to you once before. Otherwise, you'd be just as confused right now.

"They attend to people's teeth." Hermione clarifies and she glances at you, unsure if she was being intelligible enough.

You nod quickly at her, providing her with reassurance she needed.

"Fascinating- and is that considered a dangerous profession? Slughorn responds sounding genuinely interested now.

"Well no," Hermione pauses.

"Although, a boy Robbie Fenwick did bite my father once. He needed 10 stitches." Your girlfriend giggles to herself recalling the story.

She is once again met with stony silence.

Hermione glances at you for a reaction and you smile fondly at her.

You saw a blush slowly forming on her face before she looked away.

The professor redirects the conversation and you silently pray for the supper to end soon.

Out of boredom, your mind started to wander but you are interrupted when Ginny walks in the room, Harry shoots out off his seat preparing to greet her.

"Im sorry I'm not usually late." Ginny voices out apologetically.

Hermione glances at you again and you smirked at her knowingly. You both know Harry was fond of Ginny and it was honestly adorable to witness.

Soon your girlfriend shifts her gaze and you watched her smile fade, until she eventually looks away completely.

Something's clearly made her uncomfortable.

In this case, someone.

You watch as Cormac lifts his finger towards his mouth and licks it, whilst staring at your girlfriend rather creepily.

You roll your eyes, you've had enough.

You find his foot under the table and with yours deliberately stomped on it, hard.

He yelps out in pain, disrupting the conversations being held around the table.

He then peers at you waiting for an explanation. You ignore him for a few moments just to annoy him further, before finally turning your head to acknowledge him.

"Oh im sorry" You say, feigning innocence.

"Was that your foot?" you continue, keeping up the act.

He simply glares at you.

You hear Blaise stiffle a laugh and a satisfied smirk forms on your lips.

You shift your gaze to Hermione, she has her hand slightly over her mouth at an attempt to hide her amusement.

Maybe this supper party was fun afterall.

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You were in Hermione's dorm room sat on the edge of her bed as you untied your shoes, takinf them off.

You hadn't spoken much to Hermione during the walk back to her room, mostly because you were mentally drained. You were never one to thrive in social settings.

The brown haired girl was laying in bed, silently playing with her fingers as she watched you.

Hermione comes up behind you and wraps her arms around your chest, her front now flush against your back.

You lean back reflexively, enjoying the closeness.

She places a quick kiss on your neck before resting her chin on your shoulder.

"Are you cross with me?" Hermione whispers, almost sounding afraid of your reply.

"Ofcourse not, my love." You assure her honestly.

You turn yourself around, now face to face with your girlfriend.

She grabs your face in both her hands and looks directly into your eyes.

"Then what's wrong?" She asks, glancing down at your lips.

"I'm just tired of talking." You pause.

You lean forward, placing a kiss on the corner of Hermione's mouth. You hear her breath hitch.

You turn your head slightly, placing another kiss on her jaw. You then move your mouth to her neck, your lips eventually settling over her ear.

"And im tired of people trying to take what's mine." You whisper and you feel Hermione tremble slightly.

"Cormac is vile." Hermione jokes.

You sit back to look at her as you let out a laugh.

"He's a loser." You quip.

The brown haired girl giggles before pulling you in for a kiss.

You wasted no time in deepening the kiss, your tongue finding its way into her mouth.

A moan spills out of the shorter girl, sending a rush of arousal throughout your whole body. You guide her backwards, her head now on the pillow.

You disconnected your lips, your mouth once again finding her neck. This time running your tongue across it you feel her pulse quicken as you sucked on the skin, leaving a mark.

Hermione moves her hand up, getting lost in your hair. Your girlfriend tugs at it slightly to guide your mouth onto hers again.

This time her tongue invading your mouth, she kisses you hungrily.

The shorter girl surprising you and she swiftly flips you over switching your positions. She is now straddling your lap, her heat flush on your groin. You can feel the warmth radiating off her core and this drives you insane.

She watches as your eyes darken before leaning in, tugging at your tie slightly kissing you deeply.

Your hand glides up under her dress, feeling goosebumps form as soon as your hand made contact with her bare tigh.

Your hand continued it's journey up before settling your palm right on her center, applying some pressure as you feel her hips jerk slightly, seeking more friction.

You pull back disconnecting your lips, both of you now breathing heavily.

"I want you to ride me." You voice out, earning an eager nod from Hermione as she bites her lip in anticipation.

Your other hand finding her underwear as you move it to the side slightly, just enough to give your fingers room to glide into her entrance.

Hermione places both her hands on your chest as she sits up right preparing to lower herself onto your fingers.

You take two fingers, dipping into her entrance, feeling how wet she was. Her hips bucked as she lets out a whimper.

You decide to not make her wait any longer.

Your fingers slowly slide inside her and she lowers herself onto you. Feeling her walls contract almost immediately.

You start pumping your fingers in and out of her and Hermione lets out a moan, load and desperate. Seeming to have longed for this moment with you all day.

She is now matching your rhythm as she bounces on top of your fingers, her arousal dripping down your hand and eventually leaving a wet patch on your slacks.

Hermione's moans gradually growing louder as her breathing gets more shallow, she's nearing her climax.

"I'm all yours." your girlfriend whines, in between moans her voice trembling with need.

This set you off, you stare up at her mouth agape. The sight of Hermione writhing on top of you chasing her release, was almost enough to make you cum.

You started pumping your fingers deeper and harder into her and you watch as her face contorts in pleasure and shock at your sudden change of pace.

You took it one step further and introduced another finger, keeping up the same rhythm. She grips the hem of your shirt, now desperately close to her release.

You sit up, crashing your lips onto hers swallowing her sounds of pleasure.

Her hand moves to grab the back of your neck and her grip only tightens as she moves against your fingers.

Hermione screams out and you place your hand over her mouth, suddenly aware that you were not the only people currently in the dormitories.

"Quiet down." you utter into Hermione's ear and this is pushes her over the edge.

You feel her walls tighten against your fingers restricting movement, Hermione leans forward and bites down on your shoulder trying to silence herself as the intense orgasm rips through her. Leaving her gasping for air.

You wince at the feeling but you are ultimately overwhelmed with pleasure as you watch your girlfriend finally reach her release.

Hermione pulls you in by your tie and kisses you deeply, she moans into your mouth again as you slowly pulled out of her.

She lifts her dress over her head before her hands quickly move to undo your belt.

"My turn." Hermione whispers.

#hermione granger imagine #hermione x reader #blaise zabini #pansy parkinson #pansy x reader #slytherin reader #slytherin #hogwarts #harry potter #harry x hermione #hermione granger #draco x reader #draco malfoy

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anarcoqueer1994 · 1 year

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Still on a Steve likes Barbie kick and I'm going to keep putting that into the universe.

When Steve was 5 years old, he used to go to the store whenever his parents were in town, where they would buy him toys to make up for the fact that they were never there. It was back when they would still pretend they cared, feigning love between long bouts of absenteeism and moments of his fathers violent temper. He could get any 'boy' toy he wanted. Over the trips, he had gotten baseball stuff, a Fisher Price Farm set, a toy plane, Matchbox and Hot Wheel Cars; honestly, he had any toy a boy could want. But he wanted something else.

He would always pass the pink aisles filled with toys that were supposed to be for girls, and he was enthralled with one toy in particular. Nestled between the baby dolls and the easy bake ovens were pretty Barbie dolls with fantastic outfits and soft brushable hair. And he wanted one so badly. He would always ask for one and every time he was met with harsh words from his father. "Steven, don't be a pansy. Boys don't like Barbies unless they are sissies. Are you a sissy, Steven? Do you want your friends at school to find out?"

Steve always shakes his head, dejected. He then goes and picks out a boy toy, a toy his dad won't be mad at him about. But one day, something changes. One of the nice women who worked at the store, Mrs. Munson, had watched as Steve continuously was shot down by his father . She felt bad for him, so that day, as she checks them out, she slips a Growing Hair Barbie into the bag discretly along with the Lincoln Logs, before handing little Steve the bag, winking kindly at him as she does.

And Steve immediately goes home and runs up to his room, hiding the packaging under his bed before playing with the doll. He loved her hair and dress, and everything about her. She was glamorous and beautiful, everything Steve wanted.

He would sneak her with him everywhere, even slipping her in his backpack when he would go to the playground. Today was one of those days, going to the park with his nanny, as his parents were in Chicago. He would run and hide behind a tree, out of sight from his nanny, where he could play quietly with the doll.

He is so wrapped up in his game that he doesn't notice someone walking up next to them until they sit down on the ground beside them. Steve looks over to see a boy from his school in the grade above him. Panic fills his face as he tries to hide the doll. Even back then, his father instilled shame in him whenever he was doing something that wasn't traditionally masculine.

But boy smiles at him, one tooth missing from where the baby tooth fell out. "Hi, I'm Eddie. Can me and my dragon," he motions to the plastic figure in his hand, "play with you? Your doll looks cool and maybe can be a princess. Or knight, or a knight princess." Eddie starts to ramble.

Steve scrunches up him nose, confused that the other boy isn't making fun of him. "Wait, you wanna play with me and my Barbie, even though I'm a boy?"

"Yea! It gets lonely playing by myself and you looked like you were having fun!"

"Oh." Steve looks down, unsure how to feel. He really wants to play but what if the other boy just is playing a joke on him. "My dad says Barbie is a girls toy."

Eddie laughs. "My dad says that junk too, but my mommy says toys are for everyone, no matter what. We can play with whatever. So can we play, um...I forgot to ask your name?"

Steve can't help but smile at the kind words. "Sure! And I'm Steve. Oh and Barbie is definitely a princess knight and she is going slay your dragon!" He giggles.

The boys spend the rest of the afternoon playing together until his nanny calls for him. On the bench near her, he sees the lady from the store and watches as Eddie leaves with her.

They play again the next few times they are at the playground, always hiding the Barbie from the nanny so he doesn't get in trouble. But Steve loves it, making up adventures for Steve’s Barbie and Eddie’s dragon. Steve thinks Eddie could be his best friend.

One day, though, his parents are actually in town, and they make a show of taking him to go and play instead of the nanny. He doesn't think anything of it. They do this all the time to show other people they care. Steve and Eddie fall into their regular routine, but Mr. Harrington seems far more observant of Steve than the nanny, always acutely aware of Steve's actions so he can meet sure his son does not embarrass him.

He can see Steve's legs sticking out from behind the tree and the legs of another boy. He decides to walk closer to "check on" (read: make sure he isn't hanging out with the wrong kids). Steve does not notice until he is being yanked up by the back of his collar, fear filling his eyes as he looks at Eddie. He drops the doll out of panic.

"Steven Michael Harrington, what the fuck are you playing with?" His voice is low but stern.

"I...I..." Steve begins to stutter, a tear forms in his eye.

"You're not that stupid boy, answer me." His father is still speaking with gridded teeth.

"A Barbie, sir." He whispers.

"Where did you that?" His dad presses

"I...." Steve looks around, doesn't want to get Eddie’s mom in trouble, and is unsure what to say as he stands in front of his father scared.

"I gave it to him. It's mine." Eddie lies before Steve can say anything, watching what is happening, seeing the same fear in Steve’s face that he has felt when his dad has one too many drinks.

Steve goes to speak, but before he can, Mr. Harrington is pulling Steve away, leaving the doll abandoned on the ground. He yells out "Do not talk to my son anymore." Steve tries to protest, but his dad just grips his hand tighter around his wrist, shutting him up.

Eddie goes home with the doll that night, knowing Steve won't be allowed to talk to him anymore. He spends the night crying on his mother's lap, as Steve cries alone in his room over the loss of his first friend and his special doll.

Years passed, and they don't talk, Steve too scare when he was younger to disappoint his dad, and by the time he is old enough to stand up for himself, he thinks iits too late. Things change, the Harrington parents being around less and less, Eddie’s mother passing, and his uncle Wayne taking him in. Steve grows into the all-American boy his father wanted him to be, and Eddie leans more and more into letting his freak flag fly.

But then the upside-down happens, and Steve grows some .ore, and then there was Spring break, and he is running with Eddie’s near lifeless body out of there, barely getting him to the hospital in time. But Eddie recovers, and they grow close again.

Everyone around them can see their mutual crush, but it is Eddie who makes the first move. Nearly 5 months after Vecna, Steve finds a shoe box wrapped in newspaper on his front porch. The note attached reads

"Would you still be my princess-knight? Maybe we can try our play dates again, except maybe we make it a real date?-Eddie"

When Steve opens the box, inside is his original Barbie from all those years ago with a pretty pink rose. Eddie had kept it all this time. He can feel a tear rolling down his cheek. Eddie cared enough to keep her.

It doesn’t take long before Steve is heading to Eddie's, ready to show him how appreciative he is.

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #ficlet #barbie #steve liles barbie

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artycomicfangirl · 5 months

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Hi hi here I am again the Luiasy shipper!

Your answer on my question about your headcanons for the couple was soo good! It added about some takes I had for them and made me develop some new ones! So I have another question for you regarding the two.

If Luigi and Daisy ever decide to have a kid or kids what do you think the parenting style between the two would be like?

I am excited for your answer about this.

Oh nice! Another fun one too, this will be great! Sorry for the lateness, been doing all sorts of Christmas Prep!

Also Sorry if I ended up rambling about other things along the way. Couldn’t help but branch out into other topics!

- Luigi -

💚 I like to believe that a Parent-Matured Luigi is the voice of reason amongst his own family. Kind of what I probably think Peach is also with her own Family with Mario. After all, he married a now Empress! that kind of does make him a future Emperor, right?

He is known for teaching restraint. Brings the calm after a conflict.

The one that often instills the importance of fairness, equality and so on. It’s not that Daisy doesn’t do any of these things! But Luigi is the one to give gentle reminders.

His kids do something that’s a bit out of line? Luigi rarely ever yells or shouts. And if he somehow does, it’s never supposed to be towards his little ones or beloved. But instead occurs when he is in high panic mode and needs to warn them to look out for danger.

I for some reason feel like he is VERY good at controlling and balancing out his own emotions though. When he has to give some form of Discipline, he would have to be a bit firm with it. But overall he’s very patient and understanding.

Maybe when his kids go through a more rebellious phase when they are older, he of course is the more concerned and hesitant for their safety. Including what they do, and what they get involved in. But once he actually gets to know more of the situation, he learns to be open and willing to understand more.

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💚 “Now, sweetie…You shouldn’t push that kid into a muddy puddle. That wasn’t very nice…”

🌻 “But He made fun of your nose! He said you look like a clown!”

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💚 While both Parents do this, Luigi is usually the one who brings up Dinner to his kids if they’re feel down or sick and confined to their rooms. This is usually because he cooks dinner. While Daisy Handles Breakfast and Lunch. In short, no matter their status, either one of them takes turns if the other is unable to do so.

He gets absolutely heartbroken seeing his kids low on energy and hurting from being sick. Even when he has to to work, he shifts his schedule accordingly so he can spend as much time with them, if Daisy has to attend urgent issues.

He comes up to their bedrooms with some nice warm tea. Some soup if the kids can’t stomach anything too hearty.

On that same note, he finds himself singing lullabies! There are a couple of times where he wakes up in the middle of the night to soothe the crying of babies, that Daisy has caught him humming along to a tune.

💚 Because Luigi tends to stay up a bit later sometimes because of dealing with Plumbing Paperwork, he lets Daisy sleep before him.

He’s grown a habit with waking up a bit earlier than Daisy. Sometimes because he one day feels like making breakfast for the family, or he really has to leave for work early. Either way, he leaves a handwritten note on his wife’s bedside table for her. And one in the kitchen too!

💚 Protectiveness. When it comes to protecting his family? Family-man Luigi is almost like a different person.

More or a what-if scenario. Picture this. The Villain says something out of line. Thinking the Emperor is too much of a ‘pansy’ compared to his wife to do anything. Although Luigi is composed. Little did they know, they should have paid attention to the hint of electric spark that flickered in his eyes.

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💚 “…It was a pleasure meeting with you sir. Be careful when you do go home tonight. I’ve…heard there’s a big storm coming soon.”

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- Daisy -

🌼 Daisy is the one who’s wanting her children to be in top energy and health every day!

A glass of fresh milk/Juice every morning. She’s more quick to give reminders on the dot, right away. With chores and other tasks, she makes sure that things get done right away.

🌼 Now as a mother to the children she adores, Daisy has learned to become serious enough to tone down some of her signature fiery tomboyish nature. But of course once in a while, this flares up in the form of showing pride for her children. Cheering them on, Encouraging them. Daisy wouldn’t be Daisy without her boundless energy, even as an Empress!

In comparison to Luigi singing lullabies. Daisy is a great storyteller. Bedtime stories? It’s ALWAYS the Sarasaland Empress’s duty! All the adventures she took upon, how her husband saved her from peril a few times, and how she saved him. Stories about the big bad purple Alien being defeated by the Heroes in Caps and overalls. Completed with some sound effects aided by none other than her beloved.

🌼 When disciplining her children, Daisy is the more serious one.

Not that she’s hard on her kids, nor that she yells or shouts at them either. But she is more likely to give some stern talking to correct bad behavior.

Daisy is amazingly good at sensing lies. Her BS radar is highly accurate. So if she catches her children who claimed to have not eaten that entire jar of cookies? Truth be told, she can’t help but be amused at this. She plays along too! It’s the entire reason why the kids play up their cuteness in front of their father. Daisy actually finds it hilarious that Luigi falls for it most of the time!

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🌼 “Oh! I see you’ve been Guarding those cookies very well!”

🌻 “Yeah!”

🌼 “Well done! I’m so proud of you! Now, why don’t we celebrate by having some cookies!”

🌻 “…They’re sleepy Mama…”

🌼 “Hm? Sleepy?”

🌻 “They are so cozy inside…so you can’t see them right now…”

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🌼 When it comes to protectiveness. Luigi May be the steady force who goes on the defense. But Daisy is the raging flame.

Although I did mention that Daisy is not as impulsive and short-tempered as she once was. But hurt her family, and you will be a goner. You absolutely do not want to be on the receiving end of a Mother’s fury.

Doesn’t matter if she is wearing the most regal of dresses. She WILL find a way to roundhouse kick you.

While Daisy is a confident woman, she does sometimes get embarrassed of this rough side of her that pops up. especially in front of her children. But so far, they have been nothing but in awe of their mother’s strength!

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