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little-emerald-snake · 5 months

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Hey there 🙏 i love your Storys! Can you write one in which seb and ominis also get spicy with each other for the first time, a threesome, maybe in a Common room over the holidays, maybe including Alcohol for a chill Atmosphere, cuddling, good dirty talk 🤭, mouth Spitting, Oral, anal,...oh god this list could go so much longer. I hope this gives you Inspiration 😘

Merry Christmas friend,

I loved this prompt and for the life of me I didn’t know if you meant all of these separate or all together but I managed to mash them all into one and made it my secret Christmas special. I hope you enjoy! 🎄

All I want for Christmas is two fictional Slytherin boys 💕

Warnings: under the influence of alcohol, spit swallowing, degradation and name calling, mmf threesome, oral f receiving, anal fingering, unprotected p-in-v, first time mm, unprotected anal sex

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She’d been so happy when Sebastian and Ominis had volunteered to stay at school with her over the holidays, making sure she had friends who care about her to ease the ache the holidays usually brought her.

She’d been even more thrilled when Sebastian had pulled them into the empty Slytherin common room where he’d gathered a hoard of blankets and pillows to make a cozy nest in front of the crackling glow of the fireplace. It was close to the massive Christmas tree in the common room as well, one of her favorite things.

She was already a bit silly because of the amount of firewhiskey she’d consumed and Sebastian leaned over, taking the cup from her. “You need to slow down darling, or you’ll make yourself sick.”

She giggled, lolling against Ominis who hadn’t expected her to come crashing into his side while he took a sip and spilled a bit. He rolled his eyes and set his drink far off to the side to avoid another spill. “For once, Sebastian is right. You’re making a mess.”

Sebastian pulled her close to him, causing her to blush. The warmth of his chest against her back and the warmth of the firewhiskey in her belly had her feeling loose and safe, not something she’d often felt around the holidays.

Sebastian slid his hand up her side teasingly. “Are you blushing? Ominis, she’s blushing. Think it’s cus she’s drunk or does she like it when I cuddle her and touch her?”

She blushed harder when Ominis’ hands joined Sebastian’s, roaming first over her shoulder then down across her chest and to her stomach. “Ohh, she’s blushing even more, Om. She likes you touching her like that.”

Ominis seemed to gain a bit of confidence, letting his hands slide back up her stomach and over her breasts where he gently squeezed. “If you don’t like it, just let me know and I’ll stop.”

Ominis was pleased when instead of asking him to stop she leaned into the touch, a small moan falling past her lips. She moaned louder when Sebastian’s hands met Ominis’, pinching her nipples lightly. “Do you like this?”

She nodded against Seb’s chest, letting a breathy moan fall from her lips. Her hips slid back against Sebastian who she could feel was enjoying this as much as she was from the hardness against her rear.

Sebastian tsk’d her, reaching over to pull Ominis’ leg out and angling her hips against it. “Grind on his knee while we touch you. Yea. Just like that, pretty girl.”

She moaned, grinding her clothed center against Ominis’ knee, just as Sebastian had instructed. Ominis hummed in satisfaction. “She’s so warm between her legs, Sebastian. Feels like all the extra firewhiskey she drank went straight to warming her pussy.”

Sebastian chuckled, tilting her head back and looking into her eyes. “Is that so? Do you want more, pretty girl? Wanna make sure that pussy is nice and warmed up?”

She nodded, even as Ominis tried to protest the idea of giving her more alcohol. Sebastian took a swig straight from the bottle, and tipped her head back towards him.

He leaned down for what she thought was a kiss but was surprised when he held her chin in place and pushed her lips open, spitting the firewhiskey into her mouth.

She swallowed it quickly, getting hot for an entirely different reason. Sebastian could see it in her eyes and grinned, holding her chin in place. “Yea? You like me spitting in your mouth?”

Ominis gripped her hips, reminding her to grind herself against him while listening to them. “You’re absolutely filthy Sebastian.”

Sebastian grinned at his blind friend, who didn’t look as disgusted as he really made it sound. She nodded up at Sebastian, letting him know that no matter what Ominis said, she did in face like the idea of Seb spitting into her mouth and being forced to swallow.

At her approval Sebastian gripped her cheeks, forcing her mouth open and spitting directly onto her tongue. “Filthy fucking girl, swallow it like a good girl for me.”

She did, grinding against Ominis and swallowing for Seb, her pretty eyes filled with so much heat at everything they did. “Yea? You like it that much? Want to taste Ominis too? Filthy slut.”

She nodded again, turning forward to look at Ominis whose eyebrows rose. That didn’t stop him from leaning up on an elbow and gripping her chin. She opened obediently and he spit inside her mouth.

She hummed as she swallowed and Sebastian chuckled but Ominis is the one who spoke. “Making a fucking wet mess on my pants, love. You’re soaking through all the layers of fabric between us. Poor horny little thing.”

Sebastian reached down to run two fingers across the soaking wet center of her panties and groaned. “So fucking wet, just how we need you, pretty girl. Get on top of the covers and undress for me, beautiful.”

She did as she was told, climbing out from under the covers and shedding every piece of clothing till she laid bare for them.

Sebastian groaned, pointing down to the blanket. She quickly laid down on her back, anxiously spreading her legs. Sebastian stripped off his own clothes and her eyes greedily raked over the smattering of freckles across his skin.

He dipped down, laying on his stomach with his head between her thighs. He gave one teasing lick to her soaking wet center, groaning at her taste while she whimpered, hand flying to fist his hair.

Her eyes trailed to Ominis who, fully clothed, sat beside her face, leaning over and holding his thumb to her mouth. “Suck this. He’s gonna need it nice and wet, I promise.”

She blushed and took Ominis’ thumb into her mouth and rolling her tongue over it generously. With his free hand, Ominis undid his trousers and her eyes locked onto his erection springing free only inches from her face.

Once he was satisfied, Ominis pulled his thumb from her mouth and sat up, letting the bob of his erection brush her lips. “Now you work on this while I work on him. He’ll really want this nice and wet

Sebastian licked and sucked her pussy like he’d die without it. The pleasure was so intense that it became a struggle to suck on Ominis without moaning around his cock. When she did moan, Ominis thrusted into her mouth gently to remind her of the task at hand.

Her eyes flit between watching Ominis preparing Seb for what she could only assume was his cock and Sebastian who’s looking up at her while sliding his tongue eagerly across her clit in maddening circles.

She gripped tightly in his brunette curls, hips lifting and eyes shutting as she came apart on Seb’s tongue. Ominis pulled out from her mouth, letting her moan freely while getting ready behind Sebastian.

Once she’d come back to earth from her orgasm her eyes lock on Seb who’d started grinding himself against the blanket and whimpering as Ominis finger fucked his ass, fingers stretching him open.

Her eyes met Ominis’ lips as he muttered a wandless charm, suddenly creating a symphony of squelching noises from Sebastian’s ass. “Fuck Om, fingers feel so good I won’t last long like that.”

Ominis grinned, pulling his fingers out, adjusting Sebastian up to his knees between her legs. It was so intimate seeing Sebastian’s reddened cheeks and need stricken face meeting her wide eyes. “H-have you guys done this before?”

Sebastian shook his head as Ominis lines up behind Sebastian, muttering another lubrication charm and pumping his shaft in his hand while responding. “No. But if he’s gonna take my cock then it’d be wise for him to be distracted by fucking you.”

She nodded in agreement and Seb pulled a pillow closer, helping her prop her hips up onto it for a better angle. He prowled the few inches forward and his lust burning eyes flick up to her face, searching for any sign he should stop. “Do you really want this?”

She nods eagerly, letting him line up before locking her ankles around the back of his knees. Sebastian sunk home on the first thrust. Her eyes squoze shut as she felt Ominis sink into Sebastian from up top.

A hiss of air left Sebastian’s lips but he didn't seem uncomfortable. Instead he squeezed her cheeks and she opened her mouth obediently, he spit into her mouth again. “Good fucking girl, you’re mine.”

A wave of heat washes over her and Ominis pulls out only to thrust back in. She can tell he’s being gentle but the twisted look of agonizing pleasure written so clearly across Sebastian’s face has her brain swimming.

Ominis chuckled, rolling his hips leisurely, causing Seb to twitch inside of her. “He’s already all starry eyed and cock drunk isn’t he? Bet he looks so good, lost in pleasure between us like this.”

She barely lets out a whimper of agreeance before Seb’s hips twitch to life, dragging pleasure from her body. She can tell the reaction isn’t entirely voluntary but it feels so good she dropped her head back and closed her eyes to enjoy the ride. “Oh, fuck.”

Sebastian practically keens between their bodies, hands groping anywhere he can reach in an attempt to ground himself to reality.

Ominis strikes a spot within him that has him bucking harshly and moaning brokenly. “Ah! S-so good! Fuck!”

Ominis’ focus clips and he moans, focusing back on that spot which in turn has Sebastian rutting conveniently into her g spot. She realizes now why he placed the pillows under her. No matter how he thrusts, she’s angled so he will slam right into her sweet spot.

Finally the boys find a rhythm and her neck is bared as her eyes roll back in absolute pleasure. She’s fighting the urge to fall apart under them both, hanging on to hope that one of them will cave first.

Sebastian sounds so fucked out and needy that his wines carry through the common room, not an ounce of hesitation. “O-oh fuck! I-I’m gonna cum! C-can’t stop! Ah!”

She shuttered, allowing herself to cum as Sebastian slams into her g spot, cum flowing into her and filling her so full she can feel it leaking out of her and making a mess.

Ominis seems to lose his composure as Sebastian tightens around him. His hips stutter and his eyes slam shut before a chorus of moans flows past his thin lips.

They lay there in a sweaty heap till finally Ominis peels himself from Sebastian’s sticky skin, grunting when he pulls from Sebastian with an audible pop.

She blushes as Sebastian pushes himself up on shaky legs and pulls himself from her next. His eyes trail the cum seeps from her pussy and he grips his wand, muttering a cleaning charm for all three of them.

Finally having the burning urges inside of them satiated, Sebastian lays down against Ominis and pulls her against his chest with a content sigh.

Ominis twirls a lock of Sebastian’s brown curls and she nuzzles against Seb, getting comfortable as she drapes a leg over both of Seb’s and one of Ominis’. “My Slytherin boys for Christmas is all I ever wanted.”

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myfictionaldreams · 2 years

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Happy Halloween // poly!marauders x fem!reader

Summary: You were your own worst enemy. The boys have surprised you by changing their looks for the Halloween party but you can't decide if you're highly aroused or intimidated by their new looks.

A/N: Hello everyone! I’m sorry it’s been a while I’ve been super busy with work and University. but anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, dom/sub, foursome, submissive reader, self-conscious and intimidated reader, moustache/facial hair kink (idk if this is a thing), oral sex (f and m recieving), multiple orgasms, blowjob, fingering, anal sex, squirting, double penetration, begging, praise kink, daddy and sir kink, overstimulated, edging, (not beta read)

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“Can you give me at least a little hint as to what you’re all wearing?” you asked with a hint of desperation evident in your tone as you glanced between the three boys across the table.

Around you, similar questions were being asked among the excited students at Hogwarts as Professor Dumbledore had planned a Halloween celebration in the evening. But, this wasn’t the party that most of the older students would be attending, as The Marauders had somehow managed to sweet-talk Madam Rosemerta to have a “civilised” gathering that most definitely wouldn’t include copious amounts of firewhiskey and music. Everyone had been talking about it for weeks, and it was only as you mentioned to Alice that the dress you were borrowing from Lily was blue, did James perk up, a devilish grin spreading across his cheeks, “I’m wearing blue as well, we’ll be matching my love”.

“What do you mean you’re wearing blue? You don’t own anything blue”, his grin slipped into a smirk as he turned away from you, leaving you to ponder. Usually you were lucky to see James or Sirius in anything that wasn’t their school uniform or quidditch jumpers so to hear that he’d brought something specifically for the party had you questioning him about this discovery at any spare moment. This only increased when Remus and Sirius revealed that they also had brought “special” outfits for the party and now you were really confused and desperate for any minor details that your boyfriends might reveal.

However, they were also very good at keeping secrets and even though the four of you shared a bed every night, no amount of snooping in their wardrobe would bring you closer to finding out what they were wearing.

Even now, as you continued to stare at the three of them, who were now blatantly ignoring your questioning as they finished their meals in a hurry, you sighed in frustration still not being able to get the answers you were hoping for. Instead, you turned to Lily, asking what time she was going to start getting ready tonight.

Only a few moments later did the three of them stand up, catching your attention, frowning as Sirius and Remus rushed off whilst James collected his bag from under the table. “Wait what are you going? I thought we were all going to the library together?”

“Sorry, we need to get ready love, we’ll meet you in the common room at 7” he responded, reaching across the table to gently cup your hand, lifting it to his lips and giving a slow kiss across your knuckles, smirking down as your shoulders dropped in relaxation a soft smile on your lips, momentarily forgetting that he was leaving you until he dropped your hand and you watched him disappear out of the great hall.

“Did he say they were going to get ready? We still have all afternoon yet, surely it’s not going to take them 6 hours to put a suit on” Lily asked confused.

Shaking your head, you shrugged your shoulders, “I have no idea, they seem to have a few things planned for it but they won’t tell me anything even though I can see them whispering away every evening when they think I’m asleep. Your guess is as good as mine”.

Opting out of the library, you spent the afternoon with the Gryffindor girls, talking about their predictions for the night, who would be the best dressed, the prediction for who would be drunkest and how long we all thought it would be before Madam Rosemarta kicked everyone out. Finally, it was a reasonable hour to climb the stairs to the girl's dormitory and begin getting ready.

In the excitement of wanting to see what the boys were wearing, you were ready in record timing, mostly because the other girls had come to your aid, having watched you struggle with the simple spells to sort out your hair and makeup. So, Marlene perfectly styled your hair whilst Lily slowly moved her wand across your face, applying a light layer of makeup. Getting changed was the easy part, some new underwear that you’d picked especially for today to surprise the boys and the floor-length blue dress with a hip-length slit up the right side of the leg, paired with simple black flats, not trusting yourself in heels tonight.

You moved to wait on the common room sofa, waving off your friends as 7pm came and went and yet, your boyfriends still didn’t appear. You’d even attempted to knock on the boys’ door but all you heard was shuffling and Sirius shouting that he would be down soon. As it neared 8pm, you could feel your eyes starting to droop from staring into the fire for an hour, your head slipping on your fist that was holding it up.

Slowly standing, you decided to go to the bathroom and try to freshen up, hoping your eyes would open. You knew the layout of the common room like the back of your hand so with your tired eyes closed, you stepped around the sofa and bumped into the hard chest of someone that you hadn’t heard descend the stairs.

“Woah, careful love” James chuckled, gently grabbing your forearms to keep you upright. You smiled at his voice, still not opening your eyes as you rested your forehead against his chest, smiling wider as he kissed the top of your head, hands circling your back, whispering, “I’ve missed you this afternoon too”. You usually spent all day with the boys so it felt odd not to be in their arms for all of this time.

Taking a deep breath, his mouthwatering cologne took over your senses and as he whispered how beautiful you looked in your ear, it finally dawned on you - he was finally dressed!

Snapping your eyes open and taking a step back so his hands were resting on your shoulders, you looked at him.

Blinking a few times, your mouth gaped open, eyes slowly travelling over his body. Does he look taller? And older somehow? Swallowing harshly, you tried to take in every detail of your boyfriend who looked so incredibly different to the messy-haired, lean built Marauder. James was thriving in your reaction, cockily looking down at himself before straightening his tie, “I know, I know, I scrub up well, don’tcha think?”

Glancing down you took in every detail, his leather shoes were burgundy in colour, nothing like his scruffy school shoes. Next was his three-piece suit, pinstripe blue, darker than the blue you wore but it was fitted to perfection, particularly over the muscles on his arms that seemed bigger than they did this morning. Beneath the suit, he wore a light blue shirt with a black tie decorated with skulls. From the side of your eyes you noted that he also wore big thick rings on his hands, but as you looked back at his face, this was the biggest transformation, the one that had your knees feeling weak. A thick beautiful moustache now lay over his top lip, and his hair seemed to be longer, usually, it was kept short and seemed to always be sticking up in every direction but not today, instead it was swept back and now reached his shoulders and a single earring hoop in his left ear.

“Honey?” James asked, finger stroking your cheek which snapped you out of the trance you seemed to be stuck in, swallowing loudly again. You’d never seen him look like this before and the moustache… he knew that would drive you crazy.

Confusion sparked through your expression, “what?” you whispered, looking him up and down repeatedly and blinking slowly. James then went into an explanation about potions for hair growth and how he had been saving for this suit for a while but you were only half listening, instead just basking in his beauty, trying to ignore the pulsing between your legs.

But you were also your own worst enemy, here he was, looking hot as hell, and there you were in a hand-me-down dress borrowed from Lily, you’d look like an eye sore compared to him.

James knew you probably better than you knew yourself, noticing the glazed-over look in your eyes, the way your breathing rate increased and the fact you were nibbling nervously on your lip. Stepping closer so you were toe-to-toe, he swiftly cupped your cheeks, tilting your head back so he could lean down and kiss your lips tenderly. At first, you pulled away but he held firmly and soon as you breathed in his smell you relaxed, trying to remind yourself, it was only James, your James, not an attractive stranger that you needed to impress.

“You look beautiful my love” he mumbled between kisses, not stopping until your body relaxed fully, hands lifting to hold onto his wrists, feeling the cool metal of his chain bracelet trying to find comfort in touching him. James leaned down, leaving kisses all over your face causing you to giggle at the sensation, “there she is” he smiled down at you as you mirrored his smile.

Taking a deep breath, you couldn’t stop staring at his moustache, wishing that you could feel it on your mouth, breasts…in between your legs. “I knew you would like it” James muttered, almost reading your thoughts just by the way you were staring at him. He leaned down, capturing your mouth deeply in a kiss that stole your breath and you reciprocated with just as much want, needing more.

However, another voice stopped you. “Woah, why are you guys having all the fun without me, I thought we agreed to wait until after the party Prongs before any funny business” Sirius whined, stepping down the final few steps from the boy's dormitory.

Flushed from the kiss, you hide in James' chest, trying to slow your breathing but as you peeked around your boyfriend and took in Sirius’ appearance, nothing could stop your cheeks from warming. They were really pushing you to the maximum today.

Sirius almost looked royal with his attire. Black leather boots that stopped midway up his calf, with tight black trousers tucked in, and the jacket - it was exquisite, intricate details all over the material, with silver buckles up the centre and finally a peak of burgundy colour at his neck teased a shirt beneath the jacket, however, as stunning as his outfit was, this wasn’t what held your attention.

“You’ve cut your hair” your voice was small, giving no indication as to whether you liked the change or not. For all the years that you had known him, he had always had shoulder-length curly hair that you loved to spend hours with your fingers running through it so this was a big change for him.

Sirius stood taller, pulling his jacket straight, eyebrow raised as he asked, “what do you think? It’ll grow back if you don’t like it darling”.

Stepping around James, you reached up a tentative hand, playing with the new short hair at the nape of his neck, slowly bringing your hand across to the also new stubble that covered his cheeks.

“I love it” you managed to croak out, if only he knew that your heartbeat was pounding in your ears and cunt, not sure how to handle the arousal that was pulsing through you, both boys were handsome but you’d never seen them like this before.

“Yeah? You love it? Well, I love you” he leaned down, hands on your waist to pull you closer, you had to still go on your tiptoes to reach as he kissed you slowly and deeply, a hand slipping up to hold the side of your throat and what he felt had him pulling back. “I can feel your pulse pounding baby, everything’s ok, I know it's a big change but it’s still just us”, his thumb stroked along your jaw.

Dropping back onto the flats of your feet, you glanced down at your hands that were playing with the hem of his jacket as Sirius kissed your forehead. Sometimes, you really hated having your brain, hated how anxiety ruled your thoughts leaving you feeling worthless and stressed. This situation was ridiculous, you were standing with two of your boyfriends, and they’d decided to dress up a bit so why were you feeling so self-conscious that you couldn’t even look them in the eye?

Sirius glanced down at what you were wearing, hand reaching low to the top of your thigh, near your hip, which was where the slit in the dress ended. “Well, I really fucking love this” you huffed a laugh, a good distraction from the thoughts in your head. If only you had looked up to see the smile that spread across James and Sirius’ faces when you laughed, they always said it was their favourite sound.

James, who had been leaning against the back of the sofa watching the interaction stood, approaching the back of you, hands circling your waist to gently tug you back into his arms, lips brushing against the soft column of your throat, his moustache tickling the skin.

“Excuse us Prongs, you’re taking my job”, Sirius remarked, mirroring James' movements but from in front of you, his mouth attaching to the other side of your neck. Closing your eyes, you tried to relax but if it wasn’t your self sabotaging thoughts, the only thing you could think of was the intense clenching that your pussy was doing as the sweet sensations that their lips were slowly driving you crazy.

It was footsteps descending the staircase that caught your attention as Remus finally finished getting ready, doing up one of the cuffs on his jacket, and observing the three of you with hungry eyes. “Boys, I thought we were waiting for this, otherwise we’ll never get to the party”.

James and Sirius reluctantly let you go, knowing you would also want to go and be in his arms but you seemed to stop breathing in awe as to how he looked, he somehow looked older too, with a beard starting to grow in, his hair perfectly styled and his suit… that damn suit… these boys were really trying to push you to your limit today.

It was an all-white suit and shirt, paired with some simple black leather shoes, but it all shaped his body exquisitely and now your nerves were really a mess, as well as in between your legs, you could feel your juices smearing across the top of your thighs.

Remus was looking you up and down just as fiercely, whistling low as he took everything in before him, “you look perfect” he spoke, almost dazed himself. He started to step forward, noticing your hesitation and could practically feel your nerves rolling off of you.

Lifting a finger under your chin, he tilted your head back enough to kiss the tip of your nose, “you ok, pup?” he whispered.

“Ye-yeah” you just about choked out, feeling Sirius and James each take one of your hands in their own, squeezing it supportively.

“Do you still want to go?” He held your jaw firmly, making sure you couldn’t look away from his intense eyes.

“Yes,” you whispered, not having the nerve to have any other answer. For a moment, your eyes dropped to Remus’ lips as he leaned in further to gently brush against yours before pulling away, squinting his eyes as if unsure of your answer.

“If you get overwhelmed, if you want to leave at any time, if you want to get some fresh air, anything - you will tell one of us won’t you?” You tried to nod but Remus tutted, shaking his head. “I need to hear you say it Pup, you know that.”

“Yes sir”.

“Good”, he kissed your forehead before standing to his full height, extending his arm, and offering it for you to take which you gladly did.

You knew you were being quiet on the walk to the carriage, and you knew that the boys had noticed this. Even though you clung to Remus’ arm for dear life, you still couldn’t look either of them in the eyes, hardly answering their questions and almost cowering away from them.

Finally, you all climbed into the carriage. Usually, you would have either sat in one of their laps or been pulled in close to one of their sides but today, you couldn’t muster up the courage to do this so opted to sit next to the window, eyes dazed as you watched the cart begin to move.

You could feel each of their eyes on you, Remus was to your right on the bench with James and Sirius across from the two of you. Your hands nervously twitched in your lap as you tried not to become overwhelmed and even noticed the “I told you so look” that James gave the other two.

This was exactly what you were like before you all began dating. Timid, nervous, couldn’t look either of them in the eye, purely because you were intimidated by them and how attractive they were. You’d found them all to be the three most handsome men you’d ever seen, so being the introverted person that you were, you avoided them at all costs but what you hadn’t noticed was that they were watching you, wanting you just as badly as you wanted them and it took a long long while to coax you out of the anxiety to be calm around them.

So now, sitting with them all dressed up in a way you hadn't seen them before, it was almost like sitting with three strangers and it put your barriers straight back up again, even though you knew it was your boys, your mind was overstimulated by the situation.

You hated being this ridden with anxiety, wish that you could be excited that they all looked so gorgeous, wish you could go back to looking forward to the party with all of your friends but instead you were dreading every moment. Expecting them to all leave you as soon as you arrived because why would they want to be seen with you when they all looked like that?

You tried to clear your self-sabotaging throughs that spiral around and around in your mind, could feel your eyes glazing over, your body starting to shake but you couldn’t stop it.

“Come here, Pup” Remus mumbled, gently reaching across to pull on your hands you recently did as commanded, sliding across the bench until your leg brushed against his but Remus continued to pull on your hands. “Not close enough just yet”, he smiled softly down at you.

You tried to smile back, warming in your cheeks as you moved to sit in his lap with his help, “relax back, that’s it”, he muttered. You still couldn’t look back at him or across at the two sitting opposite so instead stared at your hands as he moved your body to be comfortable, legs lying over his muscular ones that you could feel beneath, and then his arms cradled your body to his chest, hands engulfing yours.

His lips brushed against the shell of your ear as he whispered, “relax, love”. Your body trembled as you released a hard breath, your muscles going from tense to jelly in a second as you melted back into Remus, but still only looked at your now joined hands. He didn’t have any fancy jewellery on except for a lavish watch, so his hands around yours looked as they usually did which comforted you as you ran your fingers over the scars that scattered over his skin.

“Close your eyes” Remus instructed and you immediately did, finding this the easiest thing you’d done all evening. “Take a deep breath, in through your nose and out through your mouth.” You did this, breathing in all of their colognes, at least these hadn’t changed, it still just smelt of the three boys you loved, the boys you recognised, the boys you loved. Your hands held onto his tighten, head tipping back against his shoulder.

“That’s it, just breath us in Sweetheart, it’s just us, it’s just your boys, we’ll always be your boys, nothing has changed no matter how we look”, he sweetly kissed the side of your head once more before continuing in trying to calm you down. “It’s just me, it’s just Sirius and it’s just James, no one else”.

“My boys” you finally mumbled, the tight knot in your stomach relaxing slightly enough for you to feel comfortable enough to turn your head and nuzzle into his neck, even though it felt different iht his facial hair, it still smelt like him, underneath the cologne, it was still him.

“That’s right, your boys, just like you’re ours” his arms tightened, pulling you harder against his body and that’s when you noticed the hardened lump under where you were sat on his lap, a small smile now playing on your lips.

“As I said, you look perfect tonight, like you always are Pup” he muttered, gently rolling his hips so you could feel the full extent of his erection. You immediately started to grind down on him, softly mewling at the sensation.

“I need you daddy” your words had him tensing, eyes rolling back and cock throbbing. Remus looked to the other two sitting across from him, noting how they were both pulling against their tight trousers, trying to relieve the pressure on their cocks. They both watched closely as Remus's rough hand inched towards the slit in your dress.

James shifted forward in his seat, forearms resting on his knees as he watched Remus’ hand closely, “that’s not fair you said we had to wait until after the party and I called the first dib, I’ve wanted to taste her all day”.

You're instantly rubbing your thighs together, moaning at his husky voice, wanting nothing more than for him to go through with this.

Remus’ chest rumbled as he responded, his voice now low, “fuck waiting for the party, go ahead Prongs”. He removed his hand from your thigh, moving it to hold your waist steadily so he could ease your legs on either side of his, spreading you before them, the slit in your dress widening until your entire left leg was exposed and your cunt only just covered but they could see a peak of blue lingerie.

You still kept your eyes closed, not wanting to overwhelm yourself as you tried to refrain from shaking in anticipation of hearing James slide to his knees, not caring if he messed up his suit in the process.

His hot breath spread across the thigh of your exposed leg as he kissed it, his hands stroking along the skin delicately but it only caused you to go into overdrive with how much you wanted him. “Please daddy” you huffed, trying to roll your hips but couldn't in the position Remus had moved you to.

James chuckled at your desperation, licking the top of your thigh clean as it had been covered in your juices, moaning at the taste before finally pushing back the dress to expose your centre and stopping at the sight before him. “Well well… if this isn’t the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen I don’t know what is” James muttered against your skin as Sirius simply whispered the word “fuck” at the view.

You had decided to wear some crotchless underwear, knowing that the party would end in fucking so you thought it would be a nice treat for you and the boys - and easy access. This meant that your clenching, wet cunt was now bared to them all, James’ mouth seemed to moisten even further, and each of their cocks throbbed wanting to be buried deep in your warmth.

He couldn’t wait a moment longer as he leaned closer and licked a strip from your hole to your clit, licking up everything you had to offer and he could see just how sensitive you were as you moaned desperately, bodily twitching at the sensation.

He started by pushing his tongue deep into your hole, pushing in and out, his nose brushing against your clit with each stroke. His moustache was also adding in a rough but satisfying sensation as he continued opening you up before swiping up to the sensitive bundle of nerves, flicking it at first before sucking it into his mouth which had your hips nearly falling off of Remus's lap if it wasn’t for his strong hold of you.

You were moaning loudly, not caring if people outside of the carriage could hear you, your hand falling into his perfectly styled hair, holding him close to your cunt as the other hand gripped the back of Remus’ neck holding yourself to him.

Vaguely you could hear another movement and deep moans and you had a slight suspicion that Sirius was wanking himself off watching you getting eaten out. Your cunt clenched violently at the thought, already feeling yourself being worked up to the orgasm you desperately craved, especially as James lifted his hand and inserted two fingers deep, gently rocking them in time with your hip movements, tongue swirling around and around your clit.

Your breaths were hot and heavy, your mouth hanging open as you moaned frantically. Remus’ lips brushed against the shell of your ear once more, commanding, “open your eyes, I want you to look at him when you cum in his mouth”. You felt James’ mouth twitch into a smirk against your pussy, but didn’t falter in his movements, bringing you closer and closer.,

You couldn’t even think properly as you opened your eyes, looking down at the man in between your legs and the sight of his handsome, moustache face was all you needed. It was such an intense orgasm that you nearly toppled forward, pulling James' face off of you as you quivered around his fingers, eyes rolling as your body spasmed, the contractions in your cunt nearly had you floored.

Shuddering breaths rattled through you as you found your bearings. Quickly opening your eyes, you let go of the strong grip on James’ hair, you apologised having nearly ripped out his hair and messed up his perfectly styled look. But the look that James’ gave had your heart jumping in your throat as he sat back on his knees, licking the juices off of his lips and smiling devilishly at you.

“Don’t ever apologise for that” he muttered leaning up to kiss you deeply before collapsing back in his seat next to Sirius who was waving his wand over his lap that was covered in his cum, his half-limp cock being tucked away. James then pulled his wand out from inside of his jacket and waved at the wet patch that was leaking through his trousers as he too had cum from your display.

Your cheeks were impossibly warm as you leaned back on Remus, his cock still hard beneath your lap. Reaching beneath, you tried to stroke him through his trousers but his hard gently cupped your wrist, placing it back into your lap. “It’s alright Love, we’ll sort it out later, anyway I think we’re going to be arriving soon”.

He helped you to sort yourself out, trying to look as if you hadn’t had James’ head between your legs so no one would suspect but the heated gaze you held, you knew you’d fool no one.

Sirius helped you out of the carriage, kissing your knuckles softly before pulling you into the hut where the gathering was taking place, waving politely to madam rosemarta who looked confusedly at the three boys with how different their appearance looked before pushing open the door to the back room.

A few hours later, you were sitting in a chair in the corner, drinking down some water to try and keep you awake but after all the dancing and laughing you’d been doing, you were struggling to keep your eyes open. You knew you should ask to leave but staring across the room at James and Remus, who both had forgone their blazers and had rolled up their sleeves, as they danced with their fellow Gryffindors, you didn’t have the guts to stop their fun.

Wiping your eyes but also being careful of your make-up, you tried to wake yourself up more which was the exact moment when Sirius came up behind you, leaning down to wrap his warm arms around you, his jacket long discarded somewhere as he kissed your neck.

“Tired, love?” he asked as you leaned back into him.

“Maybe a little bit” you responded shyly at having been caught looking tired.

“Let’s go then darling, come on, I’ll tell the boys” he pulled you up gently but you shook him off not wanting him to miss the fun.

“It’s ok, I’ll be fine Siri-” the end of your sentence was cut off as a yawn rippled through your body, definitely no chance of hiding your exhaustion now.

Sirius didn’t say anything, just simply stroked your cheek before carrying on with informing the boys that you were both leaving before returning back to you, placing his jacket over your shoulders, a warm hand against your lower back and guiding you outside to the awaiting carriage.

“Wait for us!” shouted from behind as Remus and James followed after the two of you, pulling on their blazers, not giving you a chance to argue that they should stay before they were lifting you into the carriage. Sirius was quick to then pull you into his lap sideways so you could nestle into his chest as James sat next to him, easing your feet into his lap, removing your shoes and massaging your feet that had you moaning.

“Sorry for making you guys all leave” you mumbled tiredly into Sirius's neck.

James paused his movements on your feet, “don’t apologise, I’ve told you that” he whispered, nipping one of your toes that had you squealing before he carried on rubbing his thumb into the hell.

After a few calm moments, Remus came up with an idea. “Why don’t we spend the night in the special place? Gives us some peace and quiet from the drunk Gryffindors that have already gone back to Hogwarts?”

“I thought Dumbledore said that the special place was only for our furry friend,” Sirius countered his idea.

“Yeah well, Dumbledore doesn’t need to know about this, does he?” Remus having decided for the group lifted his wand and tapped it against the ceiling, causing the cart to change directions.

The shrieking shack was there the boys were to be during the full moon to look after Remus, and on other occasions, the four of you would go during the day to hang out… and specifically use the large bed in one of the rooms for certain activities. Even though the outside of the building was dark and dreary, the inside wasn’t as bad, thanks to Remus’ charms, it was kept nice and clean for all to use.

The journey was shorter so before long, James was slipping on your shoes once more. Even though you knew that the shrieking shack wasn’t actually haunted, you still had goosebumps littering your skin as you all walked down the spooky path.

Once inside, you all climbed the stairs to the bedroom, Sirius flicking his wand towards the fireplace to light it up, warming the room instantly. The four of you sat in chairs in front of the fire, sharing a bottle of firewhiskey that James had snuck for the party but kept just for you all, which you know shared, the liquid warming your insides.

As James started telling the group the latest gossip that he’d heard from Lily you began to become fidgety, becoming slightly uncomfortable in the dress having been in it for too many hours now, you couldn’t keep still, trying to pull on the bust to ease up the feeling.

Sirius watched you in amusement, adoring the way your bottom lip stuck out at the feeling before finally asking, “what some help there, love?”

Sighing you turned to him, “yes please”.

Standing directly in front of the ire, with your back towards the boys, Sirius stepped behind you, kissing along your shoulders as he slowly undid the zip up the back of the dress, his hand trailing along the skin that was slowly being exposed. As you pulled your arm out of the sleeve, he stopped you, whispering huskily, “wait, do it slowly I want to watch”, and with that collapsed back into his chair, taking another swig from the bottle.

At first, you were too embarrassed to undress in front of them, it now going deathly silent except for the fire crackling before you. However, the whiskey had given you a slight buzz of confidence so smiling softly you closed your eyes and began to slowly pull your arms out of the dress until you were holding it to your chest.

Glancing over your shoulder at the three of them with half-lidded eyes, you dropped the material until it pooled at your feet, leaving you only in the crotchless panties and matching blue bra. You smiled widely as you saw their visible reactions, sitting up higher in their chairs, biting their lips and looking at you in anticipation.

Feeling rarely brave, you turned to face Remus. “You know earlier, you said you wanted to fix your problem”, referring back to his hard-on in the carriage that he never released. “Well, I um- I want to help you with that”.

Remus’ eyes dropped down your body, taking every inch of your body, he lead back in his chair, spreading his legs out. “Oh yeah, and how are you going to do that Pup?”

Tentatively you walked towards him, stopping between his legs and then dropping to your knees. Taking a deep breath to hold your nerve you gently ran your hands up his trousered thighs, smiling to yourself as you could feel he was already getting hard. With surprisingly steady hands and not moving your eyes from his, you unzipped him, reaching inside to pull out his perfectly sized cock.

It bobbed in the air as you raised higher onto your knees, holding the base as you licked a single strip up the underside of him, enjoying the way it was throbbing due to your actions. Swirling your tongue over his tip, you tasted everything that was only his taste before taking his member into your mouth, stopping as it reached the back of your throat and sucking as you slowly came up.

You could feel his thighs clenching as he hissed, “merlin, that feels so good sweetheart”. You continued this action, bobbing your head up and down and using your hand to wank the length that couldn’t fit into your mouth. His hand reached out to your spare hand that was on his thigh, fingers interlacing with yours, and it made your heart thump for a moment at this little gesture.

Movement sounded from behind you as Sirius began to lie on the floor, reaching where you were he pulled you back so you were forced to remove your mouth from Remus’ cock. Sirius kept tugging until you were kneeling on either side of his head, his hands steading on your hips to pull you down until you were sat on his face, his tongue instantly delving into your depths.

“Sirius!” you gasped loudly, looking down at him between your legs, your favourite view. He moved his tongue expertly over your cunt, licking up and down before concentrating on your clit, going slowly then quicking with back and forth actions before slowing one more, he knew exactly what he was doing to your body.

Looking back up to Remus you whined, reaching a handout and he stood in front of you instantly, his cock bobbing in front of your face you took him back into your mouth, flicking his tip with your tongue, using your hands to steady yourself on his hips.

You still needed more though so without stopping your movements with your mouth or the moaning that you were doing, you reached your hand out beckoning James over who didn’t waste any time in pulling his cock from his suit trousers and placing it into your hand. You moved your hand up and down his shaft, feeling it throb at your movements, much like the one in your mouth was doing.

As Sirius sucked on clit, your moan vibrated around Remus’ cock and you couldn’t help but harden your grip around James as you were close to cumming, feeling that beautiful tingly bliss forming in your abdomen, knees wobbly. Pulling Remus out, you had to lean your head on his hip moaning widely that you were going to cum.

“Stop Sirius”, Remus demanded, gently pulling your head back to look at him as you whined the sensation in your abdomen fizzled out as Sirius dropped his head onto the floor, looking up your body to where Remus stood. “I want her to cum with all of our cocks inside her”.

Moaning at his dominance, feeling wobbly as he helped you to your feet, pulling you into a fierce kiss, you were sure he could taste himself on your tongue but he didn’t seem phased as his tongue danced with yours. Your mind was so lost in his touch that you hadn’t even noticed that he had been walking you back towards the bed until the back of your legs hit the edge and you tumbled into the middle of the soft sheets.

Leaning up on your forearms, you watched as your three handsome boys undress until they were all naked and pumping their cocks staring down at you with soft smiles.

“Boys if you would” Remus once again directed, gesturing onto the bed which, James and Sirius then climbed onto and before long you were making out with James, his moustache causing slightly friction against your face but you didn’t care. Especially as Sirius started to lick over your clothed nipples, teasing the bud as it sent a thrill straight to your soaking cunt.

Finally, he pulled the material down and sucked your nipple into his mouth, teasing with his teeth that had you gasping and lifting your hips. His mouth then travelled north up your body, sucking against your neck and soon was replacing James' lips on your own as he went to the breast that lay untouched.

Their hands and mouths were fondled with your breasts, neck and face, you weren’t sure where James started and Sirius ended, becoming lost in their touch. It was only as the third set of hands joined the mix did you open your eyes to glance down, seeing Remus lifting your thighs back, spreading you open and the other two then held the legs back for him but neither stopping their attack of pleasure on you.

Remus was watching the three of you with dark eyes before he looked at your wet core, his thumb brushing against your clit gently with one hand, whilst the other covered his fingers with the juices that were covering you. He moved south with that hand, past your cunt and lower and you knew exactly what he was doing, knew what he meant by all of their cocks, knew that you wanted it more than anything.

Remus’ finger circled your puckered hole for a moment, and you tried to relax your body enough that he would slip in, which he did. It definitely wasn’t your first time doing it in this hole so your body didn’t have as much resistance anymore which you were thankful for because you needed to have them in you soon otherwise you’d start begging.

As his thumb continued to rub slow circles around your clit and James and Sirius each sucked on your nipples, Remus eased two more fingers in, thrusting them in steadily until you he was happy with your progress but you weren’t thinking about that, you were thinking about that tight knot that had formed in your abdomen one more.

Once again, however, Remus knew your body seemingly better than you realised as he once again demanded, “stop!” You knew cried at how frustrated you were as the tingling subsided once more as all hands and mouths left your body, leaving you to look up with your bottom lip sticking out.

“Please daddy, stop edging me, I really want to cum” you moaned, not caring how pathetic you looked you just wanted to feel that euphoria.

Remus leaned over your body, hand gripping your cheeks so your mouth became squished, “you’ll cum when I say you can cum, do you understand?”

“Yes sir” you answered quietly.

“Good girl now gets up, Pads take her spot”. James helped you over to his side of the bed as Sirius lay in the spot where you were just laying. Remus then directed you to straddle him so you did, hands laying on his chest as he smiled softly up at you as you eased yourself down on his leaking cock.

You had to bite your lip as you were already once again close to cuming, your cunt clenching harshly around him until he too was cursing at the sensation, hands squeezing your hips. “Please… please… I’m so close I can’t hold it back for much longer” you begged, keeping your eyes closed in concentration.

“Nearly there sweetheart, that’s it, open up”, he tapped your cheek so you opened your eyes and mouth, now seeing that he was standing on the bed, feet on either side of Sirius’ head much like it had been only moments ago as he held his cock out in front of him, ready for you to suck on it once more which you greedily did.

James now positioned himself behind you, covering his cock up with spit before lining it up at your prepared hole, “ready honey?”

You gargle around Remu’s cock as a yes and finally, he starts pushing in, slowly his tip went in and once it was past the thickest part, the rest was easier, slipping in until you were absolutely full and overstimulated to the max that all it took were a few swipes of James' thumb against your clit and you were orgasming, having been edged a few times, you were just about seeing stars when your pussy and ass contracted around both of the cocks.

In your muddled brain you had to use everything you had not to bite down on Remus's cock, instead the moaning scream you released that vibrated him had his head falling back, eyes closing at the sensation. It took a few moments for you to get your bearings again before pulling your aching mouth from Remus’ cock, before nodding, indicating for the other two to start thrusting.

You were quite sensitive so you were clenching incredible hard at first but soon relaxed into it, trying to continue sucking off Remus but it was hard when Sirius and James were fucking into you in tandem.

Remus was watching the three of you, the moans and groans you were all each producing and just as you reached up to fondle his balls, he couldn’t hold it in, stroking your cheek he grunted his seed spilling down your throat which you hungrily drank down.

“Merlin you are good at that” Remus complimented as he pulled his cock out of your mouth and you all but collapsed onto Sirius's chest, the dribble on your chin smearing across the littering of hair that was on him. Remus now sat on the side of the bed, stroking your hair and cheek, comforting you as both boys started to fuck harder into you.

You began to repeatedly chant the word “please” over and over, feeling entirely overstimulated, and sensitive but needing both of their cum as you were desperately trying to hold your third orgasm back.

As you clenched your lower body as Sirius hit directly on that sweet spot, you heard James curse loudly as he suddenly came deep inside your arse before pulling out to watch his cum drip out and onto Sirius's cock who was now pounding away, chasing his and your own high.

Without James restricting his movements, Sirius held the back of your thighs by his hips, so he could fuck into you hard, causing you to squirt droplets uncontrollably with your orgasm rippling through your body intensely. His mouth dropped open at the sight, moaning deeply before he too came holding your body still as he spurted a few times before collapsing back into the bed.

It took a few moments for you all to catch your breath before Remus helped you to move off of Sirius and onto your side, pointing his wand at your cunt and washing away the mess that they had caused. Smiling sleepily, Sirius cuddled your front with Remus climbing in behind him and James spooning in behind you, kissing your shoulder with his moustache once again tickling your skin.

“Can you all please keep the facial hair please” you mumbled, sleep close to taking over your body.

James chuckled, “whatever you want, love.”

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Dread and Drunk | Draco Malfoy

pairing:: deatheater!draco x f!reader no use of y/n!

summary:: after leaving a party in the slytherin commons, the room of requirement allows you in.

word count:: 1,265

warnings:: consumption of alcohol; drunk actions/talking

You’d never been able to hold firewhiskey well, usually stumbling through the hidden entrance embedded in the dungeon walls to the slytherin common room at the end of the night. Keeping focus on the way your feet rise and fall, you keep a hand firmly planted along the wall. Lord forbid you repeat what happened last term and embarrass yourself again.

The memory of you being woken up by Cedric, having passed out from intoxication barely twenty feet from the door, instilled more motivation within yourself to keep it together. While you tried your hardest it was clear you shouldn't have taken those last two shots before leaving.

The first few minutes passed by you in a blur, having gone up a set of stairs you don't remember. You came to a halt in the middle of the corridor, swiveling your head, not knowing exactly where you were. It wasn't a hall that you recognized. Typically you didn't wander around the castle without a known destination in mind, having heard stories of classmates getting lost.

A door slowly appeared, catching your attention. You watched as it formed from a tiny hole, barely big enough for a mouse, into a door three times your size. Your mouth dropped open, head tilting, you pressed a shaky hand into it.

What the fuck?

When it creaked open and fell away from your hand, you stumbled. Taking the smallest peek inside, not wanting to enter a room you weren't sure you were allowed in, you remembered the tales Hermione had told you in the library.

The room of requirement. Of course! Gods, I'm a dumbass.

Without even second guessing after your realization, you droopily walked in. The room was filled with stale air and an unbelievable amount of dust. Surely the castle didn't think you needed a respiratory infection.

Your fingers glossed across countless piles of books, the covers having traces of the glide imprinted from sweeping the dust off. You wiped the pads off onto your jeans, not even caring about them appearing dirty as you’d be taking them off as soon as you’d make it to your dorm.

My dorm. I'm going to my dorm.

With a huff and a single pound in your head you decided to turn back around with the intention of leaving to make your way back to your inviting bed.

Just before you stepped over the threshold there was a faint knock, almost like something being closed. It was enough to have you jump slightly, being caught off guard and somewhat alarmed.

In your drunken state you didn't think there was any danger, maybe it had just been from the breeze of the door being open since it seemed like it hadn't been in a while.

“Hello?” The word came out slightly unsure and slurred.

When you didn't get an answer, not that you’d expected one, you huffed.

“Dumbass.”

You retreated again, this time truly stepping out and letting the door slowly come to a shut behind you. Before it fully did, a voice rang out, gruff and annoyed.

“The fuck did you call me?”

Your heart leaped to the bottom of your throat and settled there. Draco malfoy had emerged from the back of the room, barely being visible as his hand caught the door. He was irritated, suffering from a lack of sleep and a heavy heart.

“I-” you stuttered, “I- uh-” again, “I was actually referring to myself.”

He could smell the firewhiskey seeping off your breath, saw the way your eyes were being dragged down, how your feet were restless.

“Oh, you're pissed.” His brows rose, eyes glittering across the gryffindor pride t shirt you were wearing. The maroon of it was just slightly darker than your cheeks, he found it amusing.

“Mm” you hummed, swaying. When you nodded your head along your feet lost their balance, sending you stumbling to the side.

Before you could attempt to regain your footing from your delayed reflexes, one of his pale hands came down and out, grabbing ahold of your own hand. He steadied you back on your feet while suppressing his smile. You were shocked at his hand on yours, staring at it in a daze until your eyes climbed up his forearm where you could see the faintest outline of the dark mark peeking through his white button up.

“Gryffindor commons are quite a ways from here. I assume you were at the Slytherin party?”

You hummed again, not meeting his eyes or attempting to hold a real conversation. You were so tired, maybe sleeping in the hall again wasn't such a bad idea. You’d only need an hour or two before you'd be able to find your way back again.

He kept his head at an angle. He’d been angry at first, ready to throw insults and hexes at whoever was attempting to flee from interrupting his task. But with every sway and every sleepy flutter of your eyes he couldn't help the smile that tugged at how cute you were in that moment.

“Well,” he bent down, looking past the hair that was draped over your eyes to meet them, “I have one more thing to do in here, then I can escort you to your commons.” His hand was still engulfing yours in an attempt to help with your jitter, admittedly not doing much. He pulled on it gently, bidding you to follow him back into the room of requirement.

If you were even the smallest bit sober you yank your hand out of his, crush his foot with yours and bolt in the other direction. But the gentle hold, the minty fan of his breath and the sweet voice he was putting on only made you more willing. He was being nice, which was not unusual to you; to others of course, but not you. He’d bullied Harry and the Weasleys, called Hermione a Mudblood more times than you could count, but had never directed any insults at you. There was speculation against the trio as to why, having caught on fairly quickly in second year. The consensus was that his mother and yours, were friends, god forbid Draco ever upset his dear mother.

“Thank you, Malfoy.” You smiled at his back.

He didn't drop your hand until you were in front of a couch and laying back into it. The soft black velvet felt abnormally good under your fingertips as you pet at it.

Draco let out a laugh, almost being jealous of the inanimate object that got to feel your caress. You see, Draco had always craved it. None of his friends knew, not Blaise or Pansy or even Crabbe or Goyle. The only one who had caught on was his mother. Narcissa had watched him, watch you, at an annual Malfoy ball. She’d rubbed on his shoulder and told him to go for it. Encouraged him to seek you out, say you looked pretty, ask you to dance.

Draco was never one for romantics though, not at that time.

“Should be just a minute” He stood in front of you, smiling down as he swiped a strand of hair that had gotten stuck between your eyelashes.

As he went to finish packing up the vanishing cabinet you let words slip past your lips, meaning to promise it to yourself in your head.

“I won't tell anyone, Draco.”

He froze with his back to you, straightening out and holding his breath. He had seen you look; he just hoped you were too drunk to notice it.

“I know you won't, mon amour.”

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HIMYM or How Andy Met Manon:

Chapter One: Hope Dies Last

This story is very unserious (until it isn't), some portrayals of canon characters might be exaggerated. Sorry not sorry. This is purely for fun.

Reid Van de Lune belongs to @kc-and-co, Mina Pendleton, who is briefly mentioned belongs to @lifeofkaze.

You can find all the chapters here.

The whole school was buzzing with excitement and rumours about the friendly visit from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang schools. It was announced a few days before that Hogwarts, once again, will be hosting representatives from both schools. The students were divided into the ones that couldn't wait for the visit and the ones that couldn't care less. Andy Adler represented the former, Hayden Jenkins - the latter. The breakfasts were starting to get really tough to get through with their different amounts of enthusiasm.

"You don't even know if she's going to be there." Hayden said, annoyed at his best friend.

"She is, I can feel it."

"You only saw her, like one time! She probably doesn't even remember you. You didn't even speak to her, I bet."

"Who doesn't remember him?"

Reid Van de Lune joined them, confused about what his friends were squabbling over this time.

"Some random french girl, Andy fantasies about since the last Beauxbatons visit. Three. Years. Ago."

"Her name was Manon!"

Haden brows furrowed. "How do you even know that?"

Andy's whole face melted into an adoring expression, and Hayden quickly regretted his question.

"The wind knocked off her hat in the Clock Tower Courtyard. I picked it up, and the name was embroidered on the inside."

"Don't tell me you kept the hat…"

"Of course not! I gave it back to her immediately. I looked into her eyes… Man, I wish her friends didn't start giggling and dragging her away with them."

"Woah," concluded Reid, "it's like, a scene from, like… a movie."

"Sure, if you're into psychological horror," Hayden scoffed.

Andy sighed, not giving up.

"Come on, don’t be like that! Help me out, I only need a few French lessons, and if she won't be there, it still couldn't hurt, right? Don't any of your fancy slytherin housemates know french?"

Hayden laughed almost honestly. "Maybe in the last century, they were fancy. Have you seen my roommates? Barnaby can barely handle English."

"Hayden."

"I mean, I guess Mina Pendleton, maybe?" He pointed at a blonde girl at the slytherin table, "But I'm not going to be the one talking to her."

"Why not?"

Hayden shuddered. "She intimidates me."

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE ALL OUT?!”

Virginia Scott’s angry voice carried through the Great Hall.

"Speaking of girls that are unapproachable…" Andy mumbled as their attention turned towards the end of their table.

“Exactly what I just said.” Jae Kim, the person her anger was directed at, didn't seem worried. “I’m out of all the firewhiskey, elder wine, in all honesty I don’t even have butterbeer at the moment.”

Gigi bit her tongue to avoid screaming at him again.

“And you’re only telling me this now?”

“You didn’t ask about anything specific when we talked last week. You know how fast these things sell around here.”

“I-“ she started but was immediately interrupted by the boy sitting next to her.

“So, how long would it take to execute our order?” asked Diego Caplan, pouring coffee into Gigi's cup in an attempt to calm her down.

“Depends.” he answered, looking suspiciously at the list laying on the table before him. “It’s a big order.”

Gigi sighed heavily and reached for her schoolbag in order to find her purse.

“Ever since you ripped me off on that divination chart you’ve become unbearable, Kim,” she said, handing him a couple of galleons.

Jae shrugged and shoved them into his pocket.

“I’ll talk to you soon.”

And with that he was gone.

"Dude, even since her and the hippie broke up she's been a walking nightmare."

"You mean more than usual?" Hayden chuckled. "No, you're right though, she's unbearable in normal circumstances, but this year is like if someone slipped the essence of insanity into her morning coffee."

"Duuude–" Reid almost choked on air, "what if there was like, a potion that would make you totally speak another language?"

"That would be… perfect actually!" Andy jumped up in his seat. "Is there one?"

Reid suddenly became very serious.

"Do I have an obsession with potions and a head full of blond hair?"

"No…?"

"Then how should I know, I'm not Penny Haywood."

Hayden tuned out their conversation as someone tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around to see two girls he vaguely recognised as fifth year slytherin students. They both were awfully giddy for a Monday morning.

"Sorry, you're Hayden Jenkins, right?"

"The one and only, how can I help you?"

"Well, we just wanted to say that we can't wait to see your band play at the party this Saturday."

"My… band?"

They nodded their heads energetically, and before he could ask more questions, they sprinted out of the Great Hall giggling.

He turned back to his friends completely dumbfounded.

"Snails," Reid said as if he just discovered a new spell.

"Reid that's… I mean it won't hurt to try, we should go anyway if we want to hit the greenhouse before the lessons start."

They gathered their things and stood up.

"Mate, you coming?"

"No, go ahead, I have to take care of something first."

"Suit yourself," Andy shrugged and they were already out of the door.

Hayden also didn't stay at his spot. He had business to take care of at the end of the table. He passed Diego Caplan on his way to the evil witch, and Hayden could swear the Hufflepuff mouthed "good luck" to him.

Virginia Scott was fixing her nails, seemingly unbothered, but Hayden knew her well enough to know that she was still angry about the encounter from before. Her feelings were the least of his concerns at the moment, though.

"Hayden, this is not the best time, darling," she said before he even spoke.

"Don't worry, I just have one little question for you."

She put down the nail file and looked up at him, raising her eyebrows as if she really wanted to hear it.

“Why am I finding out from some random fifth year that not only I have a band but also that I'm going to play with it at your party?”

“Oh, I actually wanted to talk to you about this. I need you to play at my party.”

“Gigi."

“Yes Hayden?”

“I don’t have a band.”

“I’m sure you can figure something out, darling.”

Hayden sighed, immediately regretting not going to the greenhouse with his friends. He could use a smoke right now, after all.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery fanfiction #andy adler #hayden jenkins #reid van de lune #virginia scott #diego caplan #himym or how andy met manon #my writing

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THE FULL MOON HANGS HIGH OVER THE CAMPGROUNDS, silvery light cast over the neverending festivities down below. anyone under the illusion that the hogsmeade hippogriffs vs diagon dragons charity quidditch game would wrap up in good time and lead to a relaxing night away was sorely mistaken. in spite of the late hour, the celebrations - and for some, the drowning of sorrows - show no sign of stopping anytime soon. the burren is an isolated spot, even without factoring in the huge number of muggle deterrent charms and protective incantations cast over the area for one night only. wix who traveled from overseas or across the country have a rare freedom and are taking full advantage - it's equal parts loud and unruly, and the best fun that many have had since winter came. put enough people in a place and throw in copious amounts of alcohol ( and in a number of cases, something much stronger ) and you'll have trouble, but robed aurors that wander the crowds are quick to combat drunken disputes they happen across which in turn is allowing the more easygoing of partygoers to enjoy their night all the more. expectations were rather low, but the event is running better than anyone could have expected. MURPHY MCNULLY of the wizarding wireless network is one of the unlucky number to have thrown in his lot with the hippogriffs. a schoolyard crush on rolanda hooch blinded him when it came to the bettering slips, and the modest fortune that he lost had been enough to make this grown man cry - quite a bit, actually, until a kind soul pressed a half empty bottle of firewhiskey into his hands and he started the process of acceptance. he's been making his way from tent to tent ( which is, in turn, like moving from party to party ) all night, accepting the kindness of strangers and moving on when their generosity runs dry. it's no wonder the poor guy needs the bathroom, but when the closest porta potty queue looks much too daunting for him and a quick glance around tells him that no one is paying that much mind to him, murphy darts between tents and heads for the edge of the campgrounds. he stumbles over the uneven terrain of the burren, picking his way to a suitable distance and coming to a stop at an ancient, waist high stone wall. the cacophony of music and laughter and all round good cheer hides the sound of a zipper, and murphy tries to sing along to one of the songs he recognises in the din, as he goes - he's so drunk the words run together, but he's having a mighty good time. bladder emptied, he zips himself back up, now humming, and hears a low grumble. his stomach, he thinks. "too full of firewhiskey," he laughs to himself, too drunk to take much notice of the hairs stood up at the back of his neck, "not enough soakage." he turns to go, and there it is again. the telltale grumble. or… he frowns. a growl? he twists back around, and the last thing that murphy mcnully sees before the world turns wet and red is two yellow eyes glinting in the moonlight and the flash of jaws full of huge, pointy teeth. it lunges, and on a nearby hill another wolf lifts their head to the sky to let out a mournful howl, and the pack descends.

TRIGGER WARNINGS for death, injury, animal death, anxiety, assault, blood, body imagery, fire imagery, gore.

the gathered crowds confuse the first screams of abject terror for more joyful rowdiness, only realising the nightmare they have stumbled into when they catch their first glimpse of the wolves that move with inhuman speed - the teeth, the eyes, the stinking, matted fur. worse, still ( if only because the horror of them is so much easier to digest in the moment ) are the hooded figures that begin to pop up from place to place. as if things weren't already bad, the death eaters have arrived. the smart ones apparate without a second thought. MARCUS, at one end of the campground, is gone with a pop before the situation has fully sunken into their alcohol adled mind. others, like the MALFOY'S, rush out of their tents in their nightclothes, disoriented, and take a second to let it all wash over them. they disappear, too, but only after they've grabbed their peacocks.

it really is just VIKTOR'S luck that he would put himself out there and run into one of the more unfortunate cases of deja vu. bleary eyed when he emerges from his tent, he only narrowly avoids the vivid purple spell that sails over his head and collides with a cabinet inside, sending wood splinters and glass scattering and waking DAMARIS from where they dozed. the next curse draws blood when it grazes his arm and he drops to the ground, the same as his unlikely companion who has slid all the way off his couch and thrown their hands protectively over their head, kneeling in the shattered glass. "what the fuck is happening?" they shout, but viktor doesn't know.

ANDIE, holding her crying son in her arms, abandons the fire pit when a misjudged protective spell explodes into the middle of it, sending sparks flying over all that had gathered around. she gets caught up in the sea of wix stampeding in one direction and can't immediately find an opening to get out or a safe space to apparate.

following their immediate instinct to just duck and take cover beneath a closed up, wooden stall ultimately does TEMPEST no good ; they're smart, but the penchant for utter, mindless destruction that the death eaters have trumps that every time. one of the hooded figures hits the wooden structure with expulso, not even to target them but just because it adds to the growing chaos. they only realise someone is cowering underneath it when the now brightly burning, collapsing structure draws a shrill scream from the wix caught below.

throwing up an invisible block in the doorway of their tent the minute that chaos unfolded was definitely a good idea and saves them some initial trouble, but DUDLEY is the first to realise the other sort of danger that they have landed themselves into when smoke starts billowing out from the rooms at the back of the tent. "GINNY-" he starts, wide eyed and taking several steps back, whatever warning he was going to give interrupted by her shout of "fuck!" as she rushes past him, leaving DRACO alone to hold the barrier in place. her cry of aguamenti does little to douse the flames she can only barely see through thick, black smoke. she tries to put them out in vain while it continues to funnel into the tent, stinging their eyes and coating their lungs with every breath, until dudley grabs her upper arm and tugs her away. "it's no use," he tells her, through a cough, "we have to leave." he's right, of course. arms held over their mouths as they return to the front of the tent, a bead of sweat runs down draco's forehead from both rising heat and the pressure of holding the barrier, alone. "ready to go?" he asks them, to no reply ; ginny grabs a hand each, and they disappear with a pop.

assuming that JUSTIN is close at their heels and with ISMENE holding tightly to her hand, ANTIGONE'S only thought is to get back to her van and get her dog. they were among the lucky ones - they hadn't been caught up at the heart of the campgrounds when everything went to hell, and has instead been hanging around the edges of the parties. they were ready to head back and get some sleep, but unwilling to be the first to leave. they are both so full of hope, so close to where they parked in the carpark when antigone turns to glance over her shoulder that it feels so stupid to stop at all, though of course they were always going to when she realises, with a jolt, that justin isn't behind them after all. ismene tries to tug her on as she opens her mouth to shout for him, but everything moves so fast - a furred body launches itself over a ford fiesta and lands heavy on top of them both, jaws snapping, and what comes out of her next is nothing but a wordless scream.

limping from an ankle that he twisted in his haste to get through the panicked crowd, OSKAR meets ELIZA at the flap of her tent and shoves her all the way back in again. "is elena-" with her fingers now knotted up in the sleeve of his shirt, she shakes her head. it's a relief. her husband appears in a doorway with a barely awake ezra holding on tight around his neck, face buried in his shoulder. "is it-" he begins to ask, but oskar interrupts, "it's bad. we have to go." a ground shaking explosion at that exact moment forces them to quicker action, and eliza pulls oskar towards the rest of her family so that when they apparate, they do it together.

( the explosion itself is one of the stronger cases for a person having 'just downright rotten luck' documented, in recent years. GRACE, dragging ASTORIA by her jacket towards the auror detainment tent with the promise that safety awaits, has no way of predicting the freak accident she ultimately involves them both in - she counters spells she sees zipping past with a quick protego, has barely caught a glimpse of a wolf since it all kicked off, is managing, just barely, to keep her cool… but when a powerful reducto from a stranger in the crowd collides with the gas tanks behind an abandoned food truck, the resulting explosion throws EVERYONE in the immediate vicinity backwards with painful force, searing their eyebrows and knocking them out without them ever really understanding what happened, in the first place )

on the other side of the campgrounds, a stupefy collides with the ground at MINETTE'S feet, only narrowly missing her. she lets out a terrified squeak and twists to face the hooded figure that targeted her, throwing a leg lock curse at them without taking the time to properly aim and parrying the spell they throw back at her with a protego. her shield sends it flying into a nearby tent - not the first casualty, not the last - and though it's luckily empty, her distraction in that moment after it hits is all it takes for them to hit her with a body bind. she falls with a strangled sort of yell, and the next sensation her body feels is blistering pain beneath a vengeful crucio.

finally managing to break away from the crowd, ANDIE darts between two tents and turns left, weaving her way through temporary homes. her mind is blank with panic - she knows she should be apparating, but marco's cries in her ear tell her that it's a danger to do so with him so upset and all she's really trying to do, in this moment, is put as much distance between them and the wolves and the wayward spells as possible. of course, she realises she should've just risked it when the wolf jumps into her path, hackles raised, teeth stripped. she jumps so violently that marco lets out another loud cry, and as she starts to back up, the wolf follows. "please…" she sobs, "please don't hurt us…" the wolf, showing understanding, continues forward. "please-" an explosion of blue sparks from an off course spell cascades over them from where it collides with the outside of a tent, and she seizes the momentary distraction to turn on her heel and run.

"oh, merlin-" seeing TEMPEST struggle beneath the weight of the burning, wooden debris of what was once a stall, MARIETTA rushes into action. her aguamenti does little to douse the roaring, magical flames, so she gives up before she wastes too much precious time and just grabs their hands and starts to pull while they use whatever purchase they can find in the ground beneath them to try and help. the debris doesn't want to let go of them, but after a few long moments of desperate pulling, an almighty tug gets them free - their clothes singed, smoking, actually smoldering from the fire that had been licking so dangerously close to them. marietta, for what it's worth, does more than just force them to roll around. she also violently smacks at where the smoke seems most likely to burst into flame with her bare hands, only stopping when she's absolutely sure the danger has passed.

JUSTIN had gotten caught by the crowd. that was all. he had started hot on the heels of the xu's, but the rushing wix had cut him off halfway along the journey. when he tripped, he was forced to his knees. when he got stuck close at the ground, he was stuck there, unable to push himself back to standing or press ahead, forcefully frozen in place by the sea of wix that were so desperate to get away that they don't realise he's even there. he tries, he tries so hard, but when a knee collides with his forehead, his body folds in on itself - leaving him vulnerable to the heavy footfall of a panicked crowd.

she was lucky enough not to experience the last time a quidditch celebration turned deadly, but she's probably heard all about it, by now. CARA is at a distinct disadvantage to everyone else, lost in the crowd and being unable to apparate out - she's heard stories of werewolves, heard the truth about death eaters, but she's not interested in combating either. she just wants to get safe, and when the going gets especially rough… "mum!" she weaves her way through the crowd of wix, screaming so loudly her voice is sure to go hoarse, "mum!"

"PANSY-" is the last word that she hears before the werewolf that suddenly appears in their path leaps and THEO shoves her out of the way with all of his strength. he makes himself the target, though the wolf doesn't care which one of them it crashes into with enough force to send them both flying backwards into the nearest, wooden stall, a mess of both their limbs. pansy's scream of terror catches in her throat as she hits the ground hard enough to see stars, and she fights against every instinct that she has to just lay there and catch her breath to instead scramble for her wand and force herself back up again, blood running cold at the thought that she can only ever be too late. "theo!" she shrieks, rushing to where they have fallen and taking careless aim - it's a gamble of the worst kind, but somehow, her depulso lands true. the werewolf atop him gets thrown away into another stall as pansy throws herself over him in its place, apparating them away before it can get its bearings and come back for them, again.

another spell that seems to have been fired directly at theme explodes in the fireplace that he had been allowing die, and with a loud "fuck this!" DAMARIS is gone. he can't say he doesn't understand, but with a little bit more of an emotional investment in his tent - and temporary home - VIKTOR doesn't immediately follow suit. still crouched low, a hand held over the gushing wound on his arm, he rushes over to douse the fire. glass cracks underfoot. he succeeds, but his relief is short lived, quickly replaced by the cold rushing of blood in his veins when he hears a snapping of jaws from behind him. to his credit, he doesn't take the time to look it in the eye. turning on the spot, viktor disappears the instant before the wolf's body collided with his own - he can still smell their rotting breath when he lands a few miles away, in safety.

"get OFF-" SEAMUS, an arm broken by a stray curse hanging awkwardly at his side, roars. he was almost free of it all. almost out of the danger zone entirely when he stumbles on the most horrifying of scenes - two bloodied figures, strangers to him in the moment, a lone werewolf stood tall and tearing into them. he rushes toward the danger without pausing to think about whether he even should, if they're even still alive, drawing the attention of the wolf. it turns quicker than he thinks possible, but seamus is quick, too - his powerful expulso fueled by pain and fear sends the wolf flying into the night, crashing over the roof of a car, and though he gives it half a breath before he runs towards the XU'S, it doesn't come back again.

CHO, who had already lost sight of her friends before the campgrounds went full chaos, isn't exactly looking for them - she's just trying to get away, same as everyone else. when a wolf lunges from the darkness and sinks their teeth into a strangers leg, she screams as loudly as they do and turns all the way around, running full pelt in the opposite direction. it is sheer chance that she happens on the same path as MINETTE, more of the same that a glance over her shoulder to make sure she isn't being followed results in her running full force into the death eater holding the other under crucio. their concentration is broken when they fall with cho in a tangle of limbs, but in the scrambling that they both do away from one another, the masked figure is quicker. they slash downwards with their wand and pain erupts, stemming from a large wound opened in cho's chest. she falls to her knees and, realising how exposed they now are, the death eater turns heel and runs.

ANDIE trips over a tent peg. it's as simple and as utterly damning as that. she trips and falls with a cry, her ankle throbbing, and marco goes down with her. she doesn't know how long she has, and she still isn't thinking straight. her mind is clouded by terror, ten times worse for the fact that when she tries to get back to her feet, her ankle protests so badly she knows there's no point. "marco, baby, you have to run," she sobs, tears streaming down both their cheeks, "go. please, marco, go-" unfortunately, it isn't her pleading that he listens to. the deep growl of the wolf still in pursuit sends him running, and despite her terror - and the white hot pain that blossoms suddenly from her leg - andie is relieved.

"ginny?!" ARTHUR shouts as loud as he can, pushing his way in the opposite direction of the moving crowd, making his way slowly - but absolutely surely - towards where he knows she pitched her tent. his robes ripped at the knee and sporting a nasty cut over one eye, he's already seen some of the worst of what's happening here but his main priority, as always, is his daughter. he's close enough, now, to spot a flash of red through the crowd. flames, he realises. flames, licking the sky. his heart feels like its going to burst out of his chest as he pushes through the final wall of people between him and his destination and he comes face to face with the stuff of nightmares. "ginny!" his voice cracks with the force of her name, and arthur doesn't hesitate - he charges forward through the opening at the front of the tent, headfirst into the smoke and fire.

meanwhile, on the opposite side of the campgrounds, MARY collides with her daughter. she wraps her arms around her, protectively, and tugs her out of the still rushing crowd into a relatively safe pocket of calm at the edge of the beaten track, between two different stalls. CARA gives a terrified squeak and then relaxes - total trust in total chaos. "mum-" she cries, but mary knows better than most how little time they have in a situation as dire as this and has already ripped her wand from her shaking hand. "mum?" she asks, and mary holds her closer still with one arm, getting a feel for her wand with her other hand. "this is going to hurt," she tells her, solemnly, and then for the first time in twenty five years, mary apparates. for what it's worth, she's right.

since the events of the derby, MARCO'S mother had tried to instill in him the idea that if he ever got lost like that again, he was to look for the nearest auror and stay with them until she came for him. terrified by what he's seen, tonight, he doesn't do it - but in a manner of speaking, he manages it all the same. it isn't an auror that finds him hunched down beneath the wooden counter of an abandoned food stall, but when MIKAELA finally inches her way into a clearing where once stood a now smoldering tent and comes face to face with ARTURO, she does so with the little boy held tightly in her arms.

"thank merlin-" she gasps, breaking into a short run to get to him faster without a single or second thought. he grabs onto them both, a desperate hug that lasts a few moments longer than is wise, in their current situation.

"are you okay?" he asks, and though she gives a nod, he pulls her back and holds her at arms length anyways to check her and marco over, rambling all the while, "you haven't been hurt? where did you find him? you weren't bitten? the death eaters-"

"we have to get out of here, right now-"

"i know. you're right. we can apparate a few miles out, see if anyone's seen and-" there is a brief flash of red, bright as a flare, over his shoulder. arturo's eyes go blank and his body goes slack, stupefied from behind. she cries out as he loses balance, trying her hardest to keep him upright but finding herself entirely unable to support his weight with a quietly sobbing marco still held close to her. he falls and she adjusts the little boy, taking hold of him better with one arm so that she can raise her wand and defend herself against the death eater that targeted arturo, though instead-

a grey wolf, larger than any of the others that she caught a glimpse of in all of this chaos, stalks out of the shadows, one large paw after the other. intelligent, yellow eyes size her up. its lips peel back from its teeth in a vicious, warning growl, and mikaela is glad for the poor lighting - something viscous hangs from its canines, but if it's all over quick enough she'll never have to know exactly what.

"stay back," she tells it, aiming for bossy even as her palms sweat. she could run. she could apparate, even, risk the splinching just to get away - she'd probably make it, and better they're alive sans a finger or two than hold onto them all and be dead, but arturo… he decides everything for her. she holds her wand higher. "i don't want to hurt you," she says, trying to sound every bit as confident and as frightening as niko does when he puts voice to the horrid thoughts inside his head.

the wolf steps forward again, unconvinced. marco buries his head further into the crook of her shoulder.

"it's your last chance."

it leans in. head low. hackles raised. a low grumble comes from deep within its chest. she's seen dogs like it, before, fighting in the street. she knows it's going to lunge, thinks it'll be faster than i can ever be, and then it DOES, and she shouts "avada-"

she knows it'll be close, too close to call, too close to know until one of them hits the ground-

the sickly green of a killing curse lands true, striking the wolf. it drops like a puppet whose strings have been cut into an unceremonious heap, crumpling to the floor as a man, not a beast. his unkempt silver hair is matted. his shrewd eyes unseeing. it wasn't mikaela's curse.

around her, dozens of figures pop into being. aurors and hit wix, the lot of them, hitting the ground running and rushing towards the chaos of elsewhere, their wands held high and at the ready. some of them slow down as they pass the body of the man, their eyes widening in recognition before they shake themselves from their shock and head off to get a hold of the situation. one girl falls to her knees beside arturo to cast the counterspell ; somehow she is able to manage relief when she sees his eyes, fluttering.

mikaela wraps her other arm back around marco, protectively, and turns to face her father. he keeps his wand held in his first when he closes the distance and performs an almost step by step imitation of her reunion from moments before - pulls her close, pushes her back, takes a good, long look at her, over her.

she opens her mouth.

he cuts her off. "i told you."

ROUNDUP OF DAMAGES, INJURIES & FATALITIES :

by the time the aurors and general do gooders have everything under control, again, and the werewolves and death eaters have disappeared into the night, the campground is almost entirely levelled. anyone who didn't grab their belongings before they got out will likely not be able to find them, come morning, be it because their tent was burned to the ground or because the crowd stampeded over them. the death toll starts at ten, but climbs to thirty one as bodies are found and victims succumb to their injuries over the days that immediately follow. curiously, there are no deaths that can be attributed to the killing curse aside from that of FENRIR GREYBACK, who was killed by the minister of magic himself in defense of his daughter.

andie macnair is found by aurors and taken to st mungo's, quickly ; she was seriously injured and will need to spend a few days on a ward to fully recover. the bite to her leg was treated with dittany mixed with silver which has closed it, but she will be cursed with lycanthropy from this point onward.

antigone & ismene xu are in critical condition at st mungo's. if either survive, they will be cursed with lycanthropy.

arthur weasley had already suffered quite serious burns and smoke inhalation by the time he realised the tent was empty and passed out before he could get out - he would've burned to death had he not sent his patronus out and had it spotted by an auror, who dove in and dragged him out. he was taken from the scene and taken to st mungo's where he will need to spend several days, recovering.

arturo de la rosa suffered some minor injury but is mostly shook by the experience.

astoria greengrass suffered serious injury in the explosion that claimed lives and is lucky to be alive. she is removed from the scene and taken to st mungo's where she will have to spend several days to fully recover.

cara macdonald was badly splinched when she was apparated out and will need to seek treatment in st mungo's, though aside from this, she is mostly just shaken.

cho chang suffered serious injury from an unidentified curse that was thrown at her during the chaos and was taken to st mungo's from the scene, where she will have to spend at least the night having copious amounts of dittany applied to the gaping wound.

damaris vector is more shaken, than anything. they suffered a few minor scapes to their hands and knees, but apparated out before it could get any worse.

dudley dursley suffered minor smoke inhalation but got out quick and is more shaken by the experience than anything else.

eliza fawley ( and her husband and son ) are shaken, but unscathed.

ginny weasley (and draco malfoy ) suffered minor smoke inhalation but got out quick and are more shaken by the experience than anything else.

grace moody suffered serious injury in the explosion that claimed lives and is lucky to be alive. she is removed from the scene and taken to st mungo's where she will have to spend several days to fully recover.

justin finch-fletchley suffered serious injury when he was crushed beneath the crowd and is taken from the scene to st mungo's, where he will have to spend several days to fully recover.

marcus flint apparated out immediately and is unscathed.

marietta edgecombe suffered some minor burns to her hands, but is mostly unscathed.

mary macdonald was badly splinched when she apparated out and will need to seek treatment in st mungo's, though aside from this, she is also mostly just shaken.

mikaela karkaroff ( and marco macnair ) are badly shaken but mostly unscathed.

minette merrythought is badly shaken by her time beneath the cruciatus, but can be treated for shock on the scene. she's advised to have a stiff drink when she gets home, to further calm her nerves.

narcissa malfoy ( and her husband, plus a couple peacocks ) apparated out immediately and are unscathed.

oskar catchlove sprained his ankle in the chaos but can have this seen by an on site healer.

pansy parkinson suffered a minor concussion when she hit the ground, but is relatively unscathed. she's lucky that theo was there.

seamus finnigan broke his arm after he was hit by a stray curse, but has his choice ; he can take a shot of skele-gro on the scene and deal with it himself or seek treatment at st mungo's, where he will be fully observed overnight.

tempest clearwater has sustained minor burns, cuts and bruises from the stall that was collapsed on top of them ; they will need to spend a night in st mungo's to be properly treated.

theodore nott is miraculously unbitten but suffered serious cuts and bruising when he crashed into a wooden stall ; he will have to seek treatment in st mungo's and spend at least one night, for observation.

viktor krum was grazed by a ribboning curse and has suffered quite a serious injury to his upper arm. this can be taken care of with an administration of dittany by healers on scene.

OUT OF CHARACTER :

this marks the end of our charity quidditch game event ! no new event based starters should be posted from here on out, but you can feel free to continue any threads you began over the last few weeks and are welcome to transition to the aftermath.

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dixonsgirl93 · 9 months

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Lonely

Mad-Eye Moody x Fem!Reader Contains: Angst, fluff Inspired by the line "You look lonely, I can fix that."

Moody was sat alone in the meeting room of 12 Grimmauld place. The meeting finished a few minutes ago and everyone had moved downstairs for dinner. Moody and I were the last to leave but seeing he was making no move to go, I decided to stay. I took a seat next to him and he looked up for a moment before staring into the depths of his flask, a contemplative look on his face.

This was the time when the ministry was denying Harry's and Dumbledore's word that Voldemort was back. The meeting had been more of a check-up on things but it didn't look like the situation was improving for them yet. Many of the Order members left the table looking sombre.

"You look like you need a stronger drink." I observed.

A hint of a smile tugged at his mouth. "Yeah, maybe." He admitted.

I stood and went to the door. "I'll be right back. Don't move." When he looked up I shot him a smile.

A few minutes later I walked in holding a bottle of Firewhiskey from the Black's own collection along with 2 glasses. It gave me secret satisfaction to know it would piss off Mrs Black that a half-blood was drinking her alcohol.

"Here." I said, pouring us each a generous amount of the amber liquid.

"Cheers." He said, lifting his glass. We clinked and took a sip, falling into silence briefly.

"You look lonely." I said, turning in my chair to face him fully. I leaned over, close. "I can fix that." I whispered. I pulled away again slightly as he turned to look at me with a slight frown. At first he looked like he was about to ask me what the hell was I talking about or even to get lost, instead his eyes softened while looking at me.

He shook his head and turned away, sipping his drink again. I took a sip of mine too. "You don't mean that." He whispered into his glass.

"Try me." I replied softly, leaning in a little. I smiled and as his eyes flickered over my features, I leaned in a little more, testing, pushing my limits. He didn't move but just before my lips touched his, his eyes fluttered closed. He gently kissed me back before pulling back and shaking his head again.

"I...look you're a beautiful girl but...you don't really want me and I understand that. I don't want you to feel sorry for me." He rambled, looking more dejected than ever.

"Hey! Stop that. I didn't kiss you out of pity." I said vehemently. "I did it because I wanted to."

For a moment he looked speechless, a hand around his glass, forgotten. He frowned and shook his head again, either from disbelief or to shake some thoughts away. He looked like he was going to question me but instead he leaned forward, cupping my face and waiting for me to meet him in the middle. I did, instantly. Our kiss was more heated this time, no hesitation. He pulled me in and kissed me harder, tasting like firewhiskey and cigars.

Eventually he pulled back, leaving his hand on my cheek. "This is wrong." He whispered.

"Why?" I whispered back.

"You're so much younger than me." His eyes were pleading, fighting an inner battle.

"I'm almost 30. I'm a grown woman. There's nothing wrong with this." I held his face in my hands and kissed him again to emphasise my point.

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying I wanna make sure you're never lonely again." I whispered, my heart racing with my confession.

In response his lips found mine again.

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killedbythehuntress · 10 months

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Stockholm Syndrome

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Chapter One | Chapter Two

Tags/Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Elements, Twisted Love, Dark!Sebastian Sallow, alcohol use.

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Chapter Two.

She was dreaming, she had to be. She was passed out at the kitchen table, drunk. There was no way Sebastian was in her house, catching her from face planting her wooden floor. "I'm dreaming, it's not real." She said, the words slurred as she was pulled upright.

"You keep telling yourself that if you need to." The hoarse yet, oh so familiar voice said quietly. Scrunching her eyes closed, she stayed as still as possible, continuing to ignore him. She didn't dare look at him, looking at him meant that this was real and it definitely wasn't real.

She felt him though, whether she wanted to or not. Once she was as steady as she could be on her feet he released her enough for his hands to explore. One cupping her waist almost gently, the other coming up to her face, his fingers gentle as they trailed over her cheek, a piece of hair being pushed back behind her ear and her thoughts went back to that night she'd been making tea and her window had burst open.

Had that been him?

His hand moved down now, his long fingers trailing over her smooth skin until she felt them grip her throat harshly, causing her to whimper. "You're not real. You're not real." She kept whispering, hoping against hope that it was just a dream. The hand that held her waist began moving this time and internally she screamed at herself to move away, stop him. But before her sluggish brain caught up he'd already slipped her wand from the holster on her thigh.

"You know, I always admired your wand." His words were close now, his lips against her ear before a shove to her shoulder had her falling onto the sofa. When she finally looked up at him through blurry eyes, he was holding her wand to his face. "Did you know they confiscated mine when I was arrested? No idea where they keep it." She watched him pocket her wand as she attempted to push herself back up from her prone position on the couch. "Never mind, you won't be needing yours anymore. I'll be hanging onto it."

The words sent shivers down her spine, he clearly had something planned and from the look he gave her - she probably wouldn't like it much. "Y-you shouldn't be here!" She tried to sound authoritative but her voice wobbled, the room turning upside down on her as she stood again.

"Now, now sweetheart. Is that anyway to welcome me back?" His hand gripped her bicep tightly, pulling her vulnerable form to his chest and holding her tight. "How about we have another drink to celebrate?" She hadn't seen him reach for the bottle of firewhiskey she'd been nursing but as he attempted to bring it to her lips, she batted her hands to keep it away.

"I don't wan-" Her words were cut off as his grip on her tightened, a gasp falling from her lips. He took the opportunity to tip the bottle up, letting a generous amount of the liquid fall into her mouth.

"Don't be so rude to your guests." He hissed, quickly setting the bottle down to cover her mouth with his hand to stop her from spitting it out. "We have a long night ahead of us, I hope you find your manners."

Once he was sure she'd drunk the whiskey, he pushed her towards the open bedroom door, even her hazy brain could figure out his intention and her stomach churned at the thought. "No, Sebastian. Don't." She tried, having to press herself against the door frame to stop herself from falling.

"Why should I let you have a choice, huh?" His words were harsh as he stepped towards her ominously, "Did you give me one before you sent me away to Azkaban for life?"

"I-I didn't know, I swear!" She tried, but the shove on her shoulder that sent her sprawling to the floor showed he didn't believe her. "Don't do this, please?" The only light in the bedroom came from the doorway, Sebastian blocking the majority of it. She could feel drunken tears brimming but she wouldn't let them fall.

"Eight years. We've got eight years to make up for, Sweetheart." She watched as he shrugged off his coat and kicked off his shoes before he stepped further into the room and picked her up off the floor. "Now are you going to undress or am I going to have to do it for you?"

Instead of answering, she turned her head away, choosing to stare at the floor. "Please." She tried one last time, the single word broken by a small sob before she could stop it.

"Pathetic. What would everyone think of their precious Hogwarts Hero if they could see you now?" His hands came up and gripped her shirt, punctuating his words as he ripped it open. The sound of the buttons hitting different surfaces in the room is almost deafening. The ruined fabric fell to the floor quickly before his hands came up to cup both of her cheeks, almost tenderly. A vast difference from his previous words and actions. His hands turned her head until she was looking at him and she couldn't help meeting his eyes. "I don't want to hurt you." He murmured, his thumb rubbing gently over her cheek. "You just have to listen to me, I love you." His words were still quiet, and as she looked into her eyes she could tell that some part of him actually meant them - his mind and thoughts had just been warped by Azkaban and the Dementors. She could only imagine what eight years of Solitude could do to someone.

Her thoughts were broken as he leaned forward, his lips slotting over hers in a brief kiss. How many times during her fifth year had she imagined kissing him? Too many to count. But it was enough for her to let him kiss her though, she almost began to kiss him back until her brain caught up with the situation. Her hands came up to his chest as she attempted to push him away. It wasn't right, this wasn't right.

He pulled away with something of an irritated noise in the back of his throat, his hands coming up to grip her wrists harshly until they began to hurt. "What did I just say?" His grip tightened more and she let out a small pained whimper before he shoved her backwards onto the bed. "If I have to bind you, I will. But I'd hoped our first time could be a little more romantic."

The words were ludicrous, even to her alcohol addled mind. This was not romantic. She watched as he pulled off his shirt, baring his chest to her and perhaps if the situation was different she'd take a moment to admire. "S-Seb, I-I've never..."

"Shh, I know, Sweetheart. Saving yourself for me all these years." Whatever strength she had in her arms to hold herself up gave out, her head shaking against the blankets.

"N-no..." She began, although she couldn't for the life of her think of how she was going to continue. He was thin, thinner than she'd have liked to see but his figure was still imposing as it crawled over her. He leaned down towards her slowly and she turned away, it didn't stop his advance though. Sebastian moved straight to her bare neck, his lips dragging slowly over the delicate skin.

"Just let me take care of you." He whispered against her ear, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver down her otherwise cold body.

"Not like this, Seb. Please." It clearly wasn't what he wanted to hear as his teeth sunk into the flesh of her neck, pulling a hiss from between her lips. Her arms came up once more to push against his chest, another feeble attempt to stop whatever was going to happen. His tongue moved over the area he'd bit, soothing the sting before he gripped her wrists again, shoving them above her head. Why did that kind of turn her on?

She watched as he pulled back briefly to catch her gaze, a warm smile on his lips but a pointed look in his eyes as he released her wrists and she considered making a run for it. "I want to thank you for wearing a skirt today, sweetheart. Makes things a lot easier." That sentence sent a sliver of fear down her spine, a surge of adrenaline hitting her as he began to remove his pants. She took the moment of his distraction though, somehow finding the strength to push herself from the bed.

Falling to the floor, she looked up at Sebastian, noting the surprise on his face before she pushed herself up again and began running towards the main room and her front door. She wasn't entirely indecent, she still had her corset and her skirt on. If she could just make it outside, someone would surely help. She heard a thud and a curse behind her, looking back briefly to see Sebastian tangled in his clothing as he attempted to chase after her.

She almost wanted to go back to help him, but the need to get out was more pressing as she slammed into her front door. "What did I say!?" He hissed from the bedroom doorway, now naked and her need to leave strengthened. Her fingers fumbled with the locks on the door and never before had she been so angry with herself for having three.

"C'mon, c'mon!" She pleaded with herself, fumbling with the second lock. She could hear his footsteps stalking towards her, they were slow as if he knew she wasn't getting away and that terrified her. "Yes!" She whispered, finally getting the second lock open, the word morphing quickly as she felt an arm wrap around her from behind, pinning her arms down to her chest. "No! Sebastian, please!" She tries once more, a sniffle breaking her plea. She pushes her feet down, attempting to keep herself put but he lifts her easily before carrying her back to her room.

As soon as they reached the door, he all but threw her onto the bed and there must be something wrong with her because even though she felt drunk and scared, there was one more prevalent feeling and it got stronger the more he handled her. Arousal - and that probably scared her more than him showing up.

She kept her eyes on him as she scrambled up the bed and curled into herself, her arms around her knees. He was blocking the door this time, rummaging through his clothes until he brandished her wand flicking it at the door, "Colloportus." She blinked once, twice. He'd locked them in, she was truly stuck unless she could get to her wand and she very much doubted he'd let that happen.

She watched him creep onto the bed, his right hand - not holding her wand - reaching towards her, she attempted to curl herself up tighter in hopes he wouldn't reach her but it didn't work. Sebastian's large hand wrapped around her ankle before giving a sharp tug that disoriented her, causing her legs to be ripped from where they'd been under her arms. She fell backwards, her head hitting the pillow and the room spun - the adrenaline she'd felt earlier had worn off and the effects of the whisky were back. Clenching her eyes closed, she didn't see him raise her wand at her. All she could feel was his warm hand on her ankle, his thumb rubbing at the exposed skin gently as he uttered a single word. "Incarcerous."

Her stomach dropped as she felt something slither over her arms and wrap around her wrists, her eyes flashed open as her arms were pulled taught, the rope binding her wrapping around her headboard. He'd been serious when he mentioned binding her, he'd even done it with her wand and that thought took all the fight out of her. "Stop fighting me, darling." He cooed, almost slithering up her body, his hands pushing up her legs and taking the skirt she was wearing with them until it was bunched at her waist. "I told you, just let me take care of you."

Before she could respond his lips were back on hers, muffling any further denials she could spill. His hand pushed between her legs and through the slit of her drawers. The feeling of Sebastian's fingers against her lower lips renewed the panic in her, making her bite down hard on his lower lip until she could taste metal. He hissed, pulling away from her and she could see the split easily, blood dribbling down his chin and...

Holy hell, why was her brain telling her to lick it.

Shaking the thought from her head, she attempted to pull her wrists away from their binds but it served nothing but to make her dizzy. Sebastian grinned at her struggle, "I don't need you completely undressed." He muttered, his hands sliding back onto her legs and roughly pulling the cotton drawers from her legs easily. "Just enough to get what I want and then I won't need to wait for you to get dressed before we leave tomorrow." Leave? What was he talking about? Fuck! Why had she written to Ominis, if she hadn't, he'd have visited her tomorrow.

She was essentially bare to him now, her skirt nothing but a thick belt at her waist as he hovered over her. "Seb..." She whispered, at least trying to plead with him one last time, but his mind clearly conjured something else in her tone as his hand came up to cup her cheek. "I know, I'll be gentle." She pushed her head up slightly, choosing instead to stare past his head and to the ceiling while his other hand moved back to her folds. Closing her eyes, she felt his fingers trail over the small bundle of nerves and her breath hitched. She felt resolved, knowing this was happening whether she wanted it or not, might as well enjoy it. "There?" She heard him ask, and her head dropped back to look at him, his gaze was on her, his eyes showing nerves and she realized that this was probably his first time too. She didn't trust her voice, so instead she nodded. She wasn't stupid, she'd read books - she knew that the more aroused she was, the less unpleasant it would be for the both of them.

His fingers pressed a little firmer against her clit before rubbing up and down against it and she moaned softly. "Circle." She choked out quietly, but he seemed to get the hint as they began to move in slow circles instead. He was no longer watching her face, his eyes now glued to where his fingers played with her, his confidence growing once more as he pulled another muffled moan from her, his movements becoming quicker. She whimpered softly, her back arching as she felt herself grow more slick against his fingers, the thought just a little embarrassing for her and causing her to hide her face against her stretched arm, muffling any further sounds.

"Don't you dare muffle yourself, I want to hear you." His words were strong and commanding, causing her to pull her face free without question. He was glaring at her again, and while she was distracted with his irritation she completely missed the moment his fingers left her nub and one slid inside her, her back arching at the unexpected intrusion. "I want to hear each and every moan you release, I want to hear you sing my name as I fuck you, sweetheart. Don't you dare deprive me of that." She wasn't sure if it was Sebastian's words, or the second digit he pushed inside of her, pumping them slowly within her walls that caused her to moan and clench against them and she didn't really care too much.

He continued to thrust his fingers inside of her, his pace slow and deliberate as he used them to explore her. "S-Sebastian..." She stuttered, unsure of what she was going to ask. His fingers curled inside of her as she called his name, hitting a spot that caused her back to arch and a loud, brash moan to escape her, her thighs attempting to clamp shut around his wrist but unable to with him sat between them. "You're so beautiful." He murmured as his fingers pulled out of her, a small gush of slick following and she watched as he slid his fingers along his shaft before gripping the base. "You don't know how many times I've imagined this while I was away." And while she didn't voice it, she had a good enough idea.

She felt him rub his cock against her entrance, gathering some more of her wetness before his hand came down beside her head, perching himself over her and while he wasn't as stocky as he was in fifth year, his form still completely swamped her intimidatingly. She whimpered once more, but again she was unsure whether it was from intimidation or because the head of his cock was suddenly pressing against her entrance.

"Just relax for me." He whispered against her ear, his length breaching her walls and pushing inside of her. She took a deep breath, hoping he'd go slow and for a few seconds, he did but then it seemed like his patience snapped and he bottomed out quickly, causing her to wince. The slight burning sensation caused her to whine but he kept still, allowing her to adjust to the stretch of him. "You feel so good..." Sebastian's words were muffled as his face pressed against her neck. "I don't know how long I'll last, Sweetheart."

She was completely confused about the whole situation, not sure whether she was relieved or upset at his words. Sebastian pulled out slowly and groaned before thrusting harshly back in, pulling a moan from her. "Sebastian." She whispers as he nibbled on her neck, his hand pulling her thigh up against his waist as his movements began to fall into a rhythm.

His grip on her thigh was harsh, but she honestly didn't mind. Past the initial burn, his thrusting had become pleasurable. Her hips even began to move in time with his, her hands pulling against the binds as a large part of her just wanted to hold him. "S-Sebas-tian!" She breathed, his thrusts breaking up the word. "Remove t-them, p-please." Her hands wrapped around the binds, tugging them so that he knew what she meant and his hips faltered briefly as he watched her face suspiciously.

Sebastian must've found something satisfactory because it was only a minute later and with a wave of her wand did the binds snap, her arms immediately coming up to wrap around his shoulders. Her hips pushed up against his needily, silently requesting that he move again.

And he did, Sebastian slammed his hips roughly against hers and she moaned, her back arching underneath him. "Fuck, your pussy is perfect." He murmured, the words causing her walls to clench tightly against his cock, another hissed curse escaping him. "I'm gunna..." He tried to warn before his hips faltered before stilling and she could feel the warmth as he spilled his seed inside of her. She felt his weight collapse on her and her grip around his shoulders tightened, the sentimental part of her allowing her to bury her face against his neck and inhale his scent.

Even after eight years in Azkaban and two weeks on the run, he still smelt familiar - mixed with the scent of sweat. Gods, she'd missed him so much. She didn't even care if she hadn't gotten to climax, she was just glad to have him in her arms, even if it was for a short time. "I missed you so much." She heard him say, mirroring her thoughts and she just pulled him tighter. "I promise, next time I'll make you cum. I wanna see and feel you fall apart underneath me. I promise." Her eyes closed as he continued to spill promises, quiet tears slipping from her eyes as she realized that no amount of promises meant he wouldn't leave her again. Not if he was caught.

She didn't know if she could handle that.

She didn't know if Sebastian could handle that.

"I'm never leaving you again." Another promise falling from his lips as he kisses her shoulder, the last thing she remembers as she falls asleep.

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bridgertonbabe · 2 years

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Okay I’m gonna need you to follow up the angst and pining Benedict…

Does he find out she over heard what he said and that’s why she was so dismissive of him? If so how?

How does it all work out in the end??

I am LOVING this and need to know more please and thank you 🧡

Anon asked: Girl, you can't start something like this and not give me an answer!!!! What happens when Benedict realised that Sophie heard what he said? Does he makes it up to her? Come on!! You can give me angst but give me a little Happiness 😭😭😭

Benedict doesn't find out for several years that Sophie had heard what he had said about her at the Yule ball.

A couple of years into the interrailing trip Sophie, Colin, Phillip, and Michael are on, a portkey transports Anthony, Kate, Simon, Benedict, and Daphne to the Greek island the gang are currently staying on to celebrate Michael's birthday. The party spreads out from the hotel villa and down to the beach and everyone's getting pretty wasted during the festivities. Benedict had hoped that after not seeing Sophie for a considerable amount of time that perhaps things would have returned to normal between them, but as soon as he had laid eyes on her looking like this;

Benedict knew he was screwed - his feelings for her hadn't lessened at all, they had only intensified (and that's not to mention the fact that the reason Gen broke things off with him was because one night in bed it had been Sophie's name he had cried out in the heat of the moment).

She was perfectly pleasant when they were part of a group but anytime he saw her by herself in passing, she continued to keep her distance and avoid him. It frustrated Benedict to no end and as he watched her dancing about with Kate and Daphne on the sands to Dancing Queen, he became determined to resolve whatever it was that had made them drift apart.

He thought he would be able to catch her for a moment alone when she popped back to the hotel to fetch some more drinks but when he walked into the bar he found that she wasn't alone - she was sucking face with Michael.

Benedict had run back to the beach, feeling like he was on the verge of his heart ripping in two because of course Michael Stirling would help himself to Sophie. After all these years of friendship it only made sense that someone as gorgeous as Sophie and someone as hot as Michael would get together - Benedict would have been surprised it didn't happen sooner if it weren't for the bitterness threatening to choke him. Michael fucking Stirling could have his pick of every last woman in the world - why did he have to go for the one woman Benedict wanted more than anyone else?

When Colin offered him a beer, Benedict downed the whole bottle before demanding his brother fetch him some Firewhiskey. He continued to drown his sorrow with more and more alcohol, and when he found himself swaying on the spot he decided to sit along the shore. He let the water gently lap at his feet as he stared off into the distance, his stomach then churning when he recognised Michael out in the sea, his hands all over a woman. Benedict was almost prepared to torture himself by watching someone else fondle Sophie, wishing it was him instead, when he suddenly realised that the woman Michael was getting off with was wearing a neon pink bikini.

Benedict scrambled to his feet and hurried his way through the throng of party guests before tracking down Sophie knocking back a cocktail. He grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the crowds, bringing her to a secluded part of the beach around the corner from the rest of the party.

“What are you playing at, Ben?” she asked him once she wrangled her hand free of his.

“Sophie, I don’t know how to tell you this,” he exhaled, hating to be the one to tell her this and see her get upset.

“Tell me what?” Sophie pulled a quizzical frown.

“I... I saw Michael... getting off with another woman.”

Silence stilled between them, the music and the party enjoying themselves off in the distance. Sophie stared at Benedict and then snorted with laughter.

“Bloody hell, Ben, I thought you were going to say something serious!” she cackled.

“Sophie, he’s cheating on you!”

“What?” she squawked. “Cheating on me? What are you talking about? We’re not together!”

“I saw you making out with him!”

“Yeah, we’re makeout buddies.” she shrugged. “It’s what we do. Doesn’t mean we can’t get off with other people.”

Though dumbfounded by her response, Benedict immediately felt lighter; she wasn’t with Michael. There was still a chance -

“Anyway why would you care if Michael is making out with someone else?” Sophie asked.

“Because you’re my friend.” he replied. “I don’t want you to get hurt,”

“Pft! You’re such a hypocrite!”

Benedict glowered. “A hypocrite? Why am I a hypocrite?”

“Oh don’t play dumb!” Sophie dramatically scoffed in her inebriated state. “You’re such a hippo hippoey hypocrite, Ben!”

“Wait... are you calling me fat?” Benedict swallowed as the alcohol coursing through his body made him more prone to sensitivity.

“No, you idiot! You’re a hypocrite! You go around saying stuff and it’s shitty stuff and you don’t care what stuff is stuff someone else is going to be hurt to hear because you’re a hippogriff - no, wait, a hypocrite!”

Benedict was aware he was too drunk to truly follow anything Sophie was saying, not to mention the amount of times she had repeated the word “stuff” had left him confused.

“I’m... I’m not fat.” Benedict limply responded.

“Ugh! I know you’re not fat, you dumb whore!” Sophie staggered forward. “You’re sexy and you know it, Ben, so stop fishing for compliments, you stupid sexy man.”

Benedict’s mouth opened in shock - Sophie thought he was sexy. She had said it twice now. And if she thought he was sexy -

“Do ya think I’m sexy?” he grinned at her, eagerly awaiting her response.

“Ben!” she groaned irritably and butted her head into his chest, resting it there as she grumbled under her breath before looking up at him, her chin still against his body. “You’re so annoying! You know you’re sexy and I’m sick of it!” she whined and then splatted her hand over his mouth. “I mean all you have to do is stand there and you look sexy, it’s not fair! You’re so greedy! If you weren’t such a hippopotamus you would give me some of your sexy! Sharing is caring, Ben!”

Sophie thought he was sexy! She also thought he was a hippopotamus for some reason but the main takeaway was that she found him sexy! And she wanted him to give her some of his sexy!

He then licked her hand that was covering his mouth, startling her and making her drop her hand away as she stared at him incredulously.

“Why’d you do that?” she shouted.

He then grabbed the same hand, holding it to his face and then, whilst maintaining direct eye contact with her, pressed his lips against the palm of hand. He saw the moment Sophie tensed up, her eyes now conveying a want he had never witnessed before as goosepimples tickled her skin.

“Sharing is caring.” he echoed and kissed her hand again.

For a moment neither of them said anything or moved. Voulez Vous was pumping from further down the beach as they continued to stare into each other’s eyes. Benedict wasn’t entirely sure who moved first but in the next second her lips were on his, Sophie’s hands clutching his face as his arms held her tightly to him.

The intensity Benedict had felt during their first kiss several years ago was at long last replicated and burnt even more ferociously as their embrace deepened, their tongues mixing together, teeth clashing, and a moan emitting from Sophie’s throat. At some point they lost balance, stumbling down into the sand together, their kiss unyielding as Benedict rolled over until he was on top of her. One of her legs was wrapped around him, her foot nudging his bottom, as her hands caressed his chest, her fingers trailing across his muscles.

“Sophie.” he groaned as she began to nip at his collar.

It had never felt like this with anyone. The way he had kissed Tessa, Gen, and every other woman in his past paled in comparison to the way it felt to trade kisses with Sophie, to grope her, to be on top of her. He had wanted this for so long and he now knew she was all he’d ever want.

He kissed below her ear as he palmed her breasts, squeezing her nipples through her bikini top, smirking when she gasped his name out as a direct result of his wandering hands. His hand trailed further down her body, reaching her shorts, and he began unbuttoning them, needing to be even closer to her than he already was.

“Yes, Ben. Please.” she whined and surged up to meet his lips with a hunger-filled kiss.

It was only as he pulled down the zip of her shorts that Benedict realised how wrong this all was. It was all so very wrong. Sophie deserved better than a drunken fumble on the beach. She deserved to be of sober mind, as did he, and they should be in a bed, taking things slow and building up their desire, making it as tender and as intimate as possible. He wanted it to mean something when he first made love to her. Sophie Beckett deserved nothing but the best.

He dropped his hands away and pulled back from her kiss, hovering above her as she stared up at him in confusion.

“Sorry. I can’t do this.” he exhaled breathlessly. “Not with you, Soph.” he shook his head. “You -”

But he didn’t get a chance to finish as suddenly he found himself pushed off of Sophie as she scrambled to her feet.

“Soph,”

“No!” she cried down at him. “No, Ben! I can’t believe I let you do this to me again!” she choked and Benedict was astonished to see tears shooting down her face. “Why do you do this to me? Why do you make me feel like such an idiot? It’s not fair! And now you’ve ruined ABBA for me!”

“Sophie, I -” he tried to sit up, to ask her why she was suddenly so distraught, but she kicked sand in his face.

“I hate you!” she wailed. “All you ever do is hurt me!”

Benedict felt his heart lodged in his throat as he watched her storm off back to the party.

Sophie hated him? He made her feel hurt? What had he even done? Surely it was nothing more than a drunken cloud of confusion that made Sophie so suddenly upset.

He managed to get to his feet and hurried after her but when he rounded the corner she was already lost to him within the crowd. He searched in vain for her but to no avail and after twenty minutes made his way up to the hotel, hoping to find her there. When he reached the area where he knew her room to be he came across Phillip emerging from one of the rooms. Just as he went to ask him if he had seen Sophie, Phillip hauled him into another room and threw him down in a chair.

“Phil, what -”

“Stay away from her.”

Benedict was taken aback by Phillip’s stern tone of voice. He had only ever known his brother’s friend to be quiet and soft-spoken. Now Phillip’s low voice matched his towering figure, making him far more intimidating than he had ever been before.

“What?”

“How could you do that to her again?” Phillip snapped. “It was cruel enough the first time around - does Sophie mean nothing to you?”

“Of course she does!” Benedict argued - Sophie meant everything to him. “I’d never hurt Sophie,”

“And yet here we are again!” Phillip barked.

“Again? I don’t understand,”

“The Yule ball, Benedict.” Phillip stated bluntly.

The Yule ball?

“I don’t know,” Benedict began, trying to figure how on earth he had hurt Sophie, considering she was the one who asked him to forget about the kiss they had shared that had turned his world on its axis.

“You kissed her!” Phillip cut him off. “You kissed her and got her hopes up and then you turned around and told your mates that she was nothing more to you than your little brother’s friend and that you only brought her as your date because nobody else had asked her!”

Benedict felt his stomach plummet at this revelation. He had completely forgotten ever saying that to Henry and Wetherby and he had never realised that Sophie had overheard him. Suddenly it all became crystal clear why Sophie had kept her distance from him all these years, why she accused him of hurting her again, why she had called him a hypocrite when he told her he didn’t want to see her hurt.

“You were such a dick to her!” Phillip continued as Benedict processed this stunning information. “For starters there were plenty of guys who wanted to ask her to the ball - you were the one without a date! And you should have known better than to use her as a rebound to get over your ex!”

“She wasn’t a rebound.” Benedict said quietly - his family had believed his misery during the latter half of his seventh year had been because he was heartbroken over Tessa; but it was Sophie who he had been struggling to get over.

“And just when I thought she was finally over you, you go and do this to her?!” Phillip spluttered. “You have done nothing to deserve her love. If you had any respect for her you’d leave her the hell alone.”

Benedict wanted so desperately to explain that he only told her he couldn’t continue with what they had started on the beach because he wanted to treat her better, for their first time to be special, to explain how she meant more to him than anyone else. However he was hung up on what Phillip had just mentioned.

“What do you mean she was finally over me?” he gulped - had Sophie liked him?

“You’re so fucking dense!” Phillip exclaimed. “That poor girl has been in love with you from the first day you met!”

Benedict truly felt winded. If what Phillip was saying was true then that first kiss at the Yule ball had meant as much to her as it had to him, and probably even more if she had loved him for nearly five years before that. She had been in love with him and then heard him say she was nothing to him other than Colin’s friend. In that moment he realised just how badly he had hurt her - if he felt pained by having her scream how she hated him in his face, he couldn’t begin to imagine how wretched he had made her feel after she heard him say that after their life-changing kiss.

“I... I didn’t know,”

“No of course you didn’t!” Phillip lambasted.

“Please, let me talk to her.” Benedict begged him. “I need her to know how sorry I am. Phil, please, she means so much to me,”

“If she means so much to you then I’d hate to see how you treat those who don’t mean anything to you.”

“No please, you don’t understand, I lo-”

“No!” Phillip shouted. “You’re drunk and in no fit state to even understand what you’re saying! Just go to bed and leave her alone!”

The next day Benedict woke up with the world’s worst hangover, which only doubled over in pain when he remembered the events of the night before. As awful as he felt, he wanted to speak to Sophie, to apologise for everything and tell her how wrong he was for everything, and even beg her not to give up on loving him; not when he loved her back.

But by the time he finally arose at well past midday, Sophie and Phillip had already left the island on a boat trip and they wouldn’t be returning until after the portkey that had brought Benedict and the others there had taken them back home. He didn’t want to accept defeat but Benedict conceded that even if Sophie hadn’t flitted off that she wouldn’t want to hear anything he had to say to her.

And so he was transported home, taking his overwhelming guilt and broken heart with him, wondering how on earth he could ever make things right with Sophie again and have her love him once more.

#asks #not me adding even more angst #also me: i will pepper in some mamma mia into this bridgerton harry potter au because i am ridiculous #and while i don't see lily james as sophie i couldn't resist that one look from mamma mia 2 #because my my how could benedict resist her #and yet again i know i haven't actually provided the details of how they actually get together in this au #but i will be providing that information soon #i just couldn't help but sprinkle a little more drama to proceedings #bridgerton drabble #harry potter au #benophie #benedict bridgerton #sophie beckett

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stars-and-darkness · 1 year

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many thanks to @garglyswoof & @morningstargirl666 for tagging me in this game. the rules are to repost an older fic, so i’m gonna share the funniest thing i ever wrote in my life:

I Choose Dare

An ode to how Aang, under the power of a mighty temptress, was forced to grow a beard.

Oh, and the birth of his first child, too, he supposes.

tagging anyone who wants in <3

What international peace summits include for most of people is a lot of arguing, too much pomp, enough politics to make one's head ache, a needless amount of balls and banquets ... the list is both endless and ever-expanding.

What international peace summits include for the six of them is finally reconvening after far too long separated, tearful hugs, and doing activities very few outsiders could imagine the people of their status and influence doing; pranking dignitaries, playing board games, sparring, or, as they were doing now--playing Truth or Dare.

It was Sokka's idea. Well, the alcohol was Toph's, after she reminded them that the reason they haven't played the game in so long was because dares like kiss x person and truths like who do you have a crush on? lost their charm when they all started dating and/or marrying each other. She thought booze might spice things up, so what, sue her!

The kids were all asleep, it was the last day of the summit, all important decisions were made. People being hungover tomorrow morning wouldn't change anything!

Her friends, being her friends, had to ruin it of course.

Fangirl failed her first. She didn't say anything, but as the night progressed, she made it perfectly clear she wasn't getting drunk.

Sweetness only had a small shot glass. She said it was because someone needed to stay sober and responsible. Boooo sobriety and responsibility!

Sparky outright refused to drink. As a reason for this travesty, he named his young twins, which was just a hit below the belt, but Toph saw right through him. He just didn't want to draw attention to the fact that he was a first class lightweight.

Only Sokka and Aang stayed in her corner.

A few rounds of the game passed with relative ease, until the bottle (a fine firewhiskey Sparky gifted her for her twenty-sixth birthday, now empty through the united efforts of Fan Girl, Sweetness, Snoozles, Twinkles and herself) landed on her ... and Aang.

Twinkles's heartbeat spiked. Toph felt great satisfaction at the fact that, in the fourteen years since they'd met, she'd trained her boyfriend well enough to have him anticipate he was about to be wrecked.

"Twinkles, my love," she said, in an unbearably sweet voice, "truth or dare?"

She felt him swallow. "Dare."

The grin that spread her lips truly was terrifying. "So you chose dare."

"I did."

"I dare you," her smile widened, "to grow a beard."

"Toph ..."

"A beard," she continued. No one else dared breathe.

Aang gulped again. "When ... when can I shave it?"

She grinned again. "Who said anything about ever?"

"Toph, please," he whispered, weak. "Please."

"All right." She wrecked her brain for an idea. Long ago, when she was a kid, her governess would read fairy tales to her every night before bed.

Inspiration struck.

When she spoke again, it was in a throaty, mystic voice. "You may free yourself of this curse with the birth of your first child," she announced. "Should you attempt to rid yourself of the beard sooner, you will have wrought upon yourself the fury of the Greatest Eartbender in the World."

No pleas would rescind her judgement. No amount of begging, groveling, scraping.

Toph Beifong was unmoved.

"Avatar Aang!" said King Chinou, the squinty-eyed monarch of a minor Earth Kingom city-state. "Your appearance is ... unexpected."

Aang wished he could say the king meant his arrival was unexpected; that would let him pretend for just a while longer. But Chinou had invited the Avatar himself, and therefore there was no confusion about what he meant.

It was Aang's physical appearance that was so off-putting. The abomination on his face has been there for months now, and everywhere he went, the reaction was the same. People stared. People laughed, and then pretended they weren't laughing, because who would dare to make fun of the Avatar, right?

Toph-monkey-feathering-Beifong, that's who!

(Spirits above, he loved her.)

He resisted the urge to scratch at his chin. The terrible thing was awful and hot and itchy. No one in their right mind would ever voluntarily have one.

He gave King Chinou a neutral look. "What is the reason you've summoned me, Majesty?"

The king snapped out of his trance soon enough, and the work began.

Three days later, after an oddly tense dispute between two rival merchants of cabbage was settled, Aang all but collapsed into bed.

He and Toph didn't exactly have a permanent address. He was a nomad, after all, and Toph wasn't particularly attached to any single space. They lived everywhere: the Air Temples, her metalbending academy, random inns all over the world, the Fire Palace, Sokka and Suki's house ... wherever they found themselves. This particular lodging was an outpost of the Beifong family.

Yeah, Aang thought, fingering the satin sheets under him, it shows.

"How was the lovely King Chinou?" Toph asked. He could hear the grin in her voice.

Chinou may or may not have banished her from his territory after she called him a spineless fuck-faced beetle-tapeworm.

The context, she'd impassionately tell him every time he tried to pull the story out of her, didn't matter.

Aang let out a long groan. Toph chuckled.

"He had me settle a dispute between two cabbage merchants. And one of then just kept giving me a side-eye, like I'd killed his mother or something!"

"Well, I have some good news for you then," she said, turning onto her side and promting him to face her.

"Oh?"

"Oh, yeah," she said. "You'll finally be allowed to shave that abomination off your chin."

"Urk?" He didn't recognize the sound he made. "So ... you changed your mind?"

"Well ... not quite yet. In nine months."

Aang frowned. "You'll ... change your mind in nine months?"

Toph rolled her eyes. Sokka taught her to do that a few years ago, and she hasn't stopped since.

"No, Twinkles, I'm fucking pregnant."

Aang sat up. "Are you messing with me, T? Because I honestly can't tell."

Toph rolled her eyes again. Her hair, silky and inky black, was unbound, spilling down the pillow. Her sleep clothes were his own clothes, so loose on her small form it seemed she would slip out of them at any moment.

She reached up and took a hold of his hand, pressing it to her abdomen.

Aang didn't hesitate to call some water to himself from the vase on his nightstand. He never had Katara's talent at healing (or any other part of waterbending, really), but as the water beneath his palm glowed and he could feel a small, impossibly small, heartbeat.

There was a baby in there.

His baby, their baby, their own baby, to cherish and love and protect.

His throat was closed up. He couldn't say a word. But then Toph's small hand squeezed his, and he knew no words were necessary.

After several hours and many death threats, most of which had been directed at Aang himself, the tiny little Gyatso Beifong came into the world.

He really was minuscule, with his Dad's steel-grey eyes and a tuft of his Mum's inky-black hair atop his otherwise bald head. He had two eyes, two ears, one nose, ten fingers and ten toes. Aang should know. He'd counted them all, over and over again.

He'd seen babies before--there was Hope, back in the Serpent's pass, a multitude of newborns and toddlers whose parents sought the Avatar's blessing, and, in the recent years, his friends' own children.

But, watching the sleeping bundle in his arms, a bundle that had been screaming relentlessly up until half an hour ago, and Aang took him into his arms and out onto the balcony, he decided he'd never really seen a baby before, because surely this absolutely flawless, perfect, tiny human being was the standard to which all other babies aspired.

Toph was asleep in the bedroom just beyond the balcony doors. All those death threats were exhausting business, after all. Oh, and childbirth too, he supposed.

"Hello, Gyatso," he whispered, tickling his finger over the baby's stomach. The giggle that burst out of his mouth melted Aang's heart. "Who's the cutest boy ever? You are!"

Gyatso didn't answer verbally; he was, after all, just a newborn.

"And I am so, so glad to finally meet you! Yes I am! Yes I am!" Truly, Gyatso's laugh must've been the purest, most perfect sound in the world. "And not only because I can now finally shave this monstrosity off."

#atla #taang #tag game #ella writes #ella originals #I Choose Dare

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thebemoon · 2 years

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My Evil Authors Day story "A Clock with No Numbers" has been updated again!

Hermione attends her first campaign event with her former mother-in-law Molly Weasley.

Chapter Five: Luncheon with Diagon Patriots

Excerpt:

Molly had violently opposed Hermione’s divorce from Ron a decade before. “Think of your marriage and your husband!” Molly had cried.

Hermione had retorted that she had done little else for eight years, to the detriment of both her friendships and her career. SHE wasn’t the one hounding around nightclubs after work, but if that was appropriate behavior in a wizarding marriage, well then, would Molly be a dear and watch the children tonight while she popped off to The Black Cat nightclub? Ta!

After that, whenever Molly brought up staying with Ron, Hermione would excitedly share other Ron-like things a good wife could do: drink copious amounts of firewhiskey; throw temper tantrums at the slightest provocation (“They didn’t have the book! I need that book! I’m a war hero!”); and take Rose and Hugo to her own mother’s house whenever she found herself in charge of them.

All the Weasleys were deeply offended by her words except George, who worked with Ron at WWW every day. “Good thinking, Hermione!” George said loudly. “And when you get tired of all that, you can come to the shop and mislabel five hundred trick wands!”

#dramione

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hpimaginesandblurbs · 3 years

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Ok but can u also do this but with ron + the twins, I love ur smuts !!!!!!!

pairing: reader x ron weasley x fred weasley x george weasley

warning(s): 18+, unprotected sex, foursome, double penetration, oral (female and male receiving), face fucking, fingering

word count: 4.2k

a/n: soooo this is the longest thing i’ve ever written on this account but if anyone deserves it its the damn weasleys. i tried to make this as non sweet home alabama as possible and that’s probably why it’s so long. anyways, enjoy this ungodly amount of smut while i decompress.

You had been spending a majority of your summer at The Burrow, where you boyfriend Ron lived. You spent day in and day out with him, practically on top of one another whenever you could be, but that didn’t stop you from spending time with his family. His mother was incredible, albeit a little scary at times, his father was charming, and Ginny was becoming a fast friend. But you couldn’t help the particular draw you felt towards the twins, Fred and George.

You couldn't deny they were attractive, the genes were strong in the Weasley family. And you often did a poor job at hiding your attraction.

You didn’t think any of them had noticed your subtle glances or blushes. Little did you know, all three of them had noticed over the few weeks you had been there. They were just waiting you out.

~~~

Tonight you were all cozied around the fire pit, drinking some firewhiskey, taking advantage of the fact that Molly and Arthur had gone to visit Ron’s oldest brother Bill and his wife, Fluer, for the weekend. You weren’t drunk by any means, but you were certainly feeling good.

You were cuddled up to Ron’s side, his arm slung around your shoulders, a knitted blanket draped over your laps. You were so wrapped up in your boyfriend that you had barely noticed that Fred had taken the spot on your other side until his leg brushed against yours, making you still.

“Do you need another drink, sweetheart?” Fred asked when you finally looked his way, his face far too close to yours in the situation to be normal.

You blushed at his proximity, but nodded. “Um, yes, thank you,” you added bashfully.

Fred dashed a charming smile at you and placed a soft kiss to your cheek before dashing off to get you another glass of whiskey, your blush only intensifying when you felt his lips on your skin. You prayed no one could see it through the light of the fire.

Ron tugged you back into his side and dropped his lips to your ear. “Whatever you think you’re doing, stop,” he said lowly, clearly not pleased by the situation.

“He kissed me,” you argued softly, your head turning to press a kiss against his neck. He pulled back and shot a look down at you, his brow raised. A look you couldn’t exactly argue with. You got caught and you knew it.

You stayed quiet, trying to keep your eyes anywhere except the two men that currently had your stomach in knots. But that effort was broken when Fred made his way back over to you, plopping down beside you. He passed you your new drink and you thanked him for it, sitting up straight to take a sip.

You were caught off guard when you were pulled into his body and away from Ron, Fred’s strong arm now wrapped around your shoulders.

“Have you been enjoying your summer here so far?” He asked quietly, making sure only you could hear him.

Your eyes flitted cautiously over the group around the fire, making sure no one was noticing the strange behavior. You paused when you met George’s eyes, his own trained on the interaction between you and Fred, but you tried your best to ignore it.

“Um, yes. You’ve all been quite lovely. I like it here,” you told him genuinely. You had been enjoying your summer despite tonights most recent turn of events.

“Mm, good,” Fred mused, shooting another smile down at you. You couldn’t help but notice the little mischievous glint in his eyes that he got every time he was thinking something that was likely to either end brilliantly or disastourly. “I saw we play a little game. Are you in?” He asked.

You swallowed nervously, knowing this could end very poorly. “And what is this game?” You questioned.

“Let’s see how jealous we can get Ron,” he whispered, the smile never leaving his face.

“I- I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” you argued, knowing fully well Ron had already told you to stop… doing whatever you were doing.

“Oh, c’mon Y/N. Live a little. Anyhow, you already know how this is going to end,” he told you.

“And how will this end?” You asked, raising your eyebrow at him.

He moved closer to you, so close you could feel his breath on your face. Your whole body was hot and the blush was creeping back onto your face and you knew he could see it.

“Judging by the noises I hear coming from his room almost every night, he’ll fuck you stupid. And I get to hear those pretty noises again,” he told you shamelessly, pulling you into him closer.

You shot a nervous glance at Ron, only to find that he was already looking at you over the rim of his own cup, fire in his eyes. He raised a brow at you and you could see the way the corners of his lips were tugging up into a smirk, practically daring you to continue on. As if he knew exactly what you and Fred were talking about.

“By the looks of it, he doesn’t seem to mind,” Fred added from behind you, making you whip your head around back to him.

“Of course he’d mind. You’re his brother,” you argued incredulously, still not believing this conversation was even truly happening.

“You think he doesn’t see the way you look at me and Georgie? You look at us like you want us to devour you,” he told you.

You snuck a glance at George only to find that he was still looking at you. You could feel Ron’s eyes still on the back of your head. You gulped nervously, your brain short circuiting for a half a second. Did they… did they plan this?

“I - I haven’t been -,” you went to argue, but Fred cut you off.

“Don’t play coy with me. Maybe if you beg him nicely like I hear you do so well, he might let us join you tonight,” Fred teased, causing your core to pulse and drip with arousal at the thought.

You could only stare back at him, his breath fanning your face as you took in his words. He knew he planted a seed in you that wouldn’t go away until it was satisfied. The smug look on his face only proved it. You didn’t get the chance to reply before you could hear Ron getting up from his place on the bench.

“Bunny, come with me,” he said innocently enough to the ears of everyone else in the group, but you could hear the edge in his voice.

You detangled yourself from Fred and rose up from your spot, taking Ron’s hand as he silently led you back into the house. Once you had passed through the threshold into the kitchen and away from the eyes of everyone else, he spun around to face you.

“And what was all that about?” He asked, stepping right into your space so you had no other choice but to look up at him.

“N-nothing. We were just having a chat,” you stuttered out, trying to not seem intimidated.

“Wasn’t what it looked like to me. Spill it,” he said roughly, continuing to back you up until your back hit the counter, leaving you nowhere to go when his hands were placed on either side of your body.

“Promise you won’t get mad,” you half heartedly requested.

“Just tell me.”

“He- he said, um, he said that we should try to make you jealous,” you told him. It wasn’t exactly a lie, but it was only a half truth at best.

“That’s not what has you blushing like a virgin though, is it? What did he say to you?” He pressed, the fire in his eyes growing larger by the second.

You swallowed and took a deep breath before you even opened your mouth, knowing this could only go one of two ways. He’d either blow up entirely, or you’d have a night you’d never forget. “He said that if I begged you you’d let him and George join us,” you said quickly, all in one breath.

You shut your eyes, waiting for his response. But when a chuckle fell from his lips your eyes shot back open in shock.

“Is that what you want, bunny? Do you want them to join us?” He asked, his eyes now more playful than they had been just seconds prior.

“Are you serious?” You asked after a moment, you head spinning that he was just offering this to you on a silver platter. You expected yelling, anger, the whole fit. You didn’t expect a cheeky smirk and twinkling eyes.

“Do I look like I’m joking?”

“They’re your brothers,” you argued. Why you were even arguing this, you weren’t sure. You wanted this and he knew it and they knew it. You just couldn’t understand why he was letting it happen.

“It’s not like I’ll be fucking them,” he said with a laugh. “So, tell me what you want.”

“If it’s okay with you…,” you started, trailing off. You looked up at him nervously, hoping your eyes conveyed enough of a plea that he would continue agreeing with you.

“So beg,” he said, his voice dropping low as he continued to stare down at you.

“I’ll be good, I promise. Just this once. I just - I - please,” you said, launching right into it but quickly running out of words as you watched the smirk grow on his face.

“Go to my room. Strip. I’ll be up in a minute,” he told you, placing a kiss on your forehead before heading back outside. You watched his figure walk away for a moment, letting your mind race until you booked it up the stairs not wanting to wait any longer for the night to truly begin.

~~~

You were waiting in your position on the bed for what felt like hours, but you knew it had only been a few minutes before you heard multiple sets of footsteps coming up the stairs. You moved to cover your chest when you heard the doorknob turn, unsure if you should be exposed or not right away.

Ron came in first but left the door open just enough so your guests could hear. “Last chance, bun. Do you want this?” He asked, slowly coming over to rest his hands on the bed, leaning over slightly so his tall form was eye level with you.

You knew it wasn’t your last chance to say no, but it was your last chance before the twins waltzed in.

You took a shaky breath and nodded your head, saying “Yes,” loud enough so Fred and George could hear.

The door was opening once more, the twins walking through, both pairs of eyes immediately on you. When the door shut, you stared up at them, unsure what to do or say, but their matching smirk told you they already had plans.

Ron walked around the bed until he crawled on to it behind you, his legs bracketing your hips as you knelt between his spread thighs.

“Let them see you,” he coaxed gently, hands coming around you to grip your forearms.

He only put a light pressure on your skin, letting you move on your own as you exposed your chest to them. They took you in with hungry eyes but they didn’t move from where they both stood before you, waiting.

“All of you,” Ron spoke again, his hands trailing down to your thighs, gently prying them apart.

You leaned back and hid your face in his neck as he repositioned you, unable to look the two men in the eyes as your entire body got exposed to them. You knew you were a dripping mess over the situation and the embarrassment of it being so obvious made you squirm.

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re more perfect than I imaged,” you heard George say, the bed dipping down infront of you.

Your eyes snapped to him, watching him as he looked down at your glistening sex. His eyes were hungry when they met yours, desperate. Probably the exact mirror of your own.

“Can I touch you?” George asked, his fingers twitching against the sheets, waiting.

“Please,” you begged, wanting nothing more than for one of them to do anything right now.

George wasted no time in bringing his fingers directly to your cunt, trailing one long finger through your slit while his thumb trailed soft circles onto your clit. You couldn’t hold back the moan that fell from your lips when he pushed his finger in, immediately searching for you g-spot.

As if your noises were a cue for Fred, the bed dipped on your other side and without a word, he was kissing down your chest. Soon enough, he was attacking your nipples when George was working your from the inside out. Your back was arching and your hips were moving at their own volition, unable to stop yourself under their ministrations.

“Does that feel good?” George asked you softly, placing kisses on your shoulder.

When you only nodded, Ron grabbed your chin and forced you to look directly at George. “I won’t remind you again, bunny. Use yours words,” he said sweetly, but you knew there was danger laced in his words. You knew better than anyone else what he could do to you if he reminded you one more time.

“Yes. Feels so good. Please don’t stop,” you told George, already breathless from the three men surrounding you.

You felt Fred chuckle against your skin and you knew the smirk George was wearing was only mimicked by Ron’s behind you. They knew exactly what they were doing to you.

You couldn’t stop the whine that left you when George removed his hand, but your eyes lit up when you saw him go to kneel at the edge of the bed. He pulled up his to the edge, draped your legs over his shoulder, and started trailing kitten licks all along your slit until his tongue was swirling around your clit.

You held fell back against Ron’s shoulder, a moan falling from your lips as Fred moved to your other side to attack your opposite nipple.

“Having fun?” Ron asked, beaming down at you.

You nodded breathlessly, your eyes rolling back in your head with a flushed smile on your face. “Want you too,” you told him.

“Of course you do, my greedy girl,” Ron mused, his finger coming to tilt your lips back and locking your lips in a kiss.

Your body was overwhelmed with just their lips. You weren’t sure how you would handle it when their pants came off.

Your hips were grinding down onto George’s face without you sparing it a second thought and you kept pushing your chest into Fred’s lips, your entire body grinding back on Ron’s body.

“She tastes like fucking heaven,” George said, finally coming up for a breath. His entire chin was soaked in his own saliva and your juices and his eyes were blown with lust.

Ron made a noise of agreement that was swallowed up by your lips, but you were ripped away from your boyfriend by George’s grip on your neck. He pulled you into a kiss with him, tasting yourself on his tongue, as Fred trailed kisses down your body until he was getting a taste of you for himself.

Fred quickly brought you your orgasm, his tongue so deep inside of you that your toes were curling. Your hands had a monster grip on Ron’s thighs and every noise you made got swallowed by George, his lips hot on yours.

You finally relaxed your body against Ron’s, his chest being the perfect place to settle against, as your body calmed down.

“Think you can handle all three of us?” Fred asked cheekily, looking up at you from his place on the floor.

You gave a shaky nod, but in your head you were unsure how this would even work. You never thought you’t get this far to even have considered it.

That line of thought was abruptly cut off when Ron grabbed your hair and yanked back so you were looking up at him again. “What did I say about using your words?” He asked darkly.

“Yes, I want to. I can,” you got out breathlessly, still basking in the sting of your scalp.

“Good,” Ron said, now satiated with your words. “Get on your hands and knees for us, bunny.”

He gave you one last searing kiss before releasing you, letting you adjust your own shaky limbs on the bed until you were in the position he instructed you to be in. As you did that, the boys began stripping themselves of their clothes, Fred and George both strategically in your line of sight depending on which way you turned your head.

You watched as they both ripped their shirts over their heads, a sight you were accustomed to thanks to many sweaty afternoons in the yard playing Quidditch. But you didn’t know where to look as they peeled down their jeans and briefs, relieving both of their impressive lengths. They were both around the same length, but Ron was thicker than both of them. No matter what, you knew you’d be sore in the morning.

“This is how it’s gonna work, bunny,” Ron said, finally rounding the bed so he could see you. “I’m gonna fuck this pretty little cunt,” he told you, adding emphasis of his possession when he bent over and easily hooked two fingers inside of you, pressing directly on your g-spot. You jumped at the abrupt action, but you never broke your eye contact with him.

“Fred’s going to fuck that tight ass,” he continued, and you watched as Fred rounded the bed until he was behind you.

“And George is gonna fuck that cute face,” Ron finished, George coming up on the other side of you to grip your face to force you to look at him.

“Does that sound good, sweetheart?” George asked, looking down at you fondly.

“Yes, fuck. Please,” you said, your hips beginning to move against nothing now that Ron had removed his fingers, searching for any ounce of friction you can get.

They moved in almost perfect sync. Ron maneuvered his way underneath you swiftly, George pulled your head off to the side so your mouth was lined up with the tip of his cock, and you could feel Fred’s lube covered fingers breach the entrance of your tightest hole all at once. You were overwhelmed in the best way, unsure what to do with yourself but totally just along for whatever ride they were about to bring you on.

When Ron fucked up into you roughly, George immediately pushed your head down to feel the full effects of your moan of his cock, causing a shiver to run through his body. They were practically fucking your mouth and core in tandem, one pulling out while the other brutally thrust in.

You felt as if you were splitting open for them already, but when Fred’s cock finally lined up with your entrance and began pushing in, you practically saw stars.

George let you pull away from him for a moment so you could breath through the new pressure inside of you, your head now buried in Ron’s neck as you panted and moaned. Ron had slowed down his thrusts to match with Fred, balancing you on the precipice of pain and pleasure.

“You’re doing so fucking good for us, Y/N. Just give it a minute and it’ll feel so good. You’re gonna be so pretty when you cum for us,” Ron mused quietly in your ear, knowing that you’d latch on to his voice to get you through the intensity.

Finally, your hips starting moving against theirs, a silent signal you were ready for them to fuck you, all three of them truly went wild with you body.

George dragged your face back over to him, letting you do your own thing but keeping a steady hand in your hair in case you tried to pull away. Ron and Fred were fucking into you in perfect sync, pulling out and fucking into you at the same time.

It was so intense you were shaking, only being held up by three strong pairs of hands at this point. But you couldn’t hide how good it was making you feel. Even as deep as George’s cock was down your throat, it was barely muffling the screams of pleasure you were giving them. You just hoped someone remembered to cast a silencing charm.

You could hear them talking around you, a mix of praises directed at you and words shared between themselves. “Fuck, you feel so good” and “Just like that” mixed with “She feels like fucking heaven” and “Her mouth is a dream”. You could barely hear them over the blood pumping through you, but you knew you’d remember it later with a blush and a smile.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum. Swallow it all for me,” George told you, bruising your hair out of your sweaty face. You felt the unmistakable twitch of his cock just before he spilled his cum inside of your mouth and fucked it down your throat, giving you no choice but to follow his request. He came with one of the prettiest noises you had ever heard, and you knew you’d want to hear it again someday if you were lucky enough.

You pulled away from George panting, finally able to have a minute to catch your breath as Fred and Ron continued to pound furiously into you, your body jolting with every deliberate thrust.

“Ron, please I’m so close,” you begged, for what you weren’t entirely sure, but you knew he’d know what to do. All you could focus on was how close you were, how tightly you were gripping both of your cocks, and trying your best to balance on shaky arms so you didn’t collapse.

Without missing a beat, Ron turned his head to George. “Touch her clit,” he told him, finally sounding breathless from all the work he was putting in.

Fred’s arms came around you to pull you up until your back was against his chest, giving George full access to your most sensitive spot.

“Cum for us. Show us how much you loved this and cum for us,” Fred said low in your ear.

Your eyes never left Ron’s as all three of them worked you closer and closer to the edge. As much as the twins were turning you on, this orgasm was for you boyfriend. Everyone you had was. He was the one that let this happen. Let them take you like this. And he was the one currently fucking your g-spot with every thrust it made your head spin.

“Cum for me” was all Ron had to say, seeing and feeling just how close you were, for you to explode.

Your vision went white and your whole body shook, the only thing keeping you grounded was Fred’s warm chest pressed against you. You knew the scream you were hearing was your own, but you couldn’t keep it quiet no matter how hard you tried. You pulsed around their cocks, milking them of their own orgasms as you were going through yours. You felt their cum fill you completely, another moan leaving your mouth at how erotic it felt.

When you finally felt as though you had come back down to real life, you were settled against Ron’s chest, his cock still in you, while the twins were busying themselves with getting dressed. They were talking quietly while Ron ran his hand up and down along your back, just waiting until you were finally back in the present.

George was the first one to notice your eyes had opened again when he finally got his pants back on. He walked over to the bed and knelt down so he was almost eye level with you.

“That was wonderful, darling. You were perfect,” he told you, placing a quick kiss to your forehead before righting himself only for Fred to take his place.

“What he said,” Fred told you with a smirk and mimicking his twin's kiss to your forehead. “We’ll see you two lovebirds in the morning,” he added with a wink.

They both made their way out of the room, the door clicking behind them, leaving you and Ron in a blissed out silence.

“Did you have fun?” He finally asked, tilting his neck so he was looking down at you.

“I did. Thank you,” you said with a soft smile.

“My girl always gets what she wants. You just have to ask, bunny,” He said, placing a kiss on your nose.

When you moved your lips up to move against his, he stopped you with a chuckle. “No offense but my brother did just cum in your mouth. So let’s go get you cleaned up so I can kiss you properly, yeah?” He asked, wrapping a blanket around you so he could get you down the hallway and into the bathroom.

“I thought you weren’t going to be weird about it,” you grumbled under your breath as he adjusted you in his arms, carrying you bridal style.

“That’s different and you know it,” he said defensively as he made his way for the door, making you giggle.

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theleftovertaco · 2 years

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george x reader,

one of them confess to each other at midnight and its very fluffy 😏

Ok this is late but oh well I'm tired

Warnings: None, tooth rotting fluff ig

Pairings: George Weasley x Reader

Weird Sisters blasted from enchanted speakers as students danced, or, rather bounced haphazardly, around the common room. Hogwarts had planned a celebration for New Years Day, but the night before belonged to each individual house, fortunately with little supervision.

Dean and Seamus had covered decorations, George had convinced the house elves to help him snatch copious amounts of food from the kitchens, while Fred managed to sneak in half a dozen bottles of firewhiskey.

You had just finished your last cup when you felt two arms pick you up from behind.

"George Weasley! P-hu-hu-ut me down!" You shrieked through fits of giggling.

"Can't! Gotta make sure my favorite person in the world is having fun!"

"I am- AHH- having fu-hu-hu-hun!"

You could feel his shoulders shaking from laughter, "Are you sure about that? Because if you're not having fun, then I'll have to-"

"Nope, very much having a good time! You can put me down now."

He sighed and unceremoniously dropped you.

"OW, you asshole!"

"You didn't say 'put me down gently'." You glared at him as he picked up your discarded cup and refilled it along with his own.

"Can we go outside, I wanna talk?"

You tilted your head in confusion, "But its less than five minutes till midnight. Don't you wanna be watching the fireworks when the new year comes?"

"I know, I'll just take a minute."

You nodded and allowed him to lead you outside to one of the balconies, and once you were outside, he closed the doors behind the two of you and turned you to face him.

He took a big breath before opening his mouth to speak.

"I-hey."

You looked at him through squinted eyes.

"Hey? Is that what you pulled me out here for cause-"

"No! No. I-" George trailed off, his hands beginning to shake.

On the other balcony next to you, you noticed Fred going outside to set up the fireworks.

"Oi, George, get over here, I need help with these!"

You yelled back in his place.

"He'll be there in a minute, I've got him right now, Fred!" Fred nodded back in understanding returned to his work. Your attention refocused on George, you tried to calm him.

"You've been acting off this week, I'm worried about you."

"I just, I need to tell you something, but I don't want anything to change between us, and I don't want to hurt you, or drive you away or make things awkward or-" His hands were shaking more and more and you noticed his increased stress.

"George, it's okay, nothing you could say would change things, I just need you to tell me what's going on with you."

His shaking slowed and he took another deep breath.

"Ok."

"Here I go."

"Here you go, I believe in you."

"I.... FUCK why is this so hard to do?" He yelled out and turned towards the direction of the black lake and away from you, yanking at his scalp.

"SPIT IT OUT WEASLEY!"

"I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU DAMMIT!"

You froze in place, and his face quickly fell.

"Shit, you don't feel the same, I am so sorry, this is what I meant when I said I didn't want anything to change." He muttered that last bit.

"No, George, that's it, I do love you."

"No, Y/N, I'm saying I'm in love with you."

"Yeah, I know. I'm in love with you too, idiot."

"Oh... wait," George looked back up at you.

"YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH ME TOO?"

"YEAH DIPSHIT!"

"FUCK!"

Just then, gold and red fireworks lit up the sky, and the two of you turned to Fred, who you had now realized had witnessed the whole thing.

"Sorry Fred, meant to help earlier!" George yelled over.

"They're already lit, and you've spilled your bloody heart out! It's midnight, kiss Y/N, you idiot!"

You didn't wait for George to respond, grabbing the collar of his shirt and yanking him to meet you as more fireworks went up in the air.

As you pulled away, the two of you turned to the glass doors to see half the Gryffindor common room staring out, as Colin Creevey waved a developing photo from his new polaroid.

You rolled your eyes and pulled him in again for a kiss, barely hearing the commotion inside.

"You owe me five sickles Ron!"

"Fuck off Harry!"

#george weasley #george weasley imagine #george weasley headcanon #george weasley x reader #george weasley fluff

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gaeldricge · 2 years

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Fluff-uary Day 1: Holding Hands

One prompt, five ships, five ficlets - enjoy!

Minerva/Poppy

Poppy was barely able to hide her grin when she felt Minerva’s fingers wrapping around her own, holding them tight.

It was unusual for Minerva to initiate even such a tiny level of physical contact in public, yet alone during a school year, but there she was holding hands with Poppy, visibly, in the Three Broomsticks. Their hands resting comfortably intertwined on the table, for everyone to see.

No one said anything. No one even raised an eyebrow, though Poppy was sure Pomona was hiding her grin behind her mug of butterbeer and the corners of Willa’s mouth definitely quirked. But other than that nothing happened. At least nothing anyone would notice, for Poppy’s heart was pounding fast and loud. It might have been the alcohol, but suddenly she felt like she fit right in with the lovesick teenagers that came running into her hospital wing at least three times a week, asking for calming draughts.

The conversation got livelier as the evening progressed, and Minerva resolutely kept on holding Poppy’s, sometimes even brushing her thumb across the fingers, increasing the giddy feeling in Poppy’s stomach.

“What’s gotten into you?” Poppy whispered when their friends were busy debating the prices of the pub.

Minerva looked at her with dark eyes, probably also quite drunk, considering the amount of firewhiskey she had consumed by then. “Sometimes I’m just tired of hiding.”

Poppy didn’t know what to say. Every fibre in her wanted to lean in and kiss Minerva, but she managed to restrain herself. Instead, she gave Minerva’s hand a squeeze of her own. “Me too, darling. Me too.”

Kya/Lin

The Glacier Spirit Festival was always overwhelming. In a good sense that is. The lights, the noise, the atmosphere - it all suited the celebration of the spirits so perfectly. Ever since childhood Lin had loved the chance to witness it all, to take in the different sights and smells. To taste the foods, play the games. Not that had had many chances of being there since Tenzin broke up with her over a decade ago.

She glanced to her side, taking in the woman beside her. There was no better way to describe Kya than saying that she was simply the embodiment of the festival. Her eyes sparkled as brightly as the bonfires, her hair glistened like the soft surface of the snow covered ground and her whole body emanated that contagious exuberance of excitement and joy. Lin doubted she ever found Kya more beautiful. Without thinking she reached for Kya’s hand, wanting to feel her at that very moment.

“You okay?” Kya asked, beaming at her.

Lin shrugged nonchalantly, but couldn’t stop the corners of her own mouth from rising ever so slightly. “Yeah, just wanted to make sure I won’t lose you in the crowd.”

Kya winked at her, squeezing her hand in understanding. “Oh, I promise you, you won’t, honey.” And then before Lin could say anything else, she began pulling her into the masses, saying, “come on then, I need to show you something.”

The grip on their hands never loosened as Lin followed her obediently.

Grayson/Mel

“Oh, look! It’s started.”

Grayson almost dropped her champagne flute as Mel’s hand suddenly grabbed her own to get her attention.

Mel however didn’t seem to notice. She was staring mesmerised at the sky above them. It was magnificent. Grayson remembered seeing the meteor shower on other occasions, when she was young for example, her mother would take her and her brothers hiking in the mountains. It had always been a magical experience, but it was nothing to the way she was feeling now.

Admittedly, the magic on this night was coming less from the meteors, but more from the feeling of almost unbearable warmth that was spreading through her body, caused only by Mel’s delicate hand resting on her own paw. Her eyes kept dropping down to their hands again and again, while Mel’s gaze remained turned upwards, apparently transfixed by the sight of the stars.

Just like everything else about Mel, her fingers were exceptionally beautiful. Long and slender. Grayson regretted wearing her gloves as she wondered if the skin would feel as soft as it looked. Although compared to her own rough skin she was sure it would feel perfectly tender. Her musings were interrupted as Mel spoke her name.

“You weren’t listening, were you?” There was no need to answer the question.

“Apologies,” Grayson muttered, unable to once again glance at Mel’s hand upon her own. Any other person might’ve removed their hand at this point, but as Grayson had come to learn these past few months, Mel Medarda was hardly comparable to any other person. In fact, Grayson doubted she had ever met someone that young who held themselves with greater composure and grace than Mel. And yet there was a certain softness behind the steely exterior of her. A softness barely visible, but Grayson had spotted it almost right from the start.

Smiling slightly, Grayson turned her hand around in a swift motion, catching Mel’s fingers, and wrapping her own around them. If Mel was surprised or startled she didn’t show. Unabashed she met Grayson’s gaze and the two of them simply stared at each other, enjoying the moment between them for whatever it was.

Julienne/Phyllis

Phyllis didn’t remember how many hands of happy parents she shook after the Poplar Nativity Play, or how many hugs she received from the over excited children that had been performing earlier that evening. She did remember, however, when Sister Julienne sidled up to her in the side room of the community centre, which was usually used as a café during the day.

She had been hiding there, taking a moment to catch her breath and calm down her pulse after all the excitement only a full stage production could cause. Millicent and Sister Frances would be fine without her for five minutes, surely.

“Don’t worry, I’m not about to demand your services,” Sister Julienne spoke with a beautiful smile spread across her face and with her hands slightly raised in an appeasing manner. “I just saw you disappear into the room and thought it would be a good chance to congratulate you in privacy.”

Phyllis raised her eyebrows in mild surprise. “Oh, there’s no need, sister. You’re part of the ensemble, you were just as much part of the success!”

“My dear Nurse Crane,” Sister Julienne began as she walked over to where Phyllis stood, reaching out for Phyllis’s hand to take them both into her own. “We both know that my part was barely involved in any of the preparations, whereas you shouldered the majority of all the work. It was a beautiful performance and I fully applaud you.”

Phyllis didn’t know if the nun was realising how her thumbs were gently caressing the insides of Phyllis’s hands, but she certainly did. Still, she couldn’t tell whether it was the touch or the praise that made her blush quite as much as she did.

“Well, I don’t know what to say, sister. Except thank you, for your kind words and your help.”

Phyllis gave Julienne’s hand a little squeeze, unintentionally increasing the hold they had on each other. It wasn’t the first time they had ever touched, but it was an odd moment, in which both felt an unmistakable rush of joy coursing through their veins and neither felt like letting go. The moment was broken when the door opened and one of Phyllis’s pack put his face through the gap announcing that Santa had finally arrived.

Ada/Hecate

“Are my fingers stubby?”

Hecate furrowed her eyebrows in wonder. “I’m sorry?”

Ada was looking at her, from where she sat on her armchair by the fire, with questioning eyes and her hands outstretched, displaying them inquiringly for Hecate to look at.

“My fingers. Do you think they are stubby? They’re a bit short, aren’t they? And I suppose they’re not exactly thin either… well, how could they be? I guess they should suit the rest of my body after all,” Ada laughed but fell silent when she focused on Hecate’s face. “Oh, I’m sorry, dear. You were reading and I didn’t mean to disturb you. I’m afraid my mind was wandering and got stuck.”

Hecate composed herself. Her heart melted a little as she watched the woman on the chair and listened to her ramblings. This was Ada. Her sweet Ada. Overcome by the urge to be close to her lover, Hecate got up from the couch in a swift movement and knelt down in front of Ada, taking both of her hands into her own. With a soft smile she took a moment to study them. Maybe they were a little chubby, but Hecate couldn’t really say. To her they were flawless, with their soft skin that was covered in freckles, and their elegantly trimmed nails.

“I think they’re just perfect.” She said and brought each of them to her lips to grace them with a kiss.

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Costume Party

Written for @jilytoberfest's 31 Prompts for 31 Days

Day 31.

This one got a little out of control...oops.

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“Damn.” Mary lets out a long whistle as Lily emerges from the seventh year’s bathroom and back into the dormitory.

“Too much?”

She’s wearing a skin-tight dress, with a dark teal bodice that accentuates her cleavage with its low-cut neckline, and a ruched black skirt that clings to her mid-thigh. Despite the short skirt, there’s a matching teal ‘tail’ that flows behind her, intended to match the effects of a cape, though with much less fabric. To complete the look, she’s wearing the ‘sweater’ that came with the costume, if you could even call it that. It’s more a collection of black lace that resembles spider webs that covers her arms and snaps together with an ornate snap jewel at the base of her neck.

“Are you trying to seduce Potter or kill him? Because that just might kill him.”

The Gryffindor boys had the bright idea to throw an impromptu costume party following the Halloween feast, and the girls decided to attend as different versions of witches—or, rather, how Muggles perceived witches—weeks ago.

Now that the day has finally come, Mary has chosen to go all out as Glinda the Good Witch, while Dorcas personifies the ‘old hag’ version of a witch. Emmaline chose to be boring with her witch outfit, choosing the basic all-black attire with a pointy hat. Lily, on the other hand, is personifying the ‘sexy’ witch.

After two months of subtle hints and late nights in the Head’s office, Lily needs to know if she and James are colleagues, friends, or something more. If she doesn’t make a move soon, she worries someone else will.

“Depends on how the night goes,” she answers. “Everyone ready?”

As the girls clamber down the stairs, loud, thumping music can be heard from the common room, indicating the party is already well underway. The spacious area is bursting with Gryffindor students who are mingling amidst an array of muggle decorations, Butterbeers in their hands. Lily wonders where the boys have managed to get their hands on everything, and how they managed to decorate the space in such a short amount of time.

Right. Magic…

As much as she wants to seek James out, Lily resists the urge, choosing to engage in conversation with her friends first. After a while, they fan out, and Lily catches Sirius’s eye.

“Nice party,” she acknowledges, while Sirius shrugs.

“Thanks. I’m surprised you let us throw it.”

“Just because I’m Head Girl doesn’t mean I don’t know how to have fun. Just turn the music down around ten, and keep the Firewhiskey amongst the seventh years.”

Sirius barks out a laugh. “I think I like this version of you, Evans.”

She barely hears him as her eyes wander around the room, unable to resist the urge to look for James any longer. He’s nowhere to be seen.

“Looking for someone?” Sirius smirks as he follows her gaze flit around the room.

“Not particularly.”

“You’re a terrible liar, you know. He left a while ago.”

Lily’s heart sinks into her stomach. A million questions pepper her tongue, and it takes everything in her power to resist letting them run free.

“Oh.”

Was he with someone? Where did he go? Why wouldn’t he have at least waited for her to join the party?

None of it made sense. And then she remembered the way Clarissa was chatting him up in the Great Hall earlier. Maybe he’d found a better offer and ditched his friends to go have a snog with her.

Suddenly, she didn’t feel like mingling anymore.

“Don’t worry, Evans, I’m sure he’ll be back soon.”

“Yeah, well I probably won’t be.”

Lily spins on her heel, and without thinking about what she’s wearing, stalks out of the portrait hole. Her feet take her toward the Head’s office, knowing it’s the one place she can be alone and not bothered. She’s not interested in talking to anyone right now. She just wants to be alone.

Muttering the password to the tapestry down the corridor from the common room, Lily slips into the small room and shuts the hidden door behind her. A wave of emotion hits her full force and she leans against the door, closing her eyes and choking back a sob. He’s not worth crying over. Not when they didn’t have anything there to begin with.

“Lily?”

Her eyes snap open as the rest of her body tenses. He hadn’t brought her—no, he wouldn’t. She forces herself to look, though she doesn’t want to.

To her massive relief, he’s alone. And the way he’s staring at her—right, the costume. His eyes are slightly wider than normal, matching the roundness of his glasses. His jaw is slack, mouth open as she feels his eyes rake up and down her body. His reaction spurs the return of her confidence as she pushes herself off the door.

“Like what you see?”

“I—” he chokes out, giving a slight nod.

She smiles to herself having rendered him speechless. Perhaps seeing his reaction in private is better than in a room full of people. Maybe this is what they need to quit dancing around each other. Her eyes flit to what he’s working on.

“Why are you writing reports when you’re supposed to be hosting a party?”

“I’m sure Sirius has it covered. Besides, I forgot about these, and as it’s the end of the month and they’re due at midnight…” He gestures to the parchment that’s scattering the desk. “Figured I’d get them done and then go back before I forgot.”

“Why didn’t you—”

“Didn’t want to bother you. You deserve a night off.”

“So you weren’t ditching Gryffindor to meet up with Clarissa, then?”

“Clar—what? Why would you think that?”

“Oh, please, all of Hogwarts saw her fawning over you at the feast earlier. I’m surprised she didn’t climb in your lap during dessert.”

James chuckles as he sets the quill down and looks up at her. “Nah, I told her I wasn’t interested.”

Lily opens her mouth to retort, but nothing comes out. He stands and walks around to the front of the desk, settling on the edge.

“You aren’t?” Lily manages, though her mouth goes dry at the full sight of him.

He’s donned in full, authentic Regency clothing. Some recollection in the back of her mind tells her that Sirius was wearing something similar, though he was dressed in all black, where James has chosen navy.

Why does he have to be so ridiculously handsome?

“Not in the slightest.”

She feels the irresistible urge to move closer to him as she waits for his answer, using the excuse of checking over the report to close the distance between them.

“Should probably head back before Sirius wonders where I am.” His voice is low, huskier than normal as he watches her sweep her eyes over the report.

“He didn’t seem concerned when he told me you’d left.”

“Looking for me, were you?”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

“So you were.”

Lily sets the report back on the desk and eyes him curiously. “Maybe I was, maybe I wasn’t.”

“Why?”

This time, it’s her turn for no response. The words are muddled in her mind, and her brain works overtime to pick and choose the right string of words to put together. “Because I was looking forward to spending time with my friends, and one was missing.”

Ugh, friend. That damn word again.

“So, you sought me out as a friend, wearing that costume?”

“What’s wrong with my costume?”

“Don’t you think it’s a bit distracting for friends?

“Depends on who’s looking.”

“Are you saying you wore it for someone specific?”

“Catch on quick, don’t you, Potter?”

“Shouldn’t you be out there impressing whoever that someone is instead of standing here with me?”

A frustrating sigh escapes Lily’s lips. Despite all the thick-headed idiots in this school, she’s never met one as daft as James Potter at this moment. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and with that, she chooses to end the game they’re playing.

She reaches forward, fisting the lapel of his authentic jacket in her hands, and pulls him forward. Her mouth covers his in a searing kiss. If he can't take the hint now, then she’ll give up and move on forever.

Thankfully, James quits whatever act he’s been playing, and after the shock of Lily’s actions wears off, responds eagerly, deepening the kiss. By the time they broke apart, gasping for air, James grins.

“Well, I feel bad for the other bloke.”

Lily rolls her eyes. “You need to get your head checked if you still think there’s another bloke.”

“Nah, just wanted to hear you say it.”

“Would you like to hear me say more, or…”

“I’m sure we can save it for later,” he says, his head dipping down and capturing Lily’s lips in another kiss.

And as Lily sighs into his mouth, she can’t help but think that it’s the perfect plan.

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bwbatta · 3 years

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The one where you get together (1)

Abstract: Y/N and Sirius have been friends since they first met on the Hogwarts Express, so when they do get together, they decide not to tell their friends straight away. (Friends AU)

Pairing: Sirius Black x Lupin sister!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, talking about sexual content

Word Count: 3.5K

A/N: To celebrate reaching 500 followers, I'm dropping another mini series as a thank you to everyone who has shared and supported my work! Add yourself to my taglist here

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You could still vividly remember the first time you met Sirius Black.

Boarding the train to Hogwarts the first time, you managed to find a compartment with your brother, Remus, before it was descended upon by two rowdy boys with large grins.

James Potter and Sirius Black had, with no hesitation, introduced themselves to you and you quickly became friends, especially when you pulled your money together and bought a various selection of chocolates from the trolley. When the sorting hat placed all of you in Gryffindor, it only reaffirmed your friendship.

It wasn't just the four of you in your little group though, the boys were placed in a dormitory with another boy, Peter, and you shared a dorm with two other girls who also became fierce friends of yours; Lily Evans and Marlene McKinnon.

Of course, growing up together through Hogwarts had it's arguments and fall outs, though somehow you always seemed to remain friends.

It wasn't until your seventh, and final year of Hogwarts did the surprising pair of Lily and James get together which solidified your friendship group even further. Between Sirius and you, the bet you had made in your fourth year regarding when the pair would get together, finally came to an end where you had happily took your winnings with a smile and paid for a bottle of Firewhiskey to celebrate.

After graduating, you ended up moving in with Marlene, finding a perfect two bedroom flat for you to share, close to Diagon Alley. The boys had taken a page from your book with Sirius using some of his inheritance from his great uncle and buying a flat directly across the Leaky Cauldron.

Whilst he had invited Peter to also live with him and Remus, the boy politely refused with the intention to stay with his parents for a while.

James however, had asked Lily to move in with him almost the second they graduated and the pair had moved to a little cottage in Godric’s Hollow. It wasn’t long afterwards that James had proposed to Lily which led to the current series of events.

About an hour before, you and Marlene had walked down the aisle in the gardens of Potter Manor in your bridesmaids dresses, while Lily had donned a white dress and followed you. Standing opposite your brother and Sirius, the latter caught your eye when your friends said their wedding vows.

With a wink, Sirius had your attention and you weren't exactly sure what it was that felt different, but something definitely did.

As the reception started, you watched Lily and James take some of their wedding photos together. The smile on your face was something you couldn't help as Remus appeared at your side, a similar expression on his own face.

"Remember when Lily hexed James so hard he vomited out of his nose because he proposed to her?"

"I'm pretty sure it made him like her even more to be honest, James is weird like that." You snickered, accepting the drink from your brother. "Who would've thought we'd be here not even four years later?"

"Tell me about it. If you plan on getting married anytime soon though, please give me some warning." Remus joked, nudging his shoulder against yours.

"I think I need to actually date someone before I marry them, but thanks for being so optimistic about my dating life." You grinned at him before seeing Sirius making his way over to the two of you.

"Well well, if it isn't the Lupin twins." Sirius laid an arm over both your shoulders. "How long do you reckon it'll be before Lily's creepy uncle makes a move on Marlene?"

"At least after two more drinks." Remus chuckled. "Which reminds me, I promised I'd save her from any men tonight who wanted to dance with her that, and I quote, looked like they had to use a stamina charm in bed."

"Good luck with that." You snickered, waving your brother off as he disappeared in the direction of the blonde.

Sirius didn't say anything else as he took a seat at one of the tables and pulled you down into his lap. It wasn't uncommon for the two of you to hug or cuddle, having done so numerous times in the Gryffindor common room, much to Remus' annoyance. This only really resulted in Sirius being more affectionate.

Being twins, the two of you were naturally closer than normal siblings which resulted in Remus being protective over you since the only blood family you both had left was each other. Your parents, especially your father, had grown fearsome and disgusted at what Remus was, despite it not being his fault when Greyback bit him all those years ago. Your father began to resent you after you constantly took Remus' side and played his constant advocate.

"Hey, what're you thinking about?" Sirius nudged you, grabbing your attention. His expression was unreadable as he watched you watch Lily and James interact with each other.

"I don't know, it's nothing." Sirius nudged you again, looking for a proper answer. "I look at them and I just wonder if I'll ever have that, you know? Someone who looks at you like you're their whole world."

Sirius didn't say anything at first, but pulled you closer. He wouldn't admit it but he often had the same thought cross his mind.

"You'll find them."

"Are they fucking hiding from me?!"

"If they've already met you, then probably."

Smacking his chest, you couldn't help the contagious laughter that bubbled from you, echoing that from the wizard.

"Being serious though," Sirius grinned at the pun he just made, "who wouldn't want you?"

You smiled at him warmly, not knowing what to say. It wasn't often that Sirius was, well serious. The boy loved a joke, but he also loved his friends and knew exactly what to say to them to cheer them up, especially you.

"Thanks, Siri."

"Hey, James and Lily are about to head off for their honeymoon." Remus said, knocking on Sirius' bedroom door at Potter Manor, stepping inside to see Sirius rush back out from the ensuite bathroom only in his shirt and boxers. "What happened to you? You disappeared from the reception."

"Uh, dropped cake down myself, had to come and change." Sirius told him quickly.

"You do realise you're a wizard right? You could've just vanished the mess?"

"Ah yeah, of course, how stupid, sure could've. Anyway, I just need to put on some clean trousers and I'll be right down."

Remus frowned. Something was off but he couldn't work out what it was. Putting it down to Sirius drinking too much, he waved the man off, exiting the room.

"Alright well, hurry down, James was asking for you."

Remus exited the room and Sirius quickly closed the door behind him. Turning back to the bathroom, he watched as you opened the door with a tentative expression, trying to zip your dress back up but failing.

"Do you think he knew I was here?"

"Don't think so, here, turn around, I'll do it." Sirius turned you around, quickly zipping up your dress before resting his hands on your waist. "So, we haven't done that before."

"That is correct."

It was slightly awkward between the two of you, why was it awkward? Oh, maybe because you were both fucking like rabbits not even moments before your brother knocked on the door. It had never been awkward between you before though and you didn't like it.

"Why is it so awkward?" Sirius chuckled as you spun around before him.

"Right! It's like I don't know what to say!"

"We're just two friends who've had sex one time, there doesn't have to be anything awkward about that!"

"Exactly, it doesn't have to be a big deal, it was a one time thing, we can just go back to the party and no one will know!"

"Yes, good plan, lets go!" Turning towards the door, Sirius started towards it with a new determination, completely forgetting one issue.

"Sirius?" He paused, looking back at you, "maybe you should put on some trousers before we go down though."

"Good idea."

Waving James and Lily off, you stood alongside the rest of your friends as Marlene appeared, pulling you towards her by your waist.

"Ugh, please tell me we're going to get some good booze and continue to get fucked up at ours?"

"Is that an open invite?" Remus asked with a grin, "Think I spied an extra bottle of Firewhiskey knocking about near the top table."

"100%," Marlene grinned at him, "after all, it's the least I could do after you saved me from so many creeps tonight. I will thank you in the form of hosting a small afterparty with the inner circle. Right, Y/N?"

"I'm up for it, I'll go see if I can grab that extra bottle you mentioned."

Taking off towards the top table, your eyes scanned the tables one by one until you felt a presence behind you. Already knowing who it was, you didn't bother looking back at them.

"I've got a fresh bottle stashed under my bed upstairs if we wanna grab that one?" Sirius said lowly in your ear.

"That sounds like a plan," you said slowly, "though I thought we said it was only a one time thing?"

"Weddings don't count, right? I swear that's a rule somewhere."

"...How long do you think we can be before the others get suspicious?"

"10 minutes?"

"Sounds good, lets go."

The pair of you said nothing more the entire night on the matter and ended up just having a good time with your friends. The boys ended up sleeping on your sofas, not trusting themselves to apparate safely considering the amount they each had to drink.

It wasn't until mid morning when everyone started to rouse, that you offered to make everyone a cup of tea to help with the hangovers that had started to form.

"Hey, make mine extra strong, will you?"

You laughed, turning to face Sirius.

"You need the caffeine that much?"

"That answer is a strong yes."

Pouring the boiling water into the mugs, you passed Sirius' over to him as he smiled at you in thanks.

"So, yesterday was something." You smiled, taking a sip of your own drink.

"Yeah... something stupid, right?"

"Yeah, totally stupid." There was a brief silence between you as you weren't exactly sure what to say next. "Look as much as I enjoyed it, I don't want us to become awkward or ruin our friendship or anything because of it."

"Good, because I was going to say the same thing." Sirius nodded, leaning against the kitchen counter top. "As good as the sex was, and trust me it was good, it's not worth making our friendship awkward or anything not knowing where we stand with the other."

"Right, yes, that makes a lot of sense." You both took another sip of tea as you listened to Marlene and Remus in the living room laugh about something. "Unless... wait no, it's nothing."

"No, what it is?" Sirius asked.

"Unless... I don't know, we keep fucking in secret and just don't tell the others?"

You stared at the tea in your cup before raising your eyes to meet Sirius' grey ones which were wide, a grin on his face.

"I guess that would work too?"

"Yeah... anyway on a totally unrelated note, Marlene's visiting her family tomorrow night at like 7."

"Noted."

"Where's my bloody tea, Y/N!" The blonde in question strode into the kitchen sluggishly. "I swear you've been in here for 4 hours making it."

"If you were a little more patient, Mar, I was just about to bring it out for you." You rolled your eyes but handed the mug over to her anyway.

"Thanks, how're you two feeling this morning?"

"Rough." Sirius grunted out as the three of you headed back into the living room. "But what's new there, really?!"

"You should really try cut back on your drinking, Pads." Remus mentioned, taking the cup of tea from you with a smile.

"You should cut back on your chocolate."

"Chocolate doesn't give you hangovers." Remus countered with a smirk causing Sirius to just roll his eyes as he sunk down into an armchair.

"Either way, I hope Lils and James are having fun." Marlene stretched out on the other sofa, placing her legs over your own. "I know James will be with the things Y/N and I packed as a surprise in Lily's bags."

You snorted into your cup as you remembered the countless lacy items you'd snuck into Lily's normally conservative wardrobe.

"Well, James might be happy about what you packed, but he certainly won't be happy with what we packed." Sirius snickered as Remus held back a laugh.

"What did you do?!"

"We might've exchanged his entire bag of clothes for an entire bag of Cornish Pixies." Sirius grinned. "I'm already expecting a howler from Lily at some point in the near future."

Sirius didn’t have to wait long for Lily’s reaction as only moments later he heard an angry shout through his two way mirror he shared with James.

As planned, Marlene visited her family the next day and no later after she flooed away, Sirius appeared at the front door of your flat. The same happened after Marlene was picked by Dumbledore for an order mission and Sirius happily flooed into your flat only moments later. You were convinced he’d bugged your flat somehow.

James and Lily returned from their honeymoon a week later, effectively surprising you as they flooed into your flat with no warning, causing you to stuff a naked Sirius into your closet. It was safe to say he wasn’t impressed after Lily insisted she make a pot of tea to ‘catch up’, and ended up staying round for several hours.

You barely managed to hide the snicker which escaped your lips when James asked if you knew where Sirius was.

With the newly married pair being back, the two of you decided to come up with a plan as how to sneak around without the others knowing.

Somehow, it didn’t really go to plan.

Sirius insisted that you should come over and take a bath with him one night, especially as Remus was due to be out. You couldn’t help but agree to the idea, mostly because you got to spend time with your very sexy male friend who looked very good in bubbles... and also the fact his bathtub was a lot better than your own.

The bathtub in question was a massive claw-foot tub which could fit the two of you and your two roommates if you so desired. Compared against the shitty little tub Marlene and you had in your flat, it was a no brainer.

Which is why as you sat in between Sirius’ legs, your back against his chest, you couldn’t help but feel more relaxed than you had done all week.

Sirius was leant back against the tub, his arm around your waist with a glass of Firewhiskey in his other hand. The two of you had nicked this particular bottle from James’ ‘secret stash’ which everyone knew he hid under his cloak, under the stairs. It was all too easy for the two of you to sneak in and borrow it for the time being.

“You know, Prongs must be real blind if he can’t see how many people actually know about his hiding spots.” You snickered as you took the glass from Sirius and took a sip.

“I think it might be all the brain damage after getting hit in the head so many times.” He grinned.

“How long do you think it’ll be until he notices the actual bottle being gone? A few days?”

“Give him some credit, it’ll be at least a week.”

The two of you chuckled before you heard the fireplace roar with flames. Footsteps quickly made their way towards Sirius’ room before heading towards the bathroom.

A panicked look between the two of you was exchanged as a knock was heard on the door.

“Pads? It’s me, I’m coming in.”

Sirius quickly took the glass of Firewhiskey back from you as you dived underwater, praying the bubbles would cover up the fact you were there.

The door opened and James stepped in about to say something, before he stopped and observed the scene before him. Sirius was sat covered in bubbles with candles lit around him. Despite the calm expression on his face, the fact you were lying between his legs in the water had his heart racing.

“Did you need something, Prongs?”

“Uh, yeah, have you seen the bottle of Firewhiskey which I was given as a gift for my wedding?” James asked, very obviously looking at the opened bottle on the side of the bath.

“Didn’t even know you got given one, mate. This was from Y/N.”

“And if I ask her, will she give me the same story?”

“Positively. Anything else?”

“Yeah, you want to order some Chinese?”

“I mean I- NO!”

His outburst was a surprise to both James and himself after you had pinched him underwater signalling you were running out of air.

“Really? Lily’s got me on this diet and-”

“James! Get out!”

“Fine! Okay! No need to shout at me, I’ve seen you in weirder scenarios.”

James left and shut the door behind him just as soon as you jolted up, gasping for breath.

“I’m sorry, he wouldn’t leave! He wanted to ask me if I fancied some Chinese.”

“Chinese?” You asked, turning to look at him over your shoulder with a contemplative look on your face. “I could go for some chow mein.”

“Prongs!” Taking a deep breath, you disappeared underwater again just before James appeared once more. “I’ll have a large chow mein, sweet and sour chicken, some of those prawn cracker things and the spring rolls.”

“Spring rolls? I swear only Y/N likes them.”

“Thought I’d try them out since as she’s always yapping on about them.”

“Alright, back in a bit.”

James left and shut the door again. You emerged from the water, leaning back on Sirius again as he relayed off what he’d ordered.

“You ordered me spring rolls?!”

“Yeah, I remembered you liked them.” Sirius shrugged, wrapping his arm around your waist again. “Even if they taste like arse.”

The group had gathered at Marlene and Y/N’s for an evening where despite Lily’s constant health kicks, she relented into ordering pizza for the group.

“Hey, you guys will never guess what I found out today.” Marlene grinned.

“You’re secretly a guy?” Sirius snickered from the armchair, only to receive a cushion being thrown at his face by the blonde.

“No,” Marlene scowled at him, “Alice and Frank got engaged!”

“What?! How’d you find out?” Lily asked as she cuddled up to James in the other armchair.

“I ran into Alice at Headquarters earlier and she showed me her ring.” Marlene leant back into the sofa as she brought her legs up to lay them over Remus’ lap. “We best be getting ready for another wedding soon.”

“I’m sure we’ll hear more at the meeting tomorrow.” James said grinning. “Who knew Longbottom had it in him?!”

“Alice certainly did.” You snickered, leaning onto Remus’ other shoulder. The comment got another round of chuckles from everyone present as Lily shot you a less than impressed look.

“Alright, I say let’s call it a night if we have to be at the meeting early tomorrow morning.” The redhead rolled her eyes at you all before standing up and brushing her dress down.

Everyone else seemed to follow her lead as Marlene and you stood to show everyone out.

“Yeah, I need to sleep as much as I can with Moony’s snoring keeping me up all night.” Sirius grinned, stepping up beside you and Remus.

What no one expected to happen was for Sirius to dip and find your lips in a kiss, his hand wrapping around the back of your neck to pull you closer, just as he had done for the last few weeks.

The rest of the group stood with slack jaws as they took in the scene before them as they watched Sirius kiss you. Pulling away, you caught each other’s eyes as realisation set in and your own eyes went wide.

“Marls,” Sirius shook off his slight hesitation before heading straight over to Marlene and pulling her in for a kiss of her own. “Lily.”

Stepping forward to give Lily a kiss goodbye, Sirius couldn’t help but notice the wide eyed look from both James at kissing his wife and Remus at kissing his sister.

“Pleasure to spend time with you all.” Sirius grinned at everyone’s expressions before entering the fireplace to floo back to his own flat.

“What the hell was that?!” Remus asked with wide eyes, securely on you.

“Probably some leftover greeting from Lily and James’ wedding. Lils did have some french cousins, perhaps he picked it up from them?” You chuckled, trying to play down the laugh you so wanted to let out.

“Yeah, it did feel french.” Marlene snickered. “I’m not sure if I feel happy about saying that I’ve kissed Sirius Black though.”

“Well, he can keep his lips to himself and not on my wife.” James scowled at the fireplace where Sirius had disappeared moments before.

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