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Pre-Game Rituals (Fred Weasley)

Request: Hiya!! I was wondering if you could do an imagine with Fred. Where Ginny kind of idolises her like at hogwarts she’s always goes up to the reader and asks if she can do her hair for quidditch practice or something…

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 4.3k

The common room was dead with activity for a Saturday, although that was in large part due to the anticipated match up between Gryffindor and Slytherin tonight. You loved attending Quidditch games, especially seeing as most of your friends were on the Gryffindor team and you got to cheer them on alongside Hermione. Getting to see your boyfriend knocking opponents around and acting as a human bowling ball was an obvious plus as well. Before most games, your boyfriend would coin you into a pre-game ritual, which happened to be a nap. He claimed these snooze sessions next to you gave him his energy to play but, you’d seen him take his O.W.L.s on two hours of sleep and a ‘stay-awake’ creation him and his twin brewed up. Cuddled up in bed sounded like a blissful dream to you on any given occasion but currently, you were in the middle of another event. Not only did you have a pre-game ritual with your boyfriend, you also had one with his little sister who was on the team as well. A few hours to the start of every Gryffindor match, Ginerva Weasley goes prancing around the castle with her hairbrush in hand, searching for you and today was no different.

Your fingers brushed through the ginger locks as you separated the left half of Ginny’s hair into three parts. The silk like strands slipped through your parted fingers as you detangled the frizzed knots. Ginny’s hair was by far the most beautiful you had seen so you hardly turned down her request when she’d ask you to braid her hair. Her deep red hair mixed with auburn tones and long wisps was a unique find outside Hogwarts. Having the Weasley siblings around meant you saw a head of ginger around nearly every corner. In the Muggle world though, you had only passed a few with hair that resembled theirs.

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Not Really Mine

Summary: Draco Malfoy asks for unconventional help. You agree. (Fake Dating AU)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

Word Count: 2,602

Requested by: @agentpegcxrter :  Hi!!! Could I request a Draco fic with fake dating au? Thanks! If you can’t there’s no problem! ✨🥰

You shouldn’t have been surprised. 

You watched Malfoy where he sat beside you, rigid in posture and eyes trained on the common room fire. The flames danced around the space, making shadows flicker across his skin. You were biting your lip in thought as you pondered what he’d said. 

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Avoidance

Hey guys! So, this is for @thisismysecrethappyplace who tagged me in their writing challenge. I’m sorry this took so long to get out. I hope this helps you through your birthday blues. Hope y’all enjoy!

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Requested: Kinda

Warnings: Slight angst (it ends nice and fluffy I promise) 

15. I’m hopeless and awkward and desperate for love!

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Love was a funny thing. It had the power to make people do the stupidest things without even realizing it. It had the power to make people forget themselves. Love could completely turn someone inside out and set them on their head, and they’d be happy about it. You couldn’t fathom it. How anyone could be happy about tearing their heart out and handing it to someone for safekeeping was a mystery to you. In fact, you thought it was total bullshit. Then you met George. 

Well, that’s not exactly it. It wasn’t love at first sight by any means, but sometime in the years you’d known him, it crept up on you. You hadn’t even realized it at first. It had come on so slowly over the years that it felt natural. Then, all of a sudden, sitting in a sunny corner of the library, it hit you like a ton of bricks. You were in love with George Weasley. The boy who taught you to play quidditch, who laughed at all your bad jokes, who had been your best friend forever. Of course, you loved him. It was inevitable. And that’s why you’d taken to avoiding him. 

You couldn’t stand to be the aching, puppy-eyed girl grinning ear to ear as you offered him your heart. Never in your life did you want to feel that stupid. You also didn’t like the very real possibility that it would ruin things between you. All you wanted to do was wait it out. Let yourself slowly fall out of love with him, and then things could go back to normal. However, George seemed to have other plans. After a good week of avoiding him, he finally caught up to you while you sat in the astronomy tower. 

“There you are. Been looking for you for ages, you know,” he said. You could feel him grinning at your back. 

“Uh, yup, here I am. You found me,” you said, cringing at your stilted words. 

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you didn’t want to see me. Silly me, I didn’t know we were playing hide and seek,” he laughed, dumping his bag on the floor and sitting down beside you. In typical George fashion, he left a tiny gap between your shoulders but knocked your knees together as he sat. It was friendly. You wished it wasn’t. Then you hated yourself for wishing that. 

“Yeah, silly you,” you said. 

“C'mon, don’t tell me you’re really avoiding me.” His tone was still teasing, but you could hear the tightness beginning to form. 

“Well…” you began. 

“What? Why? Is it because Fred and I let you take the fall for that prank on Snape? Because I feel terrible about that, and I really am sorry,” he said. 

“I am still kinda mad about that,” you muttered to yourself.

“Does that mean you’re avoiding Fred, too?” he asked, looking very much like he hoped the answer was yes. Just for the safety of knowing it wasn’t just him. 

Things would have been so much easier if he didn’t turn those big brown eyes on you. When he looked like that, you could see how devastatingly handsome he was even with that wounded look on his face. You hated it. The last thing you’d ever wanted to do was hurt him. How the hell were you supposed to explain to your best friend that you fell in love with him and wished you hadn’t? You had the feeling that it would come out wrong if you tried anyway. You looked away. 

“You’re not.” It was a statement. 

“Well, no, not exactly,” you mumbled. 

“What’s the matter? Did I do something wrong?” he asked. 

“No!” you said, just a little too loud. “No, of course not." 

"You don’t exactly go around ignoring your best friend without a good reason. Especially not you. Unless you forgot how to speak English or something. Even then, I bet you’d still come mess with me just because you knew I wouldn’t understand you. You’d get a real kick out of that,” he babbled. 

“George, take a breath,” you reminded him. 

“What did I do?” he said, cutting off his rambling. You shifted uncomfortably, blushing under his gaze. If only he was just a little less endearing. If only he was ugly. If only you weren’t dumb enough to fall in love with him. 

“You didn't do anything. I’m just being stupid,” you said. 

“That doesn’t exactly tell me much, you know,” he replied, reaching out to take your hand. It was something he’d done a million times before. Your skin shouldn’t have prickled under his touch. 

“No, I guess not. It’s really not a big deal, though.” The tingling spread up your arm. 

“Tell me about it anyway,” he said, giving your hand the most unbearably sweet squeeze. It was like he had a direct line to your heart. That one little squeeze sent it into overdrive. You shivered, pulling your hand away and standing up. 

“I can’t. Not right now, okay?” you said quickly. Snagging your bag from its place by the window, you turned to run like the coward you were.

“(Y/N).” Your name sounded heavy and tragic on his tongue. The whole situation felt like something out of a ridiculous romance novel, which made you hate it even more. 

“I’ll explain it all to you when I get it straight in my head, okay? I promise,” you said. While you never really planned to tell him about being in love with him, you would eventually be able to go back to normal. 

Taking one long step forward, he grabbed the sleeve of your shirt. His grip was so gentle that you could have pulled away if you’d really wanted to, but you didn’t. Both of you stood there. Neither of you moved or spoke for a moment. You just kept your back to him, letting him curl his fingers into your sleeve. Eventually, he brought himself closer, leaning his forehead onto your shoulder. 

“Please don’t ignore me anymore. It’s only been a week, and I miss you,” he whispered. You weren’t sure you’d ever heard him so quiet. 

“George-”

“Please? I’d really rather you talk this through even if I don’t have a clue what you’re on about,” he said. 

Jesus, having him so close you could damn near hear his voice inside your head was painful. So was the thought of walking away. George was your best friend. He deserved an explanation. It was cruel of you to do this to him when he didn’t do anything wrong. You just weren’t sure how to start. 

“I’m hopeless and awkward and desperate for love!” you blurted. Well, that was one way to do it. 

“You’re in love?” he asked, somehow sounding more upset. 

“That seems to be what came out of my mouth,” you said. 

“You’re in love,” he said again. This time it was more to himself. 

“Yeah,” you sighed, turning to him. You rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly, feeling your cheeks flushing with heat. This wasn’t a conversation you really wanted to have. He’d reject you in that sweet yet joking way only he could pull off, and you’d have to pretend to be okay with it, and things would be so much worse. If the castle was capable of swallowing you whole, you wished it would. 

“With who?" 

"Excuse me?" 

"Who is it?" 

"Who… am I in love with?” you asked. Oh no. Oh god. George, that sweet, stupid boy. He didn’t get it. 

“Do I know them?” he asked. A frown pulled at the corners of his mouth. 

“I should hope so. You know, come to think of it, he actually looks a lot like you,” you laughed, suddenly dizzy with mortification. The whole situation was laughable. Completely bizarre. What could you do besides laugh? 

“Oh,” he croaked. “Fred then." 

"Fred?” you asked, blinking dazedly. 

“It’s alright. You could have just told me. I would have even put in a good word for you. We’re close, you know, I have an in with him. Wouldn’t have minded setting you up. Can’t imagine why you didn’t just ask,” he said with a half-hearted laugh. He began to back away from you. You watched as he ran a hand through his hair and bit his lip. For a split second, you thought he was going to cry. 

“I’m not talking about Fred,” you said. 

“’M not sure who else you’d be talking about,” he said. 

“You dense–” you muttered. Shaking your head, you figured you’d better give this another shot. 

“You, George, I’m in love with you,” you admitted. It was his turn to blink at you. If the situation hadn’t been so painfully awkward, you might have laughed at him. Half bent over with his bag hanging from one hand, lanky limbs paused mid-movement and sticking out at odd angles.

“Me? You really mean that? Me, as in George Weasley?” he asked. 

“You know a lot of other George Weasleys?" 

"Me! You’re in love with me!” he hooted. A grin cracked across his face as he dropped his bag and swept you up in his arms. 

“I’ll assume it’s reciprocated then,” you said as he crushed you against his chest. He laughed. It sounded a lot like years worth of built-up worry finally being released—a wonderfully contagious sound. A smile pulled at your mouth, and you buried your face in his chest. 

In lieu of an actual answer, he pulled you up, so your feet dangled off the floor and kissed you. You’d thought about George kissing you a thousand times, but you never imagined it would be like this. He kissed you like it was the only thing he’d ever wanted to do. Despite the enthusiasm that you could feel emanating from every pore, he was gentle. His mouth was warm, stretched around a familiar grin, and tasted faintly of honey. You wondered briefly why you ever thought about denying yourself this before  George overtook all your senses. Reluctantly, the two of you parted to breathe. 

“Guess I should have said something sooner,” you panted. 

“Definitely,” he said, sounding a little breathless himself. 

“So, I guess it really would be safe to assume you like me too,” you teased. 

“I’ve been in love with you since fourth year. Glad to know you finally caught up,” he said. His face was flushed a soft pink, making his freckles stand out more. You loved them. You loved him. 

“Sorry for keeping you waiting,” you said. 

“This was definitely worth the wait.” Smiling, you leaned in and captured his lips again. Now that you knew you were allowed, you weren’t sure you’d ever stop. Maybe love wasn’t so funny after all. 

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Eternal Glory

Fred x Slytherin!Reader

Requested by my darling @whack-ed​

Summary: Y/N and Fred have been friends with benefits for a while. But after Y/N is chosen to compete in the Triwizard Tournament, they realize that it’s more than physical between them.

Warning: contains smut, characters are 18+.

“I need to get going.” You say, clambering to your feet.

“Not exactly what a bloke wants to hear after a good shag. Why don’t we go back to, ‘just like that, Fred.’” The redhead remarks, one arm curled up behind his head, as he watches you. Sprawling out across the bed, in all his glory.

“Sorry to burst your bubble, but the Triwizard Tournament waits for no one.” You remind him.

“Not this rubbish again. What are you hoping to gain anyway?” Fred asks, moving into a sitting position.

“I dunno,” you raise a shoulder, in acknowledgement. “Eternal glory doesn’t sound half bad.”

“Well if that’s all your after,” he grins, pulling you back onto the mattress. “I’ll give you eternal glory, right now.”

“You’re cute Weasley,” you pinch his cheek.

“What’d you say we both toss our names in?” Fred offers.

“Yeah?” You smile, “you really want to?”

“It’s all in good fun.” He says, mischief heavy in his eyes. “Besides, who doesn’t like a bit of adventure?”

You chuckle, rolling Fred onto his back beneath you.

“What’re you doing?” His hands reach up to find your hips.

“Taking you on an adventure.” You murmur, nibbling the shell of his ear.

“But the tournament waits for no one?” Still, he makes no move to stop you.

“A very fast adventure.” You acquiesce, pressing your lips to his.

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Placing your names into the goblet is easy. Sure, people stare as you and Fred approach together; but people always stare. Like they can’t quite get their heads around the fact that the attraction between you is only physical.

Fred is handsome, and funny, and great in bed. But neither of you are looking for love, you’ve always been upfront about that. He’s your friend, with many, many, benefits.

It’s the waiting that kills you. Knowing the hosting school’s champion is always presented last.

First is Fleur Delacour, of Beauxbatons academy. 

Then Viktor Krum, from the Drumstrang institute. 

And finally-

“Y/N, Y/L/N!” Dumbledore announces, reading from the charred parchment, between his fingers.

You freeze, not trusting your own ears. Until one of your mates claps a hand to your back. You move toward the center of the room, slytherin house erupting into applause.

Making your way down, the long line between tables, you find an outstretched hand; Fred’s. You slap your own against it, palm growing clammy, with the realization that this is not a dream.

You are the Hogwarts champion, you have a real shot.

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hello :) I have been in LOVE with the marauders lately and I would really appreciate it if you could write a headcanon about James, Sirius and Remus when they're jealous! Thank you so much sweets<3

Marauders When They’re Jealous Headcannons

James Potter

this man right here oh Lord

he knows you are more than capable of fending for yourself, but he can’t help but being so protective of you

when he sees you getting really overly touchy with another person, he’ll probably start getting slightly mopey and distant with you, but enough for you to notice, so you have to give him a bit of space

after an hour or so, he’ll get over his dramatic self and end up coming back to you, where you’ll both apologise to each other

“I’m so sorry, but I hope you know that absolutely nothing happened, and that I only have eyes for you.”

“Yeah, I guess I was, a little bit-... a little bit over-dramatic, maybe..”

the longest cuddle session would ensue, where he’s just hold you to his chest where no words would have to be spoken and never let go because you’d both know that you would only have eyes for each other forever

Sirius Black

this petty guy my gosh

when he sees you getting a bit too cosy with someone else for his liking, he’ll try his hardest to refrain himself from going over there that instant and knocking their teeth out

death stares from across the room

deep down he knows how loyal you are, but he can’t help the doubtful thoughts that come into his head

it will be so blatantly obvious that you can’t help but notice, yet when you try to bring it up with him, he’ll try to smooth it all over with bad jokes, extreme sarcasm or really crap lying

“What guy over there? I didn’t see a guy over there... Was there a guy over there?”

When a moments time has passed (probably with the help of your persuasion and the fact that neither of you would ever believe this petty side of him), he will try his hardest to sincerely open up- it’ll take a bit of time throughout the relationship though because poor Sirius has some big issues skdbsj- and tell you that he didn’t like who you were talking with, and the way that you were behaving with him

you give him the most loving smile you can muster and try to explain to him that it’s nothing, and that you love him

he’ll throw you back the dopiest smile and say it back, before grabbing your face into a loving kiss

Remus Lupin

this poor awkward boy

he will see you with someone else, getting all overly touchy, and will get so insecure

he’ll start comparing himself to james and sirius, about how he’s not as good with the girls and doesn’t think he’s as good looking and will have to leave the room

you do notice, but don’t want to be rude to whoever you’re talking to, so carry on

which makes it worse oh boy

his thoughts spiral and he ends up going somewhere alone

when you wrap things up talking to the person, you run off to try and find him, you find him hugging his knees in the dark, making up untrue stories in his head about what you had done

you run over to him, frantically asking what’s wrong, but his replies only being vastly vague

“What did I do wrong? I’m so sorry..”

you hug him tight and ask him what’s wrong again, where he gives you a decent reply,

“I saw you and them, I wasn’t good enough was I?”

you conclude that this was his insecurities showing, and while it flattered you to think that he finally trust you enough to show them in front of you, you hated the fact that he was like this over you and a stupid idiot who you had no romantic interest in whatsoever, so you told him, and he calmed down immeasurably

you stayed there, hugging his head into your chest, muttering soft praises into his ear, his finest attributes and such, never wanting to let go of him

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Silent Night, No-so-Holy Night (Rodrick Heffley x reader smut)

Request:“I was wondering if you’d like to do a Rodrick Heffley x reader where reader and Rodrick are together and they’re a pretty handsy couple, so when reader is spending the night with him, things get a little frisky, despite Rodrick’s whole family being downstairs so they have to be quiet ;)“ ~ Anonymous

There are not enough Rodrick smuts out there, so I am more than happy to be doing this. ❤

A/N: So, this whole blog has kinda been turned into a Devon Bostick fuck fest (not complaining) and there is sure as hell not enough smuts for this man’s character’s including the one that helped so many people into sexual awareness. The one, the only, Rodrick Heffley. And when I say helped, I don’t mean a gentle push, into womanhood (or manhood). No. I’m talkin thrown, I’m talking smacked in the ass and gropped by an angel kind of helped. So please, sit back, relax, and enjoy the show.

Warnings: Sex, swearing, and a whole lot of teenagery.

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To put it bluntly, Rodrick and you were, a thing. Well, more than a thing really. You were dating, and for some time now. Rodrick had developed a crush on you from the first moment he laid eyes on you on the first day of school. It was hard for him to proccess at first. He couldn’t understand why his heart started racing when you smiled at him, or why his palms got sweating whenever you were close. He didn’t even need to see you sometimes. His body would just automatically know you were close. It was weird. He finally started putting the peices together once you started dating another guy, and Rodrick got jealous. His friends had to point it out to him. And from that point on, Rodrick wanted nothing more than to impress you. After a few attempts of trying, and failing, to be the ultra sexy super bad boy Rodrick was certain would work. He finally got over himself, and presented you with one singular dying flower, and asked you out.

Now that Rodrick had you all for his own, and the two of you had moved past that awkward fase of the relationship, he couldnt get enough of you. His hands always touching you. Whether it was full on cuddling before classes started, or just an arm around your shoulder, he was there. And it was even better in the bedroom. Despite having been a virgin when the two of you started dating, Rodrick quickly learned the craft. You blushed as your mind wondered to the dirtier side or your relationship. But you shook yourself out of it once you reached the Heffley house. For a while now, Rodrick and you had been alternating between houses. Some nights he would sneak over to your place, and nights like tonight, you would sneak over to his. You walked over to the side of the house, and waited under Rodrick’s bedroom window. After a few minutes, he opened the window and peaked his head out. He held a finger to his lips, and then motioned for you to come up. The only way to get there being climbing using trash cans, and the plants that grew up the side of the house. Which was never an easy task considering Rodrick’s room was in the attic. Finally, you were close enough for him to pull you in. All the while shooshing you, and trying his hardest to make sure no one would hear you.

“Shhhh. My family is downstairs.” He said in a hushed tone. You nodded, and wrapped your arms around him. You gave him a peck on the lips, and he grinned. That goofy grin you adored. He placed his hands on your hips and pulled you close to him in a tight embrace. “What do you wanna do?” He asked.

“I don’t know, I’m a little tired.” You shrugged. He looked around his room for a moment.

“Wanna watch a movie?”

“Sure, sounds good.” You layed on his small twin sized bed as you watched him fittle with his TV which sat across the room. Once the movie started playing, he layed down next to you. It took a moment, since the two of you had to snuggle together in order to fit on the small mattress. Rodrick’s arm rests on your back, while your legs tangled together, and his other hand rested on your thigh. He rested his chin on your head, and sighed contently as you watched the movie. He loved having you so close to him. Something about holding you just made everything better. Every now and then Rodrick would flinch, and swear he heared someone come up the stairs. Paranoid that his parents would find the two of you, and you would be forbbiden from seeing each other ever again. You assured him that everything was okay through your giggling. He was so cute when he got worried. Once he relaxed again, you wrapped a leg around his waist, and his hands went back to your thigh. As the movie played, his hand began gliding up and down. Inching closer and closer to your hips, your thoughts only got dritier. You couldn’t help but squirm, Rodrick just had something about him that was so sexy, you couldn’t put your finger on it. Maybe it was his crazy hair? His deep brown eyes? His sense of humor? Regardless, he kissed your cheek, and down your jaw. You leaned into his touch, as his lips trailed down your neck. You held back a small maon, you felt so sensative to his touch. His lips left your neck only to kiss your lips in a soft and tender embrace.

The kiss became more heated when you ran your fingers through his hair, and his hand slid up to your ass. You instinctively started grinding your hips against his. Which drove him to shift his position so that he was now supporting himself over you, his lips never leaving yours. Little moans, and small sounds of Satisfaction leaving his lips. You were driving him crazy, with every touch. Eventually, you took off his shirt, and ran your hands across his chest. He closed his eyes, and breathed heavily as you touch him. He grew impatient, and took off your shirt, attempting to reach aroubd remove your bra. You had to help him, but regardless Rodrick gropped you causing you to moan. Rodrick stopped. You looked at you with wide eyes, and held a finger to his lips and shooshed.

“Be, quiet.” He urged. Before slowly went back to gropping you, and even sucking on your nipples. You held back your whimpers as he pulled down your pants and started rubbing you through your panties. He relieved himself of his jeans before his attention turned back to you. He kissed your neck, and down your collar bone as his hips bucked into yours. Rubbing his clothed erection against your core. You bit your lip to keep yourself from making any noise. You were aching, and so wet, you just needed him. He finally stopped teasing you, and took off his underwear while you took off yours. He kissed you passionately as he drove his cock deep inside of you. The kiss being the only thing that surpressed your cries. Rodrick started to thrust in and out of you, he held you close to him, in his own attempt to keep himself quiet. But his movemenrs quickly became more needy. He started fucking you. Started to softly moan your name inti your neck. He kept thrusting into you, kept hitting the perfect spot. You bit your lip, hard, trying desperately as your orgasm quickly approached. The bed started to rock. Started to creak, and the frame gently started to bump into the wall. His thrusts only become stronger, only making the bed frame ram into the wall as he fucked you. You worried for a moment that someone would hear but none of that mattered as you gasped, and came. Your orgasming washing over you, only to joined by Rodrick. Who shuttered. He panted, and laid down on you. Rest his head on your chest.

“Fuck. Y/N. I love you.” He kissed your chest beforr resting his head once again.

“mhhh I love you Rodrick.” The two of you were content in your state for just a moment before there was loud knock at the door. Rodrick’s eyes went wide with fear.

“Hide!” He hissed. Jumping up from the bed, and throwing his boxers on. You paniced for a moment, before just simply hiding under the bed. Rodrick swollowed before he slowly opened then door.

“Mom and Dad sent me to ask if everything was okay. They thought they heared weird noises.” It was Greg, with a bored and annoyed voice.

“Everythings fine, just tell them I tripped!”

“That didn’t sound like”

“Shut up, and get out of here nerd!”

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Party Hard (DOAWK - Rodrick Heffley)

I wrote this because I can’t seem to finish any of the Criminal Minds fics I have in my drafts right now and I just needed a break from it. So here’s a reader-insert with the love of my life.

alternative title: maddie is a slut for the original rodrick and needs more fanfic

This is loosely based off this imagine which involves drinking and kissing but of course my sinful ass made it smut.

Title: Party Hard Pairing: Rodrick Heffley/Reader Rating: M/Explicit Words: 1961 Warnings: Smut. Language. Alcohol. The usual. Depending on how old you think Rodrick is this could be considered underage. You have been warned.

When you walked up to the front door of the house, you already realized you had made a mistake. You didn’t even really know the guy who threw the party but your friend Allison was begging you to sneak out and drive her there. She assured you it was going to be great.

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Remus dating a shy, introverted reader would include...

You were a quiet introverted student. You had a few friends whom you loved to death

Library was your solace.

You sat in a hushed, hidden corner in the library where almost no student came to

Well, except of course Remus Lupin

He had come there one day as you sat re-reading your favourite book, disoriented and fidgety.

“Oh, didn’t know you were there!  Would you mind if I sat down?” he said softly as you just shrugged.

“As long as you keep quiet.”

And he did. He came there, every day, sitting at the opposite end of your table giving you a smile and getting back to his own book

You seemed to enjoy his silent company. It was calm of sorts.

Until one day, his friends joined him.

“Mooooony! We’ve been looking all over for you!”

“Is this where you hide?”

You tried not to notice the two boys but failed terribly. How could you not?

Remus constantly shushed them and after bickering after 15 minutes, they finally left.

Remus cleared his throat

“I’m sorry about my friends” he said giving you a guilty expression.

“It’s alright. I read this book at least 10 times already, didn’t mind the noise that much.” His gaze shifted to the title of the book and he smiled widely

“I love this one too!”

And the two of you had started talking. You had no idea how time passed.

You were beginning to enjoy your talks as much as your silences

He and you would meet up there every day and just sit beside each other, sometimes talk, sometimes just work on your respective things

He would bring you chocolates sometimes as the two of you would happily munch them together.

He was very sweet, there was no doubt in that.

He was extremely perceptive too, knowing when and what made you tick.

You had started to quite like the freckles that covered his nose, his deep brown eyes that you could get lost in

And somewhere along the line, you realized, you’d fallen for him.

It had started as you found yourself staring at his perfectly kissable pink lips, wanting yourself closer to him whenever possible, loving the smell of coffee and chocolate around him

And it scared you

It scared you, because he was a great guy, good at studies, looked extremely adorable, smart, funny and you were, well you

So you didn’t say anything.

Your heart continued to thump when he was around, blushing furiously when he complimented you

You did everything to beat down the nervous flutter

Not that it helped.

It was one of your DADA assignments and you had your pencil in your mouth, frowning furiously at the book in front.

Remus noticed it.

“That’s a book you’re trying to kill.” He said as you looked at him, sighing.

“I just don’t get why they portray werewolves as dangerous creatures. They are human, they deserve respect. Moreover, the researchers are advancing each day, I’m sure they’ll find a cure soon. It’s a condition, not a state of being?”

You didn’t see Remus’s face flicker through a whirlwind of emotions.

Remus started noticing you a lot more after that

How you were opinioned, yet kept an open mind

How you always did little things for him, which could easily go unnoticed.

He was coming to quite like you, but had no idea how to tell you just that

What if, you didn’t like him back?

Sirius slapped the top of his head, breaking him out of his reverie

“Stare any longer and there would be hole in her head.”

And Remus had the reddest blush on his face

It was his friends who pushed him to ask you out

“But what if she says no?”

“Moony, if you ask that question one more time…”

“Shove it! She is clearly interested and even if she says no, of which chances are none, you’ll take rejection like an adult.”

“Arghhhh”

You had seen Remus glance at you so many times

At first, you thought it was just you, but then you caught his eye a couple of times too.

You sighed seeing him avert his eyes again.

“Spit it out Remus!”

“Ahhhhhh, I wanted to ask you something…”

“What?”

He just looked down, not saying anything

“Say it!”

“OKAY! Willyougooutonadatewithme?”

“What?” you said as Remus’s cheeks tinted pink

“Will you go out on a date with me?” he whispered and your eyes widened

He wanted to go out with you? That too, on a date?

You stuttered somehow croaking out an audible “Yes.”

The date was awkward a little at first

Remus complimented your dress, you told him he looked great too

And the two of you slowly made your way through Hogsmeade

It wasn’t until you started having butterbeers, you relaxed and started talking

The two of you laughed, looked around the little pub.

It was perfect

You went on another date, then another and you never quite stopped

The dates eventually evolved into just sneaking into his room and cuddling, reading or just talking.

Either you’d bring him coffee or he would

He knew what you liked perfectly, perhaps, even more than you

You had never yet kissed him

There were moments when you could have, but he seemed to pull away

You wondered what it would feel like

Soft or rough or the kind that makes you melt or the kind that sets you on fire

You were cuddling with Remus in his dorm, Sirius and James had gone for their latest prank and it was calm

The two of you talked softly as Remus intertwined his fingers against yours

You looked at him as his soft green eyes gleamed in the darkness

You wanted to take your chances

You moved up to press your lips against his, but he only turned.

You gulped feeling your heart fall.

“(Y/n)… I…” Remus started as you looked at him. He licked his lips

“(Y/n), I am a werewolf.” Remus said as he looked away

Your eyes widened, but you schooled your expressions immediately

Of course you knew

You’d known about it, one week into the relationship

It was obvious

“…yes?” you whispered after a few minutes when he didn’t look at you

Remus turned at you and frowned

“I won’t be mad at you for breaking up with me now. I know my condition is-“

You replied by pushing your lips against his

You had fireworks through your body

His lips were soft against yours, he tasted like coffee and chocolate

He wrapped his arms around your hips pulling you closer, biting on your lower lip making you moan

Your hands fisted his hair pulling at them as he groaned.

You didn’t want to pull away, you wanted to keep kissing him like that forever

His hands were all over you.

He sucked and nibbed at your lips as you finally had to pull away to breathe

Your chest heaved as he looked at you with a guilty smile

“I love you, no matter what.” You whispered, before he pulled you in again for a kiss

Remus had always been a bit touchy

Wrapping his arm around you, holding your hand, pressing chaste kisses to your forehead

Now, even more

He would pull you into broom closets as you would giggle

“Remus, we’re gonna get late” you mumble against his lips

“I want to kiss you first”

He really did love kissing you

Not that you complained

Kisses turned steamy soon

You would be in his dorm making out, (you did that a lot, the two of you)

He would suck and bite your neck as your hands would slip inside his jumper

He was possessive

He loved it when you were bold under the sheets but at the same time wouldn’t let you take the lead

All in all, he was the perfect boyfriend

He cared for you, was your biggest motivator and supporter

And you couldn’t ask for more

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You Are my Happiness: ***Seamus Finnigan x Reader Soulmate Request ***

Can i get a request for a Seamus Finnigan x reader where the reader is a Gryffindor and she produces a patronus and then finds out Seamus has the same one as her. Kinda like a soulmate au

Here you are my little anon!! I hope you don’t mind but I changed up the request just a little. All the same, I loved writing for this little class clown! xxx

***I tried my best to write for his accent… but I married an British man… not an Irish man so my Irish accent is a bit rusty! Sorry!! xxx ***

Hogwarts on Valentine’s day could make any cynical singleton sick. The floating hearts, enchanted cupids flying round young lover’s heads and rose petals falling from the ceiling. Different Hogwarts couples had taken to parading their love around the halls the whole week leading up to the grand event. 

The Lover’s Patronus ball.

A traditional Hogwarts event that occurred for every 7th year student, encouraging to help them find their life’s soulmate. A right of passage for any witch or wizard. The event starts with the Dance of the Patronus. Each student conjures their patronus all at the same time, hoping to find the other student whose patronus matches their own. It was said to mean that as patronuses would forever be sealed together so would their owners.  

It was enough to make you sick.

You couldn’t decide what made it more revolting, the fact that you were surrounded by overwhelming romance or that you were irrefutably in love with your best friend, Seamus Finnigan.

You feel two hands grasp your arms from behind. The suddenly surprise makes you jump into the air. Turning quickly, you feel another sort of flying feeling, but nothing you want to come down from. Seamus stood laughing at your reaction and his laughter filled your soul like sweet honey. You scrunch your nose at him and swing a friendly punch towards his shoulder. Seamus continues to laugh at your pathetic attempts at revenge and gives a feeble attempt to block it.

“You scared the hell out of me.”

He gives you that lovable mischievous grin and you can feel your admiring smile spread like butter across your face, soft and wide.

Seamus and you had met in your first year and had an instant chemistry and everyone noticed. Between all the snarky back n’ forth banter and late night common room chats, you two always seemed to be the focus of Gryffindor gossip. The fact that it was rare to see one without the other, everyone was almost certain that your patronuses were guaranteed to match. At first it was something that you shrugged off, but slowly over time you found yourself hoping they were right. What you wouldn’t give to know that Seamus was your lifelong soulmate.  He leans against the wall next to you as he joins you in your spectator sport.

“A whole giant castle for em to spread round and ey all decide to congregate here in front of us.” Seamus pretends to throw up, gesturing his disgust spewing from his mouth. You roll your eyes but silently stare longingly at him, wishing the two of you could be also locked in a lover’s embrace.

“Umm…yeah. How dare they.” You scoff back at him. Seamus leans into the same wall as you and stands closely behind you.

“So are ye ready to see what sorry sod is destined to be yer mate?” He cooed into your ear softly. You shake your head.

“I dunno, can’t wait to see what girl gets stuck with your monkey face.” You turn your head slightly to see Seamus pull his hands quickly to his heart as if wounded. He staggers back harder into the wall and slowly begins to slide down, as if your words were killing him softly. When he notices that his dramatisation has little to no effect on you, he quickly gets up and puts a friendly arm around your shoulders and leans his head closer to yours.

“Hate to see you enden up with one of these sorry Johnnies.” He nods his head over to the love sick puppies wondering the halls. You smirk and take a hand to push his face way and you can feel the wide smile in your palm.

“Why’s that? Got someone specific in mind for me?” You turn to face him, interested to see who Seamus thinks your potential soulmate is. He cooly shoves his hands in his pockets and nervously teeters on the balls of his feet.

“Well for starters, yer soulmate’s gotta be charmin and witty.”

“Oh course.” You agree, liking where this is heading. “Go on. Witty, Charming and…” You encourage him to continue.

“He’s gotta be the funniest git in school. Gotta make you beam.” He brings a hand up to your chin and gently presses his thumb, as if to turn on your glorious and bright smile. As he sees this he lets out a silent but deadly sensual sigh. “There you are…” He breathes out, captivated by what he’s witnessing.

Somehow without either of you noticing, the moment passing between you two has become extremely intimate. Seamus holds your face, close to this own and your gazes completely locked onto each other. Your bodies now facing each other and threatening to collide into each other eventually. However, the moment is suddenly cut premature as Professor McGonagall comes around the corner, calling for attention.

“ALL SEVEN YEARS TO THE GREAT HALL, COME, COME NOW. MAKE SURE TO HAVE YOUR WANDS READY.” She tuts along past you two, but the moment has cleared and Seamus moves back to an appropriate space. You look down, cursing McGonagall under your breath as you quickly look back up at Seamus.

“Well good luck mate.” He puts a hand on the top of your head and ruffles your hair like a child. Devastatingly you try to smile at him and follow the rest of the crowd into the great hall.

“I can’t hold my wand, I’m sweating too much Harry. It keeps slipping from my hand.”

“Get a grip mate.”

Seamus can hear the voices of his friends around him but he is too focused on the task ahead. It wasn’t like him to take things so seriously, but he was determined to come out of this with you as his soulmate. In his head flashes of your absolutely radiant smile and your overly loving eyes. He could live with those for the rest of his life.

“Oye, Seamus.” He blinks and look over at the voice calling for him. His best friend Dean stands next to him and laughs. “Thinking of someone specific are we?” Seamus looks down and back up at Dean, he rubs a calming thumb along the length of his nose.

“I’m just wondering what yer all gonna do when all these ladies end up matching my patronus.” Dean laughs at his friend’s confidence, he knew his true feelings for you.

“WE ARE ABOUT TO BEGIN.” Seamus’s joke was interrupted by another announcement from Professor McGonagall. “CAN I PLEASE HAVE YOU ALL THINK OF A OVERWHELMINGLY HAPPY MEMORY? IT NEEDS TO BE A STRONG AND POWERFUL FEELING.”

By far Seamus had a brilliant life. Looking back through all his memories, there wasn’t many that didn’t make him happy. Though as he racked his life for overwhelming feelings of sincerely pure happiness, he couldn’t find anything that filled his soul enough. Finally he reached a recent memory, something that made him feel a glowing resemblance of pure bliss. Days before the Lover’s Patronus Ball, Seamus and you had been in the common room for your nightly hang out. The subject of the dance afterwards had come up and you hang your head. With remorse you had told Seamus that you had never learned to dance. Without thinking Seamus had grabbed your hands and pulled you into his body. Leading you into a dance without missing a beat. The feel of your body pressed firmly against his, his manly hand wrapping itself around your dainty palm and the look of content in your eyes had given him peace like he never knew. As the thought of the feeling that had stirred in this memory, he could feel utter happiness fill his toes and overflow to the tip of his head. He could hear others around his shouting the incantation and he tried not to focus on the fact that your patronus might find another.

She doesn’t belong with anyone else but me.

With that he himself shouted the incantation and opened his eyes to see a wispy, almost ghost like fox. Seamus held his wand out, not sure how to get it to move. The fox sat looking up at Seamus. It turned to look around the room, curious at all the other animals moving around it. Looking back up to Seamus, it tilted it’s head as if to ask why he had summoned him if all he was going to do was stand around. Seamus bent down and looked the patronus, it curiously looked back at him.

“Okay… I know yer suppsoda find yer match, but I’m hopin yer can just find Y/N and pretend to connect with her patronus.” The fox patronus just kept looking at him. Seamus carefully looked around him and could see couple had now began to gather together. All around him were whirling and fading patronuses. Some that found their match and others who were roaming around aimlessly while their owners run after them. Seamus looked back to the fox to find that it was no longer in front of him, the stream that connected his wand to the patronus was his only guide and he began to follow it hoping that it had listened to his plea.

You stood on edge as your patronus sat completely still grooming itself. Who else would have a fox as a patronus? As you scanned the others, you strained to find the one that you wanted to connect with.

What if his patronus had already connected with someone else? What if your happiest memory was just fantasy? What if the two of you weren’t meant to be?

As you thought of these pending possibilities you began to chew on your thumb nail nervously. Suddenly a voice broke up the tension.

“Well I guess yer’d better get used to this monkey face, beautiful.” You stood like a statue as you looked back up to see Seamus standing over confidently in front of you, he ran a hand along his jawline, modeling the prize you had just won. That smile that Seamus loved about you shown as you shook your head. Looking down in front of you both, you saw that where there was one fox patronus, there was two. They jumped around each other, continuously disappearing and reappearing as they played.

“I dunno…” You laughed as you strolled up to him. “You did say I needed to be with someone witty.” He threw his head back and laughed aloud as he thanked Merlin it turned out to be you.

“Well it’s a good thing I make up for it in charm and humour.” Seamus leans in and plants a sweet kiss on your lips.

“And that lasses and laddies is how I cheated at the Dance of the Patronus and bagged myself my life’s happiness! To Life’s Happiness!” Seamus raised his champagne flute in the air as the guests at your wedding followed suit. With the clinking of glasses, Seamus leaned down and the two of you kissed with just as much passion as he had described in the story of your great love story. As the guests go back to eating their meal, Seamus sits down next to you. Leaning in to him, you whisper into your husband’s ear.

“You love telling that story don’t you?”

“Of course I do love.”

“Darling, you know you didn’t cheat at the Dance of the Patronus… we had the same patronus.” He smirks back and you and you already know the answer he is going to give to you as you heard it just as many times as the original story.

“But I did tell it to go and find you.” As you have done many, many a time to Seamus, you rolled your eyes. He puts a finger to his lips, as if to ask you to keep his longest running secret.

“No one needs to know ALL the details of the story.”

“You are very luck you are so charming Finnigan.”

“And you’re lucky I’m also witty.” As Seamus turns back to his plate of dinner, you recall is story and how many times you have heard it, noticing that there was still one detail he never let you in on.

“There is just one thing you never told me about that story.” He turns back to you and takes your hand in his.

“What’s that, Wife?”

“What was your happy memory?” Seamus takes a moment and stares loving back at you. He runs a hand down your cheek.

“On the count of three.. the both of us say what our happy memory was.”

1…

2…..

3…..

You

I really hope you guys enjoyed it. I’m terribly sorry if this was really short. Please let me know if you liked it, I might be interested in doing more Seamus Finnigan requests! Poor Seamus needs some love too!!! xxx Thanks for reading everyone and all the continued support

                               THE NEXT UPDATE IS TIED: ***MAGICAL OFFICE AND WE’VE STILL GOT TIME***

                                These will be updated next week!

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silent confessions

request from nonnie! “Hey erica! I have a request for you, it’s a bit challenging i think but I’m sure you’ll do perfectly. Imagine like, the fake dating trope with fred, BUT at the end it’s a george x reader? Like, imagine george feeling uncomfortable and jealous seeing the reader and fred acting like a couple even though he knows its not real and stuff anyway im obsessed with your writing love you bye”

pairing: fred x reader, george x reader

word count: 3.8k

A/N: wait, i loved this request. so different from the normal fake dating tropes! i hope this lived up to expectations.. idk why i just feel like my writing sort of sucks in this?? wah, idk, sad, feedback pls? also we’ve got some POV changes in this but they’re pointed out ayyyee, thanks for enduring the fluffiest fluff ever bc that’s all i have to give you hooligans

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You

You could practically hear the smirk that grew on his face — he wasn’t exactly being subtle. He took his place next to you in the Great Hall, ignored the fact that you were removing spellbooks and quills from your bag to begin your work, and didn’t bother to heed Snape’s warning glance.

“Hey, Y/N?”

Fred’s voice was a little too sweet for your liking; sweet as sugar, in fact. You knew this voice. It’s the voice he always put on whenever he needed a favor — whenever he wanted something from you. You didn’t look up from the table.

“Whatever it is, I think I’m going to pass.”

He scoffed and closed your spellbook. You grunted in annoyance; you were positive he wasn’t going down without a fight, but you supposed you still needed to try, even though you knew in your heart that this was a fight you wouldn’t win. You turned toward him and he batted his eyelashes at you.

“Dear, dear Y/N — you won’t pass when I tell you what’s in it for you.”

“What type of chaotic mischief that you have planned could possibly be beneficial to me?”

He digested this; you were right, and he knew it. He just shrugged, though, took in your rejection and tried to use it to his advantage.

He nodded across to the other end of the Gryffindor table; there sat Angelina Johnson — fellow Gryffindor, member of the DA, Quidditch captain and, to your most recent knowledge, Fred Weasley’s crush. Again. Boy was crazy about her.

“Thought we already tried this, Freddie?” you sighed, stealing your spellbook back from his very tight grasp and opening it to your desired page. He huffed a bit, and you were quite sure he was remembering the disaster that was the Yule Ball, just a year ago.

You noticed a small grin lift his cheeks; he looked rather smug now, which made you worried. What was it, exactly, that he had planned? “I know last year didn’t go exactly as I’d hoped.” Right. Fred had gotten a little too sloppy on his date with Angelina. She’d been a bit turned off. The night ended and she never pursued anything else; he was so embarrassed, neither did he. Fred Weasley? Embarrassed? The word wasn’t even in his day to day vernacular. But boy, was he shook.

“But it was a long time ago — besides, she’s been sending me all types of signals.”

“I don’t think her eye rolls mean she fancies you, Fred.”

He jabbed you playfully in the ribs. “Don’t be rude, Y/N. I know she fancies me. I just know it. You don’t go on just one date with Fred Weasley.”

You scoffed at his air of egotistical confidence; you shut your eyes at the prospect of him maybe going to someone else for help. Much to your dismay, it didn’t happen. He just stayed where he was, resting his chin on his hand, peering at you longingly as if his staring alone would convince you to say yes to whatever he had up his sleeve. After a few minutes, you said, “If I agree to help you, you prat, will you leave me alone?”

“Can’t say leaving you alone would exactly work with what I’ve got planned,” he replied, relaxing now, tapping his foot underneath the table and not taking his eyes off of Angelina. “I need you to pretend to date me.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Relax, Y/N, I’m not going to pin you against the wall and snog you, if that’s what you’re so worried about,” he laughed, running a hand through his hair. You felt as though your throat was closing up at the mere thought of it. “Just some hand holding, things of the like. Need to make her jealous. Need to make her realize what she’s missing.”

You groaned in frustration. “Can I take back what I said?”

“Nope,” he answered brightly. “You can’t. Thanks for coming along for the ride. Don’t get in too deep, though. No falling in love with me, alright?”

You felt a pang in your chest; you weren’t in love with him and you never would be. He was your best friend and nothing would change that. You knew it and so did he. You felt worried, though. What would others think? What if Angelina did get jealous — but in a bad way? Or worse — what would George say?

His was the only opinion that mattered to you, truthfully.

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Rule Breaker (Percy Weasley x Reader) SMUT

Request: Hi, I was wondering if you guys could write smut with Percy where both are Gryffindor perfect ( they are on last year in Hogwarts ) and Percy breaks the rules for the first time and they have a first time in prefect bathroom.

Pairing: Percy Weasley x FemReader

Warnings: SMUT, perhaps a bit of language? Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!) and I think that’s it??

Word Count: 1,730

A/N: I hope this isn’t too OOC! I don’t know too much about Percy, but I do hope I did him justice and you like it! Also requests are still open and I am having so much fun writing lately! Also I had a hard time finding a gif…- S

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Molly and Arthur rarely left Fred, George, Ron or Ginny alone in the burrow. The first three couldn’t be trusted to not get into some sort of trouble and they were always a little more protective over Ginny (she was the only girl). However, Percy they knew they could trust. He was definitely the responsible one, already a prefect and surely on his way to being Head Boy. No there was no reason they would ever second guess their decision to let him and (Y/N) stay at the burrow while they took Harry and his siblings to do some last minute shopping at Diagon Alley.

(Y/N) and Percy sat comfortably on the older couch. It was nice to have a little alone time, they’d been ‘dating’ since 3rd year and it was a rare occurrence. Between being young and being at Hogwarts there was little time for romance. “It’s so quiet.” Percy commented on the lack of annoyance coming from his siblings.

“It’s a little weird,” (Y/N) giggled, “We could talk or we could….”

Percy leaned across the couch and planted a kiss on her lips. It was innocent at first, as it always was. Something was a bit different this time though; perhaps it was the knowledge of no interruptions or maybe it was the fact that they’re a good deal older than when their crushes first formed. Either way what was once an innocent kiss turned heated, even more so than the kisses they’d shared occasionally in the common room when everyone else was already in bed. Hands wanders and groped and before Percy even thought about what he was doing, he helped (Y/N) lift her jumper off.

“Percy, mum wants to know if- Oh god!” Fred yelped, and tried to hide a laugh when (Y/N) pushed Percy off of her and scrambled to reapply her sweater. He turned around, “Nevermind! I’ll just tell her you’re busy trying to make her a grandchild!”

(Y/N) and Percy were sure Fred didn’t actually give them up, because Molly and Arthur didn’t seem phased at all. Of course, the two love birds were on edge until they arrived at Hogwarts; it was only then that they were sure Mr. and Mrs. Weasley weren’t plotting some elaborate punishment. Unfortunately, even then things didn’t go back to normal… it was only the first week of school and Percy had barely seen (Y/N) despite both being Gryffindor prefects.

Percy had been making an effort to keep their interactions minimal. That day, back on the couch, something had snapped. She was all he could think about, and the thoughts weren’t rarely innocent. Sure, he thought about it before; it was only natural. They’d been together for a long time and they were both practically adults. Hell, they’d even snogged before, but maybe it was the fact that they’d never been THAT close before, because those thoughts had always been somewhat fleeting or at the very least easily pushed back. Not anymore.

(Y/N) wasn’t stupid. She knew very well he was ignoring her and she had enough of it. She’d stalked right up to him while he was patrolling the corridors, “Percy, we need to talk. Meet me at the prefects bathroom tonight, 6 pm?” It came out more as a question but before Percy even had a chance to tell her that would be highly inappropriate, she had spun around and walked away from him.

Needed to talk? Once Fred and George found out they’d told him clearly he wasn’t good enough in the sack and now she was going to get rid of him. Percy didn’t feel it necessary to correct them, it would probably only result in more teasing, but alas he was worried. Maybe she would want to get rid of him…. he hadn’t exactly been a doting boyfriend as of late. His mind reeled the rest of the evening and by the time he reached the prefects’ bathroom he didn’t even think about it before he whispered the password (pine-fresh) and walked right in. “(Y/N)! I didn’t mean to…”

She was seated comfortably in the elaborate bathtub already, he hair twisted into a neat bun and everything but her bare shoulders covered by the bubbles. She chose to ignore him and get straight to the point, “Percy, I’ve been thinking. Lately you’ve been ignoring me, there’s no need to deny it we both know it’s true. Anyways, it always boils down to that afternoon at your house, when Fred interrupted. Do you regret the direction we were headed?”

“No!” Percy was thankful that (Y/N) was a pretty straight forward person (at least with him). She never made him guess what she was feeling, but that didn’t help him right now. He still had to explain what he felt. “Well, that’s not entirely true. Since that interaction… I’ve had a hard time concentrating around you and I worry that maybe we aren’t on the same page? And now we’re at school so it’s not even possible if by some miracle you did feel the same.”

(Y/N) chuckled at him, “You can be a bit thick at times. Percy… there’s no one around now.”

“But…” No there was not…. but that was probably breaking at least 20 rules all at once. Of course being in here with her then was probably grounds for expulsion now. Maybe he could be a little harsher with some younger students and indirectly deduct some house points from himself…. Percy was struggling to come up with a reason to walk away, “You have a point…”

(Y/N) could see Percy’s mind unraveling, and she felt a little guilty, but they had to deal with this. “I’m not trying to push you into anything, Perce.”

“Could you just… turn around for a moment?” It wasn’t that Percy hadn’t wanted to. He just shouldn’t, and his biggest conundrum was that usually he didn’t want to if it meant he shouldn’t. He supposed he wasn’t too conflicted because when she turned around he quickly shed his clothing, putting them in a neat pile, and slipped into the hot bath water. He settled himself close enough that she could see he was in, but not close enough he was touching her.

(Y/N) smiled softly at him. Cautiously she moved closer to him. Percy’s face was only a few shades lighter than his own hair, “You sure you’re okay, Perce?”

Merlin he hated feeling this way. He was normally quite confident in his skills and abilities. He just hadn’t had the opportunity to perfect this aspect of his life, “Yes. I just haven’t-“

She couldn’t help but laugh. Of course she quickly stopped when she saw he wasn’t amused, “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean like that, really! But we’ve been together since we were kids Percy, I would surely hope not since I haven’t either.”

That was a good point. He didn’t know why that hadn’t crossed his mind. By no means was he no longer nervous, but he was definitely put more at ease, he even chuckled along with her, “You’re right! I don’t know why I didn’t-“

She cut him off by kissing him, hopefully if she caught him while he was acting normal he wouldn’t have a chance to revert to acting so odd. It worked, and Percy melted into the familiarity of her lips. Their lips and tongues moved together and for a moment he’d forgotten about their predicament, until he reached out to grab her and instead of the fabric of her school robe his palms caught her wet bare skin. They paused again for a moment, but that was only for a moment. The desire that they had suppressed since the summer was back full-fold.

(Y/N) pressed herself against Percy and he had to bite back a groan as she rubbed against him. Both of their hands roamed freely without any hinderances of clothes and it was greatly appreciated by both parties. (Y/N) slid her right hand down his chest, delving lower until she captured his hardened shaft in her hand. Any concern she may have had about being too forward disappeared when he moaned into her mouth. She began stroking him, varying the speed of palm based on the reactions it elicited from him.

Percy didn’t know if he could pinpoint exactly what it was that was had him feeling like he’d snuck firewhiskey from the cupboard. It was probably a mixture of hormones, the naked girl in front of him and perhaps Fred and George were right about breaking the rules being fun. Whatever it was had him acting instinctively, and he mimicked his girlfriend to some degree. He reached between her legs and began to tease her as well, when she began bucking her hips against his palm he gave in and dipped his finger inside of her… and then another one.

They became a mess of sloppy kisses and moans, both experimenting with different movements and methods that brought another grunt of approval from their mouths. Until Percy grabbed her hand and brought her to an abrupt stop, “I can’t handle much more of this.”

Wordless (Y/N) guided him to the shallower end of the bath, where the could both sit with the water only reaching right below their chests. Percy tried to focus on the newly exposed flesh while she slid onto him. He laid kisses across her breasts and neck as he waiting for her to adjust to the new feeling that he had to imagine would be much more uncomfortable to her.

(Y/N) gave herself a moment, the experience wasn’t nearly as bad as she has prepared for. Perhaps it was that she had more control in their positions or that she had been properly worked up before hand, but she found it more uncomfortable than anything. With Percy’s mouth and hands distracting her, she began to move her hips, and slowly the uncomfortable feeling phased into a pleasurable one.

It was probably only a few minutes before the slow pace quickened. His hips snapped up to meet hers and it wasn’t long at all before they both gave into the new and intense pleasure, coming undone in each other’s arms.

A goofy grin was on both of their lips and Percy placed a chaste kiss on her forehead, “Wow. Might have to break the rules more often if you’re involved.”

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Flustered [G.W.]

Character: George Weasley

Word Count: 3077

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: “You make my heart skip a beat.” In which Georgie is a chaotic, flustered mess in love with a Hufflepuff chaser.

Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it

A/n: For the lovely Erica - I really hope you enjoy it angel! I may have been working on this all week and rewritten it like three times so I’m hoping I got George being all flustered yet cheeky right 😂

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“Wow, you really like her don’t you,” Fred commented as he watched his twin staring hopelessly at the h/c girl a few metres to his left.

“What?” George snapped out of his daydream just as he walked straight into a pillar, knocking him back on his feet and he groaned in pain as Fred and Lee laughed.

“Might wanna watch where you’re walking instead of staring at Y/n, mate,” Lee joked, watching as George rubbed gingerly at his nose. “Love really is blind, eh George?” Fred sniggered.

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Being Slytherin and Seamus Finnigan’s potions partner and crush would include

It’s a request but sorry, I deleted the message like a dumbass…

Thanks for your request :)

And sorry for the mistakes again… 

Seamus has always observed this girl who was seated two ranges in front of him in potion class. The only thing he knew about her was that she was a Slytherin, judging by the color of her robe 

One day, as Snape was fed up of Dean and Seamus messing together in class, he decided to separate them

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What about that day when Remus called Sirius love for the first time (unintentionally of course) and Sirius turned it into a great drama

Wolfstar - “Love.”

It was a late fall day and the four boys —along with Lily and Marlene— were all laying out on the grass under the trees by the lake. It was a particularly cool day and they had just returned from their Hogsmeade trip. James had suggested that they should spend some time outside since the first and second years were having a small party in their common room. A few other students were spread out along the lawn as well, having picnics and playing games.

James and Sirius had been arguing and wrestling over something that Euphemia had sent to them via owl and Peter was leaned up against a nearby tree talking to Marlene. Remus and Lily were playing chess, and Remus had already won twice in a row so far, much to Lily’s dismay.

As a sudden gust of win came by, Remus let out a shiver. Sirius noticed out of the corner of his eye and immediately rolled out from under James. He rose to his feet and pulled the scarf off from around his neck, wrapping it snuggly around Remus’. The chilled boy looked up at the sudden action and smiled warmly at Sirius, who ruffled a hand through Remus’ hair before turning back around to attack James again.

Lily watched the whole thing with a soft smile on her lips, admiring the sight before her. Whenever Remus finally turned his eyes back to her, he felt a slight heat rise to his cheeks.

“What?”

“Nothing,” Lily grinned, moving her piece on the chess board. “Nothing at all.”

“Lily, what was that look for?” Remus pressed, fingers resting unmoved on one of his pieces, eyeing the smiling girl suspiciously.

“If you fancy him, you should just tell him, ya know?” Lily whispered, careful not to talk loud enough that Sirius might hear.

Remus’ eyes went wide for a moment before crinkling up with a smile. He laughed under his breath, shaking his head slightly.

“I know, it’s just,” Remus sighed, turning his head to watch Sirius pin James to the ground and dangle the package above his head, “I don’t want it to change anything.”

The sound of Lily’s muffled laughter caused Remus to snap his head forward, eyebrows creasing slightly.

“Remus, you two already act like you’re together. And it’s rather obvious that he feels the same way. You could even tell him right now,” Lily shrugs, “I don’t know, just a thought.”

She wasn’t wrong, he and Sirius did act very much like they were together. In fact, most of the school had just assumed they were dating. Their touches always lingered a little too long and their words always sounded a little too sweet. They were more than friends, it was obvious, it’s just that neither one of them ever made the move to talk about it.

Remus stared at her for a moment, chewing over her words. After a little while he nodded, finally moving his piece on the board.

“Alright, I’ll tell him. But later. I need to beat you one more time,” he smirked.

“In your dreams, Lupin.”

Lily narrowed her eyes at him before making her next move. Minutes passed and soon Peter and Marlene had joined them in the grass. Sirius noticed them all gathering together, so he pushed himself off James and they made their way over, too.

Sirius sat down with a thud next to Remus, throwing an arm around him. He rested his chin on top of Remus’ shoulder, head tilting to the side.

“Heya, Moons,” Sirius sighed.

“Oh, hey, love,” Remus mumbled.

Suddenly everyone in the circle when quiet, causing Remus to look up at the lack of noise. When he saw that all eyes were trained on him, he quirked an eyebrow.

“What?” Remus asked.

“I think you broke him, Moony,” James said, eyes wide, pointing to the boy on Remus’ shoulder.

Remus followed James’ finger to come face to face with a blushing, beaming Sirius, eyes staring at him lovingly. Sirius leaned closer, making Remus’ heart pound.

“Say it again,” Sirius grinned.

“Say what?” Remus questioned.

“What you just called me,” Sirius said, “Say it again. I wanna hear you say it again.”

Realization dawned on Remus just a second later and he mentally scolded himself for having been so foolish. He swallowed down the slight lump in his throat and exhaled.

“Hey, love,” Remus said softly.

Sirius fell dramatically back, one hand on his forehead and the other on his chest. Remus jumped at first, but soon relaxed once he understood what Sirius was doing.

“Oh, I think I might die,” Sirius swooned, “Did you hear it, James? Did you hear it? Moony called me love! It’s a dream come true.”

“Pads, stop it,” Remus groaned, his face heating up quickly.

“Never! I’m going to tell everyone,” Sirius smiled, jumping onto his feet, “I must let everyone know that I am Remus Lupin’s love!”

“Damnit, Pads. You’re making a scene!”

A blushing Remus tried to tug on the sleeve of Sirius’ jacket in an attempt to pull him back down. The people around them were starting to stare and Remus just wanted to crawl into a hole and stay there. Their four friends were laughing their heads off at Remus’ despair, earning a death glare from him.

“I am Remus’ love! I am Remus’ love!” Sirius shouted at the top of his lungs.

He stopped when he spotted a fifth year Ravenclaw on a picnic blanket a little bit across the lawn. He recognized him as the same boy who was flirting with Remus at Hogsmeade earlier that day. Yanking Remus up from the ground, Sirius made direct eye contact with the boy.

“I, Sirius Orion Black, am Remus’ love,” he stated, almost mockingly, before grabbing Remus by the face and kissing him square on the lips.

He pulled away a few seconds later and smiled up at Remus before turning on his heel and running across the lawn yelling the same line over and over. Remus stood there frozen, a blushing mess, as James placed a hand on his shoulder.

“He’s always been a little dramatic, hasn’t he?” James chuckled.

“Y-Yeah, just a little,” Remus nodded.

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Can you write something with George Weasley and his S/O’s first week of living together and what it’s like living with George?

This one is v soft and I gotta admit that I love it

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“Okay, I’m pissed,” George and Y/N looked up from where they were cuddling on the sofa in the living room of the cramped flat that the three of them shared. Y/N raised her eyebrows at Fred who was watching them, having just come in from the kitchen.

“What’s up, Freddie?” She asked.

“You two - I was certain you’d be out of the Honeymoon phase the moment that you started living with George and realised what a pig he actually is,” Fred huffed, placing down a tray of teas onto the coffee table and flinging himself onto the other sofa.

“Freddie, sweetheart, you’re the messy one,” Y/N pointed out gently and Fred rolled his eyes.

“That’s beside the point,” Fred claimed and  George laughed, nuzzling closer to Y/N, his nose brushing her neck, tickling her and causing her to giggle. “I just mean you’re sickeningly sweet,” Fred groaned, his nose scrunched up in distaste towards the couple and guilt pooled in the pit of Y/N’s stomach from his words.

“I thought you didn’t mind me moving in with you,” Y/N worried, shifting nervously on George’s lap but he tightened his hold on her, picking up on her desire to move away from him and now allowing her to, just on account of his brother’s moanings.

“He doesn’t really mind,” George insisted. “He’s just being a twat.”

“I am not being a twat!” Fred exclaimed, an offended expression on his face. Fred sighed when he saw the nervous look on Y/N’s face and shook his head. “But I don’t mind you living with us Y/N. I mean, George would probably be unbearable if I had to spend all that time alone with him,” George went to make a snarky retort but Fred spoke over him, a cheeky grin on his face. “Besides, you do wash my pants for me so…”

“And she made breakfast this morning,” George reminded his twin, pressing his lips to Y/N’s shoulder, grinning when she gave a contented sigh and relaxed back in his arms.

“Yes, you did make pancakes this morning,” Fred agreed. “But I could do without the overload of PDA,” he added.

“We’re not that bad,” George protested and Fred raised a quizzical, amused eyebrow at George and Y/N’s current position. “Whatever, you’re just bitter,” George scoffed, but a light dusting of pink covered his cheeks.

“Bitter?” Fred squawked in disbelief. “About what?”

“That you’re single and lonely.” 

“George, honey, I’m not entirely sure antagonising him is the best idea,” Y/N mused, trying her best to bite back her grin.

“I’m just telling him the truth,” George said in a falsely innocent voice.

“You know what - Y/N can stay and you can move out,” Fred declared, standing up from his seat and flipping off his twin, but he was grinning madly as he did it.

“Then who’s gonna run the business with you?” George laughed.

“I reckon I’d make a pretty good Weasley twin,” Y/N said, winking at Fred when George let out a cry of indignation.

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Sirius always saying "I love you" to James while James is asleep because he thinks James loves Lily or whatever, then James catches him and sets things straight and they get together. Lots of cuddles and hugs please

Sirius knew that James loved him. If them being best mates for the past six years hadn't done it, James being happy to take him in when he ran away would have done it. The way James looked at him made it clear that Sirius was important to him. The fact that they spent so much time together when it would've been easier to get some time apart rather than force it? Yeah, it was pretty obvious. 

And you know, James said it all the damn time. 

Sometimes it was casual and mostly joking like when Sirius would give him the last chocolate frog in the dorm, but most of the time, James was serious when he said it. He said it all the buggering time like he thought Sirius was going to forget. That wouldn't be an issue, except Sirius knew how James meant it when he said it: you're my best friend. Being James's best friend wasn't anything to sniff at, and Sirius loved every moment of it, but he sure as fuck wouldn't have minded if James meant it in a less platonic way. Sure, Sirius wouldn't make the best boyfriend, but he'd be... decent. James didn't seem to care that he was a half-arse friend, so he probably wouldn't mind that Sirius would be the same as a boyfriend. 

But all of that was going with the assumption that James would be interested if Sirius brought it up, and that wasn't true. He didn't need to fucking spill his guts to know it was the truth because Lily was right there. Lily and her perfect fucking her and her sodding lack of detention and her... y'know, being a woman where Sirius was definitely not and James was only interested in women. Merlin, James had only ever been interested in Lily, not even other girls. So Sirius really didn't stand a chance. And he wasn't going to take a risk and tell him because things would get awkward and Sirius wouldn't get near as many hugs. He needed those hugs; they weren't something he was willing to gamble. 

The first night Sirius stayed in the Potter's house, James slept in the same bed as him, no questions asked and no resistance given. Sirius was pretty sure he would've shaken apart if James's arms hadn't been around him, keeping him together. The second night, he wanted to pretend like he was fine, but James saw through that in a second. 

After a week though, Sirius began to feel like he was taking advantage. They'd stopped sharing a bed when they felt like they were too grownup for it, so Sirius knew they needed to have a conversation about this. "You don't have to keep doing this," Sirius said when it was time to get to sleep and James didn't make a move to leave for his own room. 

"Doing what?" 

"Staying with me. It's not like I have nightmares that you need to talk me through or summat. I'll be fine if you wanted to go back to your own bed." 

James blinked at him. "Do you... want me to stop?" 

Sirius shrugged instead of answering, because James always seemed to be able to tell when he was lying. 

"Oh. Er, okay. Good night then, I guess," James said, hugging him and then leaving. 

Sirius let out a breath when the door closed and told himself that he was relieved. He'd gotten used to sleeping next to James after a week of it, so it was hard falling asleep. Every little sound jolted him back to wakefulness, and it took him ages to get comfortable again. His door opened and closed, and then there was the sound of covered feet shuffling over to his bed. Sirius blearily peeked one eye open and saw James yawning widely. 

"I couldn't sleep," he grumbled. "Budge over." He crawled in, shoving his face between Sirius's shoulder blades. 

It only took a minute for James's breathing to even out as he fell asleep. The extra warmth and the weight of another body on the mattress next to him made him feel more even, and Sirius closed his eyes, feeling like he'd actually be able to get to sleep. "I love you," he whispered. It was the first time he'd said that aloud since realising what he felt for James wasn't entirely innocent. There was something freeing about hearing it, like a weight had been lifted from his chest. He let that sensation fill his mind, and he finally drifted off to sleep. 

*

The next night was similar. They went to their separate bedrooms to sleep, and after a little while, James would come into his room so they could actually get some rest. After that, they didn't bother. James went to his room at the beginning of the night, and Sirius didn't suggest that they each sleep in their own rooms again-- clearly, it hadn't worked. 

He started telling James that he loved him every night. He had to be careful to wait until James had fallen asleep, but it was nice to say, all the same. It almost felt like they were dating like that, with Sirius saying it so they could end the night on a sweet note. He angsted about it when the sun was up, but at night, he just let himself enjoy it. He'd tell James that he loved him when he was too deep asleep to hear it, and every time the next day, he would feel bad about it. James was his best friend, and Sirius should be thankful for everything he did for him instead of craving more. James was head over heels for Lily, and it would only serve to make James feel all guilty if he had to tell Sirius that he didn't feel the same way. 

He was almost happy with the way things were, and as long as he kept his feelings to himself, it would be okay. 

*

It was not okay. 

Sirius got too comfortable. He stopped being as careful as he should've been. James had only been half-asleep when Sirius said it, and there was no amount of trying to cover his arse that would make James think he was joking. 

James's eyes were open but only a little. He was looking at nothing in particular, and he wasn't moving away from Sirius at all. "Yeah mate, I love you too." He yawned widely, making a noise of contentment when it was done. 

Sirius's heart was beating rapidly in his chest, almost making it hard to breathe. He'd said it. James had heard it. Nothing bad happened. Shaking, he blew out a breath. "Yeah. No big deal." 

James yawned again, smaller this time, and closed his eyes, settling in to get to sleep. 

If he were smart, he'd let it go and they'd fall asleep. But Sirius never had been very smart, and he was about to push his luck. "James?" 

"Mm?" 

"Do you still love Lily?" 

"You tell your mates this when you're eleven and they never let it go," James grumbled. 

"Give me a straight answer." 

James snorted. "No. Not in love with her. Never have been unless you think having a crush on someone really really pretty counts as being in love." 

"It doesn't." 

"Then definitely no." He smushed his face half against Sirius's chest and half into the bed. 

"I thought-" Sirius started to say automatically, then cut himself off. 

The sharp stop made James pull back and blink up at him. "Thought what?" 

"Well." Sirius shifted uncomfortably. It made him get closer to James, which was not what he'd meant to do. "I thought you were in love with her." 

"Yeah no. Really, Si? I thought you were taking the piss all these years." 

"Yeah that's why." 

"Huh, good to know." James yawned again, then went back to his former position. "I thought you were all uncomfortable with me fancying you, but you've been pretty good about it." 

"You what?" 

James pulled back enough to look him in the face, then he shrugged and went back. "Yeah but look, can you panic about it tomorrow? I'm really tired." 

"I-" No he couldn't wait to think about this. This was the biggest thing to ever happen in his life-- except for maybe getting disowned, but like, he'd never really wanted to be a part of the Black Family anyways-- and James wanted him to put it on hold until tomorrow. The truth was though, that Sirius was really tired. If he was going to get everything he'd ever wanted, he should be awake enough to enjoy it. "Yeah alright," he agreed. He kissed the top of James's head. "Love you." 

"Love you too," James mumbled. 

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“We’re dating, right?” Sirius asked over breakfast. 

“We can be,” James said neutrally, but it was obvious what answer he was hoping for. 

“Bugger off with your nice shite, James. We’re dating and there’s nothing you can do about it.” It was a rather aggressive hug, but James was grinning when he hugged him back, so it’s not as though it was a problem. 

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A Classic Weasley Scheme

Fred Weasley x reader

synopsis: Fred asks you for an odd favor at the beginning of Summer holiday. Against your better judgement, you agree. 

word count: 3.7k

warnings: nothing, maybe some swearing? I actually don’t remember. 

Fred Weasley was walking purposefully across the grounds toward you and you did not like the look on his face.

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