#fleur delacour x y/n

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gorgeous | fleur delacour x reader

song; gorgeous [taylor swift] pairing; fleur delacour x gender neutral!french-speaking!reader genre; s2l, light angst, fluff word count; 1,3k timeline; goblet of fire warnings; swearing, (underage) alcohol consumption summary; you, like everyone else, were drawn to the part-veela fleur delacour when beauxbatons visited, only she thought that you hated her because you made it your mission to avoid her

a/n; i have no idea if fleur fanfiction is popular but she seemed like the only correct choice for this song!

a/n 2; also i think my favourite explanation for fleur's grandmother being full veela despite veela only being women (which opens the question of how do they reproduce), is that half of veela are transwomen, allowing for reproduction in a way that jk rowling would despise :)

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"you are so gorgeous, it makes me so mad."

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Beauxbatons: the French school for witchcraft and wizardry, full of angelic students dressed in white and baby blue. At least, that was the impression you got when they first arrived at Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament.

Of course, one stood out more than the others - and that was before she was picked as Beauxbatons' representative in the competition. The part-veela Miss Fleur Delacour was a sight for sore eyes: her beauty was radiant in a way that no human could achieve, but you could live without that level of beauty as long as you could admire hers.

Her friendship group had taken to yours in the first weeks of the year, and you wish you could say that you hadn't given Fleur a bad impression. Except, you had, as all you did was avoid her: avoid her gaze, avoid her conversation starters, avoid her presence. Silence was your primary virtue as of late, and your friends were becoming both concerned and pissed with you.

"Y/N, stop being so rude to Fleur, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Pranpiya snapped as you sat in your house common room.

"Merlin, Pran, this is Y/N we're talking about, I'm sure they have a perfectly reasonable explanation," Darla said, sitting by you, "Right?"

You chewed on your lip, feeling your heart twist as the thought of Fleur's golden locks flashed across your mind.

In your silence, Pranpiya scoffed, "I never took you for a bitch."

Your eyes widened in alarm.

"Pran, tone it down," Darla snapped, "Y/N, I can see you have something to say. Please say it."

"She's so gorgeous," you mumbled, "I can't say anything to her face."

Realisation quickly dawned on both Pranpiya and Darla's faces.

"You don't hate her," the former said slowly, "You fancy her."

You nodded hesitantly, hating the aching absence of words that followed the newfound shared understanding.

"Well, avoiding her won't make her your girlfriend," Pranpiya said suddenly, "Talk to her, ask her out."

You shook your head hurriedly, "I can't. Her beauty is intimidating."

***

It was your charms class that was now taken up by a lot of Beauxbatons students, including Fleur. She didn't sit next to you, instead next to one of her French friends, though that didn't stop interactions from occurring.

You had gotten to class early and had been instructed to hand out the textbooks by Flitwick, finding yourself zoned out as you completed the task. Alas, you being mentally absent led you to bump into someone else, causing the stack of books in your arms to fall to the ground, narrowly missing your feet.

"Ah, pardon, sorry," that terrifyingly familiar voice exclaimed, crouching down to help gather the books up.

You remained silent, as the blood in your veins had ran cold with irrational fear.

"Here," she handed the stack back over to you, making you gulp as you fumbled to get the life back into your limbs.

"Thanks," you muttered, quickly walking away to continue with the task.

"Y/N," she called from behind you, causing you to freeze again.

"Can we talk after class?" you couldn't see her expression, but her eyebrows were furrowed.

You inhaled deeply, "Can't. Sorry."

***

The celebrations after the first Triwizard event were massive, including many secretive parties in the house common rooms. You were invited to one, and you were amazed to see people from a variety of houses all in one house quarters for the first time. Someone had obtained alcohol - you didn't know who, but you were grateful, since the party you were at was the same as the one Fleur was attending and you needed liquid courage.

"I mean look at her, why does she walk with such poise? Who does she think she is?" you slurred, the fire whiskey in your glass sloshing about.

Pranpiya side-eyed you, "I get you're hurting, babe, but you're being mean."

"I think we need to cut off the alcohol, we haven't even been here half an hour and you're twatted," Darla said, forcefully removing the glass from your grip.

"No, don't do this to me, Darla," you whined, admitting defeat nonetheless.

"I'm worried about you, Y/N, you-" but you cut Darla off.

"Oh, look! It's the Weasley twins. I'm gonna go talk to the Weasley twins."

Your friends couldn't stop you, and simply watched in amazement as your usually introverted self started chatting enthusiastically with anyone who looked your way. Anyone, of course, expect Fleur, who had been looking at you longingly from a distance.

Eventually, she had enough of your uncalled for silent treatment, and walked up to you, delicately touching your hand to get your attention. You jumped a bit, looking to see who the culprit was, only to make eye contact with the most gorgeous woman you had ever seen.

"Y/N, please may we talk?" she asked, and in your drunken stupor, you finally agreed.

She sighed with relief, and dragged you over to a quiet corner.

"Why do you ignore me? What did I do?" she asked, her face in a frown.

"You should take it as a compliment," you slurred.

"What? What do you mean?"

"Yes, you do, look at you," you replied, the little sober voice in the back of your mind screaming for you to shut up, "You're so gorgeous."

She appeared taken aback, "Merci, but why? Why does zat make you ignore me?"

"You intimidate me," you pouted, "You make me angry with the things you make me feel."

Her ocean blue eyes were pinned on yours after your confession, and you had this overwhelming sensation that you might be sinking and drowning in that moment.

"I do not get it," she sighed, "Je pensais que tu me détestais."

"I do, I mean," you scrambled to find the words, "You're so cool, it makes me hate you, I-"

She stared at you with widened eyes, "You understood me?"

You nodded, "Il n'y a rien que je déteste plus que ce que je peux pas avoir."

Fleur stood still for a few moments, "Why would you zink you cannot have me?"

"Well, 'cause- you're you! And I'm... me."

She shook her head, quickly darting forward to peck your lips. "Je te kiffe."

You remained in shock for a good few seconds, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

"You will come to ze Yule Ball wiz me, yes?" she asked hopefully.

With your brain still buffering, you slowly nodded your head, making her beam.

"Ah, perfect!" she grabbed your hand, interlocking your fingers, "You are so gorgeous, too, you know? You should not have zought you had no chance wiz me."

"But, I-"

"No, none of zat," she said dismissively, "I have liked you since ze moment I met you, it hurt so much zat you seemed to not like me."

"I'm sorry," you mumbled, "You just make my heart hurt."

"But zat can be a good zing, no?"

Hesitantly, you bobbed your head.

"I want to try zis wiz you, please let me."

"Okay," you said quietly, "Let's try."

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written; 02/11/2022 —> 06/11/2022 published; 07/11/2022 edited; —/—/——

taglist; @workinatdapyramid

[delacoursshp]

Hii I came across your fred fic and i have to say that it was really amazing ! I saw that you were taking requests and i was wondering if you were down to write either a victor krum smut where the reader is close to the golden trio and a bit jealous of the relationship him and Hermione have, but ends up being invited to the Yule Ball by Viktor, or a brother's best friend smut fic with Fred where the reader is Ron's best friend and stays a lot at the Burrow and secretely becomes Fred's gf but get caught by Ron and are forced to reveal their relationship.

Have a nice day, sorry if there's any mistakes, english isnt my first language !

oh myy dayss. i love both ideas! i chose the viktor krum smut bc my boy needs more attention. i think this is longer then i wanted it to be, i got carried away😭 but here you go love!

viktor krum x fem reader

"my jealous girl."

- use of y/n, jealous reader, reader is friends with the golden trio, both are of age, yule balllll😍😍

warnings: smut, 18+, doggy, oral (f receiving), rough but loving viktor, love-making, dirty-talk bc we need to hear our mans sexy accent.

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you were sat with your friends, neville, seamus, harry, ron and hemione; the 4 boys were gawping at the triwizard cup. you rolled your eyes at them, and you started a rather hateful conversation about mrs trelawney with hermione.

you never really found the triwizard cup that interesting; yeah, it was cool and yeah, anyone who won the cup would be one of the bravest people alive, but whatever.

a lot of people entered the entrance hall, admiring the blue object. one particular figure caught your eye. the buff, burly yet skinny visitor; viktor krum. your eyes stayed glued on him. yesterday, when he first made his appearance at hogwarts, before you even knew he was an amazing quidditch player, you already had a big crush on him. he was exactly your type. for a split second, his deadly eyes caught yours too. he savagely strutted towards the cup, stepping inside of the age circle.

he dropped what looked like a small piece of paper into the cup, and an enormous flame flew upwards, calmed down and his mates were cheering.

viktor smirked proudly; it looked like his eyes were fixated on you again. you almost blushed, and glanced at hermione, who was smiling at someone opposite of her. following her eyes, you saw viktor again, who was now smiling a lot brighter, and winked at.. hermione? the two didn't break eyecontact, until fred and george caught everyones attention.

you felt a sort of unease rise up within you. it felt like an itch, that you were unable to scratch, or a knot in the stomach that wouldn't let go. the feeling wouldn't go away, and you started to feel like it was becoming visible on your face.

you stood up, muttering a 'see you later' to your friends and hurrying off to the gryffindor dormitory.

you sat down on one of the scarlet red sofa's, grabbing a book and began "reading", although the book was held upside down. your face was heating up, your brows were furrowing and your nostrils stood flared. why hadn't hermione told you something was going on between her and krum? or was there even something going on? well it certainly seemed so didn't it?

tumultuous thoughts relentlessly raced through your head. your grip on the book hardened so much, the pages started ripping.

the bell rang.

you almost forgot that you still had one last lesson today. you dropped the book on the floor and rushed to your next class. everyone was already seated, and you went to sit next to hermione, who was sat behind ron and harry. she looked at you as though worried, as you were taking your books out of your bag.

"y/n, are you alright? you dissapeared just like that, earlier." she had this merciful expression glued on her face, and you smiled and muttered 'fine, i'm fine' to relieve the tension from her sad face, but you also still felt uneasy being in the presence of someone who possibly liked someone you did too.

once the lesson had finished, you stuffed your books and -about the 7th time this day- a work sheet into your bag. you immediately walked off. "hey- y/n! wait up, will you?" ron yelled. great, you thought. just perfect. hermione was the first out of three to catch up with you. "are you sure you're fine?" she asked. you sighed.

"hermione, what is between you and krum?" you spit spontaneously. she looked at you as if flabbergasted, then said, "well, me and viktor are kind of, you know, dating."

'what?' you thought.

"right." you replied blankly, nothing else could come out. they're together? this only made that irritating storm inside you worse, like you were about to puke.

you walked with the three of them to the dorms, staying quiet. on the way, you glanced at one of the yule ball posters. 'now who am i gonna ask?' you thought. of course, there were lots of other boys willing to ask you. but you didn't care. you thought you had a chance with viktor. how stupid, too. of course he'd already have someone, considering his reputation.

you realized the four of you stood before the fat lady, who was whining about something that sounded like 'that longbottom child.' hermione muttered the password and she, ron and harry stepped in, except for you.

"actually, guys, you go ahead. i'm just gonna go fetch neville, he's probably stuck again somewhere." you lied. they nodded in agreement and hermione yelled 'bye!' as the painting closed. the fat lady looked confused at your presence. "my dear, i've already let you in. i don't suppose i have to-"

"no, i'm going." you spoke quickly, not being able to bare another one of her rants.

you made your way down the frustrating stairs. instead of actually fetching a probably struggling neville somewhere, you went to the triwizard cup. you just stared at it, the blue light radiating on your skin. there were barely any people here, most of them still had lessons to attend.

you rested your head on your hand, focusing on the blue flames, waiting for anything to happen; even if it was the most impossible thing ever; viktor krum asking you to the ball.

just then, viktor entered the hall. great. he sat down next to you. you avoided his eyes, but your breathing was far from slow. it was awkward, but comforting. having him close to you. sad that nothing more than that could ever happen, as you wouldn't betray your friend.

then, viktor inhaled. a shaky, sort of inhale. "y/n" he spoke.

'y/n? as in, me?' you thought.

"what?" you said, still avoiding his gaze. it wasn't supposed to come off rude, but you just couldn't look at him. he sighed, in a nervous way, then spoke words you'd never thought would come out of those beautiful lips.

"y/n, would you like to go to the yule ball with me?"

you gasped softly, eyes widened and immediately averting your gaze from the cup, to viktor. of course you wanted to say yes, but what about hermione? you were truly confused. so he wasn't going to ask his own girlfriend?

"viktor," it felt weird to say his name infront of viktor himself. "what about hermione?"

viktor pursed his lips, "we are no longer something. i broke it off with her just now. she was pretty, yes, but i do not want her. i've always wanted you. i know you want me too, right? i see it whenever i am with hermione. your face goes murderous."

you laughed in embarrassment. "oh, please. i don't want you that bad."

"sure, y/n. but... what is it? yes or no?"

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"it's okay, y/n. it really is. he apologized. though you should've told me earlier that you liked him!" hermione assured. you had told hermione everything about what happend. her reaction was relieving.

"i know! i still feel bad, though. who are you going with?" you asked. you truly felt bad that viktor just ended it with her like that. hermione grinned. "oh, no worries, i've got someone." she said mysteriously. you both let out loud laughter at her tone of voice.

"'mione! c'mon, tell me!" you begged. "well, he's a hufflepuff, brunette, handsome. good at quidditch." she whispered. you thought deeply. hufflepuff.. brunette.. good at qui- "DIGGORY?" you gasped. hermione shushed you while chuckling and nodding her head. "we're both some lucky girls, aren't we?"

bang! the door slammed open.

"hermione! y/n! we've already found dates!" it was ron, harry next to him. "i suppose you haven't yet. that's okay, you can take eachother!" he teased, both boys chuckling. "i think all the best guys are unavailable by now-"

"mind you, ron, we've already gotten dates. the best ones, too." you said, grinning.

hermione laughed at rons dumbfounded expression.

"what? who?" ron squeaked.

"i told you, the best ones." you repeated, giggling with hermione.

"pfft, alright then, don't tell me! like i care!" ron said angrily before storming off, a smirking harry behind him, looking back at you and hermione.

you winked at harry then playfully shoo'ed him away with your hand.

"atleast harry got it."

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it was the day of the yule ball. everywhere you went was excited murmuring; girls talking about dresses, boys sharing which girl they were gonna take, and even staff giggling happily.

the lessons were shortened to give students more time to get ready for the ball. once all the lessons finished, you, hermione and ginny rushed to the girls dorm to get ready. hermione wore a beautiful, soft pink gown, a light tint of red lipstick, and her hair done in a glossy, tight hairstyle; your almost empty, abandoned bottle of sleekeazy's hair potion finally came in handy.

ginny was also allowed to go, since she's been asked by neville. she wore a white-beige dress with a gorgeous tiara.

then there was you, you were wearing a long, tight, glimmering dress that revealed your back, neck and shoulders. your hair sat loose, shining. you haven't ever felt prettier.

the three of you admired eachother and giggled, before making your way to the ball.

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you were greeted by viktor, who was wearing a red suit of rough material. "you are beautiful." he said. you smiled up at him as he offered you his hand. you took it, and the both of you walked off to the ballroom with the other contestants and their dates.

after a while of dancing, viktor suddenly took your hand and walked to an empty, faraway space in the ballroom. "viktor, wh-" he shushed you with a deep kiss before you could finish your sentence. his hand crept up your waist and you leaned into his touch. the kiss ended rather difficult and sloppily, since both of you didn't want it to stop.there was a moment of just examining eachothers facial features, lust and need filling the air so quick, that your pants were being heard. your heart was beating so fast you were sure viktor could hear it.

"come on." he said, and you had no choice as he brought his arm around your waist and forced your steps to follow his.

"viktor, are you sure we can just leave the ball like that-"

"shh. in here." he said firmly. he pulled you into a barely lit, small messy room. it looked like an abandoned cupboard. your eyes wandered around the room for a second before viktor had you by the waist again, connecting his wet lips to yours once again.

it didn't take long for his rough hands to slide down to your butt. he squeezed the perfectly round cheeks, making you whimper into his mouth. he kissed you harder, deeper. you backed up on instinct. he followed, still in the what seemed like an endless make-out session. your back was now against the door, and viktor snaked his hand behind your back, easily unzipping your dress. you broke the kiss, gasping for air. viktor now had his attention on sliding your dress off, slowly. teasing.

"viktor.." you whined. it was supposed to be warning, but it came out desperate. and you were. who could blame you, when his lips felt that good.

he bent his head forwards licking a stripe up your throat and then kissing around your earlobe. he sucked on a spot by your jawline, making you let out a high-pitched gasp. "i love your little noises." he whispered into your neck. your dress finally fell off, leaving you in your bra and panties.

"ohh, fuuck." viktor mumbled, as he raised his head from your neck, eyeing your body. you automatically moved your arms to cover up yourself, but viktor grabbed both of your wrists with one hand and held them above your head.

"don't do that. you are perfect." he said, his other hand playing with the waistband of your underwear. you thrusted your hips forward, impatiently waiting for him to give you something.

he chuckled at your antics. he slid your underwear off and turned you around. your hands clawed at the door material, as krums back locked you tightly to the door. you heard the faint sound of a belt buckle unlocking, and you let out a sigh of relief. viktor smacked your butt one last time, making you squeal. you cursed your current position for not being able to see how his pants and boxers slid off. he teased your entrance with the tip of his cock, swirling it around the little hole.

"viktor, please." you softly said. viktor chuckled darkly, kissed the back of your neck and held your wrists behind your back. he entered you slowly, the both of you moaning in unison. he stopped at the hilt, pulled away fully, then pushed back inside completely, making you cry out.

"so sexy." he moaned, biting at your neck. he started a slow, passionate pace, which didn't last long. you gasped loudly as he sped up, faster and faster, until wet skin-slapping noises were to be heard.

your moans did not only increase in volume, but in amount as viktor let go of your wrists to hold your throat tightly. your head now fell completely limp onto his shoulders, eyes shut. his other hand moved to your bra, clicking it open and letting it fall off.he played with your breasts, in a way they jiggled every now and then. "fuck, viktor! don't stop.." you screamed, not caring as the music from the ball was far too loud for anyone to hear you.

"thaaat's it. cum on my cock, beautiful." his words sent shivers down your spine, one in particular that sent shockwaves to your core.

he retreated his hand from your tits, lowering it to your thigh. he squeezed the flesh before lifting it up so he was tip was probing at your cervix.

"oh god- ah!" your voice was barely working anymore, as you were close to your orgasm and mainly because of viktor grip on your throat. "i'm, i'm-"

"go on." he said, his voice sounding strained. "please, baby." this sent you over the edge. you shook and choked on your own moans. the feeling was nothing like you had ever felt before. with the little strength you had, you reached for viktors hair and held onto it, to express your gratitude. he grunted in amazement, once again placing kisses along your jawline as you came down from your high. "my jealous girl."

your legs felt like jelly, so viktor muttered a spell that shoved the junk away to a corner of the room, making space for you to lay down. he picked you up and followed you down onto the floor. he was placing kisses all over your body, making you sigh in sensitivity. then he reached your stomach, licking around your navel and kissing it. tiredly, you smiled at him. he grabbed your legs and moved them just slightly upwards, making you wince. viktor then stuck his tongue out, before letting it dissapear into your cunt. "oh, viktor." you moaned.

the new level of overstimulation made you squirm and gasp for air. it felt so good, but it was too much. he licked you clean, his tongue swirling around the bundle of nerves, and dancing along your entrance.

"hmmhh.." was all you could let out, as he finished with a kiss to the clit, and sat up on his knees.

viktor watched you intently as you got up on your elbows, too exhausted to move any other muscle in your body.

"look what you did, krum." you said playfully. he just smiled in return, looking rather proud.

"next time, you reward me for it, yes?"

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a/n: no bc, LOWKEY in love rn. i love love loveeee this idea, and i'm so grateful i got to write this. anywayss, hope you enjoyed! <33

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- sincerely,

@delacoursshp

[cherry-pop-elf]

Every Perfect Curve

George Weasley x Chubby Reader

You had given birth to your sweet little Freddy a while ago. While finally having a moment to yourself, you can’t help but feel self conscious that you haven’t ’bounced back’ like so many others have. George is there to remind you that you are just stunning. Even if you never ‘bounce back’ as they say

Warnings: 16+, Body Dysphoria, Trans Masc coded but over all discussion of weight gain, flirting, sexual content ((no sex)) nursing, postpartum, After The Deathly Hallows Content, Pregnancy

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“This used to fit-!” You sniffled, as you were fighting with your body. Trying so hard to get your pants on. You haven’t worn pants since your second trimester. You wanted to wear pants again, but it doesn’t seem like that will happen. You couldn’t even get them past your thighs. It was so frustrating, how much weight you had gained.

“Jellybean, you just had a baby. You think Mum is built like a string bean like the kids she popped out?” George tried to explain, as he was undoing his suit jacket. So happy to have the work day done with, and finally spend some time with his family. You, little Freddy, and Bill with his own pregnant wife.

Since after the war, Bill figured to return back to Gringotts. Stable job, close to George, well paying, and those goblins actually gave him medically paid vacation leave for every time the week of the full moon was coming. It was perfect. Also, he won’t lie, was nice to have a part time job at WWW. Everything was perfect, besides well….The hormones.

“But she had seven kids! I just had one-!” You sniffled. Luckily, George was a fourth kid of seven. He knows a thing or two about someone with hormones. Especially ones with postpartum. Molly had caught some after Ron, funny enough. He knew not to poke the bear, too much.

Before he could stop you, you were already crying. “I’m so fat-! Look at my chest! Look at my thighs! I’m covered in stretch marks, and I can’t wear clothes right anymore! I’m bigger than a inflatus charm! How can you even stand the sight of me?!” You sobbed, as those hormones were just destroying your head space. He let you scream it out, having long since casted a silencing charm on your shared bedroom. Just letting you scream it out. Better out than in.

“Jellybean-“ He cooed, as he would leave himself in his dress shirt now. He would sneak behind you, and wrapped his arms around your stomach. Happily tracing over your stretch marks, and resting his head on yours. Just looking into the mirror, and seeing you struggle. Wet tears and all. He didn’t see what you saw. He saw someone he loved. Every inch of you was devine. Every stretch mark, roll, and sag. That was you.

“Jeans are uncomfortable anyway.” He tried to joke with you, as he scratched his finger on the rough denim. Going to make a disgusted face at the texture. Despite your tears, you couldn’t stop your smile. Damn him. He always found a way. You hated how he made you smile, as you now over thought. Were you crying for attention now? Were you making a big deal out of nothing? Luckily, your husband was quick to distract you from such scary thoughts.

“Come on. You like my pants anyway.” He added. Given how tall he was, the fabric was able to stretch around you easier. You didn’t even have a chance to argue, before he found a pair of his old pajama pants. You figured not to fight him, and soon sat on the edge of the bed. He pulled the jeans off, and helped you into the old soft fabric. Just pampering you. Kissing those newly soft features, and admiring you. Kissing that belly, that took care of your shared little boy. Admired those thighs, and appreciated those stretch marks from that hard working body.

“Much better?” He asked, as they were able to properly fit. Given the height, there was plenty of fabric over your stomach. Enough to even pull the plaid high enough to not drag on the ground. He even worked on making sure you had some nice warm socks, so you didn’t get chilly. Making sure you were as cared for as you deserved.

“Shut up.” You huffed, but he knew you were just frustrated with your body. He knew what that was like. Losing an ear sure makes life hell. If anyone can relate to hating your own body, it’s him. He would let you be frustrated, as he tried to make sure you were comfortable. Seems your top wouldn’t be next, as you two heard noises from the living room.

“ACK-! FLEUR HELP-!” Bill shouted, followed by the devious giggles of your son. Next were the sweet giggles of the Half Veela, as she was most likely working on saving her partial werewolf groom. The giggles of your son gave you a brief smile, but your eyes were on your body again.

“Hey, look at me-“ George would soon cup your face, so to make sure you stopped looking at yourself. “You have a body of a mother, a parent. All this squish was used to make sure our little boy was born happy and healthy.” He tried to reassure you, with a kiss to your lips. With his face with yours, he reached to his dress shirt. He took it off, and soon slipped it on you. He left it unbuttoned, so your sore breasts didn’t get more irritated. Yet still feel somewhat covered.

“And these-“ He gently touched said breasts, making sure to not irritated your sore nipples. “These are big because someone here eats like a Weasley. Playing with them more than me! That little bugger-“ And you laughed. He got you to laugh, and he was grinning with pride.

Speaking of hungry, a shrill cry was soon from the living room. “He eats like a Weasley alright-“ You sighed, but felt a bit more confident now. He was right. You were big because Freddy needed a lot of nutrients. Your breasts were large because he needed to eat a lot. Your body was built for your son to thrive. Being squishy wasn’t so bad. Right?

The both of you were quick to come to your living room, and soon seen Bill trying his best to distract Freddy from his hungry belly. Tickling him, and making little animal sounds. That seemed to entertain the little ginger, as he cooed. Fleur was even doing the same, as she sat with him. The wolf, and the harpy. Chirps and barks.

“His first words are going to be growls, knock it off-!” George would, playfully, say. That made them look over. Bill was quick to cover his eye, given the other one was blind, as to give you privacy. Despite the fact he had seen you nurse before. You still appreciated the gesture, regardless.

“Oh hush-“ Fleur tsked, before she would hoist herself up. Using the side of the couch for support, as so to make sure you had all the space on the couch to feed your son on. You wanted to tell her she didn’t have to, but she was in that Tri Wizard Tournament for a reason. She knows how to be strong.

“Come here, sweetie-“ You shushed, as Bill handed you your son. Those big eyes of his just glowing, and his chubby little fingers reaching for you. Your eyes, and George’s hair. Such a sweet thing. Seeing those chubby hands made you think about your chubby figure. Much like he will, you’ll out grow yours one day. If not? Well, least you know you’ll use it to make sure your son is taken care of. Because that soft body was soothing his upset stomach already. Just snuggled into your warm breasts.

“When will I get a turn?” George asked, as you smacked his shoulder. “Hey-!” He whined, as you rolled your eyes. You would soon be on the couch, and brought your legs up. Left to rest in your husbands lap, as Bill got you some pillows for your back. Your husband rubbing your feet, as you let Freddy nurse. Gentle with his fluffy ginger hair, and admiring him.

“Oh he is so handsome-“ Fleur cooed, as she watched. She was due any time now, as well. Having her watch you nurse was very useful for her. That also made you feel better. If you didn’t get so chubby, Fleur wouldn’t get to see what would happen with her. To see how much it helps with her soon to be child. Maybe being larger wasn’t as ugly as you thought. There was so much beauty in it. Beauty in using what you had to help others.

“Hungry thing.” Bill snorted, as his wife gently smacked his own arm. “If not for the hair, that appetite says Weasley all over it.” George echoed. You rolled your eyes, as your son kept nursing away. Needing to stuff his belly full. Was ages, but he finally was satisfied. With a cloth over your shoulder, you would gently burp him.

“He’s picking up signlaguge so quickly. Swear he will be better at it than me before he’s even two-!” George scoffed, but those eyes were sparkling. He was proud of his smart baby boy. “And soon French-“ Fleur echoed. “Arabic ain’t that bad-“ Bill tagged in. “And of course Romanian.” You vouched for Charlie. “Smart ass baby.” George snorted, before you kicked his thigh.

This moment was soothing. All just parents, together, with your children. Gentle learning for Fleur, and comfort. George was right. Your body was built for something. It was built to take care of your baby boy, and help Fleur learn how to treat her own baby. Being chubby wasn’t a sin. Just as much as being skinny and muscular had its benefits, so did being soft and squishy.

“There we go-“ You smiled, as he gave his little burp. “Much better, hm?” You smiled, as you would bring him to lay on your chest. Just like that, he was knocked out. Sleeping soundly, on your soft breasts. Listening to your heart beat, and able to take a well deserved nap.

“He got that from Fred. That was the only way we could tell you two apart. Whenever Fred was done feeding, he knocked right out. You? You got more energy, and got so excited you ended up throwing up.” Bill chuckled, as that seemed to comfort George. He missed his Fred, but knowing a part of him was still around made him smile. His hand ever so gentle on his son’s back, as he gently rubbed your own stomach. Admiring your stretch marks.

“This might be soon, but do you think-?” George questioned, as he kept tracing the indents in your skin. Another kid, already? You couldn’t blame him, though. He was a magical identical twin. The idea of growing up an only child sounded horrifying. Bro to mention big families is all he knew. Maybe…..

You looked to your sleeping son, and your own body. A smile crossed your lips, as you soon help George’s hand. “Plenty of nutrients for a round two, huh?” You joked. You were able to joke about your own body, and that cleared any worry George had. The two of you were financially fine, and had plenty of support.

He kissed your lips, before kissing your son’s head. A tiny little smile crossed those chubby little cheeks, and you had to wonder why you ever thought chubby cheeks could be so horrible. Your son had the prettiest cheeks around, and you hoped your next kid could have them all the same. Pretty, chubby, features.

[weasleysmuse]

A bit about me!

• All my writing is fictional

• My pronouns are she/her

• My name is Sophie and I am from the UK

• All my works are for female readers

• Most of my content that I post will be 18+ and I will put a mature content warning at the top of the stories

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• All Characters are of age!

• I do smut, but also sweet romance / fluff 🎀

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• Most of my posts will mostly be aimed towards 18+ audiences. Although if you are underage and you still decide to read some of my mature fanfics, then that is your responsibility

Hope you enjoy!!

[annaloveshjp]

towel secret•♡

Harry Potter x fem!reader

Goblet of Fire

Warnings: none! just fluff <3

word count: 1.3k

a/n: this is kinda short, but I wanted to write a cute little scenario. and I’ll probably be writing more fluff :)

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“Harry, it’ll be fine, we can figure it out.” You comforted Harry, rubbing his shoulder.

“We’ve been at it for hours, Y/N. There’s nothing!” He fussed, tossing the sixth book he’d read in the past hour to the side.

“We still have,” said Hermione, checking her watch. “Three hours until we have to go back to the common room. And still, we can bring some books back with us if madam pince allows us.”

“How about I just don’t show up,” said Harry, giving up. “What are they gonna do? Send me to azkaban?”

“Probably,” Ron said, “binding magical contract, remember?”

“Thanks, Ron,” said Harry, sarcastically.

Hermione picked up another book, “this is ridiculous! I mean, who would want to grow their nose hairs into ringlets?”

“I wouldn’t mind,” Fred suddenly appeared from behind a bookshelf with George at his side.

“Sounds fascinating,” said George. “Anyway, McGonagall wants you two,” he pointed at Hermione and Y/N, “in her office.”

The two girls looked at each other, “did we do something?” Hermione asked anxiously.

“Why would we know?” Said Fred, “now hurry up before she gets snappy. And good luck, Harry.”

“Thanks,” said Harry.

Y/N stood up, “we’ll see you in the common room, Harry,” she gave her best friend a side hug.

“Okay,” he said. “bye,”

Hermione and Y/N walked to McGonagall’s office, wondering why she needed them.

“Oh, there you are,” Professor McGonagall said when Y/N and Hermione entered her office.

She walked around to her desk and sat down. “Excuse me, Professor?” Hermione said, “why did you bring us here?”

“Yes, I knew you’d be wondering… well, there’s no easy way to put this, girls. You are all here for the second task.”

“All—?” Y/N started, but then looked around and saw Cho Chang, along with Gabrielle Delacour (Fleur Delacour’s sister) standing in the office as well.

“As some of you may know,” Professor McGonagall looked at Y/N and Hermione, “each champion has had a treasure taken away from them. They do not know what the treasure is, but—“

“Are- are we the treasure?!” Said Cho, shocked.

“Yes, miss Chang,” McGonagall sighed.

“But the clue—”

“Yes, miss Y/L/N.” Said Professor McGonagall, “The clue implies that the treasure would be at the bottom of the black lake. But please, do not worry, for we have ensured that no student will be in any danger.”

“You see, we will be putting a few special charms on you all. You will be unconscious, and will only awake when you have reached the surface.”

“That doesn’t make me feel much better,” Y/N mumbled to Hermione.

“Now, this won’t hurt, but prepare yourselves.” Said McGonagall. The last thing Y/N saw was the wave of her wand before everything went black.

-

“Oh, shit!”

Y/N had suddenly burst to the surface of the black lake. She looked over and saw Gabrielle struggling to swim, she helped her over to the dock and got up herself.

“Y/N!” Hermione shrieked, throwing a towel around Y/N’s shivering figure.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine- where’s Harry? What happened?” Y/N said, her teeth chattering.

“He’s not back yet,” Hermione said nervously, “I don’t know how—“

“Guys!” Ron appeared beside Hermione, “so basically, I fell asleep last night, but when I woke up, Harry told me that Dobby had given him this plant that helped him breathe underwater! And—”

“Woah woah woah, Dobby gave it to him?” Y/N asked anxiously.

“Yeah! But he’s fine, we probably would’ve known if he died down there, right—?”

“Ron!” Hermione scolded, “don’t say tha-“

Suddenly, a figure shot out from the water and almost landed on top of Y/N.

“Harry!” Y/N yelled. She took the towel around herself and wrapped it around Harry as he coughed.

“Y/N—” Harry gasped, pulling her into the tightest hug he’d ever given anyone.

Y/N hugged him equally as tight. “Are you okay? What happened down there?” She asked him over his shoulder.

“The grindylows,” he panted, pulling back to look at her, “or merpeople- I forgot. But they saw I cheated, they attacked me.”

Y/N looked at his neck and saw a bad tentacle-like burn, “oh my—“

“It’s fine, I’m fine,” he told her, bringing her back into another hug. “You scared me so bad, I thought—”

“Harry, I’m okay, don’t worry,” she reassured him. “You’d think this would make us warmer, but I don’t think we have any more body heat to share,” Y/N joked.

“Harry! Thank goodness you’re alright,” said Hermione, handing Y/N a warm towel.

Y/N sighed in content, “ooooh that’s nice, thank you.”

Harry suddenly looked around at everyone near, they all seemed to have lost interest in him. He then grabbed another towel and tossed it over his and Y/N’s heads.

“Harry, what are you doing?” She asked him. They could no longer see anyone else, only the black lake to the side.

“I didn’t want everyone watching,” he said quickly.

“Watching what—?” She tried to ask, but was cut off by Harry gently grabbing her face and smashing his lips onto hers.

She was confused for only a moment before she leaned in and kissed him back. She felt a million butterflies erupt inside her stomach, it was like a dream come true.

Y/N had liked Harry since third year: During the night of Halloween when everyone gathered in the Great Hall, she was anxious and Harry comforted her, even though he was the one in supposed danger.

The previous cold she was feeling was definitely gone now, her cheeks warmed up as she melted into the kiss.

After a minute, they pulled away for air. “Was that okay?” Harry asked, smiling nervously.

“I-“ she couldn’t find words. “it was amazing,”

He smiled wider before taking the towel off of them. “What was that about?” Asked Hermione.

“I wanted to tell Y/N something,” Harry shrugged. Y/N chuckled and stood up with Harry.

“Your attention, please!” Boomed Dumbledore. “The winner is Mr Diggory!”

Cheers and applause filled Y/N’s ears, she clapped along, supporting her friend.

“However, seeing as Mr Potter would’ve finished first had it not been for his determination to save not only Miss Y/L/N, but the others as well,”

Y/N smiled and patted Harry on the shoulder.

“We have agreed to award him second place!”

More cheers and congratulations erupted from the crowd and Harry's friends.

“Well done!” Seamus Finnegan said.

“Second place! Yes!” Ron thumped Harry on the back.

“For outstanding moral fiber!” Dumbledore finished, winking at Harry.

-

“Moral fiber, eh?” Y/N joked to Harry as they were curled up on the common room sofa that night.

“Shush it,” he muffled against her hair, tightening his grip around her.

Y/N hesitated, then said, “so uhm, about you know, that—”

“Yeah, right,” he sighed, “I’m sorry if it was too soon, I’ve just liked you for so long and I didn’t want to wait any longer. I understand if you don’t want-”

“No no, I liked it.” She said, “And I’ve liked you for a while too, I just didn’t know if you wanted to label it or anything yet, or if we should just see what happens. You know?”

He thought for a moment, “maybe for now we could just keep it on the low. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah, I get it,” said Y/N.

He kissed the top of her head and sighed in content.

“Is it too soon to say I love you?” He asked.

“No,” she smiled, “I think three years is long enough. I love you,”

•

[panandinpain0]

can I make a rEquEST I’m new to this so sorry if it sounds weird 😭😭 can I req a cedric (yes I’m basic) x male hufflepuff where the readers the year below him- at the triwiz tourney and ball it’s revealed he’s the cousin of krum or delacour? Specific I know 😭

Cousins?

Dw hon, I'm basic too <3

I'm going with Delacour, idk why I just feel more inclined to do her- so you're Fleur Delacour's little brother!

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Requested by: Anon

Cedric Diggory x Male!Hufflepuff!Delacour!Reader

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(Y/N) and Cedric had been friends since (Y/N)'s first year. They'd met at his welcoming feast and became fast friends, even though they couldn't really go to class together (seeing as the classes were separated by year) but whenever they weren't attending class you'd see them together.

Now it was the Triwizard Tournament, and Cedric had been chosen.

"You what?" (Y/N) muttered through the toast in his mouth.

"Don't talk with your mouth full- and I was chosen as a champion for the Triwizard Tournament," Cedric shot back playfully.

It was the day after his (and Harry's) name had been drawn, but (Y/N) was recovering from a week-long cold in the hospital wing. (Y/N) had really wanted to go but Madame Pomfrey insisted he stayed until he was better.

"Okay mom-" (Y/N) mocked after he'd swallowed his toast, turning his full attention to Cedric. "So you're actually going to compete?"

"Well-" Cedric shrugged halfheartedly- "Yeah. Do I really have a choice?"

"I'd like to think so," (Y/N) argued back, not backing down.

"It's not like I can just ask them to pull another name out of the goblet-"

"That's exactly what you can do!"

"Why are you fighting so hard for this? Aren't you happy for me?" Cedric asked, the fire fading from his voice near the end of his sentence.

(Y/N) sighed and shook his head, looking around the hall for a second.

"It's not that I'm not happy for you Cedric, I'm just... worried. You could die, Cedric. This tournament was banned for years for a reason. I have no idea why those idiots decided to bring it back." (Y/N) scoffed and started eating again, not that he was very hungry anymore.

"Hey, 'those idiots' includes our Headmaster."

"I meant what I said. The man who's supposed to be protecting us and have our best interests at heart is sending you- and other students- into a dragons den!" (Y/N) replied heatedly. "To hell with him."

Cedric didn't know what to say to that, he had a point.

"I'm sorry you don't like it, but I'm doing it, (Y/N)," Cedric warned him with a determined look on his face.

"I know, that's what I'm so afraid of. You're my best friend, Cedric. If you die, I don't-"

"Well, I'm not going to be dying so you don't have to worry about it." Cedric so badly wanted to reach across the table and take (Y/N)'s hand- but he didn't.

"You can't promise that." (Y/N) shook his head, not looking at Cedric.

They left it at that, changing the subject and getting on with their lives. Until the first task started to approach.

"I was just joking when I said they were sending you into a dragons den, I didn't think there'd be actual dragons!" (Y/N)'s strained voice whispered across the table to Cedric at the library.

"I didn't either, but Harry told me so now I'm ahead of the other champions."

(Y/N) worried his bottom lip, "I hope Fleur and Viktor find out soon..."

"I'm sure they'll be fine, if Harry knows everybody else probably knows too. Anyways, I've been studying up on some things I can use to get past the dragon, and I figured my best shot would be transfiguration. What do you think?"

"Well, you know how shit I am at transfiguration so I don't know, but I can't think of anything else. I just hope it works."

"It will." He sounded like he was reassuring himself more than anything.

...

"Alright, I've got to go-" Cedric motioned to the champions tent outside the stadium. "Make sure you have a good view," he joked, sending (Y/N) a wink.

"Wait, Cedric!" (Y/N) caught him by his wrist and pulled him in for a hug, arms around his waist as he tried to stop himself from tucking his face into Cedric's neck.

"Please be careful. Don't die."

Cedric, though surprised at first, wrapped his arms around (Y/N)'s shoulders, holding him tight. Pressing his face into (Y/N) hair he let his fear take over for a moment before he responded.

"I'll be careful, don't worry. And when it's done we'll go flying on our brooms together."

Eventually they parted, and Cedric gave what he hoped was a confident smile to his best friend, who nodded and weakly smiled back.

...

"You idiot!" Was the first thing Cedric heard after the tent flap opened.

Chuckling as Madame Pomfrey spread the salve over his burns, Cedric held out his hand to (Y/N).

"Hello to you too."

Pulling up a chair (Y/N) took hold of Cedric's hand and sat next to his cot.

"You're an idiot. I told you to be careful!"

"I know what you're saying is coming from a place of love so I won't take it seriously," Cedric joked again, squeezing (Y/N)'s hand in reassurance.

(Y/N) held Cedric's hand in both of his, pressing a kiss to his knuckles subconsciously. Heat flooded Cedric's face, and not from his burns.

"You're such an idiot," (Y/N) mumbled, still not noticing what he had done and the effect it had had on his best friend. "You could have died."

"But I didn't," Cedric managed to whisper out.

(Y/N) merely glared at him, not letting go of his hand. Madame Pomfrey finished wrapping his wounds and went to check on the other champions, leaving the boys alone.

"Hey," Cedric nudged (Y/N)'s chin with his captured hand, smiling at him. "I'm okay. I'm not dead, I'm right here."

Brows creased and tears pooling in his eyes, (Y/N) took in a deep breath and nodded, blinking them away before moving closer to Cedric's bedside. His elbows were on the side of the cot and still held Cedric's hand, staring into his eyes.

"You didn't die."

"I did not."

"Okay." (Y/N) took in another breath and closed his eyes, putting his forehead on their joined hands. "Are you in pain?"

"Some, but Pomfrey gave me some stuff for it."

"Good. Want me to beat up the dragon for you?"

Cedric guffawed and (Y/N) joined him, the two falling into laughter.

...

Staring at the egg on the table in the Hufflepuff common room, (Y/N) shook his head in dismay.

"It's only been a week, we still have time to figure it out, (Y/N)," Cedric startled him out of his thoughts.

"I know, but the sooner we know the better, that way we can find a way of beating the next task," (Y/N) shot back, turning the egg a bit on the table.

Cedric just let out an amused sigh, plopping down on the couch next to him.

"So, have you heard about this ball thing?" (Y/N) asked casually, wanting to gossip like they usually did.

Sitting up from his slouched position, Cedric gulped down his nerves and nodded.

"Uh, yes! Yeah, the Yule Ball, right?"

"Apparently we're supposed to be taking a dancing class for it," (Y/N) made a face as he wrote something down on his parchment, looking back up at the egg.

"About the ball, I was wondering..." Cedric trailed off uncertainly, looking at (Y/N)'s distracted state.

"Wondering?" (Y/N) put down his quill and looked to Cedric.

"Wondering if you'd like to go with me to the ball?"

(Y/N) blinked in shock and then his eyebrows slanted down.

"Like... as friends, or...?" (Y/N) trailed off, licking his lips as he suddenly found himself panicked.

"Um, no. Not- well, unless you'd like it to be as friends because that's completely f-"

"Yes. Yes, I'd like to go to the Yule Ball with you as not friends." (Y/N) smiled at him, his hands finding the loose thread in the common room couch very fascinating.

"Good, that's- that's good!" Cedric leaned forward and kept nodding.

They sat for a moment in awkward silence, sharing nervous looks every once in a while.

"Who do you think Harry will ask?" (Y/N) suddenly wondered aloud, picturing the awkward, bumbling boy in his year trying to ask someone out- curious as to who all of the champions will ask.

"You don't think he'll as Hermione, will you?" Cedric responded, giving in to the gossip.

"Oh, no- Ron's in love with her. Harry would never," (Y/N) stated like it was common sense.

"Wait Ron's in love with Hermione?"

And that's how the rest of the night went, the egg eventually being ignored.

...

"Do we really have to walk out in front of everybody? That seems a bit dramatic..."

"We're not just walking out, dearest, we're dancing in front of them too," Cedric teased, moving his eyebrows up and down to try and lighten the mood.

"That's not better, Diggory." (Y/N) frowned at him.

"I know, I'm sorry. I won't be that bad, just focus on me and you'll be fine," he reassured his best fr- boyfriend? They'd gone on a couple of dates since he'd asked him out to the ball, and it'd been like a dream come true.

They were lined up outside the doors of the Great Hall with Harry and Parvati standing behind them.

"Alright champions and companions, time to dance," Professor McGonagall opened the doors and out they went.

"Oh my god I can't believe I'm actually doing this," (Y/N) whispered to Cedric as they made it to the middle of the room, everybody's eyes on them. Well, the champions, which included them.

"Just look at me. None of them matter, not right now, just look at me." Cedric looked into (Y/N)'s eyes and they joined hands, dancing as the music started.

...

"I'll be honest, Ced, I did not expect to have this much fun tonight," (Y/N) revealed, taking a sip of the butterbeer that Cedric had gotten him.

"You didn't expect to have fun at a ball with your boyfriend?" Cedric asked incrediously.

"Boyfriend?" (Y/N) looked caught off guard, staring at Cedric with wide eyes.

Cedric stammered, "I- well, you- and we- I just thought..." he trailed off at the sight of (Y/N)'s blushing face.

"Boyfriend, hmm?" a new voice interrupted their conversation.

Head's whipping to see who the new person was, the boys felt almost relieved to have someone interuppt.

"Fleur, hey!" (Y/N) tried to act natural as Fleur pulled him into a hug.

"It is nice to finally get to talk to you again cousin! It feels as though I have hardly seen you while I've been here!"

"Cousin?" Cedric cut in, glancing between Fleur and (Y/N).

"Well, it is a big castle!" (Y/N) chuckled nervously, having forgotten he never told Cedric.

"Yes, (Y/N) here is my cousin. He grew up with me in France! Did he not tell you?" Fleur glanced between the two Hufflepuffs, sensing she'd said something she shouldn't have.

"I hadn't gotten the chance, it never came up." (Y/N) shrugged and smiled apologetically at Cedric.

"By the way, Mama says you need to write her back. 'Aunts deserve attention to, you know' were her exact words. Anyways, I will leave you with your boyfriend. Au revoir!" Fleur twirled away, making her way towards Roger Davies, the Ravenclaw she had asked to the ball.

"So, you're a Delacour, huh?" Cedric tried to joke.

"Not technically, if it helps? My mom is Fleur's mom's sister. She married my dad who's from Ireland, and they live there now, but we visited France a lot growing up," (Y/N) rambled, trying to tell him all now to make up for not telling him before.

Cedric nodded and looked down at his drink.

"Listen, it never real came up and I just kept forgetting, please don't take it too hard."

"It's not that." Cedric shook his head.

"Oh... well, we hadn't really talked about it yet, so I was just surprised."

"You aren't mad that I called you my boyfriend?"

"I would've preferred we'd talked about it before but I'm open to that conversation," (Y/N) chuckled out his response.

Cedric looked relieved.

"Care to dance?" he set down his cup and held out his hand to (Y/N), who took it.

"Gladly," he laughed back.

And they were happy, even if just for that night. In truth they were happy until the third task...

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Hope you liked it Anon! Idk if you wanted that much background but I didn't feel good about just jumping into the Yule Ball scene.

Lots of love to ya!

-Author Max <3

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Ok so here me out : Tom Riddle,Mattheo Riddle,Lorenzo Berkshire, Theodore Nott x F! slytherin!reader smut (here i don't know if you write smut, but if you don't just say i don't wanna make you write something you're uncomfortable with).The contest: They are jealous of the Weasley twins cuz they like joke flirt with y/n so they um kinda you know what i mean (maybe punish her?)Oh and i'm kinda chubby so if you could write about how reader is a little insecure or something it'll will be perfect if you're not comfortable writeing that don't write it💗💗💗

Hello dear💖, thanks for your request.

A/n: I have never written smut before so this is something different to me and I hope you like it.

Warning: NSFW 18+

Mattheo riddle x Lorenzo Berkshire x Theodore Nott x Tom Riddle x FSlytherin reader👧💋

A delicate rose 🐍💋

I was walking down the halls of Hogwarts, clutching my books to my chest, all my classes were until after break. I at least had some time to study, who knows I might just get another lecture from the oh so perfect granger. Let me just say I’m not a brainiac like Miss Granger and I’m not as strong as Ginny, I’m certainly not a beauty like Fleur Delacour. I’m just an average student who wishes to pass her grades and eventually get a job at the ministry. I’m someone who normally stays quiet, I would usually listen to the squabbles of Potter and Malfoy. I felt self-conscious, most of the time I was bullied by Pansy and her Slytherin gang.

The girl was a good for nothing piece of merlin dung, she deserves to have her robes burned. She was the reason I’m insecure for my looks and weight, so in a way I do have a problem with comparing myself to the perfect students of Hogwarts. I won’t let that stop me however I do have a humble passion not many students have and more, so I do develop attractions.

I was walking through the halls, many Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws passed my way “Hm Gryffindor must be at quidditch practice”. I heard footsteps running up behind me, quickly I turned and held my wand up in protection “Oi their love, I’m not some troll ha” my eyes looked up to see one of the Weasley twins. “What do you want Weasley” I rolled my eyes sarcastically. “Should we tell er’ Fred” George smiled “Yeah George, go on mate” Fred replied with a smirk. The two Weasley twins approached with flowers in hand “You want to come with us to the tea house, eard’ it’s a place for couples” Fred smiled with a goofy expression. I wasn’t exactly sure what I was expecting aside from me blushing like a red beet “I-I suppose but-“.

My words were cut off when I heard a male voice “she won’t be attending with you blood traitors” a voice sneered from behind me. “I wouldn’t expect this delicate rose to be involved with such hideous abominations to the wizarding world”. Fred and George stared at the boy with anger, the boy had black hair and very good-looking features. “Now off with you before I let the professor know of your little prank with the Slytherins in their dorms” the boy held a hand to my shoulder. “hey they didn’t do anything wrong-“ the boy interjected “correct they haven’t but you on the other hand, my oh my you poor thing thinking you could flaunt yourself in front of other boys”.

The boy reached his hand to my cheek, I blushed more then I did with the Weasley twins “You were rather naughty, I expected a girl with high morals”. He leaned further closer to my ear, his hot breath touched my skin, I flinched with confusion. “I suppose you should be claimed, you may call me mattheo”  his smile only widened further “Mattheo you foolish boy, how dare you start seducing y/n without me” another boy appeared from around the corner. “Theodore, must you interrupt me”  Mattheo scowled, he wasn’t impressed with anyone interrupting his prized possession. “Indeed, I must say you aren’t good enough for the girl, firstly you aren’t doing it right”  Theodore strutted up and pushed me against the stone wall, he forced his lips against mine. I wasn’t expecting such as surprise except this was my first kiss. “Enough! Theodore, I won’t let you claim my prize” Mattheo grabbed his wand and held it to my throat, without a second thought the boy placed his soft lips against mine “I shall make you beg for mercy” he hissed. My face didn’t exactly cover up the amount of blushing I was showing “my my, such a pity, you were quite fascinating until you betrayed us” a boy came out from behind Mattheo “Lorenzo, what are you doing here”  Mattheo scowled. Lorenzo wasn’t exactly BFF’s with Mattheo due to his hatred for his father “I wanted to spend time with my emerald snake”.

Lorenzo shoved his way to meet my lips, he was a lot more passionate then the three, he was quite grabby. I yelped as he grabbed my breast, I couldn’t help but slide my hands towards his chest “Now, now why should you have all the fun”. The three boys grabbed me and led me down to dungeons, “You should’ve strayed from those blood traitors” Mattheo hissed. A voice could be heard from the distance “and to whom did you bring in my presence” a boy with defined features and sharp handsome looks glared at the three Slytherins. “Our rose betrayed us, she went ahead and flaunted herself in front of those Weasley twins”  Theodore sneered, “I wonder…”.

The head Slytherin boy came up closer until he reached my race, he trailed down to my neck. “Silly girl, betraying someone as powerful as me, indeed you will need to be punished”  the head boy slid his tongue against my neck. “Mm” I muttered in embarrassment “hush you foolish half blood, you may be in the same house as me, but never will you par to my power”.

I realised from Harry’s description from when he saved Ginny, “your Tom Riddle, but I thought you were dead”. Tom laughed out loud “Nothing can kill me, for as long as I live, I shall be the one that will kill potter”.

Tom sneered at the sight of me, he grabbed my face and slid his tongue in my mouth. Mattheo growled, he came up and grabbed my breast with possession, he tried to push Tom off but to no avail. Theodore and Lorenzo stood silently debating on whether to join or watch.

I closed my eyes waiting for my fate as the four Slytherin boys surrounded my body.

To them I was their delicate rose.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta✨

[leviathanspain]

she could never love you more

bill weasley x reader, bill weasley x fleur delacour

synopsis: bill invited the woman he once had hoped to marry to his wedding, yet all she brought was devastation

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the wedding was a disaster.

yoj told yourself that you could hold it together, for your best friends sake. but after bill stopped being your best friend, you found it hard to be selfless when all you wanted was him.

you looked at your tattered dress in the dresser-mirror in the weasley household. tears painted your face, your hair falling down onto your shoulders in a cascading whirl of mess.

you shivered as the night air blew into the empty burrow, the rest of the weasleys were outside trying to put back the things you had destroyed in your rage.

you heard the front door open, and a harsh slam as bill moved across the room to you, grabbing you and shoving you up against the wall. his eyes were wild with anger, scar was hideous as it ripped across his face. you fought the urge to cringe as he just stared at you, fury ruffling off him.

you swallowed your fear and instead spoke quietly, “i’m sorry.”

bill’s expression didn’t falter and instead it hardened, and you knew it was too late.

“please i didn’t mea-“

“but you did. you did mean to destroy her dress, nearly kill our guests and you still come in here to pity yourself?” bill cut you off with a harsh hiss and you closed your eyes in shame. he cornered you, his hands on either side of your head as he spat down to you.

you let your hands snake around his waist, and bill didn’t move, his face softened slightly at the contact. his waist was his most sensitive part of his body, and he left it unguarded to you. “i didn’t do anything that i didn’t mean. those things i said?”

bill nodded intently, still trying to hold his composure as you raked your hand down his side, “i meant them. i miss you, i love you, bill.” you admitted and bill turned away, his body still planted before you but his face was a ripple of emotions.

you felt tears prick at your eyes, “can she love you more than i can? you tear me to pieces when you look at her like that..like she’s the only girl in the world.” you stifled a sob, and bill pulled away.

he looked at you and he closed his eyes as he thought, “you said no!” he countered, “you said that i didn’t deserve you! you told me not to come home and you’re here telling me that you aren’t happy for me?”

you flinched when he raised his voice and you took a deep breath, “you didn’t think for one moment that i was scared? that i was terrified to even be in a relationship after i was deemed unlovable and then suddenly be married?”

bill let out a dry laugh, “even in a serious situation, you still let that self pity shine through. you had a choice, that could’ve been you, so happy and smiling. you could’ve been my wife! you cant even put on a fake fucking smile and try to be happy for other people for once in your life, y/n?!” bill was yelling now, rage bouncing off the walls.

you were sure his entire family was outside listening in, his new wife was listening in.

you were supposed to be the wife, molly had told you countless times over and over again how proud she be to have you as a daughter in law.

you shuddered at the old thought and instead looked at bill, “i’m sorry. this will always be one of my biggest regrets, you, william weasley, will always be one of my biggest life regrets.” you looked at bill wistfully and bill, for the first time in the entire night, held a real smile.

a smile of bitterness, but it was real that when you apparated away, bill continued to smile.

[msperfectlyfine2]

All Of The Girls I’ve Loved Before

A - Annabeth Chase, Avery Grambs

B - Blake Lively

C - Carol Danvers, 

D - 

E - Elena Gilbert, Elsa

F - Fleur Delacour

G - Gwen Stacy, Gamora,

H - Hermione Granger

I - 

J - Juliette Ferrars, Jude Duarte

K - Katherine Pierce, Katniss Everdeen, Kiara Carrera

L - Lily Evans, 

M - Minerva McGonagall, Michelle Jones

N - Natasha Romanoff

O - 

P - Pepper Potts, Pippa Fitz-Amobi, 

Q - 

R - Rebekah Mikaelson

S - Sarah Cameron

T - Taylor Swift

U - 

V - Valkyrie, 

W - Wednesday Addams, 

X - 

Y - Yelena Belova

Z - Zendaya

[cosmic-cheeto]

Careful what you wish for - Cedric's POV

"Forever left wishing for more"

words: 2k cedric diggory x y/n (they don't get together) doesn't have a happy ending she/her, gryffindor y/n potter (thanks for the idea to do this @cambriel) part one, y/n's POV

Cedric woke up Halloween morning feeling as if he were facing the last quidditch match of a season, the quidditch house cup weighing in the balance. Only multiply that feeling by about 7 because if he wins this match, he’s still got to do a whole lot more this year before he gets to victory, and he won’t have a team to lean on.

To avoid attention, he had put his name in the goblet of fire during his rounds that he had to do as prefect. The only thing left to do now was wait.

He went to breakfast, trying to ignore the conversations and arguments about whether or not he would be a good Hogwarts champion. Despite himself, he heard his name from the Gryffindor table,

“...but as long as our champion isn’t Diggory, I think we'll have an alright shot.”

It was Ronald Weasley. Cedric wasn’t surprised to hear that, no doubt every Gryffindor would want one of their own as Hogwarts champion. No, the thing that surprised him came after.

“What’s wrong with Diggory?”

Y/n Potter was defending him? He almost pinched himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, but it was surely her, the girl who was famous for looking almost exactly like her mother. Cedric had only ever exchanged a few words with her, mostly greeting each other in the halls, or a comment here and there about how her brother was going to ‘take him down’ in quidditch.

He had stopped listening to the Gryffindor conversation as suddenly as he had started, but as he walked out of the Great Hall with a few friends, he decided to mention it.

“I heard Y/n Potter defend me against her brother’s friend, Weasley,” He said. His friends looked at him strangely for bringing it up.

“Maybe she has a thing for you,” One of his friends suggested with a shrug.

“Who really knows with that girl,” Another commented. The group quickly changed the subject, leaving Cedric to swap Potter for the Goblet of Fire in his mind.

He parted ways with the group to go to the library. He had said he was going to study but he knew that wasn’t really going to happen.

As the Halloween feast closed in, Cedric had started counting the minutes on the clock in the Hufflepuff common room as he paced the almost empty room.

The whole meal, he could barely eat. Though he could never pass up a small dessert when they appeared in front of him near the end of the feast.

He cheered with the other students as Viktor Krum and Fleur Delacour were chosen from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons. He held his breath as the next paper would reveal whether or not he was the Hogwarts champion.

“Cedric Diggory!” Dumbledore announced, reading off the last piece of paper. The Hufflepuff table erupted in cheers, and even though the table to the other side of him was a lot less enthusiastic, he continued to smile as he caught the eye of the girl who had defended him earlier that morning. 

Y/n Potter had reacted as if she hadn’t wished anyone to be champion more than Cedric Diggory. To have people beyond his house, let alone a Potter to be cheering for him, made him all the more confident as he went to the back room where the other champions waited.

Thinking of Potter made Cedric almost think he summoned Harry Potter to walk through the door behind him a while later. 

After the great confusion, Cedric reluctantly accepted Harry Potter as the fourth Triwizard Champion. After all, it was impossible he had put himself into the running.

When he finally was back in the common room, there were a lot of students who didn’t like that Potter’s name had come out of the cup.

“It couldn’t have been his doing,” Cedric tried to say, “We should be supporting him equally, if not more, he is a younger student and all.” But he was ignored by most of the students and therefore decided to give up and head to bed.

When he got called out of class to be interviewed by a reporter named Rita Skeeter, he ran into a familiar face.

“Diggory, what are you up to?” Y/n Potter asked.

“Skeeter wants to interview me, why are you out of class, Potter?”

“She just interviewed me, no idea why, it wasn’t my name out of the Goblet.” She said, “She was asking about you and Harry mostly. If she comes out with an article about how Harry Potter’s sister hates Cedric Diggory, I promise all I did was try to stop her from suggesting I was in love with you or something.”

“She doesn’t fancy me, that can’t be why she had defended me,” He noted. “So, I should be careful about your name coming up?” He asked.

“Just say you want me dead and she’ll leave the questions about me.” she offered. “Though she might still twist your words.”

“You’re making me want to go back to class!” Cedric joked, and y/n wished him good luck one more time before they both went their separate ways.

When he found Rita Skeeter, he soon realized the conversation he had with Potter would be the most interesting part of the interview. True to her promise, Potter’s name did in fact come up.

“So, do you have a girlfriend?” The reporter asked him.

“No, I don’t,” He answered honestly.

“What do you think about Y/n Potter, she’s a lovely young woman, isn’t she?” Before answering, Cedric wondered for a moment why a reporter would be trying to fit two quite random students together.

“I haven’t spoken with her many times. She’s certainly pretty and seems like a lovely person, though.” He said, and Skeeter returned to the rest of the slightly uncomfortable interview.

He found himself growing closer to Y/n Potter, and by the time Skeeter’s article came out, she wasn’t the only one who had the idea to rumor that Y/n Potter was dating Cedric Diggory. Of course the article didn’t help with the rumors any,

“Even through the pain, she [y/n] still believes in love, and has found comfort in the arm of the Hogwarts champion, Cedric Diggory. She fears for his safety through the games. Of course we are all hoping nothing changes her innocent belief that love will always be out there.”

There was also a bit about Y/n’s struggle with her parents' deaths, but she wouldn’t let Cedric comfort her about them.

“She made it sound like I cared more about losing a boyfriend than my brother, the only family I have left.” She complained, looking over the piece of the article. “I guess this whole thing will make it a lot harder for you to get a girlfriend.” She added, looking at Cedric apologetically.

“It would have been hard enough with all the dangerous tasks, interviews, photoshoots… right, we’re supposed to have a photoshoot together today.” He said.

“They just can’t leave a tragically sad girl alone, can they?” Y/n joked, in moments like those, Cedric let himself think of what it would be like to really be dating Y/n Potter. Of course, these were just thoughts, and they were just friends.

Even though his new best friend cheered for him louder than any hufflepuff, made the occasional offhand flirty comment and would hang out with him any chance she got, there was always a level of distance between them that he couldn’t understand.

He started to feel stupid that he thought it had anything to do with him when Y/n’s friends started telling him he should try talking to her since she had been crying a lot at night.

“Your dormmates have been worrying about you,” He said, more than a bit concerned himself. “You’ve been crying at night? If you want to talk about it…” He tried to offer.

“I’m alright, Ced. I’ll try to keep quiet so you aren’t hearing complaints.” Y/n said.

“If you don’t want them to hear, you could always use a charm…” He showed y/n how to perform a simple noise canceling charm. He wished she would let him do more, get closer to her, maybe one day, he would have hoped she would let him love her.

When the Yule Ball was announced, he looked for signs from y/n that he should ask her to the ball, but when she didn’t pick up on his hints about it and chose to spend more time in the library than doing the things she had done to make him consider asking her in the first place, he asked Cho Chang instead.

Y/n got more and more distant as the third task approached, and even though it shouldn’t have, it felt like it was ripping Cedric’s heart out of his chest as he started to accept that your short friendship was over. He kept running it over in his head, every interaction, every conversation, trying to find out what he did wrong. Was there a time she asked him to leave when he should have stayed? Was he supposed to do more than he did?

The only thing that could take his mind off this was the third task itself, so he directed all his attention onto it, until it was time to face the final challenge.

He knew Harry Potter wasn’t Y/n, but as the two stumbled toward the triwizard cup together, he felt like he would be sick, and not only for the reasons obvious to anyone who could see what he looked like after all the things in the maze he already never wanted to think of again.

As the realization set in that the cup was really a portkey, he had a really weird feeling. When the world once again settled around him, into a graveyard, Cedric and Harry immediately tried to figure out what had happened.

As the two boys pulled their wands out, Cedric finally put his finger on the weird feeling he had. He felt like he was being watched. The fear really set in when Potter and him had seen a figure in the distance and Potter suddenly looked like he was in a lot of pain.

A cold voice from where the dark figure still stood said, “Kill the spare”

The words of the killing curse came before anything else, and all Cedric could do was brace himself as something fell on him. Fell on him? He couldn’t move, which was good, since he would be dead otherwise.

With all his existing injuries and this weight pressing on him, he couldn’t move for what seemed like forever. When he heard the figure and Harry Potter move away, he reached for his wand that had dropped beside him within arm’s reach.

“Accio cup” Cedric whispered, knowing Potter would eventually come back for it and there was nothing he could do but wait for that to happen.

He was starting to lose hope that Harry would come back, when he heard Harry run toward the cup, and all Cedric could do was place his hand on the cup to be transported back to Hogwarts.

As he was helped up in the chaos that followed returning to school, the weight fell off of him, but something else fell off the weight itself. Her face was no longer invisible and despite how impossible it seems, Cedric knew she saved his life.

Cedric couldn’t stop himself from crying, even when he thought about how this might seem to Cho, he only silently apologized to his girlfriend. But he will never know how Y/n knew what would happen, how and why she let herself die so he could live. He thought she was no longer interested in being friends, and he’ll never know if that was true.

So many answers died with the girl Cedric Diggory never got to love, never even got to properly want.

So many things died with Y/n Potter, and Cedric will always have moments, in the middle of the night, where he only wishes he could have been one of those things.

And maybe, in a way, he was.

[delacoursshp]

Hello, this is one of my first times requesting a story from somebody so I’m super sorry if it’s formatted weirdly and I explained it in a weird way.

But I read your Viktor Krum x reader story, so it made me want to request a Cedric Diggory x Viktor Krum x reader who is Harry’s older sibling. I would love for the story to start with the reader already dating Cedric and they end up going to the Quidditch World Cup, where Cedric overhears the reader talking to Hermione and Ginny about their massive celebrity crush on Viktor and he just smiles to himself and then continues talking to the twins thinking nothing of it, but when they get back to school in the whole tri-Wizard tournament is announced a Durmstrang walks in with their giant sticks (one of my favorite scenes in the fourth film 🤭) Cedric remembers what his partner said at the World Cup but he doesn’t become over protective or self-conscious (I head Canaan Cedric as bi and poly) he just has an idea of trying to at least get the reader to talk to Viktor. After however long they finally do and all three of them ended up having amazing chemistry, ones the Yule Ball rolls around both Cedric and Viktor asked the reader to go with them, they obviously go with Cedric because that’s their boyfriend and Viktor ended up going with Hermione in a (platonic way) but a few hours into the ball Viktor walks over to Cedric and the reader asking them for a dance and Cedric just kind of excitedly shoes them off with Viktor. And you can decide what happens next I would really like if it somehow progressed into the reader sandwich between the two of them I’m also really sorry that I wrote a lot I just read your thing about wanting detailed requests so I made it as detailed as I can and I ended up with this.

I hope you have a great day/night. :)

➥ hi sweet! i adoreee this req, i'm sadly very busy with workstuff so i hope u have the patience😭 i'll definitely come back to this (and to the other requests i've received) when i have the time, so keep a lookout for the fic.. ༻

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sincerely,

@delacoursshp

♡

[dracossweetprincess]

lipstick | f.d

fleurxfem.reader

taglist || masterlist

request: yes/no

preview: fleur wants to try reader’s lipstick while she’s live on insta

warnings: established relationship (dating), reader is a famous ‘influencer’, modern!au, kissing, overall fluff, small blurb

fleur walked in on you opening up a package that seemed to hold a lipstick inside and talking to your phone while you explained what was in the package to the people who were watching your live, making her smirk and giving her an idea she’d seen other people do with their partners. she kneeled down next to you in front of your full body mirror, wrapping her arms around your waist.

“oh! hi babe, didn’t see you there!” you squealed slightly, “hi darling, what are you doing?” she asked, running her fingers through your hair. “just trying on a new lipstick i bought.” she nodded, pressing a kiss to your head and walking towards your shared bedroom.

the second you turned to read the comments they were full of people saying how cute and adorable you were, making you beam. “thanks guys.” you continued to talk to them, while fleur continued with her plan. she put a leash on your dog, and walked towards you again.

“i’m taking her on a walk, m’kay?” you nodded, “but first can i try that lipstick of yours?” you turned to her, handing the lipstick. “yeah, sure. it’s strawberry flavoured.” fleur handed you the lipstick again, leaving you confused. she tilted your head up and pressed your lips together, pulling you in for a slightly heated kiss while everyone went crazy in the comments.

when she pulled away and winked at you, turning to leave and leaving you dumbfounded and your cheeks rosy.

a/n: this is horrible kill me but i promise better things are coming, but if you enjoyed it please reblog it helps so much, ty and ily! <3

taglist: @leydileyla @happymoony @l0vely-lupin @harmqnia @dracoslittlesunflower @angel4you @kpostedsum @arcaneofdawn @gwlvr @alexismalfoy @velvetcloxds @616films @dreamy-clousds @ameliasbitvh @eunoniaa @dlmmdl @hopelessbutterfly @ruby-serpent @simp-for-cedric-diggory @slythermuf @ildm4ev @yiamalfoy

[sapphicwhxre]

my one

♥︎ pairing: fleur delacour x fem!houseneutral!reader

♥︎ summary: you’re the only thing keeping fleur sane through the triwizard tournament.

♥︎ requested: yes | no

♥︎ warnings: death mention, pda, h*mophobia, snape’s a dick, a hickey, sex joke/virgin shaming, alcohol, swears, and underage drinking

♥︎ a/n: changes from canon for plot purposes ─ fleur didn't figure out that the second task would take loved ones + the yule ball takes place after the second task. and we must reject jkr’s sexism soo i made fleur and ginny friends :) **established friendship and mutual pining**

the betrayal fleur delacour felt walking into the second task of the triwizard tournament was immeasurable. but no one could tell that looking at the blonde belle. underneath the beauty and grace, fleur was honestly terrified of what came with being the beauxbatons champion. after all, she's just a kid. they all are.

the day you’d befriended her, simply asking if she needed help finding her room, was nothing short of a blessing to fleur. you came like an angel and did what most obvious boys and jealous girls didn’t. you gave her a friend.

you listened to her fears, you motivated her, you even helped her crack the clue saying she’d need to breathe underwater for the second task. you said with the tenderness of a lover that you'd be there, no matter what. so why, why in merlin’s name weren’t you here for her?

fleur strode up to where the other contestants were, put on her pearliest smile before gazing into the uncertainty of the water, and tried to calm her heartbeat. she prepared to mumble the bubble charm incantation, sanuspirantes, but was nudged by viktor krum. “they’ve got our loved ones,” he whispered, his accent deep yet friendly. fleur didn’t question him helping her, as she was overcome with the realisation that you must not have abandoned her. “they’re underwater.”

let the task commence.

diving into the water, charm activated, fleur swam frantically with a fierce determination to find you. there was more to the appreciation and devastation she felt when it came to you, she just knew it.

she swam and swam against the water’s deep, intimidating blue pressure because one painfully real thing had become certain in those seconds. fleur liked you as more than a friend. that was how she knew without a doubt that you’d be the one waiting for her. something sped towards fleur in the distance and she squinted, eyes then widening.

grindylows.

her heart stopped suddenly through her strokes, overcome by terror. nothing could stop her, not when you needed her. she racked her brain for a counter, something that would fight off the creature. no, no, no, please, merlin, no. “y/n!” was the last thing fleur tried to cry out when one of the dreaded things made her vision fade and she sank, deeper and deeper.

when she awoke, fleur was surrounded by clamoring people. “let her breathe!” ginny shouted over their loud whispers, handing her a towel to dry off. the crowd around her settled down a bit, giving her space to process. “you ok, fleur? d’you need anything? viktor krum’s back with hermione and so is cedric with cho chang,” she quickly caught fleur up on the events of the second task. “both got here a little after you were brought up ─ and last i heard, harry found ron too.”

gathering her thoughts, the beauxbatons champion felt nowhere near what that title implied. damp blonde hair falling on her shoulders, fleur finally took a deep breath. she remembered what happened and gasped loudly, realising the situation. almost stumbling despite her usual grace, fleur jumped to her feet and frantically turned to madame maxine.

“y/n, i─i didn’t save her!” fleur choked out, trembling with horror. “i have to go back, i can’t let her die!” the professor reached out to grab her, opening her mouth to speak, but fleur was distracted by a rise in noise again.

“look, it’s harry and ron!” neville longbottom announced, cheering enthusiastically. he cranked his head as if to get a better look and gave everyone’s applause a burst of even more ecstasy. “he’s got y/n with him too!”

fleur’s heart gave a lept of happiness and she left her towel, running towards you, ron, and harry. she dropped to her knees, helping you up onto the safety of dry land. you took her hand, accidentally splashing water on her swimsuit and accepting the desperate embrace she gave you.

fleur clutched you, watering eyes pulling back to make deep eye contact with you. “i thought i lost you,” she laughed, planting a kiss to your forehead ─ you didn’t grasp the true feelings behind her small affection or even how terrified fleur was for you.

you simply blinked through your wet eyelashes and eyed her, “fleur, dumbledore... he wouldn’t have let students die for the task.” feeling like an idiot, she mentally facepalmed, cursing herself for being so stupid. of course not, that would be ridiculous. before she could say anything about it, you broke into a grin and cupped her shaking face. “but thank you for caring about me.”

there weren’t enough words to say just how much she cared right then, so fleur did the only thing that she could think of. she enveloped your lips with hers, pressing passionately like she’d wanted to since the day she fell for you. the crowd around you started to whoop and cheer, but you couldn’t care less about your audience, finding grasp in fleur’s long, soft hair and kissing her equally as deeply.

the faint taste of vanilla chapstick and soft sweetness of her tongue lingered when you separated, breaths mingling against each other’s shaky smiles. “i do care,” fleur nodded, intertwining her fingers with yours. gentle fingertips swirling on your skin, her trembling calmed. “i care so much, y/n.”

in the next few months, you were seen everywhere with fleur. no one could separate the two of you and to your surprising indifference, rita skeeter published an article about your relationship. despite living in bliss, you’ll admit that you’d been infuriated, of course, once you found out that horrid woman had tried to make fleur’s sexuality sound like it was a bad thing, but fleur told her off so firmly that muggleborns began to call her an “icon” amongst themselves.

now sitting in the mid-winter caps of snow, you sighed into the crook of her neck, smelling fleur’s perfume clearly. the both of you had left dinner early to spend alone time together and the french girl rubbed circles on your shoulder, feeling nothing but bliss with your arms tight around her waist. “mon amour,” fleur hummed. “i have something for you.”

planting a soft kiss to fleur’s neck and sucking just enough to leave a soft purple bruise, you smiled against the skin and smiled. “yea?” you poked her side, making her throw her head down, hair flying and obscuring your line of sight. “is it a faceful of pretty-smelling hair? that’s not a typical gift.” pink-cheeked, fleur laughed softly. she locked your hands the way you liked it, bringing it up to her lips and kissing.

“i never said it was a gift,” your hand was dropped and she pulled a piece of parchment out of her pocket, reading y/n in jet black cursive and stamped with a dark red heart. she grinned and waited excitedly for you to take it and see what was in inside. “go on, open it, chérie.”

“how’s your handwriting so nice─” you mumbled, opening the letter. ink sprawled out cursive threads of words to spell, be my date to the yule ball? you stared at it, completely in awe of how adorable it was. simple yet romantic, blobs of inked creatures charmed to dance around the border of the page. “is it weird that you still give me butterflies?”

“i have ‘em too, belle,” fleur laughed contently. “do you and your british butterflies have an answer for me?” you snorted, kissing her quickly and leaving her to chase the contact. “i’ll give you an answer and a real kiss,” you started to bargain. “if... if you can catch me!”

fleur was agape for a moment, but she ran after you, entertaining the immaturity. your heart raced and the cold air hit your face, fleur’s thick, playful calls carried in the wind. you slowed down, turning to catch a glimpse of your girlfriend before thumping into something.

“ow, what the fuck was that?” you pouted, looking for the source of your collision. which you regretted instantly ─ you’d smacked right into professor snape and judging by the scowl on face, he was not happy with you. hopefully, you thought, fleur wouldn’t catch up to you until he was gone. the last thing she needed was to be reprimanded.

“that,” snape brushed off his clothes with a such a dramatic snarl that you couldn't help but take a step back. “was me, miss l/n. care to tell me what you’re doing here instead of eating dinner with your... friends?”

crossing your arms, you looked straight into snape's black eyes. “all due respect, professor,” you said steadily, successfully hiding the anxiety he was giving you. “classes are over for the day and i’m not a first year. i don’t think it’s any of your business what i was doing.”

he glared at you, face crunching like it was looking for the foulest venom to spit at you. then soft, but excitable footsteps came behind you and you turned to see fleur had caught up to you. she looked between you and snape, eyeing the showdown and wondering what the hell could have caused so much tension in the minute you were alone. “monsieur snape.” fleur greeted politely.

“miss delacour,” snape scowled in return. “i was having a chat with your little girlfriend but it appears i’ve figured out who ─ pardon, what ─ l/n was doing.” your eyes widened, spotting the small hickey you’d given fleur underneath the tree. “i suggest making better use of your time.”

if it weren’t for fleur holding your hand and calming you as soon as he left, you probably would have let out a memorable string of curse words. “professor snape is very,” fleur searched for the word, chewing on her lip slightly. “dramatic, no?”

your irritation left like the head of slytherin had and you laughed, shaking your head. “you don’t know the half of it. i’ll bet he just hasn’t gotten laid in thirty years.” fleur bit down a laugh and corrected, “no, no, in however long it’s been since his birth.” snape’s head shot back suspiciously in the distance at your sudden giggles, but neither of you gave much a damn.

the quarrel was long forgotten and the two of you made your way to dinner, hand in hand.

when the yule ball came, you thought you’d ascended to heaven. disregarding fleur’s veela blood, you wondered if it was possible for a human to be so beautiful. her hair tied back in a sleek, side parted bun absolutely shone and her ethereal black dress contrasted it perfectly while managing to accentuate her body’s perfection.

“you look angelic.” fleur blushed effortlessly at your compliment. she took your hand, intertwining the fingers like pieces made to put together, and brought it to her lips. she kissed softly, causing a hurricane of butterflies in the pit of your stomach.

“thank you,” she smiled, apples of her cheeks so, so bright. “you look gorgeous, douceur.” eyes followed you enviously and adoringly as you and fleur made your way down to the center of the ballroom, where the hogwarts champions would share a dance with their dates.

fleur knew what she was doing, leading your anxious steps. she swayed gracefully, twirling like a ballerina. you soon melted into the dance and forgot the world around you. you stared into fleur's cerulean eyes, wondering how a crush on the beauxbatons champion turned into the deepest love you'd ever felt. you were so captivated by fleur that you didn’t realise the dance had ended until applause surrounded you.

“someone has got to do something about those idiots,” you groaned, finishing a shot and seeing ginny and harry stare at each other from across the room. neville had left early when he couldn’t handle his alcohol and harry’s date, parvati patil, had found herself snogging lavender brown after harry paid no mind to her all night. “they clearly like each other, what the hell are they waiting for?”

fleur agreed hastily, shaking her head at the two. your actions were exaggerated by your tipsy states, courtesy of the fire whiskey that had been passed around that evening. “ange, i think we need to matchmake our gryffindor friends.”

with the confidence from the alcohol and the feeling of being on the clouds when you were around fleur, you walked up to harry and fleur to ginny. “harry bloody potter,” you started, words slurring together. “what the fuck are you doing?”

harry looked at you wide-eyed. “y/n, are you drunk? what are you on about?” his demeanor changed after stealing a glance at ginny and he looked at you once more. “can i have some of whatever’s got you tossed?” you nodded, grinning.

“‘course! go and get wasted with ginny, then maybe you can kiss her instead of eye-fucking her.” harry stared at you like you had three heads, but his cheeks went red with obviousness. “fred and george have fire whiskey and gigglewater, go take a shot and grow some balls!”

pleased with yourself and seeing fleur finishing up with ginny, you walked out of the ball ─ but not before beaming sloppily at the sight of harry making his way to ginny.

“we did a good job,” fleur announced at your side, eliciting a nod from you. a toothy grin met you from harry and a smirk from ginny did too, which you obliviously didn’t realise was the ingrained memory of your drunk matchmaking with fleur. “since our work here is done, would the prettiest girl at the ball like to see the stars with me?”

this is love, you thought. every swoon when she spoke, every giggle while she ran out of the ball, and every butterfly when her fingers met yours. this is love, fleur thought too. she felt the same swoon when you spoke, your tipsy giggles were heaven, and you infected her with swarms of butterflies when she took your hand.

“you’re so pretty,” you slurred in the grass, stroking fleur's hair. the feeling in your stomach was so good and so nauseating, fueled by fleur’s laughter.

“you’re prettier,” fleur chirped back. “i’ve never had someone i can feel so free with, y/n. you're my one.” she stroked your cheek, gigglewater sweet on her breath.

“my one what?” you kissed her gently, moaning softly when her tongue hit the tip of yours. it was so clear to fleur. her one reason, her one love, her one purpose. her one, of course. but due to her intoxicated state, the blonde forgot to let the words out of her mouth.

when she didn’t answer, you sighed. “i gotta tell you something fleur,” you whispered. “i can tell you, can’t i?” she kissed you on the tip of the nose, sending heat to the spot.

“you can tell me anything.”

your heart would have been thumping without the alcohol running through your system, but instead you were calm. you knew this was right, you knew you should tell her.

“i love you, fleur.”

fleur’s lips curled into a smile. the moonlight had never hit her hair or her eyes this beautifully. she thought of the day you met. then the first sleepover. the first hogsmeade trip. the day her name was pulled out of the goblet, the day of the first task, and the day of the second. that first kiss, the best taste of her life. the dates, the naps, the hand-holding.

now, the first i love you.

“i love you too, y/n.”

bursting into more giggles, fleur cupped your face and kissed you deeply. her touch became more and more impassioned and she left you gasping for air while she smiled against your lips, yule makeup wrecked. cuddling into her side, fleur held you without another word. you looked up at the night sky, stars sparkling stunningly next to the white crescent moon.

fleur knew. without you being hers, she would still be that scared, done-up girl. without her one, fleur delacour wouldn’t know how to love.

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Prompt- Eyes, Glitter, Cloud

Pairing- Fleur Delacour x Reader

Word Count- 411

Hi I really hope you like this also I got a little carried away and sorry if it's a little rushed

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“Come on,” you said quietly, holding her hand as you snuck through the old castle that you liked to call your home. You ran through the halls as quietly as you could, hiding behind walls or tapestries whenever you heard someone nearby.

As a 7th year yourself you felt the need to give the most popular visitor a little tour of your own, having been throughout most of the castle already. You had to admit though, you could understand why everyone was head over heels for the girl who was by your side at that very moment.

Looking behind you once in a while you could see that she was filled with excitement during your so-called spontaneous adventure. You loved the way her smile stretched across her face and when she would try to hide her laugh when you tried to stay hidden.

Once in a while, though she’d drag you over to stop at a window and she’d stare out at the stars in the sky with wonder. She was trying to make you look at the stars too but all you could see was how the starry reflection would glitter off her eyes and if you weren’t already you swore you could’ve fallen in love all over again.

When you finally made it out of the castle, you perched yourself against a tree away from the Black Lake as you were there for the most recent challenge and you were worried about how she’d react, being so close. You both sat and watched as cloud after cloud would drift slowly through the sky and sometimes you’d use your imagination and say something the cloud looked like even if it was totally random, just to see her laugh.

But if you had to be honest, you especially enjoyed the night when she started pointing out the constellations that she knew. You knew she was intelligent and that was another thing you loved about her but something about seeing her so happy possibly made your heartbeat slightly faster.

You held her hand for what felt like hours and you only fell deeper in love, not knowing that she felt the same way but still living in bliss as the comfortable silence surrounded you two. Soon enough though you felt her drift off as she leaned against your chest and you could feel the wide smile on your face as you decided to join her in her slumber a few minutes afterward.

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Too Late

Summary: Bill Weasly doesn’t realize you’re in love with him and decides to marry Fleur instead. 

Trigger Warning(s): Angst, a broken heart, unrequited love, being too late, unedited 

Word Count: 1.4k

Too Late… (alternative ending)

You met Bill Weasley in your third year. All the cabins in the Hogwarts Express were full, all except the one Bill was in. There were some other third years, and a first year residing in the cabin. They all welcomed you in, having no problem with the new addition and since then, you and Bill had become close friends. By your fourth year, you spent nearly every holiday and summer at The Burrow. And by the time you both had graduated from Hogwarts and started down your own career paths, you both visited each other frequently, no matter where you were. You and Bill were inseparable.

The only downside of having such a profound friendship were the profound feelings that grew for the red head. A seedling of a school girl crush was planted by your fourth year, turning into infatuation by your fifth. By the time your seventh year rolled around, love blossomed in your heart for the eldest Weasley. The love grew until the thought of anyone else with him pained you. 

You had wanted to confess to Bill-- on numerous occasions. But you were always interrupted. And so you swallowed the emotions and remained by his side as his best friend. 

On one particular visit with Bill, you had mustered enough courage to bring the subject up. You both were walking through the pyramids side by side as Bill explained some of the curses in the tombs. 

“Bill?” you called softly. You fiddled with your fingers. 

Bill hummed. “Yes?”

“Is there anyone you fancy?” you asked, managing a nonchalant tone. 

Bill chuckled. “How old are we now?”

You shook your head, smiling at the joke. You hoped the smile reached your nauseated eyes. 

“Answer the question.” You bumped your shoulder lightly against his. 

“I suppose. I’ve always thought this woman was beautiful.”

“Always?” You asked the question before you could control your tongue, your tone sounding a bit too hopeful. 

Bill nodded his head. “Fleur is beautiful. I’ve been thinking of asking her on a date.”

Your heart sunk in your chest, your smile no doubt faltering. You turned your head towards a nearby tomb, eyes straining to keep your tears in. 

Bill turned towards you and placed a hand on your shoulder. “Whats wrong?”

You shrugged his hand off and stepped around some  vases. “I  just don’t like her is all.”

“Oh. I see.” Bill sighed. It was quiet for a moment. “Mom and Ginny don’t particularly like her either.”

You snorted. “With reason. Bill--” You turned to face him. “You can do so much better than her. Find--find someone like me.” You intended the last part to sound like a light hearted joke. 

“That’s not a bad idea,” Bill said with a cheeky grin and wink. “My mother loves you after all.”

Butterflies erupted in your stomach and fluttered to your heart. He had to be joking, there was no way he could share the same feelings. More, there was no way he could speak so highly of Fleur, then direct that admiration and attraction to you. Before you could open your mouth, laughter spilled from Bill’s lips. 

“It’s only a jest, Y/N, no need to be so serious.”

“It’s not right to play with a woman’s feelings,” you muttered, storming off.

Bill watched after you, confused. It occurred to you that his words held no depth. He didn’t want you. He had never wanted you.

True to his word, Bill had asked Fleur on a date. And a year later, had asked for her hand in marriage. When you had heard the news, your heart nearly shriveled into dust. Molly had been the one to break the engagement to you. You both were sitting in the kitchen, enjoying a cup of tea and some finger sandwiches. You had choked on the fragrant tea, chest tightening. 

“What?” you had asked after clearing your throat. 

“They’re engaged. Bill sent an owl this morning... Oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry,” Molly said her eyebrows knitting together. She placed a hand on top of your own in comfort. “I wanted it to be you. We all did.”

You nodded, not able to say anything and drank the remainder of your tea. Bill was a hopeless romantic, but you were sure he wouldn’t have let his feelings cloud his judgement. No one liked Fleur. How could he go further with her?

Months later you were back in the same spot, enjoying an imported tea with Molly when Bill and Fleur came trotting in. Your heart tightened at the sight of them laughing, at the sight of the ring on her finger. That should have been you. 

Bill shrugged off his coat and placed it on one of the hooks by the door. “Good afternoon,” he said cheerily, turning towards you. “I didn’t know you were going to be here. I  haven’t seen--or talked--to you in months--”

You stood up, tea forgotten. “It was wonderful spending time together Molly, but I’m afraid I must go. Something urgent has--”

“Oh yes, dear. We can reschedule,” Molly said with a smile, interrupting when your voice cracked. 

“You can’t be leaving so soon,” Bill stated, his brows furrowing. He moved towards you, extending a hand. 

You cleared your throat and moved around him. “I’ll send an owl. Good afternoon.”

The door yanked open as you quickly walked out to apparate home. A hand wrapped around your wrist and stopped you in your tracks. 

“Hold on,” Bill said, out of breath. 

He had ran out of the house without his coat. His red locks were tussled with the wind and his eyes bore into yours. Eyes that were filled with hurt and confusion. 

“What’s gotten into you?” he questioned. 

“I’m not sure what you mean,” you responded stubbornly, yanking your wrist out of his grasp. 

The hurt in Bill’s eyes grew more as they trailed from his hand to your face. 

“I haven’t seen you in months--since Egypt. I haven’t talked to you in months, you didn’t even answer any of my letters--”

“It’s for the best Bill. I’m sure Fleur wouldn’t like you speaking with other women.”

“Fleur--” he gave an exasperated sigh. “Is that what this is about?”

You didn’t respond. Instead you looked out to the horizon, fighting back tears that were threatening to spill. 

“Look at me, Y/N,” Bill said softly. “Please.”

“I can’t William. I  can’t--” Tears choked your speech and you turned away. 

“William?” Bill walked around you to meet your eye. “What the hell is going on? You never call me that--no one ever does.”

You worked your bottom lip between your teeth to keep it from quivering and looked up. Tears now fell freely from your eyes and your throat closed up. This was the end of your friendship with Bill, it had to be. You could no longer stand on the sidelines, your heart being torn to part every time you looked at Bill and Fleur together. You loved him too damn much. 

“I’m so helplessly in love with you, idiot,” you choked out. A humorless laugh tumbled from your lips. “And I’m too late. Even in Egypt, I  was too late.”

Bill looked at you in shock, his mouth slightly agape. It was completely silent, your sniffles being the only occasional sound. Bill’s eyes roamed your face, realization suddenly hitting him. 

“You...” he took a deep breath. “In Egypt...?” His brows furrowed and he shook his head. “I thought you were joking. I  never thought...”

“Never thought that I was in love with you? I’ve been in love with you since our fifth year...” You shook your head and took a deep breath. “It doesn’t matter. You’re engaged to Fleur. And I’m too late.”

You wiped the tears from your eyes with the sleeve of your sweater and took another deep breath. Your eyes met Bill’s as you prepared yourself to apparate. Your eyes drank in his features, trying to engrave him into your mind. You didn’t want to forget Bill. Then again, you didn’t think you ever could. He would always be your first love. 

“Let’s just talk about this, Y/N,” Bill pleaded. He reached for you again, and pulled back quickly. “I want you--”

“Goodbye, Bill.” 

The world distorted around you as you apparated to your home. The familiar scent of lavender wafted through your nose as your feet found place on padded carpet. Your ears tingled with the sound of Bill’s voice, his words reverberated through your heart. 

“I loved you, too.” 

Too Late… (alternative ending)

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my fave hp chracters are Fleur, Luna and Draco

...im not even into blonds