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[mastermindmiko]

Hi! Could please write more ron Weasley fluff with a little bit of angst, it could literally be abt anything<3

Charcoal pancakes and confessions

Hey! sorry that this is a bit late, but none the less, here it is.

Pairing: Ron Weasley + Reader word count: 1393 Trigger warnings: Sexual innuendos, and that's it I believe, but lmk. Summary: You and Ron spend time together at the Burrow without anymore and it gives you a glimpse of what you would want it to be like in the future.

a/n: once again doing the summary rhyming thing at the beginning of the chapter (calling it poetry would be an insult to poetry) lmk if I should scrap the idea, I do however think that it's pretty cute

Give me a day or two to spend within your arms, to show you that I’m all that you need. We can play pretend and just make believe with you by my side and your arms around me. We can foresee the future as I need it to be, with you by my side and our house under my feet. I know you’re not sure yet about you and me, but I need you to see that I could be your home, if not the one you want then the one that you need. 

I wake up to the smell of something burning, and a few shouts. I can hear many curses as I wake up. I sit up, and go to stand up, immediately noticing the ache in between my legs. A shiver runs up my body and I reach for the clothes that are scattered under the floor. Putting on only what’s necessary. 

The curses and shouts get louder as I walk down the stairs to where Ron is creating a mess in the kitchen. A fire is brewing underneath the pan, as a few lumpy black objects fuel it like coal. I grab my wand and wave a spell that reduces the fire to a small amount, then I grab a small glass of water and spill its contents till the fire is gone. I chuckle at the mess that the kitchen’s in, “What exactly were you trying to do?” 

“Pancakes.” He says and then he walks over to wrap his arms around me. He sets his chin on my shoulder and I place my hands above his over my stomach. He twirls me around causing a quick giggle to leave my throat. He grins down at me and he pulls me by my arm, having me tripping over my feet into his chest to give me a kiss. I say, “You didn’t have to.” 

“Of course I did…” He trails off then scans my body noticing the fabric that’s foreign to my skin but not his. He continues, “Especially when you look so good in my clothes.” 

“Ahh, you’re exaggerating.” I tease him, and he pulls me closer to his chest once more. I can smell his shampoo and lotion, making him even more heavenly to me. His face turns into a faux serious and he says, “Not at all, you’re completely breathtaking.” 

I loved days like this when his family all left the Burrow to attend to their business and Ron would invite me over. I’d imagine that is what it would be like if we were together and maybe even sharing a house. He pecks my lips and then whispers, “You feeling alright? Your legs okay?” 

“Mhm…” I say against his lips, and he grins, already reaching a hand down to cup my ass. He says, “That’s good cause we’re gonna do it again tonight.” 

“Not tonight, your parents are coming back.” I inform him, as I step away from his grasp and throw the bricks that he calls pancakes away. He frowns, and his arms fall to his sides as I slip away. He says, “They’re coming back the twenty third.” 

“Yes, and look at the calendar.” I say, and he looks back to where the calendar hangs. His mouth drops as he notices the number twenty three written in large numbers. He slumps down and sighs, “I thought we had another day…”

“It’s alright, there’ll be other times.” I tell him trying to brighten his mood. I motion for him to bring me a few eggs as I crack them over the already hot pan from Ron’s failed pancake attempts. He wraps his hands around me once more. He presses a kiss to my shoulder, and he trails up till he’s at my ear. I shiver and he says, “We’ll have to make the most of the next few hours then.” 

“I really wish I could, but I have to start packing.” I remind him and move aside so Ron can put the eggs on the plates and set them on the table. He already brought forks and knives for us to use on the table. He questions, “What will you be packing for?” 

“Your parents are coming back tonight, and your family will be visiting, as well as some other friends…” I trail off hoping he would get the idea without me having to spell it out for him. He just looks at me confused when he’s already eaten nearly half of his eggs. His head tilts to the side and my heart clenches at just how much I love it when he does that.

“We’re not going to be alone here anymore, Ron.” 

“So? My parents love you.” Ron tells me and I roll my eyes, and move the eggs around on my plate. I hint at it once more, “They’re not the problem, Ron.” 

“Is it the sex? Because I’m sure we can find somewhere to do it-” 

“Hermione’s going to be there, Ron.” I say, and his mouth forms an ‘o’ shape. He nods his head a couple times while I look down at my food. I put a piece of it in my mouth and chew slowly. He looks down understandably till he perks up again. He looks at me, eyebrows furrowed. He asks, “Wait, why’s that a problem?”

I sigh and I look at him, trying to see if he’s joking or not. He does look confused, he’s always been an idiot when it comes to matters of the heart. I look away and push the scrambled eggs around with my fork before whispering, “I don’t want everyone to know that I’m the girl you’re with until Hermione can be with you.” 

“I don’t understand.” Ron asks, and my chest burns with the reminder of what we have or lack thereof. He places a hand on my knee in support and I suck in a breath before telling him, “I don’t want everyone to know that you’re only just with me until you can be with Hermione because everyone knows that you want her and not me.” 

“I don’t get what you mean.” 

“Ron, stop acting like that. I know that you want Hermione, you’ve wanted her for years now, and I’m just a placeholder. We’ve been at this for almost two years now, and never once have you ever said that I was your girlfriend, you’ve never even told me you liked me…” I burst, and I can see his fallen expression.

“Is that what you think?” Ron asks, and I don’t reply, just opt to look at my feet instead. He reaches his hand out to turn my face towards him. A teardrop falls, and I shut my eyes at how stupid I feel. He brushes it away with his thumb. He says, “I want to be your boyfriend, I wasn’t sure if you wanted more, I didn’t want to pressure you with anything, especially since you always seemed very content with what we’ve got.” 

“Well, I’m a great actor.” I chuckle, and he grins at me. He reaches out to hold my hand that’s in my lap. He rubs smooth circles over my hand and he looks at my eyes then flushes. He says, “And I always thought it was pretty obvious.” 

“What is?” 

“That I’m in love with you.” He confesses and my heart lurches to my throat. I search and scan for answers in his eyes for any sort of lie or uncertainty, but he was just smiling at me. He chuckles, “Merlin, I’ve even been thinking about a ring design.” 

My heart thumps against my chest, and I blush. He reaches over to plant a lovely kiss on the back of my hand then the other. He kissed one cheek then the next, and finally landed on my lips. He sighs, “I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you earlier.” 

“I shouldn’t have assumed either…you were pretty heartbroken when you broke up with her.” I explained, recalling how he would send me a letter in the middle of the night asking me to meet him where he would talk my ear off about so many things just because he felt so lonely after she left him. Ron asks, “Do you know why Hermione broke up with me?” 

“No.” 

“It’s because even she realised that my heart belongs to you.”

a/n: Hope you liked it!

[elliebyrrdwrites]

Dramione Drabble 31

DISCLAIMER: It’s come to my attention that Ron Bashing is very upsetting to some readers. So , please do note that this post uses the Ron Weasley tag because he is a significant character in this particular story, also this is his POV . HOWEVER, please mind that this also includes a Ron bashing tag. If you are offended by Ron bashing, don’t bother.

I had to write this one, the inspiration hit and I’ll be in LA all day tomorrow visiting my sister. So here we go! Also, I’m adding to the next chapter on ao3, so it will be a minute before I post it.

Ron had mixed feelings about working the night shift on the beat. Before they were ordered to have a partner with them at all times, he’d been able to pop into Hermione’s or even Parvati’s while on patrol. Some nights, he was able to visit both witches.

He wasn’t proud of what he had done to Hermione. Parvati had been aware, from the beginning, that he had no intention of leaving Hermione. She was his til the end. And he was hers.

The thing with Parvati wasn’t serious and she had been okay with that. It was just a way to get that little bit extra he wasn’t getting with Hermione. He had assumed that she was content, if not happy, with their love life. He didn’t want to hurt her feelings by telling her that he needed more.

But, what if she had been severely disappointed. Maybe that was why she never complimented him, never praised him, never rolled off of him in a state of pure bliss.

With Hermione, it was always straight to work. She’d have to make tea, or clean her kitchen, or catch up on paperwork.

What if she wasn’t satisfied and that was why she kept busy after? What if she was seeking that little extra bit that Ron couldn’t give her from someone else.

What if that someone was Malfoy? He seemed to sordid type to get off on hitting his women or choking them. Hermione was not that kind of girl. She never asked Ron for anything naughty.

But Ron watched her, wondering. She avoided eye contact with him whenever they passed by one another. Ron would fantasize about grabbing her hand, pulling her into an office. Anyone’s office, it didn’t matter. Whichever one was nearby. And he’d go down on her and make her cry and shout out his name. She’d thank him for being so good to her, for making her cum so hard. Ask him to take her back. You know, shit like that. Something fantastical. Something erotic.

Ron would stop at the end of the hall and watch her.

With Malfoy, she’d look right into his creepy pale eyes and smile. She’d look at his bruised face, the dried blood on his lip that never seemed to go away and her eyes would fucking light up.

Hermione would look right into his face and see something in or past all of those sneers and scowls. She was blind to the monster lurking within.

Even worse now, she resembles him. The scowls and the sneers have migrated and taken residence on her beautiful round features, her eyes just as cold and pale as Malfoys.

She was scary, now. Other Aurora avoided her gestate, shivered when they thought she wasn’t looking. Whispered about her behind her back.

And now her and Harry were both looking at Ron like he was the monster. Ron was only human, and humans were animals. Fucking was just a natural need. It delivered the endorphins that were desperately needed after the war, after losing his brother.

Everyone did it. Every being did it. The birds and the bees and all that shit. It’s just that when Ron got off, he needed to be told what a good, sweet boy he was. That he was a hero., a savior. Someone worthy.

But sometimes, once upon a time, Hermione would look at him like he was. He missed it. Fuck, he missed her. It’s a terrible thing. That, even though Ron had fucked up and he still had Parvati, he didn’t want to give up Hermione. He loved her body as much as any others, probably more. No man enjoyed accepting the idea that he would no longer have it to himself. Maybe never again.

And Ron certainly didn’t accept the fact that Malfoy might be the new proud owner of that particular one.

“Hey, Weasley.”

Oh, right. The other reason he hated these shifts. Not only could he not drop by Hermione’s, he was permanently stuck with Anthony Goldstein. He wasn’t a terrible bloke. But he was shifty, a bit off. His movements were jerky, timid. He looked like somebody who didn’t belong on the force. He looked like someone who was thrown into it, forced to become an Auror and had never accepted that fact.

Ron pinched his lips together, and pulled his eyes from the corner building where Hermione lived. Her windows were dark. She probably wasn’t home.

He nodded to Goldstein in acknowledgment.

“Isn’t this the apothecary where Hermione and Malfoy got into that altercation?”

Goldstein was staring into window of the shop. The lights were dim, as if to still keep the potions advertised on display in the front window. Or perhaps the witch who ran the place was still inside, cleaning up.

Ron stepped up beside him. The wizard flinched and Ron couldn’t help the roll of his eyes. “Yeah,” He sighed. “That’s the one.”

Goldstein looked up at and stared. Ron could feel his eyes assessing him. “You and Malfoy don’t get along, do you?”

Ron dug his hands into his pockets, thumbing the wand nestled inside and laughed. One short, derisive bark. “What makes you think that, Goldstein?” He frowned and shook his head, a little ashamed at the acidic tone of his voice. “Look, let’s just say that the day where every day of my life stops revolving around Malfoy, will be the best day of my life.”

Anthony was still staring at him. Ron was staring at the window, at the dim light of the back room, a shadow moving. Through his peripheral, Goldstein was nodding slowly. He might have been grinning, but that wouldn’t make any sense. Goldstein hated conflict, he was a bit of a coward

But then Goldstein moved for the door. “We should go in.”

Ron shook his head. “Nah, she’s closing up. Besides it wasn’t our crime scene.”

“I heard she hadsa love potion. It might help mend whatever went sour between you and Hermione.”

“No thanks, mate.” Ron chuckled nervously. “I’ve had one too many experiences with love potions.”

“But, this isn’t like Amortentia. This one helps to…alter the way you think.” Goldstein voice was less flinchy and more persuasive than he had ever heard him. It was unsettling.

“That’s Barmy.”

“The witch who brews it says it allows you to connect with your lover on some kind of mental or spiritual level.”

“I’m not slipping ‘Mione anything, Goldstein.”

“You wouldn’t have to.” He opened the door and said, as he stepped inside. “You take the potion. All you need is a strand of her hair to add to it.”

And then Goldstein was disappearing into the shop and into the dark shadows of the potion filled shelves. “What the — Goldstein!” Had the wizard lost his mind?

Stepping into the Apothecary sent a shudder down Ron’s spine. The hairs on his arms stood. Something was definitely off about this. But the witch didn’t seem to notice or care about the jingle of the bell on her door, and Goldstein was lost somewhere in the vast array of potions. Some of them glittered, some were glowing in the dark. Some were as dark as the sky outside.

None of them seemed ordinary. Most of them, Ron didn’t recognize.

But he crept along the shelving, the habit of staying quiet and undetected hard to break. He passed shelves labeled things like Elixirs for Life. Others with the words, Poisons to live by. But when Ron reached the shelf that was labeled, Love, Sex and other maladies, he knew he was in the middle of something shady.

Of course, none of that helped him to prepare for the figure that leapt out in front of him, or for the wand that was pointed directly at his temple before the voice whispered the incantation that would turn his brain into dough, softening into something that could be kneaded and molded into surrendering. Ron’s entire body locked up, his mind went quiet.

Nothing was the same. Nothing was known. His name, his desires, his job.

No, for Ron, everything had changed the second that voice had uttered the word to end it all, “Imperio.”

[yellowistheraddest]

LADIES, GENTLEMEN AND FELLOW CONTORTIONS OF THE HUMAN SPIRIT, i present to you 9 drawing requests with accompanying commentary...

request one:

honestly its not a crime but they are criminally curious to learn the rich history of Dallas in 1963! i mean arent you curious, you should google what happened there on november 22nd!!!

request number 2:

OH BABY you know i love making people feel :( my most popular post is characters crying so i was supposed to have fun with it but 3 people hugging - dude, i was no the verge of insanity and in the end pearl just kinda got swallowed up and disappeared.

[[7 MORE UNDER CUT!!]]

request tres:

coming from the last drawing i was still on the 'lmao get sad' bandwagon, and simon and athena they have lived through somethings so once again i drew people crying :D so heres a drawing of little athena and her goth uncle having a nice little hug and nothing ever went wrong

request četiri:

by now everyone should know that my favourite AU is these two bastards meeting before phoenix became a lawyer; ya know so he doesnt need to break his back trying to learn law as an art student - not that he learns much as he doesnt know what a cross examination is in his first case,,

request pénte:

this request marked the second day of drawing.

now,, i might have not read the request before i drew sooo i kinda just drew them taking a selfies at a steel samurai con so i kindly edited the second drawing to contain a peace sign. [the plush is the hellish creature named the iron infant [from AAI i think] and i bet its like the worst character in the franchise and these two will definitely burn it when they get home]

request numero sześć:

now i swore to never post kissing on here so i spare myself of the cringw when i look back later, so just dont read the first half and enjoy the way i found out you cant really draw flicking without making a comic. like the motion is so small yet so powerful how do you draw that?!?!?!?!?!? this looked miles better in my brain...

request shtatë:

you know what else is like rocks? big frozen chunks of ice, like the one here :D

RIP LMAO

request huit:

ah the t4t to end all t4ts. ron is definitely a guy to fall at first sight and bro desiree is the definition of girlboss

also people forget that larry was rons coworker and i need more content of those two because they are just wildly opposite

[edit: ''sir are good'' HUH??? brother i need to go to sleep and just not draw for the next millenia]

now we have arrived at the end of our trip...

you may be thinking "yellow, you said that there were 9 drawings!"

YES, but no.. theres probably a reason behind this but when i opened my inbox and saw this was like a game character who was stun locked. i mean look at this, aka request number NINE:

love ya to death, babes, but please get some rest because i think you forgot to write in the characters you wanted to see. despite that i decided to draw what you requested:

now just imagine whichever characters you waant in those places! wait was your request an investment so you can have an infinite amount of ships inserted into this pose???

anywho, ummmmm.. yeah Now we have reached the end - but do not fear, im not dying or going away. im still going to be here on my ace attorney bullshit as long as my brain can stand.

sadly i have to say GOODNIGHT, LADIES, GENTLEMEN AND FELLOW CONTORTIONS OF THE HUMAN SPIRIT. may we meet once again when the planets align and it rains in the greatest depths of the ocean o7

[celandeline]

Summer of Like // Farleigh Start x OC (10)

I swear it only gets hotter as the summer goes on. I’m grateful for the lake - the last refuge of solace in the unbearable heat of the midday sun. The water is by no means cold - but it’s cooler than the air, and therefore better. 

I float next to the little dock that Venetia is using to sunbathe, lounging on a tube that’s supposed to look like a watermelon, sunglasses perched on my nose so that I’m not blinded every time I tilt my head up to talk to Venetia. I have no idea how she’s not absolutely dying, just laying out in the open like that, but she seems perfectly content, propped up on her elbows to look down at me. On the shore, Farleigh sprawls over a beach chair, flipping through Harry Potter. Felix and Oliver are splashing back and forth, knee deep in the lake. 

Out of the blue, Felix asks. “Do you think Harry, Hermione, and Ron all have threesomes?”

I snort, and turn my head to look at Felix, sure that he’s joking. But the look on his face makes it seem like the thought just dawned on him, and he simply has to know the answer. 

Venetia laughs, more of a cackle than her usual giggle. “What?”

Farleigh barely moves, simply tilting his head down to look over the top edge of his sunglasses. “Oh, without a fucking doubt.”

Felix, even though he was the one who asked the question, seems surprised. “You think they all fuck?”

Farleigh idly turns a page. “They’re missing out on an opportunity if they’re not.” He says. There’s a pause as a wry smile plays at his lips - the kind I’ve come to associate with a jab at Oliver of some kind. “I mean - it’s not like we all haven’t had a threesome.”

“What are you on about mate?” Felix laughs. “I’ve not. Ollie’s not - right Ollie?”

Oliver dutifully shakes his head no.

“Sorry.” Farleigh drawls. “It’s not like the cool ones of us haven’t had a threesome.” He amends, shifting his gaze towards me and Venetia. 

“Have you had a threesome, V?” I ask, turning to her. 

Her cheeks are red - but I can’t tell if it’s the beginnings of a sunburn or an embarrassed blush. “Yeah.” She admits. 

“And I wasn’t invited?” I ask, indignant. 

Venetia laughs. “Sorry - I’ll be sure to let you know next time, since you’re so desperate to come.”

“Well, I’ve got to get a threesome under my belt if I want Farleigh to think I’m cool.” I say.

From the shore, Farleigh makes a disbelieving snort. “Please. You’re telling me V and I are the only ones? Really Eves? Never? You’ve got to have loads of boys - hell, girls too probably - wrapped around your fingers.” He turns his attention towards Felix. “And really Felix I’m disappointed - you’ve got girls falling all over you and you’ve never had a threesome? Really, you should use your powers for good and get Oliver in one - get rid of that pesky virginity.”

Felix’s face falls into a disapproving frown. “Farleigh. Play nice.”

Oliver turns a deep shade of red that reaches all the way down his chest. “I’m not…” He says.

Farleigh squints at him over the top of his sunglasses. “Oops.” He says, obviously not sorry about his mistake at all. “Who would have guessed?”

“Not me.” Venetia says, quiet so that only I’ll hear it. 

“Me either.” I say, snickering back to her. “I thought you were going to have to pop his cherry-”

“I’m not going to fuck him.” Venetia groans. 

“You’re in denial-”

“Will you shut up about it-”

“I only tease because it’s true-”

“It’s not true-”

“You look at him like you want to eat him, V-”

“I don’t tease you about Farleigh-”

“What about me?” 

Too lost in our back and forth, I don’t notice that Farleigh’s left his beach chair until he’s behind me in the lake, the water lapping at his thighs. I tilt my head back to look up at him, only to find him already gazing down at me, his sunglasses left on the shore. “Nothing.” I say out of instinct, and only barely stop myself from cringing at how totally stupid it sounds. 

“Evie thinks you’re fit.” Venetia says, grinning. 

I am very glad that my sunglasses are big enough to cover a significant portion of my cheeks, and hopefully hide the blush that I’m sure is spreading over my face. I could deny it - but what’s the point, when it’ll just sound more incriminating than accepting it?

Farleigh smiles, and I watch as his gaze traces over me. “Join the club.” He says.

Venetia rolls her eyes. “So humble.”

Farleigh shrugs. “It’s not my fault I’m model material.” He says, wading off towards Oliver and Felix. 

As soon as he’s out of earshot, I round on Venetia. “Why would you say that?”

“To get you to shut up about me and Ollie.” She hisses back. “It’s not like it matters anyway - you haven’t even made up your mind about whether you want to fuck him yet.”

“And what now, if I decide that I do?” I say. 

“Then I’ve already completed a step of the process for you, you’re welcome.” She says. 

I roll my eyes. “I’m totally not inviting you to my threesome.”

She scoffs, a grin stretching over her face. “Wow.” She drawls. “Then I’m not inviting you to my next threesome.”

“Fine.” I say.

“Fine.”

I hold her gaze for as long as I can until we both break out into giggles.

&lt;previous part | next part >

[braveclementine]

Chapter 17

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (However they are very few so those under the age of 18 can still read a majority of this book. However please keep note of the warnings).

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 a cat in the morning. A hand kept running over my head in soothing motions and I twitched an ear. "Morning." Severus whispered in my ear. I rolled over onto my back and stretched, my paws reaching up towards the ceiling and then I flopped onto my side, all four paws on the right side of my body and mewed, closing my eyes again.

He chuckled. "Tired?"

"Meow."

"Figures." He said, sounding amused. "You were up late last night."

I meowed again, standing up on his chest, and stretching. Then I walked across his chest and licked his cheek with my tiny tongue. Then I hopped off the bed and became human again.

"Oh good." He said, standing up too. He pushed me against the wall and kissed me roughly. I closed my eyes, welcoming everything.

He moved his lips to the side of my neck. "Careful." I whispered. "You already left one mark on me and Umbridge is still poking around." But I was shivering with excitement.

"You don't seem to want me to be careful." He whispered gently, his lips touching my neck. I could just barely fell the tip of his tongue.

"It's your head. . ." I muttered weakly.

He bit me gently and I let out a little moan of ecstasy, trembling with anticipation. I moved my hand so that I could lift his face to mine and I was so rough in my kiss that I accidentally bit his bottom lip- it really wasn't intentional. He wrapped his arms around me so tight I thought he was going to break something and I could feel my back pressed up against the wall.

I could feel his long hair against my face, I could feel one hand on the small of my back, the other wrapped underneath my ass. I could feel his lips and his tongue on mine. I felt everything. Goosebumps rose up on my arms and I tightened them around the back of his head.

"Fuck. . ." I muttered softly.

"How bad you are." he whispered, his lips a quarter of an inch above mine. I had another heart palpitation at those words. "You really should be good. . ." and he pressed his lips to mine again.

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"𝕳𝖎 𝕳𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖞." 𝕴 said brightly, joining him and Ron in the Great Hall for lunch. He looked very downcast and kept shooting looks up at the teachers table. "What's wrong?"

"Umbridge went to the Minister again." Harry spat out. "Fred, George, and I still got the life time ban and she took our brooms."

"What!" I asked, my smile dropping off my face and I sat down. "She can't. . . I guess she can. . ."

"But the Minister said you did nothing wrong apparently." Hermione said soothingly to me. "So you're still Captain. She can't do anything about it."

"And Draco?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"Still on the Slytherin team." Ron said bitterly. "His father probably bribed the Minister or something."

Hagrid reappeared at the teacher's table at that moment. Fred, George, and Lee ran up the aisle, roaring with delight to shake Hagrid's hands. I saw other students, however, exchange gloomy glances, especially at the Ravenclaw table.

"Tuesdays going to be a nightmare for you guys." I muttered. "At least I get him tomorrow morning."

Monday morning I trooped down to Hagrid's cabin along with the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. Hagrid was waiting for us, a dead cow slung over his shoulders. Many of the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws exchanged nervous glances with each other.

"We're workin' in here today! Bit more sheltered! Anyway, they prefer the dark. Right, well, I've bin savin' a trip inter the forest fer yer fifth year. Though we'd go an' see these creatures in their natural habitat. Now, what we're studyin' today is pretty rare, I reckon I'm probably the on'y person in Britain whos' managed ter train 'em. Now then, if yer all ready, let's go an' see 'em."

Hagrid turned and strode into the forest and I followed behind him quickly. The others came after me.

We walked for about ten minutes and we came to a place where the trees stood so closely together that it was almost as dark as though it was twilight. Hagrid dropped the cow on the ground and turned to face the class. His face was a mess but it was well hidden here.

"Gather roun', gather roun'. Now, they'll be attracted by the smell o' the meat but I'm goin' ter give 'em a call anyway, 'cause they'll like ter know it's me." He turned and cupped his hands around his mouth and made some sort of shrieking call. He did it twice more.

I saw them first. Their eyes were blank, white, and shiny. It was hard to see anymore of their body considering they were black in color. The class didn't see them though and from the looks of it, I was the only one who could see them.

"Oh, an' here comes another one!" Hagrid called out and with a shock, I realized that Hagrid could see them. It had never occurred to me before that he could. And I wondered briefly who he had seen die. His father perhaps? But I was sure he'd been at Hogwarts when that happened.

"An' another!" Hagrid said excitedly as a third showed up. "Now put yer hands up, who can see 'em?"

I was the only one in class who raised my hand. I saw some of the Ravenclaws murmuring.

"Yeah. . . I knew you'd be able ter, Elizabeth. Tha' it?" Hagrid asked, looking around. "So these creatures are called Thestrals. Hogwarts has got a whole herd of 'em here. Now, who knows why one of yeh can see it, and other's can't?"

I raised my hand again.

"Go on Elizabeth."

"Only people who have seen someone pass away can see Thestrals." I said, putting my hand down. "That's why people associate them with bad omens. But they aren't really a bad omen, it's only because of the death situation."

"Tha's exactly right." Hagrid said happily. "Ten points ter Hufflepuff. Now, Thestrals usually come as large herds. This particular herd started with five females and one male. This one, name o' Tenebrus, he's my special favorite, firs' one born here in the forest after the male mated with one of the females." He was putting his hand on one of the horses but to everyone else, it looked like it was floating in midair.

Hagrid continued to give us a rundown of the facts about Thestrals and when class was over, I eavesdropped on some of the Ravenclaws.

"That wasn't a horrible lesson." Terry was saying to Anthony, "In fact, as standards go, it was a very interesting lessons. I wonder who Kane watched die."

"It sounds horrible when you put it that way." Anthony said, frowning. "But her parents passed away when she was a baby, maybe it was them."

"Maybe it was Cedric." Terry said and looked over and saw me looking and blushed. I rolled my eyes as they sped up towards the castle.

The next day in Herbology, I saw that Hermione's face was absolutely livid and I assumed the worst.

"You were right." Hermione snapped before I could open my mouth to say anything. "She was absolutely horrible to him."

I kept my mouth shut because Hermione seemed very pissed at me though I wasn't sure why. Then she confronted me after class and I was quite aware about why now.

"You should've told him!" She said angrily as we headed back into the castle. "You should've told him what was going to happen."

"Bloody hell, I'm sorry." I muttered. "But I already tried warning him and you did too and he didn't listen."

There was so much to be done as we entered December too. Hufflepuff played Ravenclaw and though I had foreseen us losing, I caught the snitch in under 17 minutes. I checked the scores and saw that we had won. I wondered why that was but I wasn't going to complain.

There were things to be done as a prefect as well. We had to supervise Christmas decorating, watch first and second-years during their breaks inside classrooms, and also patrol the corridors more often.

I was going to be going home for Christmas. Well, not home home. I was going to Grimmauld place. I hadn't told Sirius but I assumed he'd be happy when I showed up on his doorstep regardless.

I was spending a lot of time in Severus' office when I wasn't doing anything else. I hadn't been back in the forest and I was getting angsty and liked to get rid of my pent up energy by wrestling with him.

"It's freezing in here." I said, my robes draped over the chair. I was sitting in the chair, my feet propped up on his desk while he graded homework and I graded tests. It was cold in the dungeons- I could see my breath misting in the air. "How do you stand it down here?"

"Practice." He said simply. "You get used to it after a while."

I shivered, marking an answer off on the test because it was wrong. My hands started grow numb with cold and I kept putting the quill down to rub my hands together to warm them up again.

Once I was done with the tests, I put them back on his desk and sat down on his bed, wrapping myself in his warm blankets and closed my eyes. I could hear the brief scratches of his quill on the parchment. I dozed briefly until I heard the quill scratches stop and the sound of shoes falling onto the floor.

The bed creaked and he pulled me down so that I was laying next to him. I pressed my feet up against his leg. Somehow, he was still very warm.

"You are cold." He said, sounding immensely surprised and I giggled.

"I did tell you." I said, amused.

"I think your lips are blue." He said seriously.

I pressed my face into his neck. He shivered now. I hesitated for a second and then, blushing, gently bit him. He jumped, not expecting it.

"Did I hurt you?" I asked, pulling away quickly, a worried expression on my face.

He looked at me like it was the first time he was seeing me. "Bloody hell Elizabeth." He said weakly. My hand was on his chest and I could feel his heart was pounding twice as fast as it normally did.

I grinned and lowered my lips back to the same spot, teasing him. He let out a shuddering breath, his hands on my waist. He wasn't pushing me away or pulling me to him, it was more like he was trying to steady himself.

I'd never done this before, but as his heart started to beat faster, I knew I must be doing something right as I ran my tongue down his neck slowly. Then my hands were on the front of his shirt, undoing the upper buttons. He had completely frozen as I finished unbuttoning the last button.

I'd often wondered what he looked like underneath. Sometimes I imagined abs. Sometimes I imagine a smooth stomach. I knew he wasn't fat. I was, however, incredibly impressed with what I saw. He had a full six pack of abs. They weren't the ridiculous kind either that body builders had. He was just. . . solid.

He started to laugh, a low laugh. "You look surprised."

I didn't answer, just trailed my fingers over his abs. I had a mental image of me running my tongue over his abs and blushed beet red. He put his hand on my face and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

I blushed even redder and shook my head, looking away. "Nothing." I said softly.

He cupped my chin in one hand so that I was looking at him. "Really?" He asked softly, amused.

I blushed darker. "Er-"

He pulled my face down lower so that our noses were touching. "Really?" He breathed, his breath tickling me.

"Um-"

He pulled me down so that our lips touched and I was filled with a sudden energy and gripped his waist with my legs, tightening them on either side of him. There was a sudden urgency within me that made me feel that if I didn't kiss him, I was going to die.

He received me eagerly and he rolled over so that he was on top of me, pressing himself down on me. My hands were in his hair, I didn't know where his hands were because all I could think about were his lips on mine.

"Stay for Christmas." He murmured suddenly against my cheek.

"I can't." I said. "I already said I was going home- well, not home- but you know. I don't want Sirius to be alone for Christmas."

He made a sound that might've been out of disgust in the back of his throat and I tried to resurface to glare at him. "Be nice." I stressed.

"I am nice." he murmured, his lips on the right side of my neck.

I giggled. "Besides, why would I stay? I'm at least able to escape Umbridge for a couple weeks."

He groaned. "Fair point, but you could spend Christmas with me."

I smiled at him. "I would but you're not going to be alone here. Sirius is."

He frowned down at me. I stuck my tongue out at him.

"What a child." He muttered, kissing me. I pouted. "Still being a child." he said, amused. I stuck my tongue out again, touching his lips, and he pressed his lips to mine again with renewed vigor.

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[pebblysand]

Heyyy Pebbles! Hope you're doing fab as always! Have been re reading Castles and ukw I'm just so happy that i did since I feel I've missed out on some minor aspects than what I had read the previous time and most of all I absolutely adore your writing skills. I'm so in awe of how well you write and I just can't seem to fathom how you do it.

If it's okay, can you please share sneak peeks of the following words

'Love', 'better', 'care/caring', 'kind/kindness', 'mum', 'dad', 'brother/brothers', 'harry', 'ginny'

Don't mean to pressurize you or anything but I just wanna tell you that I'm so so excited for the next chapters and i can't wait to read them ❤ and yeah thanks so kuch for the great content, you've no idea how happy you make me (ik castles is somewhat angsty lol but it does make me happy😊)

hiiiii! aw, thank you so much, that's so sweet 🥹❤️! this means the world, really!! also, bear in mind that these might not even be aspects that you missed, but things i changed in the interim haha. i do go back and tweak things sometimes :).

okay, sneak peeks! do note that this is a first draft and that some of these may not make the final version ❤️.

love: Harry tensed, that morning, but Ginny let her mother yell. She tended to the owl and let her mother yell and let the minutes pass - until the letter turned into ash. ‘It’s how she shows love,’ she shrugged. Errol was blinking wildly; she took him into her arms like a baby, as if to shelter him from the screaming. ‘Fred and George got half a dozen of them after they decided to open the shop. It’s the silence you really need to worry about.’

better (this one yielded a major spoiler but i'll allow it lol): Ginny chose. He helped. It was one afternoon a bit later, when he found her laying on her stomach on Sirius’s bed (her bed - their bed, he corrected), wearing a t-shirt and a pair of jean shorts tight around her bum, surrounded with Muggle and Wizarding travel guides, spines broken, open flat around her, the tip of her quill caressing her bottom lip. He couldn’t help but smile. ‘So, I was thinking -’ she explained. His gaze settled on hers. ‘You’ve never been out of the country so maybe somewhere they speak English is better.’ She hummed a little, like she knew he was looking. ‘There’s Australia,’ she added. ‘But, I reckon maybe that might not be something we want.’ There wasn’t any need to say more. ‘Plus, anywhere in the Southern Hemisphere is gonna be winter.’ She paused, glanced up at him. There was that thing in her gaze that always makes his trousers feel tight. ‘So, I was thinking: America?’

care: He shakes his head. Knows damn well she didn’t mean for this to happen. ‘I didn’t see him either.’ In the dark, with the flashing lights, it’s lucky they even saw him at all. Harry decides he doesn’t want this to ruin her night. ‘It’s fine,’ he says. ‘I don’t care.’

kind: As they travel the Midwest, with the sun on her face, Ginny sleeps in the car. She does that a lot, Harry notices, and it kind of makes him wonder if she sleeps at night. She found the time to create that map she gave him for his birthday without him noticing. They are laying in bed one night when she says: ‘I don’t want you to die.’

mum: Molly sent a howler the day after their first date. Errol collapsed on the kitchen table over their late breakfast - Ginny had to go fetch water and spoon-feed him a snack. ‘Mum should retire you,’ she said, petting his head gently. ‘You poor thing.’

dad: He and Ron get ready in Ron’s bedroom at the Burrow and later, decide to stay hidden there until the actual ceremony. Guests have started arriving; they ran upstairs as soon as Aunt Muriel’s charming tune came up the depths of the Floo. ‘Hermione invited her,’ Ron rolls his eyes, now. He is laying on his bed in formal robes, flipping through a Quidditch magazine. Harry’s sat on the floor, playing with the Game Boy he got a couple weeks ago. Loosely trying to catch a Bulbasaur. ‘Said she’d hidden the fam and all. Was the correct thing to do. Like Luna’s dad - well, I guess they’re neighbours, that would have been rude. You know what though?’ he adds, eyeing the mess around them, everything from the wedding gifts to the dirty shirts. ‘I am kinda glad we’re not getting married in my bedroom.’

brother, harry & ginny: It is around ten by the time the garden is finally sorted, the shield up and waterproof, and the chairs all aligned. Fifteen minutes later, Harry is finally summoned by Ginny to go meet Hermione - she opens Ron’s bedroom door without so much as a knock and her brother screams: ‘Merlin’s balls, I could have been NAKED!’

i do hope to finish the first draft this weekend, but we shall see 😉.

[yellowroseswrites]

Writing Requests / Rules

Hi ! I'm Kae, and I write comfort fics ! This is my comfort fic/vent account, my main account is @rosesareyellowtoo !

I write mostly things that include triggering content! Bc I for one always look for fics as a way of coping, so I wanted to be a safe place for any requests that others may be uncomfortable with. (which is totally valid don't go hating people just bc the won't write triggering things. it's literally triggering. ok thx)

Here are my like. rules and things.

Who I write for -

-HP- Ron Weasley Draco Malfoy Cedric Diggory Fred Weasley George Weasley Mattheo Riddle Theodore Nott Lorenzo Berkshire Blaise Zabini

-MARAUDERS- Basically everyone!

-ST- Steve Harrington Eddie Munson Jonathan Byers Robin Buckley [x fem/gn only] Nancy Wheeler

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*for hunger games reqs, i will not write about the games themselves/anything inside an arena. I'm fine with trauma from previous games tho, or just general comfort that isn't related to the games!

What I'm willing to write-

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. eating disordered things

. addiction problems

. intrusive thoughts

. su!c!dal thoughts

. ocd!reader

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. depression and everything that goes with that

. anxiety

. s3x addiction/p0rv addiction

.ov3rs3xualizing issues

.rape/sa and the ptsd from it

. ptsd

.nightmares

. any fluff and hurt/comfort

. also im willing to do angst, im just better at hurt/comfort

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. Nothing really, If I get a request I'm not comfy with I'll be sure to update !

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[brooklynislandgirl]

Advent Day II ~ Many Times, Many Ways @ronmanmob

Things are a lot different in London than they are New York but even so, Ron tries so hard to make her feel connected to her lifelong traditions and rituals even if they are a little alien to him. Thanksgiving was shared with his family ~the only thing that near spoiled the lovely supper was Reg's comment about not really knowing why they had to move up Sunday dinner though a singular look from Ron had removed the prickly bits from the panini as it were~ and there was a certain cosiness to it, even if the food was a tad different. For years now he'd listened to her stories of Shaka Santa and him arriving in the islands on his outrigger canoe, pulled by dolphins rather than reindeer which has always seemed a little odd to her. Maybe because she'd seen more dolphins in her life than she had real reindeer. He'd gracefully accepted that from that night forward there needed to be carols on the radio, that she wanted to get her tree as soon as was reasonable and all the questions about where to get a living one that could be planted after the season. He did say February was a touch excessive for the end of Christmas but he conceded to at least waiting until Epiphany before he'd help her take it all down. What was a relationship if not a series of loving compromise? Beth hadn't had much shopping to do on the ominously titled Black Friday as she was the kind of person who simply bought a gift for someone when she saw something that reminded her of them, or that she thought they might like. She spent most of that day in fleecy pyjamas, watching American football ~she assured him, it was the first time ever that they had a game on this particular day~ and otherwise grazing on left over bits from the night before. She isn't so very hard to please. So by the end of the first week of December, all the major tasks for the holidays had been accomplished, except for the tree. Their Christmas card which boasted Ron and herself and the entire pack of pups in holiday sweaters were already sent out, each one with a personal hand written note. She'd chosen to take the month off, and had listed herself as absent but for case of emergency. The forecast was fairly warm for the approach to winter, with overcast skies and the potential for a slow, all day sort of rain. Everything was almost perfect. She brought two mugs of cocoa ~whipped cream and a dash of cinnamon atop~ to where he sat and climbed into his lap, nestling herself against him and resting her head on his shoulder. One hand rests on his chest, soaking in the feel of his heartbeat, and she sighs with blissful contentment. "I know is still two weeks out," she begins when he finishes his article and folds his paper, setting it aside in favour of enveloping her in his embrace. His thumb comes to rest just below her ring, in the space of that finger and her littlest one. They haven't rushed yet to set the date. "But you still haven' tole me wha' ya wan most for Christmas." She might mean the Solstice, she might mean the actual holiday, she might mean Boxing Day. "I wan it to be perfect." Exactly the way he's shaped her life and how she feels about this, him.

[little-corritrice]

*Fred & George ~ Skipping

First Year [10-11 y/o]

Hogwarts was so magical, and anything a kid could dream of. I was your average happy kid, and looking forward to the magical experience. Two-red headed twins caught my attention as they walked up to the sorting hat, and were put into Gryffindor. They were all excited and ran to their seats after. I was after them, and I was a nervous wreck. "Hm...I know the perfect spot for you." The sorting hat said. "Gryffindor!" It yelled, and I let out a breath of relief. I walked over to the table, seeing the twins waving me over. "Hello. I'm Fred." One said, and I smiled.  "I'm George." The other said, shaking my hand lightly. "I'm y/n." I said quietly and they chuckled. "We're going to be great friends." They said together, and I laughed with them, beaming with joy.

Second Year [11-12 y/o]

Throughout the year, I pulled pranks with Fred and George, all of us being joined by the hip. There wasn't a single moment we weren't causing chaos to Hogwarts. We currently were in the Great Hall and they were messing around with their food. Their brother, Percy, scolded them shortly, shaking his head. They sat their pouting, and I giggled to myself at their faces. They looked up, giving me a smirk. We spent the rest of our year playing around, pranking people, and just bringing joy to Hogwarts.

Third Year [13-14 y/o]

Me and the twins were still joined by the hip, always doing things together. Their brother, Ron, was finally coming to Hogwarts. I was extremely excited and bouncing in my seat on the train. They obviously could tell my excitement and reassured me that I would meet him soon enough. As we all gathered in the Great Hall, I was growing impatient. "Why's it taking so long?" I complained, bouncing in my seat. "McGonagall is talking to them. Just calm down, y/n/n." George laughed, holding my shoulders down. I sighed, shaking my hands. "Sorry, I'm just so excited." I squealed, seeing them coming in. I literally almost screamed at how adorable he was. I gave him a soft smile, and waved, to which he returned and turned away with red cheeks. "Aww!" I exclaimed, holding the twins hands. They chuckled, finding it adorable.

Fourth Year [14-15 y/o]

It was now the fourth year of school. In all honesty, if it weren't for the twins, I would have been that one quiet kid throughout my school years. It just makes me appreciate them more and more. I was so protective of Ron, and he always blushed from the attention I'd give him. The twins always found it quite adorable how attached I was to their brother, but sometimes got jealous when I gave him more attention then them. But I always reminded them it was them first. Even when their baby sister was kidnapped by Tom Riddle, I was there to comfort them as best as I could. Eventually, we got through the year without anymore trouble. 

Fifth Year [15-16 y/o]

If they weren't cute before, they definitely were now. The seemed to have gone through a growth spurt as we all became teenagers. We were still closer than ever, and somewhat matured. We still caused mayhem around the school, pranking the teachers, Ron, and so many others all the time. Within it all though, everyone was happy and content. The summer was even better as I spent the time at the Burrow again since last year was so much fun. Ron was still my little bean, and that wasn't going to change even though he was getting older. 

Sixth Year [16-17 y/o]

Now, this is when things started to change. New emotions, and feelings, began swarming the air. Definitely not helping my crush on the twins. Of course, feelings were suppressed and thrown into the back of our heads. Feelings weren't the only things changing. Hogwarts was becoming more unsafe by the minute. Of course, the twins ignored it, and wanted to join the Tri-Wizard Tournament. I protested, but let them do as they pleased because I knew it wasn't going to work. This year was also the Yule Ball. It didn't take long before George asked me to go with him. Fred asked Angelina, and we couldn't be happier. Overall, probably the best year yet.

Seventh Year [17-18 y/o]

Hell. Actual Hell. Umbitch came to Hogwarts, and the Ministry of Magic decided to stick their noses into Hogwarts. Rules after rules, punishments after punishments, it was the worst year. The twins got their own rule where they can't sell products. I found it really funny she went that far to give them their own rule. Though, none of that stopped them, and it seemed to have pushed them off. After her blood quill finally hurt so many people, they decided to finally leave. Of course, I left with them since one, I could not handle anymore of that stupid detention, and two, I promised the twins I would go with them if they ever left.

??? Year [18-19 y/o]

Gosh, I can't even put into words what I'm feeling right now. Of course, everything was changing with the Wizarding World, along with the life of us. The twins shop was booming, and I couldn't be happier to be by their side while all of this happens. The joke shop brought happiness and joy to young kids as Voldemort was on the move and causing destruction. We had to move Harry Potter from his house to the Burrow, but in doing so, Mad-Eye got killed, and George had his ear cut off. Even with these events, Fleur's and Bill's wedding was today, and everyone thought it was going to be okay. I danced around with Fred and George, but it seemed the death eaters wouldn't stop their attacks. As the wedding was destroyed, all of us had to go into hiding again. Maybe this year was the worst.

??? Year [19-20 y/o]

The day had finally come. The Second Wizarding War was here, and everyone was trying their best to protect the ones they love, along with their school. Voldemort finally came and was trying to take over. Me and the twins were fighting beside each other until George and Percy got separated from us. It was just me and Fred now, taking on a bunch of Death Eaters. However, as soon as Percy and George were with us again, a Death Eater casted a spell at the wall behind me and Fred. Before any of us could react, we were buried in the rubble. You know how people say time goes slower when in a life or death situation? That's exactly what this was like. Me and Fred held each others hands as we prepared for the impact, and never let go. Of course neither of us planned to die, but sometimes, life has a different fate than the one you want.

[hawkinshighdropout]

Please Don't Judas Me.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader

Summary: Chrissy wants what she can't have, Eddie. Your best friend and long-term boyfriend. Things are growing tense in the group as you are slowly being replaced by his new best friend. Only problem was? You were here first, and he is clueless.

Warnings: No warnings, this is kinda angsty/fluff content. Unless you count a couple of curse words as needing a warning? Idk, I haven’t written fanfics in like 8 years so I’m a little rusty…

Note/Request: Requested by @authorlovers. “perhaps eddie & reader are dating and absolutely smitten but chrissy starts flirting with him and eddies confused and doesn't know what to do? but caughts himself because reader has been with him through absolutely everything and chrissy only likes him because he started getting interesting? like the hermione x ron x lavender love triangle?”

Bonus: This doesn't follow canon plot, The Upside Down and Vecna are still about and a threat, but Chrissy doesn't die in Eddie's trailer, some things are taken from the show but I reworked it for fanfic sake, please enjoy.

Word Count: 4.4k

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“Corroded Coffin?! Of course I remember, with a name like that, how could I forget?!” Chrissy exclaims excitedly from her spot on the bench.

Chrissy and Eddie were currently hanging out in a secluded area of the forest, he was trying to make the nervous cheerleader relax around him so he could complete the deal he was currently working on. She had gotten spooked so Eddie was trying his hardest to work his natural charm to settle her nerves and make her trust him, as much as she could trust someone selling her drugs that is.

“Earth to Lonely Wizard… Come in? Lonely Wizard, are you there? Over.” You mumbled, your voice echoing in the forest from the speaker on Eddie’s walkie talkie.

A little flustered, Eddie reached over to swipe the radio out from the seat of the bench, excusing himself politely from Chrissy and turning to wander away from her to respond to your call.

“Yeah? Uh… Can’t talk right now, I’m in the middle of a deal, is it important or can this wait?” he asked, keeping his voice hushed. It’s only when he heard you clearing your throat that he added “Over…” to the end of your response.

“A deal? Who with? Over.” voice full of intrigue, completely ignoring his question in favour of probing him with your own.

“Look, I can’t talk right now. I’ll swing by once I’m—” he starts, but you can hear Chrissy’s sweet voice in the background as she asks if he is going to be taking much longer as she had somewhere to be.

“Chrissy? The Queen of Hawkins High is buying drugs from you?” you were perplexed, voice conveying your pure shock as you couldn’t believe that this was happening.

Eddie fumbled to switch off the walkie talkie before anything else could be heard from either end, letting out a sigh before he wanders back to the bench to her. Apologising for the interruptions, he’s then sitting back down across from her, noticing how she has once again become tense and on edge.

You repeatedly tried contacting Eddie through the handset, only getting more and more annoyed that he had closed off his communication. He didn’t normally blow you off like that, he normally dropped everything to hangout with you or to let you know beforehand where he’s going. The fact he’s hanging out with a girl AND hiding it? That didn’t’ sit well with you.

“Sorry about that…” Eddie mumbled, “Okay, I can do 25% discount for the ½, $15. You’re robbing me blind here…” he laughed, glancing across at the usually peppy blonde.

“Uh… Do you…. Have anything, maybe… Stronger?” she asked, unsure of herself as she kept her eyes away from Eddie.

He looked at her as if he wasn’t really sure what to say, sure, he had other stuff, but that wasn’t usually for sale. He got by just fine with selling the weed to random people at school and around town, he didn’t just pass out pills or anything else without taking it into serious consideration. Partially for the health and wellbeing of the buyer, but also knowing the punishment and risks of getting caught with or with selling the harder stuff.

“Are you sure?” he asks, looking over her expression, not really convinced that she actually wanted to do this.

She nodded sheepishly, to which he informed her that they’d have to go back to his trailer to get it. They packed up their things and made their way to Eddie’s van, the older guy driving her to his place in almost silence as Chrissy was bubbling with nerves and he was just on edge. For all he knew, this could have been a trap to catch him and get him in trouble with the police, he couldn’t just let down his guard without second guessing it.

Shutting off the engine, they climb out of the car and slam the doors shut, Eddie lets her inside first before following in soon after her. The trailer door slammed shut and they disappeared out of sight, causing you to pull down your binoculars and huff in annoyance from where you sat in Max’s trailer with her.

“Son of a bitch!” you cuss.

Max glancing your way with an amused look on her face. She knew you hadn’t come by just to hangout. She knew you wanted to use her to spy on Eddie, and as long as you told her the details? She was game.

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

You felt arms wrapping around your midsection from behind and a kiss being pressed to your shoulder whilst you’re putting your things away in your locker, it making you jump slightly, but soon relaxed at the smell of your boyfriend lingering on you. Glancing up at him with a weak smile, you say hello before focusing back on what you were doing.

“Hi, sweetheart.” Eddie says fondly, pressing a kiss to the centre of your forehead once you’d finally turned to face him.

“Why was Chrissy at your house last night? Why didn’t you call me back when you got home? Why did I have to find out via Max that you were home and that you brought another girl home?” You snapped, questions being fired off left right and centre from you. Technically the Max part wasn’t true, but he didn’t need to know that.

He looked stunned, overwhelmed at the sudden outburst from you and he struggled to find an answer he could give without someone getting in trouble. He eventually sighed and wrapped his arms around you once again, you tried to push him away, but his voice in your ear made you think twice.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, only loud enough for you to hear, “It got weird… She wanted to buy some weed cause she’s having a hard time, but then she asked for something stronger? You know I don’t keep that shit on me so we had to go back to my place… She bought some and then took it, and she ended up reacting really badly to it so I had to make sure she didn’t die. The town already hates me, I didn’t really want people to find her body in my trailer and assume “The Freak” killed her. I should have told you but it was really late when I finally got her to sober up and take her home, I’m sorry.”

You took a couple moments to process everything he just said before nodding in understanding. He wasn’t forgiven, but you were relieved to hear it was far more innocent than you first thought. Out of context things looked really badly for Eddie, but this put a small spin on things.

“Alright.” Is all you say, the bell ringing as you’re receiving another kiss to your forehead, Eddie shuts your locker and walks you to class.

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

Classes went by slower than usual today, everything felt like a drag. Maybe it was the exhaustion from the adrenaline crash you had from last night? Who knows? All you knew was that you were tired and wanted to get home. You walk back to your locker to put your last class’s stuff away when you see Eddie leaning up against his locker, Chrissy annoyingly close by to him.

They’re laughing and she’s giggling like a school girl with a crush, making you see red as you walk past. An annoyed look on your face as you stuff your things into the locker and slam it shut with a huff. Gather attention from those around you from the sudden bang of noise it caused.

Eddie closed his locker and excused himself from the conversation with Chrissy before making his way over to you, hand sliding into your own as he gives your cheeks a few soft kisses. You relaxed instantly once he was focusing back on you, catching the pouty look on Chrissy’s face as you both exchanged kisses.

“What did Pom Poms want?” You mumble between kisses, causing him to snicker at the childish choice of nickname.

“She tried inviting me to the party this weekend cause her parents are out of town, I told her I’m not much of a party person but she insisted.”

“Oh… Are you gonna go?” you frown a little.

“Hell no, it’s the night of the Hellfire Campaign, I’m not missing that for a couple warm beers shitty music.” He grinned, kissing the side of your head and giving your hand a squeeze as he lead you back to his truck so he could take you home.

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

“I pick Eddie!” Chrissy squealed the next day in class, declaring the metal head as her work partner for the day.

The teacher had just told the class to buddy up as this project would be a collaborative project, so you were surprised when the most popular girl in school picked him. Not because he didn’t deserve the attention, but because he was always your partner. He’s your boyfriend, you always working together on things.

“Wait, huh?” He looked confused, surprised to see the blonde happily making her way over to his desk with her things, plopping herself down beside him.

He shot you an apologetic look as there’s nothing he could do about it, not without causing a scene. You sigh in defeat before turning to Robin who’s already watching the scene play out. She’s gesturing for you to come and work with her as Steve and Nancy already coupled up. Scooping up your things and walking to sit beside her, you thank her for picking you.

“Please, I’m just glad I’m not stuck with Snoozy Suzie, I’m sick of doing all the work and having to put her name on there for credit” she explained, causing you both to snicker before starting to plan the project.

Every now and again chrissy’s obnoxious giggle would fill the room, looking at her to see her touching and flirting with your boyfriend, him being clueless to the whole thing. You’d already snapped one pencil in anger, to which Robin grabbed her pencil case and clutched it to her chest in over dramatic shock as if to defend the rest of her pencils from your evil ways.

“Whoa there, Thor. What did my pencil ever do to you?!” Robin whined, to which you shot her an apologetic look before leaning closer to explain the situation to her.

Once she was caught up, she glanced in their direction and rolled her eyes. She could tell that Chrissy was doing the most and Eddie didn’t have a freaking clue what was going on.

“Boys are clueless, hm?” She asked

“You’re telling me.” You grumbled, sliding over your extra stick of bubblegum as a ways of calling a truce for breaking her Pencil.

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

“You’ve gotta be shitting me…” you curse as you walk into the lunchroom to see Chrissy standing beside your friends as they’re sat at their usual table.

You walk closer with a confused look on your face, greeting the guys with a tone that should read ‘wtf is going on here?’ Eddie beams at the sight of you and tugs you down onto his lap, arms around your middle as he gives you a couple kisses to the cheek whilst Chrissy was talking.

The poor blonde was doing her best to seem quirky and cute, trying to keep the attention of the table on her as she needed it. The other guys one by one lost interest by either their food or something they were reading in their magazines in preparing for this weekend’s campaign. Chrissy resorted in focusing on only Eddie as he was the only one who was polite enough to ensure she didn’t feel left out.

“So, Eddie…? Are you coming to the big game this weekend?” She asks, eyes hopeful.

“I hate sports.” He says bluntly at the exact same time that you manage to mumble ‘he hates sports.’ It made you grin and caused Eddie to laugh a little at how in sync you were, anyone who knew Eddie for more than a second would know that basketball wasn’t his thing. At all.

“Oh… Really? But, it would be so cool to have you there! Plus, I’ll be leading the cheer team at during the match so—“ she continues, to which you cut her off with a tone laced with sarcasm.

“I thought you were having a party this weekend? What happened to that?”

She looked flustered, clearing her throat before scrambling for a response. It was obvious that there was no party, just another attempt at getting Eddie alone.

“Yeah, uh, that’s after! To celebrate!”

“And what if you lose? You gonna ���celebrate” getting your ass kicked? Bit weird.” You could tell you were being hostile, you truly didn’t care. The guys surrounding you all looked up from whatever they were doing to pay attention, a free front row seat to the show.

“Uh… i don’t know, maybe?” She shrugs.

“I have Hellfire anyway, so I can’t. Sorry.” Eddie interjects, he could feel you getting tense in his lap so he tried to defuse the situation. He had no intention of going to the game even if he was free, he just needed a valid excuse to end this agonising conversation.

“Oh… That’s okay! Next time?” Hope back in her voice, to which Eddie just gives her an awkward smile and nod, empty promises.

You watch as she waves goodbye to him, only him, causing your eyes to roll back into the pits of hell with how peeved you were.

“Bye, Pom Poms!” You call out in annoyance.

Dustin snickered beside you, clearly everyone could see what was happening here. Everyone except Eddie, who was still as clueless as always. He just assumed you didn’t like Chrissy for whatever reason, and he didn’t want you unhappy with her lingering about.

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

Eddie and Chrissy started spending more and more time together outside of school. He would (attempt) to help her with her homework whenever she feigned being unable to answer a certain question, they’d grab milkshakes at the mall after drug deals (just weed for Chrissy, she’s learnt her lesson), she even went to a couple of his shows at The Hideout.

Eddie? He was just enjoying the company of a good friend, he was polite and respectful and kept her at an arm’s length. Chrissy, though? She was another story. She would be overly flirty, giving him nicknames and complimenting him, trying to get involved in every aspect of his life. She was trying to take your place.

You knew that, she knew that, but no one spoke a word of it. At this point she was one of Eddie’s most valued customers, as much as it killed you, you didn’t want to ruin that for him cause he needed the money. So you swallowed your pride and let them hangout as long as there were boundaries. These boundaries hadn’t been discussed, they were merely in your head. You’d soon make it known if things went too far for your liking…

That day? It came quicker than hoped. You hoped she would get bored and find someone else to spend all her free time with. Chrissy and Jason were always breaking up and getting back together again, you thought it would only be a few days before they were smooching in the hallway against the lockers. Leaving Eddie alone, hopefully.

You were just finishing up reading in the library, studying for your English test that’s coming up next week. Eddie was hosting Hellfire and it was due to end at any moment, so you packed up your things and started walking through the school down towards the club. This was routine for you now, he’d play games with the kids and then you’d wait for him, and he would drive you all home together to make sure everyone got home safe afterwards.

Upon getting to the door to the club, you saw that Chrissy was sat on the floor waiting. You halted, taken aback from the sight of the squeaky clean teenager waiting outside the Dungeons and Dragons room. None of the words of that sentence went together in your head, she shouldn’t be here.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, attempting to seem polite so you don’t cause friction, she was now a good friend of Eddie’s after all.

“Oh, I’m waiting for Eddie! I was hoping he would be okay to give me a ride home once he’s done!” She said, voice far too cheery for your liking.

“He can’t, he’s driving the kids home and then we’re getting burgers together.” You state, knowing that there would technically be enough room in the van, but you didn’t want her to tag along. “Shouldn’t you be at the game anyway? Thought you had to do that tonight? Or was it your fake party? Or some other ruse to get him alone?” Your voice sounding more pissed with each passing minute.

“Oh; uh. It was… postponed?” She questions, spurting out the first thing that came to her mind as to why she wasn’t at the various hangout suggestions she had mentioned.

“All of them? What bad luck…” your tone soaking in sarcasm, you didn’t buy a single letter of her bullshit. “Just go home, Chrissy.”

You were growing tired of her games. It was hard enough dealing with her via proxy as a friend of Eddie’s, you didn’t want to deal with her fully mingling in your circle.

“Do you have a problem with me?” She questioned.

You stayed silent, staring in her direction whilst having an internal debate on whether to give you a piece of your mind or not.

“No, of course I don’t. Of course I don’t have a problem with you hanging off the arm of my boyfriend and trying to get him alone, doing drug deals and taking him for milkshakes, of course I’m totally fine with you trying to worm your way in and get affection, nope.” If looks could kill, Chrissy would be six feet under right now. Your voice made it abundantly clear that you did indeed have a problem.

“We’re just friends!” She defends, to which you scoff.

“Yeah, cause Dustin and his other friends also spend time calling him pretty and twirling his hair, hm? His other friends try and hold his hand when he’s walking beside them, hm?”

She was speechless, red in the face and speechless. She didn’t realise you’d been watching her like a hawk, seeing every little motion and gesture these past couple weeks as she grew closer to YOUR boyfriend.

“I won’t tell you again, Chrissy. Go. Home.” Your voice stern this time, watching as she stood up. You hoped she would have just taken off running and saved you the trouble, you didn’t expect her to get up in your face a little.

“Look, Eddie is my best friend! We’re going to hangout and if you wanna continue to date him, you better deal with it!” Chrissy snapped, your eyes widened and voice darkened.

“Excuse me?”

She rolled her eyes, nothing to say.

“First of all, Princess. Eddie has been my boyfriend far longer than he’s been your friend, okay? So actually, I don’t have to deal with anything. If I tell him how angry and uncomfortable you make me, if I really let him know how I truly feel, you’d be gone. I only keep my mouth shut so I don’t make him choose between us, he’s your friend and im not trying to get in the way of that. But if I told him how much you piss me off, you’d be gone quicker than Jason left you for Tiffany.”

Chrissy gasps in surprise that you’d sink that low to say such a hurtful thing. It was kinda out of line, but right now? You didn’t care.

“Secondly, that boy has a heart of gold but he’s not good at picking up signals. He thinks you’ve just been friendly this whole time, but I see the way you look at him and I know you’re trying to get in his pants. He’s not interested in you, he’s perfectly happy with me. He doesn’t even know you like him like that, so I’d take this as an opportunity to back off and muffle any little crush you have on him, cause it’s never going to happen.”

You step closer to her, which immediately she shrinks in on herself, not quite as tough as she made herself out to be moments ago.

“And thirdly? Get up in my face like that again, or try and tell me what I can and cannot do with MY boyfriend? and I’ll make Vecna look like a god damn puppy, you hear me?” Your voice hushed, it wasn’t just a threat.

Before she could answer or even acknowledge you, the sound of a squeaky door pulled you both from the heat of the moment. Both of your heads snap towards the sound and see Eddie folding his arms and holding them to his chest whilst he glanced between you both.

“Do we have a problem?” he asks. You hadn’t realised how loud both of you had gotten, to the point where it interrupted the game they were playing inside. Eddie had shrugged it off a couple times, but it became too distracting so he had to check it out for himself. Over his shoulder you could see the kids dressed up in various little outfits, wide eyed and clearly focusing on nothing but what the adults were yelling about outside.

“N-No” Chrissy mumbled, shaking her head and looking down to the floor, red faced.

“Jury’s still out on that one.” You grump, eyes soon locked back on the nervous blonde, eyes burning a hole into her head.

“Y/N, go sit with Erica for a second…” glaring at Chrissy whilst you slip into the room, going to sit with the kids as the door shuts behind you. Leaving Chrissy and Eddie face to face to talk, swatting the arms of the kids and hushing them so you could hear what was being said.

Not long after, Eddie returns to the room and thankfully? He was alone. His face holding an expression that says “we’ll talk later.” Sitting back at the head of the table, he clears his throat and resume the campaign, you sit in silence the whole time, glancing between Eddie and the kids.

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

Erica and Lucas were the last stop, watching as the kids disappear safely inside of their home with a small wave befor Eddie pulls out of their driveway and makes his way back home. The ride was silent, awkward. You felt like you were in trouble even though you’d done nothing wrong. Nothing serious, at least.

Pulling up to his trailer, you both get out of the car and walk inside, taking off your shoes and jacket whilst Eddie locks up and grabs himself a beer to unwind with on the couch.

“You’re such a brat, you know?” He starts, catching you off guard, before you’ve got a chance to defend yourself, he continues. “But that’s why I love you… I’m sorry.”

Looking more confused than ever, you didn’t know what’s happening. Why was he apologising? Why was he calling you a name? Huh?

“For Chrissy….” He could see the look on your face and decided to provide context, setting down his beer to run a hand through his own curly hair as he spoke. “Listen… She needed a friend, I became that, you know? She was terrified, to the point of asking for pills because the shit with Vecna freaked her out so bad. She couldn’t go home or tell anyone cause no one believed her, I just wanted to make her feel better, you know? Steve and Dustin were on my ass about her being around cause they said she liked me and said you hated her. I blew them off cause it sounded like bullshit, I’m just an idiot aren’t I?”

You watch as he sighs and puts his face in his hands, shaking your head as you wander closer to him.

“A… cute idiot?” You offer with a half hearted tone, taking his hands and holding them in your own as he looks up at you with a sad smile.

“I just… I don’t know. I’m just so smitten with you that it doesn’t even cross my mind that anyone else could be a person of interest; you know? I saw her as a friend and assumed she did the same for me. So for weeks I’ve been sending her mixed signals and hurting you in the process, I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he sighs.

“It’s okay, I know you didn’t do it on purpose. I get really jealous easily and she was one stop away from throwing herself at you. I just couldn’t take it anymore.” You pout.

Bringing you into his lap, his arms wrap around your middle and he gives you a few soft kisses as you straddle him. Hands resting on his cheeks so your thumbs can glide against his cheekbones. Getting lost in his big brown eyes as your noses bump together, falling into the same heartbeat rhythm as you talk.

“She’s gone, don’t worry. I told her that I’m not going to jeopardise what we have when she makes you so uncomfortable. Plus she clearly doesn’t respect you if she’s been chasing me this whole time, and I don’t respect anyone who disrespects you. Okay?”

Nodding in understanding, he’s then bringing you down and giving you one last kiss against your pouty lips.

“Okay… Thank you.” You mumble.

You fall against his chest and end up in a warm bundle of limbs, tangled together in a protective and comforting manner. The both of you keeping the other soothed, you playing with his hair and him stroking your back fondly. A snort from Eddie snaps you out of your thoughts.

“Hm?” You mumble into his shoulder.

“‘I’ll make Vecna look like a puppy’” he says, doing his best impression of you before he cracks up laughing.

You groan, red cheeked and hiding in the curve of his neck, somewhat embarrassed by how cheesy your line was earlier, “shut uuuuup” you whine, to which he just giggles, squeezes you closer and kisses the top of your head.

“That’s never gonna happen, sweetheart.”

[mischiefm4n4ged]

HI OMG, i was the one who reblogged your harry smut. Omfg i swear it had me weak in the knees. You’re so talented it’s crazy!

But anyway i have this idea, and it’s totally ok if you don’t wanna do it, but I’m dying to see more sub!harry with cockwarming. Like i had this idea where the two of you aren’t alone in the bedroom but harry gets needy and just wants to feel you around him. So you tell him he can put it in but if he makes any noise you’re going to make him stop moving🤤🤤🤤🤤

(This content is NSFW and 18+) (genderneutral!reader)

You snap your head up from the book in your hands. Did you hear that right? It sounded like Harry just whimpered. You look at him and he is already looking at you, his eyes wide.

“You okay, baby?” You ask him and he nods, looking away slowly. You glance at his hands and they were cupping his crotch as if hiding something. You decide to help him out just in case it was what you suspected and draped a big blanket over the two of you.

His hands move away and he looks at you in disbelief. “How…” he started but you shushed him and took his hand in yours, under the blanket.

“You’re sweating my love, what’s going on?” You ask him as you saw the sweat drops form on his forehead.

“… I’m so… I wanna be…” Harry struggled and by now you had a pretty good idea of what he was going through.

“What do you want baby?” Your hand slowly goes to his crotch.

“I Wanna snuggle you and fill you up, be inside you now.” Harry said and he breathed shakily at you rubbing him through his trousers.

“Oh you do? Even when your friends are around? Are you that desperate?” You ask and Harry nods, his eyes on the blanket as if he could see through and his breathing heavy.

“Say please”

“Please please I’ll be a good boy I promise…” he whispered and you kissed his reddened cheek. You order him to pull down his trousers and pants which he does, and you can feel his cock stand tall and hot against the blanket. You play with it a little, glancing around to see if anyone was paying attention. Hermione was deep into her book while Ron and the other boys were playing a card game.

You shake your own bottoms off and Harry never breaks eye contact. His hands go in your direction but you quietly slap his hands off. “But I wanna touch you… please”

“Be patient…” you command and he whines quietly. You climb onto his lap, making sure the blanket follows your moves. You hug his torso as if you’re just cuddling as normal.

“Wanna be inside you…” Harry whispered his eyebrows furrowed. You rub yourself on him, as steadily and discreetly as possible. “Please, wanna feel you around my cock…”

“You’re so filthy, my desperate, needy whore. I’ll let you be inside me but you need to promise you’ll be quiet.” You said and be nodded.

“It’s you who will have to be quiet…” he said a shy smile on his lips, you smiled and kissed his lips. Whenever Harry tried to be bratty it just turned out cute and you couldn’t be mad.

“Put it in baby…” you rubbed his waist under the shirt as he eagerly inserted his cock. He bottomed out and your eyes involuntarily rolled back.

“Fuck..” he cursed under his breath at your reaction but also at the warm feeling of being inside you. “You feel so good, you always feel so good… I wanna stay like this forever.”

“Love your cock inside me baby, you make me feel so good…” you feel his hands wrap around your waist, grabbing your shirt. You stay like that for a few minutes, just kissing and talking.

“Hey, get a room!” Ron shouts from the other side of the room. You laughed and playfully kissed Harry while making exaggerated noises. Harry laughed and you wished you could capture that sound and put it in a box.

Harry used his hands to straighten up your positions and the movement had both of your mouths hanging open. “I- please” he pleaded and you knew what he wanted.

“Alright, you can move. But if you make a single sound I’ll make you stop, got it?” You say and he nods, whimpering and burying his head into your shoulder. He starts moving and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you wanna moan loudly. “Slow and steady, baby, be a good boy…”

“Fuuck” he covered his grunt with a cough.

“Stop moving,” you say and watch as he swallows his complaints, “what did I say?“

“I shouldn’t make noises”

“And what did you do?”

“I’m sorry, I’ll stay quiet I promise…” he pleaded and you didn’t respond, only started grinding on his cock. Sweat trickled down the side of his face and you used your sweater to dab it off. His heavy breaths filled your ears as he gripped onto you for dear life. You were sweating, making the sound of skin hitting skin not very well concealed by the blanket.

You stopped your own movements, fearing they were too noticeable and letting him grab your waist and grind your body against his. His head was still in your shoulder, hiding away from everyone’s sight. “sshh baby, you’re doing so well, you’re such a good whore for me…”

“Mmm, I’m a good whore f’you” he whined and you almost stopped again. “sorry sorry please don’t make me stop.”

“Keep going.” You ordered and he did, without a whimper. “You’re gonna get me so close baby, you feel so good inside me…wanna make me cum? Hmm?”

“Yeah, wanna-“ his voice broke off into a quiet moan. Both of your breathing was so heavy and the heat surrounding you in the blanket was making you swear from head to toe.

“I’m so close, Harry, keep going…” you whispered and his grip tightened, signaling he was also close. You took control of the last few thrusts, feeling him squeeze your body and bite into your neck to stay quiet. “Cum, baby, cum for me” you whispered and you feel his body tense up under you and his teeth sink into your skin. Your own orgasm hit hard, your legs were shaking as you also leaned into Harry’s shoulders. You both tried to conceal your loud breathing but it was suffocating, in a good way.

You pulled him off your shoulder, not breaking eye contact. His mouth had fallen open and there was a few streaks of drool down his chin, his eyes were hazy and you could tell he was in deep subspace. His hands loosened from around your waist but he still held your shirt. You pull out your wand and decide to make you both more comfortable, you didn’t try to talk to Harry because you knew physical touch would work the best.

You cast different spells that cleaned your sweaty bodies, pulled your clothes back on and snuggled under the blanket. Harry was just watching the entire time, not making a sound.

“You’re such a perfect boy for me, you did so well.” You praise and kiss his lips and he give you a small smile. “Let’s take a nap like this.” You say as you straddled his lap and leaned into his chest. He nodded and put his head on yours, only a few minutes later, he was snoring softly.

[ai-luni]

Could you please do a smut where slider is eyeing reader from across the bar and ends up walking you home and then yk… but like he is really “bossy” when it comes to bed, but not aggressive

I AM SO DOWN FOR MORE SLIDER CONTENT PLEASE.

So I got a little carried away... but I hope you still like it because it was too much fun to write.

Come on Baby

Ron "Slider" Kerner x fem!Reader

Warnings: Unprotected sex, awful jokes... I'm so sorry

Song rec: Closer - Nine Inch Nails

Wrapping up another week at a bar. You think you’d be sick of it by now but every time, you never regretted a night. Tonight was different, a bachelorette party for your friend Donna. Arriving at a bar near the TOPGUN naval station, you hear a lot about this place from her. She has a thing for pilots but she got engaged to a cop instead. It was then everyone realised she really just had a thing for men in uniforms. 

You guessed it was already 10 and Donna was drunk as she usually was. Left to the devices of her maid of honour, she sent the bridesmaids scattering around the room. You sat at the bar barely touching your drink, instead having a good time with your best friend and fellow bridesmaid Lisa. 

“How about that one?” She motioned over the pair of guys standing close to the restroom entries, “the tall ones have been watching you all night!” 

She took a long sip from her straw giving you time to look before continuing.

“You reckon if you take the tall one, I could take the blond one? God you know I love blonds.” you could only laugh at her in disbelief but you really weren’t surprised. You watched as the tall guy across the bar noticed Lisa’s stare and nudged his blond friend to look too. “Come on! Both in uniform, good psychiques and those sunglasses.” 

“You want me to go up there?” You said with a playful roll of your eyes. This isn’t the first time you’ve done your little one two with her. And with a dead serious look directly into your eyes she gave you a ‘yes’.

Donna made you wear these ridiculous hot pink ribbons tonight that you had both taken off and rested on the bar until this moment. With an idea you tied the ribbon loosely in your hair and started your strut to the restroom. Just like that ribbon was a paid actor, it gracefully slipped onto the floor behind you, landing at the feet of the men on target. You didn’t stop until you heard an “excuse me, miss” behind you.

You turned around and surely enough the blond was holding the hot pink ribbon out to you with charm oozing from his smile. 

“Y/n oh my god! Don’t tell me you almost lost your ribbon. Donna would’ve killed you!” Lisa joined your side, her line sounding so artificial you had to hold back a chuckle - she was never one for acting or lying or hiding any kind of emotion. You took the ribbon from his hand and half hazardly put it back in your hair.

“Thank you…” you smiled towards him, eyes expecting a name in return.

“Tom Kazansky, you can call me iceman.” He was coy beyond all belief and was now eyeing Lisa.

“A pilot huh?” Lisa wasn’t hiding any of it either, eyes wide looking at the boy with her lip caught between her teeth.

“Yes ma’am,” he tips his sunglasses up and gets another good look at her, “and my RIO, Slider.” 

“I’m Lisa, this is my friend y/n. Bridesmaids tonight.” She says. You got a good look at ‘Slider’. Handsome for sure but if he was your type, you were unsure. He kept an eye on you, probably already deciding out of the two that ice would take Lisa home. 

“Always the bridesmaid, never the bride huh.” He chuckles, resting his arm on Iceman’s shoulder. Iceman cracked a smile but not much else of a response was given to the joke. You had your arms crossed, maybe this is why he didn’t seem like your type.

“Always the RIO, never the pilot.” You slipped out without much thought, something in this interaction felt like a challenge to you now. Iceman left out a hearty chuckle before patting his friend on the back, as if saying “good luck with that one”. He puts an arm around Lisa, a coy “let me get you a drink” was heard as they walked away. Leaving you and Slider there alone.

You let out a small awkward cough, he took a sip from his drink. 

Eventually the conversation picked up, you didn’t completely dislike the man. He was cocky but he wasn’t disrespectful and he was damn nice to look at. He had a gorgeous smile but god if some vile stuff didn’t come out of it sometimes. It made you laugh though and with every drink you had, you felt yourself loosen up and care less how demanding he was.  

“So.. why do they call you slider?” You took a small sip of your drink, at this point you’ve completely lost track of Lisa.

“Because the way I talk up girls, it just slides right in.” and that sip you took was put right back into that glass. He looked proud of that one.

“Gross.”

—

You took him back to your place, you couldn’t help it. It was his large hands on your hips, or maybe it was his smile. Whatever it was, you didn’t think he would get you but you caved in. The way he began to speak to you over a couple drinks. He told you to sit in his lap or take his hand or take him home, you were almost in a trance. 

He couldn’t keep his hands off you, lips attached to your neck when all you wanted to do in the moment was unlock your front door. His hands never left your hips, from opening the door to stepping inside and locking it again. He was persistent.

“Where’s your bedroom?” Sultry with an American twang in your ear - a breath of fresh air compared to the loud club music playing all night. You pointed down the hall and for the first time since you got to your place, his hands left your sides. All you could do is stand and watch as he strode down the hallway, cocky kind of confidence in his step.

“You coming baby?” Damn straight you were. Your bed wasn’t made, he didn’t even notice. Because under three buttons, two straps and one clasp, you were all his. 

You finally walked into your room to see him already making himself at home. Sitting on the edge of your bed and unbuttoning his shirt. Largest manspread you’ve ever seen, naturally your eyes had to look. Look… more like stare but he loved the attention and the look on his face told you so. The boy was smug.

“Do a twirl for me” he had a wide smirk on his face, the kind you’d read about in romance novels. Shamelessly staring at your hips.

“A what?” You were taken aback but not surprised at this point. He was certainly confident.

“You heard me baby.” He was on his feet now, shirt abandoned and hands back on your hips. For half a second, his grip tightened and he spun you around. His head craned back to get a better look of you. You weren’t sure what face you were making but from Slider’s response, he thought you didn’t look so impressed. 

“What, are you embarrassed now?” He raised an eyebrow as though he couldn’t believe you’d already forgotten the series of conversations from earlier that night.

“And so what if I am?” Your eyebrows were raised to match his, a cheeky smile fighting its way onto your face now. Feigning innocence. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t make him hot in the ears.

“I don’t believe you.” His hand moulded around the back of your neck, bringing your face closer to his. Lips meeting again and again. He likes to hear the smacking echo. Slowly he backed you up against a wall, you only noticed when your back hit it. His tan forearm resting against the wall, next to your head. You let out a couple of deep breaths watching the way his chest would rise and fall in front of your face.

You met his eye, the signal you gave was subtle but he caught on. A flick of your eyes down and he was scooting back to give you more room to work. You started high, at his collarbone. One kiss at a time. By the time you got to his stomach, he’d had enough and grabbed the back of your head, guiding you faster. The express trail until you were on your knees in front of his belt. He continued to hold your face closer.

Your nose nudged his cotton covered crotch and the sigh he let out did something to the butterflies in your stomach. His hand didn’t budge, you were stuck nose to pants. So you did what any rational, hot and bothered gal would do. Kitten licks turned into full on sucking, until there was a stained patch of saliva on his white pants. He was sure a bit of that wet patch was from his own contribution. The action gave him barely any stimulation but the sight was enough to get him off there and then.

The belt started to come off the moment you sat back to take a break and admire your work. His dick loud and proud in front of you in the blink of an eye. You met his gaze again and he broke.

“God I gotta have you.” You shimmied your way back up the wall, working slowly at the buttons of your dress until it fell to the floor. Your hands laid themself on his chest quite comfortably.

“I’m all yours. Go on big boy.” Your teasing smile soon disappeared from the sheer speed at which he yanked you against him. Head in your neck and hands comfortably seated on your ass. Your eyes are already rolling to the back at the way his tongue worked your neck. You knew you were still having the same effect on him - your fingers scratching the short hairs on the nape of his neck and soft moans leaving your mouth - by the way his hips were subconsciously grinding against yours.

“Off.” He mumbled into your neck after yanking the edge of your panties and releasing them to snap against your skin. You did as he asked. His eyes on your hips as one leg stepped out of the fabric at a time. And once they were flung across the room, he pushed you back against the wall. 

The same forearm was holding him up against the wall, the other he brought up to you. His flat palm presented out, waiting for your response. 

“Lick it.” He demanded, however it came out more desperate with the way his eyes pleaded for you and his chest heaved. Again you did just as he asked, conjuring as much spit up in your mouth as possible and dragging it across his open palm. Slowly, feeling every ridge and calloused piece of skin. He soaked up the sight and let out a long insufferable groan to cope with it all. 

His hand langed around his dick, dropping the spit on the carpet which you were too preoccupied to even make a conscious mental note of. His eyes were screwed shut, breath heavy as he hung his head next to yours. He stroked himself in front of you, your nails gently gliding over his chest as you took in the sight.

“Tell me something baby.” He could barely speak, he was so out of breath, “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you so badly.” Your hand covered his, encouraging him to stroke himself faster and the groan he let out beside was testament to that. It was all he needed hear and his hands were on your ass again. Your hand replacing where his once was, keeping him steady, keeping the friction going. 

“Jump.” He demanded once more, laser focused on one task and one task only. Soon enough he had your legs wrapped around his waist, your fingernails digging into his back. He drove into you like he was waiting for it all day, all week. Relentlessly, You could hear the picture frame on the other side of the wall bang and jump and rattle at his movements. All you could do was arch your back and lean into him further.

Head resting against the wall, chest to chest and hand hanging to him for dear life by the neck. You were definitely feeding his ego with the noises you were making. He ducked his head to your wide open chest, leaving kisse. You felt his smile against your skin paired with a huff of his hot breath. Between the occasional groan, he coaxed you on with “that feel good” and “come on baby”, like every line he learnt was from a porno vhs but you found it hot.

“Hold on tight now.” He groaned, readjusting his grip on your waist. His hand reached down between your bodies, two fingers sliding across your slit in a messy attempt to find your clit. You could tell he was struggling to keep himself together and was desperate to get you off so he could follow suit. You grabbed his hand, guiding him where you needed him and all hell broke loose. 

His groans turned to moans he could hold back anymore. The noises that echoed in your small bedroom, the pounding, the moaning. Both of you quickly covered in sweat, his grip slipping down your waist slowly but surely. The air was getting thicker and thicker.

“More oO moRe oh god Ron.” You undid in his hands like putty, hips grinding into his movements as you babbled out for more. He didn't think you remembered his actual name but the moment it left your lips, he knew he was a goner. 

“COME ON BABY!” He let out loud pumped up yells into your chest. Hips bucking into you at a rapid but sporadic rate. He could tell you had ridden through your high and with a final yell, he punched the wall next to you and pulled out. Your hand was quick to take over. His grip on your waist tightened as he tried not to drop you through his release. He could barely keep his eyes open but boy did he try. The sight of your perfect, sweat covered stomach getting decorated from his cum was a dream come true for him. 

He held you up a little longer as you both tried to catch your breath. Your hand completely nested in his hair, his forehead glued to your collarbone. After a good couple minutes, you both finally collected yourselves and made your way to the bathroom to clean up.

“You know, you punched a hole in my wall.” You laughed in disbelief the moment you saw it  walking out of the bathroom.

“A big one?” He yelled through the wall, sounding concerned now. He does tend to lose himself sometimes. You shook your head as he approached you, entering your bedroom again soon after you.

“Oh no, I guess you’re just going to have to come back and fix it for me.” A playful sigh left your lips, slider laughed at your sarcasm until it processed what you really said.He contemplated if you were being serious or not for a second before grabbing your hips again.

“You mean it?” It almost sounded like he couldn’t believe it but was definitely on board to see you again. You demeanour grew even more playful knowing he was up for making this more than just a one night stand.

“Yeah but… I don't have money.” You twirled your hair and put on a fake innocent pout. He only chuckled and picked you up. He was fully prepared to throw you on your bed until he heard you laugh. Your gorgeous laugh, he was breathless for a moment. Was he swooning? Did Slider have a crush all of a sudden?

“Let’s get a coffee.” a smitten little smile played on his lips.

“Right now?” your eyebrows raised, it was half past midnight. He fake checked the watch on his wrist that didn’t exist. 

“Well I ain’t planning on sleeping anytime soon, I don’t know about you.”

[ginnyw-potter-archive]

The Talk 2.0

The mention of Hinny's first time made me come up with a few more headcanons and this drabble came to be :)

Ginny greeted her mother and sat down at the kitchen table and started on her breakfast. 

“So Ginny, since your brothers are all out, I thought we could have a little talk…” 

Ginny liked neither the content of the sentence nor how she had said it. She looked up from her breakfast carefully and eyed her mother, trying to guess which way the conversation was going to go. “...Yes?” 

“Well, since you and Harry are back together…” 

No, no. A thousand alarm bells were going off because this was not going in a good direction. 

“And you two seem rather serious … I just thought we could revisit our talk from a few years back…” 

Ginny could feel her cheeks glowing but at least her mother looked uncomfortable too. “Mom, you don’t need to-” she tried but her mother was having none of it. 

“No, Ginny, this is important. Because your first time… with someone, that’s …” 

Ginny was glad her mother was not using Harry’s name because that would make it worse but she needed her mother to stop talking right now.

“That’s a big moment and I want you to be prepared,” her mom said, barely looking her in the eye. 

“Please, stop,” she begged her mom. 

“No, just let me speak for a moment. When you have your first time-” 

She just needed to tell her mom then, it was the only way to get this to stop. “Youreafewweekstoolate.” 

Her mom looked at her. “What was that?” 

Ginny looked down at the table and bit through the bullet. “If you want to talk about my first time, you’re too late.” She dared to glance at her mother, knowing she was red in the face. “By a few weeks…”

“Ginny!” her mom let out in surprise. 

Ginny bit her lip. 

“When?” 

“I- June…?” she said, hoping her mom did not want to hear a specific date. 

“Did Harry force you to…?” 

Now she looked straight at her mom. “Of course not, he would never!” 

“Are you being careful?” her mom asked more sternly now. 

“Of course, mom. I do listen when you tell me things,” she said. “I’ve been ordering Potions through owl order, Merlin knows what the papers will write when I go into an Apothecary and buy that.” 

Her mom sighed. “You shouldn’t have to worry about that when you’re young, what papers write…” 

“Well, that’s how it is, so I better get used to it.” Harry was all they wrote about these days and even without being with Harry, she had now become a known face too for her own acts of resistance during the war. 

“Right… so you don’t need me to…? 

“No, I am fine, mom.” She then thought she’d save Ron the embarrassment. “If you want to have a similar talk with Ron, you’d also be … too late.” 

“Yes, that I am aware of,” she responded. “He’s not as good at sneaking as you are… and Harry I suppose.” 

Ginny nodded. “He was never light-footed, was he?” 

Her mom shook her head and then looked a bit more serious. “So you and Harry are absolutely fine?” 

“Yes, it’s nice when the man who possessed you isn’t trying to kill your boyfriend, for one.” That joke did not land well with her mother, but it wasn’t untrue. “We’re great,” she offered then. 

Molly nodded and stood up again and Ginny glanced down at her breakfast she had almost forgotten. She found she had lost her appetite. 

When Harry walked into the kitchen a little while later, Ginny was glad her mom had found something else to do. She’d rather not have both of them in the same room for at least a few hours.   

He bent down and kissed her softly, then noticed her expression. “Woah, are you okay?” he asked immediately. 

Ginny checked if her mother was out of earshot but she seemed to be several floors up. “It’s fine my mom just-” 

Harry sat down beside her, his eyes focused on her and she wished he’d look anywhere else. 

“My mom tried to have another sex talk with me, to prepare me for my first time.” Ginny’s voice dropped lower as she said it. At least she got some satisfaction out of it when his cheeks went pink too. If she was embarrassed, everyone else had to be too. 

“Oh.” 

“So to avoid the whole talk I just had to come clean and tell her she was too late.” She covered her face with both her hands, still mortified. She could feel Harry shift uncomfortably in his seat. 

“Well,” he said after a moment of silence. “She didn’t immediately come up and curse off my bits, so she didn’t take the news too badly?” 

Ginny glanced at him over her fingers, before dropping her hands entirely. “She’s not naive, Harry. She asked if we were being safe,” she said, now choosing to prod her fork around her plate. “Apparently she is not ready for Potter babies.” 

“I mean, that’s fair,” Harry responded. 

“It was fine but the whole thing was so embarrassing and if you could just… not be in the same room as my mom for the next few hours, days or weeks, that would be better for all of us,” she said dramatically, slumping into her chair. 

Harry smiled at her. “You do have a thing for dramatics, don’t you?” 

“You always take up all the attention in a room, I’ve got to make my presence known somehow,” she said, now teasing him. 

“All my attention is always going to you, though,” he told her, reaching out to her. 

She stopped his hand. “Don’t. All I will be thinking about is my mom. Give it a few more minutes.” 

He moved his hand to her head instead and pressed a kiss against her temple. “You’re not eating?” he asked now. 

“No.” She shook her head. “For some unknown reason, I have lost my appetite.” 

Harry scooped some food on her fork and zoomed it towards her face. “Here comes the aeroplane!” 

“Aeroplane?” she asked warily. 

“What do you wizards say?” he asked, the fork waiting in front of her face. 

“Broom, Hippogriff, Dragon, take your pick. I am still not eating.” 

“Come on,” he tried, the fork prodding against her lips. “Open up.” 

Ginny closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “That’s a little more innuendo than I need, Harry.” 

He gasped. “Well, get your mind out of the gutter, young lady! Whatever will your mother say!” 

Surely he must have seen the serving of eggs landing on his face coming, he most certainly deserved it. 

He wiped the eggs off his face and then took his glasses off to do a cleaning charm on them. “Didn’t your mother teach you not to play with your food?” 

“You started!” she shot back. 

Harry put his glasses back on and looked at her and they both burst out laughing. They both were too busy laughing that they forgot all about what had started it. 

“Morning, Mrs Weasley,” Harry said, wiping his tears, still slightly laughing. 

“Good morning, Harry,” Mrs Weasley greeted him back. “What’s so funny?” 

Both of their laughter faltered immediately. Their eyes met for a moment. 

“I was trying to convince Ginny to eat something, it did not go over well,” he said. “Maybe got an egg to the face.” 

“Gee, thanks for ratting me out, Harry,” Ginny responded, but she was glad he had said something because she had been coming up blank. 

“You haven’t eaten anything yourself,” Mrs Weasley noted. 

Harry glanced down at his empty plate. “Ginny wasn’t eating when I came down, I honestly forgot about myself.” 

Ginny tried not to scowl at Harry’s obvious attempt to be charming because he knew he had to win some points back with her mother. Ginny looked at her mom and to her surprise, it was working. 

“Well, you both better have some breakfast then.”

Ginny started scooping the remnants of her egg into her mouth. “See, then you’re both happy and I can finally have some peace.” She sat there with a mouthful of egg, trying to work it down her throat. Her mother looked unimpressed. 

Harry scooped some food on his plate too. Her mom looked satisfied and left the kitchen again. Ginny was still busy with the egg. 

“How’s swallowing going?” he asked softly. 

Ginny’s eyes widened as she inhaled sharply and a piece of egg lodged itself in her windpipe. Next thing she knew she was coughing, spraying bits of egg everywhere as she tried to get air into her lungs and the egg out of her throat. Harry was kind enough to slap her on her back a few times. 

The last bit of egg came loose and she could breathe again. Harry cleaned up the egg spray chaos with a wave of his wand as she caught her breath. She shot daggers at him. “I almost died, was that worth it?” 

He smiled at her sheepishly. “I didn’t mean anything by it.” 

“I just hope that you know that I’ll make you pay for it.” 

Harry looked at her far too fondly considering she had just announced her plan for revenge. “Please.” 

[twelvegods]

dating harry potter headcanons

pairing/s; harry potter x gn!reader

warning/s; suggestive content

summary; what being harry potter’s s/o would be like.

a/n; i... want to write more about this boy pLS THAT LAST LINE CAME OUT OF NOWHERE IT SCARED ME,,, i had to pump the brakes i feel like i was averting a little ways away from the original request but lordie do i have so much more to offer oh my god he’s literally so underrated in his own fandom like i was looking through the harry potter x reader tags and i’m literally coming up blank like ??? he’s the bloody chosen one,, do better

☆ let’s be clear here; harry potter is a simp for anyone that can put him in his place fight me on this do not,, you will lose

☆ the brainer the better

☆ that said he definitely had a crush on hermione second year

☆ no i will not elaborate

☆ you’re most likely friends with hermione brightest-witch-of-her-age granger because you’re not just a brainiac but you’re also an achiever so it’s most likely you hang out with the brainiest of the bunch in hopes of either a.) them rubbing off on you or b.) learning all their secrets

☆ that and most of the time she’s one of the people on the same wave length as you

☆ so prior to your relationship, you best believe he had a raging crush on you to the point that he won’t stop gushing talking about you to ron and hermione

☆ and hermione’s just like “harry i already know all this, they’re my friend, i see them everyday?”

☆ “‘mione you don’t get it, they’re perfect—”

☆ ron’s so close to dunking his whole head into a bubbling cauldron: "mate we do get it; they’re pretty, they’re smart, you want them to break your bloody heart, but please we’re in the middle of flunking potions, get your shit together.”

☆ reminds me of jily but make it golden trio era

☆ he was just listening in on your conversations with hermione one time and was completely hooked by your entire vibes like talk about absolute boss

☆ whenever you’re in the same room as him, he literally forgets how to breathe

☆ it’s the one and only time he actually shuts up about you because you’re right there and he’s flustered and frozen and red in the face and his friends are just holding in laughter at this point

☆ you meet his gaze and smile and he short circuits, leaving you blinking in confusion as hermione and ron drag a shocked harry away, smiling and nodding sheepishly

☆ scours the stands for you during quidditch matches and, moments after ron points you out, devours the feeling of warmth he feels when he finds you looking his way

☆ despite everything, hermione and ron are actually very supportive in his obsession with you because he deserves to be happy and you make him happiest

☆ so of course they set you two up

☆ ron and hermione, straightforward as ever, literally just approach you just as you leave your common room with harry cluelessly in tow, hermione’s red in the face and ron’s a little awkward but they outright blurt “he likes you!” before frantically running in two different directions

☆ leaving the two of you blinking in bewilderment, heat rushing towards both your faces

☆ harry sheepishly admits his crush on you and you do the same, and let me tell you his heart just about stopped

☆ takes you to madame puddifoot’s on the first date because hey, plenty of dates happen there for a reason, right? he’s a little awkward but he’s regaining bits and pieces of his confidence as he sees you enjoying yourself in his company

☆ you maybe harry’s s/o but you were hermione’s friend first

☆ he can be seen pouting in the distance whenever you’re hanging out with the bushy haired girl

☆ accompanies you to the library to try and get stuff done with you but he literally just falls asleep on your shoulder

☆ let him sleep, poor boy’s been through a lot

☆ not a fan of pda, being the chosen one and all that already gives him plenty of unwanted attention. he just wants something private for once and you’re the perfect recluse

☆ doesn’t mean he wouldn’t proudly show you off in public; you’re hands are practically glued together or he has an arm slung around your shoulders or waist.

☆ kisses the crown of your head a lot

☆ don’t be fooled, he’s touch-starved so when it’s just you two, he will literally smother you with his whole self. just straight up spread eagles himself on top of you and will not move, baby just basks in your warmth.

☆ loves spending time in your dorm better because bonus points you read to him and he just loves the sound of your voice mixed with the comforting rise and fall of your chest and the sound of your heartbeat as well

☆ you’re let in in a lot of things now about the whole you know who situation and you’re his rock. he’s tired, not just physically but mentally and emotionally too and often times he breaks down in front of you

☆ being harry potter meant he had a lot of responsibility weighing him down, and you tried to the best of your ability to lift that weight and he appreciates that so much

☆ you both come to each other with your troubles

☆ he takes you on plenty of romantic dates and sometimes he can’t afford to do a lot of grand gestures but he always makes up for it with absolute quality time with you

☆ he isn’t the jealous type, you are in the relationship

☆ harry can quickly tell when you are though and teases you a little before eventually showering you in affection and reassures you

☆ “don’t tease me like that, you don’t understand how many people would kill to be in my shoes, potter.”

☆ “yeah, but i don’t want those people, i want you. i only have eyes for you.”

☆ “four eyes,” you mumble, looking away when your boyfriend’s eyes widen comically before gathering himself with a small smirk

☆ “double the attention, then.” he winks before throwing his head back in shared laughter

☆ he positively lights up whenever you’re around

☆ compliments you all the time

☆ absolute shared glares and resting bitch faces when it comes to draco malfoy trying to bully him, or anyone for that matter

☆ the power that glare holds resonates power couple

☆ all the more powerful when it’s you and harry and ron and hermione just,,, imagine draco literally being blown away by the sheer power

☆ gives you the weekly password to the portrait and in return you give him the answer to your common room (unless you’re in gryffindor then just ignore this one)

☆ loves it when he’s studying in the common room and there’s only a few people and you come in and plop yourself on his lap like you belong there

☆ you do

☆ he was flustered at first but eventually it becomes such a common happenstance that he just kisses the side of your head in greeting before wrapping your legs around his waist and leaning your head against the crook of his neck like you’re a baby while he continues on with his homework

☆ don’t worry he does the exact same thing in your common room

☆ being there for every nightmare and soothing him down

☆ kisses you so sweetly and passionately like he can’t get enough of you but once you take the reign and start nipping at his lips, his legs turn to jelly and he’s putty in your hands

☆ he really, really doesn’t want to lose you, he’s lost so much already

☆ in his head, you’re the only constant

[braveclementine]

Chapter 19

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (Please keep note of the warnings).

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

"𝕯𝖔𝖇𝖇𝖞. . . 𝕯𝖔𝖇𝖇𝖞. . . 𝕯𝖔𝖇𝖇𝖞!" Harry's voice kept calling out the dead elfs name. I didn't even have a chance to say or do a single thing to save the elf. I could only sink to my knees by Harry's side, placing a hand on his shoulder. 

Bill, Fleur, Dean, and Luna came over after some time, probably to assess if we were hurt since we weren't moving. 

Harry noticed them and said, "Hermione? Where is she?" 

"Ron's taken her inside. She'll be all right." Bill said softly. He glanced over at me, then back to the dead house elf in Harry's arms. 

Harry looked down at Dobby before pulling the sharp, sleek blade from his chest. He pulled his coat off, covering the small, childlike body with it. 

Bill made a few orders of the others. Dean helped Griphook into the house, Fleur hurrying after them. 

"We can bury him." Bill said gently to Harry. 

"Uh huh." Harry agreed, sounding distant. 

"Just give him a moment." I mumbled, wiping away the tears that were forming in my eyes. I really hated my pregnancy hormones. 

"I want to do it properly." Harry suddenly spoke. His voice was strained, full of pain, sorrow, grief, and guilt. "Not by magic. Have you got a spade?" 

Bill said nothing, only standing to go and retrieve the said spade, before returning to give it to Harry. 

I waited outside with Harry, the pregnancy spell having dropped since I was no longer apparating. I felt rather large as I sat there, on the rock, but I wanted to be here, since I couldn't help. Besides, I was going to have to sit through many more of these, I was going to have to get used to it. 

Eventually, Ron, Dean, and Trang joined us. Trang didn't have Remus in her arms, so I had a based assumption that my son was in the house. 

"How's Hermione?" Harry spoke the first words since Bill had left us alone. 

"Better, Fleur's looking after her." Ron responded, before the two young men simply jumped down into the hole with spades to help Harry finish the grave. Trang meanwhile, sat down beside me, resting her head on my shoulder. She had never met Dobby, but she knew how much the house-elf meant to Harry and me. 

When they were done with the grave, Harry wrapped Dobby up tighter in his jacket, Ron gave him his shoes and socks, while Dean placed a hat on his head. I slowly undid the scarf that was around my neck, handing it to Harry, who helped put it around his  neck. Trang produced gloves, which were placed upon Dobbys' hands. 

"We should close his eyes." Luna said softly. I flinched a little, my back having been towards them. I turned to see that Bill, Fleur, Hermione, Ron, Luna, and Trang were all there, Trang holding Remus in her arms. I felt a sudden, unwarranted stab of anger at Ollivander and Griphook. They should've been out here for Dobby's burial. 

Luna knelt down, her fingers moving Dobby's eyelids until they covered his glassy, unseeing eyes. I was suddenly struck funny by the realization that Dobbys' eyes were green. Maybe the universe had something against green eyes and they just all needed to die. 

Harry and Dean climbed out of the grave, looking down at the small body. I wondered if it would feel the same, looking at Dad and Tonks. . .  No they'll be fine. They'll be fine. I tried to convince myself, forcing myself to focus solely on Dobby. I had had a plan and Dobby simply had not worn the shielded clothes I'd created. Dad and Tonks and Severus would be different, I would deal with them directly, not second-hand. 

"I think we ought to say something. I'll go first, shall I?" Luna said, and then without waiting for a response, said, "Thank you so much, Dobby, for rescuing me from that cellar. It's so unfair that you had to die, when you were so good and brave. I'll always remember what you did for us. I hope you're happy now." 

"Yeah. . . thanks, Dobby." Ron murmured. 

"Thanks." Dean followed. 

"Good-bye Dobby." Harry said in a tight voice. 

Bill lifted the dirt with his wand, letting it settle into the hole, forming a mound of sorts. 

"D'you mind if I stay here a moment?" Harry asked as the others started to make their way back to the house. 

"Sure." Bill murmured, patting Harry on the shoulder. 

I hesitated, looking down at the rock I had been carving into a headstone with words carved into it. When I had been writing the words on it, they had made sense in my head, painting me a picture of sadness and yet love at the same time. Now, staring at the words, they didn't make any sense: 

𝒲𝒽𝓎 𝒹𝑜 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝑒 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝑔𝒶𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓃, 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒹𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓅𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈 𝐸𝓍𝒶𝒸𝓉𝓁𝓎

I scoffed silently to myself and dropped the rock in the dirt, walking past Harry, joining the others in the house, leaving my words to wear away for years to come. 

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖆𝖑𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖞 standing in the foyer of Griphooks bedroom when Harry came up the stairs with Bill, Ron and Hermione. I went to stand aside, but Harry shook his head. "I want your advice in here." 

I glanced over at Hermione, who gave me a small smile.

"In here." Bill said, opening up the door to his and Fleurs' room. It was a beautiful room, with colours that matched the sea and sand outside. I realized now that I had never actually been to the sea, though I had always longed to go. I supposed I could make the most of this visit, though I now wished it was with Severus and Dad as well. 

Hermione took a seat besides the dressing table, Ron sitting on the arm of the chair. Harry moved to the window, turning his back to the beautiful view outside to lean against the sill, his arms across his chest. The familiar flicker of pain in his eyes told me that his scar was hurting again. I'm sure if I had still been wearing our mums' locket, I would've felt the same pain against my chest. 

Bill came into the room with Griphook in his arms, gently putting him down on the bed and Bill left without another word. Now that Griphook was in the room, I decided to sit on the loveseat, the babies in my stomach kicking hard now. I put a hand against my stomach, rubbing it gently, hoping it would soothe them. 

"I'm sorry to take you out of bed. How are your legs?" Harry asked. 

"Painful. But mending." 

I looked at the Gryffindor sword that the goblin held in his hands, clutching it with reluctance, as though he already knew what we were asking for, though I knew that wasn't the case. 

"You probably don't remember-" Harry started, but Griphook interrupted. 

"-that I was the goblin who showed you to your vault, the first time you ever visited Gringotts? I remember, Harry Potter. Even amongst goblins, you are very famous." There was a long silence, where the two of them seemed to be sizing each other up. I knew who won when Griphook continued, "You buried the elf. I watched you from the window of the bedroom next door." 

I bit my tongue to keep from saying something I wouldn't regret. I wouldn't even have to feel that I needed to berate him for not showing up to the funeral if I had just been able to save Dobbys' life. 

"Yes." 

"You are an unusual wizard, Harry Potter." 

Harry rubbed his scar as he questioned, "In what way?"

"You dug the grave." 

"So?" 

Griphook didn't answer, so I did. 

"Certain ah, species don't expect Wizards to take the time for a proper burial for those we are supposed to see as 'below us.'" 

Griphook gave me a look that said he didn't like my way of explaining it, but it had been the nicest way of putting it that I had been able to see. 

"Griphoook, I need to ask-" 

"You also rescued a goblin." 

"What?" 

"You brought me here. Saved me." 

"Well, I take it you're not sorry?" I heard the impatience in Harry's voice. 

"No, Harry Potter, but you are a very odd wizard." 

"Right. Well I need some help, Griphook, and you can give it to me. I need to break into a Gringotts vault." 

Ron and Hermione looked at Harry like he had gone mad, while Harry's eyes flickered just a bit. I hoped he wasn't in too much pain, but that was a big hope. 

"Harry-" Hermione started, but was interrupted immediately by the goblin. 

"Break into a Gringotts vault? Impossible." 

"No, it isn't. It's been done." Ron quickly backed Harry up. 

"Yeah, the same day I first met you, Griphook. My birthday, seven years ago." There had to be some sort of poetic justice to that. 

"The vault in question was empty at the time." The goblin snapped, clearly offended. "Its protection was minimal." 

"Well, the vault we need to get into isn't empty, and I'm guessing its protection will be pretty powerful. It belongs to the Lestranges." 

If Hermione and Ron hadn't been looking at him like he had a screw loose before, they most certainly were now, as they exchanged a glance. 

"You have no chance. No chance at all. If you seek beneath our floors, a treasure that was never yours-" 

"Thief, you have been warned, beware- yeah I know, I remember," Harry interrupted "But I'm not trying to get myself any treasure, I'm not trying to take anything for personal gain. Can you believe that?" 

"If there was a wizard of whom I would believe that they did not seek personal gain, it would be you, Harry Potter. Goblins and elves are not used to the protection or the respect that you have shown this night. Not from wand-carriers." 

"Wand-carriers." Harry repeated. 

"The right to carry a wand, has long been contested between wizards and goblins." 

"Well, goblins can do magic without wands." Ron replied. 

"That is immaterial! Wizards refuse to share the secrets of wandlore with other magical beings, they deny us the possibility of extending our powers!" 

"Well, goblins won't share any of their magic either, you won't tell us how to make swords and armor the way you do. Goblins know how to work metal in a way wizards have never-" 

"It doesn't matter. This isn't about wizards versus goblins or any other sort of magical creature-

Griphooks laugh made the hairs on my arms stand up. "But it is, it is about precisely that! As the Dark Lord becomes ever more powerful, your race is set still more firmly above mine! Gringotts falls under Wizarding rule, house-elves are slaughtered, and who amongst the wand-carriers protests?" 

"We do! We protest! And I'm hunted quite as much as any goblin or elf, Griphook! I'm a Mudblood!" 

I felt uncomfortable with both her words and the way she sat up straight, her eyes bright and passionate. I physically cringed where I sat, feeling weird about it. 

"Don't call yourself-" 

"Why shouldn't I? Mudblood, and proud of it! I've got no higher position under this new order than you have, Griphook! It was me they chose to torture, back at the Malfoys'!" 

I thought for effect she might pull her robe arm up, to show where Bellatrix had carved the word 'Mudblood' into her arm. Considering that would've had greater effect to punctuate her words. Instead, she simply showed the thin line across her neck, not to deep, and already healed into a scab. 

And don't get me wrong, I'm sure that hurt like a bitch. But I feel that the dramatic effect would've been a lot better. 

"Did you know that it was Harry who set Dobby free? Did you know that we've wanted elves to be freed for years?" Ron fidgeted and I rolled my eyes. "You can't want You-Know-Who defeated more than we do, Griphook!" 

True. I definitely wanted revenge for my parents and for ripping my entire family apart. 

"What do you seek within the Lestranges' vault? The sword that lies inside of it is a fake. This is the real one. I think that you already know this. You asked me to lie for you back there." 

"But the fake sword isn't the only thing in that vault is it? Perhaps you've seen the other things in there?" 

"It is against our code to speak of the secrets of Gringotts. We are the guardians of fabulous treasures. We have a duty to the objects placed in our care, which were, so often, wrought by our fingers." 

He stroked the sword as he spoke, his beady black eyes darting between the four of us. 

"So young, to be fighting so many." 

"Will you help us?" Harry asked. I could hear a baby start to cry downstairs and knew that I needed to depart. "We haven't got a hope of breaking in without a goblins' help. You're our one chance." 

"I shall. . . think about it." Griphook said. 

"But-" 

"Thank you." Harry said softly. 

"I think, that the Skele-Gro has finished its work. I may be able to sleep at last. Forgive me. . ." 

"Yeah, of course." Harry said, leaning forward and taking the sword of Gryffindor from where Griphook had laid it down. The four of us left the room, my skin prickling as I turned my back to the goblin. 

"Little git, he's enjoying keep us hanging." 

"Harry, are you saying what I think you're saying?" The crying grew louder. "Are you saying there's a Horcrux in the Lestranges' vault?" 

"Yes. Bellatrix was terrified when she thought we'd been in there, she was beside herself. Why? What did she think we'd seen, what else did she think we might have taken? Something she was petrified You-Know-Who would find out about." 

"But I thought we were looking for places You-Know-Who's been, places he's done something important? Was he ever inside the Lestranges' vault?" Ron asked. 

"I don't know whether he was ever inside Gringotts. He never had gold there when he was younger, because nobody left him anything. He would have seen the bank from the outside, though, the first time he ever went to Diagon Alley. I think he would have envied anyone who had a key to a Gringotts vault. I think he'd have seen it as a real symbol of belonging to the Wizarding world. And don't forget, he trusted Bellatrix and her husband. They were his most devoted servants before he fell, and they went looking for him after he vanished. He said it the night he came back, I heard him." 

He rubbed his scar. Trang came up the stairs, carrying Remus, who had stopped crying so loudly, but still whimpering slightly. 

"I don't think he'd have told Bellatrix it was a Horcrux, though. He never told Lucius Malfoy the truth about the diary. He probably told her it was a treasured possession and asked her to place it in her vault. The safest place in the world for anything you want to hide, Hagrid told me. . . except for Hogwarts." 

"You really understand him." Ron said after a moment, as I took Remus into my arms. I bounced him just a little, before looking up. 

"Well, and also Bellatrix and him had a daughter together." I said nonchalantly, without thinking really. 

"He what?" Ron exclaimed vehemently and Trang choked out. 

"I thought it was obvious." I said, then cooed to Remus, "Let's go down and play with toys." I turned and walked back down the stairs, Trang tailing me closely. 

"What was that all about?" Trang asked. I explained the conversation to Trang as we made our way to the living room, before turning to other conversation as Bill came into the room. 

"I suppose you can't tell me what you're doing here either?" Bill asked. 

"Oh, actually, it's quite simple. You-Know-Who was going to be where Trang and I have been hiding out. We left hours prior to that visit, and I figured here was a good place. Sorry for the intrusion." I explained quickly, putting Remus down on the floor now that he'd stopped crying. I had brought a few of his favorite toys with us, and I put them down next to him now, which he immediately picked up and started to play with. 

"It's alright, I'm just glad you guys are safe." Bill said, still surveying me as I gingerly sat down on the couch, putting a hand over my stomach. "Er- Snape?" 

"Oh, uh yeah." I mumbled quietly, not meeting his eyes. "Twins, possibly." 

It was silent for a moment and then Bill said. "I get it. I mean, not Snape, hearsay, but uh, the love part. . . it's hard to stop loving someone who already had your heart." 

"Yeah, it is." I murmured. 

"Your rooms are upstairs." Bill said. "We put you and Trang in with Hermione." 

"Thank you, Bill." I said softly. "We appreciate it." 

Bill nodded and then continued on his way. 

"So what's the plan?" Trang asked lightly. 

"We pretend we're on vacation. Spend our days down at the beach, help cook and clean so we're not overbearing guests, and then a week before Harry and the others leave for Gringotts, we'll leave for Hogwarts. The future there is a little fuzzy admittedly, but it seems like a sound plan." 

"Understood. I'm going to go lay down, I'm pretty tired." Trang said softly, standing up. She squeezed my shoulder and headed upstairs. 

I continued to sit in the living room, lost in thought, until Harry strode out of the house, Hermione and Ron tailing after him. 

Flashes of visions played in my head. Severus was bustling down the steps of Hogwarts. . . meeting with Voldemort. . .Severus headed back up the stairs after Voldemort instructed him to do so. Severus would attempt to look out the window, see what the Dark Lord was doing, but he could not see him. . . he had casted a Disillusionment charm. And Harry was telling Ron and Hermione the same things I was seeing. Ron was bemoaning the fact that they hadn't gone after the wand. 

But everything would work out somehow. I could see the vague image of a person finishing Voldemort inside Hogwarts. Which would most likely take place in June although I didn't know the exact date. It could even possibly be late May. I was only predicting June since all of our other escapades had happened in the last month of school. 

I stood, gripping the couch arm as I felt the dizziness of doing so. Black dots danced across my vision and I waited until they were gone to move again. I made my way up the stairs and into the bedroom.

Trang was fast asleep and I saw that Bill had fashioned a makeshift crib in the corner for Remus. I laid my son down in the crib, putting the small blanket over him, tucking his favorite stuffed animal in with him. 

"Goodnight sweetheart." I murmured, before climbing into the bed closest to him. 

I fell asleep quickly, big green eyes imprinted against my eyelids and Dobby's voice echoing in my ears. 

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Realizing i can terrorize you in your askbox too hehehe

LESBIAN princess cake for “stay with me a while longer” 🤩

lesbian princess cake just for you... and me from the angst prompt challenge

Nico's always dressed and is out of the motorhome before Jenson's barely dried her hair. It helps Nico wears her cropped blonde hair slicked back anyways, so leaving Jenson's motorhome with wet hair just looks like regular Nico. Jenson knows if she sleeps with her hair wet, she will get a migraine or a cold before race weekend and Lewis will smirk at her, offering to join him on the shaved head crusade.

Ron Dennis has different standards for his drivers and respectability, Lewis is expected to never grow out his hair -- while Jense's expected to never cut hers, keeping it mid shoulder length. Wouldn't want their female driver looking too much like a carpet muncher, or so she had overheard.

She did just finish eating Nico out, so not sure whether she was beating those allegations. Jenson had to act fast, the five minutes it took for Nico to come back from seeing stars, breathing slowly coming on an even, soft pale thighs splayed out with red splotches near the inside where Jenson left her mark -- Jenson couldn't waste her time stunned, wanting to keep her like that forever. Instead, she found Nico could be tricked and persuaded into staying longer if she had chocolate pudding around, maybe a warm cuppa. Nico would frown, staring at the peace offering like a threat before slowly acquiescing, slow blinks like a cat, and Jenson could get in an extra ten, fifteen minutes of cuddling; maybe make out again if she's lucky. Nico mostly liked to talk about engine upgrades, or shoes -- which was surprising considering how much she liked being barefoot, and Jenson was content to listen.

Jenson checked the tiny fridge in her motorhome and -- fuck, they didn't have pudding. Why the fuck didn't they have pudding, she had specifically asked--

From the corner of her eyes, she could see Nico to her senses, pulling up her panties from where they'd been at her knees to limit mobility when Jense fingered her open.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

She put the kettle to boil -- scrambling, looking for teabags when Nico was at the doorframe, bag in hand.

"Gonna head out now," she shrugged awkwardly, waiting for Jenson to kiss her forehead and walk her out -- their little routine of normalcy. Close gal pals, to the press who were savouring for a cat fight angle every-time the Williams went against the Mclaren, why let the only two female formula one drivers coexist in peace? Jense knew it bothered Nico more than her, the claims she was only here because of her father, the pressure of having to work twice as hard. Jenson had her World Championship title, she's made her history; Nico's yet to have her first win, and she whispers into her hair with complete faith it's coming.

That's why Jenson can never ask her to stay. It's wanting too much, when she already has it all. These pockets of time are all Nico's comfortable with -- she doesn't want to take more, and more, and more.

She wants more. "Why don't you stay the night?" Jenson breaks her imposed rules, asks a little high pitched. "C'mon, Britney, we'll make it a girls' night in." Jense tried to ease the tension.

Nico immediately frowns, and Jenson wants to kiss the frown winkles between her eyes. "I-- you know we can't." Nico's been spotted around the Mclaren motorhome a few times, people assume she's dating Lewis. Something about childhood friends and all. Maybe it would've been easier if she was with Lewis, even if they'd rip each other's heads off.

"For me?" Jenson asks, pleads really -- she's not above begging a beautiful girl — the most beautiful girl — to stay. "Just a little longer. Stay with me, please."

She's broken containment, their little hookup they did not put a name to. Whatever choice Nico made now, they couldn't go back from it; pretending this had no strings attached from either of them.

Nico opened her mouth to reply.

The electric kettle beeped.