#quidditch locker classic

[basiatlu]

Drawtober Day 8: Hide

A ruckus from the locker room entry caused Malfoy to rip away from Harry’s neck.

[theemporium]

the smut berry daiquiri with james 10

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

10. "What if someone sees?"

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“James.” 

The boy grinned against your lips, listening to the wistful sigh you let out as he sunk further into you. He pulled back to see the way your head dropped back against the wall, your eyes clenched shut and your lips parting with a pretty, pretty moan. 

“Just like that, honey,” he cooed, the hand that was cupping your face shifting to squeeze your cheeks. “This is what you’ve been wanting, hm? Just waiting for me to make you feel good.” 

“Shit,” you whined, your walls squeezing around him. “We…we shouldn’t be here.” 

“No?” He pouted, though the amusement was clear in his voice. “You seem to be loving it, baby. Taking my cock so well, like you were fucking made for me.”

“I—fuck,” you moaned, blinking your eyes open to look at him. “You…you didn’t lock the door. What if someone walks in? What if someone sees?” 

Because in classic James Potter fashion, he liked to combine his loves. He liked to mix and match. He liked to push the limit and live off the high of a new thrill. He loved to toe that line that everyone tends to steer away from.

And, fuck, if he wasn’t persuasive with it.

You couldn’t say no to him if you wanted to, when he flashed you that classic charming Potter smile and took your hand. When he led you through the corridors, his fingers intertwined with yours and a promise that it would be worth it. And any worries you had were quickly kissed away. 

And before you could even fully process where you were, he had you pressed against a wall and kissed you senseless. His hands were already under your skirt and his name a happy sigh on your lips before you even realised he had dragged you to a hidden alcove underneath the Quidditch pitch, the same area the players use for a locker room. 

A place where literally anyone could walk in on you both, especially considering the upcoming games determined the points for the cup and most teams were practising later and later.

One of those teams could walk in right now. They could walk in and see you pinned against the wall, your clothes half-shredded off your body and a fucked out expression on your face as James continued to thrust into you at a feral, animalistic pace. 

“Then they will see what a good girl you are for me,” James grinned, something savage in his expression as he leaned in to kiss you again, to taste the way you whined and moaned his name as he fucked you. “They will see what a pretty slut you are, so sweet and tight f’me.” 

“Oh shit,” you whimpered, your nails digging into his shoulders. 

“I fucking hope they see us. I hope they see what they will never be able to have.”

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[l0standn0tf0und]

damn perfect hair and damn marvelous eyes

george weasley x fem!reader (hints on short!bookworm!fem!reader)

words| +- 4400

in short|  classic story. George falls in love with his best friend. nothing more and nothing less

warnings| my english, angst, fluffy ending, mention of sex and long ranting about George's feelings

author’s note| it's supposed to be a short one. About 1000 words or so, but I got excited. and well, I tried to make it George's pov. because, you know, ✨️his pov✨️. also, it's my first scribbling in two years. enjoy))

He has been with other girls. He'd even said he has been with a lot of other girls.

There were a couple of girls he dated for a while. There were those he just fucked with. A quickie after a Quidditch match won't hurt anyone. It doesn't matter whether he won this match or not. He's well aware of the fact, that girls like him. But none of these so-called relationships were serious. Perhaps this was because he didn't consider any of them as something serious.

He tried this relationship thing because he was curious, what it's like to date a girl. But during his dates, bringing a cup, all painted with tiny violets, to his lips and listening to the chatter of his now ex-girlfriend, he thought that she'd never say such a thing and she'd never order such a lusciously sweet cupcake. And she wouldn't have dragged him to Madam Puddifoot's in the first place.

After smashing Hufflepuff to smithereens on the Quidditch field, he pressed some Ravenclaw's back to one of the walls in the locker room, pounding deep into her, hearing this girl's moans become louder with each thrust. He caught himself thinking about what her moans would sound like. Would she be filthy and loud underneath him or her moans would be more shaky and soft?

He wouldn't say any of these girls were bad, unattractive, or something like that. Just the opposite, all of them were great. But they simply weren't…her. She got deep under his skin, intertwined with his veins, and blossomed in his lungs. She was his Flower. That's how he called her.

George remembers clearly well how it started. No, not his feelings, they started so naturally, that he didn't even notice how he fell for her. George remembers clearly well how he started calling her flower. This happened back in the second year, during History of Magic. He was getting more and more bored by the second in that stuffy classroom. And there was nothing unusual about it. He got bored very easily. So he quietly began scribbling in the corner of her parchment. He remembers the angry look little Y/N gave him as she carefully pushed her piece of paper away from the redhead. She was also bored but did her best to focus on Professor Binns' words. But George continued, all smiling and trying to stifle his giggles caused by her irritation. At some point, his incomprehensible doodles began to look like something that resembled Professor Binns, but his glasses and mustache were abnormally large compared to everything else. She smiled, took George's hand, and carefully drew a tiny flower on his wrist, before returning her attention to Professor. It took him a while to find out what exactly she drew with so neat lines. It looked like an iris or daffodil, he couldn't tell exactly and she didn't know either. But after that she became flower. His flower.

And now George is sitting in the library. He came here to at least start an essay on Potions. Snape become ruthless lately, so it was easier to work in a group on this 5-page assignment about Golpalott's Third Law. That's how he, Y/N, Fred, and Lee ended up in the library. George knew that this was one of her favorite places at Hogwarts. Two and a half hours earlier, when they had passed Madam Pince's stern gaze, he almost unconsciously walked to her favorite table, between the Poetry and Reference sections.

George's re-reading the same sentence in the book for the seventh time. There's something about the idea that a whole product is greater than the sum of its parts, but he can't really understand its meaning because he's thinking about her. It would be more accurate to say that he's thinking about what Lee and Fred had said about her. The evening before, his twin, the only person in this world who was closer to George than Y/N, again claimed that his love was mutual. Fred constantly tried to push him to confess his feelings. His argumentation was always the same. Fred said that he’s older, which means wiser, and he sees everything, how she steals glances at his little shy brother in classes and how she blushes just as much when George is near. But that evening, Lee has added some new information, which George still tries to process and connects with everything else these two have been telling him through the years.

George returns to yesterday in his thoughts. He was lying on his bed again, hopelessly pressing his face into the soft fabric of the pillow, while these two opened the Pandora's box again. Sometimes it seemed to George that they were enjoying this ranting about his 'unrequited' love situation over and over again.

"Ok, look, if she felt nothing but platonic stuff, she'd not be this frustrated when she found out about you and Jane" Lee spoke in a devious voice, getting more comfortable on his bed.

"Wasn't it Jade?" Fred's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Doesn't matter, I mean this Hufflepuff blondie with the ribbon"

"She's Janis" George sighed. He remembered this relationship, which lasted just over a month or so. Janis was nice, but she talked a bit too much. And this black ribbon, which she constantly wore as a headband, pissed him off. He admitted that the ribbon matched well with her uniform and emphasized the brightness of her hair. But something was wrong with it.

"I thought she was Jade"

"Anyway, why are you telling me about this now?" curiosity and a slight note of annoyance were noticeable in George's voice "It was quite a long ago."

"Look, mate. I'm your friend, right?" Lee sat down, crossed his legs, and the blanket crumpled under his weight. One more movement and the red piece of cloth would end up on the floor. "But I'm her friend as well. She knows that I know. And knows that I overheard that conversation of hers. And I promised, I won't blab it to you…But as it turns out, I'm not the best secret keeper and I'm more of a friend to you than to Y/N"

To tell the truth, Lee was a great secret keeper. Just like he was a great friend. This made George seriously wonder why Lee broke the promise. And so unceremoniously 'blabbed' everything to him. What if he's really as blind as he was told and doesn't see obvious things. He doesn't deny the possibility that she liked him too. More precisely, he doesn't want to deny it. He hopes that Y/N also feels something that crosses the boundaries of friendship. Even if her feelings aren't as strong and all-consuming as his. As if time collapses into one tiny speck and explodes at light speed every time George sees her. He hopes for at least something, for at least a tiny feeling, a tiny sparkle in her heart that flares up at the sight of the tall redhead.

Many times he imagined and replayed in his head the moment he would confess his feelings. Tell her how all the sounds around become quiet when he hears her laugh, how each and every touch imprints and burns on his skin. He dreamed, how he would tell how much he loved her, that he could finally be honest and reveal everything that was in his head and heart.

But the younger twin thinks the stakes are too high. And maybe he's right because she thinks the same thing to herself. Even though George wants more, he doesn't want to risk everything he has right now. His eyes begin to water and a lump rises in his throat every time he assumes he could lose Y/N. His flower. He knows her too well to predict what would happen next if his feelings weren't mutual. Their communication will become awkward, they both will be cautious and afraid of saying or doing something wrong. And then, after some time of this weird communication, their connection will fade away. And even if his love is mutual, what if he and Y/N don’t work out as a couple? What then?

He can't let their previous and future years of friendship go down the drain. Y/N was the first person he and Fred met on the Hogwarts Express. And from the very first year and the very first greeting, the three of them became inseparable. Always together.

She wanted to be a prefect, so she avoided detentions and tried not to get involved in their pranks directly. But Y/N was always there, helped to plan each of their mischiefs, assisted with new inventions, and saved him and his brother from professors. George can't remember how many times she rescued them from Filch while she was patrolling the corridors. He was so proud of her last year when she finally received this little silver pin that gave her extra authority and responsibilities.

George can't imagine Christmas without Y/N now. She visits the Burrow every year and his mom adores her. Perhaps because Y/N helps with cooking more than anyone else in this house. But George can imagine in detail how hard his mother would scold him if he suddenly announce that Y/N won't come for winter break this year because he's an idiot and they stopped talking to each other.

It's not Christmas without having a snowball fight with her and Fred in the backyard. At some point, she always tries to throw Fred into the snow. But due to the obvious height difference and Fred's strength privilege, she never succeeds in this. So she's becoming the one who's giggling on the ground, covered with snow. George always laughs at this little performance while his very kind twin scatters her down with even more snow.

George's envious of his brother in some way. Fred has never seen Y/N as more than a friend or a second sister. He's envious that his twin's heart doesn't ache as much as his does. And his older brother doesn't have to make such a difficult decision. No, George doesn't wish his brother pain. No way. He just doesn't want to suffer himself. George understands, that he's not just at risk of losing her, but also at risk of depriving Fred of his best friend too. If he and Y/N don't work out, what will happen to her friendship with Fred? Yes, perhaps they will be able to maintain some thread of communication. But they certainly won’t be best friends like they are now. George wouldn't handle it. He believes that it's better to be content with the small moments he has than to lose everything.

"Where are you going?" Fred's question snaps the younger twin out of his thoughts. He's still in the library and didn’t even notice how the chair next to him became empty, as Y/N headed towards one of the sections.

“I need this book, about…” her words meet Fred's raised eyebrows "I just need another book"

A quiet “uh-huh,” sounds either from Fred or Lee as her back is already hidden between the shelves full of colorful covers.

George looks for a while longer after Y/N. If someone raised their head from studies or books and glanced at the redhead, they would see the gears turning in his head.

“I…” George moves away from the table. Legs of the chair slide across the floor with a quiet rustle. He tries to come up with some kind of a reason, but Lee is faster.

“We got it, loverboy in shining armor, go already and help your princess” In response George groanes, and a quiet "fuck off" slips from his lips as he heads after his 'princess'. He doesn't know why he decided to follow Y/N. He just wants to. Perhaps he simply feels calmer when she's around, she gives him a feeling of warmth and home just by being near.

And there she is, just three bookshelves away. George can understand why she likes spending time in the library, although he doesn't share this sympathy. It's quiet and peaceful here. High ceilings, impressive columns, and alive stained glass windows are throughout Hogwarts, but they look especially charming in this place. Perhaps it's the specific lighting or the huge number of cabinets filled with old parchment and colored bindings. And, to be honest, he likes the smell of books. There is something about that scent that the redhead can't explain.

Y/N walks along the shelf at the end of the bookrack. Her gaze runs along the top row of colored spines, searching for what she needs. Her hair is up in a messy, almost domestic, bun and secured with a wand. But some strands fell down, framing her face and descending down her neck. The tie hangs loosely around her neck. She undid it after half an hour in the library.

George just stands there and admires her for a while, unable to tear his gaze away. It seems to him as if a soft golden glow surrounds each curve of her glorious body. And this light calls him to come closer. None of the other girls looked like her in his eyes. He swallows, breaks out of this perfect trance, and quietly heads to her.

The girl stands on the very tips of her black shiny shoes. Her fingers almost touch that very book on the top shelf. "Why the hell do they always shove the most useful stuff so far away?" Y/N thinks to herself before long fingers touch the cover of the "Ingredient Encyclopedia". She sees as right above her head a familiar freckled hand takes the faded green binding from its place.

"You're welcome, flower" Y/N turns around at the sound of the voice and finds herself trapped between the worn books and George.

The corners of his lips lift slightly and the younger twin can feel the warmth approaching his cheeks. He can't control it and, to be honest, he doesn't care when she's only millimeters away.

Her "Thank you" is so quiet that George isn't sure she actually said it. Their eyes meet, and it seems to redhead that everything that happened next was in slow motion.

She just wanted to take the book. Such an innocent action. She inhales sharply as her fingertips accidentally brush his hand. He feels high-voltage sparks come from this touch and spread further throughout his whole body and explode where his heart is.

They both froze, not breathing and not breaking an eye contact. George could swear he was ready to give everything he had to live in this moment forever. Just standing next to her in an empty section of the Hogwarts library. Looking into her eyes, losing himself in their depths. And feel the warmth radiating from her hand on his.

Earlier, he thought he'd be nervous at a moment like this but he isn't. He just stares at her eyes, then at her parted lips. "George, don’t do it" he repeats to himself. His fingers shudder imperceptibly with the thought of taking her wand from messy hair, so her locks would fall freely on her fragile shoulders. "Control yourself". He's trying, so damn hard trying not to bury his hands into these shiny strands and pull her into a kiss. It takes all his strength not to. And George doesn't know what happened. Was it Y/N's rosy blush and his brother's words about mutuality flashing through his head. Was it her, standing so close that he could smell his amortentia coming from the girl.

But he gives up. George bends down, without even thinking about it, and presses his lips to hers

George pulls away even faster than he has leaned toward her. There is exposed fear in his widely opened eyes. Eyebrows are raised as the realization crushes his thoughts. His mouth opens and closes without making any sound. It seems that he's more shocked by his own action than Y/N herself.

He fucked up. He knows it.

Y\N stands there still. And this is the first time in the redhead's life that he can't read the emotions of his best friend. "Ingredient Encyclopedia" is still in her palm, but George abruptly pulls his hand away, losing all the warmth she provided to him.

"I'm…I'm sorry" is the only thing he mumbles before storming away from the book section, from the library, from her.

George almost knocks down a first-year with a blue tie when he rushes out around the corner. He fucked up. Y/N didn’t respond to his kiss, she didn’t react at all. She just froze in place. George doesn't understand how he could let himself do this. He shouldn't have. He heads towards the huge wooden door with such speed that some students' parchments fly off their desks. He doesn't notice this, nor the questions from Fred and Lee, that meet his broad back, nor the comments of the furious Madam Pince.

She appears around the corner shortly after George, calling his name. She throws the book on the table and quickly walks past her friends. The faded green binding slides across the wooden surface and lands near Lee's inkpot. Another millimeter and the small glass jar would have been knocked down and poured a black liquid onto the pieces of parchment, only half written with essay.

"For Merlin's sake, what is going on?"

“I'll bet you a galleon that George confessed to her and ran away” Fred speaks with a sly grin, shifting his gaze from the hurrying Y/N to his dormmate.

"Too much drama for these two, don't you think?"

"So…?"

"You're on" Lee agrees, moving the book away from his writings. He only managed to write the introduction and the beginning of the first few theses. It was far from 5 pages but it was at least something and definitely more than George wrote.

George walks through the library entrance. He feels like everything is crumbling inside him as he walks. The sound of his heart pounding in the ears muffles the voice calling his name somewhere behind the back.

"George!…"

He is supposed to be happy. He finally did what he had dreamed of for many years. He finally kissed the girl he was so hopelessly in love with. But instead, he feels as if a dozen Dementors attacked him. All of the hope and happiness have been sucked out of the world.

"George!…"

He'd better get away from here as fast as possible. He'd explain himself later. He'd better get to his safe space. But where should he go if he felt safe only next to her?

"George!….for Merlin's sake!….. I can't keep up with you!"

He recalls everything in his head, from what happened a minute ago to the first time he saw Y\N. He understands that all those happy moments, the tenderness, the memories they both made and the plans for the future, are all gone. He's so disappointed and so angry with himself.

"George!…"

"What?!" He stops and turns around, seeing the girl almost running along the empty corridor of Hogwarts, approaching him.

George heard her calling him. But he's not ready to face the consequences. Not now. He needs time to pull himself back together and come up with something. But he gives up. Again.

"What do you wanna hear, Y|N?!" His hands shoot up in a questioning gesture. "That I'm head over heels in love with you? With your damn perfect hair and damn marvelous eyes! With your damn angelic laughter, which drowns out all other sounds for me! And I even with the way your brows frown when you're concentrated!"

"Georgie…" He doesn't seem to notice her soft voice but continues. She wants to say something, but his confession is unstoppable. And she understands this, so she decides to just let him rant.

"Or do you wanna hear that you became a fixed point in my mind where my thoughts always come back to? That I randomly grin to myself like an idiot when I think about anything related to you. I don't know when exactly I fell for you. But it feels like I've always loved you. You're doing something to me, no one else ever could. You make me feel special and not just another poor Weasley or the second clown of Hogwarts. Every damn time you make me feel important because of who I am and not because I'm the beater or I'm the easiest way to get to Fred." His voice became calmer with each sentence. The irritated raised tone turns into his normal deep timbre, and then it will turn into a soft mumbling. " And you make all of my anxiety and worries turn off just by your presence. I was so fucking angry with myself and you did something I dunno how to explain. So now I can't be this angry. And you are…you are just….you"

She stands next to him. Almost as close as it was back then in the library. Perhaps if George wasn't so nervous, he'd realize that he liked the scent of books because it was her scent. Every time she left the library after spending several hours there, she had this slightest scent on her. It mixed with her perfume and shampoo, so it was impossible to separate and difficult to notice it.

"Are you done?" George doesn't know what to do and just nods his ginger head. Then she rises on her tiptoes and neat fingers finds the collar of his white shirt and pulls it towards her, forcing George to lean forward. Her lips touch his. Again. Only for a few seconds but this makes him blush even more, if it's possible. His freckles aren't this noticeable anymore.

The girl pulls away, the heels of her shoes meet the cold floor and her hands slide onto George's chest. But he continues to stand slightly bent forward, batting his eyelashes. She still has to lift her head slightly to look him in the eyes. In the future, this height difference will piss her off sometimes, but he'll enjoy it endlessly, liking this even more every time.

George stares deeply into her eyes, trying to understand what just happened. But he feels that he can breathe again. And somewhere inside, where his soul is, irises and daffodils and all the other flowers start to blossom slowly. Did she really kiss him? But earlier…

"But you've…." His eyebrows furrow as the puzzles are slowly coming together in his head.

"I was taken by surprise" She explains as she watches his face soften, lips rise into a wide grin that he can't stop. And why the hell should he stop it. "And you didn't give me time to understand what's going on"

George covers her hand with his own. That hand that's laying so peacefully on his rapidly beating heart.

“Sorry,” he chuckles, millimeters from her face. She can feel his breath on her lips, like a ghost kiss, dragging the moment before he crushes his lips down on hers into another real one.

Her lips are soft, almost silken, and pillowy against his own. This kiss is not just a peck, like the previous ones. This time George can understand that her lips are not exactly what he thought. Her lips feel thousands of times better than he could ever imagine. He finally feels relieve and all the world's happiness. All the happiness he supposed to feel. Happiness, that had been accumulating for a long time and didn't leave the palace of his dreams, Finally to escape to freedom. His palms find their place around her waist as he pulls her closer, forcing their bodies to collapse into each other, holding each other as tightly as humanly possible. Her hands shoot up to his hair, slowly letting her fingers slip into ginger strands. He kisses Y/N like he has never kissed anyone else before. With all the tenderness and love he has kept locked in his heart till this moment. George doesn’t see this, but he feels how the gray world around him is filled with colors again. The warmth spreads all over his body and his brain stops working properly.

This girl, this bright and breathtaking girl, is his. Their lips moved softly, delicately, and almost innocently before. But Y/N is driving him insane and intoxicate him with the sweet smell of her body. He can feel her hand slide to his nape and she lightly runs fingers up along his neck. Tiny soft moans escape his lips in the surprise of the goosebumps this action sent down his body. As a response, George brings up his freckled hands to cup her face. His calloused fingers caress her flushed cheeks as he nibbles her lower lip, not so hard to hurt, but enough for Y/N to feel it. Now it's her turn to let out a small, barely audible moan, which makes him break out into a shit-eating grin.

The girl gently pulls away, while George still holds her face in his warm hands.

"I love you too, Georgie. And your damn perfect hair and damn marvelous eyes"

Bonus:

He lets out a giggle caused by quoting. He's unable to open his eyes for a few moments after this kiss, a huge smile on his face

"But…"

"But…?" The question sounds teasing even though his voice is hoarse.

"We have an essay to finish. It's due tomorrow, and you haven't even written a sentence yet." she wrinkles her nose in a taunting way.

"Nooooo" Redhead lets out a groan, throwing his head back. "Don't make me do this, Flower"

"I won't write it for you" She kisses his pouty lips as a response to the puppy gaze he gave her. Y/N frees herself from his cozy grip and heads towards the library. "You'd better write at least something unless you prefer scrubbing cauldron instead of…let's say…sneaking into Hogsmeade."

George catches up with her a couple of seconds later. He slightly leans down just for a moment to catch her hand in his and intertwine their fingers.

"Y/N…." he tries this 'puppy gaze trick' again.

"Fine." She sighs in defeat "I will help you with a plan and theses, but you will write it yourself."

George breaks into a smile once again and brings her hand to his lips, leaving kisses on her knuckles. Well, the thesis for Someone's Third Law is at least something. Plus, he’s sure that he’s sure Y/N will write his essay as soon as she finishes hers. And, to be honest, Fred's too.

After some time, when they are a meter from the huge wooden door, George suddenly wonders.

"Galleons or Sickles?"

"What?"

"Galleons or Sickles?" He repeats, opening the door in front of Y/N

"Wait, you're wondering how much they bet on us, aren't you?"

George overtakes the girl, ending up in front of her, and leans down so that their eyes are at the same level. He shoves his hands into pockets and wrinkles his nose therefore mocking Y/N's previous actions.

"I'll bet a Galleon that Lee owes Fred a Galleon"

masterpost

[nottswitch]

What do you think slytherin boys smell like?

ohhh, that’s an interesting question, and one i have thought about before.

so, first of all, theo. he smells like cologne that he picked out once years ago and doesn’t plan on changing it, something spicy. my hc is givenchy gentleman boisée. then, of course, we have cigarettes, can’t really get away from this one. but i don’t feel like it’s putrid because he changes his clothes pretty often, so it doesn’t cling that badly (the laundry detergent is citrusy, so it cancels out the smoke pretty well). and finally, coffee, because in my mind, he’s a coffee addict, one of those ‘don’t touch me before i’ve had my morning coffee’ types of people. so naturally, he smells like it. him and mattheo also reek of weed on weekends. they just do.

mattheo is the sweaty guy of the group. sorry, i don’t make the rules, he just is. he doesn’t necessarily stink, but there’s the underlying hint of sweat on him practically at all times (if you’re dating tho, you don’t mind ‘cause that’s ur boy <3). smoke clings to him more than to theo bc he doesn’t really care about not smelling like it, he just goes with it. he has cologne, too, and also doesn’t care about changing it. probably has the same one as one of the other guys, having grabbed it during one of the shopping trips together, so it really depends on who he shops with.

i wholeheartedly agree with most about draco smelling like mint. the guy cares a lot about his breath, and just how he smells in general (which has been ingrained in him since childhood; narcissa’s boy won’t go around smelling like shit). expensive af cologne, the classic woody notes + something fresh. jo malone london wood sage & sea salt is my personal hc. in general, his scent isn’t that strong, so you wouldn’t know it’s him approaching you before you see him (which makes it that much more special when you’re dating, and you can finally smell him vividly while burying your face into his neck).

lorenzo is the dior sauvage kind of guy, which is really fucking annoying in the quidditch locker room, especially to draco. everywhere he goes, he leaves a trail of himself in the form of dior sauvage. also, lorenzo loves lollipops. the stick hangs out of his mouth all the time, which is why his scent is complemented by whatever the lollipop of the day is (his favs are watermelon or coke). has a hint of apple pie on him in the autumn, because he just loves it and has it whenever it’s served or whenever he’s at hogsmeade.

as for blaise, i feel like he’s the one who has at least three different colognes and changes them out depending on his mood. it’s mostly warm scents, though, the ones that leave a whiff around him, so when he’s standing or sitting next to you, you just want to lean closer and breathe it in. there’s a minty hint to him as well, like with draco. sometimes on the weekends smells like weed too, having been hanging out with theo and mattheo, but actually tries masking it.

[emmawithtwoms]

The Quidditch locker room

@wolfstarmicrofic day 7

The Gryffindor quidditch training had finished, and the whole team was taking their well deserved showers while playing, joking and having some classic locker room talk. 

It was (unsurprisingly, if you ask Sirius) James who started on the Significant Others topic, much with his teammates dismay: “I am just saying,” kept on James with his superior tone, while flapping his hands around (like a maniac, if you ask Sirius) “That Lily Evans is NOT ONLY the brightest witch of all of Hogwarts, but also the prettiest, funniest and overall just the best!” 

Everyone in the locker room rolled their eyes, used to their capitan’s antics.

“Sure Cap, whatever you say…” said an exasperated Fabian while ruffling a towel over his hair.

“You are all just jealous because your partners are not as amazing as mine!”

“If that's any consolation James, I totally agree.”

“Thank you, McKinnon” the captain was relieved to finally find someone to agree with him

“In fact, I would gladly snog your girlfriend, if the occasion ever rises, seeing how beautiful she is.” 

“Hey!! Snog your own girlfriend, you thief!”

“I will, gladly, as soon as I get out of here, bye bye Cap!”

“Oi, MCKINNON, IT’S YOUR TURN TO CLEAN THE SHOWERS and she’s off…”

Sirius couldn’t contain his laughter anymore: “Honestly Prongs, you’re so smitten with Evans, you’re embarrassing.”

“Oh, you’re one to talk, padfoot? Seriously?" 

“Well, I’m always...”

 “Don’t!!” everyone shouted in unison, making Sirius roll his eyes. 

“What I was about to say, before being so rudely interrupted, is that I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

Sirius turned his back and kept fixing his hair

“Ooooh really, so you wouldn’t know anything about moongazing at night, talking to the Moon, and waxing poetic about a certain Moony, who is so amazing, sweet, kind and…”

“STOP IT, YOU TRAITOR!!” Sirius shouted, jumping on James and tackling him into the ground. 

“Ooohhhh who knew it, our Sirius Black has a soft spot for his boyfriend” Laughed Gideon with his brother, while the rest of the team snickered. 

“Oh fuck off guys” said Sirius, still on top of James 

“I’m not soft, I’m considerate, thank you very much.” 

“Yeah, considerate, is that what you call when you quite literally melt at the sight of Moony drinking tea in the common room? Or Bribing the elves so that he could have fresh sheets in his bed EVERY DAY, or making sure that his chocolate drawing is always full, or…”

“OKAY, OKAY I GET IT, SHUT UP YOU FOUL BACKSTABBER” Still on top of him, Padfoot kept wrestling with James, surrounded by his teammates laughter. 

“Who’s a foul backstabber?” Suddenly Remus appeared at the Locker room’s door, looking quite taken aback by the scene unraveling in front of him. 

“Prongs is! Moony, let’s go, they don’t deserve my company, unlike you.” 

Sirius, at the sight of his boyfriend, jumped off his capitan and rushed to gather the rest of his things, taking his partner’s hand while strolling away. 

“Moony, your hand is too cold! Here, let me warm them up for you” Sirius’ voice slowly faded in the background. 

“See? Soft.” 

“James, get up from the floor.”

[lorenz0servant]

late-night quidditch.

(only fluff!! This is also my first piece and I probably should never touch the post button again but I was just bored😭 kinda short)

theodore nott, the classic jock slytherin boy… and yet he was your, little miss hufflepuffs boyfriend..

Currently, you were studying in the bleachers as the Slytherin boys practiced at sunset, you had your headphones on listening to Radiohead like usual, it was getting a bit late and the prefects were going to be on patrol soon.

After about an hour and a half of this sunset practice, the practice had ended, you were packing up your quills and wand, you threw your bag over your shoulder and started to walk down the bleachers and onto the field, patiently waiting for you Slytherin boy to come out any minute...

You hear the slytherin boys messing around in the locker room and it makes you giggle slightly, in the blink of an eye you hear your boy come out, his icy blue eyes perking up when he sees you, he runs over to you and picks you up into his arms, you start to giggle as he peppers your face in kisses while squeezing you tightly, “theo baby calm down, it hasn’t even been that long” you say between giggles, he looks in your eyes with a huge grin on his lips “I know, I just missed my beautiful smart girl” he sets you down gently and takes ahold of your hand, he had to lean down just to grab it, “what about we go back to my dorm and we can cuddle and watch moviessss” he says with a smirk, you just look up at him with a soft smile, your glasses kind of sliding down on your nose “yeah im glad to do that” you say with a soft giggle as the sun slowly sets behind you guys...

[usa2025store01]

Cedar Rapids Kernels x Harry Potter Night Special Baseball Jersey

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So grab your wand, lace your cleats, and step up to the plate. Because this jersey doesn’t just represent fantasy or fandom—it represents you.

[honeydukesheroine]

New Chapter

Total Knockout (Ginny POV)

👀 ⏰ 🐍 🤕 🧩

In which Ginny reacts to Harry's bludger to the head in the Half Blood Prince.

Thanks @fizzyginfizz for beta'ing this part of the chapter:

As painful as it was to admit to herself, McLaggen was a skilled Keeper. The rest of the team knew it too, but none dared to speak it aloud out of loyalty to Ron. Well, none except McLaggen himself.

Pointedly. Loudly. Frequently.

So Ginny was grateful to put the final practice behind them after a week of enduring McLaggen’s verbal abuses. She entered the locker room through the door Dean held open to see her team huddled around, whispering intensely.

“What’s going on?” she said.

They split apart, revealing McLaggen’s broom with several splinters of branches circling around it.

“What happened?!”

The three eyed each other, daring the others to speak up.

“Can’t we just ‘Reparo’ it?” asked Dean.

“It doesn’t work on broomsticks, remember?” she said. At that moment, they heard the tap of McLaggen’s shower turn off.

“Demelza, Jimmy - you distract him,” said Ginny, rushing to assess the damage.

Demelza sounded appalled, “What, in the shower?”

“Dean, get a trimming kit,” Ginny instructed, picking up the broom hiding it behind the second set of old lockers.

She came back around the corner to find Ritchie, who had been attempting to gather splinters, had sliced his hand and was now staring wide eyed at the gathering blood.

“Ritch, don’t look at -” but she was too late. He fainted.

Ginny knelt down on the floor to put pressure on Ritchie’s bleeding hand. She swept the edge of her Quidditch robes over the remaining splinters just as Dean rushed past with the trimming kit.

McLaggen reentered the locker room with Jimmy and Demezla on his heels, to see Ritchie’s limp form sprawled across the floor.

“What’s going -”

Jimmy panicked, grabbed two Beater’s bats and yelled, “CORMAC - Look! “ and began juggling. Demelza followed suit, and began clapping along with a large showman's smile on her face.

Harry entered the locker room last, stopping short as his eyes skipped over the scene: Jimmy still juggling, McLaggen with a Weird Sisters towel wrapped around his waist, and Ritchie knocked out cold on the floor.

Ginny fought hard to bite back laughter at his reaction and the ridiculousness of it all.

“What the -”

Then from around the wall of lockers, Dean appeared brandishing the repaired broomstick and exclaimed, “Woah, Cormac, what a gorgeous piece of equipment.”

McLaggen’s face quickly changed from shock to anger. “Do you know how expensive this is? It’s a Vintage Classic AeroFlyer Elite! Only 217 of them were released! Ever!”

“Shocker. 0 to 60 in oh…five minutes,” Ginny mumbled under her breath.

Harry grinned down at her. “Who wouldn’t want one?” he said, kneeling down next to Ritchie as he took several hazy blinks back to consciousness.

From the beginning: AO3

From latest chapter:

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

Harry Potter + Female + Oliver Wood?

okay i had an oc for this kid a loooonnnnngggg time ago, like back when i first saw the movies at 13.....what a time lol

Name: Goldie Horner

Face Claim: Whitney Peak

Gender: Female

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Goldie is a Chaser for the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team. She is exceptionally quiet and soft-spoken most of the time, very intelligent and quick-witted when she wants to be, except when it comes to Quidditch. Quidditch is her passion. On the pitch, she is yelling about fouls and rules and chasing after the refs for a recall, but she's also cheering on her team with such ferocity. But as soon as she gets back into the locker room (and after she gives one of her classic speeches) she's back to being that quiet Ravenclaw girl who isn't very good at meeting new people.

If you are interested in taking this OC, please comment/message me!

[monellabella]

Here’s pt.1 1/2 (sort of) of “Fight or Flight”!! You can read pt.1 here . Enjoy!

Fight or Flight

Fred Weasley x Fem!reader

Warnings: cursing, food mention, injury/ injury mentions

Taglist (Just send me an ask to be added or removed) : @krasivayadarling @amourtentiaa @plant-flwrs @pineapplesandpinas @wonderfilworld @fictionalwhores

Something's gotten into you You don't really look at me the way you used to And I'm hoping it ain't true Every single rumor that I've heard of you say

You were off with someone that I don't know Calling other people on your telephone Kinda wish I didn't know

Since first year, Fred was always pulling pranks on y/n, but she refused to retaliate because then she felt like she’d just be a hypocrite, as she was always complaining about how stupid and immature Fred and George’s pranks were.

But by fourth year, after Fred had pulled a prank on y/n that ended with her being thrown into the black lake in the middle of JANUARY, she couldn’t take it anymore, and it was Game. On. 

Y/n started out with the classic colored shampoo prank- Fred’s hair was turned a ghastly shade of yellow for over a week. 

Fred got her back by transfiguring every one of her quills and pens into worms. 

The pranks kept getting more and more outrageous as they kept trying to outdo each other.

While George and y/n’s friends initially helped them out and kept them in check, it got to the point where there was nothing ANYONE could say or do that would stop them- including the teachers.

They couldn’t care less about the myriad of detentions they’d each get whenever they were caught- in fact, they actually started COMPETING to see who could get the most by the end of the week.

This turned into them seeing who could get into the most trouble without getting expelled.

By April, this had led to a prank war between them that got SO bad, Dumbledore himself had to intervene and make them put a stop to it when one of the pranks resulted in a number of student getting injured- I’m talking broken noses, twisted ankles, chipped teeth, a black eye or two, and one poor kid even broke his wrist.

Needless to say, they both felt terrible.

They were brought to Dumbledore’s office and threatened with expulsion if they didn’t sort this out.

So right then and there, they agreed to a truce- promising to stay as far away from each other as possible, lest one of their arguments leads to other people getting injured.

They each received a month’s detention and were made to personally apologize to every person they’d landed in the hospital wing- not that either of them minded.

As promised, they also started ignoring each other entirely.

It was hard at first- y/n still thought he was a complete asshole and she wanted to remind him every chance she got- but she knew she was on incredibly thin ice with Dumbledore and was already threatened with expulsion, so she held her tongue.

For Fred, it was equally difficult. When him and George purposely made their potion explode, causing the entire dungeon to be filled with a thick, violet smoke and subsequently evacuated, he was so used to y/n chewing him he’d already thought of a response that was sure to get her riled up.

But then he was reminded of their truce.

While waiting for Snape to come and take away god-knows how many points from Gryffindor and give him and George detention, he saw her standing by the wall, arms crossed, not even bothering to look his way. She was chatting with Alicia as they waited with the rest of the crowd to be let back into the classroom to collect their things. 

They would always complain about each other. Y/n was always more than happy to remind Fred that he was brainless fuck after every stupid comment or irritating remark. 

Fred could write a ten-page essay on how much of a nagging cunt y/n could be sometimes. 

There was no question- they hated each other. They didn’t “miss” talking to each other. And the fact that they hadn’t spoken in nearly two weeks was NOT the reason they’d both been acting strange:

“Hey, y/n,” said Alicia. Y/n’s head jerked up, “Hm?” “Are you alright?” Alicia asked, “You’ve been picking at your food for the past 20 minutes, you’ve hardly eaten anything.”

“Oh, um,” y/n sat up and cleared her throat, “sorry. I just sort of spaced-out I guess.” she looked back down at her plate and carelessly pushed the food around. Angelina and Alicia shared a look.

“Y/n…” Angelina began, “Are you sure-”

“Ange, I’m fine, okay?” y/n interrupted, “I’m just tired.” Angelina and Alicia looked at each other again. Y/n noticed it and felt a surge of anger start to bubble up in her chest.

Y/n’s jaw clenched, and she forcefully dropped her fork down over her plate. The resulting clatter grabbed the attention of a few students nearby. She pushed herself away from the table and stood up.“I’m going to bed.” She announced.

As she started walking quickly out of the Great Hall, Angelina and Alicia started getting out of their seats, “Y/n, wait!” Angelina called out after her.

But y/n just sped up, “Good-night!” she called out, lifting her arm up and giving a sarcastic little wave before dropping it down and exiting the Great Hall in a huff. 

Fred was no better- he seemed angrier and more easily frustrated these days, and the dark circles starting to form under his eyes were a clear indicator of his recent lack of proper sleep. He was more quiet nowadays, which was extremely odd indeed. He’d constantly space out, and sometimes he’d catch himself staring at y/n in class, both of them quickly dropping their gaze any time their eyes met. Most noticeably though, was that all this had started to affect his Quidditch abilities.

“Oi, Fred, s’everything alright, mate?” George asked after practice one day.

“Yeah, everything’s fine, why?” he replied flatly.

“I dunno, mate, you just seem really distracted. You hardly ever miss a bludger but lately…” George trailed off. Fred sighed exasperatedly, “Look, I just have a lot on my mind lately, okay? For fucks’ sake there’s still some sort of bloody monster loose in the castle! a-and all this bollocks about me nearly getting expelled, I just-” he sighed in defeat.

“Well, d’you want to talk about it? Might help.” George suggested.

“It’s fine, mate. I just need some time alone.” Fred answered, lugging his broom over his shoulder and walking past the locker room as he made a bee-line for the castle. 

Fred and y/n were enemies- it was a known fact. So then why was this sudden separation taking such a toll on them? The fact that they had an excuse not to interact anymore was a good thing…right? 

About a month or so after the incident had passed, and y/n FINALLY had her free time back after serving all her detentions, y/n often found herself on the Quidditch pitch. She was hoping to join the team the coming year, and she wanted to get in as much practice as she could.

Late one afternoon after practicing with Angelina and Alicia, y/n decided to stay on the pitch after they left. She said she wanted to work on some new strategies, but really she just wanted some time alone.

While she was hanging on her broom by her knees, hovering a few feet above the ground, a voice called out “Nice trick.” She was so startled that she slipped off and landed headfirst in the sand.

“Oh shit,” the voice said as they rushed over to her, “Oh my god, I-I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to startle you like that. Are you okay?”

She was ready to start screaming at whoever it was that made her nearly break her neck, but when she came face to face with Cedric Diggory, a look of genuine concern in his eyes, her rage seemed to subside a bit. A bit.

“Um,” she said, sitting up slowly, “Yeah. Yeah, no, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? Do you need to go to the hospital wing?”

“No, no it’s okay.” Y/n replied. She turned her neck slightly and winced. “Um, actually, could you bring me an ice pack? There should be some in the locker room.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, of course. Er, I’ll be right back.” and with that, Cedric practically sprinted across the field. Y/n smirked, and couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at his fervor- but it was short lived as she felt another pain at the back of her head.

“Ow,” she mumbled. She gingerly placing her hand at the sight, where a small bump was beginning to form.

Luckily, Cedric had just come back with several ice packs.

“Thanks.” She said shyly. “You sure you’re okay?” He asked. “Yeah I’m fine, just a bit of a bruise probably.” Y/n replied, holding the ice pack to the back of her head. “Well, I’ll stay with you just in case.” He said.

“I appreciate it.” Y/n said chuckling slightly. Cedric slowly lowered himself onto the ground and sat next to her.

“So, um, just curious,” Cedric began, “where’d you learn to do that little trick on the broom?” Y/n laughed, and she began to explain where she’d learnt her unusual talent. 

Long story short, they ended up talking until it was pitch black out and they were both shivering from the cold night air. Cedric walked her back to her dorm, using the excuse that he just wanted to make sure she didn’t have a concussion, though they both knew she was perfectly fine. 

They walked as slowly as humanly possible across the grounds. When they got to y/n’s dorm, their conversation ended, and they both stood there awkwardly as each of them tried to come up with something to say.

Y/n was still holding the ice pack, which had long since melted, and was now slowly dripping onto the floor.

“I should probably get back to my dorm.” Cedric said, rubbing his hand across the back of his neck while attempting to avoid y/n’s gaze.

“Oh, yeah, yeah, of course,” she stammered, “yeah, no, don’t let me keep you.” 

Cedric chuckled. He suddenly seemed to remember something and he looked back up at y/n. “Oh! Um, mind if I take a look at your head one more time?” He asked. “Just to be sure there’s nothing there.” He added quickly.

“Oh! uhh...yeah!” she said slowly, “Yeah, sure.” Y/n turned around so her back was facing him.

She then felt him gently pushing her hair to either side, his fingertips brushing over the back of her neck. She felt a shiver run down her spine, and she knew that goosebumps had risen up where his hand had been, though she prayed he didn’t notice.

“Where was it again?” He asked. “Oh, um,” y/n brought her hand up to where the injury had been, “ ‘round here somewhere, I think.”

Cedric placed his hand diagonally over hers, their fingertips at the same spot. “Here?” He asked softly. y/n felt heat rushing to her cheeks.

“uM,” her voice had gone up about five octaves. She coughed and corrected herself, “um, yeah. About there.”

Cedric chuckled lightly, and she felt his breath fan over the back of her neck. She quickly brought her hand back to her side as Cedric inspected the injury. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke up.

“Well,” he paused, “I don’t see a bump or anything- maybe a bit red where you fell, but other than that, I’d say it’s fine.” Cedric took his hand away, then carefully reached over and pulled y/n’s hair back into place.

Y/n gave a sharp inhale and cleared her throat, “Well, um, thanks.” She said. Y/n turned around and looked up at him, “for, um,” she gestured towards the back of her head, “y’know, making sure I was okay and all.”

Cedric cleared his throat and blinked a few times,“Um- yeah! yeah, of course. No problem.” He said, a blush creeping up over his cheeks. 

Y/n looked down and smiled to herself. “I’ll see you around then, yeah?” She asked.

“Yeah, definitely.” He replied.

“Okay, yeah, cool.” Y/n said, her brow slightly furrowed. “G’night, then.” She added. Her face relaxed as she glanced back up at him, trying to subdue her grin. “Goodnight.” Cedric replied. He nodded to himself then flashed her a soft smile as he turned on his heel and walked away with his hands in his pockets. Y/n bit her lip and grinned as she watched him walk away. 

She felt her heart beating a little faster than normal, but she didn’t mind one bit. Feeling like her head was stuffed with candy floss, she turned to the portrait of the fat lady and gave her the password; still grinning softly as she walked through the portrait hole and into the empty common room.

[asktheheirofslytherin]

YOUR MAJESTY IT'S CAKE ANON AGAIN

I WROTE MY CRUSH(?? STILL UNSURE IF THAT'S THE RIGHT WORD) SOMEWHAT OF A LOVE(?) POEM NOTE THINGY BUT I'VE POSTED IT HERE ON TUMBLR AND I THINK HE MIGHT BE AVLE TO RECOGNISE MY HANDWRITING BUT IF I WRITE IN ANOTHER HANDWRITING DP YOU THINK I SHOULD PUT IT IN HIS LOCKER??

Ah, the classic note in the locker mechanism. I am going to be honest - I have never been a fan of this tactic. It seems elaborate, cryptic, and when properly thought out, rather...confusing. Not to say that it is a bad idea - I am certain about 75% of the Hogwarts population has had this idea at some point or another. And it is alluring - but would it lead to anything? If you are going as far as to disguise your handwriting, it is not as though you are asking them out on a date. And if they find it and are enamored, that is all very well and good, but how would you find out? How would they be able to respond? And worst case scenario - what if they are embarrassed, or find it slightly...off-putting?

Then again, Lucius slipped notes in Narcissa's quidditch locker quite often. Put would it only work, then, if your crush has the personality of Narcissa Malfoy?

Tread with caution,

Lord Voldemort

[intoanothermind]

After Quidditch - James Potter

Word Count: 2.575 words

- James Potter x reader

Synopsis: I was almost too late and almost lost the best thing that happened to me in my life because I was too stubobrn

Masterlist

I hurry down the hallways toward the Gryffindor common room, trying hard to get in fast enough to take a shower, put on a comfortable outfit, and go to the Quidditch game. It would be a classic: Gryffindor against Slytherin. And I, as a good Gryffindor that I am, will forget my time studying, to go cheer for my house team. I would probably see James - woe to him if not - take the golden snitch, guaranteeing victory and, once again, dedicating it to me.

I find that quite annoying, yes, but it makes me feel good. Every pick up line, every smile, every nickname, every adverb of possession, every request to go on a date with me, I felt good, I felt honoured, my heart tight and a butterfly festival in my stomach. And I tried, at all costs, to suppress it for myself, but it seemed impossible. After all, I can't like Potter. As much as it has changed over the years, it's still the same womaniser that uses the girls and then dismisses them. And I don't wanna be just one more on his list.

And that was when my day - well, my life - changed completely.

For I see him coming towards me, with a pained and tired look and without the usual mischievous glint in his eyes. I feel the urge to stop and comfort him, but for some reason I don't. Until he stops me.

“S/N” He calls me and I stop, feeling something recoil in my chest. He had never called me before by my last name.

“What is it, Potter?” I ask, feeling my tone coming out rougher than I intend to.

“I just want to give you this.” He says, handing me a piece of parchment. And then he's gone.

No pick up line. No smile. No nickname. No adverb of possession. No asking me on a date. There was something wrong with all this, for he hadn’t pursued me, and then I hadn’t shouted at him. I look intrigued at the letter addressed to me. I didn't know what to think, no one had ever sent me a letter. Since I don't know if I should read that in the middle of the corridor, with great chances of someone taking the letter, running out and reading too, then I simply look around, finding no sign of James, and finally going to Gryffindor Tower.

I walk past everyone, just looking at the letter in my hands, and go up to my dorm. I enter furiously there, wanting to read the letter as soon as possible, but there is always something that prevents it.

“What is that face? What's the matter this time?” Lily asks from his bed, lowering the book he was reading on his lap.

“Dear Lily,” Marlene begins, leaving the bathroom with a towel in her hands. ”You know very well that our friend's problem here has a name, a surname, a beautiful face and is Gryffindor’s seeker.”

I am tempted to talk back, but the letter felt heavy in my hand, and I increasingly need to read it as urgently as possible. Ignoring her completely, I throw my backpack anywhere near my dresser and sit on my bed.

“But that doesn't seem to be the problem at the time.” Says Lene, seeing how I sit and sitting next to me.

“What is it, Y/N, why that face?” Lily asks, sitting on my other side. Seeing that I stare at the letter in my hands, with my name written in crooked and clearly masculine handwriting, asks again. ”What is this?”

“A letter from James.” I answer

“Now he's James, huh?” Jokes Marlene.

“Not now, Lene,” I scold. ”He never sent me a letter before.”

Seeing that this never really happened, she says apologetically, “So this is serious.”

“Open it.” Insists Lily and so I do.

I find something I really didn't expect.

  S/N,

Surely you must be finding it a bit odd that I don't start with the nicknames I usually use. But I think for the purpose of this letter there is no need for it. At first I hadn’t even considered the idea of actually handing you this letter, it was more like an outburst I needed since the third year. I wrote and rewrote that same letter at least six times last night and after much parchment and cursing by the marauders for letting the light on finally came out the one you're reading - and probably the girls are reading with you.

But that is beside the point. I'm sorry to be asking you to read this, but I really needed to say what I want. DON'T STOP READING! I'm sorry for all those years I've been insisting on a chance to go on a date with the most incredible witch Hogwarts has ever seen. I'm sorry for all those years I hit every boy that goes out with you. I'm sorry for all those years when I always pestered you, just asking for a chance. I'm sorry for all those years when I know you had to put up with your friends trying to convince you to go out with me. LILY AND MARLENE, THANK YOU, BUT IT SEEMS THAT IT DIDN'T WORK WELL.

Do you know why I apologize for all this and so much that I can't remember at three in the morning, S/N? Because I got tired and I'm giving up.

I got tired of feeling dizzy and my heart pounding every time I see you. Each time I get close enough to smell this cherry scent intoxicating my senses. I got tired of staring at your mouth every time you bite your lower lip when you're nervous. Or when you blush - and I know that right now your cheeks are extremely red as you read all this - and you start shuffling the hem of your shirt when you're embarrassed. I got tired of feeling enchanted by looking into those beautiful e/c eyes. I got tired of smiling like a fool every time we have a conversation where you don't yell at me, swear at me or hit me. I got tired of staring at the ceiling at night, just thinking about you and wondering if I could ever call you mine. I'm tired of having the green monster of jealousy fidgeting inside me every time you go out with someone. I'm tired of feeling my heart clench with so much force every time you deny me - I may not let it show, but it hurts me a lot. Especially tired of crying at night when I know the guys are sleeping, knowing that you probably hate me with all your might and will never give me a chance.

I can try to say it was a waste of time and all, but I'd be lying not only to you - and Lils and Lene - but to myself. It was the best years of my life. You changed me. I don't go out with five girls a week anymore, I stopped hexing the Slytherins and first years. But I will leave you alone and try to forget that one day I fell in love with you. Yes, S/N, I love you. And that was the most absolute truth I have ever admitted to myself or anyone else - and I still don't understand how you don't believe me when I scream it in the open. Just know that I never said these three words to any other girl. If there's one thing my father really taught me is that I should just say that the only girl to whom my heart belongs. And it if there’s something I’m sure in my life is that I love you.

And that is why I will leave you alone. If I love her, I have to set her free, I can't make you go out with me or like me. So that's it: I give up; and I will do my best to get that feelings out of me, even if it won't be easy at all.

No goodbyes,

Potter

  “Y/N, are you ok?” Marlene asks as we finish reading the letter together and I drop the parchment at my feet.

“He loves me.” I say, feeling a big knot form in my throat.

“Are you okay?” Lily repeats Lene's question, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

“I don’t know.” I say with a raspy voice.

“Do you want to cry?” Marlene asks.

“I don’t know.” I say even more tearfully, feeling the tears cloud my vision.

“You will cry.” States Lily.

“I know.” I confirm, lying my head on her shoulder and feeling thick tears streaming down my face.

“What will you do now?”

And this is when I decide and this is when I have the discussion with myself. I lifted my head from Lily's shoulder and dried my tears. “I’m gonna do what I should have done a long time ago.”

“What would it be...?” Lily asks curiously.

“I think it's time to say yes to James, even if he doesn't accept it.”

~ * ~

The Quidditch game is almost over and I still try to decide if it's the right thing to do. The game was almost over and I was trying to gather the courage to do that. James glanced back and forth for the golden snitch, but the times he glanced at the Gryffindor bleachers, I knew he was confused that I wasn't there. He knew that I would never lose a Gryffindor game, especially against the worms - an affectionate nickname given to me, which quickly spread among the lions. I would never lose a game, and he knew that probably - certainly - his letter had a lot more impact on me than he thought.

But I wasn’t losing the game. I had a privileged view, where I hid near the tents leading to the locker room, where no one could see me. Actually, I didn't know it with the red eyes I could appear in front of everyone, especially him, but that doesn't make a difference after all. Surely I couldn't look at him during the three hours of the game when he finally catches the snitch, getting a 300 to 210 victory. This time he doesn't dedicate it to anyone.

Everyone shouts and cheers and James quickly gets off the broom, clearly downcast, even though his team mates insist on carrying him on their shoulders. He denies it and comes slowly and with his head down toward the locker room. It's my only chance, and I step out of my hiding place, feeling all Hogwarts stare at me as I make my way over to the dark haired boy. He looks at me confused and I smile at him.

“What...?” He tries to speak, but I quickly interrupt him with a kiss. He looks confused at first, but then gladly kisses me back, wrapping me around my waist and deepening the kiss.

I never thought I'd feel anything this good. Sure, I've gone out with other guys, but I deeply regret never having tasted those lips before that had always been a temptation to me. I push my fingers into his hair, realizing that as shaggy as they are, they are extremely soft and silky. He pulls me around the waist closer to him, making my knees go weak and getting yelling, clapping and whistling from everyone - I say EVERYONE - around us. But we didn't care, because that's what we really wanted for years and if I waited a second longer I would lose it forever. Unfortunately, there is a gas we need to breathe called oxygen and I curse it right now for forcing us to move away.

“Let's get out of here.” I say, smiling, and give him a peck before finally opening my eyes and finding two greenish-brown orbs looking at me with a unique glow that I'd missed when he handed me the letter.

“Only if it's now.” He says, riding his broom again and helping me to ride it. I feel my body turning slightly and I hold tightly to his waist, feeling an electric shock pass from his body to mine. “Hold on, love.”

Hearing the word love come out of his mouth, I feel immense relief filling my being; and I know I may be forgiven. He takes off and we fly off the field, still listening to the noise behind us. When I find ourselves far from the noise, we're already landing near Black Lake and James helps me down.

“Can you tell me what that was?” He asks, clearly trying to hide the smile.

“I read your letter.” He arches an eyebrow, urging me to continue. “And since I don't know how to express myself in such a new feeling to me, I want to give it to you.”

And then I handed him a torn piece of parchment, with a simple sentence: PS I S2 YOU .

He reads and opens my favourite smile, the one I know is mine alone. “After years... After I gave up ...” He says, but I interrupt.

“I know and I'm sorry.You can't just enjoy it, can you?”

“No.” He says so confidently that it feels like a stab in the chest and when I threaten to turn back to the castle, he pulls me by the wrist, touches my cheek with his fingers and kisses me passionately, causing me the same numbing sensations. When air is needed - damn it! - we parted and smiled. “No, that's just not what I want. Y/N, do you want to go on a date with me?”

I look at him incredulously, but I know the answer I must give, even if it's not just a yes. It's at least the one he deserves. “Like I've never wanted anything before.”

“Too bad I still don't have a ring to put on your finger and show the world you're mine. But your statement took me by surprise, so I'll have to postpone the moment.” He says and I laugh as he kisses my lips once more and, holding me by the waist, spins me in the air.

Previously, I'd think he said it as a trophy to me, but after reading the letter that I kept in the back of my trunk forever to be rereading - it's the one that changed our lives - I know I’m much more valuable to him than that. For what we have is a true and deep feeling that has completely changed us.

“I love you, James Potter.” I say finally and feel his lips forming a smile over mine.

“I love you, Y/N L/N.”

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10 HP Femslash recs!

Celebrating Pride Month with a femslash rec list!

AO3 collection for the list

Rec Selection Criteria

Main pairing is femslash according to the Category from the Author. But a lot of these fics have gender identity and queer themes.

No A/B/O, noncon. We have one dubcon fic.

Short reads < 30000 words

No repeat authors or pairings

No repeats from older lists.

Tried to pick for variety.

Variety was harder to pick in f/f fics. Maybe it’s just my reading. I found a meta about it which was pretty interesting. 8 Hypotheses for why f/f stories are more conservative than other types of fanfic

There’s just a smaller group of fics to pick from. We have around 10 M/M only completed fics for 1 F/F only completed fic in HP slash on AO3 when I checked on June 1, 2021.

Rec lists are subjective based on my reading.

Independent Love Song

by writcraft (2018)

Genre - Romance, Relationship, Happy ending, Genderfluid character, Queer Themes, Matchmaking

Pairing - Ginny/Millicent

Length - 6200 words

Blurb - Hermione sets up Ginny with Millicent. It’s attraction at first sight. Millie is a tailor. Ginny goes to get her dress made for Hermione’s and Ron’s wedding. Ginny figures out her attraction to Millie and accepts she is gay. The smut is sweet and good. They are so accepting of each other about what they want in sex. It’s a soft fic and the happy ending is real!

She’s finally seeing the world in all the right colours, and they’re bigger, bolder, brighter and more beautiful than she ever expected.

Rec note - writcraft has more femslash. Definitely check out their AO3 page if you like their writing style! In a previous rare pair long read rec list, I recommended their WLW Big Bang femslash fic Play Me Like A Love Song. Check out more femslash fics on The Unusual Careers Fest AO3 collection this fic got written for.

Growing Teeth

by earlybloomingparentheses (2019)

Genre - Gender Identity, Gender queer, Genderbending Metamorphagus

Pairing - Fleur/Tonks

Length - 2600 words

Blurb - Fleur shaves her head after the war. Bill and she had a breakup. Tonks uses her Metamorphagus powers to change her body to fit her better. They get each other. Like other fics from earlybloomingparentheses, this one covers a lot of story without a lot of words. I really like Fleur’s characterization here! Tonks and Remus have a good friendship. It’s a nice fic where Remus and Tonks are alive after the war. Tonks and Fleur get it on. The smut scene can be YMMV. I think it fits the characterizations in the context of the fic. A short fic. But it definitely packs a punch!

Rec note - Check out more Fleur/Tonks fics on Flonks Fest AO3 collection. I recced another fic from earlybloomingparantheses, Crooked Neighbors which was my pick for 2020 on the 21 years rec list!

Unladylike

by Delphi (2004)

Genre - First time, Loss of virginity, Bathroom sex

Pairing - Minerva/Rolanda

Length - 3000 words

Minerva sees Rolanda in the bathroom after Quidditch practice. Minnie has a good eye!

There’s a certain boyishness about her, strangely elusive—small things that Minerva wouldn’t find at all appealing on a real boy, but on Rolanda are strangely charming. Her walk is just one more thing that makes Minerva…consider.

Really sweet fic. I loved the classic Gryffindor/Slytherin Quidditch locker room sparks. Minerva plays Keeper for Gryffindors. Rolanda is playing as Slytherin Chaser. Minerva discovers exactly why she wasn’t feeling it when she was kissing boys! Hot and sweet with a happy ending. I really loved Minerva’s observations about Rolanda.

Rec note - Just fyi. Minerva is in 6th year. Rolanda is in 4th year. Everything is consensual and it’s just teenagers having sex. But adding a YMMV just in case.

The Dressing Room, A Play in Three Acts, with Chorus

by PurpleFluffyCat (2020)

Genre - Romance, Courtship, Matchmaking, Happy ending

Pairing - Minerva/Hermione

Length - 9900 words

Absolutely beautiful, fun and clever fic! Madam Malkin and her Magic Dressing Room Mirror are matchmakers. This fic is poignant, sharp and gentle in all the right places. I really loved how the development of Hermione and Minerva’s relationship is done right along the observations about their characters and the other customers who are visiting the shop. This is one of those fics which uses a lot of internal dialogue and makes it work beautifully. I really liked the snippets from Malkin about her customers and how she thinks about her job. The details about their world are so rich without getting in the way of the plot itself. Really good fic with a happy ending.

A dressing room is a tiny auditorium of the absurd – with just you, your reflection, your thoughts – and whatever disruption you’ve chosen to throw into the mix, courtesy of me. It’s theatre at its barest; most joyous; most poignant. The unguarded moments that let ideas take flight, new realities dawn and the truth break free.

Rec note - I really loved Horace/Filius the background pairing here. The writing style just makes them shine! Whimsical and soft. These days I don’t really need to advertise; Horace and Filius do it for me.

From the Tents of Kedar

by rinsbane (2006)

Genre - Friends with Benefits, Kink, Happy ending

Pairing - Pansy/Millicent

Length - 10300 words

Blurb - This is just a beautiful and complicated fic. It’s definitely not an easy fic to read. Pansy’s sexuality and her emotional needs are complex. She doesn’t really admit it to herself. But it shows in the people she gets attracted to.

The one who drives Pansy wild, though, is Snape. She doesn’t understand this. Everything in her rebels at the thought of giving herself over to a man made strong by his centuries of dominion, but from the first moment she realizes Snape’s effect on her, she is powerless to stop it.

After the war, Snape is gone. Pansy starts sleeping with Fleur. It is violent and messy. Fleur takes. She takes and takes, and never gives back. Perhaps this is because she gives so much to her mauled husband – he was once beautiful, you know.

Then she ends up with Millicent who’s again a dressmaker. Wait! This is the third fic on the list with a dressmaker character. Second fic with Millie as a dressmaker. I got off track. Coming back to the fic!

There’s something relaxing about Millicent’s company, Pansy finds as the weeks go by, particularly if Fleur has been around. Maybe it’s the way she always has a glass of Snape’s water on hand for Pansy.

I really love how Pansy is finally getting what she wants without toxicity. Millie is strong and supportive and exactly the kind of person Pansy needs! I really loved Pansy’s characterization here. She’s so human. Her relationships with Narcissa, Snape, Fleur and Millie are complex and beautiful.

Rec note - Rinsbane’s writing is tight and layered. I absolutely love the writing style and how it brings out Pansy’s character here. It’s not easy reading. But it’s an amazing fic.

Imperius

by Snegurochka (2006)

Genre - Smut, Bittersweet ending, Dub-con

Pairing - Narcissa/Rosmerta

Length - 8700 words

Blurb - Narcissa goes with Draco to Madam Rosmerta’s to help Draco with his task during HBP. She thinks that she is having sex with Rosmerta because Rosmerta is using the Imperius Curse on her. But is that what’s going on? A beautiful fic around Narcissa’s repressed desires and hot, hot smut set in war time. Everything is tense and complicated. Narcissa’s life during HBP was pretty bad in canon with her worries. This fic gets that intensity and doubles it with her own characterization as somebody who’s got desires of her own.

She didn’t know her own body anymore; it had betrayed her. It was as traitorous as her husband, her sister, and her son, demanding things of her she was not prepared to give – things that had too high a price.

Rec note - A tense and gripping fic! I really love Snegurochka’s darker fics.

One and Two Are One

by pauraque (2019)

Genre - Time travel, self cest, happy ending

Pairing - Hermione/Hermione

Length - 2500 words

Blurb - A fun fic about Hermione discovering her own body and trying out how to pleasure herself. Come on! We were all thinking about how to get the best mileage out of a Time-Turner!

Once she is given the Time-Turner, Hermione is able to last about two weeks without thinking about a certain way that an irresponsible sort of person might use it, if one were so inclined.

Rec note - This fic is a gift to society. That’s all.

Ombra Mai Fu

by tetley (2011)

Genre - Slowburn, romance, pining, happy ending, queer themes

Pairing - Minerva/Elphinstone

Length - 17000 words

Blurb - Ombra mai fu, Being the Beginning of the Very True Story of Minerva McGonagall and Elphinstone Urquart is the full title!

Opera fic!

This is such a clever fic! Absolutely brilliant in how it tricks the reader about what the plot is going to be. I won’t say a lot to avoid spoilers.

Minerva is the secretary for Elphinstone who is working at the Ministry of Magic. She made the decision to be her own woman instead of marrying somebody like her family wanted. Elphinstone’s a good boss. Also a total mystery. Elphinstone’s background is really interesting when described from Minerva’s POV.

No, as things were, Elphinstone was happiest living the quiet life of a bachelor with a place in society. If that meant renouncing twosomeness, well, then so be it. Countless people had managed before, and so had Elphinstone.

The characterizations for both Elphinstone and Minerva are spot on in the context of the fic. I really loved Elphinstone’s characterization especially. Instead of the standard boss/secretary romance fic what we get is a beautiful Daddy Long Legs type fic where the boss sends Minerva to Salem to get a Transfiguration degree. This is Elphinstone’s fic. Minerva is a great supporting character. Their relationship is just poignant and beautiful. So much history and respect for each other.

“Deal,” Elphinstone said, and they toasted the beginning of what would be a long night of quietly-spoken words, many pauses, and soft laughs here or there. Because that was the thing about stories like theirs when they were told to an understanding soul – the telling somehow made you see the humour in them when the experiencing had made you see little but sadness.

I actually want to say a lot more about the fic. But the author does a great job with the suspense. I don’t want to mess it with spoilers.

Source - I got a rec for this amazing fic from /u/beta_reader!

Rec note - hands down the best Fixit for the Pottermore Minerva Mcgonagall backstory I have read. Beautiful writing start to end! I really really love how the fic is so gentle and soft. Seriously happy ending! I am so much in love with this fic. Reading this and Homily this week finally got me to build the rec list!!!

Homily

by eldritcher (2021)

Genre - Mourning, Smut, Gender Identity, Hopeful ending

c/w - Alzheimer’s, menopause.

Pairing - Hermione/Delphi

Length - 17000 words

Blurb - Widow Hermione comes to Hogwarts to be the new Caretaker. She’s working for the new Headmaster, Delphi. Hermione is hitting menopause in this fic. Her headspace is really not that great here. She is mourning her mother and Ron. The Headmaster and the Caretaker have their hands full with a sentient Hogwarts which is going senile.

Womanhood has its seasons. Death was the spirit of a crone that lived in an elder tree. The first woman was an elm, and Embla was her name. The Castle wants and ails, and seeks mastery while binding her masters to her. The women of Homer were not the women of Euripides. Menopause has left me changed. It is not an ending. It is merely a season’s turn.

This fic has internal, relationship and external conflicts. The internal conflict is Hermione’s struggle with menopause, her grief for her Mum’s suffering with Alzheimer’s and eventual death, her grief for Ron’s death and how she feels guilty about her mistake which she thinks is the reason Ron died. The relationship part is about how she isn’t really 100% in love with Delphi. She’s a great supportive lover when it comes to being there for Delphi especially when Delphi is discussing her gender identity with her family. It just isn’t a love story. The external problems are about how Hogwarts Castle is going senile.

This is not penance. This is togetherness. We, and the senile Castle we keep.

It just is the kind of crazy ambitious scope that I don’t see in F/F a lot in my reading! Trope inversions of M/M everywhere. You know Hermione being Harry’s supportive straight friend? It’s the other way around in this one. You know how M/M fics love that fuck or die plot? This fic does that where Hermione and Delphi have to sleep with each other the first time because it’s required to keep the Castle going. The supporting cast is pretty big and the relationships between Delphi and her family is really interesting. I liked Snape’s character in this fic a lot. It’s pretty experimental and doesn’t always go where the reader wants. But the sum of the parts is haunting and unique in a way I haven’t seen in other F/F fics I read.

Rec note - I picked this fic because of how it has a bunch of unique subjects I haven’t really read before in HP slash fics especially like menopause, Alzheimer’s and a senile castle. This is technically a sequel fic. But its pretty standalone. A serious fic which can get uncomfortable sometimes. It’s a muted kind of intense. Definitely sticky with a first-person POV, present tense and eldritcher’s typical layered writing.

Subversive

by kelly_chambliss (2014)

Genre - Cross-cultural, OFC, Original Female Goblin Character

Pairing - Griselda/OFC

Length - 8300 words

Source - I got a rec for this amazing fic from /u/beta_reader!

Blurb - Just because you are on /r/hpslash doesn’t mean you can’t have Goblins! Absolutely amazing world building take on Goblin-Wizard relations in just around 8000 words. This should be an impossible thing to do. But this fic does it really well! It takes a deep dive into some of the longstanding difficulties between Goblins and Wizard cooperation. Griselda and Vala are appointed liaisons by their respective groups.

We first met in the Year of the 84th Treaty, or in human terms, 1895. In that year, goblins and magical humans tried yet again (for the eighty-fourth time in the modern era, to be exact) to find a way to live together, if not in mutual understanding, then at least in mutual financial benefit.

Vala goes into my memorable OCs right next to Odile Lalique in When the Rose and the Fire Are One and Jonathan in Consanguinity. The other two are Snarry fics. Not femslash!

Vala is a Goblin. It shines in her characterization here. How she thinks about things and how she deals with people. The relationship Griselda and Vala build is based on trust and respect. It is a fic that covers a lot of ground without a lot of words.

Now, speech, as any thoughtful being knows, is a dangerous thing. Words are as powerful as money, a fact that too many goblins and humans alike ignore to their peril. With speech comes knowledge, persuasion, conversation, even understanding. Not to mention lies.

Rec note - I really loved what the fic had to say about gender roles in the two societies. As an outsider things that are just taken as normal in a society can look weird! There’s definitely a lot about the biology of the two species as well. But what really stands out is the cultural and social differences between their species. It’s got a Star Trek vibe to it from that angle! An amazing fic to end the list with! kelly_chambliss has a ton of great femslash and female character centric fics. Definitely check their AO3 page! They are one of the absolute best in my reading experience for female character centric fics!

other rec lists

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2019 pat/jon fics!

As per tradition, here are some of my favorite 1988 fics that came out or were updated during the year. Give these authors some love, and here’s to more fics and more wins for the Hawks this coming year <3

Canon Divergent

take the plan, spin it sideways by clayisforgirls - E | 45,979 | future fic, GM Patrick

I'm gonna love you til my lungs give out by arenadomatthews - E | 2919 | future kidfic

too shy to say but i hope you stay by brokenlikeastitch - T | 4576 | patrick has epilepsy but jonny takes care of him

Classical Mechanics by fourfreedoms - M | 1595 | Orbital Resonance outtake

Dense by leonardodafic - 2890 | 5+1 obliviousness

We ain’t kids no more by tazernkaner - 4377 | getting together, (lack of) jealousy (or so it seems)

One of Us is Lying, One of Us is Crying by Iamsherlocked67 - 3195 | getting together after forced breakup??

put on a show for me by toewsin (haroldslouis) - E | 4853 | pwp, locker room striptease

Great News by fourfreedoms - T | 3992 | alex & dylan POV, your obligatory rookie get-them-together shenanigans

Make It Pretty by windsthatwhisper - E | 2985 | feminization, crossdressing, embarassed Jonny!!!

Side to Side all Summer Long by whatislife - E | 2572 | sub and slutty Jonny omg, pwp

take this too far (so we can see if it is far enough) by robokittens - E | 6615 | patrick/dylan/jonny pwp

No, I Never Told Lies To You by fourfreedoms - E | 6112 | post-game, this made me tear up ngl

easy does it by robokittens - E | 2137 | PWP

Vitamin K by fourfreedoms - E | 9373 | first time blow jobs

Emerald Green by eams81 - G | 855 | st. patrick's day fluff

Date Night by Bittersweet - G | 250 | date night

Didn't Know That Was a Thing by AnythingThrice - T | 1,303 | ust, prostate toys ;A;

Casablanca (I want to be shameless like the sun) by Caivallon - E | 7668 | roleplaying

Hands On Me by windsthatwhisper - E | 3230 | nhl awards pwp

8-8-19 by CoffeeKristin - G | 895 | established relationship fluff

you won't ask and i won't say by littlelocaldreamer - E | 4329 | offseason fic, family stuff angst

So Much More Than Just Best Friends by AlinaLovesHockey - T | 1129 | confessions

his voice is a familiar sound by littlelocaldreamer - E | 2178 | morning sex, angst

Play It Straight by SimoneClouseau - E | 6223 | fuck buddies

drown for your love (and then repeat) by captaintoews lavenderharry) - E | 1310 | pwp

red eye by robokittens - G | 579 | fluff, established relationship

It Was a Very Good Year by booray (sterne) - G | 814 | autumnal feelings

to follow all the paths you choose by littlelocaldreamer - E | 20,788 | getting together

Let Her Cry by NoSaneMan - 1633 | alcoholism angst

safety first by toewsin (haroldslouis) - T | 1645 | 5+ 1, protectiveness

to desire is to be unquiet by captaintoews (lavenderharry) - G | 2792 | h/c, established relationship

we were reachin', reachin' for the rafters by capnseriouslycanadian - G | 1504 | nostalgia, angst and fluff

Wrong Cop, Right Man by AnythingThrice - T | 1749 | halloween party fic

the only one my body loves by littlelocaldreamer - E | 3416 | size difference

Shitshow by AnythingThrice (WIP)- E | 19,989 | relationship negotiation, pron with feelings

Just Getting Started by allthebros - T | 1814 | insomnia, h/c

Coffee Talk by Kkane88 - 1960 | post-break up getting back together

us two by ishybishy (WIP)- E | 13,310 | relationship vignettes, angst fluff and smut

sun come ease me in by oakshields - E | 15,601 | established relationship, dylan strome is a distraction

in this bed next to you by gasmsinc - E | 2192 | established relationship, post-game

something like h/c by toewsyourheart - M | 1516 | post-practice h/c

A Long Time Coming by the_darklordofall1 - T | 2938 | obliviously dating

reds by yummyda - T | 3392 | daddy kink

Shawty With You by allthebros - E | 6764 | mistletoe kisses

i'll be home (for christmas) by oakshields - E | 7780 | established relationship, christmas in winnipeg

you may ask yourself by littlelocaldreamer - E | 3301 | morning sex 

AUs

Today's Another Day To Find You by jezziejay - M | 24,854 | ex-husbands post-divorce au

More Than I Could Ever Promise by Linsky - E | 47,018 | Royalty bodyguard au

our decades in the sun by toewsin (haroldslouis) - E | 21,097 | slow build where patrick is a hotel heir

good form by Anonymous - E | 3419 | girl!patrick, college AU

"of gifts and fireflies" by huntersandangels - M | 46,582 | trust fund baby patrick on a journey of self discovery

old pine by gasmsinc - E | 2034 | werewolves a/b/o, camping

Field of Shadows by allthebros - E | 6515 | one-hand jonny returns with ptsd, established relationship, codependency

where have all the flower by gasmsinc - E | 4869 | a/b/o, animal transformation

get drunk on the good life by gasmsinc - E | 6005 | mob AU, crossdressing

Stand (You’re Gonna Run Again) by windsthatwhisper - E | 13,840 | military, angst with a happy ending

gasolina by toewsin (haroldslouis) - E | 14,521 | mechanic!patrick

Night Moves by heartstrings - T | 10,171 | college au, drunken shenanigans

Chips and Cribs by whatislife - 2034 | mpreg

baby, i can get you in my ride by thundersquall - E | 10,695 | pwp

Pretend it's just you and me by Sail_On, TheNorthRemembers - (WIP)  - E | 87,848 | mob AU

send my love (to your new lover) by gasmsinc - E | 9584 | nanny patrick

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[softforcal]

“I LOVE U FOR THE SLYTHERIN!ASH LIKE YOU WENT BEYOND MY WILDEST IMAGINATION so here's another one. slytherin!ash x gryffindor!reader because i'm so here for that (and a hoe for the enemies to friends to lovers trope)” - requested by @irwinkitten (something was up with my asks today and it wouldn’t show up on my blog so i had to post it this way)

SLYTHERIN!ASH X GRYFFINDOR! READER

another long as fuck one, its 4k of filth, continue reading under the cut

-upon further discussion with the love of my life Laura we agreed on Quidditch Captain rivals too because we want to slay the fandom one rivals to lovers trope at a time

-you are the Gryffindor!Team Captain

-and Ashton is the Slytherin!Team Captain

-you guys were appointed captains the same year when your previous house captains graduated and left their Captain Title and their rivalry to you and Ashton

-of course that year the first game of the year was between Gryffindor and Slytherin

-the two of you shaking hands before the game, him leaning in and saying “get ready to get your ass kicked.” and you’re like “in your dreams Irwin.”

-from that moment on its a rivalry

-you keep a tally of games where you win vs when he wins

-and you both really push your teams to play their best when you’re playing against each other

-teachers know not to put you and Ashton together on projects or labs because you two are notorious for talking back to each other

-he’s a fan of really snarky stuff but you always have a come back

-just a real classic Gryffindor and Slytherin rivalry

-match days where you and Ash glare at each other from your separate tables

-Ash’s friends think it’s hilarious but at the same time, Slytherin!Cal points out “you know she’s kinda really hot.” “i know. it makes me sick.” Ashton growls

-because he’s way too into you

-which doesn’t make sense because you two are rivals

-like it makes it tough for him

-because he’s fallen in love with your smile but you only ever smile when you’ve beaten Ash which is bad, but when he wins and he’s happy then you look upset so wtf its a catch 22

-going to the match and for the first time since you both became Captains, Ashton is actually just like “good luck.”

-and you are shook. “you too Irwin.”

-”Ash. call me Ash.”

-and before you can call him Ash, he lets go of your hand and goes to shake another one of your teammates hands and you are just shook

-your team wins and as your teams are walking back to the locker rooms something makes you run to catch Ashton, “hey, we’re having an afterparty, you should come.”

-”we both know i can’t come to your afterparty.” he laughs, “but maybe we can grab a butterbeer sometime.”

-”okay. I’ll uh… we’ll figure something out.”

-you watch him disappear into the Slytherin change-room and a few of your team mates are like “what the fuck was that.”

-meanwhile Calum is hounding Ashton in the change room “did she just ask you out?! did she seriously make the first move!?”

-”fucking Gryffindor’s being brave all the time and making the first move.” Ashton agrees, what can he say, old habits of trashing other houses die hard

-but he’s kinda sad because like… he knows you’re going to be partying somewhere, happy, dancing, and he’s not going to be there to watch

-will he ever be able to see you dance and party?

-because like… the only parties that you go to are the Quidditch afterparties when your team has won and Ash could never go to one of those

-fuck he wants to see you dance and be happy so bad

-and you’re gorgeous. he starts to feel his blood boil just thinking about maybe you dancing with someone else

-”Cal we’re going to crash that fucking party.”

-”of course we are.” Cal grins

-”yeah its bullshit that we’re the only house ever not invited right?” Ashton states

-”well technically she invited you…” Calum points out

-Ashton tells a few of the Slytherins and of course Slytherin!Michael is down to come

-plus, Gryffindor!Luke is a bro and he’s down to let them in

-so a few Slytherins go to the Gryffindor common room and Luke meets them outside, “if anyone asks, it wasn’t me who let you in.”

-the whole group promises not to rat out Luke and he lets them in one by one

-as soon as Ashton gets into the common room, even with the party in full swing, he spots you

-you’re so beautiful it makes his little Slytherin heart swell

-and of course you turn and see the golden haired Slytherin boy and Ashton is shook when you smile

-”You came!” you scream, making your way towards him through the crowd of red, “i thought you weren’t going to.”

-”changed my mind. that’s allowed isn’t it?” he smiles

-and neither of you are really sure what to do because up until legit that morning you’d been rivals and now you’re in this weird, unknown place where you’re not sure how to act with each other

-you turn and see Calum, his hands on a Ravenclaw girl’s hips as she grinds against him

-and there goes Michael with that little Hufflepuff girl that he’s always trying to make laugh

-and Luke? well Luke has his hands all over your Gryffindor Chaser

-yeah, Gryffindor winning afterparties can be a slut fest but thats all good

-you’ve never really cared

-but you’ve never been in a situation where a guy you’re actually sexually attracted to has been there

-and there he is

-all gorgeous and bad… he’s a bad boy you just know it

-you kind of love it too… like, come on he’s sexy as fuck

-and you’ve been playing Quidditch against this guy for ages, you’ve seen his gorgeous Beater arms

-and you’re the Gryffindor so you bet you’re ass you’re going to jump on this opportunity

-”Dance with me.” you state, turning so your back is to him you and you can put his hands on your waist

-Ashton laughs to himself, you’re always the one making the first move and he’s sort of starting to love that

-but now it’s his turn

-he’s not going to pass up on the opportunity you just presented him with. and he’s a fucking Slytherin, so he’s ambitious AF

-his grip on you tightens as he pulls you back against him

-you feel… dirty.

-no one is paying attention to the two of you but still

-and besides, you’re not even being that bad, Cal practically has his hand up that Ravenclaws shirt and he’s notorious for being a womanizer

-and Ash’s hands just feel so good on you

-he’s nice and rough, just like you imagined

-yeah, you’d imagined this whole thing before (but you’d never admit that to anyone)

-you turn to make the first move (again) but before you can his lips are on yours

-one hand on your face, the other on the small of your back to keep you pressed against his chest

-its hot and rough and oddly passionate

-groaning into each others mouths and you’re sure no one else can hear you

-tangling your fingers in those curls and when you pull slightly he groans a bit too loudly and it makes you snap back to reality enough to pull away

-Ashton’s eyes open at the loss of contact and he sees you looking around, seeing if anyone is watching, suddenly you’re not the brave Gryffindor anymore

-he grabs your hand and pulls you through the crowd, “Irwin where are we going?” you ask as the two of you leave the Gryffindor common room

-he stops and looks at you, “do you trust me?”

-part of you wants to say no but looking into his eyes… you do. “yes.”

-and then he’s pulling you again, stopping in front of a wall. you’re about to ask more questions when he presses a few of the stones and the wall slides away, revealing a dark corridor you have never seen in your life

-Ashton whispers an illumination spell and a ball of light appears in the corridor, Ashton grabs your hand and the two of you go into the corridor, the door closing behind you

-”Irwin-” you begin. “what did I tell you about calling me that?” he growls, pressing your body against the wall as his lips capture yours again

-now that you’re alone we’re talking full on rough making out

-and now you know he likes having a bit of his hair pulled so for sure you’re doing that to make him groan

-his hands skim under your shirt and you find yourself pulling your shirt off before you begin to fuss with his

-”we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” Ashton says as he helps you pull his shirt off

-you stop, looking at him

-you’re a little shocked that he’s so ready to back off if you’re uncomfortable. i mean, you didn’t think he was some crazy aggressive asshole but this is such a soft side you didn’t know he had

-and it’s like… yes this would be dirty and bad but it would also be fucking LIT AS FUCK FAM

-”are you sure no one else knows about this secret corridor?” you ask

-”pretty sure.” he answers

-grabbing his face and kissing him again

-yes, the first time for you two isn’t going to be on a bed and thats kinky but also… you would not be able to sneak him through the Gryffindor common room to get up to your room and (as per usual Hogwarts) you share a room with two other Gryffindor’s so you wouldn’t even be able to fuck there

-you don’t know about Ashton’s room situations, he might be one of the lucky Slytherins (like Calum) who has their own room with no room mates but your Gryffindor pride is too much to walk through the snake pit Slytherin common room to get to Ashton’s room

-your heart is practically racing out of your chest

-i mean, the sexual tension has been there for… well, for as long as you could remember

-and all it took was a ‘good game’ and now here you are less than 12 hours later?

-why hadn’t you said ‘good game’ years earlier?

-you begin to unbutton his pants and he’s just like “you’re sure you’re okay with this?”

-”Ash, are you going to fuck me or not?”

-there’s his Gryffindor

-he tears off your pants like it’s nobodies business

-and like… he can tell by the way you said ‘are you going to fuck me or not’ that you’re down for the rough stuff

-suddenly his teeth are skimming the skin of your neck and his fingers are gripping you so hard you’re sure there will be bruises

-and you’re moaning and it’s revving him up like a motherfucker

-fingers fam. fingers.

-lets be real he’s pent up like a motherfucker and and he’s been waiting this for god even knows how long

-so you bet your ass he’s having the full experience

-”fuck, wanna taste.” he groans, “get on the ground.”

-for a second you don’t want to obey because you’re both Captains, and it’s going against your Gryffindor Captain mentality to do what he says but… you make a decision right then and there that in strictly a sexual context, he can be in charge

-getting on the floor and the cold stone corridor ground sucks but Ashton immediately distracts you with his tongue

-tangling your fingers in his hair

-he makes you cum once and you think he’s going to come up for air or something but nope, home boi is determined to get you to cum at least twice with his fingers and tongue because this boy will be fucking damned if you leave this experience without wanting more

-your moans echoing off the walls

-when you come a second time you’re a mess and Ashton comes up between your legs, lips on yours

-once again you find yourself reviling in the dirtyness of it all

-the taste of yourself on his tongue, the cold stone floor, the fact that it’s with Ashton fucking Irwin

-he slides into you and you both groan

-his face buried in your neck, soft kisses against the spots that he marked up earlier

-intertwining your fingers

-squeezing his hand with each thrust

-tangling your fingers in his hair again

-and if he likes pain from getting his hair pulled then what would he think about…. dragging your fingers down his back

-”fuck.”

-hearing Ashton swear in his husky sex voice is a blessing

-his lips attach to your neck again and you know there’s going to be a mark because his teeth are driving you wild

-and then his fingers untangle from yours and go to wrap around your neck

-you can feel the bite of his Slytherin Legacy ring against your neck and the thought of it makes you moan

-his lips are on yours again and you know he’s close because his speed is getting quicker

-all it takes is you moaning his name and he cums

-running your fingers through his hair as his thrusting slows and you both just try to catch your breath

-he finally groans and pulls out, rolling off of you onto the ground next to you, “fuck the ground is cold!” he says

-you both laugh

-(if ya’ll know me you know i’m lazy and i have created an anti cum spell so imagine just waving that shit out and it’s anti-pregnancy and anti-mess)

-he grabs your pants and tosses them to you before getting his own clothes on

-you stand up and he kisses you softly

-”still want to grab that Butterbeer?”

-before you leave the corridor Ashton’s fingers brush over your neck, “shit, i’m sorry, you’re neck-” “classic Slytherin.” you tease. “stay here and i’ll go grab you a scarf.” he says

-he comes back really fast with a green scarf and wraps it around your neck

-going and grabbing that Butterbeer

-its an honest to god date

-people are a little shook to see you and Ashton out and about together

-especially with that green scarf

-its kinda late though so you end up back at the school pretty quick

-people are still partying in the common room but a lot of people have cleared out, part of you wants to invite Ashton in but part of you also just needs to go to sleep and think about what the fuck just happened

-because there are still people in the halls you’re not really sure what to do… i mean, you’ve fucked but like… do you kiss? do you hug?

-”come here.” Ashton says, as if reading your mind as his hands settle on your waist

-you go to cup his face and he grins, leaning in and kissing you

-he lets you go and you’re about to take his scarf off but he shakes his head, “keep it, you don’t want to lose the respect of your team by going in there with all these hickies on your neck.”

-i mean… true

-”okay,” he begins to pull away and you say “goodnight Irwin.”

-he laughs, grabbing you again, “what did i tell you about calling me by my last name?”

-another kiss, but this time it’s deeper and rougher and it has you both wanting to go find that secret corridor again

-hearing some whistles and you both break away to see Michael and his Hufflepuff girl standing there with grins on their faces, “get it Ash!” Michael screams

-of course this prompts Ash to get Michael in a headlock and you head into the Gryffindor common room with a smile on your face

-there are still a few people dicking around and Luke is on the couch but his girl is gone and when you enter he immediately pulls you over, arm going over your shoulders, “so you and Ash?”

-of fucking course this Giraffe saw that. he sees everything from his height.

-”and ooh, this is his scarf isn’t it?” Luke asks, beginning to pull the scarf from around your neck

-”back off Luke!” you laugh, smacking his hands away

-”so what are you going to tell the team?” Luke asks, “this is complete betrayal.”

-rolling your eyes, “its not serious, Luke.”

-”pfff, you and Ash have had a thing for each other for ages.” Luke scoffs

-you roll your eyes and head up to your room

-the next morning you’re at breakfast, wearing your red scarf not Ash’s green one. you think it’s going to be like any other day but as you’re leaving a hand goes to your waist and Ash falls in step with you, “you’re not wearing my scarf?”

-”i can’t just wear your scarf Ashton, you know that.” you roll your eyes

-”why not?” he pouts

-”okay, Ashton, what is going on?” you ask, stopping and pulling him out of the direct hallway to a quieter place, “i’m not going to wear your scarf because i’m not your girlfriend. i’m a quidditch captain, like you. i need to represent my own house-”

-he shuts you up with his lips and before you know it the two of you are in the secret corridor again

-”Ash we both have class-” you say between kisses

-”this corridor is a short cut.” he insists, pulling down your pants and turning you around so your back is to him as your hands go to brace yourself against the wall

-its quick but hot as fuck

-you’re starting to realize that it might always be hot as fuck

-him using your red scarf to restrict your neck and thats fucking hot

-you both finish and hurry to pull up your pants then he’s showing you down the corridor and he hits a few tiles and pulls you through quickly and just like that you’re in the back of the class you’re supposed to be in?

-thats how this boy is always getting places so fast!

-you begin to head over to sit with your Housemates and are surprised when Ashton follows you, taking a seat next to you

-the other Gryffindors are surprised as fuck too

-”hey, I’m Ashton.” he smiles

-”we know who you are.” they all say

-”so is this some sort of rival captain forced hang out day?” one of them asks

-”no we’re just getting to know each other.” Ashton shrugs

-”why though?” one asks

-Ashton is shook because he expected this sort of thing from his house but not from yours

-”guys!” you scold, “you’re acting like Slytherins.”

-”ouch.” Ashton laughs

-”sorry, old habits die hard.”

-you begin hanging out more and people don’t react the best to it

-but at least the Slytherins don’t say anything mean to you because they know Ash will kick their asses if they do

-you go to a Slytherin vs Ravenclaw match with your team and your eyes are on Ashton the entire time

-he’s flawless

-a few of your team mates being like “so you and Ashton are hanging out a lot.”

-”its just casual.” you say before you can stop yourself.

-so you just outed you and Ashton to your team

-thats fun

-they are shook

-but they’re not going to question you about it because they’ve noticed you being happier

-Slytherin wins and after the match you go down and wait outside the change room for Ashton to come out

-as soon as he does and he sees you he pulls you into the change room and locks it

-more dirty, kinky, half public sex

-and your neck had just started to heal

-locker room shower sex too because fuck yeah bud

-as your putting on your clothes you tell Ash how great he played and he is actually so soft that you’re complimenting him?

-”so i talked to the team and they’re okay with a few non-house people coming to the after party, if you wanted to come.” Ashton says

-”how did you manage to convince them of that?” you laugh

-”well when i told them i want my girlfriend there they didn’t argue.” Ashton states

-”i’m your girlfriend now?” you ask

-”yes.” he states, pulling you in for a kiss

-and just like that you’re his girlfriend

-he wraps his green scarf around your neck and you laugh

-walking into that Slytherin common room with Ashton’s arm over your shoulders and everyone just gawks at you

-so everything is straight up Fuego with you two

-because you used to be rivals the two of you are matched so well

-like, heavy making out

-lots of hair pulling

-PDA is a thing for Slytherin!Ashton because this boi is possessive AF but also just so proud that you’re his

-sexy dancing to the max

-and it turns out Ashton totally has a room to himself?

-he fucks you on every surface in that room and i will fight you on this

-its just really passionate

-you two are a fucking force to be reckoned with

-”are you sure there’s no secret passage out of your room? i don’t really feel like having a walk of shame out of the Slytherin common room.”

-Ashton walking you out and he glares at anyone who gives you a look

-your houses are going to take a while to accept each other

-but then one of your Gryffindor friends catches Cal’s eye and suddenly your friends are all for SlytherinxGryffindor relationships

-it’s totally a plan that Cal and Ash devised to convince your friends to like Slytherins more but it backfires when Cal’s womanizing Slytherin ways leak out and the girls are all like ‘we hath been played by this slythering boi’

-but Ash is so loyal to you and so in love and everyone can see it

-your first Quidditch game against each other since you started fucking dating and of course a ‘good luck’ isnt enough so he pulls you in for a kiss and both of your teams groan

-meanwhile, Michael (who of course is the quidditch game announcer) makes a super dirty comment ON THE MIKE

-or maybe something more PG like  “Oh look kids! spit exchange!” or “first years shield your eyes the captains are working on making a new Christmas team.” because there was that one time Michael said something dirty on the mike and almost got fired from being the announcer

-you both want to win but you both kinda want to see the other smile?

-but you both have to lead your teams so you put on your game day faces

-it’s a super close game

-like insanely close

-but Gryffindor wins

-you begin to walk to the change room but Ashton grabs you and once again you find yourself in some sneaky side corridor but instead of stopping to fuck the shit out of you against a wall Ashton is dragging you somewhere

-ending up in a Prefect bathroom?

-Ashton turns the tub on because you’re both kinda grody from the game

-getting into the water and Ashton begins kissing you immediately

-he gets really dominant which is chill

-”aw baby are you sad cuz we dominated you in the game and now you want to dominate me to make up for it?” you tease

-he pulls back and just gives you this fucking look

-because yes. that’s exactly what he’s about to do.

-and he knows you’re going to let him

-and you’re going to fucking love it too

-so this is your relationship fam

-you are fiercely protective of each other

-marks

-that god damn slytherin legacy ring

-sucking it off his god damned finger

-”that’s so hot.”

-scarves becoming a normal part of your wardrobe

-both of your teams knowing way too much about your sex lives because they have to see the marks in the shower room

-so this is like 4k and i should stop but i don’t want to

-but fam i have to and i am so sorry

[emma-whoisleft]

one last ride // lucinda & emma

For a long time, the Quidditch locker room had not been a place Lucinda and Emma shared, no matter how much time they spent in there - and in there together - over the years. It had been Emma’s domain and she’d spent it preparing for battle, turning classical music up to top volume and arriving hours before any given game in order to stretch, to focus, and to get her game face in order. This was the room where she’d given some of her most demoralizing speeches as well as her most inspirational, fear-inspiring pep talks. It was where she began and ended her morning runs. She knew what her reflection looked like in these mirrors, preferred these showers to the ones up at the castle, knew the bleached smell and uncomfortable wooden benches as well as she knew anything else. 

It was only this year that the space had become a haven for the girls to share. Not just because Lucinda was the captain now, Emma under her in a way that had struck her with surprising - but comforting - faith in her friend. They’d spent physical therapy time here; had shared long talks after practices ended and they were the only two left dawdling behind. It was a place that felt less draconian now, more jocular, more collaborative. More fun. 

All of that had been Lucinda’s doing, and Emma wouldn’t try to deny it for a second. 

With gametime ahead of them - maybe their last, ever, as student athletes, depending on how things went - Emma and Lucinda were once again sharing the space, engrossed in their pre-match routines. But it was nothing like games of past years; nothing, either, like the ones they’d had this year. 

A radio in the corner was blasting a noisy, cheesy pop song by Celestina Warbeck. The lights were turned up to full capacity, the lockers were open and spilling both snacks and personal belongings into view. Emma was standing up on a bench - the only way to make herself taller than Lucinda, and not even tall enough for her liking - and she laughed, loudly, when Lucinda threw a hairbrush in her direction. 

“Come tie my ribbon in for me,” said Emma, shouting to be heard over the music. “It’s lucky; I need it.” 

@lucinda-whoisleft​