#Blaise/Katie

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"You're joking." She scoffed. He suggested canoeing as a 'surprise' for Friday afternoon. The canoe in question lay on the shore with a set of oars perched on the benches.

He cocked his head. "Can't swim, Bell?"

She frowned. "I'm practically a selkie, but I don't trust you not to strand me on an island. Also, I get motion sick if I'm not the one in control."

Blaise mimicked her posture, hands on his hips. "Fine. Let's swim."

"Fine."

"Good." He shucked his shirt off and tossed his wand beside it.

"What are you doing?" 

"I'm swimming. I don't know what you're doing." His boots came off. "Come on, campanellino. We're burning daylight." 

Katie raised an eyebrow. "You're not going to get your trunks?"

"Does my body offend you?"

She rolled her eyes, turning away. "Do whatever you want; us Gryffindors are civilized creatures." Katie hooked her fingers in the waistband of her denim shorts, which skimmed the base of her arse cheeks enough to make a casual observer wonder if she wore knickers beneath them. She did. She stepped out of them, placing her own wand on the ground with a wiggle. His lip slipped between his teeth, and he traced the curve of her bum with a hot stare.

He growled. "I'd never call Gryffindors civilized." 

"You wouldn't know 'civilized' if it hit you in the face." She whirled around and tossed her shorts at him, but his trousers were passing over his knees as she did and the denim slapped against his cheek with a thwack! Katie doubled over and cackled.

He threw her over his shoulder and marched to the dock. "Argh! Blaise!" She pounded on his back, but he pinched her leg. She squealed. "You'll pay for that!" 

"Oh? Will I?" Blaise stepped off the end of the dock, and pulled her under the water with him; he burst back to the surface with a satisfied bark of laughter. Katie clung to his neck, sputtering.

"Stop, stop!" she conceded. "I'm in, I'm wet."

"That's the goal." He pecked her on the cheek. "Can I show you my favorite part of the lake?" 

Katie narrowed her eyes. "Depends. Is it the bottom?" His dimples deepened, but he said nothing; the arm around her waist slid a lower. She wrinkled her nose at him and shook her head. He liked to push the boundary further and further.

Blaise transferred her to his back; her arms wrapped over his shoulders. He swam to a small inlet, where the lake curved around itself and the shoreline was shallow enough to stand on one's tip-toes. The feeling of her stomach against his smooth back muscles made her whole body tingle. 

He grabbed a log which lay half on land and buoyed them for a momentary rest. Katie hoisted herself up, threw a leg over and straddled it. The breeze on her wet skin distracted from the thrumming which built in her. She folded herself into a ball with her knees against her chest.

Blaise quirked an eyebrow. "You've got strong arms, Chaser Bell. Must be why Gryffindor keeps winning." 

She snorted. "You haven't been to a match since first term."

"I go to every match!"

"You do not."

"Excuse me! Yes, I do. I sit with Dean in the box. I have memorized the curve of your arse in a uniform." He winked and folded his arms over the log. The inlet was clouded with algae, which glowed in the waning light. Blaise didn't care; plant life swirled around his body. He floated back from her with a funny look on his face, treading water. The ripples lapped at his skin. "Do you think you'll ever let me kiss you?"

"Is that why you invited me here?"

"You like me."

“What do your mates say when you sit with me in the Great Hall?”

He looked away and shook his head. "Fuck them." 

She sighed. "Blaise--."

“Katie!” He bobbed towards her and held out a hand. He rubbed her knuckles. "I invited you because I like you. That’s it."

"Mum didn't want me to come here; she thinks I’m ‘fragile’ right now." 

He frowned. “You’re strong."

“Hanging around a Gryffindor--Your house will disown you--”

“Slytherin house does not speak for me.” He rubbed her knee. “You believe that, don’t you?”

Katie looked down at their joined hands and squeezed. She supposed she did, by now. "I want to spend time with you, I’m just… scared. I will try to relax this weekend, at least."

"I can live with that." He smiled up at her without an ounce of judgment. 

Katie touched his jaw. He was so gentle with her. Flirtatious, yes, and sometimes too forward. Much too handsome for his own good. Always gentle, when it counted. He had visited her in the hospital wing after she was cursed. They shared a desk in Transfiguration all term, so he brought her homework to pass the time. And sweets. It was starting to make sense why he had withdrawn from the other Slytherins, but it wasn’t just about her. He had a good heart. Her chest ached. What would she do if war broke out and something happened to him? What was her real fear, here? 

"Blaise," she breathed. 

He cupped her cheek. Blaise pulled himself onto the log and his breath passed over her face in soft, determined huff. The golden irises of his eyes flickered back and forth as he studied hers. Her fingers walked up his forearms. She leaned forward the tiniest bit, and his expression changed from concern to sweetness. Even though they shouldn't, and she stood by it... she kissed him. His lips cradled hers, worrying them with a gentle tug. He pulled back and kissed her forehead. His thumbs brushed her jaw.

"Let’s go, the clouds are getting dark." He let her lead, swimming a few yards behind her. By the time they reached land again, the skies opened up. The abandoned canoe inched towards the lake as the ground soaked up the water. 

"Bollocks," Katie gasped once under the porch's overhang. She tried to catch her breath. "I think I dropped my wand."

"I'll find it!" The svelte Italian bolted out into the rainstorm again, starkers except for his soaked briefs. He found her wand by the dock and came running back to the porch. The path was thick with mud, and Blaise was its unfortunate victim. His face smacked against the ground with a shallow slap. He groaned. 

"Oh gods!" She ran to him.

Mud plastered his entire front. He laughed. "I think I twisted my ankle and some mud went down my pants. But I found your wand!" 

"You could've accio'd it!" Katie took her wand from him. She grasped his hands to help him stand as rain pelted them.

"Bloody mud." He winced as he stepped forward. "I need your help."

He wound his arm over her shoulders, and she held his waist. They made it inside and Katie got him to his room; she left him to his own devices there and attempted not to burst into flames, after having his bare skin against hers for the second--no, third time that day. She fanned her face. Gods. 

She tossed their wet clothes over the chairs at the kitchen table. A hot-air spell put them right. She toweled off her hair and changed into pyjamas. Blaise hobbled back to the living room, having scourgefiedany trace of mud from his body. He had opted for a tee shirt and flannel pyjama bottoms printed with tiny gold Z's. 

"You're adorable." He looked her up and down with the same interest as when he had observed her in her knickers. 

She cleared her throat. "Sit on the sofa!" She gathered ice from the kitchen. He propped his foot on a sofa pillow. He let her cuff his trouser leg and prod his skin to figure out where he strained his ankle, wincing only when she found the swollen pocket. Rest and ice was in order.

He watched her with quiet heat in his eyes.

She didn't want to stop touching him. Now that the boundary had been broken, she wondered why she resisted him for so long… other than delicate house politics. She rubbed his shin, as if that would do anything to aid his recovery. 

The kiss. The look in his eyes when she had leaned in... heat, and gentleness. It was arresting and constant since they became close. 

What if this is our only chance? she thought. 

More than anything, she was relieved she had mustered a bit of bravery to kiss him, but what now? His eyes twinkled when she met his gaze. He wanted her. She... vibrated with want.

"Do you know why I have this cabin?" he asked. She sat at the other end of the sofa to put distance between them and shook her head. "My father went into hospital early last year, and I couldn't handle visiting him. Mum basically lived at St. Mungo’s, so I had the house to myself. I was going mental. I found this place by accident. Mum was keen on it. She's been here a few times since my father passed. I spent the first--three weeks after he died?--laying in a hammock out back."

"So… that’s why you’re not hanging around Malfoy?" 

"Yes. I had to get my head straight. What I want is much… clearer."

She sighed, hand to forehead. "Teach me your ways."

"Well, first thing is rest." He held out his arms. She breathed out in relief, settling her body between his and the back of the sofa. He pillowed her head on his shoulder. "Though I don't sleep much, scrolling through a million bad memories."

"Mmm." She laced her fingers with his. "Maybe you'd sleep better if you weren't alone."

He raised an eyebrow. "Is that an offer?"

"I'm pretty good at snuggling." She wiggled against him.

He looked down at her and his face was struck with seriousness. " Campanellino..." He touched her cheek.

"What does campanellino mean?"

"Little Bell," Blaise said. “Are you not? La mia campanellino?” He kissed the top of her head and full-body chills rippled through her. 

Fuck it.

She pushed up on one arm and leaned forward, hair tickling his chest. She kissed him. He brushed her hair back and tugged on it lightly. He took her cheeks in his hands, then. "I want to respect your wishes," he murmured against her lips.

"My wishes changed." Katie's fingers curled into the front of his shirt. Blaise scooted back against the arm of the couch obediently. She touched his bottom lip. Such full, soft lips he had, which wrapped around the tip of her finger for a brief moment. An unspoken question.

His eyes flashed and he nodded once. Katie crouched to kiss him again and he grabbed her hips. She swung a knee over his legs. He winced, kicking the ice pack off the sofa and pulling her against him. "Oh! Your ankle--"

"Fuck my ankle." Blaise growled. He kissed her jaw and down her throat, laving her pulse. Her whole body tingled. It wasn't enough. She rucked his shirt up his torso. He took the message and pulled it off, tearing his lips away from her skin long enough to pass the fabric over his head. He pulled hers off, too. "What changed your mind?"

She pinned him against the arm. "Your openness." She smiled against his mouth. His tongue flickered at the seam of her lips and dared them to open. Her tongue met his.

"Talking--ah--!!" He gasped. Her fingers whispered over the plane of his stomach towards his waistband. "--talking about my emotions turns you on?" His head fell back as she cupped him through the flannel.

"Amongst other things." The list of ‘things’ was long, and detailed. Another thing occurred to her: "I'm on the potion, and I'm clean." 

"Good. So am I--oh my gods." His face was blissful. 

"What do you want?"

"You, cara. Anything--don't stop."

"Where?"

"Here." He removed her hands from where they were teasing him and canted his hips, attempting to wiggle out of his trousers without dislodging her from his lap. He pitched Katie forward and nearly off the side of the sofa. She laughed and hopped off of him. 

Without an ounce of shyness, Blaise divested himself of his pyjamas and held out his hands to her again, but Katie shook her head. She turned away from him and peeled her own trousers off, as she had done with her shorts by the lake.

"You're killing me," he said hoarsely. She glanced at him over her shoulder, taking her knickers off next at a torturously slow pace. She blushed, but he didn't care. He ran a hand over his face and reached for her wrist, tugging her back to him. She fell against him and he adjusted, lifting her to straddle him. She felt quite self-conscious under his gaze and moved to cover her breasts, but he touched her chin. 

"Are you all right?" 

"Nervous," she admitted.

His cock jumped beneath her as she sat over him. "I'll stop if you say 'stop." He was deadly serious and she shook her head.

"Don't stop," she affirmed. She kissed him as his hands moved up her thighs.

"Can I touch you?" His touch paused at the crease of her hip. She nodded. He smiled and studied her face as he found her folds, which were thrumming to be touched. She was wet and so thankful to feel him. He eased his fingers inside her, just two--it was enough to make her knees go weak. She pressed her forehead to his shoulder and drove herself back onto his hand. 

"Katie--" he whispered into her temple. "You feel incredible."

"I'm--"

"You're perfect." He pumped her slowly, ramping up her desire. If she had been able to form words, she would've told him that all it took to make her wet was him giving her one of those piercing looks of his, that she had tried to date last term but no one else made her feel this way--but then again, this was far and away better than what she had ever hoped for. She let out a low whine and her hand found his cock between their stomachs, which made him pause his ministrations to her. He was hard just from watching her pleasure and preparing her, but he still gasped when she stroked him.

She didn't ask his permission, but she knew she had it anyway--Katie sat up and leveled her center over him. She was tight indeed, but she took her time and he let her; little by little, in incremental pumps, she took him fully inside her. Once her hip bones bumped against his, he held her still and breathed out.

"Cara, I could die now and be happy." He kissed her so softly she wanted to cry. In response, she lifted her hips. How very much she wanted to make him happier. They found a rhythm--slow but sure, clinging to each other like they might float apart at any moment. His breath grew shallow. Katie reached behind her and ran her nails up the inside of his thigh, tiny prickling trails that made his hips jolt up. "Oh, fuck!" He was close, but he wasn't about to let her get the best of him.

Blaise found her clit and massaged it in measured circles, inducing a silent moan from her open mouth. "Please," she whispered. He coaxed her, pushing her down to meet him with one hand, and touching her sensitive nub with the other, until she tightened like a vice around him and arched her back. He cupped her breasts, her waist, her arse as she came down from her high. Her head fell forward and she met his thrusting pace, squeezing her inner muscles, even though she was sensitive and shaking, until he thrust erratically and reached his own release. He hugged her to his chest and refused to let her move while he caught his breath.

"Merlin," Katie breathed against his neck. 

He chuckled warmly. "So much for not doing this."

"You regret it, then." She pinched his nipple.

He pinched her bum in retaliation. "Not on your life." He pulled out of her and they both gasped at the loss of intimate contact. Katie hopped up and resisted the urge to cover her body. They exchanged several giddy looks as she gathered her pyjamas and padded to the washroom. “Hey.” She turned back to him. He smiled. “You don’t have to worry. About me. If the war does happen, I’m with you.”

Katie leaned against the door. “What if they don’t give you a choice?”

“I know what I believe in. You just have to trust me.”

She shrugged. “What would you have me do?”

“Well,” he said, turning to the side and tentatively standing on his good foot. He hobbled to her, which was comical in his naked state. “I have spent the last several years lusting after you and now--” he dipped his head and kissed her. “I find I’m addicted. So. For now , you’ll stay with me, here, until the end of Summer break.”

She bit her lip. “I’m supposed to train while we’re off.”

“I’ll train with you.”

“You will?” she laughed.

“I was a chaser!”

“Yes, you’re good at chasing.” She stood on her tip-toes and kissed him again. “Fine. I’ll owl my parents tomorrow and have them send my broom, and some more clothes.”

Blaise lifted her off her feet and peppered her face with kisses. “This will be our best Summer yet.”

Even though it felt cruel or stupid to brush off the fact that they might soon face very real danger, Katie couldn’t help but be grateful for Blaise Zabini. The boy who chased.

[witchygfsgf]

hey ! ik this is just marauders ( so far from what i've seen ) but where do you hc everyone in the lightning era to be from ?? i absolutely loved and agreed with like all your marauder hcs !!!

omg this was so unexpected thank you!!

tbh, even when i first read the books as a kid i was pretty much entirely interested in the marauders (like dog-eared every page where remus was mentioned kinda thing) so i haven't given much thought into it. but this was very inspiring so <3

disclaimer, this is heavily based on my marauders era headcanons here

Harry: England (Surrey) - Indian/English/Greek

Ron: England (Devon)

Hermione: England (Crawley) - Nigerian

Neville: England (Leeds) - Chinese/English

Luna: England (Devon)* - Sudanese/Turkish

Ginny: England (Devon)

Dean: England (London) - Jamaican

Seamus: Ireland (County Kerry)

Padma: England (Manchester) - Indian

Parvati: England (Manchester) - Indian

Lavender: England (Gloucester) - Kenyan

Cho: Scotland (Glasgow) - Chinese

Cedric: England (Essex)

Draco: England (Wiltshire)

Blaise: Scotland (Aberdeen) - Egyptian

Pansy: England (Bath)

Angelina: Wales (Swansea) - Haitian

Katie: Wales (Ebbw Vale) - Italian/Welsh/Ukrainian

*edit: i do hc her as being raised in louth, ireland, but moved to ottery st catchpole before her mother died, because i forgot it was mentioned she lived there.

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Draco's Story

Late July, 1998

"I've decided, Dray." Your voice is soft but laced with determination. He sits beside you, on the roof of his parents mansion, the window to his room just below your dangling feet, a cool night breeze licking his skin as the July heat still lingers in the air. "I'm going to become an Auror. After everything I've seen, after uncle Travers..." you pause for a long moment, staring up into the dark navy sky, dotted with glimmering white specs where, thousands and thousands of lightyears away, stars burn; big, bright, dazzling orbs, "I can't let it happen again. I can't allow other children to go through what we have, what you have. Even if it just a small change, I want to help make it."

He's silent for while. The bottle of Fire Whiskey you'd both been sipping on rests just between his knees. Bringing it to his lips, he takes a long drink before setting it back down. There are bruises on his knuckles, cuts on his arms, a nice gash to his forehead from where he'd managed to make contact with the floor outside of the Room of Requirement. If not for the boy he'd spent the last seven years envying with a seething jealousy, he would no doubt be dead. He owed Harry and his friends his life, and that, although a cold hard fact, did not settle well in the young Malfoy's stomach. He was bitter, scarred, and lost. Where did he go from here? All he had come to know, everything his parents had made him believe, was nothing but blind faith and complete ignorance.

Once a bully, preying on the weak and snarling insults at those he deemed lesser. Once a boy of great talent and expectations. Once the seeker for his house. Then a Death Eater, a coward and no better than those who tore the school to pieces.

He was no better, and he was no one. Not anymore; but he feels now, despite his prejudice over the years, that he wasn't really anyone to begin with. When the mark, that now is nothing but an ugly scar on his milky skin, was first placed upon his arm, he really had believed he was to be granted power and protection. All he had to do to bring his family glory was follow instructions. He thought he wanted this. He thought he was doing his parents proud. When he realised his misjudgment, it was far too late to change his mind.

Draco tried to murder. He tried to - but as much as he told himself it was his duty, the small flicker of who he really wanted to be started to burn a little brighter, a little hotter, until he smothered the flame and hexed Katie Bell and cast an unforgivable curse on Madame Rosmerta. Until he was face to face with his one mission, just to fail at the very last second and become the laughing stock of a group of rotten-minded wizards.

He can still hear you - sometimes in his sleep, sometimes when he wakes in the night.

"Please, just tell me what's wrong, Dray." You cried in the hallway that night, his wand tight in his grip. The sound of a happy, joyful Slug Club Christmas party was well underway further down the corridor. You, in your stunning emerald dress and diamond earrings he had gifted you the other year for your birthday, had begged him to confide in you multiple times. Daphne had written him off, Blaise and Theo told you he had changed and wasn't coming back. Pansy had a small amount of faith left, but it was fading quickly. Your sixth year was already turning out to be a monstrosity, and now the boy you would have called your very best friend had changed; he wasn't Draco anymore, he was colder, more bitter and worryingly paler. Albeit, his personality wasn't the warmest nore the most endearing to begin with, but since your childhood he had been a constant in your life.

And now he was anything but that.

"I've already told you," he says, lifeless and empty, "I don't want you getting caught up in anything. Just go back to the party, alright?"

"Why are you shutting me out?" You almost whimper, and the white knuckle grip on his wand only gets tighter, threatening to snap the wood in half. He hates this. He hates it.

But he must do it. To protect what he cares for.

"Please," he mutters helplessly, turning his head slightly to look over his shoulder at you. He fears if he looks at you fully, he might crumble into a million little pieces, "I'm trying to protect you. Let me at least do that. Please. Go back inside."

"Draco?" Your voices brings him out of his daze, his eyes landing on yours. A kindness had dwelled within them since you were children; a kindness that, even after all he's done, still shines through and touches his skin like warm sun. He stares back for a long while, not fully understanding why you still came to visit him. More than two months since the war ended, since his family faced trial after trial and escaped with their dignity hanging by a mere thread. He hadn't heard from the others; Blaise, Pansy, Goyle. Not that he particularly cared. It appeared they would have rather saved what reputation they had left than mingle with fellow betrayers like himself.

He can't say he blames them.

"Are you okay?" you ask him, brushing some of his white-blond hair from his face, "you can talk to me, you know. I'm here for you."

"Why?" he simply asks, and you almost look surprised at the question.

"Because you're still you, Dray," you whisper, a ghost of a smile at your lips, "many things have happened. I know now why you couldn't talk to me about... well, everything. But you can now, and I'm here to listen. Please, don't try and battle this on your own."

The warm summer air ruffles the hair around your familiar, comforting face. He thinks that someone up there might not think so bad of him, to keep you coming back even when he's troubled you more than anyone else. A slight smile cracks on his face, something you hadn't seen in many, many months. The sight of it almost brought you to tears.

"You know," he says quietly, "I'd have kicked my sorry ass to the curb if I were you. I haven't exactly been kind to you; or anyone, over the last few months. I've done some really fucked up shit. Yet, here you are, drinking my Dad's Fire Whiskey on the roof with me." He shuffles a little closer to you and wraps an arm around your shoulders, as you willingly accept his embrace, cuddling into his warm and familiar body. You liked to believe he was still in there, the real Draco. The one that sometimes, unknowingly, allowed you to see little glimpses into his life. He's a collector of sorts; not like his father, but in a more sentimental and valuable way. Many a time have you caught him putting a rather nice looking pebble in his pocket, thinking no one had seen him take a shine to such a trivial thing. He enjoys the piano, and although he never plays for anyone, you had caught him mid song one summer during a visit to his home. You can still hear him scold you for sneaking up on him and making you swear not to tell anyone. He reads - not your typical story books or novels, but educational books about Astrology and Alchemy. Sometimes, when you had met in the library, he'd been so invested in a book, his eyebrows pierced together and a look of pure concentration on his face, that he hadn't noticed you standing beside him until you nudged him slightly. Another scolding, but something about the way he grumbled that he was 'just passing the time because you took so long' had you convinced there was no malice in it whatsoever.

Draco never had a heart of gold. He was never a shining example of friendship, or the best at expressing his feelings, or had the best attitude towards things he found unbefitting of him. Throughout the years you had argued about his mean streak, about his nature towards certain students, but as if joined at the hip, you had remained close, and his brashness was ever so slightly tamer with you. His words weren't as sharp, or as jarring, and he often made a point of saying 'if you go, I will' or 'as long as you think so.' Despite his blooming admiration for you, he still remained a little hesitant to treat you completely different.

And he was still in there. You were sure of it. He was in there - the Draco you had come to love.

"I wouldn't be a very good friend if I did that, would I?" you say lightheartedly, and you feel him squeeze you a little tighter, "you will get passed this Draco. You will heal; inside and out, and you will go out into the world and make a good name for yourself. You will make yourself proud - it doesn't matter about anyone else. Just do what's right for you."

He ponders for a moment, stroking your hair gently, calming himself as he leans his chin on the top of your head. The world made no sense; his place in it seemed none existent, but as if a small glimmer of hope had pierced his heart, he starts imagining the future.

"Do you think they'd have me?" He then asks you, and you pull back slightly to look up at him.

"Who?" You say.

"The Aurors," he then responds, matter of fact, "do you think they'd... accept someone like me."

"You want to be an Auror?" You say excitedly, and his heart, for the first time in a very long time, begins to feel lighter at the look on your face. All this time and you're still the prettiest girl he'd ever laid his eyes on. He shrugs and looks away.

"I dunno, I was just thinking out loud," he said, fingers still playing with the ends of your hair. Then he laughs, a shallow and bitter laugh, "like they'd want me. Imagine me showing up to help someone - they'd asked for someone else. It'd be fucking joke."

"It might not be," you say in all seriousness, "why does it have to be like that? As much as you may think things are set in stone, they are not, Draco. You decide how the future goes. You decide what happens from now on. If it starts that way then change their minds. Your past does not define you. It's what you do, how you learn, that does."

"Sure you don't want to be a therapist or something?" He jokes lightly, and you giggle. Draco truly believes that something holy keeps you around a mess like him. Once Voldemort's threat was over, you were the first person at his door. The first and only person to check on him. A ray of light in the deep, dark hole he was falling into.

"I've made up my mind," your giggle comes to a holt, and you look at him with a sheer determination sparkling in your eyes, "it's time for you to do the same, Dray."

The reception he received was nothing short of foul. Minister Shacklebolt treated him the same as any other new recruit, but his fellow Auror's did not feel so welcoming. He mainly stuck by you throughout the training phase, and kept his distance from Potter and Weasley. There were whispers, odd looks and uneasy feelings, but with your guidance, he found himself at the Ministry. After the first year, he had become accustomed to people's shock once they saw him, and even more so from how tolerable he can be when he wanted. Sometimes he even made little jokes about it, and your heart soared at the difference in him. The higher ups soon discovered his talents and willingness, and his career, much like your own, began to blossom.

So, when you barge into Potter's office ten years later, raging about the travesty in the foyer, he thanks Merlin, Salazar and anyone who'll listen when you grace him with that same presence he finds himself missing like a limb when you're not around. An Auror in his own right, a gifted and talented wizard who's knowledge in Occlumency had boded well in his profession, a better man, but still the same whiny, mischievous Malfoy he's always been. He may be a dashingly handsome young man, but his childish ways, short temper and bad attitude never quite left him - and yet he's your heart and solace all the same.

Harry may have saved his life, but without a shadow of a doubt, you saved his soul.

disclaimer: i do not own harry potter or any of the characters or storyline associated with it

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Managing Mischief: Weasley Twins x Fem!Reader (Part Seven)

MDNI, NSFW, 18+ Masterlist Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader x George Weasley TW: Mentions of ED, Oral Sex (M! and F! Receiving and giving), Just general fluff, and Ron who makes you facepalm yourself. 🤦🏻‍♀️ A/N: I am so sorry it took me so long to update this! I'm re-writing this story and the chapters are long af, and just a mess. (This was my first ever fic from like 2 years ago on Wattpad.) I solemnly swear that I will update this more. Tag: @helendeath @ the anon who asked where this was. Please reblog and/ or comment if you like the story, as they help me stay motivated to keep writing 💜🥹

Chapter Seven

Fred

Looking at y/n sitting next to me, talking to our friends, makes my heart pound. She’s so goddamn beautiful. I just wish we could make her see it for herself. George and I have tried to come up with reasons why she doesn’t eat when we’re alone, but we can’t seem to find one. We notice the weight loss. We were the first ones to notice it. At first, we thought she just wanted to slim down a bit, not that she ever needed to. 

But now? She’s so tiny that her ribs are poking out, and that can’t be healthy. What really worries us though, is when she gets so lightheaded she almost faints and has to sit down. Neither of us cares how much she weighs. We never did. We just want her to be healthy and happy. She will always be the most beautiful girl in the world to us, no matter her size. 

I’ve never been into Angelina. She’s a good mate and a fair chaser, but nothing more. The way that y/n got so defensive and chewed her out, though? Fuck, my dick swells just at the thought of it. Not to mention the way she blew up at Malfoy, calling out about having a shitty dick. That made my heart soar and almost cripple me with laughter. 

But what really got my attention? The way she said that she screams my and George’s names. I can only imagine what that’d be like, what it will be like. I squeeze her leg a little tighter, and she looks up at me with those beautiful brown eyes that I just want to fall into and never come out of. 

She gives me a curious look, and I lean down to whisper in her ear. “So, you scream our names, hm, little one?” I ask her softly and feel her shudder and clench her thighs under my grip. I love the way she reacts to my touch and my words. 

“Maybe,” she whispers back and softly whimpers. Biting her lip when I slide my hand further up her skirt. Fuck, I love the little sounds she makes. Every single one of them goes straight to my cock. I lick my bottom lip as George grabs her attention as we pull into the train station. 

George

I’ve seen y/n pissed off before, but her yelling at Angelina and Katie was something else. Something something much sexier. I’ve never given Katie so much as half a glance outside of quidditch practice, and during games, I’m focused on the game. At most just keeping people from getting bloodied up too bad. But I’m fairly certain she would’ve killed them if Harry hadn’t stepped in. 

I could’ve destroyed Draco on the spot when he asked to have a moment with her. But this girl, with her tiny little hands and fingers, stopped me instantly. She ate him up, spit him back out, and I’m pretty sure she made him cry. And he deserved every last bit of it. I don’t know what made him think it was a good idea to try to talk to her, alone for that matter. Did Blaise not tell him we’re together? Oh well, the whole school is going to find out sooner or later, and I can’t fucking wait. 

The only thing that really worries me is her eating habits or lack thereof. We haven’t really found the right time to talk to her about it, but we talk to each other about it. Fred thinks it’s just stress, but I think it could be an eating disorder. She’s losing weight so fast, and she’s so light that now I can lift her and swing her around with one arm without breaking a sweat. For Merlin’s sake, my trunk is heavier than she is. It scares the living daylights out of me when she almost faints. We can’t lose her. I can’t lose her. I wouldn’t survive it. 

My attention is drawn to her thighs clenching under my hand, and I look over to see Fred, no doubt whispering some dirty shit in her ear. She thinks she’s going to win whatever little game she is playing, and she just might. I want to get down on my knees and serve her every single chance I get. I haven’t even tasted her pussy yet, and I’m fucking addicted. 

I see her pull away slightly from Fred and take the opportunity to grip her chin and force her to look at me so I can whisper my dirty shit in her ear. She leans in with those perfect, supple lips and I fight the urge to just kiss her instead. But I hold back, whispering into her ear instead, smelling the strawberry conditioner in her hair. “We may be going to a feast, baby, but I’m going to eat you out like it’s my last fucking meal,” I hear her gasp softly and feel her thighs clench together even more, rubbing her legs together like she’s searching for some kind of friction. I kiss her as we pull into the train station, and she stands up to follow Fred out of the compartment with me right behind her. 

Y/n

I take Fred’s hand as I slide out of the booth. My panties are fucking soaked. This is going to be a long dinner, and the sorting ceremony feast is always long. As we we off the train, Fred and George go ahead of me, and each helps me down, taking my hands in theirs. We walk with our friends, everyone holding hands with who they’re now officially dating as we walk to the castle as the sun begins to set. 

We’re all some of the last people to enter the great hall. I can’t help but feel anxious with so many people staring at me, Fred and George. They sense it, though, and grip my hands tighter as they walk me to the Gryffindor table, and we take our seats across from our friends. “Everyone is staring,” I whisper to both of them.

“Let them stare, little one,” Fred tells me with a smile. 

“Nothing, and nobody can hurt you while we’re around. I promise, baby,” George says softly, stroking my hair. I nod my head and turn to the front as Dumbledore starts his speech. 

“Good evening, and welcome back,” Dumbledore says with a smile as the rest of the chatter dies down. “Here starts another year of education, friendship, and memories. While we may be separated by house, we are one school, one body. And we must all look out for each other, care for one another, and protect everyone. As with every year, we will begin with the sorting ceremony, welcoming fresh minds and new friends. Be kind, be generous, and be helpful. I’m sure you all remember the first time walking through those doors and the uncertainty that came along with it,” he chuckles before continuing. 

“Show them that no matter what house you are sorted into, everyone is welcome, and everyone has a place here. This year, we will also have a new Defense Against The Dark Arts professor joining us as well. A man I believe to be one of the bravest, most loyal, and even one of the most trouble-causing previous students I have ever known. Please give a warm welcome to Sirius Black,” he claps with a smile. 

We all look at Harry and smile. We all stand up and clap the loudest of anyone in the great hall, Fred and George whooping and hollering as Sirius walks out from a room behind the teacher's table, smiles at us, and takes a seat. 

*****

“That concludes our sorting ceremony,” Dumbledor claps as the new first-years take their seats at their assigned house tables. “Let the feast begin,” Dumbledore says as platters of all sorts of food appear on the table in front of us, damn near throwing me into a full-blown panic attack. 

Everyone digs in, and I start to look for the lowest calorie foods, mentally counting them in my head and comparing them to how much exercise I’ll have to do to make up for it when Fred takes my plate and starts putting food onto it. “What are you doing?” I ask him, trying not to panic. 

“Serving you, little one,” he says calmly, putting a scoop of potato salad on my plate, knowing it’s my favorite. I dig my nails into the palm of my hand when I see the size of the scoop, double what I would’ve taken for myself. My breathing intensifies as I watch him put beans and chicken on my plate, too. 

George takes my hands in one of his and tips my face to look at him. “Deep breath, baby. It’s alright. You don’t have to eat it all. We just want you to try, okay?” He says in a soothing tone of voice. I nod my head as tears well in my eyes, begging myself not to cry as Fred takes control of my plate. “Hey, hey, look at me,” George says, getting my attention again. “Take a deep breath in with me, okay? In,” he says and we take a deep breath in together. “Good, and out,” he says as we blow it out. We do this three times until I’ve finally calmed down. “Good girl, you feel a little better now?” 

I nod. “A little. I just hate eating in front of all of these people. I feel like they’re all staring at me,” I sniffle. 

“I promise they’re not, baby. But would it make you feel better if the others blocked you from looking at them?” George asks me. I nod shyly, and he smiles and kisses my cheek before leaning over the table to Hermione. “Pst, Granger,” he says, getting her attention as Fred sets my plate down in front of me. 

“Yes?” she answers, leaning over. 

“Tell everyone to scoot down so our girl doesn’t have to look at everyone while she eats, will you?” he asks quietly. Hermione gives him a thumbs up. 

Fred rubs my back lovingly and places some water and tea down in front of me as the others scoot down. “I don’t think I can eat all of this, Freddie,” I admit quietly. 

Fred smiles sadly and leans in. “It’s alright, little one. Just eat half, okay?” He says softly. 

I nod. “I’m sorry,” I admit, feeling ashamed. 

Fred tilts my chin up to look at him. “Listen to me. You have nothing to be sorry for. Do you understand me?” He asks seriously, and I nod as he continues. “Whenever you’re ready to talk about it, we’re here. Until then, and after, we will do everything we can to help you, okay?” 

“Thank you, Freddie,” I say softly. 

Fred genuinely smiles and kisses the back of my hand. “Anything for you, little one.” 

Our four friends scoot down to block me from looking at anyone else, and Fred and George tilt their bodies slightly to block me on the sides. “I still don’t see why we had to move,” Ron groans as I pick up my fork. 

Hermione nudges him in the ribs. “I told you, we’re helping y/n,” she scolds him. 

Ron rolls his eyes and looks at me. “Honestly, what did you need our help with, anyway?” Ron asks as he puts more food on his plate. 

I bite my lip nervously before I answer him. “I promise, I’ll tell you later. But I really do appreciate it,” I respond, giving him a small smile. 

Ron swallows a big bite and looks at me. “Whatever it is, it better be good, is all I’m saying.” 

Harry rolls his eyes and looks at Ron. “Honestly, Ron, just eat.”

I manage to eat half of my plate before the table magically clears and dessert appears. I take a deep breath, feeling my anxiety start rising again, but before I can get too deep into it, a voice behind me pulls me from my thoughts. “Ms. Hunt?” I turn around to see the headmaster, Dumbledore, behind me, looking down at me with a kind smile. 

“Oh, yes, sir?” I respond politely. 

“I hate to steal you away from your friends, but would you kindly accompany me to my office? I need to speak with you,” He asks like I have a choice. 

 “Of course, sir. Right now?” I ask, looking around at my friends and wondering how I could be in trouble when we literally just got here. 

Dumbledore smiles and nods once. “Yes, if you please. I will have you back to your common room with plenty of time to visit and settle in.” 

I nod and stand from the table. “Of course, sir. Lead the way,” As I walk through the great hall with Dumbledore, everyone, and I mean everyone, stares. But this time, I also hear the rumors. 

“She’s probably in trouble because she’s dating the twins,” someone from our table says.

“Hopefully, the slut gets kicked out,” someone adds in response to the first.

“Did you see her crying at the table? Fucking pathetic,” someone from the Ravenclaw table says.

“I heard she’s on drugs, and that’s why she doesn’t eat,” says someone from Slytherin.

I try to ignore them, but my eyes are filled with tears by the time we exit the great hall, and I can’t stop the sniffle that breaks free. Dumbledore doesn’t speak about it, simply handing me a tissue without saying a word as we walk to his office. 

“Sherbert lemon,” Dumbledore says to the griffin statue that leads to his office. The statue turns, and stairs appear in its place. When we get to his office, he opens his door and allows me to enter first. “Please, have a seat,” he says kindly, motioning to the chair in front of his desk as he sits behind it. 

“Sir, am I in trouble?” I ask nervously as I sit down in front of his desk. 

 Dumbledore looks at me curiously. “Now, why would you think that you’re in trouble?” He asks, making me want to roll my eyes. He always does this. Answers questions with a question. 

I shrug my shoulders. “I don’t know,” then it hits me. “Is it my Mum?” I ask worriedly. “She’s in the hospital, you see, at,”

Dumbledore raises a hand, cutting me off. “At St. Mungo’s, with your father. Yes, I am aware,” Dumbledore says with a small smile. “Your father wrote me this morning and explained the whole situation. I am happy to say she is quite alright, even if she hasn’t woken yet,” he says, leaning back in his seat. “And you are not in any trouble.” 

Now, I’m even more confused. “Okay. Forgive me, professor. It’s just that I’ve never been called into your office before,” I say, looking around. 

“I asked you up here because I noticed that you seemed to be struggling at dinner. And I wanted to ask if there is anything that I can do to help,” Dumbledore responds kindly. 

I breathe a small sigh of relief. “Honestly, sir, I’m not sure,” I answer honestly, but I can see that he is waiting for an explanation, so I decide to just tell him everything. “Over the summer, I went through quite a bit,” he nods, waiting for me to continue. “My eating disorder has returned. It started in year three, and I got it under control in my fourth and fifth years, but this last summer,” I look off to the side, my hands shaking. “It returned in full swing. I noticed that I had gained quite a bit of weight and well…” I sigh and shrug my shoulders as I look back at him. “Here I am.”

Dumbledore nods, thinking for a minute before he speaks. “I’m very sorry to hear that, Ms. Hunt,” he says sympathetically. “You care so deeply for your friends, and you are always kind to everyone around you. I notice it when I am doing my evaluations during the year, and even just around the school in general,” he explains. “You are always the first one to offer help to another student, regardless of their house. I admire that about you,” he says with a smile. 

He thinks for another moment and speaks again. “How about this,” he explains. “There is a big enough table in your common room for you and your friends. How would you like to eat your meals there instead of the great hall? Your friends can join you, of course. You can eat your meals there in peace and just join the rest of the school when you feel comfortable enough.”

“That would be amazing, professor,” I say surprised. “But I would hate to burden you or the elves. I know nobody thinks about them, but I do. They already have so much on their plate: starting the fires, cleaning, and warming the beds on top of everything else. I would hate to add on to that.”

“I think it is a beautiful thing that you think of them,” he smiles. “You’re right. They are often overlooked. But I assure you, with your permission, of course, that when I explain the situation to them, they will be happy to help. Especially Dobby. As I hear, you have gotten quite close with the elf?” 

I chuckle and nod. “Yes, Dobby is wonderful. He always listens to me when I need someone besides my friends to talk to. And always with hot chocolate,” I smile fondly at the memories and nod. “Yes, I would very much appreciate that. You have my permission to speak with them about it. I know I can trust you and them.” 

Dumbledore nods and smiles. “Thank you for trusting me. Forgive me for asking, but does anyone else know of your struggles? Your friends, for instance?”

“Not yet,” I shake my head. “I was going to tell them when we got back to the common room once everyone else went to bed. I know I can’t fight it alone. Part of me doesn’t want to fight it at all, if I’m being honest,” I admit nervously. “But I’m tired all the time, and it’s scary when I almost pass out,” I sigh. “I just don’t want to feel like this anymore.”

Dumbledore nods with understanding. “Yes, the battles we have within ourselves tend to be the hardest to win. But,” he points to me. “They are also the battles most worth fighting for,” he says with a smile. “There is one more thing I wanted to share with you.” 

I lean forward slightly, paying attention. “Yes, professor?” 

Dumbledore clears his throat and leans forward. “When I corresponded with your father, he mentioned that when you’re stressed, it helps for you to have your own space,” I nod in agreement. “I have made arrangements, and you will have your own dorm room this year,” my eyes widen in surprise. My own dorm?! “If, at some point, you would like to share it with Ms. Granger or Ms. Weasley, that will be your choice, and we can arrange it. But it is your choice.”

“Thank you, professor. That is very generous of you,” I smile. “I hope it wasn’t too much of a burden.”

“None at all,” he shakes his head. “You may also, if you choose, have co-ed sleepovers. You are a bright witch, and I trust your judgment,” he explains, interlocking his fingers. “But only in your dorm room, and as long as you are careful and remember to take your potions every day. You are a young woman, and I understand that you have, well, shall we say, desires, but I do not want to hear you or your friends bragging about your privileges in the halls or class,” Dumbledore says sternly.

“As you know, private co-ed gatherings in the dorms are allowed for sixth years and above, but only before eight o’clock. Should I hear you or your friends bragging about your privilege, it will be revoked. Is that understood?” he asks seriously. 

I nod profusely. “Yes, professor, I understand entirely,” I respond, trying not to jump for joy right out of my seat. 

���Very well. Now, let’s get you back to your common room, and I shall confer with the house elves about your accommodations,” he says as we rise from our seats and walk out of his office. “Your dorm will be at the end of the hall, past the other girls’ dorm rooms. It’s a new door, so you can’t miss it.” 

As we walk down the corridors and up the stairs to the Gryffindor common room, he shares some of the amenities of my new dorm. I have to refrain from running ahead and telling my friends all about them as he tells me. Dumbledore also tells me how to lock and unlock my door. Apparently, my door is just like the doors to the common rooms, and once I set a password, so charm in the world will open it. Dumbledore also tells me one more surprise I’m excited to share with my friends tonight, while the rest of the school will be told in the morning. 

“Ms. Hunt, may I offer you one more piece of advice?” He asks as we reach the portrait of the fat lady. 

“Of course, professor,” I answer him. 

“In the course of my many years, I have heard a lot of foul rumors. Some about myself. The one thing I’ve noticed about all of them is that they are almost always false, and all from people who simply don’t understand or won’t understand one’s situation. As hard as it may be, pay no mind or attention to the rumors we heard upon our exit from the great hall,” Dumbledore tells me as he places a hand gently on my shoulder. “People tend to create such horrible things to say to cope with their internal issues. Not a single one I heard tonight defines you.”

“Thank you, sir. That does make me feel a bit better,” I tell him truthfully. 

“Of course,” he nods with a smile. “Goodnight, Ms. Hunt,” he says, turning away. 

“Um, professor?” I call after him.

“Yes?” He asks, turning to face me again. 

I smirk and point to the common room door. “I don’t have the password.”

Dumbledore chuckles and shakes his head. “Of course, my apologies. The password is ‘Fortuna Major.” 

I nod and Dumbledore turns and walks away as I turn back to the door. “Fortuna Major,” I tell the fat lady. She nods, and the doorway opens, allowing me to pass through. 

I walk into the common room and see my friends and the twins all waiting for me on the couches by the fire. Other than that, the common room is empty. Everyone else is probably still at the feast, given the fact that it doesn’t end for another hour. That, or they’re in their dorms, unpacking and settling in. When they see me, they all jump up excitedly. I walk over to Fred and George, giving them a big hug. 

“Are you alright?” George asks me as he kisses the top of my head. 

“Yes. He just wanted to talk to me about what I need to talk to all of you about,” I tell him as I pull back. “Also,” I smirk. “I got my own dorm room.” 

“What?!” They all ask in shock. 

“You lucky witch! How’d you manage that?” Ginny asks in surprise. 

“So that’s what the new door is for! Nobody could figure out how to open it,” Hermione laughs. 

“Yeah, I’m the only one who can unless someone has my password. I guess my dad and Dumbledore talked, and they decided that with everything going on, I should have my own space,” I explain as everyone still looks at me in shock. “So…” I smile wide. “You guys want to come check it out with me?” I ask them all excitedly. 

“Um, yes!” Hermione says excitedly as we start to walk toward the stairs. 

I turn around when I notice that the boys aren’t following us. “You guys coming?” I ask with a raised brow. 

They look at each other, and George scratches the top of his head. “Uh, it’s after eight, baby. No boys can be up there.” 

“Yeah, but we’ll wait here until you’re ready to talk,” Fred says with a look of disappointment. 

I smirk as I look at them. “Well, then, I guess it’s a good thing that my dorm is co-ed twenty-four-seven,” I smile wide. 

The boys look at me like I just sprouted seven heads. “What? Seriously?” George asks in shock. 

“How’d you swing that?” Ron asks in equal shock. 

I shrug my shoulders and smile. “I guess Dumbledore trusts me,” I giggle. They all immediately follow us up the stairs and to my door. “Okay, I need to think of a password so nobody except us can get in. Any ideas?” I ask our group. 

“Oo! One second, let’s make sure there’s nobody around first,” Hermione says, checking the dorms. “Okay, all clear,” she says when she comes back. 

“How about ‘butterfly’?” Ginny suggests, then shakes her head. “No, that’s too easy.” 

“How about your Mum’s maiden name? Nobody would be able to guess that,” Harry suggests next. 

“Excellent idea, Harry!” I say with a smile and turn to the door. I place my palm on the wood like Dumbledore told me to and set the password. “Password set to ‘Benson,’” I instruct the door. 

“Did it work?” Fred asks behind me. 

I shrug. “I don’t know, let’s see,” I say, gripping the door handle. “Benson,” the lock clicks, and the handle turns as I open the door. I gasp as I see my room. It’s beautiful. 

The room is huge. It’s square with the brick walls exposed. A big, four-poster queen bed is against the wall by my door, with a nightstand on both sides. A large table with a comfortable-looking chair overlooks my window, and next to it, a minifridge filled with Redbull, water bottles, and the potions I take every day. 

On the wall directly in front of my bed is a fireplace with a TV on top, filled with my favorite streaming services. In front of the fireplace, two small couches face each other, with a coffee table in the middle. On the left side of the room, a private bathroom and a wardrobe for all of my clothes. 

As we all explore my room, everyone tells me how much they love it. “And the best part?” I smile, moving to the green button by my wall. “You can all stay the night. This button summons beds, snacks, and drinks. I press it again, and they disappear,” I explain. 

“Wicked,” the twins say in sync as they sit on one of the couches. I smile and sit between them as everyone gets comfortable. 

“So, onto more serious matters,” I sigh. I need to talk to you all about something,” I tell them as my hands begin to shake. 

“You can tell us anything, y/n. We’ll listen,” Ginny says, giving me a reassuring smile.

“You’re our best mate,” Harry adds, pulling Ginny onto his lap. 

I nod and turn to look at Fred and George at my sides. “Whenever you’re ready, little one.”

I turn to look at everyone again and take a deep breath. “Please hold any questions or comments until I’m done. Because it’s a lot,” I ask everyone. Everyone nods as they wait for me to continue. I close my eyes, relax, and begin to explain. 

“So, as I’m sure you all noticed, I don’t eat a lot, or sometimes, not at all,” I take another deep breath and continue. “I have anorexia. It’s an eating disorder that causes me to starve myself. It started in my third year, and it got better in my fourth and fifth year, but it’s back,” I look down at my hands. “I’m not proud of it; as a matter of fact, I hate it,” I sniffle. “I’m just so ashamed of my body and so scared of getting fat that I can’t stop, even though I hate feeling so dizzy all of the time.”

Fred and George each take one of my hands, holding them tightly as I look back up at our friends. “I hate eating in large crowds. That’s why George and Hermione asked you guys to scoot down in the great hall. To prevent me from having to see anyone else or anyone else seeing me,” Ron covers his mouth and looks at me with a sympathetic expression. 

“I also have really bad anxiety. I take a potion for it every morning. Nobody knows because Molly would slip it into my coffee in the morning. I also carry around single servings of a stronger dose of it in case I have a bad anxiety attack. I hope you guys don’t think less of me or think I’m weird because of it. But I feel like I can trust all of you, and I feel like you won’t. It’s just hard sometimes because my anxiety tells me people will,” I finish explaining, wiping away the few tears that fall. 

Fred and George help me stand as everyone stands with them and they pull me into a big group hug. “We would never do that, y/n. You’re our best mate,” Harry reminds me. 

“Exactly. You’re like a sister to me. Hopefully soon, a sister-in-law,” Ginny adds, making all of us laugh as we pull back. 

Ron looks at me with a guilty look on his face and a tear falling from his eyes as he pulls me into a tight hug himself. “Merlin, I’m such an ass,” he sniffles. “Can you ever forgive me?” 

“Of course, I can, Ron,” I assure him as I pat his back before I pull back. “None of you knew.”

“Thank you for telling us,” Hermione says as she hugs me. “I’ll do some research, and I’m sure we can find a way to help you beat this.” 

I giggle as I pull back. “Thanks, ‘Mione. I can always count on you and your research,” I giggle. And turn to Fred and George, seeing them crying. They rarely cry, if ever at all. 

“I’m sorry if this is all too much,” I go to apologize, but before I can finish, they pull me into their chests, hugging me between them in my safe space. 

“Don’t you even think about finishing that sentence,” Fred tells me as he sniffles and kisses the top of my head. 

“You’re never too much, baby. We will always be here for you,” George assures me. They pull back and wipe my tears that started to fall again and kiss my cheeks. “Always,” George says as he looks into my eyes. 

I put my arms around their waists as they drape their arms over my shoulders when I turn back to our friends. “I have one more surprise,” I smile. “Dumbledore is giving everyone the day off tomorrow as a mental health day. He said he wants everyone to just relax and have an extra day on the grounds before school starts. So, I was thinking we break in my new room with a good old-fashioned sleepover.”

Everyone cheers, and I turn back to Fred and George. “You guys still have those bottles of Firewhiskey?” I ask, biting my lower lip with a smile. 

“Oh, baby,” George smirks and leans on my shoulder. “We have bottles for days,” he flirts, kissing my cheek. 

“Okay, but we need to be careful because Dumbledore said nobody else can know that you all are allowed in here after eight,” I warn him. 

“Here,” Harry says to Fred and George, reaching into his bag and pulling out his invisibility cloak. “Take this to go grab ‘em. Will you grab Ron and I pajamas, too? The four of us won’t fit under there,” he says, handing the cloak to Fred. 

“No problem, mate,” Fred says, taking the cloak from Harry and turning to me, kissing me deeply. “Be right back, little one,” he says with a wink. 

“I’ll come with you. I’ll hold the clothes while you hold the bottles,” George says to Fred before kissing me. “Back soon, darling,” he says with a smile as he gets under the cloak with Fred, and they sneak out of my dorm. 

“So,” I walk over to the green button on the wall and face my friends. “Should we press the button?” I ask with a smile. 

“Yes! But we should probably move the table and couches first, get them out of the way,” Hermione mentions. 

“Good point,” I agree. We push the couches out of the way and push the coffee table to the end of my bed, clearing the floor for whatever kind of beds pop up. “Alright,” I say with a smile as we finish, and I walk back over to the button. “Here goes nothing,” I say as I press the button. 

We gasp as two beds appear in front of the fireplace, adorned with pillows and fluffy-looking comforters. The table by the window magically fills with snacks and drinks. Chips, dips, cookies, pumpkin pasties, two liters of soda, a jug of pumpkin juice, and a kettle with hot chocolate. 

“Merlin, y/n. This is officially the coolest room I have ever seen in this castle,” Ginny squeals excitedly. 

“Um,” Hermione says with a blush. “Didn’t you say there would be the right number of beds for guests?” Hermione asks shyly as she looks at the two beds. 

I shrug. “Well, Dumbledore said couples were allowed, so maybe there’s a bed for each of you,” I suggest. “The magic probably knows you’re with Ron and that Ginny is with Harry.”

“If you’re not comfortable, Hermione, Harry, and I can take one, and you and Ginny can have the other,” Ron says, giving Hermione a reassuring smile. 

Hermione kisses his cheek and smiles. “It’s okay, I don’t mind. I was just curious,” Hermione says with a blush. 

“Cool, because I, for one, want to sleep with my boyfriend,” Ginny smiles and kisses Harry as he wraps an arm around his waist. 

My bedroom door opens and closes, looking empty until Fred and George remove the cloak, already dressed in pajamas, holding two bottles of Firewhiskey and pajamas for Rona and Harry. “Only two extra beds?” George asks as he hands Harry and Ron their pajamas. 

“The magic knows they’re together,” I quickly explain as Fred sets the bottles down on the table. 

“Oo, so we get to sleep with our girlfriend, too?” Fred flirts, wrapping an arm around my waist and dipping me. 

I giggle and kiss him. “Easy, tiger. Nobody is getting laid tonight.”

Fred lifts me back up and spins me in his arms to George, who catches me and sways. “Hey, no complaints here,” he says before leaning into my ear. “For tonight at least, baby.” 

“Just know you’re never getting rid of us now,” Fred says with a wink as he appears at George’s side. 

I laugh and roll my eyes. “Oh, no. Whatever will I do?” I ask in a flirty and sarcastic tone. 

For hours, we drink, eat, play cards and wizard chess, and eventually put on a movie as we all lay down. We all put on ‘Zombieland’ and mostly laugh at it. After the movie, our friends are knocked out hard, and I lay down between Fred and George on my bed, stretching my arms over my head as they wrap their arms around my waist. 

Fred leans in and kisses that sweet spot right behind my ear, making me hum in pleasure. “Can you be quiet for us, little one?” He asks flirtily, drawing lazy circles on my lower stomach. 

“Why do you ask, Freddie?” I ask, loving their touches. 

Fred and George look at each other and smirk before looking at me again. “We know you said ‘no fucking,’ but we want to finger you,” George says, biting his lower lip. 

I think about it for a moment, just the thought getting me wet. “What about the others?” I ask, not saying no.

Fred leans over the edge of the bed and lays back down next to me. “They’re passed out. We may or may not have put a sleeping potion in the bottle they were drinking from,” Fred says with a wink. “As long as you don’t get too loud, they won’t wake up.” 

I nod my head and bite my lower lip as Fred and George rub my thighs, making me clench them together. Maybe I’m crazy, but after all the teasing today, I need a release. “And you two are okay with not going all the way?” I ask, double-checking. 

“Completely,” they whisper together with devious smirks. 

“Plus, you deserve a reward after today,” George says, kissing my neck as his fingers trail up the inner part of my thigh, making them fall open on their own. 

“Mm, okay,” I hum softly. “I’m in.” 

“That’s our good girl,” Fred praises. “Just lay your pretty little head back and relax while we take care of you.” 

George quietly pulls back the covers and positions himself between my thighs. His fingers graze over my skin as he moves up the waistband of my sleep shorts, setting off sparks wherever he touches. He pulls down my shorts and panties, and his tongue pokes out to lick his bottom lip. “Mm, fuck. She’s glistening, Fred,” he smirks and looks at Fred next to me. 

Fred leans down to look at my pussy, making me blush as a low groan escapes his chest. “So wet for us, huh, little one?” 

I whimper with need at their words as Fred moves back to lean over me from my side. “Yes,” I moan softly as George swipes one finger painfully slow between my folds. 

Fred removes my shirt, leaving me bare before them. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he praises me as he leans down and takes one of my nipples into his mouth, drawing another small moan from my lips. 

George rubs slow circles around my sensitive clit as he slides one finger, then another, inside of me. “So tight and wet,” George praises. 

“Fuck, yes, just like that,” I moan as George starts to thrust his fingers in and out faster.

 “You like that, little one?” Fred asks as he switches nipples, pinching and rolling the one he was just sucking. 

“Yes, mm, I love it,” I moan, rolling my hips to meet George’s fingers. He pulls them out, making me whimper at the loss until I feel him shift, and his tongue meets my clit, licking and sucking on it as he slides two fingers back into me, curling and thrusting them in a delicious rhythm. “God, yes, George,” I moan, my back arching. 

George moans against my clit as his arm wraps around my hip and thigh, holding me in place. “You taste fucking devine,” he groans. 

Fred swallows my moans as he kisses me deeply, taking my bottom lip between his teeth. “Fred,” I moan softly when he pulls back. “I want to suck your cock,” I whimper against his lips. 

Fred chuckles darkly against my lips. “Is that so, little one?” he asks. I nod my head with another moan as George sucks my clit again. “How do you ask?” Fred teases me. 

“Freddie, please,” I moan softly, one of my hands moving down to clutch George’s hair as he laps at my clit and thrusts his fingers inside of me faster. 

Fred sits up, pulling down his pajama pants and boxers, freeing his long and hard cock. My mouth waters at the large size of it. I part my lips, sticking out my tongue to accept his cock in my mouth as he slides it in. “Fuck, you look so good with my cock in your mouth, little one,” Fred praises me. “Doesn’t she, George?” He turns and asks George with a groan as I take him deeper. 

“Like a fucking vision, Fred,” George says breathily before going back to my clit, flicking it fast with his tongue and making me mewl around Fred’s cock. 

I take his cock deeper in my throat, swallowing around him and hollowing my cheeks to create more suction as I bob my head up and down his long shaft. “Yes, just like that,” he moans, tilting his head back. “Fuck, switch me, George. I need to taste her now,” Fred groans. 

“Mm, don’t mind if I do,” George groans as he withdraws his fingers, and they switch places, making me whimper. 

“Needy, aren’t we, little one?” Fred teases me as he settles between my thighs and licks a long, slow line from my entrance to my clit. I hum and nod my head, making him smirk. “Guess we better take care of you then,” he winks and plunges his tongue into my entrance. 

I gasp as my back arches, and I grab the sheets of my bed. “Shh, don’t want to wake anyone,” George chuckles as he leans down and kisses me deeply, letting me taste myself on his tongue. “Mm, you want to suck my cock too, baby?” George asks me as he bites my lower lip. 

“Yes, Georgie, fuck, I want it,” I moan as he pulls down his pants and boxers. I grasp George’s cock, taking it into my mouth as Fred’s tongue moves to my clit and his fingers thrust into me harshly, making me whimper. 

“My God, you taste so good,” Fred groans against my clit, adding a perfect amount of vibration. My thighs attempt to clamp together around his head as I moan, taking George further down my throat. Fred forces them back open and thrusts three fingers inside of me. “Keep your fucking legs open,” he demands. The roughness of his hands, the demanding voice, and his sinfully skilled fingers only drive me closer and closer to the edge. 

I pull back off of George’s cock, stroking his cock and taking a breath of air. “Fuck, I’m going to cum,” I moan pathetically as my legs begin to shake. 

George thrusts his cock back into my mouth, gathering my hair in his hand and holding my head still as he starts to fuck my throat. “Good girl, cum for us, baby,” he moans, biting his lower lip. 

“Cum on my face like our good little slut,” Fred orders as he flicks my clit with his tongue faster and thrusts his fingers into me harder, curling his fingers and hitting that perfect spot inside of me. 

I force myself to take George in my throat all the way to his base, gagging around him as my orgasm starts to crest. “God, yes. Swallow my fucking cum, baby,” George moans as his cock twitches in my throat. My legs begin to shake uncontrollably as George spills himself down my throat, sending me right over the edge myself. His cock barely contains my moans as Fred holds my hands down at my sides, riding me through my orgasm with his devilish tongue as I swallow every drop of his twin’s cum. 

When George pulls himself out of my throat, he kisses me harshly, not caring about tasting himself on my lips. I pull back with a gasp as I look down at Fred. “Freddie, I want you to cum down my throat, too,” I plead. I had only just cum, and I already need more. 

Fred smirks and bites his lip as he comes up to my other side. “Your wish is my command. Open up, little one,” he instructs me as he presses his cock to my lips. “Fuck, that mouth,” Fred groans as I take him to the base, and he grips my hair tight. 

George’s fingers find their way back to my sensitive clit, rubbing circles around the tender nub. “I want you to be a good girl and cum for us again. Can you do that for us, baby?” he teases as his fingers slide to my entrance and back to my clit. I nod against Fred’s cock, and he harsh;y pulls me off of his cock by my hair, making me whimper. 

“He asked you a question. Use your words, little one. Are you going to be our good girl?” Fred asks in a low, demanding voice that makes me fucking feral. 

“Yes,” I hiss as he pulls my hair harder, only making me more wet. 

“Yes, what?” He groans, his cock twitching as the tip drips with pre-cum. 

“Yes, I’ll be your good girl,” I answer, sticking out my tongue and licking the slit on his cock where his pre-cum is dripping.

Fred hisses, and a low growl comes from his throat. “That’s our good girl,” George praises as he thrusts three fingers into my entrance, as his thumb rubs my clit. “Such a good little slut for us. Cum all over my fingers, baby,” George moans as my legs begin to shake. 

Fred pulls me off of his cock again. “Who’s good little girl, are you?” He teases me. 

“Yours and Georgie’s,” I moan softly. 

“That’s fucking right,” Fred groans as he thrusts himself inside of my mouth again and starts to fuck my throat. I feel myself come undone as Fred cums down my throat, shooting hot, salty ropes of cum down my throat, holding my head still as he gives me every drop. I feel my walls clench around George’s fingers, moaning and whimpering pathetically around Fred’s cock. 

When Fred pulls himself from my throat, he grabs my throat and slams his lips to mine as George fixes his pants and puts my shorts and panties back on, leaving soft, gentle kisses up my legs. “Woman, you’re going to be the death of me,” Fred whispers against my lips. 

“I could say the same to you two,” I whisper back as George lays back down next to me. 

Fred chuckles and sits me up, sliding my shirt back on and laying down on my other side. “You good, baby?” George asks me, drawing lazy circles on my hips. 

I smile and nod as I look at him. “So good,” I say quietly as Fred runs his fingers through my hair. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard in my life,” I giggle. 

Fred chuckles and kisses my neck softly. “You say that now, little one. Just wait until we get our cocks buried inside of you.” 

“We’ll wear you out,” George flirts with a wink. 

“Mm,” I hum, satisfied as I close my eyes and yawn. “Can’t wait.”

“Goodnight, beautiful,” Fred says, kissing me good night. 

“Goodnight, Freddie,” I say against his lips. 

George tilts my face to him, holding my chin with his thumb and forefinger. “Goodnight, my love.” 

“Goodnight, Georgie,” I say, kissing him just before sleep pulls me under with their arms wrapped around my waist.

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Last friday night...

Warnings: implied smut, general slytherin chaos, mention of drinking, mention of threesomes.

Summary: Based on Last Friday Night by Katy Perry. Things get a little wild after the Slytherins win a match.

"There's a stranger in my bed." I say walking into the common room. "WHAT?" Astoria squeals. "Oi! There's a pounding in my head." Pansy groans. "There's glitter all over the room, girls." Theo notes coming down from the boy's dorm. "Pink flamingos in the lake." "I smell like a minibar." Theo comments sniffing himself. "Enzo's passed out in the yard." Pansy laughs looking out of the window. "Blaise came down from Pansy's room." Astoria giggles. "is this a hickey or a bruise?" I ask looking in the mirror. "Hickey." Mattheo says quietly. His hand comes to my hip, "That one's a bruise." "Pictures of last night ended up in the prophet." "I'm screwed." Draco groans. "Oh, well." Theo says. "It's a blacked out blur, but I'm pretty sure it ruled." Damn "Yeah, we danced on tabletops" Blaise says "And we took too many shots." Pansy says still holding her head. "Think we kissed, but I forgot." I say to Mattheo. "We did a lot more than kiss." He laughs running a hand along my back softly. "Yeah, we spent all of your money, Draco." Pansy says. "And got kicked out of the halls "So we hit the quidditch pitch." "We went streaking in the fields" "Skinny-dipping in the lake." "Then had a ménage à trois." Enzo says stumbling in. "Yeah, I think we broke the law," I laugh. "Always say we're gonna stop." Theo comments. "Never." We all laugh. I now notice Mattheo's arm around my waist and the pounding in my head. "So you two, huh?" Enzo nudges us. "Oh shove off." Mattheo says smiling arm still wrapped tightly around my waist.

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ideas for human names for ii contestants either in alternate universe or post-canon !!

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lightbulb - lottie

paintbrush - parker

fan - finn

test tube - tessa

yinyang - yinyang still ^.^

tissues - tristan

cherries - cerise

marshmallow - marsha

apple - april

baseball - bryce

nickel - nick(obv)

suitcase - casey

balloon - blaise

trophy - tanner 

microphone - michelle / mic

knife - keegan

soap - sophie

cheesy - charlie

lifering - levi

clover - colette

cabby - tabitha / tabby

bot - bot still ^.^

candle - camille

silver spoon - sydney

tea kettle - thea katy / tk

paper - paige

oj - jay

bomb - bowie

salt - sadie

pepper - paisley

pickle - pierce

bow - beau

taco - talia

[sheeple]

Miracles don't exist | 29: Sectumsempra

Genre(s): Riddle!reader / Slytherin!reader / kinda slowburn / little happy moments Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x Reader / Harry Potter x Riddle!reader Summary: Being the Dark Lord's daughter and raised under the strict supervision of the Malfoy's is no easy life. Especially if you start crushing on your father's arch-nemesis, Harry Potter. And that while being engaged to one of his follower’s sons. Warning(s): Bathroom scene / blood / talk about dying [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist] [Playlist]

Time passes by easily with Theodore by your side. Before you know it, the temperature outside is slowly rising. The days are spent outside, on a blanket wearing Theo’s hoodie and his head on your lap. 

Hermione has also been spending a lot more time with you. She and Ron are not on speaking terms since he has gotten into a relationship with a girl you're not bothering to learn her name. Because if Hermione dislikes her, by extension so do you. And Theodore. It's the golden rule of friendship.

Harry's been too occupied with whatever he is doing with Dumbledore and that potions book he's always carrying around. Hermione has been complaining about it, how dangerous it is and that he doesn't know if this Half-Blood Prince is even trustworthy.

And Draco... He has looked worse for wear. The Dark Lord has been hammering about the importance of Draco's mission and he's scared to fail. He's getting desperate.

You look over to the brown-haired boy next to you, your head resting on your hands. He's dutifully studying, quill scribbling away some notes for a test you're supposed to take tomorrow.

"You're starring", mumbles Theo without lifting his eyes off the paper.

You shuffle closer to him, keeping your eyes on him. "Am I not allowed to look at you?"

He gives you a playful look and bumps his knee against yours. He looks at the other side of the Great Hall, towards the Golden trio. "Have you heard what happened to Weasley?"

That makes you look over. Something must have happened because Hermione and Ron are sitting next to each other again while his girlfriend is nowhere in sight. "No?"

Theo pushes his parchment away, fully turning his attention towards you. "Apparently he got poisoned by Professor Slughorn. He and Potter were in the professor's office and got something to drink and Weasley almost died. He also broke up with Lavender in his sleep."

"I didn't know you were so into Hogwarts gossip", you say, eyebrows raised.

He crosses his arms over each other. "I don't. Blaise and Enzo however won't shut up at night and it's driving me mad." He runs his hands over his face and lets them rest in his hair.

You hum, resting your cheek against his arm. "Why don't you come hang out in my room, Teddy? My roommates bring their boyfriends over all the time."

He glances at you through his fingers. "I've tried. But the stairs only allow boys in the girl's dormitories if a girl accompanies them."

You feel your cheeks heat up. "You've tried?"

Theodore pulls you closer to him by your knees, draping them over his legs. He lays a hand on your back so you can sit comfortably. "Believe me, baby, I've tried many different times and methods. Even with a broom the castle somehow finds a way to stop me..."

He pecks your lips and you giggle, pushing his face away and looking around if someone's looking.

And as your eyes are scanning around you spot Katie Bell walking in with her friend, a nervous look on her face as people whisper and point at her. Multiple people go up to her, hugging her and whatnot. 

“Holy shit, Teddy.” You nod towards the Gryffindor girl who was cursed a couple of weeks ago. “I didn’t know she was released from St Mungo’s.”

Theo whips his head around and looks at the girl. "I didn't even know she was sent to St Mungo's."

"Guess Blaise and Enzo don't know everything." You poke your tongue out with a smile. Theo rolls his eyes, doing the same.

Behind Theodore, you see Draco entering the Great Hall. He stops in his tracks as he sees Katie Bell talking with Harry. He looks scared and guilty. He turns around and hurries out of the Great Hall.

"I have to check up on Draco", you say hurriedly, pressing a kiss against Theo's cheek and haste after your cousin. You find him in a bathroom, his tie discarded on the floor as he rocks himself back and forth. Water is running as your eyes meet.

He turns around and begins to sob. You rush towards him and embrace him, letting him clutch your blouse as he cries. 

"I know what you did, Malfoy. You cursed her, didn't you?"

The two of you turn around at the sudden sound of Harry's voice. He stands at the entrance of the toilets. You quickly push Draco behind you, your hand on your wand.

You want to say, "you don't know what you're talking about, Harry", but before you finish your sentence, Draco's throwing a spell over your shoulder at the bespectacled boy.

You let out a yelp as Harry bearly dodges the spell and Draco pulls you towards the stalls. You press yourself against the wall, your chest raising rapidly. Draco drops to his knees and aims at Harry, who sends one back.

Multiple toilets explode, flooding the room. Your shoes and socks are drenched and you can barely think straight. You run towards the exit. But through a mirror you see Harry approach your cousin, who's not aware Harry has rounded the stall to the other side.

In an act of pure desperation, you push Draco away from Harry's incoming hex and it hits you instead.

You fall to the ground, the feeling of invisible swords slashing your face and body has you rasping and gasping for air. Your back and hair are drenched with water as you lay limply on the ground. 

A pair of hands press against the gushing wounds as your head rolls to the side, eyes drooping as you watch the foggy windows. Draco cries above you, begging you to stay awake while he yells for help.

You've always suspected that you would die young. That someone discovered who your father is and that they would take revenge. Or that you would die at the hands of Voldemort. But you never expected it to be on the drenched tiles of the boy's bathroom, Draco weeping and begging.

A dark blob appears above your dwindling field of vision. You search for Draco, to see if the curse hit him too. But as you turn your head, you see Harry Potter backing away from you, his blue eyes focused on your slowly dying body. You see him run out of the bathroom before you close your eyes for a final time, welcoming the darkness.

You don't remember much between passing out in the puddle of your own blood to waking up in the Hospital Wing. Only two red-rimmed brown eyes, tucking you in.

When you finally wake, your body is sore. Your limbs ache and it hurts to breathe. You groan as you move, and immediately a pair of hands are helping you sit up, fluffing your pillow. Squeezing your eyes shut, you feel around for a familiar pair of hands. 

"Teddy?" Your voice is hoarse and your throat feels like sandpaper. You cough and a glass of water gets brought up to your lips. Drinking much hurts and you push the glass away. "What happened?"

"Potter hit you with some curse that was meant for Draco. Luckily, Professor Snape could somewhat reverse the damage." He lifts up your blouse and a range of slashing scars adorn your stomach and presumably also your chest and arms. "You're pretty face is luckily fine."

Theodore comes into your view as he goes to sit on the hospital bed. A gasp leaves your lips as his eye sports a blooming bruise and his lip is split. He cradles your face and brings his forehead against yours. "You should see the other guy", he whispers before you have the chance to ask.

You grab his hand and he hisses. Theo's knuckles are busted up and bleeding again. He pulls his hand away from yours and wipes the blood on his trousers. "Don't you worry, okay? I've dealt with it and you're safe."

Looking away, your eyes travel across the infirmary. You and Theodore are the only ones, an oil lamp burns on the desk of the matron and gives the only source of light — outside of the sudden lighting that gives the large room an eerie look.

"Will you stay with me?", you whisper, glancing up at Theo. His eyes are focused on the windows displaying the storm clouds. You reach out and pull him towards you, into the small bed. The two of you get comfortable — Theo under you while your legs tangle together. Your face is in the crook of his neck and his arms are tightly wrapped around your body.

"Hermione came to visit just before dinner."

You turn your head upwards and raise your eyebrows.

"She was worried about you. And quite furious at Harry."

You say nothing, fiddling anxiously with the hospital covers. You don't know what to say, or how to feel. Only a heavy feeling fills your chest at the thought of Harry. You've never felt it before and it makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up straight.

Theodore studies you, how you cautiously look around, like you're in search of something. Something that will hurt you.

He sigh, pulling you closer to him — if that even was possible. He rests his head on top of yours, saying nothing but his message isn't lost. He tells you you're safe with him, and you know it. You feel it. And it relaxes you. Slightly.

Just as the two of you lull into sleep, the door of the infirmary gets blasted open. Theodore is immediately out of bed, his wand pointed towards the intruder.

Nothing would have prepared you for the utter shock of seeing Bellatrix Lestrange, Fenrir Grayback and a bunch of other Death Eaters standing in between the splinters of the blown-apart door.

"Hello, daughter." 

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… to @bcacstuff and her Anon who said

Looks like Cait is on an interesting path in HW not just as member of The Academy of Motion Pictures and actress but also making things work in this industry from BTS.

ACADEMY REVEALS 2024 NICHOLL SCREENWRITING FELLOWS

Posted: Monday, September 30, 2024

LOS ANGELES, CA – Four individuals and one writing team have been selected as recipients of the 2024 Academy Nicholl Fellowships in Screenwriting. Each individual and writing team will receive a $35,000 prize and mentorship from an Academy member throughout their fellowship year. They also will participate in a week of virtual seminars, a virtual meet and greet with the Nicholl Fellowships committee, and in-person networking events, including a celebration in Beverly Hills on October 29. The Nicholl Fellowships were established in 1985 through the support of Gee Nicholl in memory of her husband, Don Nicholl.

The 2024 Nicholl Fellows are (listed alphabetically by author):

Alysha Chan and David Zarif (Los Angeles, CA), “Miss Chinatown”

Jackie Yee follows in her mother’s footsteps on her quest to win the Los Angeles Miss Chinatown pageant.

Colton Childs (Waco, TX), “Fake-A-Wish”

Despite their forty-year age gap, and the cancer treatment confining them to their small Texas town, two gay men embark on a road trip to San Francisco to grant themselves the Make-A-Wish they’re too old to receive.

Charmaine Colina (Los Angeles, CA), “Gunslinger Bride”

With a bounty on her head, a young Chinese-American gunslinger poses as a mail order bride to hide from the law and seek revenge for her murdered family.

Ward Kamel (Brooklyn, NY), “If I Die in America”

After the sudden death of his immigrant husband, an American man’s tenuous relationship with his Muslim in-laws reaches a breaking point as he tries to fit into the funeral they’ve arranged in the Middle East. Adapted from the SXSW® Grand Jury-nominated short film of the same name.

H (West Chester, PA), “The Superb Lyrebird & Other Creatures”

A neurodivergent teen who envisions people as animated creatures, battles an entitled rival for a life-changing art scholarship, while her sister unwisely crosses the line to help.

A total of 5,500 scripts, from 80 countries, were submitted for the 2024 competition.

The 2024 finalists are (listed alphabetically by author):

Kelly Beck-Byrnes, “Where the Boxelders Grow”

Tate Hamilton, “Delivery Girl”

Jamie Murphy, “Lights over Idaho”

Adele Smaill, “No Ghosts Tonight”

Justine Suh, “Deep”

The five fellowships are awarded with the understanding that recipients will complete feature-length screenplays during their fellowship year. The Academy acquires no rights to the works of Nicholl fellows and does not involve itself commercially in any way with their completed scripts.

The Academy Nicholl Fellowships Committee is chaired by Julie Lynn (Producers Branch). The members of the committee are Aldis Hodge and Caitríona Balfe (Actors Branch); Julien Thuan (Artist Representatives); Susan Shopmaker and Academy governor Kim Taylor-Coleman (Casting Directors Branch); Andrzej Bartkowiak (Cinematographers Branch); Allison Anders (Directors Branch); Bruce Hendricks and Marcus Hu (Executives Branch); Blaise Noto (Marketing and Public Relations Branch); Jason Michael Berman, Susan Cartsonis, Julia Chasman and Linda Reisman (Producers Branch); Sue Chan (Production Design Branch); Bobbi Banks (Sound Branch); and Destin Daniel Cretton, Susannah Grant, Ehren Kruger, Adele Lim, Justin Marks, Zak Penn and Katie Silberman (Writers Branch).

The global competition, which aims to identify and encourage talented new screenwriters, has awarded 186 fellowships since 1986. In 2024, several past Nicholl fellows added to their feature film and television credits:

Aaron Chung is a staff writer on Apple+’s “WondLa.”

Elizabeth Chomko directed the docuseries “Martin Scorsese Presents: The Saints.”

Eric Nazarian wrote and directed “Die like a Man.”

“Holy Irresistible” is from Andrew Shearer and Nicholas Sherman’s 2007 Nicholl-winning script.

“Interstate” is from Anthony Jaswinski’s 1997 Nicholl-winning script.

Jason Micallef is an executive producer and writer on Disney+’s “The Acolyte.”

R.J. Daniel Hanna wrote and directed two features: “Succubus” and “Hard Miles,” which he co-wrote.

For more information about the Academy Nicholl Fellowships in Screenwriting, visit oscars.org/nicholl.

Oscars Press

Brian 29 June 2022

Remember Caitríona’s latest Academy role?

[skylarstark4826]

Katie plopped onto the couch in an unladylike manner, causing Blaise to raise an eyebrow over his book. “Let me guess, your mother?”

Her only answer was a frustrated, muffled scream from behind a pillow that she’d taken from the sofa to scream into. Shutting his book, he set it aside before sitting back and waiting for the rant that he knew was coming.

Their mothers were old friends and both unbearable shrews. He knew full well how Katie felt for he often felt the same. He just hoped that she hadn’t been tag teamed by the two old women. That was when they got to be completely unbearable.

“Your mother is an intolerable witch and my mother, oh…my mother, let me tell you.” She was red in the face, her eyes ablaze. “That woman is…oh, she’s something. A menace, that’s what. Menace to my life. She needs a hobby that doesn’t include marrying me off, that’s what she needs.

That or a good, stiff-“

“I get it,” he cut her off. “Unbearable witches. Who does she want you to marry today? Not Malfoy I hope?”

Katie gave him a ‘look’. “Seriously? Even she knows better-Malfoy? Seriously?!”

Not only had he oh yeah, tried to kill her, but he was the most annoying, whiny prat on the planet.

“Seriously?”

Blaise smiled, she was annoyed. She was most amusing when she was annoyed.

“All right then, who?”

She rolled her eyes in his direction before giving him a ‘who do you think’ look.

Blaise’s mouth went agape for a moment before laughing. “They can’t be on this again?” Their mothers were convinced that since neither one of their children could keep a mate that they were destined to be a match, or some crap. He wasn’t sure what went on in their minds and he didn’t want to know.

“Oh, but they are.”

Katie lay back on the sofa, pillow over her face. Another frustrated scream came from her direction and he sighed, putting his feet up on his desk.

“Maybe we should…you know, get married? They’d leave us alone, we could ban them from the manor, let them live together and annoy each other for once.”

The pillow slowly came off of her face.

“What?” Her tone of voice did not bode well.

“I’m just saying, would it be so horrible to marry someone that you at least enjoyed being around? Trying to find someone to spend your life with is long, tedious, wasteful work. What’s the harm in settling for someone you can tolerate?”

She was suitable for him. He wasn’t sure if he could see himself having sex with her, but she was a better choice than most of them women that his mother threw his way.

“You can’t be serious? A marriage of convenience then? God, you sound worse than my mother, Blaise.”

“I take that as a ‘no’?”

“Take that as a ‘hell no’. When I get married, it will be because…because…because that person makes the room stop. Because when they’re near me, my skin tingles. Because I can’t live without them. Not because my mother wants me to. I deserve more than that. You deserve more than that. Stop being absurd. I’m heading to the pub, you coming?”

Blaise shook his head. “You go on. I’ll catch up.”

He watched her leave and shook his head, a small smile on his face.

“She said ‘no’, you can stop listening now!” He called, knowing that his mother was eavesdropping somewhere, or an elf was doing it for her.

Standing, Blaise followed Katie’s path, grinning to himself at the absurdity of his mother.

[pupsmailbox]

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[reguluswife28]

Hi hi!!!

I have a request for Blaise if he finds out you have a really good singing voice

Warnings: none! Just fluff!

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Songbird

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Blaise and I sat in the common room with the rest of our friends joking and laughing around before we got ready for the Slytherin karaoke party we were throwing. We were tired of regular parties so Pansy came up with the idea of a karaoke centered party.

“We should start setting up now.” Mattheo said and we all nodded agreeing. Pansy and I got the speakers and microphones set up while the boys got the drinks and everything ready.

“Are you going to sing, ma?” Blaise asked coming up behind me snaking his arm around my waist.

“I’m singing with Pansy, yes.” I smiled leaning into his touch.

“Can’t wait to hear it.” He told me.

I hadn’t actually sang in front of anyone before so Blaise had never heard me sing. I’d like to say I have a good singing voice but others may think differently.

Soon the party started making Blaise and I separate cause he went up to sing first. I stood next to Pansy clapping and laughing with her as Blaise and Draco started singing Hot N Cold by Katy Perry. After they were done others went up and the karaoke party was a hit.

Soon it was mine and Pansy’s turn. “Put on best song ever by One Direction.” I told Theo as we grabbed mics and went to the little area where the karaoke singing took place.

It started and Pansy and I looked at each other smiling as she started. “Maybe it’s the way she walked. Straight into my heart and stole it. Through the doors and past the guards. Just like she already owned it.” She sung as we wrapped our arms around each others shoulders enjoying ourselves.

“I said ‘can you give it back to me’. She said ‘never in your wildest dreams’.” I sang and we both sang the rest together.

Soon enough Zayn’s high note was coming up and that was for me to sing. “Cause we danced all night to the best song ever.” I said hitting the high note then finishing the song with Pansy and at the end everyone clapped for us.

Blaise came over to me after I put my mic down picking me up and spinning me around with the biggest grin ever.

“My girl can sing. Can’t you, songbird?” He bragged as he set me down and I laughed hugging him joyfully. “Yeah, yeah. I guess I can.” I blushed still smiling.

We kissed then pulled apart staying with each other throughout the rest of the party even singing together once.

Overall the night was a great night and we were definitely doing this again.

[saintsenara]

harry/katie bell

george/lee jordan

ginny/blaise zabini

ron/demelza robbins

hermione/parvati

thank you very much for the ask, anon!

katie bell/harry potter

harry marching up to her after she's been in hospital for literally months so he can fish for info on draco malfoy isn't exactly giving stable, long-term relationship, i fear.

[nor is it giving attracted to women.]

lee jordan/george weasley

yes, without hesitation. i back the hurt/comfort potential of lee gently putting george - and the shop - back together following the end of the war with my life.

ginny weasley/blaise zabini

as we know - because pansy airs him to the entire carriage for fun and profit - blaise canonically thinks ginny's a cracker, and he does an extremely bad job of pretending otherwise. "i wouldn't touch a filthy little blood traitor like that whatever she looked like" is it? ok! but you would!

ginny gets in a little mid-tier read of blaise herself in canon - "yeah zabini, because you're so talented... at posing" [ginevra... come on...], which is a flop the bitchy little twink who lived in her diary would never have allowed her to get away with. insulting people is clearly ginny's preferred way of expressing affection - just look at everything she ever says to ron - so i'm going to say... she'd go there.

demelza robbins/ron weasley

ron gasses her up as having thrown a tricky penalty ball at him during the quidditch try-outs in half-blood prince, which is the highest compliment he can bestow. he's definitely clocked she's a cutie.

he does also punch her hard in the mouth a few weeks later, so i wouldn't blame demelza for very much not being into it.

hermione granger/parvati patil

immediately derailed when parvati claims, five minutes into their first date, that she saw them getting together in her tea-leaves.

[hp-hcs]

(Fine, I’ll do it my damn self: part 8 of my silly lil m! & enby! reader stories <3)

uniforms — nonbinary! blaise zabini & nonbinary! reader

tws: use of reader’s deadname, use of she/her pronouns and fem-specific language towards or about reader, use of he/him pronouns for blaise D/N = reader’s dead/given name Y/N = reader’s name

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

“Can I try on one of your uniforms?”

You look up from your book, blinking at Blaise. “What?”

“Your uniforms. Can I try one on?”

“Why…?”

He sighs loudly, crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s just an experiment, no big deal.”

You look at him quizzically for a moment longer. “Uh, sure, I guess?”

You stand up from your desk, crossing over to your armoire and pulling out one of your spare uniforms, laying it out on your bed. “Here, go wild.”

He smiles at you, running his fingers over the pleats of the skirt with surprising gentleness. “Thank you.”

You shrug, still a bit puzzled, and go back to reading your book.

~~~

“Zabini? The fuck are you wearing, man?” Theodore asks quizzically as you all sit at the Slytherin table for breakfast.

You glance up, seeing Blaise setting his bag down and smoothing out your uniform skirt, sitting down on the bench with that kind of natural grace all rich purebloods seem to have.

“It’s D/N’s,” he says smoothly with an air of haughty indifference. “I’m just borrowing it.”

“You lose a bet or something?”

“Merlin, Nott,” you roll your eyes. “He’s just expanding his wardrobe. Not a big deal.”

Theodore looks at you with an oddly thoughtful expression for a moment before shrugging. “Alright. Pass me the syrup, will ya?”

~~~

Blaise went back to his usual uniform the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that. Nearly a week from when he first asked to borrow your uniform, he tentatively knocks on the open door of your dorm room and peeks in.

“D/N?”

“Oh, hey, Blaise. What’s up?”

“Can you teach me how to put on eyeliner?”

You blink blankly for a moment before grinning. “Oh you could rock some eyeliner. C’mere.”

He grins back, bounding into your room with an unexpected amount of giddiness.

~~~

“Hey, Blaise?”

“Mhm?” He looks up from where he’s splayed out on your dorm room floor, setting his magazine—The Witch’s Weekly—down on his chest and waiting expectantly.

“Can I borrow one of your uniforms?”

“Sure,” he says, nonplussed, as he picks his magazine back up.

~~~

Theodore looks at you quizzically but says nothing as you sit down for dinner in the Great Hall wearing a boy’s uniform. When Blaise follows right behind you and sits down in his skirt, he just shakes his head a bit.

“Love today’s makeup, Zabini. Your eyeshadow game is on point.”

Blaise smiles.

“And you, L/N. I like the new hairstyle.”

You grin too.

~~~

“Pansy!” You call after her, jogging to catch up. She slows and turns around, smiling at you.

“Hey, D/N. I thought you couldn’t come to Hogsmeade?”

“Finished my essay last night.”

She nods, looping her arm through yours and marching towards your guys’ quick weekend destination, already chattering about any and all drama.

After a lull in the conversation, following a particularly juicy tidbit about Katie Bell, of all people, Pansy elbows you in the side gently.

“So what’s with the uniform? And you and Blaise, for that matter?”

“What? Nothing, I just like these uniforms better.”

“But you still wear makeup,” she points out.

“Yeah?”

“But you prefer to wear trousers?”

“So?” You ask, bristling slightly.

She pats your arm reassuringly. “No judgement, just curious. Are you trans?”

You pause.

“I’m not a boy.”

“Are you still a girl then?”

You hesitate.

“I think that’s your answer right there. Maybe you ought to talk to Professor Lupin’s spouse.”

~~~

“I’ll go make us some lunch. You can’t not eat, no matter how many tests you have to grade,” a voice says playfully but firmly as you hover uncertainly by Professor Lupin’s classroom door. You can hear footsteps from inside, then the door opens suddenly, nearly smacking you in the face.

“Oh! Sorry sweetheart, I didn’t see you there,” the culprit says apologetically.

“No worries,” you reply, a bit dazed. “I don’t suppose you’d be Tonks?”

“I am, in fact. What can I do for ya?”

“I had a bit of an odd question…” you trail off.

“Talk and walk with me, sweetheart. Do you like grilled cheese for lunch?”

~~~

“What is it called again?”

“Nonbinary,” you repeat, wringing your hands and cracking your knuckles nervously.

“Holy shit.”

“I know, right? That’s what I said! I didn’t even know that was an option!”

Blaise stands in the center of your dorm—the door locked and silencing spells up for privacy—and stares at you, mouth agape.

“Which means we’re not- there’s nothing wrong with us. There’s an actual name for it.”

“Huh,” Blaise murmurs softly.

“So what do we think? Yea or nay to they, if you will?”

“I say yea,” Blaise says with mock seriousness.

“Then it’s a unanimous decision. They it is.”

~~~

“Mx. L/N, Mx. Zabini, if you would pay attention,” Professor Snape all but snarls. “My class is more important than your discussions. Five points from Slytherin.”

“Wow, great job, guys,” Draco drawls, casting you both unamused glances.

“Hey- they started it!”

“Don’t listen to them, they started it!”

“Children, children, you’re both pretty. Stop fighting,” Pansy rolls her eyes.

“Obviously I’m pretty,” Blaise scoffs as they press their hand to their chest in a mock-offended manner.

You roll your eyes. “You wish.”

Blaise pouts, turning around in his chair to face the rest of the friend group. “Theo, Y/N’s bullying me.”

Theodore snickers. “Maybe they’re just jealous,” he suggests.

“That makes more sense,” Blaise snickers as they stick their tongue out at you.

You stick your tongue out back at them. “Hey, you can’t be mean to me! I loaned you my old uniform in the first place!”