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The BJYX Store!

Ok, it wasn’t a whole BJYX store, but it did have a BJYX section! It was an idol store, whose existence I was tipped off to by @marlo-noni. This mall (Shanghai Joy City) had two idol stores in addition to a million anime/donghua/etc stores–I’ll make separate posts for all the non-bjyx merch I saw (and bought). Both idol stores were 75% kpop but with Cpop/Cdrama sections if you looked around.

And this one had an actual shelf that was not labeled Xiao Zhan or Wang Yibo or both, but actually labeled 博君一肖 bjyxszd!

It wasn’t huge, but the fact that it’s still there five years after the Untamed aired speaks volumes about how mainstream this is.

See more under the cut!

Yes, there was a full-size (well, not quite as tall as he really is) XZ cutout next to it. :)

It had a lot of stuff that was just XZ or just WYB–photo cards (which seem VERY popular, they were like 50% of the content of both idol stores), standees, pins, etc–but also actual BJYX merchandise! Mostly fanart-based, some of which I'd seen before. This stuff was definitely not officially licensed by either of them (which makes me wonder if anything in this store besides the K-pop CDs was actually officially licensed?)

Two sets of wedding-themed fanart standees:

Also this kind of ugly/awkward pin of them... kissing? Ish?

This store (I wish I'd taken more photos of the whole store, tbh) had a ton of these double-sided posters/banners about 6"x18" for all the different idols, and in addition to individual ones for XZ and WYB they had a whole bunch of BJYX ones. They were on the shelves with the other banners, rather than in the BJYX section. I wound up buying three–the first photo is one side of each, the second photo is the other (not sure which is "front" and "back").

I'm honestly not sure what "Doll's Fate" is about on that third one. Tagging in the BJYX experts: @rainbowsky @accio-victuuri @wwx-lwj-ai-ni @bjyxobsessed any of you know what that's referring to?

The other idol store in Shanghai Joy City wasn't as explicit about the BJYX, but they did have a whole shelf just for the two of them, separate from all the other Cpop people:

All the merch was just one boy or the other, though, I couldn't find anything with both on one item, let alone explicitly shippy.

For the record, I scoured three malls in Beijing (SoShow, Xidan Joy City, and Chaoyang Joy City) and while I found various other cool merch, I could not find any dedicated idol stores in any of them. Although I will admit I didn't have time to go through Chaoyang JC as thoroughly as the others – these malls are all huge, like 8-11 stories!

Bonus #1: This eyeglasses kiosk that was right outside the bjyx store knew exactly what it was doing:

Bonus #2: Can you believe they just happened to be playing Wu Ming when I was browsing the BJYX merch? It's not surprising that they were playing music by the idols they sold, but the fact that they just happened to play one of Yibo's songs in the 15 or so minutes I was there was amazing.

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1400 follower character celebration!

Hey guys I just want to say a thanks to all of you guys following me! Idk why you are but thanks!

It’s really so awsome and amazing. Just aaa I never thought I would get to this point! I only got tumblr just 5 months ago and now we are hear jsksjkxjsjkd. I’m just gonna do a short celebration this time because I don’t have much time with school and stuff :))

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Pairing: Draco x reader

Requested: Draco with a daddy kink? “My daddy will hear about this” 😈

Warnings: smut

A/N: my wrist is gonna be in a brace until school starts so I’ll try my best with typing but bare with me if posts start lagging.

Summary: Draco’s daddy kink

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Draco hadn’t known he had the kink until he started dating you

The real time was when you’d first started getting past simple kisses

Draco’s lips had grazed your sweet spot when you whimpered the word out

You could never put into words the noise that Draco had made

But it had made you throb between your legs nonetheless

You would never forget the feeling you’d gotten when he grabbed you by the neck

Making you look up at him with a growl of “say it again”

It came out as a whisper but Draco’s eyes still filled with lust

You always tried using it against him

Kissing under his ear softly in class before whispering it in his ear

It would always result in him pinning you against the wall when class was done

But that wouldn’t ever stop you from doing it

The best time you’d ever had was after your OWLS

You’d sat next to Draco during the test

Getting in any whisper you could to him

“Daddy what did you answer?”

“I need your help daddy.”

It wasn’t half of the things you said, but you could tell it was getting Draco riled up

If it weren’t for the adrenaline you were sure you would’ve slid down the wall with how hard Draco had thrown you against it

It had knocked the wind out of you but you were already breathless at the thought of what he was going to do to you

To say it was the best sex the both of you had would’ve been an understatement

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young dumb thrills

Day 26, Post #2 by @accio-broom

Title: young dumb thrills Author/Artist: accio-broom Pairing: Gryffindor pals Prompt: Studying together Rating: T Trigger Warning(s) (if any): Ron likes to swear, a lot. Also, the lads enjoy not speaking very nicely about the women in their year.

“Merlin, this potions essay is a pile of wank. I'm so fucking bored.”

Seamus snaps his book shut, his Irish lilt filling the dorm room and disturbing the peace. Until the rude intrusion, Ron had been attempting to write a Transfiguration essay on the benefits of Non-verbal spells, although he was struggling without Hermione’s usual help.

Four heads, belonging to the various bodies strewn around the place, lift from their books and parchment. The sixth-year Gryffindors throw frowns and obscenities at their friend.

“Well, it was your idea for us to do something together,” Dean comments, letting his head loll to the side to rest on his arms, his eyes closing.

“Yeah, but when I suggested it, I had a night of debauchery and booze on my mind. Not being shut up here on a Friday night.”

Ron laughs and abandons his parchment on the bedroom floor. He rolls off his tummy then wriggles into a sitting position, his back flush against his trunk. It allows him a better view of his dorm mates.

Seamus is sat up in his bed, resting against the headboard, his now shut Potions book by his feet. Dean sits in one of the window seats whilst Neville is perched next to his bedside table, crooning at his Mimbulus Mimbletonia. Harry is in one of the cosy armchairs next to the fire, switching his obsessive gaze between the Marauder’s Map and the Half-Blood Prince’s Potions book.

“Debauchery?” Ron scoffs. “What kind of stuff did you think we’d be getting up to stuck in Gryffindor tower? You tried sneaking in the Firewhisky, but you were thick enough to let Filch catch you. McGonagall has got us on lockdown because of you, and we can’t even sneak out the window for a fly ‘cos it’s pissing down outside.”

Frowning, Seamus retorts, “At least I tried. Anyways, you and Potter don’t seem to have any difficulties getting yourselves into trouble, despite the rules and detentions and any other fucking thing the staff throw at you.”

Harry, who has been a silent observer up until now, finally pipes up, “You know, I’d gladly trade places with you, Seamus, if it means getting a quiet year without Voldemort trying to kill me.”

The other four boys shudder at Harry’s use of You-Know-Who’s real name. Once he has recovered, Seamus waves a dismissive hand before flopping down onto his stomach.

“Yeah, yeah. We all know that Voldie prefers to wait until the end of the year before trying to kill you. You could at least enjoy yourself up until then.” A heavy sigh escapes his lips. “How did it come to this, lads? We're all virile, good looking fellas. Well, apart from Nev. Yet, here we are on a Friday night, with only each other for company.”

“Oi!” Neville frowns, swivelling to face his friends with his hands on his hips. “At least I managed to get a date for the Yule Ball. Dean didn’t go with anyone.”

“Yeah, but I have a girlfriend now.”

Dean’s cheeks darken as Ron’s eyes narrow. The redhead’s stomach churns. Sure, he’s adjusted to catching Dean snogging his sister in the common room now, but it doesn’t mean he enjoys it. He knows the type of stuff Dean gets up to, the sort of things he says behind closed doors. He’d rather Ginny didn’t get involved with a guy like Dean, but Ron knows it’s out of his control.

“Out of all of us,” Dean continues, “It’s only Weasley and me who have birds.”

“Yeah, that’s right,” Ron joins in, mostly to distract himself from his overprotective urges. Ginny is more than capable of looking after herself, and she’s told him enough fucking times, too. “And I could be downstairs with Lav right now, but you were so adamant that we were going to have a good night. Anyway, you can take the piss out of Neville all you want, but I bet you haven’t even snogged a girl, Seamus.”

The Irish Gryffindor’s eyes brighten with glee. “Yeah, I have. Your girl.”

Ron isn’t surprised at the emptiness he feels at the jibe. His feelings for Lavender fizzled out ages ago, and he’s been trying to finish things for weeks. The only problem is he can’t seem to say or do the right thing to scare her away. He should probably come out and say it, try this honesty thing Hermione is always harping about, but Ron likes his balls attached to his body. Plus, it’s kind of nice having a girlfriend and feeling like someone wants him.

Still, he has to keep up appearances. He reaches behind his trunk and fishes out one of his trainers from under his bed before hurling it at Seamus. The guy moves fast, rolling to the side to avoid being hit in the head as he bursts out laughing.

“And a good kisser she is too,” he adds.

“Who do you reckon is the best snogger out of the whole of Gryffindor?” Dean muses.

Ron mutters, “Aren’t you still dating my sister, Dean?” 

He knows his anger is irrational, Dean has done nothing wrong, but the images of the guy snogging Ginny then moving on to the next girl to compare them fills his brain, making him feel sick.

Seamus interrupts, still laughing. “For the guys? Then it’s me for sure. But I don’t know who’s the best out of the girls. I’ve snogged quite a lot of them. Some of them are amazing, and others are shit.”

“Fuck off have you,” Dean laughs too. “You’ve snogged Lavender, and that’s it.”

“Nah, I’m being honest with you. Weasley turned me down. It’s only her and Granger I haven’t snogged, truth be told.”

Ron sits bolt upright, all his fury at Dean forgotten as his heart pounds an irregular beat against his ribcage. However, he tries to arrange his face into a calm look. A few times, his secret crush on Hermione has almost been exposed, mostly via mutterings in his sleep. But so far, he’s managed to keep a firm lid on it, or so he believes.

“I don’t think Hermione has snogged anyone,” says Neville.

Dean shakes his head. “I’d put five knuts on her having snogged someone. She went to the Yule Ball with Viktor Krum, after all.”

“Doesn’t mean she kissed him.” Seamus shrugs.

Harry pipes up again. “She did.” He blushes as all eyes settle on him. “Only a small one, though.”

The rest of the room erupts in fits of laughter, but Ron can’t hear it over the roar of his heart in his ears. He digs his fingernails into his leg, ignoring the flare of pain as they break the skin. So, Harry knows that Hermione snogged Vicky, too? How many people did Hermione tell? How the fuck could his best friend keep something like this from him? Why hasn’t anybody told him?

Out of the corner of his eye, Ron can see that Harry is staring at him, but he refuses to meet the git’s gaze. His blood boils around his veins.

“She must be a good kisser then if she managed to keep Krum interested. Not exactly a looker, is she?” says Seamus, in between giggles.

Ron whips his head around to glare at Harry. Despite instigating this latest uproar, the specky git does nothing to stick up for their best friend. Their dorm mates are tearing apart Hermione’s honour right now, but Harry already has his nose buried back in that fucking map, tracing Draco’s path through the school. Harry is bloody obsessed with the Slytherin prick. He probably fucking fancies him.

“You can barely even see she has boobs when she’s in her jumper,” Dean agrees.

“Yeah, and don’t get me started on her hair.”

Neville frowns. “Now, come on, guys. I think you’re being a bit mean. Hermione’s alright.”

“Oohhh, she’s alright, is she?” Seamus rounds on Neville now.

Dean joins in, wiping his eyes. “Aww, that’s nice. At least someone likes her.”

No longer in control of his reactions, Ron jumps to his feet, trembling hands clenched at his sides.

“Enough!” he roars, loud enough so that everyone has their attention pinned on him. “Leave her alone! What the fuck has she ever done to you?” He gestures around the dormitory, daring any of them to speak up. “Don’t get her involved in your bullshit talk.”

“Oh, so it’s alright for us to discuss snogging your girlfriend, but not Hermione Granger?” Seamus slides off his bed, squaring up to Ron. “You need to work out where your loyalties lie. If Lavender found out, she wouldn’t be pleased.”

Ron eyes his friend, trying to determine if he should punch him. After a moment’s deliberation, he decides it’s not worth it. Ron is a prefect and is supposed to be setting a good example. Plus, there’d probably be a fight, and he isn’t sure he has the energy for that tonight. Seamus has a good right hook, after all.

“Fuck off.” Ron pushes past Seamus and strides towards the door, yanking it open. He leaves the dormitory without looking back, pulling the door closed behind him so hard, he’s sure everyone in Hogsmeade can hear the resounding thunk. The dormitory bursts into another round of hysterical laughter, fuelling Ron’s rage.

Taking the stairs two at a time, he reaches the common room with a loud huff, only to meet a startled Hermione at the foot of the staircase. Ron’s face floods with heat as she eyes him up and down, a disparaging look on her face.

“Ron, wh—”

He doesn’t give her the chance to finish her question.

“Leave me alone.”

Stomping towards the portrait hole, Ron barks at the Fat Lady to open without saying please, before heading out. He picks a random direction, then walks.

Fuck the lot of them.

Fuck his friends for being dicks about Hermione and girls in general. No wonder Harry wanted to keep out of it all. And fuck that specky git for not jumping to Hermione’s defence. Fuck Hermione for choosing now to break her months of silence, only to piss him off even more. But most of all, fuck his fucking feelings for making him react so defensively about the fucking witch in the first place. 

He’s never going to live this down, for fuck’s sake.

[adenei]

QuickLinks to Works

Well, hello there! It’s been a hot minute since I’ve updated my pinned post, so here we go. I’ve recently been on a bit of a hiatus with writing, but am slowly starting to create content again. Inspiration comes and goes, and I think I just burned myself out after a year and a half of consistent writing. Thank you to my followers who continue to like, reblog and send me comments both here and on AO3! Your support truly means the world to me. I’ve updated the links below and added some of my most popular stories from AO3 if you’re looking for something new to read. My ask box is still closed for right now, but that hopefully won’t be permanent.

Please keep in mind the list of works below, while extensive, does not cover *all* of my works on AO3, so if you like anything here, please peruse the rest of my AO3 page for more works.

Thank you again for reading and I hope you have the best day!

Original Works Collection (Multichapter)

Be My Queen (Romione) 

Never Really Over (Romione)

Fraternizing with the Enemy (Romione)

Just Friends (Romione)

All You Knead is Love (Jily)

Shag, Marry, Kill (Romione)

Letters to Myself (Romione)

Never Really Over (Romione)

Ron x Hermione (Romione) co-written with accio-broom

Rom-Com Inspired Collection

How to Win a Witch in 10 Days (Jily) How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days

The Arrangement (Romione) The Proposal

Always a Bridesmaid, Never a Bride (Romione) 27 Dresses

The Missing Muggleborn (Romione) Tangled

Fake it ‘til You Make It (Hinny/Romione) She’s the Man

Hogwarts School Musical (Romione) High School Musical

One-Shots

Prefect Mediation (Romione)

Rewrite the Stars and Heart Shaped Wreckage (Romione)

The Study Session Realization (Romione)

Untitled (Romione)

Perfect Strangers (Romione coffee-shop AU)

Fireworks (Jily)

One Memorable Evening (Jily)

It’s a Start (Jily)

Fashionably Late (Jily)

Endings and Beginnings (Hinny)

Hogwarts...A Cover Up? (Romione)

Series

Inspired by the Eras (Taylor’s Version) (Romione & Tedoire)

Drabble Collection

Domestic Bliss Drabbles

Post War Drabbles

DH Drabbles

HBP Drabbles

GOF/OOTP Drabbles

PS/COS/POA Drabbles

Hinny Prompts

Tedoire Drabbles

HP Friendship fics

January Word Challenge

31 Words for 31 Days (Jilytober)

Romione Ficlet Fest Submissions

Inspired by the Eras (Taylor Swift/Cruel Summer Fic Fest 2023) 

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Fic Q & A

Thanks @accio-broom for the tag ❤

Fandoms: Harry Potter

Where you post: Here, Ao3 and FFN

Most popular one-shot: On Tumblr, I believe it would have to be We Live, my first Harry/Ron brotp drabble. I was floored by the response I got, and I’m always looking for ways to include their friendship in my fics.

Most popular multi-chapter: I think the one that gets referenced back to me the most is Lost in Translation. I posted that story of January last year right as I was just beginning my fanfic journey, and it’s amazing to see what I’ve written since then!

Favorite story written so far: My current WIP, Sweet Home Ottery and my previously completed fic, Ten Years. Both stories are angsty as hell, and have been the most challenging to write, which makes each chapter I complete all the more rewarding!

Fic you were nervous to post: I’ve always got nervous jitters right before I post a new story, one-shot, or drabble, but I’m learning that I don’t need to be. I genuinely appreciate the positive comments/feedback. So many lovely writers/readers in the HP fandom

How you choose your titles: It honestly varies, and most of the time it’s the last decision I make before posting the first chapter. Some are inspired by song lyrics and others are drawn from actual lines used in the fic as I write.

Complete: More than I could have ever imagined when 2021 began! Check out my Fanfic Masterlist pinned to my Tumblr page.

In progress: Sweet Home Ottery. I am also still working on the epilogue to Find Me Under the Waterfall.

Coming soon/Not yet started: I am writing a few one-shots for the Romione Trope Fest (submissions due by February 28th!) and I have 2 multi-chapters and 2 short stories in the queue to write after I finish up SHO.

Do you accept prompts?: Yes! Check out my prompts list. I am hoping to spend more time answering prompts from my ask box after I finish my current WIP.

Upcoming works you’re most excited about: Everything I mentioned in “coming soon”. I look forward to seeing where 2022 takes my writing 🙂

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Secrets Not To Be Told

pairing: Lucius Malfoy x Pureblood!Slytherin!Reader

summary: Draco invites his circle of friends to his manor for an allegedly said-project. This brings a friend of the boy into his father’s attention. [requested: @queenofmankind​]

word count: 3k

warning: fluff, cheating, smut, fingering :)

note: the only reason i made the reader a slytherin and pureblood is because i needed her to be in the draco circle if you know what i mean. i hope this is alright! thank you so much for this request!! i truly love lucius <33 i think after posting one more request i’ll be closing it for awhile to spend more time on my posts :3

The scurrying of petite feet grazed across the stone floor, squeaking a screech every time the bare skin of the creature slapped the ground. Although the manor had been exceptionally cold the past week, the temperature had wrapped a blanket of icicles around the walls of the once a cosy home. If that ever existed with the infamous beliefs of the previous and current owners. 

The floppy ears of the elf danced with every stomp of feet he took, bouncing into the air just like that of the choreography of his heart. Arms swinging by his body, he could hear his heart thrum against his eardrums. Almost as if someone had plunged their fingers through his chest to pluck out the pumping organ. There was nothing else pinned on the board in his mind, just the change of events. Need to tell Master. 

The words echoed in his head, a reminder for him to get to the desired room as soon as possible. Even though the creature had been serving the Malfoys for longer than he could count on his hands, he couldn’t help but realize the different personalities of each owner. However, the ground remained stable with the current master. Slightly more merciful than the previous ones. The elf couldn’t help but shudder at the memories of being bruised to punishment. With the tainted thoughts of those who he had served, he passed a second to slam his head in the frigid wall. Bad Nory. Bad, bad Nory.

The elf barely had time for his lungs to increase to its maximum capacity and his head to digest what he was to do, his boney knuckles rapped against the wooden door. As the noise echoed into his ears in surges of wailing, no different to that of his spilt tears the night before, the creature finally understood what he had done. There wasn’t any time for him to waste by sprinting away to leave the master to be answered by silence. 

Master Malfoy had ordered a clear instruction; this issue was to be solved with the towering wizard of the home. Running away was an option, but the elf couldn’t see himself walking away from the scene without punishing himself. No sound seemed to seep out of the cracks of the sealed door. With a gulp, the elf took this as a reply. So, with his blood vessels quivering set an energetic speed, he opened the door with a creak. The noise that indicated the ancient hinges lingered in the air, longer than he wanted it to be. Almost as if it was to taunt him of his grievous mistake. Was it a mistake if he was to inform a sudden issue to his master?

“What is it?” The man who occupied the lavish green armchair practically hissed, his words swerving out the cracks of his teeth in a body of a slithering serpent. Even when he had found comfort in the tranquillity of the air, nothing fell into place to his desire. 

Lucius was a lucky man, some would say. The pureblood wizard had inherited money which seemed to be an endless body of water, the main reason why he had found no need to occupy a job. However, the demands he had asked, such simple ones, was of no use. His son had dragged his friends to the manor, individuals Lucius had approved of as their status. 

The pureblood wizard wished for the school his son had been educated at, to find the true meaning of blood. Blood purity. There would be no use of those with half-poured blood of muggles while the other half were to be species who held great power in their hands. Not to mention the wavering group of barely a tint of magical blood in them. Draco would have his fun while his wife had occupied herself in Paris. The beginning of Christmas looked fun as Lucius was left alone.

There was no need to wait for the creature to bring up its excuse to its... excessive, boisterous noise of walking. No matter the times the wizard had scolded the elf for creating such irritating sound, the habit was ingrained in the creature. 

“Master, Nory is sorry,” The elf stuttered, its eyes blaring onto the polished ground before it brushed over the overlapping strings of the carpet. “There’s a woman at the door, she said she’s Master Draco’s accompany.”

Lucius’s eyes snapped to the quivering elf, his peripheral narrowing onto its raggy clothing. Placing down the crinkling newspaper, he clicked his jaw, “I only assume that you have brought her inside because we treat guests at our utmost respect,” The elf watched as honey dripped from the wizard’s lips. Not sweet honey, never sweet honey. Venom embedded honey. The viscous liquid was ready to pierce blades. “Bring her in.”

Nodding (almost beheading his own head at the incredible speed), the creature’s feet echoed into the tranquil air, “Come in, come in.” Lucius listened to its muffled hearing before the noise of shuffling of feet amplified into the dining room. 

Towering over the elf was a figure, the cloak heavily rested on her shoulders, “I’m sorry if I caused any problems. I’m Y/N, Draco had invited me.”

Lucius quirked his eyebrows at her accent, “Draco came in with his friends.”

“Oh, yes,” Y/N let out a faint laugh. “There were some problems that needed fixing, so I was late.”

Lucius noted before standing, his stride towards the door halted to stand next to the witch, “Well then, I’ll show you to Draco.” The creature was long gone, knowing its presence was not needed by the two. 

Silence sang in the air, only their steps mumbled into the long hallway. Long for Y/N; a short path for the man who had grown in the manor. The same hallway his father and previous generations had sauntered through, “You’re not British, are you?”

Y/N couldn’t help the quirk of her smile, “No, I’m not. I’m a transfer from Ilvermony.”

“Your blood?”

“Pure.” That was all Lucius needed.

Lucius munched on the gentle texture of the egg, its creamy yolk caressed the muscle of his tongue with every so softness. Just the way he liked it. The bright yellow paint smeared against his porcelain teeth, cladding around to cover the source of sparkling glitter whenever the wizard was to shoot a smile. Not a smile of joyfulness because lately, life had been lacking in supplying said-happiness. Everything seemed to rather get on his nerves; no one seemed to comply with the pureblood wizard. Something that had infuriated him. Almost as if they had mocked him. 

With the freshest Daily Prophet hovering on the table, blocking his view of the wide-opened door, he was too caught up on grazing his eyes over the lines of the commotion of giants. Just kill the lot if you ask me. The wizard couldn’t help but curl up the corners of his lips from his thought. While he showered himself in the enticing idea of him ruling over the wizarding world (too brutal of gushing blood to clean out the bad blood), Y/N made way into the dining room. 

Too lost in the golden imagination, she took the time to take in the room. It was like no other. The rest of the house, those she had only stumbled into, of course, had been rather gloomy and full of lurking shadows compared to this one. While she had enjoyed her time in the Malfoy Manor, most of the moments of exploring the vast home with the owner’s son, she couldn’t help but be in doubt to why the room had been more... brighter. 

“My wife wanted more light,” Lucius answered the question she had quirked up in her head as if he had read her mind. Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, had she said it out loud? With a flick of his wand, the swooshing noise of the newspaper slicing through the air to land its back on the grand wooden table crackled. “She said she could barely see what she was eating, hence this.” Following his gesturing hands towards the window wall that had been adorned by curtains that had been hugged at their waists to prevent it from closing, Y/N hummed. The morning light glistened through the glass panes, streaking lines of golden paints against the sombre-coloured table. 

The dining table was long, separating the dining room into two halves equally. Despite the enormous room, it didn’t feel spacey at all. There were clusters of iron armour statues decorating the walls, alongside moving paintings of landscapes and what Y/N would assume were family. Pushing the table aside, the twinkling chandelier was a sight to behold. Its arms, no different to that of an octopus. Teardrops of creatures that resided in the body of water draped from each rod, singing a faint song with every quiver despite the room being impeccably still.

“So, may I ask what you’re doing in my home?” Before she had the chance to think of what she was to do, a faint chuckle fell off her lips.

“Oh, right. It seems I had forgotten an item of mine.” 

Lucius quirked his eyebrow, “Well, wouldn’t it have been easier for you to just send an owl?” 

Y/N scratched the nape of her neck, “I have, it seems Draco had not received it.”

The wizard nodded before the clanking of metal slamming against ceramic echoed into the dining room, “Come, where was the last place you’ve left it?” Y/N was sure, with him being a pureblood- it would’ve been easier to accio the lost item. She didn’t question.

“Are they your family?” Y/N quirked up, slicing a blade through the thick air. Now that she had noticed, the hallway had not been occupied at all. Just the head of the family and her. Well, she wasn’t sure where Draco would be as Lucius had informed her that he was to do additional training.

“Yes, they are.” Lucius answered, the words lingering longer in the air as his eyes grazed over the paintings. The green wall had been plastered with squares of paintings and moving pictures. It would surely be just a cluster of dots if viewed from afar. The heads of similar blond hairs had tint features of what had been passed on onto Lucius. No doubt, it was his parents as the young Lucius sat on the chair with their hands planted on his shoulders. Oh, to be young again.

Turning her head to face the man, she inquired, “What were they like?”

Lucius pondered, a second of silence poured into the air, “Loyal.” Despite his short description of his family, Y/N knew it was more to it. There was never just one adjective for pureblood parents. However, she didn’t even bother pressing onto the manner. She gazed upon his eyes grey eyes.

The still air she once had cut into two loaves of bread had tightened around her chest as her lips rested on his. Her fingers hovered over his chest, awkwardly quivering at the peculiar position. Lucius saw a coat of darkness while his body had been leaning on hers, his ears fed with the sound of their lips; his tongue had been given a treat of the taste of her. Y/N watched as the familiar absence of light entered her peripheral, holding a sheet between her sight and her.

Although it had felt as if she had been snoozing off to the lullabies sung by the devil, she was soon shaken to her core at the realization. Yanking back to snap the sudden noise of their lips ripping away from one another, she stared at the towering man, chest heaving, “We can’t...”

“Why not?” Lucius questioned, eyebrows shooting up as his eyes narrowed at her.

A minute passed, and she had no answer to his question. Maybe it had been the captivating man who had sucked out all of her ability to grasp on reality. Or air was just not enough to supply her head, “I’m Draco’s friend, and you are his father-“ She hated that she stuttered. However, it had all to be blamed on her intermittent flickers of thought to come up with a reason. A reason to push away the man. A reason to stop him. 

“You are of age, aren’t you?” Y/N nodded, though, quite reluctantly as she feared for what he was to say. 

“Still, isn’t this wrong?” The words squeezed out of her throat, almost as if she didn’t want to say it.

“Nobody has to know.” Although the first thought that had popped up in his mind was his wife who was possibly sauntering on the roads of Paris, it was soon wiped off from existence as the familiar warm puffs of air-filled every crevice of his mouth. The wizard’s hands crept up, fingers trailing from his side to gingerly grasp her waist. 

Nothing was uttered in the air as the two lost themselves in a rhythm they soon fell into. With her hands plastered on his shoulders, she couldn’t hold back the shudder when her fingers grazed over the chilly ornament on his neck. The pureblood wizard pulled away, his eyes brushing over her confused orbs, “Not here, come.”

Breezes of wind kissed his skin, piercing an inch of skin as if a missed arrow that had somehow managed to caress his cheeks. Lucius didn’t know how fast he had paced towards his room. Maybe it had been a foolish thing to do, but he didn’t care. Nothing else mattered but the thrumming of his heart for what he was about to do. 

A cane in his hand for preventing any consequences he was to face, no walls would stay up high with the persistence of the wizard. Lucius wasn’t sure if he had felt relief when he had not seen those scrambling creatures in the hallways or up the stairs. He could’ve just pulled up the punishment cards or obliviate the house-elf. It would’ve been amusing for him to watch, but there was a slight clench in his chest that had been more than glad at the absence of the elves. What would’ve Y/N thought?

Flinching only slightly at the abrupt, boisterous noise of the door slamming shut, Y/N could barely let out a gasp before her lips were sealed shut once again. With her back against the wall beside the door, there was no time for her to gaze upon the room the wizard had dragged her into. That was until Lucius had somehow urged himself to pull away. Mumbling in a raspy voice, Y/N felt wind crawling down her back, “Undress.”

So she did. There were sprinkles of chest heaving from the air-stealing exercises despite the two shredding off their clothing. Lucius couldn’t hold himself back. The way her tongue brushed against his; the way her fingers would gently grip onto his chest was as if she had handled glass. It was entertaining, to say the least- Lucius liked it. It was different. Different than his wife. 

A sharp gasp fell off her lips as the mouth that was once smeared over with freezing paint which now had been warmed up as if it rested next to a fireplace landed on her neck. Lucius’s ears trickled with wanton sounds of her moaning, quivering down his body. She knew what it did to him, yet, her body was not placed in a position for her to decide. 

Tightening her grip on the crumpled cover of the bed, a staggering moan caressed her lips. Lucius pumped his sole finger at a languid pace, the corners of his lips curling up at the way her hips buckled. While she had been melting her head into the soft pillows, the same ones his wife would slumber upon, his lips descended down to flick his tongue on her pebbly buds. Y/N wasn’t sure if it had been from the second finger he had added or the way his tongue had suckled on her breasts, or both, but she didn’t bother. 

She arched into his body, fingers weaved through the long locks of his hair. Lucius grunted at the sudden clench of his fingers. Her legs thrashed, wavering in shudders when he drew quick circles on her clit. Then she felt as if she had been chunked down the mists of clouds. Y/N watched as his fingers that had been coated of her coat his tongue. If there was any slight drop left, it was to be mixed with the tint of his saliva.

His fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking the hardened shaft while his eyes watched hers. Inch by inch, his pelvis had splayed against her skin. Youthful skin. And oh, if Lucius had let down his walls, he was sure he would’ve lost at the tightness around him. Breathless puffs were then dancing in his lips. 

Lost in the way his tongue danced with hers, she let out an unexpected whimper as his hips pulled back. The emptiness of the inch was prominent. The feeling lingered in her. However, it was soon thrown out of the window when he had snapped his hips. The first of the many wanton noises were forgotten in a blurry haze as his thrusts started a series of moaning and groans, “Lucius...”

Her moan fell into his ears in a bouncing string, just like that of a fishing rod with bait at its hook. Y/N’s legs wrapped around his hips, another surge of pleasure crawling through her body. With his head bumping into her temple, it wasn’t long before they plunged into the sea of a familiar feeling. 

Still breathless, he huffed out, his skin finally screeching of pain from his back, possibly the clawing of her nails, “Listen, my wife shouldn’t know-”

A knock on the door sliced through the still air, “Father, mother’s home.” 

The faces of the two could have been seen as that of a permanent freeze.

[dralf0yy]

Wedding Bells || F.W x Reader

A/N: Sup y’all it’s like 4am rn and I have schoOl in 4 hours,,,, it’s been a PHAT minute since I posted a fic and i deeply apologise. This was only supposed to be a really short drabble but I kind of rambled so sorryyy

- E

Word Count: 1069

The Golden Trio Era Masterlist

Part 2

Hermione pinned the last bobby pin into your hair, finishing up the flower-like bun on the back of your head and softly tugged out two strands of hair at the front to frame your face

You stared in the mirror in awe, “Wow.. Hermione this is absolutely beautiful. Thank you” You turned to meet her cheerful and slightly tearful gaze

“I can’t believe you’re getting married! It feels like only yesterday that we met each other on the Hogwarts express— Oh god don’t cry, don’t cry..” She mumbled and paced in attempt to contain her emotions.

You chuckled at your best friend and shifted your gaze towards your soon-to-be sisters-in-law who, had very discreetly, entered her bedroom

“Hey Y/n,” She grinned, “You almost ready? All the guests have arrived and dad’s down in the lounge room waiting”

You took a deep breath and nodded, “Let’s go kick this wedding’s ass”

Ginny and Hermione both snickered and walked out and down the creaky stairs of the Burrow with you in between them, complimenting each other’s attire and makeup

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“They’re on their way down, Fred. We should’ve been out there ages ago,” George sighed, walking towards his twin from the door of their childhood bedroom

“You okay, Freddie? I haven’t seen you this anxious since the war.” He placed a hand on Fred’s shoulder

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just- How do I know if I really want this? Getting married is just a big milestone and I don’t know if I want it to happen yet, George” Fred sharply exhaled.

“What’re you on about? Don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts now? Fred, you were so sure that you wanted this with Y/n when you first started dating, and you were absolutely ecstatic about this not even a week ago”

Fred huffed and brushed straight past George and beelined towards the back door, soon having his younger twin trail behind him.

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All the guests in the tent stood and turned their attention to you as you walked down the flower covered aisle with Arthur by your side.

Your gaze met with Fred’s and you tried your hardest not to cry so as to not ruin your wonderfully done makeup.

A few sniffles and expressions of awe were heard throughout the tent when you made it to the front. Arthur gave you a quick kiss on the cheek and a pat on the arm as he gave you away to Fred and walked to the front row of seats, sitting next to an emotional Molly

“Dearly beloved, We gather here today to join Fred and Y/n in matrimony.” The wedding officiant spoke, commencing the ceremony.

****time skip bc I don’t wanna put a whole ceremony in this****

“Will you, Y/n Y/l/n, take Fred to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do.”

“And will you, Fred Weasley, take Y/n to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I-uh..” Fred anxiously looked around the crowd, trying not to look at your face that contorted into a slightly hurt expression at his hesitation. “Fred?” Your voice was small, barely a whisper, and was threatening to break if you spoke any louder.

Fred made eye contact with Ginny who seemed to be getting more furious each second that he remained silent. She mouthed ‘Answer her already’ as subtle as she could and he turned his gaze back to you and immediately regretted it. Guilt flooded through his veins at the sight of your unshed tears just waiting to escape and cascade down your rosy cheeks and your chest rising and falling to an uneven cadence.

“I-I’m sorry Y/n-- I really am. I just don’t completely know if I want this yet-”

“-And you waited to tell me this now, in front of everyone? We spent a whole year planning this wedding and you waited to tell me after we made the effort to make this day perfect?” You sobbed, completely letting go of anything that was holding you back. Molly had gotten up and left to go outside to stop herself from yelling at Fred for hurting you on such a special day.

“Y/n I truly am sorry. I love you and I do want this with you but I’m not ready.. We’ve got plenty of time—”

“—Tomorrow isn’t promised Fred! You of all people should know that,” Your voice shrank, “We’ve been together since our 5th year at Hogwarts, Fred. How much more time do you need? If you don’t want this, then just say it. Don’t lie to my face and tell me some stupid excuse” You felt a wet sensation trailing down your cheeks as you finally let your tears fall.

Fred gazed at your tear stained face once more with a guilty look before running out of the tent, not looking back once, and apparating away. Hermione, Ron and Harry all gave you a look and set out to try and find him.

“He’ll come to his senses Y/n, and he’ll realise what he’s done. Fred’s just really daft and hasn’t even thought of the fact that he might lose such an amazing girl” George whispered to you, wrapping his arms protectively around your shaking frame and kissing the top of your head.

The rest of the Weasley family, including Molly who had rushed back inside as soon as she saw Fred leave, gathered around to hold you in their embrace muttering soft apologies on behalf of Fred

“Why don’t you come back inside, dear? I’ll make you a cup of tea,” Molly said quietly, opening up her arms already starting to lead you out. “Arthur, Bill, Charlie and Percy, can you all handle the guests please?”

They nodded and separated from the small huddle. George and Ginny came along beside you, sweeping you away from Molly and wrapping their own arms around you. George wiped your tears away softly with his thumb and gave you a soft kiss on the temple.

“Thank you, both of you, for being such good friends. I love yous” You cracked a small solemn smile at the two as you made it inside the door of the Burrow

“We love you too Y/n/n. And we’ll always be here for you—” Ginny started

“—Even if Fred isn’t.” George cut off

The three of you shared one last embrace, hoping that things would be better by tomorrow.

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[the-dark-lord-chaos]

The pillar trapped them both, pinning them with the full strength of its steel; there was nothing left holding it up but their bodies and the sheer force of will that Voldemort looked to be exerting to prevent it from completely crushing them.

Voldemort had lost his wand in the explosion. It was so uncharacteristic of him, always so careful, that Harry was almost relieved despite the situation. It frustrated Harry near tears that it didn’t matter anymore; Voldemort was not the main concern.

“Potter, where is my wand?” asked Voldemort.

Voldemort’s voice was strained, and if it weren’t for his reptilian form, Harry was certain that he would be sweaty.

“Potter!”

“I don’t know,” snapped Harry. “I wasn’t exactly watching it more than I was watching my life flash before my eyes.”

There was silence. Harry was reluctantly concerned. “Voldemort?”

“I am the only thing keeping this pillar from squeezing your sorry brain straight out of your eye sockets. Use it while you still have one and find my wand.”

There was a hissing slur in Voldemort’s words, and it took everything in Harry not to say something else that would certainly be unhelpful.

“Yes, right, hold on.”

Shifting as carefully as he could, Harry craned his neck around in an attempt to locate Voldemort’s wand. He recognized it immediately, even among the chaos of the ruined room, the magic surrounding it was inexplicably strong. Around them, there was an ear splitting grinding as the wreckage shifted. Voldemort made an almost pained noise beside him.

“Hold on, hold on I see it,” said Harry. He coaxed his magic to assist Voldemort’s.

“Don’t waste magical energy! Foolish. Summon my wand and give it to me.”

Main concern or not, Voldemort was still undoubtedly a large one, and Harry couldn’t help his hesitation.

“If I give your wand back to you, I want you to stop fighting this war through violence.”

Voldemort hissed, the sound menacing, but the impact was diminished by his clear exhaustion. “These are your terms, Harry Potter?”

“One of them. I want you to agree to more peaceful negotiations.”

“I could drop this upon us right now. Only one of us would survive, and it would not be you.”

Harry’s magic coiled around him before Voldemort had even finished speaking, ready, but it wouldn’t be enough if the man actually decided it was worth it to let go.

“You would exist, wandering as a spirit for who knows how long, because even though your distrust has left you alone in the past, your Death Eaters still don’t know about horcruxes, do they?”

Voldemort snarled.

“That’s what I thought. Would you rather exist like that, or bargain with me?”

“I agree to your terms,” said Voldemort, looking nearly sickened.

“Agreed then. Accio!” said Harry.

He shoved the wand into Voldemort’s waiting grasp, and dearly hoped that it would not be a decision he regretted.

I was bored and made a Tomarry moodboard, and I decided to post some writing along with it! They aren’t specifically related aside from the fact that they’re both for Tomarry, but here they are anyway.

Enjoy,

Ridd7e

[malfoymanortings]

lavender and velvet //part seven

SUMMARY: she had her fathers eyes, his aristocratic looks, her grandmothers spite, her mothers heart, but the one thing she didn't have was the love of her father that her god brother received. juliet black finally meets her father who has already decided who his child is.

PAIRINGS: to be decided.

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“Miss Black, wake up.”

Juliet was jolted from her sleep to the sound of her head of house’s voice, opening her eyes to see Snape looming over her menacingly. The sight caused her to jump to attention immediately, and she quickly sat up while eyeing him suspiciously.

“Professor Snape, why are you..” Juliet trailed off, very confused.

“Arthur Weasley has been injured,” Snape responded distastefully, motioning for her to get out of bed. “You are due in Dumbledore’s office with the rest of his children and Mr. Potter.”

“Is he alright?” adrenaline now waking her thoroughly, Juliet hurried off the bed, ignoring Snape’s grimace when he saw she was only wearing a shirt. She quickly tugged on shorts, grabbing her robe and her wand.

“I am unsure of his condition,” Snape was clearly annoyed now. “I had to get you quickly so that you could leave with the rest. Unless you want to be left behind, I suggest you come now.”

“What about my trunk, my owl?” Juliet questioned, following Snape out of the dormitory and down the steps. The castle floor was cold on her bare feet, and she cursed herself for not thinking of putting on her shoes.

“It will all find its way to you.” Snape responded dismissively, opening the door leading out to the common room.

The two walked swiftly to Dumbledore’s office in silence, Juliet’s heart pounding in her chest. How had Arthur been hurt? Was it something to do with the Order? It had to have been bad, for them to rouse the Weasley’s and her out of their sleep to leave the castle.

Snape entered Dumbledore’s office first, where Harry and the Weasley’s were gathered around the headmaster’s desk. Juliet followed suit, immediately drawing her eyes on George, who stood next to Fred with similar expressions of worry and fear on their faces.

“Oh Georgie, Freddie,” Juliet breathed out, gathering the tall boys in a group hug. They held back to her tightly for a moment, before they all pulled away from each other. “What’s happened?”

“Harry saw dad being attacked,” George answered, looking quite shaken. “We dunno if he’s going to be alright or not.”

“He will,” Juliet replied forcefully, taking George’s hand in her own. “He has to be.”

“You have all used a Portkey before?” asked Dumbledore, interrupting whatever George was going to say. Everyone looked at the old man, nodding as they reached out to touch some part of the blackened kettle on his desk. “Good. On the count of three then… one… two… three.”

Juliet felt a powerful jerk behind her navel, the ground vanished beneath her feet, her hand was glued to the kettle; she was banging into other others as all sped forward in a swirl of colors and a rush of wind, the kettle pulling them onward and then-

Her feet hit the ground so hard that her knees buckled, the kettle clattered to the ground and somewhere close at hand a voice said, “Back again, the blood traitor brats, is it true their fathers dying…?”

“OUT!” roared a second voice.

Juliet winced as she felt a pain in her feet; it seemed as though she had scraped them quite good after their harsh arrival into the gloomy basement kitchen of number twelve, Grimmauld Place. The only sources of light were the fire and one guttering candle, which illuminated the remains of a solitary supper. Kreacher’s loincloth swished around the corner leading out to the hall, and Sirius hurried over to them all, looking anxious. He was unshaved and still in his day clothes, and Juliet scrunched her nose as the scent of stale drink wafted towards them.

“What’s going on?” he said, stretching a hand to help Ginny up. “Phineas Nigellus said Arthur’s been badly injured-”

“Ask Harry,” said Fred.

“Yeah, I want to hear this for myself,” said George in a tight voice. 

Without much thought, Juliet slipped her small hand into his large one, giving him a comforting squeeze. George held back tightly, his eyes trained on Harry with a hard look.

Everyone was staring at Harry, even Kreacher's footsteps on the stairs had paused. Harry looked overwhelmed for a moment, before he launched into his tale of seeing Arthur be bitten by a rather large snake. Juliet eyed him carefully, as she had noticed a look Ron had given him when he described the scene. What was the chosen one leaving out?

Fred and George immediately began demanding they head straight off to St. Mungos, which caused an argument with Sirius. He explained that Arthur had been hurt while on duty for the Order, and it was all too dangerous for them to have already got word before anyone else. It made sense to Juliet, but of course, Fred and George were forces to be reckoned with when it came to their family.

“We don’t care about the dumb Order!” shouted Fred, cutting Sirius off.

“It’s our dad dying we’re talking about!” yelled George.

“Your father knew what he was getting into, and he won’t thank you for messing things up for the Order!” Sirius said angrily in his turn. “This is how it is -this is why you aren’t in the order- you don’t understand- there are things worth dying for!”

“Easy for you to say, stuck here!” bellowed Fred. “I don’t see you risking your neck!”

“Enough,” Juliet stepped in, standing in between her father and the twins, who glared at her. “This is hard for everyone. Think of how Umbridge has been. Do you really think it would be wise for us to rush St Mungos when no one should know about your dad yet? Whose to say they wouldn’t assume he was working against the ministry, and they either make sure he dies, or fires him?”

Fred and George still looked mutinous, but Sirius shot her a grateful look. He glanced back at Fred, and for a moment it looked like he wanted to hit the ginger haired boy, but when he spoke, it was in a voice of determined calm.

“We just have to stay put, until we hear from your mother. Alright?”

Ginny was the first to sit down. Harry and Ron sat next, at the opposite side of the table. Juliet sat next to Ginny, wincing as pain flared up from her feet. The twins glared at Sirius once more, then George sat next to Juliet while Fred sat next to Ginny.

“That’s right,” said Sirius encouragingly. “Come on, let’s all…. Let’s all have a drink while we’re waiting. Accio butterbeer!”

He raised his wand as he spoke and a dozen bottles of butterbeer came flying onto the table from the pantry. They all drank, and for a while the only sounds were those of the crackling of the fire and the soft thud of their bottles on the table.

At some point, George’s hand had found Juliet’s once more. She ran her thumb consolingly over the back of his hand, resting her head on his shoulder. In turn, George wrapped his arm around her, keeping hold of her other hand. Juliet rested her other hand on his thigh, tracing circles over his pajama pants. 

Harry seemed to be deep in thought, across the table from them, his brows furrowed and guilt written all over his face. Juliet frowned slightly. Had it not been for Harry, they would have had no idea that Arthur had even been injured. Harry shouldn’t feel guilty.

A flash of light appeared, and with it came a note from Molly, delivered by Fawkes. She told them all to stay put, and she was with Arthur now. It didn’t sound very hopeful, and that was clear to everyone in the room.

“Still alive..” George said slowly. “But that makes it sound…”

He did not need to finish the sentence. It sounded as though Arthur was hovering somewhere between live and death. Juliet held onto George’s hand tighter, and he laid his head on top of hers. Fred examined the letter himself, taking it out of George’s hand. Ron stared at the letter, as though he hoped it would bring him words of comfort.

At some point, Sirius suggested they all go to bed, but the murderous glares from the Weasley’s were enough to answer. They sat in silence around the table, watching the candle wick sink lower and lower into the liquid wax. They spoke only to check the time, wonder aloud what was happening, and reassure each other that if there was bad news , they would know straight away, as Molly was at St Mungo’s then.

Fred fell into a doze, his head sagging sideways on his shoulder. Ginny had curled up on her chair like a cat, but her eyes remained open. Ron had his head in his hands, and it was difficult to tell if he was awake or not. George kept his head rested on Juliet’s, the grip of their hands onto each other letting her know that he wasn’t asleep. 

Finally, at ten past five in the morning, the door swung open and Molly entered the kitchen. Everyone half stood in their chairs, but Molly waved them back down, giving a wan smile. She informed them that he would be alright, he was sleeping, and Bill was sitting with him now. 

They all let out shaky sighs and sounds of relief, and George, Ginny, and Juliet walked over to give Molly a hug. Sirius declared they had breakfast, and although he called for Kreacher, the house elf didn’t appear. He began breakfast himself, and Juliet slipped away to help him, Harry, of course, joined him. 

Eventually, Molly came over, waving Harry and Juliet off, to begin breakfast. She told Sirius that they would probably be spending Christmas there with him, and he beamed brightly at the news. 

Juliet felt the sudden urge to talk with her father, maybe vent about Umbridge, but before she could, Harry had taken him out of the room for a talk. Her face fell, and perhaps it was the mix of disappointment and lack of sleep, but she felt tears fill her eyes.

“Come on now darling, there’s no need for tears,” George appeared at her side, giving her a kind smile. “Let’s sit at the table while we wait for breakfast.” he reached a hand out, his thumb swiping at a tear that had escaped and rolled down her cheek.

Juliet swallowed hard, and followed George to the table with the rest of his siblings. Soon, breakfast was served and they all ate rather quickly, the nerves of the night having made them ravenous. Once they were done, and the table was cleared up, Molly ordered them all to bed. She told them that once they woke up, they would go back to visit Arthur.

The kids all trudged upstairs, Harry and Ron entering the same room they had spent the summer in. Juliet went to follow Ginny inside the room they had shared with Hermione, but George tugged on her arm.

“Would you mind..” George trailed off, suddenly looking shy. It was very unlike him. “Can you sleep in mine?”

“Oh,” Juliet paused, thoughts of Theo swarming her head. Well, he wouldn’t care anyways, would he? She and George always did this. Surely Theo wouldn’t mind, not that he would find out anyways. “Of course, Georgie.”

George smiled down at her, and she followed the twins into their room. Fred immediately fell into the bed, pulling the covers over his head, and it sounded as though he was asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

Juliet laid in the bed first, shrugging her robe off before she did so. She was aware of George’s eyes on her, but she ignored it. After all, he was just waiting for her to get in bed so he could lay down. He was surely worn out from waiting all night for news on his father. That was all.

George slid in next to her, turning on his side to face her. Juliet peered up at him, getting lost in the many freckles that dotted his nose. He reached out a hand, swiping her hair out of her face, resting his palm on her cheek. Juliet’s heart quickened, and she glanced at his lips before looking at his brown eyes, glistening with an emotion she couldn’t decipher. 

“Jules,” George’s voice was soft, full of exhaustion, and his eyes fluttered shut as he pulled her into his chest. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Georgie..” Juliet swallowed hard, looking at the face of her best friend. That didn’t sound like something you said to your best friend. 

George’s lips parted, and he let out a deep breath. His face relaxed, making him look much younger than his seventeen years. He was asleep, no doubt ragged from the exhaustion of the night's turn of events.

For a long moment, Juliet stared at his face. He was so handsome in a ruggedly, manly yet boyish way. His smile could brighten the darkest day and his laughter would make you laugh yourself, especially because it normally followed a joke. This close, his lips in such proximity to her, she couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like if she just inched further and pressed them to her own-

Merlin, what was she thinking? This was her best friend she was talking about. Besides that, he had Alicia Spinnet. And she had Theo, even though they hadn’t given each other a label yet. 

Juliet screwed her eyes shut, and before long, she had fallen asleep in his embrace.

For the first time, Juliet woke up before George. It had felt like she had jolted awake, and she glanced around the room wondering what had caused it. Of course, the cause of it was Fred, who was tugging on a shirt with his trunk next to him.

“Afternoon, Jules,” Fred winked at her, looking at how she was wrapped in George’s arms. “Nice sleep?”

“Why’d you say it like that?” Juliet was immediately defensive, and despite not wanting to, she pulled out of George’s arms. She missed his warmth at once. “We always sleep together- not together, but in the same bed- oh for fucks sake, you know what I mean!”

Fred let out a roar of laughter at her words, grabbing his stomach as he fell onto his bed. He shook the frame, he was laughing so hard.

“Merlin, can you be any louder..” George sat up, his hair ruffled from his sleep. His eyes fell onto Juliet, who was an unflattering shade of maroon as she sat next to him. “What’s going on?” 

“Freddie’s just being an arse,” Juliet grumbled, carefully climbing out of bed. “I see our trunks have come. I’ll have to get ready, I’m sure we’ll be leaving soon.”

“Alright, see you,” George gave her a half wave, sitting up and glaring at Fred. “Merlin's beard Fred, what is your problem?”

Juliet left the room before she could hear his response, nearly running into Ginny in the hallway. The redhead was brushing her wet hair, her dirty clothes bundled up in her arms.

“Good, you’re up,” Ginny nodded to her, walking into their room. “We’re leaving in about ten.”

Juliet dressed quickly, jeans and a hoodie, and walked downstairs. Molly was speaking to Sirius in hushed tones, and their conversation cut off rather quickly once she came down the steps.

“Hello, dear,” Molly smiled, looking out of place on her haggard face. “Good to see you.”

Nearly at once, everyone else came bounding down the steps. Within minutes, everyone except for Sirius was heading to St. Mungos. It was most unassuming, appearing to be an abandoned muggle shop, but it was the entrance to the Wizarding hospital.

Moody and Tonks had arrived with them, but they stayed out in the hallway while the others entered the room. Arthur was doing well, sitting up and reading a book, and he thanked Harry for saving him. Soon enough, Molly was herding the kids out of the room so they could speak privately with Moody and Tonks.

It was a pleasant visit, but Fred and George had the great idea of using their Extendable ears to listen in on their discussion. Juliet was huddled around with them, as they all fought to listen in on the conversation.

“The boy’s seeing things from inside You-Know-Who’s snake… Obviously, Potter doesn’t realize what that means, but if You-Know-Who’s possessing him, then there’s no telling what can happen. Dumbledore has to take whatever precautions he can.”

Juliet pulled away from the Extendable Ear, glancing over at Harry who was now white as a sheet. The others were looking at him too, giving him a fearful once over. 

Was it possible Harry was being possessed?

They left back for Grimmauld Place shortly after. The mood was subdued, mainly due to the information they heard through their eavesdropping. Molly didn’t seem to notice much, and began prattling on about their Christmas plans and how they were going to be going to Diagon Alley the following day for the kids to do their Christmas shopping.

After they arrived back, Harry went up to take a nap, claiming he didn’t feel well. Juliet could assume it probably had more to do with what they had overheard. Fred and George headed upstairs to work on more ideas for their shop. She, Ginny, and Ron went into the living room, and began playing Exploding Snap.

“So, Jules,” Ginny nudged her knee with her own, a grin on her face. “Theodore Nott? Are things getting serious?”

Juliet blushed, suddenly wishing this conversation hadn't come up. “I wouldn’t say that, no. We haven't really given ourselves a label. Just kind of going with the flow.”

“You guys snog all the time. Seriously, I feel like he’s always touching you in some way. Plus, he carries your books for you. Literally. I didn’t even know guys did that.”

“Well, we haven’t really discussed if we were dating or not.” Juliet was starting to get very uncomfortable with the way the conversation was going now. 

“What’s this I hear?” Sirius suddenly appeared in the doorway, his arms crossed and a smile on his face. “Have you and George started dating, Juliet?”

“No!” sputtered Juliet, her face heating up as she threw out her arms in protest. “Absolutely not! We’re just friends.”

Sirius cocked a brow, his eyes narrowing. “I’ve never looked at my friends the way that boy looks at you. If you aren’t talking about George, then who are you talking about?”

Ginny began to speak, but Juliet cut her off. “No one. No one, just drop it.”

She really didn’t want her father to know she was kinda but not really dating Theodore Nott. His father was a Death Eater, she was pretty certain, and her father would certainly blow a fuse if he knew she was even friends with him.

“Alright, alright, I have other ways of finding out. Perhaps I should go have a talk with the twins…” with that, Sirius left the room.

Juliet groaned, falling backwards on the floor. She grabbed a pillow off the couch, and shoved it in her face, letting out a frustrated scream. Ginny laughed from beside her.

“Blimey, girls are difficult.” Ron muttered. 

Juliet could only hope for the best.

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Dating Snape

Pairing: Snape x reader

Requested: hi, i love ur writing! could you do a headcanon about Snape being possessive and overprotective and his s/o is just so shy and soft 🥺

Warnings: gets a bit heated

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Snape had always been protective over you

After he’d finally gotten over Lily he’d started falling for you

Any little thing that happened Snape was by your side

You were always placed behind him on any altercation

Your face would always be bright red

But that didn’t stop you from fisting his robes in your hands

Your face always buried deep in his back or chest

He would have carried you everywhere if he could

He’d always force you to stay home when there was anything going on

The slightest sign of trouble and he would almost apparate you home himself

You both balanced each other out

Being much alike played in both of your favors

You always sat on his lap when you got the chance

Wrapping yourself around him to keep close

There was no doubt that Snape saw you as his and his alone

You’d never forget the first time he’d gotten jealous

One flirty comment directed at you and you found yourself pinned against a wall later that evening

Your neck was covered in marks after that

Your legs were like jelly

Snape whispering about how you belonged to him

You were a whimpering mess against the wall

“All yours.” coming out in a moan

You couldn’t deny that you loved when he got possessive

You wouldn’t tell a sole, but you sometimes got him jealous for your own benefit  

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Christmas Gift

Summary: Charlie Weasely/Reader; Charlie’s not the type to remember to update his parents on his life

You look up from the chair you’re curled on; letting the mug of coffee you’d made float over to him; he grins holding it in his hands and sipping from it as he leans against the counter. “Are you sure they won’t mind?” You question nervously as Charlie pulls you next to him and then drapes the blanket from the back of the chair around both of you. “Course, they’ll love you as a surprise; besides we have at least twenty minutes before someone wakes up and screams the house down.” “I can’t believe you didn’t tell them you were coming; my family would murder me if I showed up with my husband on Christmas day without telling them.” You turn to face Charlie when he sucks in a breath. “Charlie?”

“ I didn’t tell them we were married.” “They don’t know about me?” “I don’t talk to them that much! The last time they visited was before we were dating! I mentioned I fancied you and then they hounded me so I stopped answering!” You stare at him and he grins sheepishly. “I hope your mother wakes up first.” “No she’ll yell the most. Why do you want to put me through that.” “Not that; I made her a jumper.” “A jumper?” “All the family photo’s you showed me she never had one.”

As it turns out it’s Arthur who wakes first; Charlie offers him coffee waiting for him to realize he’s there. He does at the instant Molly makes it into the living room to scream. “Mum; Merlin; shush.” “Charlie!” She’s pulled him from where he was standing to hug him and you grin, drinking from the mug making eye contact with Arthur who quirks and eyebrow. “Molly, let Charlie breathe; and you are?” He turns his attention towards you and Charlie looks panicked when Molly releases him and moves towards you. “Y/N L/N. Pleasure.” “Did Charlie bring you?”

“Yes; I can go home if you’d rather have just family here.” You wheeze out the last words as Molly hugs you. “No dear you’re welcome here; but you.” She turns glaring at Charlie who shrinks back. “Mum I can explain.” “You show up after almost a year of no post! No visits! No floo calls! And you bring someone you’re seeing! On Christmas no less!” You watch as his siblings descend the stairs and seem to casually go about their morning while you awkwardly let Arthur point you towards the kitchen for breakfast. You offer Charlie out a plate of eggs and sausage watching as his mother’s eyes track your hands. “Charlie.” You watch Molly’s face sets and you accio the gift over pushing it towards her. “I made you this, it’s Christmas so you have to open it. I have gifts for everyone else as well.”

“Well aren’t you just a wonderful Santa.” Fred jokes and you grin. “Charlie wanted to come in on one of the dragons with little antlers on.” “And you convinced him not to?” George and Ron both look devastated You grin pulling out a small card. “We made Christmas cards instead.” You grin pulling out the card more so they can see; it shows Charlie and you grinning; the rest of the members of the dragon preserve looking confused or grinning as you two do; surrounded by dragons of various sizes all with antler headbands on their heads. “Wow how did you manage to get antlers on that horntail?” Harry asks and Charlie grins. “I just asked; gave her plenty of meat as treats. It was easy.”

You make a point of asking Molly if she needs help and the look she gives you has you almost wishing for the dragon’s back. “Y/N sweetheart; it’s alright.” You can see her hesitation and you know you must look disappointed. “Alright; you can help with the Christmas cookies.” You grin at her and when you enter the kitchen you realize it was partially an ambush. “You should wash your hands first.” You nod not paying attention as you slip your ring off placing it on the windowsill so it doesn’t get lost. “Mrs Weasely; I can;” She cuts you off frowning. “It’s Molly dear. Charlie; can you come in here a moment?” You swear you can feel his panic and he hovers next to the door. “When were you going to say anything?” “It was my choice; Mrs. Weasely. I was worried you wouldn’t like me and-” She pulls you into a hug instantly. “You don’t have to lie for him you know.” “I’m not.” You sigh closing your eyes.

“Charlie’s always told me such amazing stories about you; about all his family members and in-laws; and I’m just that weird girl with the dragons.” Arthur starts laughing and Molly glares but you can see her also trying not to laugh. “You’re aware Charlie is the weird boy with the dragons right?” Arthur grins and you turn to Charlie who nods. “But-” “It’s alright.” Molly grins nodding back towards the cookie dough where you pull out the rolling pin starting to work on rolling it out. “So when are you two going to have children?” Charlie is about to bolt but you frown slightly.

“Well Charlie and I talked about it but we both think that raising kids around the dragons would be too dangerous; and neither of us feel comfortable giving our jobs up just yet to be stay at home parents.” You smile slightly at Molly who’s eyebrows have shot up. ”She’s going to hound me to become a stay at home dad; or start sending us houses in the area.” You grin at Charlie who slumps in the chair. “Well that seems like a problem for later. You can always just bring one of the dragons up if she bothers you that much about it.”

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Christmas Gift

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