#fleur delacour fluff

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A Wedding | Fred Weasley

Summary: It is the day of Fleur and Bill's wedding, and you can't help but imagine your own wedding day, feeling impatient for it to come. Unbeknownst to you, Fred feels the same way.

Warnings: Nothing really, just really sweet and fluffy

Word Count: ~1441

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It was a perfect day for a wedding. The sun was bright, the sky was clear, and the Weasley house was buzzing with excitement for the later events of the day. Although the house was filled with chaos, an underlying calm could be felt, as if all was forgotten about the coming war and recent losses. It was as if time had stopped, and joy had filled the world once more. You stood in the kitchen watching the men raise the tent where the wedding would be held on the lawn, smiling at the back of the man you loved who was laughing and joking with his family. You twirled the newly acquired piece of gold that wrapped around your finger, a gorgeous Dutch marquise diamond sitting in the Center. Thoughts of your own coming nuptials overtook your mind, a mix of excitement and anticipation clouding your thoughts as you watched Fred set up for the wedding.

Yn?- oh good, there you are.

You turned to the sweet shrill of Molly Weasley's voice entering the kitchen accompanied by her hurried steps.

Have you seen Fleur's bouquet? She said she asked you to fetch it?

Molly asked with a hint of frustrated anxiety. You gasped softly and turned back to the window you were daydreaming out of only moments ago. There, in a simple vase, sat the beautiful bouquet of lilies and roses, which had been enchanted with the blue butterflies of the Veela witches fluttering around it.

Oh, Merlin. I’m sorry, Mrs. Weasley, I must’ve gotten distracted.

Your response was scattered as you quickly grabbed the bouquet. You hurried past Molly, who sighed, relieved, and up the stairs to Bill's old room to deliver the flowers. The sight of Fleur was breathtaking; you and her were quick to form a bond when Bill introduced her to the family. One that comes from the shared experience of unintentional harsh judgement from the Weasley matriarch.

You’re stunning Fleur…

You swooned as you entered the room and handed her the flowers. She smiled brightly, relief also showing in her eyes from finally having her bouquet.

Thank you, Yn. You look beautiful as well.

Both of your eyes shone with tears as you smiled and pulled each other into a gentle hug.

Are you ready?

You pulled back, holding onto her hand and shaking it with a tight, excited squeeze. Her nod was quick but there was a moment of hesitation that did not go unnoticed by you. You tilted your head and cocked your brow with a silent question.

It’s nothing… just… what if he suddenly changes his mind? You, more than anyone, know how Mrs Weasley feels about our marriage.

She said, wiping a tear from under her eye and turning her gaze to her bouquet.

The sharp sound of a tsk escaped your lips, and you rolled your eyes.

He would never. He loves you, Fleur, no matter what his mother thinks. I think he made that pretty clear.

A laugh erupted from you both at the memory of the less-than-perfect engagement announcement that took place a few months ago. Which resulted in quite the argument between her fiancé and his mother prompting you to ask Fred and George for some distraction to break it up. Long story short, Molly had become so angry with the twins for their prank that her son’s engagement was long forgotten. Your laughs died down, and a beat of silence filled the air as you smiled at one another.

He loves you, Fleur… you’re getting married today!

An excited squeal leaks from your throat, and Fleur joins in.

Thank you, yn.

You hug each other once more before a knock is heard at the door. You call for the person to come in, separating from Fleur and watching as Hermione peaks inside.

It’s time.

She calls cheerily. You and Fleur give one last glance to each other before heading down the stairs, her first and you following behind, being careful of the dress train that is bundled in your hands to ensure she doesn’t fall.

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You sat comfortably beside Fred during the ceremony. Your legs were crossed toward him, and his hand rested on your thigh. Your arm rested looped with his, and a gentle smile lay on both of your lips. Fred had been thinking about you all day. Preparing for this wedding had only fueled his desire to be married to you. He knew from the first day he met you that he loved you, and although some thought you got engaged too young, he just did not want to live his life without you as his wife any longer. The coming war was another reason for the prompt engagement. The thought of losing you terrified him. Not only that, but the thought of you losing him without knowing just how much he loved you broke his heart. You agreed to marry after Bill and Fleur, but as he sat there, watching his brother and Fleur smiling at each other at the altar, a wicked idea crossed his mind. He turned to you, smiling with adoration at your glowing appearance and gave your thigh a gentle squeeze. Your attention was successfully drawn from the altar to him, and you met his eyes just as the minister announced it was time for the couple to exchange vows.

Please repeat after me...

The minister instructed Bill. Fred just continued to stare into your eyes as the minister spoke the vows for the groom to repeat. Your brows furrowed in confusion at the extended stare you were receiving from him. You could faintly hear the priest in the background, then just as Bill began to speak, Fred gently whispered, only loud enough for you to hear.

I, Fred Weasley...

He started after gently clearing his throat, his eyes shining with mischievous happiness. You only continued to stare up in confusion at him.

Take you, yn ln, to be my wife...

Realization washed over you at what he was doing. He was marrying you. It may not be your wedding or an official ceremony, but at this moment, you and Fred were getting married. Your eyes began to mist, and your expression shifted from confusion to love. The voices of Bill and the minister suddenly became muffled as all you could focus on was Fred's gentle voice.

To have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, in sickness and health, to love and to cherish, until death do us part.

He finished, his whispered voice cracking and a broad beaming smile spread on his face. You took a moment to compose yourself, gently wiping a fallen tear from your cheek, then met his eyes again as you heard Fleur begin to speak.

I, yn ln...

Fred began to tear up now, squeezing your leg even tighter, shifting in his seat slightly so that his full attention was on you as he fought to hold back tears.

Take you, Fred Weasley, to be my husband... To have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, in sickness and health, to love and to cherish, until death do us part.

You finished smiling wide. A stray tear escaped Fred's eye as he looked at you, his wife. The love he felt was indescribable, and the happiness was overwhelming. You matched his smile, squeezing his bicep affectionately.

Really?

He asked, making you chuckle softly. This man couldn't believe that this was happening, that he got so lucky.

Yes, Really.

You reassured him.

By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife!

The minister proudly proclaimed. Cheers from the wedding guests erupted throughout the tent, but you and Free paid no mind to it, wrapped too tightly into your own little world.

You may now kiss your bride!

The crowd stood as the Bill dripped Fleur into a loving kiss. You and Fred remained seated, and Fred was quick to react to those words, placing one of his hands on the back of your head and pulling you into a passionate kiss. Your lips moved in sync as the crowd around you cheered and celebrated, the two of you going completely unnoticed. After a long beat, Fred pulled away, staying close and looking deep into your eyes with the goofiest love-sicken smile. You were sure that yours matched.

I love you, Mrs. Weasley.

He declared quietly, in keeping with the private moment you just shared.

I love you too, Mr. Weasley.

You responded with a tear-filled giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for another kiss. The two of you relishing in each other as man and wife.

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"3…2..1.. DIVE!"

cedric diggory x fem mermaid reader

- use of y/n, reader is in slytherin AND IS A MERMAIDDD, reader is independent, cedric is your cheesy lover, triwizard cup (2nd task) drama, you almost being caught as a mermaid

warnings: nothing

i write quick stories, but dis one felt a tiny lil longer than usual so enjoy😋

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the bell rang. you were so glad to be out of ms trelawneys lesson. she was such an oaf, with her ''ooohh i see potentional murder ahead!" or her 'aahh i see much death in your future!'. like, honestly!

not that trelawneys sayings would've been a surprise; half-blood mermaids were very rare and often seen as demons. and funny enough, you were one of them.

you made your way down the stairs to study in the library.you avoided pansy parkinson and her little group, as they always put themselves in drama and you were never up for that.

once arrived, you yanked about 5 books from a shelf and then seated yourself at a table next to a big window.

you began reading. first book, second book, third book-

ding!

19.00.

you closed the books quickly, put them back and then rushed so fast out of the library, making people turn their heads.you went upstairs, third floor, to the prefects bathroom, then muttered something that sounded like 'pine-fresh' and the painting swept forwards and you quickly stepped in.

there was nobody, as expected, except for the mermaid on the painting onto the wall. you waved politely and she waved back excitedly, looking as if she had missed you really much. you undressed, leaving yourself completely naked, then stepped into the pool.

after what felt like 10 minutes you felt your body heat up, your toes clench really hard, and your breathing quickened. the double eyelids formed onto your face.

what used to be your legs had now shaped into a long dark green, grey-ish shiny tail. your skin turned a little grey too, and your nails extended in length. your iris had become bloodred of colour, and your black pupils dilated until there was just a thin red line around the black dot. you sighed as all the changes finished, and relaxed.

about 50 seconds later, you heard the prefects bathroom opening open. it was him.

you looked up, hoping it was him and not someone else. the painting creaked and there you saw the tall, fit, brunette figure walk through.

"cedric." you whispered in happiness. he smiled at you before sprinting and hastily jumping into the pool.

you squeaked. "cedric!" he laughed, shaking the water off his hair and swam towards you. "well, hello beautiful." he smirked, eyeing your sea creature body. your breasts were practically naked, except for the shell symbols spread around your areola.

"ced. your clothes are wet." you said sarcastically, staring up into his eyes while his arm rests around your shoulder.

"doesn't matter, love. how've you been? mind helping me with the triwizard cup? i think it has something to do with, you know, your kind. i heard sirens when i opened that egg. anyways, i hope they wo-"

you admired him as he kept talking about the upcoming triwizard task. you were so lucky to have him, he never judged you on being a mermaid. of course, he's also the only one that knows about it.

your deadly- (but oddly attractive to cedric) -eyes were caught by cedric as he finished the topic. he stared at you, and if looks could kill, you'd definitely been dead. you leaned your body onto him, resting your head on his shoulder.

"i don't know what i would do without you, cedric." you spoke softly. cedric chuckled.

"well, luckily that's something you don't ever have to worry about."

"promise?" you whispered, stroking his arm with your dainty hands.

"promise."

the mermaid in the painting clasped her hands onto her mouth, and her watery eyes blinked dramatically. she wiped them with a piece of seaweed.

cedrics hand that wasn't at your shoulder, trailed down your tail and felt at the texture.

he was mesmerized. he'd seen your mermaid self once before, from afar. now that he sees it up close, it's so much prettier.

you smiled softly, exhausted from reading so long before. you glanced at the mermaid, who winked back at you.

"i love you." cedric suddenly said, what made you turn your head immediately.

"i love you, cedric" you said back, not breaking eyecontact.

"good. fish babies!" he joked.

you giggled and sat yourself sideways onto his lap. your tail flicked up and down in excitement, making the water splash. cedric grinned at your actions. then you locked lips with him, drowning in his taste.

if only this moment would never end.

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[CEDRICS POV)

it was the day of the second task. i was really nervous, but i prepared my bubble charm so everything should be fine.

bagman went on and on about this and that. to be fair, i wasn't listening. i was watching the lake before me, swinging my arms unpatiently.

"okay, enough chit-chatting! now, are we ready, best contestants?"

bloody right i was ready.

"3...2..1.. DIVE!"

an enormous splash erupted from the lake, onto the murmuring crowd. i swam and swam all the way down, trying to find what i was searching for. i didn't know exactly what. i just knew it would be guarded by mermen.

many minutes passed, and i saw 4 vague figures. i swam a little closer, and saw the four figures clearer. they were all tied up, cornered by merpeople.

one of them was a girl with rather bushy hair, next to her a boy with hair so red it looked like fire was burning in the lake, and next to him was a little girl, and right next to her was-

oh no. this couldn't be.

i frowned my eyebrows and my mouth dropped in fear. y/n.

the fact that it was y/n tied up, wasn't the worst thing. it was that her tail showed. a mermaid transformation took about 10 minutes, right? so whoever put her here must have done it quick! or else she would've been killed by them already.. if anyone up there sees she is a mermaid, things could get disgusting.

i examined her unconscious face, searching for any wounds. it was rather hard, curse the bubble charm for blurring my view.

i grabbed a knife i brought just in case from my pocket, and cut the ropes around her wrists. i carried her heavy figure up the water fast, as i felt like time was running out. our heads popped out, and y/ns eyes opened slowly. the first thing she saw was my face. then she looked around, very confused. she saw the water floating around her, and it looked like she was about to faint.

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[YOUR POV]

what? what is going on? you felt fear, anger, and confusion rise up within you. please let this be a nightmare, you thought.

a soaked cedric with a bubble around his head was looking at you, worryingly. when you wanted to say something, but it came out as a whimper, he shushed you. "shh, it's okay, leave everything up to me right now, okay?" he whispered.

"and we have our first contestant up! cedric diggory!". the gryffindors, hufflepuffs, ravenclaws and a few beauxbatons cheered loudly. some looked confused at your slightly new appearance; your grey skin & red eyes weren't hidden. cedric tried to hide you from the crowd.

he grinned at them so nobody would find it off, and then swam to dumbledore with you, both of your bodies underwater, except for your heads.

"sir, she- she's.." cedric tried to make up an excuse to make sure your body stayed beneath the surface. you looked at him, terrified.

dumbledore smiled. "it's okay, boy. i'm not stupid, you know. show her to me."

cedric hesitated, but you nodded, after all, he was the headmaster. what choice did cedric or you have?

you shyly turned around, horrified to see his reaction, but dumbledore kept his same expression. "ah. and so i was right." he said, his eyes twinkling.

you frowned your eyebrows in surprise, looked at cedric, and saw that he was doing the same. "your bubble still functions well, i'm assuming? 2 hours they work, yes?"dumbledore said.

"uuh, yes, sir." cedric said. "turn around, dive, go north, then west, you'll find a cave, go through there and leave the rest up to me."

you and cedric looked at eachother in both relief and confusion, then cedric nodded.-you swam forward, cedric holding onto your hand. a smile crept up your face, as he struggled to keep up with you.

"keep up, tough boy." you mouthed, feeling a little less worried then before.he just chuckled nervously at you. the moment of it was almost romantic, if to ignore the context. you felt a sense of joy, being in your other home, together with someone you wanna spend your entire life with.

hopefully, the next task would be a lot less terrifying.

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idk idk idkk. i don't rlly like this ☹️ but!! i felt like i wrote the task scene okay, right? 😝 anyways, hope u enjoyed!

- @delacoursshp

[tisayemate]

Christmas at The Burrow

Harry, Hermione, the Weasleys, Sirius, Remus (and all the other good characters) X Reader

Fluff

Summary: A bad day melts into laughter, love, and chaos at the Weasley’s on Christmas.

AN: Merry Christmas and a happy new year ya filthy animals!

story under the cut

The Burrow, as usual, was glowing with warm light and the sound of clattering dishes, laughter, and chatter spilling out even before you reached the door. You hesitated, your earlier frustrations from the day clinging to you like a stubborn shadow. But before you could even raise a hand to knock, the door burst open, and Fred’s grinning face appeared.

“There she is!” he crowed, pulling you inside as George popped up behind him.

“Late as always,” George said, shaking his head dramatically. “It’s a wonder you ever make it anywhere at all.”

“Oh, leave her alone,” Ginny said, sidling up to you and taking your coat. “Come on, sit down, get comfy. Mum’s been waiting to stuff you full of food all day.”

“I have not! I’ve just made a bit of stew and treacle tart, that’s all,” Molly called from the kitchen, where she was stirring something that smelled divine.

“Stew? Treacle tart?!” Ron perked up from the table, where he was already halfway through a biscuit.

“Save some for the rest of us, Ron,” Hermione scolded, though her soft smile was already directed at you. “Come on, sit with us. You look like you need a good laugh.”

Harry leaned forward from his seat, glasses slightly askew. “We’ve been plotting how to cheer you up all day,” he said, grinning. “And we’re excellent at it, if I do say so myself.”

“We are excellent,” Fred corrected. “Harry’s role in the operation is just sitting there looking tragic.”

“Oi!” Harry protested, though he was laughing too.

“Enough of this nonsense,” Sirius’s deep voice boomed from the armchair near the fire. He stood, a cheeky grin plastered across his face, and made his way to you. “Come here, kid.”

Before you could say anything, Sirius pulled you into a firm, fatherly hug, holding you close like he’d known you needed it. “You’re with us now,” he murmured into your hair. “No bad moods allowed. Got it?”

You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips despite yourself.

“That’s better.” He pulled back but kept an arm slung over your shoulder. “Now, sit. Eat. We’ve got plans, and you’re going to enjoy it.”

The plans turned out to be a mix of dinner, chaos, and ultimately, a movie night. After Molly served up her famous stew (with Neville nervously asking for seconds, clearly trying not to look greedy) and Fred managed to accidentally charm a bread roll to scream when bitten into, Ginny declared, “Alright, enough. It’s movie time.”

“Movie?” Luna’s dreamy voice piped up. “Oh, I do love Muggle contraptions.”

“Tonight’s feature: Home Alone 2: Lost in New York,” Hermione announced, holding up the DVD case like it was a sacred text.

“What’s it about?” Fleur asked, her lilting accent drawing curious looks from Cedric and Neville, who were already settling on the couch.

“Traps, chaos, and Christmas,” Harry explained simply, grabbing a bowl of popcorn and flopping onto the sofa next to Ron.

Soon, everyone was crammed into the Weasleys’ cozy living room. Sirius, with his arm draped around your shoulders like a comforting anchor, pulled you close.

The movie started, and it didn’t take long for the chaos to spread.

“Oh, that’s brilliant!” Fred said, pointing as Kevin tricked the hotel staff with his recorded messages.

“Can you imagine using that on Filch?” George added, cackling.

“Forget Filch,” Ron said, mouth full of popcorn. “I’d use it on Snape.”

“That’s awful!” Hermione scolded, though she was laughing along with everyone else.

“Well I know I’d pay to see it,” Remus mused, chuckling at the thought.

When Kevin’s elaborate traps started, Ginny groaned. “Imagine the cleanup after that. No thanks.”

“Cleanup?!” Sirius roared with laughter. “Ginny, it’s art! Pure, chaotic genius!”

“Poor burglars,” Luna mused, tilting her head thoughtfully. “They really should’ve worn helmets.”

As the Wet Bandits stumbled through the traps, Cedric winced every time something crashed or cracked. “That’s gotta hurt,” he muttered, shaking his head.

“You’d think they’d give up after the first house,” Neville added.

“But where’s the fun in that?” Harry said, grinning.

By the time the credits rolled, the room was filled with laughter and leftover popcorn scattered across every available surface. Sirius ruffled your hair affectionately. “Feeling better, kid?”

You nodded, smiling for what felt like the first time all day. “Yeah, I am.”

“Good,” Remus said from his spot by the fire, where he’d been quietly sipping tea and chuckling at the madness. “Because around here, happiness is non-negotiable.”

As you were pulled into a group hug orchestrated by Fred and George (complete with Ginny trying to shove Ron’s popcorn bowl out of the way), you realized that no matter how tough the day had been, you had a family here—a wonderfully loud, chaotic, loving family who could make you laugh until your sides hurt.

“Merry Christmas and a happy new year ya filthy animals!”

And as Fred squeezed your shoulder one last time before heading to the kitchen for a second helping of treacle tart, you couldn’t help but feel like everything was going to be alright.

[wizardingworldlibrary]

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[sailtomarina]

Written for Day 10 - Bonfire - of the Weasleys, Witches, & Writers’ Fall Fluff Fest 2024. Fleur/Bill | Rating: M (referenced sex, pregnancy) | WC 545 | Domestic fluff

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Fleur bid the final guest farewell and watched as they vanished through the Floo. She breathed a sigh of relief. As fun as it was to host friends and family, she always welcomed the solitude that followed their departure.

Shell Cottage sat quiet now. She tidied up as she walked through the front room. The dishes began washing themselves in the sink at a flick of her wand. Molly had insisted on helping before she’d left, so the food was already put away and the sand they’d tracked in from the beach swept away so not a speck remained.

Bill, however, was nowhere to be found. She wasn’t worried, though. She knew where he was.

Fleur closed the door tightly behind her, then made her way carefully down to the beach. The fall breeze wasn’t quite so cold yet to be unbearable, but they’d still lit a bonfire for everyone to enjoy. Some of them had enjoyed lounging by the warmth of the fire as they’d celebrated the reason for their gathering. Others had joined in on an impromptu Quidditch match with the beach as their pitch.

The flames were much lower now, the silhouette of her husband keeping watch nearby.

Silently, she slid an arm around his waist and welcomed his in return across her shoulders. He smelled of smoke and seasalt. Spice and musk. Looking up, she saw past the scars ravaging his skin to the wizard beneath–calm, discerning, and compassionate. He’d retained those qualities even after the werewolf bite.

He was rougher in other ways. There was a darker edge to his appetites. Fleur didn’t mind, because she, too, had her own violent tendencies. She’d demonstrated as such the first time they’d come together. He’d proudly kept the “battle scars” of her passion afterward, and continued to do so each time that followed.

They were mates. They were husband and wife. 

Parents, soon.

“Should we go back inside? Are you cold?” Bill looked down at her with concern, already thinking of two instead of one within her still slender frame.

She shook her head. “You are all I need.” And it was true. One of the most notable changes he’d undergone was elevated body heat. It didn't matter how cold it got; he no longer needed to concern himself with thick cloaks or gloves. Fleur merely had to stand in the circle of his arms to warm herself, just as she was doing now.

“How’s our girl? Is she behaving?”

“‘Ow are you so sure ze baby is a girl?” she teased. They’d had this conversation countless times since they’d first learned of the pregnancy.

He tapped his nose as he smirked down at her. “Yet another side effect. I realised just today what it meant.”

Fleur rolled her eyes, but pleasure unfurled like the heat currently radiating out to her fingertips and toes.

A girl. They’d have to think of names. Consider decor. She would be the first of this generation–a victory considering all they’d endured these long years.

“Let’s keep zat our secret for now,” she murmured.

Bill hummed in agreement, pulling her even tighter into his embrace.

They stayed like that a while longer yet, the crashing waves and crackling fire their only other company under the waning light.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Fleur Delacour/Bill Weasley Characters: Fleur Delacour, Bill Weasley Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Post-Battle of Hogwarts, POV Fleur Delacour, Veela Fleur Delacour, Protective Bill Weasley, Implied/Referenced Sex, Pregnancy, Romantic Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Facebook: Weasleys Witches & Writers, Fall Fluff Fest 2024, Weasleys Witches & Writers Fall Fluff Fest 2024, Not Beta Read Series: Part 10 of WWW Fall Fluff Fest 2024 Summary:

Fleur and Bill share a quiet moment together on the beach.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Hello. I hope I am not disturbing you. Can I request matchmaking if requests are still open? It can be romantic or platonic.

(X men/Hobbit/Lotr/Dc/Marvel/Harry Potter/Disney/ I hope it's not too much.) I'm 1.75 tall, chubby, white skinned girl. I am 23 years old. I have curly brown hair that reaches my shoulders and brown eyes. I'm a Gemini. I'm from the Infp.Ravenclaw building. Most of the time I am heterosexual but occasionally I think I am homosexual. I love writing stories, reading, digital drawing, watching movies and listening to music. I am interested in witchcraft, parapsychology, herbs and crystals. I love animals. (Except for those I'm afraid of.) I have an understanding, kind and caring nature. I'm not a brawler. But there are times when my patience runs out. I'm a very loyal person and I can't say no. Sometimes I feel like people don't really understand or don't want to understand me. I'm emotional. I am willing to help everyone,

Hi! You are not disturbing me, don't worry :) Matchups were open when you sent this in! Thank you for requesting one! I hope you like it, I'm so sorry for the long wait <33333

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Romantic

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X-Men -

Logan Howlett:

🏍 You met Logan when he visited the X-Mansion - having the mutation to speak to all animals, you were instantly intrigued by the man who had the same name as a Wolverine; Logan was also intrigued by you as well, finding you incredibly kind

🏍 After a couple of months, Logan was actually the one to confess to you, whilst the both of you were on a mission together

🏍 For some odd reason, Logan feels immensely calm around you - he liked to joke that it was because of your mutation and his almost animalistic characteristics; it just brings the both of you closer together

🏍 Logan was actually very interested in your interests - he had never met anyone who was interested in witchcraft - he'd often watch and follow as you went out into forests for herbs and go out to shop for crystals

🏍 You both compliment each other perfectly, both being very loyal to those that you care about, and feeling that others don't understand you; overall, you and Logan are a perfect match

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The Hobbit -

Tauriel:

🍂 You were actually a part of the Company when you first met Tauriel; she actually saved you from a giant spider before she, Legolas, and the other Elven guards captured you

🍂 Despite herself, Tauriel visited you a couple of times during the time of your capture; seeing as you weren't a Dwarf or Hobbit - she wanted to know why you had joined them on their journey

🍂 She actually felt sad that you would have to be locked up away until your stubborn King Thorin said otherwise to Thranduil - she knew that it was not your fault that Dwarves and Elves fought; she was chestfallen when you, the Dwarves, and Hobbit escaped

🍂 She was able to catch up with you, joining you at Bard's home; there you and Tauriel spoke about your interests, there she found out that you were a witch and healer

🍂 After the battle of the five armies - you and Tauriel fighting alongside each other - she convinced you to live in Mirkwood with her, and really, how could you say no?

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Lord Of The Rings -

Faramir:

⭐ You were actually childhood friends with Faramir - and Boromir but he isn't a man of quality... Anyway, you and Faramir had a very special connection

⭐ You both are very interesting in reading and writing - writing to each other if either were away (doing whatever Faramir/you do)

⭐ Though, when you do find yourselves in each other's presence - which is very often - you spend most of your time sitting comfortably reading together

⭐ When he could, Faramir likes to follow you around and learn more about witchcraft, listening intently as you explained spells, herbs, and so on - in which, later, Faramir gifted you a crystal that you had been wanting - (he really is a man of quality)

⭐ You and Faramir feel very comfortable with each other, feeling seen, and heard - Faramir believes that you are the most beautiful person in all of Middle Earth, your beautiful mind marveling above most - he plans to court you - if you wish to do so - in the future

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DC -

Clark Kent;

📰 You met Clark when you accidently bumped into him on your way to work, you coffee crashing and drenching yours and Clark's shirt - you were both very apologetic, and Clark offered to buy you a new coffee (cliche, I know); you got his number in the end (win-win)

📰 What was quite funny at the time, you bumped into Clark again! I know, life is crazy... But, you and Clark bumped into each other - thankfully on both of your days off - and the both of you decided to take a walk around a park together

📰 A couple of months later, you and Clark had become a couple - and then... You met Superman - and you instantly knew he was Clark (despite the spell his glasses held) you knew, witchcraffttttt

📰 You knowing, though worrying Clark that you might become a target, (you could take care of yourself); overall, it did bring the two of you closer together - power couple

📰 Clark loves how much you cared for the people you loved/cared about; he loves how much you help others, and he loves how loyal you are - and he loves how interested you are in parapsychology, he finds your interests very... Well, interesting

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Marvel -

Natasha Romanoff:

🌹 You met Nat when you joined the Avengers - you are quite powerful - having the power to talk to animals and many forms of witchcraft

🌹 She really first started spending time with you after a particularly tough mission between the both of you - she had that 'awe crap, i'm in love moment' when you got shot - though you quickly healed yourself with your craft

🌹 From then on, you and Nat were attached to the hip, spending most of your time together - snacking, baking, reading, training, missions, and even drawing together on rare occasions

🌹 You even had your first kiss at one of Tony's parties, dancing together during a slow song; it was very romantic, the world just fading away around the both of you

🌹 You and Natasha are truly amazing together - amazing fighters, amazing minds, and amazing hearts

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Harry Potter -

Fleur:

💌 You met Fleur during the tournament, as she walked down the rows of tables in the Great Hall, you were in love; as simple as that (and it wasn't just because she was half Veela)

💌 Fleur had felt quite the same, as she walked down the rows of tables, her eyes met yours, and there was just this amazing connection - a zing if you will - and from then on, you and Fleur met up as much as you could during the tournament

💌 When you could spend time together - though few in between - you would meet up in the library and read together, share your favorite books, and often softly read to each other

💌 After the tournament, you both swapped addresses, so the both of you could keep in touch; when possible, you both met up during the summer

💌 When you both spent time together during the summer, you and Fleur would often take walks, spending time in forests and wildflower fields, often braiding each other's hair; life was peaceful and perfect

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Disney -

Ella:

🕊 You met Ella at the ball of all places, dressed in your finest attire, you spotted Ella when she was dancing with the Prince; you found her incredibly beautiful and oh-so wished that you could be dancing with her

🕊 After the ball, you had heard that the Prince was having another ball, for he still needed to find a woman to marry - you guessed that he and Ella didn't have the connection everyone thought they had

🕊 The next time you saw Ella, you were in the market, getting herbs, when you ran into her - you felt a instant connection, there was just something about her smile, her eyes, that you - and Ella - felt something between the both of you

🕊 You often met up to talk when shopping in the market, which you both usually just ended up talking more than shopping; you both spoke about your interests, drawing, reading, and so on

🕊 It wasn't until later that you heard about her living situation; it was then your wish to take her out of that environment - you had a plan to help her

🕊 And you did, when the time was right, you asked Ella to move in with you - you had more than enough room, and she said yes; and from then on, the both of you lived happily ever after

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[tomjamesavery]

Reconciliations (Part One) Written for the Ginnyversary Bingo with the prompt: #O69 — "With her faded dress and worn shoes, she knew she couldn't go."

This is Chapter One of a two-chapter story, I will post over the coming few days :) Read on: AO3

Ginny stepped into the headmistress’s office in Hogwarts, as McGonagall greeted her with a curt nod. She was in a great mood. The weekend at home would bring her some much-needed relaxation, even with the whole wedding commotion.

“Miss Weasley,” McGonagall exclaimed in greeting. Her blue eyes observed her with what Ginny liked to call, The classic McGonagall look.

“Professor McGonagall,” Ginny replied, smiling at the Headmistress.

“The Floo is ready for you, and like we agreed, I expect you to be back on Sunday, no later than 8 pm. Is that clear?” The teacher sternly declared as Ginny nodded in confirmation.

“Well with that out of the way-” McGonagall gave Ginny one of her rare smiles. “-I wish you a nice weekend at Mr. Percy’s wedding. Please send him and Ms. Audrey my dearest regards.”

“I will! Thank you for letting me go!” Ginny replied, grinning at the Professor, just before disappearing into the flames.

A second later she was stumbling into the burrow living room, quickly dusting herself off in the process, struggling to get the soot out of her long hair.

Preparations were already in order, even though Percy and Audrey wouldn't marry at the Burrow like Bill and Fleur did, the whole kitchen and living room were filled with precooked dishes, desserts, and cakes for tomorrow. The smell was heavenly, and Ginny could basically hear her stomach yelling for something.

But that wasn’t on Ginny’s mind right now, she was glad McGonagall had let her go early since she still needed an outfit for tomorrow. Her dress for Bill’s wedding last year, had been destroyed in the fighting, and with the rest of her faded dresses and worn shoes, she knew she couldn’t go.

And there was another thing Ginny was nervous about. Harry would be there. And while they had mostly made up after what had happened before the battle, and over the time where he was on the run with her brother and Hermione. There was still palpable tension in the air between them.

The last time she had seen him was over a month ago when he had come to visit Hogwarts to help with some of the last bits of repair work that had to be done after the battle had destroyed large parts of the castle.

But the two of them had only exchanged some brief words, a heavy tension lying in the air throughout the whole conversation.

But right now Harry needed to wait, first Ginny needed to visit London for a dress new dress. There was no dress code for the wedding, Audrey-, to Percy’s dismay, -wanted to leave the choice up to each individual liking's, stating that it was just more fun, with which Ginny wholeheartedly agreed.

After Ginny had greeted her mother, who had been working in the garden, she quickly threw her bag onto her bed. Before taking the Floo to the leaky cauldron, where she met up with Fleur who would help her with picking out a fitting dress for the wedding.

The two women had quickly grown closer after the battle, as Fleur had been there for the family every single minute after they had lost Fred, and Ginny would be forever grateful for that.

Ginny greeted the older women with a wave, as Fleur stepped into the Leaky cauldron. Squeezing past a group of slightly tipsy goblins.

“Hello Ginny, you look great, I am happy to zee you!” She called out, quickly closing the distance before the two hugged tightly. Ginny could smell Fleur’s familiar lavender perfume, and it reminded her of the many evenings her sister-in-law had sat with her in the Burrow living room, listening to Ginny sharing all her favourite memories of Fred.

“Hi! I am so happy to see you too.” Ginny told her. “Thank you a lot for doing this, I would’ve been totally lost without you, dresses and I don’t go well together.” She chuckled, only making Fleur shake her head.

“Zis is so wrong!  On mine and Bill’s wedding, you looked more than stunning in your dress!” Fleur honestly told her. “You have become a beautiful young woman, Ginny!”

Ginny slightly blushed under the praise as they made their way outside, and Ginny almost stumbled over a dancing Goblin.

They talked about Hogwarts and how the Wizarding and Witching world was recovering from Voldemort’s tough reign. Fleur and Bill had been promoted, and now both lead new rebuilding and subsidising departments at Gringotts. Things were looking up all around.

They walked in comfortable silence for a few minutes, and Ginny used the chance to take in the muggle architecture of the big city, still not feeling comfortable while these blasted muggle machines raced past them. Brooms were so much more convenient she thought.

They stopped in front of a red light at a crosswalk and Fleur stared at her for a second, before she spoke up.

“What is with Harry? Have you spoken to him rezently?” The blond woman observed her carefully and Ginny only stared out into the distance as she spoke up.

“No… Not really.” She paused for a while.

“I guess things between us are still complicated…” She started.  “It’s just… I guess…” Ginny paused again.

“So much happened while he was gone, and we both went through so much, it takes time. We both still love each other, that I know. But we don’t want to rush things now.” She sighed, staring at the traffic light which had just turned green, as the two women crossed the road.

“See, I understand that.” Fleur began. “But there is taking things slow, and there is basically not doing anything at all.”

They had reached the other side and Fleur stopped to look at her as Ginny met her sister-in-law’s clear blue eyes. “Ginny, it has been eight months since the battle, you two can’t keep avoiding each other.” Fleur pointed out. “You two are made for each other, you love each other, you need each other! Every day you aren’t together you’re missing out on so much love and happiness.” She finished.

And Ginny knew she was right, she loved Harry, and she knew Harry loved her just as much, they had this bond, this connection neither of them could explain, they were drawn towards each other, every second of every day, every moment that passed her heart yearned for him.

But they needed to speak, and neither of them was especially great when it came to talking about their feelings. Ginny sighed, as she brushed her red hair from her eyes, the wind was blowing strongly and she was struggling to keep it under control.

She met Fleur’s gaze again before she spoke up. “You’re right…” Ginny admitted. “But how? We are just so bad when it comes to talking about what moves us and goes on in our minds.” She asked, making Fleur chuckle.

“Ginny, think back, your bond was so special, you told me that you and Harry could share anything, and there was nothing you two couldn’t talk about. You two just understood each other! Being able to talk about anything is so rare, and it just shows how much you are made for each other.” Fleur explained bluntly.

“You just both need to get over this mental blockade that things are suddenly different. Because they aren’t, you still love each other, you still get each other.”

Fleur was quiet for a second as she seemed to think before a grin crossed her features. “I think you are both just scared to discover that things between you have changed, that you have grown apart, and that you don’t love each other anymore. But all of that couldn't be further from the truth! You still are so alike, you still are so in love, and I think those months of hardship you both endured will just bring you two even closer together than you have ever been before!” She finished, looking at Ginny in understanding.

And Ginny knew Fleur was right. She had been scared to find a different Harry, a Harry she couldn’t love anymore, a changed Harry. And she was scared Harry would see her differently, and maybe would lose interest, moving on to someone else. But that was all wrong, those months of darkness had infected them with doubt and insecurity. Fleur was right, they needed to talk, as soon as possible, he was the love of her life, every day they weren’t together was a day without the person she loved most on this planet.

Her face broke out into a wide grin as she spoke. “Fleur, You are so- “-Right. I know!” The blond woman cut her off, smiling, making Ginny roll her eyes as she couldn’t contain her laughter.

“Yes, yes, you are right,” Ginny admitted. “Me and Harry need to talk, as soon as possible-” She stared ahead, the early spring sun bathing the houses in a slight tinge of orange. “-because I love this man more than anything else…”

[midnighthermione]

Paring: Fleur Delacour x Hermione Granger (Fleurmione)

WC: 1.8K

Warning: MarriedLife, Fluff, DomesticBliss, SoftDomHermione, SubFleur, PraiseKink, Cuddles, CEOHermione, HousewifeFleur, ProtectiveHermione, FlusteredFleur, Comfort, LoveLanguageTouch, SpoiledWife, Wholesome

Summary: After a long day, Hermione clings to Fleur, showering her with love and praise until Fleur blushes and hides in her chest, utterly flustered.

Title: A Long Day's Reward

The day had been relentless. Meetings

stretched endlessly, emails piled up, and

Hermione Granger-CEO of the most

powerful conglomerates in the world-had

barely had a moment to breathe. She was

used to the pressure, the expectations, the

weight of an empire resting on her

shoulders. But no matter how exhausting

the day, there was always one thing that

made it all worth it.

Home. Fleur.

The moment Hermione stepped into their

luxurious penthouse, the scent of something

warm and delicious filled the air. She inhaled

deeply, feeling the tension in her muscles

begin to ease. Quietly, she slipped off her

heels, shrugging out of her tailored jacket

and placing it neatly on the hanger near the

door. Her bag followed, abandoned for the

night.

Padding softly towards the kitchen, she

caught sight of Fleur standing at the stove,

humming lightly to herself. The sight made

Hermione's breath hitch. Fleur was wearing

one of those adorable outfits she loved-

something soft and delicate, an apron tied

around her waist, accentuating the gentle

curve of her hips. Her silvery-blonde hair

cascaded over one shoulder, her movements

graceful as she stirred the sauce in the pan.

She hadn't noticed Hermione yet.

A small, rare smile curved Hermione's lips

She stepped forward silently, closing the

space between them, and then-

She wrapped her arms around Fleur's waist

from behind, pulling her against her body,

nuzzling into the warmth of her neck.

Fleur gasped, startled at first, but then

immediately relaxed into Hermione's hold,

melting against her.

"Mon amour," Fleur sighed, her voice soft,

her accent thick as she leaned into the

embrace.

Hermione let out a tired breath, inhaling

Fleur's scent-vanilla and something

uniquely her. "Mmm," she hummed against

Fleur's skin, pressing a kiss to the spot just

below her ear. "You smell divine.”

Fleur shivered, her blush creeping up her

cheeks. "I-I did not hear you come in," she

murmured, stirring the sauce distractedly

though her focus had clearly shifted.

Hermione tightened her grip, pressing her

body fully against Fleur's back, resting her

chin on Fleur's shoulder. "Long day," she

admitted, her voice lower now, rougher

"Needed this. Needed you."

Fleur's hands trembled slightly as she set

the spoon down. She was always so

responsive, so sweet for Hermione.

"Such a good wife," Hermione praised,

kissing her neck again, reveling in the way

Fleur's breath hitched. "Taking care of me

even when I don't deserve it.”

Fleur let out a soft whimper, her blush

deepening. "You-you always deserve it,

chérie," she whispered, her fingers gripping

the edge of the counter for support.

Hermione smirked, shifting just enough to

let her hands roam over Fleur's waist, her

fingertips brushing over the soft fabric of

her outfit. "Look at you," she murmured

approvingly. "So beautiful. So perfect."

Fleur swallowed hard, her body going pliant

in Hermione's hold, her breathing uneven

She always melted under Hermione's touch

under her praise

Hermione exhaled slowly, her exhaustion

momentarily forgotten in favor of the

warmth in her arms. "I don't know what I did

to deserve you, Fleur," she admitted

pressing another lingering kiss against her

shoulder. "But I'm never letting you go.”

Fleur turned her head slightly, meeting

Hermione's gaze with those stunning blue

eyes, filled with nothing but love and

devotion. "I will never let you go either," she

promised softly.

Hermione kissed her, slow and deep, pouring

all of her gratitude, her exhaustion, her need

into it.

Dinner could wait.

Fleur was the only thing that mattered. After all Hermione had no intention of letting go.

_ 🔷️ _

Fleur was warm, soft, and smelled like vanilla and home—everything Hermione needed after a long, exhausting day. So, without a second thought, she reached out with one hand and flicked her wand at the stove, shutting off the burners and preventing any risk of their dinner turning into a disaster. The room dimmed slightly, the only sound left was Fleur’s soft breathing.

Before Fleur could protest, Hermione tightened her grip around her waist, bent slightly, and lifted her off the ground.

“Ah—Hermione!” Fleur gasped, squealing as she suddenly found herself thrown over Hermione’s shoulder, her hair cascading down.

Hermione smirked, one hand firmly holding Fleur in place while the other gave a light smack to her thigh. “Shhh, mon amour. You’re mine tonight.”

Fleur buried her face in her hands, her entire body burning with heat. “You—you are impossible.”

“And yet, you adore me,” Hermione teased, carrying her effortlessly toward the living room. She walked past the plush sofas and straight to their massive sectional couch, where she lay down, bringing Fleur with her.

Hermione adjusted their position so that Fleur was lying in front of her, completely enveloped in her arms. Fleur’s body fit perfectly against her own, warm and comforting. Hermione exhaled, pressing a kiss to the back of Fleur’s neck before reaching for the sleek, thin laptop sitting on the coffee table.

She placed it onto Fleur’s lap and murmured against her ear, “Shop.”

Fleur blinked, confused. “Quoi?”

Hermione hummed, arms tightening around Fleur’s waist. “Shop. Buy whatever you want. Clothes, shoes, jewelry—anything.” She let her fingers trail lazily over Fleur’s stomach. “I want to spoil you.”

Fleur’s face turned scarlet. “You do not have to—”

“I want to,” Hermione interrupted firmly. She nudged Fleur’s cheek with her nose before kissing her temple. “I work hard so I can take care of you. So I can see you happy.”

Fleur let out a soft, shaky breath. She knew arguing with Hermione about this was pointless, so she sighed and clicked open her favorite designer website.

As she scrolled, Hermione kept her arms wrapped tightly around Fleur, occasionally pressing gentle kisses against her shoulder, her cheek, the shell of her ear. Every so often, she’d murmur praise.

“Such a good girl for me.”

“My perfect wife.”

“You deserve the world, mon amour.”

Fleur’s fingers trembled slightly on the trackpad, the attention making her dizzy with warmth. She could barely focus on picking out clothes when Hermione kept pressing soft kisses against her skin.

“Chérie,” Fleur murmured, flustered, “I—I cannot focus if you keep doing zat.”

Hermione smirked, nuzzling into Fleur’s hair. “Then don’t focus. Just relax and let me hold you.”

Fleur bit her lip, completely undone by Hermione’s tenderness.

She wasn’t sure if she’d end up buying anything tonight.

But she knew, without a doubt, that she’d stay in Hermione’s arms for as long as she could.

_ 🔷️ _

Fleur had just started focusing again, since Hermione got quiet while holding her, fleur is scrolling through the endless selections of elegant dresses, shoes, and accessories, when Hermione’s hand suddenly covered hers.

Fleur paused, watching as Hermione guided the cursor to a delicate sleep gown—light blue, made of soft, flowing fabric. It was short, barely reaching the hips, with thin straps and a teasingly low neckline that dipped between the chest.

Fleur swallowed, her cheeks flushing as she stared at the screen. “Hermione…”

Hermione hummed, her voice a low murmur against Fleur’s ear. “You’d look stunning in this,” she whispered, her fingers trailing slowly down Fleur’s arm before gliding to her waist. “So beautiful… so perfect for me.”

Fleur’s breath hitched as Hermione’s hands moved, tracing over her sides and stomach with slow, lazy strokes. The warmth of her touch sent a shiver down Fleur’s spine.

“Go on,” Hermione encouraged, pressing a soft kiss just below Fleur’s ear. “Add it to the cart.”

Fleur hesitated for a moment, not because she didn’t want it, but because Hermione’s attention made her heart race in the most distracting way. Eventually, she clicked the button, and Hermione let out a pleased hum.

“Good girl,” Hermione praised, her hands continuing their slow, soothing caresses. “You always make me so proud, mon amour.”

Fleur felt like she was melting, her entire body tingling under Hermione’s touch. She leaned back slightly, allowing Hermione to hold her even closer.

“I adore you,” Hermione murmured, placing another gentle kiss on Fleur’s shoulder, her fingers still tracing delicate patterns over her stomach. “Every inch of you.”

Fleur let out a soft sigh, her heart full, her body warm. She didn’t need expensive dresses or lavish gifts—this, right here, was everything.

Being in Hermione’s arms, feeling so loved, so cherished… nothing in the world compared to this.

_ 🔷️ _

Hermione continued her slow, deliberate

caresses, her voice soft and rich as she

whispered praise after praise into Fleur's ear.

"My beautiful wife."

"My perfect angel."

"So sweet, so good for me."

Fleur was already flushed, her hands

trembling slightly over the laptop trackpad

but then-

Hermione leaned in closer, her breath warm

against Fleur's skin, and murmured the

words that completely unraveled her.

“You were made to be the mother of my children.”

Fleur's entire body tensed. Her face turned a

deep, burning red as she let out a tiny,

choked sound. Without thinking, she

grabbed the nearest cushion and pressed it

against Hermione's face, completely

covering her.

"H-Hermione!" Fleur stuttered, her voice

breaking as she tried to compose herself.

"Z-Zat-You-!"

Behind the cushion, Hermione let out a low

chuckle, clearly amused. She let Fleur flail

for a few more seconds before gently pulling

the pillow down, revealing her smirking face.

"Fleur," Hermione said, her voice softer now,

her eyes warm with affection.

Before Fleur could try to hide again,

Hermione cupped her face and pressed a

slow, lingering kiss to her lips. The touch

was gentle, grounding, a silent reminder that

Fleur didn't need to be flustered--just loved It worked.

Fleur exhaled shakily, her body relaxing as

she melted into the kiss.

When Hermione pulled away, Fleur didn't

even try to meet her gaze. Instead, she

turned and buried her face in Hermione's

chest, her arms wrapping around her tightly

as if she could hide from the world.

_ 🔷️ _

Hermione chuckled, rubbing soothing circles

into Fleur's back. "You're adorable," she

whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of her

head. "And you're mine.”

Fleur mumbled something in response, but it

was muffled against Hermione's shirt.

Hermione only smiled.

She wasn't letting go anytime soon

Hermione chuckled, rubbing soothing circles

into Fleur's back, feeling the warmth of her

body pressed tightly against her own.

"You're adorable, she whispered, pressing a

lingering kiss to the top of Fleur's head. "And

you're mine-my beautiful, perfect wife."

Fleur let out a tiny whimper, still hiding in

Hermione's chest, her entire body burning

with embarrassment. She gripped

Hermione's shirt tightly, refusing to lift her

head.

Hermione only smiled, her fingers tracing

gentle patterns along Fleur's spine.

She wasn't letting go anytime soon. This

was her home, her peace-her Fleur.

[koelsongs]

Summary: James wastes no time in telling everyone about what he saw at Platform 9 & 3/4. How does everybody react?

Pairing: Teddy Lupin/Victoire Weasley

Preview

They stood there in comfortable, passionate togetherness, when they were interrupted, much too soon, by a loud, horrified shout of:

"Oi! What do you think you're doing?"

James was standing there staring at his cousin and his god brother (as he insisted on calling Teddy), his hand over his mouth, his eyes wide open in horror.

Teddy broke away and gave James his best imitation of Ginny's THE LOOK, with his arms still around Victoire.

"James, I just came to see her off," he said patiently.

"Were you snogging her?" came the awed response. James's eyes looked as though they were going to pop out. Teddy resisted a conquering urge to laugh.

"Go away, James." Teddy looked at Victoire and shrugged as James gaped at them one more time and turned away, disappearing into the crowd.

"Guess you've traumatized yet another kid." Victoire said, nestling closer in Teddy's arms.

"I only hope he hasn't gone and told everyone on the platform yet," Teddy said fervently, resting his chin on top of her head.

[ragana62]

Now that it’s live, I can start posting my fics for Lauren’s Kitchen’s Only One Fest!

Kicking things off with some Bill/Fleur fluffiness and Bird Brained!

[strixxinxiang]

Scrolls & Basilisks

StrixXīnXiǎng

Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

F/M

Fandom:

Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Relationship:

Fleur Delacour/Bill Weasley

Characters:

Fleur Delacour, Bill Weasley

Additional Tags:

Basilisks, Muggle London, Apparating (Harry Potter), Married Couple, Fluff, Adventure & Romance

Language:

English

Collections:

Hump Day Drabbles

Stats:

Published: 2023-08-06

Words: 1,529

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Bill and Fleur find themselves faced with a Basilisk in Muggle London. Not your average, run of the mill day date with your spouse.

Written for the prompt from Weasleys, Witches, and Writers

Weasley: Bill

Magical Creature: Basilisk

Location: Muggle London

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49144948

[the-colourful-witch]

Fleur Yule Ball

Dress designs for Fleur Delacour at the Yule Ball ❄️✨ This was a fun one for me. The only description I found for Fleur's look at the Yule Ball was: dress robes of silver-gray. As usual, I took some liberties with it, but I loved trying these looks for Fleur. We all see her as this elegant, fashionable girl who could bring men down with just a wink and a flip of her silvery blonde hair. That's fun for me, an artist, to play with. I like Fleur's character. She's pretty unapologetically herself and knows she's beautiful. She also knows people mostly pay her attention, simply because of that fact and chooses not to bother being nice to every person coming up to her. Who knows what they want? I think she deserves a little more credit for getting through the tough Triwizard Tournament and the horrors she's experienced there. Cedric was her friend, too... Despite all the terrors of the war and the Tournament, I like that she fell in love with Bill and that they were so happy together. I love how she stood up to Molly and won her over because of how much she loved Bill. This is a beautiful girl, inside and out :) I like these dress designs. Personally, I like them all a LOT, but if I had to choose one, I think I'd go with... 2 or 3. The simplicity feels like Fleur. She doesn't need a lot of fluff to prove she's a beauty.

What do you think?

Also, how bloody good was the CASTING of this girl? Look at her! She IS Fleur Delacour! <3✨

[fleurmionefridays]

Fleurmione Fridays: Winter 2025 Cozy ❄️☕️

A quarterly rec list curated by the 18+ fleurmione discord server. Inspired by @hpsaffics #wlw wednesday.

It's cold outside and you'd rather be cuddled up under the covers with a cocoa and a warm, cozy, fleurmione fic. Don't worry, the Fleurmione server has got you covered with 13 cozy and completed fics under the cut.

Dance with me by @mycatismyeditor | E, 38.7k multichap.

“By the end you'll be wishing that Hermione would explain electricity to you as well.” - Random "Women supporting women, but also getting the girl in the end. And one lucky little one gets a kickass new mommy." - Wisp

Winning Affections by @lipzlipzlipz | G, 31.7k multichap. Hermione knew that courtship rituals varied across cultures and that it was impossible to know them all. But to unknowingly participate in one? She was much too smart for that.

The Splendid Gallery by LullabyKnell | G, 23.5k one shot. Pre-POA AU: In the summer of 1993, the Grangers vacation in France and meet the Delacours. When the Granger-Delacour parents elect to explore Wizarding France as a group, Hermione Granger is thrown together with a girl named Fleur Delacour due to some bizarre idea that they will somehow magically become friends. Even though they have nothing whatsoever in common and Hermione doesn't like Fleur at all!

“It's cute watching someone fervently and passionately try to explain concepts and ideas to someone, but not be fluent in the language. Fleur is super endearing in this, and doesn't let her lack of vocabulary in English stop her.” - Wisp

Lost & Found by lady_wordslaot | M, 12.8k one shot. Hermione gets lost in the Forbidden Forest on a camping trip with her husband, Ron. Weeks later she stumbles onto Shell Cottage and its owner, Fleur.

“I sipped my tea at the shift in tone at the end. It was cottagecore cozy with a dash of spice.” - Random

Too Much to Handle by magiciansofmurs | T, 10.3k one shot.

“Only the slightest sliver of angst but the rest of it is pure fluffy romcom and I just want to snuggle in a blanket while reading it." -Lipz. "The dog makes this fluffy fic even fluffier." - Random

Reckless by @mushroom-grey-scale | T, 6.6k one shot. Fleur Delacour announced that she would marry the first person who took the key to her front door from her cat's collar. What could go wrong?

"A cat and the key trope but make it fleurmione." -Lipz

A Fox in the Garden by @trashpandadreamer | M, 6.6k one shot. Fleur is caught by a curse and rescued by Hermione, who doesn't know who she is. Hilarity ensues as Fleur tries to get Hermione to realize who she is.

Just a normal morning by @mycatismyeditor | T, 6.3k one shot. Fleur goes about her morning routine reflecting on the past as she worries about her wife.

“Vlogging at its cozy best.” - Random

Français by not_here_leave_a_message | T, 4k one shot. Viktor was subtle but straight-forward. He had questions and he asked them and he got to know her that way. And Fleur? Fleur was a mess who aired her woes about her crush to her friends. In French...too bad Hermione speaks French. Sshhh!

“Fleur is a useless gay, and fluent in gay. Little did she know, Hermione is apparently also fluent in useless gay.” - Wisp

Just Gals Being Pals by DisasterXL | NR, 3.9k one shot.

"While Hermione and Apolline butt heads over blankets, you'll feel blanketed by this fluffy, mostly oblivious ride." - Murs

Heated Charms by @terra-wisp | T, 3.3k one shot. In which Fleur Delacour has a terrible week, winters are surprisingly cold, and Hermione Granger is amazing at putting up with nonsense even if it comes in the form of a beautiful but undoubtedly crazy blonde. Fluff and sass ensues.

"Like the tag says, cuddles solve all the problems, especially for a veela who's cold." - Lipz

Dragons, Scientists, and Crushes, Oh my! by @trashpandadreamer | T, 3.2k one shot. Fleur is an adventurer who is bent on impressing her crush. Hermione is an oblivious scientist who loves her research. Together they go on an epic adventure with dragons.

"Cozy fantasy counts, right? Nerdy scientist Hermione and exasperated protective Fleur are an adorable duo." - Lipz

She's in the Rain by wintersquill | G, <1k one shot. Fleur Delacour stumbles out of a thunder storm and into the quaint little coffee shop that Hermione works at.

"What's more cozy than getting out of the rain in a coffee shop? This one is short and sweet." -Lipz

[slytherinboysappreciation]

Hi, I’m Stevie :) I’m 20

Hufflepuff 💛 and a Pisces

I love Harry Potter (but hate JK Rowling)

Blog does have 18+ content so no minors please

Dividers made by @roseraris, banners made by me

This blog is OPEN FOR BUSINESS!!! My requests are OPEN, but only for fluff and maybe angst

All female reader requests will be ignored and deleted unless they are for a ship with a female character (like Hermione or Pansy) Please only request male, trans, gender neutral, or nonbinary readers for the usual Slytherin boys. Thank you

I’ve just started crossposting my works to AO3 under the username EvelynDiggory. That is the only other place I’ve posted my works.

Please don’t copy, steal, or otherwise redistribute my works without my permission. All my stories are written by me. Thank you 💛

My moodboards so far:

Slytherin Boys Moodboard Masterlist

Pansy Parkinson (fancast version)

Daphne Greengrass (fancast version)

Slytherin Friendgroup Christmas Moodboards

Cedric Diggory

Hogwarts House Moodboard Masterlist

Fleur Delacour

Hermione Granger

Weasley Twins

Luna Lovegood

Remus Lupin (fancast version)

James Potter

Being Remus Lupin’s Loverboy

Sirius Black

My fics so far:

Tom Riddle Masterlist

Mattheo Riddle Masterlist

Lorenzo Berkshire Masterlist

Theodore Nott Masterlist

Draco Malfoy Masterlist

Blaise Zabini Masterlist

Regulus Black Masterlist

Pansy Parkinson Masterlist

None of the images in the moodboards are mine. They were all found from Pinterest or online 😊 All edits to them were done by me though

[prettiestlovergirl]

❝ REQUESTS !

" late night devil, put your hands on me "

disclaimers ༊彡⬭ 𓈒  I

✪ please check my rules before you request anything! and please read these disclaimers, if you are in violation of any rules, you will be deleted and/or blocked.

✪ please make sure you have your age in your bio/ pinned on your account! i do not interact with minors!!

✪ there is no guarantee that i will write what you've requested! i do not always have inspiration for things, so please bear with me and PLEASE do not message me/harass me about whether or not i saw your message.

✪ smut is my preferred genre but i am definitely open to writing/responding to other genres! i'm a whore but i love fluff as much as the next girl!

✪ if you want a part two of something, you MUST give me an idea for it!! could be small, could be fully thought out, doesn't matter to me, but there MUST be something i can go off of.

✪ below i have a loooooong list of characters i'll write for, if you see a character you like but is not on the list, please feel free to reach out! i will let you know whether or not i will add them to the list xx

characters i'm willing to write for 𖼐꒱࿐ ִ I

✦ luke castellan ✦ coriolanus snow ✦ sejanus plinth ✦ finnick odair ✦ peeta mellark ✦ anakin skywalker ✦ peter parker ✦ jj maybank ✦ rafe cameron ✦ tim bradford ✦ wesley evers ✦ john nolan ✦ jake peralta ✦ barry allen ✦ james potter ✦ remus lupin ✦ sirius black ✦ tom riddle ✦ mattheo riddle ✦ theodore nott ✦ ares (from pjo) ✦ spencer reid ✦ aaron hotchner ✦ matt simmons ✦ luke alvez ✦ will lamontagne jr ✦ tony stark ✦ miguel o'hara ✦ steve rogers ✦ peter quill ✦ scott lang ✦ harry potter ✦ ron weasley ✦ fred weasley ✦ bill weasley ✦ charlie weasley ✦ percy weasley ✦ george weasley ✦ aaron thorsen ✦ anthony bridgerton ☆ benedict bridgerton ☆ harry hook (ouat) ✦ alex claremont diaz ✦ cardan greenbriar ✦ manny (abbott elementary) ✦ sally jackson ✦ lucy chen ✦ celina juarez ✦ hermione granger ✦ katniss everdeen ✦ johanna mason ✦ padme amidala ✦ sarah cameron ✦ angela lopez ✦ nyla harper ✦ amy santiago ✦ rosa diaz ✦ lily evans ✦ marlene mckinnon ✦ luna lovegood ✦ ginny weasley ✦ fleur delacour ✦ emily prentiss ✦ jennifer jareau ✦ elle greenaway ✦ emma swan ✦ natasha romanoff ✦ yelena belova ✦ kate bishop ✦ carol danvers ✦ wanda maximoff ✦ jude duarte ✦ prettiestlovergirl (fantasize about me, baby <3)

definitely into ༊彡⬭ 𓈒  I

☆ oral fixation ☆ infidelity kink ☆ size kink ☆ brat/brat taming kink ☆ face fucking ☆ tit fucking ☆ thigh riding ☆ daddy/mommy content ☆ domination ☆ sadism ☆ breeding kink ☆ masochism ☆ exhibitionism ☆ squirting ☆ degrading ☆ dirty talk ☆ cum swapping ☆ dacryphilia ☆ overstimulation ☆ gagging ☆ praise edging ☆ biting ☆ marking ☆ cne ☆ dubcon ☆ coercion ☆ breath play ☆ impact play ☆ anal play ☆ legal age gap ☆ threesomes ☆ brother's best friend ☆ best friend's brother ☆ daddy x princess ☆ step-cest ☆ legal age gap ☆ dom x sub ☆ gangbang ☆ bareback/ cream pies ☆ being shared ☆ free use ☆ orgasm denial ☆ brat x brat tamer ☆ knife play ☆ corruption virgin! reader ☆ bimbo! reader ☆ office sex ☆ mean! reader ☆ hair pulling ☆ dark content ☆ fratboy! character ☆ hand kink ☆ dumbification ☆ nicknames: mami, mamas, mama, ma, pretty girl, babe, baby, sweetheart, angel ☆

sometimes into ༊彡⬭ 𓈒  I

☆ somnophilia ☆ olfactophilia ☆ piss kink ☆ arm kink ☆ dry humping ☆ virgin! character ☆ best friend! character ☆ kidnapping kink ☆ thigh fucking ☆ sub! character ☆ sex toys ☆ period sex ☆ orgy ☆ drunk sex ☆ angst ☆ fluff ☆ sex pollen ☆ under the table ☆ noncon play ☆ polyamory ☆ predator/prey kink ☆ bondage ☆ sensory deprivation ☆ fake relationship ☆ cuckhold ☆ pet play ☆ cockwarming ☆ nicknames: babydoll, doll, honey, hon ☆

not into ༊彡⬭ 𓈒  I

☆ tentacles ☆ age regression ☆ professor x student ☆ childhood bedroom ☆ self-harm ☆ suicide ☆ ai ☆ pedophilia ☆ incest ☆ underage characters ☆ race play ☆ race exclusive features ☆ eating disorders ☆ depression ☆ getting caught masturbating and moaning out a name ☆ financial domination ☆ scat ☆ gay for pay ☆ age play ☆ wax play ☆ pegging ☆ feet content ☆ food play ☆ male! reader ☆

[slytherwrites]

christmas eve, onto christmas day

Summary: Fleur Delacour/Reader Christmas Fluff

There were special rooms assigned for the champions and other students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang that were staying at Hogwarts. Fleur Delacour, with prodding from her headmistress, was able to get her own room. A gift, for being the face of Beauxbatons.

That doesn’t mean you, as Fleur Delacour’s partner, couldn’t reap the benefits of it.

“Cherie,” She calls out to your form, “What’s so interesting out the window?”

“I just like watching the snow.” You admit, turning away from it and see your lover sitting atop her bed, “It’s a flurry out there.”

“Would you like to go out into the flurry?” Fleur asks, “I certainly wouldn’t be mad warming you up afterwards…”

You laugh as a blush spreads across your face, making it hot and slightly redder, “Oh, I think I’m plenty cold right now…”

“Sounds like you need to be warmed up now, darling.” Fleur stands and glides over to you, encircling her arms around you and the blanket she had around her own shoulders, “It is quite cold in your castle. We have heating charms at Beauxbatons…”

“There are heating charms placed around.” You defend your home school from Fleur’s gentle teasing, “but… if it was warm, I wouldn’t want to be like this with you.”

“Well, I should thank Monsieur Dumbledore at the utmost convenience, then.” Fleur quips, “because I don’t think I’d trade this for the world.”

“I’m sure he’s free now if you want to leave and thank him…” You goad her into continuing this conversation and challenge her last comment, fully knowing that she’s not going anywhere.

Not even seconds later, she tells you such, “They’d have to pry me off of you. Even if it was about the second task.”

“Have you figured it out yet?” You ask her, but you get the answer as she shakes her head in the spot where your shoulder meets your neck, “Unfortunately not. I’m thinking of just chucking it into the water.”

“If that’s the answer, then it’d be a Christmas miracle.”

“Is it Christmas already?” Fleur asks, looking up at the clock on the desk. She’d brought it from Beauxbatons and once you see the periwinkle blue device, you have your answer, “I guess so.”

“Merry Christmas, darling.” She tells you and kisses where she can reach behind your ear, “I can’t wait to see you tonight at the Yule Ball.”

“I can’t wait to see you either, Fleur.” You tell her, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”