#godrick the golden x reader

[wxnheart]

𝐅*𝐜𝐤 𝐀𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐎𝐮𝐭, 𝐄𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Morgott - This is really the gist of your dynamic. You've fucked around so many times that Morgott was bound to snap. And snap he did. Time to find out, Tarnished. Next thing you know, you found yourself on the ground, looking up at the Omen's enraged face. And his angry, leaking dick. Oh. Oh. Need a little help there, Morgott? Guess he did, what with the way you're practically loving on it.

Mohg - You thought you were cute trying to fuck around but Mohg showed you he was cuter by making you find out. Too bad it comes with a side of orgasm denial and making you ride him ceaselessly as he reclines on his throne. Hah. Thought you did something there, didn't you?

Godrick - Fuck you, Godrick, okay? Just... fuck you. You don't know who's worse, you or him, but what you do know is that you tried him one too many times to the point that his multiple arms and hands practically rip your clothes off you and make you scream and beg for more. Bonus points for Godrick making you suck on two of his fingers to 'shut you up'. Not for long, you spineless bastard.

Godfrey - Um... lmao. Why would you even try him, love? He's a grappler at his core and you don't even try to wrestle yourself out of his grip. Your entire being goes slack when feel the telltale signs of his arousal press against you and by the Erdtree. No wonder Marika liked him so much...

Radahn - Well, you don't even finish fucking around before he has you suspended in the air, his tongue and fingers doing stuff to your body that you never thought possible. He told you he'd have you screaming his name. Don't know why you didn't believe him.

Radagon - He's soft-spoken as always. But there's an edge to his voice that makes you shudder, doubly so as he thrusts into you brutally. Ferally. The walls of your bedchamber reverberate with the sounds of his name. And all who has ears to hear knows Radagon has claimed his prize.

Varré - Varré is an ass so why not bother him? And so you do. And his response is to... not fuck you. Because that's what you weren't expecting. And so it turns into a game of cat-and-mouse and you're more than 1000% sure you two are going to hatefuck in the near near NEAR future.

Patches - In this scenario, it's the reverse. He fucks around because he wants to find out. He wants YOU to fuck HIM. He's glad you got the hint (finally) but did your epiphany have to happen while you're fucking him silly?

Godwyn - He's an adorable golden retriever that you never really took seriously until he fucking snapped. You didn't think the man was capable of fucking you senseless, did you? You were very pleased. And very satisfied. You also reveled in the love bites he blessed you with. And poor Godwyn is so flustered but you can't help but love the way his blush deepens when you flash him a lecherous grin. You'll have to do this often.

[fantasyandshit]

You saved me

Type: one shot

Pairing: Sirius black x sister reader

⚠️ WARNING⚠️

This one shot is very graphic and includes themes such as- Rape, torture, sexual assault, abuse to the extreme, and more- this is a very very triggering and graphic one shot, reader discretion is advised

Minors do not interact!

(Some people may be disgusted by what I’ve put out, however this is a one shot I made to almost represent my feelings after childhood trauma and being a victim of rape and sa- this is a very sad fic but one I related to in the sense it represents feelings and emotions- I didn’t go through these events myself)

I want to make it clear- I am here for every single one of you- I always will be an open source- you can vent to me about anything and everything and I will always listen and support you guys. I love y’all so much and hope you all know you are important to this world and are very amazing people.

“I just- I can’t with her. She is such an ass kiss to our parents! They beat me and Reggie but she could quite literally murder someone and they wouldn’t care because she is there perfect little death eater girl!”

I stare from behind the corner of the courtyard where Sirius- my older brother, complains to his friends about me. Tears spring to my eyes but I don’t let them fall as I run back to the Slytherin common room. Sirius doesn’t know, he doesn’t understand what the parents do to me, what people do to me behind closed doors: and he never will. He can’t, I have to protect him from that and if it means he hates me then so be it.

The next morning I walk to the great hall with my bags packed for winter break- Regulus is staying with some friends of his and Sirius is staying with the Potters- he’s been living with them for the past six months now and seems happier than ever and I’m so glad. No matter how upset mum and dad were with the decision, I’m both terrified and glad the boys will both be gone; terrified because it means there’s so much touching and beating that will come but glad they won’t have any chance of catching anything.

———

(Same day, Sirius pov)

“I just- I can’t with her. She is such an ass kiss to our parents! They beat me and Reggie but she could quite literally murder someone and they wouldn’t care because she is there perfect little death eater girl!”

I can’t help but complain to the boys about my sister, she is my parents golden child, always has been and probably always will be. I wouldn’t be surprised if she had a dark mark under that stupid slytherin sleeve.

Suddenly, Regulus pops up behind me, “Sirius!”

“What?” He looks angry and that’s when I realize, “oh my godrick, tell me you aren’t trying to defend that brat!”

“You really are unbelievable brother, have you not noticed-“ a sigh as he looks down, “Sirius she’s dead, she’s not the sister she used to be, she has no life behind her eyes, no mischief that once was there- remember? Remember all the pranks you played? The spark in her eye? It’s gone, something is going on. Something she won’t let us know about.”

I take a moment and think…oh my godrick gryffindor, Reggie is right, something is going on. I look up to see the other nodding along as pieces click in our brains, “They don’t expect either of us at home, we could sneak in to figure out what’s going on?”

“That’s a good idea, I’ll be to the potters residents in two days time.” We make more plans and then split for now, waiting anxiously to carry out the plan.

———

Me, James, Remus, and Regulus hide behind a wall in the invisibility cloak and that’s when I see my sister walk into the living room, her head down and her hair pulled into a high pony, her skinny body-skinnier than I ever remember- covered in bruises and scars only in some flimsy, black lace lingerie. What.the.fuck. Is happening? Me and regulus meet each others gazes, both confused, heated with anger, and sadness.

My sister sits on the couch defeated and only seconds later I see five good friends of fathers- all in their late 40’s to 50’s walk into the room. All in simple boxers and or pants- none with shirts. That’s when I realize what’s going on, rage takes over my body and I almost jump out into the living room but am quickly grabbed by my brother.

He shakes his head no, he too looks absolutely enraged but we have to wait a little bit longer.

———

(Same time Yn’s pov)

The men walk into the room and I simply stare into the distance as they advance.

I’m slapped around a few times, they man handle me till I’m crying and bleeding, raping me more times then I care to count. Drool, tears,sweat, and blood dripping down my face by the time they are done, I’m completely numb. Mum and dad walk in the room asking the men how it was and completely ignoring me.

“Absolutely horrible, she was quiet as a mouse and had no fight in here, she laid there like nothing.”

“Oh really?” Mom’s gaze snaps to me, I can’t bring myself to lift my heavy head from where it lays but I know what’s coming.

Her wand flicks and I’m strung up by my arms, I’m whipped 55 times till I’m shaking with cuts digging deep in my flesh. Finally, the part I’ve been dreading the most- my mom’s wand raises above her head, “Crucio!” Pain overwhelms me and I thrash in my restraints, piss joining the bodily fluids already leaking from my body.

After I can’t tell how long I’m near passing out and I hear crashes and bangs, distant voices and foot steps, I hear curses thrown and defenses drawn. My eyes are nearly closed but I hear someone skid over to me, cutting me from my restraints and carefully lowering me into their lap.

I look up from where my head lays on the persons legs as they brush hair out of my face, swiping away tears and blood, drool and who else knows what with their sleeve. As they stroke my sticky cheek I see who it is…

“Sirius?” My voice cracks, horse and weak.

“I’ve got you sis, just shh, and stay awake okay? I’ve got you now, we’re gonna save you.” My big brother carefully picks me up, carrying me from the mansion as people follow after, the potters waiting out in the front frantically.

“Boys, what’s happened? What-oh dear Godrick. Hurry, we’ll get her to Saint Mungoes. (I think that’s the name?)” Mrs Potter moves forward quickly at the sight of my broken body.

“Boys.” Mr potters voice is stern as he addresses the teenage boys in question, “tell me exactly what’s happened.”

———

I wake up on a couch, a thin blanket covering my shivering body. I panic for a moment, just before Mrs.Potter rounds a corner with a bowl of water and a rag. “Oh Yn! You’re finally awake dear!”

“I’m-I’m sorry- what’s going on?”

A look of grief and sadness washed over her as she replies, “oh love- you were injured- bad, luckily the boys found you and saved you, we brought you to St.Mungos but after a week they said to bring you back home and let you keep healing. You’ve been out a totally of 10 days love.”

“Oh- oh yeah. Ok. Wait you said the boys saved me?”

“Well yes, Your brothers, James, and Remus.” She dabs water on some healing cuts.

“Oh- where- where are they?”

“Hm, good question, one moment.” She turns to the stairs, “BOYS!”

After a few moments I hear four sets of foot steps stomping down the stairs, trampling over each other- “Yn!” Regulus flings into my arms, I wince but ignore my soreness.

“Hey little bro.” I smile and ruffle his hair as he moves.

“It’s good to see you awake Yn.”

“Thank you Remus- thanks to all of you.”

“Of course!” I look to James and give a small, grateful smile.

“Uh- y-Yn?”

“Hey big bro. Thank you. So much.”

Tears well in Sirius’ eyes? I’d never seen it before, “I’m so sorry.” He crumbles into my open arms as he sobs. I know why he’s apologizing and it’s not his fault. Tears of my own collect in my eyes as I hold him, patting his hair softly.

“It’s ok. It’s ok. I forgive you.”

“I’m so sorry- I didn’t- I didn’t know and I- oh I’ve been terrible.”

“Sirius, Sirius look at me.” I pull his head up, smoothing his hair and rubbing his cheeks, “it’s ok. I promise it’s all ok. I don’t blame you, I never have and I never will ok. You saved me- you saved me Sirius- thank you.”

He nods weakly as we hug again before he stands up, clearing his throat.

———

So this one’s been in my drafts for abouttttt three weeks now. I’ve been scared to release it ngl.

[abbystromboli]

RONALD MOTHER FUCKIN' WEASLEY pairing: Ron X Gryffindor!reader warnings: Swearing/cuddling. that's prolly all! genre: fluff sum it up: when y/n sacrifices her mental health for studying, her best friend Ron Weasley steps in and stops her from working herself into a mania.

"y/n how the hell are you still studying? You're worse than Hermione if that's even possible." Ron said, walking into the Gryffindor common room, where y/n had been when he had left (almost four hours ago,) and where she was still sitting. She didn't even bother answering him, she just. had. to finish. this. damn. essay. she wrote furiously, barely caring to check her facts about the many uses of hippogriff feathers in potions.

"Are you even listening to me? y/n, answer me." before she could bother to ignore him a second time, she suddenly felt his hand on her chin, forcing her gaze up to look at him. Her face, pale from locking herself up in Gryffindor Tower to study for the O.W.L.S, suddenly burnt red. It wasn't that Ron made her uncomfortable, quite the opposite actually, but usually they just verbally bantered (other than the random thumb war) and something about physical contact was slightly embarrassing to her.

"Oh y/n, for fucks sake, please tell me you've been sleeping," he said, he'd just noticed the defined dark circles under her eyes. He sent a shiver down her spine as the thumb of his hand that wasn't holding her chin absent-mindedly ran over her eye bags.

"I've gotta say, you're making Hermione look almost normal right now; and for Godrick's sake, please start talking, you're usually so talkative, you're kind of scaring me"

finally, her eyes which had been glued to his face, dropped. "Ron you don't understand how much homework I have to finish." She glanced down at the massive pile of papers, quills, and house elf hats that Hermione had dropped off before going to bed.

"no, no, no, no, you can't keep up at this. it's past midnight you know? you need to get to bed" his hand dropped from her face, and before she could stop him, rolled up her parchment.

"don't worry Ron, I'll just crash on the couch real quick. You just go get some rest, I know quidditch practice is tiring." She realized quickly that she shouldn't have said that because his face quickly turned from determination to concern.

"Why the couch? Are the girls in your dorm this year treating you wrong?" her mind flashed to the snide remarks that she always got from her roommates, about stupid stuff like being the fourth wheel to the Golden trio, and how they had found out that she had a crush on Ron and now whenever they needed leverage over her, to get her to do something, they'd threaten to tell him about it. They'd even gone as far as to ban her from entering into the dorm after midnight, as to not wake them up.

"Nope, they just- they're just light sleepers and I don't want them to be mad at me. plus I haven't even slept in there in days because of all this" she gestured to the mounds of papers, "I bet they're used to not having me there by now."

'Those fucking fickle whores' he thought, 'after all, how could they even try to be mean to her? she's so perfect? they must be jealous.'

"well I'm sorry, but I'm not letting you sleep on the couch," he started, before realizing that she had rested her head on the table and was silently sleeping already. he finally made his decision.

I swear if Harry teases me about this... He slipped one arm under her's, and around her waist, the other balancing her lower half. she leaned into his chest in her sleep. he grinned a little down at her, before heading over to the dorm he shared with Harry and Neville.

"goodnight dearie" he whispered, tucking her into one side of the bed with care before laying down on the other side, her essay in his hand, finishing it in the light of his wand.

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"Ron! Ron, wake up and explain yourself!" Harry's voice roused Ron from his sleep. His heavy eyes opened slowly, and then he realized he was holding onto something. oh, that's what Harry's bitching about then. Somehow y/n and he had ended up in an embrace, which wasn't all that shocking to Ron, because he was a restless sleeper who usually hugged his pillows in his sleep.

"mornin' Harry, man I slept good." Before he could keep up his casual chit chat, Harry pointed his finger in an accusing manner between the two of them.

"mind explaining, Ron? Or did you forget out solemn swear to never sleep with a girl in here?" even though he tried to sound angry, there was no hiding the wide grin on his face, clearly he thought that this was something it wasn't.

"First of all, we didn't do anything, you sick person. Second of all..." he continued in a whisper, "isn't this great?!?"

a few minutes of talking to Harry later, Y/n woke up with a start.

"wait hold on, where- oh hi, harry- wait, Ron? " after a brief explanation of how she had blacked out, and Harry leaving to send an owl, she suddenly snapped back into study mode.

"oh shit my essay for snape is due today."

"calm down, it's done." the smile that appeared on her face was possibly the biggest grin she'd ever worn.

"oh Ron, thanks, for everything." she hoisted herself out of the four-poster, and then suddenly turned around to face Ron, who was sitting up, reading the daily prophet, looking for anything interesting.

"don't tell anyone about this please" Before Ron could respond, and before she lost her confidence, she leaned back onto the bed and kissed him, causing him to drop his newspaper.

what?!? do I actually have game? wondered Ron as he quicky sat up further to return the Kiss. her hand cradled the back of his head for a moment, before breaking the connection. this time, the tables had turned and Ron was the one red in the face.

"well Ron, thanks. Oh, and for the essay and not letting me rot in the common room to!" Ron sat, watching her head towards the door, Essay in hand, before pulling his jaw off of the floor to say,

"hey, don't ever be afraid to crash over here again... or to kiss me again if you ever feel like it again"

"oh trust me, I'll be feeling like it again, soon. you'll just have to be prepared at all times Weasley!"

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omg i loved writing this! lmk what you think, and as always, i love you and thank you for reading!𐂂 𓅓𓆙

[blood-darkened-moon]

Elden Ring

Characters Tarnished | Torrent the Spirit Steed | Melina | Millicent | White-Faced Varre | Lunar Princess Ranni/Ranni the Witch | Blaidd the Half-Wolf | War Counselor Iji | Preceptor Seluvis | Rya the Scout | Lightseeker Hyetta | Bloody Finger Hunter Yura | D Hunter of the Dead | Patches the Untethered | Fia the Deathbed Companion | Iron Fist Alexander | Jar-Bairn | Lady Tanith | Shabriri | Queen Marika the Eternal | Miquella the Unalloyed | Godwyn the Golden | Miriel Pastor of Vows | Cleanrot Knight Finlay | Latenna the Albinauric | Lobo | Three Fingers | Two Fingers | Gatekeeper Gostoc | Roderika the Spirit Tuner | Ensha of the Royal Remains | Sorceress Sellen | Boc the Seamster | Goldmask | Brother Corhyn | Gloam-Eyed Queen | Knight Diallos | Sorcerer Rogier | Nepheli Loux | Nomadic Merchant | Mary | Amy | Polyanna | Maureen | Finger Reader Enia | Black Knife Tiche | Finger Maiden Therolina | Lionel the Lionhearted | Thops | Knight Bernahl | Smithing Master Hewg | Lhutel the Headless | Dung Eater | St. Trina | Banished Knight Oleg | Thiollier | Needle Knight Leda | Count Ymir Mother of Fingers | Swordhand of Night Jolan | Pureblood Knight Ansbach | Redmane Freyja | Sweetings | Sir Moore | Hornsent | Dryleaf Dane | Drake Warrior Igon

Bosses Malenia Blade of Miquella/Malenia Goddess of Rot | Praetor Rykard/Rykard Lord of Blasphemy | General Radahn/Starscourge Radahn/Leonard | Radagon of the Golden Order | Red Wolf of Radagon | Rennala Queen of the Full Moon | Maliketh the Black Blade | Morgott the Omen King | Mohg Lord of Blood | Godfrey First Elden Lord | Godrick the Grafted | Ancient Dragon Lansseax | Dragonlord Placidusax | Lichdragon Fortissax | Astel Naturalborn of the Void | Elden Beast | Sir Gideon Ofnir the All-Knowing | Fire Giant | Black Knife Assassin | Regal Ancestor Spirit | Crucible Knight | Full-Grown Fallingstar Beast | Erdtree Burial Watchdog | Loretta Knight of the Haligtree | Glintstone Dragon Adula | Night's Cavalry/Funeral Steed | Godskin Noble | Godskin Apostle | Abductor Virgin | Tree Sentinel | Roundtable Knight Vyke | Godefroy the Grafted | Commander O'Neil | Elemer of the Briar |  Bloodhound Knight Darriwil | Messmer the Impaler | Rellana Twin Moon Knight | Curseblade Labirith | Romina Saint of the Bud | Divine Beast Dancing Lion | Midra Lord of Frenzied Flame | Bayle the Dread | Golden Hippopotamus | Putrescent Knight

Enemies Giant Crayfish | Serpent Snail | Festering Fingerprint Vyke | Vargram the Raging Wolf | Juno Hoslow Knight of Blood | Moongrum Carian Knight | Mad Tongue Alberich | Eleonora Violet Bloody Finger | Silver Sphere | Banished Knight | Preceptor Miriam | Night Maiden | Nox Swordstress | Bloody Finger Okina | Kaiden Sellsword | Celebrant | Fingercreeper | Maleigh Marais Shaded Castle Castellan | Fire Prelate | Nameless White Mask | Inquisitor Ghiza | Chanting Winged Dame | Man-Serpent | Swordhand of Night Anna | Spirit Eel | Thorn Sorcerer | Monstrous Crow | Aging Untouchable

Groups/Ships Omen Brothers | Carian Siblings | Twin Empyreans | Godskin Duo | Rykard x Tanith | Marika x Radagon | Radagon x Rennala | Marika x Rennala | Mohg x Miquella | Malenia x Finlay | Messmer x Rellana

ER Trivia | ER Meta | This Sheep

[bekaroth-reads]

Just something that popped into my head today while I was working on something today.

We all know that for most of his life Godrick was super unhealthy, so he probably had to take like 20 different kinds of medications a day. Now that he’s off doing his own thing, and is physically stronger from the grafting, he doesn’t like to take any kind of medicine even though he’s kind of used to it at this point. He’s tired of the whole process and convinced himself he doesn’t need any anymore. So if there’s ever a time that you have to give him some you have to do the kid/pet thing like

You: Godrick you need to take this.

Godrick: Fie! Such vile substance shall not touch my lips! ‘Tis an unwarranted process to begin with!

*ten minutes later*

You: My lord, I have brought you some totally not at all suspicious applesauce

Godrick: Oooooh~ Applesauce :)

[whatdoyoumeanitsnotcanon]

Because my mind just refused to let this go as I work on my fic, here's some crack!canon featuring you x your favorite character:

Morgott has the uncanny ability to finish your sentences for you. No, he isn't psychic (at least... he doesn't think so), he's just really attuned to you. (You still think he's psychic, though)

Since your relationship with him started, Godwyn absolutely, positively cannot get a good night's sleep (and he loves a good night's sleep, credits it for his happy disposition) if you're not in bed with him. And if you take too long to get it in bed, he'll hit you with the puppy dog eyes until you do. And next thing you know, you have a sleeping demi-god in your arms.

Boggart actually DOES NOT like it if you eat other people's cooking. Your taste buds are his alone, dammit. So, too, are your eyes because he loves the way you ogle his chest.

Radagon actually does not mind it when you choose his outfits for him. He's confident in your fashion choices most of the time and his ability to effortlessly look good in whatever you pick out for him. And for the hundredth time, no, he will not go naked. His body is for your viewing pleasure only.

Mohg will never admit it but it was Varré who played wingman and helped him to woo you. You really thought Mohg could wax poetry so effortlessly, didn't you?

The depths of Radahn's love for you can't be quantified. I take it back, it can be. How do you know? Well, a drunken Starscourge told you. He told you his love for you is as big as Leonard and then showed you with his hands. He loves you THIS.MUCH. Okay, then. Radahn was so proud of himself for saying that. And then he passed out. Poor baby meant well. You took extra care of him the next day as he nursed his hangover.

Gideon has caught you laughing at Nepheli's imitation of him more than once.

To your surprise, Godrick's grafting has made him... incredibly ticklish. You may or may not use it to great effect (if only because you want to hear him genuinely laugh) and sometimes he'll hide from you. It's like this really interesting game of hide and seek except Godrick's not really playing. He kinda is. Um...

You actually find it hilarious that Blaidd hates the cold and will playfully tease him about it. Blaidd being the good sport that he is only snorts because you ALWAYS get under his cloak when you're cold. ALWAYS.

Ranni actually likes that you can (and do) pick her up. This being Ranni, of course she has to express her disapproval. Of course.

Varré loves surprise kisses. An exceptionally good kiss will have him giggling like a madman. And don't you dare tell Luminary Mohg about this. ʘ‿ʘ

Diallos loves it when you style his hair. He loves the way your fingers run through his curls and massage his scalp.

You can and have gotten lost in Rogier's eyes. You never hesitate to tell him how beautiful they are. And he never hesitates to blush and kiss your hand in response.

You like to playfully smack Patches on his ass and tell him how good he looks in his pants. Patches being Patches, of course, will smirk and wink at you. And then he'll tease you by wearing even more form-fitting pants. Oh, Patches...

[tamariasykes-art]

Based on my post with Radagon headcanons here is a post with some headcanons for Godrick the Grafted. There are some hints of x (gender neutral) reader in there but overall the topics are pretty mixed. Some of these might also be subject to change if any new lore is revealed.

Godrick walks on the fine line between paranoia or carrying himself with overconfidence. He is well aware of the remnants of royal blood in his veins and his faiding mortality, which expresses himself in the nature of his grafting.

He viewed grafting first and foremost as means to end. A method for him to grow stronger and live up to the prestige of his bloodline, but as his knowledge of the subject began to grow so did his admiration for the art.

The act of grafting is also very intimate for him and he would probably ask to graft something onto you or offering to make whatever changes you would like to be made on your body. If you deny his offer he will pester you for a while after, but if you’ve made it clear this is not something you want, he will stop.

Godrick has always been doing the majority of grafting himself. Something which has become a lot easier for him since he acquired a Great Rune. However the easier it became for him, the more he indulged in it when his paranoia grew stronger again. His grafting began to escalated more and more after the Shattering and it wasn’t long before it lost any form and purpose. Gathering limb after limb from Tarnished and creatures alike which turned him into the monstrosity you will face during the game.

Godrick can be a difficult partner, mostly because he is quiet stubborn and unrelentless in the pursuit of his goals. You will need to be firm but patient with him, if you want to reach a compromise or talk him out of doing something potentially harmful.

For each day he is cold towards you there will twice as many where he is very passionate towards you. It is an up and down with him and his mood swings only worsens with each Tarnished that attempts to pass through Stormveil Castle.

He is afraid to show any form of weakness and tends to refuse help you offer. Once you get to know each other better and he feels like he can finally be vulnerable around you will he slowly begin to open up and tell you about his concerns. Give him reassurance in moments like this.

If you would like to do something nice for him, offer to braid his hair. Sit down with him, loosen his messy braids and before brushing it slowly and watch as he begins to melt away under your touch. He will be very quiet throughout the whole process right up until you are finished where he will mutter a quiet ‘thank you’ before resuming whatever task he did before.

And yes, he did graft a different dick onto himself. But I will talk about that once I do some nsfw headcanons with him.

[eternallysimping]

judging you based on the elden ring character you simp for part 2:

tap here for part 1

radahn

‌a kindred soul with elite taste, i trust you with my life

‌your main criteria for your man is that he has to be big and tall and will treat you right - a wholesome gentle giant if you may

‌you definitely have a size kink and prone to think figures of authority and by that i mean generals, especially the most charismatic ones, are sexy

ranni

‌before i continue with her i just want to know: how does it feel like to be winning in life?

‌cause like?? you get to marry her?? that is literally the best you can ever hope for as an ending in this goddamn game-

‌you absolutely love cunning magical girls

‌i'm super sure you had a major crush on gwen from ben 10 growing up or maybe sunny instead

rykard

‌tanith move aside sister, someone might be taking your place

‌you are a monsterfucker and i'm convinced you checked out naga x reader tag in tumblr at least once or a handful of times in your life

‌you're the level of freaky similar to a bard in a dnd campaign that will fuck a 20+ ft dragon

mohg

‌i firmly believe your type is the 3 Bs: bad, bloody, and bitchy

‌you're most likely to be involved in a blood cult in real life

‌i think you enjoy some bloodplay and have a knife kink, with a side of degradation for good measure

‌throwing it out there i can sense you might have the hots for loki from marvel

morgott

‌you have a big "i can be his greatest source of comfort" energy which is, good for you for having so much love to give

‌you have such a type with misunderstood guys and it's a major bonus if they're big

‌from this alone i am convinced that beauty and the beast might be one of your favorite movies growing up

godwyn

you have a thing for selfless oldest brother, and he's more or less likely the favorite of his parents too - the golden child

you are were definitely a dick grayson simp i'm calling it now (dc may or may not have accidentally made him the blueprint for the hot and favorite oldest brother that people end up crushing so hard on)

i feel i can trust you - i can totally see the appeal of this one

godefroy

i have never seen anyone openly simp for this one so if you do then i have to say: i'm sorry you're part of the minority, chief - the very, very, very, very small minority; it must be a tough and lonely path to walk on

i don't really have any opinions or thoughts about godefroy simps except that you're probably alone in that simping area so congrats?? you have him all for yourself?? so enjoy i guess??

godrick

‌i see a few people that want this man and i just want to know one thing: why?

‌if you have a thing for this guy i fully believe you had the hots for four arms (from Ben 10, the beefy red alien with you guessed it four arms) and with his more than extra set of limbs he's basically a walking wet dream for you-

miquella

‌i'm very, to say the least, conflicted about this

i see a couple of art with aged-up looking miquella and a post somewhere that they look young/adult young so you're good on that part

but if you go with child-version of miquella with impure thoughts then i want you far away from me and get some much needed help or jail time, could be both

however personality wise i totally see you going for the smart and cunning type that has a soft spot for their family

malenia

‌your type are the warrior women that can simply obliterate your spine without breaking a sweat and i both respect and fear for your life for it

‌wonder woman was definitely your crush growing up or she still is, i support your taste

but if you're the malenia simp that justifies her actions by strongly bringing down radahn then i'm sorry but you're toxic

so i'm a biiiiit tempted to make a part 3 but i feel it's so lacking (part 2 is a total of nine characters so i feel it would be good to have part 3 contain ten or so).

so far, i only have blaidd, finlay, loretta, gideon, and varre in mind

[purplelupins]

In The Woods Somewhere

Chapter XVIII

Summery: In her 6th year, reader meets the charming Professor Lupin and their friendship begins. Reader is 16-17 at the beginning (nothing nsfw until reader is of age.) and for the story’s sake, Lupin stays as the DADA Professor into the Goblet of Fire.

Pairing: Professor Remus Lupin x fem!reader

Warnings: Let’s just say it’s the moment you’ve all been waiting for…

CLOTHING LINK

Also I listened to this during the ball scene:

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“The Yule ball has been a tradition of the Triwizard Tournament since its inception. On Christmas eve night we and our guests gather in the Great Hall for well mannered frivolity. As representatives of the host school I expect each and every one of you to put your best foot forward, and I mean this literally because the yule ball is first and foremost...a dance.” Professor Mcgonagall instructed the room. Y/n was on her way back from her assistant period when Mcgonagall dragged her in the room before she could change. She felt very out of place, but stood to the side.

There was a resounding groan from the boys, while the girls started whispering excitedly.

So this was the ball Remus was talking about.

Y/n felt an excitement and nervousness form in her stomach. She needed to tell Dumbledore about her dress. The witch continued, “Silence. The house of Godrick Griffindor has commanded the respect of the wizard world for nearly ten centuries. I will not have you in the course of a single evening besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons.” She finished, looking deadly serious. Y/n pursed her lips to not laugh.

The rest of the lesson continued and y/n let a laugh bubble out when Mcgonagall danced with Ron. The poor boy looked terrified and so lost.

-

On December 15th, Y/n knocked on the doors of the headmaster’s office. Y/n was going to explain her creation to him and she had brought with her the dress as proof. It was all butterflies in her stomach as she stood outside. What if he laughed in her face?

“Enter!” Y/n heard him call out. She opened the door slowly, and poked her head in.

“Miss l/n? Come in my dear. What can I do for you this evening?” He asked.

Y/n slowly moved into the room, holding the dress all wrapped up.

“Professor, I have something to show you actually.” She now quickly walked to his desk and unwrapped the dress from the cloth she hid it in.

“Oh?” He asked, thoroughly curious now. Dumbledore stared down at the fabric curiously. She fluffed it out so he could see it was a dress.

There was a beat of silence.

“Miss l/n if you are asking me to tell you whether that dress is the right one for the Yule Ball, I’m afraid-“

“No sir. Sorry, what I mean to say is- touch it.” She said, encouraging him. He eyed her, then reached out a finger. He grazed the cloth for a moment and turquoise bloomed from under his touch.

He snapped his hand back and stared at her. She smiled so wide her mouth hurt.

“Curiosity, sir.” She said.

Dumbledore continued watched her. This time she laid her hand on it, and it turned a golden yellow. The headmaster’s brow disappeared under his hat. “My dear girl please tell me what I am seeing.”

Y/n swallowed. “Sir, I have made a cloth that changes colour based on how a person feels about the wearer.” She whispered.

Dumbledore was silent. Flicking his gaze between her and the dress.

“This…this is truly remarkable.” He murmured. He was in awe, “You did this on your own, miss y/n?”

Y/n nodded vigorously. “I did sir. This past summer.”

They stood in an excited silence, the headmaster began pacing.

“You must demonstrate this at the Yule Ball, Miss l/n. This is magnificent. Might I add that the dress is beautiful. Find me the night of the ball once you come, if I don’t find you first. Although I must admit that I will keep an eye out. Truly spectacular. Magnificent.” He took her hand and shook it. Y/n felt that she might explode. She had done something amazing. Seeing the headmaster so elated solidified everything she hoped for. She couldn’t wait for Christmas Eve.

-

For the past week, y/n almost wished she had made an invisibility cloak. Every boy in the school was on the prowl for a date. She felt sorry for them- it was such a difficult thing to ask a girl to a dance. But at this point, y/n found herself almost automatically saying “No thank you.” when a boy even came near. She had been asked by almost every boy in the castle to go with them. Every since she became the girl who fought werewolves, she was quite popular. But y/n didn’t want a date. She had a feeling that once at the dance, and once Dumbledore explained her dress, she may have a line of curious suiters to dance with. She didn’t want to go with one boy and have him feel left out- that would be cruel.

That was the reason she told herself anyways.

If she was honest with herself, the real reason was that the person she wanted to go with wasn’t a boy at all. And certainly couldn’t be her date.

She felt dizzy just thinking about what Remus would look like at the dance. Had he bought a special suit or robes for it?

The thought of being at a dance with him there was almost enough to make her not go. It would be torture to see him looking extra captivating. Not to mention the fact that he would likely have a swarm on girls asking him to dance.

It was the holiday break, and with no classes to attend or teach, y/n had nothing to focus on. She did her best to fill her days with visits to Hogsmeade and walks around the grounds. For some reason she always felt terribly safe on the grounds of Hogwarts, like no matter where she was, someone was watching over her.

And watch over her, he did. Remus sometimes found himself wandering the grounds hoping to run into y/n. Perhaps then he would be able to speak to her. Remus had seen how the boys of the school fawned over her, trying to convince her to go the the Yule Ball with them. He would secretly be relieved when he saw her shake her head and the boy would walk away. They didn’t deserve her. No one did.

Lupin half hoped she would burst through his door one night and tell him she loved him. But it was just a wish. A want. A dream.

-

Y/n fretted over her hair and whether or not to wear more makeup or any makeup at all. She was so stressed the night of the ball that she almost took her potion to calm herself down. Almost.

It was a mess in the common rooms. The girls in y/n’s dorm ran to and from the washroom and there were flourishes of beauty spells being cast. Y/n smiled. Youth was an amazing thing.

She finished putting her hair up into a curled up-do; it was simple and didn’t take a lot of effort.

Next was the dress.

Y/n took her robe off and she slipped the tulle fabric over her head. She adjusted the straps so they fall nicely and she checked the skirt layers. Y/n took a moment to notice that the room had gone quiet. She looked up. Almost every girl was staring at her or whispering.

“Y/n, where did you get that?” One of the girls asked.

“Oh I made it.” Y/n smiled at her. She was so proud of it. There was a rush of whispers among the girls and a gaggle of them came up to her to see it. Y/n kept her distance so they didn’t touch it and give away the surprise. Y/n also realized that her scars were very visible with the dress. She was actually happy about it; she didn’t want to hide them anymore. Even the claw marks on her shoulders. They had faded considerably but they were still there. Y/n looked at herself once more in the mirror and pushed her shoulders back.

This was it.

The halls were quiet, with most of the attendees already in the hall. Y/n came to the stairs that lead down to the Great Hall and suddenly felt like she was going to pass out.

Breathe y/n. Breathe.

In and out.

In and out.

She took one more deep breath and turned the corner to descend the steps. She could see Hermione and Harry and Ron at the bottom, Luna was close to them too. As Y/n made her way down, she half hoped no one saw her, but it was too late. With each step she took, more people turned to stare. Y/n felt her heart beating in her throat.

Breathe.

“Miss l/n you look radiant!” Y/n turned and saw Professor Mcgonagall walking towards her. She happily made her way to the elder witch and let out a breath she was holding.

“I can say the same to you, Professor. What a beautiful green.” Y/n smiled at her and some of the nerves dissipated. Mcgonagall was like another mother to her.

“Now why don’t you come with me, I believe Professor Dumbledore is expecting you.” Mcgonagall extended her arm to the young witch and gestured for her to follow her. Y/n took another breath and followed after the Professor.

As she strode through the crowd waiting for the ball to begin, a hush came over the students.

They all stared at the girl who fought the werewolf.

Not only was she in a beautiful dress, every student could clearly see all of her scars.

Y/n focused on Mcgonagall guiding her around the dance floor, by the orchestra, and to the headmaster. She tried to not listen to the whispers around her; not that they were mean or negative -quite the opposite actually- but y/n was so nervous that she could barely focus on anything at all. Her arms were buzzing and her legs didn’t feel attached.

Almost there y/n, almost there.

Mcgonagall had taken her to the staff area at the head of the hall.

“Ah, headmaster, here is Miss l/n. Doesn’t she look breathtaking?” Professor Mcgonagall praised her. Y/n blushed a deep red.

Dumbledore turned to her and clapped excitedly.

“Miss l/n! Indeed. Marvellous! Thank you for coming. Come, come!” He ushered her closer to the staff area.

No. No no no no-

Y/n began to panic at the thought of being close to Remus at a time like this. Her chances of doing something stupid were very high; especially since he was undoubtedly going to be in a suit that fit him perfectly. She inadvertently began looking around for him.

Stop it!

“Now then, first, the four champions will have their dance then anyone may join. Once that dance finishes, I will come and bring you onto the dance floor for a demonstration and then open the floor to anyone curious. Is that alright, miss l/n?” The blood rushing in her ears made it difficult to concentrate on the headmaster’s words, but she managed. Y/n nodded and gave him a smile. She could do this.

Up until this point, y/n hadn’t fully taken in the Great Hall or anyone in it. It was decorated like another world. The gentle falling snow from the ceiling was mesmerising to watch, the ice sculptures and beautiful tables were spectacular. Y/n turned her eyes to the other side of her. Just a few feet away was Professor Snape; he wasn’t looking at her, but y/n took the moment to look at how lovely he was. His hair was tamed and he no longer had his teaching robe. He looked very handsome. Y/b slowly shuffled over to him, needing a familiar face near. Snaps caught the movement out of the corner of his eye and did a double take.

His breathe caught.

Y/n.

“Good evening Professor.” She said quietly. She gave him a shy smile. He looked shocked.

“Miss l/n. I see you made it. Headmaster tells me there is to be a surprise of sorts and that you are to do with it?” Severus tried to keep his composure. She looked stunning.

His eye caught the large scars on her shoulders and remembered how they had looked the night after the attack. They had healed well.

“I am, sir. I dare say you’ll be impressed too.” Y/n smirked playfully. She hoped he would be proud.

You already have my pride, sweet girl.

“Consider me…intrigued.” He drawled slowly. Y/n smiled and began scanning the room again. When her eyes passed a few tables away, y/n felt like her heart was about to stop for good.

In a stellar grey, three piece suit, complete with a beautiful tie and shined shoes, stood Remus Lupin. Jacket unbuttoned, hand in his trouser pocket, a glass of punch at his lips, gazing right at the young witch. She froze. Caught. Almost afraid to move. Y/n had no words. She wanted to smile at him but her face didn’t listen. Her lips remained slightly parted, swollen from her biting them out of nervousness.

Remus had of course noticed her as soon as she entered. He lost his breath for the entire time she walked behind Minerva through the crowd. There were no words in the English language to describe the beauty of y/n. He saw how the boys looked at her; like she was prey. He wanted to grab her and keep her close, to hold her against him so she would bare his scent and anyone who come close to her would know she wasn’t theirs. A growl formed in his throat.

She was ethereal.

She didn’t look real.

She was an angel.

It took every ounce of his willpower to not walk up to her right there and take her away from the prying eyes. He knew how despicable young boys could be. He knew the disgusting things they imagined when a girl was just trying to be nice. But none of them would lay a finger on y/n. His angel.

His.

The blast of horns made y/n almost leap out of her skin. It was time for the champions to dance.

The four couples entered with their heads held high. There was a cheer and applause from the crowd as they fanned out across the dance floor. Y/n saw Harry forget to put his hands on his lovely date, she wanted to go out and help him but thankfully he snapped to it as soon as the music began. Y/n smiled as she watched the champions move across the dance floor. They looked beautiful. After about 5 minutes, Dumbledore took Mcgonagall’s hand and led her out to the dance floor; opening up this dance to anyone. Y/n clapped along side Severus. He looked terribly bored. Y/n leaned over to him.

“Professor?” She asked.

“Yes?” He responded despondently, thankful she distracted him.

“May I say that you look very dashing tonight?” She whispered, and looked up at him. She swore she saw his breath stutter for a moment.

Severus thought he heard her wrong. His chest swelled when he realized he didn’t.

“Indeed, you look…agreeable.” He managed.

Agreeable? Agreeable? She looks unearthly. Stunning. This girl looks up to you, good god man!

Y/n knew he meant that she looked beautiful, so she took the compliment. “Thank you very much sir.”

The dance ended and the butterflies returned to y/n’s stomach. This was it.

Dumbledore held his hands up to capture the attention of the crowd.

“Your attention please? Tonight, we have a very special surprise. It has been brought to my attention that one of our very own Hogwarts students has created an invention that will peak the interest of many here, and in time, across the world. Now I must ask that should you wish to test the surprise, do so in a courteous and civilised manner. I will not have any fights here tonight.” He gave the crowd a stern look.

“Excellent, now then. Miss l/n?” He turned to her and extended his arm.

Snape looked down at y/n suddenly and knit his brows together. Remus did the same; he placed his drink down and took a few steps to look properly. Both men thought the same thing:

What was going on?

Y/n walked to the headmaster. He gave her a reassuring smile and she took his hand. Instantly, a flood of lavender colour bled out across her dress, starting from the arm he touched the hand of. There was an audible gasp in the hall. You could hear a pin drop.

Y/n looked down at the colour, “Admiration.” She smiled. The headmaster took his hand away and the dress returned to its cream colour. The hall erupted in an applause.

“Ladies and gentlemen. Miss y/n has single-handedly created a fabric that alters it hue based on what the person touching the wearer feels towards them. Now tread carefully, it does not lie.” He warned. The Dumbledore took her hand once more and the music began. He guided her out onto the dance floor, dress turning that hue of purple again. The headmaster lead y/n around the dance floor in a surprisingly lively dance, especially for his age. Y/n laughed and smiled.

“You’re doing swimmingly, Miss l/n. You have made Hogwarts proud.” He said into her ear.

“Thank you sir.” Y/n was on the moon. Too happy to describe.

Their dance ended and the floor once again opened to anyone. Dumbledore guided her back to Snape.

“Professor, may I entrust Miss l/n to you. As you can see there is a bit of a queue to dance with her.” He gestured behind him to the growing crowd of Hogwarts and Durmstrang boys alike.

Severus bowed his head, “Of course, headmaster.” Disgusting boys.

If it was up to him, no one would dance with her.

Y/n took a deep breath. At the start of the line was Fred and George, which made y/n happy. They were a good introduction.

“Alright, boys, who’s first?” She asked playfully, trying to ignore her nerves.

“I’m first!” George pushed his brother out of the way.

“Oi!” Fred tried to cut in but George quickly grasped y/n hand and took her out the the floor. They watched as the dress turned a beautiful deep terracotta. Y/n smiled and laughed. George started to look nervous, worried what the colour meant.

“It’s a familial love, my dear Georgie.” She laughed. He breathed a sigh of relief.

“Thank god. Didn’t want you thinking I fancied you or anything.” He joked. She did love him. Him and Fred were the best brothers she had.

“I love you too George.” She smiled. And they laughed as he spun her. He was a surprisingly good dancer.

Fred had made the dress turn a similar colour. It was a bit more purple though. Y/d had smiled, she knew he had a small crush on her- hence the change in colour.

Most of the boys she danced with only made the dress turn pink, or a rosy red. Crushes. Lust. Nerves. That’s all they were. It was almost sweet. Y/n almost laughed when a girl had brushed past her and it turned green. The girl envied her. Y/n had stopped her and told her how beautiful she looked, and to not compare herself to anyone. The colour had changed after that to a dusty peach colour. Apparently the girl deeply appreciated the compliment.

Y/n had danced for close to an hour and Severus put a pause on anyone else dancing with her. He got her a glass of water and a pastry to help. She graciously accepted it. The students watched in awe as he doted on her. He knelt down and felt her forehead. She was warm but not concerning.

“I’m alright, Professor. I just need a moment.” She reassured him. Snape gazed at her for a moment, nodded and stood back up. He gave the gawking crowd a stern stare. They backed off. After about 5 minutes of sitting down, y/n felt the sugar kick in from the sweet. She stood and started to walk to the remaining boys.

“May I have this dance, Miss l/n?”

Y/n stopped and looked over slowly. Remus stood with his back straight and his head cocked to the side. He had his hand out.

He looked so handsome that it made y/n dizzy.

She knew she should say no.

She knew she should just continue dancing with the silly boys.

But she couldn’t.

She couldn’t say no.

Not to him.

His hazel eyes captivated her body and soul. She slowly took his hand.

She was a marked woman.

A doomed woman.

And she knew it.

As they walked to the dance floor, the crowd melted away. There was nothing but the two of them. A deep maroon bled out across the dress until it was almost black. If you didn’t know, one would have thought she was injured.

The onlookers whispered and didn’t understand what it meant. But Remus knew. In that moment y/n knew.

She knew that he too was marked.

That he too was doomed.

That he knew it.

Y/n didn’t take her eyes off his. She couldn’t. She was caught. Trapped.

Remus guided her through the most elegant dance she had been in. He dipped her slowly, taking in how long and irresistible her neck looked. He took in how her skin glowed and her eyes danced. How her lips were red and begging to be kissed and bitten.

They danced together as if everything was effortless. They danced like the grey skies as clouds whispered across them. They danced like a bough of a willow tree in a breeze. They danced like they had nothing to lose.

They were enraptured.

The song came to an end, and suddenly the onlookers came back into view. The roar of an applause threatened to burst y/n’s eardrums. She remembered to smile and curtsied to Remus. He gently took her back to her chair; he bowed and kissed her hand ever so softy. Y/n’s lips parted. Her heart beat like a drum.

Remus loved every moment. She had been so soft in his arms. He wanted nothing more than to dance with her all night. But he couldn’t. This one dance took the place of the endless ones he wished to have, and it was enough to make any intelligent onlooker know that she was his. The colour that formed on the dress as he grasped her hand was nothing anyone there could have hoped for. It was possessive. It was fathomless. It was his hue.

His.

As his lips left her delicate hand, Remus looked up into her eyes.

Mine.

In a split second, Remus quickly smiled, “Thank you for the dance y/n. Splendid job.”

Y/n had no words. She simply shot him a smile and nodded for the crowd. He could see how lost she was.

Come find me, y/n.

He stood and clapped with the crowd. Before leaving, he shot a look at the boys waiting. It was lethal.

Back off.

And with that he left her side, and walked to the entrance.

The pull in y/n’s chest was stronger than ever and it followed him. Her heart ached.

He stood by the grand door, tossing one last look at her over his shoulder before disappearing out into the halls.

And that was all it took. Y/n looked up at the stunned Severus still by her side. He was in shock and he was fuming.

How dare he touch her?

“Professor Snape? I need some air.” Y/n managed. Gesturing outside.

Severus snapped out of it and stepped closer to her. And went to put his arm out for her to take.

“Shall I escort you-“

Y/n placed her hand on his arm to move it back to his side gently.

“No, I’m fine, thank you sir. You’ve taken very good care of me. Can you just let anyone waiting know that I won’t be dancing anymore?” She said to him. She trusted him. And he knew it. Snape gave her a small bow, then turned to the remaining boys thirsting to dance with her. He bit back a look of disgust; he gave them a dismissive wave instead. The few boys who protested recieved a deathly look. They dissipated.

Severus watched her go. Her words rang in his ears.

Thank you for taking care of me…

Y/n took her chance and started to make her way through the crowd and out the door. She was stopped a few times by professors and friends congratulating her, to which she gave kind thank you’s and handshakes; saying she would be back later.

It took her almost 10 minutes to get out the door, but once she did, she was thankful. Not only was it much quieter, but the Weird Sisters just took the stage and all the students started dancing like mad. It was far too loud for her liking.

She began walking outside into the snow. She took in a few breaths. The cold air filled her lungs. Up until that moment, she hadn’t been able to process what had happened. And now in the quiet of the hall, as she stood on the snowy stones, a few tears ran down her face.

He-

What did that colour mean?

She hadn’t seen it from anyone else.

What did he feel for her?

Was she going crazy?

Her chest began to heave.

She needed answers.

Now.

Y/n turned and found that her feet already knew where to go. She could feel her heartbeat drum in her ears. Her head felt disconnected from her neck, as did her legs and arms.

She felt like she wasn’t real.

The door to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom came into view. She suddenly had a serge of frustration. She felt connected again.

Y/n quickened her pace up the the door, and rapped her knuckles on it.

Nothing.

She did it again, more urgently.

The door flung open to a half undressed Remus Lupin. He stood there with his jacket gone, tie undone and vest unbuttoned. He stared down at her, brows knit together.

Y/n swallowed.

“Remus, I don’t know what happened in there but all I know is that this dress. Doesn’t. Lie.I don’t know what that emotion was but I need to know. You can’t just not speak to me for months, then ask for my hand to dance and then take off after and-“

“Forgive me, Miss l/n but it was not I that wouldn’t speak to you. If you remember correctly, I was preparing you for a Boggart lesson and you saw my and Snape’s dead bodies as your deepest, worst fear. Then you have since refused to-to speak to me like you used to.” His face became frustrated and angry. Remus walked into the room and y/n followed, slamming the door behind her.

“Yes you’re right! And do you know why?” She countered.

“Well I assume you’re infatuated with Severus, and are upset with the thought of my passing because I’ve taught you so much. All the time you spend with the man, I’m sure you’re somehow romantically involved!” He leaned against his desk at the far end of the room.

Please say you’re not…

“Romantic? He’s like a father to me. He’s been there for me more than my father ever was.” She cried. A few tears began running down her face.

Remus ran his hands through his hair, “A father, so what am I? An uncle!”

Please say I’m not.

Y/n balked at him. That was it. “No! You know what you are? You’re a stupid man. That’s what you are. A stupid man who means the world to me who can’t seem to see that no matter how hard I try. A man who I cannot bare to see die so deeply that he is my Boggart. A man who I can’t stand being away from so I planted myself in his life as his assistant.” She yelled and slammed her fist on a desk, before turning on her heel and storming off.

“Y/n!” Remus called.

“What?” Venom in her voice.

He stared her down, and marched towards her. Y/n backed away, eyes widening.

“You silly, stupid girl-“

Remus placed his hand on the back of her neck and pressed his lips to hers. Y/n couldn’t move. It was an act of desperation. A last resort of a desperate man. A million love letters and endless poems in one moment. It was possessive. It was obsessive.

Her head spun. His moustache brushed her upper lip. She lost herself in how sweet his mouth tasted. His lips were slow and deliberate against hers like he was proving a point.

That she was his. And he was equally hers.

Uncontrollably hers.

Slowly, she ran her hands up into the hair at the nape of his neck, holding him closer; Remus lifted her as she smoothed her tongue against his. He placed her on a desk and pulled her to him again.

Their breaths were a cloud of feelings long unspoken.

The young witch wrapped her legs around Lupin’s waist and bit his lip softly. Remus pulled back. A dark, feral gleam in his eyes. He dipped his head and placed gentle kisses along her neck, down her her collarbone and her shoulder. Remus dragged the strap down and kissed her scars, licking them gently. Y/n let out a soft gasp and tightened her legs.

A low moan rumbled in his chest.

“Remus…” she whispered.

He slowly rose his heavy gaze to her eyes. The air in her lungs disappeared.

The sight of her so breathless made him want to throw his head back and howl into the night.

“I-“ She started, but she couldn’t speak. There were no more words left for her.

He saw how her eyes desperately searched his.

Remus leaned forward to her ear and grasped the back of her head. His dipped his head deathly slow, and whispered, “You have doomed my soul, Miss l/n. Whether it be to the depths of hell or the the highest heavens, I don’t know. But I am yours.” His voice was almost a breath. It was like the wind. It swept through her. She shivered.

Remus placed a kiss there just below her ear.

Marking his statement.

Like a period at the end of a sentence.

Y/n gazed at him, lost. His eyes were heavy, boring into her. Into what was left of her soul that wasn’t already his. Y/n then leaned up to his lips a gently took his lip between hers, licking it delicately.

“I will follow you to those depths or those highs…I am yours, Mr. Lupin. Body and soul.”

Remus brushed a hair away from her eyes just has he had so many times before. It was so familiar. But this time, there wasn’t anything missing. He pressed one more gentle kiss on her lips. One on her forehead and on her cheeks.

“Does that answer your question?” He asked cheekily.

This time she smiled back, “It does.”

In that cold classroom on Christmas Eve, y/n and Remus were warm. He guided her down from the desk and wrapped an arm around her waist, walking her to his chambers. He lit a fire and made them tea. Y/n sat on his armchair, watching him.

“Remus?” She whispered.

He turned at his name and held her gaze oh so gently. “Yes my dear?”

Her heart fluttered.

“You looked very handsome tonight.” Y/n smiled up at him. A gleam in her eyes.

He came back with two cups and set them down on the table next to her.

Remus knelt down in front of her and took her hands, “If only you knew how I saw you. How truly divine you are.” He whispered against her lips, grazing hers.

Lupin pulled away, and pressed a kiss to her palm.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” He murmured against her skin.

“I bet it’s no longer than me wanting it. You cursed me that night on the train.” She whispered back holding his hazel gaze.

“Likewise, my love.” Remus grinned. There was a warmth in their eyes that wasn’t there before. An understanding. And admiration.

“Remus?”

“Mm?”

“Could you…? Could you help me with my dress?” She asked, a blush rising to her cheeks.

He smiled. “Of course. Come.”Lupin took her hands and stood her up. He took her shoulder with his finger tips and slowly spun her, pressing kisses along her back. Remus grasped the zipper and glided it down her back. He kissed the scars there.

He held out his hand and one of his shirts came to his palm.

“Here. Can’t have you catching cold on my watch.” Remus placed it in her hand carefully. Of course he would have rather put the shirt on her himself…but he didn’t want to push.

Slowly.

Y/n smiled.

What a gentleman.

He went to his armchair where she had sat and took her place, and crossed his legs. In one hand he held his cup of tea, the other unbuttoned his shirt slowly. Y/n couldn’t help but watch him. Her mouth hung open ever so slightly like she needed extra air.

She almost forgot that it was only her hands holding up her dress.

“Need a hand, darling?” He asked, sweeping his eyes over her.

Y/n snapped back and blinked.

“No…Cheeky.” She went to his washroom and wiggled out of her dress. She stood there a moment, the cold air tickling her thighs and chest; holding his shirt to her nose, and taking a deep breath. Her head was light.

She slipped it over her shoulders and did the middle buttons up. She laughed. Remus’s shirts, with him being the giant he was, were massive. This particular one was familiar. And smelled so deeply of him she thought she might faint.

Y/n came out and folded her dress neatly. The warmth of the fire rushed to her bare legs and under the shirt.

Remus almost choked on his tea when she came out.

At least button the damn thing. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?

Her collarbones were visible under the shirt and it dipped down the just above her breasts. The hem sat tantalisingly at her mid thigh.

Breathe Remus.

He gazed at her.

He held his hand out to her. Remus saw her look at his chest. She hadn’t seen his scars there before. He cocked his head to the side as she took his hand, and he pulled her to his lap. She fit just as perfectly there as he had thought. Y/n let out a soft gasp as she rested there. Remus placed one arm across her legs, his fingers drawing circles there; he rested the other elbow on the arm of the chair and played with her hair. She felt so tiny in his arms.

Y/n gazed into those hazel eyes that had haunted her for so long.

They said nothing. The sound of the crackling fire enveloped them. Y/n placed her hand tentatively on his chest under the open buttons. There were soft wisps of light brown and gray hair; the scars that stretched across his chest looked like gold in the firelight. Y/n ran her hand along one, Remus shivered. She took her hand back, not sure if it was alright. He grasped her hand quickly and brought it back to his chest, he moved her fingers with his along a particularly large one.

It’s alright.

Remus took his hand away and picked her tea up. She went to take it, but he tsked her. He opened his mouth, and she copied him. Remus raised the cup to her lips and let her take a sip.

“There’s a good girl.” He whispered.

Y/n felt herself blush.

Good girl? Was this man trying to kill me?

She rested her head against his chest, and listened.

“Remus…” She turned her head up to his. She took his hand and pressed it gently against her heart. He smoothed his thumb over it. He knew what she meant.

This is yours.

Remus took her hand and did the same. She could feel how quick his heart was beating. Like a drum.

“Yours.” He murmured before placing a tender kiss on her lips.

They stayed wrapped in one another’s arms, afraid to let go. They held each other tightly to make up for lost time.

When they stared at one another, there was that loving glow in their eyes.

Because that’s what that gleam was.

A mutual, silent urning.

A silent captivation.

A silent need.

A silent want.

Love.

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Godricks Hollow

Pairing: Harry Potter x Fem!Reader

Written: December 15th, 2020

Posted: December 15th, 2020

Word Count: 1,665

Warning: None

This was requested from JulzLovDraco4Eva on Wattpad!

Summary: Y/N Granger has been friends with the Golden Trio for as long as she could remember, but her loyalty is tested when the group is on the run.

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Walking through the Hogwarts courtyard, you were engrossed in one of your class textbooks. Your attention being on the book, you weren’t watching where you were going. It wasn’t long before you walked into someone.

“Hey! Watch it!” Draco exclaimed, his voice filled with annoyance. Turning to face you, his expression concerted into something unreadable. “Filthy Mudblood.” He spat. 

“Leave her alone, Malfoy.” Harry’s voice sang through your ears, as he joined your side. 

Rolling his eyes, Draco didn’t bother to respond before he stormed off with his minions in tow. 

“T-Thanks, Harry.” You nodded not bothering to take your gaze off the ground.

“Of course,” He beamed throwing an arm around your shoulder. “What’re friends for?”

Throughout your years at Hogwarts, you had similar encounters. Whenever you seemed to be in trouble Harry always appeared at your side. You were always quick to brush it off as him being protective over Hermione’s little sister. It didn’t take long for the rest of the group to welcome you with open arms. Ron was always protective of you as well, but it was never to the extent that Harry was. 

“Y/N!” A familiar voice echoed through the hall. 

Whirling around you collided with a firm chest knocking you off balance. A pair of strong hands were quick to wrap about your elbows attempting to keep you steady.

Giggling you couldn’t help the smile that made its way along your lips. “Hi, Harry.”

Clearing his throat, Harry suddenly looked visibly uncomfortable. “Hi, Y-Y/N.”

An awkward silence enveloped you both. 

“I...I, uh.” Harry scratched the back of his neck as he was contemplating his next set of words very carefully. 

“Yes?” You questioned, gazing upwards at him with a hint of hope in your eye.

“I...I was wondering if you would want to be my date to Bill and Fleur’s wedding?” He rushed out, his voice wavering slightly.

A toothy grin made it’s way to your lips. “Oh, Harry!” You exclaimed as fireworks erupted in your stomach. Quickly, you threw your arms around Harry’s shoulders as you pulled him in for a tight hug. 

Harry tensed at your reaction, before he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. The sound of his chuckles rang through your ears.

“I’ll take that as a yes then.” 

---

On the day of Bill and Fleur’s wedding, there was tension in the air. There were rumors of He Who Must Not Be Named, attempting to rise in power once again. Arthur heard at work that the Dark Lord was planning to overthrow the ministry, but nobody knew when.

Since you were staying at the Burrow until the wedding, you couldn’t shake the thoughts of darkness looming around every corner, while the Dark Lord could strike at any moment.

Being friends with Harry, you knew he would go up against the Dark Lord. But the question that plagued your mind was if you were ready to face He Who Must Not Be Named.

Ron would go, which meant of course your sister would go. She and Ron had been inseparable as of lately. Sighing, you knew you would go to protect your friends. 

Your mind was beginning to become clear as you sat by the fireplace. However, you didn’t hear Harry join you until he nudged your shoulder gently.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” He questioned offering you a warm smile.

“Oh, um.” You sighed. “Just thinking about how everything’s about to change.” You shrugged.

Harry turned his attention to you, as he nodded in acknowledgment. “It’ll be for the better.”

Nodding you locked gazes with him as the crackling sound of the fireplace was the only thing heard. The thought of kissing Harry quickly overwhelmed your mind. 

“Hey, Guys.” Ron greeted as he quietly made his way down the spiral stairs.

Taking a breath, you averted your gaze to your shirt as you smoothed down nonexistent wrinkles. 

Ron quickly bounded over to where you and Harry sat before he took his place in between you. 

“What’d I miss?” He questioned beaming at you.

---

It was finally the day of the wedding. Everyone was scurrying around the house and outside in an attempt to get the last minute things ready. All the bridesmaids spent the day getting ready. Fleur’s bridesmaids mostly consisted of you, Ginny, Hermione, and her little sister, Gabrielle. 

The ceremony went by rapidly, it felt like a blur. When it came time for the reception, you were able to slip away unnoticed. 

Taking your heels off, you walked barefoot through the grass as the brisk night air danced along your skin. Goosebumps began forming up and down your arms. A content sigh left your lips, as you gazed at the stars.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” Harry spoke as he walked up beside you.

You hummed in response, turning to face him.

“Harry...You look..”

“I know-” He became flustered, as he dropped his gaze to the ground.

“Handsome.” You muttered as you took in his appearance.

“O-Oh, thank you.” Harry spoke, “You look beautiful.” 

A blush crept its way along your cheeks. Before you could protest, Harry had shrugged off his suit jacket, wrapping it around your shoulders. Quickly he reached down taking your heels from you.

The smell of Harry overwhelmed your senses. Tugging the jacket around you tighter, fireworks erupted in your stomach.

“We should get back before they notice we’re gone.” 

Frowning, you nodded your head. Just as you and Harry re-entered the tent, Kingsley Shacklebolt’s Patronus announced the ministry had fallen, while Death Eaters were on their way.

Harry's firm hand was quick to grab yours, as wedding guests began to panic and Death Eaters began showing up. Harry pulled you behind him as he began searching for the rest of the group.

“Harry!” Hermione called rushing toward’s you, as Ron was fast behind her. Before you knew it, you were staring at the familiar Tottenham Court Road.

Your sister's voice echoed through your ears. “We have to find somewhere to change.”

---

Light snow began covering the ground as you and Harry ventured to Godrick’s Hollow. 

It had been months since you were first on the run. Every day, everyone gathered around the radio listening to the names of the fallen in hopes you didn’t hear a familiar name.

Walking through Godrick’s Hollow, your arm was linked through Harry’s. The small gesture sent comfort through your body. The streets were dimly lit, which allowed you both to venture around without really being seen.

As you walked through the cemetery, you cleaned off the headstone, only to see the very symbol you had been questioning. The hair on the back of your neck stood at attention. Fear began washing over you.

“Harry?” You gently called. Gazing around, your eyes landed on the man.

Confusion danced along your face before you gazed in front of you.

James & Lily Potter.

Kneeling, you pulled your wand out, making a small wreath on their grave. Standing up, you linked your arm back through Harry’s as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

“Merry Christmas, Harry.”

--- 

As you were running through the forest, you could feel your breaths becoming more and more shallow. Death Eaters were chasing you while yelling spells. 

It had been a few months since your group had gone on the run. Hunting Horcruxes began taking its toll on everyone. Exhaustion was being to feel like an understatement. Anywhere you went, everyone was on edge ready for the next attack. Not even the tent felt safe anymore. 

In no time, each of you was captured by the Death Eaters. It wasn’t surprising that they had taken you to Malfoy Manner. 

“Take the rest of them,” Bellatrix spoke moving to stand before you. “I need to have a little chat with this one, girl on girl.” She taunted, as her eyes had a hint of mischief in them.

Gulping, your stomach began feeling queasy at the thought of being alone with Bellatrix. 

Pushing you down, your back was met with the feeling of chilly wood. Before you knew it, she was straddling you as she screamed in your face.

Pinning your arm down, she began carving the word Mudblood into your skin. Tears began racing down your face as you felt your strength weakening by the second. Screams fell past your lips.

“Let her go!” Harry’s voice yelled.

“Well, well, well,” Bellatrix taunted as she got up. “If it isn’t lover boy, here to rescue the damsel in distress.”

---

After the fight at Malfoy manner, Ron and Hermione apparited to Shell Cottage, while Harry apparited to Saint Mungo’s hospital. The whole way, you had insisted you were fine and that you didn’t need medical attention.

Harry didn’t listen to your pleas as he raced to the emergency entrance of the hospital insisting you be healed right away.

Sitting on the hospital bed, you gazed at the ceiling counting tiles. The healer had come in and healed your scar rather quickly, however you were just waiting for the doctor to let you leave.

“Hey,” Harry spoke softly, as he took a seat beside your bed.

You hummed in response.

“I...I’m sorry.” He huffed. “I...I couldn’t stand to see you hurt. I couldn’t stop it..” His voice trailed off as he dropped his gaze to the floor.

“It’s not your fault, Harry.” You whispered, reaching over and placing a hand on his cheek.

Closing his eyes, he leaned into your touch. “I should’ve been there to stop it.”

Gazing at him, you felt the fireworks return. 

“I...I.” Harry let out a frustrated sigh. Opening his eyes, he stood up before taking your face between his hands. He never broke his gaze from you. Leaning down his nose brushed against yours as his breath danced along your lips. Placing a chaste kiss to your lips, he rested his forehead against yours. 

At that moment, nothing else seemed to matter.

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Nothing's More Important Than Quidditch

Fred Weasley x Reader

Warnings: Some Swearing. Highly Suggestive. Someone gets hurt.

This story is inspired from a request of my F.R.I.E.N.D.S Themed Prompt List.

Using Prompts two and three: "OH...MY...GOOOOD!"/"MY EYES! MY EEYEES!"

Fred and George Weasley were men of simple tastes. They liked pranks, food and Quidditch. Though if you were to ask Fred he would argue that there were nothing more important than Quidditch.

He'd never missed a game. Never missed a practice, and had been able to afford it he'd never miss a Cup. So that being said, you can imagine how shocked his team were when he told them he wasn't feeling well enough to train tonight.

"You're dying aren't you?"

"What? No, Lee. I'm not dying!"

"Then I'm sorry I mustn't have heard right when, the Fredrick Gideon Weasley, just said he wasn't well enough to play Quidditch?"

"Piss off."

It was Sunday lunch in the Great Hall and Angelina had the whole Gryffindor team huddled together. She was discussing her newest game strategies when Fred spoke abruptly, all eyes bulging at his words. Expressions a mixture of confusion and concern. Fred never. Missed. A. Game.

"Hey!" [Y/N] had arrived and happily sat her self amongst her close group of friends. "What's with the faces?" Her brows furrowed as she filled a Goblet with her favourite drink.

"Fred says he's not training Tonight." Angelina answered, still gawking at the Redhead in question.

[Y/N] choked on her drink. "He's what!?" She coughed, hand on her chest in shock.

"It's not a big deal!" Fred groaned. "I've just got one cracker of a headache. Need to sleep it off and I'll be right as rain." He forced a smile, though to the group it appeared more as a painful grimace.

"Well, I do hope you feel better." [Y/N] leant over the table, placing her hand atop of his to offer some comfort with a reassuring smile. "What about the rest of you?" She straightened herself, taking a pastry from the bowl infront of them as she did so.

"We're still training" George replied, "Not all of us roll over because of a wittle headache" he pouted at his brother, trying to stir him up. Fred retaliated, through the light laughter of his friends, by throwing a bread roll at his brother.

"Coming to watch, [Y/N]?" George spoke, still laughing as he brushed crumbs from his clothes.

"Afraid I can't, tonight."

"What!?" Lee groaned, "come on! I'm going!"

"Yes, well as tempting as it may be to spend more time by your side Lee", she leant into him with doey eyes batting her eyelashes flirtatiously, hands cupping his bicep. Returning to her previous position she continued, "I have so much Homework to do it's not funny. I'll find myself joining the next Headless Hunt if I don't hand Snape his Most Potent Poisons Assessment tomorrow."

"Barrell of fun you two are, today" George rolled his eyes.

"Right, well the rest of you. We've got training to do!" Angelina stood, gesturing for the Quidditch team to follow. Somewhat begrudgingly, with various disapproving moans escaping their lips, they made for the Pitch.

"Positive you'll be okay, Freddie?" George lagged behind in a final ditch effort to convince his brother to join them. "You could always just watch from the stands."

"I'm positive, Georgie. I'm just not right at the moment."

"Do you want me to stay? I will if that's what you'd prefer..."

"Who are you? Mum now?" Fred joked "Get out of here you sap!" He waved his arm as if trying to shoo him from the hall.

"Don't worry, George. I'll look after him" [Y/N] assured.

"Such a faithful little bestie you are." He said while ruffling her hair. "Alright then, see you two in a couple hours" he waved to them as he ran to catch up with his team.

"Come on you. Let's get you to bed." [Y/N] spoke to Fred and they made their way to the common room.

---

So much for a couple hours. Mere forty minutes later saw the same team arriving back through the Fat Lady.

"How was I supposed to know she was right behind me!?" George complained loudly, followed closely into the room by the light giggles of Lee and Harry. No such laughter, however, could be heard from the mouth of the Gryffindor Captain.

"A concussion George! You gave Katie a concussion!" She was near shouting at the boy.

"I SAID I WAS SORRY! I didn't see her!" He threw his arms up in defence. "Pomfrey says she'll be right in a few days, what's the fuss?"

"The fuss, George, is that we just lost a whole night's training! You're just lucky our next game isn't for another fortnight, Weasley. I have to take Katie some things for her stay in the Hospital Wing, YOU! had better think fast about how to make this up to her." With a final menacing point of her finger Angelina stormed off towards the dormitory she shared with Katie.

"Should we check on Fred?" Lee spoke to break the guilty silence.

"Yeah, hey - don't forget to tell him how his Golden Boy brother sent our best chaser to the infirmary!" Harry goaded making his way over to Hermione and Ron by the fire.

"Little prat" George grumbled as he and Lee made their way to the dormitory. Lee was laughing hard at his friends remark."He doesn't watch it he won't be 'The Boy who lived' for much longer. Might pick up where You-Know-Who left off." George went on as he leant his back against the door, pushing it open as his hand twisted the door knob. Lee's laughter only increased.

"I'd like to see you- OH...MY...GOOOOD!!" laughter and smiles faded instantly as his eyes fell on the tangled mess of sheets and the bodies of his two close friends in place of where Fred should have been resting.

The sudden exclamations catching the attention of [Y/N] and Fred, their eyes shooting directly across the, should have been empty, bedroom.

"SHIT!" Fred yelled as he pulled off of [Y/N] and covered her with his blanket. "YOU WEREN'T MEANT TO BE BACK FOR A COUPLE HOURS!"

"MY EYES! MY EEYYEES!!" George screamed dramatically. Turning away from the scene he covered his face by his hands, desperately trying to lose the imagine of his brothers and best friends mostly naked bodies.

"It's not what you think!" [Y/N] began, throwing Fred's jumper on over her head which could very well have been a dress on her. She stood, tugging at the material willing it to stay in place before fixing her hair.

"It doesn't look like you were napping!" Lee snapped sarcastically, "nor does it look much like a POTIONS ASSIGNMENT!"

"[Y/N]" George began, not turning to face the two - rather speaking to the ceiling as his back faced them. "I know you said you'd look after my brother but MERLIN I should have laid out some guidelines, that is not how you handle a headache."

Fred had put on a pair of trousers and a singlet and quickly made his way to stand infront of the two boys, arms out pleadingly, "I know you're both a little shocked right now and this is going to take some time to process but for the love of GODRICK!" He clenched his teeth and spoke in a low growl, "would you keep your voices down before the entire bloody common room hears yo-"

"WHAT'S GOING ON!?" Ron had burst through the door. "Oh God" Fred groaned throwing his head back walking away from the door.

"We heard shouting, is everything okay?" Hermione asked frantic, as Harry followed her in.

"Yes, Hermione everything's fine -" [Y/N] went to explain.

"NO!" Lee interrupted "NO! THEY'RE DOING IT!" He screamed pointing his finger accusingly at the two red-faced teens. Harrys eyes were wide with shock.

"It's not what you all think! Please just listen to me..." Fred begged as [Y/N] stood beside him. Looking to one another defeatedly.

Everyone, aside from George, turned to face them. Awaiting the explanation as to why these two had been...doing what they were.

"Uhmmm..." seeing the group stare before him suddenly ran Freds mind blank. "This isn't the first time this has happened. Actually it happens a lot." Not the best opener. The group grimaced, looking very uncomfortable at their friends confession. [Y/N] dropped her head into her hand. "What I mean is" he tried to recover, "this isn't a one time deal. We're not just fooling around, we're..." the words caught in his throat.

What were they? A couple? Was he wrong and they were just friends with benefits? What was this?

They looked at one another, Fred's eyes searching [Y/N]'s face for the answer. She smiled, grabbing his hand gently.

"We're together" she spoke. Eyes not leaving Fred.

"That's great and all. But this is still traumatising." Lee deadpanned as he gestured between the couple and Fred's bed.

George cleared his throat, "umm, yeah. I'm really happy for you two."

"That'd be more convincing, had you actually said it to us rather than the wall." [Y/N] laughed. Fred threw his arm over her shoulders, pulling her into his chest. Georges head turned slightly, eyeing the two in his peripheral before shutting his eyes tightly. Trying to muster the courage. "Yeah, sorry bout that just...it may be difficult to look at you the same for a while. I saw a lot more than I'd had like to." Everyone laughed at the comment. The light atmosphere helping him to relax a bit he turned to face them. Even if his eyes fixed to anything but them.

"Wait a minute." Harrys laughter had stopped completely. "Did you two plan this whole thing?"

"I guarantee we never planned on getting caught" Fred replied.

Rolling his eyes Harry continued "ditching practice I mean."

Lee and George both looked at each other before slowly turning to glare at the couple.

"Well. Yeah" [Y/N] answered.

A slow clap started to sound throughout the room as Lee and George mockingly applauded the two. "Well done. Truly you two that was quite the convincing performance." George smirked. "Honestly, [Y/N], that spit take really sold the whole thing. Couldn't have done better myself." Lee nodded as she playfully curtsied with her hand on the seam of Fred's jumper.

"WELL!" Lee clapped once loudly, rubbing his hands together. "This calls for a celebration. Shall we?" He bowed to the door, ushering everyone from the room.

"Ummm Lee. Mind if I put some pants on first?"

"If you-OH! right. Yeah. Meet you two down there!" He was the last to leave, closing the door with a quick wink.

Fred and [Y/N] looked shyly back to one another before breaking into fits of side splitting laughter. Fred wrapping his arms around her waist as they calmed down.

"So...we're together, huh?" He grinned resting their foreheads against one another.

"Only if that's what you want." [Y/N] placed her hands on his chest, eyes nervously searching his.

"That's all I've ever wanted" he moved a hand to the back of her neck, pulling her lips into his. Kissing her like he never had before.

Fred and George Weasley were simple men. They liked pranks, food and Quidditch. Though if you were to ask Fred, he would argue there were nothing more important than Quidditch. Well...maybe one thing.

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JAMES POTTER x SLYTHERIN!READER | QUIDDITCH FIRE

Summary: After a rough quidditch match James decides to get you off.

Warnings: swear words, smut, angst, enemies to lovers, choking kink, might have some degradation, breeding kink.

"JAMES FUCKING POTTER, REG, FOCUS" you screamed at your fellow teammate, seeker, Regulus Black to get it together.

When it comes to Quidditch, people realize why you were sorted into Slytherin. Apart from ability to be a major cunt, you were ambitious Slytherin minx who lived to be a Quidditch player. You were a very important player to the Slytherin Quidditch team and, probably, the best Chaser the school has seen in a while. Shot after shot you were earning your team major amount of points. With phenomenal body blow you did with your fellow chaser to the opposing one you got clear shot at the hoop.

However, just as you shot it and it went through, Gryffindor's stands erupted in cheers. You turned towards their seeker, James Bloody Prat Potter, who was holding the golden snitch.

The noise was not getting to you, it was not in your style. You cannot lose, but you did. James smirked at you waving a snitch in his hand. It sent you in full blown rage. Yes, you were a sore loser, but you loved the game and you loved to win. You wanted it to be your future, and this day was the day where scouts were coming to scout for talent. You huffed out in anger and landed down on the pitch waiting just when you were out of everyone's sight to throw your broom against the locker room door. The fact that all house teams shared one changing room separated in four sides by the lockers made you seriously sick. The door opened and you were face to face with none other that James Potter.

Your broom was blocking the door opening completely and he picked it up scanning the Green broom with silver details. Your granddad's design, one of a kind.

"There you are" James smiled at you handing you your broom back "good play for a Slytherin. Though not a match for me, wondered where you wandered off to. I suppose congratulations are in order, maybe even a kiss" he kept his grip on your broom as you were taking it back not letting you have it back fully, just how he did with your spotlight.

"Fuck off, Potter" you spat.

"Expected nothing better from a snake" he said obviously amused by your attitude.

"This one is venomous, so I will kindly ask you again to fuck off before I lose my shit. Do not tempt me!" You took your broom back and he waltzed over to the opposite side of the room to his locker maintaining his look at you.

As you pulled off your jersey he had a clear view of your figure. He couldn't lie, you were his deepest darkest desire. You grabbed your clean clothes heading to hit the showers, not aware that he followed soon after you.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing now? First you cut my spotlight, fucking it up for my career and now you want to cut in my shower?" You gritted.

"Darling, I am merely saving Hogwarts some water" he started to shed his clothing nearing you like a lion neared his prey.

"James..." you bit your lip as he cornered you against the cold tiles his thumb gently caressing your cheek "I fucking hate you"

"I know..." he whispered his eyes staring deep into yours.

And that is when you grabbed his cheeks pulling him into a deep kiss. You always wanted to do that, yes, he was insufferable prat but you couldn't explain what was it that drawn you to him. His tongue fought yours for dominance but he was not giving you this fight. He would fuck submission into you if he had to. His hand moved from your cheek to your neck applying slight pressure as his long fingers wrapped tightly around it. His knee spread your legs apart and you shed the last of your clothing your pussy firmly pressed against his thigh.

"Not so venomous now, are we?" He smirked cockily.

"Psst, you still haven't fucked me yet" you shot back grabbing his member in your hand.

He turned on the shower muttering muffliato and colloportus. His attention was now all on you. He was hard, aching hard by the movements of your hands.

"Fuck that, I can't wait princess" he grabbed you by your thighs picking you up swiftly. In a quick snap of his hips he entered you earning him to hear your shaky moan. You were adjusting to his size gulping that lump that created in your throat.

"Damn, you feel so good, how about I knock that pussy up to keep you in my life forever, huh?" He sneered as your eyes rolled at the back of your head.

"Answer me, slut" he gritted.

"Y-yes, please sir" you whined in desperation, needing him to move so badly.

"Good girl" he moved his hips pounding into you hard.

He could not lie, he loved hearing noises you made as he fucked you making him even harder. He used his grip on your neck you make you look him in the eyes as he pounded into you mercilessly. All that rage and frustration faded as he did that grippinhg on all parts of your body. He felt himself getting closer as your walls clenched hard around him practically milking him.

"Blimey, I'm going to cum" he groaned as his thrusts became slow but hard making your eyes go wide open while looking at his.

Your body began to shake and you barely managed to let him know you could not hold it in.

"Cum for me, my little snake" he let out a moan as you both came hard at the same time.

You were still shaking from your orgasam and he helped you wash yourself off still keeping you close.

"Come on princess, I believe there are some scouts waiting for us in Dumbledore's office" he smiled earning your wide eyed shocked expression.

"Blimey, James!" You rushed to dress up pulling him along with you as he dressed up himself.

Needless to say that he had to give you piggyback ride to the office because you couldn't walk properly, first earning the shocked expressions of your teammates as you exited the changing room and students that lingered in halls. Most shocked however was Sirius Black.

"When the fuck did this happen?! You cannot be serious!" Sirius walked after you two towards the office.

"You're right, you're Sirius" with a cocky smile bot of you disappeared into the office leaving stunned Marauders to stare at the skulpture.

"Pads, you owe me ten galleons" Remus quipped amused at very shocked Sirius, who was being nothing less than his usual dramatic self.

"Godrick..." Sirius dug out the money smacking it into Remus's hand.

James was leaning against his bed frame explaining his friends how Y/n L/n came to be his girlfriend. He was yet to hear the outcome of her talk with the scouts. And just as he finished the outline of the story a rushed knock interrupted them. Remus moved to open the door, confused to meet you at the other end of it.

"Lily let me in, JAMESIE I FUCKING DID IT!" you jumped up and down still standing om the doorway.

Sirius watched you like he saw a bear in clown costume, Peter was looking at Remus whose head shot at James who grabbed your arm pulling you inside.

"Did what princess?" He asked excitedly.

"I am officially the chaser for The Holyhead Harpies!" You squealed in excitement earning a big grin from your boyfriend.

"That's my girl!" James cheered ad hugged you tight kissing the top of your head.

"Congratulations, y/n, you deserved it" Remus smiled at you and Peter congratulated you too.

"I still don't trust you. First, you told my brother off now you shag my best mate... I guess I will have to live with it" Sirius sighed dramatically.

" You better, I am gonna marry this one" James hugged you tightly earning a soft chuckle from you.

Good thing for that Quidditch fire.

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Passing godrick random things (since he has so many damn arms) as he is working just to confuse the hell out of him

[Okay, at first I was just going to do HCs for this, but I liked the idea so much I ended up doing an actual fic for it.]

Just when you thought there was nothing else about the lord of Limgrave that could surprise you, that’s when you noticed something about those hands of his. Turns out that even though he could use any of his limbs at any point that he desired, he couldn’t really use all of them at once; not well at any rate. It did make sense. Sometimes it was difficult to manage two arms as it was. Even then everyone with just two has done things like accidentally dropped something from one hand when they meant to do so with the object in the other. When he did use more than two, it was like that, but multiplied by about ten. There was just too many mental gymnastics to be done to use all of those limbs at once, and with the constitution of his mind seemingly wearing thin as it was, he needed to not overwork himself with such things. And, so, he usually used his two main arms, perhaps one of the other, larger ones toward the front, and the others that lined them almost acted like fingers if sorts; able to move on their own, but usually moving along with the flexing and contracting of other muscles.

Theses hands were still functional, no matter their current use, and seemed be controlled subconsciously. Because of this, you found that they did something somewhat similar to what infant hands do; if you pressed something to the palm of the hand, even lightly, his fingers would instinctually wrap around it. So, it became a sort of game that you would play with him especially in the most inopportune times. You would hand things to his dormant hands and see how long it took him to notice. One time he unknowingly held a book open for you for almost an entire chapter. Another time you managed to give him almost everything from his writing desk, and he only noticed when a quill tickled the second to last free hand. The fact that he almost spilled ink on himself got you in some pretty hot water there for awhile. But, the really funny part about the whole situation is that he would deny up and down that he didn’t know what he was doing. The time with the book, he claimed that he was just doing you a favor. And the time with the writing desk was because it needed to be sorted anyway and he was just holding things until he made his choice on the rearrangements (everything was put back exactly how it was before.)

This time you weren’t doing anything quite so ornery. It was one of your favorite versions of the game to play. You simply had a bag of marbles that you had found, and you would periodically give one to a hand. It was all going well; you had gotten the top row of hands and just had one more to get: the one on that trunk-like leg of his. Unfortunately for you, the gig was up when you sat down on the floor. Godrick looked over from where he was reading a report from his guards. “For what purpose art thou on the floor?” You could tell from his tone that he was already suspicious and you needed to distract him before he took stock of his hands. You nestled your head against his leg and hummed ever so sweetly, “I simply wished to sit down, my lord.” He looked down to you, still not buying your excuse. “Pray tell, why art thee inclined to rest in such a lowly place, and not a chair proper?” By this point you knew he had to have known about what you were doing, but you decided to play dumb regardless. “Well, I can rest and still be close to my lord here.” You wrapped your arms around his leg as you replied for good measure. “Is it I thou wish not to abandon,” Godrick looked down at you with an equally falsely sweet smile, “or rather thy playthings?” With that the sound of the marbles dropping onto the floor and rolling every which direction echoed through the room. “Clean thy mess! T’would be unfortunate were someone to slip due to thy antics.” He snapped as he went back to work. “And let me and my hands be for once!”

It didn’t take as long as you thought it would to find them all and put them back into their bag. And Godrick must have not been too upset with you, as you periodically felt him watching you as you looked around for the little, glass balls. Once you had made sure everything was picked up you walked back over to him. You could tell he was side-eyeing you to make sure you weren’t about to pull something again, yet after a few minutes of peace he relaxed a bit. That’s when you got a brilliant idea. Godrick growled as he stabbed his quill into its holder. “The distinct memory of telling thee to not bother-“ he looked over to see the thing that you had put into one of his hands this time was in fact your own. He looked at it for a moment, before shaking his head. “Thou’rt a needy thing.” He sighed before he turned back to his work. You giggled and rested your head on his back. A hand close to your head suddenly gave your ear a good tug, and you gave an indignant yelp. Godrick gave a deviant chuckle, “Apologies, dearest. As thou knowest, these hands have a mind of their own at times.” You were more than certain that wasn’t the case this time, and the grin on his face solidified that fact.

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Godrick x reader 3

[You know how I said a few days ago that I couldn’t think of more Godrick stuff? Guess what hit me like a day later at 3:00 in the morning, haha]

As odd as it may seem, the general horror of your situation was slowly starting to wear off. You were definitely still terrified of the man, but at this point you were able to push past that underlying feeling dread at least when he wasn’t there. Thankfully, these times were seemingly increasing as Godrick was still a lord after all, and there were plenty of times where he needed to be gone for most of the day, leaving you in this horrid room. There would have been plenty of situations where this room wouldn’t have been horrid, but rather one of the best rooms you’ve ever had the pleasure of staying in with it’s lavish decor, decently soft furniture, and well, roomy-ness. The main detractions of it were the obvious one of Godrick, who would always come to check on you throughout the day, though that checking was usually more akin to tormenting, and the fact you were always locked in here. You had exhausted all avenues of escape you could think of, which sadly due to the placement of the room in the castle, was only two; the always locked, impossible to pry open door, and the window that was facing a sheer drop onto a rocky edge of the ocean. To be fair, you thought about just jumping, because as a tarnished if you did miss the water and die, at least you would reappear at a site of grace somewhere else. And you didn’t care where that somewhere else was as long as it wasn’t here. The problem was that it was one of those windows that was cut straight out of the stone work of the castle, and while it was wide enough to easily look through, it was too thin to actually fit through; and you most certainly tried! Even so you thought of trying again. But, there was the sound of someone on the other side of the door which pulled you from your mullings of escape. It didn’t seem to be Godrick, as if it were, he would have had the door unlocked and would have been well into invading your personal space by now.

You hesitantly walked to then door and leaned to the floor to try to see what you could from the crack at the bottom. For the little bit that you could tell, there were two normal looking legs with only one foot connected to each, letting you know for sure that this most certainly wasn’t Godrick. Not knowing much else, other than the fact that you desperately wanted to talk to any other person at this point, you gave a tentative, “Hello?” through the crack. You were answered with a wheezing laugh, followed by a raspy, yet somehow delicate voice musing, “I knew the beast had got him someone; but didn’t think they’d last this long!” After that response, you thought for sure that whoever this was just came here to taunt you and leave, but to your surprise they kept talking. “How long have you been held here, poor tarnished?” Even though you would usually have been cautious with strangers, you were desperate to find a way out of here and were hopeful that this person was going to be that way out. “I’m not positive, but I think just over two weeks.” The person on the other side hummed in thought at that. “Not usually one to be friendly with you tarnished, seeing as you lot seem to make trouble. But,” the next part he said in a bit of a hushed tone, and you almost couldn’t hear him through the door, “seeing as the, “lord,” has gone mad, a little trouble might be good for him. Not mentioning that what you currently live like is a fate I wouldn’t wish on the worst of my enemies.” That wheezing laugh rang out again, but was quickly shushed. “Now, if you want to be free from that room without Godrick’s keys, there is but one way.” This information from him caused you to really stop and listen.

“The fireplace has a fairly large opening at the top. Might be a bit if a tight squeeze, but you should still be able to get through.” The man started as he seemingly leaned closer to the gap at the bottom of the door as his voice grew ever so slightly clearer, “You should be in the clear once you get out. As long as you leave quickly and quietly. The roofs and gables of the castle are actually quite easy to walk upon.” The chimney had never occurred to you because you had never seen an outside view of it and assumed it tapered off at the top. “How do I know if I can trust you?” You questioned, not wanting to get yourself into another situation like this one. “Well, I ‘spose you can’t. Only assurance I can give is that we both have our reasons to spite the ol’ codger.” He suddenly paused for a few moments before whispering, “Got to go. Spent too much time here. If you’re going to try the chimney today, do it quickly!” The feet under the crack of the door quickly walked away, and took the man with them. You wasted no time to try what he suggested. Sure it might have been a good idea to wait and try it later when you were positive that you would have the time, but the temptation of freedom was too strong to ignore.

It was a bit more difficult that you thought that it would have been as even though you were easily able to brace your body against the sides to inch your way up, all of the soot lining the masonry made it somewhat slippery; your sweat from the close quarters as well as your nerves made it worse. Still, there was still good time being made and you were already a good few meters up the thing even though you had just started a few minutes ago. But, seeing as fate seemed to hate you, there was suddenly the sound of the door opening, and the familiar sound of mixed-matched limbs lumbering along the floor. You froze, you could easily stay braced here for a long time, and it in fact gave you another option to get out. If climbing up the fireplace didn’t work, perhaps you could just hide in here until he thought you had already gotten out. Then he might rush out and leave the door open. All you had to do was stay still and not make a sound as you knew by this point he had very keen hearing.

“Now where hast thou stolen away to this time?” You heard Godrick hum in a calm voice that contradicted the ever more frantic sound of him walking around the room as he searched for you. Things were looking good for you for the slightest of moments, but then, once again something seemed to be out to ruin your life. Your foot slipped slightly; not enough to make you slide, but it did knock down a trail of soot from the wall. As the dust fell, you heard Godrick’s pacing stop. You held your breath, trying to make the least amount of noise possible. The next thing you knew there were one of those long arms of his snaked it’s way in, the six-fingered hand grouping around the walls right under you, thankfully just out of reach of you. That lumbering figure if his was keeping him from reaching further into the fireplace or even looking up into it. After an agonizing half a minute the arm retreated, and you listened intently, hoping the sound of him leaving quickly followed. There was a grunt from Godrick, followed by a bang that shook the walls and caused you to loose your balance. Falling down the chimney, you landed onto the old charcoaled logs and plies of ash, causing a cloud of soot to plume thickly into the air. You coughed and hacked as the grey fog attacked your nostrils and lungs, and when things started to clear, you saw Godrick looming over you, his cloak strategically held over the bottom half of his face to cover it from the filth that temporarily clouded the air. His eyes were still visible, though, and they were furious.

He lifted you by the back of your shirt like a cat grabbing the scruff of a kitten; making you eye level with himself, yet keeping you at a distance to avoid getting dirtier than he had to. “ T’would be wise to explain thyself, and explain well.” He sneered, his voice still muffled by his cloak. There was no answer from you, however, as you were doing your best to squirm out of his hold, kicking more soot up in your wake. “Be still!” Godrick growled as he tried to subdue you. But, you had just come so close to regaining your freedom that you had found a new zest for fighting. Well, fighting as best you could being held the way you were. “I bade thee, be still!” He shouted, feeling like the volume would help him control you. “I am thy lord! And, thou shalt as I-“ there was a loud rip as your tunic tore in your struggle, and you fell to the floor, sending another puff of ash into the air. “…command…” Godrick trailed off as he looked at the little bit of cloth in his hand and then down to you face first in the fireplace.

You were dazed from the fall and a slight bump on the head as a result. As you tried to push yourself up, a whimper fell from your lips as your aching head protested the movement. To your astonishment, Godrick actually rushed to your aid, scooping you up and holding you properly with gentle intent. “See now? Had thou been obedient then this harm would not have befallen thee.” He practically cooed as he checked over your head. “Stop…” you groaned and tried feebly to pull away from him. “Stubborn to the end. ‘Tis why thou’rt endearing.” Godrick chuckled. “Hush now and be still.” This time the command from him was gentle. After checking the area that was starting to swell slightly and deciding that it wasn’t anything too concerning, he looked to the rest of you. He chuckled again at the slight before him. There you were, shirt torn with a large chunk out of the back of it, covered in soot from head to toe like you were the world’s worse chimney sweep, and slightly sleepy looking as you were slowly regaining your wits from the bump on your head.

“Now, what a state my little pet is in!” Godrick almost giggled as he brushed you or hair away from your face. One of his hands grabbed the end of his cloak and started to wipe off your face with it. “I shall not have thee seen in such rags.” He hummed and you found it ironic, because if the time that you had spent here had let you know anything it’s that he wasn’t going to let you been seen by anyone at all. “Does that fancy thee, pet?” He asked you in an excited tone that indicated he thought you should be excited as well. “Hmmm? Shall we dress thee in garments as pretty as thy countenance?” You had no idea why there was this sudden change in demeanor that he was having. From the time that you had been with him, you knew that he could change emotions at the drop of a hat, but this seemed extreme even for him. From how furious he was just a few minutes ago to how overly fawning he was being now… there was something going on and you were determined to find out what it was. “Firstly, though, thou art to be cleaned. Fine clothing and soot do not compliment each other after all.” He gave an actual laugh, which was something that you hadn’t heard him do yet. Even though you had never heard him genuinely laugh before, at least not with much of his usual mad cackle mixed in, you couldn’t help but feel that wheezing cadence it had was somehow familiar.

Godrick, unbeknownst to you, was panicking. He knew that you were more than capable of causing him some real problems if you wanted to. He had just managed to get lucky on convincing you that he was much more fearsome than he actually was. Certainly, there was some point where he was, but there was a major flaw that arose from this game that he decided to play about two and a half weeks ago; it was no longer feeling like a game. And, to make things worse, he felt almost powerless to stop it. When he thought you were actually gone, he felt like he was going to die. So, in order to try yo keep you from trying to escape again, he tried to do what he had done from the beginning, frighten you into submission. But, to his horror, it didn’t seem like it was working anymore. Perhaps he had over used the method? Either way it wasn’t working today. So he would be sweet on you for the rest of the day, perhaps tomorrow too if you weren’t too obstinate. Godrick had his methods of getting his way; and, more importantly, what he wanted. He hummed as he walked you over to the washbasin across the room, and started to properly clean your face. “If only I could convince thee to behave.” Godrick groaned as he started to fuss over your face with the washcloth.

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Godrick x reader 8

As soon as he could get ready to go for the day, Godrick was straight out the door to get his lordly work out of the way, so he could spend that rest of the day planning things with you; well, more so him telling you what was going to happen when the two of you got married. In his mind though, he was taking that extra step to include you though, so fiancé of the year award to him…given by him. You honestly were happy that he was gone so that you could have a proper breakdown about everything. Just as you were going to give yourself to the throes of insanity, the door swung open. It seemed like there was no chance of him leaving you alone. To your surprise, he didn’t enter immediately, or grab the edge of the door with a few of his hands like he had the habit of doing. Why was he just lingering outside the door? Was he just listing to you, and trying to see if you were pulling anything? Then, even more to your surprise, someone else entirely walked into the room. It was a woman that looked to be a warrior of some kind. You didn’t care who she was, or what she did as long as she kept that door open long enough for you to leave with her. Even if you didn’t stay with her, all you needed to do was get away from this room and the man that owns it. “So, there is someone in here!” She seemed truly surprised. “That man from the gate told me that there was someone being held prisoner here when I first entered a few weeks ago, but I wasn’t able to get past that brute Godrick to check until now. Seems to be very protective of you.”

“Possessive.” You corrected, “But, there’s not much time to think about that now. We need to get out of here before he comes back!” You insisted and she seemed to agree, yet not so urgently. “While that is true, we don���t need to worry as there are a few others keeping an eye out for the lord of the castle. They will send an alarm if he-“

There was suddenly something that sounded somewhat like a firework. Someone that wasn’t listing for the difference would have probably thought that it was the birds at it again, but the two of you knew better. “Was that it?” You asked. “That was it.” She answered and got ready to battle. This was the last thing that she should do for multiple reasons, so you were quick to pull her away from the door and desperately look for somewhere to hide her. “No! If he finds you here then he’ll go even more crazy than he already is! I’ll never get out of here!” Quickly you shoved her into a wardrobe. “Are you sure this is the best idea?” She questioned and tried not to gag at the overwhelming stench of the cacophony of mixing and clashing dried herbs trying to keep pests away. “No, but it will have to do!” You cried in a hushed scream as you shoved her back in before rushing over to sit inconspicuously by the fireplace like you were always there. This time when the door creaked open, you did see the many hands grabbing onto it, like you were used to. As soon as Godrick entered the room, he had a look of suspicion about him. The first thing that he did was walk over to you.

“I was almost certain ‘twas closed when I left.” He didn’t have to specify what he was talking about, and you felt that if you tried to play it off like you didn’t notice then your new friend and you would be having some problems. “Yes, it…didn’t shut all the way. You were in so much of a hurry that the latch didn’t catch.” You hoped that worked. It didn’t seem to. His gaze narrowed. “And, thou made no efforts of escape?” You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Escape? Why would you think such a thing?” There was a hand placed on your shoulder, causing you to quickly add, “With the marriage, and all.” That really seemed to send some red flags up for him; of course you shouldn’t have acted too eager. The next mistake you made was to subconsciously glance at the wardrobe, which you tried to correct by looking in other directions too so it looked like you were just avoiding eye-contact, but the damage had already been done. “Ah, yes. We’ve much to plan for. Perhaps we shall start by finding something suitable for thee to wear.” You quickly reached out to grab his hands, well, a hand and the dragon snoot, to keep him from walking away from you.

“Wait! I-“ you realized how panicked you sounded and tried your best to compose yourself. “I wanted to- want to talk- well, rather ask- that is if you have the time-“ Your words came to a halt when the hand that was resting on your shoulder moved up to hold the side of your neck. “Why, thy nerves seems to be in a dither, pet. Perhaps, thou hast something hidden from thy lord?” He went to turn his head to look at wardrobe once more and your hand shot to stop him. He gave you a questioning look, and you realized the situation that you had gotten yourself in. There was really only one thing that you could do to dispel his suspicions and distract him from the open door at the same time. And, before you could think too much about it, you acted.

Godrick yelped out a sound of surprise when you hastily put your lips to his. And, he froze, not believing that someone- that you- were actually kissing him; rather, trying to, seeing as there wasn’t any participation on his part. After a few seconds you pulled away, and noticed the woman who came to help you was now half way to the door. Ironic that you ended up being the person that was helping her escape in the end. Thankfully, Godrick didn’t notice your glances this time, still being in a daze; perhaps more so, he noticed them, but the haze in his mind was causing him to register them as sheepish attempts to avoid him after what you just pulled. All, the same, you had to keep him here another few minutes to give that woman enough time to make a get away from the area until it was safe to come back; if she decided it was even worth it, that is. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” You tried to excuse yourself and pull away knowing that when you usually did it it drew his attention to you more. You were correct with your assumption, however, the exact result wasn’t something you could have predicted. Godrick’s hold was somehow more gentle, yet at the same time more solid. There wouldn’t even be a thought of trying to squirm out of it, no matter how much you wanted to.

“Was that what cased such trembling from thee?” He chuckled like he was totally unaffected, even though his face was as red as a rowa fruit. Before you could respond, he quickly brought your face back to his. The feeling of his overly chapped lips scraping across yours sent cringing chills down your spine. There was also the fact that, despite trying to make you think otherwise with his bravado, it seemed and felt like he did at all know what he was doing. When the agonizing ordeal was finally over, he started to make his way back to the door. “ ‘Twas supposed to be a short visit, yet look how thou hast distracted me from my duties!” He practically giggled like a giddy child. “I have much to attend to for the day. There has been talk of a few intruders in the castle, and seeing the door open caused me to think the worst had happened to thee.” Godrick explained in a more serious tone. You got the feeling that the, “worst,” that he was referring to was more along the lines of you leaving him rather than you getting hurt. “But, do not worry, pet. Thy lord shall make sure that thou’rt protected as he always does.” He gave a smile that most would find threatening, but you had become familiar enough with his face to know that it was meant to be endearing. And, with that he left once more.

It was about ten minutes later and you had thought that woman and whomever that friend of her’s that she talked about had left you for good. But, to your relief the door popped open again with some force behind it, so you knew that it was her forcing it ope again. This time she had with her a wizard of some kind if you were to go by the large, pointed hat, and good old Gostoc as well. “Oh, you actually came for me!” You exclaimed not able to hide the emotions bubbling up inside of you. “Of course I did. Certainly couldn’t have left you after I saw just how you were being treated.” She placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, “And, especially not after you helped me get out of here myself earlier. What you did took a special kind of courage that not many people could muster.” The woman shuddered when she thought back about what had happened. But, not wanting to risk taking too much time again, she pressed on. “My name is Nepheli Loux. This here is Rogier. When this gatekeeper told us about you we had to came and help.” At the mention of his name Rogier gave a slight bow and at the mention of the current mission, he have a nod. “Though I had planned on keeping myself rather out of the politics of Stormveil Castle and simply study, I was swayed by the conviction of the other two, and when Nepheli told me that the beast had plans to force you to marry him, that convinced me to help entirely.” The wizard explained further. Thought the other two didn’t looked pleased at the thought of Godrick forcing anyone to marry, there was an even darker tone to Gostoc’s face when the subject was brought up.

“There’s no time to talk of it now!” Gostoc hissed with his raspy breath acting up with his emotion. “We must leave immediately!” The other two agreed with a nod each and soon you were doing something that you had longed for for nearly half a year; you were being lead outside of the room. Though you somewhat wished to savor the first feeling of freedom you had from that hell, you were understandably being hurried along. It did you no good to be out if you waited around here for Godrick to find you again. The castle rushed by you in a blur as you were being lead quickly down halls, up stairs, through doors, and back down stairs again. Eventually, you were brought to an old, dusty storeroom. “You’re sure I’ll be safe here?” You questioned nervously, feeling like all of this was too good to be true. “Course you will. This wing if the castle’s been closed off for decades. If he does look for you it will be one of the last places.” Gostoc assured. “Though it might take some time to help you all the way out of here. This room is pretty far from the gate, and there’s an entire army out in the courtyard leading to it.” Nepheli sighed as she tried to plan. You weren’t sure where you were, so you couldn’t give anything that could help, even though you had been here for so long. If there was someone that knew where to go it would most likely be Gostoc.

“Right you are.” He agreed. “We’re much closer to the throne room over here.” That’s when it hit you in what to do. “We need to go to the throne room.” They all looked at you like you were crazy. “Are you certain?” Rogier questioned, “It seems like that would be one of the places that we would be most likely to find him.” While you knew this was the case, and the thought of him seeing you out of the room terrified you, you also knew it was one of, if not your only chance. “There’s a secret passage out of the room. It leads to a cellar with a small door outside.” You explained. Nepheli looked at Gostic. “Is this true?” She asked. “Well, there’s rumors of such a thing, but I haven’t been in the room long enough to see it with my own eyes. No one has.” He replied before turning to you. “Though, I suppose this one got in somehow, and not by the main gate nor my way as the two of you did.” Nepheli thought a moment. “There would be less guards between us and he throne room as well.” You cut in again, “And, if Godrick is looking for me in the rest of the castle, then it’s less likely that he’ll be there.” That seemed to be all that Nepheli needed to be convinced. “Then it’s settled. Rodgier and I will go clear a path to the throne room. You two stay here until one of us comes to get you.” She informed Gostoc and you before she and the wizard left.

Freedom was so close now, yet there was something that was yelling at you for the back of your mind that it wouldn’t be this easy.

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Godrick x reader 10(alternate ending)

By the time that you had made it to the courtyard before the throne room, you felt like you were about to collapse. It wasn’t like you got much in the way of physical activity while you were stuck in that room, so sprinting all the way across the castle was murder. There was something to be said for the endurance of Nepheli Loux as she had sprinted that distance to find you, and then practically carried you while sprinting it once again, and only seemed mildly worn from the effort. Before the door that lead to the yard there was a small room to the side. Rogier was hiding there as he waited for the two of you to get there. “Thank The Will you’re here!” He exclaimed before explaining why. “Godrick passed this way, and headed the opposite of where you just came from. Seems he wants to re-examine the rest of Stormveil before going to the closed wing. I just missed his view by jumping in here.” That was a wonderful stroke of luck and the three of you weren’t going to waste it. Without another thought to the matter, you all rushed into the courtyard and toward the throne room. You were already up the first few steps when something shot past you, in between Nepheli and yourself, causing her to have to dive out of the way and away from you.

You were completely frozen, and while frozen you were able to see what went flying past you; a medium sized battle axe was wedged firmly into the now broken stairs leading to the throne room. There was a terrible and almost inhuman roar that came from the entrance to the courtyard that was soon followed by the sounds of many limbs slamming against the ground in an animalistic sprint. You knew he had found you, and the others didn’t waste any time in fighting off his charge. Something that was a relief to you is that you knew that the people working in the castle had no love for their lord, so there most likely wouldn’t be anyone else you had to face aside from him, even if some nearby guards were to hear the commotion. You looked around for something that you could do to help, but seeing as you didn’t have any weapons or magical aids of any kind, you were helpless to do little more than watch the fight.

Nepheli and Rogier seemed to be holding their own against the enraged Godrick, but only just barely. If you were putting your memories together correctly, Nepheli seemed to do a pretty good job fighting him if she was indeed the one that made him resort to the dragon arm. But, even then, at least from Godrick’s side of the story, it ended in a stalemate where she had to eventually retreat. It seemed having the wizard here would have helped were this a normal fight with the Lord of Stormveil, but in the current situation it wasn’t much of a difference. Godrick was in a blind rage and had the adrenaline and raw power that came with it; not only because you were out of your room and trying to find a way out, but especially because you were with other people, something that he refused to let stand. He wouldn’t dare let you be around anyone that he had not carefully picked out because he didn’t need them filling your head with something other than what he has been carefully planting there for the time that he has had you. His case in point being that here you were with two strangers who were taking you away from him before you could be married.

The sounds of metal clashing and spells flying rang out through the air. Suddenly, Godrick slammed the largest of his battle axes in the ground, causing a shock wave to shoot out and crack the earth around it, sending the other two flying, and knocking you to the ground even with how far away you were. The second that he saw them knocked out of the way, Godrick charged at you. You could only assume that it was with the intent to sweep you away and keep you for himself once more, as you knew that crazed face of his well enough to see what almost looked like pleading with his madness. You went to scramble away from him, but there was something that wasn’t letting you; something that told you you shouldn’t fight him about this. Right before he reached you, both of you were surprised to see Nepheli already had herself back up and flung herself across the courtyard and back at Godrick. He growled and fended of the attack with a blast of fire from the dragon head. She was able to dodge out of the way, but Godrick followed up with a kick that knocked her sword from her hand; her sword that landed right in front of you.

You wasted no time grabbing the weapon and pointed it at him. When Godrick saw the sight he looked surprised, then angry, then betrayed. At this he focused on nothing else but you. “Pray, what art thou doing, pet?” He questioned in his overtly, sickly sweet voice that he used when you were in trouble with him and he was trying to ease you into his will. He took a step and your will resolved as your grip on the sword tightened. “Stay back!” You yelled as you took a step back from him. “Come now, be reasonable. Have I not protected thee? Cared for thee? Loved thee?” Your hold faltered, and he noted this. Seeing his opportunity, Godrick charged at you once more, and what followed happened in such a flash none of you were able to process it at first.

Godrick let out a surprised and slightly pained gasp when you pressed the blade of the sword to his throat. “Thou would not hurt me, my love.” He stated as one of his hands started to reach for the sword. You pressed it closer, silently warning him to stop. From the side of your vision, you saw Nepheli stand. Godrick noticed too, but you made sure to keep his attention. It seemed that there was something that was keeping you here. Perhaps yourself. Regardless of the reason, you were appreciative of the others for at least trying to get you out of here. But, now you knew, that you were supposed to be here; supposed to be with him, even if you didn’t quite comprehend it all. If you were supposed to leave, then wouldn’t fate have let you by now? It’s not like you hadn’t tried. And, after all, look at the effort he’s going to making sure he doesn’t lose you.

What you were doing right now was keeping his attention so that the other two could get away. It was the least you could do for them after they had helped you with something you thought you wanted. After all, the feeling of having Godrick this close to you was comforting; his gigantic form warm and shielding from the world around you. He seemed to notice your thoughts somehow as his gaze on you softened; losing himself in your eyes and not noticing the others making their way to the throne room, having caught onto what you were doing for them. After another few minutes of this stare down, the hand reaching for the sword earlier moved again, grabbing onto your hand that held the hilt.

“Let go, my pet.”

While this seemed to be about the sword outwardly, you both knew it was about much more than the weapon pressed to his throat. He told you to let go, and you did. The sword fell to the ground with a clang, and you followed it shortly after. This seemed to be what broken the spell that your eyes had over him as after you were down, he quickly looked around for his assailants, but they were long gone at this point. Not wanting to risk losing you again, Godrick was quick to dismiss them for the time, and scoop you from the ground. “There now. ‘Tis over now. We’ve had our squabble, now we will settle ourselves.” He soothed as he stroked your hair. As he did, there was the sound of someone quickly approaching the courtyard. You looked from where you were sobbing into Godrick’s chest to see Gostoc standing at the door. Knowing how to cover for himself well, he quickly bowed and rasped, “My lord. I had come to give a report on the search on the front end of the castle grounds, however I see they have been found.”

“Aye, as once more I find myself having to do things myself!” Godrick snapped as he started to carry you across the courtyard. “Now make thyself of use for once and start to tell the others to call off the search. All of you are to resume your regular duties.” Godrick was quick to shush you when he felt you tense at his harsh tone. “Now, now, be still, my love. ‘Tis not thee I am cross with. Thine was just a bad case of pre-marital nerves.” He tried to tease you at the end, wanting to see you smile. When that didn’t happen, he went to doting once more. “The day has been long and exhausting for both of us. We shall go and rest for the remainder of it. How does that appeal to thee?” To be honest, it actually sounded nice. There was too many things that could happen while you were out here alone. You doubted that anyone would try to help you now, even Gostoc. But, was that really all that bad? You would be the consort to a lord and be well looked after the rest of your life. Not to mention, there was something that seemed to keep drawing you to Godrick himself now.

You unconsciously snuggled closer to Godrick, and he practically melted at the action. “My love?” He called your attention as he lifted you closer to his face. You looked at him in response. He brushed some hair from your faced, before leaning down and giving you a small kiss, that grew into a deeper one as his hold on you, both physically and mentally, tightened. There was something in the way that you didn’t fight him, that you actually went willingly with the action that let him know he had finally achieved what he had been seeking for a long time now. You both knew you were here to stay. Finally breaking the kiss, he opened the door to your shared room, and after closing the door behind him, sitting on the bed, and wrapping you both in one of his cloaks, he whispered softly into your ear, “Welcome home.”