#harry wells fanfiction

[ageofstarkey]

soft glow ✰ m. riddle

summary: sleepy mornings with matthéo

pairing: bf!matthéo x reader

warnings: slightly suggestive at the end, but nothing really other than that!! just tooth rotting fluff n théo who’s soft for u and no one else!! :’))

note: hi!! i’m not sure how i feel about this one but i still think it’s a lil tiny bit cute so i’m posting!! feel free to send in requests!!

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comments & reblogs are so appreciated! <3

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when you wake up, matthéo’s bedroom is warm with the soft glow of morning. golden rays of sunlight peek stubbornly through his drapes, and soft white noise filters steadily in through the window.

as you slowly come to, you begin to register the familiar sensation of matthéo’s touch. his calloused fingers glide almost curiously across your face; carefully tracing each curve and dip, as if to memorize your every detail.

with a soft hum, you finally blink open your eyes - squinting into the sunlight. you roll towards matthéo with a yawn, offering him a sleepy smile. “hi”

matthéo grins, smoothing a mess of tangled hair away from your face. “hi, darling.” his voice is raspy and painfully fond - and your heart aches pleasantly behind your ribcage. his hand slides casually to the back of your neck, and you quietly hope that your cheeks aren’t as red as they feel. “how’d you sleep?”

“me? oh - i slept terribly” you’re aiming for deadpan in a desperate attempt to play it cool, but you wear a giddy little grin that almost certainly gives you away. “worst sleep of my life.”

“oh yeah?”

you nod with all the conviction you can muster - which admittedly isn’t much. “mhmm” with a little stretch, you’re leaning upwards to kiss his cheek. “you snore louder than my granddad.”

matthéo scoffs in mock offence, fingers poking teasingly at your side. “‘s that so?”

you nod once more, trying desperately to stifle a giggle. matthéo’s teasing is relentless, and you squirm clumsily away from his prodding fingers. in the end - it doesn’t take long for you to give in. “okay! okay - fine!” you laugh breathlessly. “you don’t snore and i had the best sleep of my life. is that what you wanted to hear?”

“yes actually. because you on the other hand - you do snore and it’s really quite loud - sort of like-”

“matthéo!” he’s being mean on purpose and you pretend to hate it. “i do not snore!”

“okay but how do you know you don’t snore, hm? i mean - if you’re asleep when it happens…” he tugs you towards his bare chest, one arm wrapped firmly around your back. “you wouldn’t really know, would you?” he punctuates his words with a soft kiss to your forehead, and you all but melt into his gentle embrace.

“i hate you.” with your face smushed against matthéo’s chest, your words come out awkward and muffled. “like - i really, really can’t stand you sometimes.”

he tugs you impossibly closer with a pleased laugh. “don’t lie, sweetheart”

“i’m not lying!”

he tilts your head upwards before slowly kissing your lips. you feel warm all over, and you chase him with a quiet whine when he pulls away. “if you really hate me, why were you screaming m-”

“you’re so awful!”

[dreamingofmarauders]

You Belong With Me

James Potter x Reader

Summary: In which despite having rejected you, James feels the uttermost jealousy of someone else being near you

Warnings: Jealousy, rejection, angry/a bit possessive James Potter, regret, arguing, cussing, crying (Let me know if I missed anything)

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: I honestly don’t even know what I was thinking then, but this idea just randomly hit me so here it is lol. Hope you enjoy! ❤️

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

James tightened his hold on his glass of Firewhiskey, his gaze piercing dangerously as he watched you get too close with another guy. He clenched his jaw, downing his drink in one go before he tossed the glass back on the table, rage filling his whole being.

He had no right to feel like this. After all, he was supposed to be in love with Lily, not you. At least, that's what he kept trying to tell himself but as he watched you drape your arms around a Slytherin, both swaying to the music, he felt nothing but pure hatred for the male and absolute jealousy.

You should be in James' arms, not his.

James clenched his jaw, shutting his eyes as he inwardly groaned, as it came back to him once again, the memory so vivid it was as if the young Potter was reliving it once again.

You and James leaned against the railing of the Astronomy Tower, your eyes fixated upon the captivating night sky. You turned your head to look at the hazel eyed beside you, who gazed up at the twinkling stars with a soft smile sitting upon his lips. You and James had been best friends since you were children and your bond only deepened during the many years you spent together at Hogwarts. It was a weekly tradition for the two of you to stargaze together.

Your heart fluttered at the content expression on James' face, nothing but adoration in your eyes for him. Over the years, you didn't realize when but you had fallen for your best friend.

You were in love with James Potter.

However you kept that secret locked away in your heart, knowing James had been chasing after the redhead, Lily Evans, since you all were eleven.

Now as you admired James, the ways his lips curved or the twinkle in his hazel eyes, or his always messy black locks, or the way a dimple appeared whenever he smiled, the words slipped past your lips before you could stop them.

"I love you."

Your eyes widened with horror as James' rounded at that as well, turning to look at you in surprise.

You had mentioned many times how much you loved him but what caught James off guard this time was the way you spoke the words, the emotion behind them indicating a whole other meaning, a confession of you being in love with him.

"What?" He breathed out.

You sighed, knowing it was useless to deny it.

"I am in love with you, James."

"No." James uttered out in horror, taking a step back, causing a crack to form in your heart. "You can't be in love with me. I-I only love Lily."

Despite knowing the truth, your heart still shattered at the words that passed his lips, your eyes brimming up with tears.

Why had you even dared to hope he may reciprocate your feelings?

"I love Lily, Y/n. I could never love you." He said, as the tears slid down your cheeks. "I'm sorry." And with that James spun on his heels and hurried away, leaving you to stare after him, utterly heartbroken.

You had destroyed your own relationship with James, severing off the threads that had bonded the two of you together since forever.

You angrily wiped your face.

Why did every force in the universe always have to work against you?

The two of you haven't spoken since. James seethed as he watched Rosier pull you closer, but what really ticked him off was that your gaze had connected with his, and he knew that you knew what James was really feeling as you observed his very red face, before you inched your face closer to the Slytherin's.

That was the final straw for James Potter.

He immediately took a step in your direction but a hand latched onto his arm, rooting him to the spot.

"Mate, calm down."

James' furious gaze flickered to see who had dared to stop him, his eyes finding the silvery grey irises of his best friend.

Sirius knew exactly what had transpired, all the Marauders did. After all, you had been a fifth of their group, and your absence had impacted them all.

"Prongs, you need to calm down." Sirius instructed again, carefully analyzing James' facial expression.

This only angered the young Potter.

"Stay out of this, Black." He spat out and shrugged off Sirius' hand, ignoring his friend's protests.

James strutted over to you with nothing but fury and jealousy blinding him. When he reached you and Rosier, he shoved the Slytherin back, who shot the Gryffindor a death glare, grabbed your wrist and dragged you through the crowd of bustling and dancing teenagers, ignoring your protests. He finally dropped his hand from you when the two of you were in the silent corridor outside the Gryffndor common room.

You glared at James, who was staring back at you intensely, his jaw clenched.

"What the fuck, Potter?!" You yelled.

"What the fuck were you doing with that Rosier?! You were doing it on purpose!" James retorted back, silencing you for a mere moment before your face hardened.

"I can do whatever the hell I want, Potter, you have absolutely no right over my life!" You screamed at him, throwing your hands up in anger. "You told me you don't love me, you pushed me away, so how in the world do you get to decide what I can do and whom I can be with?! Why does it bother you so much?!" You shrieked at him.

However the next second, your back was pressed against the cold stone wall as James closed the distance between the two of you, caging you in his arms as his lips pressed to yours. You tried to resist, knowing this wouldn't end well, but the feel of him on you ignited a fire that yearned for more and your hands slithered to lock behind his neck, as you both poured out all your emotions into the kiss.

When the need for oxygen became great, the two of you pulled away, James placing his forehead against yours, as the both of you panted.

"This isn't fair to me, James." You breathed out, your eyes brimming once again. "You can't say you want Lily but then not let me live my life either." A tear slid down your cheek as your voice became heavy with emotion.

James lifted his head back, raising his hand to softly brush away your tears, placing a kiss on both of your cheeks before he peered into your y/e/c eyes, his gaze so intense that it seemed he was looking right into your soul.

"I am so sorry, love. I was wrong. I kept telling myself that it's Lily, but," He shook his head rather vigorously, "I've missed you more than ever since that day. My heart keeps calling out to you and I tried to push it down, but seeing you with another made me fully realize that there is no one else I would rather have than you." He confessed, placing his hand on your cheek, relishing in the way you leaned into his touch.

He continued, whilst lovingly caressing your cheek.

"My life is colorless and dull without you, y/n/n. I want you, darling. I... I love you." James uttered out, watching your face flood with astonishment, noticing the way you had stilled in his hold. Knowing he couldn't lose your attention, he went on, "I know I was an absolute jerk to you that day and today, but I promise you my love, if you give me the chance, I will spend the rest of my life, spend each day proving to you how much I really do care for you." James professed, his heart pounding heavily as he awaited your response.

You stared at him in complete shock, eyes round, making James afraid that he had truly lost you for good. However, a rush of relief flooded James' body when your beautiful lips slowly curved up into a tiny smile.

"I'll give you one chance, Jamie, just one."

The biggest smile you had ever seen graced James' face at your answer, and he cupped both your cheeks, "Thank you! Thank you!" He lifted you off the floor, spinning you around before he gracefully set you back on your feet, his arms going to settle around your waist. "I promise you that you will not regret this, darling."

And James Potter lived up to his promise, as each day after that, he made sure to show you how much he truly did love you, and Merlin were you above the clouds to have landed the man of your dreams, disbelief still clawing at you from time to time that James Potter loved you back just as much as you loved him.

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[irenespring]

One month until the election...holy shit.

Okay, I'm just going to point out that Project 2025 proposes a sweeping ban of "pornography." So if you write or read smutty fanfiction, or want to protect access to sites like AO3 in general, vote for Harris.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 27 - Candle

@wolfstarmicrofic October 27, word count 381

Remus squinted at the pages of his book. He only had a few more pages left of his chapter, but his candle had burnt so low it was barely illuminating the words any more. But he needed to finish the chapter. 

The candle was almost out, and he still had four pages left. He held his book as close as he dared to the sputtering candle when it went out. 

“Bugger,” He grumbled as he pulled out his wand. He could probably get away with it if he kept under the covers. 

“Don’t you dare, Moony,” Sirius's voice spoke softly in the darkness of the dorm room. “No Lumos, that was the deal. It’s too bright, even under your covers.” Remus put his wand back down, gutted that he couldn’t finish the chapter. 

Feet padded across the floor, and Sirius jumped into his bed, holding up his candle. “Here, finished your chapter, you nutter,” Remus grinned and stuck it in his candleholder, illuminating his bed again. 

“Thanks, Padfoot,” Remus grinned as he picked his book up again. Sirius yawned and laid himself down next to Remus. Sirius tended to crawl into bed with James when he couldn’t sleep, but on rare occasions, he chose Remus, mainly when he couldn’t be bothered walking the short distance back to his bed. Either way, Remus felt honoured when he did. 

Remus quickly finished the last few pages, and of course, it ended on a cliffhanger. He flipped to the next page, and just as he was about to start the next chapter, Sirius’s hand shot up and took the book. 

“Oh no, you don’t. It’s sleeping time now; you can read the rest tomorrow.” He picked up Remus’s bookmark off the bedside table and put it between the pages, so Remus wouldn’t lose his place before he blew out the candle. Remus rolled his eyes but wiggled down so he was lying next to Sirius. The bed wasn’t really big enough for the pair of them, but Sirius always found a way to fit. He flung his left arm and leg over Remus’s body and snuggled in tight. Remus kissed the top of his head and wrapped his arms around his best friend. Sirius sighed and snuggled impossibly closer as they both fell asleep.  

[coffinwoodx]

i implore everyone to read Kim Kitsuragi’s Book Report by TwiExMachina on ao3 it is one of the FUNNIEST FICS i’ve ever read it left me REELING from how hard i was laughing. it’s amazingly well characterized like i could 100% see it fitting into actual Disco Elysium gameplay i just cannot stress this enough. it was so good so..

i recommend it :>

it’s based on another fic about Harry writing a self-insert Dick Mullen erotica featuring everyone’s favorite lieutenant. essentially, Kim finds it and confronts Harry

[watermelonsugacry]

Little Freddie going with Louis to 1dbandmate!y/n concert for her tour and having a sign for her then seeing her after the show when she comes of stage and gives her the biggest hug and she’s so happy to see him 🥹

umm...YES 🥹

When she first gets risen on stage with her four back up dancers, posed and looking as elegant as ever in her iconic pink, glittery outfit. She looks out to the sea of fans filling up the stadium with their excited screams and lights on their phones. A cocky smile sits comfortably on her face, her eyes bouncing all over the crowd until they land on a little blonde lad with Louis's face.

Sat on his father's shoulders, Freddie's little arms hold up a sign above his head that has Hi Auntie YN! messily written on it with different colored markers.

Her smug look instantly turns into a surprised, loving one. In the little designated spot for family and friends at the side of the pit, she's pleasantly surprised to see that alongside her usual ensemble of her husband and her manager, Louis and her godson are there as well.

Harry knows how much the Tomlinsons mean to YN; aside from her wonderful stepmum, they were the family she needed when she had none growing up. So why not have her childhood best friend and godson be flown out for a surprise visit?

As she struts alongside her dancers, she returns the excited wave his little hand gives before hitting her first dance move for her opening song, Woman.

Throughout the whole night, fans can't miss the way YN keeps glancing back to where Freddie dances, jumping up and down with his arms raised in the air to the music she plays. But the audience doesn't mind that her attention drifts elsewhere given the way she has the happiest look on her face when she goes to the edge of the stage close to where he's at, jumping along with him.

Later on in the show as YN situates herself to sit down in front of the pit, sitting prettily on her thigh and leaning on her hand, she points over to her godson with a bright smile, "This one is for you, little lad!"

She giggles when he sees his little fists shoot up in the air, his mouth forming an "O" as he hollers not only at the recognition and song dedication, but when the beginning beats of R.E.M. begin to play--his favorite song of hers.

But nothing can compare to when after the show is done and YN goes into her green room. She hears her name first, and then she's quickly squatting down to be engulfed in a bone crushing hug. Freddie digs his little face in the crook of her neck, his arms encircling her neck so tight that it's like if he would left go, she would disappear.

Off to the side, Louis and Harry look onto the encounter with fond smiles. Ever since Freddie was born, YN has been attached to his side anytime she could. It made things easier when Louis' baby momma made a somewhat friendship with the pop star after YN had extended a generous offer to provide anything the new mom might need, before and after the baby. Brianna saw how YN's love for the child was genuine, how much she cared for the tiny baby swaddled in her arms.

In turn, anyone can see the love and admiration Freddie has towards YN. When he was still a baby and cried every hour of the day, he would magically stop and coo once he was in her arms. He would smile a toothless smile at the sound of her soft singing and would almost immediately fall asleep afterwards.

She spoils the child to no end, anything he wants is his. Just last Christmas, she gifted him yet another electric guitar and he did a impromptu performance with it, strumming it messily to showcase what he's learned so far.

She plays toy cars with him, facetimes him whenever she can, and she's never missed one of his birthdays.

Freddie loves her with all of the love his little heart can muster and quite frankly, he thinks she's the coolest person on the planet.

Time spent with him has decreased significantly since she's been on tour for almost two years now. She's missed him dearly and it warms her heart that he's finally in her arms. Even with the distance, their bond is still as strong as ever.

"Freddie," She lets out a playful groan as she stands back up, cradling his kola grip on her. "Yeh gotta stop growing mate or else I won't be able to carry you anymore."

"I can't control it!" The little boy laughs.

"You have to," She playful argues. "Yeh have to stay my baby forever. And ever and ever and ever..." She trails into his cheek before she smothers his face in kisses, making him break out into boyish giggles.

It's not long before she throws a smile at her other surprise guest for the night, "Hi, Louis."

"Hiya, love." Louis greets, kissing YN's cheek and giving her a hug the best he can while his son still clings to her. "S'good to see you, babe. This little guy hasn't stopped talking about how excited he was to see you."

"Yeah?" YN pulls back to look at the little boy's face, a smile that's identical to his father's when he was younger. She almost cries right then and there when Freddie leans in to press a gentle kiss to the center of her cheek. "I can say the same if I knew you lads were coming."

"It was Harry's idea to surprise you." Louis claps a hand over his old band mate's shoulder.

No words need to leave her lips because the look she gives to her husband is enough to express her gratitude. Harry gives her a quick peck on the lips, praising her on her performance for tonight.

"Don't think I'ma ever gonna to get used to that." Louis sighs, making the couple chuckle. It's only as if were yesterday that they were all touring together, Louis off on the sidelines as he watched these two secretly pine over the other during their time in the band. It's still crazy to see that now his old band mates who were forced to be apart now married and happier than ever.

"Did yeh want to show yeh aunt the sign you made her?" Louis ask rubbing his son's back.

"Oh yeah! Uncle Harry." Freddie wiggles out of YN's arms and goes over to his godfather who holds his sign.

YN gasps when the sign is presented to her. From her spot on the stage, she could only make out the big lettering, but now up close, she can see the little stickers, doodles of microphones and guitars, and other little writings he added: You're the best! You rock! I <3 YOU!

"Did you make this all by yehself?" She gasps. Freddie nods excitingly and she listens intently to all of his explanations for each doodle and sticker. After a while, YN explains how she's off to take a quick shower, get out of her performance outfit and into some more comfortable clothing with a promise of everyone going out for ice cream afterwards.

Now dressed in shorts and a hoodie, YN holds Freddie's hand while her other holds her gifted sign. They talk amongst themselves as the two men trail behind--their security surrounding them as they escort the group down the huge parking structure and towards a black Range Rover.

"She's going to great mum someday, huh?" Louis nods over to YN, who's now skipping along with his giggling son.

"I don't doubt it for a second." Harry agrees with so much love in his eyes. Louis sees it and a smirk tugs at his lips.

"Could that 'someday' be any time soon?"

The topic of having kids has only come up once or twice between the couple. Subconsciously, they both knew that they haven't been in a place to have a baby given that they've been on tour for a little over two years now; tour has been their baby.

But that doesn't mean the thought hasn't crossed their minds for the future.

It's not like Harry hasn't thought about a little him running around their living room. The boy's dimples digging into his cheeks like his father's as he laughs after YN finally catches him and smothers his face in kisses. Or for YN, the image of Harry holding his baby girl to his bare chest, rocking softly in a chair to get her to go to sleep. His hand coming up to brush away the curls on top of her head that she inherited from both of her parents.

The thought of starting a family excites Harry. He might not know it in this moment, but it does for YN, too. To have a family of her own, to provide the love and care to a child that she never received from either of her biological parents, is something she eternally hoped for since she was still living in her run-down home in Doncaster. And she knows with all of her heart, that Harry will make the best dad in the world.

Their kids will not go a day without being told and shown that they are loved.

Now with their world tours coming to an end, who knows what their future holds?

"Who knows." Harry chuckles, deciding that to be his answer for the time being.

But he does know one thing for sure: YN will make a great mum to his children someday.

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“Well, even if we went through with it, it wouldn’t work. But thanks for the grand heroic rushing in. A certain element of purity is needed to break it." Malfoy licks his lips, "You’d have to be a virgin.”

Harry keeps every muscle on his face particularly still, hoping it looks to Malfoy as absolutely blank as it feels to him. Half a minute passes.

“No,” Malfoy, already doing a poor job of sitting normally on his chair, bends in half, nearly falling out of it. He’s laughing. “No, Potter, no. No- don’t- you’re twenty-five years old!”

“And?” Harry asks, heat staining his face.

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Malfoy has a problem, Harry wants to help.

read it on ao3

[imsiriuslyreading]

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[sarawritestories]

Hello friends! We are so close to 1000 friends on here! That is truly insane to me! Once we reach it I figured we could all Celebrate! Every day I will be posting a new story!! I will be posting various stories from various fandoms, to show how much I love you all!

In all seriousness, I was happy to have one person read my stories. To know that there are so many of you who like, comment, DM, Ask, and Reblog anything I post means more than I can express in words without making me want to cry. So I will just say thank you! in the form of giving you more stories! Please feel free to comment and tell me which one you're looking forward to!

All My Love,

Sara 💙💙

Dividers by @saradika

Unwavering Presence Chapter 13

Summary: Cassian has been living in his guilt for a week. But with some help of his girl's Twin he knows just what to do and hope that its not too late!

Release date: Posted

Keep Quiet Ruhn Danaan X Hunt's Sister Reader{SMUT}

Summary: You and Ruhn are having an intimate moment when your older brother calls your boyfriend. And Ruhn asks you to stay quiet.

Release Date: Posted

A Dragon Without its Rider is a Tragedy... {Angst} Xaden Riorson X Reader

Summary: Xaden and you are on a mission where everything goes wrong.

Release Date: Posted

Unwavering Presence: Chapter 14 Part 1

Summary To Come

Release Date: Posted

Obey Eris Vanserra X fem Reader {SMUT}

Summary: You and Eris find your own entertainment at a party you were both forced to be at.

Release Date: posted

Enchanted (All Too Well Chapter 2)

Summary: To come

Release Date: 5/4

Celebrate Harry Wells X Reader

Summary: You and Barry return from a tough battle and Cisco insists everyone celebrates. You break away to find a certain scientist from Earth-2.

Release Date: 5/5

[luisaenvypubs]

COVER OF FIC: ALL TOO WELL BY LUISAENVYPUB ARTIST IS BOOMDAFUNK , Please don't alter image always share the artist! <3

All Too Well - Chapter 1 - LuisaEnvyPub - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]

[hsdiaries]

Eight Count;

A Short Story — Eight Chapters.

Will be on wattpad here.

Harry Styles is the best underground boxer at Birmingham's yet still struggling to make a living.

Emilia Park is a nurse with her life in perfect order, shaped in every aspect to her personal appeal.

Each carry the wounds and trauma of their parent's addiction, each with their own approach on how to escape it.

Their close living quarters move them into even closer proximity when Emilia's apartment becomes Harry's place of safety. Together, they face the truth of their broken reality learning to accept each other and push each other into something greater than themselves.

26. ICU Nurse. Lives like the world is planned out to her convenience.

26. Underground Boxer. Lives life not knowing how he will get by tomorrow.

• chapter one

• chapter two

• chapter three

• chapter four

• chapter five

• chapter six

[dreamingofmarauders]

You Know You Can't Stay Mad At Me

Sirius Black x Fem!Potter!Reader

Summary: In which Y/n gets mad at Sirius after he gets the both of them kicked out from the library

Warnings: Use of Y/n but that's about it I think, it's mainly fluff

A/N: So I've decided I'm going to rewrite my HP Character x OC oneshots from Wattpad, into x reader fics just so I have something to post, as life has gotten busier and I don't really have that much time to write anymore unfortunately. I hope you all enjoy it! <3

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"Sirius, please stop tapping your foot." Y/n said with a tight-lipped smile to her boyfriend, who was sitting directly across from her, not having even touched his book. 

He gave an annoyed look in return, "Why can't we go do something else?" 

Y/n sighed in frustration, looking up from her Potions essay once more, "Sirius Orion Black! If you don't want to work, fine! By all means leave, but I'm not letting my grade drop down thanks to you!" The y/h/c haired hissed, before shaking her head and scratching away at her parchment with her quill. 

"You're already one of the best students like Remus and Evans! What will one bad mark do?!"

Y/n ignored the remark and continued working. Sirius only watched his girlfriend with a smirk. He leaned back on his chair, and went just a bit far for the chair lost balance and toppled back, gaining a yelp from the grey eyed boy. Y/n immediately stood up and went across the table to find Sirius sprawled on the floor, a mischievous smile on his lips. The concern on Y/n's face faded away. 

"What are you doing in here?!" Madam Pince, the librarian came around the corner with an angered expression visible upon her face. "BLACK, POTTER OUT!" 

Y/n stuttered, "B-But I didn't even do anything!" 

"OUT THE BOTH OF YOU!" 

Grumbling, Y/n gathered her belongings while Sirius grabbed his book. Y/n knew he did that on purpose, his smirk gave it all away. Mad at the Black heir, she walked out of the library without a glance back, her bag slung onto her shoulder. Footsteps caught up to her, and before she knew it her bag was pulled off her shoulder, dropped onto the ground, while she was pressed up against the wall. 

Y/n merely crossed her arms, glaring daggers at Sirius, who had one hand pinned onto the wall, while the other was around the young Potter's waist. 

"Oh come on, y/n/n, we both know you aren't really mad." He said, his breath fanning on the girl's face. She tore away her gaze and attempted to wiggle herself out of his grip, but Sirius only pulled her closer, their bodies touching. 

He slightly chuckled, "You know you can't resist me." He whispered into her ear, and Y/n found herself giving in but she wouldn't. Sirius looked back into her y/e/c eyes, knowing he was winning. 

"I have work to do so let me go, and you can't always get out of trouble by giving me those puppy eyes." She huffed. Sirius' eyes lit up even more mischievously and he moved forward to brush his lips against hers, and Y/n felt weak in the knees. 

"Come on, love, you know you can't stay mad at me. " He said, whispering into her ear once again, sending shivers down her spine. His hand moved ever so gently up and down her waist, only causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. 

That did it. 

"I hate you." She said before yanking him by the collar and locking their lips. Sirius smiled into the kiss. 

"Says they should be here- AAH! MY EYES!" 

The pair broke apart, only to find James and Remus standing not too far away. Remus, pink in the face and his gaze on his shoes as if they were the most interesting sight he'd ever seen. James, on the other hand, had his hands placed overtop his eyes, his glasses overtop, making him look bizarre. A parchment laid on the ground in front of the pair. 

Sirius groaned, "Prongs, you idiot." 

Y/n slightly laughed at the expressions of her twin and brother in everything but blood. "You can look now, Jamie." 

Remus moved his head up, while James peeked from between his fingers before removing his hands. 

"I've been scarred for life! My baby sister and my best mate, snogging!" He pretended to throw up, earning eye rolls from the other three. 

"As if you haven't seen us before." Y/n commented, picking up her bag and wrapping her arms around her boyfriend's. 

"Prongs, be a deer and leave before I beat you up." 

James gave Sirius a non-amusing look and bent down to pick up the Marauder's Map he'd dropped earlier in his haste. The group began walking towards the Great Hall seeing it was almost dinnertime.

"So, Y/n, done that essay?" Remus asked.

Y/n's brows furrowed together, a slight frown on her lips. "I would have if someone hadn't gotten us both kicked out." She said, looking at her boyfriend with narrowed eyes. 

He grinned, "You know you love me!" 

A smile made its way onto Y/n's lips, "How I ever fell in love with an idiot like you is still astonishing." Her eyes moved towards her brother, leading the group, "But then again, maybe it isn't so surprising since I've been living with an idiot known as my brother my entire life." 

"Hey!" 

The other three burst out laughing while James stood there looking at the three with a pout. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[mcbenson25]

I Have Something For You (Eobard Thawne X Reader)

A/N: Helloooooo. Here's a little one-shot that didn't make it into More Than He Bargained For that I thought you would all enjoy!

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"I have to go out of town for a couple of days," Eobard reluctantly informed you, his expression softening as he looked down at your pouting face. "What? Why?" you protested, your eyes searching his for an explanation.

Eobard couldn't resist the charm of your pout; it made him feel guilty about leaving you. A warm smile graced his lips as he reassured you, "I have to do this thing for work, but I'll be back before you know it."

"Impossible," you countered, pressing a quick, affectionate kiss on his lips before snuggling closer to him. "I always hate when you aren't here."

He sighed, his gaze fixed on you. He wished he could freeze this moment, capture it in eternity. You and him…happy, lovers. You made the stagnant existence in this time period bearable. "Why can't you take me with you?" you asked, breaking him out of his thoughts.

"You know I can't," he replied, his voice filled with a touch of regret.

You groaned in response, not happy but acceptingly. "Alright."

A comfortable silence enveloped the room as the television droned on in the background, providing background noise with its latest stock market analysis.

"I have something for you," Eobard suddenly broke the silence, his voice infused with anticipation.

Your eyes lit up, and you sat up eagerly, a smile tugging at your lips. "Oh? What is it?"

"We have to go outside, though," he teased, pressing a tender kiss on your lips. "Meet me outside," he said, his voice carrying a hint of excitement.

You giggled as you watched him almost trip on his way to your shared bedroom, his playful smile and wink leaving you with a sense of curiosity. Grabbing your shoes, you headed outside to join him.

Eobard's house was a cozy haven, nestled alongside the lake bordering Central City. The backyard was a sight to behold, with towering, lush trees adorned with delicate jar lights. A beautiful garden with a meandering stone path guided you towards the shimmering lake. From this vantage point, you could also see the dazzling cityscape, adding to the enchantment of your little piece of heaven.

"It's beautiful."

You turned around and found Eobard standing beside you, a gentle smile playing on his lips. Your heart fluttered at the sight of him. "It is," you replied, unable to contain your joy.

"Oh, I wasn't talking about the view," he sweetly retorted, his gaze filled with affection.

You couldn't help but grin, feeling the warmth spread across your cheeks.

"Before I go, I wanted to give you something, but first, I have to ask you something," Eobard began, his voice laced with nerves.

Curiosity ignited within you. "Okay," you responded, your voice soft and filled with anticipation.

He took a deep breath, his hand trembling slightly as it ran through his hair. "Is everything okay?" you asked, concern creeping into your voice.

"Yes! Yes, I just—" he stammered, his eyes meeting yours before he finally gathered his composure. Stepping forward, his voice regained strength. "Will you marry me?"

You stood frozen, unable to process the question at first.

Did he just...?

Oh my goodness..

He just asked me to marry him

"Yes, of course!" you squealed with delight as he kissed you passionately, sealing the moment. As you pulled apart, your eyes glanced down and spotted a dazzling diamond ring with your beloved gemstone nestled in the center.

Overwhelmed with joy, you looked up at him and said, "I love you."

A radiant smile graced his face as he replied, "I love you too."

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Prompt 28 - Coach

@wolfstarmicrofic August 28, word count 433

“Okay Harry, ease up on your descent. Perfect! Well done!” Sirius cheered Harry on. He was only six, but already he was flying loops around the rest of the Weasley kids. “Alright George, Fred, I’m releasing a bludger, be careful of the little ones!” He warned, flicking the release on the rattling bludger ball. It shot into the air and straight for Ginny, who had the quaffle. Fred shot in front of her and hit the bludger across the pitch. “Excellent Fred. Right Ginny, let’s see you get the quaffle past Bill.” He watched as the tiny five-year-old slowly headed towards the goal on her first broomstick. She wobbled a bit but lined up her shot and threw it. Bill kindly flew to the wrong hoop and Ginny scored. She squealed with joy and turned to look at Sirius. 

“Did you see Uncle Sirius?!” She shouted excitedly. 

“Yes, I did. Well done Ginny!” he beamed at her.

“YAY!” Harry whooped as he swooped past Sirius, his little hand clutching the snitch. A disgruntled Charlie landed next to him. 

“Is that thing rigged for him to catch it or am I actually losing to a six-year-old?” He asked grumpily. 

“Charlie my little mischief-maker, you are actually losing to a six-year-old,” He chuckled fondly, ruffling Charlie’s hair. The redhead shook his head and got back on his broom to circle high above. 

“How’s it going, coach?” Remus whispered in his ear, making him jump. He hadn’t heard him approaching. 

“Oh, just fine. I think in a few years we might have an actual legit quidditch team here,” He looked out at the Weasley kids and Harry. Bill now had Ron in goal and was telling him what to do as Ginny came nearer with the quaffle raised. But he missed what happened next because Harry came shooting over on his broom, jumped off it mid-flight, hung on to it with one hand and let his momentum carry him into Sirius’s waiting hands. “You’ll be the death of me, Harry James Potter,” He yelped as he pulled his godson in close. The little boy just giggled.

“Hi Uncle Moony,” He waved at Remus. 

“Hello, Harry. Are you annoying Charlie again?”

“Yes!” Harry replied with a wicked grin. He wiggled in Sirius’s arms to be put down, hopped on his broom and shot off again.

Remus stood behind Sirius, wrapped his arms around his waist and rested his chin on the top of Sirius’s head. Sirius sighed happily as they watched the seven children racing around the field behind the Burrow having the time of their lives. 

[coffinwoodx]

in desperate need of a fic where kim and the skills talk. like where harry introduces kim to the skills or something like that i just really want them to interact directly 😭😭

an excellent example i read recently is GOOD MORNING VOYEUR ACCIDENT by mlemlo in the first chapter. it was very brief but harry directly names one of the furies when talking to kim and it reacts in his head

it made me so happy and i really want to read more about this so anyone please 😭🙏 recs needed

[isalisewrites]

Fem!Tomarry

I blame ya both. @monsieurclavier and @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger You're responsible for this. Seducing me with lesbian Tomarry and sexy ladies. *shaking my head*

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The rhythmic drips were a requiem of damned.

Scales glittered in the dull light of the expansive chamber; a guardian to her queen, the great basilisk coiled around a runic diagram, where a steaming cauldron simmered in the center with bubbling black liquid. Tom took a step back away from it and rolled down her dress shirt sleeves, revealing unmarred pale skin in the dim light. She opened the waistcoat of her uniform and unbuttoned her shirt, opening it enough to reveal the upper part of her breasts.

Next… she needed a bit of blood.

Well, a lot of it.

Her eyes were drawn to the sniveling, sobbing girl that lay a few feet away. The girl stared up at her from behind pitifully ugly glasses, wrists bound behind her back with conjured rope, and a gag shoved in her mouth. She thrashed on the ground, her screams muffled, and then sagged, her chest fluttering with her gasps. 

“It’s a shame,” whispered Tom, her voice light and lyrical as she took a step forward. The bound girl hiccuped and sobbed in terror. She could almost taste it in the air. “You really shouldn’t snoop into other people’s business. Bad things might happen when you do.”

The girl wailed behind her gag.

“But it’s all right,” said Tom; her gentle tone was a dark constant to the gleaming knife she held in her hand. She stepped closer and knelt in front of her. The girl screamed some more, her glasses askew. “This will hurt, quite a bit. And when I’m done, I’m going to kill you.”

Tom smiled at the renewed sobs. She put a hand onto the girl’s shoulder and shoved her face down. The girl screamed again, legs kicking, body thrashing wildly, but Tom straddled the back of her thighs and grabbed her tied wrists. A lock of her short hair hung a few inches from her face as she hunched over the girl’s prone form. With a light caress, the knife brushed against the girl’s forearm.

It sliced through flesh with ridiculous ease, red blood blooming to life at the seam.

High pitched screams echoed through the Chamber of Secrets.

“There, there,” murmured Tom, but she couldn’t be heard over the cries. She dipped her fingers into the cut, coating them in blood. “Your blood is important to me. I shan’t waste a drop of it.” Tom painted runes, one by one, her right forearm. Though her runes weren’t drawn as steady, she did the same for her left forearm. Tom pried the cut open a little more, briefly jostled by the girl kicking in furious sobs of terror, and dipped her fingers with more warm blood. She drew another set of runes over her breasts and her heart. As she painted the final runes on her cheeks and forehead, she whispered, “Almost done now.”

Tom forced the girl onto her back. The girl continued to weep, but the life had been drained from her. Tom stood up and looked at herself, doubling checking the runes.

“I’m ready,” said Tom softly in parseltongue, a well of excitement bubbling up inside her. Scales slithered against the ground as the basilisk moved towards the lone girl on the ground. Tom lifted the diadem of Ravenclaw and gazed down at the girl. “Myrtle, you’ve been so good for me.” The girl let out a wretched sniffle. “Really, you’ve been a delight. But, sadly, this is where we part ways.”

Tom’s smile cut through the darkness.

“Kill her.”

“As you wish, Mistress.”

This was it. The moment she’d spent countless hours studying for, meticulously planning for - this was the moment she created her first horcrux, the first anchor to the mortal plane.

Except…

Multiple things happened at once. A flash of golden red light burst high above in the chamber, flames flickering on the stone ceiling. A bird cried, high and warlike, and more light illuminated the chamber. There was a girlish screech, a low curse, and a loud crash.

The cauldron toppled over, spreading out all over the stone floor and smearing the runic circle away. The basilisk shrieked in pain when it splattered her scales and reared back away from the spilled potion.

“Ew, ew, what is this?!” cried a new voice, a woman’s; though, it was a touch lower than the average girl. “Ouch, I think it’s burning me—shit, it’s definitely burning me—”

A rush of magic - wild, intoxicating, elysian - flooded through the entire chamber. There was another screeching, birdlike cry, mournful and powerful. The spilled, sizzling potion that had been meant to consume Myrtle’s blood and merge with the diadem vanished.

Months of work and preparation.

Gone.

Tom trembled with apocalyptic rage. The intruder—she’d have to die. Perhaps all wasn’t lost. She had two victims from which she could forge horcruxes from now. How long before someone noticed Myrtle’s absence? Tom could probably brew another potion in a shorter amount of time. She had the ingredients. Myrtle didn’t lose that much blood and she was still breathing.

Tom double checked.

Ah, yes. Myrtle was alive. 

The intruder stood up, spluttering in such an undignified manner that Tom couldn’t keep the sneer from off her face. It was young woman, a girl who couldn’t be much older than Tom. Her strangely casual clothes were disheveled, messy, covered in dried mud, and she had a wild mane of black hair that looked as if it hadn’t been brushed a day in its life. A phoenix with feathers of a sunset landed on the young woman’s shoulder. It folded its wings and cuddled up against her hair, nipping through tangled strands.

But it was those eyes that captivated Tom the moment she saw them.

Hidden behind ugly circular frames, those emerald green eyes held an ethereal light to them, so unnatural that Tom had to wonder if they belonged to something supernatural.

Tom’s heart stuttered when those eyes locked onto her.

“Fancy meeting you here in the Chamber of Secrets, Tom Riddle.”

Coated in fresh blood, from her fingertips to her forearms, to the parted dress shirt and vest which revealed bloodied cleavage, Tom smiled up at the young woman in her most perfect, charming smile.

“And who might you be?”

“I’m Harry.” The phoenix trilled lightly, burrowing its beak into her hair. The young woman’s eyes never faltered. “Harry Potter.”