#i really love luna lovegood

[icksam]

GOLDEN TRIO!!!

and LUNA LOVEGOOD!!!

made these rough sketches last night well after 12am. woop woop

[saturnsconstellation]

Barty Crouch Jr would be the uncle that would rant to 6 year old Luna about his issues with Evan while she paints his nails pink and puts hello kitty hair clips to hold his hair back, and then he would 100% follow her advice.

He’d be THAT bitch and that’s why he’s Luna’s favorite. (I’m kidding) (or am I)

[fate221]

Girl from Ravenclaw

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[swordsoffour]

Female characters that I got weirdly obsessed with as a kid you will always be special to me

[lulululovegood]

I started writing a masterpost of trans Luna Lovegood headcanons ages ago so I guess I'll post it here

Luna always loved the moon. On a clear night, she would go outside and dance under its light. Because of this, her mother nicknamed her Luna.

Luna preferred her nickname to her more masculine birth name, and eventually Luna became the only name she would respond to.

There wasn't much information about trans people in the wizarding world, so neither Luna nor her parents had heard of the concept, but when at the age of 8 Luna confessed to her mother that she'd always felt like a girl, her mother accepted her immediately.

Luna's father registered her as Luna Lovegood when she went to Hogwarts.

Ginny was the only person Luna came out to at Hogwarts.

[elisedonut]

for ship bingo: Percy/Luna

[mo0nyy4siir1us]

I remember telling my cousin I headcanon Luna Lovegood having autism and she went "OMG ALEX STFU NOT EVERYONE IS AUTISTIC" or something, like girl IT'S MY HEADCANON, IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT FINE BUT LIKE LET ME BE???

[ayosdesignz-blog]

Idk fam. 🤷🏾‍♀️

I'm still trying to figure out how and why Harry as a character/person (not the author) thought Albus Severus was 1) a good name; 2) something he'd WANT to call his own child considering how the men the kid is named after treated him, lied to him, and hurt him; 3) supposedly better than oh idk...Rubeus Remus maybe??? Or something. Just saiyan.

But back ON topic, pretty sure those things you listed were illustrated just as clearly in the movies too so maybe they're just blind Dumbledore supporters/enablers?? Or are unquestioning of authority largely seen and portrayed as the good guy? Maybe they just didn't finish the series?

They fell for the Dumbledore propaganda!!

Man isn't that great. Already looking like father time or some crap while other witches and wizards around the same age or decades to maybe a century or so older than him tend to look younger (but still old if not look the same age).

Like, if I remember correctly in the book Grindelwald's aunt had a similar "old" appearance to Dumbledore yet had been around for far longer. And I think the great aunt Weasley no one really liked was about as old as Dumbledore....but didn't look as old.

But that's all memory based and trying to do a quick Google check only gave me other ppls guesses. Magical folk aging is so weird.

So I saw someone on Facebook complaining about HP writers making Dumbledore manipulative. How they hate that Dumbledore always leaves Harry to be abused, is always keeping information to himself, and is always controlling everyone.

And I’m just like…

Because this isn’t fanon. This is actual canon shit! We aren’t making this attitude up!

Dumbledore left Harry with the Dursleys knowing full well they wouldn’t be suitable. He knew Harry wasn’t treated well but left him there to breed a martyr mentality so he’d let himself be murdered. 

Dumbledore knew Quirrell was possessed and did nothing about it, preferring to rely on a prophecy instead of taking matters into his own hands when he had the chance.

Dumbledore knew Lockhart was a fraud and did nothing about it. Two years in a row he allowed the education of 1,000 students to be compromised and let them all waste money on fake ass books.

Dumbledore refused to tell Harry anything and in the end Sirius paid the price because had Harry been up to date as he rightfully should have since Dumbles was expecting him to defeat Voldemort anyway, Sirius would be alive. He should have fucking said something. And didn’t.

Dumbledore has built a habit of doing what he thinks is best and ignoring everyone else’s feelings and opinions.

Dumbledore had Harry kidnapped from his legal guardian the night his parents were murdered. Sirius wasn’t sent to Azkaban - without a trial that Dumbledore never petitioned for btw even though he was Chief Warlock - until November 3rd, his birthday.

Dumbledore forced Sirius to stay in the very place he hated most of all.

Dumbledore left a magical mirror known to kill people by trapping them in visions of their heart’s desires, laying around in hopes that children would find it.

Dumbledore did nothing any of the times Harry became the school pariah. 

Dumbledore, for some reason, needed to borrow a fancy Invisibility Cloak that cannot be summoned by anyone, the very moment two of his warriors are targeted by the big baddie.

All of this is canon shit. Having him do this in fic isn’t fanon. How can people not get that?

[luveline]

omg can I request a more timid luna lovegood reader with remus lupin?? I feel like he’s more serious, so she would compliment him well!! maybe the two of them falling asleep with one another and her dozing off while talking about bugs or something and he’s just like, wow I love her!!

“Oh,” he says quietly, more to himself than you as he pulls you to his chest, “lovely, I missed you.” 

Your pyjamas are made of a soft, thin material you favour and he can’t name. Your vest doesn’t cover much, but he’s covered you up with his arms and the blanket, and the space between you is roiling with body heat. “We were apart for twelve days.” 

“I know.” He could not be more regretful. 

“That’s almost three hundred hours without seeing one another.” 

“We spoke on the phone.” 

“It’s not the same,” you say. Remus would have to agree. 

He feels like he can sleep well for the first time in those three hundred hours, knowing you’re alright, happy, and fed within arm’s reach. He really can’t decide what he missed most, your smell, your hair, your nose as it rubs against his throat. It must’ve been this, your weight on his side, and the sound of your voice as you murmur intricacies into his skin. 

“I caught fifteen bugs while you were gone, that’s more than one every day… I kept the ladybug, but then she exploded into even more ladybugs. I noticed she laid eggs in the tank but I wasn’t expecting them to hatch so quickly… it was…” Your lips curve into a smile against his neck. “It was only a few days, baby. So many bugs.” 

“I’m sure she lived a very good life.” 

“She’s still alive, I think. I let them out into the back garden, I wasn’t expecting to be responsible for so many.” 

You fold an arm across his chest and kiss his chin, to his sleepy delight. Your presence is lulling him to sleep, once slow sentence at a time. “I’m sure she was just as happy in your tank as the outdoors, lovely,” he says. Your tank being a very large space that you customise to whatever bug you’ve found. You do your research, and you give them long, healthy lives. You’re kind, and you keep them only to watch them and love them. 

“You know ladybugs are beetles?” you whisper. 

“I didn’t know that.” 

“Mm-hm,” —you kiss his chin again, soft and with warming breath— “there are five thousand different species of ladybugs. Thousand. And they’re all different colours and sizes and…” 

You rub your nose into his cheek.

“I missed you so much,” you say. 

“I missed you too. I missed your voice.” Remus rubs your back, feels your top ride up. He draws a line along your naked spine. “Tell me more about the ladybugs, please? I was almost sleeping.”

“If I tell you and you fall asleep, you won’t remember.” 

“Can you tell me again at breakfast? Would that be okay?” 

You sound pretty sleepy yourself as you answer. “Okay, I’ll tell you twice, but only because you asked me so nicely.” 

Wow, he thinks, feeling the length of your back in sluggish drags, I love her.  

[wordsarelife]

—starlight

pairing: soft!mattheo riddle x fem!reader

summary: mattheo had been liking you for years and when you loose your cat, it's finally his time to prove how good of a boyfriend he would be

warnings: really small mention of a loved one dying

notes: y/n is a bit luna lovegood coded

the morning was hotter than the days before, even though it was slowly becoming fall. mattheo and his friends had decided to stay inside for the first time in weeks and were now sitting in the Iibrary, busy understanding their potions homework.

"so" enzo mumbled, the words a bit harder to recognize, because he had the tip of his quill between his lips "what is the answer to number eight?"

"if i tell you, you won't learn anything" theo, the only one who was really understanding the task at hand, groaned.

"yeah, but we would stop wasting our time" mattheo mumbled just silent enough so theo wouldn't hear. blaise, who sat next to him, laughed.

"come on, mate" draco started pleading "you know i normally get these, but it's so hot outside, i'd rather swim in the lake"

"well, you have to earn that first" theo was not budging under the pleading of his friends. blaise, draco, enzo and mattheo groaned simultaneously

"where is pansy? shouldn't she sit here with us and be annoyed at you?" blaise asked, while his eyes wandered to the empty spot next to draco, that was normally occupied by the girl.

"she's got detention with mcgonagall, i'm copying the answers for her" draco answered

"well, now that's unfair" mattheo shook his head "why don't you say anything about that, theo?"

it seemed like theo hadn't even listened to what his friends were talking about. he was busy reading the next number and looked up confused. "what?"

"forget it" mattheo hid his face in his hands, while blaise and enzo exchanged a look, rolling their eyes

"woah" blaise suddenly made next to him "isn't that y/n?"

mattheos head turned, so did the rest of his friend's.

it was indeed you. the slytherins watched in confusion how you climbed the ladder leaning against the shelf. their confusion only grew when you didn't stop climbing at the highest shelf, but used your arms to pull you up on top of the shelf.

"what is she doing?" enzo mumbled

“i have no clue” mattheo watched you closely, following your every move.

he had been kind of in love with you since the third grade. his friends found his crush on you quite interesting, considering you were a bit curious and weird, but somehow all of them agreed that it was in a cute way, a bit too stubborn, a bit too much in your own world.

maybe the carelessness and constant happy mood you were spotted with only added to their confusion. mattheo wasn’t normally the guy to go for girls like you. and it was out of the ordinary to see him as nervous as he was around you. girls normally didn't make him nervous, but you did.

they all gasped simultaneously, as one of your hands hit the shelf a bit too far left and almost made you fall down.

“oh” you said, both at your close call and their presence, you had only noticed them now. “hi” you used the hand that had almost caused you to fall to wave at them

“hey, y/n!” theo raised his hand, copying your greeting, while his eyes were still fixated on the potions book on the table in front of him. he was the only one of his friends who was also friends with you, a result of your similar interest in astronomy.

mattheo watched you closely. he had stood up to catch you, in case there was another close call. him and the rest of his friends watched you as you crawled along the shelf.

“what are you doing?” enzo asked, louder than he had planned which resulted in madam pince shushing him. "sorry" enzo cringed, but it was already too late.

his voice had been so loud and sudden, that it had made you shriek. like mattheo had predicted, you lost your balance and fell down the shelf. luckily, he caught you before you could hit the ground.

“thanks” you smiled, patting his chest and climbing out of his arms.

mattheo was stunned at how relaxed you still were after almost falling to your death. well, maybe not death but you still could've gotten hurt really bad.

“i was looking for my cat” you smiled as if it was the most logical explanation, answering enzo’s question, without any hard feeling about him causing you to fall. “but she isn’t up there”

“ahh, alright” enzo nodded, acting like he understood what you were talking about, but he looked as lost as mattheo felt.

“see you later” you waved your hand at the boys before you turned around and left the library.

mattheo quickly grabbed his potions book, ready to follow you.

“what are you doing?” theo looked at him with narrowed eyes, almost sounding offended “we haven’t finished number nine yet”

“i was trying to..” mattheo trailed off, pointing at where you had last stood

“go” draco directed, pushing theo, who was ready to get up and discuss things with mattheo, back down in his seat.

blaise plastered a hand over theo’s mouth as he started protesting. mattheo nodded at his friends, silently thanking them, before he ran out of the library, hoping to still catch you.

to his luck, you had enough time on you to walk through the halls slowly.

“hey” mattheo breathed, matching your step “do you need help looking for your cat?”

“sure” you seemed happy enough about his suggestion “her name is starlight, but she doesn’t really answer to that, so there’s no point in calling her”

“okay” mattheo nodded “and she normally spends her time on top of the library shelves?”

“sometimes” you shrugged “she mostly spends her time all over the castle”

“do you often do things like that?”

“what?” you smiled “climb on top of shelves and let pretty boys catch me? not really, no” you shook your head laughing, while mattheo was still stuck on what you had described him as.

“how does starlight look like?” he tried a different approach as he followed you through the halls, almost sure you were heading to the astronomy tower.

“she’s a ginger cat”

“well, that’s explains a lot” mattheo laughed and you joined in “why doesn’t she answer to her name?”

“she belonged to my grandfather, she would only ever answer his calling, or react to his voice in general” you explained “he died a few months ago and my parents thought about giving her away, so she's now staying with me”

“that’s sad” mattheo frowned “i’m sorry about your loss”

“don’t be” you smiled up at him with big eyes and he almost missed a step on the way up. “he wasn’t the nicest, i don’t think he even liked anyone apart from his cat, but she’s nice enough most of the time”

“i get it” mattheo nodded understandingly “so where would she normally hide?” he looked around the room, trying to spot the orange fur of your cat. now that he thought about it, he remembered you chasing her around the halls a few times.

“you mind helping me up?” you pointed at the wooden beam over both of your heads

“seems like she prefers the higher spots, huh?” mattheo asked sarcastically, before he picked you up without another word of protest

you climbed on top of the beam, turning your head, before you finally shook it and mattheo helped you back down.

“where could she be if she isn’t here either?”

“i have one last spot in mind” you nodded, thinking “if she isn’t there, then i don’t know where she could still be”

“well, hopefully she is”

“as long as she’s fine” you smiled

mattheo followed you back down the steps of the tower, pending what he could still ask you. he wouldn’t waste any time he could spend with you, he would make the most of it.

his mind was racing, trying to come up with something, but the only thing he could remember was the list of thirty six questions blaise had shown him the day before, swearing that those were the best icebreakers at a first date.

well, this was far from a first date, but it did not hurt to try

“given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest?” he muttered, recalling the first question.

your face lit up at his sudden question. “that’s a fun question” you smiled “let me think about it. does the person have to be alive?”

mattheo shook his head

“well then i would pick my grandmother, i think” you smiled, deep in thought “she was a great woman. i remember my grandfather being a decent person back when she was alive. she used to make these crocheted hats for me. i have them in almost every color”

“that sounds nice” mattheo smiled as he noticed how your features lit up while talking about your grandma. he followed you into the great hall, not even questioning it.

“what about you?” you asked him, taking a quick turn and walking up the steps around the wall of the entryway.

“what about me?” mattheo repeated confused

“yeah” you laughed at his forgetfulness “who would you have dinner with?”

“i don’t know” mattheo shrugged

“i don’t accept that answer” you shook your head “i can't believe that no one comes to mind at that”

there was someone coming to mattheo’s mind. but he couldn’t tell you. right now, he only wanted to have dinner with one person and that person was you, and maybe your cat, because not finding her would probably mean that you would be sad otherwise.

“merlin” mattheo answered quickly and you raised your eyebrows

“fan?”

“the biggest” mattheo grinned and cringed the moment your eyes left his face. he was ready to turn around and run away, but your sudden calling kept him from it.

“starlight!” you laughed, holding out your arms and catching the orange cat that had been about to fall from the highest shelf.

“hey” mattheo cooed, softly stroking the cat’s head. the cat hissed at him and he quickly pulled his hand back.

“she likes you” you smiled brightly despite starlight proving the opposite.

“you really think so?” mattheo asked unsurely.

“of course” you were pulling the cat close to your chest “she’s smiling at you”

mattheo wasn’t so sure about that. starlight looked like she was ready to claw his eyes out if left unattended in the same room.

starlight settled on top of your shoulder as you began to walk back down the stairs. mattheo was ready to follow, but starlight hissed at him over you shoulder and it took him a second longer to catch up to you.

despite anything you had previously said, he was sure that that cat absolutely loved you, even if she often spend her time sleeping in the most ridiculous places and making you search for her. he was sure you loved her just as much, even you had so casually talked about the cat's situation he had noticed that you couldn't have endured your parents just giving her away. he had also noticed the worry in your eyes when stalright hadn't been in the astronomy tower.

additional to that, he was also sure she already hated him. maybe she could sense the inappropriate thoughts he sometimes had about you.

“thank you for your help” you had walked mattheo back to the doors of the library, after he had claimed that his friends would probably appreciate his return to finish the homework.

“no problem” he smiled and he had almost sighed at how pretty you were, just simply standing in front of him “i’d do anything” he mumbled under his breath.

“what?” you laughed, not having understood a sound of what he had mumbled. starlight was busy playing with a strand of your hair. mattheo had to smile at that and you mirrored his expression.

“doesn’t matter” mattheo shrugged and his smile grew brighter as he watched you laugh at him.

you softly held a hand in front of starlight's eyes, before you stood on your tiptoes, softly kissing mattheo's cheek. “thank you, maybe we could have dinner some day” you said, before you waved him a final goodbye “say goodbye starlight” the cat hissed at him once again and you smiled pleased, before you turned around and walked back in the direction of your dorm.

“i’d do anything” mattheo repeated his earlier words when you were far enough away. his cheeks were red and his hand touched the spot on which your lips had rested a few seconds ago. “anything”

[lionizingheathen]

Masterlist By Character - Updated 8.21.24

I DO TAKE REQUESTS

Draco Malfoy

Miscommunication

Edging Sub!Draco after you catch him flirting with someone else in public

Precious

Draco finding release after a day in the office

Request

"Domdraco smut please??? I mean maybe with handcuffs and some kinks?"

Ginny Weasley

Take It Out On Me

Helping Ginny unwind from a stressful quidditch practice

Ron Weasley

Take it

"Are you sure you can handle it, baby?" Ron visiting his long distance girlfriend

Request

Hey, can you do an scenario with you and Ron Weasley under a blanket around your friends watching a movie and Ron decides to finger you quietly without anyone knowing?

Sirius Black

Quickly Now

Sirius hooking up with his best friend

Prove It

Sirius eating out his FWB

Just for You

Giving Sirius a handjob in front of friend

Request

"I really need jealous fwb Sirius after that last fic, I NEED it"

Request

"hey im new to your blog but I LOVE the way you write sirius, could we have more sirius content pLEAES (soft, dark, fluff, smut, ANYTHING you can give us pleaseee🥺🥺🥺)"

Request

"Anything with FWB!Sirius Black PLEASE!"

Request

"This is my first time making a request but can you do more of fwb Sirius x reader pleaseee I love your writing btw!! Thank youu"

Hermione Granger

Quietly

Fucking Hermione in the stacks of the library

Lily Evans

Roses

Eating Lily Evans out

Relax

Strapwarming Lily Evans

James Potter

Everything

Making boyfriend James Potter be rough with you for the first time

Think About It

Giving James a blowjob

Request

"james potter smut!! i love ur writing sm"

Request

"Please I need to see you writing something with dbf!James Potter (I would be so happy if you add some size kink too)"

Request

jealous fwb sirius but what about jealous fwb james???

Request

"love ur writing!! can I request riding james potter plssss"

Remus Lupin

We Always Have Time

Remus taking you against a wall

Agreement

Giving your flatmate, Remus Lupin a blowjob to help him relax

Request

"can you do a part 2 from Flatmate!Remus Lupin? Thank you <3"

Request

"Angsty request. Post! James and Lily’s death, reader/oc was Sirius’s girlfriend/fiancé but feels lost after his arrest. All she has left is Remus and they… uh… work off post-war stress with each other."

Regulus Black

Request

"you are the best smut writer i’ve ever come across im literally speechless. can you write more about sirius fwb or maybe even regulus i will take anything you write omg."

Pansy Parkinson

You've Earned it

Sub!Pansy Parkinson x DomFem!Reader

Harry James Potter

Request

"if you write for harry potter can you do harry potter smut? i love your fics :)"

Request

"umm face riding with harry?? pleaseee"

Luna Lovegood

Love me

First time sleeping with Luna Lovegood

Group

Request

"OK NOW I CANT STOP THINKING OF REMUS ACTUALLY LETTING SIRIUS (plus james maybe) HAVE A GO WHILE WATCHING HHHNGGGF??!??"

[raekensluver]

moonlit confessions

description: connecting with theodore nott after escaping the chaos of a slytherin rager.

pairing: theodore nott x fem!reader

contains: partying, late night confessions, drinking, mentions of alcohol, smoking.

song rec: i'm yours by isabel larosa- "nervous, trip over my words, you're so pretty it hurts."

w.c: 1.4k

an: in my slump era....

the room was a blur of motion and color, the air thick with the scent of spilled alcohol and the haze of cigarette smoke. the pulse of the music thrummed through the floorboards, setting a rhythm that seemed to dictate the movements of the slytherin students as they danced and cheered. you leaned against the cool stone wall, watching the game of beer pong unfold with a detached amusement. mattheo and blaise were a formidable team, their laughter echoing off the walls as they scored point after point, while pansy and draco's competitive banter added a sharp edge to the atmosphere. it was the kind of party that you used to love, but tonight, it all felt a bit too much.

you decided to take a break from the chaos, making your way through the crowded room, looking for a familiar face. your eyes scanned over the faces, some flushed with excitement, others with the beginnings of a hangover. lorenzo berkshire caught your gaze from across the room, his dark eyes twinkling as he leaned in to whisper something to the girl he was flirting with. you rolled your eyes and continued your search for theo, wondering if he had retreated to one of the quieter corners to escape the cacophony.

as you moved through the party, the twins, fred and george, intercepted you with mischievous grins. "looking for someone?" fred asked, his hand offering you a beer. you took it, smiling politely. "theo nott," you replied. "ah, the mysterious one," george said with a wink. "last we saw, he was playing hide and seek with a group of his adoring fans." they both chuckled, their playful teasing a welcome distraction.

you thanked them and continued your search, the music's bassline vibrating in your chest. the party was in full swing, but theo's usual charm and presence were nowhere to be found. the crowd grew denser, a mix of laughter and shouts as the game grew more intense. you felt a gentle tug on your sleeve and turned to see luna lovegood, her eyes wide with curiosity. "have you seen theo?" you asked, raising your voice over the din. she tilted her head, considering for a moment before pointing towards the balcony doors. "i think he went outside," she said, her voice delicate as ever.

you pushed through the crowd and stepped into the cool night air, the stark contrast from the stuffy room making you gasp for breath. the moon was high and full, casting a soft glow over the grounds. you spotted theo immediately, leaning against the castle wall, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. he looked lost in thought, his eyes fixed on the distant horizon.

his posture was relaxed, but there was a tension in his shoulders that spoke of his discomfort with the raucous festivities inside. you approached him slowly, the gravel crunching under your feet. "mind if i join?" you called out, your voice low and gentle. he glanced over, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "thought you'd be in there, cheering for the champs," he said, nodding towards the party.

you took a seat beside him, the cold stone wall biting into your back. "not really my scene tonight," you confessed, taking a sip of the beer that had grown warm in your hand. "yeah, me neither," theo said, taking a long drag of his cigarette. the silence between you grew comfortable, filled only by the distant sound of the party and the occasional hoot of an owl.

theo's eyes flickered to you, the embers of his cigarette casting a warm glow on his face. "you okay?" he asked, his voice genuinely concerned. you shrugged, feeling the weight of the night's expectations lifting. "just needed some fresh air," you replied, watching as he exhaled a plume of smoke. the air around you felt charged, as if the very molecules were holding their breath.

his gaze searched yours for a moment before he spoke again. "it's not easy, is it?" theo said, breaking the silence. "keeping up with all of this." you knew he wasn't just talking about the party. the unspoken understanding between you grew stronger with every shared glance. "sometimes i feel like i'm drowning," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

he nodded, taking another drag of his cigarette. "i know what you mean," he said, his eyes never leaving yours. the warmth of his hand found yours, and for a moment, you felt like you weren't alone in the sea of noise and expectations. "theo," you began, but he leaned in, cutting off your words with a kiss.

his lips were warm and firm, the taste of tobacco faint on his breath. his ring clad hand slid up to grip the back of your neck, pulling you closer as if he was afraid you would slip away. you felt your heart stutter in your chest, the suddenness of the kiss taking you by surprise. but you didn't pull away. instead, you melted into him, the warmth of his embrace a comfort you hadn't realized you needed.

his thumb traced gentle circles on your skin, sending shivers down your spine. theo's other hand rested on your hip, grounding you as the world around you faded away. the music and the laughter were just a distant echo, the only sounds that of your mingled breaths and the crackle of the cigarette between you. it was a moment of pure, unadulterated intimacy, a stark contrast to the chaos of the party just a few feet away.

you pulled back, your cheeks flushed and your eyes wide with surprise. "theo," you whispered, your voice trembling slightly. he looked at you, his own eyes dark with something unreadable. "yeah?" he responded, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a smirk that was all too familiar.

you opened your mouth to speak, but the words got tangled in your throat. his beauty had always been a silent punch to the gut, leaving you struggling to breathe, let alone form coherent sentences. "you're just… so pretty," you stumbled out, your eyes flicking down to his chest, where his shirt lay open, revealing a hint of his collarbones. it was a clumsy compliment, but it was all you could manage.

theo chuckled, the sound low and rumbling. "thanks," he said, his eyes never leaving yours. he took another drag of his cigarette, the orange ember burning brightly in the dark. "you're not so bad yourself," he added with a wink. the confidence in his voice made your cheeks burn even hotter.

you fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, suddenly aware of how close you were sitting to him. the warmth of his body was intoxicating, and you found yourself leaning into it, craving more of his touch. his hand on your neck had left a trail of fire, and you couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like if he kissed you again.

the silence stretched out, filled with unspoken thoughts and racing hearts. you felt your cheeks heat up as you stumbled over your words, trying to find the right ones to express the tumult of emotions churning inside you. "theo, i… i just…" your voice trailed off, and you bit your lower lip, feeling your heart thud in your chest.

his smirk softened into a gentle smile, and he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. the touch sent an electric jolt through you, and you leaned into it, your eyes searching his for any sign of what he was thinking. "i know," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate in your very soul. "i feel the same."

you took a deep breath, the scent of his cologne and the night air swirling around you. it was a heady combination, making you feel both lightheaded and grounded at the same time. the party inside beckoned, the music and laughter a siren's call that you couldn't ignore. "we should get back," you murmured, not really wanting to leave the sanctuary of his arms but knowing that you couldn't hide away forever.

theo nodded, stubbing out his cigarette against the wall before standing up. his hand found yours, the warmth of his skin sending a jolt through you as he pulled you to your feet. "yeah, we don't want to miss the grand finale," he said, his voice teasing. you couldn't help but laugh, the tension between you easing slightly as you allowed him to lead you back into the mayhem of the party.

[httpvomitello]

could you write something for fred weasley, where she is a ravenclaw a year younger than him.

set during the order of the phoenix

i just imagine him pining over her and she is completely clueless!!

thank you so much 💓

Owwn, that's sooo cute! I hope you like it ~ ♡♡

Her Wit, His Heart *⁠.⁠✧

Fred Weasley wasn’t used to being subtle. Subtlety wasn’t his style, nor was it George’s. Together, they thrived in chaos—big laughs, loud pranks, and cheeky grins that could charm anyone. But when it came to you, the Ravenclaw with a sharp wit and a knack for disappearing into books, Fred was completely out of his depth.

It started during his sixth year at Hogwarts, just after the Yule Ball. He’d spotted you sitting by the lake, scribbling in a notebook while everyone else was in the Great Hall. You’d looked serene, the light casting a soft glow on your face, and for reasons he couldn’t explain, Fred couldn’t look away.

From that moment on, you were everywhere in his mind—your quiet laugh, the way you tucked your hair behind your ear when you were focused, your quick comebacks during classes that left even the professors impressed. Fred was smitten, but you? You didn’t seem to notice.

The next year, with the return of the Order of the Phoenix and Umbridge’s suffocating reign at Hogwarts, Fred’s feelings for you only deepened. You were a year younger, busy with OWLs and your role as a prefect. Somehow, amidst the chaos of rebellion, studying, and secret meetings, Fred found himself looking for you at every opportunity.

“Oi, Fred,” George said one evening as they prepared for another Dumbledore’s Army meeting. “You’ve got that ridiculous look on your face again.”

Fred frowned, tossing a Dungbomb into his bag. “What look?”

“The one you get whenever she’s around,” George teased, smirking. “It’s pathetic, really.”

Fred tried to play it cool. “Don’t know what you’re on about.”

“Oh, please,” George said, rolling his eyes. “You’ve been pining after her for months. Why don’t you just tell her?”

Fred hesitated, his usual confidence faltering. “She’s… different, George. She’s not like the others. And besides, she’s clueless. She probably doesn’t even know I exist.”

George snorted. “Yeah, right. You’re Fred Weasley. Everyone knows you exist. Just talk to her.”

Fred groaned, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not that simple.”

It wasn’t. Because you, brilliant and focused, seemed completely unaware of Fred’s attention. When he made jokes in the Great Hall, your laugh was polite but distracted. When he tried to help you in the library—“You don’t need that many books, love. I’ll carry a few for you.”—you thanked him absentmindedly before disappearing into the stacks.

Fred even tried showing off during Quidditch practice, pulling risky stunts that earned cheers from the stands, but your head was buried in a book.

“Clueless,” Fred muttered to himself as he landed his broom, shaking his head.

The tipping point came during one of the Dumbledore’s Army meetings. You had joined after hearing about the group from Luna Lovegood, and Fred had never been more grateful for Harry Potter’s rebellious streak.

That night, the Room of Requirement was buzzing with energy. Fred watched as you stood at the back of the room, your wand poised as Hermione demonstrated a disarming spell. You were biting your lip in concentration, and Fred felt his heart do a ridiculous flip.

When it was time to practice, Fred saw his chance.

“Need a partner?” he asked, sidling up to you with his trademark grin.

You looked up, surprised. “Oh, Fred. Sure, if you don’t mind.”

Fred pretended to be casual, but his heart was racing. As you practiced the spell, he couldn’t help but admire how determined you were, how focused.

“You’re pretty good at this,” he said after you successfully disarmed him for the third time.

You gave him a small smile. “Thanks. You’re not too bad yourself.”

Fred laughed. “Not too bad? I’m brilliant, love.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue, and Fred took it as a small victory.

Over the weeks, Fred found more excuses to talk to you. He’d sit next to you during DA meetings, crack jokes to make you smile, and even sneak you sweets from Honeydukes.

But you remained oblivious, chalking up Fred’s attention to his usual charm and friendliness.

One evening, after a particularly intense DA session, Fred found you lingering in the Room of Requirement, studying your wand with a thoughtful expression.

“Penny for your thoughts?” he asked, leaning against the wall.

You looked up, startled. “Oh, it’s nothing. Just… everything feels so serious lately.”

Fred nodded, his usual grin fading. “Yeah, it does.”

There was a pause, and then you added softly, “But it’s good to have this. To feel like we’re doing something that matters.”

Fred stared at you, his chest tightening. He wanted to tell you how much you mattered—to him, to this fight, to everything. But the words caught in his throat.

Instead, he said, “You’re amazing, you know that?”

You blinked, clearly taken aback. “What?”

Fred rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly nervous. “I mean it. You’re brilliant and kind and… you’ve got this way of making everything seem less terrible. I don’t know how you do it.”

Your cheeks flushed, and you looked away. “Fred, I—”

Before you could finish, the door opened, and George poked his head in. “Oi, Fred! We’re leaving.”

Fred sighed, his moment ruined. “Be right there.”

As you gathered your things, Fred cursed himself for being such a coward.

It wasn’t until a week later, during a rare quiet evening in the library, that everything changed.

You were sitting at a table, surrounded by books, when Fred appeared, holding a chocolate frog.

“For you,” he said, sliding it across the table.

You looked up, puzzled. “Why?”

Fred hesitated, then said, “Because I like you, alright? And not in the ‘you’re my friend’ kind of way. I like you.”

You stared at him, your mouth opening and closing like a fish.

“I know,” Fred continued, his cheeks reddening. “You probably think I’m joking, but I’m not. I’ve liked you for ages, and I’m terrible at hiding it, and—”

“Fred.”

He stopped rambling, looking at you nervously.

“You like me?” you asked, as if you couldn’t quite believe it.

Fred nodded. “Yeah. I do.”

A slow smile spread across your face. “I… I think I like you too.”

Fred blinked. “You think?”

You laughed softly. “I’ve never thought about it before, but… yeah. I do.”

Fred grinned, his heart soaring. “Well, that’s a start.”

And as you shared your first kiss in the quiet corner of the library, Fred decided that all the pining had been worth it.

[desideriumwriter]

could you do a like a gryfinndor luna lovegood type of reader with george?? like really ditzy or even reader being lunas older sister but she’s and being all silly weird girl like her?? <33

suchhhh a cutecutecute idea, ugh i love it. george and a "weird" ditzy girl is so perfect. ty for the request! apologizes for any mistakes, it's late and im too tired to proofread but too eager to wait and pf in the morning

wc: 1153

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Occasionally George liked to practice on the Quidditch field by himself. Usually Sundays since everyone else was too tired to go out.

The field was especially empty today due to the rain; it was pouring down hard but George decided to take this as an opportunity to get used to games in the rain. He was still a bit mad over losing to Hufflepuff when Harry fainted in the rain last year.

George watched as the bludger's attention turned from him to what looked like another student walking around the field. He was confused as to why you were walking around in the pouring rain. 

His eyes widened in terror as he watched the ball go hurling towards you, panicking and flying down towards it.

He casted a stunning spell to keep the bludger from moving any more as he flew down.

He got up off his broom immediately once he got his feet on the grass, leaving it behind as he ran over to you, who was still looking at the bludger.

“I hope you didn’t do that because you thought I was an opponent.” Your eyes looked from the ball to George, seeming completely unbothered.

“No! No! I didn’t mean to do that at all! It was an accident! I swear I didn’t even realize you were there.”

“Most people don’t.” There was no sadness in your tone, you were just stating a fact. You were an awfully quiet walker. 

Though, George knew who you were, knew of you. And your “weird girl” reputation.

“Oh, um, well what are you doing in the middle of the pitch anyways?” He cleared his throat.

“Looking for my slippers.” George gave you a small, confused nod. 

“You think your slippers would be in the Quidditch pitch?” He let out an amused chuckle as he slid his goggles off his eyes, letting them sit on his forehead.

“Possibly, I have a problem with sleepwalking.”

“So, you came out here while it’s pouring?” 

“I’d rather not wait, I don’t mind the rain.” He watched as your stare tightened as you looked him up and down, “Your uniform is soaked.”

“So are your robes.” He gestured and you looked down at your school uniform. Your hood was up but no longer doing any help to keep from the rain. You were soaked head to toe, your hair sticking to your face.

You didn’t say anything as you grabbed George’s hand, your hold on his hand was light but you were able to pull him with you to the stand underneath the awnings.

“There, now we’re both clear from the rain.” You gave him such a kind smile, the kind that made him want to melt into the grass. Your hand was still wrapped around his in a loose grip.

Bringing his hand up closer and tracing your finger over his palm, he watched with knit brows as you stared again. 

“You have quite a lot of calluses.” You spoke blankly, turning his hand in yours.

“Thanks.” The way he said it made it sound more like a question rather than a response. 

“I have a moisturizer that could help. I’m surprised you haven’t thought of something like that with you and your brother's products.” You placed his hand nicely down at his side, treating it as if he couldn’t do it by himself. He found it cute.

“You know me?- You know about our shop?” He pointed to his chest, not sure how to figure out how’d you react. Most people were predictable when it came to the twins or their products. But you were terrifyingly hard to read with how nonchalant you were. 

“I once watched a kid eat one of those sweets you sell and his nose started bleeding a minute later in Flitwick's class.” You shrugged. George really wanted to repeat his first question since he’s never seen you before. Maybe once in the common room. But not on occasion.

“Good to know they’re working.” He hummed. Cold wind moved through the air, making the ends of your robe flutter. “I think you should go back to the castle, it’s only gonna get worse from here on. Do you need me to walk you back?” You nodded appreciatively before turning and already going on the move. 

You were walking surprisingly quick to the point George had to jog a small bit to catch up with you.

“You, uh, you never told me your name?” He said as he caught up, his face lit up once he heard you say your last name.

A Lovegood. Makes sense. George thought to himself.

“I’m surprised you haven’t pulled a prank on me yet.” You looked down at his shoes, watching as your feet moved in sync with each other.

“I’m not sure I know you well enough to do that yet. It’d be rude if I did.” He gave you an amused laugh. You gave him a small hum and you both continued to walk, no longer speaking.

Even though George had just met you after watching you nearly get taken out by a bludger and you having a very peculiar personality, the silence was comfortable. He didn’t feel super awkward, you were nice, you had a warming presence to him. You were pretty too.

A small gasp leaving your lips made his eyes immediately shoot in your direction, you stopped for a second before running over to a boulder, your slippers sitting neatly together in front of it.

“I knew they would show up eventually!” You cheered, this is the loudest George has heard you, yet your voice was barely near the height of a shout.

You grinned as you picked them up then grimaced at their dirtiness, George couldn’t help but smile too.

“Hm. They’re quite gross now. I was hoping the rain would wash them off.” You frowned as you saw the mud caked underneath them. “I guess I’ll have to find a spell to fix them myself.” George couldn’t stop staring at you, you were so pretty, yet so strange. He loved it.

As you reached a roofed entrance to one of the corridors you stopped and turned to George.

“Thank you for walking me back, George. I’d like to be your friend.” You said as you rocked back and forth on your feet.

“Oh, I’d like to be your friend too.” He stammered out, there was no lie behind his words.

“Great. Well, I think I should go wash myself off. I feel gross.” You waved as you began to step backwards into the hallway.

“See you, strange girl.” He waved back before you fully turned the opposite direction, immediately feeling bad for calling you that, until he saw the way your grin grew bigger at the name. You nodded and turned away, skipping down the hallway.

George let out a small laugh to himself, he definitely would be seeing you again.

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[moonpascal]

LESSONS IN HUMILITY

summary: Remus can’t help but embarrass himself time and time again in front of the twins teacher. pairing: single dad!remus x teacher!reader au. warnings: fluff, remus is a stumbling idiot, fem!reader. use of y/n wc: 850

a/n: still new at writing but @amiableness gave me the idea and just had to write this. also i totally forgot about luna lovegood and theodore nott, when naming the kids so ignore the similarity. (i loved the names too much and didn’t feel like going back and changing them). i’m american so beware some errors. gif from @/ewans-mitchell

Remus Lupin had never been particularly good at this sort of thing. Parenting, yes -at least he thought so. He was pretty sure he had that down, thanks to years of patience and the help of his friends. But the whole navigating Theo and Luna’s school life, especially the interactions with the teachers—one teacher in particular—was an entirely different subject.

Every time he went to the twins school, he felt a mix of anxiety and excitement. Most of that excitement could be attributed to seeing Miss Lovey. A name picked out from the students on account of being their save space. She was always kind, never without a warm smile that made Remus’s heart race and his palms sweat.

Today was no different.

As he arrived at the school and signed in for a visitor’s pass, his heart raced with anticipation. Remus stood awkwardly in the hallway, holding two slightly crumpled permission slips for the upcoming museum trip. He had meant to get it signed yesterday but had completely spaced till this morning. Now, he was faced with the prospect of another conversation with her, which simultaneously thrilled and terrified him.

As he approached the classroom, he could hear her soft voice reading aloud to the students. Waiting until she finished, then knocked gently on the open door. Miss Lovey looked up and smiled, her eyes lighting up when she saw him.

“Mr. Lupin, how can I help you today?” she asked. No doubt wondering what brought in today’s visit.

Remus felt his face heat up. “I, uh, I forgot to turn in the twins permission slips for the upcoming museum trip. I’m really sorry about that. I know having things late isn’t helpful and I don’t mean to add to your plate I-”

She cuts off his rambling, and gently takes the slips from his hand, their fingers brushing briefly. “Mr. Lupin, it’s no problem at all. I’ll make sure it’s added to the others.”

“Thank you,” he mumbled, feeling foolish that he couldn’t stop rambling. He always seem to turn into a blithering idiot around her.

Just then, the bell rang signaling time for play-time, and students began to file out of the classroom. Theo and Luna saw their dad and immediately ran over, giving him a big hug.

“Dad! Did you remember my permission slip?” Luna beams looking up at her father, while Theo hung off his leg.

Remus ruffled Theo’s hair before answering Lu. “Yes, I did. Miss Lovey has them now.”

She smiles softly as she hears her name. “Luna, your dad is very responsible. You guys are lucky to have him.”

“I know! He’s the best dad ever!”

“The bestest!” Theo countered back.

Remus felt a lump in his throat. He was never quite sure if he was doing enough for them, but hearing those words from them meant the world to him. He glanced at Miss. Lovey, who was watching the interaction with a soft smile.

“Well, I should get going. Only have so long of a break myself,” Remus said awkwardly. “Thank you again, Miss”

As he turned to leave, Remus stumbled over a chair leg, nearly losing his balance. He managed to catch himself, but not without looking like a complete fool. Adjusting his glasses, Theo started wheezing and Luna giggled, Remus felt his face turn crimson.

Miss Y/L/N bit her lip, trying not to laugh. “Careful, Mr. Lupin there’s a chair right there.”

“Yes, right. Thank you. Bye!” he said hastily, nearly bumping into the door as well.

As if he couldn’t be more embarrassed, Y/N poked her head out and shouted, “Have a good rest of your day, see you at pick-up.”

Despite always making himself a fool he couldn’t wait.

The rest of Remus’s day dragged on. He tried to focus on his work at the Ministry, but his mind kept drifting back to the school, to the warm smile of Miss Lovey, and the way her eyes sparkled when she spoke to him. He wondered if she noticed his awkwardness, or if she just found it endearing.

Finally, the clock struck three, and he gathered his things, eager to see Theo and Luna again—and, of course, Miss Lovey. As he arrived at the school, he saw her standing at the gate, chatting with another parent. She looked up as he approached and gave him that heart-stopping smile.

“Hello again, Mr. Lupin,” she said warmly. “Bump into anything else today?” A small smirk adorning her face.

“I- I uh, managed to stay upright with no more incidents,” he replied, trying to sound casual and failing miserably.

Before further embarrassment, the twins ran up to him, chattering excitedly about their day. Miss Lovey handed him their backpacks and gave Theo and Luna a gentle pat on the head.

“You two behave for your dad, alright?”

“We will, Miss Lovey!” they chorused.

As they walked away, Theo and Luna talking a mile a minute, Remus glanced back and saw her watching them with that same soft smile. He knew he was hopelessly smitten, and for once, he didn’t mind.

[onlyangel4]

potterhead. mv1. smau. part two.

max verstappen x girlfriend!reader

max's girlfriend is the biggest harry potter fan ever.

author's note: this will be a mini series of fluffy moments between this couple. i'm aiming for around 3-5 parts

faceclaim: haley lu richardson

part one

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written; london here we come

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f1updates: y/n and max have landed in london two days before the other drivers are scheduled to land. we wonder what they are going to be up to.

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user6: it is strange because we expect the british drivers to be early, not these two

user7: whatever it is i just know these two are going to have the best fucking time

user8: i wonder...

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written: today we are joined by two v.i.w (very important wizards)

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written: y/n has been crying since we got here

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written: so it turns out dreams do come true

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written: thank you for the best day ever

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written: this might be my favourite picture of us

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written: day two in london and max surprised me with this what the actual fuck

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written: help she's crying again

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y/ninsta: when i was younger i always had my head in a book, i found fictional worlds easier than the real ones. harry potter was the first book that i really fell in love with. i will always call it my first love. but at the time the people in my life told me that i needed to focus on the real world, that no man would ever want a girlfriend obsessed with a fantasy world. well max just surprised me with the best two days ever and i am incredibly grateful for him, i love you so much.

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maxverstappen: do you love me more than luna lovegood

y/ninsta: know your place

alexandrasaintmleux: next year's miami grand prix me + you = universial studios florida

y/ninsta: omg the best wag date ever

user9: i actually love how max supports her hobbies they may be different to his but he doesn't care. that is husband material.

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