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[wizardwheezes]

THE TALENT!!!! MASTERPIECE!!!! ART!!! Better than the original books!! Show stopping!! I love it!!

now i’m going to sit and picture harry filming a sad music video to “that should be me”

🎵- jessie’s girl by Rick Springfield

(did i do this right?)

mac thank u for sending me this, bc i love the idea. sm.

i wish that i had her.

pairing - ron weasley x reader x harry potter (sort-of)

summary - you and ron have been together for a bit now, but harry wishes he had you all to himself

warnings - cussing, LOTS of jealousy

a/n - teenage angst. that’s it. thanks. also mildly inspired by heartbreak girl by 5sos as well as the og song ;) also i’m sorry!! it’s kind of short!!

you had been friends with ron and harry since the first time you all wandered onto that train, the three of you ending up in the same compartment for the trip— “do you guys mind if i sit here? i can’t find any empty spaces...” you were staring at your feet shyly, the two boys welcomed you in and offered you sweets from their hoard. “i’m ron, ron weasley.” you shook his hand, exchanging a smile with one-another. “and i’m harry potter.”

“it’s nice to meet the two of you, i’m y/n y/l/n.” and that’s where it all started.

it shocked everyone when you and ron started dating in fifth year, they were always predicting that you and harry would end up together, claiming you’d be a ‘power-couple’. that was all thrown out the window when ron asked you out in the great hall after dinner, and you happily accepted the offer.

it drove harry mad.

he had fancied you since the moment he laid his eyes on you in first year; the way your hair framed your face and caressed your skin, eyes glimmering like a vast galaxy, the way your smile somehow encapsulated the suns vibrancy.. everything about you was utterly intoxicating. he was always telling himself that he would eventually gather the courage to ask you out later on— his plans unfortunately spoiled by his oblivious best-friend.

it’s been coming up to yours and rons one year anniversary, and everyone knew. he showered you in pda every moment he got with sweet unexpected kisses pressed to any expanse of skin he could manage to reach, fingers interlaced with yours, or a hand ghosting itself up and down your waist. harry could barely stand being in your general area, his stomach churning whenever he saw ron all over you.

it made him SICK.

“that should be me.” harry said through gritted teeth, pacing about the dorm, hands balled into fists.

whenever you made a minuscule change, whether it was to your hair or makeup, harry always was the first to notice, while ron often went about it obliviously. harry always noticed the little changes, and lived for the way that your eyes lit up as you thanked him, how your lips curved up into that smile.

when you and ron got into another argument, his once endearing stubbornness becoming infuriating, you once again found yourself sitting on harry’s bed venting to him.

“shit, y/n, this is the third time this month that you guys have fought about this... maybe he does have the hots for hermione.” harry offers a look of false sympathy, hand resting on your shoulder. you meet his gaze, wiping away the tears that kissed your cheeks. “he’s only going to break your heart.” he assured you, mentally hoping that this would be the time that you finally end things.

merlin, how he wanted to tell you that he loves you, that his heart aches and longs for you. ‘you could be with me now!’ harry wants to cry out, embracing you and pulling you into a kiss that captured all the passion he had felt for you over these few years. he plays along with the charade, hoping that eventually you’ll realise that he’s so much better for you.

“thanks for being such a great friend, harry.” he was so obsessed with how you said his name that the phrase barely stung, a low ache finding a home in his heart once again. he bites his tongue, “of course, i’m always here for you.” harry gave you a quick forced smile before sending you on your way.

you give him a quick wave before leaving, shutting the door behind you. whilst you met up with ron, his apologies and begs for forgiveness becoming a nightly ritual. he embraces you, and everything is okay again.

it was like a waterfall of emotions that thrust itself upon harry, eyes welling with hot tears that begged to roll down his cheeks. his mind begins to wander, flashes of you and ron wedging themselves into his brain. ‘i’m so good to her!’ he sobs, face buried in a pillow. ‘merlin, i want her, i want her so bad.’ just the imagery of you and ron makes him want to vomit.

‘fuck him. FUCK him.’ he wanted to scream until his throat was raw, god! he felt guilty. he fantasises about his best-friends girlfriend, and now he would practically kill ron for you. it disgusted him how unfair this was- how infatuated he was with you.

he finds himself staring in the mirror, fingertips gently resting themselves against the cool glass, free hand tousling his hair about. he takes off his glasses, resting them on the wooden vanity as he wonders what you don’t see in him. ‘am i not tall enough? not built enough? not smart enough?’ every ‘what if’ racks his brain, brows furrowing.

his mind always finds its way back to you, face softening; the angelic sound of your voice, your endearing personality, how charming your laugh is... everything, absolutely everything. you have him utterly mesmerised, at your every beck and call.

‘i want to tell her that i love her, but what’s the point?

i wish that i had her.’

[endlessymphony]

home sickness || f.w

fred weasley x fem! reader

summary - muggle-born reader feeling homesick, + just fred being a clingy little shit and showing the reader how much he really adores them

warnings - usage of petnames, probably cussing

a/n - gotta be @wizardwheezes ‘s fred fic supplier // also this is really short i’m sorry :,)

the summer break was fast approaching, the warm sun beating down on your face through the window as you lounged in bed. you couldn’t help but begin to feel homesick- missing your family, friends, the city you grew up in, and everything in between. you flipped through a photo album you kept in your dorm, fingertips smoothing over the plastic covering that was over the photos, as you reminisce on the memories- admiring the smiles plastered across your friends faces.

you couldn’t stop the tears that began to prick at your eyes, your chest blossoming into warmth. you closed your eyes as you let the memories overtake you, living in a world of your own design- all the best moments of your life back at home swirling about your head.

the door creaked open, Fred stumbling into your room, but you didn’t even notice. he closed the door and placed his bag down at the end of your bed, “missing home again?” his voice rang. you looked up at him and nodded, closing the album and placing it on the bedside table, patting the spot next to you with your other hand- beckoning for him to sit next to you.

Fred slipped into your bed, opening his arms to you, “wan’ cuddle? and you can tell me all about what life is like back at home.” you couldn’t help but smile. he always knew just what to do to make you feel better, “thank you.” your voice was merely above a whisper as you wrapped yourself in Fred’s arms, enjoying his embrace.

“there’s this cafe that my friends and I always go to when I get home” you start, chuckling as the memory makes its way to the front of your mind, “it has the best desserts, like macarons and tarts, and they have really good drinks too.” he smiles at how excited you’re getting, fingertips grazing against the exposed skin of your midriff- drawing small patterns. “what drink do you get?” you could feel his voice rumbling in his chest. you continued to share your best memories, homesickness slipping away.

Fred listens to you talk for hours, admiring you, hands either drawing shapes into your skin or playing with your hair. he buries his head into your neck, enjoying the warmth you radiate. “I wish I could spend the summer with you.” Fred mumbles against your skin, and you look down in his direction and smile. “I wish you could too, you know, my friends would love you.”

he couldn’t contain the small chuckling bubbling up in his chest, “you think so?” he moves his head to get a better look at you, “oh, I know so, who wouldn’t love you?” a smile spreading across both of your faces synchronously. Fred presses a small kiss to your jaw, the heat from your chest now spreading to your face.

Fred repositions himself to be hovering over you, hands placed on either side of your head. “jus’ wanted to see my pretty girl's face.” he cooed, pressing his forehead against yours. you giggled softly, leaning up to chastely kiss his lips. his smile grew wider, pulling his face away from yours. “oh yeah?”

Fred peppered your face with kisses, stopping when he reached the spot of your jaw right beside your ear. his eyes flickered up to look at you, your eyes shut- fully basking in the attention from your boyfriend. he continued his assault of kisses down your neck, earning a small gasp from you. “my angel.” his words were hot against the sensitive skin of your neck.

you reached your hands around blindly, eventually placing them on either side of his head, pulling him back up to be face to face with you. your eyes were half-lidded, face feeling hot- skin likely flushed. “I’ve realized something.” you mumble, “I’m feeling significantly less homesick… you know, you’re my home here.”

Fred’s puzzled demeanour quickly changed to a cheeky smile, brows unfurrowing as you made your confession. “you fuckin’ sleazeball.” he said, leaning down to kiss you again. “you’re my home too.”

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[endlessymphony]

Hii I have been reading your stories for awhile now and I loveee it sm! Can I request dad Draco being all fluffy with the reader and their kids? (it's alright if you don't want too! <33) hope you have an amazing daaay~ ^-^

this is ADORABLE, of course i can!!

mother’s day~

draco malfoy x fem! reader

summary - what better way to spend the day then with your husband, kids, and breakfast in bed?

warnings - none

a/n - i’m bawling. i love how cute this is. also i chose names that just scream ‘old money’ to me, i hope you all don’t mind!!!

joyful giggles and the pitter-patter of little bare feet grew closer, and closer. it wasn’t even nine am yet when your children came bursting in through the door, jumping on the bed, and letting out squeals of happiness.

“mummy!” came a small voice, urging your eyelids to flutter open. the sun was peeking through the blinds, sweetly caressing your skin. you sat up slightly, gazing over at your husband who was somehow still fast asleep. you pulled your daughter closer, “hi darling... sweetheart.” you sing-songed, gently kissing her head.

“cecilia, go wake up daddy, yeah?”

she nods and turns to draco, shuffling over to him, “daddy! daddy!”, and starting the same thing all over again. you smile to yourself, pulling your son into your lap. “hi theo.” you wrapped your arms around his middle, and snuggling your face into the crook of his neck.

there came sounds of protest from beside you, draco grumbling as he sat up with cecilia practically clinging from him. “good morning, my love.” his voice was heavy and thick with sleep, making the room feel much warmer. you pull away from theo, turning to smile at draco as he began to clamber out of bed with your daughter attached to his arm.

“you go back to bed, mummy.” he walked over to your side of the bed, pressing a kiss to your temple. “cece, theo and i will take care of you, it’s your day after all.” draco picks up theo, holding him to his chest, and takes cecilia’s hand in his. you nod, and allow yourself to lay back down and snuggle into the blankets, mumbling a small ‘thank you.’

he leads your kids out of the room, gently shutting the door behind them. he hums softly as he walks to the kitchen, setting theo down so he has his hands free. “okay, let’s make mum some breakfast, what do you-” “can we make pancakes?” cecilia immediately cuts in, draco chuckles and nods. “pancakes it is, kiddo.”

after cecilia proceeded to eat almost all of the chocolate chips, and theo stuck his hand into the batter and ended up flinging it everywhere while trying to get it off his hand, breakfast was finished. “do you want to put mum’s water on the tray?” draco asked theo, and he nodded excitedly, moving as slowly as he can while placing the cup down.

“good job guys, i think she’ll really like it.” he carried the breakfast tray down the hallway, kids trailing behind him. “i am really proud of how much you guys helped today.” draco opened the door to your bedroom, he turned to look at the kids. “shh.. let’s be quiet so mummy can be really surprised, okay?”

you never managed to fall back asleep after everyone left the bedroom, although the warm blankets lulled you into darkness, attempting to ignore all the noise coming from the kitchen was far too much work. you began to wonder about how you got this lucky in life- an amazing home, two beautiful children, and a loving and considerate husband. you were truly grateful for what you had.

that thought was soon interrupted by the sound of whispers that were much too loud to even be considered a whisper anymore, cecilia and theo shushing draco for every move he made because ‘daddy! you’re being too loud, you’re gonna wake her up!’. you pretended to still be asleep, as to not ruin the plans that were currently taking place.

“okay, you guys can wake her up now, but be gentle-“ that was thrown entirely out the window as cecilia practically threw herself at you, landing on your stomach. your eyes flickered open, since you had just been winded by your six year old daughter. draco gave you a sympathetic look as you sat up, trying to catch your breath again.

theo climbed into bed with you and cecilia climbed off of you, both taking their places beside you while draco set the tray in your lap. “happy mummy’s day!” they chimed, all three of them smiling at you. you look down at the tray, admiring what they had done for you; chocolate chip pancakes, strawberries that draco had cut to look like roses, toast, a mug of tea and a glass of water. however, none of it was complete without the hand-drawn cards from your kids.

you couldn’t help but tear up, chest warming up from all the love overwhelming your senses. “thank you guys... so much.” draco leaned in a kissed your head again, your kids blabbering on about something unrelated.

“happy mother’s day to my beautiful wife and mother to our two amazing children, you deserve the world.”

cecilia and theo snuggled into your side as you picked at your breakfast, the two of them stealing your strawberries when you weren’t looking. the day was full of laughter and new memories, ones that you would never forget.

🏷- @miss-starkov @seekinglumos @wizardwheezes @elevatorsdoor

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[endlessymphony]

Could I please get a fluffy 👒 with Draco Malfoy? Possibly something sixth year or later?

yeah of course! :)

you melt my heart.

draco malfoy x reader

summary - draco basically hates everyone but you; no plot... just fluff

warnings - some light cussing (as usual)

a/n - ok y’all are really making me like mr malfoy lately

draco malfoy, the platinum blonde hard-ass with what seems to be a heart of stone. well... for everyone but you.

somehow you had weaselled your way into his heart during sixth year- everything you did brought a smile to his face, a faint blush adorning his cheeks whenever you were near, and his once suave way of talking was hindered by nerves. the second someone pointed it out, however, he immediately began chewing them out

the first time you ‘met’- you had run into him after class, staring down at the rubric in your hands for the essay that was due in two weeks time when you bumped shoulders with someone. “shit! i’m so sorry.” you called out in surprise as you looked up to see who it was, almost immediately regretting your whole existence once you recognized him. surprisingly he just shrugged and continued on with his day instead of tearing a hole into you, like he would’ve done to anyone else.

it wasn’t uncommon for his demeanour to instantly change when he saw you, face softening and brows unfurrowing- even if he was pissed off at potter. seeing you made the sun shine a bit brighter, the air sweeter, and his mood improving.

today happened to be on the colder side, the weather being quite on and off lately, so you decided to throw on a sweater after classes. the rain lightly tapped on the window as you began on your potions homework, tapping the end of your quill against your cheek. essays were always hard to start, but you were adamant on getting a better mark then your know-it-all boyfriend, so you knew that you had figure something out eventually.

you decided you needed a break to think about the wording, putting the quill down and leaned back in your chair, stretching slightly before turning back to your paper and sighing. then came a knock at the door, you turned your head and smiled when you recognized the tall figure in your doorway.

“how lovely of you to come see me.” you mused, “i wanted to see if you needed any help with the potions essay.” he replied, a small smirk coming to his lips as he knew exactly what you were doing. procrastinating.

“well, i’m actually all set with that.” you said with false confidence as you looked back at your desk where your essay was, or well, the lack of it. draco shut the door behind him, walking closer to you. “oh yeah? let’s see what you have so far.”

“i don’t need you to cheat off of me, malfoy.”you flipped the parchment over, pretending as if you had something written. “and why would i cheat off of you?” he raised an eyebrow, placing a hand on the back of your chair before noticing the sweater you were wearing.

“is that...” “your sweater?” you cut him off, “yeah, it is. don’t you think it suits me?” you gaze up at him with doe-like eyes, trying to avoid any scolding that may be coming your way. he chuckled slightly, and your stomach felt like it had just dropped. ‘maybe he thinks i look ugly?’ your inner anxious voice took over.

“you look beautiful.” draco answered simply, “the green compliments your skin quite nicely.” you attempted to control the flush that was growing across your face. “...really?” your voice was soft, and you were hesitant.

he brought a hand up to gently cup your cheek, “really.” draco’s signature smirk faded into a sweet smile, something only you saw, and even then it was rare. you melted into his touch, leaning your head into his hand.

“i know you haven’t started on your essay yet.” he said softly, and your eyes snapped open, face heating up even more. “shit.” was all you could muster, and of course it came out mumbled. he pulled his hand away from your face, “why don’t we take a break together, and i can help you with it afterwards, yeah?” draco offered, still smiling as he offered to help you up out of your chair.

you nodded, graciously taking his hand and standing up. “where are we off to?” you asked, tilting your head slightly. “nowhere too far.” was the only response you got, as he swung you over his shoulder. you let out a sound of surprise, beginning to giggle.

draco walked a few steps before he dropped you onto your bed, clambering onto it and laying his head on your chest. “well... this was closer than i expected.” you said with a laugh, beginning to run your hand through his hair.

he hummed softly, gently toying with the bottom of your sweater as the both of you began to relax in each other’s embraces. “you make me soft... a huge sap, i swear i’ve never felt like this with anyone but you.” draco said, voice muffled by your shirt. “i’m very aware that you’re the bad boy who hates everyone but me.” you tease, ruffling his hair. he lets out a grumble of protest, but doesn’t do much to stop you. “i’ve known it since the day we met.” going back to twirling the soft strands around your fingers.

“you melt my heart, y/n. i love you.”

“i love you too, draco.”

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Picture this, Sirius black lying on the floor leaning on one elbow like a greek emperor staring intensely at an incredibly awkward Remus who’s probably fidgeting with the sleeves of his jumper and saying, “You gonna go after them loverboyyyyyyy”. Tis a highlight. the characterisation is chefs kiss. They said awkwardness it was delivered. Could write a whole essay on why this is a masterpiece.

🧸 Congrats on 50! It is very much so deserved and so are all the future followers! If it’s not too much could I request a fluffy blurb with the one and only Remus Lupin, like a classic friends to lovers awkward and sweet first date shenanigans? Ilyyyy

thank u my beloved anon! <3

i think i’m in love with you. (pt. 1???)

pairing - remus lupin x reader

summary - the good ol’ best friends to lovers trope

warnings - cussing, lots of awkwardness, mentions of underage drinking

a/n - this is vaguely inspired by my ‘you are the kind of boy that they write love songs about.’ spotify playlist— because it’s adorable + has the same vibe

a/n continued; pls let me know if you guys want me to continue this fic to include the date! i honestly think this is just so sweet and cute, and would love to hear some feedback about it :) (might make it a two parter if y’all like it enough!!)

you and remus had been friends since fourth year, and while it wasn’t quite the ‘perfect’ first impression that brought you together, recalling the memory makes you smile nonetheless. most would claim that first impressions are truly everything, but you would beg to differ- seeing as being drenched in pumpkin juice by a very apologetic and slightly aloof boy has now led to one of the best friendships you’ve ever had.

tonight was just an average friday night in the gryffindor dorms as the marauders were hosting their usual ‘study’ night; obviously there was lots of chatter and laughter with an absence of any real studying happening, the name only aided in the fight against being caught by any teachers.

you and remus had claimed the couch whilst lily, james and sirius were scattered about the floor, peter sitting in a chair beside the couch.

glasses in hand, you were all slightly tipsy off of combinations of muggle alcohol that sirius managed to get his hands on, chests feeling as if they were alight. your skin tingled, brain and tongue feeling fuzzy as you laughed along with the others about something that james said.

you looked over at remus and caught him staring at you, you made brief eye contact before he looked away, a bit shy, but you giggled at decided to brush it off.

“you guys will never guess what i got for us tonight.” sirius started, legs slightly wobbly as he stood up. he reached into his pocket and retrieved a vial of veritaserum, “what better way to play truth or dare... then with some of this?”

you all looked around at each-other skeptically, knowing all about what that tiny vial can do to friendships, relationships, and your head. “i say we do it.” james pipes up, a smirk coming to his face. “...unless any of you have something to hide.” he turns to look at you and remus, raising his eyebrows a bit. you and remus turned to look at once another, cheeks darkening as your faces start to heat up. you look away quickly and try to ignore it, again.

ignore that feeling pooling in your stomach. the way your heart begins to flutter when you lock gazes. no, it can’t mean anything, right?

you all eventually give in to sirius’ antics, passing around the vial- everyone taking a shot. you’re the one to finish off the potion, it was an odd taste, your face contorting as you swallow it. not sweet, but not bitter, but also not sour- somehow all three combined to be one of the weirdest things you’ve ever tasted.

you place the glass vial down on the table in front of you, everyone waiting for the potion to take its effect. you sipped on your drink as you waited, hoping the taste of whatever lily mixed up would wash away the taste of the veritaserum.

and soon enough the ‘truth’ serum, as its called, began to work its magic on the rest of the group and yourself. your thoughts began to run- what if i mention the way that remus makes me feel? no, y/n, we’re not doing that tonight, plus no one will ask about it anyways. well, you spoke-thought too soon. everyone knew in some way or another that you and remus each had a thing for one another, so why not play on it when you’re both forced to tell the truth?

lily turned to the two of you with a wicked grin, just finishing up her dare, which you had missed due to the fact that you were consumed by your thoughts. her voice snapped you out of the haze, “so, y/n, truth or dare?” she drawled. both were terrible options. you knew that if you chose dare, you would end up licking someone’s foot or running down the corridor topless. but! truth was all the more terrifying. though, you suppose it’s the lesser embarrassing one of the two.

“truth.” you responded flatly, mumbling under your breath begging the universe to not mention remus. “what’s going on with you and remus, hm? do you like each-other?” her eyes glinted mischievously as she swirled the remnants of the drink in her hand around her cup. you wanted to say ‘nothing!’ but that wasn’t happening, mouth going before mind.

“i think he’s cute, and he gives me this weird butterfly feeling in my chest and sometimes talking to him makes me feel nauseous because i’m so nervous, maybe i think i’m in love with him.” you slapped your hand over your mouth to stop what felt like a stream of verbal diarrhea, eyes widening at what you just said. “shit, fuck. remus, i’m so sorry.” you said turning to him as you stood up.

you could almost cry from the embarrassment, well, that’s what you were doing as you speed walked back to your dorm. you couldn’t stay there, not after that, and you definitely couldn’t face remus. you just told your best friend you were in love with him, for merlins sake! if that wasn’t going to ruin the friendship- no, don’t even go there. that will ruin the friendship.

you launched yourself onto your bed, door shutting behind you. burying your head in the pillows, you just wished the mattress would swallow you so that you didn’t have to face reality. tears were scarce by this point, most of them streaming down your cheeks as you sped away into the hall.

remus was still sitting in the common room, dumbfounded. “shit.” he mumbled, mind completely scattered after your turn. james and sirius turned to him, sympathetically, well as sympathetically as they could until sirius cocked an eyebrow and started to muse, “you gonna go get them lover-boy?”

“yeah-“ he smoothed his hands on his sweater, “i am.” remus stood up and took after you, knowing that you always holed yourself up in your dorm whenever anything upset you. ‘they’re bound to be wrapped in blankets, face in the pillows’ he thought.

and that’s how you were exactly. wrapped in a crocheted blanket, face in the pillows. you didn’t know if you wanted to scream, or cry, or just run away and get a new identity and start a new life at beauxbatons or something as a transfer student.

remus reached your dorm, fist quivering as he started to knock on your door. “y/n.” he called, voice wavering. you sat up, “the doors open, rem.” he peeked in, a goofy grin coming to his face. “there you are.” he chimed, closing the door behind him as he walked in, sitting on your bed beside you.

“you always do that, y’know? whenever you’re upset or embarrassed, you always wrap yourself in that blanket and lay face down. sometimes you scream, or cry, or just end up taking a nap.” he chuckles lightly. “i hope you don’t feel bad about earlier.” remus stares at his feet, tapping one against the hardwood flooring. “i just don’t wanna ruin our friendship with my stupid crush.” you admit, feeling defeated, but he chuckles again.

you turn to look at him and cock your head, “what’s so funny?” you feel even worse, is he mocking you right now? laughing in your face? ouch- remus you absolute douchebag.

but it’s none of that, “well, y/n, to put it plainly, i think i’m in love with you too.” he stops his foot, looking up at you. your eyes meet, hearts both racing. “oh.” is all you can manage. his eyes dart back to the floor, “would, uh” he clears his throat slightly, “could i kiss you? maybe? would that be okay?” remus’ face starts to turn pink, a colour that you always thought complimented him quite well.

“yeah. that would be fine.” you replied, breathlessly. him saying that completely winded you. he gently placed his pointer finger under your chin, thumb bumping against your bottom lip as he leaned in. your eyes fluttered shut as you met him in the middle, lips brushing. it took everything in you not to just die then and there.

you bumped noses a few times throughout the kiss, giggles filling the room as you both pulled away- feeling the same breathless feeling once more. “so, this isn’t gonna ruin our friendship, right?” you asked, a smile playing on your lips. “of course not, if anything, now i just want you to be my best-friend AND my partner.”

“that would be lovely, rem.” you smiled even wider, pulling him in for another kiss.

maybe this whole awkward and messy confession wasn’t as bad as you thought.

[endlessymphony]

🎵- jessie’s girl by Rick Springfield

(did i do this right?)

mac thank u for sending me this, bc i love the idea. sm.

i wish that i had her.

pairing - ron weasley x reader x harry potter (sort-of)

summary - you and ron have been together for a bit now, but harry wishes he had you all to himself

warnings - cussing, LOTS of jealousy

a/n - teenage angst. that’s it. thanks. also mildly inspired by heartbreak girl by 5sos as well as the og song ;) also i’m sorry!! it’s kind of short!!

you had been friends with ron and harry since the first time you all wandered onto that train, the three of you ending up in the same compartment for the trip— “do you guys mind if i sit here? i can’t find any empty spaces...” you were staring at your feet shyly, the two boys welcomed you in and offered you sweets from their hoard. “i’m ron, ron weasley.” you shook his hand, exchanging a smile with one-another. “and i’m harry potter.”

“it’s nice to meet the two of you, i’m y/n y/l/n.” and that’s where it all started.

it shocked everyone when you and ron started dating in fifth year, they were always predicting that you and harry would end up together, claiming you’d be a ‘power-couple’. that was all thrown out the window when ron asked you out in the great hall after dinner, and you happily accepted the offer.

it drove harry mad.

he had fancied you since the moment he laid his eyes on you in first year; the way your hair framed your face and caressed your skin, eyes glimmering like a vast galaxy, the way your smile somehow encapsulated the suns vibrancy.. everything about you was utterly intoxicating. he was always telling himself that he would eventually gather the courage to ask you out later on— his plans unfortunately spoiled by his oblivious best-friend.

it’s been coming up to yours and rons one year anniversary, and everyone knew. he showered you in pda every moment he got with sweet unexpected kisses pressed to any expanse of skin he could manage to reach, fingers interlaced with yours, or a hand ghosting itself up and down your waist. harry could barely stand being in your general area, his stomach churning whenever he saw ron all over you.

it made him SICK.

“that should be me.” harry said through gritted teeth, pacing about the dorm, hands balled into fists.

whenever you made a minuscule change, whether it was to your hair or makeup, harry always was the first to notice, while ron often went about it obliviously. harry always noticed the little changes, and lived for the way that your eyes lit up as you thanked him, how your lips curved up into that smile.

when you and ron got into another argument, his once endearing stubbornness becoming infuriating, you once again found yourself sitting on harry’s bed venting to him.

“shit, y/n, this is the third time this month that you guys have fought about this... maybe he does have the hots for hermione.” harry offers a look of false sympathy, hand resting on your shoulder. you meet his gaze, wiping away the tears that kissed your cheeks. “he’s only going to break your heart.” he assured you, mentally hoping that this would be the time that you finally end things.

merlin, how he wanted to tell you that he loves you, that his heart aches and longs for you. ‘you could be with me now!’ harry wants to cry out, embracing you and pulling you into a kiss that captured all the passion he had felt for you over these few years. he plays along with the charade, hoping that eventually you’ll realise that he’s so much better for you.

“thanks for being such a great friend, harry.” he was so obsessed with how you said his name that the phrase barely stung, a low ache finding a home in his heart once again. he bites his tongue, “of course, i’m always here for you.” harry gave you a quick forced smile before sending you on your way.

you give him a quick wave before leaving, shutting the door behind you. whilst you met up with ron, his apologies and begs for forgiveness becoming a nightly ritual. he embraces you, and everything is okay again.

it was like a waterfall of emotions that thrust itself upon harry, eyes welling with hot tears that begged to roll down his cheeks. his mind begins to wander, flashes of you and ron wedging themselves into his brain. ‘i’m so good to her!’ he sobs, face buried in a pillow. ‘merlin, i want her, i want her so bad.’ just the imagery of you and ron makes him want to vomit.

‘fuck him. FUCK him.’ he wanted to scream until his throat was raw, god! he felt guilty. he fantasises about his best-friends girlfriend, and now he would practically kill ron for you. it disgusted him how unfair this was- how infatuated he was with you.

he finds himself staring in the mirror, fingertips gently resting themselves against the cool glass, free hand tousling his hair about. he takes off his glasses, resting them on the wooden vanity as he wonders what you don’t see in him. ‘am i not tall enough? not built enough? not smart enough?’ every ‘what if’ racks his brain, brows furrowing.

his mind always finds its way back to you, face softening; the angelic sound of your voice, your endearing personality, how charming your laugh is... everything, absolutely everything. you have him utterly mesmerised, at your every beck and call.

‘i want to tell her that i love her, but what’s the point?

i wish that i had her.’

[endlessymphony]

🧸 Congrats on 50! It is very much so deserved and so are all the future followers! If it’s not too much could I request a fluffy blurb with the one and only Remus Lupin, like a classic friends to lovers awkward and sweet first date shenanigans? Ilyyyy

thank u my beloved anon! <3

i think i’m in love with you. (pt. 1???)

pairing - remus lupin x reader

summary - the good ol’ best friends to lovers trope

warnings - cussing, lots of awkwardness, mentions of underage drinking

a/n - this is vaguely inspired by my ‘you are the kind of boy that they write love songs about.’ spotify playlist— because it’s adorable + has the same vibe

a/n continued; pls let me know if you guys want me to continue this fic to include the date! i honestly think this is just so sweet and cute, and would love to hear some feedback about it :) (might make it a two parter if y’all like it enough!!)

you and remus had been friends since fourth year, and while it wasn’t quite the ‘perfect’ first impression that brought you together, recalling the memory makes you smile nonetheless. most would claim that first impressions are truly everything, but you would beg to differ- seeing as being drenched in pumpkin juice by a very apologetic and slightly aloof boy has now led to one of the best friendships you’ve ever had.

tonight was just an average friday night in the gryffindor dorms as the marauders were hosting their usual ‘study’ night; obviously there was lots of chatter and laughter with an absence of any real studying happening, the name only aided in the fight against being caught by any teachers.

you and remus had claimed the couch whilst lily, james and sirius were scattered about the floor, peter sitting in a chair beside the couch.

glasses in hand, you were all slightly tipsy off of combinations of muggle alcohol that sirius managed to get his hands on, chests feeling as if they were alight. your skin tingled, brain and tongue feeling fuzzy as you laughed along with the others about something that james said.

you looked over at remus and caught him staring at you, you made brief eye contact before he looked away, a bit shy, but you giggled at decided to brush it off.

“you guys will never guess what i got for us tonight.” sirius started, legs slightly wobbly as he stood up. he reached into his pocket and retrieved a vial of veritaserum, “what better way to play truth or dare... then with some of this?”

you all looked around at each-other skeptically, knowing all about what that tiny vial can do to friendships, relationships, and your head. “i say we do it.” james pipes up, a smirk coming to his face. “...unless any of you have something to hide.” he turns to look at you and remus, raising his eyebrows a bit. you and remus turned to look at once another, cheeks darkening as your faces start to heat up. you look away quickly and try to ignore it, again.

ignore that feeling pooling in your stomach. the way your heart begins to flutter when you lock gazes. no, it can’t mean anything, right?

you all eventually give in to sirius’ antics, passing around the vial- everyone taking a shot. you’re the one to finish off the potion, it was an odd taste, your face contorting as you swallow it. not sweet, but not bitter, but also not sour- somehow all three combined to be one of the weirdest things you’ve ever tasted.

you place the glass vial down on the table in front of you, everyone waiting for the potion to take its effect. you sipped on your drink as you waited, hoping the taste of whatever lily mixed up would wash away the taste of the veritaserum.

and soon enough the ‘truth’ serum, as its called, began to work its magic on the rest of the group and yourself. your thoughts began to run- what if i mention the way that remus makes me feel? no, y/n, we’re not doing that tonight, plus no one will ask about it anyways. well, you spoke-thought too soon. everyone knew in some way or another that you and remus each had a thing for one another, so why not play on it when you’re both forced to tell the truth?

lily turned to the two of you with a wicked grin, just finishing up her dare, which you had missed due to the fact that you were consumed by your thoughts. her voice snapped you out of the haze, “so, y/n, truth or dare?” she drawled. both were terrible options. you knew that if you chose dare, you would end up licking someone’s foot or running down the corridor topless. but! truth was all the more terrifying. though, you suppose it’s the lesser embarrassing one of the two.

“truth.” you responded flatly, mumbling under your breath begging the universe to not mention remus. “what’s going on with you and remus, hm? do you like each-other?” her eyes glinted mischievously as she swirled the remnants of the drink in her hand around her cup. you wanted to say ‘nothing!’ but that wasn’t happening, mouth going before mind.

“i think he’s cute, and he gives me this weird butterfly feeling in my chest and sometimes talking to him makes me feel nauseous because i’m so nervous, maybe i think i’m in love with him.” you slapped your hand over your mouth to stop what felt like a stream of verbal diarrhea, eyes widening at what you just said. “shit, fuck. remus, i’m so sorry.” you said turning to him as you stood up.

you could almost cry from the embarrassment, well, that’s what you were doing as you speed walked back to your dorm. you couldn’t stay there, not after that, and you definitely couldn’t face remus. you just told your best friend you were in love with him, for merlins sake! if that wasn’t going to ruin the friendship- no, don’t even go there. that will ruin the friendship.

you launched yourself onto your bed, door shutting behind you. burying your head in the pillows, you just wished the mattress would swallow you so that you didn’t have to face reality. tears were scarce by this point, most of them streaming down your cheeks as you sped away into the hall.

remus was still sitting in the common room, dumbfounded. “shit.” he mumbled, mind completely scattered after your turn. james and sirius turned to him, sympathetically, well as sympathetically as they could until sirius cocked an eyebrow and started to muse, “you gonna go get them lover-boy?”

“yeah-“ he smoothed his hands on his sweater, “i am.” remus stood up and took after you, knowing that you always holed yourself up in your dorm whenever anything upset you. ‘they’re bound to be wrapped in blankets, face in the pillows’ he thought.

and that’s how you were exactly. wrapped in a crocheted blanket, face in the pillows. you didn’t know if you wanted to scream, or cry, or just run away and get a new identity and start a new life at beauxbatons or something as a transfer student.

remus reached your dorm, fist quivering as he started to knock on your door. “y/n.” he called, voice wavering. you sat up, “the doors open, rem.” he peeked in, a goofy grin coming to his face. “there you are.” he chimed, closing the door behind him as he walked in, sitting on your bed beside you.

“you always do that, y’know? whenever you’re upset or embarrassed, you always wrap yourself in that blanket and lay face down. sometimes you scream, or cry, or just end up taking a nap.” he chuckles lightly. “i hope you don’t feel bad about earlier.” remus stares at his feet, tapping one against the hardwood flooring. “i just don’t wanna ruin our friendship with my stupid crush.” you admit, feeling defeated, but he chuckles again.

you turn to look at him and cock your head, “what’s so funny?” you feel even worse, is he mocking you right now? laughing in your face? ouch- remus you absolute douchebag.

but it’s none of that, “well, y/n, to put it plainly, i think i’m in love with you too.” he stops his foot, looking up at you. your eyes meet, hearts both racing. “oh.” is all you can manage. his eyes dart back to the floor, “would, uh” he clears his throat slightly, “could i kiss you? maybe? would that be okay?” remus’ face starts to turn pink, a colour that you always thought complimented him quite well.

“yeah. that would be fine.” you replied, breathlessly. him saying that completely winded you. he gently placed his pointer finger under your chin, thumb bumping against your bottom lip as he leaned in. your eyes fluttered shut as you met him in the middle, lips brushing. it took everything in you not to just die then and there.

you bumped noses a few times throughout the kiss, giggles filling the room as you both pulled away- feeling the same breathless feeling once more. “so, this isn’t gonna ruin our friendship, right?” you asked, a smile playing on your lips. “of course not, if anything, now i just want you to be my best-friend AND my partner.”

“that would be lovely, rem.” you smiled even wider, pulling him in for another kiss.

maybe this whole awkward and messy confession wasn’t as bad as you thought.