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beatles-slash-fiction · 3 years ago

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heyy I was reading old posts and there was a really good one where the boys were doing roleplay and george wanted to play out a rape scenario but john wound up being uncomfortable. I loved how john was so caring and nonjudgemental to try george's fantasy but I also kind of loved how he couldn't quite turn his protective instincts off and couldn't stand to see geo even possibly in pain. could we have a follow up where they find a way to finish the scene without making john too uncomfortable, somehow george can convince him that he trusts him and he feels safe even when he's pretending to be scared? and maybe some aftercare where we get a little insight as to why geo likes this, or if not just some sweetness between geo and his boys that shows they never actually wanted to hurt him. I know this is a really long ask and kind of old too so don't feel obligated lol. either way I love your stuff, the only reason I have a tumble is so I can get notified when you post lol. I usually get the notifications on my lunch break and I swear I get so damn excited lmao.

WARNING: mentions of non con (roleplay)

*****

John has been actively avoiding being alone with George ever since that night.

It’s nothing to do with George really; John is just ashamed of his own failings and hangups, and he really doesn’t want to talk about it. Even though Paul and Ringo have been insisting that he should talk about it.

So he feels his heart sinking a little when he’s watching telly on his own in the living room of the flat one afternoon, and George shuffles in.

“Hey,” George says softly. “Can I sit with you?”

He’s wearing a jumper that is slightly too large; the sleeves cover his hands. He’s too adorable to refuse.

“Always,” John replies.

George initially takes a seat gingerly a few inches away from John, but when the older man gives him a reassuring smile, he shifts so that they’re right next to each other, thighs touching. John immediately wraps an arm around George, smiling when the younger man settles comfortably against him.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” George says. “It’s because of the other night, isn’t it?”

John gives him a little squeeze. “I’ve been a bit of a cock, yeah. Not cos of you though. It’s me. I’m the one who freaked out and couldn’t go through with it. You’ve done stuff for me and the others and you deserve to have your fantasy too. So I’m sorry.”

He feels George snuggling closer to him.

“You don’t need to be sorry, John. I didn’t expect you to be comfortable with it. I’m glad you stopped it when you did and didn’t try and go on. I get it. You were worried you were hurting me.”

John’s eyes are starting to sting. “You were a really good actor.”

“You know I’d use the safe word though if I needed to. I’d let you know if you were really hurting me. I trust you, John. I trust all of you. I need you to trust me too. It goes both ways.”

“I trust you,” John says softly. “Completely. I just…it’s like a natural instinct, y’know. Seeing you in pain or distressed…even if I know it’s not real, I want to make it stop.”

He finally meets George’s eyes, which are warm and brown.

“Soppy git,” George says affectionately.

“I want to try again.” John brushes their lips together. “For you. But…I can’t guarantee I won’t freak out again.”

“That’s very sweet.” George smiles. “And we don’t have to rush into it. We can plan it all again and make sure you’re comfortable with it. And we can even maybe do a time out or something if you’re getting worried in the middle of things? To check in on how it’s going?”

He sounds so excited that John knows he has to try this again. He has to try for George.

*****

Paul and Ringo are very supportive when they talk about it that night at dinner.

John feels embarrassed that the support seems to be directed at him rather than George though, as if he’s the fragile one. As if he’s the one who needs to be comforted.

In the following days, they go through the same routine they went through last time.

They plan the whole thing meticulously. They block the scene. Every word, every movement. They learn each other’s boundaries inside and out. John, Paul and Ringo create fictional characters to play, because John still can’t stand the thought of doing this as himself, even if it is just pretend.

“Remember,” George tells him. “I know I’m safe with you. I’m telling you that now. I’ll be pretending that I’m scared and I don’t want it, but I do. I’ll use the safeword if it gets too much, and you need to do the same. And we can stop for a check in at any time.”

John is still sick with nerves though.

*****

When they begin the scene, it’s like a play they’ve rehearsed a hundred times.

John knows his lines so well that it barely feels like any effort.

He holds George down. Calls him a slut, a whore. Watches as Paul and Ringo rip his clothes off.

It’s when George starts to beg that John has to mentally take a deep breath.

“Please,” George chokes out through tears. “Please stop. Get off, I don’t want this-“

It’s just like they practised. It’s not real. George does want it; he’d told John he wanted it. He hasn’t used his safe word.

It’s the pained scream that George lets out when John enters him that makes him want to safeword.

He doesn’t though. He goes for the other alternative.

“Time out,” John says.

Everyone immediately breaks character.

“Are you alright?” George asks breathlessly, no longer sounding in pain.

John nods. “Yeah. Are you?”

George nods, smiling. “Yes. I’m fine. I’m good.”

John squeezes George’s hand, satisfied. “Just checking.” He steals a quick tender kiss. “Ok. Time in.”

And on they go.

That brief interlude is enough to keep John going to the end. It’s enough to reassure him that George is alright, that they’re doing this right.

When it’s over, George clings to John and kisses him, and tells him how much he loves him. How wonderful he was. How good he was.

It feels special, as if they’ve achieved something together.

And when the four of them settle down to sleep, John is the one that George cuddles up to.

“You don’t have to tell me,” John says, stroking George’s back, “and I won’t judge you; I’m just curious. What made you want to do this?”

George shrugs. “It’s hard to explain. It’s not like I fantasise about this really happening to me. I’d never want this to happen to anyone. And I’d never really thought about it until I met the three of you. It’s almost like it’s because I know I’m safe with you that I want to do it. I don’t know.”

John can understand where his youngest boyfriend is coming from.

“Thank you for doing this,” George says softly. “I love you.”

“Love you too, Georgie.”

It’s an experience John doesn’t want to rush to repeat, but he definitely feels as though it’s brought him closer to George.

And he hopes George feels closer to him too.

#tw non con

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citydreamgrls · 4 years ago

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a simple favour - part two

fred weasley x fem!reader

summary: it was all in her best interests, fred never meant to catch feelings for her. it had started as a simple favour.

words: 4,785

warnings: swearing , tw: stalking / stalker , smut in later parts (18+)

find part three here

“You did WHAT!” Ron was the first to respond to Fred’s confession. The rest weren’t far behind. Harry burst into a fit of nervous giggles, unable to truly contemplate it all George just switched up his facial expressions from confused to shocked to horrified over and over again. Hermione’s reaction was similar to Ron’s, as she threw herself into a flurry of telling Fred how mental he was, and asking him questions without waiting for answers.

All the while I sat in disbelief, unsure if I’d heard him correctly. I held my head upright, just a blank expression stuck on my face as I watched the wall, hoping that something would come to mind.

“YOU’RE FUCKING MENTAL FRED!’

“HAS SHE NOT GONE THROUGH ENOUGH?”

“GOD SHE’S ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS, THIS IS DISGUSTING.”

“Poor girl, you should be ashamed Fred.”

“And to think I ever looked up to you.”Ron huffed, setting Hermione off again.

“IS THIS YOUR IDEA OF A SICK JOKE?” She screeched, stopping everyone in their spiralling tracks, even making me look over to see what the twin would say.

“It- it just slipped out okay, but wait-” He stopped his brother from ripping his head off, “I think it might have done something.”

“Does he believe you?” I asked into the following silence, making him look at me with more of an apology than he had ever spoken aloud. “I can’t say for sure.. But he was definitely bothered by it.”

“And what if this is all he needs to get back at her, just a reason to hurt y/n?” Hermione asked.

Fred’s face dropped and he sighed with genuine regret, if what he was saying was true then it could go either way. Mclaggen could either get bored of seeing me with someone else and move on, or he could come after fuelled with jealousy.

“I’m sorry,” He finally spoke, looking over to me and keeping his eyes on mine as he carried on,“I know it isn’t ideal, but it could at least mean he isn’t as interested.”

“There isn’t much else we can do, is there?” My best friend replied, tying her hair up and sitting down in defeat.

“I suppose we better make him believe then.” I nodded, the words feeling heavy and wrong as they came from my throat. Nothing felt right about this, I felt bad for Fred having to lie for me and act as if he loved me just because some guy was being a creep.

Fred smiled weakly, he must have sensed my nerves. Or maybe I just wasn’t as good at hiding what I felt as I’d always presumed I was. Either way, he knew something about where my head was at. He was also right. This situation wasn’t ideal, but equally it was the only idea any of us had come up with that seemed to actually work in some way. Fred wasn’t malicious, he would only ever do this to help.

Now we just needed to pull it off properly.

None of us talked over it for long, no one really wanted to go into much detail of how soppy Fred and I needed to act around one another. No one less than Ron, who had a permanent scowl aimed at his brother as we discussed the plan. It all came down to what people outside of mine and Hermione’s room thought. It wasn’t just Cormac who we would be lying to, but everyone else in the school. If just one person caught wind that this was a set up, then it would be a wasted effort and I’d be stuck with a stalker for the rest of my time at Hogwarts.

“What about Ginny?” Harry asked, “Do we tell her?”

“She needs to believe it like everyone else,” Fred said. “If she thinks we’re together, then she’ll tell mum and dad straight away. Saves them hearing from anyone else, that would be more suspicious.”

“We can still tell her the truth,” Ron was still angry, finding every reason to disagree with people. “Even if she knows she can tell mum and dad.”

“She’s still young Ron, we can’t trust that she won’t let slip.” He argued back.

“She’s family you git, it isn’t fair to lie to her too!”

“Fred’s right.” Hermione put a hand on Ron’s, all of us nodding in agreement. “All of this stays between us, that’s all. We can trust one another, and that’s it. No one else.”

Ron reluctantly gave in, not quite agreeing, but nevertheless refraining from arguing the point any further. It all seemed quite futile to him, and something deep down made him wonder what his brother was up to. George coaxed everyone out, leaving Hermione and I to talk things over once again.

“One of us can watch the tower from the common room, that way he can’t get to you.” He explained once the boys were going down the stairs. I thanked him as he smiled and left, always the one to keep smiling despite the circumstances.

My best friend hugged me once again, refusing to let go as we tried to chat about anything other than Fred, which lasted about 2 minutes.

“What was he thinking?” She scoffed and I shrugged.

“It’s our only chance Mione,”

“And if it doesn’t work?”

“Then I’ll kill him.” My face was blank, probably pale and sickly. I felt sickly so it seemed right that I look the part.

“Who? Fred or Mclaggen?”

“Both,” I laughed, the tiniest glimmer of happiness stabbing its way through the dark. My friend’s wrapped round me more, unwilling to let go until she absolutely had to, her hands squeezed my sides comfortably. “Thank you, for stopping Mclaggen last night… and for looking after me so much.”

“I know you would do the same,” She smiled, stroking my hair with one hand.

“Were you scared too?” I asked, breathing deeply as I tried to repress that feeling I’d had seeing him standing in the middle of the room only a few steps away from my bed.

“A little bit,”

“You’re braver than me… what do you think he would hav-”

“Don’t think about it y/n, it’s over. Just focus on you and Fred.”

I sat up, her arms slipping away as I did so. She mimicked me, crossing her legs as I did mine and watched my mind whir as I thought about Fred over and over.

“There must have been other things he could’ve said.” I sighed, Hermione nodding.

“Probably..”

“Hell, he could’ve beaten him to the ground.” “So why didn’t he?” The girl asked, no answer coming to my mind but plenty inside hers. “I just think there’s a reason he lied to Mclaggen.”

“He said it slipped out,”

“Oh I believe that, but it’s what that means that’s confusing me.” She admitted, I frowned at her, not quite following.

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” She sat up onto her knees, looking me right in the eyes to make sure I understood what she was thinking. “For Fred, the guy who couldn't care less about girls, to suddenly pretend he has a girlfriend seems strange. But when he said it just slipped out to Cormac, I think he was thinking of you more than himself.”

She was right about Fred not being bothered with girls, he’d seen George mess around with enough of them that the aspect of a relationship probably seemed useless to him.

“Yeah I understand that, he was confronting him about me.”

“But… he could’ve said anything else. Why did Fred, think about you and his head immediately go to girlfriend?” She leant back now, satisfied with her theory. I hummed.

“Maybe you’re over-analysing it a bit?” Hermione did tend to after all.

“I have a gut feeling about this one.”

Harry came to check on me halfway through the day, telling us that Ron had been sulking all day despite Fred's attempts to apologise. Hermione went to spend some time in the library as I continued to hide away in our dorm, refusing to come out until dinner. Tomorrow would be a different day, I’d have classes all over again but luckily none with Mclaggen because he was in the year above. However, it meant I’d be matched with people asking questions, whether they knew about the night’s events or not. I now had a fake relationship to speak for, not to mention I needed to be somewhat happy about it too in order for things to go smoothly.

“Hi.” Fred said quietly, making Harry look up from his magazine. He got the idea and left us to it, shutting the door behind him.

“I’ll see you at dinner y/n.” He smiled sweetly, each step echoing down the stairs. The twin shuffled over to sit on Hermione’s bed to face me.

“How are you feeling?” He asked me, avoiding my empty eyes.

“Fine,” I smiled weakly, doing my best to lie. I didn’t want him to think I was nervous.

“I cannot apologise enough,” He started, hands moving slightly as if he wanted to reach out for mine. But they went back to his lap, fingers tightly crossed over one another, I watched him clench them until his knuckles went white.

I felt like a toddler that needed watching all the time, like he wasn’t sure what to do with me or how to talk.

“Fred don’t, just- it’s fine.” I stood up and walked across the room, desperately trying to find something to busy myself with. I folded some clean clothes, his eyes on my shaky form.

“You’re nervous?” He tried again, his voice scratching the air. I nodded, not daring to turn around and face him. I felt pathetic alone in his presence, vulnerable to his gaze as I clutched a jumper Ron had given me one Christmas between my fingers.

My thoughts were scrambled but they refused to come out to Fred. So we were alone in the silence.

“Everyone’s angry, aren’t they?” I said, at first to himself, but when I peered over he was waiting for me to tell him otherwise.

“I am grateful Fred,I know you were just looking out for me.” He smiled, having been given the reassurance he’d wanted.

“We all are.”

I swallowed once, feeling the spit slide down my throat with a disgusting taste. He meant that as a humbling comment, to show that everyone else cared as much as he did, but why was I disappointed. Had I really been holding out hope that he wanted this?

“Do you need any time before we go?” I nodded, suddenly realising how much of a state I must have been in from the night before.

“I should probably shower,” The words came out meekly, like I was too scared to speak any louder.

“Okay, you can use our bathroom.”

Hermione and I didn’t have a bathroom big enough for a shower in our dorm, subjected to walking halfway across the castle each morning before breakfast. Yet Fred and George had been lucky enough to bag a room with a bigger bathroom, giving them an annoyingly better deal than us.

He checked that the common room was empty before letting me walk through it to get to his dorm. I had never been inside, the twins rarely using their room for anything besides sleeping and washing. They did share it with another boy, Lee Jordan, but as Fred explained he was never really around either.

I showered quickly, enough time to enjoy the privacy of the warm water as I shivered beneath it. Fred was waiting outside, that I could tell from his light footsteps as he paced the room.

“Ready?” The boy stopped walking when I came out, fresh clothes on and my others in a small bundle in my arms. “I’ll put those in with my laundry if you want?” I smiled and dumped it in his little washing basket, taking a deep breath.

He gave me a sudden hug, making me jump slightly. Fred wasn’t one for complex emotions, generally sticking to the safety net that was happiness and anger. I certainly hadn’t seen him hug a single person before without being coerced. Maybe he saw me as such a basket case, that he didn't even know how to react.

“I’m fine Fred.” I laughed awkwardly, patting his back and letting him pull away. For a second I thought he hadn’t heard me, because he didn’t move away, but then he coughed himself back to normal and turned to leave. Me following behind, more confused than ever.

The noise of voices in the great hall boomed louder than ever before, even from down the hall. Fred had started holding my hand the second we’d left the common room, chatting casually to me as we walked through the castle, people giving us looks as we passed them. I too wouldn’t have understood his change in demeanor, he had never been overly affectionate to anyone. Yet here he was, acting as if I was the only person in this whole school. We didn’t stop to discuss anything, or reassure one another, before walking into the hall. I feared that if we had done so, then that slight slither of courage I had would’ve melted away quicker than wax.

Fred’s smile was so natural as I peered up to him, already looking over at George on the Gryffindor table. They were all at our usual spot, watching expectantly as I did my best to ignore the many turned heads and hushed murmurs of surprise. My eyes were fixated on Hermione, who seemed to express a great deal of pride. I hadn’t even noticed that we’d passed Mclaggen’s end of the table, Fred’s body blocking that side so I never even saw him.

When we sat down, I shuddered at the feeling of Fred’s arm around me, which I hope he hadn’t noticed. It was strange, having someone’s hands on me at all times, even worse when it was Fred's. I’d seen the boy fidget before, it was a normal occurrence, but to be the one on the receiving end of his restless fingers playing in my hand was weird.

It was as if he wasn’t necessarily paying attention to me, but yet he was letting me know I was still on his mind. All without a single word spoken. It was nice just to see a different side to the boy, but I needed to remember that all of this wasn’t real. None of these feelings were true to Fred.

Ron ate his food in silence, refraining from looking over at either me or his brother. I ate slowly, mostly speaking to Hermione and Harry and avoiding eye contact with anyone else in the hall, especially him. George and Fred were keeping themselves entertained, which made things much easier for me as I realised that I had no clue how to chat normally with Fred. A fact that became evident as we walked hand in hand through the halls.

Some people congratulated Fred as he took me to potions class, most just whispered about us as if they were invisible. I stayed quiet, the attention mostly on him thank god.

“You didn’t have to bring me,” I smiled as we stopped outside the classroom door “I’m sure people would still believe you.” I whispered.

“Y/n.” He frowned, like I was a naughty child.

“Sorry.” I became very aware of him flipping out. Not even one whole day, and he was already seemingly sick of pretending. The boy looked around, eyeing up a group of Ravenclaw’s hanging out at the other end of the hallway and sighed, turning back to me.

“I didn’t mean it like that, sorry.” He took my hand again, confusing me with a gentle smile.

It became apparent that Fred was a great liar, both to me and everyone else. He said goodbye, and I did my best to produce a fake smile, not that he would be able to tell the difference.

Fred watched her leave, noticing how uncomfortable her smile had been and wanting to punch himself in the face. Why was he acting like such an idiot around her? She was so easy to be happy around, but he repressed it, not enjoying the vulnerability she instilled in him.

He couldn’t deny himself the joy that came with the smiles, or when she held his hand so small inside his own. But he couldn’t let her know that, not ever. Because, when she looked up at him, those eyes so big and innocent, he wanted nothing more than to keep her safe from all the world’s evil. That was what made him weak to her.

She wasn’t ‘his’ in any sense of the word, not a possession like Cormac had described, but god why did he like showing her off to all the boys in her year. The same dirty guys that had confessed the things they wanted to do to her in the dark during a game of truth or dare. Thinking back on it made him mad, physically furious, he wanted to go back and kick them all in the mouths for ever defiling her that way.

It was wrong. Fred felt as though he was benefiting from something y/n had been so traumatised over, like he was her protector from Mclaggen and now she owed him the satisfaction of acting as his girlfriend. He had the nerve to revel in every fucking second of it too.

Fred felt as bad as her stalker. He felt as vulnerable to her as Cormac was, begging for her over and over until it drove him mad. He saw how easily love had turned his father obedient to his mother, and he’d watched Ron stumble over words whenever Hermione looked him straight in the eyes. Fred wasn’t like them, he didn’t need a relationship to belittle him as he’d watched it do to others. He needed to control himself, but it was so hard when he held her and felt what it was like to be under that trance.

She was most likely only being polite with him because he was just that little bit better than someone who broke into her dorm to do god knows what. He wished that she hated him, that she would scream and yell and tell him what a dick he was for making her do this. At least in that case, it would be easier to forget all that he wanted from her. It made him angry that she was so encaptivating, so furious that he felt the need to push her away.

That rage had gotten everyone into this mess to begin with, that anger had made him notice those desperate feelings for y/n that shouldn’t exist. Fred vowed to himself in that moment, he would do everything in his power to rid any attraction to the girl he merely owed a favour to.

Days went by, Fred and I agreeing that kissing one another on the cheek was far enough for people to still believe while not making things awkward between us. The boy, however, was becoming increasingly distant over the next few days. He seemed so calm and collected when we were around others, but the second we were alone he shut down.

His hands would drop mine as if I was the plague, no words exchanged. It hurt, knowing that it truly was all an act, contrary to Hermione’s theory. But nothing else had been hinted at from the start, he himself told all of us how much of a mistake it was. Now I had no choice but to believe him when he said that.

Each time he went silent, or grunted to me instead of talking, I was reminded of how many times he apologised. How quickly he regretted his actions, the second he’d told all of us that morning in my dorm. He never did it for me, I was just naive enough to think differently. Maybe it hurt because he was so convincing, he held me proudly and smiled as if I was the only person in the room. But I too was just someone else being fooled by a very good actor.

The only upside to it all was that Mcglaggen seemed to back off a bit, keeping the creepiness down to just stares across the great hall. It put me at ease again, knowing that I wouldn’t have to worry about walking into a room of flowers and gifts from someone I despised. At this point, he had to be yet another believer of mine and Fred’s fake relationship, thank god.

“I think he hates me,” I said into the darkness one night, unable to sleep and hoping my best friend would be the same.

“Who does?” She grumbled, drowsiness in her voice but not in her body.

“Fred.”

“Why do you say that?”

“You must’ve seen it too, he just ignores everything I say. Like he can’t even stand to be around me.” I huffed.

“Maybe he feels bad for you, he kind of forced it upon you.”

“It doesn't feel like pity… more like disgust.”

Hermione fell silent, searching her mind for a good response.

“Maybe there’s something else on his mind?” She explained.

“Maybe,” I rolled over and looked at the room from my bed, sighing and closing my eyes in another futile attempt to sleep.

I soon realised it was so incredibly stupid of me to ever think that Cormac would have backed off when I snuck off to the black lake one evening to have some time to myself. All I’d done for weeks on end was in the company of others, and it had started to suffocate me slightly. Hermione hadn’t mentioned our conversation about Fred, and his attitudes had only worsened over time, so I just decided to keep it all to myself. I’d snuck off while everyone was busy and walked to the water’s edge, watching the sunset.

It was peaceful, and refreshing to be alone. Finally, I could enjoy my own thoughts without someone interrupting them or the need to fill the silence between Fred and I. He had barely spoken to me all day, only putting on a smile at breakfast before going off to quidditch. Then he disappeared, not even turning up to dinner later on, which seemed to make some people talk as I prodded the food around my plate.

My mood’s were at an all time low, Fred’s constant rejection only pushing them deeper. I’d never needed his approval before, so why was I longing for it now? I hated that I wanted him to come and tell me he was sorry for being off with me. In reality, he probably enjoyed the one day without me around to bother him.

“All alone y/n?” His voice made me want to cry, the once bubbling anger had been conditioned into fear every time I heard him speak. I turned around, ready to leap up and run at any moment. Cormac stood smugly, arms crossed, as if he had finally gotten what he wanted. He had. Now I was all on my own, as he’d asked me already, and he could do whatever he’d wanted to since he’d laid eyes on me.

“What do you want?” I forced the words out shakily, only making him smile more.

He stepped forward and I scrambled to my feet clumsily, stepping back as he came closer.

“I want you to myself y/n, you’re wasting your time with Weasley.” I cringed at his words, if only he knew. I moved around him, trying to leave. But he would never give up that easy, he followed me up the hill with ease.

“Stop it.” I begged.

“We’re meant to be together y/n,” He smiled, reaching for my hand but I just sped up. Making him jog after me. He wasn’t quite chasing me, neither of us moving fast enough for that, but it felt like a wolf closing in on me. “You can’t deny your feelings, can you?”

I stopped, for a split second pondering over the idea that he was talking about Fred. Then he smirked, that ugly god awful, gut-wrenching smile and I remembered that when Cormac spoke it was only ever in his own interest. So I kept walking, finally reaching the bridge to the courtyard.

“I’d love you so much more than he could y/n,” I didn’t dare respond, the tears pricking at my eyes. “He barely pays attention to you, I see it, there’s no spark with you two.” I hated that he was so right.

His words were impossible to ignore, even as we got into the castle with noises everywhere, Cormac’s rang out above them all. “Does Weasley ever touch you?” He asked me, that sick feeling increasing by the second.

Just the stairs to go, then I’d be inside the common room. Someone had to be there, and if not then Hermione was bound to be in the dorm. I prayed I wouldn’t be alone, I had no chance against Mclaggen if I needed to defend myself. I was fearing for the worst, his words unrelenting as he demanded to know intimate details.

“I want to be all over your body,” He whispered as I spoke the password, the painting swinging open. I’d never run inside so quickly, just to whip round to the boy following me closely. He seemed caught off guard, stumbling a little in his step.

“You’re a sick fucker, what will it take for you to understand that no one is ever gonna love you if you threaten them!” I screamed in his face, not giving him a chance to respond.

“I’m not something you can play about with, I’m a fucking person. Do everyone a favour Cormac and leave!”

I hadn’t spotted the three boys peering over at us, getting up in defense the second they saw who had followed me. Ron, Fred and George waited until I was done before coming to my side.

“There he is, your precious boyfriend.” I rolled my eyes at him and turned away again, not in any mood to deal with any of them.

“Leave her alone Mclaggen, she’s had enough of your shit.” Fred pushed the boy to the ground, towering over him with a foot pressed to his neck. He nodded, wanting to be let free and got up to rush off. I scoffed, but not at the pervert.

“I bet you’re so proud of yourself aren’t you,” I huffed, making Fred frown. He’d yet to see me mad, but it had been growing over time.

“What’s wrong?” His tone was dull, as if he couldn’t be bothered.

“You, you’re so full of yourself” I scoffed again.

Ron and George sloped off, deciding this was between the two of us alone.

“What did he say to you?” Fred tried to change the subject with a sudden gentle tone.

“Jesus why do you do that?”

“Do what?”

My face was blank with annoyance. He was so thick sometimes. He must know what he was doing, no one was that ignorant.

“You spend all day acting as if you hate me, out of nowhere, and then you do this. Play all protective and caring as if it’s normal. None of this IS NORMAL!” I was getting closer to him, trying my best to get him to understand from nearly half a foot shorter.

“I’m doing what we agreed, what’s the problem.”

“Do you hate me? Is that what it is, because tell me now and we can end this.” I laughed, wanting nothing more than to be far away from him.

“Y/n you’re mad over nothing.” He lied.

“I actually thought you could be half decent... but jokes on me eh?” I ranted, getting more and more furious by the second. I could see he was hurt, but my words were still riling him up and pissing him off. Fred took a deep breath to compose himself.

“It’s complicated y/n,” He tried his best to explain calmly, but I was too far gone.

“I get that I’m just charity work to you Fred.”

I went back out of the common room, passing Ron and George leant against a painting on my way down. They called after me, confused, as I raced down the stairs, but I didn’t dare stop. I needed to be away from them all, somewhere safe where I could hide from it all for a little while.

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kindofinprogress · 4 years ago

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What. A. Git.

Harry Potter fell in love at 18.

At least, that’s how old he was when he realized he was in love. He’d felt quite at home in this state so surely it must have happened when he wasn’t looking. Perhaps it happened when he was 16 and playing quidditch with her in the back garden of her home or later that year when an untamed amount of anger filled him at the sight of another boy near her in all the ways he’d wish he could be. Maybe it happened after their historic first kiss in front of 50 of their peers or the subsequent, equally as historic (although much more private), “walk” after said kiss. Maybe it was later, when he was 17, sometime in the nine grueling months he had to spend away from her- where all he could do was try and not think about how much he missed her. Distance makes the heart grow fonder and all that, right? Or, it could have happened the second, the very mind-clouding moment, that he got to hold her in his arms again after those nine months and the battle that ended the war in which he lost so much. But not her. She managed to come out on the other side and he couldn’t thank enough deities about it if he tried.

Whenever it was- he was sure he was fully, irrevocably, assuredly, enduringly, and all of the other painfully cliche words one could come up with, in love exactly one month after she left on a train for her last year of schooling.

Harry Potter was pitiful. That’s the word that Ron used, anyway. Well, if not being able to stand missing Ginny, his Ginny after the longest, grueling month of his life then that was fine. Alright, perhaps it was possible he’d had worse months so maybe he could tone down the dramatics. But, Harry rationalized, last year he had countless “worst” months- one right after the other in what at the time seemed like an endless string. And even back then he would have given up the world to be able to drop everything and get one good look at her. And he could do that now- quite easily and with a lot less at stake.

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It was after dinner at the Burrow where Harry sat in a room eating a delicious plate made by a stern and loving woman who’s laugh and annoyed tuts reminded him of his Ginny, sat next to a man with his Ginny’s wonderful curiosity, and surrounded by her brothers who had a mischievous edge to their jokes which only his Ginny could rival that he decided he would do just that. Drop everything and go see her- no matter how pathetic that made him in the eyes of his best mate.

Dinner was a more quiet affair these days. Spirits had livened up just enough at the end of September to where everyone could joke and ask each other about their days with genuine interest because they didn’t always end up back at sorrow-filled points but not enough that not at least one persons’ eyes welled up with tears by the end of the night. Or that someone had to excuse themselves when they almost mentioned Fred. But tonight, it wasn’t the collective longing for Fred to fill his seat at the dinner table or the mention of Teddy and the painful reminder that a 60-year-old woman and an 18-year-old man were now his main caretakers rather than his young and kind parents that created a knot in Harry’s throat. It was the mention of Ginny and the oh-how-busy-she-must-be fussing over her too-short letters home and her oh-so-important exams at the end of the year. After she came up Harry was in no mood to answer questions about his training, or if he and Ron would want the leftovers from tonights’ dinner, or to stay ‘round for after dinner drinks with the boys. Harry did stay, not from a lack of trying to leave though. Ron practically plucked him out of the floo and forced an ale into his palm. “Lighten up, we’ll see them at the end of October in Hogsmeade. No need to let a few miles soil our night.”

So, fine. Harry stayed and sulked over exactly one drink. He bid the clan of red-headed brothers goodnight while Ron went to the loo. Harry got home, put on his pajamas, washed his face and wrote a quick note to Ginny to meet him in the Shrieking Shack on the following night- October first. It was a Thursday and Harry figured it was too early in the year for any professors to be dishing out detentions to a castle full of grieving students and it wasn’t a special feast that night so the only thing that might get in his way would be Hermione’s time table.

The next morning, after about 5 more “you’re absolutely pitiful”’s from Ron, and a detailed description of exactly what he was to tell their training Auror his excuse for skiving off in the middle of a work week Harry set off for Hogwarts.

He arrived in town with enough time to stop by the Hog’s Head and grab dinner at the dusty bar and a quick conversation with the aloof Aberforth. The night’s air was well chilly as he made his way to the old, creaking shack and it wasn’t much better from inside. Harry made quick work to try and warm the place up with some charms but only managed to make it bearably stuffy before the door from the secret passage swung wide open and a red blur launched into his chest. Harry took in her flowery scent and dug his fingers into her hips bringing her as close as possible to him. Ginny looked up and met his eyes and Harry couldn’t help but bring his mouth to hers. The kiss was simple and all-consuming. It made his mind swirl. When he finally broke it and got a good look at her face he couldn’t help the soppy grin that overtook his features. It was so easy to let the world melt away and feel so happy with his Ginny around.

“Hey, you. You didn't just come all the way here to stare at me all night did you? We have pictures for that sort of thing you know.”

“Sorry.” He blurted. “No, that’s not what I came for. But it is quite fun. Be quiet and give me about another minute, would you?”

“Harry!” She giggled and swat at his arm. She leaned in and gave him a quick peck before untangling herself from him. “Why did you come? Is everything alright?” Her expression softened with concern in a way that made her look so absolutely endearing Harry swept her up and rightfully snogged her. When they broke apart, panting and out of breath minutes later he apologized again. “Sorry- couldn’t help it.”

He gave her a sheepish smile suddenly feeling just as pathetic as Ron had painted him to be. “I just. Er- I missed you. Is all. And I- I just wanted to see you. Is that okay? I’m sorry, you didn’t have anything important going on did you? Practice? I don’t even bloody know when you practice and I just made you drop everything because I’m a pathetic sop. I’m sor-”

Ginny shut him up with one of those small pecks that took his breath and all coherent thoughts away. “You silly man. Of course it’s alright, Harry. It’s more than alright. I’ve missed you too. I do have to admit you made me nervous with that note. It didn’t say anything!”

“Oh, bugger. I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s alright, it freaked Hermione out enough to let me off the hook from studying with her tonight. We’ve been going over the same bloody chapter all week, Harry! I know you warned me but Godric, Hermione is boring me to tears and I think she’s enjoying it!”

Harry laughed and they exchanged another small moment of pure bliss. She had a way of doing that, Harry noticed. Filling a moment with everything. Filling him to the brim with happiness in the most minute ways. In that moment Harry wondered if that’s what his father felt for his mother. Later, Harry would reason with himself that James must have- for if anything was worth falling in love and marrying a girl straight out of school in the middle of a war that that feeling -this feeling- must have been in.

“Please, do carry on about your wild school year full of studying and classes.”

“Oh, only if you promise to drone on about your stuffy old coworkers and shoes that pinch your toes.”

“Hey, I’m serious! I want to know everything. I know you don’t put it all in your letters. I can tell your hand gets cramped when your writing gets all crooked and starts leaning on its side- which happens in every letter so I know you haven’t included everything you’ve wanted to.”

So Ginny spent the next half hour telling Harry about everything she felt was too little to write in her letters. Truthfully, she thought they were too little to be mentioning now when they had such a short time together but he truly seemed to be enjoying the conversation so she kept on only so he would keep looking at her like that. Like she was enchanting and everything. Ginny got the sudden courage to do something she’d been terrified of for weeks. “I had my career meeting with McGonagall my first week.” Harry searched deep in his brain for something to say to that- try as he might he couldn’t think of any specifics to ask- surely she’d mentioned this to him before. It was one of the most important meetings 5th, 6th, and 7th years had yearly and Ginny must’ve- “I didn’t mention it before because what we talked about just kind of happened. I just blurted it out without meaning to and she encouraged me, Harry. Me! She really thinks I’m capable of it.” Ginny let anticipation hang in the air for a second- reveling in the way she had Harry’s undivided attention. “She’s getting scouts from all over to come watch me play! I’m going to play quidditch professionally, Harry! Well, maybe. I have to be impressive enough for them to actually offer anything but-”

“You’re going to be amazing, Gin. Those scouts won’t know what hit them.”

“Oh, Harry. I knew I was right to wait to tell you before anyone else.”

Harry’s heart swelled with pride. He felt like he’d won a prize at that. It was in that moment that Harry realized he needed this for the rest of his life. To be the first one she shared good news with, to never miss out on being her biggest supporter, to get to watch her smile like this. To be around for all things Ginny Weasley.

It was ridiculous, then, the thought that before this visit he hadn’t known he was in love with her. She was Ginny Weasley. Beautiful Ginny who had boys falling at her feet, kind Ginny who took care of everyone she came in contact with, brilliant Ginny who was quick as a whip, brave Ginny who fought in a war at age 16 and faced much darker still at age 11- his Ginny. His talented, talented Ginny who was going to be a professional athlete. How cool was that? She was so cool and brave- his Ginny. Just looking at her now, talking a mile a minute, blushing at the confession that she’d been worried about her family’s reaction to her decision- about his reaction, eliciting confidence- he knew he was head over heels in love. She deserved the world and Harry would do anything to be the one to personally hand it to her.

Harry spent a while celebrating with Ginny and reluctantly left her to go to bed -way past her curfew- after about her tenth yawn. With promises to write and see each other soon Harry left on his way home feeling much lighter than he had in weeks.

Harry had always thought when he felt love for the first time it would be a bit more climactic than this. But strangely, this felt much better than any notion of falling in love he’d built up in his head. This was easy… natural. Nothing dramatic or flashy just… just the sheer act of being with Ginny was enough. And he was so fine with that.

It wasn’t until much later- in the early hours of the morning when Harry was finally crawling into bed that he realized he hadn’t even told her he loved her. What. A. Git.

#hinny fluff #hinny #harry x ginny

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theweasleysredhair · 4 years ago

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Me Being a Soppy Git As Per ❤️

as 2020 comes to a close, i just wanna say a few words of thanks to everyone who has ever interacted with me and my blog. i’m so so grateful for how far my blog has come and for all the amazing support and feedback i’ve received on my work. i adore each and every one of you, i see you all in my notifs and with every like, comment and reblog, my love grows even more ❤️

in particular, i want to thank a few people who have made this year amazing for me in one way or another. now i’m writing this quickly so i do apologise if i miss anyone out!! and please remember that i adore every single one of you. thank you so so much for everything you’ve done for me! 🥰

(okay so firstly most of these guys are people i talk to/interact with on nearly a daily basis, or people who have really really made this year so wonderful for me!! i can never thank you all enough!!)

@loony-loopy-lupinn soph, you are possibly very literally the sweetest angel i’ve ever had the privilege of speaking to. you’re an absolute ray of sunshine, i adore you so so much, much more than you could ever know. thank you so much for everything, for always being there for me, for talking about literally anything and everything. you’re amazing, i can’t imagine my life without you in it!! ❤️❤️

@wand3ringr0s3 haley, i don’t even know where to begin. i know you only joined tumblr a few months ago but in that time you’ve become such an important person to me. you’re absolutely amazing, i love you more than words can say. thank you for being such a wonderful friend! i don’t know what i did to deserve you but i’m so glad you’re in my life. keep doing what you’re doing. you are, and correct me if i used this word wrong bc i am as far away from a gamer as can be, poggers 🥰❤️

@ickle-ronniekins ericaa, what a queen. you’re literally one of the sweetest, kindest people and i’m so so grateful to be able to call you my friend!! thank you for just always being there and being you, and chatting absolute rubbish with me and talking about our lil weasley twinnies and yet also talking about serious life stuff™️. i love you so so much!! literally an irreplaceable person in my life! also i love that you love impractical jokers like i do, such a revelation to our friendship, it’s so great ❤️

@harrysweasleys alexa you are a goddess, i love you sm. genuinely couldn’t ask for a nicer, lovelier person. you’re always there to support me and talk about anything and everything and i can’t thank you enough!! you’re one of the people i talk to most on here and i can’t believe it’s only been a few months, literally feels like i’ve known you for years!! but anyways, thank you so so much for being you, you’re such a wonderful person and i adore you 🥰❤️

@diary-of-an-onliner thea i literally adore you. you make me laugh so so much and can put a smile on my face within seconds!! i love sharing shoe pics w you, they’re always so so stunning. thank you for being you, you’re amazing, you’re talented, you’re beautiful. idk what more i could want in a friend 🥺❤️

@harrypotter-and-the-onering babe, you are one of the loveliest people i’ve ever spoken to. you’re so incredibly amazing, and i’m so grateful we’ve been able to speak so much over over the last few months!! honestly i could not ask for a better friend, you’re so wonderful, so amazing, thank you so so much for being you ❤️

@pit-and-the-pen kaylah, you’re one of the sweetest people ever!! and you’re so so talented, you blow me away with everything you do. thank you for being so supportive and just such an amazing friend!! keep being you and i hope 2021 is just as fabulous as you are!! ☺️❤️

@princesse-de-ravenclaw juliet, i don’t even have enough words to express how much i adore you. it’s been like what, 4 years?? since i met you and honestly i’m just so grateful to be able to call you a friend!! you’re so talented and so so sweet, i absolutely adore you angel!! 🥰❤️

@izzytheninja you’re so so sweet my love!! thank you so much for talking about anything and everything with me!! i’m so so happy you started up posting writing this year, you are so talented!! i hope your 2021 is as amazing as you are!! ❤️

@girl-next-door-writes thank you so much for talking twins with me!! it’s always amazing to bounce ideas off someone and i love the fic we discussed a few weeks back, i can’t wait to write it!! thank you for being so amazing and so sweet!! ilysm!! ☺️❤️

@acciotwinz where do i begin?? you’ve been such a light in my life this year!! keep on being you, you’re absolutely amazing and i love you so so much!! 🥰❤️

@theweirdsideofstuff babee, you’re one of the sweetest people ever!! you (and your pets!!) always put a smile on my face, thank you so so much for being so amazing!! ☺️❤️

@elf-punk you’re so so amazing, i adore you so much!! thank you for everything you’ve done for me, whether it’s a simple message checking up on me, helping co-create freb or just overall being one of the most supportive people ever!! ❤️

@gryffindors-weasley sophieee!! thank you so so much for all your sweet messages!! i love seeing your asks in my inbox, you’re so so lovely!! i can’t wait to read more of your work and get to know you better in 2021!! keep being your amazing self, i love you so much!! 🥰❤️

@pigwidgexn your comments on my work literally make my day, i honestly can’t stop smiling when i read them!! thank you so so much for being so sweet and for liking and taking the time to read my work!! i love and appreciate everything you’ve done for me!! ❤️

@vogueweasley mere, you’re one of the kindest people i’ve spoken to on here, and always hype me up and i adore you for that!! thank you so much for all your kind words on my fics and for being so absolutely wonderful!! ilysm!! 🥰❤️

@starlightweasley zahra, thank you so much for being so so lovely to me this year!! i’ve loved every single conversation we’ve had, you’re so so sweet, so funny and i adore you sm!! thank you for being you!! i love youu ☺️❤️

@whiz-bangs78 jess, thank you so much for being so sweet and so supportive!! i always love your feedback comments on my fics, thank you for taking the time to read!! you never fail to make me smile when i see you on my dash, keep being your wonderful self!! ❤️

@thisismysketchbook thank you so so much for all your kind words on my fics!! i always look forward to reading your feedback, it just makes me so so happy!! you’re so lovely, and from the times we’ve spoken i know you’re such an amazing person too!! thank you so much for all your support!! 🥰❤️

and she’s not on tumblr anymore but i’m also gonna include the amazing dee (who was @/obsessedwithrandomthings and then @/deehereforabit). dee was (and still is) my go-to person for literally everything. i love her more than anything, can literally talk to her about anything and everything, and no matter where she is i can promise i will always take the time to annoy her 😁😁 i promise ily really dee ❤️

~*~

in addition to these guys, i want to thank the following blogs for being so amazing, for leaving feedback on my work, for being so so lovely to talk to, for creating amazing fics and for overall just making this year so amazing for me on here!! (i’m only allowed 50 mentions per post so i apologise that i couldn’t fit everyone on here but please know i very much love and appreciate every single one of you, i hope you have an amazing new year, i can’t thank you enough for everything!!) ❤️❤️

@valwritesx @vivianweasley @iliveiloveiwrite @immobulusmalfoy @kashishwrites @rekrappeter @they-write-once-in-a-blue-moon @kalimagik @with-love-anu @lenalxvegood @stupxfy @emcchi @heloisedaphnebrightmore @marvelettesassemble @oh-for-merlins-sake @awritingtree @cappsikle @durmstrange @chaoticgirl04 @boxofbadaddiction @manic-creator @thisismynerdyself @badfvith @wandsandwheezes @holdupwhat @fleurho @gcdric @hufflepuff5972 @rosaliepostsstuff @plant-flwrs @thatfuckingliardavidtennant

here’s to 2021 guys!! i hope it brings amazing things for everyone and thank you again for everything!! 🥰❤️❤️

#me being a wet wipe #i’m in my feels #ily guys #i love everyone #thank you for everything!! <3

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remywrites5 · 5 years ago

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Hi, I really love your fics and I was wondering if you could write a drarry fic where It's the Christmas hols and Draco sends Harry a card but it's really sappy(cuz they are already dating) and Fred and George steal it and read it out to the whole Weasley family. Then Ron and Hermione are trying to find out who it's from. Sory that was quite long I have so many ideas hehe

Merry Christmas everyone! (Or whatever winter holiday you celebrate!)

***

Harry tugged Draco closer by the front of his robes. They only had half an hour left before the train would be there to take them home for the holidays. It was plenty of time to get some last minute snogging in before they were to be separated until the New Year. They’d found a dark corner where they wouldn’t be disturbed.

“When are you going to tell everyone about us?” Draco asked when he managed to unlock his lips from Harry’s for a moment.

“I will,” Harry promised before capturing Draco’s lips again.

Draco huffed in annoyance but let himself be kissed. “That’s not an answer, Potter.”

Harry pulled back, rolling his eyes exaggeratedly. “Honestly Draco, we’ve been together for three weeks now. You still can’t call me Harry?”

Draco grinned. “You like the way I say your surname,” he reasoned, nipping playfully at Harry’s bottom lip. “Don’t deny it.”

“You’re such a git,” Harry admonished gently, tugging at the hair at Draco’s nape and making him gasp softly. “I don’t know why I like you.”

“If I recall it had something to do with my arse and how shiny my hair is,” Draco teased him. “Not to mention my charm.”

“Hmm,” Harry hummed, pulling Draco into another kiss, quickly deepening it and sliding his tongue into Draco’s mouth. “Yeah and why do you like me?”

They heard a group of students coming down the corridor and both sprang apart quickly. Harry blushed scarlet and cleared his throat.

Draco raised an eyebrow at him but didn’t say anything. “Guess you’ll have to wait until after the New Year to find out.” Harry whined and wanted to pull Draco back to him. His boyfriend smirked at him as if he knew exactly what Harry was thinking. He shot Harry a cheeky wink and then slipped into the crowd. “See you around, Potter.”

Harry waited a few moments so no one would see him leaving the same dark corner as Draco. After what felt like an appropriate amount of time, Harry grabbed his stuff and joined the crowd headed out to go home. He found Ron and Hermione on the train, making an excuse for where he’d disappeared to, and listened to them chat as they made their way to King’s Cross Station. He wasn’t thinking about a certain blond tosser and his wicked lips or his infuriating manner. Not at all.

***

“You alright, Harry?” Sirius asked when they got a moment alone at Grimmauld place. “You seem a bit distracted.”

“Oh no, I’m fine,” Harry said, smiling kindly at his godfather. He was glad that he got a chance to spend Christmas with Sirius. There had been so little time to see him.

Sirius gave him a look as if he knew better. Harry felt himself blush under the scrutiny and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. He knew if anyone would understand it would probably be Sirius. After all, Sirius was into blokes as well and Draco was technically his family.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want, Harry,” Sirius said, putting his hand on Harry’s shoulder. “But you know that you can tell me anything, right? Granted I haven’t had much practice with this whole Godfather thing but I’m here for you no matter what.”

Harry chewed his bottom lip. “You promise you won’t tell anyone else?”

Sirius chuckled. “Honestly Harry, I don’t know what could be going on that has you this worried – “

“I have a boyfriend,” Harry blurted out before slapping his hand over his mouth.

Sirius laughed harder. “Oh Harry,” he said, pulling Harry into a hug. “Is that all? From the way you were acting I thought it was something a lot more dire.”

Harry shook his head and hugged Sirius tightly. “No, I just haven’t told anyone yet. Not even Ron or Hermione.”

Sirius pulled back and ruffled Harry’s hair. “Well I’m honored that you came to me first,” he said, grinning like mad at Harry. “So who is it? I’m guessing it’s not Ron.”

“No,” Harry said, making a face. “It’s…um…Draco…you know…Malfoy.”

Sirius raised an eyebrow. “Lucius and Narcissa’s boy?”

“Yeah,” Harry said, sighing heavily, his shoulders slumping. “That’s the one.”

“How did that happen?”

“I don’t know,” Harry said honestly. “He’s obnoxious and terrible but I couldn’t stop looking at him, you know? And then I noticed that he couldn’t stop looking at me either. It kind of just, um, went on from there.”

Sirius had a huge smile on his face like he was trying very hard not to laugh. “And you fancy him then?”

Harry nodded.

“Don’t worry,” Sirius said, winking at Harry. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

“Thanks Padfoot.”

***

Everyone was gathered for breakfast when a large barn owl landed in the window. Remus got up from the table and took the letter from the owl’s mouth, carefully pulling his hand back before it could nip him. “Looks like it’s for Harry,” he said, holding it out as the owl flew off.

Harry went to grab it but before he could, Fred confiscated it. “Who’s this from, eh Harry?”

“Yeah, everyone you know is here!” George joined in, taking it from Fred. “Maybe it’s a love note.”

“Hey! Give that to me!” Harry said, jumping to his feet. He had a feeling her knew who it was from although he hadn’t expected Draco to write him over the holiday. “That’s mine!”

“Honestly, Fred and George, don’t tease poor Harry!” Molly chided them from where she was cooking.

Harry tried to get the letter out of George’s grasp but Fred blocked the way. George ripped it open and skimmed it quickly, his jaw dropping. Harry watched in mortification as a smile spread over George’s lips. “Wow Harry, you’ve got quite the admirer!”

Fred grabbed it. “Dearest Harry, these are all the reasons I like you. Firstly I like your messy hair and the way it curls around your ears. I like your green eyes and the way they look in the sunlight when we’re sitting together down by the lake. I like how good you are at flying and Quidditch, how good you look on a broomstick – “

Sirius went over and grabbed the letter out of Fred’s hand. “Sounds like this is something private,” he said, handing the letter to Harry.

“Aww come on Sirius,” George said, pouting. “We were getting to the good part! There was something about Harry’s bum in there. “

Harry had been turning progressively red the more they spoke. He took the letter from Sirius and held it close to his chest so no one else could take it away. He looked around the room at all the Weasleys, Hermione, Remus and Sirius. He was so embarrassed that he couldn’t imagine staying around for breakfast, even for cooking as good as Mrs. Weasley’s.

He fled the room quickly and took the letter up to his bedroom. He sat on the floor by the bed and looked at it. He was too horrified to continue reading it, the letter having been ruined by Fred and George’s teasing. He was sitting on the floor feeling sorry for himself when the door opened and Hermione and Ron walked in.

“Are you okay, Harry?” Hermione asked, sitting down next to him.

“Sorry my brothers are such pricks,” Ron said, flopping onto the bed. “Was it another girl who’s in love with you for being the Chosen one?”

Harry shook his head.

“Is it Cho?” Hermione asked, nudging Harry lightly with her shoulder.

“No.”

“You know you can tell us, mate,” Ron said, brow furrowing in confusion. “We don’t care who it is, you know, if it happens to be a bloke or anything.”

“Ron!” Hermione said, shooting him a look.

“What?” Ron asked with a shrug.

“He’s right though,” Hermione said. Her smile was kind and understanding. “You deserve some happiness, Harry. Now more than ever.”

Harry gave her a tentative smile. “Thanks, that means a lot. But I – I don’t know if I’m ready to tell you about him just yet.”

“So it is a bloke?” Ron said, sitting up. “It’s not me, is it?”

“Why does everyone ask me that?” Harry asked, throwing his arms up. “And no Ron, I think you’d know if you’d written me a love note.”

“Oh right,” Ron said, scratching his chin. “And well I’m not into blokes so…”

“Not unless it’s Victor Krum,” Harry joked, punching Ron lightly in the arm.

“I don’t have a crush on Krum,” Ron said despite the blush rising to his cheeks.

Harry laughed. “I’ll tell you soon, I promise. I just want to make sure he’s okay with it.”

“Considering that letter he sent you, I’d say he’s more than okay with it,” Hermione said, putting her arm around Harry and hugging him. Harry rested his head on her shoulder and let his friends comfort him. He was surprised to find that he wished Draco was there with him.

***

Later that night, Harry took his letter to the window and read it. He skimmed over the beginning, those words now emblazoned in his memory, and continued on from there.

I like kissing you and all the secret moments together we get to share. I know a lot of people think they know you but I’m happy to be in the small group of people who actually do. I hope to continue to get to know you better. While this thing between is still very new, I want you to know that I consider myself very lucky.

Usually I look forward to the Holidays and getting a chance to see my mother but I find myself wishing I had stayed at school. It would have only been worthwhile though if you had remained behind with me. It would have been impossible though as I know you have a lot of people acquiring your attention. Perhaps it’s selfish of me to wish for all of it but I can’t help it.

If you require more reasons why I like you I’d be happy to continue this in person. I didn’t want you to doubt my affections while we’re away from each other even though I enjoy teasing you. I believe I’ve been quite soppy enough but allow me one final bit. I miss you.

Harry folded the letter up and went back to bed. He tucked the letter into his pillowcase where no one could get it without waking him up. He worried about the twins trying to get it again. As he fell asleep, he had the biggest smile on his face.

***

Harry ignored some of the jibes he got during Christmas dinner. At least Ron and Hermione were being supportive. Harry had a feeling Sirius had told Remus about it, even if he hadn’t divulged that it was Draco that Harry was dating, both Remus and Sirius kept shooting him understanding glances.

He was a bit relieved that by Boxing Day everyone seemed to have moved on from his love letter from Draco. Harry felt bad that he hadn’t responded to the lovely letter Draco had written but it was difficult to find a moment alone. He would just have to make it up to Draco the next time he saw him.

Harry was in the sitting room with Ron, Hermione, Remus and Sirius. Hermione was getting a head start on her school reading while Remus and Ron played chess. Harry sat with Sirius, asking him questions about when they were at Hogwarts. Harry soaked up all the stories about his parents, listening to Sirius tell stories of their adventures with Remus chipping in from the side to correct Sirius when he exaggerated or stretched the truth.

They all turned in surprise when the fireplace roared with the sound of someone using the floo. Harry jumped to his feet in shock when Draco of all people came through. He looked around, his body clearly tense as if defensive. He smiled slightly as Harry but as quick as it came it was gone and he was back to an impassive mask.

“Malfoy?” Ron said, looking up from his game with Remus. “What are you doing here?”

Harry had wanted to ask something similar but he bit his tongue.

“I invited him.” Everyone turned to look at Sirius as Sirius walked over to Draco. “It’s very nice to meet you, nephew,” he said warmly, holding his hand out to Draco.

Draco looked hesitant for a moment and then he shook Sirius’ hand. “It’s nice to meet you too,” he said stiffly. “Thank you for inviting me. I must say I was surprised to receive your owl at the Manor this morning.”

“I’m just glad you accepted my invitation!” Sirius said, dropping Draco’s hand. “Can I get you anything? Tea?”

Draco looked at Sirius like he wasn’t quite sure how to respond. His eyes flickered over to Harry, who gave him an encouraging smile, before his gaze went back to Sirius. “Uh, sure. Tea would be lovely.”

Ron still had his jaw slack in shock at having Malfoy with them. Hermione was glancing over at Harry as if piecing something together. Remus was calmly studying the chess board in order to make his next move. Harry, for his part, was just glad that the twins had gone back to the Burrow.

“Um, Malfoy…” Harry finally spoke up. “Can I have a word with you?”

Draco’s eyes darted around for a moment and then he gave a terse nod. He followed Harry out of the room. They ended up in the room with the Black family tree and Draco looked at it in awe, following the names on his ancestors. His eyes widened when he noticed Sirius’ blackened out name.

“Draco, about your letter…”

Draco’s attention snapped over to Harry. “Why am I here, Potter?”

“I have no idea,” Harry said honestly with a shrug. “I had no idea Sirius was inviting you. I…I told him about us.”

“No doubt he’s brought me here to threaten me.”

Harry narrowed his eyes. “Sirius wouldn’t do that.”

Draco raised an eyebrow. “He is a convicted killer.”

Harry rubbed his forehead and sighed heavily. “Merlin’s beard I’ve got a lot to fill you in on.”

“Don’t bother.”

“What?”

Draco ran his fingers through his hair and got to his full height, using the few inches he had on Harry to his advantage. “I know why I’m here. Your family doesn’t think I’m good enough for you. You told your Godfather we were dating and he’s going to tell me to leave you alone. They hardly were going to support this considering who my family is, who my father is.”

“Draco, come on, Sirius wouldn’t – “ Harry reached out to touch Draco but he pulled away. Harry dropped his arm heavily back to his side.

“Don’t touch me,” Draco spat out. “I should have known this would happen. I should have – “

“Draco!” Harry shouted, cutting him off. “I’m not ending things! That letter you wrote me, it was…wonderful. Absolutely wonderful. And this place is a safe house for the Order. Sirius wouldn’t have given you the floo address if he didn’t trust you or at least trust me to trust you. No one is going to threaten you.”

“Sorry to interrupt,” Sirius said, entering the room with a cup of tea. “Harry is quite right. While I could erase your memory I’d rather not. I figured anyone who could write my godson a letter like the one you sent would hardly be interested in betraying him to the dark lord. Am I wrong?”

Draco was silent for a moment and then he slowly shook his head.

Sirius smiled and handed Draco his cup of tea. “You two take all the time you need and I’ll keep the others away from you. I figured you two might enjoy a little time together away from school. I know Remus and I always did. Just do me a favor and cast a few silencing charms if you’re going to get up to anything naughty.” Sirius shot them a wink and left, closing the door behind him, leaving the two boys with their cheeks turned pink.

Draco put his cup of tea down and looked at Harry. “Is he always like that?”

Harry laughed. “Kind of, yeah. If anyone has an excuse to be a bit off, I’d say it was Sirius.”

“So he and Professor Lupin were…uh…”

“Still are,” Harry said, chuckling softly. “Reconnected a bit since they’ve been living here together. I try not to ask for too many details.”

“Do Granger and Weasley know about us?”

“Well if they didn’t I’m sure they’ve figured it out,” Harry said, sighing. “Is that okay?”

Draco groaned and stared up at the ceiling. “Fuck, they’re going to hate me.”

Harry grinned and walked over, gently grabbing Draco by the chin and forcing Draco to look at him. “They’ll come around because they’re my friends,” he said softly. “You’ve already gotten my godfather’s blessing.”

Draco leaned forward and kissed Harry very tenderly on the lips. “I worried when I didn’t receive a response to my letter. I thought perhaps –“

“Bit difficult to find time alone to compose love letters with a full house,” Harry said, giving Draco a proper kiss. “I’m glad you’re here though. I missed you too.”

Draco smiled and ducked his head down. “I’ll have to return to the Manor by dinner time.”

“Then let’s make the most of our time together,” Harry said, pressing a kiss to Draco’s forehead. “And you can finish telling me all the reasons you like me. There weren’t nearly enough in your letter.”

“As if your head needs to get any bigger, Harry,” Draco teased, lifting his face up to press his lips against Harry’s once again.

“I’ll tell you a few more of mine as well,” Harry offered, sliding his arms around Draco.

“For Salazar’s sake, Harry, you’ll have me composing sonnets before long,” Draco said, burying his face in Harry’s neck and nuzzling him affectionately.

“I’d prefer it to those pictures you used to draw of me,” Harry quipped, kissing along Draco’s hairline.

“I put a lot of effort into those!”

Harry snorted. “Such a git.”

Draco huffed out a laugh. “You like me anyway.”

“I do,” Harry said, closing his eyes and enjoying the comfortable warmth of Draco pressed against him. “I really do.”

#drarry #i write things #christmas prompt #fluff #background wolfstar #long post #anon prompt #Harry Potter x Draco Malfoy

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yasisworld · 4 years ago

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Could you write no.11 on the lockdown prompt list please ❤

prompt: "Are you sick of me yet?"

~*~~*~

Ben wakes up slowly to the sound of humming. He’s surrounded by warmth, hidden under his thin blanket that he’s pulled up to his nose. He opens one eye carefully and tires to see what’s going on. He finds himself cuddled up to Callum, who’s sitting up in bed slightly, a book in hand. Callum is wearing headphones and humming to whatever he’s listening to. Ben can’t help the smile that steals itself onto his face. He opens his other eye and observes Callum.

Callum’s hair is tousled from sleep and he’s in desperate need of a shave. Though Ben wouldn’t mind if Callum kept it, he remembers the delicious beard burn Callum had given him a couple weeks ago. Just thinking about it makes him shiver.

Ben loves Callum’s face, he could spend hours watching it and it wouldn’t be enough. He cuddles closer to Callum, trying to tangle their legs. This makes Callum jump slightly, making Ben grin. Callum turns to him, his surprise turning to pleasure.

“Morning, sleepyhead.” Callum leans down to Ben and gives him a soft kiss on the lips. “Have you been up long?”

“Nah, just woke up. But I need more cuddles!” he fake pouts, making Callum laugh.

“Your wish is my command,” Callum tells him and puts away his book and headphones and pulling Ben into him. Ben buries himself into Callum’s side and sighs contently.

“Are you sick of me yet?” he asks quietly, not for the first time wondering if living with Ben and his family at the Mitchell house is not too much for Callum. He’s barely able to go out because of Phil’s health restrictions.

“Never,” Callum says and he sounds so sincere. But Ben has to ask one more time.

“Are you sure? You were in the middle of your police training and you had to shelve that because we wanted to be together for lockdown. I don't want you to resent me for disrupting your career prospects.” Ben trails off, glad he can hide his face from Callum. But apparently not for long, because Callum detangles himself from Ben and sits up, forcing Ben to do the same.

“You know, that night in the park?” Callum asks. Ben is not sure where Callum is going with this, but he nods for him to go on. “I told you back then that I was lonely. Even though I had a girlfriend and everything I could wish for, I was so lonely. Having this secret and not being able to trust anyone with it, it was isolating me. It was slowly killing me and I didn’t even realise.” He stops and takes Ben’s hands into his.

“But then I met you and you challenged everything I thought I wanted out of life. And as hard as it was to come out to my dad and everyone else, this-” he gestures between Ben and himself, “is worth all the pain I went through. You know the real me, my brother and my friends know the real me. I’m not lonely anymore. And I’d rather be in lockdown with you than go out and train to be a copper any day.” Ben knows he’s smiling like a soppy git, but he can’t help it.

“I love you!” Ben tells Callum, needing needing him to know.

“I know. And I love you!” Callum pulls Ben into his arms and hugs him tightly. He kisses Ben's hair and they stay like that for a while. This is happiness, Ben thinks and closes his eyes.

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ao3

#ballum #ben and callum #ben mitchell #callum highway #eastenders #thank you for the prompt #i hope you like this anon 💖#ballum prompts #my ffs

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alifeasvivid · 4 years ago

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America taking drunk iggy home is well and all... bht I wanna see how iggy would handle a drunk America?

I think canonically, America doesn’t drink alcohol? Although, we can say he does ;) I think he’d be a very amorous drunk. Not horny, but... touching a lot, confessing to his more romantic, soppy feelings when he normally bottles those up in favor of seeming oblivious.

If they aren’t already in a relationship, I think England would be rather taken aback? Because America wouldn’t be confessing his love for England alone. He’d be all up in Japan’s personal space going on and on about what a great friend he is. He’d be lifting Canada off the ground going “Bro, you’re the best. Wish I was more like you, little brother.” He’d be drapping himself all over France and telling him he has nice hair.

And that’s probably the point where England would have had enough and he’d pull America away possessively and be like “come on, let’s get you home, you great useless git.” like it’s a huge burden, but if anyone else swooped in, he’d have had to kill them because no one is going to lay hands on England’s love while he’s too drunk to see that France has horrible greasy hair actually.

So England piles into a taxi with him, letting America rest his head on his shoulder while he holds England’s hand and slurs about how England’s eyes are just so crazy green... and England smiles. He would never take advantage, of course, but at least he didn’t let someone else have the chance. America, on the other hand, with his brain quite sloshy, is thinking “operation get drunk and let iggy take advantage of me is about five minutes away from being a total success.”

#usuk #ukus #LOL #Anonymous

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beatles-slash-fiction · 4 years ago

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Could you please write the OT5 when the boys have to list the thing they like in each other? 🥺

The minute Brian makes them read their lists out loud, John starts to regret not making a bit more effort.

Ringo goes first. His list is short but sweet, and he looks a little bashful as he reads it to the them. It’s very thoughtfully put together, and John has to admit he finds himself blushing as Ringo tells him how talented and funny and warm he is.

George’s list is just as thoughtfully put together, and Paul’s is positively poetic.

“You keep our spirits up when we need it most,” Paul says softly as he finishes. “You give me the strength and the confidence I need every day.”

It makes John almost tear up, and this little exercise has suddenly become very soppy.

But when it’s his turn, John can feel the shame wash over him, and he crumples up the piece of paper in his hands.

“I need more time,” John says, but Brian gives him a stern look.

“You were all given the same amount of time, John. Read us the list please.”

John swallows and glances down at the piece of paper in his hands. He feels embarassed already.

He clears his throat and turns to Ringo, who is smiling warming at him.

“No improvising,” Brian interjects. “I want you to read what you wrote on that piece of paper.”

He’s clearly guessed what’s coming.

John can’t look Ringo in the eyes as he reads his list. “Er, Ringo. You have a really nice bum.”

Ringo’s smile falters a little, but he waits a moment with an expectant look on his face.

There’s a heavy silence in the room, and Ringo’s expression drops. John can see the disappointment in his eyes.

John turns to George, wanting to get this over with.

“George. You give incredible blow jobs.”

John is cringing as he says it, and George looks even more disappointed than Ringo.

By the time he gets to Paul, Paul already looks as though he’s expecting to be disappointed.

John sighs. “Paul...you have cracking thighs.”

And that’s it.

That’s what John has spent the last hour working on, because he’s a stubborn git who doesn’t deserve these three.

Brian raises an eyebrow at him. “Remind me what I asked the four of you to do, John.”

John swallows. “You asked us to list all the things we love about each other.”

Brian nods. “Quite right. After your bickering yesterday, I thought you could all use a reminder of what you all love about each other. And do you feel as though you’ve done this task justice, John?”

“No,” John says immediately. “I’m sorry. I was still angry and I didn’t do this properly. Although the things I said are true, by the way. Can I try again, Eppy? Please?”

Thankfully Brian does give John another opportunity to revise his list, and it only takes him thirty minutes to scribble his thoughts down.

It’s not difficult when he’s not being a stubborn idiot. He is a songwriter after all. And he has incredible inspiration.

“It’s not in any kind of logical order,” John says when he’s done, scratching his head with his pencil. “And it still needs tidying up a bit. But here’s what I’ve got. Okay, so Ringo-“

He actually moves to sit beside Ringo and take his hand, because it just seems a bit more authentic.

“Ringo,” John says softly. “I love that you and I have such a similar sense of humour. I love that we can laugh about stupid things together. I love that you give such good advice; I can talk to you about any problem and you’ll always know how to help. I love how easy it is to talk to you. I love how positive you always are and how you can make me feel better about anything. I love how affectionate you are. I love how your voice goes all high when you’re surprised or agitated. I love how you make me feel good about my body even when I feel crap about myself.”

Ringo’s smile is blinding by the time John has finished.

“And you do have a nice bum, by the way,” John adds, giving him a quick kiss.

When John turns to George, the younger man looks almost giddy with excitement. John grins and pats his lap, and George immediately comes over and takes a seat, trying to get a peek at the list in John’s hands.

“Okay, Georgie.” John clears his throat. “I love your curiosity about everything and how it’s made me more curious about things too. I love how gentle and calm you are, but how you can be strong when you need to. I love how your laugh always brightens my day. I love how caring and considerate you are. I love that you’re willing to try new things. I love how you can always energise all of us when we’re feeling low. I love that you’re such a good listener and that you give amazing cuddles.”

John finishes with a kiss again, safely depositing a giggling George onto Ringo’s lap instead so he can move onto Paul.

“Go on then,” Paul says with a smile, winking when John takes his hand.

“What to say about you?” John chuckles. “My longest love. Well...Paul. I love how you always seem to know what I want to say, even before I say it. I love how in sync we are. I love how you can put anything into words so beautifully. I love how you stop me worrying about stupid things. I love your drive and ambition. I love that you know how to get things done. I love that you can tell me when I’m being a git. I love that you take care of me.”

John is almost a little breathless when he’s finished, and Paul’s eyes are shining.

“Better,” Brian says with a smile. “Much better.”

#Beatles OT5

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gryffindormischief · 5 years ago

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eavesdrop ch 3: H/G (M)

A/N: For @fightfortherightsofhouseelves :) some hinny sultry times for you :)

FF and Ao3

@petals-to-fish here it is :)

@blattgefluester !!!

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Golden light cuts across the darkened bedroom in a shard. Of course, it finds Harry’s half-cracked eyes with sniper-like accuracy.

“Anyone alive in here?”

Harry groans and pushes up on his elbow, inhaling sharply as the movement tweaks his back. Mm, pizza. “You’re a goddess.”

Ginny chuckles, only half her face visible in the dark room. “I know, but it’s still nice to hear.”

He flops onto his back, spine popping, and throws one arm over his face. “Gonna bring that delicious package in here?”

She twists the small dresser lamp on and smirks at him, pizza box propped on her hip. “Not sure which of us I want you to mean.”

“While you decide, care to come a little closer?”

Smirking, Ginny sets down the six-pack of... something with a clatter and kicks off her trainers while Harry fumbles around for his glasses and pats the bed. “Get over here beautiful.”

“I hope that’s about me,” Ginny laughs, “But this really is a gorgeous pizza.”

Ginny crawls up the bed, holding the pizza box high while Harry works his way into a sitting position with much grunting, groaning, and joint-popping. “How was your day?”

“Eh, too much press, too little pitch time,” Ginny shrugs, popping open a Butterbeer for each of them. “Dare I ask about yours?”

Harry flicks the pizza box open and blushes. “Nothing exciting.”

“Oh, look at those little rosy cheeks,” Ginny teases, “Embarrassed about your latest heroics? Rescue some damsels?”

“Hardly,” Harry grumbles around a bite of pizza, “Since when is being Robards’ personal labor force in my job description?”

After swiping a slice of pepperoni from Harry’s pizza and popping it into her mouth, Ginny says, “I dunno, probably since you told Rita Skeeter to ‘fuck off’ on the record.”

“Someone had to say it,” Harry mumbles as he twists his slice to get at the crust. “I’m a protector of the public, it was my duty.”

“No complaints from me, dear. I have never found you sexier.”

By the time Harry polishes off his second slice and Ginny her third, they’re bellies are full and aching with laughter. Harry swipes at Ginny blindly. “No - no more Ron impressions. I’ll sick up right on you.”

“Be still my heart,” Ginny deadpans, wiping tears from her cheeks and pressing a smacking kiss to Harry’s cheek.

He can’t manage to tear his eyes away when she pulls back, her ponytail half gone, cheeks red with laughter, liner and mascara smudged into oblivion, and as soppy as it sounds, the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. In fact, if he said it to her, with all that build up, she’d probably punch his arm and ask when he got to be so lame .

It does sound lame though, to make it so simple, just her laughing with him over pizza being that thing that sparks amateur poetics. Particularly since it’s a whole myriad of things that make him love her. And most of the time it’s stupid things like her telling him off for being a moody git, or coming home with a new board game they just have to try only to discover it’s for children under four. Or that time it was a card game definitely not for children. That game’s main goal had been accomplished, though not in the way the creator’s might have envisioned considering they got three cards in before she tossed hers aside and tackled him to the rug.

He’d had to invent a few lies to cover those burns on his arse when Ron and the others spotted them in the locker room.

“Someone’s daydreaming,” Ginny says, prodding his cheek. Apparently she’s cleared the bed while he followed that mental rabbit trail and is now simply observing until he works his way back to reality. Or was, until she got bored.

“Sorry - does it help if it was about you?”

She eyes him up and down, “Depends how naughty it was.”

Harry’s retort dies on his lips when she rises on her knees and throws one leg over his lap, settling them into what’s been one of his favorite positions since he was sixteen. “Dessert time.”

“See, Gin, that is just so expected,” Harry says with a shake of his head, “Dessert is sex, predictable.”

Ginny blinks at him and finishes pulling her t-shirt overhead and tosses it aside. “Your girlfriend is in your lap - half naked might I add - and you’re calling her predictable .”

“I’m just saying, we can be creative,” Harry continues, his lips on her neck, “No need to fall into a rut.”

“Do I get credit for not making that a dirty joke?” Ginny asks, discarding his jumper.

His hands slip below her waistband. “I like your dirty jokes.”

She groans when he drags her hips against his; mouth skirting her collarbone. “So long as they’re creative.”

“Tights?”

Ginny laughs and gets back to her knees to help him begin rolling the waistband of her purple tights down. “Style is important.”

Harry grunts and prods Ginny to flop backwards on the bed, crowding after her. “How ticked would you be if I tore them?”

“Buy me new ones?”

“Anything to keep you satisfied, dear,” Harry mutters against her midriff, nipping at her hip bone.

The seam rips unevenly and gives a bit of a fight at the waist itself, but Harry’s nothing if not determined, so he eventually gets to rolling the legs down past her knees and beyond, pressing kisses on each inch of exposed skin.

He nuzzles her ankle and Ginny droops back on the bed. “What’s - ah - the sudden concern for our excitement levels.”

Harry inwardly steels himself and props his chin on Ginny’s sternum, her hands finding his hair like it’s habit. And really, it is. “Well, I plan on us staying together as long as you’ll agree,” he flounders and Ginny pushes up on her elbows, watching, waiting.

“I - hell this was supposed to be cheeky and I was going to tease you about keeping each other excited,” Harry blurts, “But now with you in front of me, giving me that look, I can’t imagine ever being bored of you - god I hope you think the same.”

Her mouth ticks up in a half smile, soft and fond even as she teases, “You’re such a sop.”

As a sigh leaves his lips, Harry lets his head fall to her stomach, only for Ginny to tug at his hair. “There’s nothing wrong with a bit of soppiness every once in a while.”

He kisses a freckle just under her rib cage, nuzzles the band of her bra. “Your fault.”

Ginny laughs and tries to pull him up, but he works his way back down, slipping the button of her jean skirt open and dragging it down her bare legs. “And there’s just one way I can think to punish you.”

Harry’s teeth tug at her knickers, snapping the elastic just enough to sting her soft skin. “What about that little idea you skirted around - the whole center of that soppy rant?”

“I find it best to soften the suspect before the important questions,” Harry murmurs as he drags her legs over his shoulders and nuzzles closer, his breath warm and torturous against her now bare lower half.

And then his mouth is too occupied for more witticisms and Ginny’s barely able to string together the mix of swearing and praises that fall from her lips as she presses him closer to her. As he slowly brings her to the edge, her back arches and he’s sure she can feel his smirk as he lets off just too soon.

“I may kill you.”

He nips at her inner thigh. “Not yet you won’t.”

Her chest rises and falls with her unsteady breaths. “Why’s that?”

“You know how good it’ll be when I do follow through.”

Ginny curses him, even as he resumes his work, even as he praises her for the noises she makes, the way she feels, smells, tastes, and soon she’s blasted over the precipice in a rush, any semblance of coherent chatter lost as her shout echoes against the walls.

Gently, he places her legs back on the bed and slips up until his mouth meets hers, moaning as her tongue sweeps between his lips. “Gin.”

She doesn’t answer so he pulls away, nudging her nose with his. “Gin?”

“I want to say I’ve gone boneless, but I also don’t want to make you feel too self important.”

Backing away further, Harry frowns, full of mischief, “Should I go?”

Ginny’s leg locks around his hips and drags him forward so forcefully he almost knocks their heads together. “No. You should get these trousers off and have your way with me.”

After a muffled hmph in response, Harry manages to make enough space between them to assist as Ginny rather violently wrestles his trousers and pants off. “I believe it’s usually you having your way with me.”

She moans as he drags his hips over hers, almost but not quite exactly where she’d like. “Not if you do that thing - ”

Her eyes are dark, pupils blown wide, and Harry can’t really find a reason to say no , so he bites at her neck and lets his hands run down her arms briskly. His voice is a rough whisper in her ear. “Whatever you say, dear.”

As he alternates nips and swipes of his tongue along her dewy skin, Harry grasps Ginny’s wrists and drags them overhead, pinning her arms to the sheets. “Stay.”

Ginny quirks her brow and wraps her fingers around the spokes of the headboard,

As if he’s ever the one in charge .

On the way back down, Harry lets his hands grasp at her hair, tugging just enough that her neck arches so he can run his lips over the exposed skin and further. Her chest rises automatically, bringing her closer to his adoring mouth, even as her groans and sighs have him pressing his body into the mattress.

She looks almost drunk when she turns her gaze back to him, eyes heavy lidded, smirk barely there. “Don’t waste all that fun on some bedsprings.”

Harry works his way over to the other side of her chest, teasing her with the drag of his tongue. His voice is a rasp. “I believe I’m in charge.”

“Not for much longer if - ah - Ah ,” Ginny’s ultimatum dies as he lifts her hips and brings them together, her arms going taught over her head while her knuckles turn white.

The springs creak beneath them as their bodies move together in tandem, the bedframe skittering along the floor with each renewed push.

One hand remains in place, dragging her into him, while the other caresses her cheek, cups her neck, and slowly meanders down her chest, looping and swirling over the patterns of freckles that decorate her skin.

The headboard clatters against the wall, and Harry groans. “Ginny.”

“Yes - Harry.”

“Am I - shit - is it really up to me?”

Ginny pulls his hips in with one leg, lifting hers at upward just as he dives in. “ Yes .”

“Shit,” Harry grunts again, “Good.”

And then he’s tipping forward, her soft front against his sweat damp chest while his arms come to bracket her head and his movements become more frantic. The neighbors will not be happy.

“Please - ”

She groans against his throat, “Please what?”

“Use your hands - oh hell .”

Apparently, he’s convincing, because soom her hands are everywhere - pushing him in closer, tugging his overgrown hair, teasing the trembling muscles of his arms as he shifts to prod her over the edge once more before he falls too.

His mouth wanders, licking, sucking, biting, and finally she shouts, murmuring encouragement for him to follow.

And he does after one two - three .

He collapses against her, treasuring the thud thud thud of her heart against his chest, the feel of her breaths as they rise and fall, but he can only press her into the mattress so long. As Harry rolls to the side, Ginny follows, keeping their bodies entwined.

“Exciting enough, Potter?”

And Harry’s brain is operating on half capacity, so he’s beyond witty repartee, beyond thinking things over any more, and even if he wasn’t - Ginny Weasley is looking at him like he’s the best thing she’s ever seen and he’d be an idiot to let another moment pass.

“Marry me?”

She hums and nods against his chest. “Marry me?”

He chuckles as she begins to drift off. “Name the place.”

#blarg writes things #blarg writes eavesdrop #hinny fic #harry x ginny #harry potter x ginny weasley #harry x ginny fic

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aziraamane · 5 years ago

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Human AU - Part 6

This fic now has a name! I’ll be calling it “All the Better Part of Me” when it finally goes up onto AO3 - because I spent far too much time reading Shakespeare’s sonnets to call it anything else.

(Previous) - (First)

"Is Warlock coming today?" Adam asked, again.

"Yup," Crowley said, popping the 'p.' He tightened his knees around Adam, holding him in place as he dragged a brush through the squirming boy's hair. "Hold still, you little devil."

"'Nath'ma does it nicer!"

"Do you?" Crowley glowered up at Anathema, comfortable on the sofa; she winked at him from behind her coffee mug.

"Maybe."

"You do it, then," Crowley muttered, Adam still wriggling on the carpet.

"Sorry, can't. I'm off the clock for another, oh, two minutes seventeen seconds."

"I hate you."

"Aww, if I weren't being paid extra tonight, I'd hate you, too, Mr Grumpy."

The doorbell rang at that point, and Adam shot up from Crowley's grip to answer it. With the sudden loss of nephew, Crowley looked at the brush in his hand, shrugged, and began to neaten his own hair.

No dirt smudged his cheeks today. He’d prepared for guests this time, scrubbed clean and sporting his casual ensemble of tight-fitting, black v-neck tee and even tighter-fitting black jeans. His sunglasses were off, but Anathema was already handing them to him as he contemplated slipping them back on, and he went with the safer option of wearing them.

Warlock came running into the room, all smiles, Adam trailing behind. "Hello!" he announced.

"Hey, kiddo," Crowley grinned, chucking the hairbrush over his shoulder.

"I gots, uh, cookies in my bag. They got chocolate in them."

"Oh, dear. The womens' mags get mad at me if I don't watch my waistline." Crowley patted his belly with a wink, sticking out his tongue at Warlock, who laughed.

"Come off it, my dear. If anything you could afford to put on a few pounds." Ezra appeared in the doorway, holding Warlock's jacket.

A flood of warmth suffused Crowley's face at his arrival, along with a starburst of a smile. "Hey, angel."

"Hello, Anthony. Thank you so much for agreeing to take Warlock for the night."

"What are friends for, eh?" He slithered to his feet, joints cracking. "Got time for a drink?"

Ezra shook his head. "I'm afraid not, I must dash off again - do keep in touch, though, won't you? I haven't actually left Warlock with anybody before…"

"Don't worry, he's in good hands with Ana."

For seemingly the first time since he walked in, Ezra noticed Anathema. "Ah! Miss Device! I didn't see you down there. How are you?"

"Good, thanks, Ezra." She flashed a look at Crowley that could only speak of triumph before addressing Ezra again, "I promise I'll contact you if anything comes up, okay? Relax a little."

"Thank you." A little weight seemed to leave Ezra's shoulders. "Well...must go, then." He gestured to Warlock, roughhousing with Adam, and the boy wobbled over, beaming. They came together in a long embrace, Ezra pressing kisses over Warlock's rosy cheeks. "Be on your best behaviour, darling," Crowley heard him whisper, "but if you feel lonely or - or sad - or just need to talk, then-"

"Ezra~" Crowley sing-songed, tapping his watch.

"U-Um. Yes. Quite." Ezra's eyes were overly shiny when he pulled back, though Warlock just giggled and skipped off to play with Adam again. Ezra got to his feet, brushed down his already perfectly smooth trousers. "Well, then. I...I'll be going."

It was clear the man was utterly miserable. He didn't at all want to go to dinner with his siblings. He didn't want to leave his son behind. He didn't like being out of his comfort zone.

Dammit, he was so cute.

"Come on, angel." Crowley threw an arm round Ezra's shoulders and steered him firmly, but not unkindly, towards the front door. "S’only a few hours, it'll fly by before you know it." He'd been at enough parties to know that that was a complete lie, but at that moment he'd do anything to wipe the despair off of Ezra's rapidly paling face. "Won't be long before the kids are asleep, anyway, and they won't be getting up to much mischief when they're out for the count. So relax. I reckon you've earned some time off from being dad."

Ezra blinked his big, watery eyes up at Crowley, and his bottom lip finally stopped trembling. "Oh, thank you," he whispered. "I've just been fretting so much about all this. It's terrifying, Anthony."

"Only as terrifying as you make it, angel. Now go, go on, put on a few pounds in my place, you deserve it!" With a final comforting pat on the back, Crowley urged Ezra through the front door and closed it with a snap.

A long, low huff of breath whooshed from his lungs as he turned, leaning his back against the cool wood. Eyes trained on the ceiling, he sighed. Poor guy's got a lot on his shoulders.

Anathema was staring at him from the living room doorway when he looked back, her expression a picture of utter glee. "What?" snapped Crowley.

She giggled. "You called him angel! Oh, Anthony! How didn't I twig beforehand? You fancy him!"

Crowley folded his arms. "I'm not having this conversation with you, Ana."

"You're blushing."

"I'm walking away now."

"You're a soppy git!"

"I will fire your ass, I swear to fucking-"

From somewhere in the living room, Warlock gasped, "Your uncle said a swear!"

~*~

The meal was a sumptuous affair. If anything good could be said about the collective Fells, it was that they were marvellous cooks, and Michaela in particular had an excellent eye for wine pairings. Ezra sat on Uriel's left, Sandy to his right, and together they laughed and joked as they feasted. Wine flowed like water, and his stomach was full, his head pleasantly buzzing, and he wondered whatever had he been so worried about?

Until Gabriel cleared his throat, suddenly business-like.

"I told Ezra about the lecturer's position opening," he told Sandy.

"Ah." The youngest Fell brother, Sandalphon - Sandy for short - was chaplain at King’s; a short, balding man with garish gold fillings in his teeth and a tendency to speak with a slight sneer. He turned now to Ezra, looking expectant. "And?"

Ezra coughed, reaching for his wine. "I have no plans to alter my career at present, Sandy. I'm quite content where I am."

The looks of pity they all gave him was enough to make his food sit heavy in his stomach, and no longer pleasantly at that.

"What a shame," Sandy sighed. "And you were doing so well for yourself."

"It was my choice, and my choice alone, to leave the teaching profession."

"And we were all very sad for you when you left," Uriel chipped in. She was dark-skinned and dark-eyed, deceptively sweet-looking, and at twenty-four years old, the youngest of them all. Beside her, Michaela, with her rigid pose and coif of short brown curls, steepled her fingers under her chin and leaned in slightly, listening but remaining silent.

The ever-present familial frustration that simmered in Ezra's blood began heating. "I appreciate everybody's concern," he said, stiff and mechanical, "but I wish you would trust me a little more to make my life decisions by myself."

"Ezra, you graduated from school and started out as a gardener, for Heaven's sake," Sandy retorted.

"And that profession led to my eventually being allowed to adopt Warlock, may his birth parents rest in peace. You of all people, Sandalphon, ought to have more respect."

“Oy vey…” Sandy pressed a hand to his brow.

Uriel patted Ezra’s hand. "We just can't help but worry about you," she said, sickly sweet.

"Why?" he snapped. "Because I am not intent on following our parents into their overworked graves, the way you are all doing?" Angrily, he swiped his mouth with a napkin, dropped it to his plate, and pushed himself to standing. "Every time we come together I hope that something will have changed. Every time, I am disappointed. So pray excuse my rudeness, but I will take my leave now - I have family more deserving of my time waiting for me."

He made for the door, stopped, strode back to the table and grabbed an unopened bottle of wine. "I'm taking this,” he told Gabriel. “I can happily suggest where to shove it if you object."

He thought he saw Michaela smirk behind her hands, the rest seemingly stunned into silence.

"Thank you for the meal, but as for the rest, thanks for nothing. Toodle-pip!"

#tia-lew writes #fanfiction #good omens #ineffable husbands #slow burn #aziraphale #crowley #anathema device #adam young #warlock dowling #archangel gabriel #archangel uriel #archangel michael #archangel sandalphon #archangel fucking gabriel #work in progress #fanfic excerpt

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An Offer I Can't Refuse. Part 9a

Cowritten with @fairheads.

-x-

Duffy grunted and harumphed as she attempted to roll over in bed so she could get out. She could hear Peter throwing a tantrum downstairs whilst Charlie was trying to make him breakfast.

Charlie rolled his eyes hearing her footsteps on the stairs. “It’s okay, I can handle this, go back to bed!” He shouted from the kitchen.

"I'm up now, let me help." Duffy replied as she waddled into the kitchen.

“Duffy, you should be resting!! You heard what the doctor said...” Charlie was agitated.

"I am resting!" She retorted.

“Hardly!? I wish you’d trust me.”

"I do trust you but I also know what a little monkey Peter can be!" She replied, moving to pick Peter up from his highchair as he was still screaming.

“Duffy!?” Charlie turned exasperated.

"What?" She asked as Peter immediately settled in her arms.

Charlie lifted his arms into the air. “You’re being impossible.”

"I am calming down my son, how is that being impossible?" She asked as she shifted Peter onto her hip so she could reach for the kettle.

“The doctor said bed rest and no lifting in order to keep you and the baby safe but you seem to be just completely ignoring that.”

"He said no lifting anything heavy." Duffy retorted.

“I’d say Peter is fairly heavy these days.” He snapped back.

"Don't listen to him Peter!" She pulled a face at Charlie whilst covering the toddler's ears.

Charlie huffed, turning around, he tried to ignore her and continued to prepare some breakfast.

Peter started to wriggle in his mum's arms, reaching out for his highchair.

"Oh so you want to eat now do you?" She teased him.

Charlie couldn’t even raise a smile, he was so worried about her and the baby.

Placing Peter back in the highchair Duffy stooped to feed the toddler who had been behaving in a very regressive mood since his mum had been forced to start her maternity leave.

Upon watching her bend and attempt to get something off the floor, Charlie had had it. He banged the plate on the side and left the room.

"Don't worry, he'll stop sulking eventually." Duffy told Peter.

Charlie found a spot on the back step, he was struggling.

A little while later Peter came running past him, covered in breakfast and giggling as his mum attempted to chase him down with a wipe to clean his face.

"Peter!" She grumbled.

At first, Charlie didn’t attempt to move to help.

Peter was too busy looking back at the grown ups and laughing that he didn't see the stone on the grass til he fell over, letting out a scream as he hit the ground.

Duffy tried to get to him, but Charlie made it there first, scooping him into his arms.

The toddler continued to scream for a few more seconds before snuggling his face into Charlie's chest.

"Is he ok? Is he bleeding?" Duffy asked, panicked, as she struggled to get down onto the ground beside them.

Charlie was still trying to ascertain where the little boy was hurt, but it was hard for him to see with Peter snuggling into him. “There’s blood coming from somewhere, I just can’t see where, he’ll be okay...” Charlie tried to reassure her, as she tried to manoeuvre herself next to him with difficulty.

Eventually Charlie managed to prise Peter's face out of his shirt and see that the little boy had a slightly bleeding nose.

Charlie reached into his pocket and squeezed Peter’s nose with a tissue.

Peter wriggled against the tissue, waving his hands and shouting.

“Hey little man, I just need to help stop it bleeding.” Charlie tried.

Duffy attempted to help hold Peter still.

Peter was kicking and punching his arms and legs, Charlie was worried that he’d catch Duffy.

"The more you fight the longer this'll take." She warned the toddler.

Peter was getting more and more distressed. “Want me to stop?” Charlie asked Duffy.

"Has the bleeding slowed?"

Charlie shook his head.

"Give it another minute."

Peter was still fighting Charlie, he’d been kicked in the chest a few times which hurt near his scar, but it was Duffy he was mostly worried about.

Eventually after another minute or two the bleeding slowed.

Peter had finally grown tired and floppy in Charlie’s arms. He stood up, with the toddler resting over his shoulder.

"We can settle him on the sofa so we can keep an eye on him." Duffy suggested as she struggled to stand back up.

Charlie could see she was finding it difficult to get back up so he crouched back down to help.

After they both nearly toppled over twice they eventually got to their feet again.

Charlie carried Peter in and settled him on the sofa with his teddy bear and a blanket. He seemed fine now, just tired from all of the fighting. Charlie sat down on the other sofa.

Duffy let out a groan as she sat down next to Peter.

Charlie looked at her with concern.

"I'm fine!" She retorted, rolling her eyes.

Charlie didn’t respond, he just rubbed his head.

"Urgh!" Duffy grumbled, her tone laced with annoyance, a few minutes later.

“Talk to me,” He suggested.

"I peed half an hour ago, I can't need to go again already!" She harumphed as she attempted to push herself up from the sofa.

Charlie watched her mission to get up and signed to himself. He felt for her, being this pregnant certainly had its drawbacks but he wished she’d listen to the doctors about getting some more rest.

She finally made it up and glared at him before making her way out of the room, her hand pressed against her lower back.

After she’d gone, he looked to the ceiling and exhaled fiercely. He then moved to sit next to Peter, who seemed to be napping contentedly.

After half an hour had passed without her returning Charlie began to get concerned.

He decided to go and see where she’d got to.

Arriving upstairs he found her fast asleep on the bed.

Finally, he thought to himself. He went and sat next to her on the bed.

Both Duffy and Peter ended up dozing for around an hour.

In the meantime, Charlie had tidied and done some laundry.

By the time Duffy returned downstairs Charlie and Peter were cuddled up on the sofa watching cartoons.

Charlie looked up as she entered the room, he smiled at her, moved himself and Peter up and patted the space next to him.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep." She grimaced as she sat down.

Charlie put his arm around her, “I’m sorry for earlier.”

"Its ok. I'm sorry too." She rested her head on his shoulder.

He kissed the top of her head. “How are you feeling?”

"Tired of being achy and fat." She frowned.

“You’re not fat, you’re beautiful and you’re carrying our baby. Where does it ache?”

"Everywhere!" She complained. "Back, hips, ankles, shoulders..." She sighed.

“I’m sorry,” He sighed, he felt awful that he was partly the reason she felt so sore.

"These next four weeks are going to drag so slowly!"

“I know. I’m sorry for being so vile this morning, I just worry so much that something’s going to happen to you and the baby and I figured if I could just do everything and you just rest then maybe nothing bad would happen...” He stumbled over his words.

"Oh Charlie..! Nothing bad is going to happen."

“But how do you know? The doctor seemed fairly worried...”

"Call it a hunch." She shrugged, a slightly mischievous glint in her eye.

“A hunch?” He raised his eyebrows and gently kissed her.

"Mother's intuition?" She giggled.

“I really hope you’re right!” He smiled. Duffy shifted, unable to get comfortable. “Want me to sit behind you, then you can stretch out?”

"I'm not sure there's room to do that." She sighed.

“Sure there is, this little man wants to get down anyway,” Charlie lifted Peter onto the carpet with his toys. He helped her move along and then sat behind her, legs parted so she could lie back on his chest, her legs stretched out along the sofa. “There we go,” he said, placing his hands on her bump.

She tilted her head to rest her cheek against Charlie's chest, watching Peter play, her hands resting on top of Charlie's.

“This way, you have to rest,” Charlie teased.

"Oh so that's your game is it?" She giggled.

“Nope, in reality, I just wanted to have a cuddle with you,” He smiled.

"You soppy git!" She laughed.

“It’s not just going to be us and Peter soon is it? All change...” He pondered.

"I'm sure we'll adapt quickly."

“I hope so...” He whispered.

"Look how quickly Peter has adapted to you living here..." Duffy smiled.

“I just hope we, I, have enough love to give them and us, that’s all.”

"You will. I know you will."

He squeezed her hands, just as the baby kicked. “She’s kicking a lot today!” He commented.

"Don't I know it!" She chuckled.

“Hey missy," He poked her bump gently, "You be nice to your mummy!” He jokingly reprimanded.

"You're going to be such a soft touch!" Duffy teased, giggling.

“For sure, a little lady, with your looks and stubbornness, I’m sure!” He laughed.

"My stubbornness?" She pouted.

“Yes, you are the most feisty, determined, stubborn woman I know, but that’s why I love you,” He grinned.

"Is that so?" She grinned. "You never know, she could end up taking after her daddy and be a blue eyed blonde."

Charlie laughed, “‘Maybe but in my head, she’s exactly like you.”

"You can barely cope with me nevermind two of us!" She teased.

He laughed and tickled her, “That’s very true!!”

"You'll just have to hope that Peter sides with you when it all kicks off!" She chuckled.

“Oh yeah, Peter’s totally on my side...” Charlie laughed again.

"Only coz you let him have sweets!" She teased.

“True but we all know, that when push comes to shove, mummy wins!”

"Its only taken you how many years to realise that?"

“Oh I’ve always known it really...”

"So you just like to wind me up..?"

“Not wind you up, but I must admit you get me a bit hot under the collar when you’re mad with me, don’t know why it is!?” He laughed.

"So it's a sex thing?" She giggled as she rolled her eyes.

“Not intentionally...” He smirked.

"But it's a perk nonetheless?"

“Most definitely!” He kissed her cheek.

"I'd noticed!" She giggled, wriggling her bottom back against him.

“Had you?” He whispered, putting his fingers on her hips and helping her back.

"You get a certain look in your eyes..."

“Am I that obvious?” He giggled.

"Only to someone who knows you as well as I do..." She turned slightly to snuggle against his chest.

#chuffy #charlie and duffy #charlie fairhead #lisa duffin

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