#my two wizard girlfriends

[bootleg-nessie]

Rating band names based on their accuracy:

(I keep updating this list so check back later)

The Beatles: 3/10. None of these people are beetles, they’re just a bunch of fruity guys from Liverpool with matching haircuts

(Edit: changed from 0/10 to 3/10 because John Lennon beat his wife)

Pink Floyd: 4/10. There is not a single person named Floyd in the band, but some of the members do arguably look kinda pink

Nirvana: 10/10. Getting high and listening to Nirvana is roughly what I imagine actual nirvana to be like

Foo Fighters: either 0/10 or 10/10. I have never seen foo in real life so either they’re pretending to fight a problem that doesn’t exist or they’re doing an absolutely fantastic job of fighting it

The Eagles: 0/10. Same as the Beatles, there is not a single eagle in this band. The name is misleading and we have all been lied to

Queen: 6/10. Partial points for Freddie Mercury

Led Zeppelin: 0/10. I don’t think any of these guys have ever even seen a zeppelin, let alone one made of lead. A lead balloon would crash faster than my hopes and dreams

The Rolling Stones: 3/10. There is not a single stone in this band. Some points added because I’m pretty sure they rolled quite a few

U2: 0/10. Despite what the name says, I am not a member of this band

Metallica: 9/10. Naming a metal band “Metallica” is like naming your dog “doggy”

Red Hot Chili Peppers: 2/10. These guys are not chili peppers. They’re not even that hot, let alone red hot

Guns N’ Roses: 0/10. How the fuck could a gun or a flower play music

Backstreet Boys: ?/10. Depends entirely on their current given location

Simon and Garfunkel: 10/10. No notes

The Doors: 1/10. Jim Morrison is kinda shaped like a door tho

Chicago: 4/10. The number of people in this band does not come even remotely close to the population of Chicago. Points added because it originated in Chicago

Earth, wind, and fire: 2/10. This is even more innacurate than Chicago. Points added because wind instruments were often used

Def Leppard: 3/10. There is not a single leopard in this band. Some of the members are probably kinda deaf by now tho

The Beach Boys: ?/10. Accuracy depends entirely on location

The Black Eyed Peas: 6/10. Not sure what the hell an ‘eyed pea’ is but the black part is pretty accurate

Imagine Dragons: ?/10. Depends entirely on whether or not they’re thinking about dragons.

Cage the Elephant: 1/10. Why would you do that. Let the elephant go

Green Day: 0/10. They’re not even green

The Police: 0/10. There is not a single cop in this band

KISS: 5/10. I’m sure they probably kissed sometimes

The Monkees: 0/10. Are you fucking kidding me

We Butter the Bread with Butter: 8/10. I can’t verify this but I have no reason to suspect that they’d lie. Butter seems like the most logical thing to butter bread with

King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard: 0/10. I got really excited about the concept of a lizard wizard only to be let down. My disappointment is immeasurable

They Might Be Giants: 5/10. I googled everyone in this band’s height, the tallest guy’s only 6’1 so I wouldn’t exactly consider him a giant. Then again, I can’t really argue because the claim was only that they MIGHT be giants

The Presidents of the United States of America: 2/10. None of these people are Joe Biden nor are any of them former presidents. This is incredibly misleading. I’m pretty sure “Lump” was written about my first girlfriend tho so I’ll give them a point or two

Gorillaz: 2/10 Not quite but we’re kinda close genetically so I’ll give them partial credit

The Killers: ?/10. I have no way of verifying if they’ve actually killed before but the fact that they’re not in prison tells me probably not

The Offspring: 10/10. These guys are definitely somebody’s offspring

Arctic Monkeys: 1/10. They are neither monkeys nor are they from the arctic

Thirty Seconds to Mars: 1/10. It takes WAY longer to get to mars than that

Beastie Boys: 8/10. They’re pretty beast on the guitar

Jimmy Eat World: 1/10. Slow the fuck down Jimmy, you’re biting off way more than you can chew

Hole: 9/10. One point deducted because I’m pretty sure they had more than one hole

Rage Against the Machine: 10/10. They did exactly that

Alice In Chains: 0/10. This is illegal. Let Alice go

The Band: 10/10. This could not possibly be more accurate

Nine Inch Nails: 1/10. I can’t find any good pictures of their feet but from what I can tell their fingernails definitely aren’t nine inches long

Bush: ?/10. Not quite sure about this one, felt uncomfortable asking

The Who: 2/10. I’m not dealing with this “Who’s On First” bullshit

Radiohead: 0/10. Not a single person in this band has a radio for a head

Queens of the Stone Age: 0/10. This band should be called “five random dudes from the modern era” but FRDFTMA is a bit of a mouthful

Soundgarden: 2/10. Sound does not grow in the garden

Sonic Youth: 5/10. They’re not exactly youth anymore but the sonic part checks out

Talking heads: 8/10. There’s more to the band than just a bunch of disembodied heads but the heads do tend to talk

The Cranberries: 0/10. Decent music but I only added them so that the Beatles and Freddie Mercury weren’t the only fruits on this list

The Wiggles: 8/10. They do tend to wiggle a lot

Blue Man Group: 10/10. Yep!

Weezer: 5/10. They all look like they definitely have asthma

Limp Bizkit: 3/10. While the visual image of baked goods playing the guitar is hilarious, Fred durst is not a biscuit. Points added because he probably has erectile dysfunction

Stone Temple Pilots: 0/10. None of these people are accredited as being licensed to pilot anything, much less an entire stone temple. Stone temples don’t need pilots anyways

Wasted Youth: 8/10. I guess it really kinda depends on how you frame it but yeah, they probably wasted a lot of it

Them Crooked Vultures: 3/10. These are people and not birds but Dave Grohl’s posture is kinda bad and John Paul Jones is so old that his neck kinda looks like a vulture’s so I added some points

Audioslave: 0/10. Slavery is illegal

Traveling Wilburys: 4/10. Sure, they traveled a lot but not a single one of those lying bastards was named Wilbury

D12: 6/12. There were only 6 people in this band

NWA: 10/10. I’m a little too white to safely comment on this one but I’d say they nailed it

Jet: 1/10. A real jet would be way too loud

Goldfinger: 0/10. Not a single person in this band has a finger made out of gold

No Doubt: ?/10. I can’t really be too sure how Gwen Stefani felt but I think it’s probably a safe assumption that she had some doubts

The White Stripes: 3/10. I bet if you stripped them down naked and made them stand shoulder to shoulder and squinted really hard they’d probably look more like white stripes

Screaming trees: 3/10. They scream occasionally

Garbage: 2/10. I think they’re being a little harsh on themselves, their music isn’t THAT bad

Butthole Surfers: 5/10. Not even gonna touch this one

Megadeth: 3/10. To be fair, some of the former members are dead but only a little amount of death, not mega death

Dead Kennedys: 2/10. Last I checked Kennedy was still dead but neither he nor his clones are members of this band

Cake: 0/10. The cake is a lie

Cracker: 8/10. Most of them are

Tool: 7/10. I don’t know much about their music but they sure look like tools

Counting Crows: ?/10. Is this what emo kids do instead of counting sheep? Accuracy depends on whatever bird they happen to be counting at the moment

Dave Matthews Band: 10/10. It certainly is

Oasis: 1/10. Their music is the opposite of an oasis

Blur: 2/10. They are not that fast

Barenaked Ladies: 0/10. If I wanted to be this disappointed I’d reestablish a connection with my biological father instead

Meat Puppets: 10/10. Technically, aren’t we all?

Live: 8/10. Apparently they still do live shows but I deducted some points because I’ve only ever heard their music on Spotify

ABBA: 9/10. I’m still not giving any points to Guns N’ Roses but that’s mostly out of spite

5 Finger Death Punch: 8/10 I guess it probably depends on how hard you hit them but this seems to be the usual amount of fingers to punch somebody with

All American Rejects: 9/10. They’re all rejects from America so I don’t really see any issue with this

T. Rex: 0/10. Even if any of these people WAS a T. Rex I don’t think their arms would be long enough to play their instruments

Free: 0/10. Unless you steal their music, in which case it becomes a 10/10

The Strokes: 3/10. To my knowledge, none of them have had a stroke but I still added a few points because the name was probably accurate for other reasons

The Smashing Pumpkins ?/10. Another thing I have no way of verifying but this seems like a waste of perfectly good pumpkins

Therapy?: ?/10. The hell are they asking me for? I don’t know their medical history

Twenty One Pilots. 0/10. There’s only two of them and neither is a licensed pilot

Finger Eleven: 0/10. Leave the poor Stranger Things girl out of this

Fall Out Boy: 9/10. I conferred with an expert on this one who confirmed that they are in fact boys who had a falling out

Cream: 8/10. Considering this was the OG supergroup I’m sure a lot of people did in fact cream when their music came out

Edit: humans aren’t fucking monkeys. Stop saying we are

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Monk and Robot by Becky Chambers

It's been centuries since the robots of Panga gained self-awareness and laid down their tools; centuries since they faded into myth and urban legend. Now, one returns to ask a tea monk: “What do people need?” They don’t have an answer yet, but together, they’re determined to find one. In a world where people have what they want, does having more matter?

The Bones Beneath My Skin by TJ Klune

It’s the spring of 1995, and Nate Cartwright has lost everything. Retreating to his family’s cabin in Oregon after hitting rock bottom, he expects solitude—until he finds a man named Alex and a girl who calls herself Artemis Darth Vader. And Artemis is anything but ordinary. As cultists and agents close in, Nate must choose: stay lost in the past or fight for a future he never saw coming.

Eat the Ones You Love by Sarah Maria Griffin

After losing her job and fiancé, Shell Pine moves back home and starts working at a flower shop in the mall. The flowers lift her spirits—and so does Neve, the alluring and secretive shop manager. But something sinister grows behind the scenes: a sentient orchid with a taste for manipulation, a hunger that can’t be sated, and a plan that could uproot them all.

But Not Too Bold by Hache Pueyo

The old keeper of the keys is dead, and the creature who ate her? Anatema, an enormous humanoid spider with a taste for laudanum and human brides. Now her protégée, Dália, must tend to Anatema’s memory drawers and uncover the truth behind her mentor’s execution. But there’s one problem: Anatema can’t resist a beautiful woman, and she eventually devours every single bride that crosses her path.

The Mimicking of Known Successes by Malka Older

On a remote, gas-wreathed outpost of a human colony on Jupiter, a man goes missing. Investigator Mossa follows his trail to Valdegeld, home to the colony’s university—and to her former girlfriend, Pleiti, a scholar of Earth’s pre-collapse ecosystems. As Mossa enlists Pleiti’s help, the two embark on a twisting path where the future of life on Earth—and their future together—may hang in the balance.

The Entanglement of Rival Wizards by Sara Raasch

Will they conjure love or evoke chaos? Two rival wizards are about to find out.

Ali Hazelwood meets Dungeons & Dragons in this enemies-to-lovers fantasy academia romcom where rival grad student wizards are forced to work together without killing—or falling for—each other.

Out on August 26, 2025!

Sandymancer by David Edison

Caralee Vinnet lives in a world of dust, where water is rare and the elements are tightly controlled. She has a secret: magic in her bones that lets her command the sand. But when she uses it, she summons the god-king who broke the world 800 years ago…and who’s now wearing her best friend’s body. Caralee will risk everything to save her friend—if her new companion doesn’t kill her first. Lucky Day by Chuck Tingle

Four years ago, an unthinkable disaster struck. In what became known as the Low-Probability Event, 8 million people died in bizarre, improbable ways. Vera, a former statistics professor, lost everything that day. But when a special agent arrives, investigating an impossibly lucky casino, Vera realizes she may be the only one who can stop another deadly improbability from happening again.

Coming August 12, 2025!

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[artytaeh]

i know that mattheo riddle and theodore nott would become two fucking brats after getting used to an affectionate girlfriend.

suddenly, these tall tough slytherin wizards get all sad and moody, if they don't receive a good morning kiss.

where the fuck are you going? you didn't kiss me good morning. where's my kiss? you haven't hugged me yet. hey— come here. love me. >:(

imo mattheo would be a slut for scalp massages and having his significant other playing with his hair. (flashbacks of those headcanons i wrote about him.)

the type of guy that rests his back against your chest, using it as a pillow, sat between your legs as he nonchalantly keeps talking with his friends— this whole position feeling heavenly if you play with his hair, running your fingers through it, whatever there is to give.

theodore would be more into receiving a lot of kisses on his face, to the point where he expects 'well done' kisses all the time. he opened the door for you? kiss his cheek. he helped you with something? a kiss on the lips.

with some effort, i think that theodore and mattheo, being the only ones in the whole group that smoke, would smoke less.

not stop smoking as a whole, since it's a habit that grew on them; they could, however, compromise to only smoke one or two cigarettes per day. would give you their lighter so you can help them control the amount of daily cigarettes, too.

so imagine them coming to you, showing the pack of cigarettes with the same amount of the previous day, with a big smile.

expecting kisses. pampering. being spoiled. babied, even. if you're not going to praise them, then they'll glare at you and take the pack back.

'if you're not pampering me then i might as well smoke one to fill the void.' dramatic ahh bitches.

this looks delulu BUT i just know that they're touched starved asf. it would take a while for them to understand that your touch and affections are genuine, not to seduce or rile them up for something sexual.

[riddlesrizzler]

Cupcake Kisses

summary: your new lip gloss has sent mattheo into a frenzy. characters: bf! mattheo. reader. mentions of slytherin boys. warnings: none just fluff :) word count: 831

It had been an ordinary Saturday morning-soft sunlight filtering through the enchanted windows of Hogwarts, warm enough to melt the frost from the grass, but still kissed with winter chill. You’d bundled up in your favorite coat and scarf, Mattheo trailing behind you with his usual confident swagger as the two of you wandered through Hogsmeade.

You hadn’t meant to go into the little apothecary-slash-beauty shop nestled between the stone shops, but something about the warm lighting and the soft pastel decor called to you. It smelled like sugar and lavender inside, shelves glittering with bottles and balms, lip glosses, and enchanted perfumes. You wandered in, and Mattheo let out a sigh but followed anyway, stuffing his hands into his coat pockets.

You were drawn to the display of lip glosses near the front-each tube sparkling like a potion, promising scents like “Strawberry Dream” and “Marshmallow Mischief.” But one stood out in particular: Sugar Rush - Cupcake Scented. The tester glimmered with the faintest pink sheen and, curious, you dabbed some onto your fingertip and brought it to your lips.

Immediately, you smiled. It smelled like vanilla cupcakes fresh out of the oven.

You bought it on the spot, not even waiting for Mattheo’s teasing to start.

-

Back in the Slytherin common room later that evening, you were lounging on the emerald green sofa, blanket tucked around your legs, a book balanced on your knee. You’d applied the gloss again simply because the scent made you happy. You barely even noticed when Mattheo dropped down beside you with a groan.

“Bloody freezing outside,” he muttered, shaking out his coat and rubbing his hands together.

You hummed sympathetically but didn’t look up. That changed quickly when Mattheo suddenly turned to stare at you-eyes narrowed, head tilted.

“What?” you asked, blinking.

He leaned in slightly. “You smell… sweet.”

You giggled. “Excuse me?”

“I’m serious,” he said, eyes narrowing. “You smell like… cupcakes.”

You flushed. “Oh! It’s my new lip gloss. I got it when we went shopping in Hogsmeade. It’s cupcake scented.”

Mattheo reached over and plucked the tube from the table where you’d left it. “This tiny thing is responsible for me wanting to kiss you every five seconds now?”

You raised a brow. “You already kiss me every five seconds.”

He smirked. “Exactly. Now I have a reason.”

Without warning, he leaned in and kissed you-soft and slow, savoring the scent. His hand cradled your jaw like you were made of porcelain, and when he pulled away, his eyes were glazed over.

“Merlin, you taste like sugar.”

You rolled your eyes, flustered. “It’s just lip gloss, Mattheo.”

“No,” he said, tugging you gently into his lap. “It’s dangerous. You’ve weaponized cupcakes.”

From the nearby chairs, Theo and Enzo looked up from their game of Wizard’s Chess.

“What’s dangerous?” Enzo asked, curiously eyeing the two of you tangled on the couch.

“Apparently,” Mattheo said, nuzzling into your neck, “my girlfriend’s lip gloss.”

Theo snorted. “Let me guess-cupcake flavored?”

“How did you-?”

“You’re literally sniffing her like a bloodhound,” Draco deadpanned from where he was studying at the table.

Blaise smirked. “At least he’s obsessed with sugar and not hexes for once.”

Mattheo didn’t respond. His attention was completely on you-fingers tracing circles on your thigh, eyes hooded with the soft kind of love that made your heart flutter. Every time you shifted or smiled, he leaned in for another kiss.

“You’re ridiculous,” you whispered against his lips.

“And you’re a walking bakery,” he said smugly. “And now I’m addicted.”

-

You spent the next few days noticing his behavior getting worse.

He’d sneak kisses in the middle of class, behind bookcases in the library, and even once during breakfast while you were sipping pumpkin juice. All because you wore the cupcake lip gloss.

At one point, you caught him digging through your bag looking for it.

“Mattheo!”

“What?! I needed a hit.”

“You act like it’s a drug!”

“It is!” he exclaimed, holding the tube up like a precious gem. “You don’t understand what this does to me, darling.”

Eventually, you were nearly out of the gloss. You were sitting on his bed in his dorm room, cross-legged in one of his oversized sweaters, carefully applying the last of it with your fingertip. Mattheo sat beside you, watching like a hawk.

“You should get more of that stuff,” he muttered.

You looked at him, amused. “You want me to always smell like dessert?”

He gave you a look. “You already are dessert.”

You laughed, cheeks glowing as he crawled behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“You could smell like nothing and I’d still be obsessed with you,” he murmured. “But this… this is just unfair.”

You leaned back into him, smiling. “So you really love it?”

“I really love you,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple. “But yes. The gloss too.”

And then he kissed you again.

Warm. Sweet. Full of cupcake-flavored love.

[eunoiaflow3r]

jealousy, jealousy - harry potter x reader

requests open!!

• warning(s): fluff mostly lol, harry pov, not proofread fr

• word count: 1.2k

• request(ed): “can you please write a jealous harry potter when his girlfriend starts hanging out with cedric?”

• summary: the request lol

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Every Friday after classes, Harry, you, Ron, and Hermione would find a quiet place to watch a movie on the projector Ron had snuck in. It was a tradition the four of you had come up with after finally each falling into your respective couples. You and Harry were first - you both knew you liked each other but never said anything. After a heated argument one day in the library (mostly you were frustrated he wasn’t being safe and smart with his life after an encounter with you-know-who) and he kissed you right in the middle of your rant. You two had been together ever since. Ron and Hermione finally admitted their feelings shortly after.

Tonight, you were late. Only by a few minutes, but enough to have Harry wondering where you were and how you were doing. What he didn’t expect to see or hear was your giggling followed by a deep voice coming his way. His head turned quickly to find you walking towards the group with Cedric Diggory at your side. Harry furrowed his brows and looked to Hermione and Ron in confusion. They didn’t look as worried as he was, but still offered no kind of relieving explanation. Once you reached them, he watched as you said goodbye and walked over to lean down and kiss Harry on the cheek. Cedric waved to the group before heading forward someplace else.

Harry cleared his throat. “Erm was that Diggory over there?”

“Yeah, it was,” you start, “I ran into him and we were talking about the Transfiguration assignment before we realized we were heading the exact same way.”

“Oh, hm, alright.”

And that was the end of that. Harry didn’t press any further. He didn’t see the need and he wasn’t the type. He was just glad you were at his side now and he could enjoy the movie with you.

The next day at breakfast, Harry listened to how worried you were about passing two of your classes. He tried to tell you everything would be alright but he could hardly get a word in. He didn’t mind though. He liked listening to you even if half of it wasn’t really making any sense.

“Y/N!”

Both Harry and your head turn to the noise. It was Cedric Diggory heading your way, papers in hand.

“Hello Potter.” Cedric says smiling.

“Diggory.” He nods politely.

“Y/N, here are those notes that I promised you. I was able to find them in my things from last yea I had buried.”

“Oh my God thank you!” Harry watches you exclaim. “You’re a life saver!”

Harry rolls his eyes as Cedric walks away. He’s even more surprised when you jump out of your seat.

“I have to go study these Harry, I’ll see you later.”

Unfortunately for him, later wasn’t until the night where he was finally able to see you holed up in your room, Diggory’s notes in hand. Like the good boyfriend he is, Harry brought your favorite snacks because he knew you’d want them and wasn’t sure if you had eaten or not. You told him all about what you had learned and understood now that you had the notes, and he stroked your hair and listened until you fell asleep on his chest. For some reason, even though nothing was wrong, every time you mentioned Cedric and his oh so helpful notes there was a little ball of fire simmering in Harry’s chest. Tonight he would ignore it, but he wasn’t sure for how much longer he would be able to do that.

“Do you think this Diggory thing is weird?” Harry asks Ron during a Wizard’s Chess game the next day. You and Hermione were off in the library looking for a next good read. Harry and Ron weren’t as interested in doing that.

“What Cedric? What thing?”

“Well, I don’t know. First he walks her to us on Friday and now he’s giving her notes?”

Ron stuffs his face with toast before answering, mouth full. “Well, I don’t know, sounds innocent enough to me, she’s been really stressing about that class.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

After the match, Harry and Ron make their way to the library and see you and Hermione side by side by side looking looking at a book that was thick enough that your foot could probably break if it was accidentally dropped. Unfortunately, Cedric was right in between the two of you.

“This is amazing.” You gleam. Harry watched as you smiled ear to ear looking at the pages in front of you. It didn’t help the ball of fire that Cedric was smiling too.

“Hey guys.” Hermion says. You look up and when you spot Harry you make your way over to him.

“How was chess?” you ask as you kiss him gently on the lips.

Harry kisses you back while still keeping his eye on Cedric. He notices that Cedric’s eyes haven’t left you. “Ron won. What’s going on here?”

“Y/N and I were looking for a really good fantasy book about this Herbologist and Cedric helped us find something even better since we couldn’t find the copy we were looking for. Guess it was already checked out.”

“Hmm.” Harry says.

“What’s wrong?” You ask.

Harry shakes his head as if to say nothing.

Cedric greets the boys and then bids you all goodbye. Harry thought that still his eyes lingered on you for a little too long, but nothing in your response to him gave Harry any pause. You weren’t giving Diggory any extra attention that gave any problem but still he couldn’t quite get the flames to calm down.

Harry held your hand as he walked you to your dorm. He was quiet almost the whole time and let you talk about the book Cedric had introduced you to. To be honest, and he hated, it sounded like a really good book. And Harry hated that. He knows it’s innocent and nothing is technically wrong, but still he was upset because Cedric lately has seemed to be able to help you with so many things.

“Harry?” You ask.

“Hm?” Before he knew it you had already reached your dorm, but he was lost in thought.

“What’s wrong? Honestly this time..” You ask.

“Nothing.” He says. “Nothing’s wrong.”

“Harry, you’re lying.”

Harry wanted to deny and argue, but he knew that you knew him better than that and would beat the answer out of him sooner or later.

“I just, you know, Diggory has been doing a lot for you lately and the way he was looking at you today was just..ya’know I -”

“Harry, are you jealous?”

Harry’s cheeks turned a shade of pink that made you smile.

Harry leaned into you as you cupped on of your hands onto the side of his face and the other ran through his hair.

“Harry, I only have eyes for you. You don’t ever need to worry.”

You press your lips against his and he kisses back with fervor. He liked that your lips tasted like cherries for some reason and he savored it while his hands wrapped around your waist. He got butterflies when you moaned as he gently bit your lip. He loves the feeling of you against him and he just wanted to get closer and be able to be in this moment with you forever.

“That’s good to hear.” He says when you finally break away. He could feel heat in his cheeks almost hotter than the moment the two of you just shared.

“Jealousy is not a good look on you Potter. I prefer flushed instead.”

[writingsbychlo]

DECK THE HALLS | DRACO MALFOY

SUMMARY: Narcissa has big plans for her son's girlfriend this time of year, and you're determined to live up to her expectations. WORD COUNT: 7680 NOTES: The first fic of this year's Christmas series, and I think you guys will really love it! It's cute, it's sweet, and it's just the right amount of sassy-Draco.

The moment you sank into the seat beside him, Draco pushed a cup of your favourite herbal tea across to you, his lips brushing your cheek as he whispered a sleepy greeting. Opposite you, Mattheo was half-asleep above his bowl of cereal, his head tipping forward precariously — and a slight thrill shot through you at the idea of him dropping face-first into the milky bowl. 

“You’re evil for choosing a six am lecture, do you know that? And they think Matt’s father is the darkest wizard there is.” Daphne groaned as she shuffled into the kitchenette of your small, shared flat in her bunny-eared muggle slippers. Chancing a glance at Draco, you didn’t miss the disgraced twist to his lips as he eyed them. Just like always. 

“Nobody forced you to get up at this time, y’know.” You teased, blowing the steam away from your mug, and Mattheo’s head lulled forward just far enough to fall when the toast popped. He jerked his head back up, only inches from getting a face-full of milk and rice crispies, and you pouted in disappointment as he blinked himself back awake, and scooped some more into his mouth, chewing obnoxiously. “Why do you get up at this time every day?”

“Because Dray makes us all breakfast if we do!” Daphne chirped, adjusting far better to the early rise than your other roommate, who would be cranky until noon, even without face-planting his crackling snack. 

“Correction, I make my girlfriend breakfast, and you two just pilfer food that isn’t yours.” He snarked, buttering the toast, and kissing the top of your head a moment later as he placed it down in front of you. Moments later, a teapot, jam, a plate of only slightly too-crispy bacon and hashbrowns floated over too, laying themselves out on the table along with plates and cutlery. 

Since his insistence on moving into his own accommodation at the start of university, Draco had been practising his cooking skills. After setting off the fire alarms every day for the first two weeks and screaming every insult under the sun at the beeping box on the ceiling, he’d started to become quite adept at it. 

A harmony settled across the table as you all tucked into your food, only the scrape of butter on toast and the occasional squeak of metal on pottery sounded, the tea in your mug sinking dwindling as the clock on the wall ticked on. Finally, when it was time to leave, you floated all the dishes to the sink, and let Draco trail you to the door of your cramped apartment. Wrapping a thick scarf around your neck, he used it to pull you in for a kiss, smiling against your lips when you grumbled;

“I have to go, Dray.”

“I know.” He mused, licking across your lower lip in that same way that always made your legs tremble a little. 

“Stop it.”

“I’m not doing anything.” Your boyfriend teased, his hands sneaking around your waist to pull you in close. Your hand, that had been reaching for your coat, somehow found itself tangling into those soft blonde strands instead. 

“I’m going to be late.” Your murmur was swallowed by his mouth closing over your own, a wider kiss, covering your mouth and you sagged into him. He was practically radiating smugness, the squeeze of his arms around you, the arrogance in his breathy chuckle. “Dray…”

“Mmmh?”

“I—”

A tapping at the window cut you off, and Draco pulled back with an indignant sound, whipping his head around to look at the window. He sighed with agitation, “Do you think my mother simply does not care that our apartment building is Muggle, or does she still think Muggles use carrier pigeons?” 

You smothered a laugh as he made his way over to the window, taking a little more effort to open it as ice frosted the seals closed, but when he finally did, the tawny brown owl acknowledged him with a rather irritated hoot. The moment Draco had taken the letter, it was stretching its wings, flapping again and taking off into the murky dawn light. 

Tugging on your coat as he closed the window back up and shuddered, you shouldered your bag. Upon seeing your progress towards leaving, and another morning of failing to hinder your departure, Draco pouted. His attention turned to the letter in his hands as you opened the front door. “It’s for you.”

“What?”

“My mother, she sent the letter to you. Do you want me to leave it on your—”

“Give it here!” You squeaked, lunging for the letter, and letting the door fall back shut as you snatched it from his hands. Just like he said, elegantly scrawled across the front in Narcissa’s handwriting was your name, and a flush of nervous heat flooded your body. Suddenly, despite the ice and snow outside, you were wearing too many layers. 

“I thought you had to leave?”

“It’s a letter from your mother! I can’t leave this until later!” Turning it over and running a shaky finger under the seal with the Malfoy signet, you popped it open, the envelope falling open into a folded parchment with the same lovely handwriting contained inside.

Scanning your eyes over the words, seconds seemed to drag on into endless minutes, as you read it again and again. At last, you clutched the letter to your chest, peering up at your confused boyfriend with wide eyes. “So, what did she say?”

“She wants me to plan the annual Christmas Eve party this year.”

Your breathing was light and shallow as you sat inside the restaurant, smoothing down floo-rumpled hair that had taken Daphne almost an hour to style for you. Your dress was new, courtesy of a panicky shopping trip with Draco after insisting you had nothing appropriate to wear to eat dinner with his mother. Your lipstick was the perfect shade and you’d made sure your perfume was just on the right side of decorous, not the sultry date night scent you typically wore to places like this. 

And still, despite all your preparations, your hand trembled as you picked up your water glass and brought it to your lips. 

And then, the green flames at the front of the restaurant flashed once again, and out stepped Narcissa Malfoy. Sophistication incarnate, she smoothed her hand down the front of her dress, one that made your own feel like a burlap sack. Several members of staff flooded to her side before she’d even finished stepping down from the line of fireplaces, and she smiled politely as she handed over her coat. Inquisitive gaze flicking over the room, that smile became genuine as she set her sights on you sitting at the table already, and she walked through the room like she owned it as she made her way to you. 

Standing as she approached, she let out a regal scoff —how she managed to make a scoff sound so posh was beyond you— and waved a hand in the air. “No need for formalities, dear. Sit, please.”

She kissed both of your cheeks, before pointing to your chair, and you sank into it as she settled into hers. “It’s so lovely to see you, Narcissa. I was surprised you wanted to see me, alone. Draco is—”

“Draco is probably pacing in that little apartment you both live in that he insists upon. Why he forces you to live there when he could have much nicer accommodations is beyond me.”

“It’s a nice apartment. We bought some lovely throw blankets.” Hiding your smile in your glass, your laugh at her expression bubbled your water, and heat rushed to your cheeks as you lowered it and patted at your lip. “I’m so sorry.”

The woman before you only chuckled privately and raised her hand to a waiter. The young man hurried over, cracking open a bottle of white wine without even having to be told, and Narcissa smiled at your confusion. “I have the same wine every time I come, this quaint little place is a favourite of mine. Did you know Lucius attended this same university when he was your age?”

You tried not to hang on the word quaint, thanking the waiter as he poured you a glass too, before hurrying from the table once again. Instead, you moved on to something else, “Which university did you attend, Mrs Malfoy?”

“Oh, no. I didn’t attend university, dear. In my day, a woman was never supposed to be more intelligent than her husband. Educated, of course, but not too smart.” A fond look passed over her features, “Though, Lucius has never seemed to mind. I have read enough to possess multiple degrees by now, he is not intimidated by my curiosity for knowledge. It is one of the reasons I love my husband. But, enough about me.”

Your breathing hitched as her eyes sharpened on you once again. She toyed with the bracelet on her wrist and plucked off a small charm. Placing it on the table, with a single muttered incantation, a gorgeous, pure-leather briefcase with her initials embedded on the side in gold, filled the available space. The clasps popped open, and she peered at you over the lid. 

“Let’s skip the small talk, shall we, dear? We have much to discuss. You know what you’d like to eat, I presume?”

You did not, in fact, know what you wanted, but you nodded regardless, and picked the first thing from the menu that came to mind. When your order was given, Narcissa placed a delicate pair of reading glasses onto her nose and began to pull out papers and folders to stack beside her wine glass. 

“You shall host the Christmas Eve party this year, but despite it being loosely called a ‘party’, it is so much more. It is a social event, a business event, and one of the most desired gatherings of the year. It is exclusive, thousands of wizards globally vie for a spot on this guest list and most are disappointed year in and year out. It must be spectacular, splendid, and unique. Repeated themes are the death of any social event, as I’m sure you know.” Peering over the rim of her glasses at you, she raised a manicured eyebrow inquisitorially. “Are you taking notes?”

With a jump, you reached for your far less elegantly-stored bag on the back of your chair, and rooted through for your notebook and QuickQuill, setting it to work atop the table as she continued to speak. 

“I have brought my records for the last ten years, and a list of the themes dating back the last thirty, in order to help you. I have also included a copy of any and all documents I typically use, to help you out a little. Nobody helped me when I first began. Merlin, Lucius’ mother hated me until the wonderful day the old hag died, she wanted to see me fail. I do not want to see you fail.” She looked up as the scribbling of the quill on your paper stopped at her small rant. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I, uhh, I—” You stumbled over your words, clearing your throat as she closed the briefcase and linked her hands, setting them upon the tabletop with poise as she waited, “I’m just wondering why?”

“Why?” She sniffed, pushing her glasses further up her nose and raising one brow into a high arch. “Why what?”

“Why you’re giving this to me? It’s an honour, truly, but I’m just wondering why you would put something so important, your family’s name, into my hands?”

At that, Narcissa’s lips turned up into a fond smile, and her head tipped to the side. “My son loves you.”

After a moment’s pause, you nodded, throat feeling thick. “He does.”

“I am happy for him. He adores you, as he should. You are a wonderful girl, my dear. I do not want you to have the harsh break into this world that I did. I thought I had been prepared to become a wife, I was an heir of a Sacred Twenty-Eight family, but a union between the most noble House of Black and the most powerful House of Malfoy created something else entirely. You, you are clearly Draco’s one. The men in this family love wholly, powerfully, and obsessively. You will be a Malfoy one day, and I wish for you to be ready. I wish to guide you in a way nobody guided me.”

Words froze in your throat, and tears prickled behind your eyes are her words. “You really think that? You think Draco will marry me one day?”

“I’d be surprised if he wasn’t already thinking about it. He is, at the end of the day, still a high-society boy raised to find a suitable wife.” She left her statement short and succinct, and you sniffed lightly to hold back your feelings. “Do not cry.”

“Sorry, I—”

“I mean it. Do not start crying. We have work to do.” 

You nodded, but then she smiled fondly, and a small and emotional squeak escaped you.

The number of notes Narcissa had given you at dinner alone had required their own folder entirely to properly organise. So this morning, you’d braved yourself on a journey out in the ice and snow to a local stationary store to pick up two more. Surrounded by open folders, QuickQuills, and some coloured tabs and inky pens deemed highlighters that you’d noticed some Muggle girls picking up, you had set to work hours ago. 

Your neck ached, your back was sore, and two of your QuickQuills had broken while the notepad in your lap had more pages torn out in frustration than actually had useful ideas and notes. 

That, and Draco had been needy since the moment he’d gotten home, laying himself out dramatically on the floor in front of you and trading refills on your tea for kisses. Some time ago, he’d convinced you to take a break for dinner and to do your homework together at the table. 

Now, the sun had set, Mattheo had long since returned from his part-time job at the record store, and Daphne had come back from her weekend study group, gotten ready, and gone back out for a date, and you still felt like you hadn't quite done enough. If the stress of party planning didn’t kill you, it was certainly going to cripple you. 

Stretching your arms over your head from where you perched before the coffee table, you pushed your legs out into any space available. As you did, a relieved groan slipped free at the delicious pain of tight muscles unfurling in your back. Draco cupped your chin, tipping your head back to drop a kiss onto your lips as he passed by to go to the kitchen, leaving his book marked and closed on the side of the couch. 

You listened to him make another cup of tea, rubbing blurry eyes and attempting to focus once again. Just before you could re-enter the zone, tapping on glass broke your focus, and you heard Draco sigh. Cracking open a window, he retrieved whatever had been sent, feeding the bird a few treats before sending it on its way again and closing out the cold chill of the December night. 

He appeared moments later, his black and white Christmas-themed socks filling your peripherals. 

“Another letter for you, from my mother.” Draco drawled, passing the envelope to you as you glanced up from your folders. He waved it before your face, and you snatched it with a scowl, adding in a glare for emphasis when he only laughed. “You know, she writes to you more than she writes to me these days.”

“Yes, well, we complain to one another about the terrors of you Malfoy men and how we’re supposed to put up with you.” Your words were muttered amid distraction, skimming your gaze over the letter in your hands and frowning. “Word has already gotten out about this party, and now the Prophet wants to run an article on it.”

Your voice climbed higher and higher as you spoke, until your boyfriend winced at the shrill tone you had taken on. “I wouldn't worry too much about that.”

“Wouldn’t worry— it’s the party, Draco! And now the media wants a piece! If it’s a failure, the entire Wizarding World is going to know about it by eight the following morning!”

“More like six, if they hurry it though printing—”

“Draco!”

He rolled his eyes, flopping ungracefully down onto the couch and stretching his body long out on it. Holding his arms open, you collapsed into them with a whine, and he kissed your forehead as he wrapped you into a tight embrace. With the letter crumpled between you both, you pressed your face into his neck, taking in a deep breath of his cologne and letting it calm you slightly. 

“You’ll still love me even if I throw the worst party ever, right?”

“Yes, I’ll still love you!” He spoke through peels of sudden laughter, and the shake of his chest underneath you brought a smile to your face. Propping yourself up to peer down at him, he puckered his lips, a request for a kiss that you eagerly indulged. “And I meant it. This isn’t personal to you, this is just Skeeter trying to push a new weak point. I don’t even think she knows you’re the host yet, she does this every year. She tries to wrangle her way into an invitation through her job, and every year, my mother sneers at her letters and burns them.”

“Really?”

“Yes, my love.” Rubbing his hands up and down your back, Draco leaned up to press another loving, lingering kiss to your forehead. “Now, can you please put those folders away for the night? We haven’t set up our Christmas tree yet, and you haven’t given me proper cuddles all day.”

“Just five more minutes?” You bargained, and his lips tightened with annoyance for a fraction of a second. 

“Only as long as it takes me to make two hot chocolates.”

“Deal.”

“Hi, baby.” You whispered, leaning against the doorframe. Draco peered up at you from over the top of his reading glasses, folding his book silently and placing it down on the bedside table. He laced his fingers together, resting his hands across his stomach, and waited. “Whatcha’ reading?” 

“A thousand and one ways to ruin your girlfriend’s Christmas party.” He deadpanned, and your smile fell, arms crossing over your chest. Straightening up and stepping into the room a little more, Draco smirked at the glare you gave him. 

“If you would just help me out a little—”

“You’ve yet to apologise for what you said earlier.” He crosses his ankles casually, lounging on the bed. 

“Yes, well, earlier was—”

“That’s not how apologies start.” Draco chastised, clicking his tongue. With a strangled sigh, and a slightly childish stomp of your foot, you caved. Ignoring the urge to ask him what he knew about good apologies, you instead made your way closer to the side of the bed. As you approached, he reached out, wrapping his arm around the backs of your legs and looking up at you, waiting. 

“I’m sorry for shouting at you and calling you a bad boyfriend when you messed with my sticky notes. It really wasn’t that deep.” Your words were begrudging, certainly holding an underlying bitterness to them that wasn’t hidden, but Draco grinned nonetheless. “I’m just really stressed out.”

“You’re putting too much thought into this, darling. You need to relax. It’s just a party.”

“It’s not just a party! Do you realise that these people will—” Will be our wedding guests one day? Will be the people who pass judgment on my suitability to be your wife someday? Will remember this social event for the rest of their lives? It all sounded too shallow to say out loud, but somehow, it still meant something to you. “Will be so disappointed if it’s not good.”

Your boyfriend’s brows furrowed, he knew there was more you weren’t saying, but he didn’t push. Instead, he wrapped his arms more securely around you, tugging you down onto the bed, and you squealed as he rolled you over, your back in the blankets and his lips closing over your own in a slow kiss. 

Your fingers laced into his hair, nails dragging over his scalp and he hummed happily, lips pressing more insistently into your own. Every tug and drag, every beat of his heart onto his chest pressed to yours, helped to settle the raging nerves that were sending tremors through your body. 

“I know you don’t think it, love, but it’s going to be fantastic. You needn’t be so worried.”

Smoothing your hands along his cheeks, you unhooked his glasses, folding them away with a sweet kiss to his nose. Putting them down on top of his forgotten book, you decided to try your luck one more time. “Does this mean you’ll help me? Because I could really use a second opinion on—”

“Nuh-uh. My mother entrusted you with this job. And I know why.” 

At your gasp, he smirked. “You do?”

“Of course, I do. This party is a tradition for generations of Malfoy women, so if you’re going to be a Malfoy woman, you’d better learn now.” At your scoff, he pressed a kiss to your lips, chuckling when you puckered and attempted to steal more. 

“If you don’t help me, then you’d better find a new future woman.”

“Shan’t. Can’t. I’ve already chosen you, and the men never party plan. We’re terrible at it. Just ask my mother about when my father suggested a Weasley-orange banner for—”

“Alright, alright!” Your arms flung around his neck, pulling him in for more kisses, and leaving the conversation behind. For a little while, you were perfectly willing to let Draco help you forget your stresses. 

“My darling, what are you doing?” Draco’s groggy voice split the silence of the room, and you blinked as you refocused on him. Pyjamas pants low on his hips and no shirt, a spattering of pale hair trailing down his lower stomach and disappearing into his waistband… Some absent part of your exhausted brain sparked with excitement at the sight of him. “It’s two o’clock in the morning.”

“What? No, it’s not. I said I’d come to bed at—”

“At midnight?” Draco yawned, covering his mouth with one hand and pointing at the clock with the other. True to his word, it was actually past two, and a sigh slipped out. 

“Oh.” 

“Mhm.” Draco shuffled across the room, standing behind you and running his fingers through your hair. “This is what we’re doing now? We’re staying up all night?”

“No, no. I’ll pack away and come to bed now.” Stacking up your papers, you turned to look up at him with a smile. “I did it.”

“You did it?”

“Yes. I have officially finished the whole of my planning stage. Now, I just have to… y’know, actually put everything together and pull it off and hope it’s a success and—” His brows raised, and you took a deep breath, remembering all the steadying words he’d muttered to you over the last few weeks. “I’ll just put all this away, and come to bed, okay?”

“Okay. I’ll wait up for you.” Draco promised, dipping to press a kiss to the crown of your head.

He padded away silently through the room, and as you scooped up a pile of papers, they slipped out of your sleep-trembling hands, spilling across the floor. “Oh, crap.”

“Alright, that’s enough.” He grumbled, returning across the room and leaning down, smacking the papers out of your hands where you attempted to clear them up. Dipping down, he hooked an arm underneath your legs, lifting you swiftly up into the air and cradling you to his chest. “They’ll still be there in the morning. Sleep, now.”

An argument sat on the tip of your tongue, but he was right, and the moment your cheek touched his shoulder and your eyes slipped closed, you knew it too. You were half asleep before he’d even reached the bedroom, dropping you both onto the mattress, still warm from his body, and cradling you to his chest. A sweet kiss and a deep rumble in your ear were the last things you recalled, before curling into his chest and falling asleep. 

Shaking out your hand, you whimpered a little at the pain taking over. “I’m going to end up with my hand locking in this shape.” 

Daphne glared at you from across the table, clearly still unhappy about the fact that two hours ago you’d managed to rope her into helping you with this job as well. Your eyes were blurring, your hand was cramping, and you were still only halfway through writing out the invitations. You’d put Daphne on folder organisation, her voice was hoarse from reading out addresses, and creating a filing system for RSVP’s and replies for your records. 

If you had to hear any more dietary requirements, special requests, or seating demands, you were going to lose your mind. Only a few more envelopes had been completed, joining the pile of ones still waiting to be sealed with wax and sent on their way, before a shooting pain shot up your arm as cramps set in. 

Dropping the quill in your hand and messing up the letter before you, you cursed at the smeared ink. Rubbing your palm and digging your thumb into the tense muscles, you conceded that now was most definitely the time to take a break. 

Swaggering into the room, Mattheo peered over at the mess that had become the shared kitchen table, his brows shooting up his forehead. “You two look busy.”

“I’m being held against my will,” Daphne muttered, tucking away the pages into the folder and beginning to pack away, despite your protests. 

“You want some help?” Mattheo offered, and your gaze snapped to him.

“Oh, Matty, that’s so sweet…” Your lips pressed together, wincing a little bit as he eyed all of the stationary and neatly-arranged piles on the table. “It’s just…”

“Your handwriting is shocking and your organisational skills are even worse.” Daphne put bluntly, and you hid a laugh at the sulky expression on his face, even if he knew it was true. “Besides, don’t you have a date tonight?”

“Well, yes.” He spun to give you both his back as his cheeks flushed pink, opening and closing random drawers in an attempt to look busy. 

You gave an excited squeal as Daphne smirked at his bashfulness. “Is it with—”

“Yes!” He huffed, the tips of his ears now turning red too.

“You really like this girl, huh? You never see the same girl twice, and this is, what, your fourth date?” Your teasing made him relent, and he at last turned around. He was picking nervously at the sweater he must’ve bought just for this occasion, as you’d never seen it before. 

“Fifth, actually. We, uhh, bumped into each other last week after class and went for some impromptu coffee, and…” He scratched the back of his neck, a sweet smile taking over. “Do I look okay?”

“You look lovely, Mattheo.” Standing up, you fixed his collar for him, brushing off the shoulders of his sweater, and he preened into your touch. “Oh, wow, Daph. You have to come and see this. Is this… what I think it is?”

“What?” Mattheo panicked, turning his head to his shoulder as you rubbed the fabric between your fingers. Turning him around, he attempted to peer over his shoulder as you turned the inside of his collar out. “What is it?”

“It doesn’t say it on the label, but…”

“You know, I think you’re right,” Daphne said, feeling the fabric stretched across his shoulders. “No, no, it definitely is.”

“What? I don’t have time to change! My jumper is what?” Mattheo gasped anxiously.

“Boyfriend material.” You said, very seriously, and it took a moment for the fear to melt out of his eyes and be replaced by annoyance. 

“Oh, fuck off.” Mattheo pushed you both away from him, scowling as your laughter filled the room, and the pair of you made your way back over to the table. “You two are the worst.”

“You love us.”

“I don’t know why.” He mumbled, glancing at the clock, even as his cheeks stretched into a smile. “I have to go soon. But how about I make you both a snack before I do? I can at least make a good sandwich.”

“That’s… everything.” You mumble, staring in awe at the two —almost three, filled folders of notes, invitations, floor plans and more. “I can’t believe that’s it.”

“It is?” Draco asked, through a mouthful of fried rice as he fixated on the screen. Since Mattheo’s introduction of a Muggle television into the flat, Draco had been hooked on a ‘sitcom’ a half-blood in one of his classes had introduced him to. He had written to Theo three times this week alone to update him on ‘Ross and Rachel’. Theo had given up replying last week.

“Yes. Everything, it’s all done.”

“Mhm.”

“Draco!” You snapped, and he paused the show, wide eyes moving to you as he stared innocently. “I’m done.”

It took him a moment to process before his face split into a wide grin. “You finished the party planning?”

“I did!” He put down his container of food as you dove across the couch to cup his cheeks, smacking giggly kisses onto his mouth as you took him down into the cushions with you. Large hands gripped your waist, a smile on his face as he chuckled by your ear.

“So, does this mean I get my girlfriend back, at last?”

“Yes, I suppose.” You rolled your eyes through a smile, flattening yourself out against him on the couch, content to melt into his body as he pressed play on the show. He picked up a new box, hand-feeding you dumplings in turns as the episode played on, and you chuckled between jokes and comedic pauses as you finally allowed yourself to unwind. 

“Don’t you think Pansy is just like Monica?” Draco asked after a while, wincing as you screeched a laugh beside his ear at the impromptu comparison. “The need to control, that inherently irritating early-morning mentality, looking shockingly good in red—”

You pinched his side, just over his ribs, and he yelped but did not continue comparing how good other women looked in red. After a second or two of deliberation, you added, “Tom is Ross.”

“What? No. Tom is Chandler! Tom is smart and ridiculously awkward and incapable of talking to women!” Draco argued, and you sat up in his lap, shaking your head. 

“No! No. Tom is Ross, the complete obsession with one specific thing and also being a massive control freak, plus, the commitment! He was adorably committed to Carol, and Rachel, bar that whole cheating moment—”

“They were on a break—” You pressed your finger over Draco’s lips to silence him. 

“Anyway, I can totally see Tom accidentally getting someone knocked up, and also, you have to save Joey and Chandler for Theo and Matty!”

Draco mulled it over, “Okay. I’ll give you that.”

He pulled you back down onto his chest, and you snuggled in. Between the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree and the dulled tones of the easy-going TV show to send you off into a hazy place, with Draco’s fingers smoothing up and down your back. 

“You look perfect.” You smiled, hands clasped under your chin as you looked at Draco in his newly fitted dress robes. This was the first time he was seeing them, the look on his face unreadable as he took in the design, fit and patterns, but you thought it was just right. “Do you like it?”

Draco looked at himself in the mirror again, straightening out the sleeves and buttoning the rather modern front, tucking one hand into a pocket. At last, he turned to you and smiled. “Well, it’s nothing like what my mother normally makes me wear, but I love it. Are you finally going to tell me the theme?”

“No! You said you didn’t want to give any opinions, so now, it’s a surprise! Nobody knows, except me!” Smoothing your hands over his shoulders and down his arms, you admired the pretty picture he painted before you, even in the dim light of your bedroom so late at night. “I have a couple of handkerchief options for your pocket, and I was thinking we could pin a sprig of holly onto your—”

Your words died in your throat in a sudden rush as a thought crossed your mind, and Draco waited, brow furrowing the longer you remained silent. “What’s wrong, you don’t like it?”

“I forgot a dress.” You whispered to yourself, shock draining from your body as realisation set in. “I got so caught up with everything else that I never ordered a dress! It’s next week, Draco! How am I supposed to find something by then, between classes and—”

“You’re okay.”

“No, this is so not okay!”

“Darling, breathe.” Draco cupped your face, kissing your lips quietly, “I have something for you.”

Opening up the wardrobe dedicated to his clothes, Draco pulled out a garment bag. Embroidered on the front in sparkling gold was the name of his family tailor, and he hooked it onto the front of the door. Unzipping it slowly, beautiful waves of green silk and jewels filled your vision, a sparkling corset and a flowing skirt that spilled out of the bag the moment it was open. 

“I noticed a few days ago that you’d ordered me new robes, but not a dress for yourself. I asked my mother and Daphne, and you hadn't planned anything with either of them. So, I ordered you something.”

“Oh, Dray…” You whispered, stepping closer to admire the dress. Your fingers hovered just over the top of it, and Draco carefully lifted it out, laying it over his arm for you to better admire. “It’s perfect. How in Merlin’s name did you know?”

“Well, red, green and gold were some of the specified colours on the invitations, and I knew damn well you weren’t going to dare dress me in red, so green it was. Plus, I mentioned to my tailor that I needed a dress for you that matched whatever secret outfit you had planned for me.” He shrugged, like it was no big deal, and your cheeks flushed as you looked between him and the dress. “Do you like it?”

“I love it.”

“Good, because I already picked up some jewellery for you too.” You quirked a brow, smirking at him as he rolled his eyes. “Can’t have you pulling the same nonsense you did last year, so I fetched a couple of items from the vault.”

“Can I see?”

“No. It’s a surprise. Unless, of course, there’s anything you want to tell me?” He bargained, and your jaw dropped at his audacity, shaking your head. 

“I love you?”

“Hm. No. But I love you too.” Kissing the tip of your nose, he held the dress up for you. “Try this on, I want to see you in it, and see us both side by side.” 

Taking it from his hands, the soft material slipped through your fingers and floated like clouds as you held it up. “Draco, I…”

Words died in your throat, unable to properly convey just how much this meant to you. Despite his refusal to get involved with the ridiculously stressful planning of the party, Draco had made sure to dote on you and take care of you all the way through. He seemed to see right through you, his expression softening as he leaned down to press his forehead to yours. “Hey. You take care of everyone else, and I’ll take care of you.”

Straightening out Draco’s collar for the eighth time, you huffed anxiously when he batted away your hands. “Darling, my robes are fine. Tug on them anymore and you’re going to crease them.”

“I’m sorry. I’m just so nervous.”

“Don’t be. You planned a perfect party, and you worked so hard. Let yourself enjoy it now.” Draco took both of your hands in his as he chuckled, kissing your knuckles as you conceded to his point. He was right, this ridiculous batch of nerves was far more out of a need to impress his mother than it was to impress anyone else on that invitation list, but you couldn't shake the buzz of trepidation in your veins. “Let me distract you.”

“Distract me?”

“Yes. Let me distract you.” Draco grinned, tipping your chin up with a finger underneath your jaw, and dipping his head down. His lips encased your own, a soft sound of pleasure bubbling from inside you as the taste of mint and lingering wine from his drinks with Theo spread to your tongue. Two large hands wrapped around your waist, settling on your lower back. He tugged you closer to him again, until you were crushed to his chest, no doubt wrinkling his robes, as your arms looped around his neck. 

With every crush of his mouth against your own, your worries slipped further from you, letting the proximity and adoration of your boyfriend settle the unease brewing within you. Something cold brushed against your collarbones, the dipped neckline of the dress Draco had chosen for you showed goosebumps in its wake, and you pulled back with a gasp at a tug on your earlobe. 

You raised your hand, a simple but elegant charmed bracelet was wrapping itself around your wrist, as your fingers brushed your sternum to feel the pendant of a necklace perfectly setting itself on your chest. In your ears, a string of diamonds now swung lightly from each one, completing your look at last. 

“Perfect. Now you’re properly adorned, as Malfoy woman should be.”

“Don’t tell me this necklace is your family crest like a brand.” You teased, pinching it between your thumb and forefinger, but only the precise cuts of a perfectly-carved gem were felt beneath your finger pads, not a name or brand to be found. 

“Well, I was tempted, but no. I went a little subtler, instead, I chose a very recognisable piece from the Malfoy public collections.”

His smirk made a flush rush to your cheeks, but you didn’t have time to address it before one of the Manor’s house elves popped into the empty space before you, curling a finger around its ear as it bobbed excitedly where it stood. “Misses first guests be arriving, the floo has been opened and the guest’s carriages be coming through the gates. Does miss or sirs be needing anything else, or should Fip be starting pouring the drinks?”

“Pouring drinks would be excellent, thank you, Fip.” Draco murmured, sending the elf away with one final pat on your back as he stepped away, Draco smoothed a hand down the front of his robes. With the mere wave of a hand, the large wooden doors separating you both from the grand hall began to creak open, and Draco offered you an arm. “Shall we greet our guests, my love? I’m rather excited to see your party theme at last.”

You slid your arm through his, taking one more bracing deep breath, before at last turning to see the culmination of all your hard work. 

As the doors parted further, you were left breathless at the sight of the room before you. It had been transformed, from something you’d seen so many times before in so many luxurious visions, to the dream of your own making. The enchanted ceiling was that of swirling clouds and a dark, starry sky. Snow that could pass for real floated around the outside of the room in glittering flakes that disappeared into thin air before touching the floor, creating a wintery setting that was countered by the cosy and warm feel of the crackling fireplaces around the room. 

Floating around the dance floor were sparkling, swirling lights that would bob and weave between the guests, keeping the lighting low and romantic as candles flickered on the tables and gave the room a wonderfully golden glow. Tablecloths brushing the floors, centrepieces made of golden flowers, wreaths and holly berries. Snow-touched Christmas trees, twinkling lights and ornaments, red ribbons, green silk, accents of gold and silver, and it all came together so perfectly. Draco walked you slowly towards the centre of the room as he took it all in, his jaw dropped as he peered around the room. 

“Well, we’ve certainly never had anything like this before.” He whispered. “It feels so… cosy.”

“Do you think they’ll—”

‘Who cares what they think? Do you like it?” Draco pressed, cutting you off as the two of you stood squarely in the centre of the room, the spelled instruments in the corner starting to play classical versions of your favourite Christmas songs, and his lips flicked up at the corners. “Are you happy with it, my darling?”

“I love it.” You finally relented, pressing your lips together to quash nerves and choosing instead to revel in your masterpiece. “I wanted to tap into that old-fashioned, classical, comforting Christmas. I wanted to make my mark, I wanted something beautiful but simple, I wanted it to feel like an intimate gathering, not a social event.”

The doors at the other end of the hall opened slowly, voices from the other side filtering through, and your attention turned to that of your friends and their families. Theo whistled under his breath as he looked around, stopping abruptly at his father’s command, and he rolled his eyes when the older man wasn’t looking. Across the room, he caught your gaze, and gave an approving nod and a smirk. Pansy’s lips were curled into a smile as Daphne’s jaw dropped, admiring the enchanted sky-scene with her sister. 

You moved to greet them, accepting their approval and using the warmth their comfort offered to soothe the jagged feelings inside of you and put them to rest. 

The more the crowds piled in, the better you felt, slipping into polite chatter and breezy small talk as you greeted each guest to pass through. The drinks were flowing, the music was playing, and most of all, people were smiling. You’d only heard compliments, no whispered talk under anyone's breath of backhanded compliments, only genuine kindness. 

By the time Narcissa and Lucius came gliding into the hall, you’d almost been reassured enough to let your guard down. However, as the regal older lady greeted all her old friends and favoured guests on her way to you, the nerves all seemed to reappear. 

By the time she reached you, her hands had extended out and clutched your own as she smiled. “My, my, dear. What a party you threw, and to think you’ve been so worried. You had no need to be.”

Your jaw dropped, and you shook your head. “I-I wouldn't say worried, just a little concerned, that’s all—”

“Please, let us not hide things from one another. Draco has been writing to me, he told me you were panicking like a, what was that odd Muggle term you used, like a headless chicken?” Her nose wrinkled as you blushed, and Lucius rolled his eyes. Your glare turned to Draco, who only shrugged and sipped his drink, feigning innocence. “This is a marvellous party, I hope you’re proud of it.”

“I am. It was exhausting, though. I don’t know how you do it.” You sighed, and she smirked as she squeezed your hands before letting go. 

“Did it.”

“Hm?” You questioned, and her shoulders rose and fell delicately. 

“Oh, you did such a fantastic job here. You’re all anyone is talking about, and truly, I am so tired of planning these events. I think it’s due time you take over them now. The next one is February, I’ll be sure to send you all of the details.” Your jaw dropped open at her words and Draco choked a little on his champagne. His father scowled, poking him in the ribs with his cane and telling him to stop slouching and spluttering, as you tried to find words. 

“Oh, I’m not sure that—”

“Lucius, dear, I think I see Tauria Parkinson. Come, I must ask her about her gardens.” 

“Yes, dear.” He mumbled quietly, and she had whisked her husband away before you’d even finished your sentence and turned to Draco. With your jaw still dropped in horror and shock, he covered his snicker behind his hand. 

“I can’t believe this.”

“What? She’s right. You planned a great party, and you were going to have to take over all of this one day anyway—”

“Draco!”

“Yes, dear?” He drawled, and you smacked lightly at his chest with the back of your hand.

“You’re a menace. I hope you know that you will be helping with party planning. If we’re to proceed down this road, we’ll be a modern couple. None of your old-fashioned ways.” You scoffed, taking his drink from his hand and swirling the bubbly inside, before drinking the rest in a single gulp.

“None of them?” He pressed, an arm snaking around your waist as his lips brushed your neck. His lips moved to your neck, whispering some sweet, some slightly inappropriate things into your ear about honeymoon traditions, drawing a laugh from you. 

“Alright, maybe a few.” You caved, tipping your head up to him just in time to catch the growing sprig of mistletoe over your head. Snaking one hand around to cup the back of his neck, you pulled his lips down to yours, brushing your mouths together lovingly. “Happy Christmas, Draco.”

“Happy Christmas, my love.”

[singmyaubade]

the greatest heist

james potter x female!reader

summary: when james's girlfriend decides to fuck with you, your only other choice is to fuck with her.

warnings: eventual smut! 18+ heavy angst, cursing, wearing, jealousy

a/n: this story was an OLD draft and i kind of wanted to finish it so yeah. i hope you enjoy and as always, i apologize if you hate this!

part 1 | part 2

THE sun peeked through the curtains of your dorm room, casting a warm glow that made your bed feel like the most comfortable place in all of Hogwarts.

You groaned as you felt someone shaking your bed, a voice calling out urgently.

"Y/N!” They yelled again, the bed shaking more forcefully.

“For fuck’s sake!" you mumbled, sitting up and squinting against the bright light. "What do you want?”

"Wake up!" Dorcas stood there, clearly annoyed. “We have astronomy in two minutes!”

That definitely jolted you awake.

You practically leaped out of bed, catching sight of Dorcas rushing to button her shirt. “Fuck!” you exclaimed, quickly slipping into your tights and skirt.

“Why did nobody wake us up?” you asked, frustration bubbling as you glanced at your roommates. It was a mix of annoyance at them and yourself.

“Bloody fucking twats,” Dorcas muttered. “I’m going to stick my wand so far up their arse once I get to that tower.”

“Count me in,” you replied, hurriedly putting on your shoes—still not fully laced—and adjusting your tie.

You grabbed your book bag. “Come on!” Dorcas urged, already heading for the door.

You both practically ran to the stairs, unready for the most strenuous workout of your life. You both huffed in frustration as the stairs moved.

You looked up at the seemingly endless flights of stairs, frustration boiling over. "These stairs are a fucking safety hazard," You hissed. "Do they not care if we die?"

Dorcas crossed her arms, panting slightly. ��Dumbledore is definitely getting my letter of complaints,” She ranted. “I mean, I understand we’re young wizards and witches, but Merlin, are these stairs really bloody necessary?”

You chuckled as the stairs set in place and you both rushed to the top quickly.

You both huffed, clearly out of breath as you both pressed on, each step feeling like a small victory.

With a force of urgency, you opened the door to your Astronomy class as the entire class turned their heads to you. You could hear several students snickering, specifically the Slytherins as you flipped them off.

Professor Adair turned to you both with a sigh. “Nice to see you, ladies. May I gift one of you a watch for Christmas?” He asked sarcastically, prompting a few snickers from the class.

Desperately trying to catch your breath, you replied, “Apologies, Professor. I’m afraid my alarm didn’t go off.” You quickly took your seat next to Sirius, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks.

“Mine too!" Dorcas argued, "And to be fair, I mean this class is pretty high.” She moved next to Dorcas.

Professor Adair rolled his eyes, continuing with the class with a mutter about the two of you.

“You know,” Sirius leaned into you, “If you need a proper alarm-“ He slyly said, hand almost touching your thigh.

You stomped on his leg as he groaned, touching the injured limb.

“Note taken.” He hissed.

You smirked as you started writing down a note in your notebook which you made into a paper plane, flying it over to Lily.

She looked at you hesitantly, opening it.

Why did you not wake me or Dorcas up?

She looked at you, looking confused as the angry look on your face never faded. She began writing down her response which she sent to you.

Emma told us all that she would wake you both up and when she came to Astronomy, she said she did.

A fuse blew inside of you, of course Emma was behind this. It makes sense that she would be the one to do it considering how she treated your entire friend group.

For context, Emma was all of your supposed “best friend” which would be a fine label if she didn’t sabotage anyone who she thought was a threat.

At first, she considered Lily a threat because of how much others loved her especially James Potter. So instead of asking Lily to put a good word in for her with the others and James, she started spreading horrid rumors about her.

And everyone being cruel teenagers believed her, berating her wherever she went.

It took the entire girl group and the Marauders to make people back off and debunk these rumors.

Although you and the rest of the girls knew that Emma had done this, she had gaslighted Lily into thinking that it was obviously some bitter Slytherin that were jealous instead of her and eventually, the situation turned boring and died down into nothing.

But that wasn't even the end.

Soon after, she considered Mary a threat due to how smart and confident she was and decided to get her absolutely hammered before OWL'S.

And it caused her to get a poor score which resulted in her not leaving her bed for weeks.

But again, Mary had blamed herself and told everyone that it was "her stupid decision" that led to this.

After that, it had been Marlene.

Then suddenly, it had been Dorcas.

And now you were clearly her new target for what reason? Merlin knows.

The only reason she didn't wake Dorcas up was because she knew she couldn't single you out. Emma knew you disliked her from the moment you met her and you weren't as nice about it.

Now, you may not know why she was targeting you at the present moment but the boy in front of you laughing with Remus could've been a huge clue.

James Potter.

Golden Boy, Heart-throbber, Fit, Kind, Funny, Brave, Determined, Bold.. I mean did you really have to go on?

The man that Emma had been in love with for years and had been dating for the present moment.

And not only was no girl allowed to approach James without dealing with Emma but she would pay hell for even making eyes at him.

Unfortunately for you, James had been struggling a bit for charms and enlisted your help in studying. At first, you had gave him a 'fuck no' before moving in order to not get his girlfriends wrath but when he pleaded and begged,

You forfeited.

You were hoping that he would keep it a secret but James being the dumbass he is mentioned how much of a good time it was to the entire group, Emma grew as red as a tomato.

You mentally cursed James, knowing that your life was already going to become a living hell.

Fortunately, you kept most stuff to yourself and never confided in Emma with anything.

There was nothing that Emma could do to incriminate you with but you just knew that she wouldn't back down and there was nothing you could do.

You did do your best to keep away from her but Lily couldn't stop hanging out with her which made the rest of your group completely vulnerable.

At the same time, you couldn't blame Lily for being so gullible and kind-hearted but it made her a pushover and Emma could guilt trip her way out of anything.

So if Emma was going to play this game, you were alone.

And you had to be the best player.

The bell chimed, bring you out of thought as you began packing up.

Emma came over to you, "Y/N! I'm so sorry that I didn't try harder to wake you and Dorcas." She hummed, "I thought you were fully up by time the time I left." She faked a sincere smile.

"Yeah Emma, I think it would be best if you never enlist yourself to such a task again, I'm afraid it requires a bit more of a brain hmm?" You sweetly said, leaving the conversation as she scowled towards you.

You rushed over to Remus, "Remus, please tell me you have the notes for this class." You pouted, grabbing ahold of his arm.

"Of course." He told you, beginning to grab his notebook out of his book-bag.

"Thank you so much," You gratefully said as you began walking with them.

"Wait, why didn't you ask me?" Sirius asked, pouting.

You let out a snort, "Have you seen your handwriting?" You derided as James and Peter laughed.

Sirius fake sniffled, "One day Y/N, you will appreciate my beauty and brains." Sirius dramatically hair flipped.

"You know there's nothing up there." James said, knocking on Sirius's head as Sirius swatted his hand.

You rolled your eyes as Remus handed over his notebook to which you thanked him with a kiss on his cheek.

"Hey! Wheres mine?" Peter asked, "I gave you the notes for potions."

You rolled your eyes again, giving Peter a peck on the cheek as well.

Your eyes locked onto Sirius, already knowing what he was gonna say, "Well, you just insulted me, I think you owe me one." Sirius said, tapping his cheek.

You clenched your jaw, pecking his cheek quickly as he grinned from ear to ear.

"Wait where's mine?" James asked as your eyes widened, "Don't wanna be left out," He fake sniffled.

"Your girlfriend will quite literally harvest my organs." You scarily said, putting the notebook in your bag.

"It's just a kiss on the cheek!" He argued as the whole group shook their head.

"Mate, I'm going to have to agree with her on this one," Sirius patted James on the back, "She will bloody kill Y/N and us for letting it happen." Sirius said.

There was a rumble of protest in his throat but a part of him knew that you both were right. He didn't want you to be faced with the fire on Emma based on his actions.

"Fine, guess you guys are right," He muttered as he dragged his feet.

You groaned, reaching over to James and pecking him on the cheek as he grinned.

“Everyone's been kissed now,” you sighed, your voice trailing off in frustration. “Can we just—” But before you could finish, a sharp voice sliced through the air.

“Y/N!” Emma screeched, her anger prominent as the group recoiled, hissing in surprise. She stormed toward you, her face flushed with rage.

You were begging Merlin that she hadn't seen the peck you gave to James.

“Did you just kiss my boyfriend?” She laughed harshly, her grip tightening on James's arm as he shot you an apologetic look, guilt written all over his face.

“Oh, maybe it was Sirius instead?” You quipped, trying to deflect with a joke, but Peter’s snort only deepened the tension.

“Real clever,” Emma shot back, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she stepped closer, invading your space. “A good friend wouldn’t do that, Y/N. I don’t take betrayal lightly.” Her tone was sharp, a warning laced within it.

You matched her intensity, moving closer until your breaths mingled as you spoke, “And I don’t take threats lightly.”

“Okay, let’s all just calm down!” Sirius intervened, wrapping an arm around your waist while James did the same to Emma, but the heat between you and Emma crackled like a campfire, neither of you backing down.

“It was just a peck, sweetheart,” James cooed, wrapping an arm around Emma as you rolled your eyes, arms crossed in disbelief.

Emma pouted, “You know how protective I get about you.” She nestled into his chest, and the sight made your stomach churn.

“I know, baby,” he said with a smile, holding her close, while the rest of the Marauders looked on, barely able to stomach the scene unfolding before them.

“As entertaining as this little drama is, I need to get ready for the party tonight,” you announced, desperate for an escape.

"The party isn't until tonight!" Peter said, confused.

"Mentally prepare!" You joked.

“Wait!” Emma’s voice pierced through your thoughts just as you turned to leave, and you sighed, bracing yourself for her next act.

Her expression shifted, all sweetness now. “I’m sorry for misreading things with James,” She said, feigning concern. “I know you’ve never had a boyfriend,” She added, her tone dripping with condescension. “But, you can get a bit... jealous. But we’re friends, right? So I shouldn’t act like that.”

You clicked your tongue, suppressing the urge to roll your eyes even harder.

“And as your friend,” She whispered, pulling you into a tight hug, “I just want to warn you. If you so much as talk to James at the Gryffindor party tonight, I’ll make your life a living hell.”

She released you, her smile wide and disingenuous, and before you could even muster a response, she skipped back to James, leaving you fuming.

Fury coursed through your veins as her words echoed in your mind, the unfairness of it all burning like a fire inside you.

Ever since Emma had walked into your life, she had fucked with everything around you.

Your friends, your reputations, your social life, hell even your sanity.

And if nobody else was gonna put a stop to her.

You guess it would have to be you.

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Are you really ready to wage war with her?” Dorcas chimed in from the closet, her tone skeptical.

“Dorc,” You began, frustration creeping into your voice. “Emma has been terrorizing us since third year. Are you seriously going to tell me that taking her down doesn’t sound appealing?”

She sighed, contemplating. “Okay, fine, you’ve got a point. But how exactly are you planning to take her on?”

A sly smirk crept across your face as you revealed the outfit you’d picked: a black corset paired with the shortest black skirt you could find, topped off with fishnets. Dorcas’s jaw dropped sarcastically. “So, you’re going to out-dress her?” She asked, incredulous.

“No,” You replied, rolling your eyes. “I’m going to use her worst fear against her. I’m going to seduce James.”

Dorcas nearly choked. “Do you have a death wish?”

“Listen, I would never usually even consider looking at another girl’s boyfriend, but this is different. James is the one thing that will shatter her, and honestly, it sounds cruel, but so is she!” You shot back, your resolve hardening.

“And if she tells the whole school what you’re doing, you’ll look like a homewrecker and be exiled,” Dorcas countered.

“Which is why it has to look like it’s all James’s idea,” You insisted, undeterred. “He’s been my friend since childhood; it’ll look innocent.”

“I don’t think this idea is as foolproof as you think,” Dorcas muttered, slipping into her red dress with an exasperated sigh.

“Dorc, trust me, she can’t hurt me,” You reassured her, the fire in your belly fueling your confidence.

“Well, if everything goes south,” Dorcas said with a reluctant smile, “I’ve got your back.”

You beamed at her. “What would I do without you?”

Just then, a loud bang echoed on your door. “Hurry up before all the firewhiskey is gone!” Marlene called, her voice a mix of urgency and excitement.

You and Dorcas shared a laugh, gathering your belongings and heading down to the common room, adrenaline buzzing in the air as you prepared to face the chaos of the night ahead.

The lively atmosphere of the common room was a familiar backdrop for you all; it felt like there was always a party, whether an event warranted it or not. You, Marlene, and Dorcas scanned the room and spotted your usual crew gathered around the couch. With a burst of energy, you hopped right next to James.

His eyes widened in surprise as he took in your outfit, but before he could say anything, Sirius swooped in.

“Y/N, have I ever told you how much I’m attracted to you?” He drawled, causing you to snort.

“Eyes off, Black,” You shot back playfully, just as Marlene whacked him with a pillow.

“Why do I even try?” He lamented, sinking dramatically into his chair.

Marlene grinned mischievously. “You know, I’d sleep with you, Black.”

Sirius’s eyes went wide. “Really?”

“Yeah, if you pay me and wear a cloak,” She teased, sending the group into fits of laughter.

Sirius scowled at Marlene while Lily pinched his cheeks, only for him to swat her hands away with a playful glare.

“You do look good, Y/N,” James murmured, his voice sincere.

You turned to him, arching an eyebrow. “Now what did I do to deserve a compliment from James Potter?”

He chuckled softly. “Well, after what I put you through this morning, I think you deserve more than just a compliment.”

“Speaking of this morning,” you leaned in closer, lowering your voice, “Where’s your girlfriend?”

James shrugged, a hint of frustration flickering across his face. “We got into a fight after you left. I tried to talk to her about her manners,” he said, his tone casual but the weight behind his words was clear.

“But you guys were literally snuggling when I left,” You laughed, trying to lighten the mood.

“Yeah, well, that was before I realized how messed up her behavior was. Jus'... embarrassing, you know?” He gulped down his drink, and you couldn’t help but notice the guilt etched on his face.

It twisted your heart, seeing him upset. James was your best friend, and the thought of anyone hurting him made your stomach churn.

You hated seeing him like this, torn between loyalty and the flaws of the person he cared for. It felt like a heavy weight was pressing down on both of you, and all you wanted was to lift it.

"Well," You spoke as he looked at you, "If you want me to forgive you, I think a dance would do," You said, standing up and extending a hand to him.

A goofy smile plastered on his face, James said, "Anything for M’lady’s forgiveness."

You scrunched your nose at his corniness as he took your hand and led you onto the dance floor. He twirled you around, making you giggle before pulling you back in to sway together.

"You’re such a dork," You snickered.

"And how many years have I proven that to you?" He shot back, laughter in his voice as you rested your head on his shoulder.

His fingertips grazed your back while you swayed, and he whispered in your ear, "I miss us hanging out."

Outside of Charms tutoring and classes, you never got to see James and it always hurt you. You both knew why you couldn’t and voicing it would only make it worse.

But it had been hard not having a proper hangout with just the both of you since third year.

You felt warmth spread through you, flustered. "I miss hanging out with you too."

Looking at him, you noticed how beautiful he looked—his messy hair and that infectious grin. There was always a gleam in his eye, and everything about him radiated warmth. It felt like summer when you were together, and butterflies filled your stomach.

You knew he was just your best friend, nothing more. And that would always be the truth, as long as you told yourself that.

Suddenly, James twirled you again, but this time you spun out of his grip and fell onto the suddenly slippery floor.

You fell with a hiss, "Shit!" you moaned, wincing in pain as James rushed over with the rest of the group, the crowd parting to give you space.

"What the fuck happened?" Sirius asked, concern etched on his face.

"I don't know!" James replied, kneeling beside you. "She just slipped!"

You hissed as you tried to stand on your sprained ankle.

"Let me see," James muttered, inspecting your foot as you groaned.

"Maybe it's her leg," Marlene added.

"Well duh," Sirius shot back, earning a playful hit from Marlene.

"Can we just get her to Pomfrey?" Lily huffed, and the boys nodded in agreement.

Sirius tried to rush over to you, but James waved him off. "I got her," he said, lifting you bridal-style.

You winced at the jolt to your ankle, nuzzling into his neck as you caught a glimpse of Emma in the back of the room, her expression burning with rage.

You knew then that the games were just beginning.

[yasministration]

hi how about make out sesh with Harry at a party?

heart of the common room - harry potter

summary: harry looks too good at a party, so you decide to go over and give him a kiss or two. or a little more. wc: 1.5k+ cw: descriptive kissing, suggestive themes

The boy who lived was admittedly a busy man. When he wasn’t occupied with saving the wizarding world or quidditch practice, Harry Potter had to struggle to stay above passing grades in his subjects, or like tonight, he partied with friends.

He was relaxed for once, standing with Seamus as they spoke, a plastic cup in hand filled with a mixture of fire whisky and some soda. He was laughing wholeheartedly, a look you didn’t see on him too often anymore, mind occupied by tormenting thoughts about the upcoming war. Your feet carried you away from the group of girls you were with, singing and dancing in between conversation.

You didn’t want to interrupt your boyfriend’s conversation with his friend, so you busied yourself by getting another drink, flinching back as you popped the cap off your pre-mixed cocktail. When you turned around to see if Harry was available, you were happy to find out that he was. Even better, he was looking right at you, a soft smile hovering on his lips. You felt your face go hot at the idea of Harry looking out for you.

Harry extended an arm out and you found yourself lured into him, shuffling across the room to settle underneath his arm, now slung over your shoulders. Harry didn’t say anything, only smiling at you and leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. Humming in satisfaction, you pushed yourself up against him, causing Harry to smile against your lips. “Having fun?” You asked, snaking an arm around Harry’s back. “Yeah, are you? Saw you dancing with Hermione.” You nodded your head, feeling Harry’s arm pull you closer so you were finally standing in front of him rather than by his side.

Wordlessly, Harry leaned down again to meet your lips again. You pushed Harry away from you by the chest, and he huffed quietly as you took a sip from your drink, before spinning on the balls of your feet and walking away from him.

Feeling betrayed, Harry followed after, watching as you strutted over to the nearest table, abandoning your drink on the solid wood before returning to him. Harry grinned as you brought both your hands up to his chest and leaned into his body. Harry’s free hand secured on your waist as you leaned up to press your lips against his, and he suddenly wished he had put his drink away too. He hummed softly as your lips separated from his lips slightly, enough for your lips to still graze each other. You pecked his lips and Harry found himself leaning into you, begging silently for you to deepen the kiss as he separated his lips, opening his mouth against your kiss.

As though his prayers had been answered, Harry felt your lips part into the kiss, your tongue meeting his between your connected lips. Harry’s tongue eagerly delved into your mouth, setting a slow pace in a very passionate kiss. You whined loudly as one of your hands travelled upwards to the back of Harry’s neck, playing with his hair. The sound was easily swallowed by your boyfriend, as though the sound belonged to him. It did, but you doubted anyone would have heard you in the loud room, filled with music and chatter.

Harry broke the kiss, lips separating with a loud smooch, and as he looked around the common room, party full blown around you, he felt a sense of rebellion taking over him at the realisation that he’d been making out with his girlfriend in the centre of the room. A kiss on his jaw averted his attention back to you. You were staring at him, eyes full of love as you snuggled into his side, a shy smile in your face. “I miss you.” You suddenly said, laying your head on Harry’s chest.

“I miss you too, my love. Feel like I barely see you.”

That wasn’t true at all.

You’d spent all day with Harry yesterday. After waking up, you and Harry got breakfast before racing to the library and finishing your essays. Then, you spent the rest of the day in his bed, locked between the sheets, kisses not to secret between you. But you would take it. If your boyfriend felt like he hadn’t seen you, then you would accept every opportunity to spend more time with him. Harry lifted his cup to his lips, taking a slow sip of his drink. Seeing your gaze linger on him, Harry offered you his drink and you smiled gently, taking the cup from him.

“Thank you.” You grinned, tilting your head up to press another kiss to your boyfriend’s cheek. Raising the cup to your lips, you tasted the bitter taste of Harry’s drink. The strong concentration of alcohol made you grimace, and you thrusted the cup into Harry’s hands again, shaking your head softly. Harry’s free hand cupped the back of your head, bringing you closer to him so he could press his lips against your forehead in a slow kiss.

You moulded your body against Harry’s, arms slithering around his torso, making sure you were as close to Harry as possible so you could press your lips against the exposed skin of Harry’s neck. His breath hitched against your lips, pressing against his throat. You took them off his throat, trailing the kisses to the side of his neck, closing your lips around the skin of his neck above his pulse point, feeling its steady throb under your lips. You ran your tongue over the spot, a hand resting over Harry’s abdomen, feeling the muscles contract under your touch.

Grazing your teeth over the sensitive skin of Harry’s neck, you heard a quiet groan build in his throat. His eyes were closed, cheek resting on your head as you got to work, beginning to suck on his neck. Harry gasped loudly, and his eyes shot open, one hand pressing you as close to him as possible.

To distract himself, Harry tore his eyes away from you, scanning the room around him. Instead, he caught Ron’s eye from across the room. His best friend was smirking widely, and he said something to Neville, Dean and Seamus, who all immediately turned to look at him. They all wore matching expressions at the sight, and Seamus brought two fingers from each hand to his mouth, whistling loudly at him. Harry frowned, but his eyebrows immediately furrowed in pleasure as he felt a moan bubble in his throat.

“Baby.” Harry pleaded, looking down at you.

You hummed against his skin, only separating from him when a hand on your hip pushed you away from him. “Come here.” He guided, his hand snaking into yours to pull you away from the heart of the common room. Taking the opportunity to look around, you spotted your boyfriend’s roommates, who wiggled their eyebrows at you suggestively. Scoffing, you let Harry guide you into the common room’s corner, where he didn’t hesitate to press you up against the wall, slamming his lips against yours. With a squeak, you returned Harry’s kiss, parting your lips to let him glide his tongue against yours with a newfound hunger. Both your hands came up to grip Harry’s shirt, your fingers digging creases into the fabric.

Your boyfriend pressed his body against yours, wedging a thigh between your legs. Breaking the kiss, Harry took inspiration from your past actions, moving his wet lips to your neck, working past the kisses to suck hickeys onto your skin, biting you gently. You snaked a hand through Harry’s hair, tugging softly as your nails massaged his scalp. Biting your bottom lip, you suppressed a moan, but couldn’t help your cry of Harry’s name. Harry broke away from your neck, leaving your neck wet with his saliva. His lips glistened in the dim lights of the common room and your mouth dipped open, eyes shining with desperation.

“I love you.” You whimpered, and Harry looked at you lovingly, pressing his lips against yours in a short kiss. He pulled away, then pressed another kiss to your lips. Then another. And another. “I love you so much, my love.”

“Kiss me again.” You begged, trailing your hand underneath Harry’s shirt. He shuddered at your cold touch but complied to your request, dipping his head down to press his lips against yours. You sighed into the kiss, melting against your boyfriend’s body.

Suddenly, a loud cry broke you two apart from your bubble. “Harry, stop hogging her.” Lavender, clearly pushed to act on account of Hermione and Ginny, who were giggling a couple of meters away, yelling for you to join them, but you shook your head at her, wrapping your arms tighter around Harry’s body. “Oh sod off Lav! Wait- our dorm is empty, right?” Hermione, listening in on the conversation, shook her head frantically. “Well, it is! But-“ You pushed yourself off the wall, holding a hand out for Harry to grab. He did, and you led him up the stairs to the dormitories, calling out “Don’t worry Mione, we’ll be asleep by the time you guys come up!”

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💍 Romance And Weddings (Fred Weasley x fem!reader)

Pairings: Fred Weasley x Wife!Reader (I'm fuckign tweaking)

Warnings: Fred not dead 🤫🥰, pregnancy, marriage, reader is female, usage of pet names (love and darling), this is set shortly after the second wizarding war

a/n: I have exams tomorrow and I'm writing Fred Weasley x wife reader fic??? I think I need the mental hospital

You and Fred started dating in your first year of Hogwarts. It was a small parchment of paper passed to you, asking, 'do you want to be my girlfriend? Circle yes or no' I mean you both were eleven, without a worry in the world and there wasn't any harm in dating. And when the school years went by, it seems like it wasn't just a silly childhood crush after all because you've both become accustomed to calling each other your boyfriend and girlfriend and hanging out together everywhere.

You've had your awkward first kiss, reluctant hand holding, and even broken up a couple of times during your time in Hogwarts. But what surprised you the most is why you said yes to his marriage proposal! I mean, it's common knowledge that most highschool relationships just don't work out. But now, you have officially been dating for a little over 6 or more years, if you don't count the times you've broken up over silly arguments— you've even moved in with him and George!

Even when you were dating, Fred would always teasingly flirt with you, it had you turning red all the time. And you'd also do it back at him, making him turn equally red. Soon enough, those awkward first kisses became natural and a daily occurrence for the both of you and you got more comfortable with each other.

So it was just a little after Fred and George had opened up their shop and the Wizarding community was starting to divide into two sides. Business was booming, Fred and George were making more than enough galleons to fit into their pockets and were looking to treat themselves.

They've bought themselves the dragon-skin suits, gifted their family presents and started living comfortably. But Fred had a thought. You've both dated basically throughout your most important years— and been with him the whole time! He wants to treat you to something but what he didn't think he would get was an engagement ring.

He just happened to come by a jewellery store when he saw it... A ring that would look so beautiful if it sat on your finger. He bought it without a second thought but decided not to propose just then, because you never know, right?

He kept the ring in his jacket pocket at all times, and even made sure you never washed the jacket yourself to prevent you from accidentally seeing it. He was gonna keep it for a momentous occasion, and... Maybe the momentous occasion was when you and Fred were in the middle of a fight against Death Eaters in Hogwarts.

"I'm sorry I couldn't do this earlier, love!" He shouts through all the noise happening in the school. "You're an idiot!" You snapped, hitting one final blow to a death eater, and then clutching Fred's arm to pull him away to safety, your finger glistening with the ring he just proposed.

"You couldn't have done this in a worser time?" You breathed, quickly blocking an attack at another Death Eater, and Fred fires at him. Teamwork makes the dreamwork. "Yeah, but you said yes, didn't you?" He laughs amidst the battle, now pulling you to where the rest of the survivors are also fighting.

When the fight was finally over, you were cuddled up against him with your head on his shoulder sitting on one of the dining chairs in the great hall. You finally had the time to admire the ring on your finger, and this action doesn't go unnoticed by Fred. "Once we're out of here, I promise I'll give you the best life possible. Anything for my darling wife." He cheekily grins, caressing the hand that you held up to look at.

"You're crazy, you know that?" You blush, hiding your face in his neck. And the news doesn't go unheard in less than a week. He's sent owls to his family, yours, friends and acquaintances all about your engagement and that a wedding date is to be announced.

"Fred, where are all these owls coming from?" The replies came around the same time, and he was just smiling cheekily. He pressed a long affectionate kiss to your temple as you opened the letters with furrowed eyebrows. "You told... Everyone? Already?!"

Every week without marrying you keeps Fred so antsy to marry you, it's adorable. Before he's even married you, he's already calling you 'Mrs. Weasley' or referred you as his wife in every conversation. When you're shopping with him too, he's insufferable. He's constantly making suggestions for the wedding, "I think this napkin would look nice on the guest tables, what's say you?" or "That dress would look lovely on you for the reception, love. Just suggesting."

And the first week back to the Burrow after your engagement was celebratory. Molly was ecstatic and welcomes you into her family warmly, not like you weren't ever part of it.

Finally came to the wedding, it would be big with a lot of friends and families. Being one of the Weasley twins, there would be fireworks setting off after your I do's and it would just be magical. Seeing you walk down the aisle for the first time, his eyes would burn trying to hold his tears. He thinks you're so beautiful, he couldn't help speaking it out loud, earning some laughter from the audience.

During the wedding reception, he couldn't help stare at you everytime, either. He also gets so drunk off of firewhiskey with his family, he starts calling for you if you leave him for longer than 3 minutes. He'd slur your name, and be so tired he would just lay his head on your shoulder for a short nap, ruining your perfect outfit with his drool.

And not even a few months had passed since your wedding when you find out you're pregnant with Fred's baby. Not surprising of course, being a wife of a Weasley basically meant you're gonna have a broody husband. You had no fear in telling him, because it was his idea after all. Well, he'd try to pretend it's your idea by planting it in your head.

He'd purposefully take care of Teddy Lupin to show how much of a good father he would be in front of you. Or he'd somehow shift the conversation to be about how he loves how cute babies are. "I know what you're playing at, Freddie." You jab a finger at his chest, and he catches it the second jab and presses a kiss to your hand. "Don't know what you're talking about, love."

When you finally agreed to the idea of getting pregnant, he literally wasted no time. He's already running his hands all over your body, kissing you breathlessly and pulling you to the bed... And the rest is history. But the first baby is just a start, he says. Like I said, he's broody and even jokes about wanting to have a 'full quidditch team' which you swat him for.

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Personal Heater - T.Nott

Summary - Theo acts as his sleepy girlfriend's personal heater on the night before Christmas, much to the dislike of their friends and roommates.

Word Count - 609

Warnings - foul language, drinking, female reader, use of Y/N, brief mention of troubling family, (Let me know if I missed any!)

Author's Note - Welcome to day three! I'm hoping to stay caught up with my writing, the end of my semester is approaching so everything is kinda piling up on me. I'm trying my best!

Feedback is welcomed and encouraged!

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Spending Christmas at Hogwarts wasn’t all that bad. It was quite nice to wake up and not have the responsibility of acting civil with family that were never around or family that liked to cause problems. Theodore and most of his friends decided that they’d stay during Christmas break, the night before Christmas, the boys were all awake in the common room. Some of them were playing wizards chess and the others were just fooling around with the other boys. 

As it neared midnight, Y/N and Pansy had made their way to the common room with the rest of their friends. Pansy sitting between Blaise and Draco and Y/N making herself comfortable next to Theo. Once he got a good look at her, he knew right away that she had just woken up, her eyes were red and sleepy, her body was warm against his and her eyes were watering with how much she had been yawning.

“Lay down bellissima, you look tired,” Theo whispered in her ear, she looked up at him with a loving gaze. She took his offer willingly, kissing his cheek in return as she laid her head down on his shoulder and her legs over his lap.

“Thank you, Theo,” She whispered back, a drowsy tone laced in her voice. 

Within minutes, she had fallen back asleep, this time sleeping soundly in her boyfriend’s arms where she wished she was when she had fallen asleep earlier in the night. Crabbe decided that now was a great time to become obnoxiously loud for no reason at all. “Shut up you buffoon! If you wake her up I will not hesitate to kill you,” Theo threatened the boy, who immediately shut his mouth in fear.

“How dare anyone wake his bellissima! Oh it's blasphemous!” Pansy teased earning a deadly glare from the boy.

“Shut up Pans,” Y/N mumbled sleepily, snuggling herself closer to her boyfriend’s warmth. 

“Let’s go to bed before you fall asleep again,” Theo suggested before urging her up from the couch and leading her to his dorm. 

“Why are the dungeons so cold?” She whined, her feet freezing on the concrete of the dungeons despite the thick socks on her feet. 

“We are surrounded by concrete, amore mio. Of course it’s going to be cold.”

She rolled her eyes in a playful manner as she climbed into his bed. She was shivering at this point, her teeth chattering against each other. He climbed into bed with her, holding her body close to his. She slid her hands under his shirt to try and warm them, Theo wiggling away from them. “Salazar bellissima, your hands are so cold!” He shrieked in surprise. 

“And you’re so warm, Teddy! I can’t help myself, you’re like my own heater,” She told him. The two of them shared a laugh before letting out yawns. Neither of them remember falling asleep, only remembering sleepy laughter and getting woken up by a drunk Blaise and Draco as the sun began to rise. “What time is it, you heathens?” She asked her boyfriend’s drunk roommates.

“Like 6,” Blaise slurred out before collapsing on his bed. She looked to her boyfriend who had messy hair and droopy eyes. 

“Happy Christmas, Teddy,” She whispered to him.

“Happy Christmas, amore mio,” He whispered back before planting a kiss to her lips. He let out a hum as he pulled away, “Your lips are cold.”

“Maybe you could warm them for me?” She winked at him causing a chuckle from him and a collective groan from his roommates. In turn, Theo closed the curtains and took his girlfriend up on her suggestion.

[evermoreness]

moonlight and mending pt.4 | remus lupin

pairing: remus lupin x reader

summary: remus is definitely getting comfortable around you.

obs: this is part four of a series. here's part one and part five.

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It wasn’t just the Marauders who noticed—it was everyone.

Something was different between you and Remus.

Maybe it was the way you gravitated toward each other like magnets, always ending up sitting together, walking together, talking in hushed voices in the library. Maybe it was the way you touched him, casual and warm—your hand brushing his arm when you laughed, your head leaning against his shoulder when you were tired.

Or maybe it was the way Remus—who had never been one for public affection—let you do all of it.

One afternoon, you were sitting outside in the courtyard with Lily and Marlene, flipping through a magazine Lily had brought from home. The sun was warm, and the three of you were giggling over some ridiculous article about how to “win the heart of a wizard.”

“Honestly, who writes this nonsense?” Marlene scoffed, shaking her head. “Step one: Laugh at all his jokes, even if they’re bad? What if he’s not funny?”

You laughed. “Then he’s not the one.”

Lily grinned. “You’re ruthless.”

“I have standards,” you said dramatically, flipping the page.

“Oi, are you lot gossiping again?”

You looked up just as Remus appeared, hands in his pockets, looking far too amused.

Marlene smirked. “Always.”

You smiled, immediately moving over so he could sit beside you. The second he did, you wrapped your arms around his waist in a quick hug, leaning your head against his shoulder.

“Hi, Rem.”

He huffed a laugh. “Hi.”

Lily and Marlene exchanged very obvious glances.

Remus was stiff for a millisecond—but then he relaxed, resting his arm behind you on the bench. He wasn’t much for this—for letting people be so openly affectionate with him—but with you… with you, he didn’t mind.

In fact, he liked it.

“So,” Lily said, giving you both a knowing look. “What exactly is going on between you two?”

You blinked. “What do you mean?”

Marlene grinned. “Oh, don’t play dumb. You’ve been practically attached at the hip.”

Remus sighed. “Not this again.”

Lily smirked. “It’s not just us. Everyone has noticed.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “Maybe we just like each other’s company.”

Marlene raised an eyebrow. “Like each other’s company?”

Remus groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I am not having this conversation.”

Lily giggled. “You already are.”

You patted his knee playfully. “It’s okay, Rem, they’re just curious.”

He definitely blushed at the nickname—again—and Marlene definitely caught it.

“Ohhh, Rem?” she teased.

Lily gasped, clasping her hands together. “That’s adorable.”

Remus sighed in suffering. “Merlin, help me.”

You just laughed, leaning into him a little more. “It’s okay, Rem, I’ll protect you.”

He gave you a flat look. “You’re the cause of all this.”

You grinned. “Exactly.”

Lily and Marlene howled with laughter.

Lily was practically vibrating with excitement at this point. “Oh, this is too good,” she said, nudging Marlene. “James is going to lose his mind when he hears about this.”

Remus groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “For the love of Merlin, please don’t bring Prongs into this.”

“Oh, but I must,” Lily said with a mockingly serious expression. “It is my duty as his girlfriend to provide him with quality gossip.”

You giggled, nudging Remus with your shoulder. “It’s okay, Rem, you know James will just be happy you’re getting some attention.”

Marlene gasped dramatically. “She’s got a point! You are the most mysterious Marauder. It’s about time we figure out what’s going on inside that broody little head of yours.”

Remus sighed, looking to the sky like he was asking for divine intervention. “I don’t brood.”

You snorted. “You absolutely brood.”

“I think a better word would be ‘broodingly handsome,’” Marlene said with a teasing smirk.

Remus groaned. “Merlin’s beard.”

Lily clapped her hands together. “Okay, okay, but seriously. You two are always together, always sitting next to each other, always whispering about Merlin-knows-what—”

“Probably about books,” Marlene cut in.

Lily nodded. “Definitely about books. But that’s beside the point. Look at you two!” She gestured between you and Remus, who was still sitting rigidly beside you, looking like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole.

“I am looking,” Marlene said, tapping her chin. “And you know what I see?”

Remus tensed. “Please don’t say it.”

“A couple,” Marlene said smugly.

You laughed as Remus let out the longest, most dramatic exhale of his life. “We are not a couple!” he protested, clearly exasperated.

Marlene shrugged. “Sure, you aren’t.”

Lily grinned. “But you could be.”

Your heart skipped a beat at that, but you masked it with a playful smirk. “Are you two trying to set us up?”

“Oh, we wouldn’t have to if you two just admitted what’s already obvious,” Lily teased.

Remus scoffed. “Nothing is obvious.”

Lily and Marlene exchanged a glance before Marlene turned back to him, smirking. “Remus, darling, you literally let her cuddle you in public. And you don’t let anyone do that.”

“I—” Remus paused, his mouth opening and closing like he was searching for a good argument.

You just smiled up at him. “Do you mind when I do it?”

His gaze flicked to you, and in that moment, he looked completely thrown off. His lips parted slightly, his expression softening. “No,” he admitted, voice quieter now.

Marlene gasped, smacking Lily’s arm. “Did you hear that? He doesn’t mind.”

Lily grinned. “Oh, I heard it loud and clear.”

Remus groaned again. “Can we talk about something else?”

You giggled, deciding to take pity on him. “Alright, alright, we’ll stop.”

Marlene pouted. “But we were having so much fun.”

Lily nudged her. “We should probably give them a break. Poor Remus looks like he’s about to spontaneously combust.”

Remus sighed in relief. “Thank you.”

Lily leaned in with a smirk. “For now.”

He shot her a look, but she just grinned innocently.

You, on the other hand, couldn’t stop smiling. As much as Remus acted exasperated, you could feel the warmth in his body beside you, the way he didn’t pull away from you despite the teasing.

Maybe, just maybe, there was something there.

Later that afternoon, after Lily and Marlene had left—giggling and whispering conspiratorially, no doubt plotting more ways to tease him—Remus and you were left alone under the warm sunlight. The courtyard was quieter now, students either inside or spread out across the grounds. It was peaceful.

You, of course, took full advantage of the moment. You leaned your head on his shoulder, sighing happily. “Peace and quiet at last.”

Remus huffed a soft laugh. “For now.”

You tilted your head up to look at him, a teasing smile on your lips. “You act like you don’t secretly enjoy it when they tease you.”

He gave you a flat look. “I don’t.”

You grinned and, without thinking much, leaned forward to press a quick kiss to his cheek.

The moment your lips touched his skin, you felt him stiffen slightly, and when you pulled back, you caught the pink dusting his cheeks. He cleared his throat, looking anywhere but at you.

“You can’t just—” He exhaled. “Do that without warning.”

You tilted your head innocently. “Why not?”

“Because,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck, “it’s… unexpected.”

You smiled. “So I can do it as long as I warn you first?”

He blinked, processing, then groaned. “That’s not what I meant.”

You giggled, reaching for his hand. He didn’t pull away. If anything, he curled his fingers lightly around yours, tracing absentminded patterns against your skin. You swore you felt his thumb brush over your knuckles.

“I like this,” you murmured.

He glanced at your joined hands, then back at you. His lips twitched. “Yeah?”

You nodded. “You don’t mind?”

He exhaled, shaking his head. “No. I’m getting used to you, I think.”

You beamed. “Getting used to me?”

He smirked. “That’s what I said.”

You pretended to think. “Does that mean I can hold your hand whenever I want?”

He gave you a dry look, but his fingers didn’t move from yours. “I suppose.”

“And hug you whenever I want?”

A pause. Then, quieter, “Yes.”

Your heart did a little flip.

You leaned closer, lowering your voice to a playful whisper. “And steal a kiss on the cheek every now and then?”

His face turned red immediately. He groaned. “Why are you like this?”

You grinned. “You didn’t say no.”

Remus rolled his eyes but didn’t make any attempt to move away from you. In fact, he let his hand slip down from the bench to rest lightly on your back, his fingers tracing gentle patterns there.

You felt your heart melt at the gesture. He was getting more comfortable with you, letting himself enjoy these quiet, affectionate moments.

You reached for his hand, threading your fingers through his, playing with them absently. “You know,” you mused, “I really like being around you.”

Remus let out a breath, looking down at your joined hands. “Yeah?”

You nodded. “Mhm. You’re my favorite person.”

He scoffed, but you didn’t miss the way his grip on your hand tightened just slightly. “Now I know you’re lying.”

You gasped dramatically. “Remus Lupin, do you doubt my affections?”

He smirked. “I don’t doubt that you like annoying me.”

You pouted. “That’s just a bonus.”

Remus chuckled, shaking his head. “You really are something else.”

You beamed. “And yet, here you are, voluntarily spending time with me.”

He sighed, feigning exasperation. “Unfortunately.”

You gasped again, reaching out to shove him playfully.

Remus laughed, catching your wrist before you could retreat, holding your hand in his once more. His thumb brushed over your knuckles absentmindedly, his expression softening. “I do like having you around, though,” he admitted quietly. “Even if you are an absolute menace.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the tenderness in his voice. “You’re getting so soft, Rem,” you teased, nudging him.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You’ll ruin my reputation if you keep saying things like that.”

You grinned. “Too late.”

Remus shook his head, but there was a fondness in his eyes as he looked at you. The castle grounds were quiet now, the sky streaked with the warm colors of sunset, and for the first time in a long time, he felt… peaceful.

And it was all because of you.

His soft spot.

And it wasn’t just in the courtyard.

It was everywhere.

In the Great Hall, when you’d sneak bits of food onto Remus’s plate because you knew he wouldn’t eat enough otherwise.

In the library, when he’d rest his chin on his hand and watch you take notes, a small, soft smile on his lips.

During patrols, when he was tired and quiet, and you’d loop your arm through his and walk beside him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

And maybe—just maybe—Remus was getting used to having you around.

Like how, when you both studied together, you’d casually lean your knee against his, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Like how, whenever you greeted him, you’d rest a hand on his arm or tug gently at his sleeve to get his attention.

Remus wasn’t the type to ask for affection.

Not because he didn’t want it—Merlin, he wanted it—but because he never thought he deserved it.

But you? You gave it freely.

And every time you touched him—whether it was an absentminded brush of your fingers through his hair, the warm squeeze of your hand in his, or the way you hugged him without hesitation—he never let it slip away too quickly.

If he could make it last forever, he would.

And right at this moment, it was exactly what he was doing.

The library was quiet that afternoon, only the occasional soft murmur of students and the scratch of quills breaking the silence. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting golden patterns across the wooden tables and shelves. The smell of parchment and ink mixed with the faint scent of dust—old books, well-worn and well-loved.

At one of the many study tables, you and Remus sat side by side, books spread out in front of you.

Well.

You were studying.

Remus? Not so much.

He had started with the intent to read, truly, but then you had very absentmindedly begun to run your fingers through his hair, and—well.

That was the end of that.

He had gone still at first, unsure if you even realized what you were doing. But then you did it again, lightly twirling a lock of his hair between your fingers before combing it back, and Merlin help him, his brain just shut off.

His book—Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts—lay open in his lap, but he hadn’t absorbed a single word in the past five minutes.

Instead, he sat there, head slightly tilted toward you, absolutely enthralled by the feeling of your fingers threading through his hair.

He could get used to this.

(If he let himself, that was.)

You hummed softly, eyes scanning your own book as you gently tugged at a slightly tangled strand near the nape of his neck.

“Your hair’s getting long,” you mused, voice absentminded and warm.

Remus blinked, trying to pull himself out of his daze. “Mhm.”

You chuckled, still playing with his hair. “Should I stop?”

“No.”

The word left his mouth far too quickly. His eyes widened slightly, and he quickly cleared his throat. “I mean—uh—only if you want to.”

You smirked, closing your book and turning your attention fully to him. “So you do like it.”

Remus groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “I regret everything.”

“You should regret keeping this weakness hidden from me,” you teased, fingers resuming their lazy motions in his hair.

He grumbled something under his breath, which only made you grin.

“You’re like a cat, Rem,” you mused, thoroughly enjoying how flustered he looked.

Remus huffed. “I am not.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You’re literally leaning into it.”

He immediately straightened, sitting up stiffly. “No, I’m not.”

“Oh?” You let your hand drop from his hair completely.

Remus froze.

And then, to your complete amusement, he shifted ever so slightly toward you, as if expecting your hand to return.

You gasped dramatically. “You are a cat.”

Remus groaned, covering his face with his hands. “Shut up.”

You laughed, leaning into him just enough that your shoulder pressed against his. “It’s okay, Rem. I think it’s cute.”

He peeked at you through his fingers, eyes narrowed in suspicion. “…You’re mocking me.”

“Only a little.”

He rolled his eyes but didn’t move away.

Instead, after a long pause, he hesitated before mumbling, “You, uh… you can keep doing it. If you want.”

You bit back a smile, letting your fingers slip back into his hair.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

And if Remus spent the rest of the afternoon pretending to read while secretly basking in your touch…

Well.

That was between him and his book.

As the afternoon wore on, the quiet hum of the library surrounded you both. Remus had long given up on pretending to read, his book now serving as a convenient prop to cover his flushed face. His head tilted slightly toward you with each gentle motion of your fingers in his hair, and he couldn’t help the small, contented sigh that escaped his lips.

You, on the other hand, were completely aware of how much you were making him squirm, but you liked this side of him. The side that wasn’t so guarded, the side that didn’t try to hide how much he liked it. You found yourself smirking, amused by how easily you could get him flustered without even trying.

“So,” you said casually, breaking the silence. “What exactly did you think you were going to do in this library? Honestly, I thought you were here to study.”

Remus let out a small, embarrassed laugh, still not looking at you. “I was,” he muttered. “I had every intention to, but… I’m kind of distracted.”

You chuckled. “By me?”

He shifted uncomfortably, still not looking at you, though his shoulders were visibly relaxed. “Maybe,” he admitted. “You’ve got… you’ve got a way of making it hard to focus.”

You hummed thoughtfully, giving him a teasing look. “So I’m distracting, am I?”

Remus nodded, but it was almost as if he didn’t trust himself to say more.

You leaned in slightly, your voice turning more playful. “Well, I’m glad I can be of service.”

He turned his head just enough to meet your eyes, his own gaze full of warmth. “You’re always of service,” he said softly, as if the words just slipped out before he could stop them.

Your heart skipped a beat at the sincerity in his voice, and for a moment, the teasing atmosphere melted away. You kept your hand in his hair, now just running your fingers through it absentmindedly, unsure of what to say in response to such an unexpected confession.

After a long pause, you finally smiled, trying to keep things light again. “You know, if I keep doing this, you might start expecting it.”

Remus chuckled, his eyes softening as he looked at you. “Maybe I already do.”

That answer caught you off guard, and your breath hitched, your fingers faltering for a second. You weren’t expecting such a direct response, especially not from him. But the way he was looking at you—vulnerable, yet trusting—made your chest tighten with something that you couldn’t quite name.

You swallowed, forcing a smile. “Well, tough luck, Moony,” you teased, pulling your hand back to flip open your own textbook. “You’re just going to have to settle for me occasionally distracting you.”

Remus smiled, a hint of a mischievous glint in his eyes as he finally glanced down at his book, but his fingers reached out to brush against your own lightly. “I think I can handle that.”

For the rest of the time in the library, the two of you didn’t speak much. There was a comfort in the silence now—an unspoken understanding between you both that didn’t need to be voiced. You went back to your studying, and Remus tried, very half-heartedly, to focus on his own work, though the quiet moments of touch between you two lingered, unspoken, in the air.

Even without words, you both knew that something had shifted, that something between you had changed. It was subtle, small, but it was there. And in that moment, as you sat next to him in the stillness of the library, it felt like everything was perfectly in place.

Moony eyes.

At the Gryffindor common room, the boys and you were chatting. Sirius was sprawled on the sofa, while James and Peter were seated at the floor. Sharing a very small armchair, were you and Remus.

The boys have been teasing you for weeks now, and they certainly wouldn't stop. Maybe it was their own unique way to get both of you together.

"Merlin’s beard," Sirius groaned, dramatically leaning back against the couch. "Will you two just snog already and put the rest of us out of our misery?"

Remus choked on his own spit.

You blinked, heat rushing to your cheeks. "What?!"

James cackled, smacking the table. "He’s got a point, mate. You two have been making moony eyes at each other all dinner."

Peter snorted, laughing so hard he actually let himself lay on the floor. "Moony eyes—"

Remus, who was still recovering from nearly dying via choking, cleared his throat. "I have not been making ‘moony eyes.’"

Sirius smirked. “Oh, but you have, Moony. Don’t even try to deny it.”

James nodded enthusiastically. “You should see yourself, mate. Every time she talks, you stare at her like she hung the bloody stars.”

You felt your face heat up even more, sneaking a glance at Remus. His ears were red, and he looked absolutely scandalized.

“I do not,” he insisted.

Peter, ever the instigator, grinned. “Oh, you definitely do. It’s almost poetic, really.”

Sirius leaned forward, grinning mischievously. “And don’t think we haven’t noticed you two sneaking off to be alone. What do you do when you disappear together, hm?”

Remus groaned, covering his face with his hands. “Merlin, give me strength.”

You decided to join in on the teasing, turning to Remus with a playful smile. “Well, Rem, should we tell them?”

Remus peeked at you through his fingers, eyes narrowing. “Don’t you dare.”

That only made Sirius more interested. “Oh, now I need to know.”

James gasped dramatically. “Are you two secretly snogging? Is that what this is? Betrayal! I thought we were friends, Moony!”

You giggled, shaking your head. “No, we’re not snogging, James.”

“Not yet,” Sirius muttered under his breath.

Remus gave him a deadly glare. “Padfoot—”

Sirius grinned. “What? Just stating facts, mate.”

You smirked. “You lot are awfully invested in our nonexistent love life.”

James scoffed. “Oh, it’s very much existent. Just painfully slow.”

Peter nodded sagely. “At this rate, we’ll all be graduated before you two finally get together.”

Remus threw his head back in exasperation. “You are all insufferable.”

Sirius nudged him with his elbow. “Oh, come on, Moony, admit it. You fancy her.”

Remus groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “This is not how I pictured my evening going.”

James grinned, leaning forward with a glint of mischief in his eyes. "We’re just saying, you two might as well get it over with before we all go mad."

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the warmth creeping up your neck. "You lot are insufferable."

Sirius gasped, clutching his chest. "You wound me!"

Peter snickered. "Pretty sure Remus is the only one wounding himself—what with all the choking and blushing."

Remus scowled at them all. "I do not blush."

James pointed at him. "Your ears are bright red, mate."

Remus groaned, covering his ears with his hands.

You decided to fight fire with fire. You turned to Sirius, an innocent smile on your lips. "Alright, if we’re playing this game—when was the last time you went five minutes without flirting with someone, Black?"

Sirius smirked. "Oh, deflecting, are we?" He wagged a finger at you. "Classic move. But it won’t save you, darling."

James laughed, nudging him. "To be fair, he’s got you there. You are terrible at subtlety."

You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, and you lot are subtle?"

"Of course," Peter said with a straight face. "We are the very definition of subtle."

James nodded solemnly. "Masters of it, really."

Sirius threw an arm over James’ shoulder. "Stealthy as shadows, my dear."

Remus exhaled sharply, dropping his hands from his face. "I hate every single one of you."

You grinned, nudging him playfully. "Even me?"

His expression softened immediately—traitorously. "Especially you," he muttered, though the slight curl of his lips gave him away.

Sirius groaned again. "See?! Look at that! You two are disgusting!"

James shook his head. "Unbelievable. Just snog already."

Remus groaned. “Merlin, just end me now.”

You, smiling brighter than ever, simply laced your fingers through his. He squeezed your hand, and though he was still flustered beyond belief, he didn’t let go.

Sirius gasped dramatically. “Oh, hand-holding! Scandalous!”

James pretended to faint.

Peter shook his head. “We’ve lost him to romance.”

Remus sighed, but there was a small, secret smile playing at his lips as he looked at you. “I really do hate them.”

You squeezed his hand, laughing softly. “I don’t know, I kind of love them.”

He exhaled, glancing at his friends—who were now reenacting some over-the-top, tragic love story in the middle of the common room.

He looked back at you, shaking his head fondly. “Yeah. Me too.”

Trying to protect you.

The change was subtle at first. Little things.

Remus stopped sitting so close to you, stopped letting his fingers brush against yours when you reached for something at the same time. He no longer rested his arm behind you on the couch or leaned into you when you laughed. The warmth you had grown used to—the easy comfort of having him near—was fading, like a candle slowly burning out.

At first, you thought you were imagining it. But then, he started avoiding you entirely.

You barely saw him at breakfast. He was quick to leave after class. When you sat beside him in the common room, he’d suddenly remember he had something to do—homework, patrols, an excuse that never quite made sense.

But the worst part? You didn’t change.

You were still as sweet as ever, still beaming up at him when you saw him in the hallways. Still sliding into the seat beside him in the common room, pressing a chocolate bar into his hand with a soft, “You look like you need this.”

You still reached for his hand when you laughed at something stupid Sirius said. Still looked at him with those bright, trusting eyes, like he wasn’t something to be afraid of.

It made him feel sick.

Because he didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve you.

And yet… he craved you.

Your touch. Your warmth. The way you made him feel like he was more than just scars and sharp edges.

But the full moon was too close now.

He could feel it—coiling in his gut, burning behind his ribs. It made him restless, short-tempered. His body ached, his appetite grew insatiable, his thoughts were muddled with something too sharp, too wild.

And you were still here, making everything harder.

One evening, after dinner, he was sitting in the common room, staring into the fire, trying to drown out the pounding in his head. You came in, looking as radiant as ever, your face lighting up the second you saw him.

“Rem!” you chirped, flopping onto the couch beside him without hesitation.

His jaw clenched. He didn’t turn to look at you.

Undeterred, you nudged his arm. “You okay? You’ve been quiet today.”

He swallowed hard. “Just tired.”

You hummed, unconvinced, but didn’t push. Instead, you leaned against him slightly, just enough for your shoulder to brush his.

“Wanna help me with my Potions essay?” you asked, your voice light. “Slughorn is going to hex me if I mess up another ingredient list.”

Remus should have said no. Should have told you to find Lily or James or anyone else.

But instead, he found himself glancing at you.

And Merlin, you were looking at him like he hung the bloody stars in the sky.

His throat felt tight.

“I—” He forced himself to look away, pushing a hand through his hair. “Yeah. Sure.”

Your smile was blinding, and something inside his chest ached.

He was being so selfish.

Letting you sit so close. Letting you touch him. Letting himself want you when he knew what was going to happen in just a few days.

But he wasn’t strong enough to pull away.

Not yet.

You didn’t seem to notice how stiff he was, or if you did, you didn’t mention it. Instead, you just grinned, pulling out your Potions book and parchment as if nothing had changed. As if he wasn’t trying to put distance between you.

Remus hated it.

Hated how easy it was for you to sit beside him, to nudge his knee with yours like you always did. Hated how much he liked it.

You were making this impossible.

“Okay,” you sighed, flipping through the pages. “Tell me why I always forget the difference between powdered root of asphodel and essence of dittany.”

Remus huffed a quiet laugh despite himself. “Because you have the attention span of a flobberworm.”

You gasped dramatically. “Rude.”

The corners of his mouth twitched. Stop it.

He cleared his throat, forcing himself back into the walls he’d been building around you. “Powdered root of asphodel is a sleeping agent,” he muttered, shifting away slightly. “Essence of dittany is for healing.”

You pursed your lips, scribbling it down on your parchment. “See? This is why I keep you around.”

A warmth spread through his chest before he could shove it down.

You always said things like that so easily, like it was the most natural thing in the world for him to be in your life. Like you didn’t realize how dangerous it was to be near him.

He should have ignored it. Should have let the moment pass.

But when he glanced at you, you were already looking at him—chin propped in your hand, eyes soft and full of something he didn’t deserve.

He swallowed hard. “Don’t look at me like that.”

You blinked, surprised. “Like what?”

Like I’m worth something.

Instead of answering, he shook his head, looking back at your parchment. “Just… keep writing.”

You didn’t press him. You never did.

You just smiled a little, amused, and got back to your notes.

And Remus felt his resolve crumbling.

Because the full moon was closing in, and he was supposed to be pushing you away.

But you weren’t letting him.

And deep down, he knew—no matter how hard he tried—he didn’t want you to.

Someone who stays.

Now Remus was fully avoiding you.

At first, it was subtle—excuses about needing to study, leaving the Great Hall earlier than usual, disappearing between classes. But then, it became obvious. He stopped waiting for you after class. He no longer sought you out in the courtyard or library. He barely spoke to you.

And you weren’t having it.

So, when he slipped out of the Great Hall after barely touching his food, you followed.

Remus walked with his hands shoved in his pockets, head down, as he made his way toward the Astronomy Tower. You didn’t even hesitate to chase after him.

"Remus!"

He froze for a fraction of a second before continuing up the stairs.

You huffed, quickening your pace. “You are aware that ignoring me won’t actually make me go away, right?”

Remus exhaled through his nose. “I’m not ignoring you.”

“You are,” you countered, finally reaching his side. “You’ve been running off at every opportunity like I’m some horrible curse you need to escape from.”

He swallowed, still refusing to look at you.

"Rem," you tried softly.

His shoulders tensed.

You stepped in front of him, blocking his way. “Talk to me.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” he muttered, glancing toward the night sky.

You frowned. “You’re isolating yourself, and don’t you dare tell me you always do this, because we both know that’s a lie.”

Remus exhaled, jaw clenched. “Maybe you should stop worrying about me.”

You recoiled slightly, but quickly narrowed your eyes. “Like hell I will.”

Remus rubbed a hand over his face. “You’re making this harder than it needs to be.”

“Good,” you snapped. “You’re pushing me away, and I don’t know why.”

His lips pressed into a thin line. “You should.”

Your chest tightened. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means—” Remus cut himself off, shaking his head. “You know something’s wrong. You know I’m not—” He inhaled sharply. “I just— I need you to stop.”

You blinked. “Stop what?”

Remus let out a humorless laugh. “Caring.”

Your stomach twisted.

“Because if you keep caring,” he said, voice hoarse, “you’re going to get hurt.”

You stared at him, heart pounding. “Remus…”

“I can’t—I won’t let that happen.”

You shook your head, stepping closer. “You don’t get to decide that.”

He clenched his fists. “I do.”

“No, you don’t,” you shot back. “Because I choose to care about you. I choose to be here.”

His expression faltered, pain flickering in his eyes.

You exhaled, voice softer. “Rem… why won’t you just let me be here for you?”

He turned away. “Because one day, you’ll hate me for it.”

Your heart ached.

“I could never hate you,” you whispered.

Remus squeezed his eyes shut. “You say that now.”

You took a deep breath, then—without hesitation—wrapped your arms around him.

Remus stiffened.

But you didn’t let go.

You held him tighter, pressing your forehead against his shoulder. “I’m not going anywhere.”

His hands trembled at his sides. “You should.”

“I won’t.”

He let out a shaky breath.

And slowly—so slowly—you felt his arms wrap around you, his grip hesitant, as if he was afraid you’d vanish the moment he touched you.

But you didn’t.

And neither did he.

Remus held you like he was afraid you’d slip through his fingers. His grip wasn’t tight, wasn’t desperate, but it was cautious—like he wasn’t sure if he deserved this moment.

You weren’t having that.

You tightened your arms around him, pressing closer, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest. His heartbeat was fast, too fast. You didn’t know if it was from nerves or something else entirely, but you didn’t care. You just wanted him to know—really know—that you weren’t leaving.

His fingers twitched against your back. “You don’t understand.”

“Then help me understand,” you murmured.

He shook his head against you. “I can’t.”

You exhaled, running a soothing hand up and down his back. “Then I’ll wait.”

Remus stiffened. “You shouldn’t.”

You pulled back just enough to look at him, your arms still around him, refusing to let go. His face was guarded, carefully blank, but his eyes—those soft brown eyes—were filled with emotion.

“Why not?” you whispered.

His jaw tightened. “Because I’m not worth waiting for.”

Your heart ached. “That’s not your decision to make.”

He looked away, his grip on you loosening, but you refused to let him slip away.

“Remus.” You gently cupped his face, forcing him to look at you. His skin was cool beneath your fingertips, and he tensed under your touch. “You don’t get to decide what you’re worth to me. And right now? Right now, I’m telling you that you’re worth everything.”

His breath hitched.

“You don’t have to tell me anything you’re not ready to,” you continued softly. “You don’t have to explain why you disappear every month, or why you come back looking like you fought the bloody Whomping Willow. You don’t have to tell me why you think pushing me away will keep me safe.” You swallowed, thumb brushing against his cheek. “But just because you won’t tell me, doesn’t mean I don’t see you, Rem.”

His fingers curled into the fabric of your robes.

“I see you,” you whispered. “And I’m not afraid.”

Remus let out a shaky breath. He looked so tired, so torn. And yet, for the first time in days, he wasn’t running.

You watched as his resolve cracked—just slightly, just enough. His shoulders sagged, and before you knew it, he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

Your heart clenched as you felt his breath against your skin, uneven and vulnerable. You rubbed soothing circles into his back, holding him close, grounding him.

“Is it really so impossible to believe,” you murmured, “that someone could stay?”

Remus let out a bitter laugh. “For me? Yes.”

You frowned, tightening your grip around him. “Then I’ll just have to prove you wrong.”

He let out a soft, shaky exhale. His arms wrapped around you fully this time, holding on like he was finally allowing himself to believe—even if just for a moment—that maybe, just maybe, you meant it.

And you did.

You always would.

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Notes from the author:

Hello my favourite people!

Made extra fluff for you, our Moony deserves some love! (Even though he doesn't admit it)

Also, did you notice that the reader, who always does amazing in potions, is asking his help with it? 🫢

And thanks for all the amazing comments, you have me smiling like a fool! 🤍

Hope you like this part as much as i did! (Probably is my favourite till now)

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緑 ──── KISS AND MAKE UP ; nishimura riki

SYNOPSIS: riki and reader make up after the argument over text but not only for the argument but also riki learns a little more about relationship PAIRING : idol riki x reader GENRE : fluffy, angst ; WC : 1,379

WARNINGS : to understand the plot better you need to read my riki boyfriend text smau which I have linked here and also all the way down. Not proofread thoroughly, english is not my first language. That's it I don't think there is anything sensitive they have some good talk about relationship.

AUTHORS NOTE : clearly my feminist didn't come over, but honestly to all the girls out there please choose a kind ask generous guy and don't be mother to any guy who takes everything from them I tried to put my message through this fic sorry not sorry if it offends anyone. I hope to make the mother wizard liz girls get it!!! DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

written in second person pov:

It's been two weeks since you have talked with Riki, one of the reasons was obviously you were upset with him but mainly because you don't know what to even talk about.

He has been sending flowers, food, and little gifts to apologize with a note saying he is sorry. Not only that but he is constantly sending you messages and voicemails. First it was explaining himself and apologizing but now it's all about him apologizing and asking to talk to you in person.

Today you finally thought of responding to him and meeting him because soon he has to prepare for their comeback, which also means there will be a tour announcement. You don't want him to go on without solving everything.

Walking towards the park you guys always meet since him being an idol wasn't an easy task to roam with his girlfriend everywhere. Thoughts have filled your brain that desires to turn around and run away but you kept your decision firm.

Walking towards the bench you guys usually sit you find him eagerly waiting because of his bouncing leg. “Hi” he turns his head and looks at you, soon standing up and nervously trying to stabilize himself.

“H-hi ___ you came hah I was waiting for you to arrive you know to talk and make up I know you wanted to talk and we talk but I wanted to talk so much” he shuts up as realized he was rumbling. “Sorry I am just nervous”.

“It's okay riki let's sit and talk please.” Soon you both sat while there was silence for a few seconds but he was the first one to break it. “___ I know it was my mistake,I said in the heat of the moment. I know it's just an excuse but please I'm genuinely sorry I didn't mean to say that.”

“Riki it's not only about part of me going to your company but also how you didn't understand why I took stand for jake, I explained to you but you didn't even once responded to that text or even mentioned it once, talking about me understanding your idol industry yeah sure I don't experience them I don't understand the same emotions but I have seen you guys working.

I always sat with you whenever you went through rough patches in your idol life. I tried my best to understand never backed away and how can I let someone disrespect Jake when all he was was being too comfortable with him.

Jake was clearly uncomfortable with her actions and he set the boundaries by dismissing her but then she went all defensive talking about how bad Jake was during practice hours so she is trying to help him. She isn't even your guy's choreographer and not only that also went too far saying Jake is acting too tough when all he did was speak for himself.

How can I let someone talk to him like that? I walked inside when she was talking in a disrespectful tone with him and all I did was hold her accountable for her actions and words. As soon as the manager called you and said I was being disrespectful you started giving me silent treatment even after Jake explained to you the whole situation you didn't approach me.

And even after understanding the whole situation you went ahead and said those words.” — you take a breath after letting out all the thoughts and emotions you had suppressed in the two weeks. “I know it was my fault soon after the text Jungwon hyung called everyone to talk about the matter and after discussing with them I realized my mistake and the things I said.

Before the discussion the manager told me Jake hyung did stand for himself and because you're not a part of the company you don't need to come over because of your disrespectful behavior. I knew and even defended you that you definitely did that because of some reason but as soon as the manager said I need to distance myself from you I went blank and felt angry and I just took that out of you even after Jake told me everything.

I was just angry about the situation and in the heat of the moment I thought if Jake did speak up for himself you didn't had to meddle in between which was my fault, I understand what you're coming from baby I was just furious from mangers words and I just took that on your I’m really sorry. I know that's my mistake and I swear I'm ready to do everything to make it right. I just don't want to lose you. I know it's pathetic and corny to say the sentence after doing wrong and all guys say the same thing but I mean it please I will do whatever you want me to.”

“Reflect on yourself then, reflect on your words and actions, it's not only about now it's about everytime we go through anything. I don't want a guy who acts tough and is emotionally unavailable when it's required. I want you to act mature when we have arguments and by that I don't mean you need to always be right or wrong I mean be a generous guy who understands the situation, who knows how to talk and knows how to communicate when it's required.

And it won't be achieved in the next day or the next moment. You need to work on yourself everyday, especially during every argument, it's not only about now but always. Do you understand what I'm saying?” — he quickly nods while looking at your hand and you nod, giving him permission to hold your hand.

“I know I'm definitely not the best guy and I love how mature you're ___ despite being the same age as me but I will try my best to understand your words and work on them, I know I am bad at some point of the relationship and that will never be an excuse to treat you bad but rather I will work of them I will understand situations before acting up. Just please hold my hand to guide me when we are in such situations.”

“I will riki but just know I'm not your mother who is raising a child, I will guide you depending upon the situation but you need to enhance your knowledge about relationship and how to make it work you're old enough to understand some aspects when things go wrong. I will guide you but I'm not your mother to stay emotionally strong through everything you do. I want a partner riki, not a baby.”

“Then lean on me as a partner and walk out when you need to play the role of mother. I don't want to act like a manchild or mommy's boy but as your beloved. Lean on me when we both know the direction and walk out when I push you forward to lead us on the path, lovely.”

Looking at you with teary eyes he asks “I know forgiveness isn't about the text but my behavior so it will take time and I want you to take time, but let's not break apart.” — he pleads with eyes filled with tears. “Who said we are breaking apart you dumb dumb of course not we will make it work” — you said while wiping his tears and hugging him while he breaks down in little sniffles.

“I was scared I thought you're going to break up after you stopped responding to me.” “Well that was because I wasn't mentally prepared to talk, you know.” “It's okay you're my precious so I am a little emotional.” “You sure it's little.” “Stop being mean, I will cry more.” — you laugh lightly at his whiny state while he still has his head in the crook of your neck. Soon after hugging for about ten minutes he pulls his head up and asks.

“So I can please kiss you.” “Well I don't think so.” “Sweetheart please please please.” “Sure you big baby.” — He quickly leans in while meeting your lips and locking them softly while he holds your hands tightly, silently promising himself to do better.

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࣪ ִֶָ☾. It's been a while my babies! I have been very busy by a lot of things, mostly that I found a second job in a company I really wanted to work in. I paused the private readings for a while because I wanted to make sure to get well into my job. I am feeling like I can come back now, it feels good! I didn't forget about you nor astrology, in fact my mind is constantly continuing noticing things around me lol. Im gonna do a post here with some astro gossips and thing is have noticed. Hope you'll like this :)

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⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Mercury Cazimi is currently happening (May 2025). If you do not know what it is, it is the Sun and Moon making a conjunction, and it's often a perfect time to find out truths.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ The Wizard Liz, a very famous YouTuber who makes contents on women empowerment, got cheated on by her husband while she was 4 months pregnant and found out during the transit.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Talking about this transit, my mom found out some truth about her astro placements and work. She was always confronted with women who wanted to run the work place and saw her as a threat. She realized during this transit instead of running away from those people, she should confront them and stand against them.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Another thing that came up, for me I learned one of my coworker who flirted openly with me had a girlfriend, and didn't want me to know :)

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ What should I expect from a Libra Sun Man?? Seriously those men looooove flirting. Always cheating, sorry not sorry.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ He also got a Leo Venus and a Leo Mars, he loves the attention, which I am not giving to him, he always made sure I noticed he was in the room, talking loud, constantly commenting on anything I would do, clingy.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Talking synastry with this guy, his Venus and Mars conjunct my Sun, ofc he got a crush. And his Sun conjunct my Rising. Bro is so into me its so obvious, always staring.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ My other coworkers are a Capricorn Sun (man) and a Libra Sun (woman). My Libra Sun female coworker is such an angel. She has a Virgo Rising as well; which conjunct my Venus, and we get along so well.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ She is truly very dedicated to her work, but so kind and naturally beautiful. I think her Libra Sun with Virgo Rising makes her embrace her natural beauty, she is never wearing make up.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ For my Cap Sun male coworker, he nice too, but so shy omg, he a Scorpio Rising, so you can guess why he so reserved. He also got a Gemini Moon so once you get to know him he is actually very funny.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ My two bosses are both Taurus Sun, and they are only 3 days and 4 years apart, and they got the same name, which I found to be a funny coincidence.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ I wanna talk about Synastry again. My Libra Sun male coworker who keeps flirting with me also got his Jupiter conjunct my Briede Asteroid (19029). But his Chiron falls in my 12H with his Sun, Im not interested in him, I often act as if he doesn't exist, he too straightforward for me AND HE GOT A GF WTF.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Though if you want to get rid of a man with Leo on their Venus and Mars: do not give them attention. It's gonna hurt their ego so bad they gonna hate you. Mission accomplished.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Talking about crushes, I also found out during Mercury Cazimi transit that a guy I knew back in 2022 got a crush on me STILL. He an Aquarius Sun, Aquarius Moon and idk his rising lol, but im sure its Cancer.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ His Chiron is in my 11H, he got friend zoned by me a few years ago but indirectly ;-;

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ His Union Asteroid and North Node are in my 1H, bro got a crush at first sight on me. It also both conjunct my Mars. hehehe

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ I often noticed too that men who got huge crushes on me got their Mars conjunct my Venus or Sun. Often indicating strong attraction.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ I found toon that your big 3 often indicates your reputation and how people see you directly. Im a Leo Sun, Libra Rising and Gemini Moon. People see me as charming and beautiful yet also fake (Libra Rising). They also think I am kind and easily in the spotlight yet some will say im attention grabbing and too much (Leo Sun). And people also see me as funny and witty, but childish and fake (Gemini Moon).

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Talking fast about Lunar Returns but the one I started my job, I had a 6H stellium. Venus was also there, and I had some coworkers who got crushes on me -.-

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ I also had a Libra Rising which is the same Rising as in my natal chart, and bro I felt like I was noticed so much by other people?? I got called beautiful by strangers so many times. I also got a glow up from me cutting my hair (which I did after Venus retrograde ended and best decision ever!)

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Ofc my 6H stellium also meant I was very busy! I had Neptune there as well and I kept dreaming/ having nightmares about work.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Also right when I found out about Liz's husband cheating on her and my Libra man coworker having a gf, it was the start of my new Lunar Return, with a 12H stellium with Venus in it. Love was OVER for me! I was feeling like it sucked, and men only cheated!

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Currently in the new Lunar Return, I also have a 1H stellium with Sun, Mercury, Uranus and Moon there, and I found out I lost weight. I am also feeling more confident in my body and I feel like im having a constant glow up.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Also, I wanna say if you have a Leo stellium, Sun in 10H or even a Leo stellium in the 10H, better realize now whatever you do, you'll be in the spotlight and people will be jealous of you. Embrace the truth and be confident baby.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Transit Pluto conjunct Natal Neptune could mean you could realize some illusions you had about a subject (to know which subject it would be about, check the house it happens). Truth could be revealed to you during this time.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Sun or Moon conjunct Mars Synastry can bring out jealousy.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Sun conjunct Mars can also bring out strong physical attraction for the Mars person. But on the negative side, Sun person have the ability to also piss Mars person off strongly lol.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Also Im gonna die on this hill, but Sun conjunct Moon never did well to anyone around me. It clashes more than anything because the conjunction is a strong aspect; while sextile and trine would be better because it's harmonious.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Mars conjunct Chiron often makes Chiron person triggered by Mars person.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Selena Gomez being a self made Billionaire also makes so much sense looking at her chart. She has her 2H Ruler being the Sun (so money comes from the self), in the 1H. So even more that comes from the self, the money also comes from her, her image, so she was meant to build an empire around her image. BUT. Her Sun (2H Ruler) is in 29°, she is literally over famous.

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[clesired]

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐂𝐀𝐓 | 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 !

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 ! “can i request a fred x black cat!gf since he’s such a golden retriever!bf?” thank you to the lovely anon who requested this <3

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ! go christmas shopping with your boyfriend, come back with a cat!?

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ! no warnings, fluff, fem!reader, golden retriever bf!fred x black cat gf!reader, established relationship, second person pov, 0.8k words!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Your eyes scan the hustle and bustle of Hogsmeade, mentally mapping out the different shops you need to hit for your Christmas shopping.

Nodding to yourself, you gently release Fred’s hand and look up at him to confirm. “Okay, meet at Three Broomsticks in two hours?”

He looks at you like you’ve just kicked him, as he grabs your hand again and frowns. “No, what? Why are we splitting up?”

He looks so genuinely confused as to why that’s even an option and it makes you feel a little warmer despite the chilly air.

Still, you squeeze his hand softly and shake your head. “You’re one of the people I’m shopping for today, Freddie.”

You see the indignance before he even speaks. “That’s okay, I’ll just pretend like I didn’t see.”

His quick response pulls a laugh out of you before you can stop it and you shake your head in amusement.

“Two hours isn’t even that long, love. We spend more time apart during classes.” You point out gently.

It’s not that you wouldn’t prefer Christmas shopping with your boyfriend—you just prefer that your gifts remain a surprise a bit more.

He pulls you into his chest, uncaring of the surrounding witches and wizards witnessing the public display of affection.

“That’s because I’ll get a howler from mum if I skip too many classes.” He grumbles quietly, and you pout back at him teasingly.

“Oh, the poor baby. The horror!” You coo as you pinch his cheek teasingly, causing him to let out a quiet huff before he suddenly throws you over his shoulder and starts booking it through the village.

You let out a noise of surprise as you pound at his back, your hits doing absolutely nothing to slow him down.

“Put me down this instant, Frederick Gideon Weasley!” You pull out his full name, which causes him to laugh.

“Promise we’re shopping together first!” He calls back, and now it’s your turn to huff.

“Fine, I promise. Now unhand me, you silly man!” You smack his butt for emphasis just as he’s setting you down on your feet.

He smirks mischievously as he stares down at you, hands still holding you by the waist firmly. “Feeling a bit cheeky, are we, love?” His brows wriggle up and down playfully.

You furrow your brows, “What-” and then you groan, realization setting on you. “Oh, you are foul for that joke.”

He leans in closer to you, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours affectionately. “You love it.” He insists softly.

“I love you.” You correct, looking up at him.

He smiles, his eyes shining with happiness as he leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips. “And I love you.” He murmurs softly.

“Even though you drive me crazy sometimes.” You tack on, causing him to step back and clutch at his heart dramatically.

“Really know how to make a bloke feel special, love.” He winces softly, hanging his head as he rubs circles over his heart.

You roll your eyes playfully as you gently pull his hand away from his chest, intertwining your fingers before you begin walking to Tomes and Scrolls.

“C’mon, Mr. Broken Heart. You can walk it off, yeah?” You pat his back consolingly before facing forward and leading the way.

Fred pretends to sniffle softly as he walks, taking one big step forward to even out with you. “My girlfriend stop being mean to me challenge, difficulty level: impossible.”

You turn your head to glare up at him. “I am not mean to-”

You stop short as he raises a pointed brow, and you feel your cheeks heat up in a rare display of embarrassment as you look the other way.

“That doesn’t count. I’m defending my name here.” You mumble quietly, making him chuckle as you feel yourself get pulled into his side yet again.

“Don’t worry, you look cute when you’re all irritated. Like a disgruntled kitten.” He notes with a smile.

“You did not just call me a kitten.” You say, your tone laced with the slightest hint of incredulity.

“You’d look cute as a cat, now that I think about it.” Fred continues playfully. “Think you’d fit as a black cat.”

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.” You grumble quietly, and Fred nods.

“Spoken like a true black cat.” He says matter of fact, and you can’t help but laugh out of sheer confusion.

“My love, what does that even mean?” You raise your brows.

He chuckles with you, “You know, I’m not really sure. But it makes sense to me.”

You side eye him as you two walk past Pets & Familiars. You can already see the gears turning in his head as he peers through the shop window.

“Don’t you even think about it, Freddie.” You warn, and he pouts softly.

And there he goes with his puppy eyes—you’re a sucker for that look and he knows it. “Oh, you are playing so unfair right now.” You grumble quietly.

By the time you’re walking back to the castle hours later, not only does Fred know everything you got him for Christmas and vice versa—but you are both now proud parents of a little black kitten.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ! wooh, first request done!!! not sure i did the black cat!gf archetype justice, but i tried. i hope you lovelies enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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mila! *: ･🐚༄🫧*ੈ✩

[hey-itsdollie]

ᴛʜɪɢʜꜱ.ᐟ.ᐟ

‧₊˚ ┊ blue lock boys with thick thighed s/o .ᐟ.ᐟ

୭˚. ᵎᵎ featuring » ness. sendo. yukimiya. kurona. nanase.

⋮ ⌗ ┆cw ⪼ aged up!, suggestive themes, fem reader, thigh kissing, thigh worship, biting, licking, mainly fluff! use of pet names, the word blasphemy was used not to offend anyone.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 -u are here!-, Final Part!

── .✦ Alexis Ness

"Awe you look so cute!" you squealed running up to your boyfriend who was wearing a wizard cloak. His cheeks turned slightly red as he instinctively held onto your hips, welcoming you into his arms.

"You think so hübsche?" [ᵖʳᵉᵗᵗʸ] Ness tilt his head, his eyes softening as he gazed down at his girlfriend, who wore a matching witch outfit.

"Mhm mhm!" You smiled brightly as you reached and tilt his wizard hat slightly. "You look like merlin!" you stated happily, bringing up the two of yours favorite cartoon, the sword in the stone.

"Hey is that supposed to be a compliment?" Ness questioned with furrowed eyebrows. "Of course!" you laughed as he bent down slightly, hooking his arms under your thighs picking you up effortlessly.

"Alexis put me down! I'm heavy-" you stated with a frown as your hands went to his shoulders immediately. The male scoffed as he moved you to the window seat.

"Heavy? Nonsense hübsche..." Ness whispered with an unmoving gaze as he kneeled before you. You were wearing a form fitting body suit (similar to what Raven wears on teen titans) with a black cloak shadowing your body.

Ness lazily moved his hands up your legs, over knees and onto your thighs. Grabbing certain places before anchoring onto your hip dips. He looked like a begging dog, his eyes pleading you to let him have his treat. The treat being you in his eyes.

The man looked starved. Hearing you speak of yourself negatively felt like blasphemy in his ears. You were his, his treasure, his woman.

His lips seared your skin as his loving kisses leaped from one thigh to another. He adored you. Everything about you. His lips lingered in certain spots, his hands pulling your hips closer to him.

"Alexis not on the window seat..." you whispered knowing where this was going. "What about the Halloween party?" you questioned as he pulled away and stood up leaning forward towards your ear.

"What if we stayed home? Let me make love to you on this seat... hm hübsche?"

── .✦ Shuto Sendo

You knew of your boyfriend's taste in woman. You seemed far from it. You weren't an actress nor celebrity, simply someone he met after one of his games. Apparently, he lost his earring and you just so happened to find it.

After taking you out it continued happening until he finally popped the question.

Now on his break here he was doing pushups on his bedroom floor as his beautiful girlfriend was sitting on his back. "Shuto, you should rest." you hummed rubbing his back gently, worried your weight was too much for him. "Nonsense... I need to get stronger; you're the perfect one to help with that my love." he smirked huffing softly from his long workout.

Despite his looks he was strong. Lifting you was as easy to him as cutting a piece of cake.

"Nope, time to take a break." You scoffed getting off his back and sitting on the edge of his bed. He groaned sitting up and using his knees to move towards you, his chest was sweaty as you could easily see his muscles.

Sendo exhaustedly laid his head on your thighs enjoying the plush feel to them. "You're magnificent..."

His murmured words left his lips as his blurry eyes gazed into your amused ones. "You did well honey, how about you go wash up and we can cuddle hm?"

"Sounds lovely..." he grinned his words slurring due to how tired he was.

── .✦ Kenyu Yukimiya

"So, you going to continue to play?"

You questioned as your fingers were busy with braiding small flowers into a crown. Your boyfriend, Yukimiya was mindlessly laying in between your legs his eyes closed giving way to the peaceful environment.

The two of you were on a date, he took you to the country side to have a picnic in a field. He needed to have a break from electronics and well people in general.

"Yes, I can't just give up after everything I've done so far."

The brunette sighed out taking his glasses off to rub the bridge of his nose, something he did each time he felt stress.

"I understand Kenyu..." you spoke softly placing the flower crown you made in his hair. He turned his head slightly and placed soft kisses on your thighs.

You brought him immense comfort; someone he deeply held dear to him. When he chose to go along to Blue Lock you cheered for him, telling him you'd be waiting for his return. You were his number one fan whether it be for his modeling career or soccer career.

You loved him and was willing to always be on his side with things. Of course, being this important, you were one of the few that knew of his eye sight.

You witnessed him breakdown in your arms first hand. You were never going to get in the way of his dreams. If he wanted to be the number one striker, so be it.

"I'm so lucky to have you..." he murmured kissing your thighs more, each touch more loving than the last.

°˖➴ Ranze Kurona

Your boyfriend was quite introverted. He didn't speak much but when he did it meant each word he said.

Kurona and you just got back from the aquarium, a date you two had been planning for a while. He grinned as he walked out of the bathroom to see you in one of his shirts hugging your newly bought shark plushie.

"You like your shark plushie? Baby baby?" he questioned joining you on the bed as his words doubled.

He laid on stomach getting comfortable in between your legs. a smile grew on your face as he gently rubbed your skin. "Mhm, it reminds me of you." "Shark shark." he requested making grabby hands at your plushie making you laugh whilst handing the plushie to him.

His arms rose in the air as he gazed at the shark, it's pointed teeth were stitched on the mouth, the color a dark magenta. He handed the plushie back and laid his head on your thigh.

A comfortable silence falling over the two of you. His hands drifted over your stomach something he did often when it was just the two of you. His lips attached to your inner thigh his teeth gently biting into your skin leaving small love bites across your skin.

"Mm, Ranze?" you whispered laying your head back against the pillows as you let your boyfriend's mouth run across your thighs. His touch was gentle yet sloppy, his tongue gently licking the spots he might've bit too hard.

"Baby... can we?" his question hung in the air, something he did each time he wanted to initiate something. You raised your head to meet his needy eyes. "Yes..."

── .✦ Ranze Kurona

"So, you going to continue to play?"

You questioned as your fingers were busy with braiding small flowers into a crown. Your boyfriend, Yukimiya was mindlessly laying in between your legs his eyes closed giving way to the peaceful environment.

The two of you were on a date, he took you to the country side to have a picnic in a field. He needed to have a break from electronics and well people in general.

"Yes, I can't just give up after everything I've done so far."

The brunette sighed out taking his glasses off to rub the bridge of his nose, something he did each time he felt stress.

"I understand Kenyu..." you spoke softly placing the flower crown you made in his hair. He turned his head slightly and placed soft kisses on your thighs.

You brought him immense comfort; someone he deeply held dear to him. When he chose to go along to Blue Lock you cheered for him, telling him you'd be waiting for his return. You were his number one fan whether it be for his modeling career or soccer career.

You loved him and was willing to always be on his side with things. Of course, being this important, you were one of the few that knew of his eye sight.

You witnessed him breakdown in your arms first hand. You were never going to get in the way of his dreams. If he wanted to be the number one striker, so be it.

"I'm so lucky to have you..." he murmured kissing your thighs more, each touch more loving than the last.

°˖➴ Ranze Kurona

Your boyfriend was quite introverted. He didn't speak much but when he did it meant each word he said.

Kurona and you just got back from the aquarium, a date you two had been planning for a while. He grinned as he walked out of the bathroom to see you in one of his shirts hugging your newly bought shark plushie.

"You like your shark plushie? Baby baby?" he questioned joining you on the bed as his words doubled.

He laid on stomach getting comfortable in between your legs. a smile grew on your face as he gently rubbed your skin. "Mhm, it reminds me of you." "Shark shark." he requested making grabby hands at your plushie making you laugh whilst handing the plushie to him.

His arms rose in the air as he gazed at the shark, it's pointed teeth were stitched on the mouth, the color a dark magenta. He handed the plushie back and laid his head on your thigh.

A comfortable silence falling over the two of you. His hands drifted over your stomach something he did often when it was just the two of you. His lips attached to your inner thigh his teeth gently biting into your skin leaving small love bites across your skin.

"Mm, Ranze?" you whispered laying your head back against the pillows as you let your boyfriend's mouth run across your thighs. His touch was gentle yet sloppy, his tongue gently licking the spots he might've bit too hard.

"Baby... can we?" his question hung in the air, something he did each time he wanted to initiate something. You raised your head to meet his needy eyes. "Yes..."

── .✦ Nijiro Nanase

"Darlin' you sure bout this?"

Your boyfriend's Kansai accent bled through his words as he turned his gaze from the cat in the tree to you who crossed your arms. "I'm sure, the cat needs help Nijiro!" you frowned wanting to help the cat get down.

With a soft sigh, the raven-ette knew he couldn't say no to you nor to helping the feline. He kneeled down before you as you carefully maneuvered yourself onto his shoulders.

Shakily he stood up his hands gripping your thighs to stabilize you. "Let me know if ya need to get down, ya' hear?" he spoke tapping the side of your thigh gently. "I will, now come on."

Your impatience made the male smile as he carefully walked closer to the tree your arms stretching out towards the cat.

"Here kitty kitty- woah!" the cat immediately jumped at you startling you. Nanase's eyes widened as he stumbled back from the sudden startle.

"Woah there, you, okay?" he questioned his grip tightening slightly on your thighs. Your thighs squished up against his face, due to your body tensing.

Afraid of being seen as disrespectful he wouldn't never admit it aloud but god-damn did Nanase love your thighs. The thickness and fullness of them made him weak.

"Mhm! the kitty is safe!" you laughed holding the cat in your arms. The male sighed in relief as he knelt down and helped you off of his shoulders. "I'm glad..."

"Huh, Nanase, why's your face all read?" you tilted your head confused but then you gasped "I wasn't strangling you, was I?!"

"I mean if you were I wouldn't have minded..." he muttered which you didn't hear. "What was that?"

"Nothin' Darlin'!" he quickly said with a bright smile his ears turning redder.

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[wcters]

CHRIS WITH A GIRLFRIEND WHO NAPS ALL THE TIME

pairing: christopher sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: chris with a girlfriend who is obsessed with naps/naps all the time

warnings/contents: none

author’s note: i love naps, my favourite thing !!!!!

- you love naps, you’re obsessed

- always down for one

- you can nap anytime, anywhere

- cars, planes, beds, couches, you name it

- you probably have an iron deficiency

- #hot girl shit

- you can and will fall asleep in the most uncomfortable positions and in any positions really: crisscross, curled up, head leaning on your knees, on your back, starfish, etc

- you could call yourself an expert 💅💅

- you look two ways when you’re sleeping: peaceful . . . or a victorian child dying on the plague

- that tiktok trend? that’s you, and you own it

- and chris had definitely posted you to that

- if not him, either nick or matt

- you also look like that polar bear waking from hibernation when you wake up

- or you went through a tornado

- dorothy from the wizard of oz who?

- so many pictures and clips of you alseep in the background of a video, tiktok, livestream, etc

- the triplets were filming a walk though of the tour bus and you’re just fast asleep in chris’s bunk wrapped in your blanket

- a lot of your friends bereals are you sleeping

- have a humidifier in your room at your house/apartment

- sleep with rain sounds on

- a shit ton of stuffed animals

- and that will be the same for chris’s bed

- they’ll take up most of the space on the bed and he will have a leg hanging off

- you refuse to take them off unless he begs

- you feel bad 😭😭 they’re you kids, you have to care for them

- spend a lot of money on stuffed animals, pillows, and blankets

- comfy fit 24/7

- uggs, sweatshirts, sweatpants, like a living and breathing fresh love ad

- everyone’s jealous

- chris loves you for it, but also dislikes it sometimes because it’s his clothes and he’ll want to wear them

- slippers 24/7

- naps with him!

- most cuddle sessions will end up as nap sessions

- or you alseep on top of him while chris is stuck sessions

- he says he hates it (he secretly loves it)

- a lot of the time even watching movies or hanging out will end up with you alseep in his lap because he likes to run his fingers through your hair (if it won’t mess it up and it’s not styled, scalp if he can) and your skin

- will carry you to bed

- you always wake up disoriented and covered in marks from the bedsheets pressing into you (signs of a good nap)

- you react to the word nap like a dog does to the word treat

- always excited for bed

- definition of snug as a bug in a rug

- you were an avid after school napper

- one of the only consistent things in your life

- you’re fighting a literal WAR between two and five pm to stay awake

- you fully expect (and deserve) a medal for staying awake 🏅🏅

- and you’re grumpy if you don’t have one. you were rude? you were acting like a bitch? didn’t have your nap.

- someone comments on how you sleep to much? immediately dislike

- like sis . . . what’s it to you?

- unless it’s a health concern, and even then, mouth. shut.

- if you’re sick, you’re napping/sleeping even more than you already do

- you’re the first one asleep at all nighters

- nick jokes that you might love sleeping more than you love chris

- . . . don’t tell him that.

- just kidding! . . .

- some of your favourite tiktoks are the ones where you get to choose where you’re sleeping

- you sleep talk sometimes (mostly gibberish) but not a lot, maybe like once or twice a month

- but you absolutely have had full on conversations with people and your answers make sense, and you will not remember them at all

- “hey, do you remember when i told you about that idea i had?” “no, when was this?” “last night.” “oh.”

- NAPS WITH TREVOR

- that dog lovesss you

- and loves taking naps with you

- will also nap with you in the car if you’re going on a road trip with chris and his family

- you love the feeling of his weight in your lap

- you’re a MENACE to wake up

- there have been times where chris just gives up and let’s you sleep if it’s not important because it’s taken him too long (he also gets lazy)

- a lot of the time it’s on their couch because you love their couch

- it’s so comfy, you’re favourite thing

- PISSED if you’re woken up by something stupid

- like one of the boys will make a loud noise and then they’ll all stand there like ‘oh shit’

- if you wake up and chris isn’t with you but he’s in the house, you’ll make a beeline to him and just hug him

- probably fall asleep in his arms standing up