#slytherin shirt not pictured because i’m wearing it right now

[graaaaaayy]

tell me which fandom was your entire childhood without telling me what fandom was your entire childhood.

i’ll go first.

ahem.

[cursestothemoon]

In Love With A Downright Git

Requested: yes

Fred Weasley x Fem!Slytherin!Reader

Warnings: sexual themes, crude language, chafing, mentions of being unclothed, George Weasley in burgundy boxers with beater’s bats and snitches on them

Word Count: 7456

i got a tad carried away with this one but i loVE IT SO MUCH

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Fred watched as Y/n L/n gave a perfect demonstration in front of the class, Professor Snape clearly proud of the representation of his house. The potion, a bubbling sage green that smelled faintly of mint and dirt, was not what Fred was paying attention to. No, he was watching the way Y/n’s hair, pulled back into a ponytail, seemed to showcase her face perfectly. Her just barely arrogant smirk that was drawn so delicately on her features, eyes looking at her partner who was shaking her head at her with an annoyed smile. Fred thinks her name is Lily but isn’t sure, she never tickled his fancy, not like Y/n did.

“Thank you Ms. L/n. You may have a seat now, though I may implore you to assist others who might not have such a natural gift.” Snape sneered, his eyes moving to an unsuspecting Ravenclaw.

Y/n was making her way back to her table when she decided to make the detour to her favorite set of twins to gloat.

“Keep staring, Weasley, maybe you’ll learn something.” She smirked and Fred, as usual, had to ignore the need he felt to pull her lips onto his.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you Y/n.”

She blushed, barely, but she did before rolling her eyes and making her way to her table.

The rest of the class went by rather quietly, Fred and George brewed a potion that smelled of roasted chicken and was an odd orange color. Y/n had been making rounds to tables that hadn’t quite understood the instructions but she was deliberately avoiding Fred and George.

“Freddie, bet you five sickles you won’t taste the potion.” George leaned over to whisper to Fred.

Fred scoffed as he looked at his twin, “You’re on.”

He dipped the end of his index finger into the potion and it came out covered in a thick goop that made Fred’s stomach turn a bit. However, he was never one to back down from a bet, especially if money was involved, and he stuck his finger in his mouth quickly before pulling it out with a pop. For further effect he gave George a stretched, close-lipped smile as he swallowed. There was a faint taste of tomatoes and something unnaturally salty, it wasn’t bad but he didn’t enjoy the experience.

“Wicked. How’d it taste?” George asked and the two broke into a conversation about the taste of the potion.

They hadn’t gotten far in their conversation when Snape called for a sample of the potions from each table. George was the one to pour their potion in a small tube before handing it to Fred to take to Snape.

“Oi, I can’t find the cap, make sure you snag one before you turn it in.” George called to Fred, who was already walking away.

Fred had turned to look at his brother as he talked, he gave an eye roll as he started to turn his body back to face ahead. Only he was too late and he ran right into something, or rather, someone spilling the contents of the potion.

“It’s in my mouth!” An unmistakable voice exclaimed.

Y/n L/n was standing in front of him, covered in an orange goop.

“Don’t worry, darling, I had some and nothing happened to me. You’ll be just fine.”

Lily had to grip onto one of the tables as she laughed at her best friend’s face of bewilderment.

“Why would you taste it?” Her eyes were wide with both worry and confusion.

Fred went to open his mouth to answer and realized how ridiculous it truly was but decided on telling her either way.

“George said I wouldn’t.” He shrugged.

She let out a groan before using her wand to clean herself up, also cleaning the splatter that had ended up on Fred’s robes while she was at. Y/n turned to leave the class before anything else could be spilled onto her, and Lily trailed after her, still unsteady with how much she was laughing at her grumpy face.

“Smooth, Fred.”

Fred turned to look at George who was also having trouble stifling his laugh, “Shut up.”

--

The pain at the top of his head was the first thing he felt, making him groan. He couldn’t tell if it was his head or his… hair that hurt. Fred reached a hand up to the top of his head where the pain was, but kept his eyes closed not yet wanting to fully wake up. His hand found his hair, rubbing at his scalp gently hoping to ease the pain but it seemed the more he moved his hair the more it hurt.

It was when he turned, his hair tickling his shoulder, that his eyes shot open. His hair couldn’t have grown that long within one night, could it? Most things in the room were still a bit out of focus from having woken up so abruptly, but it was the lack of blinding sunlight that usually flooded through the window in his dorm that made his mind race. Fred couldn’t remember going to someone else's dorm, instead all he could remember was falling asleep in his bed in his dorm. He remembers it clearly because he had chosen to wear socks to bed, much to George’s disagreement, because of how cold it had been in their dorm. He no longer had socks on.

His eyes seemed to focus better now, and he was facing a wall next to the bed. There were pictures hung up on it, frameless and unorganized. His face inched closer to the pictures and he noticed Y/n L/n was in most of them, the others had her friends. There was a picture of her on Draco’s lap, her hands holding his face to her chest as she squeezed his cheeks. Draco seemed to be annoyed with the girl but dealing with the harassment. There was another one, Lily and Y/n from the shoulders up in front of a lake. Fred realized they were most likely naked, seeing as their shoulders were bare and their smiles screamed of an adrenaline rush.

Fred realized he was probably in Y/n’s bed, seeing as now that he was paying attention it did smell like her. He closed his eyes and smushed his face into the pillow hoping to remember the night somehow, after all the years of pining and sexual tension he finally wound up in her bed and he can’t remember how. He rolled over and let his hands fall over his face, rubbing at his eyes, but something was off. His hands felt far too soft to be a beater’s, and they were smaller than he remembered.

Slowly, he opened his eyes as he held his hands up in front of his face. Fred let out a yelp as he saw, not his hands, no, he saw Y/n’s hands. Nails painted a dark green, and her usual bracelets adorned her wrists. He shot up, back rigidly straight as he sat in her bed, his head turning to see Lily starting to wake up.

“Quiet down would you?” Lily grumbled before moving to get up.

Fred watched as she moved to get out of bed, the blanket falling off of her giving Fred a view of her bra and underwear.

“No!” He yelped again before slapping his hand to cover his eyes.

“Are you on drugs? Genuinely, I’m asking because I’m worried.” Lily’s voice was annoyed, clearly not a morning person.

Fred didn’t know what to say. Not only did he have your hands, but he had your voice too and this was getting way too weird for him.

“Put some bloody clothes on, then we can start asking questions.”

Lily grumbled but it sounded like she was shuffling around before she gave him the ok. Fred slowly pulled his hand away from his eyes to see Lily in a sweater and shorts as she gave him a look of genuine worry.

“Where’s the mirror?”

“Over by the bathroom door, where it usually is.” She said slowly.

Fred stood up and nearly wobbled, he was a lot closer to the ground then he was used to. He rushed over to the mirror and gasped as he saw himself, or, Y/n staring back at him in a cropped grey shirt that she clearly fashioned herself, surely getting herself expelled if she were to wear it out of this room, and royal blue underwear.

It didn’t feel right to be looking at her body like this, and he turned abruptly before walking back towards her bed.

If he was here, in her body, did that mean she would be waking up to George’s snoring in his body?

--

Y/n woke with a jolt, her feet were uncomfortably hot and constricted. She wrestled the sheets to pull her legs out and take off the socks, she never wears socks to bed. She furrowed her eyebrows as she noticed her unnaturally large feet and long legs that were extremely hairy. Then she saw her hand, a large, rough, man's hand let out a short shriek as she jumped to stand but her long limbs got stuck in the sheets, she fell to the floor with a thump.

“Shut, the fuck, up.”

She looked toward the sound of the voice and saw a heap of red hair poking out from under a knit blanket, much like the one that had strangled her. She was in the boys dorms, and it didn’t look like any boy’s dorm that she knew. The walls were bright, reds and golds were everywhere, along with a lovely window. She wasn’t in the dungeons anymore.

Y/n looked back toward the boy in the bed and suddenly felt her heart stop for a moment, that red hair seemed awfully familiar.

“Fred?”

The body turned allowing her to see the face of the person.

“George!”

He furrowed his eyebrows, “You’re not starting to confuse too, now are you?”

“What?”

George sat up in bed, the blanket falling off his legs to reveal his burgundy boxers that had snitches and beater’s bats on them.

“George! You don’t have clothes on!” Y/n scolded him as she moved to stand up, looking away from him.

“Fred, you alright mate?”

Y/n stopped. He called her Fred, why had he called her Fred.

George noticed the way his supposed twin froze at the name, his eyes going wide, and he subtly slid his wand behind his back from under his pillow.

“When we were five I fell off of a broom we stole from Charlie, which bone did I break?”

She was stumped, obviously, not knowing the answer.

“I don’t-”

“Which bone, Fred?” The name had a standoffish emphasis as it rolled off George’s tongue.

“Your arm.”

George was quick as he shot up from his bed and shoved his brother into a wall, holding him there with his wand pointed in his face.

“Trick question, Fred was the one to fall and he broke his right leg. You’re not Fred.”

Y/n panicked, “I’m not, I’m not. It’s me, Y/n.”

It was the cold wall against her bare back that made her realize she was, in fact shirtless, only with long pajama pants on.

“I don’t have a shirt on you perv!” She shouted shoving George off of her to cover her chest.

Underestimating her newfound strength, she had shoved George a bit too hard and nearly pushed him back onto his bed.

“Y/n?”

She looked at George, popping a hip out with an attitude, “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.”

George wanted to laugh, Fred or rather Fred’s body, was standing before him, hip jutted out and hands covering his pecks as he gave him a pointed look.

“So does that mean…” George started but decided not to finish the sentence at the look of horror that flashed over Fred’s face.

Y/n was horrified, if she remembers correctly she is not wearing any pants and now Fred was waking up in her body.

“Get dressed we need to go find me.”

--

“I know who you’re looking for.” Lily said matter of factly next to Fred.

He turned to her, his new long hair whipping around, “What?”

“Come on you do this everyday, you look for that Weasley boy and I tell you to get over yourself and just ask him out and you pretend like you have no idea what I’m talking about. Honestly, Y/n he looks at you just as much as you look at him, stop wasting time and hop on that.”

Fred nearly choked over what Lily insinuated and he was hoping the ‘Weasley boy’ in question was him.

“I don’t like Fred.” He answered, trying his luck.

Lily scoffed as she shoved a spoonful of cereal in her mouth, chewing and swallowing before answering him, “Yeah and I’m Dumbledore. Hop on that dick, Y/n, or someone else might beat you to it.”

“Hop on the- I-” Fred cut himself off as he saw George and...well himself, walk into the breakfast hall.

He got up and swung his leg over the bench, lifting his leg a bit too high not yet used to the shorter legs he was sporting, which caused Lily to pull his skirt down and cover his, or Y/n’s, underwear.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m gonna, I’m gonna go hop on that.”

“Atta girl!” Lily called, but he was already too far away to turn and respond.

He made his way to the Gryffindor table, and scanned the area for his brother and himself. It seemed as though they had disappeared into thin air as they were nowhere to be found.

“You!”

There she was.

Fred turned around coming face to… chest with himself. He angled his neck upwards to look into his own eyes and it was the most peculiar thing to see himself as someone else would.

“I’m hoping you are who I think you are.”

Y/n leaned down to reach Fred, who was in her body, “It’s me you bloody idiot, Y/n.”

“That’s what I was afraid of.” Fred grimaced.

Y/n scoffed before grabbing Fred’s wrist, well her wrist but considering the situation…, and pulled him out of the breakfast hall with George following.

“Fix this.” She said once reaching a vacant corridor.

“I don’t know how.” Fred answered honestly.

She threw her head back as she spun in place, a deep groan coming from her lips, “I am tall, and gangly, and- a ginger!”

Fred scoffed, “You think that’s bad? I’m about a foot tall, wearing a stupid bra. Why do you wear these anyway they are so uncomfortable, and don’t even get me started on how crude your friend Lily is. She told you to, and I quote, ‘hop on my dick’. What’s that about?”

“Bloody hell…” Y/n felt herself blush as she heard what Lily told him, but her attention was soon stolen by something else.

“Fred, why don’t you have stockings on?”

Fred looked down at his legs, now shorter and out in the open, “Why do I need stockings?”

Y/n gave a short chuckle, “You do have shorts on underneath, right?”

Fred shook his head.

“Well, you’re gonna start chafing. So thanks for that.”

Fred, not really caring at the moment, shook his head, “We’ve got bigger issues.”

“Like what? What could be a bigger issue than this?” Y/n said exasperated.

Fred scrunched his face, avoiding eye contact as he said, “I have to pee.”

“No you don’t.”

George let out a loud laugh at this, otherwise staying silent through the entire ordeal.

“Listen class is starting, Fred and I have all our classes together so you’ll have me to help you out, Y/n. And Fred… good luck mate.”

“What? No, I can’t go to class alone! She has runes first, I cant go to runes alone!”

“How do you know-”

George cut her off, “It’s one day, you’ll be fine. We meet here at lunch.”

Everyone agreed, a few grumbles sounded, then they were all on their way.

--

Y/n walked alongside George, her hips swaying awkwardly as she moved.

“Why are you walking like that?” George asked, noticing her odd gate.

She gave a distracted answer as they reached their first class, and took a seat uncomfortably.

“I usually don’t have anything between my legs when I walk, so this is all a bit new to me. Excuse the learning curve.” She was frustrated, and George couldn’t help but snort at her annoyed face.

Fred on the other hand was having a very rough beginning to his day, between the cat calls in the halls that truly got extremely annoying, he had now understood why Y/n was so worried about chafing.

He was walking back to the meeting spot with his legs as far apart as he could get them so the insides of his thighs wouldn’t touch, and his bra was itchy and poking at his back, and it was all a lot to handle at the moment.

The vacant corridor was still vacant, meaning he was the first to arrive. He sat down on the floor, knees bent and apart hoping to relieve the now red and bumpy skin that had chafed.

“Ms. L/n, close your knees and sit like a lady!”

Fred felt his blood boil, if he was told to do anything like a lady one more time he’d lose it. But for now he quietly grumbled as Professor Mcgonagall left him alone, closing his knees as he complained.

Just in time, he turned his head to see George and Y/n walking up to him, both of them laughing at something she had said. The sight further irritated Fred, and he got up quickly.

“Why are you walking like that, mate?” George asked as Fred hobbled over to them, laughing as he had asked the same question to Y/n.

He gave a sarcastic laugh, “I’ve started chafing.”

Y/n stifled her laugh as she saw the dangerous look Fred gave her, her own eyes narrowing at herself was quite the sight.

“We are going to our dorm, and fixing this I don’t care about what classes you have next. And I’m taking your bra off the second I get there.” Fred stated before walking away, Y/n and George following after him after sharing a look.

They were on their way to the Gryffindor towers when Cormac McLaggen caught sight of them.

“Oi, Y/n, why so angry, love? Need me to make it better?” The comment made Y/n cringe but it was Fred who was fuming.

The mix of jealousy, annoyance, frustration, and the stupid chafing was not a healthy concoction and Cormac felt its wrath.

“I’ll shove your broom so far up your ass, it’ll be coming out of your nose McLaggen. Don’t talk to me again, or I’ll make sure there’s room for two up there.”

Y/n rushed over to Fred’s side and wrapped a long arm around her own shoulders, pulling Fred away. George, at this point, was enjoying this far too much and thought it would be quite funny if they never changed back.

The rest of the way to their dorm went by as smoothly as it could, and soon they were alone in the dorm and the door was locked.

Fred wrestled with his shirt, untucking it aggressively before reaching under his shirt and trying to take the bra off. Never having to take a bra off himself before, he was unable to do and nearly shouted profanities before Y/n put a shoulder on his hand.

“Here, calm down, just don't get any ideas.” She muttered before reaching her hand inside his shirt and unclipping the bra.

He felt like he could breath as the bra loosened around him, and Y/n helped instruct him on how to slip off the loops through each arm hole.

“Thanks.” Fred muttered.

Y/n nodded, “Sorry I can’t help the chafing, any spell I could use wears off pretty quickly.”

Fred nodded and decided that not having an itchy bra on was enough, and sat down on the bed.

“As lovely as that was, we need to figure out how this happened and how to fix it.”

Both Y/n and Fred nodded.

“Also,” Y/n started, “I have to pee now too.”

George pointed towards a door, “Bathrooms there.”

“Alright let’s go.” Fred said walking to the bathroom.

Y/n gave a look of confusion, “Where are you going?”

“To help you.”

She laughed, “I think I can handle this, thanks.”

“I nearly fell in the toilet today trying to pee with my eyes closed, and you’re just going to go in there and ‘handle it’? Wanna see me naked that bad huh?” His tone was cocky as he smirked up at her.

She gave a sarcastic laugh, “You wish, and I have to pee, so if we could please speed up this argument.”

“Fine just don’t - be gentle I take pride in-”

“Yeah, alright I’m going.” Y/n said cutting Fred off.

He was slow to move from in front of the bathroom door, still trying to keep his thighs from touching, so Y/n took matters into her own hands… or well Fred’s hands. Fred let out a yelp as he was lifted off the ground and moved out of the way, George’s giggles sounding from the otherside of the room.

Fred gave him a look, “Shut up.”

--

The three of them brainstormed theories as to why Fred and Y/n had switched bodies, all of them coming up empty. It was the most peculiar thing, it wasn’t like polyjuice, they hadn't changed their own bodies to look like the other, they were the other.

Lee, their roommate, was also let in on the secret seeing as he had to sleep in this room tonight.  He wasn’t aware of it beforehand, having spent the night with his girlfriend the night before and didn’t have the luxury of waking up to George tackling Fred to the wall.

“You can’t think of anything, something you both ate or drank. Maybe someone who wanted some revenge?” Lee asked, looking between Fred and Y/n.

Fred looked at Y/n as he shook his head and she thought before answering, “No, not rea-”

“Oh we are all so dense.” George laughed as had a look of realization.

Everyone looked at him questioningly but Fred was the one to speak up, “What are you getting at?”

George shook his head in disbelief, “The potion, Fred you tasted it and then when you ran into Y/n and spilled it on her she said she had gotten some in her mouth. You both had the potion that we made.”

“Georgie, you’re a genius! Please tell me you wrote down what we put in there.” Fred asked.

George nodded smugly, “Always do, the paper is in my textbook.”

He reached over to the book on the floor and pulled out the piece of paper showing it to everyone.

“We need to make another one. But tomorrow's Saturday and we don’t have potions until Tuesday.” Fred answered as his tone deflated.

Y/n shrugged, “I’ve got the spare key to Snape’s personal supply closet.”

They all turned to look at her in disbelief.

“You...what?” Lee asked slowly.

“Yeah, Snape gave me the spare key. I go in there and take inventory every Monday for extra credit, he lets me use them sometimes too. Doesn’t ask questions.”

Lee gave a chuckle of relief, “I thought you were sleeping with him!”

“Excuse me?” Y/n asked, thoroughly disgusted.

Fred was the one to speak up, “Well, you always had the highest marks in his class, and we saw you going in the direction of his class on multiple occasions late on Mondays so…”

His voice trailed off realizing just how rude it sounded, and his gut turned when he saw the way Y/n slumped, her eyes turning glossy for a hair of a second. In that moment Fred wasn’t watching his own body slump, Y/n’s raw emotion had broken through his exterior and he could’ve sworn he just saw her.

“And it never occurred to you that maybe I get the highest marks because I’m just good at what I do. A natural talent, no of course not I had to be sleeping with the greasy professor because there is no way for me to be smart enough to actually earn the marks I get. Forget practice and dedication, I’m just some whore who opens her legs instead of doing honest work.”

She felt herself getting angrier as she continued, and Fred just felt worse along with George and Lee who had their heads lowered avoiding her gaze. But that didn’t matter because what they thought didn't matter, no, she was looking at Fred. She was speaking to Fred because she had feelings for him and put him on such a high pedestal in her mind and he just saw her as an easy girl, a body and nothing more.

Fred felt the heat of her stare and he wanted to the ground to swallow him whole.

“Y/n-”

She cut him off quickly, “No. We are going to make the potion, fix this, and after that don’t bother speaking to me.”

Y/n stood up and grabbed a sweater that was on Fred’s bed and threw it at him, “Put it on. Sorry to ruin your image of me but I’d rather not have everyone see me braless in a disheveled shirt.”

Fred nodded and didn’t say much else as he threw on his own sweater, the material baggier than usually making his hands disappear in the sleeves. George and Lee looked at him, asking what to do next and he just motioned for them to follow.

Awkward silence ate away at Fred, George, and Lee as they made their way to the dungeons. Y/n wasn’t feeling it, too busy trying to keep the tears at bay, she didn’t care about how awkward they felt.

They made it to the entrance of the common rooms and everyone looked at Fred expectantly.

“What?”

Y/n rolled her eyes, “You need to go in, I can’t just walk in as Fred Weasley and expect everyone to be ok with it.”

“Right, where are the keys?”

“Inside my dorm there is a trunk on the right side of the room, that’s my trunk, the keys should be in there in a small black drawstring pouch. Get them and leave, don’t talk to anyone.”

Fred nodded and walked to the three skulls on the entrance to the common room.

“Pureblood, that's the password. Say it to the skull that has the snake going through its eyes.”

He looked at each snake, the one in the middle having a snake going through each eye hole and out the mouth. He leaned forward slightly and said the password causing the door to swing open slowly. He walked through and the door closed behind him loudly.

Fred made his way through the common room, people were scattered around doing different things and there was a quiet buzz as everyone talked. He remembered the way to her dorm, seeing as he had to leave it this morning, and quickly found his way. It was empty now, and was significantly darker than before. His hand reached to the back of the skirt he was wearing, finding Y/n’s wand tucked into the waistband. He didn’t have anywhere else to put it earlier considering she didn’t have any pockets.

He cast a quick spell, making all the hanging lanterns in the room grow a bright flame illuminating the room pleasantly. Fred took a moment to look around as he dwelled on what had happened earlier. He had really mucked up his chances with Y/n, he was sure of it. He knew the rumor was stupid and quite literally created by Lee and himself after getting drunk one night. Fred was ranting about how he couldn’t get her to fall at his feet like everyone else and Lee mentioned something about Y/n having someone else. Fred was the one to jokingly say Snape and they just ran with it since then, it had made him feel better when she showed little to no interest in him. He thought everything fit, you were Snape’s favorite and the man never had favorites, obviously Fred had overlooked your actual skill in class to make himself feel better. Now he’s regretting ever saying it, a childish, mindless thing to do and he’s just glad he hadn’t blabbed about it to anyone else outside of Lee and George.

He brought himself back to the task at hand and got to his knees in front of the trunk and opened it. There weren't many things in it, a few folded clothes and a shoe box of pictures. He found the small black pouch in the middle of it all, lying on a stack of pictures and opened it making sure the keys were in it before setting it down next himself before looking back at the pictures. There were a plethora of different ones, some taken with a muggle camera and others taken with a magical camera and his curiosity got the best of him.

Fred thumbed through a few before finding one of just Y/n. She was looking at him, eyes sparkling with mischief, before she rushed forward puckering her lips and then leaning back laughing. He turned it around looking for writing but found none, it was clear someone else had taken the picture and he couldn’t help but feel envious of the person behind the camera who got to see her act so goofy and carefree.

Realizing people were waiting for him he closed the trunk quickly and stood up, tucking the wand into his waistband then folded the picture and tucked it on the other of his waistband before grabbing the pouch and leaving.

He had almost made it back to the door until he heard your name being called, he turned toward the voice and it was none other than Draco Malfoy.

“Could you help me with my potions essay?” His voice was lacking the usual mocking tone, it was earnest and quiet, he seemed embarrassed.

“Uhm…”

Draco got closer, lowering his voice, “It’s just, Professor said you’re really good and you know if I don’t get my marks up in potions my father will skin me.”

His frantic eyes made Fred panic, he was torn between laughing at him and feeling bad but he knew he couldn’t do anything of substance now.

“I need to go… take inventory of Snape’s supplies. Can I help you tomorrow?”

The blonde perked up before trying to calm himself, regaining his cool demeanor Draco nodded then left to join his friends again.

Fred let out a sigh of relief, rushing out of the common room hoping not to come across any more Slytherins.

--

“Alright, give me the list, you guys keep watch.” Y/n instructed the others as they stood outside the door to the supply closet.

Fred saw this as his chance to talk to her alone about the Draco incident, not feeling like he should mention it in front of George and Lee.

“I’ll help you.”

Y/n shook her head, “No, it’s fine.”

“If Snape shows up and sees me in there I think we are going to have a bigger problem. But if I’m with his favorite student Y/n L/n, the punishment will be a lot less severe.” Fred bargained.

“Fine. Let’s go.”

Y/n unlocked the door and walked through, Fred following her. She handed Fred a small sack she had gotten from somewhere and he held it open as she silently put in all the ingredients they needed, along with a cauldron.

“I ran into Malfoy. You’re helping him with his potions essay tomorrow.”

She froze before starting to look for another ingredient, “Alright, is that all he said?”

“More or less.” Fred mumbled watching as she went rigid.

The silence returned and Fred shuffled in his spot as she put in the last ingredient they needed. She walked out of the room making Fred follow her, bag of ingredients in hand.

--

Fred, George, and Lee watched as Y/n made the potion quickly, sitting on the floor of their dorm. It was mesmerizing the way she worked, her movements were confident and sure, hardly ever needing to look into the textbook to make sure everything was used correctly.

“You’re really good at that.” George complimented, his tone showing his amazement.

Y/n was monotone, “Thanks.”

Fred grimaced at the guilt settling uncomfortably in his gut, watching as she gave the potion a few more stirs then stopped. It was the same goopy orange color that had the smell of roast chicken.

“That’s it.” Fred confirmed looking at the cauldron.

Y/n nodded, “Alright, since most of the ingredients have a membrane that has touch sensitive properties, that means the potion will probably only work if we drink it the exact same way we did the first time. I could be wrong but better safe than sorry.”

Everyone agreed and soon Fred and Y/n were standing in front of each other with Y/n holding the cauldron. She made a face before dipping her finger into the orange goop then putting in her mouth, making a face.

“Alright now you have t-”

He was cut off by the goopy potion hitting his face and clothes.

“I remember.”

Fred nodded knowing he deserved that and licked his lips getting the potion in his mouth before using her wand to clean everything up.

“We have to fall asleep now.” Y/n concluded.

“Alright, you can take my bed. I'll sleep on the floor.”

Fred wasn’t open for debate as he moved his mum's knit blanket and a pillow onto the rug beside his bed, making himself a nice little spot there. Y/n didn’t want to talk any more, so she was fine with not arguing and grabbed his pajama pants she had woken up in and walked to the bathroom to put them on. When she was out of the room, Fred pulled the picture he had snatched from her dorm and slid it into his trunk while he pulled out clothes for himself to wear. Y/n walked out of the bathroom as Fred closed his trunk and walked silently to his bed, Fred went to change, coming out later in a pair of his clean boxer shorts and his green sweater with a letter F on it. Everything was far too big on him then he was used to, and it was odd wearing his boxers with underwear but he respected her far too much to just strip her naked when she had no say in it.

When he came out everyone was already in their beds, the air dense with awkwardness as he slid into his blankets on the floor. Y/n was already asleep, seeing as her breathing was even and shallow as she was curled on her side with her back facing Fred.

The next morning Fred woke up, his feet cold and back… not as sore as he’d expect from laying on the floor. Realizing he wasn’t on the floor anymore he shot up and looked at his hands, they were his hands, and his face was his, and he was back in his body. Then looked onto the floor hoping to see Y/n’s body, but instead being met by his folded sweater and boxers and her own clothes missing. She had left earlier, and Fred should have expected it. She made it clear that she wanted nothing to do with him but the empty spot still stung. Quietly, as to not wake George and Lee, he walked over to his trunk and got out the picture he had stolen from her dorm. He crawled back into bed and watched her laugh and smile and pucker up at him as his thumb came up to trace the edge of her cheek on the paper, slowly falling asleep with the picture clutched in his hand.

George pretended not to notice the picture when he woke up later.

--

The next few weeks for Y/n were miserable. She had to first deal with Lily’s rapid fire questions about where she was and why she was showing up to their dorm after missing an entire night, but she assuaged her questions with a look of sadness and defeat. Lily asked no more questions, instead holding her friend as she cried, making Lily assume it was Fred Weasley who had something to do with this.

Y/n ignored both Fred and George in the classes she had with them, and was uncomfortable each time she had to ask Professor Snape a question or if she was called on to help him do something. The admittance of them thinking she was sleeping with the teacher made her self conscious everytime she interacted with him. Fred noticed the change, Snape was always quick to ask Y/n to demonstrate something or help others but after she rejected his offers a few times he stopped doing so.

Fred also missed the witty banter he and Y/n would have, the way she was so smug and confident in her teasing comments to him. Now she avoided him, hardly able to make eye contact as they passed in the halls or in class and George noticed the toll it took on his brother. He had become fully absorbed in watching Y/n from afar, making sure she was alright and no one was bothering her, and the picture of her hardly ever left his grasp. George also noticed Fred sneaking away ingredients from potions class, but deciding against asking Fred about it preferring to have him tell him when he was ready.

It was two months now since the incident when Fred ran around the castle trying to find Y/n. He was out of breath, the container he had neatly put a twine bow around accompanied with a square tag was getting slippery in his hand, and he was about to give up and try again tomorrow when he caught a glimpse of her leg hanging out of a tree that was by the shores of the Black Lake. He caught his breath before making his way to Y/n.

“What is it with you Slytherins and sitting in trees?” He called, tone cautious yet playful.

Y/n didn’t flinch and Fred realized she had probably seen him coming and was hoping he wouldn’t be able to find her, and his smile faltered as she refused to look at him.

“I made you something.” He said, getting her to turn to look at the container as he set it down at the base of the tree.

She stayed silent, looking at the lake once again as Fred shoved his hands into his pockets.

He took his opportunity and slowly rocked back and forth before starting, “I’m sorry about everything. I never really thought you were, it made me feel better to think so lowly of you when you didn’t swoon at my every word. It was stupid and ridiculous and I’m sorry, Y/n. I like you, a lot, and I didn’t know how to handle you not sharing my feelings. Being you, having to deal with the calls and names in the halls, I would get angry and jealous. I thought they were disgusting and I never realized I was just the same as them.”

Fred paused, watching as a slow tear rolled down her face before she quickly wiped it away.

“I’m sorry.” He said quietly and went to walk away before he heard her voice.

“You were wrong.” She stated quietly, Fred staying silent hoping she would continue.

“I always liked you, I thought you were funny and charming. I always thought so highly of you, Fred, and you thought I was shagging a teacher for better marks.” Y/n kept her eyes ahead, still refusing to look at him and her words were painful as they hit him.

Fred took in a breath, feeling incredibly stupid, “I’m downright git, aren’t I?”

Y/n didn’t answer and Fred turned around, knowing when he wasn’t wanted anymore, and made his way back to the castle. Y/n turned to see he was already out of earshot and she got down from the tree carefully before grabbing the container on the floor. The tag read:

‘Chafing balm, made it myself. Should work, I tested it on myself and there were no negative effects though I understand if you don't trust it. It’ll work for twenty four hours, I remember you saying nothing lasted long enough. Also it smells like vanilla, I didn’t know what you preferred so I went with my favorite. I hope this works. I remember how incredibly aggravating this was back when I was you.

All my love,

Fred Weasley.’

Y/n laughed as she opened the container and smelled it, only Fred Weasley would make something like this. She giggled remembering the way he was walking around as her with his legs apart and an angry face.

She then looked back to his retreating form, and he was just barely visible when she decided to go after him. Y/n sprinted in his direction as she called after him, but he was still too far to hear her. With a huff she sped up as much as she could and continued to shout his name, after the third shout he turned around and stopped.

Y/n caught up to him and took a few deep breaths as she took a moment to regain her composure.

“You are a pompous ass, Fred Weasley.” She stated, pointing at him. “Thinking you could win me over with some stupid chafing balm that you made, because if thats what you were thinking... it worked.”

It was a few seconds before Fred realized what she had said, “Come again?”

“It worked. I have been won over with a sickeningly sweet gift and I hate myself for it but there’s no use in fighting that I am head over heels in love with a downright git.”

Y/n gave a smug smile as Fred had the mischievous glint return to his eyes. He moved toward her quickly, arms going around her waist, pulling her into himself and crashing his lips onto hers. She returned the kiss making him let out a low groan, almost growl like, into her mouth making her give a short whimper.

The kiss was passionate and angry, all of their feelings flooding into the kiss making it was almost too intense to handle. Fred could remember all the times he wished he could do this, the times where all he wanted to do was grab her and hold her as his own. His hands came up to hold her face, in place as their teeth clashed. Fred grew fed up with the dull ache in his neck as he leaned down to kiss her. So he was quick to swoop down and slide his arm under the curve of her butt, making her jump and wrap her legs around his hips.

She broke away and her chest heaved as she looked into Fred’s eyes. They were brown, with different shades of caramel layered in his irises. Fred now had both hands holding her up as he took in the sight of her swollen lips, and heavy breathes, feeling incredibly proud of himself. Y/n reached a hand up to let her thumb run across his chin and jaw before slowly lowering herself to kiss him again.

Fred met her lips, and this kiss was far more reserved than the first. Both of them were careful with the other as their movements were slow and curious. He was the one to pull away this time making her give a quiet whine in protest before regaining composure and moving to stand on her own two feet.

“I think we have a date tonight, I’ll pick you up in front of your common room at 7:00?” Fred asked, a smirk coming to grace his lips.

Y/n nodded, suddenly shy under his gaze, “Yeah, 7:00.”

[theoreticslut]

George x short fem reader

Requested by @pastanest 

warnings: fluff

A/N: this request is so freaking cute! It made me so happy to read and then try to figure out how to write. I, myself, am a pretty short person at around 5′4 so george would still tower over me which i would honestly love to experience but we don’t need to get into that right now. anyways, this is just fluffy with a bit of a protective reader and its cute. I hope you like it!! also, pls don’t judge some of my curses; I’m well aware some of them are questionable...

Dating a giant is fun; you always have someone to completely smother you when cuddling, when you steal their shirts you know they’ll always be long enough, and you’re favourite part of it - you always feel safe because you have a bloody giant as a boyfriend to protect you.

The only downfall you’ve come to find is how many people like to criticize your relationship solely due to the height difference.

You and George have been dating for nearly a year and you’ve lost count of how many comments have been made that you’re too short to be with him. At first it was fine, people just pointing out the obvious, right? After a year of it though, you’re tired of hearing it. You and George love each other and you’ve never given anyone a reason to think you weren’t good together, yet people continue to joke about how you won’t work out due to just how short you are compared to him.

You were honestly starting to wonder if maybe everyone else was right. Maybe you and George really weren’t going to work out.

“Princess, what are you thinking about?” George asks, noticing how distant you’ve become over the last half hour or so while hanging out.

“Hmm? Oh, nothing important.” You give him a small smile, your cheeks tinting a light pink.

“So I’m nothing important?” He playfully pouts, giving you those puppy dog eyes you can’t ever refuse or ignore.

You chuckle and smack his bicep causing him to laugh and pull you closer.

“You know I’m only joking, sweetie. But in all seriousness, what’s got you so down?”

“It’s dumb.” You chuckle, blushing and looking away.

“I love dumb.” George smiles, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“It’s just, I don’t know, does it ever drive you crazy how many people say we won’t work out?” You ask, frowning and not wanting to meet his gaze.

It’s a dumb question; you knew it didn’t bother him. Hell you’d be surprised if he even paid any attention to it. You were just feeling insecure.

“What are you talking about, love? Who’s been saying we won’t work out?” George asks, frowning at how obviously upset you are over this.

“Well, no one in particular really...” you trail off, glancing up at him frowning as you fidget with your hands.

“It’s just, well, ever since we’ve been together people keep saying I’m just too short for you, and because of that we won’t last.”

George watches as you explain all of this, watching as you fidget with your hands and how you will barely look at him. He notices how flushed you’ve become just by bringing this up. He smiles, loving how adorable you are. He couldn’t care less how short you are compared to him because there’s so much more to you than your mere 5’ height. True he was over a foot taller than you, but it came with so many benefits that he couldn’t understand how anyone would talk down on the height difference.

“Princess, will you please look at me?” He urges, gently trying to lift your chin with his finger.

You sigh, feeling shaky as you do, immediately finding yourself lost in his eyes as he smiles at you.

“Princess, I don’t care how many people tell us we won’t work out. You know why?” He asks, looking into your eyes, trying to read the emotions that swirl within them.

“Why?” You mumble, not sure if he could even hear you.

“Because what they say doesn’t matter. Not one bit. They say we won’t work out because of our heights? That’s pure hippogriff shit.” He says, causing you to chuckle at his wording. If there’s one thing George weasley is good at, it’s making you laugh.

“They’re jealous, princess. That or they don’t know the joy of dating such a short person. Do you know what I love most about you?”

“What do you love the most?” You ask, trying to hold back a smile as your boyfriend keeps his gaze locked on you.

“I love how small you are. I love that when we cuddle I can literally wrap my body around the entirety of yours. I love having to crouch down to be eye level with you. It’s so much fun! Why else do you think I do so all the time?”

You let out a small chuckle as he pulls you up into his lap, making you straddle him so you can look at him.

“I love how when I pick you up you wrap your legs around me so you know you’re at least holding onto something because you can’t reach anything else. I love when I give you piggyback rides and you’re so amazed at how different everything looks from my height. It’s the cutest thing to watch how excited you get.”

“But I think my absolute favourite thing is when you wear one of my shirts and it looks like a dress on you. Or when you steal one of my jumpers and it looks like it’s swallowing you whole. I love that.” He chuckles, remember the first time he saw you in one of his jumpers.

He was honestly worried how you’d be able to handle anything because not only was the top itself long on you, but the arms were so much longer that’s yours and you refused to roll it up. You barely had any functionality to your hands because every time you went to reach for something, it was just sleeves.

“And even though you are shorter than me, there’s so much more to who you are and why I love you that being short becomes so insignificant in the big picture I’m not sure why anyone would judge this on the mere height difference.” George states, smiling at you and admiring how happy you look now compared to a few minutes ago.

“I love you so much, George.” You smile, kissing him as he wraps his arms around your waist.

~.~

Since your talk with George about the whole height difference between the two of you, you’ve been more than happy and it’s been easier than ever to brush aside the comments.

However, you’ve been having a bit of a rough week. You haven’t gotten much sleep since you’d been studying for a few different tests your professors decided to give at the same time.

You haven’t been able to spend much time with George lately as he’s had quidditch practice nearly every night to prep for the big game between gryffindor and slytherin.

Then on top of it, this ravenclaw boy, Alec Newton, has been trying to get under your skin for the last few weeks by either taunting you or criticizing your work or even trying to make fun of your appearance.

“Hey y/l/n! Wait up.” You hear him call.

“What do you want Alec?” You sigh.

“How is everything going with weasley? I haven’t seen you two together a lot lately. Has he finally realized you’re too good for him?”

“What’s it matter to you?” You ask, not having the energy to care about this conversation.

From down the hall, George is watching this play out, annoyed himself at how much it seems this Alec guy is annoying you.

“Well, if you’re single I’d like to take you out? I mean, don’t you think you deserve someone you don’t have to look up to. Someone who you can meet eye to eye with.” He asks a bit too smugly for your liking.

George gawks at this dudes bravery. Just because you and him haven’t been seen together much this week he suddenly thinks he can make a move on you? He’s nearly ready to storm over and save you from this asshole when he notices you start to get angry.

He stops solely to see how this will continue to play out. George has rarely seen you get angry and he’s curious to see what you’re like.

“Excuse me? Are you saying that George doesn’t deserve me? And because of my height?” He can hear you ask, clearly disgusted with how this dude could possibly think that was an acceptable conclusion. He notices how you start to position yourself in a fighting stance, your hand tightening around your wand handle.

“Well, yeah. Wouldn’t you like someone you could-“

“What I would like, Newton,” you say, pointing your wand at him to emphasize your point, “is for people to stop pointing out the height difference between George and I.”

You buzz with the rush of adrenaline fighting gives you, not caring that you cut him off nor realizing who you have as an audience. All you care about in the moment is how annoyed you are at Alec and everyone else who has ever said you and George aren’t going to work out because of the height difference.

“There is more to our relationship than just our heights. In fact there’s more to us as people than just our heights. If you can’t see past that then I feel really sorry for how much of a ignorant worm you truly are.”

“But-“

“And truthfully, our relationship is of no bloody concern to you now is it? We’re not dating you, you mangy dragon, we’re dating each other.” You point out, waving your wand around animatedly to make your point.

“And furthermore, what makes you think I would go out with you of all people?” You hiss, pointing your wand directly at his throat as if threatening to cut off his head.

“You’re annoying and rude. You go around telling people that their boyfriend doesn’t deserve them when you know absolutely nothing about the relationship to begin with.”

“You pretend you’re some big hotshot that all the girls want, but in all reality you’re a sorry excuse of a wizard. You barely pay attention to classes, you can’t tell the difference between dittany and gillyweed, and your spell casting is so weak I’m surprised you can even cast lumos.” You continue, not giving him a chance to speak as you continue waving your wand around as you talk.

“I-I’m sorry.” He states, a bit scared at how harsh you’ve become as well as how you’re carelessly waving your wand around. He’s well aware of how intelligent you are and knows that you could jinx him without really thinking about it.

“Oh you’re sorry? Well that’s just great for you, isn’t it? You wouldn’t have to be if you hadn’t opened your bloody mouth to begin with now would you?”

“You’re lucky I don’t hex you right here on the spot for being such an annoying rotten mandrake. If I ever hear you saying George doesn’t deserve me again, I will not hesitate to vanish you from existence. You understand me, Newton?” You threaten, your wand at his throat.

“Understood, y/l/n. Again, I’m really sorry.” He says, visibly shaking at the threat of being hexed.

“Now get out of my sight before I change my mind and hex you anyway. I don’t want to hear from you again, and I better not hear anything about George from you either or I will personally hunt you down and kill you myself.”

“Y-yes. You won’t hear anything, I promise.” He stutters, hurrying away the second you lift your wand from his throat.

Once he’s run off you sigh, trying to calm yourself down. You relax your shoulders and run your hand through your hair.

“You’d really hex that ‘ignorant worm’ for me?” You hear George chuckle from beside you, jumping as you didn’t realize he had been there.

“Y-you heard all of that?” You ask, blushing as you’ve never let George see you get angry. You didn’t like when you did. You’d much rather try to keep the peace and fight only when absolutely necessary.

“Heard and watched it, princess.” He smiled, pulling you into his side, ruffling your hair a bit.

“Oh Merlin. I’m sorry, George. He just- he was being so annoying. Has been for weeks.” You sigh, trying to justify you threatening him.

“No need to apologize, princess. I thought it was pretty hot myself.” He smiles, watching as you look up and blush at his words, your eyes wide at the statement.

“I never realized just how feisty my girlfriend is, and I have to admit I quite like it.” 

“Seriously George?” You groan, feeling like he was just teasing you now. You start to pull away from him to walk back towards the common room.

“Seriously!” He chuckles, grabbing a hold of your hand and pulling you back to face him.

“I’m glad you think I deserve you, if you didn’t I’d start questing how good of a boyfriend I really am.” He jokes, causing you to roll your eyes at him.

“But in all seriousness, princess, that was really hot and I’m glad your mine. It’s nice to know someone loves me enough to threaten to hunt a fellow classmate to his death for me. I love you.” He smiles, pulling you in for a kiss.

“I love you too, George. More than you know,” you smile letting him kiss you again.

[gaykpop]

Coups: I agree that purely going off vibes he's pretty hard to read + I don't think I've actually seen him show attraction to a man - still, at the moment I believe he's bi due to various receipts (wearing that rainbow flag jacket multiple times accompanied with a Balenciaga Pride shirt, GOSE TTT 2019 where he changed his own lyrics from "my baby girl" to "my baby boy", saying he wants to be in Slytherin because Draco Malfoy is cute). At the very least, he's definitely an ally.

Jeonghan: I never thought he was gay - he's clearly attracted to women and most likely dated Sowon from Gfriend for a while (cue infamous moment where Minghao and Joshua turned to smirk at him at an awards show when Gfriend won an award). I also don't believe he's bi as I've never seen him show attraction to a man but unlike Coups, there's nothing else to back any alleged bisexuality up. I think that a lot of the "Jeonghan is gay" discussion stems from him having long hair and being seen as the "mother" of the group at their debut. I believe he's aware of the effect he can have on men but doesn't reciprocate any attraction.

Joshua: Honestly one of the more confusing male idols I've stanned when it comes to this kind of discussion. I lean towards straight - I know people cite his English voice a lot but I think it could just be a typical LA accent or maybe he picked some mannerisms up from some gay friends lol. I definitely think he's probably the most private SVT member so I wouldn't at all be surprised if he had some secret boyfriend somewhere, but at the moment I think he's straight.

Jun: Where do I start...I honestly think Jun is one of the gayest idols currently active right now. Something which I find really interesting is how Vernon is widely known by Carats to be a LGBT ally but I don't see the same kind of discussion around Jun, despite Jun's instances of allyship arguably being in a more "dangerous" context than Vernon's (in Chinese/through Weibo rather than in English). I'm just gonna assume that because most of his allyship is done when he's in China, Carats are less likely to see it unless they actively follow Jun stans. But anyway, for allyship there's:

Going to see Taiwanese actor Aaron Yan a couple of days after he was outed as gay, with Aaron Yan signing an album for him with the message of "Dear Wen Junhui, dear monster: shine your own light bravely, love your uniqueness. LOVE WINS". Jun would then post this message on Weibo along with a picture of him and Aaron

Said he was a fan of + wants to collab with openly gay Taiwanese singer Hush in 2018 - in 2020, Jun shared his Spotify playlist and there was a Hush song on there so he's still a fan

Was given a few songs to choose from for his official Chinese solo debut and he chose Crow, a song written and produced by a Malaysian-Chinese gay couple. The song itself is about people being shunned and isolated due to society's prejudices, and it asks people to not judge based on appearances or preconceived notions. Jun would post a link to the song on Weibo, along with "I hope everyone can be brave and break through the shackles of preconceptions". In an interview, he would say "As long as you take off your tinted lenses, to properly understand somebody no matter what type of person they are, they will all have a unique beauty inside of them. Don't mind what people around you think. You are the most special, irreplaceable existence in the world so accept your own type of uniqueness"

For other general receipts I can think of:

When he was filming that vampire drama + said "I don't love you, I only love [male actor]" to the female lead and he feels up the chest of said male actor

When someone at a fansign asked him something like what's his ideal girlfriend and he said "what's a girlfriend? A type of food?"

That time he went on a spiel about what an amazing boyfriend Wonho would be

General flirting he does with men/testing out pick-up lines on Minghao/whatever was going on with Mingming

Perhaps what people find the most important was his relationship with Pentagon's Yanan on CYZJ - sooo many moments which I think added up to something: the flirting when they first became partners (Yanan: Are you confessing to me? / Jun: Yes, confessing to you right now [...] Jun: Didn't I tell you I've always wanted to see what you'll look like when you become a wild boy? / Yanan: How wild do you want?), the joke about Yanan cheating on Jiacheng with Jun, how much they clearly cared for each other, the other contestants making jokes about it (Jun to Zhennan: I have you in my heart / Zhennan: What about Yanan? / Jun: *looks flustered and hits him* + Minghao's "did you guys come here thinking this was a dating show? The both of you are so cringey") - I don't think their relationship ever progressed past friendship but I do think about what might have happened in another life lol

(If we're gonna be really delusional, we can say the sweet potato jokes the other members make around Jun are alluding to his sexuality)

Didn't mean to write so much but yeah, Jun is firmly in the gay column for me (although bisexuality is also an option, even though I can't recall much of how he acts around women (except in CYZJ but I'm not sure how much that can be chalked down to general social anxiety/being unfamiliar with women)).

Hoshi: I used to think he was straight but I think so many things add up to him being bi. Apart from just general vibes, I think there's a lot of stuff to talk about when you start looking into him but he just doesn't have that One Big Receipt TM which might be why some people overlook him. I feel like we can confidently say he's an ally (the infamous gay chicken rights video, preordering multiple Pride jackets/hoodies which he made sure he was first photographed wearing during Pride month), performances influenced by gay culture and just general gay shenanigans (contacting a vogueing expert to help with the Touch choreo, the choreo with the male backup dancers in Spider), and there are instances of him being attracted to men (checking out Jun in that SVT School series, saying he wanted to run a bakery because the owner was really handsome + mentioning him again in an interview months later, got really flustered when Jeonghan flirted with him). Some K-carats also make jokes about him "liking it up the ass" lol so...do with that what you will. In general, I just get the feeling he'd be down to be with either men or women. Wonwoo: Don't even know what to say about him because to me he's just so overwhelmingly straight I don't consider anything else? Pretty sure he's an ally at least (read Call Me By Your Name and even bought a peach-themed phonecase afterwards...) but I've never once seen him do anything remotely gay. I remember there was that rumour about him having the same girlfriend since he was 14 which is a very Wonwoo thing to do, so I choose to believe it. But I did appreciate how he (and Mingyu) refused to say what the Bittersweet MV actually was about + just kept reiterating that it's up to the viewer's interpretation.

Woozi: Former ignorant homophobe but I like to think he's come around to the idea (or I would hope so, seeing as the majority of SVT seem to be at least allies). I still think he's obviously straight.

DK: Apart from that time he said he couldn't look at Jaehyun without his heart pounding because he was too handsome, I haven't seen anything else from him that made me raise an eyebrow. I think he plays up his idol persona a bit - and part of that is acting very flamboyantly - which might give people pause. He seems like a sweet guy but I'm pretty sure he's straight.

Mingyu: Another enigma...I learn towards him being straight but bisexuality is also an option (really don't think he's gay). What's interesting about Mingyu is I remember that he, Jun, and Seungkwan used to be touted as the "gay trio" on this thread but over the years people have grown less sure of him. He was the one who came up with the idea of Bongbong being genderless and saying it can be loved by both men and women, but I'm not sure how much that indicates. What I do find interesting is how he's very artsy along with Vernon and Minghao, and the three of them are obviously very close and go out together a lot, but of course straight guys can be artsy too.

Minghao: He's my bias so I admit I could be, well, biased but I just can't fully write him off as straight yet. Although he hasn't actually said anything outright, I do believe he's an ally (that Weverse art of all the people kissing which he captioned with a bunch of gay couple + family emojis with one heterosexual family emoji at the end, seeing Hedwig and the Angry Inch with Vernon, the Burberry Pride shirt, his smile during Vernon's answer about supporting LGBT Carats). I know people bring up the "girl or boy?" ideal type thing a lot, but I'm kinda inclined to believe that as a 19-year-old Chinese guy living in Korea he didn't mean it as some kind of grand bisexual coming out and his Korean wasn't just good enough then to explain what he meant...but maybe that's what he was hoping people would think so who knows! Apart from that, I've noticed he never uses gendered language in Chinese interviews when talking about his future partner (harder to do in Chinese than Korean, I think) aaand maybe this is just me being delulu but I've also noticed that he loves kids but never brings up wanting them? He always just says "oh I want to live on the beach with my partner and our dog"...but maybe that's a reach. When it comes to being attracted to men, I'm also gonna reach here and say that when he was a mentor on QCYN there was a weird moment where he asked one of the trainees to repeat his part because he looked so cool/handsome, and Minghao looked kinda embarrassed saying it. And then Minghao went into the performance himself and that trainee smiled at him and it looked like Minghao's ears went red. Plus there's that whole thing about him hating Y/N fanservice...so I think I'm leaning towards bi but I'm not really sure.

Seungkwan: Used to think he was gay, then I had a very brief period of being like "well maybe it's just all stereotypes and he's actually straight", then I did some digging and was like "never mind he's gay". Apart from all the stereotypical mannerisms and being a fan of gay icons such as Beyonce and Uhm Junghwa (who he called "queen" in English), he has shown attraction to men (not being able to look Kai in the face when handing him a water bottle on Amazing Saturday + covering his face on a different show when Kai started doing a sexy dance, arguably Vernon - don't want to go too much into shipping territory but honestly there used to be a loooot of weird moments between them which other members even picked up on). There is also a video where the members are asked which member they would introduce their younger sisters to, and Wonwoo says "Seungkwan!", Seungkwan says "Don't you have a younger brother?", and then a few of the other members get weird looks on their faces. Another thing I find important is his ease around women - I mentioned this before but he reminds me of Key in this regard, even female idols are so comfortable around Seungkwan because they know they don't have to worry about any dating rumours.

Vernon: Clearly an ally and makes sure people are aware of it - a lot of the music he listens to, as well as movies and TV shows (Sense8, Moonlight, Cloud Atlas), are linked to LGBT culture. I think bringing up the "RIP SOPHIE" tweet here is important as I honestly found that out-of-character for Vernon - he doesn't use their group Twitter much and it's unusual for idols to make "RIP [celebrity]" statements anyway, so I think him doing that means he wanted to send a message. He also owns clothes from multiple Pride collections, and of course the famous equal rights moment. The lyrics to Rocket (and the lyrics to the English version being even gayer) are also pretty important, especially paired with when that fan noticed there were no female pronouns in the lyrics and Vernon said "thank you for realising it" (implying he did it on purpose). My personal opinion is that Vernon is bi but it's very believable that he's also just a straight ally.

Dino: Love him but he is possibly the straightest male idol ever...I have not seen a single thing which indicates any possible attraction to men.

[jadedxrealityw]

-The Sun And The Moon- Luna Lovegood x Female Reader

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    Kody: My favorite girl, i’m also using the headcanon where Draco and Luna are cousins because i can.

    Movie/Show: Harry Potter, ignoring the storyline, and the fact the weasley twins would have graduated already. 

    House/Year: Ravenclaw / 7th year

    Summary: You and Luna had been together since you were both 14, with you being the more aggressive one in the relationship while Luna let things go rather quick. Luna always calmed you down enough to not blow up on people when they messed with her, but one comment pushes you over. 

    Possible Triggers/Warnings: if you think girls being with other girls is gross, get the hell off my page, slight Hermione slander, cursing, the fluff, Draco being a cool cousin, 

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    “I know your awake” Luna spoke, continuing to poke your face with her finger. “No i’m not” you respond, turning on your side, so you weren’t facing her anymore, hearing her disappointed whine as you did so. After a couple seconds of silence, you feel Luna poke your back.

    “It’s pudding day. I know you're tired, but can you come with me to get some?” she says. Sometimes you wished you could say no to the girl, but it was impossible, it’s Luna were talking about here. Opening your eyes, you lay back on your back, looking up at Luna who was sitting up on the bed.

    “Fine, but i’m not changing” you say, her lips turning upwards into her sweet smile. Cute. “That’s fine, i’ll grab our shoes” she says, pushing out the bed and going over to where you kept your shoes. It was a saturday so you did not feel like changing out of your comfortable pajamas. 

    getting up as well, you walk over to the long mirror that hung by your desk. Yeah, you looked like you gave zero fucks today, wearing a plain black graphic t-shirt and black sweats. While combing through your hair with your fingers, Luna stands behind you, her dirty blond hair all messed up. 

    “Hi” you say casually, like she had just walked in. Luna smiles and stands beside you, shaking her head a bit as she quite enjoyed the messy hair look. After that she wipes off her blue t-shirt and light grey sweats “Ready” Luna spoke and you nod, turning away from the mirror.

    you both grab your shoes and slip them on. Luna puts on her red plaid converse and you just put on a plain black pair. After your laces were tied, you grabbed her hand and left the comfort of your dorm room for the glorious pudding that your more glorious girlfriend required. 

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    the great hall, seven minutes later

    some students were sitting at tables, most likely not in their perspective house, because it was seven in the morning and no one wanted to be alive at the moment. Luna on the other hand looked like a first year who had just walked into honeydukes. 

    “Let’s sit next to Fred” Luna says, not giving you a second to answer as she pulls you, by your hand to the Gryffindor table. Luna plops down into the seat, next to Fred, while you took a seat beside her. Fred looked over at the both of you and smiled “Morning you two, didn’t think you get up”

    “It’ pudding day” you say and with those few words Fred understood right away “Ah yes, pudding day. A lovely tradition” George cuts in, laughing along with his twin. Luna chuckles before scooping the chocolate desert into a bowl, a happy smile upon her face. 

    maybe getting out of bed wasn’t so bad afterall

    you watch as Luna stuffed her face with pudding, which mde your heart warm a bit “You’ll surely get sick if you eat all of that” and the cuteness was over. You turn your head slightly, facing the Gryffindor girl, Hermione Granger “Good thing it isn’t your call then, huh?” you say back, giving her a dead stare.

    continuing your unblinking gaze for a few seconds, it weirds Hermione out enough until she scoffs and turns back to her previous conversation. You had nothing against Hermione Granger, she was a sweet girl with smarts beyond you, but she had a little habit.

    that habit being sticking her nose into other peoples business

    on any other day you two would get along like any other good friends, but she always had to let you know her opinion even if you didn’t want to hear it or if you were doing something she deemed unhealthy, dangerous, stupid, she would tell you every possible outcome and how your future children would be cursed. 

    something like that

    anyway, Hermione just pissed you off sometimes, end of story- well not really. You assumed Luna had not heard what Hermione said as she continued to munch on her food, which meant you went back to oddling her all while George and Fred made fun of you for doing so. 

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    courtyard, three hours later

    “What about that one?” you say, pointing to the blue butterfly illustrated on the page. Luna smiles, running her thumb over the picture. “That’s the blue morpho butterfly, there so beautiful, but there only found in Latin America like Mexico or Colombia”

    nodding long, you listened as she ranted on about the particular butterfly “Sounds like i have to take you to Mexico one day” you say, reaching your arm around her shoulder. Luna looks at you, her bright greyish blue eyes twinkingly “Really?” she had one of the brightest smiles you had ever seen. 

    you couldn’t help but grin back at her, leaning forward to kiss the side of her hair, catching the calming lavender scent she wore. “Of course, just need to graduate of course” you remind her. Luna nods before looking back at her book, flipping to another page. 

    “Hello”

    looking up, your met with the platinum blond ‘Slytherin prince’, Draco Malfoy. He was by myself, which was usual and he took a seat in the grass, in front of you both “Malfoy” you greeted him and he nodded in your direction “L/n” he replied in the same formal tone.

    then he looked at Luna and they both smiled at each other. Should probably mention that the both of them were distant cousins. Draco found out while digging through old family records a couple years ago and was surprisingly happy to have someone who wasn’t stuck up be blood related to him.

    ever since then Draco would hang out with both of you when his friends weren’t available. You had always known Draco as a rude and crude boy, but after watching him and Luna interact just showed you he was alone and needed family, one that didn’t judge him. 

    you and Malfoy naturally became close as well, considering you and Luna were together long before he figured out they were related. He jokingly called you his future sister in law, which didn’t make much sense if you thought about it long enough, but whatever. 

    Luna liked him, but then again Luna saw the good in everyone and everything. You were afraid her optimism would get her hurt, you even voiced those concerns at one point, multiple times actually, but Luna would say the same thing each time. 

    ‘your always there, so what do i have to worry about?’

    “What are you reading?” Draco asked, leaning in to look at the cover of the book. Luna lifts it up from her lap so the title is visible “Butterfly encyclopedia?” he read aloud, his eyebrows furrowing at the words while Luna’s face lit up “Yes! i put a bookmark for one i think you might like”

    Luna leant forward, pushing away from you so she could lay the book onto the grass, the place on your arm where she laid her head turned cold instantly as well. Luna flipped through the pages vigorously until she stopped on a page that had a pressed flower between the folds. 

    “What’re you all doing out here?”

    and there she was. You look up at Hermione, giving her a two finger salute “Relaxing” you reply “and reading about butterflies, would you like to know the one i picked for you, Hermione?” Luna adds, holding up the book while Draco avoiding speaking to the Gryffindor entirely.

    he was actually writing down the name of the butterfly Luna picked out for him. Hermione gives her a polite smile and shakes her head “No i have more important things to do, no offense of course” she says and Luna smiles before turning back to Draco

    that was the most backhanded shit you ever heard

    after that Hermione looked at you and waved her hand, signalling you to come over to her. You exhale deeply and push off the ground, pressing a kiss to Luna’s hair before walking to Hermione. She leads you a few feet away before turning to face you, planting her feet in the grass.

    “Have you or Luna studied for your N.E.W.T’s at all this month?” she asked, her head tilting as if she was analyzing your posture. “Yeah we did a week ago, we were supposed to this morning but-” before you could explain yourself, not that it was any of her business, she cut you off. 

    “Too busy sleeping in, eating an unhealthy amount of pudding, reading pointless books on butterflies, walking around in your pjs, or hanging out with that git Malfoy” she suggested. You swore your eye visibly twitched at her statement. 

    “No” you started with  bit more attitude then you wanted to add, crossing your arms over your chest “Luna was sleep walking, she almost made it into the forbidden forest, so i stayed up all night patching up her feet and watching her.” the way Hermione’s face fell almost made you double over in laughter right there.

    but she wasn’t going to back down easily “Then you seriously need to study, i have a group set up for tonight” she says, a prideful smile decorating her freckled cheeks. “Sorry, but i’m studying tonight with Draco and his friends in the Slytherin house” you couldn’t help but grin.

    “Why would you even bother with him, he’s a no good bully” she questions and she was kinda right, but Draco dulled on his bullying years ago when he met Luna and yourself “Because he’s Luna’s cousin and my friend” you say, you swore you have repeated these words back to her a million times already.

    “Now i have to go, see you later Granger” you wave your hand lazily before going back over to your small group. Draco looked up, taking a glance behind you. He snorts, shaking his head “What’s up her ass?” he asked, making you smile. 

    “The usual”

    he nods “I’m still a bad influence, huh” he said, mostly to himself “I don’t think your a bad influence, Draco” Luna reassures him, making him smile. That was actually really cute. After a couple seconds of silence the Slytherin boy looks between both you and Luna more than once.

    “You two are nothing alike”

    his comment caught you by surprise, so you just nervously laugh “We have some things in common” you say, trying to defend your relationship of course. Draco notices, beginning to laugh a bit “Not like that, i mean that you both have different personalities, but my mold well together”

    now curious, you wave your hand, gesturing him to continue his explanation.

     “It’s like the sun and the moon, Y/n you're all hot headed and very opinionated, definitely not afraid to speak those said opinions either, but at the end of the day the sun comes down and the moon comes up, which would be Luna, quiet with a calming glow” Draco said, pulling apart a piece of grass. 

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    hogsmeade, the next day 

    the study group with the Slytherins was more pleasant than you expected, you actually liked hanging out with Pansy, she was a cool chick. Anyway, now you and Luna were walking around hogsmeade wondering what to do. Luna wore a multi-colored sweater with bright blue pants and her usual red plaid shoes. 

    super cute

    you on the other hand wore something a little darker like a black and grey flannel, black pants with a matching shirt- well it was going to be a shirt until Luna surprised you with a lace tank top that showed a bit of your stomach, your weren’t super comfortable as you liked clothes that covered you up.

    but you could always button up your flannel if it bothered you that much

    “Where are we going again?” you ask, completely forgetting what she had said minutes ago. “Madam Puddifoot's for tea” Luna said, walking alongside you. You nod “Ah yes, tea. Didn’t Madam Puddifoot tell you she didn’t have tea with Gnome Saliva?” you remind her.

    Luna smiles, at what you don’t know but chose not to question it nonetheless “My dad sent me some last week, so all i have to do is add it myself” she explains “So that’s what those vials were in my chest” you connect the dots as Luna laughs. 

    “Were here”

    looking up, you saw the pink wood and grey stone shop. You could see the small cakes on display, in front of the glass. You would have to get a couple of those- for research purposes of course. You stepped in front of Luna so you could pull the door open for her. 

    she smiles and steps inside, you following after her. The smell of the shop was just as delightful as you remember and slightly overwhelming at the same time. As you expected there were multiple couples on dates, or casually- not so casually making out. Gross.

    (i’m guessing her personality as i don’t want to spoil myself for Hogwarts Mystery, hope you understand)

    “Miss Luna and Miss Y/n, how are you this evening?” Madam Puddifoot spoke from behind the counter, you look to your left to meet the gaze of the black haired older woman, giving her a polite smile “Were doing just fine, just here to pick up some loose herbal tea”

     Madam Puddifoot nods and turns around to seemingly pick up those packets for you. As you and Luna wait for a moment, your eyes wander to out the window to the shop across the Teashop. Across the tacky little shop was a darker colored store, a sign reading ‘Fine Jewelry’.

    “I’m going to check something out, will you be alright alone?” you say, slowly tearing your gaze away from the shop. Luna looks up at you and nods, smiling lightly “Sure, yeah” she says, not minding at all. You smile and lean down to give her a quick kiss before letting go of her hand. 

    walking to the door, you push it open and walk out, closing it behind you. You look back, making sure Luna wasn’t watching you walk into the store and sped walked into the jewelry shop. It smelt fancy, if that made any sense. It was like expensive looking to say the least. 

    “Y/n?”

    what a surprise, in front of you was Draco Malfoy along with his mates Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, and Blaise Zabini. “Malfoy, Nott, Zabini, and Pansy” you say, smiling at the end. Pansy grins and raises her hand to give you a high five. 

    “I feel slightly betrayed. Anyway, what’re you doing in here, i thought i saw you with Luna like an hour ago?” Draco asked, tilting his head. You point behind you to the Teashop “She’s getting tea and cakes so i took the opportunity to look at rings”

    Draco’s grey eyes widen a bit at your statement and you immediately knew where his mind went “Pump the brakes ferret, i’m getting a promise ring. I’m not proposing” you said quickly. Draco’s expression fell abit, causing his mates around him to laugh. “He just can’t wait to be a flower girl” Pansy commented.

    “I would be a great flower boy” Draco portested, making you smile at the thought, but yeah he would. As they laughed amongst themselves you began to walk around the shop. Nothing seemed to interesting, Luna liked simple things and all of these were over the top. 

    even though you were looking for one single ring, you made your way over to the sets, they had rings for couples and poly couples, but you just stuck with couples. Nothing over there was catching your attention as well, until you got to the very end. 

    you instantly knew you needed those rings, it was just to perfect, That was until you saw the price which read ‘150 galleons’ fuck, you only had maybe 90 saved up back at your dorm and 20 in your bag on you. It was like the universe was taunting you.

    backing away, you were ready to leave the shop defeated “Yeah i’ll take that set, the one for 150. Just bill it to Lucius Malfoy” Draco spoke. What the fuck. You look at him dumbfounded as the shopkeep got two black velvet boxes, putting each ring in it. 

    the older man gave Draco a smile “I hope that lucky girl appreciates it” he said. Draco nods “Oh i hope so” he says and walks over to you, handing you the two boxes. “you must really want to be a flower boy” you joked, making him chuckle. He nudges your shoulder with his hand “Yeah totally”

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    once you were out the shop, your eyes were glued onto the boxes wondering how and when you should give it to Luna. While distracted you shoulder checked somebody walking by and not being a total asshole, you whip round to apologize. 

    “Oh Granger, sorry for bumping into you. I zoned out” you explain. Hermione gives you a polite smile. She was with Harry and Ron “Potter, Weasley. How are you?” you asked, not wanting them to think you were ignoring them or something. 

    “Just looking around, Ron already spent all his galleons on sweets” Harry says, smiling at the end. Ron whacks his friends shoulder, clearly betrayed by the outing of his sweet addiction. “Oh that’s alright, i think Luna is spending all hers on tea and cakes” you laugh. 

    both Ron and Harry laugh along with you while Hermione gives you a confused smile “Your not going to stop her?” she asked, no you were slightly confused as well. Shrugging your shoulder, you shake your head “I’m her girlfriend not her babysitter”

    “Well of course, but shouldn’t you encourage her to save her galleons on more important things?” Hermione suggested and you understood her logic, but she was still budding into something that wasn’t her business....again. “It’s important to her, so no i’m not going to do that. Thank you for the suggestion though”

    in that moment, she saw both ring boxes in your hand. Following her gaze, you shove the boxes into each of your flannel pockets “What are those?” she asked almost instantly “Stuff” you replied vaguely as an arm wrapped round your shoulder. Oh yeah Draco was still there. 

    “Let’s go get some butterbear, yeah?” he suggests as Theo, Blaise, and Pansy crowd around you two, like some protective friend circle. The Gryffindors did not like the presence of your Slytherin company .“Ooo butterbear sounds great” Luna smiles, when did she get here?

    she comes up to your side, grabbing your hand, her paper bag in the other “Hello Hermione, Harry, Ron” she greets happily. She clearly didn’t notice the awkward tension that filled the air. Harry and Draco were glaring daggers at each other, have any of them blinked?

    “How bout you and Luna come hang out with us?” Hermione offered, but was shut down by Parkinson “Yeah they’ll pass. Thanks though” Pansy gave her a pouty condescending smile. Oh shit. Luna seemed to sense something was off now and shook her head “We have a study group after butternear, maybe another time?”

    “I-” Hermione started but Draco turned around, holding onto your shoulder “Don’t be a sore loser Granger” he said before you all walked away, leaving the Gryffindor’s in your metaphorical dust. 

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    the halls of hogwarts, a week later

    the Hermione problem progressively got worse, it was like she’d show up out of nowhere and bug you about everything. How Luna dressed, how she spent her money, how she spent her time, her zoning out, the sleepwalking and on and on and on and fucking on!

    you were so annoyed and over giving her polite answers at this point, but you had to manage. As you walk out of charms you hear your name being called. Fuck. “Granger” you say, pursing your lips together into an annoyed smile. “Hello Y/n, i wanted to talk to you in private” 

    you look around, gesturing to the empty hall and continued to walk “Yes?” you say. Hermione leans in a bit, making you lean the other way. Boundaries much? “I saw the ring boxes” she confesses, well fuck. “Okay?” you said, wondering where this conversation was going. 

    “What your doing is a bad idea” she says with a disappointed look on her face, what was she? Your mother? “Excuse me?” you said, slightly offended at her weird choice of words. “You can't just run off and elope, you have responsibilities here Y/n”

    oh, this is hilarious

    “Hermione, first of all they are promise rings, not engagement rings. Second of all, it’s none of your concern what i do with my life” you said, rather harshly while jabbing your finger at her chest. She seemed weirded out by what you were doing. 

    she swats your hand away “You know you are so rude! I’m only trying to help!” she says, trying to defend herself but you just laugh bitterly. “I don’t want your fucking help Hermione!” you shout back. A small crowd started to gather as the halls were filling up with students leaving class. 

    “It’s not my fault you and Luna are screw ups!” she shouts. Now, your mother always taught you to never use a spell on anyone unless they deserved it and you were positively sure she deserved it. You quickly pulled out your wand, but Hermione catches on, taking hers out as well. 

    “Expelliarmus!” you shout and her wand was blasted out her hand. Hermione looked disgusted with your behaviour “You are just a loony as Luna!” she yells at a last attempt. You raise your wand again, your mind running on autopilot. You didn’t even know what spell to use, but that didn’t matter. 

    all you knew was that you wanted to hurt her, but when your wand was grabbed from you, what were you to do now? Your head snapped towards the direction the pale hand came from and you were met with the worried eyes of Luna Lovegood. 

    the illusion had been broken, Luna now knew how Hermione really felt about her, but she felt as if she knew all along and ignored the possibility. She looked at Hermione, who had collected her wand form the floor, avoiding her gaze in shame. 

    Luna pursed her lips together before grabbing your hand, just like the million times before “Let’s go” she spoke quietly.

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    astronomy tower, fifteen minutes later

    the walk to the astronomy tower was silent, too silent. On any other day Luna would have been ranting about nargles, but she was too busy being lost in her mind while fiddling with her cork necklace. It started to worry you a bit, almost as if it was you who had done something wrong. 

    now you both were leaning on the railing, looking out at the castle grounds as the cold air blew against your face “What would you have done to Hermione if i hadn’t stopped you?” Luna asked, still not looking at you. You answered honestly “I don’t know”

    “That’s not good, not knowing” Luna says before more silence filled the air “i know that people think i’m strange or loony. It doesn’t bother me as i like being strange or loony. If i wasn’t i wouldn’t be me” you felt her hand squeeze yours reassuringly “So why does it bother you?”

    “because your my girlfriend, it’s like in the description to defend you, plus there assholes” you snear. Luna moves closer, leaning her head against your shoulder “i don’t want you to defend me anymore. I wouldn’t like seeing you get in trouble”

    “It’s not that easy” you protest, but feel her shake her head “I’ll teach you my ways- ow!” she suddenly pulls away. You look at her, instantly thinking you had scratched her somehow “Are you okay?” you ask, looking at her exposed skin for any marks. 

    she laughs quietly “yes i’m fine, i think something poked my through your robe” she says, rubbing her side. You laugh along with her until you realized what had poked her. The box- well boxes. Should you? Was it the right time? fuck it.

    “Uh- actually. I have something for you- for us?” you say and reach into the inside pocket of your uniform. Luna looked curious “For us? How peculiar.” she teases, making you roll your eyes. You pull out both of the boxes, one had the first initial one her name and the other had the first initial of yours.

    Luna’s eyes widened upon looking at the boxes “i’m not proposing!” you say before she could speak a word and a look of relief washed over her face “Okay” she breathed out. You hold out her box, but she takes yours instead “What-” “I want to see yours first, so i can put it on you and vise versa”

    your heart couldn’t handle it

    smiling brightly, you nod “Okay” you watch as she opens your box, her eyes lighting up as she’s met with the silver band with jagged grooves and a sun engraved into it. “A sun” she said out loud s you opened yours, pulling the similar ring out, but this one had a moon instead of sun. 

    you reach and grab her hand once again, sliding the moon ring onto her ring finger. She smiled, using her thumb to twist and turn it. Before she got totally distracted, she shook her head and grabbed your hand, repeating the same actions.

    you both stared at your rings for a stupidly amount of time before Luna throws her arms around you “I love it!” she exclaims, making the smile on your face even brighter if possible. “i’m glad you do.” you whisper, holding her close to you. 

    pulling away you give her a quick kiss that wouldn’t have been so quick if you weren’t surrounded by idiots. “That was so cute!” the voice of Pansy shouted. You and Luna pull away from each other to watch as an invisibility cloak fell off your slytherin friends. 

    “Pansy!” all three boys yell before looking down in shame. “Oh fuck off, i couldn’t hold it in” Pansy snapped. draco picked the cloak off the floor, shoving it at her chest “It took me hours to steal this from Potter and you had to go and ruin it!” he accused. 

    “How did i ruin it!?”

    “I believe Draco said to not make any noise while under the cloak as to not disturb Luna and Y/n” Theo points out, causing Pansy to send a glare his way, but it didn’t phase him in the slightest. They all start to argue while you and Luna look at each other wondering how you had friends like this. 

    “I love you” Luna spoke, holding your hand up to kiss your finger. You smile and repeat the same action with hers “I love you too Luna”

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    Kody: i apologize for the Hermione slander, it was needed for plot. Forgive me for i have not slept yet lmao. Requests are open as always for any fandom i have in my bio. Anyways, peace. 

[potter-imagines]

George Weasley Dating Ravenclaw!Reader Would Include...

-       George loves to take photos of you

-       Like absolutely adores it

-       His side of his dorm has at least ten different pics of the two of you taped to the walls

-       Fred never misses an opportunity to taunt George for this

-       “Jesus, George, you’d think you’re an obsessive stalker with the amount of photos you have of Y/n. Kinda of concerning…”

-        George brings you home for Christmas break

-       Molly adores you- like is way more excited to see you walking through the front door, rather than her actual children. “Y/n! Oh, Y/n, dear, you look beautiful! Come inside! Out of the cold you go- I’ve got a warm cup of tea waiting for you, dear.”

-       Fred would walk in behind you rolling his eyes mumbling, “Good to see you too, birth giver. I missed you as well, love you too.”

-       Pulling all nighters with him

-       Some were for studying, some just to spend some more time with each other, and some because you two couldn’t seem to uh, ‘fall asleep’ or rather, keep your hands off one another

-       If you didn’t know how to already, George would teach you how to play Quidditch

-       You’re typically the little spoon and even though he’d never mention in aloud, he secretly loved when you were the big spoon

-       When you first started dating, George’s friends would tease him for being with a Ravenclaw

-       They classed you as a stereotypical Ravenclaw, before even speaking with you

-       Fred reassured them they’d like you but Ron was skeptical

-       Mostly because he couldn’t understand why a Ravenclaw was dating his brother

-       Although you were a true Ravenclaw at heart, that didn’t mean you were a bookworm ‘nerd’ who only cared about school and had your nose to the sky

-       Most Ravenclaws you knew were more honest that stuck up, you had a tendency to say exactly what you thought

-       And George loved this

-       He had never met a girl like you before- one who served it the teasing and flirtatious wilderness right back to him

-       He’d plan extravagant jokes with his twin to try an woo you

-       Your friends would giggle and whisper whenever George came around, all staring at you knowingly

-       They had all placed bets on how long it would take George Weasley, the jokester Gryffindor, to ask you, the clever and competitive Ravenclaw, out on a date

-       It only took about two weeks after that for him to make the first move

-       After Potions class, George would walk with you in towards the Great Hall, complimenting you the entire way

-       You two would sit together, much to your surprise and by the end of the meal, he would ask you out on a proper date for that weekend to Hogsmeade

-       He’d buy magical eternal flowers at Hogsmeade on your first date

-       Flirting doesn’t die down with George just because you’re a couple

-       If anything, he becomes cheekier and touchier

-       He isn’t huge on PDA, but he likes when you sit on his lap in the courtyard or either of your common rooms.

-       PDA for the two of you is more hand holding, forehead kisses, arm around your shoulder, small pecks, tight hugs before class, etc.

-       Snape had scolded the two of you more time than you could count “There will be no embracing of any sorts outside, or inside my class, Miss. Y/l/n and Mr. Weasley.” “Yes, professor. We’re sorry-” “No we’re-“ Having to drag George away before he gets you two into more trouble.

-       He’d call you sweet names like; love, darling, princess, and angel (His favorite name to use in the bedroom.).

-       But his absolute favorite nickname for you is “little Ravenclaw”

-       He loves buying you maroon presents

-       He likes to think he’s secretly converting you to a Gryffindor, but he knew you had too much pride for your house and would never fully switch to his side

-       You two will play childish games like hide and seek around the castle during the weekends

-       It’s more fun when you include your other friends

-       But when it’s just you and George playing

-       The game typically ends with the two of you half naked in an empty classroom

-       Walks behind you up the stairs so he can pinch your butt “George- knock it off!” “But it’s so cute and I wanna touch it.” “Not now.”

“So you’re saying there will be a later, right?”

-       Studying together

-       Despite common assumption, George Weasley is exceptionally brilliant

-       You two have competitions on who can score the highest mark

-       George was usually a point or two away from you but it didn’t stop you from gloating

-       “Ha, ha, Georgie. Take that! Now you owe me a back massage and a butterbeer this weekend!” “I can give you more than a backrub, darling.” “George!”

-       Sneaking him into the Ravenclaw towers past curfew

-       He loves that you are willing to break rules for him

-       It exhilarating to you both

-       You’re very close with his friends- especially Fred and Hermione

-       Fred and George would convince you to help them with pranks, little at a time

-       But soon enough

-       You’d basically becoming a trio

-       They’d find a way to drag you into planning and executing nearly all their pranks with them

-       It made you extremely nervous at first

-       You had never been in real trouble before, and it wasn’t something you desired

-       But George would reassure you constantly “Love, you don’t have to help if you don’t want to, we won’t be upset. But if you do, I won’t let anything happen to you or let you get caught. I promise, darling.”

-       And he never failed to keep his word

-       Until one day

-       There was one time, late winter of your final year

-       Fred and George were readying to leave Hogwarts to open their shop, Weasley Wizard Wheezes, and had invited you to join them

-       You contemplated the thought for a week before deciding to finish off the end of your year, then move in with George and his brother once summer came

-       The twins’ pranking antics had grown more intense since Umbridge arrived

-       Everyone despised her- well except the Slytherin’s who she favored

-       The twins’ landed themselves in detention with her on more than five occasions and they had enough

-       Late one Saturday in February, Fred and George had enchanted a portal swamp outside Umbridge’s office door, a spell you had taught them

-       Right as the swamp appeared, footsteps began to approach quickly from behind

-       Fred darted left and George took off after him, both assuming you’d follow

-       But panic hit and you ran in the opposite direction, smacking right into Filch, Umbridge emerging not long after from the other corridor

-       You were caught red handed, Umbridge took the wand in your grip as enough evidence to prosecute you

-       George had reached the end of the corridor when he turned around and realized you weren’t behind him but by the time he and Fred stealthily snuck back to Umbridge’s office

-       The door was swinging shut

-       And the once bubbling green swamp was gone

-       Not long passed before George could hear your voice and his chest stiffened at once

-       The twins hid behind a wall, until George ushered Fred off to monitor the hall leading towards their common room

-       Ten or so minutes passed until the door squeaked open and you quickly rushed off, salty tears threatening to spill over your eyes

-       George yanked you softly from behind a wall before you could make it up the first step of the shifting stairs

-       You hissed in pain when his fingers unknowingly wrapped around your fresh wound “Ow, my hand- George it hurts.”

-       His eyes would widen, then soften with comfort as he studies your hand “Darling, I’m so sorry. I should’ve taken the fall- I should’ve realized you weren’t following us and went back sooner. I’m so sorry, Y/n.”

-       You’d cry, not because you were mad at him or blame him but because of the never ending burning sensation in your bloodied hand

-       You’d reassure him and insist it was your own fault

“I froze, Georgie. I’m the only one to blame. I don’t know why I didn’t go the same way as you guys, I just got scared of getting caught… and now this happened cause I was dumb.” “You’re not dumb, darling, don’t say that. I promised to never let you get hurt because of one of our pranks and I broke that promise. Umbridge is a cold bitch, I can’t keep putting you in these risks situations and letting you get hurt.”

-       He’d sneak you into his dorm that night

-       None of his friends would oppose, especially after hearing about what happened

-       Fred and Lee slept on the large couches in the common room so the two of you could have the night alone

-       George is an amazing cuddling partner- like the best

-       You two would lay in his bed together, snuggled under a stack of blankets

-       He’d convince you to wear one of his Gryffindor shirts

-       Then take a picture of you in it when you weren’t paying attention to tease you with

-       “I’m going to show this to all your little Ravenclaw friends to show them that you’re really a Gryffindor!” “Am not! I’m a Ravenclaw-“ “I’m gonna put some Gryffindor inside of you tonight, princess.” “You dirty bastard! Don’t you say that in front of any of my friends, please, I’m begging you.” “I’m sure they already know, love. It’s not like they haven’t heard us before.”

-       You would get annoyed beyond beliefs after being with George for years and your friends still confusing him with Fred, or assuming they were the same person

-       You loved Fred, but you were in-love with George, and there were many differences between them besides your relationship status

-       Fred was the friend who could cheer you up, listen to you rant, help you get revenge on a professor for poor marks, hangout with you, give you advice, and all the great qualities that a best friend should have

-       But George Weasley

-       George was all of the above and more

-       He had a different thought process- slightly different mindset than his twin

-       You loved the deep, intellectual conversations you could have with George

-       One moment you two would be discussing the purpose of life and the origination of languages

-       Then the next you’d be debating over the worst flavor of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans

“George, how you can you even argue this? You know vomit and rotten egg are the two worst flavors!” “Vomit, yes. Rotten eggs, no. I’d take that over earthworm. Now that one is bloody disgusting!”

-       There was a connection- a magnetic pull that drew you and George together

-       He understood you on a more personal level than any other person you knew

-       There were secrets he’d share with you late at night that not even Fred knew

-       Like how he wanted to be a Mediwizard up until his fourth year

-       George would bring you books he’d read on break for you

-       You two liked to start a book together right before break, then finish over break and talk about it once you returned to each other

-       Fred would tease George relentlessly for reading over the holiday break “God, next thing I know you’re going to starting knitting sweaters with each other and painting your nails together.” “Jealous, Fred? A shame you can’t find an intelligent girl of your own but don’t be made that I have.”

-       George will write you letters when you’re away for each other

-       He’ll do cute little things like send a single dainty flower that he picked from his mom’s garden and seal it inside the envelope

-       His favorite to gift you are lilacs- the smell reminds him of you and is comforting when you’re gone

-       He’s always been a bit more in touch with his emotional side than his twin

-       But you loved those differences

-       You two hard a pretty serious relationship from the start but that didn’t mean you weren’t playful

-       You two hard a pretty serious relationship from the start but that didn’t mean you weren’t playful

-       Both George and you knew you wanted to spend forever together the first time you walked through Hogsmeade together

-       And neither of you wanted to waste anytime fooling around when you knew what you wanted

-       George is a honest gentleman, always putting your needs first

-       Even after you leave Hogwarts with the twins

-       With all his busy work and the booming business and success of the shop, you assumed your time together would be spared

-       It was in a way

-       But George always put in the extra effort to keep the spark alive

-       Before opening the shop, he’d usually try to set your alarm clock back three hours in hopes of you getting the extra sleep he knew you deserved

-       Sometimes it worked, but other times you’d meet him in the shop at open with a smug smile on your face “Love, you should be asleep! You’re too clever, little Ravenclaw.” “You still call me that, even after all this time?” “You’ll always be my little Ravenclaw. I could never love another.”

-       He’ll surprise you during work with random sweets, sentimental cards, picking you up lunch and a coffee/tea, and buying you flowers

-       George can be extremely sweet when he wants to and for you, there is never a moment where he doesn’t

-       The two of you would get married shortly after the second war ended, not that anyone was surprised.

[theresthesnitch]

22, 23, & 24 from the end of year asks!!

22. events you participated in this year

Oh boy. Here we go. There’s a lot.

Shirtless James Potter May:

Shirts vs. Skins

Pretty enough for the both of us

July Jilychallenge - Three Strikes ‘til your out (Which has been nominated for Jily awards! Nominated for Favorite Smut, Favorite AU Favorite Multichapter, and Fic of the year)

Harry and Ginuary Bingo Event - There was a contest called B-I-N-G-O

August Jilychallenge - A Guide to Proper Hair Maintenance (Also nominated for Jily awards! For Best Characterization of James) - This one was also a Shirtless Lily fic.

@efkgirldetective’s Summer of Jily prompts:

Prompt 5: Just a little kiss

Prompt 7: Chill Out

Jilytober:

31 Prompts: Briefly falling

Bittersweet event: Rescue Me

Summer prompt: She’s a Wildflower (Also nominated for Jily awards! For Favorite AU) (this was also one of the summer of Jily prompts, but I posted it in October - oops!)

Non-fest: The Last Diary of Lily Potter (Also nominated for Jily award! For Favorite Angst and Favorite Canon)

Trope writing challenge:

Teacher AU

The Big Damn Kiss

Pregnancy fic (I never posted this one because I never finished it, lol)

I’m also working on a fic for Harry and Ginuary’s Big Bang Event that I (hopefully) will finish before Jan 1, and I’ve entered the December Jilychallenge

24. favorite fic you read this year

I… don’t know how to pick this. Favorite? Like, of all of them? I… I don’t… don’t make me pick one. I can’t. All of them. There’s so many good fics. I can’t even figure out how to vote for Jily awards, don’t make me do it again!

Actually, I think this might change each time I answer the questions, lol.

23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t

Okay, I save this one for last for a *reason*.

I started drafting a multichapter fic that I never got around to posting that was Slytherin!Sirius - Basically, if he had never chosen to be in Gryffindor, or was too beaten down by his family to end up in Gryffindor. The goal was a lovely Prongsfoot friendship fic. I don’t know that I’ll ever pick it back up, but here’s the prologue for it. 

TW for some implied abuse, panic, and a trauma response. 

***

A small, wiry boy stands in the crowd of other new students, nervously picking at the nail bed of his left thumb under the sleeve of his robes. They stood in the entrance hall, waiting to be called into the Great Hall to be sorted. His robes are perfectly pressed. His tie, still devoid of color, is neatly tied. His face was a stony mask that was the product of years of discipline and practice. 

Sirius Black was the perfect picture of the pure blooded heir. 

He knows what to expect with the sorting. It's been drilled into him since he got his letter. He will place the hat on his head. He will think, "I am the heir to the Black dynasty. You will place me in Slytherin." He will do so because a Black chooses where they go, they are not placed. He will do so because no other Black has ever been in any other house. He will do so because it is what is expected of the oldest Black boy. 

Sirius will do so because not to do so will result in punishment, and he doesn't want to be punished any more. 

They are led into the Great Hall in one great group. He keeps his chin up, not looking around, even though he really wants to see the ceiling. He remembers reading that it is enchanted to look like the night sky, and he wants to see the stars. However, he doesn't look up. He doesn't look left or right. He doesn't whisper with the other students. He wears the mask that he has kept fixed on his face since he was a small child. 

It is not becoming for a Black to do anything less. 

He knows, sitting at one of the tables nearby, are all of his cousins. He thinks of Bellatrix, now a 7th year, observing him and taking notes to report back to his parents. He knows she has been given permission to keep him in line. Andromeda, 5th year, and Narcissus, 4th year, will be watching as well, but they have both always been kind to him. Well, kinder. He hopes that his posture and demeanor are enough to keep Bella happy. He fears her wand almost as much as he fears his mother’s. 

Sirius maintains his mask of indifference when the hat is brought out and it begins to sing. He would probably be as impressed as his peers - no, not peers. A Black doesn’t have peers. He would probably be as impressed as the children around him were, if he wasn’t so lost in his own thoughts. 

When he was a child, Sirius was wild, or so he was told. Aunt Lucretia said that he had a fire under his ass for no good reason. Sirius had never thought that the things he did were that horrible. He had this nasty habit of wanting to know why. Why were muggles beneath them? Why shouldn’t mudbloods get to learn magic if they had magical powers? Why was blood purity so important? There was a time when Sirius would ask these questions. 

Sirius learned quickly not to ask. 

The hat’s song was now over, and the sorting began. He watched as students were sorted. It began with “Abbott, Julie” followed by “Avery, Stephen.” It was not long before his name was called, one of the natural consequences of his name. 

“Black, Sirius.” 

He calmly walked forward, maintaining his mask of indifference. A Black should never show emotion, never make a scene. He walks up the steps to the stool, careful to place his feet so he doesn’t trip. A Black should never show weakness. He sits calmly on the chair, feels the hat land on his head, and then the room disappears as it falls over his eyes. 

Well, well, well. What do we have here?

The voice in his head surprises him. He didn’t know the hat would have a voice. He thought he just told it what he wanted. 

You can talk? he thinks. 

I can, young Mister Black. I can also see inside your head. 

Oh no. What can this hat see? What will he know?

I can see everything in your head, Mr. Black. Everything you want me to, and everything that you don’t. 

I am the heir to the Black dynasty. You will pl-

Yes, I could place you in Slytherin. There’s plenty of evidence here that it will go well. But you don’t have to be in Slytherin, Mr. Black. 

I… don’t?

No. You may do very well in Gryffindor. I can see a whole different path for you, if you will allow it. 

I - 

I - I can’t. Sirius almost feels like weeping. He doesn’t have a choice. He is a Black. He is the heir to the Black dynasty. He doesn’t have a choice.

You could have a choice, Mr. Black. If you - 

I am the heir to the Black Dynasty. You will place me in Slytherin. 

Well, don’t you have a fire under you. Very well. Make it… “SLYTHERIN!”

Sirius’s stomach dropped at the same time the hat was swept off his head. A fire under him? Panic flooded his body, and he froze. Had he messed up? Did he do something wrong? 

He felt a hand on his back, urging him off the stool. He mentally shook the fog out of his head. He realized that a great roar of cheers was coming from one of the tables in the hall, and he made his way in that direction. He saw that the students there were all wearing green. He looked down, and his tie and robes had adjusted to the same green. He had done it. He was in Slytherin. 

Just like the good little Black heir he was. 

Sirius began walking down the bench when he saw Bella. Her face was split by a large smile, but the happiness of it didn’t quite meet her eyes. Bella always made him feel slightly uneasy. She slid over so that a spot next to her was available for him. With a gnawing pit in his stomach, he sat down beside her. 

“You’ve done well, Sirius.” She turned back to watch the sorting, leaving Sirius to brood in his seat. 

Had he done well? He was in Slytherin. He had not tripped. He did not show emotion. He did everything he could think of to be the good Black son. 

But the hat. Well, don’t you have a fire under you.

No, he must put out the fire. He must, before someone put it out for him.

[achliegh]

Golden

Yeehaw Leo… it's all because this song came on one day (I don’t even really listen to country anymore so it really is fate). Leo is based off that song, each chapter is going to be based off a yeehaw song too.

Characters belong to @lumosinlove

Beta: @the-most-slytherin-hufflepuff & @punkkkkboi

TW/CW: Smut, terrible yeehaw sayings and jokes, injuries, mentions of past death/suicide, minor character death, underage drinking, mentions of past arrests, cringe

Chapter Songs (listening in order is recommended):

Chapter 16:

Hours after Noelle Landed in Montreal, Thomas and Clay landed in New Orleans. A few hours ago Clay’s parents dropped his truck off at the airport so he could take Thomas around the city to see his favorite places. They didn’t bring much just carry on backpacks, so walking out the door and feeling the heat was what they did next.

“It’s Winter!”

“It’s so warm, I missed it.” Clay sighs happily and grabs the little dangly adjustment strap to Thomas’ bag and starts leading him to where his parents said his truck was following the directions on his phone that his mom typed out. It stayed in daily parking so they didn’t have to go inside the parking garage. Thankfully. Thomas was expecting Clay’s truck to be just like his one in Gryffindor, large bright red and loud, but to his surprise they start walking over to a teal blue old truck. It must have been from the 70’s or something. Thomas stopped a couple feet back just taking in the scene.

Clay, glowing under the sun just in a shirt and jeans standing next to a light blue truck making this all seem like a picture on one of those tiny calendars with old cars on them. The concrete around them was a bit off but he didn’t mind.

“What? Something wrong?” Clay looks at him from the other side of the truck after finding his keys in his bag and tossing it into the bed of the truck. “You can toss your bag in the back if you want, there isn’t a ton of room in the front.”

“I was just looking at something pretty is all.” Thomas acts all nonchalant as he tosses his bag in the back next to Clay’s and climbs in the now unlocked vehicle. Clay gets in on the driver's side and gives him a confused look, turning his head in the direction of where Thomas was just looking.

“All I see are cars, was there a cool one I missed?” He looks back at Thomas only to find his boyfriend a good inch from his face. He feels his cheeks heating up and hopes Thomas can’t tell. “What?”

“I was staring at you, Stupid.” Clay feels his cheeks get even more red and glares at Thomas a bit. Thomas has definitely stuck to his words recently in telling Clay he is ‘Pretty’ and ‘Beautiful’ all the time but Clay still doesn’t know how to react. Recently it has been smacking Thomas upside the head… then usually smooching him but that's besides the point. He has grown up his whole life being criticized for how he looks, then suddenly girls were throwing themselves at him and calling him ‘Hot’ and ‘Sexy’ but never the things Thomas or Noelle says.

It makes him feel vulnerable when they say stuff like that.

“Shut up.” Clay gives him a quick kiss and goes to pull away but Thomas holds him by his shirt to deepen the kiss, Clay doesn’t even try to fight against it. He smiles and kisses him more sweetly before they actually pull away. “I’m hungry, let's go eat!” He smiles a bit as Thomas laughs and buckles up, pulling out of the parking lot he starts to drive further into the heart of the city. Thomas watches all the old and new buildings mix together to make a wonderful blend of modern and historical.

It was so amazing, beautiful and fun.

He notices the buildings are getting more off the ground and raises an eyebrow, he goes to ask Clay what the houses are doing on stilts but the NOLA Native beats him to the punch.

“They are for when it floods during storms. Like hurricanes and flash floods, we have a flood wall as well but they don’t always hold up.” Clay has put on his dark wire framed sunglasses, driving with one hand on the wheel and his other elbow resting on the open window seal of the car, wind blowing through his hair. Just looking so in his element. “We are headed towards the harbor because they have the best seafood boil restaurants. My favorite is Mama Junes but Leo’s is Olive and Otto’s. So we tend to fight about where we want to go.” Clay glances over to Thomas who is just soaking everything in. Looking relaxed and calm.

They pull into the small broken concrete parking lot and park right in front. There are old buildings lining the narrow sidewalk just feet away from the docks. The sidewalk was poorly taken care of but it added character. Clay hop out of the truck and wanders over to Thomas side and opens the door bowing to him.

“Your highness.” Then he trips him on the way out making him stumble causing Clay to laugh hard enough he has to lean against the truck so he doesn’t fall over. Thomas rolls his eyes smiling and closes the door. Looking out at the docks he notices all the people doing their jobs and wonders what it would be like to be on a massive ship. He is knocked out of his thoughts by being hit in the side of the head by a pen.

“Where did you even get a pen!?” Thomas picks up the pen from the ground and starts chasing Clay around the truck for a good few minutes before he finally catches him from behind and wraps his arms around his waist picking him up, swinging him around to the other side of him, both laughing uncontrollably. Thomas' stomach lets them know that it senses food is nearby by rumbling loudly.

“That was weird I could feel your stomach growling, we should go eat before the fishermen get off work for the night.” Clay turns around in Thomas arms and just looks over his face for a moment, running his fingertips over the side of his face. He loves Thomas…

He should tell him soon and Noelle, of course Noelle. She is everything, beautiful, smart, sarcastic, and treats him like a real person. Clay didn’t know if he was ever going to date another woman after Ashley, hell, he didn’t even know if he would ever get away from Ashley. But he never expected to get so lucky. He never in a million years ever expected to be loved like two people.

Well, he hopes they love him.

They pull away after just looking at each other for a solid thirty seconds before Clay leads Thomas down the street a bit to a restaurant that looks straight out of the 60’s. Thomas was picking up a theme of stuff Clay likes… the theme is old. Doesn’t help that he and Noelle are older than the southerner either. They get a table, order food, and people just keep coming up to the table to talk to Clay like old friends. Men, women, old and young everyone wanted to talk to him.

When their food does show up it is something called a ‘seafood boil’. Thomas has heard of it before but always thought it was boiled right in front of you, which it is not. It also shows up in a plastic bag for some reason. Clay teaches him how to crack crab properly, only ending in one thumb being cut open by the sharp shell. Whose thumb?

Clayton London Bruss’ and he was annoyed about it.

They finish up eating and paying, Clay gives the young waitress a 50% tip because he can and wants to. They head out the door full and happy, walking past a group of old women who are playing poker at one of the tables out front.

“Well if it isn’t Mr. Bruss himself! Long time no see, Sugar.” The woman the farthest away from Clay smiles at him and Thomas is worried this is going to go bad. “Looking mighty handsome there young man, be careful one of these days I’m gonna leave my husband for you.”

“Mrs. Bell! You can’t say stuff like that!” He laughs and walks over to give her a kiss on the cheek, giving Thomas time to take a good look at her. She was an older looking black woman who has definitely lived a full life, she was wearing a lot of blush and eyeshadow but her ruby red lipstick is what really stood out. Especially when she gave Clay a kiss on the cheek.

“I’m old, I can say what I want, within reason. Now tell me where you have been these last few months! We miss you and Leo on Fridays.”

“You here to stay for a while before you take off and get yourself hurt at those rodeos?” The woman across from Mrs. Bell spoke up, she was a white heavy set woman with a shirt that has two hurricanes on the boobs of her shirt that say ‘Lily’ and ‘Katrina’. He doesn’t know how to respond to that.

“I assure you Miss Lila, I am only here for a day or maybe two.”

“Who is this hunk that with you Clayton, I wouldn’t mind getting my hands on him.” Clay smiles brightly and walks back over to Thomas’ side. Ignoring the hungry stares pointed in Thomas' direction by all four women.

“Sorry but he is off limits.” All the women make a mock sound of disappointment. “He’s my boyfriend.” They are stunned for a moment before they all gasp in delight and congratulate them.

“You always knew how to pick them, I always thought Your friend Leo and you would end up together. But I am so happy for you.” Mrs. Bell smiles at them.

“Everyone always thought Leo and I would get together but honestly, he's not my type.” Clay winks at the ladies who all giggle as they walk past, saying goodbye to one another. The ladies pick up their game from where they left off. Thomas was still in shock. Those elderly ladies.. Congratulated them! He was not expecting that. He was expecting to be chased off with a purse or something. Then again, Clay does seem rather close to them.

“How do you know them?” Thomas looks at Clay who is saying hello to the people he knows that pass them on the way to the restaurant. He apparently knows everyone.

“Well, they have a poker tournament every Friday at Mama June’s so Leo and I would volunteer there for fun. Other people would work to get paid but we never needed the money, instead we were the two who would lose on purpose just to give the people their money. Most people who go to the tournaments are on the poorer side of town and we always tried to give back. So that's what we did. We would bet obscene amounts of money just to make sure people could pay their rent or bills or do whatever they do to relieve stress after a long week of working.” Thomas stopped walking, Clay didn’t notice for a few steps and then turned but to look. The sun was sinking down behind him and it made him glow. Thomas has known he has loved Clay for a while now but Noelle and him had a plan to tell Clay together. But at this very moment in time, his heart was so full of adoration he couldn’t help himself.

“I love you.”

Noelle watched, she watched the entire interaction her father had with Leo. She knew it wasn’t going to be good. She had listened to his insult Leo while she was in the kitchen with her mother and honestly it made her feel sick with anger. Leo was exactly what they wanted for Logan. Yet, they brush him off because of something stupid. She was pissed, helping her mother get ingredients out for dinner but decided she didn’t want to help. She was exhausted mentally and physically. So she decided to go take a nap, walking out of the kitchen and up the stairs to her childhood room.

The biggest bedroom in the house. It was painted seafoam green because that was her favorite color in secondary school, posters of her favorite bands and pictures of her friends all over the walls. Little origami birds made by her best friend hang from fishing line over her king sized bed with pristine crisp white matching bedspread, pillows and sheets. Her full length mirror was next to her large white desk with a lamp that cost forty dollars on it. Her bean bag chairs of varying sizes and colors on the corner next to her TV and PlayStation.

She never noticed how spoiled she was. But being in this room and then thinking about her sisters and Logan’s room, it made her ears ring with guilt. She started going to therapy after she got out of the house because she didn’t understand why she would just be consumed by guilt or sadness whenever she was around Logan. They never had a good relationship when they were younger fighting all the time, Noelle just saying really nasty things that she regrets and now they are pretty much each other's best friends. Her therapist told her that it was because her father was a narcissist and raised her to believe she was better than all her siblings but as she grew older she knew that it was wrong.

After that appointment she called Logan to apologize for everything over the phone, he was confused but still listened and let her get everything off her chest. Then he invited her and their sisters to family skate. There is where she met Thomas, she was uncomfortable around him for a while but she couldn’t understand why. Then it hit her.

Her father would speak poorly of any person of color any chance he got… and she believed him when he said all those terrible things. Things that should never be said. So she erased everything he ever said from her morals and continued to hang out with Thomas, when he asked her out it was a no brainer to say yes.

Her father wasn’t happy but it's not his life to live, she paced up and down her dorm on many nights when she should have been studying worrying about what her dad would say but in the end she understood that none of it mattered… By then she knew she was in love.

Months later she started going to the Godric University in Gryffindor to continue her masters degree she told her parents it was to keep an eye on Logan, she moved in with Thomas but never told her parents. Logan was ecstatic. She hadn’t seen him that happy in… well, when their dad told him he was proud of Logan for getting drafted and “doing something with his life”. It stung but Logan couldn’t stop smiling.

Then there was Clay. Stupid, Charming, Challenging, Beautiful Clay.

He waltzed into their lives like he was meant to. Stumbling once but never stopping. She wasn’t expecting to get a text from a random number saying “Hi, My name is Clayton and I have been talking to Thomas over the phone for a few months. He mentioned he had a girlfriend but I think we have started flirting and I wanted to let you know, because I know Thomas talks about you all the time and is madly in love with you. I just wanted to let you know that… I think I have caught feelings for him and if you would like me to stop talking to him I will.”

It scared her at first not answering the message for days, letting it hang over her like a storm cloud, Thomas had never mentioned an interest in the same sex before and she was worried she would lose him. So they talked about it, Thomas showed her the messages willingly and hadn’t noticed the flirting until she pointed it out. She started messaging Clay. They got on really well and before she knew it, he was all her and Thomas talked about.

They both realized they liked him, together.

Meeting him in person for the first time was intimidating because how do you balance a relationship already formed and stable, to a relationship with a new person at the same time? Would they get jealous? Would they fight? Would they end up splitting up?

But instead, Clay made them stronger, happier. They were happy before but sometimes it felt as though something was missing. Noelle didn’t really know or care about Polyamrous relationships until Logan started talking to her about how it feels to love two people.

“It hurts sometimes but it is also something I can’t live without. One being wild and free and the other grounded and calm, sometimes they switch or we all switch in dynamics but… I wouldn’t trade either of them for the world. It's the most I’ve ever loved and been loved in my life.” and she wanted that as well but never thought she could do it.

Then it happened, she felt like she was on the edge of a cliff ready to dive off at any minute but she was worried she would regret it. She eventually jumped, landing in the water below of safety and love, never looking back. She never would.

Her and Thomas told each other they loved one another on the same day at the same time. A day she would never forget. They were stuck in traffic arguing about something stupid, probably about schedules because that was their main issue always missing each other on the way out the door, they stopped for a moment. Noelle was still fuming but Thomas was calm, he was always calm, he put his hand on her leg and she looked at him. They held eye contact for a few seconds before they said at the same time.

“I love you.”

Clay was stunned. He stared at Thomas letting the words he just spoke sink in. He never expected to be told that by someone other than his parents, Leo, Reg and Eloise. His heart suddenly started aching and his throat became tight as he felt a drop of something on his cheek. Looking up to see if it was raining he only saw a clear blue sky beginning to tint purple. Then he felt a strong arm wrap around his waist and a hand cup his cheek, turning his head to meet those soft dark brown eyes.

“Is it raining?” Thomas smiled a bit at him and wiped his cheek.

“You’re crying. Are you okay?”

“You love me?” Thomas smiles so bright, so calm and so lovingly at him that it makes him feel like he is about to burst with emotions.

“Yes, I do.” Clay puts his hands over his own overworking heart and squeezes.

“Why?” Thomas is a bit taken back by this question, his expression changes a bit to concern for a moment. Wiping away another tear that has fallen.

“Because, you make me happy. You are caring, sweet, kind and…” Clay squeezes his eyes shut listening to Thomas list off things about himself that he couldn’t believe were true. “You are beautiful.” Clay lets out a strangled sound from his throat and turns to bury his face in Thomas’ chest hoping he could hide. “You are so so amazing Clayton, I just wish I could show you what I see, what Noelle sees too.” Oh god, they have talked about being in love with Clay and he didn’t even know! Noelle wasn’t with them but it felt as though she was everywhere. She was in the blue of the ocean, the sound of it hitting the shore. The beauty of the city just so alive yet caring. She was everywhere and not there at the same time.

“Noelle loves me too?”

“Yes, but don’t tell her I confessed for her. She will kill me.” This makes both of them chuckle. Clay pulls away enough to look Thomas in the eyes once more and he says back.

“I love you.”

Judy was waiting by the door, the food for dinner was in the oven staying warm, Garland was outside on the porch smoking a cigarette waiting for the boys to arrive. It would be any minute now. Clay says they just ate but Judy isn’t one to let her guests get hungry. She remembers Thomas from when the team was down at the Knut’s ranch for a week. She remembers him being polite and helping her move the chair around the table to make sure everyone would fit for the meals.

He was also a very good looking man, he was tall, dark and handsome as Clay would say. She never in a million years would have thought that that would be the man Clay ended up with. There was also Noelle who she spoke with when some of the team was at the bar, she was so very sweet and funny as well. But again, never someone she thought Clayton would end up with.

She saw the dust down the driveway and knew the boys were moments away, Clayton knows she doesn’t like him driving at night. She remembers when Clay was just a young little boy, coming home after driving in the dark crying because he almost hit a possum. He was always emotional. She knows people like to take advantage of his kindness and use it against him, his vulnerability showed everyone he has ever met his flaws.

She can only hope that her son is being treated well up north. She prays they aren’t like Ashley.

The truck pulls up, parking in his normal spot across from the door, hopping out of the truck Judy watches as her son and Thomas link hands as they walk towards the door. Garland stands up slowly, his back and hips have been bothering him as he gets older, shaking Thomas hand after stubbing out his cigarette he leads them inside.

“Ma!” Clay runs over to hug her and lifts her off the ground making her laugh, he seems to be in a wonderful mood. “I missed you.” He starts sniffing the air and making his way towards the kitchen knowing his favorite is somewhere to be found. He was always reminding her of her puppy. Judy places her hands on her hips and shakes her head at him. She looks at Thomas and notices the absolutely love sick face he has on as he watches Clayton leave the room. She smiles. That was something she only ever read about in her romance novels, she wonders if Garland ever looks at her that way.

“Hello Thomas, it's good to see you again.” She watches as he smiles at her and extends his hand for her to shake, she playfully swats his hand away and pulls him into a tight hug. It takes him a minute to hug back but when he does it is tight. Clayton was in good hands.

“Long time no see.” He smiles at her as they pull away, a bit pink in the face. “You look stunning as ever, I might add.”

“Stop hitting on my mom! You’re gonna make my dad jealous.” Clay smiles at Thomas from the doorway of the kitchen with an oven mitt on one hand holding a large bowl of what looks like red beans and rice. Something he always tries to replicate at home but can never get it right. A spoon on the other hand and eating straight from the bowl. Judy laughs for a second.

“Clayton, please use a plate. How many times have I told you that you can’t just eat from the bowl.” Judy takes the towel from over her shoulder and takes the bowl from him, walking in the kitchen. A few minutes later they all sat around the table eating and chatting.

“I think I’m going to bring Noelle down for the two weeks we are back here before we leave for rodeo this summer.” Clay talks with his mouth full and Thomas rolls his eyes a bit. Smiling. Sharing a look with Judy.

“Clayton, have I taught you no table manners over the years.” Judy smiles at him and Garland snorts.

“Nope!” He laughs but moves to the side so Judy can’t smack his arm. “Okay, okay. You have but this is who I am mother goose. I can’t change it.”

Garland actually laughs at this. Thomas has noticed that Garland is a rather soft spoken man, old with a round beer gut but still jolly. Kinda like Santa with the beard, but he doesn’t think Santa wears work overalls. Thomas also notices a bisexual flag pin on his old beat up hat. That must be the pin Clay talks about sneaking onto his dad's hat that he ‘never noticed’ Thomas suspects he did notice. But wants to support his son in any way he can. That makes Thomas feel so happy that he can’t explain it.

Later in the evening before the sun has fully set but the stars are out and bright, plus there is a full moon tonight lighting up the area with ease, Clay had excused himself to the restroom to clean the lipstick off his face while Garland and Thomas went outside to chat.

“Has Clayton told you anything about his last relationship?” Thomas shakes his head no watching as Garland sits down in an old rocking chair and lights a cigarette. Offering one to Thomas. He declines. “Well, she got him into a lot of trouble. Being the Sheriff daughter and all. Plus she had a temper and if I’m being honest I don’t think she ever actually liked Clayton.” He takes a drag and Thomas furrows his brow listening intently. “She only dated him for status, he was one other the only people targeted by the sheriff and he is black so she thought of him more as a chess piece to her rebellion than anything. She is pregnant now and I have a terrible feeling that…” Garland shakes his head, deciding not to tell Thomas what his theory is.

Clay walks out the door and finds them chatting.

“Not giving him the shovel talk are ya, Pa?” He smiles at Thomas and puts out his hand for him to take. “I’m gonna take him on a tractor ride because he has never been before.”

“I wasn't giving him no shovel talk but I am telling him he best respect you.” Clay smiles at his dad and nods. “Go on! I’m not keeping you from counting the cattle.”

“Ha Ha.” Clay rolls his eyes and drags Thomas over to the old looking tractor sitting by the entrance to the gate to the pasture. “Come on! There is somewhere I want to show you!” Clay got them settled, the tractor wasn't very large and it was old so he sat on Thomas’ lap as he started driving in the pasture.

“Comfy?”

“You are a very nice cushion.” Clay smiles as Thomas scoffs and wraps his arms around his waist pressing the side of his head to Clay back. He was having a great time but he was getting a bit uncomfortable from the old seat… and Clay’s ass bouncing up and down on his lap. The drive from a bit before his hard on became noticeable.

“Thomas… are you hard?” Clay can feel his cheeks heating up as he feels Thomas dick under him, ever since Thomas told him he loves him he has been wanting so have some passionate lovemaking… not necessarily on a tractor though. “Please don’t tell me tractors are you new kink.”

Thomas laughs into Clay back and smooths his hands down Clay's abdomen to rest on the top of his thighs. “Maybe not tractors but you bouncing in my lap sure does get me going.” He laughs as Clay pulls off into a grove. Trees surrounding a pond or lake, just a body of water. Wildflowers everywhere, not blooming but he could still smell them. Clay turns the tractor off and stands up doing his best to turn around to face Thomas and not trip on the petals.

“Want to do something about it? We are in a place that Leo and I call ‘Secret’ so we might as well.” Clay straddles Thomas, his arms resting on his shoulders as their faces are just inches apart, only the light of the moon is making them visible to each other. Thomas wastes no time gripping Clay ass and pulling him in for a ferocious kiss. They made out for a while, Thomas smirking into the kiss every once in a while from when he grabs Clay’s ass making him gasp a bit. Normally Clay was very pliant when kissing, very submissive and soft, today he was fighting Thomas for dominance over the kiss and it was incredible.

Thomas felt Clay’s hand slowly fall from his shoulder down to his waistband, unbuttoning his pants with one hand and unzipping them. Thomas rarely ever wore jeans but he felt it was appropriate for meeting parents. Clay ran his finger up and down the bit of Thomas’ underwear that was just behind where the zipper was, teasing him. Feeling his breath hitch Clay smirks, pulling away from the kiss.

“You gonna fuck me or do I have to do it myself?” Clay barley finished the sentence before Thomas somehow maneuvered him so he was on his knees on the tractor seat, resting his chest over the backrest making an ‘oof’ when his diaphragm hit the rest. “Hand me my phone.”

“Think you are gonna get bored?” Thomas raises a questioning eyebrow but hands Clay his phone from the cup holder.

“No… just thought Noelle would Like a video of us.” He smiles looking back at Thomas with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Thomas is stunned for a moment, suddenly whipping out his own phone and pulling up snapchat.

“You’re so smart.” Clay’s smile goes from mischievous to soft in a second, just before Thomas yanks down his pants. “Wait… We don’t have any lube.”

“Check my front pocket, I’ve been carrying it around all day.” Clay is poking around on his phone looking rather uninterested but below the surface he was the most excited he has been in a long time, his dream was to have someone love him, fuck him, and want him in Secret. It’s finally happening.

Thomas reaches into Clay's front pocket, placing a couple small kisses on his back as he does, pulling out a packet of lube he is a bit worried. “Is this gonna be enough to prep you and fuck you?” Clay doesn't answer, just whistling as he kicks his feet a bit, then Thomas sees it, a glint in the moonlight. He looks down and notices… Clay was wearing a plug. He loudly groaned and pressed his forehead to Clay's back. “You’re gonna kill me!” Clay laughs a bit.

“I actually would rather keep you alive for now.”

“For now!?” Clay laughs again.

“As long as I’m alive at least.” Thomas smiles and shakes his head, slowly pulling the plug from Clay. He watches the screen of his lover's phone how his face looks tense but relaxed at the same time. Thomas pulls his own pants down his thighs and tears open the packet of lube with his teeth and pours it onto his cock. Clay zooms in on him.

After spreading the lube on himself he wipes the extra off on Clay’s shirt who is about to protest but gasps as Thomas pushes into him in one smooth glide, not moving just waiting for Clay to adjust. Holding his shirt between his teeth Thomas opens his phone and starts recording with the flash as he starts moving in and out of Clay, slow but deep. Clay’s own recording is on his front facing camera on his face with flash, he actually forgets he is holding his phone for a moment and closes his eyes just enjoying the jolts of pleasure through his body. His phone dips a bit so it isn’t on his face anymore and Thomas stops moving altogether.

“Phone Clayton.” Clay swallows because Thomas never calls him by his full name unless he is in trouble, he fixes the angle without complaining and is rewarded with the deepest thrust yet. Moaning loudly he pushes back onto Thomas a bit and feels him start to speed up. Punching sounds out of him as his diaphragm hits the seat and Thomas’ cock knocks the wind out of him. He is making sure to put on a show as he starts sending the videos to the groupchat of him, Thomas and Noelle.

Thomas’ video also start sending, he is making sure the angle in the video is right to see him fucking clay, sometimes pulling out slow and fucking in fast. Sometimes pulling out fast and pushing in slow. He was taking Clay apart in ways he didn’t know possible.

Clay was getting close, after his third video to Noelle he starts getting shaky, he eyes are rolling back and his mouth is constantly slack. He is used to Thomas tossing out degrading shit when they fuck, and he loves it, but tonight Thomas was completely silent and it made Clay realize just how loud he is. Thomas drives a good three more hard thrusts right into Clay's prostate and then on the fourth he says pressing on it and grinds into it causing tears to fall from Clay’s eyes for the second time today. It sends Clay over the edge, cumming harder than he has in a while and that says a lot because he usually cums hard when he is with his partners.

Clay clenches around Thomas as he starts cumming and it sends him over the edge as well, sending the last video he leans forward and grips Clay's hips tightly as his body tenses. Once he is finished he slowly pulls out, neither of them being a fan of over stimulation, they both wince a bit.

“We don’t have anything to clean up with.” Thomas is thinking about using his shirt but that might be obvious to the parents.

“You could.. Put the plug back in, then use the dirty rag in the bottom of the cup holder for the seat.” Clay isn’t looking at Thomas, he probably thinks it's weird that Clay wants the plug back in. “Just… Just til we get back home.” Clay's face is burning with how embarrassed he is. Thomas thinks for a moment feeling his own face heat up, Clay wants everything he just put in him to stay in him… it was extremely hot but he didn’t know if that's how Clay saw it, taking the plug from his hand that was holding his phone, he help it between his ring and middle finger to make sure they didn’t lose it. He gulps down all his excitement that is threatening to make him hard again and watches closely as he uses his free hand to pull Clay open again. He slowly inserts the plug back into his boyfriend and lets out a shaky breath. How is he supposed to talk to Judy if he knows Clay is walking around with his baby juice still in him.

Oh god.

Clay slowly sits up and rolls his shoulders out, they are a bit stiff. Thomas wraps his arms around Clay's middle after they both pull up their pants and wipe off the seat, Clay’s head falls back on his shoulder, smiling sleepily.

“Hey,” Thomas pokes Clay’s cheek with his nose in a way of telling him he wants a kiss, turning his head Clay gives him a sweet chaste kiss smiling when they rub their noses for a moment. “I love you.” Clay turns around in the seat clumsily, just about falling off but thankful Thomas catches him by his belt loops and pulls him back onto the seat both laughing wildly. Smashing their lips together they are still laughing playfully biting each other's lips and noses.

“I love you too.”

Noelle woke up from her nap in one of her bigger fluffier bean bag chairs, it held her and probably would hold Thomas as well. Her phone was going nuts, sixteen snapchat notifications from Clay and Thomas. She sighs happily, still having an hour until dinner she was excited to talk to her boys, opening her app she clicks on that little purple square and it's a video of Clay's face, but then it zooms in on Thomas… lubing himself up. Sitting up a bit too fast and making herself dizzy, thanks anemia, she starts watching closer. Watching all the videos in full she is incredibly hot and uncomfortable, she curses as she tries to take a screenshot of Clay’s face and accidently closes her phone.

She watches closely at all of the videos, Thomas’ of his cock fucking Clay and Clay’s reaction to this on his own videos. She scrambles to her bag to pull out the gift Clay had gotten her from a fucking tiktok video. It was a rose toy, the first time she used it she came in a minute and a half, crying from how good it was at the same time. She decided to take a video of herself getting off to them… they would appreciate that.

Stripping out of everything except for the hoodie Thomas gave her over a year ago she gets to work. Setting the phone up on the fancy footboard of her bed she gets a bit camera shy, sitting there for a moment thinking about how bad she wishes she was with them. She also was nervous to use the rose on her own because it was really powerful and she didn’t know if she could actually keep it on herself long enough to actually finish.

Then she starts thinking about how Clay and Thomas will react to the video, definitely would get them going again and she would love to hear or maybe even see what they did. She is starting to think she is a bit of a voyeur… She take a deep breath and starts the video, She awkwardly waves at the camera, noticing how her hair is poking out of her hood over her head and she laughs, taking a deep breath she holds down the button on the rose for three seconds and she feels it turn on, buzzing in her hand. She spreads her legs and places the rose onto herself, instantly she knocks her head back on her headboard. Putting her free hand over her mouth to keep her from making noise she scrunches her brows and squeezes her eyes shut. Pressing harder she feels her legs start to shake and her abs clenching. Her toes start to curl and her eyes roll back as she already starts to fall off the edge, already being so turned on and the power of the rose being too much she cums taking the rose off her and curling forward as she shakes, shivering violently. She is breathing hard and feels around for her phone. Stopping the video she sends it to them with a little heart emoji. She looks at the time and smiles as she still has twenty minutes till dinner, she cleans up and gets dressed in something a bit nicer. Her face is still red and glowy but she doesn’t mind. She gets a notification and it's from Thomas in the chat, three drooling emojis and

‘I love you’.

Later on in the night after Judy and Garland have gone to bed and Thomas was on his phone just scrolling on tiktok, Clay got him addicted, the man himself walks into the room with arms full of snacks, placing them on the table in his room. His room was the size of the living room in the apartment, it had two red walls and two white. It seems like Clay has never been one for monogamy in any sense of the word. It had a large king size bed, on a fancy mahogany bed frame with fancy sheets and bedspread that don’t match in the slightest. A walk in closet that was full of clothes and trophies along with a gaming system and boxes with names on them full of little trinkets that Clay has found. Leo and Eloise's boxes are the only boxes left in there because Thomas, Noelle and Reg have all taken their boxes with them. Judy and Garland have a room full of things Clay has collected for them over his whole life.

“Did you get cleaned out? I want to make sure we pack the plug for home, I think we could have some good fun with that.” Thomas moves to the edge of the bed to sit with his feet touching the ground, about to get up to get some pretzel sticks. Clay had gone quiet, he was just chatting about how he was upset that his favorite heifer was sold and his parents forgot to tell him.

“Ummm… yeah.” Thomas senses something is off and motions for Clay to come over to him with his finger, Clay shuffles over to him between his legs, Thomas rests his hands on Clay hips and looks up at him. Clay is looking anywhere but him.

“Clay, what's wrong?” Clay sighs and looks down, Thomas ducks his head a bit to look Clay in the eyes, he looks worried. This made Thomas worry as well.

“I just- it's embarrassing.”

“What's embarrassing?” Clay starts to fidget, pressing the tips of his fingers in between his other fingers. Thomas takes his hands and gives them a squeeze.

“I still have the plug in… because I want you in me. Always.” Clay feels his cheeks heat up and he is waiting for Thomas to get grossed out but instead Thomas smiles at him.

“I don’t think that’s embarrassing, I think that's actually pretty hot.” Clay looks deep into Thomas eyes before moving onto the rest of his face just to see if he is lying, he realizes he is being truthful and tackles him back onto the bed. They eventually stop rolling with Clay on top of Thomas, they are both only in their boxers so there wasn’t much between them. Clay grinds down on Thomas as he feels him getting hard. Thomas goes to put his hands on Clay's hips but is stopped short, Clay pins his hands above his head smirking down at him.

“I’m in charge tonight, keep your hands here. I’m gonna undress us.” Clay shimmies down the shocked Thomas’ body, yanking his boxers off and tossing them over his shoulder, doing the same with his own. He lays down and slowly takes the plug out of himself after scurrying over to get the lube causing Thomas to laugh.

“You’re so cute.” Thomas lays there buzzing with excitement, He jumps a bit when the cold lube hits his way to hard cock and makes a sound of offense when Clay snickers at him. Swinging his leg over Thomas and not even pausing as he sinks down on him. Humming happily. Thomas can’t help it when he goes to move his hands again but Clay pins them back to the bed.

“You should learn to- listen” Clay is moving his hips not even stopping to take a breath. Thomas was groaning under him. Clay has not ridden him yet and it is so different, Thomas was definitely not in control and Clay was so hot being so bossy. Noelle is teaching him things. He was the one gasping and begging for more and Clay was the one giving yet receiving at the same time. He was in his own state, yeah Thomas could put him into a submissive mood with just a simple gesture but he was enjoying this. Clay eventually lets go of his hands but Thomas keeps them there as he watches Clay just focus on fucking himself. His arms stretched over his head, one coming down to glide down his chest and to tug his own neglected cock every once in a while but he was dragging this out because he was in control.

Eventually Clay takes one of Thomas' hands and moves it to his dick, Thomas starts to jerk him off causing his rhythm to stutter. He was moaning and his head was falling back, Thomas started meeting his thrusts and he groaned. He was getting close, he was about to tell Thomas this when he suddenly felt a heat filling him up, his eyes snapped open and he saw Thomas’ mouth open and his head tipped back.

He just came… before Clay did! That never happens!

The feeling of Thomas cumming in him, and the thought that Clay made him come first for the first time ever. He spurts onto Thomas’ stomach, flopping forward and putting all his weight onto Thomas.

“We” Clay was still catching his breath as Thomas kissed all over his face, sweaty and breathing hard he smiled. “We can clean up, but I want you in me when we fall asleep.” Thomas’ heart soared at the thought, this new kink of Clay’s was quite nice, not gonna lie. They clean up and snuggle into bed in a spoon position, Thomas hard and in Clay as he falls asleep, driving him mad!

After Thomas is positive Clay is asleep and he has gone soft he pulls out and rolls over so his back to Clay and calls Noelle. A couple of rings and she answers sounding groggy.

“Noelle! So much just happened! Clay has a fucking warming kink! A WARMING KINK!” He whispers yells as she snorts at him but tells him to go on. “He just pinned me to the bed after having a plug in after we fucked on the tractor! He fucked himself on me! I Came BEFORE him!”

“And I missed all this just to see my dad kick Leo out of the house! That’s dumb! You guys better do it again when I’m home because I was to see that! Anyways I need to rest because tomorrow will be long and boring and tense. Goodnight I love you.”

“Good luck and Goodnight Sugar Tits.” Noelle laughs at him.

“I love you too.”

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Pasta and Dinner Parties

"Edamame," Theo says.

"The fuck did you just call me?" Blaise’s face contorted quicker than a shifting boggart.

Another eye roll. “The pasta, it’s made from edamame.” Theo pronounces it with a certain twinge of pomposity that would have Percy Weasley reeling. Too many syllables. Vowels too lengthy. “Type of soybean, I reckon.” 

"IT'S NOT PASTA!" Blaise’s roar shook the walls of the foyer.

Pansy snorts into her mug. “I don’t know about you, but I think this dinner will go swimmingly.”

Draco and Hermione have reached a domestic milestone. They've finally decided to move in together. Draco invites her over for dinner, but what would a little Slytherin hospitality be without some sugar and spice?

Rated M for language and discussions of heavy topics in future chapters

Full fic + updates on AO3

"Luna sent a box of these over, wonderful isn't she?" If lovesick eyes had a picture to accompany the definition, Theodore Nott’s face would be front and center. In his left hand, he held an empty cardboard carton with a sticky note adhered to the front flap. 

Simmer for 10 minutes with a sprig of rosemary and a teaspoon of salt. Keeps away the balfspracks. 

Blaise rubs his eyes. It’s half-past five and he’s already had it with Theo. Had it. Patience wore down to the bone. Basta. Finite incantatem. In all honesty, he’d gladly throw himself in front of a flying—

A shorter figure crept up from behind. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she gives her boyfriend a peck on the cheek, which seems to loosen the wrinkles settling over his forehead. 

"Ladies," Pansy jests, mediating the arguments between the two as always. "I'm sure there's more than enough pasta to go around." 

"Not pasta," Blaise muttered. He tried to concentrate on the lingering warmth Pansy’s lips left on his face. The poor bloke sounded like he was about to hurl.  

At this, Theo rolled his eyes and waved dismissively. “Yes, yes, yes, you can flaunt your Italian heritage some other time, now let me work my culinary magic!” 

Blaise takes a deep breath. High blood pressure, he remembered Pansy saying. Need to stay calm. "Mate, I love you, I really do, but if you don't tell me what those green things swimming about in my favorite crockpot are, you have another thing coming."

"You used a crockpot to boil pasta?" Pansy’s head popped up from behind Blaise’s shoulder. Her nose wrinkled like she’d caught a whiff of something foul. 

“Not pasta.” Blaise was a broken record.

Draco groaned from the living room. The headache from earlier evolved into a full-blown migraine by the time lunch was over. His eyeballs were absolutely throbbing. He jammed the heels of his hands into his eye sockets as if it would relieve any of the aching. To no avail. 

"Granger's coming over in half an hour and we’ve yet to transfigure a dining table." He verbalized his misery in as simple terms as he could. Sitting on the living room couch, he calculated the farthest distance from the kitchen and found himself just a few feet away. Problem with having a small flat. He couldn't find it in himself to raise his voice. Not with the demon baby currently going stir-crazy with a gavel in his skull. 

He questioned his level of sobriety when he agreed to this.

Meeting Hermione Granger’s parents had been less stressful than this. 

Introducing her to his mother was a Christmas tree full of Christmas presents compared to this. 

Sitting in a train compartment with 2nd-year Hufflepuffs sounded more bearable than this. 

Why, oh why, did he have to open his big mouth that night? 

“Seems proper that I’d at least get to share dinner with them before we move in together,” Hermione shrugged. Her hair was still damp from her—their—shower. Stray curls escaped, framing the curves of her face. Draco loved how her sheets always smelled like her soap. The scent of her shampoo was reserved for the pillowcases. 

“Come over for dinner,” he suggested. Quite impulsively, really. “Allow me to treat you to an evening of... Slytherin hospitality.” Draco’s trademark grin served him well. Resting on his side, Draco was propped up on one elbow with no shirt and sheet draped over his bottom half. She wanted to believe he was wearing briefs underneath. He looked absolutely wicked. 

Hermione scowled tentatively but surrendered with a smile. Her chest rose before she let out a sigh. “Well, I’d be lying if I said I’d experienced an inkling of that before.” Mirth graced her tone. 

The embers from the fireplace bounced off of her bare skin like rays of summer sun; warm and welcoming. Draco’s fingers fondled the strap of her bra, the only thing she was wearing, and earned a breathy giggle from her. Tugging the lace down, he sat up and started pressing a trail of kisses along her skin. Goosebumps erupted where his lips traced her flesh. The bath had stained her skin; she tasted of rosewater and honey. 

Hermione let out a hmph and tried to focus on the book she was holding. She developed a knack for knowing when he craved attention. Whenever Draco came over, he turned into a literal child. Always nagging and begging for her every time he got the chance. If she wasn’t superglued to his side, Hermione would bet a million galleons he’d throw a fit. 

“Turn around and face me instead. I don’t fancy being smothered by your hair while we sleep.” 

“How do you turn on the stove?”

“Granger, help me fix the antenna!” 

“Could you take a look at this spot on the back of my head? I might be balding.” 

“Granger, I think I nicked myself on the aluminium.” 

“If you weren’t wearing so many clothes, we’d probably warm up faster. Becoming a pair of popsicles isn’t exactly on my bucket list.” 

This time around, his demands were very clear. 

“Pay attention to me.” 

Hermione’s eyes shot up from her book. Shock painted her features like a splash of cold water. 

She blinks once. Twice. Three times for good measure. And then, her lips break into a blinding smile, pearly whites and all. The corners of her eyes curl into half-moons and her whole body shakes with glee. 

Sweet Merlin, he was fucked. 

Setting her book down on the nightstand, Hermione sits up straight and looks at Draco expectantly. He sits unmoved beside her. Staring. Admiring. Waiting. The cheeky grin that etches into her face is one Draco would give the world to see every day. 

Draco leans back against the headboard and stretches his legs out towards the foot of the bed. Scooting closer to her, she flips her leg over his awaiting lap. She’s straddling him in the span of two seconds. The feel of her bare flesh against his is utter bliss. 

Her arms wrap around his neck like a koala bear and her head nestles into the crook of his neck. Despite lathering him in her soap, he still smelled like Draco. All these years of dating and she still couldn’t put her finger on the bevy of aromas. 

Draco mirrors her actions like a reflection, one and the same. His arms make her feel so incredibly small when encased in them. Like a bear cub. Or a kangaroo in a pouch. Maybe mammals would be an appropriate term to generalize how warm and safe she felt in his embrace, but it wasn’t the most attractive or poetic—

“I thought we finished showering earlier,” he sighs into her hair. “Why is there steam coming off your head?”

She blows a puff of air into his neck and he jolts at the sensation. Ticklish. Draco knew that secret would die with Hermione and she was honored to keep it. Unless it served her in times of duress. 

“I was just thinking about how safe I am when I’m with you.” The tip of her nose brushes against the junction above his throat and feels his heartbeat, delicate but strong. 

Da-dum.

Da-dum.

Da-dum.

Pulling back, he slides his left hand along her cheek and she leans into it like second nature. Hermione raises her right hand and cradles it over his. The way it pales in proportion almost makes him break into laughter. When she presses open-mouthed kisses down his bare wrist, Draco resists the urge to take her right then and there. It’s too perfect of a moment to ruin. Not tonight. 

She’s even more tender when her lips reach his scar. The marred flesh that takes him back to his inescapable past. A reminder of everything wrong he’s been taught since childhood; everything bad in this world; everything wrong he’s done throughout his entire life. 

But more importantly, it’s a symbol of how much good was left in this dismal world. 

It’s a battle scar that reminds him that he lived.

Something that motivates him to keep trying. 

A reminder of how despite being swallowed by the darkness that plagued the world, he chose to hold onto light. 

A reminder of how above everything, he chose Hermione and Hermione chose him. 

He takes a moment to look at her, really look at her, and melts. 

Hermione is a vision actualized. He sees the dreams and aspirations swirl about her irises in flickers. Roaming freely and always there when you needed them. He wants to bask in them. Relish in them. In her. For as long as she’ll keep him, no matter how infinitely small or finitely large. He’d burn through galaxies if it meant seeing her happy and safe. Anything and everything he could provide for her was his to offer. She need only ask. 

Draco Malfoy was wholly and irrevocably head over heels for Hermione Granger.

Magic and might, save him. 

No really, save him.

What the bloody hell was that infernal yapping? 

"I, for one, thought it would be better to go to an Italian restaurant, but Blaise here," Theo quipped. “—wanted to dish out his non-existent cooking skills,” He paused to stir the pot. “At least Luna was kind enough to—”

Blaise stomped his foot on the kitchen tiles. Miracle they hadn’t cracked yet. There was no point in trying to hide his tantrum. “Just because my ancestors were Italian doesn’t mean I’m a master chef!” He narrows his eyes. “Honestly Theo—” The words die in his throat when Theo fishes out a noodle from the pot. Maybe it’s just his eyes playing tricks on him but he swears it flipping wiggles. “What in Merlin’s great magical kingdom is that abomination and why the ever-loving fuck is it green?” 

Pansy gave his cheek a pat. “Colorful, Blaise. Truly” 

"Edamame," Theo says. 

"The fuck did you just call me?" Blaise’s face contorted quicker than a shifting boggart.

Another eye roll. “The pasta, it’s made from edamame.” Theo pronounces it with a certain twinge of pomposity that would have Percy Weasley reeling. Too many syllables. Vowels too lengthy. “Type of soybean, I reckon.” 

"IT'S NOT PASTA!" Blaise’s roar shook the walls of the foyer. 

Pansy snorts into her mug. “I don’t know about you, but I think this dinner will go swimmingly.” 

A crash echoes from the kitchen and Theo lets out a screech that rivals grindylows. 

Pansy takes a long, calm sip. Likely pumpkin juice. Draco wouldn’t be surprised if it were laced with some pre-appetizer spirits. How she managed to deal with Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dum was beyond him. Hell, he needed some right about now. At least to dial down the nerves. Not to mention the spike in blood pressure provoked by his flatmates. 

The remaining minutes pass like clockwork and before he knows it, the front door dings. Never has a bell sounded more menacing than now. Why is he so nervous? She’s met them a few times before and they’ve definitely shared rounds of drinks. No doubt, gone to Diagon Alley with Parkinson, Lovegood, and Weasley. The tolerable one. 

Did he clean his room? 

Theo promised to dust right after tea but the bloke was delusional about everything except Lovegood. A bit poetic, not that Draco ever cared to admit it. 

Pansy and Blaise stopped by the market yesterday and restocked the pantries and fridge. 

And then Luna dropped off her bag of goodies this morning. 

“She’s early.” Theo stuck his head out from the kitchen. Why was he covered in flour? 

So many questions. Draco didn’t even care to know the answers to half of them. 

“She’s always early when she’s excited.” 

The three stooges stand shell shocked and stare at Pansy. They just stare. 

She blinks like an owl and shakes her head. “Honestly, are you three just going to stand there or is someone’s boyfriend going to get the door?” 

Draco’s brain registers the words too late for his liking. He’s dead sober but his brain is all fuzzy. Just as she’s about to knock for a second round, Draco’s feet propel him to the door so fast a whip of apparition cracks. 

The door clicks open to reveal a dazzling frame. Hermione Granger is, to say the least, an unreal figment of everything good in the world. War heroine, member of the Order of the Phoenix, magical, academic, and practical genius, pure in mind and soul, and his girlfriend. His girlfriend. His. Donning a pair of black leggings and a flowing cream blouse, she’s bundled in a beige trench coat and blush pink scarf. Dark mahogany brown ankle boots boost her height by a few centimeters. Draco still overshadows her by a good head or two. Nevertheless, it’s a thoughtful effort. She’s holding a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine. 

“Hello—woah!’ 

Draco’s arms are around her instantly and she’s brought into the house. His broad shoulders envelop her into a cloaked embrace that lets his scent wash over her. He never wants to let go. 

Initially surprised at the abrupt shift in balance, Hermione relaxes into his hold within seconds. He still smells like her soap and Draco and… smoking?

“Blaise!” a female voice shrieks. “Don’t just stand there Theo, do something!” 

A cloud of smoke—contained by a bubble charm, thanks to Pansy—swirls above the stovetop, large and foreboding. The source? A deep green crockpot placed on one of the burners.

Wait. Why is a crockpot on the burner? Hermione wonders.

“I told you we needed to salt the water and add the rosemary! Now you’ve got balfspracks all over the bloody place!” Theo’s voice changed from panic to mockery. He turned his nose upright and growled in a nasal tone. “‘Oh, salt is acceptable, but rosemary? Unacceptable. A disgrace to all cuisine Italian. May as well—’”

Draco pinches the bridge of his nose. By the end of the day, he’d probably have to ask Hermione to heal his bruises. “Bloody hell…” 

“Oh, it’s my fault now, is it?” Hermione realizes Blaise’s name suits him very well. Almost too well. In any other life, he might have been sorted into Gryffindor with that fiery temperament. “Next time we have a guest over, we’re ordering take-out. From Hogsmeade!” 

“Someone help me get rid of this burnt pot of—whatever the hell pasta Theo was making,” Pansy gags while trying to contain the swelling bubble. The scent is overwhelming. Something between seaweed and polyjuice. Perhaps a vile mixture of the two. 

“EDAMAME!” 

“NOT PASTA!” 

Draco can’t tell whether he wants to burst into laughter or cry. Maybe he’ll do both. Hermione was there to wipe away the snot or tears, regardless of whichever it would end up being. 

Giving him a chase kiss, Hermione placed the gifts in his hands and made her way to the lounge. Draco was going to kill them. He was going to kill them dead.

She pulled out her want and raised it towards the giant orb of smoke, confidence igniting her eyes. Her wand moved as if it were on its own, guided purely by magic and intent with an undeniable essence of Granger. She draws a broad circle that covers the entire room and summons the wisps of smoke like a magnet. The ashy tendrils of burnt food claw their way out of the floorboards and ceiling cracks, latching on for as long as they can before they’re drawn out Aiming towards the ajar door, the coils of smoke and singe are thrown out the entrance with a deafening gust. 

A single strand of hair falls out of her ponytail. 

She blows it out of her eyes with a single, deliberate puff. 

The corner of her lip quirks upwards the slightest. 

It’s so fast you’d miss it if you blinked. 

If Draco wasn’t so overcome with the urge to skin his friends, he’d dive in there right now and kiss her numb. 

The flat has returned to an atmosphere of calm. 

“Fucking finally,” Draco mutters out loud. Not intentionally but he doesn’t regret it one bit. 

Pansy, Theo, and Blaise resemble owls; wide eyes, unmoving bodies, twitching necks that swivel side to side. 

Theo breaks the silence with something along the lines of a chortle. “Welcome to our humble abode, Granger.” 

“Pleasure to have you here,” Blaise adds. His hands are still clenched around Theo’s shirt collar. 

Pansy is still trying to catch her breath having inhaled a hefty amount of the fumes. Blaise and Theo had probably tumbled around the living room enough to avoid the thick of it. Still, she refuses to let it impede on her hostess abilities. 

“Hermione!” Pansy coughs. “Why don’t you and Draco check out upstairs while—” she pauses to glare daggers at the two boys covered in God knows what, “—we deal with the mess down here.” 

Hermione draws out the excess smoke from Pansy’s clothes and hair with a swish of her wand. The next thing she does makes the three boys’ jaws unhinge. They bring each other into a warm hug and laughter rings in the air.

“It’s good to see you too, Pans,” Hermione breathes. Draco was definitely going to have a fit over this later.

Hermione gives Theo and Blaise a shy wave. Hopefully, they’d understand. In any other instance, she’d be more than happy to rid their clothes of the stench. They wouldn’t even have to ask. But this was Pansy Parkinson and if Hermione knew Pansy Parkinson, she knew that the Slytherin would want to drag on punishment as long as possible before even thinking of succumbing to forgiveness. 

Hermione Granger’s stubbornness coupled with her Gryffindor loyalty? 

She’ll be damned if she lets either waver when surrounded by friends. 

Draco clears his throat forcefully and offers his arm. “Upstairs then, shall we?” 

Hermione loops her arm through his and grins. It’s contagious and Draco already feels his anger ebb into affection. 

She speaks almost as lightheartedly as the wand movement for a levitation charm. "We shall." 

[my-unmanageable-mischief]

I Liked You So Much, We Lost It

For Moonlightmusic1p1 who requested : Hi, I was wondering whether you could do a draco x reader, but based on the song 'I Liked You So Much, We Lost It' by Ysabelle, I just thought it would be a good idea that's all, :)

Mostly angst, some soul searching, and personal resolution. 

Draco Malfoy x Reader

I like your eyes you looked away 

when you pretended to care

I like the dimples on the corners

Of the smile that you wear

You wore them more with her

You sat in the great hall, Draco beside you, Parkinson across from him and Zabini across from you. You had been trying to tell Draco something for well over five minutes now, trying to cut into the conversation of the other three, but everytime you did you were cut off or talked over. Every time you tried to speak, Draco would glance at you, his grey eyes blank as you attempted to interject, but once someone else began to talk again he would look away. You were growing frustrated with your boyfriend, who most days, didn’t feel like your boyfriend. 

Parkinson said something, you didn’t catch it, caught up in your own misery, and Draco laughed. You smiled smally at his smile- which never ceased to make you happy, even if you weren’t the one making him smile. You tried again.

“Draco-” You were cut off by the shrill laughter of Pansy, who reached across the table to nudge a smirking Draco. Your small smile vanished, and you looked down at your lap. Forget it, it wasn’t even worth trying. You remained silent for the rest of lunch, pushing your food around on your plate, and barely even looking up. As you were leaving, Draco put a hand on your arm, raising an eyebrow. 

“Hm?” You questioned, barely looking at him. 

“What’s your problem today?” He asked, frowning, you shrugged, continuing to walk, forcing him to follow you. 

“Nothing, I’m fine,” 

“Whatever you say,” He rolled his eyes. 

I like your shirt, the one I gave you

Can't forget how smell

But now on different shoulders hang

The jacket I used to wear

You skipped every meal for a week when you and Draco broke up, you couldn't bear to see him, you couldn’t bear to have to sit alone at the Slytherin table, watching him continue on like nothing had even happened. In classes you took to sitting in the back of the room, watching him sadly from afar as he continued to laugh and joke with his friends. 

On the tenth day, you felt like the hole in your chest was finally beginning to close when you saw it, Pansy wearing his jumper at dinner. It made your stomach churn, and you had to get up, rushing from the room. You didn’t care who saw you run, but you knew they couldn’t see you cry. So you stowed away in the ladies room, in the corner stall and let it all out. You cried into your hands, gagging slightly on your tears as you gasped for air. It was the first time you had let yourself cry since he broke up with you, but it wouldn’t be the last. 

You went to bed that night feeling empty and completely spent. You couldn’t stand the looks of pity your dormmates had given you when you returned to your room that night, so you had drawn your curtains shut, blocking them all out. It would be okay, eventually, it had to be. 

I loved you for so long,

Sometimes it's hard to bear

But after all this time,

I wish you well from here

You didn’t want to sound pathetic, but getting over Draco Malfoy was one of the hardest things you had ever had to do, and you had to do it on your own. No one else, nothing else brought you comfort. Eventually you began to grow from it. His smile still brought you joy, when you’d see him laughing in the common room or during lessons, sometimes you even allowed yourself to smile to yourself like you used to. 

He was your first love. He always would be. But at the end of the day you were happy that he was happy, and you were learning to be happy too, on your own. He and Parkinson were official now, holding hands in public, whispering to each other how he used to whisper to you. Sometimes it still made your chest ache, but you told yourself to get over it. Draco didn’t love you anymore, if he ever did. Not like you had loved him. 

And while you missed him, missed what you had together, you knew you could never go back- you had to go forward, without him. You wished him well, you really did. You just didn’t understand why it had to be her and not you. 

I loved you every minute, every second

Loved you everywhere and any moment

Always and forever was just for a moment 'Cause

I was not the one 

I don't know how 

I loved you 'til the last of snow disappeared 

Missed you on the rainy days of the year

Never knew of pain like this

But I've got to know

Thought I loved you so, 

Why did you go?

They say time heals all wounds, but that isn’t true. Sometimes at night you still felt as empty as you did in the first few days you were broken up. You had loved him, you had given that relationship your everything, and looking back on it, it was clear to you now. He never gave the same to you. 

You tried to date again, soon after it ended, just to show everyone that you could, but your heart wasn’t in it, and you couldn’t do to someone what Draco had done to you. So it didn’t last. You were beginning to find solace in your independence though. You were doing better in classes, spending time studying and completing assignments. You were growing closer to yourself, keeping a journal. You were growing. 

You didn’t want to be his friend, not that he really tried, but occasionally you would catch each other’s eye across the room, and you would remember all you shared. You offered each other polite smiles. Sometimes you wanted to go to him, to thank him. To thank him for everything he had been to you, for all your firsts. First love, first kiss, first heartbreak. You wanted to thank him for the time you spent together, and you wanted to thank him for who you were now. But you knew he wouldn’t understand, so you thanked yourself. Thanked yourself for being resilient, for getting through it, for making /yourself/ who you were today. Despite him. 

I hate the way you let us go,

Like it was all just nothing 

I hate the way you hit the notes,

But not the words I'm saying

I hate the little things

Like when I'm unaware

I still remember how 

We broke so perfectly

Sometimes you hated yourself, for letting yourself love him. You loved him even when he didn’t love you. You knew that no matter how much you grew or changed, or got over it that a small part of your heart would always remain his. 

But sometimes you hated him more. You hated him for how things were while you were dating, he was good to you, but he was never yours. You hated how he ended it. How he spoke, like he was discussing the weather. He never showed an ounce of emotion, and you didn’t know if it was because he didn’t care or he couldn’t care. 

You hated how he didn’t listen to you, how he never heard what you were saying even when he did. You could talk about your relationship’s problems for hours- going in circles- not resolving anything. It had been so long now, a whole school year had come and gone, yet you still cared. And that’s what you hated the most. You could see he was struggling, and it hurt you not knowing what was causing it. Sometimes you wished you could go to him, to ask him what was wrong. To ask him if anyone else even noticed something was wrong, but you didn’t. 

Sometimes you could still picture the moment it ended like it happened yesterday. It came to you in waves, when you least expected it. In the shower, alone in bed at night when everyone else was asleep. You didn’t shed tears now. 

In a world still full of life, i see color

In a bit of time cause we deserve better

Always and forever when the right one comes 

Because part of loving you is letting go

Years had passed now. You rarely thought of Draco. You were happy, you had a partner whom you loved and cared for deeply. And they loved and cared for you in ways he never did. You were happy. 

One day, walking hand and hand with them in Diagon Alley and you saw him. The girl he was with wasn’t Parkinson, you heard they broke up right after graduation. She was pretty, and they looked happy. He was smiling, and looking at her, only her. You couldn’t help but to smile to yourself- his happiness would always make you happy. That was something time wouldn’t change. He glanced your way, and you caught his eye and his smile faltered slightly, you smiled at him anyway. 

He offered you a nod and small wave, and you returned it. Closure was a myth but this was the closest you had come to feeling it. 

“Friend of yours?” Your partner asked and you turned, looking at them with a small smile. 

“An old friend.” You agreed, squeezing their hand, and they squeezed back, returning the smile. 

“Wanna go say hello?” They offered and you considered it for a moment. No hello or goodbye would ever change what you had gone through with that boy. You shook your head, nudging your partner. 

“Nah,” And so you continued walking. Happy he was happy, but happier that you were happy too.

[jamilelucato]

warning [G.W.]

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Words: 3.362

Requested: yes

I personally like the idea of George with an outcast Slytherin who’s friends with the other houses

Summary: George has a crush on a Slytherin girl that doesn’t seem as evil as his twin think she is.

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this one and I actually liked it? A lot? I don’t know why I’m using question marks, I’m just genuinely surprised. MY GIF!

+ (y/h/c) is “your hair colour” and (y/e/c) is “your eye colour”

George Weasley always thought y/N y/L/N was attractive. The first time he saw her, he was up in his broom, about to play Quidditch against Slytherin, and his eyes just locked with hers, even though she was far away.

She was sitting in the bleachers with a very green t-shirt, screaming, although George couldn't hear her. She seemed excited, her (y/h/c) hair swaying all around.

After that match — that Gryffindor won, much to y/N's disappointment — he knew he had to find you around the school. At first, he didn't believe you were a Slytherin. He only saw you two times after the first time he saw you, and both of those times you were not wearing a uniform, but talking to Hufflepuffs, so he just concluded that you were just friends with one of the Slytherin's players, instead of from that house yourself.

It was only when Fred, his twin, walked in the common room, complaining, that he found out the truth.

"I can't believe it! How dare that stupid snake...!" Fred walked in shouting, not caring if anyone there was listening. "Stupefy me! How dare she!"

George decided to ask his brother what was happening since he didn't see Fred that shaken in a very long time.

"A stupid girl from Slytherin stupefied me! In front of everyone!" outcried his twin, sitting down next to George.

"Who?" George asked, no longer interested in his homework. Not that he ever was, to begin. "Why?"

"I don't recall her name... she's that weird one, shy. From the fifth year," Fred said, struggling to remember something remarkable about the girl, "she has (y/h/c) hair and (y/e/c) eyes."

Fred had to say no more; George immediately knew who he meant. It could only be her if he could recognise you just with some words. He wouldn't have described you as weird, but he understood that, given the circumstances, his brother would have never complimented you.

"She's a Slytherin?" George asked, still surprised. He didn't know your name — that was a problem he still had to figure out — but knowing you were a Slytherin made things a little easier.

Except it didn't. A Slytherin? George fancied a girl from the worst house, a girl that now had attacked his twin? He couldn't believe it.

"Haven't you heard what I just said?" Fred was slowly calming down. "Anyway, I was there, you know, offering our newest product for the kids — and you know, it wasn't even for her!"

George was trying hard to follow his brother's explanation and picture you in the middle of the scene.

"And the instant the Ravenclaw little boy ate it, of course, as we planned, he started turning yellow, but like, really yellow, and she just snapped!" Fred continued, gesturing with his hands now and then. "She asked me to reverse it, but I said the spell would eventually go away naturally. She didn't like it; she took out her wand and stupefied me! I didn't have time to do anything!"

George stared at his brother, shocked with what he had just heard. The girl from his dreams, attacking his brother just because of a little joke, and she was a Slytherin. The day was already bad because he hadn't seen you, but now, it was worse.

"George, say something," Fred called his brother attention.

"Huh? Fred, are you sure there wasn't something more?" he asked, not wanting to picture you as the bad guy. "Did you force the boy to eat it?"

"What? No, I'd never, brother!" Fred answered, getting up. "Doesn't matter, I'll never sell things around the Sytherins's common room door. Too dangerous."

Fred left, complaining to everyone he found in his way about the Slytherin girl, but George stayed on the couch, still surprised with the new information he had just got. What would he do now? At least, he was glad it was just a crush, and he could manage to get over it since he even didn't know your name.

He would manage. Yeah.

***

Oh boy, was George wrong!

Trying to forget about you was one of the hardest things he had ever tried doing. Firstly, because Fred didn't stop whining to him about you — he couldn't get over the spellcasting — and he wanted to plan a prank against you. Secondly, because, now that he knew where to find you, around the Slytherins, he seemed to see your face more and more, all over the school.

Fred was the one that found your name out, much to George's worries. Having a face was hard to get over, but having a name to the face was ten times harder.

"y/N y/L/N," Fred said, before sitting down, forcing George to diverge his eyes from you, sitting at the other side of the room.

"What?"

"The Slytherin girl we're goin' to prank. That's her name. Angelina just told me," explained Fred, filling his plate with everything offered for breakfast.

"Do we have to?" George just wanted to get over you, and the only way he was going to be able to do that was forgetting about your existence, and Fred made it more arduous.

"Do I need to remind you—"

"— that she stupefied you," George interrupted his brother, tired of hearing about it, "Yeah, I know it."

"We all know it," added Ron. "You know, for someone who hated being defeated by a girl, you do a horrible job at hiding it. Look at Malfoy, he doesn't tell everyone about the time Hermione punched him."

"I wasn't defeated!" shouted Fred, stuffing his mouth with food.

But the table didn't seem convinced.

***

Y/N was playing gobstones in the yard when George caught her eye. He seemed to be doing it a lot lately, and she could imagine what was coming for her. Probably Fred and George's worst revenge prank ever.

However, she didn't look away. She let her eyes stare into George's, wondering how long would they both be able to hold it.

Her Hufflepuff friend called her name, but she didn't break the eye contact, because she felt deeply curious. She was sure that it was George and not Fred because Fred wouldn't have been able to read her so well as the other twin was doing. He wasn't angry; he didn't look at her like he wanted her dead. Instead, his stare seemed to send chills all over y/N's body, and she wondered why.

"y/N? Are you still there?" her friend called again, "'cause I just won."

You shook your head.

"I'm sorry, what?" you asked, finally breaking the eye contact with George.

"Never mind," sighed the friend, knowing it was a lost cause to wait for y/N's attention when she was spacing out like that.

***

"Ok, so listen," Fred started, jumping in George's bed just before they went to sleep. "I want to give y/N a taste of her own medicine."

George had to blink a couple of times before focusing on his twin.

"You will stupefy her?"

"Exactly!" Fred was happy that his twin understood him so fast.

"How are you gonna do it though?" George asked, supporting his back in the headboard.

"Well, I was planning to corner her after dinner tomorrow," his twin was talking a lot excited about his idea as if he had spent the whole day thinking about it.

Fred went on about how he had noticed that you were generally the last to leave the feast — George had observed it too. It appeared that you had a lot of friends in other houses but was never brave enough to approach them when their house table was full, so you waited for it to get less crowded before sitting down with your friends.

George tried to persuade his brother to give up — it appeared to be too much work just to revenge on a girl that was trying to defend a Ravenclaw — but Fred didn't want to give up. And so, they went to bed with it all planned, but George couldn't sleep.

He kept on thinking that he should warn you about it, and if that was the case, then he needed to talk to you, and that was going to be a test to his anxiety.

***

At breakfast in the next day, George kept staring at you, waiting for something to happen, some situation that would force you two to talk, but that never happened.

He thought he would be able to talk to you during classes, but he was a year older than you, so the chances of you two meeting were practically zero. He had to get his ass to follow you and corner you himself.

The only problem was: he didn't think he was brave enough for that.

Nonsense! You are in Gryffindor for a reason, he thought, before breathing hard and gathering the nerves to find you.

Once classes were over, he had some free minutes without his brother — with the excuse of going to the restroom before dinner.

He wandered around, taking ten minutes to find you.

You were sitting in the yard, with a bunch of other students around and you all talked excitedly. George noticed that only you were a Slytherin; the rest of the group were Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs, and there was even a boy from Gryffindor — he recognized it to be Neville, a friend of Ron.

He swallowed, feeling each nerve ending tingle. Warn you was the right thing to do but did he have to? You knew how to defeat his brother the first time — perhaps you could do it a second time.

But then, there was no escape. Your gaze met his since George was still standing across the yard. He thought that you mistook him initially, or at least that's what it looked like since you stared at him angrily.

Gently, your expression relaxed, and George hoped it meant that you knew he was him, not Fred. He scratched his head as he walked towards you.

"y/N, I'm sorry to disturb, but..." George felt his cheeks turning red as he spoke, "could I talk to you for a minute? In private?"

You looked around, at your friends, who seemed to care less about George's presence and agreed to talk to him.

"What's it?" you asked, keeping your voice low even though you two had walked away from your group of friend.

"I wanted to warn you about my brother, Fred," started George, diverging from your eyes, scared that he would not be able to tell everything if he kept looking into your (y/e/c) eyes. "He wants to stupefy you after dinner."

You looked distrusted at him.

"Why should I believe you?"

George sighed. "I wouldn't lie about this. Unlike my twin, I don't think you deserve his revenge.," he said, still avoiding her eyes. "I feel like you were just protecting your friend, I don't think you wanted to hurt Fred."

"You don't?" she asked, her eyes sparkling as his eyes met hers.

It felt as if they were looking at each other for the first time. The chills were there, this time stronger, if possible. George's red hair fell in front of his eyes, and y/N had to resist the urge to reach it.

His eyes wandered over all her body; for the first time in years, that didn't make her feel self-conscious. If anything, she liked knowing he was contemplating her. Seeing the smile that appeared in his lips only made her like it even more.

"You don't think I was just mean to your brother?" you asked again. "I am a Slytherin, after all."

"Do you want me to think you were just a bad girl?" George replied, raising a brow. Although it was supposed to be a rude question, y/N could only think how hot it was to have George calling her bad girl.

"No, 'course!" you quickly said. "I'm glad your first thought was that I was defending my friend," you played with your hair, nervously, and that caused George to feel a different kind of excitement he was not expecting. "Toby is a first-year Ravenclaw, but I know him since he was a baby — our moms are friends."

George raised his brows and pressed his lips together, absorbing the information.

Y/N couldn't be evil if you were friends with all houses and probably was your mom. That made his heart warm. He could like you. Not only he could, he already did. Who was he kidding? Even with his twin complaining at his ear, George kept fancying you.

"Well," he faked coughed, "that was what I came to tell you. I have to go before Fred thinks something is wrong."

You agreed, shaking your head up and down as he walked away, but you couldn't just move. George could be gone, but now you had to think of a way to protect yourself.

***

Fred and George waited, even when Angelina, Ron, Lee and Harry had left. They stayed sat, pretending to be still eating. The Great Hall wasn't completely empty when y/N finally got up from the Hufflepuff table and headed out.

"Are you sure about it, Freddie?" George asked as he and the twin got up.

"It will be simple, and it won't hurt her, just humiliate, like she made me feel," Fred said, and George wondered if he said that to convince his brother or to convince himself.

Although George watched you every minute of his day and he felt like he knew you better than Fred, his older twin had spent some time watching you as well, and it seemed that your shyness and kindness could have melted his heart.

They walked out to find y/N leaning against one of the pillars to the left of Hall's big door.

"Looking for me, Weasleys?" you used the plural, in a way to protect George for his confidential.

Fred worked fast, his wand was already in his hand as he cast "Stupefy!" but y/N was faster. "Depulso!" she shouted.

Fred got thrown meters away from y/N and his brother, and only your laugh George heard as students that we're walking away from the Great Hall came closer to take a look.

Professor Snape walked out of the Hall at the same moment Fred got up, pointing his wand to y/N.

"You, three!" Snape shouted angrily. "Detention!"

"But, Professor," George tried to intervene.

"I don't want to hear, Mr Weasley," interrupted Snape and then he faced y/N. "You, Miss y/L/N, I'm greatly disappointed."

"I'm sorry, Professor Snape, I didn't mean to hurt Fred Weasley..." you explained, lying a bit, as you lowered your face.

But Snape continued: "Next time, don't get caught."

And the Professor left, leaving y/N to exchange confused looks with the twins.

"Was he glad that I hurt you?" you asked, looking at Fred who tried to fix his clothes.

"You didn't' hurt me!" he debated, but y/N ignored.

She was now facing George, who didn't know what to say. Everything had happened so fast, George was still processing it.

"See you at detention, then," y/N said, sighing.

George almost raised his hand to wave her good-bye, but he remembered his brother was watching everything, and he was not supposed to know about his crush.

***

The night of detention had arrived.

George had spent all his time since the confrontation trying to be apart from his twin, so he could meet you in the corridors and maybe exchange a word. But every time he saw you, you seemed to be having fun with your friends, and he with Fred.

Fred appeared to have learned his lesson, and he didn't show any intentions of revenge. He hadn't told anyone about the confrontation that went wrong, and that was a first. George was glad — he believed it meant his brother wasn't so angry at you.

You three met at Professor Minerva's office, and she didn't seem happy about it. She was used to the boys getting detention, but y/N's presence was a first.

"Well, now that all of you are here, let me assign your jobs," she said, walking around the room. "I can't let you two together, as I've learned, but I don't have three assignments..." McGonagall was working hard to think of a solution. "Did you three fight, or was it just two?"

"It was me and Fred, Professor," you answered, happy to be useful since you were sad of having disappointed more than one teacher already.

Professor McGonagall exchanged looks with Fred and y/N.

"Then, y/N, you and George go to the trophy room, to clean them out. I believe Mr Filch has left a set of cleaning gadgets for you there," she started, "now, you, Mr Weasley, come with me."

George waved his brother good-bye as he and y/N walked away from the room.

"Do think Filch will be there watching us?" you asked, trying to make conversation, "He always gives me the creeps."

"In the way McGonagall spoke, I don't think he will," George said, almost touching your arm as you two took a turn to find the trophy room.

When you got there, you two started focused, cleaning everything with attention. Neither seemed ready to talk, although George had no idea what to talk about with you.

"So, huh, I forgot to thank you," you said, raising your head from the trophy to find George's face in the middle of the room. "For tipping me about Fred."

"No problem," George said, looking to find your face as well. "To be fair, it was quite nice seeing his face when you sent him away."

"He wasn't mad, was he?" you asked, worried.

"Oh, he was," George said, without thinking. He, then, noticed your concerned face, "but I think he will stay away from you from now on."

You tilted your head as you slowly came closer to him. It was involuntary; you felt the gravity pulling you two closer.

"He acknowledges you are a powerful witch, I guess."

You giggled, tossing a lock of hair behind your ear. George's eyes followed the lock's trajectory — he noticed he grew fond of your hair.

"And you?" you asked, with a coy smile.

"Me?" George gulped, tilting his head in your direction.

"Do you acknowledge I'm a powerful witch?" you used of his words as you fluttered your eyelashes at him.

"I never doubted it," answered George, staring deep into your eyes, and embracing the flirtatious atmosphere that you two were walking in.

It was your time to feel a bit embarrassed. Could he be speaking the truth? You wondered.

"You're a powerful wizard yourself, George," you replied, biting your lip, causing him to focus on your mouth. And now he was staring at it, George didn't want to stop. He wanted to have it, and so, he decided to go for it.

He slowly leaned in, as you gulped nervously. His lips met yours, soft at first. A delicate encounter, but then, a rush — you both wanted more. His hands found their way around your body, and fastly he raised you and positioned you sitting on the available table, as one of your hands tossed aside the trophies that were on it — they all fell to the floor.

Your left hand found his hair, and you didn't want to take it out of there. He seemed to like the touch as well because he started biting, softly, your lips, and that send shivers all around your body.

He was about to lay you down on the table when the door opened, surprising you two.

"Oh, for Merlin's sake! Break it, now!" shouted an angry Professor McGonagall, and you felt your face get redder than George's hair.

Behind her, Fred was having the time of his life — he couldn't stop laughing.

"I didn't know detention could be fun!" he said, winning an angry frown from his twin.

You and George stared at each other embarrassed, but most of all, regretting getting caught. But that didn't seem like that would be the last time.

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Can you write a headcanon about Fred Weasley × Slytherin!Reader who wears glasses?

as a slytherin who wear glasses and is also in love with fred

yes 

i can definitely write this

you and fred start off as like not really friends but not really enemies 

he likes you

you like him

so you tease each other 

and he loVES TO STEAL YOUR GLASSES

that’s actually how you guys kiss for the first time

he is holding them above his head and you are trying to get them 

one thing leads to another

“come on y/n, just reach up and get them.”

“you know i’m not tall enough just hand them to me”

“just grow 🙄”

“are you duMB”

“no but you’re short”

and you'd be practically climbing him trying to get them until you just grabbed him by his shirt and smashed your lips onto his 

and wrapped his arms around you immediately

which made you pull away, grab your glasses, and run away before he realized what was happening 

fred is now ~in love~

he is floaty for the rest of the day

you guys know the musical hairspray?

the song ‘i can hear the bells’

fred is practically singing it through the halls

george is penny 

but yeah now he must find you

must get you to kiss him again

he must

you are hiding

not because you’re embarrassed or regret it

lets be honest you thoroughly enjoyed the effect you had on fred

and hiding from him made him make the cute confused face you love so much 

but eventually you have to stop hiding and when you do there are no words

not a single one

he just kisses you

:)

its a beautiful relationship from then on

he loves your glasses

he thinks you look so cute with them on

he could stare at you all day 

sTOP IF YOU’VE WORN GLASSES ALL OF YOUR LIFE

AND HE SEES PICTURES OF LIKE 5 YEAR OLD YOU WITH THESE GIANT SPECS ON 

he’d cry

he’d actually sit there and cry

becAUSE HIS BUNNY IS SO CUTE 

hes also the type to wear your glasses and make a stupid face because you, in fact, cannot see and they aren't just pieces of glass 

if they magnified your eyes when you wore them

you know the glasses im talking about

could you imagine fred in your glasses with these big bug eyes and scrunched nose 

i love him. 

he would also make fun of you 

but with love 

“big bad slytherin needs specs to see, not so cool now huh”

he learns snakes actually have really bad eyesight and his whole face lights up

“babe... it all makes sense..”

“are you calling me a snake....”

“a cute one, like the ones with the biG EYES”

blunt headed tree snake

if you haven't seen these babies, look them up right now

yeah but he loves you in your glasses

if you were to fall asleep he'd take them off your face so gently and fold them and put them away with so much care because he knows you use them all the time and he doesn’t want anything to happen to them

or if they’re smudged he'd pull them off your face and clean them 🥺

then he’d slide them back on so carefully and he'd make his cute little concentrating face to make sure he doesn't poke you or miss your ears

i love him.

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Voluptas Noctis Aeternae {Part 6.3}

*Severus Snape x OC*

Summary: It is the year 1983 when the ordinary life of Robin Mitchell takes a drastic turn: she is accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Despite the struggles of being a muggle-born in Slytherin, she soon discovers her passion for Potions, and even manages the impossible: gaining the favor of Severus Snape. Throughout the years, Robin finds that the not quite so ordinary Potions Professor goes from being a brooding stranger to being more than she had ever deemed possible. An ally, a mentor, a friend... and eventually, the person she loves the most. Through adventure, prophecies and the little struggles of daily life in a castle full of mysteries, Robin chooses a path for herself, an unlikely friendship blossoms into something more, and two people abandoned by the world can finally find a home.

General warnings: professor x student, blood, violence, trauma, neglectful families, bullying, cursing

Words: 4.9k

Read Part 1.1 here! All Parts can be found on the Masterlist!

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For the very first time when stepping onto the Hogwarts Express, Robin felt old. The majority of students was younger than her, and it made her painfully aware of how this was the second to last time she would ever feel the happiness of returning to Hogwarts. Luckily that only did little to taint her current excitement, and she mentally patted herself on the shoulder for being at the station so early. Most of the train was still empty, and thus Robin picked a cabin that promised the least walking traffic. Gosh, she couldn't wait to be back at school… as pathetically nerdy as that was.

"Robin!!!" Cas beamed the very second she opened the sliding door, and already had Robin wrapped in a tight hug before she could say hi in return. It was only then that Robin noticed just how much she had missed a simple hug. The luxury of a comforting touch was hard to come by these days, especially since the one person whose touch she craved the most stayed at a constant distance. But hugging Cas was lovely in its own right, and no less overwhelming in the sudden affection. Robin's eyes watered in an instant, but not enough to form real tears. God, hugs were nice…

"Hey Cas." She finally said, once the girl had let her go and now took the window seat that wasn't already occupied by Robin herself. For a few minutes they chatted about the postcard Cas had sent her, and then the entire process of being hugged was repeated as Jorien joined them in their compartment. Robin didn't mind in the least, she baked in every bit of affection she got.

"Your hair has gotten so long!" Jorien remarked, addressing Robin once they had gotten comfortable in their spaces for the long ride. Soon enough, the landscape flew by outside the window, and the sun blinded Robin enough to be a bother.

"I forgot to have it cut over summer the year." She shrugged in return, crossing her legs on the seat. "Perhaps I will do it myself at some point, I'm quite good with a knife by now."

"Don't you dare!" Cas intervened immediately. "It looks amazing just like that! All lush and bouncy and messy… You really don't know a thing about what looks good on you and what doesn't, huh?"

"Thanks." Robin replied flatly and rolled her eyes, which only made Cas groan in return.

"Come on, I didn't mean it as an insult! Your style is perfectly alright; it suits you well with all that… chromatic elegant grungy-ness. But you could use some help with the implementation of that style."

"I didn't even know I had a style in the first place." Robin shrugged and wrapped a loose curl around her finger only to release it again a few seconds later. Her hair almost went down to her waist at this point indeed, but if Cas thought it looked good… oh well. She could still cut it later in the year if it started bothering her. "I just wear whatever I like, usually."

"Which is perfectly alright." Jorien added in with a pointed look at Cas. "Not everyone thinks that school is a fashion show."

"Duh…" Cas rolled her eyes with a huff, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "I'm just trying to help. Maybe get Robin a little more male attention this term."

"Yeah, no, we are not having this conversation." Robin said before they could go any further into that direction. "So tell me… what did you guys do over the summer? Anything exciting?"

"What's even more interesting is what you did over the summer." Jorien smirked at Robin with just a little too much mischief in her eyes, but at least she was going along with the change of topic. "Melissa told me that she saw you in the newspaper!"

"Who's Melissa?"

"A classmate of ours." Cas sighed, finally letting go of her feigned pout. "She's become somewhat of a friend recently."

"Good!" Robin smiled, looking at the two girls sitting opposite to her with a hopefully encouraging expression. "I'm glad you're making friends other than me at last! Perhaps your peers are finally grown up enough to be real friend material."

"Don't distract from the question." Jorien cut in, and Robin sighed. She'd taught her too well. "Were you in the Daily Prophet or not?"

"I was indeed."

The two girls' eyes lit up in an instant. "Tell us all about it! What did you do, win some prize for your presumably amazing OWLs? Get arrested for thinking too fast? Cure some deadly disease?"

"Close." Robin laughed, and before she could think better of it, she pulled her locket out from under her shirt to summon up the rolled up picture she had put in there when she'd first cut it out of the newspaper. With a soft smile, she looked down at it for a moment, then handed the photograph to the two girls.

"Now that is a lovely outfit you're wearing here! But… wait a second… Is that Professor Snape standing behind you?!" Cas asked incredulously after a few seconds of staring at the picture. "Did you meet there by coincidence or something? Because in comparison to all the old men, you and him actually stand out quite a bit."

Robin bit her lip to keep from laughing. They indeed were by far the youngest in the picture; and it was close to impossible to miss them even in a group of over forty people.

"The picture was taken at a conference about potions, which we attended together this year." Robin explained, and went to store the picture back in her locket once Jorien had done her fair share of staring as well. "No coincidence about any of that. We went together on purpose."

"Boring…" Cas sighed, and leaned back in her seat. "I wouldn't dream of spending time with a teacher outside of school, nor to spend more time on potions than I have to. But I know you're crazy enough to enjoy both, so nevermind. Anyway, what else did you do during the holidays?"

"I had coffee with a friend, occasionally." Robin smiled to herself, thinking back to Friday. How they'd made the best pasta she's ever had, without any magic at all. How they'd just sat in the open window in the dark living room, listening to the rain drumming on the stone tiles of her patio while a chilly wind contrasted the warmth of the tea in her hands. How when he had left, it had been late enough to say until tomorrow.

"Uuhh…" Cas wiggled her eyebrows in the most ridiculous manner. "That kind of friend, yes? Your smile is such a tell."

"Not even close to it, Cas." Robin quirked an eyebrow at her in return, with an expression entirely humored and entirely feigned; no need to turn into a blushing mess in front of them. And except for the overall existence of such, her and Snape's Friday meetings had been painfully appropriate indeed. Still, they had a silent agreement that it would be best not to mention them to anyone. "We are not even on a hugging kind of level in our friendship, which is perfectly fine though. We talk about books a lot."

"Was it the same friend who gave you the bracelet?" Jorien inquired pointedly innocently, motioning to the three pieces of jewelry Robin still wore around her wrist every day.

"The very same. I don't have friends other than you and him."

"Why do you never talk about him if he's your only real friend? Besides us, I mean… but we're different." Cas frowned. "Will you at least tell us who he is?"

"It wouldn't help you even if I did… You don't know him at all." Robin said, thanking the English language for allowing her this equivocation.

"Is he in Slytherin too?" Jorien tried inquiring in a careful tone, with a curious expression she couldn't quite hide.

"Yes. No. Not exactly." Robin replied and rolled her eyes at herself. She should just shut the questions down immediately; this was coming dangerously close to a place in her mind she didn't want to speak of. But they would never stop asking if she shut them down now. Not like this.

"Not exactly? What's that supposed to mean?!"

"It means that he isn't a student at Hogwarts anymore." She said truthfully. "He graduated long before your first year even started."

"Darn it…" Cas groaned and rolled her eyes. "So that's why you never hang with him during the school year."

"Wait a second, if he graduated before we ever came to Hogwarts, how did he know that I was the right person to give you that bracelet last year?" Jorien frowned, giving Robin a highly questioning look. The girl really was too smart for her own good.

"I talked to him about you, silly!" Robin replied easily enough, as if it was the most obvious thing in existence. Always telling the truth was only difficult if one didn't practice it. "You've been my roomies for a while now, did you seriously expect me not to mention you?"

"Right… that makes sense." Jorien sighed, and her desire to question Robin disappeared along with her frown. "Anyway, what else is new?"

"Got me some new robes. Just because the school says we need black robes doesn't mean we all have to have the same boring students' robes they sell in Diagon Alley, eh? Also got dress robes for the new year's ball at last… you'll be positively surprised by those." Robin shrugged with a smirk, and now the sun finally bothered her enough to make her summon the small round sunglasses she had recently acquired out of the backpack next to her. As soon as she'd pushed them up her nose, the layer of darkness brought an immediate relief to her sore eyes. Who cares if it would get her some weird looks; not everyone could be a worshipper of the sun. "That's about it for me and my summer. What's new with you guys?"

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The best thing about being in sixth year now was that Robin only had to take the subjects she actually cared about. No more history of magic, no more astronomy, no more divination… school was way more fun without those redundant classes. With the list of courses she wished to attend already being fixed, it had been ridiculously easy to set up her schedule on the first day of classes, and the week had started off relatively smoothly.

Professor Morgan's jaw had dropped quite literally when Robin had sauntered into his classroom on the first day of defense against the dark arts class, sitting down in her usual spot and looking indifferent to him as ever. Honestly, she couldn't have cared less if he was upset that she was continuing his class. She was here to learn, and if he couldn't be professional beyond his hatred for her, then she would just have to do the same thing she'd done since first year: study for herself and ignore Morgan as much as possible.

Other than that, Robin loved the courses she was taking; N.E.W.T. level classes were a lot more demanding in their magic and assignments, but still no real challenge to Robin no matter how much she'd hoped they would be. They were fun though, and the assignments were actually enjoyable to complete most of the time.

Outside of classes, she continued working on her handbook whenever she could, adding details and new information on a daily basis, and somehow she'd also ended up adding little drawings or clippings she'd been able to get her hands on to the correlating pages. By the middle of October, Robin felt like her project had finally reached a presentable state, and while she wasn't nearly done in her own eyes, the thick journal she had used was almost completely filled up by now. It was only then, on a lovely bleak Saturday, that she finally decided it was time to show her work to Snape at long last.

Saturday meant that Robin first of all spent a good while after breakfast tutoring Cas, Jorien, and Melissa (who somehow always tagged along with the two of them now) in transfiguration. When they moved on to potions after that, a few other third years overheard that Robin was very much knowledgeable in the subject, and they reluctantly asked if they could join the class. The shy request made Robin smile to herself, and she graciously agreed to accept them as her students for the day. In the end, they needed to move to a bigger room, for Robin ended up with sixteen students of various houses who wanted to listen to her going over the last month worth of third year potions class.

So really it was only after lunch when Robin finally had the time to find Snape in his office. Just out of a spree, she actually knocked before she entered for once, then however continued on in as usual, without waiting for a reply.

"Hey…" She smiled at him while she moved over to the side table to drop her backpack on her chair. "What are you doing?"

"Inflicting terror and remorse, one idiot at a time." Snape sighed in a pointed tone, and Robin had to chuckle. It shouldn't amuse her so much that he was so annoyed with his students… but after three hours of tutoring, she was simply amused by the fact that he looked just like she felt.

"Ah, same old then." She grinned, and was just about to grab her secret project out of her backpack to proudly present it to him as a hopefully welcome distraction, when he muttered something under his breath, subconsciously, followed by a quiet sigh that was almost plaintive even. Perhaps… this wasn't a good time. Robin let her notebook drop back into her backpack and turned around to look at him instead, sitting down on the edge of the small table.

Snape was bent over some parchment on his own desk with a deep frown on his face, looking partially annoyed, mostly frustrated and entirely done with whatever it was he had to do. Robin could practically feel the stress radiating off him, and it strongly supported her decision to lay off with her plans of showing him her project for now. Presenting him with more research and books surely wasn't something that would better the situation, which in return was all Robin could currently think of doing.

"Can I do anything to help you?" She asked first of all, raising her eyebrows in a hopeful expression when he looked up at her for a few short seconds.

"Not unless you want to suffer the same slow death by utter nonsense that was forced upon me with these second year essays." He replied in an annoyed tone, frowning back down at the desk and aggressively scribbling an overly large Dreadful on the parchment in front of him. Robin found that she pitied Snape just as much as his students in that moment, and she knew that for everyone's sake, she would have to come up with something other than chocolate cake.

"Alright, come on." She said determinedly, then pushed herself off the table and brushed imaginary dust off her black jeans. "There is something way more important to do than grading second year essays right now."

"And what would that be?" He raised an eyebrow at her in return, but already dropped his quill on the desk so abruptly that little sprinkles of ink dusted over the next essay paper as well as his hand.

"Going for a walk with me." Robin grinned as she summoned a jumper out of her backpack and then moved to put it on over her henley shirt. The second one she owned now, thanks to the positive remarks she had gotten for it. "I want to show you something."

Admittedly, that something probably wouldn't impress him nearly as much as her handbook would, and Robin had never really considered showing it to him in the first place, but somehow the little sprinkles of black ink on his pale skin had convinced her that it might be worth a try. What she wanted to show him was neither related to potions nor to anything else in that regard at all, it was practically useless but for its potential to delight with its mere existence. So really, all Robin hoped for was that he wouldn't be mad at her for dragging him outside for something as pathetic as that. And still, a part of her couldn't wait for him to see it. With a grin, she motioned for him to come along as she made towards the door.

Snape didn't even try to protest as he rose to his feet to go along with her plan, keeping his eyes on her with a subtly curious frown. Meanwhile Robin wondered when exactly she had reached a point with him where she could just burst into the room and suggested something like this, and he would drop what he was doing in an instant to go with her. Alright, she would do and had done the very same for him as well, but that was different! He just could've told her to scurry off and stop distracting him from his work. But he hadn't, and that made her heart swell in the most pleasant way as she sauntered out into the hallway, where he soon followed before locking the door.

Together they made their way through some of the most desolate corridors and passageways, avoiding as many people as possible until they arrived under the blindingly white sky at last. A chilly wind, swaying trees and the smell of impending rain greeted them, wrapping around Robin's senses like a silken sliver of liquid calm. A perfect day for a walk, and an even more perfect one for what she wanted him to see.

"Lead the way then." He said as they gained a distance to the walls of the castle. "Or is there no precise destination you wish to go?"

"Not really, no." Robin chuckled in return and crossed her arms over her chest for some warmth. It wasn't freezing, but her jumper was barely warm enough. "It's a spell I want to show you."

"A spell that requires us to leave the castle?"

"You'll see, believe me. But other than that, I simply wanted to take a walk and you looked like you could use some air as well."

He returned a quiet hum in acknowledgement, perhaps agreement even, and they continued to make their way down the hill in comfortable silence. It really had been a while since they had taken a walk like this, just for fun. A while long enough for Robin to forget if they had always been walking next to each other so… closely. It was quite distracting to feel his presence next to her on a constant basis, scorching her entire right side and making her skin crawl. But then again, the mere fact that he was here with her was quite delightful on its own.

For a while they aimlessly wandered through the landscape, sometimes following the paths and sometimes straying away on purpose, through the trees that were torn between an early winter's desolate death and a late autumn's colourful beauty. When they finally found themselves on the shore of the black lake, the place that seemed to hold an inevitable gravity on Robin, the October chill was already sitting deep in her bones. But so was the calm.

"Perhaps we should return to the castle before it starts to rain." Snape remarked, but made no attempt to turn around as he stood with Robin on the waterline, overlooking the mildly crinkling but ever vast surface of the lake. A black mirror.

"I still want to show you that spell." She replied easily, smiling to herself as her eyes lifted from the deep dark grey of the water to the almost blinding greyish white of the sky above them. "I merely had to wait for the right moment."

"And when would that be?" He inquired with a layer of curiosity in his tone, as a crashing thunder rippled through the bubble of serenity that surrounded them.

"Now." Robin replied with a soft smile, then she pulled her wand out of her sleeve and pointed it up at the sky. All she heard for a few seconds was her own breathing, her own heartbeat, and the faint lapping of water at the stones beneath her feet. Focus… Breathe. "Lux obscurius."

The white sky, blinding in its cold brightness. A black lightning, a bolt of utmost darkness, cutting through the white and splitting time for a broken second. Veiling the world in darkness. And then, light again, accompanied by absolute silence. The drowning out of every sound, every noise absent and gone for the duration of this negative of thunder. A heartbeat later, the wind whispered again, the water rolled over the pebbles, and Robin let out the quiet breath she had been holding. A perfect lightning of darkness, a perfect thunder of soundlessness.

"It's quite useless, is it not?" She chuckled nervously after a moment, turning to look at Snape with a small frown and a weak half smile. Damn his enigmatic expression, damn his silence; she had no idea what he thought. "I was just experimenting. Again. It really isn't anything special, it's just-..."

"It is a piece of art if I have ever seen one." He interrupted her, holding her gaze with the barest hint of sincere awe shining through the intricately woven layer of burning emotions Robin couldn't separate into graspable strings. A layer that she only now understood to be the very same as his facade of neutrality. "You should show it to someone who is capable of being moved by such delicate beauty."

"I believe I just did." She replied with a small smile, and his brows furrowed into a frown that was more defense than accusation. Robin understood that he didn't want her to know… but she wanted him to understand that she knew anyway. "You are bleeding emotions, you know… Out of invisible wounds that are unfathomable in their origin to me, but still I can feel you bleeding like you saw the crimson on your fingertips when I did."

For a moment he just stared at Robin, and she in return observed how his chest rose and fell with every breath he took. It was a calming sight, intimate and distant at once. They still stood on the shore, still tempting fate to open up the skies in an orchestration of water, sound and wind. But for the moment, time was frozen.

"You are so very receptive of some matters, and yet so very blind to others. Why, pray tell, do I fall into the former category?" He finally inquired without any spite, and Robin realized just how much she had hoped that he wouldn't just shut her out entirely. Relief drowned that spark of fear before it could root.

"Because I care to look, and you allow me to see." She replied easily, confidently almost, in the knowledge that it was true what she said.

"That's ridiculous... I most definitely do not!" He scoffed with a sullen look, but as Robin quirked an eyebrow at him in doubt, he rolled his eyes exaggeratedly. "Fine, perhaps I do. Unintentionally, I should say. What you are supposed to see is annoyance, and occasionally anger."

"Anger is the only emotion that doesn't make you vulnerable by showing it." She shrugged, offering him another small smile that hopefully portrayed understanding rather than disregard of what he was saying. "And the more vulnerable you feel, the more anger comes pouring out of you. Always lashing out, before anyone else has the chance to hurt you first. It's only self-preservation, really. I tend to do the same."

"How do you do it?"

"What?"

"Knowing."

"As I said, I care to look." Robin's smile widened a little, and she shrugged one shoulder. "And you let me see."

"Don't get me started on what you let me see." He huffed, but there was undoubtedly a spark of humor in his voice, now made room for by the vanishing defensiveness. He didn't deny her statement, not again. "For example, I can always tell when you so desperately try to hide your wish to disagree with me in class."

Robin's lips parted as they curled into a large smile, then she had to laugh after a second of surprise. "Well, at least I try not to be an insufferable know-it-all in front of the entire class!"

"You are quite insufferable as it is, but you do know a lot indeed. Next time you want to disagree with me, humor me by trying, will you?"

"You know I'll succeed anyway."

"We should have to see about that." He quirked an eyebrow at her with a not-smirk, clasping his hands behind his back just as the first raindrops ruffled the surface of the lake.

The wind picked up as well, blowing Robin's hair into her face despite the ponytail she'd put it into, but she kept on smiling even as heavy pearls of water hit her lips, her neck, her lashes, each one a beautiful reminder of how intensely and desperately alive she felt in that moment. Sometimes the world ended with a bang, sometimes with a whisper. And perhaps it was reborn the same way.

A bright flash cut through her vision, lightning followed by a deafening thunder, and hell broke loose at last. In an instant the rain doubled in speed, faster and louder and stronger and colder, but Robin only closed her eyes as she smiled up at the sky to let the rain pearl down onto her face. The water soaked through the fabric of her jumper in an instant, stinging her skin in a sodden cold, but it held nothing against the pleasure of raw passion that tided through her at the same time.

When Robin opened her eyes at last, an entire legion of dark lightnings surged through the sky in a web of black ink, hitting the world in a display of brutal fragility. Soundlessness, inevitably drowning out the rain and the wind, as loud in its silence as a crash of thunder in its noise. Then it was just the rain again, putting everything into perspective as Robin finally lowered her gaze from the skies to look at Snape.

He still seemed to be mostly dry, standing under the faint glow of his umbrella spell, and he observed Robin with an expression that, for him, looked almost sincerely happy. The sight squeezed Robin's heart in pure adoration, and she couldn't help but smile while rain dropped down from her lashes and onto her lips.

"You are insufferable." He mused with a small smirk and the most obvious teasing expression.

Robin chuckled in return, shaking her head to herself as she crossed her arms over her chest to at least keep some of her warmth. By now, she was entirely drenched. "What did I do this time?"

"For one, you showed me one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen."

"The spell?"

"Passion." He said without the slightest hint of discomfort, as if it was just another easy fact, and that one mere word set Robin's skin ablaze and her heart under electricity. Damn…

"But…" He added before long, and Robin got the impression that he finally caught on to what he had said. "You are also entirely sodden, and I have to return you to the castle somehow before you turn into an icicle. So get yourself an umbrella before I take pity on you."

"Sure, as soon as you tell me the spell to do so." Robin smiled, giving him a small shrug while she leaned her head to the side. Really, they taught spells for turning animals into drinking cups at school, but not how to conjure up an umbrella. Education… Ironic.

"Perhaps another time." He replied with a hint of a smile as he took the one remaining step to stand next to her, then he wrapped his arm tightly around her shoulders at last.

Robin let herself be pulled close more than gladly, under the dry space of the umbrella and into his side. A moment later the water melted off her skin, fading from her clothes into a thin mist that was blown into the wind and disappeared altogether within a few seconds, leaving her dry enough to bask in the warmth that radiated off him. Gods, he was warm indeed… and his touch still heavenly as ever. She smiled down at the path beneath her feet then, and leaned into his side just a little bit more than she had to as they made their way back towards the castle. If he noticed at all, he made no attempt to protest.

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Through It All

Part 32

Summary: Now married, Spencer & Y/N navigate the D/s lifestyle. How will their relationship change?

Words: 1,507

Warnings: Subby Spencer, cock cages, orgasm denial, 

A/N: The next entry for @cm-kinkbingo​ run by my beautiful girlfriend @heycasbutt​. This fulfills my cock cages square.

Ironically enough it’s you that settles into your new routine fairly easily. Spencer is the one having a hard time adjusting. As per usual, he’s teaching an insane number of classes (probably due to the fact that you’re now working part time so you can spend more time at home) and trying to be a present father to a nearly three-year-old toddler and two four and a half month old babies. It’s a lot to handle.

After grading papers one night, finishing up just as you get the kids to bed, Spencer turns to you in desperation. “I’m losing it,” he says matter of factly, laughing at how exasperated he sounds.

Giggling, you walk up behind him and bend down, wrapping your arms around him, your fingers trailing the little bit of chest hair peeking out from his shirt. “What can I do for you, love?”

“I want you to help me shut my brain off.” He hesitates, clearly having an idea of his own, but decides to put the ball in your court. “Have anything in mind?”

“I do,” you say, whispering in his ear. “Remember that cock cage I bought? Wanna experiment?”

Even after all you’ve done and all you’ve seen of each other, physically and emotionally, he still blushes. “What were you thinking?”

Twirling around to sit in his lap, you tell about all the research you’ve been doing in case he’d ever want to venture down this road. “Nothing much for tonight. Just locking you up and seeing how you like it. If you do like it, we can play around with your wearing it for an increasing amount of time over a couple of days. And then if you still like it, I have an idea for what we can do next week.” Your eyes gleam with the picture in your head and it makes Spencer laugh.

“Sounds good to me.” You pull him up by his shirt and drag him toward the bedroom, kissing him all the way before you turn around to search through the closet, finally finding what you’re looking for.

“We need a locked chest for this stuff now. I DO NOT want Charlotte exploring through our things and finding this,” you laugh.

“Oh, fuck no.” Spencer falls back onto the bed from laughing so hard, only ceasing his laughter when you clear your throat, the cage in hand. “Oh, that does look scary. But I’m intrigued.”

Getting it on and secure is...a feat. But you manage. “You’ll wear it until we go to bed in a couple hours. And if you like it, then you’ll put it on tomorrow as soon as you come home.”

“Mmmhmm,” he says, mumbling into your mouth as you press a chaste kiss on his lips. Don’t want him getting worked up right now.

“Now go fold laundry while I do the dishes.” You slap his leg playfully.

“Yes, ma’am,” he laughs.

After finishing up in the kitchen, you find Spencer in your room putting away clothes, but as he moves to grab a hanger from the closet, he stops, stilling himself and taking a deep breath. “You okay?” You ask.

Spencer nods. “Just umm...trying to control myself,” he laughs softly. “This is going to be harder than I thought.”

“You’re in for a rough week,” you reply.

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Over the next few days, Spencer returns home and immediately puts on the cage, asking you periodically if he can take it off and touch himself, to which you consistently reply no. It’s on day five that you challenge him to wear it to his late night class.

He texts you later while his class is taking a test. “This is hard.” His text states simply.

“What? Your cock? Or wearing the cage?” You smile to yourself as the three bubbles indicate his reply.

“Both. Can I please, please come when I get home? It’s been five days and I want to explode.”

You tease him so more, telling him that he’s gone longer without an orgasm before.

“Yes, but I was physically restricted from doing so! Please?!”

“Mayyyybe.”

A few hours later, he returns home, practically begging on his hands and knees. Sitting down and tugging him up onto the couch next to you, you comb your hand through his soft brown hair, reveling in the desperation that lurks in his eyes. “How about this? I give you one more test. You pass, you come. You don’t pass, you don’t come for another two days?”

Spencer’s eyes go dark, you can tell his dominant side is fighting with the lack of control, but he does want this and he knows you do too. “What’s the test?”

“After we get the kids to bed tonight, I put a timer on my phone. If you can make me come, with just your tongue, in under three minutes, I’ll take that cage off you and suck your soul out through your cock. If it takes you more than three minutes, I still get to come and you have to wait two days.”

With a strained yet gleeful smile, Spencer gives you a kiss. “You’re on. Meanie.”

“So mean.”

Thankfully for Spencer, it’s easy getting Charlotte, Morgan and Blake to bed. You place Blake down and quickly pull out your phone, setting a timer and showing it to Spencer as he gently lays Morgan down on the soft crib mattress.

Quietly but quickly, your desperate-as-all-hell husband yanks on your hand, practically throwing you over his shoulder as he runs toward the bedroom. When he throws you down on the bed, you screech with laughter, muffling the sounds with your hand as Spencer yanks your pajama pants down and off, flinging them against the wall. He removes his pants and you see him straining against the cage. It can’t be comfortable. His hair is a mess, his eyes are almost black with lust and he looks like a maniac, but you both laugh through it all. “Hit that timer. Because it’s happening.”

As soon as your finger hits the timer, Spencer wraps his arms around your legs and pulls you toward the end of the bed so your ass is sitting at the edge.

“Hands behind your back, Sir. I said no hands.”

Although he’s losing his mind, he knows what it takes to make you scream, starting out slowly, his tongue swirling around your clit, teeth scraping, lips pursing. His shoulders are tense with the pressure of keeping his hands behind his back. But he manages, watching as the numbers tick down on the timer. As soon as it hits two minutes, he licks stripes up your pussy from ass to clit, nipping at you with his teeth along the way.

You buck into his mouth, whimpering when he almost buries himself in you, tongue wildly fucking into you. “Fuck, so good, Spence. You’ve only got 45 seconds left. But I have faith.”

Growling into you, Spencer pushes himself into you still, the tip of his nose putting pressure on your clit as his tongue thrashes from side to side. He smiles when you grab his hair, your legs clamping down around him. “Good boy,” you say huskily.

You grasp his face in your hands and pull him toward you, tonguing into his mouth. “Sit. You’ve been a good boy.”

Spencer does as he told and collapses back, his cock twitching at the slightest touch as you remove the cage. You drop to your knees between his legs and move from domme to sub once again with ease, looking lovingly up at him as you speak. “Would you like to use my mouth, Sir? I think you’ve earned it.”

Grunting, he grabs your head and demands you open your mouth. When he thrusts up into your mouth, you gag and laugh, which only makes him more crazed. His hands are firm, keeping your head in place while he uses your mouth, his thrusts so erratic that he stands up and pushes your head against the dresser, each thrust softly knocking your head into the wood behind you. “Going to come down that little throat. You going to swallow it like a good little slut?”

The moment you mumble your answer around him, he seizes above you, the tangy taste of him hitting the back of your throat. Gulping it down, you look up and smile. His look of pure relief is everything you wanted for him when you started this whole thing a week ago. All that exists in his mind is you and the warm heat of your mouth. Maybe he knows your name and his, but that’s about it.

Pulling off him with a satisfied pop, you stand up and wrap your arms around his neck, giving him a kiss. “So, did I help you shut your brain off?”

Spencer smiles, his voice unable to say what his brain wants.

“You want to use that again some time?” You ask, eyeing the cage on the floor.

He answers with an emphatic yes.

Success.

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Fic Rec Post

Hey everybody! One of my secret santas asked me what my favorite fics are so I decided to make a full blown rec post just for them. These are a little all over the place so I hope you can find something that you enjoy here! ☁️✨ 

Please make sure to read all tags and warnings before reading a fic. And don’t forget to kudos/comment!

🌙 The Finish Line (Is A Good Place For Us To Start) by LoadedGunn 122k

Louis Tomlinson, one-time Formula 1 World Champion, is looking forward to the 2013 season. He’s got Zayn in his garage and Liam in his ear, he’s got Cowell Racing backing him despite former indiscretions, he’s got experience and the best race car out there. Not to mention he’s the only racer they have, after Oliver dropped out late last year.

It hasn’t occurred to him that Oliver would have to be replaced by February. That is, until he finds himself at a party celebrating Harry Styles leaving Ferrari for Cowell. Harry hotshot Styles, who broke a record last year and is probably looking to make a big splash. Harry Styles, who is talented and somewhat intimidating. Harry Styles, who left Ferrari for reasons unknown and seems kind of lonely and harmless in person. Lonely, harmless, hot as fuck. Whatever.

The first thing Louis does is take him under his wing. From there it’s nine months of slow-burning romance, the past catching up to them, turning into the human puppy pile that is OT5 and a lot of feelings until, of course, reaching the finish line.

🌙 a promise lives within you now by sarcasticfluentry 46k

A Lord of the Rings-inspired Middle Earth AU. Louis is an Elven prince, next in line to become King of Mirkwood, and Harry is the orphaned Human boy who grows up alongside him. They fall in love, but Louis’s obligations to the throne, Harry’s mortality, and impending war threaten to tear them apart.

🌙 if you're for real and not pretend by brownheadedstranger 21k

In which Harry works in a bakery and Louis can't seem to find what he's looking for.

🌙 Into The Blue by zarah5 117k (story is locked, ao3 account required to read)

AU. In which Louis is Harry's scuba instructor and quite happy to provide the requested special treatment, pun fully intended. It can't be all that difficult to convince Harry that they're on the same page, right? Also, Niall and Liam may or may not be dating, and Zayn is surrounded by emotionally stunted idiots. He bears it with dignity.

🌙 Don't Unplug Me Or Shut Me Down by slashter 7k

Louis scowls. "He's a photography student. He works with gorgeous models and probably breaks hearts with his smile. I'm a nerd. I earn my money fixing broken crap, and for some stupid reason, I like it. He wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts, he's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers, et cetera, et cetera." Louis sighs. "I swear, the coolest thing I've ever done is wear contacts."

Basically, Louis is a self-proclaimed nerd who fixes things and Harry seems too perfect to keep breaking as many things as he does.

🌙 You Are The Blood by sarcasticfluentry 175k

A seventh-year Hogwarts AU in which Niall gets all the girls, Liam goes on a journey of self-discovery, Zayn falls in love, Harry wants something more, and Louis tries to figure out once and for all why he, a Muggleborn, was sorted into Slytherin.

🌙 this must be what all the fuss is about by youcomecrash 3k

"You're sweaty," he mumbles matter-of-factly. Louis opens his eyes and raises his head from between his arms. Harry's just staring up at him with a lazy expression and Louis kind of wants to kiss him to sleep. "That's because it's a hundred degrees in here, babe."

🌙 I Fell From the Sky For You (Like a Shooting Star) [by louserz] by waddupjordan (orphan_account) 8k (This was originally posted on tumblr by @louserz and this person had permission to post it on ao3 for the author. if the original author sees this and wants me to take this off of my rec post please DM me and I will. This fic displays elements of depression and homelessness although it is not tagged that way so please take caution in reading this. I don’t want to accidentally trigger anybody.<3)

Harry owns a bookstore, Louis is homeless, and apparently even shooting stars fall in love.

🌙 Sail Across Me by iwillpaintasongforlou 21k

Harry is a prince that is about to be forced into marriage against his will and running away to sea seems like a much better option. Louis is the captain of the infamous pirate ship The Rogue and he has a thing for helping defenseless creatures. Especially when they're as pretty as this one.

🌙 but maybe im just in love when you wake me up by theonewiththelarrystories 6k

lazy morning sex, prompted by Asher: "like a whole sleepy sunday morning vibe of waking up together and then louis pulling a sleepy harry into a warm bath and louis washing harry all over. a bit of body!worship, louis gently working conditioner into harrys curls and him practically purring. Then louis taking it slow with kisses on harrys neck and gentle touches and then fingering harry until hes whining with his head thrown back against louis’ shoulder little needy noises coming from his perfect fucking lips. and then harrys boneless and content while louis leads him back to their bed and spreads him out face down and rims the fuck out of him until hes screaming and then he fucks him gently and then they cuddle on the couch and harry wears louis’ white sweater and louis calls him ‘sweetheart.’"

🌙 strawberry milk fic by Wankerville 158k (3 parts)

This is a 3 part story. The 1st part was originally written alone and then the author added the rest. You can just read the 1st part (19k), and you’ll still be satisfied without feeling added pressured to read the whole thing. Please read all the tags and warnings for each fic beforehand!

🌙 and we live like legends now by soleilouis 16k girl!direction 

harry works at a juice bar, and louis is the cute girl that skates at the park right next door.

🌙 Through Eerie Chaos by MediaWhore 102k (story is locked, ao3 account required to read) @mediawhorefics​

For as long as anyone can remember, Old Hillsbridge Manor has always been believed to be haunted. Everyone in the village agrees and keeps a respectful, fearful, distance. New in town after a bad breakup and an internship that led to disappointment rather than a permanent job, Harry Styles figures taking pictures of the decrepit building could be a great new creative project. Or at least a much-needed distraction while he searches for a job and crashes at his parents’ new house. No one warned him about the apparitions though; about the music, the laughter, the people who flicker and vanish when you call after them, the echoes of a past that should be long gone… Harry has never believed in spirits but even he can admit that there’s something weird going on. What starts as mere curiosity evolves into a full-blown investigation and soon enough, Harry finds himself making friends with an aristocrat from the 1920s and struggling with finding the best way to tell him that he’s dead.

The Ghost Hunter AU where Niall lives to prove ghosts are real, Zayn is a skeptical librarian and Harry gets caught up in a century-old mystery and catches feeling in the process.

🌙 jump in the deep end by istajmaal 5k 

Louis’s stomach lurches as he closes the last bit of distance, Harry’s nose settling between his arse cheeks and pushing them apart. Harry’s lips brush against the puckered skin around Louis’s hole in a kiss and Louis lets out a whine so high-pitched he barely recognizes it as coming from himself—what if I'm not clean enough, what if Harry hates it, what if Harry pushes me away—but then Harry’s long, wet tongue swoops in a circle around Louis’s rim and Louis feels like all the breath is knocked out of him. He grabs for Harry’s hand, still digging into his thigh, and squeezes over it, until Harry releases his vice grip on Louis’s thigh and laces his fingers through Louis’s.

or, Louis's arse is a sensitive subject, so Harry approaches it gently. With his tongue.

🌙 the wheel breaks the butterfly by embodied 4k girl!direction @aliensingucci​

“Out with it, Styles,” Louis groans. Harry’s suddenly regretting this whole thing, and she’s sure she’s beet red now, so she just blurts it out so fast she’s not sure if Louis even understands her right away.

“I’ve never gotten head before.”

AU. harry and louis are roommates. girls' night ends a little differently than usual.

🌙 you flower, you feast by stylinsoncity 18k

He's King of the Underworld, but don't assume Louis has it all. He could stand for some excitement in his monotonous, eternal life and maybe, even.....a soulmate.

(Despite not having a soul.)

And along came "Harry".

🌙 you change, water sea by got2ghost 4k girl!direction (ziam with side larry)

“Zayn wants me to teach her how to make a girl squirt,” Louis says, like it’s the most casual thing in the world. Liam chokes on the water she’d been swigging from her thermos, which makes Louis throw her head back and laugh. Zayn’s brows pinch together and she pats Liam gently on the shoulder, muttering, ‘you okay babes?’

🌙 The Case Of The (Definitely Not Haunted) Styles Mansion by BriaMaria 40k

“So there’s a sense of humor buried beneath all that condescension, huh?” Louis said when he’d stopped laughing.

“It’s not condescension, it’s intelligence. I understand you might not be able to recognize it yourself,” Marcel said, then slapped a hand over his mouth. “Oh god, I’m sorry.”

Louis stepped closer, his eyes on Marcel’s face. “For being an asshat?”

“For being rude,” Marcel said, from beneath his palm.

Louis shifted a half-step closer until he was at the very edge of Marcel’s personal space. It felt like he was nudging at it, asking to be let in. Marcel flushed hot for no reason.

“Lucky for you it takes quite a lot to actually insult me,” Louis said taking one step closer. Too close. Too close.

Marcel met Louis’ eyes. Those blue eyes that reminded Marcel of poetry instead of science, lyrics instead of formulas. They were so pretty he wanted to drown in them.

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Or the Nancy Drew AU where Marcel is a man of logic, Louis is a private detective who believes in ghosts, and the Styles Mansion is definitely, absolutely, positively *not* haunted.

🌙 You are the Lyrics by TheIfInLife 4k @larryficwriter​

or, Harry wears lingerie for the first time and Louis definitely approves.

🌙 Wild at Heart Ain't Hard to Find by QuickedWeen 11k girl!direction @becomeawendybird

Louis and her best friends Niall and Liam always take an annual vacation together. This year Niall has picked Redwater Canyon, a small tourist town where everyone lives like it's the Old West. There are saloons, stagecoaches, and limited access to WiFi.

The town boasts tours, excursions, activities, and the hottest woman Louis has ever seen in the form of the local blacksmith.

🌙 Withdrawal Was the Weeping by QuickedWeen 11k girl!direction

Confined by life and society, Harry spends her Sunday afternoons walking aimlessly about the countryside as it's her only source of freedom. One Sunday she is aided by the most beautiful woman she has ever met, but not everything is as it seems. Was it a trick of the light? Was it Harry's own active imagination? There is nothing to do but try to find her again.

🌙 i must admit i thought i'd like to make you mine by disgruntledkittenface 50k @disgruntledkittenface​

Louis fell apart when her ex broke up with her and moved across the country. Just as she’s starting to move on, Zayn comes back to town for their mutual friends’ wedding – with a new girlfriend as her plus one.

Blindsided and scrambling to save face, Louis lets herself get talked into a fake relationship with her new friend Harry. Their arrangement makes Louis feel pathetic and embarrassed, but it’s only going to last a few weeks. She just has to get through the wedding – what could happen?

🌙 tempted by the fruit of another by disgruntledkittenface 3k (zayn/louis/harry)

Zayn didn’t mean to look. And she certainly didn’t mean to watch.

It’s just that Louis and Harry are the worst hosts in the world; they’re in their bedroom, clearly fucking (again), and so loud that Zayn can’t concentrate on her game of Among Us in the living room. Liam has killed her twice. Liam. So she just went down the hallway to make sure their bedroom door was at least closed.

It wasn’t.

Zayn stumbles into a world of possibility when she stays with Harry and Louis for a few weeks.

🌙 I have more favorite fics but they are not included here due to them being deleted from ao3. They’re saved in PDF form both on my laptop and my phone (I go back and read them all the time) so if you’re interested in those you’re welcome to reach out to me and ask privately and I’ll share what I can.

This turned out a lot longer than I had expected. If you read through the whole thing thank you! ✨

[waynewifey]

Reunited —

Pairing: POA!Sirius Black x reader; young!Sirius Black x Slytherin!reader.

Summary: (request from @holdupwhat) hey there! can i request a sirius x slytherin!reader? maybe sirius and reader reunite after sirius escapes from azkaban but reader is unsure about him. angsty with a fluffy ending? thanks btw love your works!

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: angsty, mentions of death, crying, fluff?, bad writing lol

A/N: I got very excited but idrk how to write angst?? I tried my best tho, hope you like it. <3 Oh, and english isn’t my first language so I’m sorry for any mistakes. Flashbacks in italic!

(gif not mine)

Godric’s Hollow’s streets were strangely empty for a summer afternoon. All doors and windows were closed, not a single car passing by. Complete silence in the village, if not for the tapping sound of your sandals. You walked down the sidewalk, to your neighbour’s cottage, slightly holding the skirt of your white dress. Once at their door, you knocked three times. A couple seconds later, an old lady answers, pointing her wand at your face.

“Oh, it’s just you.” She lowers her wand, getting out of behind the door. “How can I help you, Ms. (Y/L/N)?”

“Hello, Mrs. Clearwater.” You smiled. “I was baking some cookies and ran out of brown sugar, I was wondering if you could lend me some. The Seven Swans is closed, for some strange reason.”

“Of course honey! Come inside, it’s not safe to be outside at down anymore.” You walked in, smelling the known vanilla scent. She closed the door, running to the kitchen, already grabbing a small bowl with the brown sugar.

“Um, I’m sorry Mrs. Clearwater, but why you say it’s not safe anymore? Does that has something to do with the reason why the village is void?” You asked, and she gave you a scared look from the counter. She looked around, the emerald eyes searching for something. Finally, she grabbed a newspaper and handed it to you. The Daily Prophet.

BLACK STILL AT LARGE, said the article’s title. Sirius Black, possibly the most infamous prisoner ever to be held in Azkaban fortress, is still eluding capture, the Ministry of Magic confirmed today; under a picture of him screaming.

“The Ministry said he could come back here. Many murderers tend to visit where they killed their victims.” She said, replacing the paper in your hands for the bowl. You thanked her with a weak smile; no words would come out of your mouth. You walked away, with your mind still a little numb.

/

You whimpered, your hand in front of your mouth, holding a sob. You stared at the black lake, salty tears rolling down your chubby cheeks. You took off your green tie and threw it on the grass. It was the reason why all of that happened. Simply because you were a Slytherin, you had to hear those terrible words from James Potter. You hated it, and wished you could be sorted to Gryffindor like the rest of your family. Suddenly, you felt a warm hand on your left shoulder, which made you flinch. A boy with black curls seated beside you, his grey eyes meeting your gaze. You looked at his tie; red, of course.

“Want to bully me some more? Go ahead, I don’t care anymore.” You sobbed, your vision getting blurred from the tears.

“No, I’m here to say that I’m sorry. I should have stopped James.” He broke eye contact, staring at the lake. “I have a brother who’s a Slytherin, Regulus Black. He’s in first year, and I wouldn’t want him to go through the same as you.” You remained quiet, wiping your tears with your hands. “My whole family is Slytherin, actually. You can call me the black sheep.” He giggled, returning his gaze to you.

“Why are you saying all this? Just go away, it’s not like you care.” Your voice broke, but you hoped he hadn’t noticed.

“I- I do care. I always thought you were fun, you see. I’m truly sorry for my friend’s attitude, I can promise you it won’t happen again. And maybe we could be friends...?” He said and you giggled, nodding. He extended his hand out. “Sirius Black.”

You grabbed it, shaking a little. “(Y/N) (L/N).”

And after that evening in second year, your friendship never ended. Instead, it only grew. You started dating in fifth year, fought against Death Eaters in seventh year and were moving in together when he was arrested.

/

While remembering his presence and your story, you somehow ended in front of the ruins of the Potters Cottage. (Y/E/C) eyes filled with tears as you remembered the first time you visited it, when it wasn’t destroyed, in Harry’s first birthday. You remembered the broom Sirius brought as a gift, how he held your godson and him telling you that he wanted a baby of your own. The love of your life, a murderer. He betrayed James and Lily. He killed thirteen muggles. The sky was getting darker and you could barely see the end of the street, so you decided to go home. You crossed the front garden, glancing at the door. It was slightly opened, not how you left. You were sure you locked before leaving. Your right hand automatically ran to your pocket and held tightly your wand. You raised it, opening the door with your foot. “Who’s there?” You said loudly, walking through the living room. The first floor was clear, so you went up stairs. Your heartbeat accelerated at each step. You opened your room’s door, stepping in. A man sitting on your bed wearing a large t-shirt and sweatpants, his long black hair was wet and he looked down at a picture frame. “Sirius...?” You mumbled. His eyes met yours and his lips formed a wide smile. A hundred emotions busted inside of you. All the memories of the moments you spent together flashed through your mind. “Love.” His voice was hoarse and low. Black stood up and walked towards you. “You stay where you are! Not one more step. I- I’m warning you! I won’t hesitate.” Sirius stopped, his smile breaking. Your mind was racing. There was a murderer inside of your house, but he was also the man you loved. For the first ten years you tried to collect evidence that he was innocent, that he was not the monster everyone thought but there wasn’t proof enough and you gave up eventually. Your mind raised expectations that maybe you were right, maybe he was innocent, maybe if he explained everything... Deep down you trusted him, but fear spoke out first. “You- Why here?” “You know I’m innocent. You know it was Wormtail-“ “YOU KILLED HIM! James, Lily, Peter, it’s all your fault! And you have the courage to come here? You betrayed everyone, Sirius Black! You betrayed me! You’re a monster. I don’t want to see you ever again. I won’t take you to the ministry, but you better leave.” You felt the same pain and anger you felt in November 81. Your heart broke again, just by seeing him standing there, hoping you would help him. “(Y/N) I-“ He stared at you, tears falling while you held yours. “Leave.” And then he was gone.

/

Living without Sirius Black again was worse that you could imagine. It took you ten years to finally recover, and now the sore was open again. Every night your words tormented you, filling you with regret. You was always reading the news, would it be better if they found him or not? What if he was already dead? Was he alone, lost in the world?

It was late May when Remus Lupin, an old school friend, showed up at your front door. He looked tired and sick, with dark circles around his eyes. You invited him in.

“I came from Hogwarts.” He was anxious, almost tense.

“You’ve been teaching, right? Defense against the dark arts, if I remember it correctly. Harry writes me sometimes, usually at Christmas, when I send him presents. He likes you.” You poured some tea on his cup, smiling proudly at the thought of your godson.

“Yes, exactly. But I’m not here to talk about Harry.” He sipped the beverage. “I met with Sirius. He gave us some trouble, actually.” You stared at him, holding your breath. “You have to believe me, he is innocent. But unfortunately we can’t prove it. He told me he came here and that he misses you.”

“Where is he now?” Your voice broke a little, while you hold your tears.

“His family house. Are you willing to meet him?” You only nodded, getting up.

At 12 Grimmauld Place, Sirius and Remus explained everything to you. You were relieved to finally know the truth and to be reunited with your husband. You three spent the night chatting and telling your stories from the past few years. Around 11pm Lupin left for his room, wishing you a good night. You sat on the couch next to the fireplace resting your head on Sirius’s chest, his arm embracing you and his hand laying on your waist.

“I’m sorry for what I said before. I- I don’t know, I guess I believed for so long that you were this horrible person, and-” You tried to explain, but he cut you with a kiss on your lips. Merlin, you missed him so much.

“It’s okay, I understand. The house is a little dusty, but we can make it work.” He said, staring at the fire.

“You want me to stay?” He turned to you, a confused look on his eyes as it was so obvious. You could see your reflection on his grey orbits, given the small distance between you. You brushed your fingers through his curls, smelling his natural sweet perfume.

“Of course I want you to stay. I would like to be your handsome husband again, if you’ll have me as so.” Sirius giggled and leaned closer, kissing the top of your forehead. You entangled your fingers with a smile. It felt so good to be reunited again, this time with no worries, just the certainty that they both loved each other. He looked at you, as you were his whole world and cupped you face with his big hands. “I love you, (Y/N)(L/N).”

“I love you too, Sirius Black.”