#weasley thirst

[unhingedromione]

Ron bashing fics out here talmbout how Ron can't please his partner when canonically there is only ONE MAN whose woman at the time COULD NOT keep her hands and mouth to herself

[yoongi-regulus]

Harry: do you guys wanna come over during the break?

Draco: will your dad be there?

Harry: wtf Draco

Draco: what? he's hot. and you look like him, so

Harry: ughhh, stop thirsting over my dad!

Hermione: ... will your other dad be there?

Harry: oh my god. Guys stop that!

Ginny: soooo, will your mom be there?

Harry: i give up. No one is invited anymore

[oldhotcinnam0n]

For Thirsty Trap Thursday I give you... fresh out of school professor edition!

Please say helloe to your new Charms Professor, Ominis Gaunt

Also, welcome your new Potions Professor, Garreth Weasley

And lastly, your new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, Sebastian Sallow

(because we all know all the DADA professors are the sketchiest individuals always!)

Class will be starting soon, see you there!

[ravenclawcumlaude]

[wingyattium]

*+ᵎᵎ 🍊⋅ ˚✮ — quiet ride | fred weasley.

+ᵎᵎ syn: a thirst about sneaking into fred’s room to ride him in the middle of the night 😮‍💨😩😵‍💫

+ᵎᵎ cont: approx. 0.9k, 18+, fem!reader, unprotected p in v, riding/cowgirl, hold the moan, dirty talk/language, pet names (love, doll), super horny!reader (ovulation mayhaps?), creampie, maybe a breeding kink if you squint, lmk if i missed anything.

+ᵎᵎ note: i’m so thirsty for him it’s not even funny.

the burrow was always so silent at night, the darkness narrated only by the shuffle of blankets and soft snores of its slumbering inhabitants; tonight was mostly the same— except for one section of the home.

soft pants, gasps, and whines flew from your lips as your hips dropped down on fred’s with dull, muted thuds — you knew you needed to be quiet, hyper aware of george sleeping only ten feet away, but it was so hard; he was filling you up so fucking good, stretching your sloppy walls and kissing your cervix every time he bottomed out.

“fuck, love, y’gotta be quiet,” fred whispered breathily, large hands bruising your undulating hips. “y’gonna wake up the whole house.”

of course, it was meant as a reprimand; but every soft moan and whisper of his name had fred’s cock kicking inside your pussy, betraying how much he really liked the sounds — but so did you.

you loved the small, slick squelches of his dick plowing into you; loved hearing his breath hitch when your cunt clenched around him; loved the soft, muted creaks of the bed frame as you rode his lights out.

it was so hot, your whole body flushed and buzzing, gut rolling and tense, pussy absolutely drooling around him; you needed him so bad, had wanted him all day. and now you had him, wholly and fully and deep.

there was no way you could keep quiet.

“i’m tryin’, fred.” you choked out softly, words hiccuped on a small moan. “b-but i can’t. your dick feels too good—!”

“fuck,” fred hissed, skull melting into his pillow and hips bucking up to shove himself deeper inside. “keep talkin’ like that and i won’t last long, at all, doll.”

you knew that already; you could practically feel fred leaking pearly pre into your walls, felt the twitch of his balls on every odd thrust, and his cock was so hard you thought it might be painful for him.

“hah, t-that’s okay,” you whined out, hips speeding up and slurping him inside a bit more noisily. “i jus’ wanna ride ‘til you bust.”

“shit, fuckin’ hell, you can’t jus’—!”

fred swallowed his words down immediately when a creak sounded from the other side of the room; the both of you stilled, frozen like ice, staring into one another’s wide gaze — there was a small shuffle before the noises quieted, and then there was just the light signature snore of george weasley.

you released a breath you hadn’t even known you’d been holding.

“maybe we should hurry this up, love?” fred suggested in a quiet whisper, and you nodded mutely — fred motioned for you to lay flat on him, and you did, relief sinking into your tired legs.

“might wanna bite down on something,” fred murmured as he adjusted himself beneath you, but rather than do that, you opted to simply nuzzle into his neck. the faint spice of his cologne lingered on the skin.

“oh, fuck!” you gasped when fred began fucking up into you at a near-brutal speed, his thrusts short and precise and — holy fuck, he was hitting every single sweet spot you had.

your eyes slid back into your skull as you whimpered and whined into his neck, pussy sloppy and fucked open over and over, fred panting and breathing heavy from the exertion — it was so hot, in so many ways.

“fuck, love, i’m — gods, i’m close,” fred warned, arms wrapped tight around your body and hips stuttering subtly. “shit, where should — where should i cum?”

fred always asked this question, always left you in charge of that — and tonight, you knew exactly where you wanted him to bust.

“inside, please, wan’ it inside!” you slurred out, body like liquid — fucked out and completely at fred’s mercy. fred hissed and his cock kicked against your velvet walls.

“are you — are you sure?” fred asked, voice seeming to border on an aroused whine. you nodded eagerly against him, heart picking up speed with each delicious slide of his cock; fuck, you just wanted to feel him fill you up. it’s all you needed.

fred was fucking you even harder now as his orgasm approached, thrusts wild and less pointed, balls twitching and throbbing — he was about to bust, and you were losing it.

“bloody — okay, fuck, yeah, i’ll do it inside. hah, gods, ‘m ‘bout t’cum— coming!” fred’s words were cut off by a guttural groan as he buried himself once, then twice, and one more time inside your pussy, then stilled as ropes shot from his cockhead. you swore you felt them splatter inside you, painting you completely as fred’s.

“hah, shiiiiit, fuck… ‘s so good, love. fuck me so good, don’t you…?” fred praised as he fucked into you shallowly, riding out the receding waves of his orgasm.

you weren’t sure why he was praising you when he did all the work; not that you minded though.

“‘m sleepy,” you mumbled into his neck, the realization hitting you at a rather random time; fred chuckled and brought a hand up to smooth through your hair, his lips connecting to your temple in a sweet kiss.

“then go to sleep, love. i’ll take of everything else, yeah?” was the last thing you heard as you drifted off, snug and comfortable atop fred’s lean body.

[pitter-patter-pottah]

They are all making me so hungwy with their cuteness but maybe I'd pick Sebby cus he's always mah favorite snek to eat hehehehe, sorry Omi and Gar Bear!

The boys are 21+ in the pictures so they can drink legally in the States as that is the law. Getting inked in most states requires one to be 18 years of age per the law as well, so there's also that. The boys being 21+ means they can have ink & drink with us older fans. ♥

@silverxstardust @babygaunt @chamberofgaunts @thenightmothxr @itsdeergemini @hogwartslegaslay @cuffmeinblack @yoshitsuno @sallowgirl

We're starting Thirst Trap Thursday & the weekend early, so to you naughty nine go the bad boys. ♥

[sluttylittlewaistenthusiast]

╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all the fanfics i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some will have summaries if provided <3

ᡣ𐭩 how you can help palestine . fic recs m.list

@mssorceressupreme

⭒ Your Warmth

gryffindor quidditch team throws a celebratory party at the lake after their win, and you decide to go though you were not one for parties. someone then pulls a prank on you (not fred), throwing you in the lake, not knowing you can’t swim.

⭒ Amortentia

you, ever so studious and diligent, despised fred weasley, the total opposite of you. it came as a surprise to you when you smelt a certain someone when brewing amortentia. one day you get stuck in a closet with him, and let’s just say the situation between you changes.

⭒ You Belong With Me

it almost felt like unrequited love to you, until you agreed to go to the Yule ball with George, causing his twin brother to get jealous.

⭒ The Way I Loved You

Dumbledore has asked for every house to put on a performance during the Yule Ball, the winner will earn 250 House Points. For this particular dance you’re partnered up with George though you wish it was Fred, however during the dance George is nowhere to be found. You’re left there on the dance floor right before your performance, stranded, alone & embarrassed, will anyone save you?

⭒ The Look Of Love

helping a younger student resulted in you and the first-year walking into a prank not meant for you, and as you do so, you catch Fred's attention.

@mywhisperingwords

⭒ Am I What You Wanted?

casual. no strings. just something to forget the loneliness. right?

⭒ Never Will Be

if one more person called fred your boyfriend, you were going to hex them—and then probably yourself for wishing it were true.

⭒ Old Habits Die Screaming

you move in with your ex, what could go wrong?

⭒ Everyone Wants Him

everyone wants fred weasley, why would he want you?

⭒ A Touch That Never Hurts

you seem to have fallen for your best friend, which you could handle if only he didn’t constantly touch you

⭒ Still Here

Can old friend starts showing up every time you need him.

@ultravjiolencee

⭒ Wearing Each Others Ties

In the bustling morning chaos of the Gryffindor common room, you and Fred accidentally grab the wrong ties while rushing to get ready for the day. Your mistake doesn’t go unnoticed, and soon rumors swirl among their classmates.

@lovegoodlane

⭒ Pursuing The Prefect

A Ravenclaw prefect catches Fred's eye, but she's not as easy to seduce as he had thought.

@wingyattium

⭒ Quiet Ride

a thirst about sneaking into fred’s room to ride him in the middle of the night

@pinkdaiisies

⭒ Favourite

Late night common room cuddles lead to quite eventful mornings.

@kyber-crystal

⭒ Through The Seasons

he would love you till the end of time. everyone can see it, and they can only hope that you’ll come to your senses and realize that too.

@htchnr

⭒ Aching Knees

in which you fall asleep against Fred's thigh in the common room and it absolutely fries his tired brain.

@unconventional-lawnchair

⭒ Burning Bright, Falling Hard

Fred Weasley and you share a quiet moment in your room

@whimsicaldoxy

⭒ Moments

you give fred a cassette player for his (belated) birthday—and george gets a gift, too.

[vampirenocturno]

TITS OR ASS?

summary: which part of your body do the hp boys find most attractive?

includes: harry potter, ron weasley, draco malfoy, neville longbottom, fred & george weasley. all depicted as 18+

diary entry: omg my first post! i hope you all like it ^^ i have another one of these planned with the marauders era boys, and then another with the girls. send an ask if you want to see someone specific!! also, my requests are open if you have thirsts, prompts, or ideas :3

part two (marauders). part three (gals).

HARRY POTTER

harry loves your legs. he loves to stare at them, touch them, massage them. his hands are constantly running up and down the expanse of your calves, pulling your legs across his on a sofa in the gryffindor common room. he loves to see you in short skirts, tight jeans, leggings, even sweatpants.

RON WEASLEY

boobs guy, definitely. he’s always got his head between them when you cuddle, more often than not his face is pressed into them to the point you aren’t sure he’s breathing. ron always makes his way back up, though, trailing kisses from your collarbone to your earlobe.

DRACO MALFOY

shoulders. maybe it was the strict malfoy upbringing, but nothing turns draco on more than seeing a slip of shoulder. you often tease him for getting worked up over something so simple and innocent, and he can do nothing but take your teasing and gulp as he watches your bra strap fall tantalizingly down your arm.

NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM

tummy. neville would spend all day with his head pressed into the pudge of your lower stomach if he could. he’d trace kisses from your pantyline to your bellybutton without batting an eye. when he pulls you close to him, his hand automatically flies to your belly, pressing you against him with his warm palm.

FRED WEASLEY

ass. he’ll pull pranks that get you to fall over or trip just so he can watch your skirt fly up. you’re aware of this habit, of course, and you indulge fred by skipping spandex under your uniform in favor of frills and lace.

GEORGE WEASLEY

thighs. he wants to be between them all the time, feeling the flesh suffocate him and make him go lightheaded. george would make you squeeze his head harder as he lays between your thighs. if he has to die, he’d prefer it be by your glorious thighs.

[hotronfest]

This is a fest celebrating our King, Ronald Bilius Weasley, in all of his thirst-inducing glory. The fest is being hosted by Purple_Damianya (AO3)/daehyunsbabyelf (tumblr) and Wallenby (AO3)/grossinnit (tumblr). We have a hub in the Woolly Bladders server where we talk about the fest and participants share ideas, so feel free to join with this link. Please see the event dates below and rules for submissions.

Important Dates

Prompt Reveal - January 5, 2025

Sign Ups Begin - January 5, 2025 and remain open until works are due

Works Due - February 28, 2025 11:59 PM EST

Reveals Begin - March 1, 2025 (an announcement will be made as to whether all works will be revealed the same day or throughout the week depending on number of submissions)

Participants can choose to submit a fic or artwork, or both if you are just that talented! 

The work must be based on one prompt from the prompt list, but multiple prompts can be used in the same work if inspiration strikes. The prompts are pretty broad to encourage creativity. 

All fics/art must specify the prompt(s) used. If you’re unsure as to which prompt(s) your idea falls under, feel free to DM and ask us! We want to encourage all with an idea to participate!

There is no claiming period so feel free to peruse the prompt list and let your imagination roam. 

Smut is encouraged, it is Hot Ron after all, but not necessary.

It goes without saying, but absolutely no Ron bashing. Our King is the main character in the works, whether by himself or as part of a ship/triad/polyship. 

The work must be an original, never before published fic or art.  

Fics must be tagged appropriately according to AO3 guidelines, including but not limited to any kinks, trigger warnings, and major character deaths. Tumblr posts must include the same tags and warnings before the post. 

Absolutely no Dead Dove topics. Some examples include: non-consent, incest, necrophilia, age gap with underage character, bestiality, and pedophilia. If you are uncertain what constitutes a Dead Dove topic, please contact the hosts on Discord or Tumblr. 

This is not an anonymous fest. You must have an AO3 account or a Tumblr account to participate.

For authors who are submitting works, minimum word count is 500 words. There is no maximum.

Do not cross-post or promote your story anywhere until after the stories are revealed.

Submissions can be made to the AO3 collection linked here and/or Tumblr by the deadline.

We will be revealing the works on both AO3 and Tumblr regardless of where you submit. Works will be cross-posted unless the creator specifically requests otherwise.. 

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Have fun creating!

[dufferpuffer]

I think Snape actually quite likes the Weasleys, overall. - Bill was TOP marks. Good student. Became a curse-breaker too - probably shared an interest in Dark Magic.

- I can't imagine Charlie doing worse than 'decent, if distracted' (though surely he'd need good potions knowledge to deal with dragons...)

- Percy is a good student that doesn't cause trouble - if he did anything wrong it might be being a little overbearing. Always stays behind to scrub the cauldrons clean though.

- Fred and George - annoy him, of COURSE they annoy him - but you can't tell me they were bad at potions, or they didn't listen, considering the candies etc. they make. They're a pain in the ass but they aren't terrible in the classroom and have a thirst to truly understand. They would have LOVED the Half Blood Prince's book.

- Ron gets a beef with Snape, but I doubt he would have if it weren't for being friends with Harry. He is a decent enough student. I'd say that'd be what Snape dislikes most about him: He doesn't even try to do as well as his brothers did, just totters about after Potter...

What would he think of Ginny... that is one I can't really decide on.

[ailoda]

updated: 01.02.25

⚯ ͛ smut

Green Eyed Monster (❤❅✘): for the first time ever, Fred Weasley finds himself jealous over the only person in the world he needn’t worry a bit about. (@fredgeorgegredfeorge)

Extra Credit (✘): fed up with being romantically inept, you ask your childhood best friend, Fred Weasley, for some help. (@r2d2lover)

Train Ride (✘): the train compartment had gotten a bit crowded on the way to Hogwarts, so your best friend Fred offered for you to sit in his lap. However, throughout the ride you just couldn't seem to get comfortable... (@lovie-bugzz)

Quiet Ride (✘): a thirst about sneaking into fred’s room to ride him in the middle of the night. (@wingyattium)

[siriusblack-the-third]

HEADCANONS: BILL WEASLEY

Tall. So damn tall. By the time he stops growing, he has reached 6'5, and he gleefully lords it over his younger siblings for years, until Ron manages to match his exact height, not a millimetre here or there. He sulks about it for a few days before inviting Ron to join him in taking the piss out of their siblings.

Wears his hair long specifically to annoy Molly. It was simply because he was so caught up in OWL studies that he forgot to cut it, but then Molly saw him with his hair that reached the base of his neck and freaked. He deliberately kept his hair long from then on, and it kind of grew on him by 7th year.

Speaking of hair, he has fabulous hair. Absolutely gorgeous. Stunning. It's pin straight like Arthur's, unlike Charlie who got Molly's tightly wound curls. He keeps it till mid back and braids it frequently. Bill And Ginny Days™ compulsorily have at least one braiding session.

THIS BOI IS BI! He is very bi and his type is ✨Badass Motherfucker�� as evidenced by him falling for Fleur like look at her. Enough said.

Quidditch fiend, like all the other Weasleys, and was on the team from 2nd year all the way up to the end of 6th year as Chaser. Dropped Quidditch in 7th year, because being Head Boy and being a Quidditch player while studying for NEWT exams would have been too much for him and he knew it.

Got his ear pierced in 5th year from his best friend after winning a Quidditch match. He was half drunk, and when he woke up the next day he freaked the fUCK out. He managed to hide the piercing from Molly for a record breaking eight months, and the shouting match that happened in the summer before his 6th year was the worst argument he ever had with her.

Has Eldest Daughter Syndrome™. He resents Molly a little, because he never entirely got to be a child. He always had to be the Responsible Older Sibling, even as young as 3 years old. He loves his mother, but living under the same roof as her was suffocating, for him. He said as much to Arthur in a very long conversation, and they both decided with much difficulty that Bill wouldn't be returning home after 7th year— he would immediately leave for Egypt.

In the first year of his stay in Egypt he decided to say "fuck it" and got a tattoo. It's on his shoulder, a falcon in greyscale that spreads down over his bicep and out on his shoulder blade. Molly does not find out about it until the end of HBP when he gets mauled by Greyback, and he does not tell her anything about it, claiming that he is "an adult and can get a tattoo if I want to Mum, back off."

N E R D. Such a huge nerd but people look at his piercings, long hair, muscles and his whole "90s rockstar" vibe and immediately assume he is the "popular jock" type, but that couldn't be farther from the truth. My man freaks out over magical history, ancient runes and languages, transfiguration and arithmancy. A total nerd, I tell you, and scary smart. He got 12 Outstanding OWLs and 8 Outstanding NEWTs, and reduced Molly to incoherent happy crying both times.

The Hat offered him Slytherin, and he seriously considered the option for a good few minutes. "You have a lot of ambition," the Hat told him to his pleasure, "and a thirst to find your true calling." At the age of eleven, he was already sick of being "just one of the Weasleys" and wanted to step out of his parents' shade and figure himself out. In the end, the Hat sorted him in Gryffindor, but many times he has wondered what life would have been like if he ever sorted Slytherin.

Knows a lot of dances. Arthur and Molly are both fabulous dancers, and a few of his favourite childhood memories begin with his parents teaching him how to move his hips and slide his feet and enjoy the music. He's great at waltzing, knows the foxtrot and swing dance, and learnt paso doble and the tango in the seven years he spent in Egypt.

Listens to a lot of muggle rock music. All the cool bands like AC/DC, Oasis, Nirvana, Green Day, and all of those, plus a few obscure bands that he decided he liked the sound of. He's also big on different types of classical music, courtesy of his love for dance.

His favourite sibling is Charlie. Don't get him wrong, he loves all his siblings, but Charlie has a special place in his heart because they're both close in age and understand each other better than anyone else. Bill and Charlie are almost like Fred and George, a bit: one look and they know everything the other is thinking. Doesn't have a least favourite sibling, but seriously considered Percy for the role during OoTP.

Loves learning languages. The languages he is fluent in are English, Gaelic, Welsh, Old Norse and Icelandic, Latin, Ancient Greek, Spanish, Arabic (Egyptian and Hassaniya dialects), and Persian.

Has a soft spot for Ginny, like every other Weasley. That's his baby sister who can put him on his back in less than 0.2 seconds and he adores her.

[rainydayathogwarts]

My favourite fics from other authors!!

── HARRY POTTER ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────────────

Reunited - Sirius Black, by @fandomlit Good boy, Pads // pt. 2 - Marauders, by @unconventional-lawnchair Moony's back! - Remus Lupin, by @eufezco Secret kisses - Remus Lupin, by @srslyblvck Stop, you're losing me - potter!reader, by @amnmesias Whimsical!reader - Sirius Black, by @moonstruckme 1000 secret kisses - Regulus Black, by @agreeeeeeeeeee interrupted - neville longbottom by @nevillesimp the one that got away - harry potter by @george-fabian-weasley angry love confession in the rain - sirius black by @salazarslytherin jealousy, jealousy - james potter by @letterstotheflre Poly!marauders smut by @strawberrysodaslut New people - James Potter by @ddejavvu A date? - James Potter by @iamgonnagetyouback Hopelessly in love - James Potter by @marauroon Worrying - George Weasley, by @wifelivvyx Unapologetically in love - James Potter, by @marauroon

── CRIMINAL MINDS ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───────────

Touch starved - Spencer Reid by @donald4spiderman Your relationship with Hotch is exposed by @ddejavvu You walk in on Spencer talking to his fish by @radiant-reid You obsess over Hotch and he overhears EVERYTHING by @kryptonitejelly The team finds out you and Hotch are married by @kryptonitejelly Jack calls you 'momma', outing you and Hotch's relationship by @kryptonitejelly Another one where Jack outs you and hotch's relationship by @kryptonitejelly A third one where jack outs your relationship with Hotch by @kryptonitejelly The one where everyone finds out - You and Spencer (reid) are in love but you just don't know. by @reidscanehand Don't think I don't like you - Spencer Reid by @luveline Reid wears Glasses - Spencer Reid by @luveline The fear of falling apart - Spencer Reid by @pathologicalreid Lipstick trail - Aaron Hotchner by @ddejavvu Smells like roses - Aaron Hotchner, by @hotchflies Silver Springs - Spencer Reid, by @ama0310 Tell your baby that I'm your baby - Aaron Hotchner, by @em-prentiss Spencer Reid smut drabble - by @palmerzy Down the neck - Spencer Reid, by @crsssie Sex on the beach - Spencer Reid, by @g1rld1ary

── MCU ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────────────────

daisies - peter parker by @starktonyx As it was - Steve x reader, Bucky x reader by @heli0s-writes Never again - bucky barnes by @houseravenclaws tap - bucky barnes by @houseravenclaws the box - peter parker by @waitimcomingtoo incorrect quotes ft. peter x y/n by @eunoiathewriter begging with scott lang by @ragnarachel trouble in paradise - peter parker by @ptergwen your mess - peter parker by @peterbenjiparker stark!reader x peter by @ptergwen phone sex blurb w peter by @sgrantsgf twenty bucks Peter parker by @deathbyathousandspiders

── STRANGER THINGS ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────────

Whispering dirty things into Eddie's ear as a dare by @erosso Eddie being pussy drunk - Eddie Munson by @subbypeterparker Admiring Steve Harrington by @masmybeloved (deactivated acc) Three's a crowd, but four's a party - Eddie, Steve, Robin x reader by @glasvera Out loud - Eddie Munson by @iheartyouyou Billy Hargrove noticing the little things by @fbfh Bi!fem!reader x steve harrington by @eufezco Eddie and daughter!Roan x reader series by @luveline Dead wrong - Steve Harrington by @lucasnclair The fair - Eddie Munson by @lovebugism Eyes don't lie - Steve Harrington, by @andvys

── CELEBS ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───────────────

Chris being in love with Y/N for 7 mins video by @astranva You'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me - Tom Holland by @waitimcomingtoo Thirst tweets with Chris Evans and Y/N L/N by @put-trash-here The friendship test - Joseph Quinn by @magicchai ground rules - Joesph Quinn by @icallhimjoey

[redheadspark]

Hiiiii! Im excited to request a Christmas prompt!

May we get Ominis Gaunt with 12? Like he gets to hear his daughter sing Christmas carols and she has a beautiful singing voice just like her mother. Something cute and fluffy!

A/N - This is adorable for Ominis! I loved writing this and I hope you like reading it!

Soft

Summary - Ominis loves hearing his daughter sing

Warnings - Just fluff

“Mummy, Did it snow yet?”

“Well, shall we check?”

“Mmhmm!”

You chuckle as you and your 5 year old daughter walked over to the front door where the top half was propped open to let the winter air in.  With the clouds hanging low, looking as if it could touch the top of the Black Lake, you noticed how thick they were and the evident chill that was in the air.  You could tell snow is about to plummet down at any moment, you grinning from ear to ear as you looked from the sky over to your child.

She was a mirror image of her father: the bright blond hair that was thick and behind her ears, the nose that was straight down but was littered with freckles on the bridge and her cheeks, and her beautiful pristine green eyes that seems so bright. She was a gentle child, kind to all she met and a thirst to getting into some mischief every once in awhile.  Nora loved to be around her parents and their friends whenever they would be.  Sometimes you would find her wandering behind you when you would be off gathering herbs along the worn path by your home.

Nora was an explorer, much to the amusement of her parents. 

Ominis loving being her father, he looked forward to waking her in the morning and settling her in for her sleep.  Every time he came home from the Ministry of Magic, whether it was a good day or a bad day, he would always perk up when Nora would rush to him and hug him around the knees and grin so wide she was illuminated.  He would shrug off his cloak and occupy her as you would get dinner ready or tidy the house, thinking that the time he had with Nora was precious and fragile.  You both loved having a routine with Nora but also going on random outings and adventures from time to time.

Professor Weasley met with you one or twice recently, mostly to see Nora but to inquire you maybe getting a teaching position at Hogwarts as a Herbology Substitute.  You were profound in Herbology, Professor Garlik remembering you being one of the best in your year.  Professor Garlik was due to do on a few treks along Europe and even Asia to investigate some new species of plants and herbs that were recently discovered, and since she is one of the best herbologist in the region, it would mean she would be out of school for Long periods of times. 

Although you thought it would be amazing to be at Hogwarts again as a adjunt Professor of sorts, you were worried in leaving the house and Nora behind.  Ominis reassured you that he would be able to stay home with Nora when you were needed at the castle.  He had a flexible title at The Ministry and he could work from home, so to speak, since most of his work was delegating contracts and combing over paperwork.  Thanks to his wand, he was able to listen to the contracts and paperwork being spoken to him verses him needing to read it, a magic skill spell he learned after getting his job.

Still, you told Professor Weasley you would think about it, since you were still focused on Nora and giving her the childhood she deserved.  Thankfully, Professor Weasley fully understood, and reassured you that the position will always be available for you whenever you wanted.

“It should be any moment,” You hummed at Nora, who’s nose barely made it over the door to look up at the sky with her fingers clutching the top, “We should get the fire ready for your daddy when he come home,”

“I’ll help!” She said in excitement, running over to the pile of logs that was next to the fireplace.  You walked over to lad the fireplace, Nora handing you smaller logs as you handled the bigger tones, “When will daddy be home?”

“Anytime, dear,” You replied, then taking out your wand and lighting the fire with a flick of your wrist, “And I think tomorrow, since your daddy doesn’t have work at The Ministry, we should go into Hogsmeade and find our Christmas Tree,”

“Can we get a big one?!” Nora asked, you grinning as you gestured to the roof above the pair of you.

“Surely not one that will hit our roof, dear,” You advised her, seeing her giggled as she nodded her head, “How about one a pinch smaller, and we can add the ornaments that we got for it, how about that?”

“Okay!  Can I get some of them ready?” Nora asked sheepishly as you kissed the top of her head.

“Sounds like a good idea.  You’re in charge of the ornaments while I’ll get supper ready, okay?  Be sure to be careful with the ornaments, they’re fragile,” You reminded Nora as she nodded and walked over to the kitchen table, grabbing the box of ornaments that was perched at the corner.

“Yes, Mummy,” She hummed over her shoulder, her blond hair flowed with her movement as you dusted your hands and got up from kneeling in front of the fireplace.  Walked to the kitchen you started working on dinner, getting out the veggies you harvested the week prior and mincing them for a stew as well as some herbs that you stored.  Knowing that snow was on its way, you were thinking that a stew would be perfect for the evening.  

While you were working on the stew, you could faintly hear Nora singing to herself.

“JIngle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way…”

Her little voice rang out in the small room, you grinning from ear to ear for the sound of her voice and how it sounded so light.  Nora was always vocal, since she was a baby she would find any way to make a sound or two if she could. You loved hearing her babe and screech whenever she had the chance, then talking your ears off from sunrise to sunset with thousands of questions.

“Mummy, can I have my own Niffler?”

“When can I learn how to fly, Daddy?”

“Is there really a giant squid that lives in the lake?”

But the one trait you loved about Nora that you never saw coming, was her singing.  She loved to singing, any song that popped in her head she could sing and have no shame.  Yet her singing voice was soothing and light, almost like bells or the twinkle of lights.  Ominis claimed she got her singing talents from you since he was fan of when you would sing.  You rarely did, but you knew he meant well. 

Nora sang to herself some more, touching the ornaments with her small fingers while you got the broth boiling in the massive pot over the fire before you would add the veggie.  You are thankful she was a child that would keep herself busy throughout the day or when you were too busy to play with her.  She also went on playdates with the other children in the hamlet, as well as Natty’s children when they would come to visit.  But in the end, Nora loved being at home with her parents, it was her safe haven and place of familiarity.  

You faintly heard a noise from the door, you looking over briefly to see none other than Ominis at the open door.  He was in his Ministry robes and a large cloak, his bag over his shoulder as he looked as if he had a rough day with the dark circles under his eyes. You were about to call out to him, welcome him home, but you saw that his attention was taken by something.

Or someone.  Nora and her singing.

He loved hearing her sing, almost tilted his head in her direction as she would sing any song that popped in her head.  It would bring him joy to hear her melodies or the way she would raise her voice up and down.  He claimed it was something his Aunt would do, sing on a whim.  You could tell it was something that he adored when he came to Nora, a way to lift his spirits and bring him happiness out of pain.  

Ominis’s head was tilted in her direction, Nora still singing to herself as she fiddled with the ornament in her hands and her legs are kicking under her at the chair.  He was smiling, a rare kind of smile that you know he would only have for her and her alone.  You loved seeing that smile, a dimple on his cheek and his teeth evident.  It was a joy and honor to see him happy again after a long road of rebuilding his life and changing his ways and the pains of his past for a better future.  A future that involved his love for you, and from that love your daughter.  

The two loves of his life. 

Finally, after a long moment or two, he pushed open the door.  The door creaked, Nora looking over and grinning widely.

“DADDY!”  She yelled, hopping down from her chair and rushing to her father. You watched as he knelt down to pick her up in his arms, snuggling her close as the first snowflakes fell from the sky to signal that start of snowfall.  All was well in your home, the three of you together with nothing else coming to snuff out the light that was felt.

The End

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soft!Sebastian headcannons - part 2

Author's Note: so flattered at the response part 1 has gotten, so here's part 2! i may be projecting a bit with the adhd headcannon, but i swear that boy at least partially has it

he’s incredibly protective of you. after losing his parents, nearly losing Anne, and knowing that you defeated Ranrok alone in fifth year, he vowed to never let any harm come to you. he knows you’re more than capable of holding your own in a fight, and his overprotective streak causes a fair amount of arguing between you both, but it stems from his love for you and desire to see you safe

much of his Crossed Wands fan base consists of younger students (including Lucan) that he’s defended from bullies over the years 

absolute caffeine gremlin. drinks coffee when the house elves apparate it onto the breakfast tables, but if he can’t get his hands on a cup, he’ll settle for tea. (this is one of the reasons Earl Grey is one of the first scents you recognize while making amortentia in Potions)

usually doesn’t approve of Garreth’s ‘experiments in class’ (enjoys mischief as much as the young Weasley, but doesn’t want to jeopardize his grade), but once slipped him a few sickles to commission him for an energizing brew

knows how to braid hair, and is pretty damn good at it. Anne taught him how when they were little and he’s been doing it ever since. if MC has long hair, he’s braiding it into a neat french braid before their Crossed Wands match so that it doesn’t get in their face while fighting. some of the boys in his year with fragile masculinity scoff, but when they see half of the students in their year fawning over him. they try to learn how to braid as well

(i’m literally picturing soft Sebastian lovingly braiding MC’s hair with gentle hands before taking his place next to them and absolutely decimating their competition. the complete 180 from tender to lethal has most of the crowd swooning)

is absolutely the little spoon, but will take over as big spoon if you ask him to. whenever he’s stressed or overwhelmed from school (or the danger you often find yourselves in) he just wants to be held

has a major sweet tooth. he always has some sort of sweet with him. whether it’s a chocolate frog, a box of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans he’s split with Ominis, or a pastry tucked away from dinner

absolutely ADORES museums. his parents used to take him and Anne to wizarding history museums as well as the natural history museum in London. seeing artifacts up close while satiating his thirst for knowledge is his personal paradise

(possibly becomes a museum researcher after graduating. something a bit daring and dangerous that lets him put his dueling skills to use in the pursuit of contributing knowledge to his field)

has some degree of adhd that influences his impulsive decisions, risk-taking behavior, and constant switching from topic to topic. has many detentions from talking while the professor is speaking or engaging in unsanctioned spell work, but it’s not his fault classes aren’t stimulating enough 

loves dueling and defense against the dark arts because he gets to engage in hands-on activities after long days of having to sit quietly and still for hours of lectures

herbology isn’t his strong suit, but one day you tell him your favorite flower and he’s determined to grow them for you. a few days later in the undercroft you notice a little self-watering potting table with a few buds poking out from the soil. there are at least five herbology books flipped open to various pages on the exact flower you mentioned with little notes scrawled in the margins

he hands you a bouquet of the flowers once they’ve grown and you swear he looks positively elated

[demonhuntingcaterpillar]

When Cursed Child was released there was uproar about the difference between Harry and Draco as fathers. Fans were upset that Draco Malfoy was such a calm, understanding father while Harry was a bit of a hot head. It was hard to grasp the distinct difference between the two characters as fathers. I’ll just resolve this whole issue with one word: Narcissa.

The biggest difference between Harry and Draco’s childhood is a mother’s love. Harry did not know what it was like to be parented or loved until he was 4 ft tall. Whereas Draco had grown up with a loving mother who cared for him while he was ill and tucked him in bed each night. Draco being such a good father to Scorpius makes sense because he had two polar opposites as parents. There was Lucius, who loves fiercely but his love is entirely conditional. And while I believe Lucius loved Narcissa more than life itself, he put his Death Eater duties and his thirst for power over his love for his son.

Narcissa was a different story entirely. Even though she married into the cause, she never took the dark mark. I believe this was because she saw what it required of Bellatrix, Regulus, and Lucius. She did not want to have to choose between Voldemort and Draco, because she knew she would always choose Draco. When Draco came of age, Lucius wanted to send Draco to Durmstrang. Even though Narcissa came from a world of pure bloods, she decided they would send Draco to Hogwarts. Prioritizing Draco’s safety over blood purity. This tells us she will choose Draco over Death Eater values. I believe losing her sisters and Regulus made Narcissa hyper aware of possible dangers and ever protective of her son. During his first year, we know it was hard on Narcissa to be away from Draco because she sent him sweets and letters daily. She is consistently protective of him, especially when Lucius must go to Azbakan. She bears her teeth and throws Sirius’s death in Harry’s face. Again, choosing Draco over anyone else, including her dead cousin Sirius. When Voldemort decides to make Draco take the mark as a punishment for Lucius’s mistakes, Narcissa sees his actions for what they are. She risks her life, along with her sister’s, in order to ask Severus to make the unbreakable vow. Narcissa gives Draco her wand during the war to be able to protect himself after Harry takes Draco’s. This leaves her and Lucius completely defenseless while Voldemort is LIVING IN THEIR HOUSE. They are in the midst of a war and Narcissa goes wandless for Draco. And finally, when Harry gives his life in the Forbidden Forest, Narcissa makes her biggest bad bitch mama bear move yet. She uses occlumency and lies to possibly the most powerful Legilimens ever, Lord Voldemort. She knows Draco is at Hogwarts, she knows he is more important to her than life itself. So when faced with this choice for maybe the billionth time in this woman’s life - Voldemort or Draco - she chooses Draco. Something her husband never had the balls to do.

So don’t come for me telling me Draco couldn’t have been a better parent than Harry. Don’t come for me telling me how terrible his father was and how there is no way a prat like Draco Malfoy could be understanding, forgiving, and loving. He knew what it was like to grow up with people hating/fearing him because of his father. He grew up knowing what it was like to be in the shadow of grand expectations, and what it was like to fail them. He grew up knowing the love of a mother’s touch and feeling Narcissa’s unconditional love. Draco Malfoy is an amazing father because Narcissa was an amazing mother. She put her love for Draco before blood status, before her husband, before life itself… which is exactly why Draco prioritized Scorpius’s happiness above everything else.

There’s a reason fanfic writers do everything but portray Narcissa as the Virgin Mary!!! She was just as good of a mother as Molly Weasley and Lily Potter. She was just as strong and brave and protective as Minerva McGonagall.

Sweet, loving Daddy Draco is canon and I will die on this hill.