Warnings : smut, threesome, short, english isn't my first language.
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"She's so cute... isn't she, dear ?" Esme smiled softly, caressing your hair.
It was a bit difficult to do so, poor kept being jostled back and forth by her husband's hard, merciless thrusts. Desperate sounds escaped your lips, while your face remained pressed into Esme's breasts.
Carlisle growled in agreement. Your warm cunt was soaked and dripping with a mix of your arousal and beads of precum. His hands dragged you back, impaling you on his hard cock. It hit you so deep, so good.
"Yeah, so tight, taking it so good, mh girl ?" He suddenly grabbed your hair and threw your head back.
Tears welled up in your eyes, a mix of pain and pleasure. Your moan got cut off as Esme gently guided your mouth to her soft nipple.
"Shh... I know he's meanie, but you're being so good for us. Cute little baby..." She cooed in your ear.
You whined around the flesh, eyes dizzy. Her hand in your hair stayed as she tilted her head back in a low hum. Carlisle pushed down on your lower back for you to arch your ass up to him.
"Fuck, such a good little slut..." He pounded into you in a sharper angle, making your head spin.
The sensations were getting too much, the man behind you maliciously hitting the mushy buddle of nerves right in the curve of your core. You suckled harder on the erect nipple and squeezed your eyes shut.
"Aww darling, I think she's gonna cum." She beamed proudly, like she would a puppy. "You're going to finish, pretty girl ? It feels so good, mh ?" The condescending tone of her voice made your belly turn to mush.
"Oh yeah ?" He smirked, leaning forward to kiss the back of your neck. The action made him pressure to the hilt inside of you. You mewled and your walls twitched. "Better made sure this little head is empty and well fucked."
The force of his pace pushed you forward, making you lay on top of Esme naked body. She chuckled and sneaked her hand down, passed your breasts, passed your belly, right on your little clit.
"Ngh !" You let go completly of her breast.
It sent a sharp electric-like spark up your spine. Esme didn't seem like it, but she could be as mean as her husband. She didn't let up, drawing tight circles under the hood. Needy, breathy 'ah, ah, ah' left your throat without any sort inhibitions.
"Yeah, that's right. Sing pretty for us, lovie-" His voice cracked in her effort, taut muscles to push you off the edge.
Their combined effort, or more like the restless assaults on your body, worked you like an instrument, playing the sheets of your pleasure perfectly. You knew it was coming, but your orgasm wrecked you completly. Thighs shaking, velvety walls clamping down on his throbbing shaft. Carlisle pulled out and spilled with a low groan across your buttcheeks.
"What a perfect girl for us." Esme kissed you deeply, keeping you in this floaty state.
I yearn for Carlisle cullen spoiling y/n. Maybe where she is nervous to ask for something (like jewelry) and he is like "here is my debit card 😏".
Carlisle Cullen loves spoiling you :
Warnings : fluff, age gap (late twenties), a bit sugar daddyish, short.
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It was a beautiful piece of art, a masterpiece truly. Now, you weren't usually a big jewelry person; you mostly wore the same bracelet and ring every day, but this one really caught your eye.
A marvelous two-layer necklace, a top part as a choker and the second was a gentle drop of pearls and little golden chains holding soft stars. A big northern star is setting just on top of the valley of the chest. Above, a polished sapphire was framed in an opal shape, and surrounding said stone were two pretty firefly wings.
It was amazing, but also expansive. You weren't poor, but there was no way in hell you could afford such a piece. But oh... you wanted it so bad. Maybe you could allow yourself to take from your main account ? You couldn't take from your savings... Maybe wait for your next birthday ? But what if it's sold by then ?
Maybe... you could ask your boyfriend ? Well, 'boyfriend' didn't feel like the right word. It felt too little for what he meant to you. Carlisle was your partner, through and through. He loved you dearly, and for him, it was only a matter of time before you moved in with him. But ever the gentleman, he was patient. He had all the time in the world.
You knew he had the money, but you never, ever asked anyone to pay for something so expensive for you... Surely if you promised to pay him back, he would lend you the money !
So, filling yourself with courage, you stepped down the stairs. Of course you've been staying at Carlisle's for the week, it was safer here anyway. With your phone behind your back and dressed in a short and one of his large white shirts, you walked up to him. Carlisle was sitting by the fireplace with a book in hand.
He heard you come down and was already smiling at you. "Hey baby... your shower went okay ? Did you have everything you needed ?" He reached out his hand to you.
You took his hand, letting him guide you to stand in between his legs. "Yes... it was great, thanks for all the products, you didn't need to." You smiled gently.
You had been surprised by the amount of great quality self-care products that the bathroom had. It was probably from the few times Carlisle came to your flat and went into your own bathroom that he noted all the hair care and skin care you used. Because that impossible man had stocked his shelves with hydrating creams and shampoos matching your hair type without you even telling him.
"Oh, but I did. I want you to have everything you need, darling." He sat you across his lap and held you gently. "You deserve the best." He brushed your hair out of your face.
"Y-You think so ?" Your cheeks flushed and your hold on your phone tightened.
"I know so." A soft kiss was pressed on your forehead. He noticed the phone. "You wanted to show me something, huh ?"
"Ah yes !" You smiled brightly and unlocked your phone.
You showed him the picture of the necklace, and you saw him tilt his head toward you to observe it. "Mmh, it's lovely." "He smiled." "You want it ?"
"Y-Yeah ! I love it so much, it's so beautiful." You smiled bashfully. "But, mh... I need an advance, and I... I was wondering if you could lend me the money for it. I will pay you back, of course ! I just don't wanna touch my savings, and I know I could wait for my Christmas, but I'm scared it will be sold by then…"
Meanwhile, Carlisle had already grabbed his wallet, letting you ramble nervously while he pulled out a humble black card. He waited for you to finish before handing it to you kindly.
"Here, baby, buy it. No need to pay me back, never." He smiled and kissed your cheek. "You should have asked me right away, do you need more money in your account ?"
A soft gasp passed your lips, unsure if you should really take the card. You twisted your fingers and looked up at his dark eyes. "Are... are you sure ? I don't want to waste your money."
"It's never a waste if it makes you happy. I have largely enough to spoil you a bit." Carlisle grinned and bounced you lightly on his lap. "My baby deserves the best."
"Mmph..." You nuzzled in his neck and rested there. Finally, you took his card and mumbled a soft 'thank you.'
He didn't answer, simply hugged you tighter to his chest. Carlisle spent the rest of the evening cuddling you and helping get used to the black card. Because very soon, he will give you your very own <3
George Weasley and you corrupting each other - Part four ♡
ꨄ︎｡° First time climaxing °｡ꨄ︎
Warnings : smut, fem reader, same year couple, short, english isn't my first language.
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Christmas break was finally here, and for the time you spent it outside your own home. The burrow was warm and cosy, the snow was shining through the sunlight and ended delicatly on the windowsill. Laughter and delighted screams could be heard through the glass while you watched from your boyfriend's bedroom.
You had entered out of curiousity, since you two don't sleep together during your stay. After unpacking in Ginny's room you stopped by his room to watch the family, including Harry, playing quidditch outside. A gentle smile settled on your face, and slowly you felt hands fall on your hips and a body cover yours from behind.
George rested his chin on your shoulder and swayed you two from side to side. He kissed your cheek and smiled against your skin.
"You're not playing with the others outside ?" You turned your head to face him.
"Nah... I wanted to stay with you. We might finally have some time for ourselves." He kissed your jaw next.
You grinned softly and tilted your head back. Warmth bubbled under your navel, guiding his hands to your belly. Eyes closed, you enjoyed the calm, a quiet hum vibrated through your chest. It seemed to lure him upward.
"I've been dying to get you alone, darling..." He squeezed breasts through your shirt. "Missed you so, so much..."
"Yeah ? Bet you missed getting your hands all over me, pervert..." You teased but your breath hitched.
"Yeah..." He litteraly purred with a smirk and turned you around.
You beat him to it, standing on your toes to kiss him feverishly. He moaned and wrapped his arm around your waist. His mouth taste so good, a light smell of chocalate and salted caramel, the cheeky boy always sneaked a couple of sweets each he walks through the kitchen. You smiled in the kiss and tugged him gently backward toward the bed.
Suddenly, he twirled you around, toward the other bed and pinned you down to the patchwork blanket. He grinned a top of you, his red hair falling in front of his greenish hazel eyes.
"Nuh uh, your scent belongs on my bed, not my brother's."
"Wow... possessive much ?" You smirked and wrapped your arms around his neck.
He leaned in and inhaled the skin of your neck, kissing the little moles there. "Mmh yes... a little bit. Does it bother you ?"
"No, I like it. Make you all fiery and sweet." You giggled and nuzzled your nose against his.
George kissed you again, this time asking for entrance which you eagerly allowed. The familiar lazy dance of tongues sent a thrill down to your core. Hands shaky, breath hitchings, the two of you caressed your chests. The moans were making you dizzy.
You pushed him on his back and straddled his hips. "We..." You panted. "We can do like last time ? I want it so bad..."
With swollen lips, George nodded up at you and rested in what seemed like their natural place, your hips. "Yeah.. I need it too."
You didn't need more to start grinding down onto his bulging cock. Fuck, it brushed right between your pussy lips, panties wet under the skirt you wore. With a soft breath you shivered and George bit his lip.
It felt so different today, somehow. Heavier, hotter, like a volcano bubbling right under the surface. You kept devouring each other mouth, pulling gently in his hair, drawing more delicious from his throat.
It felt crazy, George starting to follow your movements, bucking his hips desperatly, his own head spinning. "F-Fuck love... you feel so good. This feels too f-fucking good." He downright whined.
"God- Don't stop, just keep d-doing ah.. just l-like that !" You gasped and sat up, abandoning his lips.
It was like you couldn’t control yourself, and neither could George. He squeezed his eyes shut, fingers digging into your waist. You saw his jaw clench, only a second though. Your thighs were quivering, knees killing you but your pelvis was rocking wildly.
You moaned and breathed heavily. You brought your hand to your hair and tugged roughly. Both of you threw your heads back. White spread across closed lids, breath stilling. An eruption of sensations spread in your gut, then slowly, you felt so floaty.
Looking down at your man, and the sight made you whine. He was so pretty, hair a mess and breath ragged. You weren't so bad yourself, he thought. Gently, he cupped your flushed face and softly guided you down to lay on him.
Thankfuly you did, your legs were exhausted. You rested your head on his chest and let out a low hum. George felt the soaked frabics of your pants but he didn't give a flying fuck. He hugged you closed to his chest and kissed your forehead.
"So... this... this was mh... an orgasm, right ?" You whispered, almost shyly.
"You never had one ?"
"I did but... this felt different. More intense." You looked up at him.
He hummed in agreement and gave you a lazy smile. "Yeah... it's new for me too."
You smiled back. He always knew how to reassure you. "I love you..."
Fred might have been a jokester, but deep down ? He was a gentleman. Never once did he want to make a girl cry, and if it ever happened, his apologies would be sincere.
He simply wished you hadn't cried at all today. It had all been an accident, he swears! George and he were trying out a new recipe for their portable stoves when one of those cheeky things blew up right in his face. He was covered in goo and mud and had to hurry down to the showers to wash up before Flinch caught him.
Fred ran down the stairs, blindly patting the walls to find that damn door. The slimy substance fell over his eyes before he finally found the door that was farther to the left than usual...
The tiles hit his feet, already smelling the scent of flowery shampoos and lotions. Not that there is anything wrong with those kinds of smells, but the boy's showers were filled with musky and earthy tones most of the time. Only when he wiped off his face and heard a definitely feminine gasp. And a very scared one at that.
Fred's eyes widened, his mouth already starting to form an apology, but it was hard for him to think straight right now. He knew who you were, watched you stroll down the halls, books clutched to your chest and eyes fixed on the ground. It was surprising for him to be drawn to someone like you, so shy, so gentle.
You were always so neatly dressed, shirt always tucked in, cloak always wrapped around you, but Fred could guess the beautiful shape of your body. Only your hips, for the most part, and a tiny hint of the swell of your breasts. But right now, it wasn't about hints and guesses at all. It was a spectacle.
There you were, your skin still moist from your recent shower. Wearing the most beautiful undergarments the red hair had ever seen : they were the softest lilac, and the cups were made of delicate lace, a flowery design hugging the squishy flesh in a manner that took his breath away. The straps were thin and slightly droopy, and a little bow sat in the valley of your breasts.
It was a matching set— Merlin helped him, it was a matching set. The panties were wrapping around your generous thighs in a mouthwatering display, the fabric slightly more opaque to hide the small patch of hair on your mound and another little bow right on top. The sight made him turn bright red, from his cheeks to the tip of his ears.
Goodness gracious, you were absolutely marvelous. All the while he was dripping in a smelly liquid, which already soiled his shirt. What a sight he really was; Fred was so mad he presented so badly in front of you when you looked so—
Devastated. Your eyes were filled with tears, and your hands were shaking around your skirt, wrinkled from your tight grip. His reputation preceded him; you knew the Weasley twins, and you knew how they loved to tease and laugh, especially when they saw something embarrassing.
"You... p-please don't tell anyone. I-I can never live it down. I-I'm ashamed e-enough..." You said, begging. "Please, Fred, just go—" Unable to finish, your voice cracked into a quiet sob.
Fred's mouth was wide open. He would have never said anything, ever. This was too private, too intimate. And hell, you were too precious to be made fun of! His heart ached at the sight of the big tears rolling down your cheeks. However, he knew staying would only cause you further distress.
"I-I swear I won't tell anyone, love. I… I'll just go shower, okay ?" His voice was softer, needing to make you believe him. "D-Don't want the stink up the whole room." He chuckled.
But his attempt was futile; you were far too ashamed to laugh at his jokes. Instead, you were holding onto your clothes for dear life. Fred nibbled on his lip, feeling awful for being such a creep just then.
"I'm sorry." He said finally before leaving.
Fred closed his eyes, feeling so guilty when he heard your quiet cries behind the now obvious girl's showers door. He needed to fix this.
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Well, he would fix this if you weren't fleeing the moment your eyes fell onto him! Whether it was in the Great Hall, the corridors, or even classes you shared, Fred never had the chance to approach you. You were leaving early and sitting as far away from him as possible.
You looked terrified, like a fawn waiting for the hunter to take the shot now that they were found. But worst of all, what Fred saw was shame. It was written all over your face. Your eyes were constantly teary, and any surfaces that could even show a smidge of your reflection were carefully avoided.
Fred truly hoped it was only about the lingerie, but it was clear to him it was your body in general. Which was completely bonkers to him! You were beautiful, growing into a woman's body that, for you, included gaining more weight on your bones, but it was so incredibly healthy and, dare he say, hot. But now was not the time to get himself worked up. The most important thing right now was to try and help you.
Finally, Fred was found in the courtyard, nestled against a tree and quietly embroidering on what seemed to be a pillow. With a quiet breath, he calmed his demeanor, not wanting you to see him as the teasing Weasley twin coming to poke fun at the shy girl. But as a boy who was truly sorry and who wished he could turn his eyes as a mirror. Ever so gently, he sat down next to you.
You looked up after feeling the presence of someone who was definitely not your usual friend. Tension came right back to your shoulders when you noticed the ginger hair. Before you could hurry back up, Fred talked.
"Please stay. I just... I want to talk to you. I didn't tell anyone, I swear." He reassured you and put his hand on your arm.
"Talk about what ? There is nothing to say. I made a fool of myself... I shouldn't have even worn that in the first place." You looked away, squeezing the fabric like you seemed to do under stress.
Fred frowned softly, noticing the gesture. He covered your hands with his own and squeezed. "Why did you wear it in the first place ?" He wondered.
A sigh, a moment of quiet, just enough time to swallow back the lump in your throat. It wasn't easy to say; you weren't that close to him, despite the fact he was the first boy who ever saw you in your underwear. But his eyes didn't make you feel like that, not even in the showers. There wasn't judgment then; there isn't any right now. Just Fred watching you to understand.
"It's... my friends. They wanted to help me feel better in my body. Alicia told me t-that lingerie can help you feel pretty and with your " You hummed and unconsciously traced the skin of his knuckles.
"Did it help you see it ?" The soft hum vibrated in the warm air.
"I..." Your cheeks warmed up. "It did... I was a bit embarrassed at first, but seeing my hips and chest in the lace made me feel good. I... I wasn't ready for someone to see the fat in my belly, though."
Fred looked down apologetically. The sight made you soften, and you continued. "I know it wasn't on purpose. Obviously you had a lot going on in that moment. " You chuckled, and he smiled. "But I was scared you would laugh or find me ridiculous..."
The ginger let you finish, listening to her and then assured. "I would never laugh at you, or at any half-naked girl."
You hummed softly and nibbled on your lip. It was a hard thing to do, not believing him; he seemed so sincere. Fred was someone you thought was all jokes and chaos; not once did you think he would be thoughtful enough to be mindful of someone's vulnerability. Not out of malice, but simply because the idea hadn't crossed his mind. You were pleasantly surprised to say the least.
Even more so when he lifted your right hand to kiss the back of it, your heart missing a couple of beats. The blush you noticed on his freckled cheeks didn't help. "I... I thought you were... sublime. I know you're ashamed of it, but... well, I don't know if it helps." He laughs sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "But I think your body is beautiful... it matches your mind."
"Flustered" is the only word to describe you. Dishonesty seemed to be absent from Fred's mind when it came to his feelings, and it warmed both your heart and your stomach. You managed a quiet 'mmph' and mumbled shyly.
"Pervert."
He chuckled, and the charming grin came back on his rosy cheeks. "I prefer the term 'art lover.'"
"Oh you— you— !" You stuttered and slapped his arm. "You're unbelievable !"
"Ow ! My arm ! My poor arm ! Aaah, I can never play Quidditch again !" He fell back dramatically and smirked. You chuckled and shook your head. "Guess you have to take me on a date to Hogsmeade to make it up to me."
George Weasley and you corrupting each other - Part three ♡
ꨄ︎｡° First time dry humping °｡ꨄ︎
Warnings : light smut, fem reader, same year couple, short, english isn't my first language.
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On that cold, late November night, you two had a perfect way to warm yourself up. It involved a cloth draped around a red and golden bed, and surprisingly ? A few less clothes. Tonight, no one was here to bother you. They were all down in the common room, celebrating the first win of Gryffondor's team. You had your own way of celebrating.
Over time you got used to the feeling of him straining against his pants. It didn't feel overwhelming or scary anymore. Instead you felt yourself growing warmer and wetter. Now here you were, sitting firmly on his lap. Your boyfriend's hands were stroking your bare waist, squeezing your breasts over your bra, still too shy to be topless in front of him.
Your mind was busy with the sweet taste of George's mouth. Arousal overtook any nervousness you felt in the moment, and you rocked your hips up and down on the bulge. It sent a thrill up your spine. George gasped and pulled away from you, eyes wide. Both of you froze and looked up at the other. Oh god, did you overstep ? Maybe you press down too hard ? God, you just molested your boyfriend !
"D-Did that hurt ? Merlin, I'm so sorry ! I should have asked—" You hurried to say before the redhead cut you.
"Can you do that again…? I…" His hands grabbed onto your hips and pulled you down. "It felt really damn good…" He breathed against your lips with a little smile.
You obliged and followed the guidance of his hands. This felt so... thrilling. The pressure of his cock through his Quidditch pants dug right in between your pussy lips, a wet patch forming on your panties. Unconsciously you let out a whimper, you never felt this sensitive.
"It… It feels good for you too, right ?" George breathed, looking up at you with hazy eyes. "Because it's dang incredible to me." He buried his face in your neck.
He bucked his hips upward, meeting you half way while you gently hugged his face closer. You moaned and closed your eyes, feeling his warm tongue lavishing your throat in attention. You two lost yourselves in the pleasure, it felt so lewd... You loved it.
"So good, so good, George... We should have that sooner- fuck !" You moaned and covered your mouth. This was a new sound, raw and real.
You looked down at his face; his eyes were closed too, but his brows were furrowed, like all he could do was focus on the feelings. Carefully, you shift a bit to the left, and he swears under his breath, and you know why. You pressed down wrong, the zipper hurting him. Before you could use the apology waiting on your tongue, George took control.
Grabbing onto the back of your thighs, he lifted you up. You clung to his shoulders while he lay down on his back and put you back right where you both needed it most. You started to moan at the obvious press of his whole length against you before George cupped the back of your head and pulled you down to kiss feverishly.
Your head was spinning, your tongue dancing wildly like a candle finally catching flame. George felt himself about to explode; he wanted you so bad. Lust and love were melting in a clumsy pot, stirring with inexperience and a deep yearning to fuse into the other's skin. He loved you so much he wanted to devour you whole, he thought as he looked into your dazed eyes and warm cheeks.
The moment was cut short, however, when you heard the other boys coming back up the stairs to the room. George blushed bright pink and scooted away bashfully. Both of you were desperately trying to dress and fix your wild hair.
"Why is it so wet ? Didn't know this was a water sport" George joked quietly with a little, handsome, dumb grin, while trying to wipe off the spot on his pants. You threw his pillow at his face. God, you never felt more embarrassed in your entire life.
Warnings : humour, really silly, self-indulgence, weird french behaviour, gn!reader.
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Carlisle :
- The moment 6pm hits the clock, he knows French!Reader is already on their way to grab a glass of rosé and pull out bags of potato chips.
- Carlisle was so confused the first time they did that, and they were so confused why he didn't. It wasn't something other countries did apparently.
- But ever since you moved into the coven, they established their daily 'apéro', even if no one really ate anything.
- Carlisle watched in fond affection when they taught Jasper how to cheer with a loud 'Santé !'. He always made sure they didn't drink too much though, he cares for you too much.
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Edward :
- Edward and French!Reader were on vacation in their hometown, in the North of France. The Morbihan was luckily a cloudy region, near the sea. He loved spending time here with you, he really did but...
- Good Lord did this coffee thing lasted a long, long time. He learned to be wary of the moment their family or friends mention getting a little cup of café after dinner or lunchtime.
- It might have been a little café as they said, if you put aside the conversations, the debates and banter. Hence, that little cup took a full hour to drain.
- It was even worse if it was full café gourmand, with little pastries and sweets. But that smile on French!Reader face is worse another hour sitting down among quick french conversations.
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Esme :
- Talking about french conversations, Esme was incredibly surprised to hear how passionatly French!Reader talked about heavy subjects like politics and religions.
- She wasn't really shocked by their sense of justice and opinion. It entertained her in a way, she found those conversations incredibly stimulating.
- It wasn't anger, not really, there wasn't any animosity remaining once the topic was closed. They softened however when talking with Esme, she was so calm and patient, even disagreement slid smoothly with her.
- Esme wasn't even fazed when one day, while you were out on a vacation at Washington, she saw French!Reader on TV in a strike for abortion rights. Being with a partner like them filled her with pride.
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Rosalie :
- Coming from a high class family, Rosalie used to learn French from childhood. However years in her new life, she didn't many opportunities to use it. Until she met French!Reader.
- At first, she got offended when they held back their laughter at her heavy accent and mistakes in syntax. Realizing their fault, Reader apologized. God knew how dang hard french is to learn.
- After long days before she accepted their excuses, she allowed them to help her practice. A mix of teasing and growing affection.
- "It's "le pain au chocolat" not "la", Rosalie." Reader smiled reassuringly. "Who had this stupid idea of giving gender to a pastry !" She grumbled.
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Emmett :
- Emmett never spared a thought about France, french people and even less french étiquette. Not up to the moment he went into a car store, looking for parts to fix up his jeep.
- Once he entered, he couldn't find the part he needed. So he went up and asked the cashier. "You got any break pads in here ?" He grumbled, grumpy he couldn't find it on his own.
- However, French!Reader was already frowning. "First of all "hello" and second of all you say "please". Quelle impolitesse..." They huffed, scolding.
- Emmett behaved really well from here on out. He asked very politely for what he needed, he didn't want to upset the pretty little french cashier. Suddenly, he got really invested in french culture. Maybe he could ask them to teach him how to french kiss...
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Alice :
- When Alice first met French!Reader, in a Seattle's bar she got overexcited. She kept asking questions and questions on Paris, the Eiffel Tower and the Champs-Élysées.
- It bore them a bit, but they knew other countries never thought of France as a complete country, but only as Paris. But Alice was actually very interested when Reader mentioned the different regions of their homeland.
- She gasped at the sight of fields of lavender in Provence, marveled at the Savoie's Alps and beamed at the architecture of old wooden houses in Alsace.
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- That night, Alice planned a whole month of traveling through France ans promise to take Reader with her. Yes, this was the first meeting.
Jasper :
- Jasper knew French!Reader from them working with Esme in the architecture industry. They got really close to the coven, and much to the 'young' vampire dismay, they brought their weird greetings with them.
- "La bise" is what they called it. For Jasper, it felt like he was being molested. French people had no business being so damn physical ! You kissed both of his cheek as hello for crying out loud !
- He was fine, Jasper was fine. However, there was life long ban on any European country from now on. Just in case.
- The first time you did that, he looked like he just had a stroke, standing straight like a statue and eyes staring into the void. Reader would call Carlisle in a panic. "My god, I sent him in a cardiac arrest !"
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Bella :
- She watched as they almost cried at the sight of the cheese they found. "Why is it in a spray ? Why ?" And then it was the mayonnaise which they found worryingly white and then there was the clear lack of bread.
- Bella watched in a barely contained laughter as French!Reader dispaired in the convenience where they stopped. It was a spectacle really.
- Bella chuckled when French!Reader grabbed her by the shoulders and whispered in a truly heartbreaking tone. "You've got no boulangeries here ? No baguettes at each lunch ?"
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- She comforted them while they cried in french. Carefuly, she decided to not mention the lack real french cuisine and that they will probably not a eat a good croissant here either.
hi lovely! may i pls request draco malfoy sfw/nsfw headcannon?
Draco Malfoy's NSFW Alphabet
Warnings : Smut, fem reader, same year couple, foul language, english isn't my first language.
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
At first, Draco had no idea what aftercare was. He wasn't a total asshole, it's not like he left right after you two were done. He simply... cuddled you.
Overtime though a comfortable routine was settled. Reliable in a soothing way : peppering your face in kisses, getting up to clean you up, bring a glass of water and then coming back into bed to once again what ? Cuddle ♡
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
As lovely as you were, Draco had to admit he had a thing for you breasts. The swell of them drives him crazy. No matter what size, he would sit you on his lap and would nuzzle in the warm flesh and lick the perky nipples within his reach.
For him ? It would be his stomach. He's quite proud of it, the abs are really well developped now, thanks to his dedication to his quidditch training. The look in your eyes the first time you saw it made him blush. Draco is just happy you find him pretty (baby girl)
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He loves it when you allow him to cum on your breasts. Seeing it trickle down in the valley between them. Sometimes, still drunk on your body, he would lick his spent and sweat clean off.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Would die to try sensory deprivation, not on you, but on him. Please, please tie him up and blindfold him. Make him forget where he is and help him discover the full range of sensations his body can experience. Draco has yet to discuss the idea with you, but he knows you would never judge him. He just needs the courage.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
No experience. He was a virgin when he first been with you. Draco wasn't big on intimacy during his school days, emotional intimacy was even worse. So when you two got together, slowly built your relationship with trust and openess, he was ready.
You both taught each other a lot. ♡
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
He loves cowgirl, hands guiding you up and down, squeezing the flesh on your hips in a delicious grip. Seeing your face is a big part of the appeal, he gets to pepper kisses on your neck, you kiss him all over his face.
But fucking you against the wall is something he want to do more often. Feeling the weight of you in his arms, getting to show off his strength to you, being able to reach deep inside of you. Mmh.. yes he loves that.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Oh Draco would try so hard to be dark and mysterious at first. But as he comes to learn more abour intimacy and sex in general, he finds out it isn't as smooth and aesthetic as he thought.
At first it made him feel a bit ridiculous, the little sounds both of your bodies made, the noises he couldn't control, the times he would mess up and got a little too excited too quickly. So you made a deal : Whenever something silly happens, you laugh it off together.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Heh, Draco prefers it all trimmed. It was just less of a hassel for him, just shaving it off anytime he finds it too long. He takes good care the skin there too, lotion and soothing creams to keep it smooth and not prickly.
Draco wouldn’t mind you having a little hair honestly, but he does prefer it trimmed at least. He wouldn't refuse you with a bush, but it's just not his favorite.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Incredibly intimate and romantic. Honestly he surprised himself, but he discovered how vulnerable he could allow himself to be with you, in bed and warm. He loves to carry you to bed in a bridal carry, simply because he wants to see you smile.
He truly opens up during those moments, it was truly bounding time and the perfect way to show your love for each other.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
I think he uses it mostly to decompress after a long day. He did it most before you entered your relationship. You were always on his mind and it ignited a new fire in him. It was the only thing he could do release those damn, mouth watering thoughts.
K = Kink (their kinks)
- Lingerie : There's just something about your body being hugged in delicate lace, curves embellished by all the different colors and textures. He loves to help you strip, like a little present for him to unwrap.
- Light bondage : Draco is weak for you when you wrap his tie around his throat to tug him closer. Or tying your wrists to the headboard and took his time to kiss your entire body.
- Blindfold : Both you and him. He loves to see you surrounding yourself to the sensations. And he found himself so relaxed when he put all his trust in your hands and lips.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
In the bedroom. Call him traditional, but he put his foot down on that. He won't feel safe enough to give in fully. Once you get your own house, he will indulge you, making love on the couch and even in the kitchen if he feels desperate.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
- Heels : Draco loves you in heels. He doesn't want you to damage your ankles, but if you wanna see him go feral, you'll wear those pretty high heels he bought you that one time. That special, crazy time in the changing room.
- You taking control : Pinning him against a wall or once again, grabbing his tie to pull him down or groping him through his pants, makes his heart pound and blood rush south. Hope you having your slytherin boyfriend as a stuttering mess ;3
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
No daddy kink, He's sorry dear, but the simple thought of it irks him. He rather have you moan out his name then a title. Roleplay as other people also doesn't sit quite right with him, he wants to be himself and he wants to be with you.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He wasn't really good at giving at first. You taught him how you liked, and the moment he discovered where your clit were, you were done. Draco loves to see how much you squirm and buck your hips to escape the feelings. It was truly a wonderful part of your body which he fully takes advantage of.
But he's not better off either. He loves blowjobs and turns into complete mush
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Slow and sensual. He learned that fucking you like a rabbit isn't the best way to make your mind go blank. Instead, he drags the tip of his cock with a madening slowness, hitting all the nerves at your soaking entrance. Only to use this same patience going back inside, your walls gripping onto him tightly.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He enjoys them, though he never goes all the way. Draco wants to take you fully when he has time to make sure it feels really good for you. However, he really like the thrill of a quick handjob or fingering your needy hole to ease your nerves.
He wouldn't say no to a blowjob, but he would be incredibly bashful about it. So quickies aren't frequent, but they are a nice little spice in your sex life.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Draco was raised in a very traditional household, wanting to experiment new things wasn't something he knew. But with you, he was willing to try. Overwall, intimacy and sex is a new journey for him, so he would take little risks at first. Slowly, he would become more curious and more open to try new things.
Wait until you see his face when you talk about pegging
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Like any first timers, his stamina is short and he will make sure to finish you off another way. Overtime, with 'training', he will last up to three rounds, four if he's in good shape that day.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He would be incredibly reluctanct at first. Draco doesn't do muggle stuff, what can they do that wizards can't do better ? But imagine the thrill when he discovers bullet vibrators. You can his hands shake in excitment at the new possibilites for him to tease and torture your little bundle of nerves.
Cockrings are also stuff he wants to try, and overtime, he will become curious around butt plugs. It's just a quesiton of patience ;3
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
A tiny bit. He's not huge fan of it, mostly because he can't resist your little pout. And also because once he's starting, it's hard for him to hold back sinking into your warmth when you're so willing and ready.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Quiet, most of the time. He's a bit embarassed of the sounds he make when buried deep inside your core. But with patience and reassurance, he will allow himself to groan and even whimper on good days.
Well, that is outside the times where you eat him out. He gets so loud, you can draw a wonderful panel of noises : moans, whines, mewls. Take care of him right and he will sing for you like the prettiest bird.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Draco is most likely a switch. He would dom you however you want, beg him to hold you down, whisper everything he wants to do to you while he forces to bounce on his cock without help.
But if you decide you want him tied down and obeying your every whim, he will more than happy to oblige. Seeing you use him to get yourself off make him so damn hard, and yes, he will come the moment you order him to.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
On the longer side, not much thickness, around six inches. Uncut, mushroom head red and smooth. He puts the curve of his cock to good use ;)
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Medium, I would say. He loves you dearly, and Draco loves having sex with you. But it wouldn't bother him to spend a week or more without physical intimacy. He knows his desire for you burns deep, he'll wait for it to come naturaly, no pressure ♡
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Relatively fast. He won't be out right after you two are done, but the mix of endorphin and oxytocin made him droozy and clingy. So most of the time, Draco would fall asleep, cuddled around you, or in your arms.
hello!!! may i request a lil sumn based on George and Reader’s first time? Like super sweet and gentle but exploratory like your two fics on them making out! your work is #fabulous!!
Hiii ! Thank you so much x3 It's something I plan to write down the line, the more and more George and Reader get closer ;3
But like you said, I plan to make sweet and gentle, and a little bit freaky 🤭 Stay tuned !! ꨄ︎
(Also, Fred will have his own time to corrupt as well)
George Weasley and you corrupting each other - Part two ♡
ꨄ︎｡° First time on second base °｡ꨄ︎
Warnings : light smut, fem reader, same year couple, short, inexperienced!George and Reader.
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You two grew a true passion for making out. Like the horny, hormonal young adults you were, you struggled to keep your lips and hands to yourselves. Any free time away from classes, away from your friends or dinners were spent making out and giggling like dorks.
Since the last 'incident,' you were a little too bashful to let your pelvis wander near his own. However, on this Halloween night, you were on a massive sugar high. That's how you ended up, once again, glued to each other's lips.
You were tugging at his jumper, hands clinging just above the knitted G. George was in the same frenzy as you, messing up your white shirt. Which you ironed, mind you. But all care flew out of the small window of the closet you hurried inside just a few minutes ago.
Both of you were digging your way through the layers of clothes. George found your waist first, his hands traveling up your warm back. You mimicked him and pulled him closer, stepping back against the shelves. The kiss was messy, barely coordinated, but damn, it felt good.
He held himself above you, forearm resting against the wall above your head. You stood on your toes, nails gently scratching the skin of his upper back, tracing white lines among his freckles. George hummed against your mouth, tongue licking your lips hungrily, sugar buzzing through his veins.
You moaned back but felt your chest itch in a new kind way. Your peaked nipple seemed to reach out for any sort of friction. In a candy-fueled courage, you grabbed his wrist, still deep in the kiss, and guided it over your bra. It made George turn bright pink and pull back to look down at you.
Time slowed in your little bubble, heavy breathing filling the silence. He wasn't sure what to do, but Merlin, your gesture made his heart pound. Unsure, still checking your expression, he closed his hand around the fleshy globe. George had never actually touched a girl's breasts before; he knew overall where to touch, but... with you, he wanted to do things right. He apparently succeeded if he correctly interpreted that look in your eyes. That warm, needy look in your eyes.
The red head gulped and ever so gently dragged the cup of your bra down. You trapped your bottom lip in between your teeth, and his thumb drew circles on the areola, searching for the bundle of nerves. Your pants of anticipation hitched, and the tip of his finger finally found it. A shiver ran through you, and you couldn't help but nod in eagerness.
"Y-Yes, yes... do that more…" You breathed quickly, grabbing his tie and bringing him down to kiss him.
George melted in the kiss and obliged with an almost pathetic rapidity. He rolled the nipple between his thumb and index finger, drawing more new, delightful sounds out of your mouth. Your back arched against his chest while he stepped in between your legs. He couldn't help but match your noises, and his little moans turned you on way more than you thought they would. Who knew a boy could sound like this? You wanted more.
Your hands sneaked back under his shirt, grazing above his forming abs. It was hard to concentrate, George was tugging you closer and started fondling both of your soft breasts. A small patch of wetness was forming in your panties, and for once you didn't mind feeling the bulge rubbing against your lower belly.
Finally, your hands found what they were looking for. You softly pinched the smaller nipples on George own chest. Your lover suddenly tensed and buried his face in your neck and you swore you could have felt his cock twitch in through his pants. And the whine he let out made your knees weak.
"Fuck love... you almost made me cum..." He grumbled, red as his hair in embarassement.
You blushed bashfuly, placing a flustered kiss on his forehead, half reassuring, half scolding. "Don't stay stuff like that..." You grumbled.
He simply let out a 'hmph' and pinched your nipple in a cheeky punishment. You whimpered and tilted your head back while your hand snuggled into his fluffy hair. Guess you found your knew favorite activity.
Oh hey gworl could I request a Rosalie fic ? Perhaps something similar like this one with the oral?? cause it’s been days and I still can’t recover from this fic lmao
"Do... do you have to stare at it so much ?" You mumbled, with no idea where to put your hands or where to look.
Rosalie had litteraly dragged you to her bed, demanding you to go lay down on the bed and spread your thighs for her. You were so weak for her, absolutly smitten by her beauty, the order alone made you dizzy. In reality, the blond was just completly confused by her attraction for you. She thought it was your blood at first, but truly, she craved something more... physical. Something hidden under the heavy layer of winter clothes you wore, always wearing that made you look so unfairly endearing.
She felt trap in her desires, so she decided to get rid of them. Maybe it was like when you wish for something, you envy it, but once you obtain it, the hype dies down. And surely a single lick of your sweet scented pussy would sate her fully, right ? Then she can get over these silly feelings.
You weren't even that pretty... looking down at her with the same anticipation as one of a little fawn. Your curves were fine, at best... nothing she would to caress until you were writhing with impatience. And your pussy ? Well not as pretty as hers but she had to admit, it made her salivate.
As she laid on her belly, still fully dressed compared to you who laid there completly bare, she face your core directly. Her thumbs opened your lips, your quivering hole clenching around nothing. Rosalie hummed thoughtfuly. Your cheeks burned, you were never inspected this way before. Humiliation and arousal mixed and twirled in belly, pulling a thick thread of tension in your guts.
You wanted to please her so bad, god if you had known you would have shaved better than this ! To your immense shock, Rosalie leaned in and inhaled your musk direcly from the source. She ignored your gasp and scoffed.
"Not bad... let's see if it was worth driving me crazy."
She took longue, wide lick of your folds, going from down, just above your ass, all the way up to your hidden clit. You covered your mouth, a whimper threatning to escape once you realized Rosalie Hale was licking you to see if you were to her taste.
Slowly, she pulled away. You gulped, silently waiting for the result of this test, as you thought it was. And what Rosalie thought would make all interest for you disappear just multipled it by a fucking million. Her eyes flashed bright red, and before you could even process the information, her mouth engulfed your cunt.
A growl came from the depth of her chest, the vibrations causing to arch your back, fleeing the sensations. You let out startled moan when Rosalie spanked your asscheek as a warning.
"Don't move, fawn. Or I will tie you down." She didn't bother to move back to talk.
You did as you were told, doing your best to stay still even if her threat sounded like a way too good of a time for the innocent image you tried to uphold. Obedient as you were, your hands stayed clenched around the sheets while the blond kept slurping your juices. There was no way you were gonna ruin her hair without her explicit green light.
However, Rosalie couldn't give a rat's ass what the hell you did with your hands. All her mine could focus on was keeping the flow of nectar coming, to push you over the edge just to catch you right back. Her next victim was your clit, which she nudged the hood off to suck the little bundle of nerves of all it's worth.
As mewls ans whines kept pouring from your lips, she mumbled something along the lines of. "You kept this hidden from me ? Now it's all for me, just for me, you hear ?"
All you could do was nod, lost in unexpected pleasure. Her hands massaging your thighs traveled up to your breasts, kneading one of them generously and pinching the sensitive nipples there. Damn, even your tits were cute...
More moans slid from your throat, the pleasure she felt from eating you out was incredible. She never thought she would do that, ever in all her life, but god, fucking a woman is the best. Unable to resist her own lust, her hands undid her pants with a speed that would make you question if she hadn't turned your brain to mush.
You glanced down, curious in your hazy state, and the sight that awaited you made you whimper. Rosalie was rubbing herself furiously, her pussy dripping with arousal. Her hips rocked into her hand as she worked her orgasm. Which was as close as yours.
"Oh fuck- Oh yes, yes.. cum with me, come on fawn.." She whimpered into yout hole, eyes squeeze shut
You threw your head, eyes widening from the overwhelming pleasure. This felt unreal, this felt like your bones were melting, feeding your veins to make your heart pound, and pound, and pound. With a final glimpse at the ceiling and by the sinful moan from Rosalie glistening lips, your vision turned bright white and you came undone onto her mouth.
Rosalie drank greedily, taking everything in like a gambler addict receiving their precious treasure. She came with you, creaming in her pants, leaving a big wet patch.
Her hands trembled as they found their place on your belly, her head nuzzling against your lap. Finally, you indulged and gently caressed her hair in a soothing gesture.
Warnings : a bit suggestive, short, aftercare, pure fluff.
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Cuddled up in messy sheets, Emmett played with your hair, checking for knots he might have caused during your passionate exchange. Busy as well, you were tracing random forms along his pecs and belly. The thin layer of hair was moist from sweat and... other fluids.
You reached and grabbed a tissue on the night stand and proceed to dry your lover. Emmett was taking care of the final tangles in your hair when you spoke up.
"You know what it looks like you're doing ?" You glanced up at his face, tho you could only really see his beautifuly marked up jaw.
"Mmh ? Tell me." He smiled, voice roughened up for obvious reasons. But careful to not ruin your little bubble of piece, he kept his voice low.
"Like a monkey checking for ticks." You teased with a grin.
He chuckled and shook his hand. It was something he loved about you, you matched playful energy. You were his little bundle of joy, the precious warmth of a vital fire in the midst of his cold existence. He smoothed your hair gently and kissed the top your head.
"Ah yes, my little chimpanze, but don't expect me to eat your dandruff away." He grinned and ever so gently nudged you.
"Oh but why ? It's full of proteins. Don't you need it in your healthy vampire's diet ?" You bit his muscled pec.
He didn't feel it of course but seeing you so unafraid of him made him even more found of you. It made him feel like a giant taking care of a feral, though loving, cat. Which wasn't very far from the truth.
"Mmh I might look into that... but I rather include you in my menu..." He inched closer to your cheek.
"You wouldn't dare..."
And using his ultimate attack on you, Emmett's lips latched on your cheek and blew raspberries on the surprisingly sensitive skin. Your laugh boomed through the room, delighted and free. And if it wasn't enough, his hands joined as well and started tickling your bare waist with the dexterity of a tickle master.
"Aaah ! No, no fair haha- stop it !" You giggled, tossing and squirming as much you could to escape his love filled attack.
He laughed alongside you before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you on top of him, snuggling you close like a teddy bear. Or more like a bundle. His little bundle of joy ♡
Summary : As a cupid, an angel of love, your mission was to make sure everyone was paired up with the right person. Yet you couldn’t get your two most ancient clients to finally end up together. And despite the 6,000 years spent on the case, you couldn’t bring yourself to give them up, oblivious to the reason…
Pairing : Aziraphale x Crowley / GN!Reader x Crowley / GN!Reader x Aziraphale (polyamorous relationship).
Parts : First - Previous - Next
Masterlist : Here
Warnings : foul language, withdrawal depiction, self-hatred, angst, slow burn, english isn’t my first language.
Words : 4k
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You woke up, gasping as you emerged from the depth of your mind. It was like your heart was desperately reaching out to grasp the last little bit of love that remained in the world. But it seems all that was left rested on yourself.
The world was ending.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck..." You groaned and stood up hurriedly, realizing you were in your living room. Pushing back the memories of the night you bolted up toward the door of the house. Eden's eyes followed you, mewing in worry. Indeed, you were quite the awful mess, bruised on the face, hair disheveled, and clothes ripped to expose my heart. Your footsteps resonated in the whole house as your mind made you go to your room before immediately going back into your kitchen.
You needed to settle, or else there was no way you would make it. After a few deep breaths and some nuzzles from your little cow, you stopped running around like a headless chicken and finally settled enough.
"I need to go to Aziraphale's... gotta help him." The mumble left your lips, and you almost automatically acted on it. You mindlessly petted Eden's head, like you were living for another day of work, and walked through the door.
Mind fuzzy, limbs numb from being passed out on the floor, you started running down the street, heart pounding in your chest like a war cry. Your lungs were on fire, knees and arms aching from the tenseness of your body as sweat coated your back and neck. Forgotten was the angelic cupid from the very beginnings; only remained the crumbling creature bolting through buzzing streets, pulled by an inexplicable feeling of panic. Filled with the writhing dread of losing the one thing left to fight for.
Checking to your right, you saw the huge headlines announcing the rise of the long-lost city of Atlantis. It made you gulp, knowing the Antichrist was close to gaining full control of his powers. Coupled with the love slowly bowing from the scene. The usual polite excuses of Londoners from bumping into each other were replaced by harsh insults. It wasn't fair, not in the way that mother looked at her child with disdain, the way that kid would kick that stray cat, or the way those friends were blatantly ignoring their friend's misery.
None of this was fair. They didn't deserve this. For this planet was about to collapse, and here were the humans tearing each other apart too. Will they comfort each other? Hug, kiss, and smile in their last moment. Or will they all die while spewing the most vile words and violent touches?
No ! You shook your head and scolded yourself. You had spent hours scavenging the deepest part of your memories to get crumbs of love; you will not waste it while you could still try to do something !
As you ran through the busy road, you finally made it to Aziraphale's bookshop. You burst through the door and tumbled down due to your own speed. Wasting no time grumbling in the blankets, you stood up and stumbled around like a baby deer, looking around frenetically.
"Aziraphale ?" You called out, voice cracking for a second, causing you to wince. You passed a hand through your messy hair as you panted, trying to see more clearly.
He wasn't here; you didn't smell him or hear his soft humming ringing through the shop. Even when you neared his desk. Which was... elusively untidy, for Aziraphale at least. Papers had been spread everywhere, hot cocoa heavily neglected, and white gloves carelessly laid on top of a book. Your foot tapped on the floor, and even your leg started bouncing. Something bothered him; something came up, but it didn't seem like anybody came here.
If you hadn't been so stressed, you might have noticed that you were the one who found the book in the back of Crowley's car, but all you could think about was the whirlwind ravaging your thoughts with one single idea: you had no idea what to do. No trail to follow, no way to locate him, nothing! You quite literally spun around, forcefully trying to activate your cupid vision, hoping to find anything to help you. It gave you a hellish headache, but you were too anxious to care.
Until a squall rushed through the front door and turned some pages of the book, sending the white gloves flying right past you. That's when you hurried to close the book—well, slamming both of your arms on it, because what were you if not a dramatic being? Your eyes drifted down to the words written down, and your brows furrowed as you looked them over. It read: "When Robin's blue chariot inverted be, three wheels in the sky, a man with bruises be upon your bedde, aching his head for willow fine."
You blinked for a bit, just staring at it. It made no sense at all if you only read it. But you smelled it. You always did. Heliotrope, the scent of eternal love and devotion. Your eyes widened gently; it's been some time since you had encountered it, despite it somehow lingering in your mind. You kept brushing it off, though.
And luckily, your pinkish gaze was able to sense the lingering love around the words, and surprisingly enough, it seemed to wave a sort of thin string. It was one of a cupid's powers, one you thought you lost when your bond broke. No wonder they were all impressed with your efficient work when they had such a trick up their sleeves while you had to sniff your way to possible couples. Heck, you should have had a fricking badge of honor for it. Best disabled Cupid !
Coupled with a subtle eye roll, you turned toward the breadcrumbs left by the persistent bits of love and decided to try to do what you were good at, matchmaking. That's all your scattered brain can focus on, all your yearning body is aiming for, your sweet, sweet drug. With that repulsive thought, you shuddered; you ended up flying above London, following the trail, because you were not here to lose time! It was a long flight and a tiring one. You were fed on miserable particles of love, but God, you couldn't bring yourself to stop.
Your sad little run brought you to a familiar landscape, the British countryside. It was all quiet, saved from the occasional tweet of a bird or a swoosh of an alien... spaceship...? You frowned. When did this become a thing? You slowed, scanning the sky above, watching the weather going mad. "What the..."
That's when you got a whiff of the incredible waves of love. You gasped and absolutely ditched your trail. Flying through the trees, dodging the branches and driven by the sole prospect of reaching the source, you scanned below you, eyes wide.
It had to be somewhere. But where ? Where is it ?! Cold shivers ran down your spine, and your fingers began to twitch with need. No, you had to calm yourself… but how could you? It was just right here! You just had to look better. Much better. Taking a sharp turn to get into the open sky, above some meadows, and instinctively, so human-like, you chose to walk and landed rather harshly.
As you bit on your lip a bit too hard, your concerning race was stopped when you heard tires screeching and a loud crash rang through the air and made you flinch. You turned toward the sound, and your love vision activated on its own, and the trail spawned again.
You dashed toward the smoke that began to rise, dog barks joining in. You slapped yourself mentally; how pathetic were you to let your attention get snatched like that? It slowly dawned on you that you were running out of time, and fast. So you jumped above a wooden fence, and you spotted a weirdly shaped blue car and a bunch of kids rushing to it too.
A man pushed his shoulder against the door of the upside-down vehicle and crawled out with a groan. You and the kids helped the man get away from the car, despite their obvious confusion as to who the hell you are and where you came from. Or maybe it had to do with your catastrophic appearance. But all you could do was grin. The trail was linked to him, to his sternum, which meant things would be a lot smoother now.
You helped him up, and to you he seemed alright. He had a bloody nose and looked a bit pale, yes, but he was fine! Unfortunately, your hopeful gaze had to follow him passing out onto the fallen leaves. So, not as smoothly as you hoped.
"Humans…" You sighed and rolled your eyes. You kneeled down beside him as the children circled him as well.
"He's hurt. Come on, we should do something." The curly-haired one said, determined. You hummed in response and gave the man a light slap on his cheek.
"We should get him away from the car. It might blow up," said another one. You glanced toward the car, doubtful. It wouldn't even make a bubble if it blew up under water. The little taps continued with more hurry now.
"Why should we do anything ? There's a grown up right here anyway." The little girl huffed. She gave off the boring scent of nonchalance, like pot au feu. Almost tasteless in its making.
You scoffed and tapped his cheek harder. "I can't carry a grown man alone." Which made her roll her eyes.
The man opened his eyes again and sat up slowly with your help, resting your hand onto his back. He panted, eyes unfocused, and started to mumble something.
"Dick Turpin won't blow up..." He gulped. "You're probably wondering why it's called Dick Turpin."
You cocked a brow and watched him check the blood under his nose. "Well..." He sighed and passed right back down at the sight of blood.
With an eye roll, you stood back up and ruffled your unruly hair. You gazed over his chest and followed the thread. Great, you still got some miles to go.
"We gotta carry him. Do you know where we could take him ?"
The young boy with glasses smiled and offered. "We know a witch !"
A what now ?
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You felt like a gold fish, circling in your own little world and ending up in the same spot. First Tadfield and now this cottage? You grumbled at yourself and kept the poor man supported as the kids opened the door for you.
"Mh, yeah, hello." You huffed as you saw the witch open the door like she expected you. "He was in a car accident."
"Yes, I know. Come in." She helped you, a tad surprised to see you here, or maybe it was just your disheveled state that threw her off. "Let's get him upstairs."
Once you brought him up and dropped him on the bed because, damn it, a human male weighs a ton, you held yourself against the wall, your leg bouncing nervously. God, your head was a mess of thoughts; you barely heard the sassy kid conversing with the American bun lady. All you could focus on in this wonderful, marvelous smell of love, and it seemed so much stronger now... it was driving you insane. You yearned to be fed.
"... You coming, Adam ?"
"I didn't say you could go."
The tone was so cold and strict, it didn't sound like it came from a little boy. You frowned and took a good look at him. How queer... you couldn't smell anything on him. It freaked you out even more. First your hunger multiplied, and now your sense of smell vanished on you? The pull toward heaven had never felt so suffocating before—you had to go, now.
As the kids all started to leave, albeit a bit stunned, you followed after them swiftly. But in a little moment of clarity, you turned back toward Anathema, who still tended to the Turpin guy. The delicate thread between the two. A little grin appeared on your face, like a painful irony, and instinctively, you pulled out your little bow, this time in the shape of a small blowpipe. You shot your two little darts into the two doomed lovers and left.
It's not like it would change much of the world's fate anyway.
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You flew well above the speed limits, straight toward the only gate you bothered knowing the location of: Aziraphale's bookshop. You had trashed your apartment grabbing Eden. Can you take her to heaven? No, no, they wouldn't let you— Where, then? You were panicking; it made Eden panic as well. She squirmed in your arms; she almost fell a couple of times.
"Eden !" You scolded, your voice cracking due to tears welling in your eyes.
You landed quickly among London's streets, running and dodging people. You knew the way by heart, thankfully. Your vision was blurry as you held your darling baby closer and closer. Eat; you wanted to eat. But not now. No, no, no, not now. Eden needed to be safe! And… and Crowley and Aziraphale? You were supposed to help them! But no, instead you had to act like a fucking junkie once again, helping absolutely no one! How could you be so selfish? They need you, and here you are just—
"Sweetheart !"
Recognizing the voice immediately, you stopped dead in your tracks and turned around, almost missing the familiar redhead b-lining to you. Your feet carried you on their own halfway to him.
"Where were you ?! I checked your house and the pub; you weren't there! You look terrible, by the way. What happened—" You stopped his rambling by shoving Eden in his arms.
"Take her ! Please take her somewhere safe." You started walking again, Crowley obviously following.
"Where are you going? There is no time. Forces of Hell found out it was my fault! We just have to get Aziraphale and get out of here, run away!"
You stopped and turned around, heart pounding. "The three of us? Where? How... it's not supposed to be this way..." You frowned, confused. The pull shifted curiously in your chest.
"Who cares how it's supposed to be! "Sweetheart," he stepped closer, you could see his yellow eyes beg behind his sunglasses. "We can't do this war;closer; we have to go! There are lots of planets; no one would ever know—"
"No, Crowley !" You snapped, stepping toward him with a heavy foot. "I'm not a part of this 'we'! I never was! So go find Aziraphale, fly to wherever the fuck you want, but leave me out of this!"
"What's going on, Y/N?" He shook his head. His eyes scanned your face, looking for an answer. Was it in your tense features? Was it in this bruise on your cheek...?
The Naga viper slithered its way into your tired nose; Crowley's teeth clenched way too tightly to be comfortable. "It's nothing." You shot it down immediately, absolutely not in the mood for this conversation.
"Who did this ? Was it a demon ? Tell me and I will Kärcher them holy water !"
"Crowley, just stop ! I told you it was nothing !" Your limbs shook roughly. Unconsciously, your heart started charging as frustrationfrustration climbed.
"I can't just drop it, sweetheart; you're obviously not okay." He grabbed your right arm,arm, and the gesture was the match to your gasoline.
"I said STOP !" Suddenly a huge heart wave was sent directly onto Crowley and Eden. It sent you back while your friend fell backward on his rear, holding Eden tightly. You gasped and flinched back. You hadn't meant meant to; oh god,, you hoped he was alright. Filled with shame, you couldn't bring yourself to even touch him.
"Just… go... go find Aziraphale." Your voice cracked and started running away.
Eden mooed sadly, wanting desperatelydesperately to reach for you. Crowley's eyes were wide and helpless. It hurt more than you thought. Tears stung your eyes but quickly wiped them off. You kept running, running until your lungs burned because it was what you deserved. You had ruined everything, hadn't you...
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Knocking the book on your way inside, you headed straight to the rug that hid the portal. Your spasms made it difficult to tug it off, causing you to fall down on your knees when you finally managed. Coherent thoughts were gone; you could smell your drug. It was right here! Right up this portal! You slammed your hands palm-flat on the hardwood floor, your wrists aching harshly. The sigils lit up in a fascinating bright display you completely ignored.
Eyes a deep pink, you chuckled breathlessly and scrambled inside. It felt awful, torn between the warm pull from the Earth and the devouring pull of the Bound. Your heart wanted to stay, but your insides screamed and clawed to get their hands on what they needed.
Heaven felt cold as an ice cube, but your trail was clear and precise. Time was a blur, the sound of your footsteps mixing with far-away voices. You knew exactly where to go. You reached the bound's location; the giant orb faced you with a brightness that would blind any mortal. The heavy wave of love watched over you, and you whimpered in relief. You chuckled and stepped closer.
You could hear laughter, cries, barks, the singing of birds, the wind brushing against trees... It was beautiful. Tears welled up in your eyes, rainbows of life shining in the midst of the salted water. Air hitched in your throat, lungs expending, delight nestling deep in your being. The sounds are settling in your rib cage, taking a place reserved for them and for the love you held in your own heart. Cheeky dimples appeared and grumpy eyes appeared in your mind. Your heart surged forward, making you gasp. The bound seemed overwhelmed. What... what was that...
No, you... you shouldn't be here. What were you doing here? Aziraphale needed your help to find the Antichrist; you had left Crowley on his literal ass! Your poor baby cow must be so lost without you and... the humans... No, no, you couldn't let them down.
You rolled your eyes at the irritating voice before freezing. Oh... You turned around and swallowed thickly. Stupid, idiotic, completely dumb you forgot your one rule. No emotion showing; it was absolutely prohibited. Adriel looked at you in shock; you probably never looked more like a freak to him.
"It's... I'm just getting ready for the war..." You couldn't even convince yourself.
You straightened up when you saw the other cupids enter. Adriel looked back at Chamuel, absolutely outraged. You could only see the scene unfold. Caught red-handed, you saw the claws of a trap you spent six thousand years trying to avoid close down only agonizingly slowly.
"Liar ! I knew something was wrong with you ! How could a cupid have their heart torn apart and still be able to feel ?! You're a mistake !" Adriel snapped again, that little sucker. Mihael grabbed her bound's arm scoldingly.
You couldn't help your frown; withdrawal made it damn impossible to stay calm. "I don't have time for you, Adriel, I have to go back."
"Back ? It's impossible; the War is starting ! The trumpets were already blown; there will be nothing left down there." Chamuel stepped closer, in front of the other cupids.
Jophiel stepped in as well. "You are not going anywhere until we figure out what's going on with you. How long have you been this way ?"
"It doesn't matter right now ! Come on, it's not like you need me here; just let me go ! They need me down there !"
"Who, your bounded ?" Another cupid, Seredael, scoffed.
"Leave them alone ! Come on, there has to be an explanation ! They've always been a bit queer, you know. They told me all about how they sleep and eat and..." Mihael defended you, but it just made you want to tear out your hair.
"Sleep?! Eat?!" A common jabber erupted, and you unceremoniously face-palmed. It's was a huge, catastrophic mess.
"We don't have time, Chamuel; the Bound is going to unfold any minute. We have to go into position !" Jophiel insisted, looking up at the archangels silently asking them to do something.
"You're right... Y/N, we can't have run around." You frowned at his words and stepped forward, challenging. "How about you just let Bound overcome you ? It might fix you ! And the fight would be a piece of cake for you." They grinned, very satisfied with his solution.
"What ?!" No, no, no, you don't understand ! I have to go help them !" You tried to run past them, but two of your peers grabbed your arms and dragged you toward the Bound.
Mihael and you locked eyes. You struggled violently, trying to fly away, but it only made more of them come and help. "Please no ! They need me ! Don't do this !"
But it was no use. You got thrown in the belly of the beast and got swallowed whole. Your mind went blank and only acted on one instinct: eat. Tears kept dripping down your eyes as you couldn't help yourself. There was nothing you could do; loneliness and guilt poisoned your veins.
Aziraphale... Crowley...
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Mihael felt anxiety creep up her back as she watched her friend being locked up. God, she wanted to reach out to you, but fear froze her in place. It felt odd to her; emotions such as dread were not something she was supposed to experiment with. But how could she not ? The sight of your frightened eyes when you lost all chance to escape shook her to her very core. She had seen that face before, and she couldn't prevent it back then; it ate her for centuries.
She will help you now; backing down wasn't an option. But she couldn't do it alone; if she tried to get you out, she would simply be sucked in as well. Asking for help from other cupids would be stupid, and other angels would be too dangerous. Mihael tried to find a solution quickly, flowing in front of a long line of angels dressing for combat.
"Aziraphale, isn't it ? "Principality, angel of the Eastern Gate ?" The quartermaster was handing over an uniform to an angel Mihael could swear she already saw before... "Your whole platoon is waiting for you."
She frowned and hurried toward him. It felt weird remembering a random angel. In her book, the only people she knew were her cupids' peers; she never came in contact with a principality. Maybe not her... but you... Her heartbeat picked up, a mixture of hope and panic overtook her senses, and for the first time in her existence, she ran toward the unusual angel.
"It was 6000 years old..." She interrupted his defense.
"Excuse me, are you Aziraphale ?" She breathed, unusual panic plastered across her traits.
Aziraphale looked at her, not recognizing her. If cupids never were in contact with principalities, it was the same for them. Apart from Archangels, he really only knew you and Crowley.
"Yes, but this is a mistake. I shouldn't be up here. I have matters on earth I need to tend to immediately—"
"Y/N needs your help, please; they can't do it alone." Mihael grabbed his arm, eyes flashing bright pink.
"What ? What are they doing here ? I thought it was odd that the portal was open... I just thought they left with..." He cut himself before continuing. "What do you mean they can't do it alone?"
Mihael inhaled deeply, snowy nights filling her senses. So someone did care for you after all. "They locked them up and hypnotized them with the Bound ! They can't stop eating, and the bound is unfolding ! Please, they can't stop and they're so scared—"
"Show me where they are, quick." Aziraphale said firmly, making Mihael gasp in relief.
Aziraphale couldn't care less that you had lied to him; right now all that mattered was to help you out of your predicament. The world can damn well happen, if the dearest persons in his life aren't safe, everything can wait !
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Hiii everyone ! I'm sorry I hadn't updated for a long time, I had a really hard time getting back into writing this fic. But with the Finale in sight I finally had enough motivation to continue these three's story ! ^^
I hope you liked it, it was a bit of a mess honestly, but I'm glad I got this one done. The next one should be better !
AAAAH Have you seen the good omen trailer ?!! I'm gonna go insane 😭If those two don't have a happy ending I'll sure as hell write them one ! Gaslighting myself with my fics because I damn well can !
Oh and my baby Crowley sleeping in the street, whyyy 😭😭 Aziraphale you better have a freaking PERFECT apology !
Summary: Five times George Weasley says he's going to marry you and One time he actually does.
Tags: 5+1 story, fluff, reader is in Harry's year but is friends with Ginny, reader is excellent at Potions, Ravenclaw reader, time skips, blood mention
Someday
Prologue
Home. The quiet place where your dad, younger sister, and you can reside safely without judgement. No judgement from how “loony” your sister may be, no judgement from the amount of books you can read in a single week, no judgement for your father's work. Just the three of you, living peacefully.
The Burrow. Loud, chaotic, yet still safe. The home of your best friend, Ginerva Weasley. The home of endless pranks, dragonology, and home cooked meals. As a child, you were thoroughly convinced the strange noise you heard at night came from the Burrow, not the wild banshee living under the house as your dad once said.
Besides Ginny, you have grown close to one specific Weasley. George Weasley, the quiet inventor behind the pranks. The boy who had an odd infinity to magical creatures even if he denied it endlessly. The boy who defended you, even if you were nowhere to be seen. The boy who gave you a safe quiet place in this loud brutal world.
1. Eleven Years Old
“Girls, time to come inside. The Scarlet Pimpernel are starting to close. Storms a coming.” Dad shouts from the kitchen window, pulling a groan from each girl. Ginny was finally allowed to come over after weeks of begging, the weather spoils the whole afternoon.
“C'mon I can still show you our radish earrings mum made for us.” Luna says, pulling Ginny into the house behind her. It was great to see Luna so light and free. This version hid in the shadows, caged behind grief after mum passed away. Every night, you held onto your bracelet, the one Luna made for you when she was five years old, praying that you didn't lose you sister along with your mother.
The floor activates as you walk into the living room. Heat creeps up your neck as two of Ginny's brothers exit the fireplace. “Afternoon, is Ginny around?” Fred asks. You nod, pointing to the kitchen. The boy smirks, patting you on the shoulder as he walks past. “Hey Mr L, what's ya cooking?”
“How are you bunny?” Your nose scrunches up, a low groan fills the room. You loathe that name. “Why? Why much you call me that?” A sly grin spreads across George's face as he leans against the back of the couch. “I'll tell you.” His head falls to the side as he shrugs. “Someday.” You huff, ignoring your racing heart.
“When?” George hums, pondering before a wicked grin replaces the thoughtful look. “The day you tell me how you are able to tell Fred and I apart.” Your eyes widen, the scorching heat spreads like a wildfire across your face. “Not even our own mother can tell the difference. So how can you?”
Your saving grace appears through the yellow doorway. “Alright Georgie. I have collected our little G.” Fred announces, sauntering into the living room with a pouting Ginny. “Let's go before mum becomes impatient and send Percy after us.” Fred turns, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “Don't be a stranger, little love.” You laugh, pushing the older boy off of you. “Goodbye Fred.”
You watch as Fred and Ginny leave, waving sadly. “So you're not going to tell me.” You shake your head, looking up at the boy. “Maybe someday.” You whisper, using his words against him. A proud smile tugs the corners of his lips up. “I'm going to marry you one day, bunny.”
And with that, the floo flashed green, leaving the fireplace empty. Leaving you standing frozen in the center of the living room. “He means it.” You twist as Luna walks into the room, holding a single radish earring. She has always perceptive, just like mum. “I'm sure he was just joking. You know how George is.” Luna slides the radish into your hand, closing your palm gently. “I can tell by his eyes. He means it.”
2. Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw
If someone had told you that you would join the quidditch team, you would have insisted they needed to get admitted to St Mungos. Yet here you are. A broom between your legs as your eyes scan for an opening to get the quaffle from the Gryffindor chasers.
“Didn't know bunnies could fly?” Your jaw tenses, ignoring the voice behind you as you lean forward, soaring in between two Gryffindor chasers, stealing the quaffle mid pass. The Ravenclaw stands roar as the quaffle flies right through the golden ring. “Great job Lovegood.” Davies shouts, flashing a proud grin.
You were only a reserve player, only meant to play if one of the chasers couldn't play. When Davies told you he needed you, panic filled your veins. Worked yourself into a fit. Studying, going to class, practicing, and repeat. Hardly returned to your dorm to sleep until Luna pulled you to her dorm, lulling you to sleep with the carefully movements of her fingers running through your hair.
“Bunny, where have you been hiding all this talent? We could have used you during our games at home.” You shrug, a smile tugging at your lips. “Catch me if you can Weasley.” You shout, scoring yet another point. George shakes his head, a lopsided grin on his face. “George, head in the game. Daydream later.”
Ravenclaw wins.
Despite Potter catching the snitch, you and the other chasers secured enough points to beat Gryffindor. Your team crowds around you, chanting your name. George stands on the side of the field,a proud smile on his face and broom in hand. “You do realize that we just lost, right?” Fred asks, following his twin’s gaze. “George, you didn’t tell me your little girlfriend had skills.” Angelina teases. George shrugs, completely besotted. “What can I say? I like a girl with many talents.” The team laughs,knowing that he was a lost cause. The love he had for you shined brightly in his eyes.
“You know she probably be the only one able to beat Ginny on our Sunday games.” George nods, barely hearing any of the conversation around him.
“Well, we are going to go get changed. See you boys at the party later.” The girls announce, leaving the boys behind. At that moment. You look up, eyes meeting his across the field. A shy yet proud smile spread across your face as you wave before Luna pulls you into a tight hug.
“Hey Freddie.” He hums, turning his focus on the besotted boy beside him. “I'm going to marry her someday.” Fred looks back into the sea of blue and bronze. Out of everyone surrounding you, dozens of voices trying to talk over another, your eyes were focused on George. A grin forms on Fred’s face as he wraps an arm around George's shoulder. Even if neither of you have said anything, it was clear as rain to anyone paying attention to the two of you. You were in love. “I know George. Just remember that I am your best man when it happens.”
3. O.W.Ls
Anxiety pulsed through the library, weaving between the bookshelves as students tried to cram information into their exhausted brains. OWLS were right around the corner and these scores decide your future. They decide on which career you end up in.
That’s exactly how George found you. Hidden behind a tower of potion books, ink stained fingers. “Bunny?” George says, walking around the table slowly as if not to startle you. You did not even flinched as he pulls the chair beside you out. “Hey.” George whispers, his hand falling onto your arm. You jump, eyes wide as you look around as if you forgot where you were at.
“George you can not sneak up on someone like that.” George chuckles, leaning back into the chair.”You see, normally I would agree but love I have been trying to get your attention. You, my intellectual bird, did not hear me.” Heat creeps up your neck as you look down at your parchment paper, scattered with notes. “S-sorry George, I’m just trying to get through all of this. You never know what could be on these exams and I can't fail.” George scoffs. “Do not insult my girl like that.”
George stands up, quickly packing up your belongings up. “You need a break.” You try to protest but he gives you the same look Mrs Weasley gives her children. “Fine. Lets go.”
After returning each book back to its proper place, you allow yourself to be dragged across the castle. Stopping in front of the portrait of the fruit bowl, George doesn't let go of your hand, just squeezes it. “Do you ole wise bird know how to get inside the kitchen or do I, the courageous lion, need to assist you?” George asks, wiggling his eyebrows. You roll your eyes, reach up to tickle the pear. You knew what he was doing. George may think he's sly but you know he's just trying to make you feel better, to relax.
Stepping into the warm and cozy kitchen, George asks Winky to make a cuppa and a few of your favorite cookies as he pushes you into the plush arm chair along the wall.
“You are going to ace that potions OWL. Even Snape has complimented your potions. Five separate times!” George kneels on the ground in front of you, taking your hand in his as he brings it up to his lips. “You will get an Outstanding on this exam and every single one. Then you will do the exact same thing in two years when your NEWTs come around.”
His lips, slightly chapped from when he chews on them as he's thinking too hard, brush against your knuckles, sending a swarm of butterflies throughout your body.
“Then,” George drawls, a theatric tease in his tone. “you will come work for me and Freddie because obviously we would be the best option available. We can have a forbidden work romance, only to be revealed as we get caught in your very own and sophisticated potion room. By then, I will definitely have to marry you, to make an honest woman out of you.”
Your jaw drops as you shove his shoulder, causing him to fall onto the floor. “George Fabian Weasley!” George smiles up at you, head falling to the side. “There's that beautiful smile.”
4. The Flight of Seven Potters
The air was thick within the walls of Grimmauld Place. “Everyone understand the plan?” Everyone nods, words stuck in their throat with the dire mission. “Good. Say your goodbyes. We leave in twenty.” Moody's voice echoes like a judge's gavel.
Turning, you wrap your arms around George's waist as you bury your face into his chest. “Bunny, look at me.” You shake your head, his T-shirt rustling under your skin. George carefully hooks his finger under your chin, tilting your head up. “I will be alright.” A single tear escapes, rolling down your cheek. “I'm flying with Remus. I'm not sure if you remember this or not, but he was our professor a few years back. You know for that one class teaching us how to defend ourselves against the dark arts.” A soft giggle falls from your lips, the fear trapped in your bones fading away with it. “Promise you will come back to me?” George leans down, forehead pressed against yours as he interlocks your pinky with his. “I promise.”
The order surrounds the couch in the middle of the living room, hushed voices and small glances between you and bloodied boy.
You pace endlessly. From the window to the open door. “They're late.” You whisper as you step outside, hoping for a sign that everyone was alright. “Darling, please come inside.” Mrs Weasley pleads, voice wobbling. She wraps her arms around you, letting you fall into her motherly love.
“Give him time. That boy will always find his way back to you.”
And he did.
Alive.
In one piece.
Well...
Almost.
Snape blasted one of George's ears off. You could recall the immediate dread as Remus shouted for help.
He was healed now. Bandaged and making jokes. You stayed in the shadows, unable to tear yourself away from the wall.
The man you love laid there bleeding from his missing ear. The man you haven't told you love him due to the war, terrified you were going to lose him. “Go to him.” Tonks says, gently pushing you towards him.
“Hey Buns.” George mumbles, eyes fighting desperately to stay open. “Hi Georgie. You ok?” Kneeling on the ground, you run your fingers through his hair, mindful to not disturb his bandages. His fingers twitch as if he want to reach out, but couldn't find the energy. “Been better.” The honesty shatters what little control you had, years filling your eyes. “But I came back. Didn't-” His chest heaves, trying to catch his breath. “Shh. Take it easy, love.” You whisper, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Didn't break my promise.” You laugh, wiping a tear off his cheek before it could fall onto the floor. “No, I guess you didn't.”
One by one, the living room empties, leaving you and George alone. You moved on to the couch, sitting up as he laid his head on your lap. “I'm going to marry you.” George says, breaking the silence. A smile, so full of love and a hint a fear spreads across your face. You could picture it.
Your dad walking you down the aisle, your sister standing beside you as you proclaimed all the reasons you love the wizard across from you.
Cupping his cheeks, your thumb brushes a tear that fell from your chin. This time not of fear or sadness. This time because of love. “Yeah, someday.”
5. Dirty Dishes
Music plays softly from the living room as you and George wash the dishes, similar to every night. You wash and rinse. George dries and puts them away. No words ever needed. Just time where you were grateful to be standing by his side.
An idea pops in your head as you hand George the last dish from the sink. The pile of bubbles sitting on the corner of the sink begs for mischief. Flickering to the man beside you, a sly grin tugs at your lips. Your hand sinks into the water as you wordlessly cast a spell to clean the water. “Hey Georgie.” The mans hums, looking at you through this long lashes. With a flick of your wrist, a splash of bubbles land on George's cheek. His head turns slowly, a dark look glimmers in his eye. “Oh it's on Bunny.”
Water puddles around your feet as your laughter fills the kitchen. You lean against George, you cheeks sore from laughing.
“I win.” You say, tilting your head. George groans, wrapping an arm around your waist, pinching your hip. “Only because you cheated.”
Scoffing, you try to step back, but the arm around your waist keeps you trapped. “How so?”
George glares at you, but the widespread grin on his face tells you he wasn't truly upset. “You held my head under the dirty sink water.”
You giggle, cupping his cheek as water drops onto your arm. “Stole that ideas from you when you did that to Ron. Besides don't tell me you actually believe I left the water dirty.”
George leans down, lips crashing into yours. It was fast and heated. One that told you how brilliant George thought you were.
“Marry me?” George rasps, words melting into your puffy lips. Pulling back, just an inch to see his face, your eyes widen in shock. “R..really?”
George nods, tucking a damp strand of hair behind behind your ear. “Really. I want to spend the rest of my life. Just like this. Laughing as we do dishes. Together.”
A loud squeal echoes off the walls as you throw yourself into his waiting arms, tears rolling down your cheeks. The impact of your body colliding with his causes him to slip, falling into the water puddle. Your hands fall to the sides of his head, caging him.
“I've had dreams like this before.” You roll your eyes as you close the distance between you, silencing him with a kiss. “I'm going to marry you. My best friend’s older brother.” You whisper, voice heavy with emotion. George cups both your cheeks, thumb brushing gently as his lips curl into a wicked smirk. “Preferably soon.”
6. A Year Later
A soft sigh falls from your lips as you back hit the wooden door. “You there bunny?” George's voice drifts from behind the door. His mother strict about the tradition.
Ridiculous tradition if anyone asked you. So you decided to work around the rules. With the help of Hermione, you booked two hotel room, with the adjourning room.
Leading to this very moment, the two of you sat on the floor, finger tips brushing another, separated by a single door.
“Yeah Georgie, I'm here.”
A small thud brings a smile to your face. Clearly George was dreading this just as much as you were. “I miss you.”
You glance at the clock, the red numbers mocking you. “Only seventeen more hours.”
Tears blur your vision as you will them not to fall. Even if they did, Ginny’s abundant knowledge of beauty spells would save your makeup.
George squeezes your hand as Kingsley turns his attention onto the groom. His blue eyes never wavering from yours.
“Do you, George Weasley, take Y/n Lovegood to be your magically bounded wife?”
George smiles, tears flowing down his cheek ever since he saw you at the end of the aisle.
George Weasley and you corrupting each other - Part one ♡
ꨄ︎｡° First time making out °｡ꨄ︎
Warnings : suggestive, fem reader, same year couple, short, english isn't my first language.
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You two have been dating for a few months now; being friends for so many school years delayed the confession up until your last year at Hogwarts. Now here you were, both of you almost completely inexperienced because of your stubborn loyalty to each other even before you got together.
You had kissed before, little pecks on the lips with bashful, silly smiles plastered all over your dumb faces. But nothing too bold—you're not yet ready to push forward and explore your bodies and intimacy. Plus it was incredibly hard to have any privacy in Hogwarts. Living in boarding school meant every single nook and cranny was occupied by students, a swarm of them to be precise! That's why you two often escaped and chose to roam the school's grounds.
George lay beside you next to the Back Lake, while you sat watching the weeping saul branches swing in front of you, like a curtain circling you. You sighed, happily resting in the privacy of this little haven. When you looked down at him, the light caressed his ginger hair, making it appear more vibrant. You could spend hours tracing and connecting his freckles, creating your own little constellations.
George loves it, loves all the attention you give him. However, he couldn't ignore the little sparks flickering deep in his stomach. It felt stronger nowadays, nothing like the cramps he felt each time he saw you in the corridors. It's warmer, spiky even, and growing stronger as days pass. And judging by the look you gave him, you felt the same.
You nibbled on your lip, glancing down at his own. Slowly, you climbed onto him, straddling his hips. His lips parted, breathing out a little gasp. His hands grabbed your hips, thumbs drawing little circles over the uniform.
"Mmh... is this okay? M-Maybe I should have asked..." You rubbed the back of your neck.
He chuckled and shook his head. "Merlin, no... this is nice. I like having your weight on me. Plus, I can't deny, it's a beautiful view." He grinned.
"Nah, I got the prettiest view." You giggled and leaned forward over him.
George tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek. A low hum came from you, inching closer to his lips. You watched his Adam's apple bob up and down. It was refreshing to remember that your boyfriend was as new to this as you. So you decided to just go with the flow of sensations.
You kissed slowly, eyes closing as you finally took time to taste his mouth. He hummed lowly, his hands traveling from your hips to your waist and shoulder blades and into your hair, pulling you closer. The rhythm was sloppy, trying to work with the eagerness that kept climbing in your chests. When the pressure got bruising, you pulled back and started again slower. Your hand holding yourself up gripped the grass under you.
His tongue teased the corner of your mouth, hoping you accept his invitation. You were reluctant at first, never seeing the appeal of making a soup of tongue like you saw older students do when you were younger. But this felt so hot, you wanted more. So you allowed him in, and it felt downright incredible. The slimy texture of your tongues rubbing together made you dizzy. George groaned at the taste of you. He wrapped his arms behind your back and brought you down, making you lie on him.
Your pants came out ragged and quick, hands grabbing on anything they could reach. Damn it, he was going mad with need. Your moans were muffled by the weight of his mouth, but George could hear them clear as day. He couldn't remember the last time he was this hard before, but damn, your whines were making him ache.
You felt him- you never felt a cock against you. It sent a striking thrill through your spine, making you shiver. You gasped and pulled away. You didn't dare to move, like when faced with a predator. George panted, hazy.
"I'm sorry... it just feels too good."
You chuckled softly and shook your head softly. "It's fine, baby... it's just new for me. Let's just keep doing this."
He didn't need to be told twice, already diving back straight into your sweet mouth. What a great new way to spend the afternoon!
