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[thoseofgreatambition]

pastel slytherin / @mimyun

[thoseofgreatambition]

nightmare

@dontwearitoutt: 38, 25, 24, & 11 george x reader please!💕

11. “Oh, looks like there is no place to sit other than my lap.”

24. “I can’t sleep. I had a nightmare again.”

25. “Holding you in my arms is the best feeling in the world.”

38. “I always joke around because it makes you smile and I love seeing you smile.”

Pairing: George x Reader

Genre: Hurt/ Comfort, Romance

Word Count:

Warnings: Nightmares, anxiety, etc

Description: Y/N has a nightmare after a bad Order mission, and George is there to help her fall back asleep. 

George was feeling incredibly cooped up at Muriel's home. It didn't help that Muriel was a cranky old bat. Thankfully, having you and Fred there made things a lot easier on him. 

Except for one thing. 

You’d come back from an Order mission just a few days ago, looking bruised and almost defeated. Since then, you’d been quiet and seemingly morose. He could hear you getting up in the middle of the night and leaving the house to go take a walk on the property. 

This night, when he heard you walking down the hallway to leave he poked his head out of his room and very gently grabbed your hand, “Where are you headed love?”

“I can’t sleep, I had a nightmare again.” you rubbed your eyes, “I was going to go walk to clear my mind.” 

He grinned at you, “Why don’t you just come in here instead, alright? I’d hope my company is nice than walking outside in the cold.” You smiled weakly back at him as he gently pulled you inside and sat down on his bed, patting his lap. “Oh, looks like there’s no place to sit other than my lap.”

You looked pointedly at the rest of the large bed. “George I don’t think you understand how bed works.”

“Can I rephrase?”

“You may.”

“Oh, looks like the best place to sit is my lap.” he pulled very gently on your wrist until you gave in and crawled into his lap and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. 

You let out a hum and rested your forehead on his collarbone, “This is much better.”

“Do you want to talk about what happened on the mission?”

Immediately your smile faded and you felt yourself go cold. “I don’t want to talk about it.” When you released your arms from his neck he wrapped his arms around you to keep you close. 

George pressed his lips to your ear, “I’m sorry. You don’t have to talk about it. It’s alright. Please stay here and let me take care of you. I want to know you’re alright.” 

You hesitated, and forced yourself to relax as he rubbed circles on your back. 

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I know.”

When you started to tremble a bit, George rocked back and forth the tiniest amount. “It’s alright, my love. It’s alright. You’re safe. I’m right here. Do you know what?”

“What?” your voice trembled a bit, and you tried to focus on his touch and his voice. 

“Holding you in my arms is the best feeling in the world.” 

You chuckled a bit, “Is it now?”

“Mmhmm. And you know what else?”

You took a deep inhale and nuzzled into George’s neck. “What?”

“I always joke around because it makes you smile and I love seeing you smile.”

“What a sweet boyfriend.”

“I’m trying to go for ‘best’ boyfriend.”

“You’re already the best boyfriend.”

“Am I really?”

“Yes.” your eyes drifted shut, and as your breathe evened out George smiled down at you. “I love you Georgie.” 

“Shhhh. Don’t call me Georgie.” you chuckled a bit as he pressed a kiss to your head. “Get some sleep, my love.” He held you close until you fell asleep and then gently laid you down in the bed, before lying next to you and pulling you close.

“Sweet dreams.”

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later

Hellu! Could you write a Regulus Black fic where he is in love with the reader, but gets scared to be rejected, so he sends them anon messages, and one day the reader spots him leaving the message? Thank youuu -- Anon

warnings: none

pairing: regulus x reader

a/n: i changed up his reasons a lil but i hope you still like it!

Regulus Black knew what life was like. Especially for someone like him. When your family was supposed to be the most prestigious and most noble, you didn’t get to choose who you loved. 

More accurately, you didn’t really get to choose who you married. 

Unless you managed to wrangle in someone from an equally prestigious family. He supposed his mother and father would be falling over themselves to promote him and encourage him if that were to happen. 

You weren’t one of those people though. 

You were someone his family would be very displeased to find out he’d fallen in love with. 

Or enraged, if he wanted to be more accurate. 

So here he was, admiring you from afar. 

Leaving love notes where he could. 

Like some damned poet. 

There was a long sigh from the youngest Black as he tucked the note into your seat for charms, only to be greeted by the familiar voice of his cousin. “Reg? What are you doing?” 

Afraid of being exposed, Regulus turned around and faced a rather sympathetic looking Andy. He let out a long sigh-- if he was going to be caught by anyone he’d rather it be her. 

“Leaving a note.” 

Andromeda’s eyebrow quirked upwards, “Clearly. But for Y/N?” Regulus gave a small nod, and she let out a long sigh. “You’re going to have to be a bit more sneaky if you want to keep going with this.”

“Are you going to tell anyone?”

There was a look on Andy’s face that Regulus had trouble understanding, but finally she shook her head, “No, I won’t tell anyone. Just be careful. There’s eyes everywhere, Reg.” 

Finally, he nodded, and Andromeda walked away. 

With his mouth set in a grim line he sat back down where he was supposed to. 

He hardly noticed your face lighting up when you read your letter. 

You were on high alert now. 

You always received a love letter right before charms, and today you’d come much earlier to see who it was that was leaving everything for you. 

Imagine your surprise when you saw Regulus Black setting the letter down on your chair. 

Stepping out of your hiding spot, Regulus’ eyes met yours and quickly widened into a mix of shock and fear. “Y/N--”

“So you’re my secret admirer?” 

He didn’t like to think of himself in those terms, though it couldn’t be denied-- “I am.” You seemed to be waiting for him to say something more, “I ah, well... I’m quite fond of you.” 

That was a terrible way of putting it. 

He sounded like some seventeenth century numpty. 

“You wrote that you loved me.” 

At that he flushed, and looked away, “I did.”

You took a few steps towards him, “You could have told me all of this in person, you know. I love you too.” 

Regulus really wished that this conversation wasn’t happening right before Charms. “My family--” 

“Wouldn’t approve.” you cut him off, and gave him a rather grim nod. You motioned a bit with the letter, “So that’s why it was anonymous?”

“Yes. I thought that would be for the best.” 

Your brow was furrowed as you took in all of this news. “We could just hide it, Regulus.” 

He thought back to what Andromeda had told him, “The castle has eyes everywhere.” 

There was a sad smile on your lips. “I’d rather have a boyfriend than a secret admirer.” 

Regulus felt a rather heavy weight on his heart. “I really don’t think you understand what you’d be getting into.” 

Students were starting to pour in, with you and Regulus in a rather intense staring match. “Why don’t you tell me later?” 

He looked around and gave a small nod. 

Things would have to wait. 

“After class.”

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Hey I love how you know the personalities and characteristics of the HP characters very well! Can I trouble you for headcannons of how jealous marauders and Regulus would act? (It doesn't have to be because their gf or bf is talking to someone else or couple-y) OR jealous Remus (again, doesn't have to be couple-y)? Thank you!

Thank you! This is sweet! 

James

i. james tries to prove himself. he’s full of bluster and bluffing. he’s james fleamont potter after all-- he’s better. he can be better. 

ii. this pride will usually be his downfall, and ends up getting him into quite the big arguments about this. 

iii. it’s hard for him to handle it well and constructively. he’s more insecure than you’d imagine. 

Remus

i. remus is quiet. he doesn’t really get angry at other people for his own jealousy. he’s dealt with worse monsters.

ii. if it’s about his significant other, he’ll try and talk to them about it and he’s surprisingly eloquent about the whole matter. 

iii. rarely does this elevate into a fight. 

Peter. 

i. peter sort of collapses in on himself when he gets jealous in a relationship. he doesn’t know how to fix things. he always suspects the worst. 

ii. it’s why a lot of his relationships end, actually. 

iii. he tries to talk about it but the words get tangled up and come out wrong over and over again until it’s just easier to quit. 

Sirius

i. sirius is used to things like this. you don’t grow up in the black family without getting used to toxic emotions. 

ii. that doesn’t mean he’ll handle it all that well. he’s similar to james, in that he’ll try to prove that he’s the best-- and it’s not until you force him to sit down with you and talk it out that you realize what’s going on. 

iii. he’ll bring it up eventually, and is usually surprised to find that you had no idea why he was upset in the first place. he wonders what he’s not doing to communicate. 

Regulus

i. he’s the second born son, but also the more favored one. regulus is familiar with jealousy, just as much as sirius is. 

ii. he chokes himself with it. he’s a proud man, he wouldn’t admit that he’s actually jealous unless there were a knife to his throat. 

iii. eventually you always find out-- though it’s from a quiet, but very solemn, “please don’t do that” and you wonder how long it’s been bothering him. 

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[thoseofgreatambition]

Nonnie: Oops! I meant the, ‘if you don’t take your freaking medicine i’m going to kill you’ one. w/ draco

Ship: Draco x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 166

Warnings: None

Description: Draco is sick, and Reader, his girlfriend, is getting quite frustrated with him. 

A/N: This is really short, I’m sorry love. 

"How old are you Draco?" 

"Are you serious? We're the same age." 

"And how old is that?"

Somehow he felt like he was stumbling into a trap. “19...” 

“Right. And do 19 year olds regularly throw tantrums because they’ve got a stomach bug?”

He scowled at you, “Sod off.”

“Can’t. I’m your girlfriend. I am contractually obligated to stay here, nurse you to health, and mock you through the entirety of it.”

Draco grumbled and turned over to his other side in bed, scowling all the while. “I’m not throwing a tantrum.” when you snickered at him his scowl only grew until you sat beside him on the edge of the bed and ran a hand through his hair. “This is how you ought to be treating someone who’s sick you know. 

“I know, my love.”

With that he hummed, and let his eyes close a bit. 

Yes, this was much better.

“Draco?”

“Hmm?”

“If you don’t take your freaking medicine I’m going to kill you.” 

[thoseofgreatambition]

HELLO FRIEND CAn i request prompt #1 with Georgie? 😶

“we can’t have sex on the couch”

You hadn't seen George since he'd left Hogwarts. Which had meant there had been more than a month of lonely days and nights with only letters to help you. So when you'd shown up at the shop unexpectedly, right after closing, you'd ended up in this situation.

George had you very firmly pressed agains the wall, and seemed intent on making several hickeys on your neck as your hands and his tried very desperately to remove each other’s clothing. 

You were having particular trouble with his tie-- and a quick yank wound up making it much tighter instead of taking it off. “Shit!”

“Bloody hell woman you know I’m not into choking.” 

“Sorry--” you nudged him off of you just enough to get the damn thing off of him, “I’ve been out of practice taking ties off of men, if you can believe.” 

He silenced you with a kiss, and managed to wrangle your cardigan off of you. As his lips trailed up from your lips to your cheeks to your ear upon which he placed a nip, “Wanna move this to the couch?”

“No.” you continued to make quick work of the buttons on his vest, “We can’t have sex on the couch.” 

“I’m a bit confused as to what we’re doing here then.” his breath was heavy as you ran your hands underneath his shirt. 

“We can’t have sex on the couch. It’s our first time in weeks. Do you really want to ruin that by risking Fred walking in on us shagging?”

There was a pause before George nodded and deftly picked you up, “Well spotted, my love. To my room it is.” 

Later, when Fred came up to the flat he would notice two things. The first being your cardigan on the floor. The second being his brother’s tie alongside it. He rolled his eyes and poured himself a drink. “At least they’re not on the couch, I suppose.” 

[thoseofgreatambition]

{un}romantic

Yaay!! You opened your request! I just love your writing, its very inspirational, I can wait to read more! If it's okay with you, can I request Fred x Reader, were reader is a girl and a pureblood. With the song Perfect by Ed Sheeran. If it's too brief, please let me know. 😄 Thank you!! – @mischiefmanaged1993

Hi LeeAnn, I'd like a ship with Fred Weasley and the song Shape of you by Ed Sheeran Thank you 💕 – @haipiranha

Fred x fem!reader

Warnings: Vomit, alcohol mention

a/n: so these two worked well together and both of those songs have sort of a similar message in my mind so I thought I would just put them together! Hope y’all like it.

Fred Weasley knew he wasn’t the average romantic. Honestly that was something he was alright with. He had accepted it. While most people considered romance flowers and wine along with sweet words, Fred was better at actions. Better at resting a hand on his significant other and letting them know that he was there. He was good at making them laugh. He was good at loyalty.

But he wasn’t a poem guy.

His first instinct wasn’t flowers, even now when he finally had the money to buy him. His first thought was alright—they’ve had a hard day, how can I fix it? The answer was usually the same thing his mother did. A good dinner, the chance to talk, and advice if they wanted it. Fred liked to sprinkle in jokes and kisses in there, but really that was his main goal.

To him that was romance.

To him, meeting you in a club, when he was far too drunk on tequila and much too rowdy to be anything near charming was kind of romantic. Because you’d laughed at his shitty jokes and you’d talked about the old days at Hogwarts and he’d wondered how he’d forgotten about the pretty girl that used to sit across him in Herbology.

When he’d woken up hungover the next morning, on your couch, Fred had done what any man would have done. He puked in the trashcan you’d left next to it and then chugged the glass of water on the table as quickly as he could.

“Where the hell am I?”

Your voice rang out from your bedroom as you walked in and smiled at him, arms folded over your chest, “We met at the club last night—brought you home since you were too drunk to apparate.” Fred’s cheeks flushed, “’m sorry ‘bout that Y/N.” he groaned as he massaged his head, “Not how I wanted to come to your place for the first time.”

“You’re awful cheeky to flirt right after you’ve puked in my living room.”

“I’m here to prove romance isn’t dead.” When you’d laughed he’d smiled despite his discomfort, “Look I’m sorry if I made a fool of myself—you’re awful sweet to take care of me like this. I appreciate it.”

You leant against your wall, eyeing him over—Fred got the distinct impression that you were considering something that he was too hungover to understand. “Well, you could always make it up to me by taking me out tonight and not getting drunk on tequila.”

Fred grinned wide, “I can do that.”

“I need one more thing though.”

“Name it.”

“Clean out my wastebasket.”

It was a completely unromantic start to what Fred considered to be his best relationship so far. You understood him. He made an effort to bring you the sappy stuff he knew others liked but you always got the fact that to him actions and touches were most important, and you always seemed so happy for them.

Fred was very happy that his soulmate was willing to look past him being a drunk idiot one night about a year ago, and was just as in love with him as he was with her.

So here he was, in the field next to the burrow, dancing with you barefoot—the sort of sappy thing he normally wouldn’t think to do but hell, you’d suggested it and he was happy to give it to you.

Honestly, it felt nice. It was wonderful having you in his arms like this, pressed against him. Your face resting on his shoulder where he could play with your hair as you both swayed to the silent music.

“I love you, you know.” Fred’s voice cut through the silence, and he could feel you smile against him.

“I’d hope so, or else us being engaged would be a little awkward.”

He chuckled a little and pulled you a little closer, “You’re perfect you know.”

“Am I now?” “Yup. Perfect. Most perfect person in the world.”

“Yesterday you called me a prat because I kept eating the last of the cereal.”

He frowned down at you. “Perfect people can be prats.” When you laughed again he pressed a swift kiss to your head, “Still love you. Even though you always eat my cereal instead of the one you picked.”

“’m glad to hear you think that. Is that what made you want to marry me?”

“Nah it’s more that you get me… Never thought I’d be romantic enough that someone wants to marry me.”

“Bah—I like your pot roast more than I do roses, so that’s a lot nicer in my eyes.”

Fred grinned, and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “And that’s why you’re perfect.”

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