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pansy parkinson who always has the filthiest, naughtiest things to say to you and about you— and she doesn't care who's listening.
It's constant, audacious and often at the worst possible times. In the middle of meals, in the common room, in class. She knows all the ways to get under your skin.
Even when you weren't around, she made sure everyone knew exactly what she thought about you — and exactly what she planned to do when the two of you were alone.
If she sees you in anything cute— a skirt, a blouse she likes— she blurts. out the most vulgar thought in her head. It doesn't matter who's around.
You walked out of the common room in a new skirt, a book tucked under your arm. Leaving your friends and girlfriend for some quiet time in the library. Draco and Blaise were sprawled on the couch, mid-conversation.
Pansy's eyes swept over your frame as you left, slow and deliberate. "Oh she's definitely riding my face in that later."
The boys both choked— Blaise rolling his eyes in disgust and Draco muttering a strangled "Bloody hell."
Pansy just shrugged like nothing happened, moving the conversation innocently along.
May I request Luna Lovegood with a slytherin reader who’s rough and tough around others, but the complete opposite when it comes to her? For example reader snapping at other people for asking too many questions just to turn around and answer all of Luna’s questions!
Sweet On You
💌 Luna Lovegood x Slytherin!Reader
💭 SFW: Fluff, sweet, reader hates everyone except Luna, pre established relationship, fluff overload tbh, reader down bad.
—
You hated people.
It wasn’t even personal — they just talked too much, got in your way, asked you stupid things like “do you think Snape is really that mean?” as if you weren’t two seconds from hexing them into a wall. Most of Hogwarts had learned by now to keep their distance.
But Luna Lovegood?
Luna could sit in your lap and talk about nargles for an hour and you’d let her braid your hair with enchanted moonflowers while she did it.
Right now, you were posted up under your favorite beech tree near the edge of the Forbidden Forest — a place most students avoided because of how, well, forbidden it was. But you liked the solitude. And Luna liked the Thestrals.
She was curled up beside you, her legs tucked under a pale blue blanket and her head on your shoulder. The afternoon sun filtered down in dappled patches, lighting up her hair like something out of a fairytale.
“You know,” Luna said absently, fingers toying with the sleeve of your robe, “the nargles have been especially active today. That usually means someone nearby is hiding a secret.”
You turned your head just slightly, arching an eyebrow. “Anyone in particular?”
She blinked up at you, wide-eyed and unbothered. “Maybe you.”
You snorted. “Sweetheart, if I was hiding something, you’d be the first to know.”
“Mm,” she hummed, as if considering it. “Maybe it’s that you were the one who hexed the Gryffindor Quidditch robes to all turn pink.”
You didn’t answer.
“You did, didn’t you?” she said dreamily. “That’s why you were growling in Transfiguration this morning. I knew it.”
“…They were loud,” you muttered, defensive.
“They are loud,” Luna agreed kindly. “But I do think pink is a much better color on them. Much less aggressive.”
You glanced down at her, and your heart did that stupid, fluttery thing it only did when she looked at you like that — soft, delighted, like the very sight of you made her feel at home.
“I’d do worse if anyone touched you,” you said, casually vicious.
“I know,” she replied with a smile, as if you’d just told her she looked lovely today. “You love me.”
You scowled at the word, but she wasn’t wrong. Merlin help you, she wasn’t wrong.
—
You weren’t sure how it happened — the scratch on your hand. Probably from that stupid bramble patch near Hagrid’s hut when you went with Luna to look for Puffskein nests. You hadn’t even noticed at the time. You’d been too busy watching her giggle as she tripped over a root and declared the moment “a good omen.”
But she noticed.
She always noticed.
“You’re bleeding,” she said suddenly, lifting your hand gently like it was something precious. Her thumbs ghosted over your skin, soft and careful despite the rough scab already forming across your knuckles.
You opened your mouth to argue — instinctively — but shut it just as quickly when you saw the frown on her face. Not upset. Just… concerned. Earnestly so.
“It’s nothing,” you muttered.
“It’s still a something,” Luna replied, and you watched her fish her wand out of her cloak pocket. “Hold still. This will only sting a little.”
You did hold still. Not because of the sting. But because she asked.
She whispered a soft healing charm under her breath — something in that airy tone that made everything she said sound like a lullaby — and warm light pulsed from the tip of her wand. You barely felt a thing.
“There. Better.” She pressed a kiss to your now-clean hand. Like it was the most natural thing in the world.
You were doomed.
Luna tucked herself beside you again on the courtyard bench, half under your cloak. “Dirigible plums are especially good for grounding charms, you know. They don’t teach that in Herbology because Professor Sprout thinks they’re too unreliable, but I think they’re just misunderstood.”
“Mm,” you hummed, too focused on the way her hair smelled like peppermint and parchment to offer much more.
“I read somewhere that if you wear one behind your ear during a lunar eclipse, you can hear plants talk. Isn’t that lovely?”
You grunted again, hoping it passed for agreement.
Luna turned to you suddenly, her expression bright. “Would you do it with me? Wear one? During the next eclipse?”
You blinked. “A dirigible plum?”
She nodded solemnly.
You’d wear an entire plum tree on your head if she asked.
“Yeah,” you said. “Course I would.”
She beamed.
You felt your heart collapse a little more in her hands. Like everything else about you.
—
And then there were moments like these:
Luna Lovegood absolutely should not be in the Slytherin common room.
That’s the general consensus.
It’s not that there’s a rule — technically, no one has found one that says “Ravenclaws may not lounge on Slytherin furniture like they own the place.” But if there were a rule, it would’ve been made because of her.
Because there she is.
Sprawled in your lap on the emerald-green velvet sofa like she belongs there, head tucked under your chin, bare feet curled up beside her, and humming softly as she flips through a magazine upside down.
Every time someone passes, they do a double take. First at her, then at you. You, who has threatened half this room into silence before. You, who once jinxed a boy’s eyebrows off for calling Luna “Loony.”
Now, you sit with one arm slung around her waist and the other resting possessively on her thigh, idly tracing small circles on her knee as if no one else exists.
“Are you comfortable, love?” you murmur, brushing her hair behind her ear.
“Mmhmm,” Luna hums. “Your lap is the most ergonomic chair I’ve found in the castle. You’re perfectly shaped for snuggling.”
You don’t even blink. “I aim to please.”
Across the room, someone snorts. You lift your eyes like a guillotine.
The snort dies.
Luna, unaware or uncaring of the chill in the room that has nothing to do with the dungeon air, taps your hand lightly. “Did you know the castle breathes? Sometimes you can hear it at night. The bricks creak like they’re dreaming.”
“Is that so?” you ask, your voice all syrup and warmth — a tone you’ve never used on anyone else.
She nods seriously. “I think it dreams about us.”
You rest your chin on her head. “Then it must be having very good dreams.”
when you initially asked her out she thought it was an awful prank, but upon discovering that you were serious tried her best to “not mess things up”
constantly making you handmade love notes and cards
making matching half heart pins so you each have one on your bags
sticking up for her when someone is rude
taking long strolls in the forbidden forest and befriending the thestrals and unicorns
she’s very private about your relationship because she doesn’t want anyone to make fun of you for choosing to be with her
going bird watching because she’s exceptionally good at repeating the calls
having her repeat herself when she speaks because she’s overly excited when she discovers something new
she daydreams about you constantly
sneaking out late to watch the stars through the telescopes in the astronomy tower; charting the stars and planets every time you sneak out so she never forgets how the world was when she was with you
always praises your imperfections
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summary．enid finds something surprisingly pleasant to do on an otherwise dreary evening at nevermore.
warnings/themes．fluff, spin the bottle, making out, ooc wednesday,,
words．1.8k
There's absolutely nothing to do on campus.
At least not that interests you, anyway...
Staring at the ceiling, bored and trying to think of something you could do.
Maybe you should try sleeping? No, too early. You're not tired. You're restless. You could do something else. But what? Maybe read a book? You're not in the mood for a book—
“Hey, you two,” Enid chirps from the other side, her gaze darting between you and Wednesday.
Your head lifts, attention turning to your roommate, while Wednesday barely looks up from her desk, the typewriter keys clicking beneath her fingers.
The blonde werewolf has an idea.
Holding a clear bottle, a smirk tugs at her mouth. “How about a game of spin the bottle?”
Wednesday, unsurprisingly, shows no interest, giving a sharp, terse, “No,” followed by her not even pausing her writing.
Though the raven seems uninterested, you perk up at the idea, finding more interest than her. There's nothing else to do. Might as well... “Alright, I'm in,” you announce, sitting up, “but, uh—” You cast a glance at Wednesday. “I don't think we can play with just two people.”
Enid grins wider. Her gaze immediately flicks to Wednesday.
Wednesday feels that look, eyes narrowing. Her jaw tenses. Fingers pausing their rapid typing. “I'm busy.”
Enid pouts, whining out, “Aw, c'mon, just one game. For the fun of it. Then you can go back to your writing. We won't bother you after that.”
She's about to reject her once again when you, clearly in support of Enid, chime in with, “Just one game won't hurt, will it, Wednesday? It'll be fun.”
She turns a sharp glare on you. It falters when she sees you staring at her with pleading eyes. Wednesday huffs, looking quite displeased, then, with a disgruntled sigh, she reluctantly pushes her typewriter aside before standing up, the chair scraping across the ground.
Both you and Enid exchange victorious looks.
You clear the room to make room for the game. Pushing away your desks, chairs, and anything else that may get in the way. Once the floor is clear, you sit, with Wednesday doing the same, though she crosses her legs, looking bored. Enid takes the bottle and sits in front of both of you.
“Alright! The rules are pretty easy. Each of us takes a turn spinning the bottle and whoever the bottle points to when it stops has to kiss the other. It could be on the cheek or on the mouth.” Enid adds quickly, “Just a friendly kiss...” She pauses, gaze drifting to you, and quickly averts elsewhere, “for now, at least.”
For now?
That caught your attention. You frown, squinting your eyes at Enid, only to have her innocently look away, giving the bottle an excited but quick shake, and then set it onto the floor between all three of you.
“Ready? I'll go first since I suggested the game. We'll do it clockwise, so then you'll go after me, then Wednesday. And the game's over once all three of us have spun it once. Does that sound fair?”
She receives a nod from you and another huff from the ravenette.
Enid beams before spinning the bottle, sending it in a whirling spiral across the ground. The bottle goes round...and round... and round...and finally, it comes to a stop...pointing at...
“Aw, Wednesday!”
You grin, glancing between Enid and Wednesday. The former giggles with excitement. The latter just stares down at the pointed neck of the bottle with a blank expression, though you notice a slight twitch in her jaw.
The ravenette seems to sense your excitement. Her eyes flicker over, meeting yours before drifting back to the blonde werewolf. “Do I have to?”
“Rules are rules,” Enid replies.
Wednesday sighs, resigned to the fact that yes, she does have to.
She heaves herself up, crawling over to Enid and giving her a kiss on the cheek. It barely lasts two seconds, you'd think that it never even happened. She sits back just as quickly, straightening her back, looking at you.
“Your turn.”
You look at Enid, seeing the clear disappointment. Was she hoping for something more intimate between them? Like...
Shaking your head quickly, you reach for the bottle in an attempt to clear the sudden thoughts. Grabbing ahold of it, you give it a firm, quick twist.
The bottle sputters and spins around on the floor, slowing...and slowing...and it comes to a stop...pointing at none other than...
Enid.
The blonde's face immediately brightens, the disappointment from earlier forgotten almost instantly.
You glance at Wednesday, expecting her to look disinterested, but instead, you find her already staring at you, and your gaze is drawn to her parted lips, her rigid shoulders, the slight twitch in her fingers—
You push those thoughts away. You're just imagining things.
Wednesday is just in a bad mood because she was forced to play along. She probably still hates it as much as she did at first.
Gulping nervously, you turn to Enid, crawling forward until you're in front of her.
The grin on her face grows bigger. And you're only just noticing the pink flushing her cheeks. You feel your heart quicken a little. Why, you have no idea. Nerves.
Leaning in, you're about to kiss her cheek when suddenly, she grabs your jaw and pulls you in, lips crashing against yours. Your hand instinctively reaches out to brace yourself, only to have your palm land on her thigh.
Enid, clearly not concerned about keeping things PG, eagerly kisses you, and though surprised, you find yourself returning the kiss, warmth searing through your body. You'd think she wanted this all along. She threads her hand through your hair and boldly runs her tongue along your lower lip, but before you get the chance to open your mouth—
A sharp cough snaps you out of the heated kiss. Reminding you that there's another person sitting right behind you.
You quickly pull back from Enid, who looks rather content. She releases her grip, letting your hair slip through her fingers, then sits back, licking her slightly swollen lips. “Okay, Wends, your turn.”
Wednesday doesn't say anything as you sit back to your previous spot, watching while she grabs the bottle and spins it. The three of you watch it twirl and spin across the floor, whirling around and around, until it finally, slowly, comes to a stop...pointing towards...
...
You.
Shit.
Is she going to kiss you the same way Enid did...? No. Probably just a quick kiss on the cheek.
But...what if...
What if—
Wednesday lifts her dark eyes to meet yours, staring you down for a good five seconds, as though contemplating something. She then pushes herself up on her knees, slowly crawling over, stopping just before you, eyes flicking briefly to yours before dropping down to your lips.
“Wednesday...” you murmur, shuddering as her cold fingers grip the back of your neck to pull you closer.
No witty comment or smartass remark leaves her lips. The only sound that comes from her is a low hum, and—
She presses her soft lips against yours, and unlike the kiss with Enid, Wednesday kisses you fiercely, tugging on your bottom lip with her teeth, gently biting to make you gasp into her mouth and slip her tongue inside.
Hands grasping her waist, clutching it tightly, wanting her closer, while hers drift down, coming to rest on your shoulders. Her tongue swipes against your own before wrapping around it, dominating your mouth, and she tilts her head, angling you better.
Wednesday moans quietly as your nails rake across her back, nearly causing her to lean forward. She manages to catch herself, using your shoulders for support, and pulls back, panting. Her gaze falls to your swollen lips, glistening with saliva, the corners rising up slightly in an almost smirk.
You've never seen Wednesday look at you so...predatory. The heat in your face spreads to your stomach at the almost animalistic look in her eyes.
“Oh.”
Remembering the other girl sitting beside you, you turn your head to find Enid, who doesn't look all that happy with being cockblocked.
“That was way more than a simple kiss on the cheek and not fair at all. Not when I only got a quick one. I didn't even get the chance to try and slip my tongue into her mouth. Not fair, not fair at all—”
“Come here, then,” you interrupt, gesturing to the spot next to you.
She immediately perks up, wasting no time in slipping over to sit beside you. Like an overeager puppy. “Really...?” she asks, eyes flitting between you and Wednesday.
You nod.
And that's all it takes for Enid to pounce on you, capturing your lips with her own. She wastes no time pushing her tongue into your mouth, delving in to meet yours instantly. Fuck, she's even more eager than before. Moans slip out between your lips as her tongue explores the warm cavern of your mouth, her hand slowly sliding beneath your shirt.
Enid finally pulls back, panting with her mouth partly open, and before you can even catch your breath, Wednesday hooks her fingers beneath your jaw, roughly turning your head to her, and instantly seals her lips against yours.
She nips and sucks on your bottom lip, tongue slipping in as she takes control, forcing your tongue to move against hers.
The werewolf takes the opportunity to latch onto your throat, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your burning skin. Enid's clearly determined to leave her mark. Mark on your neck and mark on the girl who just kissed you the way she wanted to.
Wednesday doesn't seem to mind in the slightest, too focused on keeping your attention. She takes your mouth like she owns it. Lungs burning from the need for air, and yet you can't bring yourself to pull away, grasping her shirt and kissing her back with the same hunger.
Never in a million years did you ever think you would be kissed and claimed by both girls at the same time. One pair of sharp canines grazing and nibbling on your neck; the other set of cold, firm, and demanding lips devouring yours with an overwhelming thirst. Fingers in your hair, on your neck, on your shoulders, your waist, your thi—
THUD.
The sudden sound forces everyone to freeze. Both sets of lips reluctantly leave your skin. All three of you turn to look at the cause of the noise and find...a book.
...and a very disgruntled-looking Thing.
That damned hand.
Wednesday abruptly stands up, brushing herself off as if nothing ever happened. “This game is over,” she says, ignoring Thing. “I shall return to my writing.”
“Y-yeah, uh, me too,” Enid quickly chimes in, pushing herself up. “I'm going to get back to my project.”
Damn.
That leaves you staring after them as they make their escape. Leaving you sitting there, confused and dazed, until your thoughts snap back to the actual cause of the interruption.
Thing.
The severed hand then has the audacity to raise its middle finger at you.
„Oh my god, did you see this?????“, your friend asked.
With shaking hands you clicked on the link.
„I used to be critical on myself in my mind in a negative way. Not healthy. At all. I would call myself names and put myself down in my mind. I drank the most disgusting shakes for my body health but up here? I was rotting.“
„Yeah, yeah. I remember videos of that nasty shake. What did you put in there - chicken?“
„Gotta get my protein, man. But you know I would constantly feel guilty for what I have done or what I might do.“
„Like what?“
„Like. Okay, like did I practice enough? Is magic man good enough? What if I let everybody down? How will I cope? How will I live?
All these voices.. these fucking nagging voices were with me 24/7.“
„Damn that sounds tough. What did you do?“
„I thought it was impossible to fix because I tried so hard and nothing changed me. Or if it did, it would only last a couple of weeks and I’d be back to feeling like shit and talking down on myself.
Jackson, you moron, how could you do this? Did you really think you could make it? You don’t deserve this success. You don’t deserve to be happy.“
„Jackson, bro. I feel for you. Really.“
„Look, I’m just being honest. I would naturally think of punishments coming my way. I’d imagine injuring myself or loosing all my fans or money. I’d think of the most horrific shit late at night when I should be peacefully sleeping.
I would try to change my thoughts to change my feeling. I would rationalize my way out for hours to only find myself entering a new cave.“
„Like a merry go round.“
„Exactly, I was stuck. Same shit, different day. My gut always had this underlying feeling of tension.
I tried my best to give myself relief but like I said, I could not find Relief for longer than a week. Maybe a month at best.“
„Is that why you turned to alcohol? Because I remember you chugging down a bottle of Hennessy and thought to myself that’s not normal.“
„Oh, of course I started drinking more. I needed more. What used to make me pass out back then is like a cute little cocktail to me now.“
„Damn, that really is a lot to handle. Did you try other things, as well?“
„Look, I tried everything in the book. You name it, I tried it. Worked out. Meditated. Drank. Had sex. Nothing could give me what I craved so badly. Nothing. Until I found her.“
You swallowed hard.
You had no idea that he would share all this with the public. You were very well aware of his struggles but hearing him talk about them upset you. It broke your heart imagining him like that, all dim and broken.
Also, it made you nervous.
You had no idea that he would introduce you into the world like this.
You had no idea that he would reveal your relationship to his homies on a podcast.
Yet, you were intrigued.
„Her as in …?“
„You see, love is a funny thing, right? I didn’t plan to fall in love, nor did I want to but I kind of did. I found the one, man. I found the love of my life and I was lucky enough to have her love me back. Do you know how rare that is?“
„Yeah, it is for you. I remember our last interview and how we wanted to get you on tinder and shit.“
„Exactly! I used to be on my own for years. Years, man. I gave up on love completely, thinking this was meant for others but certainly not me. And then she came into my life. Like an angel that was coming down to help me. Save me even.“
„Your savior, huh?“
„I swear to god her love saved me. It saved me from drugs, it saved me from self destruction and first and foremost it saved me from myself. I gotta be honest man, if I hadn’t met y/n I wouldn’t even be here anymore.“
„Wow. That’s, that’s a pretty heavy revelation. I’m glad you’re doing better now.“
„Oh, I am. Management is probably going to kick my ass later but I don’t care. Let me loose fans, let me loose money. I don’t give a shit. If you support me now, you support the real Jackson Wang. And that’s me right now - happily coupled to the most beautiful soul on this planet. If you can’t handle that - my bad.“
„Okay guys, it’s over. China‘s most wanted bachelor is officially off the market. WHOOOO!!“
„Yeah, the king has finally found its queen.“
„So, what is she like?“
You paused the interview and took a deep breath. Jackson was very vocal of his feelings for you, but hearing it like that felt different. The biggest smile was plastered on his face as he was talking about you.
You as in his queen.
You as in future Miss Wang.
Hundreds of butterflies announced themselves in your stomach, making you giddy and joyful.
„Oh man, she is the best. Like, she is so breathtakingly beautiful. Inside and out. We have the best conversations. I feel like she is my best friend. Truly, no one gets me like she does. It’s just.. it’s effortlessly easy. We laugh a lot, we talk a lot, we share everything with each other. I’m just so grateful, man.“
„Yeah, I can see that. You’re grinning from ear to ear. Make sure to invite me to your wedding.“
„Like you invited me to your birthday?“
„Okayyyyy, let’s wrap it up. Guys, that’s it for today. Thank you Jackson, really appreciate you brother.“
You stopped the video, giggling at your petty boyfriend.
„Remind me to have a word with you once you’re back, yeah?“, you texted him.
It didn’t take him a second to instantly call you.
„Did you see it? Already? Damn babygirl, you’re quick“, he teased.
„You could have warned me, Wang!“
„I didn’t plan to say all that but I couldn’t help myself. It just.. it just came out of me. I really meant it though.“
„Everything?“
He knew exactly what you were implying.
„Oh, I’m gonna make you Miss Wang for sure. Rule my kingdom with me? Please?“
Pairing: Reader x ot7
Genre: fake texts/reactions, fluff and smut
Requested: Yes
❣️Warnings: Dirty talk/sexting, explicit language, jealousy, slight angst, power dynamics-ish
A/N: Ty for a GOT7 request :)
A/n: this is about YOUNG peter, not old creepy Peter. If you dont like Peter then just dont read, no need to leave hate. If you do like this then please reblog! It helps very much! Hope you enjoy. Also this is pretty short, sorry!
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Peter's heart felt like it was going to burst it was beating so fast. He was in the common room with the rest of the marauders. His last class had ended around 30 minutes ago and the whole time he was anxious. His eyes stayed trained to the portrait hole, praying you would walk in soon.
The night before he was feeling needy but tried to not think of it. But by his second class he was starting to slip. He would've gone to you but you were incredibly busy the whole day.
His mind was consumed by thoughts of you. He was so consumed that he failed to notice you walking through the portrait hole with Marlene by your side. You walked over to the couch and sat down next to peter, accidentally scaring him. He gave a little jump, but quickly calmed down when he saw it was you.
"Hiya Pete." You greeted, leaning over to kiss his cheek. You immediately noticed something was off about him. You moved your hand under his chin to make him look you in the eyes. His eyes looked distant, cloudy.
"Pete, love, you feeling okay?" You whispered.
"S-subby." He quietly whimpered. You nodded knowingly, grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers.
"We're gonna held up to my dorm. See you later boys." You cheerfully said. The boys gave small "bye"'s.
You quickly walked up the stairs to your dorm. When you got up there you walked him to the bed, softly pushing his shoulders down, making him sit.
"Hey baby." You softly said, rubbing his cheek lovingly.
"Mommy." He whined, leaning into your touch.
"What do you want baby? Hmm?" You asked.
He only whined in response, pulling your legs closer to him and burying his head under your skirt.
"Hey, hey, none of that. You gotta use your words, mommy cant help if I dont know what you want." You smiled, pulling his head out from under your skirt, looking him in the eyes.
"Wan' you to hold me, please. I need you please mommy." He whimpered.
You smiled, "okay baby, just let mommy change out of my top, okay?"
He just simply nodded. You changed as quickly as possible, just wanting to comfort your boy.
You climbed onto the bed, muttering a small 'c'mere'. He quickly crawled over to you, laying his head on your chest, the best pillow in his opinion.
You stayed like that for a while, him laying on your chest while you ran your fingers in his hair. But after a while he started getting fussy again, quietly whining.
"What's wrong, puppy?" You asked after he let out a rather loud whine.
"Want you, mommy, please." He looked up at you with his beautiful puppy eyes.
"You have me, darling." You rubbed his arm, but he stopped you, instead bringing your hand up to his face.
"Want your fingers." He murmured, slightly embarrassed.
"Aw baby, do you need mommy's fingers? Of course, you can have them for as long as you need." You slipped your pointer and middle finger into his warm mouth.
He eagerly accepted them in, sucking on them the minute he could. He let out a relaxed sigh, slowly closing his eyes.
After a few minutes his sucking slowed down, and his body went limp against you. He had finally got the comfort he needed.
Can i be abhorrent and ask that if your requests are open, may I ask for a peter pettigrew request? where reader is friends with the marauders and goes into their dorm to get something, Pete is trying to sleep on the sofa (I'm just assuming they totally stole a comfy chair from the common room and put it in their dorm lol) but he's not asleep yet he just looks it and so she goes over and puts a blanket round him and tries to make him more comfy brushes his hair away from his eyes and sirius lurking in the doorway sees and starts teasing her about crushing on peter and she doesn't even deny it she's like yeah sirius I like peter and if you tell him you're in trouble cuz she doesn't wanna risk wrecking her friendship with pete and peter being secretly awake hears the whole thing?
Never Better
Peter Pettigrew and fem! reader
Summary: Peters had a long day and decides to go for a nap where he accidently overhears y/n confessing her feelings
Warnings: swearing
A/n: 0.8k words, written from Peters perpective, I’ve never written for peter I hope I wrote him alright, I tdo hink this is super cute even though I’m not a Peter girl (tasm peter yes, harry potter no but the fan casted guy is cute), enjoy!
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Peter dropped all his stuff as he got back to his dorm, sighing as he saw all clothes and work scattered across his bed he had forgotten to clear away. Usually he would have moved it but he was too drained to bother at that point and decided to opt for napping on the couch they had managed to steal for their dorm instead. He lays down, shifting in an attempt to get somewhat comfy before closing his eyes, his mind drifting towards a certain best friend of his to help him sleep
He wasn’t quite asleep when the door opened but he was too tired to open his eyes. Although, the silence did make him a tad uneasy as he wondered if Sirius was going to use one of Remus’ muggle pens to draw on his face again but then he heard humming, quickly recognising it as you and relaxing again.
He heard a little gasp as you must have noticed him followed by the patter of footsteps towards him “Pete?” you whisper but as he was about to speak he feels you brush some of the hair from his face and decides to savour the moment instead
He feels you drape a blanket over him, even slipping off his shoes so that he was comfortable, the bliss however was cut short by another voice “You ever gonna tell him?” Sirius asks, tell me what?
“Shh he’s sleeping” you whisper back, not answering the question
He hears Sirius enter the room, the springs of presumably his bed creaking as he sits “Come on y/n, you two have been attached at the hip for years just tell him you fancy him so we can all stop watching you drool” Sirius teases while Peter tries his best to stay emotionless, bringing the blanket up to his face to hide his smile
“Siri one I don’t drool, that happened one time” you defend yourself while Sirius chuckles “and two I don’t want to ruin our friendship by admitting my feelings and having him reject me”
Peters heart ached that you felt that way “Y/n you ever stopped to think he likes you too?” Sirius questions
“Yes but every time I do I need to pinch myself and remember that it’s just platonic for him” he feels you kneel down, brushing the last stands of his hear out of the way before you kiss his forehead “Don’t you dare tell him” he hears you say as you make your way out “Oh” he hears you come in and grab something “tell Pete I’ll get this back to him later need it for my charms essay” and with that you left
Peter was in a little bit of shock, you fancied him, he was almost so ecstatic he didn’t hear the pen click but he did and when he felt Sirius’ breath nearing him he spoke “Don’t you dare”
“Holy mother of Godric!” opening his eyes he sees Sirius hurdling back and falling over his own feet, landing with a heavy thump on the floor “Oh fuck Wormtail I think I just had a heart attack” he clutches his chest, breathing heavy, the pen long thrown somewhere in the room in his panic
Peter chuckles shifting to sit up “Serves you right, it took almost a month for that tash to fade last time” he shakes his head
The raven-haired boy lets out a laugh at the memory “That was funny though…wait” his eyes widen clearly realising that he was in fact awake for the previous conversation “You heard…” Sirius motions to himself and the door referencing you “talking?”
As he was about to answer the door swings open revealing, you, Remus and James “What the hell happened?” James puffs
“We heard you scream” Remus informs him, sighing in relief as he sees both the boys are okay
“You alright Pete?” you ask, your bright eyes meeting his
He smiles “Never better Sweetpea” you tilt your head a little but return the smile
“Oh yeah check on him first I’m the one that’s broke his arse” Sirius groans rubbing his behind as he begins to stand up, Remus moving to help him up “Thanks Moons” he says giving him a kiss to the cheek
“What happened?” James asks as he takes a seat on his bed across form Remus and Sirius on their pushed together beds while you move to sit next to Peter
Sirius and Peter share a look “Sirius dropped something, it woke me up and then I sort of scared the life out of him” he tells a white lie, moving to take your hand with his giving it a squeeze
Both of your hearts flutter at the contact, it wasn’t abnormal for him to take your hand but it was for him to continue holding it and for his thumb to rub little circles “You okay?” you ask almost like you think somethings wrong
Peter shakes his head, moving to kiss your cheek smiling at how flustered you get “I’m perfect” he squeezes your hand once more, basking in the feeling of you leaning your head on his shoulder before mouthing ‘shut it’ to the boys as they all smirk at him, little did he know you also mouthed the same thing
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Okay okay, so transfer student who gets placed into Gryffindor and the marauders try to befriend her. But she can’t stand them, and will not speak to them. However Mr Peter Pettigrew somehow worms his way into her heart. So everytime the guys try to internet with her, she just whispers to Peter what she’d want to say so he can say it for her. Just absolutely petty, but like this eventually pisses them off because they don’t understand why she likes Peter. So it causes so much discourse in the friend group and Peter just refuses to share his secret so he sits their like a smug bastard any time they “question” him. You can decide why they are v close. Semi romantic if you are comfortable. 💖
"Boys, boys, boys, boys..." The words of Sirius Black disrupted the peace at the lunch table that came very rarely for the Gryffindors. It was a special thing that they were not often granted with Sirius Black and his friends roaming around so it was only expected that Sirius would be the one to break it in all his blissful chaos. “Boys.”
“What?” James Potter asked through a mouthful of sandwich that he was eating, Remus Lupin scrunching his nose up at the boy across him as he sipped on the juice in his goblet. Peter Pettigrew sat beside him, peering at the approaching boy with curious eyes.
Sirius arrived at the table and straight away slid in next to James, bumping their shoulders but the other boy did not seem to mind, instead just continued eating his sandwich, licking his lips of the crumbs. Peter reached out to stop his goblet from falling over whilst the crockery shook from Sirius’ harsh entrance and Remus simply rolled his eyes at the dramatics.
The new arrival leaned in conspiratorially and instinctively, the other three leaned in too. Remus, who had previously been exasperated of the boys’ actions, now had peaked interest in the huddle since usually this meant a prank was being planned. Peter became excited, he loved the pranks they pulled, he was clumsy enough to cause destruction, so the pranks were his specialty.
“There is a new girl around these parts.” Sirius whispered dramatically and watched as all his friends’ eyes widened, and he nodded slowly in understanding before drawing them back in when they began to look around. “That’s not the best part. She’s in Gryffindor and get this...she’s French.”
Peter slumped back into his seat with his eyes blown wide in disbelief and his mouth fallen agape whilst Remus raised his eyebrows at his friend and James just rose out of his seat slightly and began looking around again until Remus reached across the table and pulled him back down by his jumper.
“She talks like zis.” Sirius said in a heavily butchered French accent, so horribly deformed that the three others cringed at his attempts and counted themselves lucky when he stopped. “And it is the most heavenly sound you will ever hear, I heard her talking to Lily about ze boy with ze greasy hair and I swore my mind just like imploded.”
“You’re gonna have to stop talking like that, or you’re gonna offend someone very quickly.” Remus warned the boy and he shrugged it off, looking around less obviously than James but still looking around. Peter just shrugged and went back to his lunch; he was expecting a prank.
A French girl sounds nice and extremely beautiful from the way Sirius had described her, but Peter was excited to get his hands dirty and cause havoc like they used to instead of being distracted by girls with accents. He plucked a sandwich from his plate and was about to dig in when a body looming next to him and suddenly this figure had his undivided attention.
Talk about caring about a prank. The sandwich almost fell from Peter’s hand as he stared transfixed at this beauty before him, his fingers caught it at the last second, his fingers denting the bread and squishing the meat inside, so the butter came out of the middle slightly. He heard Remus snigger from beside him but didn’t care in the slightest as he stared at this girl above him.
“Are you using that butter?” She spoke and although Sirius was definitely exaggerating about the accent, it did not mean her voice was any less angelic than he had described. He was sure they were all thinking it and staring at her in awe, looking around and breaking his stare he realised he was right.
He looked back at her and saw her eyes glaze over with slight confusion as all of them stared open-mouthed at her.
“Uh, am I saying it right? How do you say- uh, butter?” She tried, gulping nervously as she pointed to the bowl of yellow spread frettingly. “Beurre?”
Lily Evans hurried up to her, the fiery red in contrast to everything around her as she glared at the boys sat staring at her new friend and reached down to the butter. But a hand had grabbed it before her and held it up to the new girl. Lily recoiled back and stared at Peter, who was smiling softly and holding it out to the new girl.
“Y-Y-You were saying it fine. They’re just a bit distracted.” Peter stuttered, glancing around to them all. James had seemed to snap out of the stupor as soon as Lily had come over and his hand was currently shaking Sirius’ shoulder. Remus was clearing his throat and adjusting his tie with an embarrassed flush on his cheeks.
“Thank you.” She took the bowl and nodded gratefully at him, smiling at his smile. He seemed to be the only normal one in this group of boys even if all she had asked was for him to hand her butter and he had...after a small delay.
“I-I’m Peter.” He stammered and then mentally cursed himself when he was reminded that she hadn’t asked. Lily shook her head from behind the girl’s shoulder and gave all the boys a look but the other simply stared at Peter and her smile grew even bigger if possible.
He felt a small flutter in his heart and cursed himself again.
“I’m Y/N.” She introduced and stuck a dainty hand out for him to shake. He did so, careful not to seem too eager and hoped his palms weren’t too sweaty. If they were, she didn’t seem to be too bothered by it. “Nice to meet you, Peter.”
“I-It’s nice to meet you too.” He stuttered, continuing to shake her hand before he realised that it had been far too long since the start of the handshake. Softly, he took his hand away and cleared his throat as he wiped his hands on his jeans and hopefully freeing them of his sweat.
“Oh, were my hands sweaty?” Y/N fretted, looking at her hands which had perfectly painted and manicured nails that Peter admired for a second before he realised what she had actually said. “I apologise.”
“Oh, god, no, no, no.” He denied, shaking his head whilst an awkward smile peeked up on her lips and he backed his hands away from his knees. “Definitely not, I just thought that mine were, so I wiped them but yours definitely weren’t.”
“Okay.” Y/N nodded, smiling but biting her lip to keep it from getting too wide whilst Peter stared at her and the boys around him glanced in between the two of them with raised eyebrows. Lily nudged Y/N slightly and the girl looked at her as though snapped out of a trance. “I have to go…it was nice talking to you, bye bye!”
Lily linked their arms and pulled her away from the boys but only to a couple of seats over. Whilst they were walking, Y/N turned and wagged her fingers at Peter with a sweet smile that nearly had him melting in his seat. Anything he said about wanting a prank could disappear from his mind at any minute and he did not care in the slightest as he waved sheepishly back at the girl next to Lily.
They sat down near their other dorm mates and after a few moments, Peter managed to look away, turning back to his sandwich and digging back in with the bread hiding his wide grin. And then it wasn’t long again until he looked up to see his friends staring right at him, faces contorted into heavy disbelief and confusion.
“What?” Peter asked cheekily, smirking as he dug into his squashed sandwich. Sirius laughed in a scoff, exchanging glances with James and Remus before looking back at Peter and shaking his head slowly.
“You have to get me on her good side, mate.” Sirius said, picking up his goblet and downing the rest of his drink before putting it down and looking back at Peter who furrowed his eyebrows slightly. “I need her to succumb to this Sirius Black charm, don’t tell me you didn’t hear how hot that fucking accent is, makes me wanna- “
“Hey, idiot!” Someone called from across the table and all four boys turned, Sirius pausing in the middle of his sentence to see Lily Evans glaring at him from a couple seats away and Y/N looking heavily uncomfortable opposite her, gulping, and staring down at her sandwich. “Do you want to shut the fuck up?”
“Only if Frenchie will make me.” Sirius flirted, smirking as he stared at Y/N. She looked up with her own scowl and her face grew more disgusted as he winked, and Peter panicked at the predicament.
“Bitte.” Y/N spat, standing up from her seat. Lily joined her, continuing to scowl at them. Sirius’ continued to smirk at what she had said, Peter didn’t speak French, but he knew that Sirius did and from the tone of her voice he guessed it wasn’t something good. “Let’s go, Lily.”
“Gladly.” She smiled and they strut out of the hall, James staring at Lily and Peter staring at Y/N along with Sirius who laughed slightly and turned around back to the boys.
“Oh yeah, she’s in love with me.”
Remus laughed from beside Peter and shook his head, nodding sarcastically whilst Sirius defended himself and proclaimed that Y/N would come around eventually. James joined in the conversation soon enough, chuckling along to Sirius’ plans of how he was going to woo Y/N with his knowledge of French and his cheeky grin that no one could resist.
Peter, however, just directed his attention back towards his plate but put his sandwich back down. He no longer had any appetite after Sirius had just absolutely ruined his only chance at something good. The others always got the girls and as soon as one showed the smallest bit of interest to Peter, they manage to scare her off and make her resent them. The boy was sick of it.
Sirius was right; it wouldn’t be long until their hatred blossomed into a love like the kind of relationships in books did. Starting off as enemies and ending up as lovers, destined to be together from the beginning. Peter didn’t see why that wouldn’t happen. Sirius had the looks, the charm, the intelligence, and Peter had the opposite; all his friends were more handsome than him, he was so awkward that he stuttered every time a girl spoke to him, and his grades were plummeting faster than his heart had when Y/N had scowled at his friends.
If not Sirius then Remus, James was too obsessed with Lily to leave her, and Remus was an attractive boy. He read books and was persuaded by the romance inside of them, ready to give any girl her dream relationship and he had also been gawking at Y/N. Maybe what Peter felt between himself and the girl never even happened, maybe he was tricking himself.
He hid his disappointment behind his goblet as he gulped his drink down quickly before digging back into sandwich, eating in pity of himself. Y/N as a beautiful girl and Peter was an irrelevant boy, why would someone like her settle for someone like him? He didn’t know and became sure she wouldn’t.
Tomorrow she would giggle at Sirius’ jokes and pet names, that’s how it always went. And that was probably how it would go this time too.
•*•*•*•*•
Y/N was up early the next morning. She wanted to get a head start on her first day of proper lessons, everything she needed packed tidily in her bag and her uniform on her body just as neat and formal. There was even a spare book in her bag if she finished any of her work and needed something to keep her company whilst also being as quiet as she could. It was French literature, Les Misérables, and one of her favourite books that she had read ten times over already.
Since she was up early, she started reading it whilst waiting for the others to wake up. Lily was still in bed when she woke and when she was ready, the same went for the rest of the girls in the dorm.
The first night at Hogwarts had been a good one for Y/N, she was glad that she had a good relationship with all her dorm mates. It would’ve been disappointing if she moved all this way just to dislike her dorm mates. But so far, they were extremely kind to her. Marlene was confident and funny who had no problem judging others; Dorcas was the same, just slightly more laid back and always tired; Mary was the one who laughed the most, at anything and everything and then Lily was the kindest, having barely anything bad to say about anyone.
A lot of their night had been spent complaining about the Marauders which consisted of Sirius Black, who Marlene had described as arrogant and pompous. James Potter, who was obsessed with Lily to the point where he would abandon everything he was doing to pick up her book if she had dropped it. Remus Lupin, who seemed to be the nicest one of them but also the one who doesn’t really socialise.
Then they talked about Peter. Marlene said he was irrelevant and slightly dim. She made jokes about him and the rest of them laughed. Apart from Y/N, who sat silently. Making jokes about Sirius and talking bad about him she could do, especially after the incident at the dinner table but Peter had been nice, kind. But the girls were talking about him like he was some sort of social pariah.
That was the only thing Y/N had been unsure with the girls about. The rest of the time with them went by smoothly, they didn’t ask too many questions and when they did, if Y/N didn’t want to answer because she missed home, they didn’t push her to. Marlene even promised that she could sit beside them in Potions which didn’t seem that big of a deal to the others but was a big one for Y/N, who had grinned like a maniac.
And then the girls had linked arms with her on the way there, the five of them practically taking up all the corridors as they walked to the classroom.
“So, Y/N,” Marlene was saying whilst they all turned a corridor to where the dungeon staircase sat, students going up and down the stairs and chats overlapping one another. “Have you ever been to the Louvre?”
“No,” Y/N sighed, grinning whilst Marlene sighed in disappointment and whined a small ‘why’ before shaking her arm slightly. The girl giggled and ducked her hair before bringing it back up again with a grin. “This may sound silly but as a hopeless romantic, I wanted my first visit to the Louvre to be with my first love.”
“You haven’t had a first love?” Mary asked, slightly shocked as she eyed Y/N up and down whilst the girl shrugged her answer. “But you’re so pretty!”
“I’ve had offers.” Y/N said, and Dorcas nodded in understanding as the girls broke their link and separated to walk down the stairs to the dungeon corridors. “But I turn them down. No one has felt like someone I can connect with, who raptures me in the first conversation. Intrigues me.”
“Well, I’ve heard that Colin Basset is quite intriguing.” Marlene commented, wiggling her eyebrows, and then turning to smirk at a boy as he passed, smirking at her too. The rest of the girls giggled, and Y/N smiled amusedly. “But seriously, babe, you could pull any boy at this school. Like Sawyers.”
Another boy passed them.
“Or Ling.” Mary said and then took in a breath as a whole group of Ravenclaws began walking past them and all the girls blushed at once whilst they approached the Potions classroom.
“Or Quinn.”
“Or Maguire.”
“Or Kennedy.”
“Or Hudgens.”
“Or- “
“Peter!” Y/N broke through their swooning, calling excitedly once they had passed the threshold into their Potions classroom and waving her hand in the air towards the front of the classroom. The boy sat there turned with a small, shocked smile and waved meekly back.
“Peter?” The four other girls turned to her, exclaiming in shock at the name she had suggested. Marlene then turned around to see him waving at her, grinning, and then turning around. There were tables of four everywhere and there were three empty seats near him. “Honey, you could do so much better.”
Y/N furrowed her eyebrows slightly and turned around, looking at her in confusion and Marlene just held her hands up in surrender. The girl then looked around, realising that every single table only had four seats, none with five and as much as Y/N enjoyed the girls’ company, there was a tugging at her desires to got and sit with the lonely boy.
“You guys can sit together; I don’t want to be the odd one out.” Y/N gestured to the nearest table with a smile but before any of the girls could protest, she had turned and walked to the front of the classroom and over to where Peter sat.
He was hunched over his work, scribbling down the date and title written on the chalkboard as she approached. Y/N stood by his chair, waiting for a moment to see if he would look up and when he did not, she lightly cleared her throat. Peter flinched, looking quickly to the side at what disrupted him and when he noticed that it was a person, his eyes slowly trailed up to her face. Immediately, he became much more alert and gulped at her presence.
Y/N smiled and glanced towards the empty seat beside him with no words. Not talking either, Peter nodded quickly and gestured to it, letting her slip in beside her and put her bag on the desk in front of her whilst she took her stuff out of it and placed it neatly before her. Peter watched as the necklace on her wrist shook slightly whilst she placed her quill next to her ink pot.
“I like your quill.” He mentioned, staring at the pink colour of it whilst she grinned at him, and he felt himself warming up in the cold atmosphere of the dungeon. “It matches your bracelet.”
“I love pink.” Y/N grinned wider, lifting her wrist and fiddling with the pearls on it. “It’s a pretty colour.”
Peter gaped, his brain scrambling for something to say to her statement. He knew Sirius would probably say something like especially when it’s painted on your cheeks or Remus would say something poetic, James would just grin and she would fall at his feet immediately. A strange, strangled sound came out of his mouth whilst he searched for something and Y/N looked over, grinning whilst he flushed at the odd use of voice.
“What’s your favourite colour, Peter?” She asked and Peter tried not to faint at the way his name sounded coming from her lips. He shrugged, staring into her eyes, and thought in the back of his head that that was his favourite colour…but he could not exactly say that. “You do not have a favourite colour?! Peter, who does not have a favourite colour?”
“My favourite colour is the colour of your eyes.” A new voice joined the conversation as Sirius Black slid up to the table and Y/N’s smile dropped. Peter took a small, frustrated inhale. He had thought it first, but Sirius had said it first and that made him slightly angry. “Hey Frenchie, miss me?”
Y/N rolled her eyes, turning to face the front to pick up her quill and dip it into her ink, scribbling down the date and title. Peter watched her writing, admiring the scrawls of the letters and how she wrote in a fancy hand. His was much less fancy, nearly indistinguishable but hers was beautiful.
At one point, after she had finished writing the things on the blackboard, she looked up and pushed her hair back so it was out of her face. Then she realised the three boys staring at her and then glanced around at the only two empty seats before letting her mouth drop open and beginning to stand up, apologising softly.
“No, no, no, no. Wait, where are you going?” Peter looked hurriedly at Y/N as she began to pack her things back into her bag. She paused, smiling awkwardly at him, and then gesturing to the boys around them. All of them seemed to be waiting for her to leave. “You can stay, uh, Sirius will pull up a chair.”
Peter shooed the boy away, Sirius puffing out some air as he turned to find another stool. James and Remus slid themselves onto the spare stools there already were and Y/N put her things back down, sitting back down and putting her bag under the desk below her before she turned and looked at Peter.
“S-Sorry.” He stuttered, flushing red and Y/N smiled softly at the colour on his cheeks. Peter shuffled his stool closer to her so there was room for Sirius to sit but also because he wanted to be close to her. “I didn’t mean to force you to stay, you can do wh-what you want.”
“I’ll stay.” She said quietly and Peter became entranced with their closeness, looking right into her eyes and Y/N noticed that his eyes were the same colour as the blue satin uniforms at her old school. Maybe that would become her favourite colour now.
Peter breathed out a small laugh at her answer and they continued to look at each other for a moment before Sirius returned, slamming his stool down on the floor. Y/N became serious again and turned back to the front as Peter turned and scowled at Sirius beside him. The boy shrugged and held his hands up in surrender.
“Chatting up the diamond, are we?” Sirius teased, grinning widely and Y/N glanced down at her necklace, noting the fact that she wore her pearl necklace today and not the one with diamonds. That meant his stupid word was just a pet name and she rolled her eyes again.
Peter turned around and scowled at Sirius, subtly shaking his head at the boy, and pleading for him not to ruin the good thing he had going with her. James raised his eyes at Peter and the boy shook his head at him too, he couldn’t risk the others ruining it either. In case they started joking, being too loud, talking about pranks and making her uncomfortable.
Sirius waved the boy off and looked past him and towards the side of Y/N’s face. She ignored his gaze and Peter anxiously glanced between her and Sirius.
“Where in France are you from?”
For a moment she did not answer, and they looked at her expectantly. Then she smirked slightly, the smallest one Peter had ever seen and sat up slightly. Beside Peter, Sirius perked up, finally thinking he was going to get an answer. But Y/N simply got closer to Peter, rendering him breathless for a moment as she leaned in and put her mouth close to his ear.
His breath caught in his throat as her breath skimmed his skin. It tickled, warmed him everywhere and his body froze under her closeness. She whispered into his ear and he relished in the sound of her voice so close to him, so so close. And it was not her accent that Sirius admired, it was the soft, mellow tone that captured him and doused him head to toe in gasoline before someone lit a match and set him on fire.
Peter sighed out quietly, trying to contain himself and stop himself from collapsing off his chair. What she said in his ear made him snigger slightly and when she pulled back, he missed her presence but pushed through it and turned to Sirius who raised a singular eyebrow at him.
“She says Bordeaux.”
Y/N smiled and Sirius scoffed out a laugh whilst Peter turned around with an amused smirk on his face too. She glanced to him out of the corner of her eyes and grinned, a light glinting in her eyes that made Peter smile too. It looked like she was saying a million little things, none of which he could distinguish but hoped he knew.
“Not talking to me then, Frenchie?” Sirius asked, a smile tipping at the corner of his lips that looked on the border of agitation.
She leaned back to Peter, cupping her hand over his ear again and he eagerly leaned back in to listen to her. They were whispering for longer this time and the boys watched in anticipation as Peter laughed quietly and Y/N took a small break to snicker before going back. Sirius glanced at Remus across the table who just awkwardly glanced at the two whispering to one another.
She pulled away seriously and then went back to scribbling into her Potions book.
“She says that no, she is not talking to you until you apologise for the way you spoke about her yesterday. She says you are an arrogant, pompous, overconfident bastard and that Marlene was right about whatever she said about you.” Peter said casually and Sirius recoiled, looking offended now that Peter’s mouth was twisting into a smile. “Then she said something I won’t repeat.”
Y/N snickered again, one of the most beautiful sounds Peter has ever heard and he looked to her, smiling. If he could hear that repeatedly, he would. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and he glanced at her. The two of them met eyes then looked away again as they continued to laugh and sneak glances.
Sirius watched them, face contorted into confusion as he wondered which alternate universe they had stepped into that someone as beautiful as Y/N could flirt and fall for Peter instead of him. He wondered how he’d played his cards wrong, how these two were so utterly smitten with each other after one day of her being at this school.
Peeved, he narrowed his eyes at their giggling faces and eyed his friend suspiciously.
•*•*•*•*•
“Spit it out.”
“Spit what out?”
“You know what I mean.” Sirius said to Peter Pettigrew later that day when they were all back in their dorm. It was a shocking turn of events, Peter had been last in the room when usually he is first and he had entered with a wistful sigh before jumping down onto his bed and smiling up at the ceiling like a lovesick girl in a rom-com. “How does Frenchie like you?”
“Well for starters, I don’t call her Frenchie.” Peter sat up, sitting back against the headboard, and staring over at the boy on the other bed who rolled his eyes at him. His mouth then twisted into a smug smile as he grabbed a pillow from behind him and hugged it to himself. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“That!” Sirius pointed harshly at Peter hugging the pillow and launched up from his bed, crossing the room in a simple stride and jumping onto Peter’s bed with him. The boy groaned and hit him with the pillow before going back to hugging it. “You are hugging a pillow! And what’s that?”
Sirius seized his wrist, eyes bulging out of his head at the sight of a pink ribbon tied around it. Remus and James looked up from their beds too and hopped over to Peter’s until they were all gathered around it and staring at his wrist. Peter yanked it away from them and brought it to himself, plucking at the ribbon with a hidden smile.
“Wormy’s in looooveeee.” James teased and Peter hit him with the pillow this time.
“Tell me your secrets.” Sirius went close to Peter and the boy just lifted his hand to his mouth a mimed a zip over it before slumping back down and playing with the ribbon again. “I will find them out. I promise you.”
He stood off the bed, so did James and Remus. Peter knelt up to begin closing his curtains and as he came to a finish, he left a gap for his head to poke through and looked straight at Sirius with a wry smile. “Good luck with that.”
Kim Mingyu x f!reafer
content: fluff, handsy mingyu, established relationship
- Synopsis: Mingyu can’t seem to keep his hands off of you.
mingyu is the kind of boyfriend who never realizes he’s touching you.
it starts small. his hand finding yours when you sit next to each other. his knee pressed against yours under the table. an arm slung over your shoulders like it’s muscle memory.
you’ll be talking about your day, about something random and he’s nodding, listening, but his fingers are already busy. tracing circles on your wrist. brushing your knuckles. absent minded, like breathing.
“are you even listening?” you ask once, amused.
“yeah,” he says immediately, squeezing your hand. “you said your boss was annoying. again.”
he’s right. annoyingly right.
when you’re standing, he’s behind you. chin on your shoulder, arms wrapping around your waist, swaying slightly. when you move, he moves with you, like he forgot where his body ends and yours begins.
“mingyu,” you mumble, trying to grab something from the counter.
“mm?”
“you’re attached.”
“yup,” he says easily, not moving an inch.
on the couch, it’s worse. your legs over his lap. his head on your thigh. your fingers in his hair because somehow that just happens every time. he relaxes instantly, like that’s all he needed.
sometimes he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until you point it out.
“you haven’t let go of me in twenty minutes.”
he blinks, looks down, sees his hand firmly holding yours.
“…oh,” he says, then tightens his grip instead. “my bad.”
you don’t mind. not really. it’s warm. grounding. like he’s reminding himself you’re there.
later, when you’re both half asleep, he pulls you closer again, forehead pressed to yours, breath warm against your cheek.
after a long day, mingyu’d just want to come home to you and cuddle until you both fall asleep; you’re more than happy to oblige. but as he flops down to the bed and squirms closer to you, the way his body tenses and sags would catch your attention. so, as he cuddles into you, face buried in the crook of your neck, you call out his name. he answers with a soft hum. a soft smile finds it way to your face and you dip your head a bit to level with his.
your lips busy themselves with his as one of your hands travel down the expanse of his torso, caressing the soft but tired skin, until you stop just above the waistband of his sweatpants. mingyu sighs into the kiss as you slip your hand past the garter and his boxers, palming his hardening cock. he’d start whining the longer you stalled, eventually hiding his blushing face in your chest, making you chuckle.
you decide to cut him slack and move down his body, kneeling beside him as you pull out his member from his pants. mingyu releases a mewl when you kitten-lick his sensitive head; his chest rises and falls rapidly as the pleasure in the the pit of his stomach increases. you smile softly before poking out your tongue again, this time to lick the underside from base to tip. the shaky breath mingyu lets out only feeds your pride. he finds enough strength to call out to you, though his voice is wavering and whining. “baby, baby please, i need to cum, please make me cum.”
and really, how could you ever say no to him? especially when he’s so good, begging and asking so nicely. you take his head into you mouth, sucking gently and softly, your tongue licking and prodding at the slit every now and then; one is hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping slowly, while the other is holding his hips down, fingers tracing small patterns into his honey skin. you look up at him through your lashes, an adoring smile breaking out when you see how deep he is in pleasure- eyebrows furrowed, eyes scrunched closed while his lips part in a silent moan.
you rest your head on his thigh while your hand pumps him faster, eliciting a long and high pitched whine from his cherry lips. mingyu’s hand scrambles for your free one. you hold it and intertwine your fingers. squeezing your hand, he finally moans out. “i’m gonna c-cum, g-gonna cum, b-baby, p-please-”
you latch your lips to his head again, pumping faster as you swirl your tongue on the tip, sucking gently. with your coercion, he cums in your mouth as whines and moans escape him, chest heaving and hand squeezing yours. once you swallow and he’s ridden his high, you detach from him- not without protests from mingyu, but you manage. even through his dazed and sleepy state, he reaches out for you, grabby hands that make you giggle and coo at him. you sit next to him, towel in hand, and start cleaning him up gently, careful because you’re pretty sure he can’t handle another round.
mingyu nuzzles his face into your chest while you play with his hair, kisses of thanks landing on whatever exposed skin he could reach. soon enough, he’s snoring, and with a soft smile you peck his temple and drift off to sleep yourself.
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Pairing: Wonwoo x Fem!reader x Mingyu
Tags: 6.3k words, Roommate AU, friends to lovers, polyamory, angst, SMUT. [Part 2 of 3]
Summary: After the dynamic in the house changes, feelings are a bit muddled between you and Wonwoo, but your boyfriend Mingyu has it all figured out.
A/N: I highly recommend reading part one first!! Reminder, there is NO infidelity here, this is a consensual arrangement between all three characters! Thanks to all those who’ve waited! :)
The room is dark when you enter, peeking your head through to find Wonwoo exactly where you expect him to be on a Thursday night. He’s in his gaming chair, headphones on, so you lean into his line of sight and he turns slightly, giving you a small smile to tell you he knows you’re there but keeps playing as usual.
He figures you’ll just make yourself comfortable in his bed to watch him play like you usually do when you’re lonely. Mingyu was out of town for a few days, training staff at his company’s newest location and you, so used to having your boyfriend around 24/7, took to hovering around your other housemate whenever he was gone. Wonwoo didn’t mind, you were always good company in his book.
Wonwoo is surprised though when he feels your hands on his shoulders, thumbs methodically rubbing into the muscle there and he looks up at you curiously, pulling one side of his headphones forward so he can hear you. “What’s up?” He asks softly.
He catches your tongue darting out over your bottom lip and thinks you might ask him something but to his surprise and perhaps slight disappointment, you just shake your head with a soft smile. “Nothing. Keep playing your game.”
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