#flonks

We're glad to announce themed week dedicated to erotic/kinky content about women from any era of the HP universe!

Anyone can agree that there is a remarkably small amount of healthy erotic content with women in the fandom space. The goal of this event is to create more mature/explicit content centering on women’s pleasure, because exploring one's sexuality and being interested in this kind of content is not something to be ashamed of. We deserve a space to enjoy female sensuality.

The event will take place from May 19th to 25th.

RULES || PROMPTS || AO3 COLLECTION

Tonks: I’m having girlfriend problems with you.

Fleur: What?! But I’m not your girlfriend.

now one of my fav rarepairs, fleurdora (which i also call rosethorns along some other people and i will die on this hill) as college kids! i love them dearly

thank you very much for the ask, anon!

i love a bit of flonks - and i certainly think it's one of fleur's most compelling partnerships - for the semi-serious reason that i think their incredibly divergent personal aesthetics make for an entertaining time all round.

and for the actually serious reason that i think you can do so much with their shared experience of moving through the world in bodies which are treated like curiosities, and which aren't always taken seriously by the people they live and work alongside.

especially since tonks and fleur's responses to the general condescension they receive is to… not give a fuck in the slightest. i admire how they both individually love to be arrogant and confident and unapologetic in how they present themselves, and doubling that power by smashing them together?

@wilfriede Flonks is such a great pairing! I’m so glad you prompted them. And I love forcing them together during wartime. This was originally going to be much angstier, but the domestic kitchen sex got in the way. Oops 🙃

💟 @kinktober-2025 day 17: service kink, @hp-saffics spooky 2025 day 20: quiver 💟 kitchen sex, vaginal fingering, infidelity

Let Her Cook

Bill was away again, would be for at least a week on some Order mission. Fleur didn’t say anything, simply leaving a folded apron in front of the guest room door before Tonks woke.

Here was the thing. Tonks was stuck here, at least for now. Because of their parents’ undesirable status, the Order had forced them to go into hiding. Bill and Fleur had offered up their place, a little cottage by the sea.

Quaint, absolutely. Stimulating, hardly. So, Tonks had found a way to pass the time — cooking, cleaning, taking care of the house when the couple were busy or away.

Fleur had liked that a lot — a bit too much, actually — Tonks bent over the kitchen tile, scrubbing the floors by hand. Tonks never finished the floors, Fleur’s slender fingers finding their dripping centre long before the floors were clean.

When Bill was away, they didn’t have to hide. 

Tonks sang along to the wireless as a pot simmered on the stove, the apron fluttering as they danced. They’d start on the bread soon. Fleur always adored fresh bread. It reminded her of France.

Suddenly, Fleur’s hands were on their hips, spinning them around. She swayed to the music, guiding Tonks in a gentle rhythm.

“You’re wonderful, you know that?” Fleur pressed a kiss to Tonks’s cheek, her floral perfume surrounding them both.

“You’re just flattering me to get in my pants,” Tonks teased.

“What pants?” Fleur grabbed a handful of Tonks’ bare arse. Tonks was naked under the apron, entire backside exposed.

Fleur pressed closer. Tonks’s back hit the counter.

“How much time do we have?”

Tonks hopped up on the counter, weaving their legs around Fleur’s waist and pulling her in. “Curry has to simmer for another twenty.”

“Twenty minutes is plenty of time.” Fleur grinned, her hand skimming over Tonk’s hips and landing in the front. She trailed lower until it was rubbing over Tonks’s folds, already slippery with arousal. A finger slipped inside, then another. Tonks’s back arched, pushing their chest out into Fleur’s other hand.

Fleur rolled a nipple between her fingertips, then bent down to take it in her mouth.

“You’ve been so good for me.” She bit lightly with her teeth, and Tonks moaned. “So good at doing whatever I ask. So good at taking care of me.”

Tonks was a quivering mess, neck clammy with sweat, body feverish with heat. Fleur pulled back, blowing lightly on Tonks’s abused nipple, making them shiver.

“Let me take care of you now.”

Fleur added a third finger, and Tonks thrust forward automatically. It was so good, so deep, reaching the dark crevices inside that they had not yet dared to explore.

“Come for me, ma chérie.” 

Fleur tugged her nipple, and Tonks flew off the edge, mind whiting out with bliss. Fleur continued stroking inside, harder and faster, sending Tonks over the edge again, and then once more. Until all Tonks could think about was Fleur’s fingers, Fleur’s lips — everything, always Fleur.

Also read it on AO3!

"Oh cute outfit! And so polite - here, have a Flonks drabble. Happy Halloween!"

The thing about being a metamorphmagus is that you also know when others are turning on their own inherent magic.

I see the shift in her stance. Demanding adoration. The tilt of her face. The way her hair glows that little bit brighter. Her smile too; it draws people in. People. And Bill. Her hand rests on his arm once he's near.

But then she dims. And glances at me under her lashes. Her smile is soft, coy, for me unlike with anyone else.

We share a room, not she and him. I know the real her.

All of her.

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