Variant, Loki X Fem. Reader

Again, Anthony J. Crowley x Male Reader

Another life.

A/N: This is an angst post, so no happy ending. Sorry not sorry (⌒‐⌒)

Enjoy!

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It was never meant to turn out this way. Hell thought it was a grand idea. He'd tricked a human into falling in love with him. It was brilliant and got another soul downstairs! Only, he hadn't tricked you into anything. He'd actually fallen in love with you too. With you as a demon, despite how much he thought you deserved better, meant you could always be together. And then Heaven intervened. An angel had caught wind of this whole ordeal and got angry. That was a low blow, even for a demon. So even in eternal damnation, Crowley was punished once more.

The angle cast the 'gift' of infinite reincarnation upon you. It would be great, if only you kept your memories. But you didn't. Each new life you were born into was just that. New. But that wasn't the worst part. Not for poor Crowley. His punishment that tied into this was that in each new life of yours, you'd meet again. And each and every time, you'd fall in love with him. And each and every time, he got to watch your death. It was horrible. In his opinion, this was worse than you ever getting sent to hell. Like this, you never got to rest or reflect. It was just life, over and over again. A never ending cycle that you didn't deserve.

He blamed himself. He tried countless times to make a miracle of his own to save you from this punishment. But nothing ever worked. Once, he tried to go to Aziraphale for help. To no avail of course. He expected as such though. At some point, he attempted to make you hate him. Or pretend to hate you. So that you'd just leave him alone for the rest of whatever lifespan you had. That worked a few times. The guilt he felt afterwards never went away. His heart lurched at every reincarnation of yours he met. Your age and gender varried from time to time. How old you were when you met him. Sometimes you were just a kid who bumped into him by accident. Sometimes you were an elder who needed his help crossing the street soundly.

Man or woman, it was always you. Unmistakably, you. Your name never changed. Or that look in your eyes you got each time you fell in love with him. He'd lost count of how many times you were reborn by now. For while, he did keep track. But that only added to the pain, so he stopped. Somewhere along the lines he tried to go to his head office about all of this. As a desperate final attempt to put this to a stop. His plea was that with you stuck in eternal life, you could never come join Hell. Sure, it convinced them. Mostly. Not a whole lot of the Dark Council cared all that much. He made a fair point, but whatever they tried didn't work either.

You were the reason he hated the 14th century. Because that was when you met him for the first time. The first time you fell in love with each other. He hated thinking about it. About you. How if he had just left you alone, then you would have never been subjected to this cycle. And neither would he. It started again today. You met him. It was the usual age, the same as the very first time you met. You were male, too. Just like the first time. This time though, was when of the few that he saw you first. That should have given him the opportunity to run away, or miracle you to a different location. Something, anything. But he didn't. He froze in his place. It had been over twenty years since he last saw you.

You were just as handsome as you'd always been. And you staring at his Bentley. On the sidewalk with a look of awe upon your face. Like you'd never seen a vintage car before. Or you were happy to see another. For a split second, everything around you turned white. You stayed same, and you looked just as you did back in the fourteenth century. With a blink, the world returned to normal. Suddenly he felt sick to his stomach. As if he may throw up or like he'd been dammed again. He'd long forgotten what he was going to his car for in the first place. His plans or general train of thought completely vanished. He couldn't do this. Not another life. Not for the umpteenth time.

Somehow though, his feet miraculously began to move. In his usual sassy saunter, he approached the car. "Can I help you?" He spoke rather dryly, holding a dull expression behind his sunglasses. He startled you a bit, and you quickly snap your head to the side to look at him. A big, but awkward smile pulled on your lips. "Oh, uhm! Sorry, is this your car?" He lazily quirked an eyebrow as you pointed at the Bentley, as if it weren't obvious enough which car you were talking about. "'Tis. Why?" He questions as he tilts his head back slightly. As stoic and irritated as he may seem, on the inside he was truly hurting. Screaming, crying, getting so worked up that lightening struck him.

You gaze returned to the car, your smile turning softer and more genuine. "That's so cool. I love vintage cars. I didn't think anyone in London actually drove them anymore" A tiny scoff of what could have been amusement escaped him. You never failed to make him fall just a little deeper in love with every interaction you had. Even if you never remember it. He did, that's what mattered. "Oh sorry, how impolite of me," your gaze returns to him "I completely forgot to introduce myself. I'm Y/N. It's nice to meet you, Mr...?" You trail off, waiting for him to finish the sentence for you.

"Crowley."

A Flower, Neville Longbottom x Fem. Reader

Maybe this time he'll get it right.

A/N: Another bot turned story (｡-∀-)♪ https://share.character.ai/Wv9R/ie2tqwfj @jasperpasta

Enjoy!

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The Yule ball had been announced not long ago, but it drew closer with every passing day. Everyone was buzzing with excitement, buying formal wear and asking people to be their dates. The hot topic for everyone fourth year through seventh was dates. Who was taking who, who was asking who, ect. It wasn't until after Professor McGonagall's dance lessons did it occure to him that he too needed a date. And fast. Everyone, especially his year mates, were already betting he'd go alone. The first (and only person really) that came to mind was you. He'd been crushing on you for ages now.

But, he'd never had the courage to make a move. He tried a few times before, though it never came off quiet the right. He wasn't the best when it came to any romantic area. With the way you reacted before, he had seriously doubted himself. He had narrowed it down to you either trying to reject him gently or him just being plain too dull. And neither were necessarily the case, still his mind told him otherwise. He promised himself that this would be the time he finally got it right. So after planning and talking himself into it fully, he did just that. His first decision was to make it into a more romantic gesture.

How he was going to manage that he didn't know. In result, he went to Hermione: the only girl he thought to talk to about this. Anxiously, he tracked. Which wasn't a hard feat, seeing as she was in the library like usual. "Hey uhm, Hermione?" He fumbled as he tripped over the chair next to her, attempting to pull it out and sit in it. "Yes Neville?"

"I was wonder if you could help me with something"

"What is it?" He pauses, his tongue slipping between his lips to wet them before he responded. "Well, uhm. I wanted to ask Y/N to be my date to the ball. But I'm not sure how, I want it to be romantic and make it clear it's not in a 'let's go as friends' sort of way, y'know?" Hermione smiled, finally tearing her gaze away from the book she was reading to the boy beside her.

"Oh Neville, that's nice! What did you have in mind"

"See that's the problem, nothing. I was hoping you could help me with the whole romantic bit"

"I see. Well, there's a few ways you could go about it"

"Like what?"

"Would could always just do something simple. Like propose with a flower. A poster, if you want to be grand about it" He thought hard about Hermione's suggestions. The idea of making a poster sounded nice, but he didn't trust his artistic skill for that. A flower sounded perfect though. And it gave him an excuse to go back to the greenhouses. So, he nods. "A flower sounds perfect" With that being said, he bid his friend good by and headed off to the greenhouses. After walking around them all and searching thoroughly, he realized that none of the flowers he found were suitable. They were all either ugly, smelt horrible or were just plain dangerous.

That put him in a difficult position. His next course of action was to go search the grounds until he found one. After several hours of doing so, he managed to find one of those big daisies. It wasn't a rose, but it would have to do. And it was the thought that counts, right? Only things left to do now was give you the flower and ask you out. That was going to be the hardest part, easily. Hours of reaching and wandering later, he managed to find a few of those large wild daisies. He picked out the prettiest one out of the small bunch. Now he just had to ask you out. He felt his stomach drop at the thought. What if you said no? Or what if he messed up and made a fool of himself? A million anxieties washed over him during his walk back to the castle.

When he got back inside he caught you out of the corner of his eye walking down a corridor. He froze. Should he do it now, or should he wait? Maybe he just shouldn't at all. He took a deep breath. He was gonna do it now. If he waited any longer that gave somebody else the chance to ask you to be their date. He did a little jog down the corridor in attempt to catch up with you. "Hey Y/N wait up a moment please!" He called out, stuttering a bit as he did. You stopped walking once you heard Neville's voice. With a smile you turned around to face him. He sighed inwardly, now able to catch up with you a lot easier. The flower was now hidden behind his back, making him look ever more awkward than usual.

"What's up Neville?"

"I was just uhm.." He trailed off momentarily, licking his lips while as his cheeks grew burning hot. His grip on the flower shifted slightly. With a small breath, he managed to hold out the flower to you. He barely managed to lift his gaze from the floor to look at you as he spoke. "I was wondering if you'd be my date to the ball..?" You felt your chest grow impossibly tight and ache. A blush quickly formed across your cheeks that matched his. Excitement erreupted through your veins like a volcano. "Yes!" You exclaimed joyfully, much to his surprise.

"Really?"

"Yes, absolutely! I would love to!" He let out a meek flustered noise as you suddenly jumped up and hugged him, causing him to stumble back a bit. Though, he's not very slow to return your hug with a growing smile. "I'm so glad" His voice came out trembling due to how flustered he was. Nonetheless, he was a very happy camper. After a few long close moments, he gently set you down and took a tiny step back. He fumbles his words a few times trying to say something. Ultimately, he gives up and just holds the flower back out for you with a small 'Here'. "Thank you" His gaze his back on the floor now, and he's rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly with a soft nod.

"You're welcome.."

I Own, Fred Weasley x G/N Reader

You're so beautifully overwhelming

A/N: Sorry if this is kind of out of character guys. 😓 I reference a poem, it is not mine. All credits to the original author of it.

Enjoy!

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Getting alone time with Fred wasn't an easy feat. That with the strict rules surrounding the dorms and his mischievous lifestyle, he found it hard to work privacy into your relationship.

But, every so often he managed. Today was the prime example of that. He snuck you into his dorm room while all his mates were out doing Merlin knows what. It was a risk, but pleant nonetheless.

The two of you were sat on his bed, you reading a book while he held you from behind. Boredom slowly ate away at him as more time passed. He had his cheek pressed to your shoulder with his long arms wrapped lazily around your waist. He loved holding you, but this was just plain dull. The silence save for the repetitive sound of you thumbing through page after page of your book.

Deciding he had enough of the monotony, he tightened his hold around your middle and suddenly laid back with swift force. You let out a shriek, instinctively trying to pull away. To no avail, as his strength won over yours. "Fred!" You struggled, earning an amused chuckle from him.

"What? Can't a bloke enjoy his sweetheart properly?"

"I mean yeah, but a warning would have been nice!"

He chuckled again, nudging the side of your neck with his nose. Excepting defeat, you begrudgingly closed your book and set it aside. He hummed in approval when you did a 180° in his arms so that you two would be chest to chest. In his most humblest opinion, this kind of silence was a whole lot better than the same as moments ago.

His large hand came to the back of your head, playing gently with your hair. The peace however, was shortlived as he gave into his intrusive thoughts. His hand slid down your back and stopped at your bottom: giving it a squeeze. "Fred!!" He let out a bark of laughter.

"Something the matter love? 'M just squeezing the bum I own"

A scoff of disbelief left you as you jerked up into a sitting position; straddling his torso. His hands came up to your hips, resting on them lightly. "Own it do you?" He grinned with a nod. You bristled at his agreement. Thoughts about getting him back swirled about your head. A poem you red a while back vaguely made its way to the front of your mind.

You slid down to sit on his lap rather than his stomach, placing your hands on his chest. A thoughtful hum escaped the back of your throat as you gazed down at him. He still wore a proud smirk, much liking the new placement of your seat.

"Fine. Then I own.." Lifting your palms so that only your fingertips touched him. Slowly, you dragged them down his chest as you continued, "The moondust in your lungs."

His eyebrows raise in mild intrigue with eyes following your hands. You press your thumbs to the outer corners of his eyes, making his curiosity grow. "The stars in your eyes" He let out a slightly nervous chuckle, anxiousness inching up his spine at the untethered romantic rooted into your words.

"You can't be that cheesy"

Ignoring his comment, you went on checking off your mental list. Gingerly, you took his hands in yours and lifted them up. He felt himself grow smaller inside. "The Amortentia in your fingertips," as you spoke, you kissed his fingertips. He swallows lightly, watching you with warming cheeks. You lowered his hands, your own coming to his messy locks and running through them.

"The sun in your hair," His eyes fell shut when you did that, enjoying the touch. There was a familiar tight ache forming in his chest. Almost like butterflies. "The wonders in your mind," You kiss his forehead, then his lips.

"The mellifluous in your mouth," When you pulled up, his eyes peel half open. Soft with affection and indescribable anxiety. Finally, a kiss to his chest right where his heart lay buried in his chest. "And, the the world within your heart."

He's quiet for a few moments, his gaze nowhere in particular as he took in the weight of your words. It was beautifully overwhelming in the best kind of way. When his eyes finally trail back up to you, he felt a bit breathless. A smile broke on his lips, accompanied by a scoff and a shake of the head.

"You cannot be that ridiculous"

"Ridiculous?"

"Yes, absolutely," He pauses, his expression growing soft once more. "But, I'll bite." You raise your eyebrows at him. He sits up, slow and careful to keep you on his lap.

"You own an awful lot of me, love"

"I do"

"Tell me then, what parts of you do I own?"

"You tell me."

He falters. There was no way in hell he could even begin to dream of matching the level of romance in the things you said. He could try sure, but it wouldn't be anything short of a poor or failed attempt. His tongue slips between his lips, wetting them before speaking.

"I-I'm not sure where to start"

"Technically, you already have"

He chuckles at your cheek. Banter was nice. It helped relive some of his tension, but certainly not all of it. "Right. Uhmm.." He glazes you over, trying to find something to own. Why he owned it. He pauses at your lips.

"I own your smile. It's the first thing I think of when you come to mind. It's uhm, it's nice"

Him saying that caused a warm smile to pull on your lips. The ache in his chest grew tighter at the sight.

"And your body. All of it. I'm a very.. Touchy person. I like to feel you. It's grounding, in a way I guess. Like a reminder I'm not alone, even when I feel all hollow inside. I have you"

The look on your face must have been surprised because he suddenly held a guilty expression. His gaze flickered away, and his shoulders slumped slightly.

"Sorry, I'm not too good at this huh?"

"What? No! No, Fred, you're great. I like it, I promise. Please," You brought a hand to his cheek, gently turning his head so he'd look at you again. "Keep going."

Feeling encouraged by your reassurance, he reluctantly went on. "Okay. And uhm.. I own your heart. It's only fair, yeah?" He presses his forehead to yours, your eyes locking in a deep and intense hold. His voice lowers into a hushed tone.

"Since you so mercilessly stole mine away"

"I'm never giving it back"

He lets out a small laugh, a smirk forming on his features.

"Didn't think you would. You can keep it anyhow. It likes you"

"I like it too."

There's a pause between the two of you. He still felt slightly overwhelmed, but you served to calm him as well. A certain intensity hung thickly in the air. Love, easily. If nothing else. After a few more beats, he spoke back up.

"I love you, my Y/N"

"I love you too, my Frederick"

a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted

their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"

"Every writer"?

come on

Thieving Eyes, Draco Malfoy x Fem. Reader

The Yule Ball has rolled around and Draco wants you to be his date!

A/N: I feel like a little fluff is needed after my last post, so here it is.

Enjoy!

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He couldn't help the way you stood out. Or how he could pin point your voice in a loud room. Or the way your eyes met across the room. In passing, in the halls and during meals. There had to be something wrong with him. Maybe you were one with the problem. You weren't even his type, right? He couldn't tell anymore. He'd never even paid you any particular mind until the ball got announced to the student body. Instantly his eyes went to you. Apparently you thought the same way, because when he looked up, your eyes locked. For a split second, it was like everything else just faded out. And all there was left was you. In all your beautiful glory. He was so entranced that he hadn't hear the bell ring, or register the fact that you were packing up your things. It only clicked when you got up and walked out of the classroom. Quickly, he sprung to his feet and scrambled to shove all of his own things into his bag.

He darted out of the classroom and snapped his head to either side, trying to make you out in the flood of students in the corridor. Luckily, you weren't too far away. He spotted you walking with two of your fellow housemates: Pansy and Daphne. He shoves his way through the sea of students, paying no mind to be polite or avoid any non-rough physical contact. It didn't take long for him to catch up the group of girls. He silently began to walk along side Pansy. who was on your left. The topic of the conversation you three, now four, was the ball. "So Y/N," Pansy starts with a somewhat condescending smile "Have you gotten a date?" A sigh of resignation left you as you shook your head. "Not yet, unfortunately. I'm hoping to get asked soon. What about you?" You return the question, shooting Pansy a curious glance. She falters momentarily, not having expected you to quip that back at her.

Though, she recovers quickly with a proud smirk. "No," She gives Draco a smug glance "Though, I'm sure a certain somebody is just wait for the right time. Sentimentals and such" A sneer of disgust falls over Draco's features and he rolls his eyes. "Charmed, Parkinson" He drawls in a sardonic tone. You, on the other hand, hadn't seen his expression and read the interaction between the two completely wrong. A tepid smile formed on your lips and you gave Pansy a nod. A few seconds later, Daphne pipes up about her date with Goyle, and seemed rather happy about it. The conversation continued between the two girls with an occasional remark from Draco. You, however, remained silent. Person by person, you all split up to go to your different classes.

Which, ended up with you by yourself. Or so you thought. Draco then spoke up when it was just the two of you left. "Oi Y/L/N, hold on a minute" He says just as you're about to enter your class. You stop and turn your head to look at him, mild surprise on your features. "Uhm- What's up Malfoy?" You question back as you turned your whole body to face him as well. He hesitates and you quirk an eyebrow at him. A huff of frustration left him and he sneered lightly at himself. "Look, just- Just meet me in the common room after dinner alright?" He snaps before storming off. That left you more confused, but you just brush it off and head into class.

The next couple of classes after that, you had all with Draco. In each and every one you kept catching him looking at you. Staring or shooting a quick glance your way. And every time your eyes met his, he'd let out a bothered scoff and instantly look away. Like you'd done something wrong. Which was odd, but you decided against saying anything to him. Then again during dinner. Except he seemed more irritable now. Giving anyone, especially if it were a guy, the coldest death glare you'd ever seen if they spoke to you. Finally, dinner was over, and now dessert was being served. Though, instead of staying for it like you usually did, you got up and left. The way Draco had been looking at your housemates somewhat irked you the wrong way. And he did say to meet him after dinner. Maybe you were taking that bit a little too literally.

Of course, Draco noticed the second you got up. After a few moments, he followed. You were completely unaware of this fact and ended up going to your dorm room to change out of you school robes into something more comfortable. So, it's a bit if a surprise for you when you come back down to the lounge area to see him sitting there waiting for you. The moment you come into his field of vision he sprung to his feet. And very awkwardly cleared his throat. "You wanted to talk to me Malfoy?" As you speak his eyes flicker around the room to double check the two of you were alone. And you were. He gives a small yet firm nod. "Yeah. I did. I wanted to ask you something." Your eyebrows raise slightly. "Oh? Okay, by all means. Shoot" He hesitates, the same way he did in the afternoon. He balls up his fists and puffs out a breath in frustration. This really shouldn't be all that hard for him. But it is. It really is.

After a deep breath, he manages to pull himself together enough to speak. "Will you be my date to the ball, Y/N?" That wasn't at all what you were expecting. Was he serious? Your eyes widen enough to practically pop out of socket. You choke on any words that threaten yo leave your throat. Heat had very quickly and very prominently rose to your cheeks. Bright red like a ripe tomato. "I-I.. Are you serious?" He didn't like that response. Not by a long shot. A look of offense and anger contorted his features and yet another scoff came from his parted lips. "What? Yes I'm bloody serious! What kind of twat do you take me for?" That wasn't a very good reaction. Panic set in and you threw your hands up in surrender. "No no! That's not what I meant! I was just- Surprised! Is all, but yes! Yes I'll be your date, I'd love.. to be your date"

He rolls he eyes and mutters out what sounded like a 'good'. You both stand there a bit awkwardly for a while before he speaks up again. "The night of the ball, meet me at the bottom of the staircase to the dorms. Got it?" You nod, but as you do, he's already storming off. The last bits if disbelief finally wear off and a huge grin spread across your lips. Draco Malfoy, the boy to get, just asked you to be your date! You squeal happily and jump up and down a few times. This was incredible!

The night of the ball arrived faster than anticipated. To say your nerves were fried would be a vast understatement. You'd gotten the most gorgeous dress from one of the shops in Hogesmead that you could find. Though now, standing in front of the mirror with it on felt insulting. What if Draco didn't like it? Or if the color was ugly to everyone else? A million anxieties ran through your mind all at once. Still, it was too late back out now. With a deep breath and a slightly heavy heart, you left your dorm room. Your walk to the main area of the common room was that of a deserted one. There wasn't a single other person around. Probably because they were all the ball already. When you reach the stop of the staircase, Draco's there standing at the bottom of it. Looking rather impatient, actually. That was until he saw you at the top of the stairs. All of that irritation instantly faded.

His grey eyes widen and his jaw slightly slack. A small smile formed on your face. You took your time going down the staircase. Half from fear of how stable your heels were, half wanting to give him a little show. That same awe-struck look remained on his face, his eyes not leaving you once as you came down. "So, how do I look?" You broke the silence as he took your hand to held you down the last few steps. It took him a few seconds to register what you said. He awkwardly cleared his throat, pulling his hand from yours. "Beautiful. Stunning, really" You nod, your smile only growing. "You too. I mean- Handsome. Yeah. Sorry" He scoffs softly, shaking his head with a little smirk. "Right. Let's go now, yeah? Before we're late"

"Oh! Right, yeah" And with that he held out his arm for you to link with your own. Which, you did. The walk to the Great Hall was mostly silent. Just like in class a few days ago, he kept stealing glances at you. Though his eyes weren't sharp. They were softer than last time. As if he were admiring you. And he was. When you two arrived at the hall, it was packed. It was unbelievably beautiful. You look at Draco with a wide smile and squeeze his arm excitedly. Meanwhile, he's trying to act unimpressed. Per usual. After the competitors have their special dance everyone started to join in. You and Draco included. He gives you a teasing eyebrow raise as he lifts you up and spins you. He was a good dancer. You? You weren't bad, but he definitely had a lot pratice. The waltz was fun, and romantic almost. The way he looked at you was the best part.

With a wide smile and adoring eyes. As adoring as they got when it came to him, anyway. When the first dance was said and done, the music was then taken over by a band. A happy squeal left you as the more energetic music started and you take Draco's hand while you dance. This initially shocked him, but it wore off as quickly as it came. He started to dance with you and a few of your friends and/or housemates. The two of you were inseparable for most of the night. There was a few exceptions of course, like then Pansy dragged you off to the lavatory with her, or when he went off to prank some kids from other houses with Crabbe and Goyle. Though, eventually the night have to come to an end. Come the last song of the ball, there was hardly any kids left in the Great Hall. The final song was a slow one. And of course, you'd dragged Draco back out to the floor for it.

He complained that he was tired, but put up no real fight other than that. His hands went to your hips, and your arms encircle his neck. A slow dance for a slow song. The two of you gently sway together, just staring at each other. "Hi." You say in a softer voice with a smile, a hint of a giggle escaping your throat. He quirked an eyebrow, "Hi?" He repeats in a mocking tone. "Yeah. Hi" You grin. He rolls his eyes at you. You two make some small talk about nothing in particular throughout the song. Until it ends, and the two of you stop. When you go to pull away, he doesn't let go. You furrow your brows at him, to which he responds: "Happy Christmas, Y/N."

And with that, he kissed you.

Hi guys! I know it's been a while since I've posted anything, I've been super busy as of late. I currently have roughly four fics in the makings right now that should slowly come out over the next few weeks. But, as always any requests I get will come first.

I've also started making bots on character ai! Only a few granted my lack of free time. Nonetheless I am also taking bot requests! So send those on in. My user there is @777gorgeous 😼🙏

First Time, Neville Longbottom x Fem. Reader

Your boyfriend wants to give you his virginity!

A/N: The following includes praise, p in v, and foreplay.

Enjoy!

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He wasn't sure what got him here. Maybe it was his hormones. Maybe it was just how pretty you were. Or how safe you made him feel when it came to the uncomfortable stuff. Everything actually, not just the uncomfortable stuff. But, whatever it was, it landed him here. Standing in front of you with a red face, tight trousers, and unbelievably nervously. He'd never had sex before, but he wasn't clueless about it. At least not entirely. With virginity comes some ignorance. Meanwhile, you're sat on your bed looking up at him dumbfounded. Did he really just ask you if you'd be okay with having sex with him? He couldn't read your expression, and he didn't like it.

You blink once, completely dumbfounded. "I.. Okay. Yeah" Your willingness to comply made some of his nerves fade, but certainly not all of them. He nods awkwardly before responding. "Are you sure? I don't want you to feel pressured or anything.." You look up at him quizzically, then letting out a soft scoff and shake your head lightly. "Yes, I'm sure. No pressure, I doubt you even have the heart do something like that Nev." He gives a small, awkward nod. You smack your lips lightly before standing up and stepping close to him. "I suppose we should start off slow, shouldn't we?" His eyes widen at your sudden proximity, but he makes no attempt to move away from you.

"Yeah, yeah. Slow.." He stammers out, raising his hands for a split second before lowering them quickly. He wanted to touch you, hold you, something. But he wasn't sure if that was too fast or not. Especially since you were doing this on his account. Your arms encircle his neck as you press your body to his. His breath hitched at the action and he went rigid momentarily. After another moment of hesitation, his hands came up to gently hold your hips. Your lips meet. At first he's shy, but it doesn't take long for him to try and reciprocate what you're doing. His lips are against yours, and hard. Firmly, nearly bruising. Though, after slowing down and following your lead, it gets better. Soft, and gentle. Sweet, like candy.

His lips feel antagonizingly good against your own. Without realizing it, you've moved to the bed. He's sitting on it, and you're straddling his lap. You don't fully register it, you chose not to. It was better not to ruin the moment. Your hands find their way into his hair, running through it, gripping it. You run your tongue along his bottom lip. A small groan sounds from him as your tongue finally meets his. He was quick to part his lips for you, eager for more. To learn and feel. There's a shift in position again. He's gotten a bit bolder, more comfortable in this mess of your lips. You're pressed up against the headboard and he's on top of you. Words can't begin to describe how warm your body feels beneath him. How good, how right.

Before you knew it, your lips found their way to the corner of his mouth. Kissing hungrily along his jaw then to his neck. When you found his throat, the kisses turned into more. Sucking tenderly on his skin, leaving a trail of dark blossoming hickeys down his neck. For each one you gave, he let out a series of whines and gasps. Such beautiful, needy sounds that spread warm goosebumps across your skin. You're completely enthralled with how vocal he is. How unashamed he is with the pleasure you're bringing him. You try to return your lips to his, but he's quick to mirror your actions. Kissing your jaw and neck, sucking marks into your flesh. Your hands find his hair again, messing it up further. Pulling him in, greedy for more of his attention.

He smells good. Like the greenhouses and shampoo. Heady. It's practically pheromones to you, making you want to drink him in until nothing is left. Unable to take it anymore, your hands find his face and tear him away from your throat. Before he could react, your lips are on his again. Deeply, passionately, hungrily. He reciprocates your kisses with equal ferver. With a puff of air from both of you, you roll over on top of him. His large hands return to your waist and his fingers slide beneath the fabric of your shirt. At some point you break away for air, your breath no better then trembling gasps. His eyes are blown and his hair is a disaster. Not to mention his heavily flushed cheeks. You imagine you probably don't look much different.

You're straddling him now, just barely hovering above the painfully large tent in his trousers. "Okay.." you let out an exhale, "You've got me worked up now". He swallows thickly as your words sink in, and all he can do is nod at first. His eyes widen as your hands find the zipper of his jumper and yank it down. His chest is heaving by now, and multiple anxieties flood him as you fumble fast hands to unbutton his shirt. He knew he was far from lean, and wasn't overly fond of his chubbiness. Once the fabric was open, your hands slip beneath it and slide it open slowly. Wide eyes marvel at his bare torso, and he swallows nervously. "Beautiful.." You mumble breathlessly, causing Neville to doubt his hearing for a split second.

Before he could voice his doubt, you're already pushing the shirt to his shoulders and pulling it off his arms. "Your turn" you state bluntly, making his eyes widen in horror. His tongue darts out, wetting his lips. After the tiniest bit of hesitation his hands grip the hem of your shirt and pull it off over your head. He sets the article aside, marveling at the sight of your bra. You keep your arms raised above your head, silently ushering him to take it off you. He reaches behind you, your faces coming in dangerously close proximity as he does. He fumbles a bit, but gets the bra unhooked. You lower your arms and shrug the piece off, then simply tossing it aside. He raises his hands, hovering them just above your breasts. His eyes flicker up to your face, hesitancy written all over his expression. "Can I touch you..?"

"As much as you want" His eyes wander back down to your chest as his hands make contact with your bare skin. He cups your breasts gently, his thumbs gently brushing over your nipples and watching as they harden. A small flicker of hesitation crosses him before he just gives into his intrusive thought. His lips make contact with one of your breasts. He trails soft kisses over it, stopping when he reaches your nipple. "I didn't tell you that you had to stop" His eyes instantly flick up to your face, surprise etched all over his own. "This is a part of the act, y'know. Exploring the other persons body. Finding out what they like." He nods before leaning back in and pressing a kiss to your nipple. It sent pleasant sparks through your body, directly between your legs.

"Do you like that, Y/N?" He asks softly. A small exhale comes from your parted lips. "Yeah.. Yeah, it feels good" Upon your confirmation, he makes up his mind about what to do next. He takes the bud into his mouth and suckles gently. A sharp gasp comes from you at the feeling, your arms instantly going around his shoulders. His mouth was warm and wet. With each suck he gave, a pulse went through your body. A throb of pleasure that only added to the growing wetness between your legs. He pulls away after a few moments, he pulls away and looks up at you almost expectantly. "Was that alright..?" You blink. "Yeah, yes. Definitely. More than alright. That was- Yeah" Although your response mildly confused him, he took it as a good thing. "What next?" His voice is unbelievably soft as he speaks. Unriddled with vulnerability.

"I guess we should.." You exhale, your chest heaving as you did "take off the rest of our clothes" His eyes widen momentarily before he agrees. You slide yourself down his lap a bit to reach his waist. He leans back against the headboard of the bed, propping himself up on his elbows as he watches you unbuckle his belt. His member was painfully hard inside his trousers, creating a large bulge. He swallows thickly once you get his trousers undone. Part of him had doubted it'd actually go this far. Yet here you were. He lifts his hips, making it easier for you to pull his trousers and briefs down his legs. Another wave of heat washes over you at the sight of his bare body. The look on your face kind of scared Neville. "You're staring.." He points out awkwardly, snapping you out of your daze.

"I know I am" Without wasting anymore time, you quickly shed yourself of your bottoms. "Do you want to be on top or bottom?" The question instantly flustered him and he stammers a bit before giving a proper answer. "Which do you want?" You pause momentarily. Guy on top was traditional, first time wise anyway. "You on top" He nods meekly and then you very awkwardly switch places. He stared down at you with nervous eyes. You part your legs for him and he swallows thickly, his cheeks growing impossibly red. Hesitation was written into his body language. His tongue slips out to wet his lips as he contemplates what to do now. After a moment, he moves closer between your legs as he grabs ahold of his length with one hand.

"Is there somewhere I'm supposed to touch first..?" You nod. "Yeah, the top" He swallows again. Gently, he guides himself to press his tip to your aching clit. You gasp softly, which quickly turns into a low hum as he rubs himself in small circles against you. He let out a small whimper at the feeling. His tip was sensitive and you were so slick.. His body trembled lightly at the unfamiliar pleasure. A few circles later, he moved to press his tip to your throbbing entrance. "Here?" His voice trembled as he spoke. Upon your confirmation, he exhaled shakily. "Can I start..?" His eyes held a look of desperation, and his breathing was far from even. "Please" You voice comes out a whisper that only sent more shivers down Neville's spine. Slowly, he began to push into you. As he does, he lets out a needy whine with his face contorting in pleasure.

Once he's sheathed inside you he pauses, a weak whimper leaving him. He takes a few moments before slowly starting to move his hips. With each gentle thrust he gave, he let out a small whimper or moan. He was a bit tense at first, but seemed to relax easily. His movements became more comfortable, though he was far from rough. His eyes were dark if open at all. So completely unashamedly vocal. Still, not loud enough for to be heard outside the room. You too, let out a chain of your own sighs and noises. They only spurred him on further. After a few minutes his hips suddenly jerked uncontrollably, like he was trying to push deeper into you. His face contorted heavily in pleasure and a small cry left his lips.

It was a sound you definitely couldn't see getting old. Very gently, he pulled out with a weak whine. "Was I okay..?" He questioned through panting breaths. "Yeah.." You manage to respond a few seconds later. He felt like melting. Or as if he legs had suddenly become jelly. Despite it though, he managed to lean down and press a soft kiss to your lips.

"Thank you, Y/N."

Romantic Maybe?, Neville Longbottom x Fem. Reader

A date gone wrong

A/N: More fluff! This one is kind of shorter than my other works. Sorry guys 😔 @jasperpasta

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"The weather's been so nice lately" You sigh, slumping against the table you were seated at. Your boyfriend, Neville looked down at you in mild confusion. His brow furrowed slightly, "Is that a bad thing?" You huff at his question, her gaze flickering up to his face. "No, just gonna miss when it goes y'know? I feel like every time the sun comes out I never go feel it" He takes a moment to silently process your words. It had been nice out for the last couple or days. Sunny and warm. It was late Spring too, so the grass was green and comfortable to lay on. He remembered once you mentioned wanting to go on a picnic before. This was the perfect opportunity for him to take you on one!

It'd been a while since your guys' last date. Not to mention he could use this as a double to making one of your wants become a reality. He could try to make it romantic even. At best he felt like a total twat when it came to being romantic. He was awkward and fumbled over himself a lot. But, he did try. He tried hard for you. His attempts were nothing short of sweet. They made you feel special; valued. Which you were so deeply to him. And so, he made his decision: he was going to take you on a picnic. "Neville?" Your voice rang through his ears, drawing him from his thoughts. He hums in response, standing up as he did. Suddenly he just up and left the Great Hall. Which left you confused.

He'd never done that before. Up and leave without any explanation. Nonetheless, you chose not to question it for the time being. He would have a good explanation later. Meanwhile, Neville went off to go formulate his plan. First he'd need a blanket, obviously. Where he'd get one that wasn't off his bed, he didn't know. After a bit of thinking, he concluded he'd ask Hermione for help. So, he went and tracked his friend down. It didn't take very long seeing as she was in her usual spot: the library. Once he had explained what he was trying to do, she more than happily helped out. "Really Neville, this really is sweet of you. Does she know?" He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, "Uhm, no. I'm trying to surprise her. Be romantic, maybe?"

Hermione let out a laugh. "Oh Neville that is! I'm positive she'll positively swoon" After working out a few more things like a basket, food, where to even have the picnic. Though, over the course of the three days it took him to put it all together; you'd noticed a strange behavioral in him. He was more skiddish than usual, in a cute sort of way though. Nonetheless, it sparked some worry within you. Respecting his feelings, you ultimately decide to wait for him to come to you about it. Whatever it was. And he did! Just, not at all what you'd been expecting. "Okay, cover your eyes. Trust me, I promise I won't let you trip" You let out a nervous giggle but did as he asked anyways and covered your eyes with your hands.

His hands gently held your hips as he led your outside of the castle. "Is this what you've been so secretive about the last couple days?" He let out a sound somewhere between a nervous chuckle and a groan. "Maybe? You'll see in a moment" He knew he didn't sound very convincing. In fact he knew that he was being rather obvious. But, point was he was trying. After a bit of walking, he came to a stop and gave your hips a gentle squeeze. "Okay, you can look now" You lowered your hands from your eyes and instantly gasp at the sight in front of you. Though it definitely wasn't perfect, it was cute. And the effort put into shown greatly.

It wasn't perfect like he'd hoped it would turn out. The blanket Neville borrowed from Hermione was laid out, and on it sat enough food for two. The type of Prepackage foods and snack you could buy in Hogesmead. Fizzy pop, crisps, sandwichs and some berries. That kind of stuff. You let out a joyful scream and instantly hug him. "Neville you remembered!" He held you against him and let out a flustered noise when you kissed him. A big smile spread across his face, accompanied by a heavy blush. "I uhm, I tried. It's not-" You cut him off. "No no, it's perfect. I love it. Thank you" He decided against arguing with you and simply nodded in response.

The two of you sit down. "So," You start, but there's a loud crash that startles both of you. Then sudden and heavy downpour. He let out a sharp gasp and you shrieked. Quickly as the two of you could muster, you pick up everything and book it for the castle. By the time you get back inside, the both of you are laughing and soaked go the bone. "Bugger, I'm sorry Y/N" Neville sighed with a furrowed brow. "Whatever for?! That was fun!" Your happy reaction relieved him slightly, but he couldn't help the guilt that ate at him slightly. He bit the inside of his cheek, looking down at you with disappointment. At himself, not you. "I should have asked Professor Trelawney to look into the weather for me, or-"

You again silence him by cupping his face with both hands. "Nev, I promise you that it's okay. I loved the little moment you gave me. The thought was sweet and there. So thank you" A look of surprise fell over him. "You.. You're welcome, Y/N" He mumbled somewhat breathlessly. How you were so kind was beyond him. But, he learned to stop questioning it a long time ago. "And Nev?" He perks up a bit, his hand coming up to hold your wrist. "Yes?"

Without another word, you kiss him.

Unfunny, George Weasley x Fem. Reader

He does his best to cheer you up.

A/N: Based off a character ai bot I made, go check it out! The story is about period comfort, but it's only implied with the bot, so do with that what you will :) Also, sorry this one is kind of short 😔 https://share.character.ai/Wv9R/beiu733m

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He tried to be the best boyfriend he could be. And he succeeded for the most part. The day had started off normal. Boring, mostly. He and Fred hadn't planned any pranks for today, so things were mellow. All up until you didn't show up to charms class, that was. He noticed almost immediately, as the two of you sat together in that class. The minutes ticked by, and you wete still nowhere to be seen. He glanced around the classroom. Nothing.

Passing period ended, and you hadn't shown. Half concerned half curious, he hopped out of his seat and walked over to your firend. If he didn't know where you were, then maybe they would. Much to his dismay, they said you'd gone to see Madame Pomfrey halfway through last class. Just then, Professor Flitwick walked into the classroom. He cursed inwardly and jogged back over to his seat. That complicated leaving class to go see you. His eyes flicked around the room with thoughts running a million miles per hour. Thinking up different ways to get out of class quickly and unnoticed. Or to come up with an excuse to leave. Something full proofed.

He sneaks a glance into his bag. Nothing. He just goes for it and rifles through it until he found something: Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder! It was perfect. Stealing another glance around the classroom to make sure nobody was looking at him, he concluded now was the time to strike. He chucked the block at the floor to which it instantly combusted and the room went pitch black. Panic set into the classroom and Flitwick shouted "Weasley!" He snickered and booked it out of the classroom while he could.

Sure enough, he found you curled up in one of the beds when he got to the hospital wing. He frowned inwardly and made his way over to your bed. "Lovey what're you doing in here?" His voice was laced with worry as he spoke. Upon hearing his voice, you turn your head to look up at him. "Hi George" He sighs, dropping his bag on the floor. "Hi love" You scoot forward a bit, allowing him to slip into the bed with you. His arm slides around your torso, pulling you close and pressing your back to his front.

And then it came to him. A joke! Jokes always help lighten the mood. "Hey love?" You hum in response, to focused on the pain in your lower abdomen to verbalize a response. "How does a wizard organize a party?" His question puzzled you a bit. Nonetheless though, you gave a proper response this time. "I dunno.. Why?" He let out a snicker. "He spells them out!" You couldn't hold in the snort you gave at his horrible joke. Only he could think of something so unfunny. "Oh please George" He laughed a little. "What, it's funny?" You shook your head lightly. "I promise you it's not" His lips returned to your shoulder, and trailed soft kisses to the junction where your neck met it.

It's silent between the two of you for a while. Madame Pomfrey wasn't anywhere to be seen, off getting more potions no doubt. His hand slowly rubbed your stomach, the touch gentle and soothing. He'd hoped that you would tell him what was the matter, but after a long silence he could guess you weren't. So, he asked. "You gonna tell me what's the matter love?" His voice came out a low murmur, to which an audible sigh left you. Followed by instant regret of doing so as it made your cramps worse. He felt you flinch slightly and he instinctively held you a little closer. "Yeah, cramps, mostly.. Madame Pomfrey excused me from class to lay here until they go away because she need to restock on stuff to make me feel better"

That answer answer made him internally frustrated. There wasn't much he could do to help you feel better. Not literally anyways. He could keep cuddling you for comfort on an emotional level, which he would, but that was about it. He pressed his lips to your shoulder as he thought hard about how to make you feel better. As he thunk, the hand he had on your stomach slid down to your lower abdomen and rubbed there instead. He furrowed his brow heavily. His mind was blank or dearth of useful ideas.

"I promise you it was"