A Panville Breeding Kink AU With, you know, Magical Consequences Word Count:6064 Rating:Explicit
Pansy could do nothing but stare at Neville as he laughed. He laughed so hard, in fact, that he pulled away from her, and despite the warmth of her laugh, she suddenly felt cold.
Why was he laughing? Did he think this was a joke? She would never joke about something like this. This was… this was serious. This was a big deal. This was life changing.
Laughing. He was… laughing. She was terrified of losing him, heartbroken at the prospect, in fear that he might not want the same thing… and he thought it was a joke.
He only just managed to catch his breath, and Pansy was ready to eviscerate him. How dare he-
“Marry me,” he said, a grin clear across his face. And then, it dropped. “Shit, I mean-”
“What?” she asked, taking a step back in shock. She had expected him to be honorable and offer to do the right thing, but she hadn’t expected him to say it so fast. And… well, not with a smile on his face.
“I did not mean to say that,” he said, his face going grey. “I meant to say-”
“You can’t ask me to marry you just because I’m pregnant!” she gasped out, taking a step away from him. This was just as she feared, and yet, worse. Worse, because now he was already trying to get out of it, not even ten seconds after asking her.
A Panville Breeding Kink AU With, you know, Magical Consequences Word Count:8421 Rating:Explicit
“Hermionesaid this was a good list?” Neville asked again, as though she had not already said it fifteen times. And she had. Said it, that is. She had told him repeatedly.
“It’s the exact list that she and Draco are using,” Pansy agreed, not looking up from the bathroom sink, where she was washing her face.
She could practically sense Neville’s disbelief, but really…
Well, she doubted it was a joke, and upon looking at the list, reading it… She could see why Hermione was so proud of it. The list was very thorough.
And, apparently, it had more than spiced up Hermione and Draco’s love life.
Not that they were in need of spicing up, of course. If any couple was going to be caught in a linen closet or sneaking off to the loo, it would always be the pair of them. They seemed unable to keep their hands off of one another.
Pansy could only surmise that the reason for assembling the list was a mixture of curiosity and a desire for research. When it had first been mentioned, she had no interest in the matter-
After all, whatever Draco and Hermione were doing in the bedroom, that was no business of hers.
“Peppy, he’s been telling me he loves me all this time. The apple blossoms, the tulips, the Austrian roses…”
Midwinter Mysteries by @prinzessineilis // E // 19K // Draco/Neville // pureblood courting rituals !!!! secret admirers, gifts and mystery, Hogwarts professors?! ALL THE YES.
Except, it was an arrangement of camellias, three by three. Three white as a sign that the sender thought he was attractive. Three in pink to show longing. Three in red for ardour. It was a perfectly ordinary, perfectly organised, perfectly traditional courting gift. A declaration of intention in the language of flowers.
A Love Languageby@signifiquint // M // 8K // Wolfstar // ugh I get all sappy when these two get the life and love they deserved, and this fic hit the nail on the head. so sweet, their little family is so perfect.
“Phlox. Ahem.” He paused, a blush spreading over his cheeks, despite Remus being unable to see his face. “ Our souls are united.” Sirius grasped around for Remus’ hand, twisting the bands he found on his ring finger around and around.
More recs (including some art & podfics) below the cut!
Common Thingsby@ravenslightwrites // E // 7K // Paneville // too sweet. quiet, peaceful, falling together that takes time but is so worth it in the long run.
“They’re easy to grow,” he answered, considering the question. “They thrive when they’re in the right environment, and they’re quite lovely. They also signify a positive life change, and I like to think this cottage offers that for me.”
Say It With Flowersby@amysnotdeadyet // E // 7K // Percy/Neville // a big thank you to @danni-the-puff for this rec!! I adore this super rare pair, and this was such a great example! prickly percy quickly and quietly surrendered by sweetheart & secret admirer Neville, delivering his own bouquets. too good!!!
Neville shrugged, pointing to the vase where two tall hyacinth stems held dozens of blue and white blossoms. “Hyacinths are for sincerity,” he explained. “Maybe your admirer knew you wouldn’t believe him. Or her.”
True Love Bloomsby@nv-md// E // 7K // NottPott // this fic holds a permanent spot on my favorites list for so many reasons: tattooed Theo ✅ snippets of a life ✅ tender, hot, sweet, romantic ✅✅✅✅
Harry moved his hands slowly, reverently, over the resplendent garden meticulously tattooed across Theo’s back. He followed his hand with his lips; his mouth traced the brilliant petals that slowly bloomed under his touch, across the strong trunk of the oak tree with the thick green leaves that fluttered with his breath. Harry worshipped Theo, cherishing his soft skin with his tongue and wandering hands.
Russia | Fates Intertwinedby@drarrymadhatterstuff // E // 6K // everyone’s coupled up, leaving our boys a bit lonely. a nighttime visit too the hot springs to jumpstart things? ooooooh yes.
“Thistles, white Roses, and Violets? These symbolise sharing, trust, stability, and being worthy. Now this one,” she said, directing her attention to Malfoy’s, “white Heather, pink Camilla, and Wallflowers, representing good luck, wishes coming true, faithfulness, and longing for someone. You both have very similar sentiments, except for the red Carnations, of course in this one.” She tapped next to Malfoy’s garland with her forefinger and her expression softened. “I hope you find the remedy for your aching heart soon, my boy.”
“I’ve got something for you too,” Harry said with a nervous smile, pulling the flower-laden willow out from his pocket. “I hope you haven’t fallen out of love with floriography yet?”
A Study in Violet by @queeratleast // M // 5K // Hermione/Angelina (unrequited), Hermione/Luna // this fic so perfectly captures the all-consuming feeling of a teen crush and then transitions into what real love feels like, grounded and quiet but no less beautiful. gorgeous femslash!!
From afar, she’s perfect. And even though you know she must have flaws like everyone else, you never get close enough to see them. In your mind, she stays like that forever; ideal and out of reach, like a flower trapped in amber.
Perfect Mouthfulby@izzowrites // E // 4K // Paneville // probably my favorite f/m couple in this fandom, and this was a particular joy. sassy pansy & confident Neville dancing around each other, culminating in :: chef’s kiss:: smut? yes pls. also, based on artworkby@artofcrumbs which …
He didn’t belong in her world, though increasingly, he found himself wanting to make room for her in his. In the beginning, he diligently pulled at the errant thought like he did the weeds in his garden, but he could never seem to get to the root. So Neville tried to see if he could propagate it instead.
Rainbowby @leontina // T // 3K // Jegulus // these two make my heart so happy. there’s an overabundance of flowers as messages in this one, so well done. plus, Regulus appreciating James in a way that Lily clearly didn’t is very satisfying to my Jegulus-shipping heart.
“Me?” Regulus scoffed. “Goodness no! Roses are incredibly cliche, don’t you think? If I wanted to convey a message of love through flowers, I’d sent an althaea—a hibiscus—which means consuming love. Much more romantic and unique than-” Regulus sneered-“red roses.”
Ginny watches as early morning light filters through the growing hawthorn tree outside their bedroom window, casting dancing shadows across Pansy’s soft, bare skin.
Wildflowerby@wolfpants// E // 1310 // Draco/Charlie // eeeeep! wolf packs a punch into this concise fic, gorgeous in the love that these two are finding in each other. I want to let these words take root in my chest. love this pairing so much.
Draco had been lying beside him on his stomach with his eyes closed, his spine a perfect line curving down to the small of his back and the firm, rounded muscles of his buttocks, the crease where they met the top of his thighs mottled pink with fingerprints, handprints, hip-prints. A spray of wildflowers.
Front and center was a flower that had his fingers trembling. Four linear leaves curved upward, with two racemes of purple flowers. “Hyacinth,” Draco whispered. “Means ‘Forgive me; clean slate’.” The ribbon tied to the left, showed that the message applied to the sender and not the receiver—this meant that Potter wasn’t asking for forgiveness but was giving it. A clean slate.
