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Never Let Me Go - Prompt for anon -


Author Note: Here ya are dear, hope you enjoy it, I really do!

Finn’s P.O.V

Nervous, nervous, so incredibly nervous- I examine my hands and straighten my tie as I watch my expression in the mirror, I might just be the happiest and most anxious lad in all of England right now. Because…

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Anonymous asked: Can I please have a fic about the morning after Finn and Rae's first time?


Alright Anon, Here ya are, hope you like it :) : 

Author note: I guess I’m sort of looking at this as a small continuation of “First Time.” 

The sun seeped in through the curtains and as the dawn was breaking, we were still tangled up in each other.  I put my hands to my lips and feel the puffiness of them, from how passionately Finn had been kissing them. I smile and close my eyes breathing in the silence of the morning. It was real, not a dream or a fantasy, it was real and he said things to me that would stay with me forever. Even if we ever parted- my heart sinks at the thought- but I smile knowing that even if we ever parted there’d be a part of me with him forever and there’d be a part of his love in my heart forever. I turn to Finn whose breathing is still shallow as he sleeps. He looks peaceful as the sunlight illuminates his face. There’s a boyish quality to his features as he’s lost somewhere in a dream and it makes him look vulnerable. I softly brush my hand against his cheek; a smile spreads across his face and he places his hand on mine.

“Mornin’, beautiful” He smiles, his eyes still closed.

“Good morning.” I reply.

His eyes open and he beams at me. “Your sex hair is quite lovely.” He smirks, looking me once over admiring his handiwork.

“Oh shut up.” I push him back down and get up stealing all the sheets from him and wrapping myself up as I walk to the record player and start it up. He leans back putting his hands behind his head completely unfazed by the fact that he’s lying there naked. He watches me as I go through his record collection and look for just the right one to play. “What?” I can’t stifle my laughter when I see the pose he’s put on.

“Nothin’ just watching my gorgeous girlfriend do what she does best.”

“Pick out music? Yeah I know.” I comment with a cocky grin.

“No.” He says as he slides on his boxers. “Makes me fall in even more in love with her.”

“Aw.” I say teasing. “And you say you’re not good with words.” I turn to him and graze my lips against his, it sends us both into a fever and he walks me back to the bed laying me down and stripping off the sheet. 

“Don’t be mean, Rae.” He says in a flirtatious manner then Begging you by The stone Roses blasts from the record player and I lose myself in him again.

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First Time - Prompt for Anon -


Author note: Here you are dear, I hope you enjoy it!

“You know before you, nothing about me was like it is now.” He whispers to me in the darkness of his room.

“What do you mean?” I look to him and his profile is lit by the candle that is burning near his record player. He’s on about…

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The First TIme - A Rae/Finn Fanfiction


Their first time together was awkward as hell.  Not the way Chloe said it would be, not the way the romance novels she stole from her mother described it.  It wasn’t all candles and silk sheets, not all grace and seduction. Her boyfriend may be a sex god, but Rae was still Rae and she should have known that, despite her fantasies, it wouldn’t be the way she imagined. 

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Harry was the favorite kid and he wasn’t even an official part of the family

Because Molly knows exactly how the Dursleys treat him. There’s no way Ron wouldn’t tell her. And Molly Weasley is a Mother. She gets a capital M because she is goddamn phenomenal at what she does. When she hears Harry Potter is on the train to Hogwarts in Book 1, her reaction isn’t to be starstruck. It’s to say “that poor dear had to come here all on his own.” Molly Weasley loves harder than anyone. She loves like it’s her sole reason for being. And when she hears there’s a poor boy who has never known love his whole life… how could she not?

In Year One Molly Weasley knit Harry a Weasley family sweater and made him homemade chocolate so he would have something to open on Christmas DON’T TOUCH ME

could I also just add that kids from abusive households tend to assume that yelling is directed at them and/or it heralds something bad for them so she’s making extra sure that he knows that this is not his fault and she’s not actually mad at him.




*sobs in the distance*

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