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wildnightuniverse · 2 months

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Which Fleurmione fanfiction do yo consider iconic/legendary/must read? I'll start first: "Witnessed Here in Time and Blood", "Dusk of Summer" (every part) and "Aucune Defense Por Toi". (Is it a way for me to find more Fleurmione stories to read? Yes. Yes, it is.)

#fleurmione #fleur delacour #hermione granger #harry potter #hermione x fleur #hp fanfic #ao3 #ffn.net #hermione #fleur #i just want my fleur delacour #fleurmione renaissance

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elisedonut · 9 months

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Updated 4/13/24 If you can't access Ao3 for whatever reason you can also view the pdf's here

Percy Weasley/Marcus Flint

at least we're trying

I’m damned if I do give a damn what my family says

Raspberry Muffin

A Shell for a Mate

School Uniform

Teeth

Percy Weasley/Draco Malfoy

Melting Resolve

Anyone But You

Storytime Cuddles

Percy Weasley/Colin Creevey

Camera Cutie

is it creepy to stare?

Experimenting is Just Part of the Fun

Percy Weasley/Stan Shunpike

Hot Chocolate

Rest

Falling Snowflakes

Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood

Lemon Cake

Storytime Naps

Arborvitae

Percy Weasley/Others

Makeup Fleur Delacour/Percy Weasley

Courting Gift Ernie Macmillan/Percy Weasley

Colin's Cookbook Dennis Creevey/Percy Weasley

Percy Weasley and His Kids (Lucy, Molly II)

Are seashells for collections or pets?

Missing

Percy Weasley & Others (non ship fics)

Lemonade Luna Lovegood & Percy Weasley

Sleeping Princess Luna Lovegood & Percy Weasley

Essays & Crystals Lavender Brown & Percy Weasley

Dreams & Dread Lavender Brown & Percy Weasley

The Window on the Seventh Floor Helena Ravenclaw & Percy Weasley

Sickness Fleur Delacour & Percy Weasley

Shenanigans Fred, George & Percy Weasley

Raven Solo

Preening Colin Creevey & Percy Weasley

To Make a Child Solo

Other Characters

Deceased. Colin & Dennis Creevey

Rhododendrons and False Indigo Harry Potter/George Weasley

Bird Feeder Alicia Spinnet

Gift Molly Weasley & Pandora Lovegood and Molly & Charlie Weasley

Podfics

(PodFic) Treat You Better by hchollym (Marcus Flint/Percy Weasley)

[Podfic] "a symphony, undone" by volunteer_of_hufflepuff (Gen)

[Podfic] "Better Late Than Never" by hchollym (Marcus Flint/Percy Weasley)

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thejakeformerlyknownasprince · 10 months

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Writing Advice #?: Don’t write out accents.

The Surface-Level Problem: It’s distracting at best, illegible at worst.

The following passage from Sons and Lovers has never made a whit of sense to me:

“I ham, Walter, my lad,’ ’e says; ‘ta’e which on ’em ter’s a mind.’ An’ so I took one, an’ thanked ’im. I didn’t like ter shake it afore ’is eyes, but ’e says, ‘Tha’d better ma’e sure it’s a good un. An’ so, yer see, I knowed it was.’”

There’s almost certainly a point to that dialogue — plot, character, theme — but I could not figure out what the words were meant to be, and gave up on the book. At a lesser extreme, most of Quincey’s lines from Dracula (“I know I ain’t good enough to regulate the fixin’s of your little shoes”) cause American readers to sputter into laughter, which isn’t ideal for a character who is supposed to be sweet and tragic. Accents-written-out draw attention to mechanical qualities of the text.

Solution #1: Use indicators outside of the quote marks to describe how a character talks. An Atlanta accent can be “drawling” and a London one “clipped”; a Princeton one can sound “stiff” and a Newark one “relaxed.” Do they exaggerate their vowels more (North America) or their consonants more (U.K., north Africa)? Do they sound happy, melodious, frustrated?

The Deeper Problem: It’s ignorant at best, and classist/racist/xenophobic at worst.

You pretty much never see authors writing out their own accents — to the person who has the accent, the words just sound like words. It’s only when the accent is somehow “other” to the author that it gets written out.

And the accents that we consider “other” and “wrong” (even if no one ever uses those words, the decision to deliberately misspell words still conveys it) are pretty much never the ones from wealthy and educated parts of the country. Instead, the accents with misspelled words and awkward inflection are those from other countries, from other social classes, from other ethnicities. If your Maine characters speak normally and your Florida characters have grammatical errors, then you have conveyed what you consider to be correct and normal speech. We know what J.K. Rowling thinks of French-accented English, because it’s dripping off of Fleur Delacour’s every line.

At the bizarre extreme, we see inappropriate application of North U.K. and South U.S.-isms to every uneducated and/or poor character ever to appear in fan fic. When wanting to get across that Steve Rogers is a simple Brooklyn boy, MCU fans have him slip into “mustn’t” and “we is.” When conveying that Robin 2.0 is raised poor in Newark, he uses “ain’t” and “y’all” and “din.” Never mind that Iron Man is from Manhattan, or that Robin 3.0 is raised wealthy in Newark; neither of them ever gets a written-out accent.

Solution #2: A little word choice can go a long way, and a little research can go even further. Listen carefully to the way people talk — on the bus, in a café, on unscripted YouTube — and write down their exact word choice. “We good” literally means the same thing as “no thank you,” but one’s a lot more formal than the other. “Ain’t” is a perfectly good synonym for “am not,” but not everyone will use it.

The Obscure Problem: It’s not even how people talk.

Look at how auto-transcription software messes up speaking styles, and it’s obvious that no one pronounces every spoken sound in every word that comes out of their mouth. Consider how Americans say “you all right?”; 99% of us actually say something like “yait?”, using tone and head tilt to convey meaning. Politicians speak very formally; friends at bars speak very informally.

An example: I’m from Baltimore, Maryland. Unless I’m speaking to an American from Texas, in which case I’m from “Baltmore, Marlind.” Unless I’m speaking to an American from Pennsylvania, in which case I’m from “Balmore, Marlin.” If I’m speaking to a fellow Marylander, I’m of course from “Bamor.” (If I’m speaking to a non-American, I’m of course from “Washington D.C.”) Trying to capture every phoneme of change from moment to moment and setting to setting would be ridiculous; better just to say I inflect more when talking to people from outside my region.

When you write out an accent, you insert yourself, the writer, as an implied listener. You inflict your value judgments and your linguistic ear on the reader, and you take away from the story.

Solution #3: When in doubt, just write the dialogue how you would talk.

#writing #writing advice #accents #fan fiction #classism #language #u.s.-centric af because I've only lived so many places

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ethansluvbot · 10 months

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WELCOME

hello! my names maylee and i go by she/her :)

WHAT I WRITE:

i write fluff, angst and smut. feel free to request whatever you want. although i may be uncomfortable with certain topics. i will just archive them to make you still feel comfortable without feeling shamed :)

this is my general character list. i write for several characters listed below. this list isn’t all of the characters i will write for. i usually don’t accept request with characters i don’t write for, but occasionally i forget to add some. feel free to request either way!

HARRY POTTER:

ron weasley, george weasley, fred weasley, ginny weasley, harry potter, hermione granger, cedric diggory, luna lovegood, sirius black, remus lupin, neville longbottom, james potter, lily potter, and fleur delacour

CRIMINAL MINDS

aaron hotchner, spence reid, derek morgan, elle greenaway, emily prentiss, jennifer jareau, matt simmons, and luke alves

NHL + NFL

trevor zegras, jack hughes, luke hughes, quinn hughes, nico hischier, jamie drysdale, vince dunn, joe burrow, matthew knies, ethan edwards, mitch marner, rutger mcgroarty, luca fantilli, and mark estapa

SCREAM

sidney prescott, stu macher, gale weathers, samantha carpenter, tara carpenter, jill roberts, tatum riley, roman bridger, mikey aliteri, amber freeman, chad meeks martin, quinn bailey, we hicks, anika kayoko, and ethan landry

OUTER BANKS

rafe cameron, sarah cameron, topper thornton, jj, john b, and kiara

THE HUNGER GAMES

finnick odair, peeta mellark, katniss everdeen, cato, lucy gray,and young snow

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lipzlipzlipz · 3 months

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Coping

After the second task, Fleur wanted someone to blame, knowing full well who really deserved her ire.

765 words, rated G

Takes place in the same world as my fic Tender Is The Night which you can read here on ao3. I’m not totally sure but I don’t think I’ll be adding this ficlet to ao3 so it’ll just live here for now.

For the Ladies of HP Fest Monthly Mini: 1 Feb 2024 - Fleur Delacour @ladiesofhpfest

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“This is outrageous and an affront. I demand to file a formal complaint against whoever is responsible,” said Fleur upon bursting through the door of Olympe Maxime’s office in the Beauxbatons carriage. It had taken time to make sure Gabrielle was cleaned, fed, and napping in her room, but once she was convinced of her sister’s warmth and safety she’d marched straight towards the office.

From her chair behind her desk, Maxime watched for a few moments as Fleur furiously paced back and forth, then said, “Calm yourself, Fleur. You should’ve known the song wasn’t meant to be taken literally once you realized what was stolen from the champions were actually people. You should’ve known Gabrielle wasn’t in any danger.”

“How? How could I have known that?” Fleur asked, coming to a stop and glaring at the older woman. “People have died in this tournament. No matter what protections they used today, the risks for the hostages – for any of us – have never been zero.”

Was she the only one who knew this? How could anyone think this was acceptable?

“Gabrielle is not old enough to have consented,” argued Fleur. “It’s also clear my parents were not told the full extent of her requested involvement because they certainly would not have given their permission either. And why her, for that matter? The other champions had friends, a couple of Yule Ball companions – Gabrielle is my blood! The only one brought in from outside the school.”

It wasn’t fair. Granted, the other champions had undoubtedly been unnerved at the thought of their friends under threat, each of them having to cope with that turmoil as they braved the task. But what was taken from her had been her family. If her dalliance with Hermione Granger were known and she’d been selected instead, Fleur was certain she would’ve been less rattled by it. While the girl’s participation as Krum’s hostage still filled the young Veela with an odd mix of fear, concern, and jealousy, Hermione was fifteen and a capable witch, and Fleur would’ve been on more equal footing with the other champions in her search for her.

Now that she thought about it, another thing the hostages had in common was that neither of them was of age. It was absolutely barbaric that the age limit put on champions had not been a limit for their hostages as well. And Gabrielle wasn’t even in school yet. Her little sister… immobilized and tied down under that horrible lake. The thought sent a frightening chill down her spine.

“Whose idea was it to choose her? Was it yours?”

“Of course not,” replied Maxime in a placating tone. “The organizers and headmasters consulted together. I suggested your friends Odette and Paolo, even the boy you took to the Yule Ball since it was apparent that’s where they were leaning for Krum and Diggory. It was Mr. Crouch who’d sent a message through his subordinate to suggest your sister… hm… in hindsight, the note was curiously adamant about it.”

Her eyes narrowed. Fleur didn’t like Crouch. It hadn’t bothered her that he’d skipped the Yule Ball and the second task. But now she wanted him here so she could give him a piece of her mind.

“But regardless of Mr. Crouch’s motives,” continued Maxime pointedly, “you as a fully-grown witch and champion of Beauxbatons were expected to maintain your composure no matter who was chosen. You faced the same obstacles in the lake as the others.”

Fleur frowned and clenched her fists. Unsaid, yet loud and clear, were the criticisms at her performance against the grindylows, creatures a fourteen-year-old boy had bested, and she felt those criticisms as if they were lashings across her back.

Not wanting to let Maxime see how she’d been cut, she stormed out of the office. Only when she reached her bedroom did her face fall and her shoulders sag. Fleur opened the door and silently entered her room, collapsing onto a chair facing her still-sleeping sister.

The innocent girl who idolized her would never cast blame. Neither would Hermione. And later, Fleur would seek out the brunette and take comfort in her arms, but right now she wanted to wallow in the painful truth of her shortcomings.

The issues of fairness in the tournament didn’t matter. What mattered was her.

Her wits and skills. Her ability to overcome her emotions and accomplish her task.

Which she hadn’t.

In the end, when challenged with the belief that someone she loved was in danger… Fleur Delacour had failed.

And she would never forgive herself for it.

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Note: I didn’t originally plan to contribute to this fest but then yesterday I had an idea of how this conversation between Fleur and Maxime could’ve gone, taking inspiration from Tender and how I kept her canon tournament performance, and I typed this up.

Thanks for reading!

#pretend Fleur and Maxime are conversing in French #fleurmione #but more like background fleurmione #fleur delacour #ladies of hp fest monthly minis #tender is the night

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drabsyo · 6 months

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Hi! Forgive me if I am bothering you, but I had an ask and I wanted to send it in before I forget about it. My Ask is this: How would Fleur react upon meeting the Louve of Gryffindor (Hermione's Unofficial Nickname around Hogwarts) transformed in the forest for the first time? Was she slightly scared or did she know who and what Hermione was to her? What was Hermione's reaction?

Have a pleasant day/night! 🐺

I feel like in this AU, Fleur would have already had her suspicions. Apart from the amount of scars she's seen on Hermione, Fleur probably can sense that there's something different about Hermione's magic. I don't know exactly how Hermione would have gotten the werewolf's curse, I'm not that well versed in that part of HP lore, but Fleur's more naturally in tune with magic and so I imagine she has better instinct when it comes to figuring out another witch's or wizard's magical aura. She would have been a bit surprised that Hermione, of all people, is a werewolf, but not afraid. Fleur is part Veela in the AU (she can transform into one), and I think that puts her in equal footing if she does happen to stumble into the wolf in the forest for the first time. She'd also know A LOT about werewolves, since she's basically a bookworm herself. At least, in this AU.

As for Hermione's reaction, I think she'd be freaking out. She's a planner, and so if something unexpected like this were to happen, she'd definitely be caught off guard. I like to think that she would have kept the werewolf as a well-guarded secret, for fear of... well, a number of things. Or maybe it's an open secret. The last thing she wants is to hurt anyone, let alone her soulmate but what surprised her is how calm the wolf had been (for a werewolf raging in the full moon), the moment it saw Fleur.

Hermione probably didn't expect to wake up back in her dorm room, safe and sound, with Fleur Delacour worriedly gnawing at her nails down at the Gryffindor common room, waiting for her to wake up. They both know that they're soulmates, Fleur knows Hermione's secret, and Hermione can piece things together of what happened that night: Fleur waited out the full moon, and snuck Hermione back into the Gryffindor dorm rooms. It's a first for Hermione, since she usually just sneaks back herself after missing a few morning classes if the full moon happened on a school night (yikes). So, that morning, they just kind of stand there, in the Gryffindor common room, Hermione's just woken up, and Fleur's worried, and everyone else is going about their own business, with no idea of what's going on. It's like they're on a world of their own, and they need to figure out how to make things work.

#fleurmione #fleur delacour #hermione granger #thanks for this ask :))#have a good day too!!

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moonlightdancer26 · 9 months

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What know what other character I love who gets paid dust? Fleur frickin Delacour. My girl was a Triwizard champion and a war hero. She was an extremely talented witch and a very smart (BILINGUAL!!!) person, not to mention badass and tough as nails, and yet other characters treat her like some kind of floozy. Ginny and Molly are allowed to antagonize and make fun of her with zero consequences, and the text validates it. What is it about Fleur that makes her so awful in their eyes? That she’s French? That she’s quarter Veela? That she’s pretty? That Bill is marrying her and not some demure English girl his parents picked out for him? Like the twins do with Percy, they constantly antagonize her and then act like SHE’S the terrible one when she defends herself. My girl put up with being objectified her entire life. Pay her some respect.

I CAN’T EVEN EXPLAIN HOW MUCH I LOVE FLEUR

She literally deserves the world. She wasn’t even from Britain, yet she permanently moved there for Bill and was still getting accustomed to learning English. She also quite literally had NOTHING to do with the war besides Bill. She could’ve fled, but willingly stays and risked her life for the man she loved. She may have been “aRrOgAnT” (are people not allowed to complain about things they aren’t used to??) but she was also brave, loving, kind, strong, loyal, and protective. Molly was a grown ass woman and should’ve given Fleur more recognition for moving countries and making an effort to form a good relationship with Bill’s family. She should have also scolded Mione and Ginny whenever they’d mock her. She also tried to pair Bill up with Dora despite the fact that both of them were in love with someone else. And shouldn’t she have made an effort to be nice to Fleur? Bill clearly loved her, did Molly not trust her own son’s judgement?

If Fleur had not been a traditionally feminine French woman, I’m sure as hell they wouldn’t have antagonised her.

And, like you said, she was literally objectified by everyone all her life. That dinner scene in the Yule Ball where Roger Davis literally wasn’t listening to a word she said, like holy shit imagine that kind of shit happening to you everyday. And the phrase “Just look at her! She was asking for it!” must’ve been used on her a billion times, it’s literally so gross I feel so bad for my girl. She deserves all the respect

Also I was writing my tags and my sister asked me why I was so invested 💀 I’m out rn but I still wanted to answer this

#fleur delacour #i once dealt with this HOE who tried to call fleur a snobby bitch #they followed my blog for months and were literally so rude for no reason #i called them out on it and then they were suddenly like ‘‘oh no i think fleur was awesome for bill uwu’’#fuckin flip-flopper #they’re also a t*rf 🤢#i have so much beef with that person i can’t even #also i was actually already planning a fleur post lol (i think i’ll still go through with it)#anti molly weasley #harry potter #hp #fleur literally deserves the world #ask #asks

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panandinpain0 · 9 months

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can I make a rEquEST I’m new to this so sorry if it sounds weird 😭😭 can I req a cedric (yes I’m basic) x male hufflepuff where the readers the year below him- at the triwiz tourney and ball it’s revealed he’s the cousin of krum or delacour? Specific I know 😭

Cousins?

Dw hon, I'm basic too <3

I'm going with Delacour, idk why I just feel more inclined to do her- so you're Fleur Delacour's little brother!

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Requested by: Anon

Cedric Diggory x Male!Hufflepuff!Delacour!Reader

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(Y/N) and Cedric had been friends since (Y/N)'s first year. They'd met at his welcoming feast and became fast friends, even though they couldn't really go to class together (seeing as the classes were separated by year) but whenever they weren't attending class you'd see them together.

Now it was the Triwizard Tournament, and Cedric had been chosen.

"You what?" (Y/N) muttered through the toast in his mouth.

"Don't talk with your mouth full- and I was chosen as a champion for the Triwizard Tournament," Cedric shot back playfully.

It was the day after his (and Harry's) name had been drawn, but (Y/N) was recovering from a week-long cold in the hospital wing. (Y/N) had really wanted to go but Madame Pomfrey insisted he stayed until he was better.

"Okay mom-" (Y/N) mocked after he'd swallowed his toast, turning his full attention to Cedric. "So you're actually going to compete?"

"Well-" Cedric shrugged halfheartedly- "Yeah. Do I really have a choice?"

"I'd like to think so," (Y/N) argued back, not backing down.

"It's not like I can just ask them to pull another name out of the goblet-"

"That's exactly what you can do!"

"Why are you fighting so hard for this? Aren't you happy for me?" Cedric asked, the fire fading from his voice near the end of his sentence.

(Y/N) sighed and shook his head, looking around the hall for a second.

"It's not that I'm not happy for you Cedric, I'm just... worried. You could die, Cedric. This tournament was banned for years for a reason. I have no idea why those idiots decided to bring it back." (Y/N) scoffed and started eating again, not that he was very hungry anymore.

"Hey, 'those idiots' includes our Headmaster."

"I meant what I said. The man who's supposed to be protecting us and have our best interests at heart is sending you- and other students- into a dragons den!" (Y/N) replied heatedly. "To hell with him."

Cedric didn't know what to say to that, he had a point.

"I'm sorry you don't like it, but I'm doing it, (Y/N)," Cedric warned him with a determined look on his face.

"I know, that's what I'm so afraid of. You're my best friend, Cedric. If you die, I don't-"

"Well, I'm not going to be dying so you don't have to worry about it." Cedric so badly wanted to reach across the table and take (Y/N)'s hand- but he didn't.

"You can't promise that." (Y/N) shook his head, not looking at Cedric.

They left it at that, changing the subject and getting on with their lives. Until the first task started to approach.

"I was just joking when I said they were sending you into a dragons den, I didn't think there'd be actual dragons!" (Y/N)'s strained voice whispered across the table to Cedric at the library.

"I didn't either, but Harry told me so now I'm ahead of the other champions."

(Y/N) worried his bottom lip, "I hope Fleur and Viktor find out soon..."

"I'm sure they'll be fine, if Harry knows everybody else probably knows too. Anyways, I've been studying up on some things I can use to get past the dragon, and I figured my best shot would be transfiguration. What do you think?"

"Well, you know how shit I am at transfiguration so I don't know, but I can't think of anything else. I just hope it works."

"It will." He sounded like he was reassuring himself more than anything.

...

"Alright, I've got to go-" Cedric motioned to the champions tent outside the stadium. "Make sure you have a good view," he joked, sending (Y/N) a wink.

"Wait, Cedric!" (Y/N) caught him by his wrist and pulled him in for a hug, arms around his waist as he tried to stop himself from tucking his face into Cedric's neck.

"Please be careful. Don't die."

Cedric, though surprised at first, wrapped his arms around (Y/N)'s shoulders, holding him tight. Pressing his face into (Y/N) hair he let his fear take over for a moment before he responded.

"I'll be careful, don't worry. And when it's done we'll go flying on our brooms together."

Eventually they parted, and Cedric gave what he hoped was a confident smile to his best friend, who nodded and weakly smiled back.

...

"You idiot!" Was the first thing Cedric heard after the tent flap opened.

Chuckling as Madame Pomfrey spread the salve over his burns, Cedric held out his hand to (Y/N).

"Hello to you too."

Pulling up a chair (Y/N) took hold of Cedric's hand and sat next to his cot.

"You're an idiot. I told you to be careful!"

"I know what you're saying is coming from a place of love so I won't take it seriously," Cedric joked again, squeezing (Y/N)'s hand in reassurance.

(Y/N) held Cedric's hand in both of his, pressing a kiss to his knuckles subconsciously. Heat flooded Cedric's face, and not from his burns.

"You're such an idiot," (Y/N) mumbled, still not noticing what he had done and the effect it had had on his best friend. "You could have died."

"But I didn't," Cedric managed to whisper out.

(Y/N) merely glared at him, not letting go of his hand. Madame Pomfrey finished wrapping his wounds and went to check on the other champions, leaving the boys alone.

"Hey," Cedric nudged (Y/N)'s chin with his captured hand, smiling at him. "I'm okay. I'm not dead, I'm right here."

Brows creased and tears pooling in his eyes, (Y/N) took in a deep breath and nodded, blinking them away before moving closer to Cedric's bedside. His elbows were on the side of the cot and still held Cedric's hand, staring into his eyes.

"You didn't die."

"I did not."

"Okay." (Y/N) took in another breath and closed his eyes, putting his forehead on their joined hands. "Are you in pain?"

"Some, but Pomfrey gave me some stuff for it."

"Good. Want me to beat up the dragon for you?"

Cedric guffawed and (Y/N) joined him, the two falling into laughter.

...

Staring at the egg on the table in the Hufflepuff common room, (Y/N) shook his head in dismay.

"It's only been a week, we still have time to figure it out, (Y/N)," Cedric startled him out of his thoughts.

"I know, but the sooner we know the better, that way we can find a way of beating the next task," (Y/N) shot back, turning the egg a bit on the table.

Cedric just let out an amused sigh, plopping down on the couch next to him.

"So, have you heard about this ball thing?" (Y/N) asked casually, wanting to gossip like they usually did.

Sitting up from his slouched position, Cedric gulped down his nerves and nodded.

"Uh, yes! Yeah, the Yule Ball, right?"

"Apparently we're supposed to be taking a dancing class for it," (Y/N) made a face as he wrote something down on his parchment, looking back up at the egg.

"About the ball, I was wondering..." Cedric trailed off uncertainly, looking at (Y/N)'s distracted state.

"Wondering?" (Y/N) put down his quill and looked to Cedric.

"Wondering if you'd like to go with me to the ball?"

(Y/N) blinked in shock and then his eyebrows slanted down.

"Like... as friends, or...?" (Y/N) trailed off, licking his lips as he suddenly found himself panicked.

"Um, no. Not- well, unless you'd like it to be as friends because that's completely f-"

"Yes. Yes, I'd like to go to the Yule Ball with you as not friends." (Y/N) smiled at him, his hands finding the loose thread in the common room couch very fascinating.

"Good, that's- that's good!" Cedric leaned forward and kept nodding.

They sat for a moment in awkward silence, sharing nervous looks every once in a while.

"Who do you think Harry will ask?" (Y/N) suddenly wondered aloud, picturing the awkward, bumbling boy in his year trying to ask someone out- curious as to who all of the champions will ask.

"You don't think he'll as Hermione, will you?" Cedric responded, giving in to the gossip.

"Oh, no- Ron's in love with her. Harry would never," (Y/N) stated like it was common sense.

"Wait Ron's in love with Hermione?"

And that's how the rest of the night went, the egg eventually being ignored.

...

"Do we really have to walk out in front of everybody? That seems a bit dramatic..."

"We're not just walking out, dearest, we're dancing in front of them too," Cedric teased, moving his eyebrows up and down to try and lighten the mood.

"That's not better, Diggory." (Y/N) frowned at him.

"I know, I'm sorry. I won't be that bad, just focus on me and you'll be fine," he reassured his best fr- boyfriend? They'd gone on a couple of dates since he'd asked him out to the ball, and it'd been like a dream come true.

They were lined up outside the doors of the Great Hall with Harry and Parvati standing behind them.

"Alright champions and companions, time to dance," Professor McGonagall opened the doors and out they went.

"Oh my god I can't believe I'm actually doing this," (Y/N) whispered to Cedric as they made it to the middle of the room, everybody's eyes on them. Well, the champions, which included them.

"Just look at me. None of them matter, not right now, just look at me." Cedric looked into (Y/N)'s eyes and they joined hands, dancing as the music started.

...

"I'll be honest, Ced, I did not expect to have this much fun tonight," (Y/N) revealed, taking a sip of the butterbeer that Cedric had gotten him.

"You didn't expect to have fun at a ball with your boyfriend?" Cedric asked incrediously.

"Boyfriend?" (Y/N) looked caught off guard, staring at Cedric with wide eyes.

Cedric stammered, "I- well, you- and we- I just thought..." he trailed off at the sight of (Y/N)'s blushing face.

"Boyfriend, hmm?" a new voice interrupted their conversation.

Head's whipping to see who the new person was, the boys felt almost relieved to have someone interuppt.

"Fleur, hey!" (Y/N) tried to act natural as Fleur pulled him into a hug.

"It is nice to finally get to talk to you again cousin! It feels as though I have hardly seen you while I've been here!"

"Cousin?" Cedric cut in, glancing between Fleur and (Y/N).

"Well, it is a big castle!" (Y/N) chuckled nervously, having forgotten he never told Cedric.

"Yes, (Y/N) here is my cousin. He grew up with me in France! Did he not tell you?" Fleur glanced between the two Hufflepuffs, sensing she'd said something she shouldn't have.

"I hadn't gotten the chance, it never came up." (Y/N) shrugged and smiled apologetically at Cedric.

"By the way, Mama says you need to write her back. 'Aunts deserve attention to, you know' were her exact words. Anyways, I will leave you with your boyfriend. Au revoir!" Fleur twirled away, making her way towards Roger Davies, the Ravenclaw she had asked to the ball.

"So, you're a Delacour, huh?" Cedric tried to joke.

"Not technically, if it helps? My mom is Fleur's mom's sister. She married my dad who's from Ireland, and they live there now, but we visited France a lot growing up," (Y/N) rambled, trying to tell him all now to make up for not telling him before.

Cedric nodded and looked down at his drink.

"Listen, it never real came up and I just kept forgetting, please don't take it too hard."

"It's not that." Cedric shook his head.

"Oh... well, we hadn't really talked about it yet, so I was just surprised."

"You aren't mad that I called you my boyfriend?"

"I would've preferred we'd talked about it before but I'm open to that conversation," (Y/N) chuckled out his response.

Cedric looked relieved.

"Care to dance?" he set down his cup and held out his hand to (Y/N), who took it.

"Gladly," he laughed back.

And they were happy, even if just for that night. In truth they were happy until the third task...

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Hope you liked it Anon! Idk if you wanted that much background but I didn't feel good about just jumping into the Yule Ball scene.

Lots of love to ya!

-Author Max <3

#cedric x reader #cedric x male!reader #cedric diggory x male!reader #harry potter x reader #x male!reader #x he/him reader #x reader #harry potter x male!reader #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction

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saintsenara · 1 month

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opinions on bill/fleur/draco, remus/molly, and a little gross, but in my opinion, a god-tier, superior ship- luna/garrick ollivander

i am absolutely shrieking at these, pal - not least because it's absolutely beautiful [i think...?] to find another person suffering from the lollivander delirium.

[or it's a sign that hell will never be in want of sinners to fill it...]

fleur delacour/draco malfoy/bill weasley

bill and fleur are demonstrably a hot pairing, and i am sincerely invested in the combined power of them overawing draco, who is canonically weak-willed and annoying and would, i think, rather enjoy being told that in a safe and consensual environment.

fleur's brandishing a riding crop and telling him to stop pretending to be the sexiest blonde in the country when he isn't even the sexiest one in the house. bill's demanding a lifetime of service [wink wink] in exchange for the whole "letting greyback into hogwarts" thing.

they're very happy.

remus lupin/molly weasley

i'm actually very taken with this one, on the basis of @whinlatter's excellent meta on lupin and molly's canonical relationship. as she notes, molly is the person who is there most for lupin in the period from the end of goblet of fire onwards - and lupin is someone whose life has been so unstable and so devoid of [above all] domestic comfort that molly's provision of exactly that is something which clearly means a tremendous amount to him.

i am on the record - as any good tomarry girly must be - that the series really overlooks the value of love-as-comfort in its prioritising of love-as-sacrifice, and that the transformational power of being warm and well-fed and appreciated is something which deserves more respect as a concept in fics.

molly being able to offer this to lupin really has the potential to be something quite beautiful - not, perhaps something epic and exciting, but something which is love nonetheless.

and, of course, if you're less inclined to sincerity/prefer your beauty laced through with mischief, you can just make it a sort of mammy-kink thing. slay.

luna lovegood/garrick ollivander

the three of us who back this ship are eating good!

my justification for it - as i've said here - is that i think luna's whole... vibe works best in ships which pair her with a condescending older man, in a trope used with great effect throughout the western literary tradition.

my belief is that luna and her eventual canon husband have a friedrich bhaer/jo march meets bella baxter/duncan wedderburn flavour, but i also think you can take it sadder and more messed up in a sort of maxim-and-the-second-mrs-dewinter or effi briest/baron innstetten way - and have her patronised to by and in thrall of an older man who has taken advantage of her transparent naiveté...

ollivander is a really interesting character because - as harry notes in philosopher's stone - of his slightly voldemort-ish attitude towards magic: that is, the idea that the character of magic [i.e. whether it is dark or not] is of secondary important to the power of the person performing the magic. i can definitely see him using luna's more spacey beliefs as a springboard for him to convince her of this worldview...

#asks answered #asenora's opinions on ships #unhinged and deranged ships

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itsss4t4n · 5 months

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Who I write for /Rules

Masterlist

I'm new-ish to writing (i used to write fanfiction when i was like 13. i'm 18 now soo..) but I really wanna do it again.

So this is a list of characters/fandoms I write for as well as some rules for asks. Some things may be missing from this list so if you dont see something on this list, feel free to ask. :))

I will add a prompt list to this blog soon but again feel free to request other scenarious. Do add as much detail as you want to a request and please ALWAYS have at least some sort of prompt, as i'm really not good with coming up with storys on my own yet.

I WILL NOT DO SMUT SO DONT REQUEST IT! I might however do spicy stuff (Nothing more than making out tho).

My writing will be for all ages but please still be careful if the fic-warnings include sensitive topics and i might repost some 18+ things so be careful when navigating my blog.

Please be nice and have manners when requesting.

If you have any questions at all if i write for something, or if a topic you want me to write about is okay or not, please reach out through my asks or my inbox.

Also please include what gender/pronouns you want the reader to have (i write for all genders):)))

I write both romantic and platonic for all my characters. Although Teen!readers will always be platonic if the character is an adult.

I also write poly relationships. AUs are also totally on the table (big Fan of celebrity AUs).

Some things I will not write include: Pregnancy, toxic/yandere, student x teacher.

(Also english isnt my first language, and even know in my opinion i speak it really well, if they are any mistakes, thats why.)

Harry Potter

-Fred Weasley

-george Weasley

-lee jordan

-Charly weasley

-Bill weasley

-cedric diggory

-Fleur delacour

-olliver wood

-sirius black

-remus lupin

Marauders

-James potter

-sirius black

-remus lupin

-regulus black

-Evan rosier

-Barty crouch jr

-pandora lestrange

-lilly evans

-marlene mckinnon

Hogwarts Legacy

-Sebastian Sallow

-Ominus Gaunt

-Gareth Weasley

-Poppy Sweetings

-Imelda Reyes

Twilight

-Jasper Hale

-Emmet Cullen

-carlisle cullen

-esme cullen

-rosalie hale

-alice cullen

-sam uley

-Paul lahote

-charlie swan

-Leah clearwater

pjo

-Percy jackson

-Anabeth chase

-luke castellan

-clarrisse larue

-selena beauregard

-charles beckendorf

-ethan nakamura

-nico di anglo (no romantic fem readers)

-rachel elizabeth dare

-will solace (no romantic fem reader)

-travis stoll

-connor stoll

-hazel levesque (no romantic)

-jason grace

-leo valdez

-piper mclean

Magnus chase

-Magnus chase

-samirah al abbas ( no romantic)

-alex fierro

-blitzen

-hearthstone

-malory keen

-tj (thomas jefferson jr)

Kane chronicles (havent read it in a while so might be ooc)

-Carter kane

-sadie kane

-anubis

-walt stone

MCU (Avengers)

-bucky Barnes

-steve rogers

-tony stark

-sam wilson

-natasha romanoff

-yelena belova

-Peter Parker (tom holland and andrew garfield)

-MJ

-Wanda maximof

-Piedro maximof

-Clint barton

-scott lang

-stephen strange

-kate bishop

MCU ( Guardians of the galaxy)

-peter quill

-gamora

Moonknight

-steven grant

-mark spector

-layla el-faouly

Daredevil (Season 1)

-matt murdock

-Foggy nelson

-Karen page

-James wesley

X-men universe

-Deadpool

-Weasly

-francis

-Xavier

-negasonic

-mystic

-Angel

-kurt

Venom

-Eddie Brock

-Harley Quinn

-Jason Todd

-Dick Grayson

Disney Descendants

-Mal

-Evie

-Carlos devil

-Jay

-Benjamin beast

-Chad charming

-Audrey rose

-jane

-lonnie

-Uma

-Harry hook

-Gil

Kingsmen

-Eggsy

Tiny Pretty things (Netflix)

-Bette Whitlaw

-oren lennox

-shane madej (no romantic fem readers)

-June park

Jennifers Body

-Jennifer Check

-Colin gray

Ever after high

-all characters

Redacted Audios (no x reader, just ships)

-literally all characters

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wildnightuniverse · 1 year

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I need help finding a Fleurmione fic I've been wanting to reread. In this story Hermione is in the 7th year and Fleur comes to Hogwarts to teach charms. But really she's there to pursue Hermione *gasp!* The distance and lack of love causes Fleur to suffer from broken heart disease. I remember there was a scene in which Fleur kissed Hermione in the hallway. Later on in the story Hermione spends the night at Fleur's cottage and Hermione's parents come to find her because her grandmother died and they find out that Hermione is basically dating her charms professor, they're not on board. For the love of God, please, does anyone remember the title of this story? I can't believe I forgot it, it's one of my all time favourites. I'm so embarassed

#fleurmione fanfiction #hermione x fleur #i just want my fleur delacour #i just want my hermione granger #fleur delacour #hermione granger #harry potter #hogwarts #what are tags #I will sent you a heartfelt private message to thank you

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looneyleyle · 6 months

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always her ~ b. weasley

synopsis: being the adopted sister to the one and only fleur delacour used to be easy. once puberty hit, not so much. once she became a triwizard champion, definitely not so much. fae thought that leaving her life in france behind would let her escape that, but you can never leave such a presence behind, not when it's her, because, let's be honest, it's always her.

warnings: not-so-great family dynamics, underlying tones of self-worth issues

words: 6113

fae's pov

during the first wizarding war, my biologial parents were killed by walden macnair, a death eater. having no living relatives, i was sent to an orphanage. i spent a couple years there before a woman named apolline adopted me. she took me in, and soon enough, i was fae delacour, sister to fleur and gabrielle delacour.

growing up, everything was amazing. fleur and i may not have been biological sisters, but it sure felt like we were. we spent all of our time together, from etiquette classes to sneaking pastries from the kitchens late at night. even though i wasn't biologically theirs, my new parents treated me as their own. when gabrielle came, fleur and i helped raise her while mom and dad were away. gabrielle always had a special place in my heart; i could never say no to her.

when we all grew older, things changed. maybe things had always been this way, and i was too blind to see it. maybe it was a new development due to our increasing differences. fleur and i started to grow apart. she lived up to her part-veela description: tall, thin, and outlandishly beautiful. silky blonde hair, smooth as butter voice, and the perfect embodiment of how women were expected to be in this age in france. i, however, did not grow like fleur did. it was increasingly apparent that i was not part of the family. my height was the only thing fleur and i had in common anymore. my once dirty blonde hair was now fully brunette, with natural golden highlights in the summer. my dark chocolate eyes always had a twinkle of mischief in them. while i didn't lack in the appearance department, it sure felt like it when compared to my beauxbatons peers. they all were just like fleur: tall, thin, beautiful. i felt like my purpose at beauxbatons was to make everyone else look even more gorgeous in comparison.

despite these insecurities, i managed to enjoy my years at beauxbatons. i made a handful of friends, pulled a few pranks here and there, and passed all of my classes (minus etiquette, but can you blame me? sitting in a chair with perfectly good posture while reciting memorized pleasantries grows rather dull as time goes on).

the year we went to hogwarts for the triwizard tournament was interesting to say the least. with fleur competing, i felt the need to check up on her and help her at every chance i could, whether it be with the classes, the language, or the tournament. however, after i tried to warn her about the dragons, she made it abundantly clear that she did not want my help. or anything to do with me, really.

"can't you get it past your thick skull? i don't need your help, and i don't need you! this is my tournament, my experience, and my life! i didn't even ask for you to be here, you're not even my real sister." with that, she stormed off, leaving me all alone in the middle of one of the moving staircases. while i sulked my way back towards the carriage where we were staying, i ran into two people. or one person? i worried i was seeing double in my teary vision.

"what's wrong there, beautiful?"

"what's got your knickers in a twist?" i glared at the person (?), but all that managed to do was make more tears fall out. the person stepped forwards and wiped the tears from under my eyes, and i realized there were, in fact, two identical people standing in front of me.

"i'm fred." the one that wiped my tears away introduced.

"and i'm george."

"and you're miss delacour's sister, right?" fred continued, though frowned at the bitter chuckle that left my lips.

"not really. not actually." i mumbled, looking down at the ground. the two remained silent before one spoke up.

"i think this girl needs some cheering up, don't you georgie?"

"i think you're right freddie."

i looked up to see massive grins splayed across the two's faces. they each grabbed one of my hands and sped up the staircases from which i had just came from.

"hey wait-"

"quiet down, love." the one holding my right hand, which i believe was fred, told me.

"don't want to ruin the prank now do ya?" the other added. that piqued my interest. a prank?

eventually the two slowed down into a light stroll, keeping to the side of the corridor and stopping to listen every couple of seconds. abruptly, one of them pulled me over to the wall and held a finger to his mouth, urging me to stay quiet. faint footsteps could be heard, along with quiet chatter. the sounds grew louder and louder until…

bang! a bright burst of light exploded from the way the sounds were coming from. a spell was cast in an unknown language, accompanied by 10 more bangs! soon enough, the whole corridor was filled with bright lights and loud sounds. the boys marveled at their work before pulling me away from the scene of the crime, with three angry and confused durmstangs left alone to wonder what in the bloody hell had just happened.

once we were far enough away, the boys high-fived each other.

"brilliant, george."

"all you, fred."

"what exactly just happened?" i asked, a laugh still playing off of my lips. the two stood in front of me with dorky smiles, straightening up their postures.

"that, my fair lady, was the perfect execution of our newest product, weasleys' wildfire whiz-bangs." fred started.

"activated by a simple stunning spell, these beauties set off fireworks when hit." george continued.

"when hit with a vanishing spell, the fireworks multiply by ten."

"we're still working out a couple kinks, but within a year, these bad boys will be perfected and ready for the market." the two bounced off of each other with such enthusiasm that i couldn't help but stare in awe.

"take a picture…"

"…it'll last longer." i simply laughed at the comment.

"no no, i was just a bit… what is the phrase…taken aback by your joy for this kind of stuff. is this what you want to do for a living? creating prank objects and selling them?" the two stared at me for a second with near-blank faces before turning to each other with wide eyes.

"that's…"

"genius! why didn't we think of that!"

and with that, the two ran off, dragging me along with them. that was pretty much how the rest of my stay at hogwarts was like: the twins dragging me every which way. i quite enjoyed their company, and when i had to leave for france, i felt like i was leaving my home. the twins promised to owl me with any new ideas for inventions, and they promised to have me over sometime that summer.

of course, only one of those promises were kept. the two owled me nearly every week, updating me not only on their inventions, but also their lives. i did the same, telling them about the magical antique store i worked at, along with any personal developments. unfortunately, between work and family engagements, i wasn't able to make the trip to england that summer.

speaking of family, i found myself drifting away from mine after our year abroad. fleur had barely spoken two words to me since hogwarts, being "busy" with her application to and eventual acceptance for a job at gringotts in london.

our parents didn't seem to notice or care about the distance between the two of us, focusing on helping fleur move out and getting gabrielle ready for her next school year. i knew that they loved me deep down, but the lack of attention, as childish as it may seem, hurt me, and made me increasingly aware of the fact that i was not actually their child.

gabrielle, on the other hand, showed nothing but pure, sisterly love for me. she would ask me to play dolls with her, braid her hair, show her spells, or teach her english. we spent nearly every night in the parlor, spending time together that fleur never seemed to have for either of us.

a year passed by fairly uneventfully, minus the fact that my life turned absolutely upside-down. about halfway through the year, fred and george informed me that they were planning on starting a joke shop by the end of the school year. they already had a place scoped out, and they wanted me to be a business partner to them. i, of course, accepted, my love for pranks never dying even as i left my schooling years. the twins invited me over for the holidays to show me the place, as well as catch up in person.

so, when december rolled around, i found myself packing up and getting ready to fly to london. mom and dad were fine with it, and i made sure to give gabrielle her christmas presents early before departing.

upon my arrival, fred and george showed me the floo network, wasting no time to get to their humble abode. i would be staying there for two weeks, and depending on how negotiations would go on the shop, i could be moving permanently to london within a month.

the burrow, as george called it, was a dilapidated hodgepodge of a house, but in the best way possible. it radiated a certain warmth that i had never felt before. there were multiple chimneys on the house, and the different stories of the house could have only been held up by magic.

"wow…" i trailed off, admiring the building. as soon as we stepped foot into the house, i was attacked by a bear hug.

"you must be fae, the twins have told us so much about you. come in, come in, dinner will be ready in just a few." the kindly older woman, whom i assumed was molly, greeted. she let go of the hug and ushered me inside, closing the door behind the three of us. the twins told me that mrs. weasley was not very approving of the joke shop, so i promised to not mention it while in the house. the boys helped me carry my luggage up the stairs and into an empty room. the room was tidy, not nearly as lived in as the rest of the house. there was a singular bed, a desk and chair, and a wardrobe tucked into the room.

"this is bill's old room, but for the next two weeks, it's yours." george explained, placing my luggage at the foot of the bed.

the first week at the burrow went by swimmingly. the weasley welcomed me with open arms, with ginny taking a special liking to me as the only other girl besides her mum. the twins and i visited the potential building for the shop and instantly fell in love with it. there was a small apartment on top of it that would come with the shop, if we were to buy it. it was a 2-bedroom, 2-bathroom apartment, which would be perfect for the three of us. we immediately put an offer on the shop, and were told that if no offers could beat ours within the next week, the place would be ours.

the second week, however, i met the worst, most beautiful thing to ever enter my life.

bill weasley was the oldest of the weasley siblings, not to mention the most handsome. he was a bit shorter than the twins, with long hair tied back into a ponytail. he exuded this aura of joyfulness and self-assurance.

and of course, this walking adonis met me while i was drooling on his pillow.

i was exhausted from the night before, since the twins decided to play 1-on-1 quidditch with me as the referee until the wee hours of the night. i had passed out as soon as i hit the bed. the next morning, i woke up to something tapping my arm. when i opened my eyes, i was met with striking blue eyes and a peculiar dragon-fang earring.

"hello there, i'm bill weasley, the owner of this bed." it took me a second to process what he said, but once it registered in my foggy brain, i sprung up instantly. the man in front of me just laughed, a beautiful smile gracing his lips.

"merde, i'm so sorry- the twins told me- and i didn't know-" i stuttered out, trying to explain why i was in this man's bed.

"i'm only messing with you, don't worry. breakfast is ready, and the twins wanted to send me up here to give you a good scare." he laughed, standing up from his kneeling position.

my brain was running a mile a minute, both from being scared half to death and from the handsome stranger in front of me. removing the blankets from myself and getting ready to head downstairs, the man attempted to stop a laugh from passing his lips. i sent him a questioning glare, which he responded to with a gesture towards my attire. i was in nothing but george's large, red sweater and my knickers. my face overheated as i scrambled to find a pair of shorts to throw on, embarrassed that this interaction was my first impression on this handsome stranger, whom had left the room and closed the door for my privacy.

when i went downstairs, i was met with an amused, hot older brother and two smirking twins, whom i would have to smack on the back sides of their heads later.

the rest of that dreadfully long week were filled with awkward encounters between me and the eldest weasley. he always seemed to come around when i was in vulnerable situations, like when i was in the bathroom or grabbing a midnight snack. he caught me off guard every single time.

even so, he seemed to enjoy my company, and i most certainly enjoyed his. the twins would often lock themselves up in their room for hours, bringing me in only when the product was in a suitable condition for testing. during these long stretches, i found myself hanging around ginny, and by proxy, bill. ginny and bill were extremely close, hanging around each other whenever they had time. when ginny would go to bed, i would find myself continuing the conversation with bill, talking about ourselves and our plans for the future. bill was a curse breaker for gringotts, but, due to the current climate of the world, he was applying for a desk job at gringotts. he was a top student when he went to hogwarts, but always had a rebellious streak deep inside of him.

soon enough, the little plot on diagon alley was ours, and the weasley twins and i moved into the apartment above the soon-to-be shop. the twins shared a bedroom while i took the other. before they even put furniture into the apartment, they raced into the shop to start getting things ready. paint buckets were hauled in, cleaning supplies of every shape and size were casted every which way, and the twins had never seemed happier. this was what they wanted to do with their lives. this was their passion. i tasked myself with furnishing the apartment, but every time that i passed fred or george, all i could see was a permanent smile etched onto their faces.

in less than a month, the shop was fully furnished and ready for opening. a certain tall, slightly-shaggy weasley came in often after work to help the three of us out. mainly, bill would help with the heavy lifting, and we would cook him dinner as a sign of our thanks. fred and george would frequently tease me about how close i was with the eldest weasley, but i tried to pay no mind to it.

"and after that, the dragon chased umbridge out of hogwarts! there were fireworks everywhere, people cheering, and of course, we were praised as the heroes of hogwarts." fred explained to bill. i rolled my eyes as i poured myself some more tea.

"and who exactly called you the 'heroes of hogwarts'?" i asked. fred sheepishly shrunk back into the couch.

"so how's your job bill? a desk job sounds bloody boring." fred asked, avoiding my question.

"it's a bit boring, i won't lie, but there are some really nice people there. the goblins are starting to warm up to me, well, as much as goblins can warm up to anyone i guess." bill then turned to me. "i even met your sister! she's absolutely lovely." he told me. i frowned a bit, shifting in my seat.

"yeah, lovely." i said quietly, looking down at my thumbs. i could feel the uncomfortableness settle over the room, as well as the curious look burning into my head. george cleared his throat and announced that dessert would be ready soon, giving me an excuse to leave the conversation. i left the room to go check on the treacle tart. the tart was nice and golden, so i gently took it out of the oven and placed it on top of the stove for it to cool. while i grabbed the plates and silverware, i heard hushed voices in the other room.

"she doesn't have a good relationship with her sister."

"ever since the things fleur said to her at the triwizard tournament…"

i shook my head and tuned them out, cutting the treacle tart up and bringing the plates into the other room.

"how about that cannons game the other night? beaten 110 to 40 by the wasps. i bet ronald wasn't too pleased about that." i said, carrying the tart slices to the boys, effectively killing the conversation about me and my "sister".

the conversation remained light while we ate, simply talking about quidditch. the twins were absolutely exhausted from another day of getting the shop ready, so they went straight to bed after finishing the tart, saying their 'goodnights' to me and bill. bill was still working on his tart, a bit slower than he usually takes. when the boys went to their room, the two of us sat there in a bit of an uncomfortable silence. bill's eyes kept flickering towards me, while i tried to keep my sight strictly on my empty plate. as much as i would deny it, the twins were right: the man next to me made me extremely nervous for very obvious reasons. and right now, sitting alone in the living room, it took all of my power to not stare at the gorgeous man.

"if you don't mind me asking," he started, making me wince internally. i knew he would ask, with fleur being such a 'perfect' woman, it's only natural to ask why we don't get along. bill opened his mouth, and asked, "what was france like?"

the question caught me a bit off guard, to the point where i let out a soft "oh?" i had to think for a second.

"well, it's a very beautiful country. i lived in this little town with some bakeries, and this lovely little bookstore. i would always bring gabrielle to it, and then after finishing at beauxbatons, i worked there for a bit before moving here." i finished my thought, seeing that bill looked confused.

"gabrielle? is she a friend?" bill asked innocently. my eyes widened to the size of saucers.

"she's never told you about gabrielle? of course she wouldn't mention her own sister. gabrielle is my sister, fleur's biological sister." i told bill. he looked a bit taken aback. fleur obviously had never mentioned having a sister.

it was obvious that bill was curious about the delacour family drama, but he quickly realized that i got upset talking about it. instead, bill changed the subject to the shop, offering to come and help out every once in a while when the shop opens. after that, we talked about miscellaneous things late into the night.

when we stopped laughing hysterically about bill's latest kerfuffle with the goblins, i glanced over at the little clock above the fireplace.

"blimey, it's nearly 3 in the morning." bill stated, making no attempt to move out of the armchair.

"mhm." i hummed, not moving from my place on the couch.

bill ruffled through his bag next to him, producing a pillow and blanket. i laughed at the sight.

"you weasleys really do have a habit of making yourselves at home, did you know that?" i teased, going behind the couch to grab a large blanket.

"it's an inherently weasley thing to do." he stated, wrapping himself in his blanket. noticing that i was starting to get comfortable on the couch, his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly and his mouth opened slightly to make a comment, but he quickly shut his mouth and instead fought a rather large smile from forming on his face. i was too tired to question it, nor to defend myself as to why i didn't go sleep in my own room. instead, i drifted off into sleep on the couch, bill not too far away.

i never heard the end of that night, the twins unrelenting in their teasing. they even threatened to write home to mrs. weasley to say that "billykins has a girlfriend." i quickly put an end to that, threatening to tell molly about all the weasley wizard wheezes products they still had hidden around the house.

the shop opened a little less than a month after that night, and the months afterwards were all one big blur. weasley's wizard wheezes brought people from all over, and all different ages, to diagon alley. the first day, the line went all the way to the leaky cauldron. there was a seemingly endless flow of children and children-at-heart into the shop. the shop was an instant success, which left me, fred, and george running every which way to make sure everything was in tip-top shape.

all of the weasley family and friends trickled in through the first month. arthur and molly were there on the grand opening, despite molly's intense disliking for the twins' pranks. the two were pleased to see that the twins' work was not in vain. ron, harry, and hermione all came in on the first weekend of it being open, buying various pranking products to use once summer break was over. even charlie and percy dropped by, percy tutting at nearly every corner, muttering things like "how crude" and "this surely is against section 3 of the regulation of magical items." ginny had stopped by with the longbottom boy and a blonde ravenclaw girl a couple of times, merely browsing the shelves, never buying anything. i could've swore i saw ginny look at a vial of love potion, but quickly dropped it when she saw a tall, dark haired gryffindor boy.

bill was in the shop seemingly every day. sometimes he would stop by after work, sometimes he would come in on his lunch break with sandwiches for the three of us, and sometimes he would stay the whole day, helping carry heavy boxes of www products to help restock the shelves.

before i knew it, the seasons changed, and the hot days were replaced by gusts of wind carrying rustling leaves. the summer slipped away faster than the three of us were anticipating, being busy with the shop 24/7. once school was back in session, the traffic in the store mellowed out, giving us some time to breathe. the fall passed by uneventfully, the twins working on new products while the eldest weasley kept me company.

"mum wants you to come to the burrow for the holidays." fred informed me, sipping on his tea. the three looked over at me in anticipation. maybe it was my imagination, but bill looked a bit more eager than the twins for my response.

"i'd love to!" i told them.

"so eager to be in my bed again huh?" bill smirked, george snorting out his tea.

"i'm your dreams weaselby."

"how did you know?" at his comment, my face erupted into flames, with hoots and hollers coming from thing 1 and thing 2.

i kept back the part about how i didn't have anywhere else to go for the holidays; i hadn't spoken to my parents since i left. we weren't on bad terms per se, but my parents hadn't reached out to me since i moved out, and vice versa. gabrielle and i sent frequent letters, with her telling me all about her wonderful time at beauxbatons. i, in turn, shared with her about the joke shop, as well as teaching her a bit of english and, admittedly, sharing my feelings for a certain ginger.

the holidays were upon us in a jiffy. luckily, i had done all my christmas shopping before the holiday rush season. i got each of the weasleys various trinkets: for ginny, a necklace with a quaffle pendant, for ron, a box of mini treacle tarts, for the twins, matching scarves with the words "mischief managed," for percy, a book on the history of the ministry, for charlie, a coffee mug with a hebridean black on it, and for bill, a leather necklace with a tomb charm on it. i also got mrs. weasley a book to write down all of her various recipes, and for mr. weasley, a brand new set of tools for his tinkering. i was so excited to give them their gifts, feeling that i had gotten the perfect gifts for each weasley member.

when the twins and i arrived at the burrow, charlie, percy, and molly were home, with arthur and bill going to pick up harry, ron, hermione, and ginny from king's cross. the three weasleys in the burrow were scurrying around, cleaning things up and cooking enough food to feed all of hogwarts.

"woah mum, do you think you have enough food?" fred asked teasingly. molly huffed and rolled her eyes.

"well, i had to make enough for all of our extra guests." she replied, going back to whisking some dough together.

"well, fae doesn't eat that much" george laughed, earning a slight shove from me.

"well i don't know how much the rest of them eat!" molly exclaimed, nearly throwing the whisk at george.

"the rest of them?" i asked. molly opened her mouth, but the sound of the floo going off stopped her thought. looking over to the fireplace, i nearly jumped for joy while simultaneously jumping off of the astronomy tower.

in front of me, standing in the burrow, was my family.

"fae! i missed you!" gabrielle exclaimed, running up to me and giving me the tightest hug known to wizard-kind.

"gabrielle! it's been so long! how is school?" i asked, not letting go of her.

"it's amazing, we're learning about all sorts of spells and plants and creatures and it's all marvelous!" she continued, her eyes sparkling.

"where's billy? oh how i've missed seeing him." my gut wrenched at the sound of her voice. looking over, i saw pretty, perfect fleur standing prim and properly with mummy and daddy behind her. oh how easy it would be to gouge my eyes out with my wand.

"oh hello delacours, how lovely it is to meet you!" mrs. weasley exclaimed, putting down her supplies before going over to greet the family. fleur rushed straight past me to hug bill, who looked just as shocked as i did. he stiffly returned the hug, my stomach threatening to empty its contents onto the living room floor.

i couldn't believe it, what were they doing here?

gabrielle insisted on a tour of the burrow, to which fred and george obliged, taking me along with. i had to refrain from gagging as fleur pushed herself up against bill, talking about some hilarious thing that happened at the bank.

dinner rolled around quickly, everyone awkwardly shoved at the now cramped weasley dining table. i sat squished between george and gabrielle, while bill sat across from me, in between fred and fleur. the table was oddly quiet, as quiet as a house of weasley children can be. i looked over at my parents, who merely moved their food around their plates.

"what are you doing here?" i asked them, not even trying to sugarcoat it. i was happy to see gabrielle again, but the rest of them had made absolutely zero effort since i left. father shifted in his seat, looking at mother.

"we actually have came here to discuss something very important." apolline started.

"we are here to discuss our daughter's intentions with your son." i nearly spat out the contents of my cup, fred and george already delivering teasing jabs at my sides. how would they have known? gabrielle must have told them, but even then, i never mentioned anything too serious, nothing that warranted a trip to britain.

"we are ready to offer you our home estate in france, along with our handsome savings, for billius to marry our lovely fleur." father told arthur and molly. my stomach dropped, bile rising in my throat. i could see the droppped jaws of the weasleys surrounding me.

"bloody hell-"

"ronald! language!" the weasley matriarch scolded, her face displaying the same astonishment as everyone else.

"you must know we cannot accept this, it's far too much, and- and bill can choose whomever he pleases to marry, this really all is just too much to take in right now." molly rambled, looking wide eyed at her husband, who stared at his potatoes as if they had started singing to him.

i braved a glance at bill, whose face was uncharacteristically stoic, not even the slightest hint of emotion on his face.

"excuse me," i pardoned myself, unable to handle the silence following that information bomb. i heard bill excuse himself as well as i made my way up the stairs.

"this just became awkward." i heard one of the twins remark before i shut the door to ginny's room. i sat there alone, simply trying to process every thought and emotion bombarding me. was something going on between bill and fleur? i knew that bill and the twins weren't very close before i entered the picture, he had no reason to stop by the shop as frequently as he did, i would have bet my life on it being a sign of… something. but with my family here? waltzing in with proposals of marriage? i wasn't so sure anymore. and of course, it was fleur, popping up just when everything was falling into place, trying to steal it away. typical. i wasn't allowed to have too many good things happen at one time.

i eventually left the room, hoping the all-consuming thoughts would stay trapped within those four walls. the burrow was oddly empty, and from the occasional sounds of yelling from the outside, i assumed everyone was out playing quidditch.

entering the kitchen, i planned on stealing a pastie from the leftover pile on the table, until my parents appeared. i looked out the kitchen window to see gabrielle and fleur outside, watching the match.

"fae, darling, how is my sweet child doing?" mother asked. father simply huffed at her words.

"enough of this, apolline, you need to tell her." the two began to argue, their words spoken quietly but forcefully.

"fae, you are messing with the boy's mind. you must leave him be so he can think clearly about fleur." father finally stated, mother's shoulders deflating. i scoffed at his words, tears welling up in my eyes.

"and what about how i feel? what if i love the boy?" i asked, lip quivering as i attempted to keep my chin up as i faced father.

"gabrielle has already told us this. you must not." he commanded. my chest ached, and i looked to mother for reassurance. she locked eyes with me for only a moment before looking away.

"he is to wed fleur and that is that." he finished, stomping out of the kitchen.

"i'm sorry." mother whispered, following father. i just stood there for a second, staring at the spot where my 'parents' just stood, tears rapidly falling from my eyes. i looked out the window to see that the game ended, everyone heading back inside. i quickly wiped my tears away before retreating back into ginny's room. there i sat again, on the bed, trying to calm down my emotions to rejoin the group. within minutes, the door creaked open, a head peaking in.

"may i?"

"it's your own room ginny, you don't need to ask permission." the girl walked in softly, lightly shutting the door behind her.

"y'know, she's not good enough for him." i glanced over at her, my eyebrows knotted in confusion.

"as his sister, it is my duty to decide who is the best for him, and it isn't her." she explained. i let out a puff of air.

"if she isn't good enough, then who is?" i asked dejectedly. she was like the trophy at the end of the race; if that wasn't good enough for bill, then what would be?

"you." ginny responded, not a second of hesitation.

"that's all very flattering ginny, but i'm just… not her."

"and that's exactly why." she paused for a second. "you actually have a personality. you have ambitions, goals. you're able to joke around. you're already a part of the family. and i know you won't believe me when i say it, but you're absolutely beautiful. that is the kind of woman my brother should be with, and i won't let him settle for anything less." my heart swelled at her praise.

"thank you ginny" was all i was able to muster, reaching out to hold her hand.

"plus, i actually like you, which is much more than i can say about phlegm."

despite ginny's attempt to raise my spirits, i was still unable to escape my pestering thoughts. i needed air, fresh air. grabbing my coat, i walked through the house, passing the pity-filled glances of fred, george, and ron, and out into the night. i walked down a dirt path, taking me away from the warm house and into the quiet hills. the sound of crickets chirping and the grass rustling filled my ears, helping to drown out the voices in my head. after a while i sat down, looking out at the hills, the trees on the horizon, the stars in the sky. i let the night's calmness wash over me.

that is, until the redhead of the day sat down next to me.

"what do you think about all this?" he asked me quietly, as if he didn't want to disturb my peace. as if his presence alone wouldn't set my brain into a frenzy even on a normal day. i scoffed.

"i'm so perfectly happy for you two and wish you nothing but the best." i told him, my falsely cheery tone not fooling either of us. i got up abruptly, not wanting to hear about him and his bride-to-be.

"wait, fae, no," he started, getting up to follow me. i let out a sarcastic laugh.

"what do you want me to say bill? i mean, merlin, everything was going so well, but then no, pretty little fleur had to pop up and ruin it all. it's her. it's always been her. the spotlight never leaves her perfect little face."

"fae," he attempted to cut me off again, but i continued.

"do you know what it's like? growing up in her shadow? and then for once, finally breaking free of that, finally thinking i could be my own self without being compared to her, without having to compete with her for anything,"

"fae,"

"and you know what? i really really thought that we had something special going on between us,"

"fae,"

"and i was so stupid to think that you could know her and still choose me." he didn't try to say anything this time, and when i turned around to yell at him and tell him off for leading me on and punch him and hate his guts, he grabbed my face in his hands, slightly aggressively, stopping me from continuing.

"it has always been you. never her. why would i go to the shop every day if it wasn't to see your face. merlin knows i don't need to see those other two wankers nearly as much as i do. i come because of you." he told me. it was a confession, a confession that took one weight off of my chest and dumped another one right back in its wake. i felt my body begin to tremble from the anxiousness.

"merlin, now i've gone and made a scene, i'm sorry-"

"hey, it's okay. i'm flattered that i'm worth going all mad over." he grinned cheekily. i rolled my eyes, only a weasley would find it appropriate to joke around at such a moment.

"watch it weaselby, i can hand you off to fleur and my 17th century parents any time i want."

"then do it." he challenged, his arms wrapping tightly around me.

i wrapped my arms just as tightly around him, sinking my head into his chest.

"no, i don't think i will."

#bill weasley #bill x reader #goblet of fire #order of the phoenix #half blood prince #harry potter #fanfic

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prpfs · 5 months

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‼️PARTNERS WANTED ‼️

🌿ABOUT ME: Howdy partner~ The names Nova. I’m 27 and go by they/them pronouns. I've been writing/roleplaying for thirteen years and consider myself ADV-NOVELLA / but can also mirror!

INFO: Anything in bold is what I’m CURRENTLY more into in the present moment and will lean more towards accepting partners for. As for the characters I will be musing as, they are BOLD.

FANDOMS: Shameless, The Last of Us, Stranger Things, Breaking Bad, Harry Potter, Wednesday, Outer Banks, Loki |MCU| Show.

SHIPS:

Mickey Milkovich x Ian Gallagher

Ellie Williams x Abby Anderson

Robin Buckley x Nancy Wheeler

Jane Margolis x Jesse Pinkman

Fleur Delacour x Bill Weasley

Sirius Black x Remus Lupin

Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter

Wednesday Addams x Enid Sinclair

JJ Maybank x Kiara Carrera

Mobius x Loki Laufeyson

PLOTS: >🕊️< I prefer very dark, taboo themes, a rating of (M++) let’s plan something out together, I find other peoples engagements to be more exciting. Preferably AU!

REQUIREMENTS: Please be above 18+ to commence a roleplay with me as I like to lean more toward mature topics which does include spice. I ask that you be literate/novella or at least mirror me, as of recent my mind has been heavily “quality over quantity” just don’t want a response that I cannot work with. As we discuss a plot, I will ask you to share your rules and triggers—I do not wish to make anyone uncomfortable when we write together.

ADDITIONAL INFO: We can discuss further via private messages if this is something YOU MAY be interested in. Just leave a like, and I will message you to figure out what we want to do, and afterwards… gravitate to discord (if that is something you have)

DO NOT LIKE/INTERACT: if you are NOT interested in the things in bold. I am hyperfixated heavily right now, and would like to actually find a decent roleplay partner who won’t disappear on me after sending 2-3 messages, I cannot explain how many pms I’ve had to delete because they do not answer despite seeing them active and everything even after plotting.

Leave a like, and anon will get back to you!

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all-too-random · 6 months

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HP Next Gen HC: Character Information

This is just some very basic information about the next gen characters as I see them in my own hcs. I've made some for other canon characters as well as some of my OC's, if anyone wants that

Name: Edward Remus Lupin Nicknames: Teddy (by everyone), Tedward (by James) Birth Date: April 20, 1998 Parents: Remus Lupin & Nymphadora Tonks Siblings: None S/O: Victoire Weasley (as of his 6th year) Gender: Demi-Boy (amab) Pronouns: He/They Sexuality: Pansexual House: Hufflepuff Favorite Subject: Transfiguration Least Favorite Subject: Charms Patronus: Wolf Pet: an Owl named Solstice Blood Type: Half-Blood (Metamorphagus) Favorite Spell: Aparecium (makes ink invisible)

Name: Victoire Appoline Weasley Nicknames: Vic (everyone), Vicky (family ONLY) Birth Date: May 2, 2000 Parents: Bill Weasley & Fleur Weasley (Delacour) Siblings: Dominique Weasley, Louis Weasley S/O: Teddy Lupin (as of her 4th year) Gender: Female Pronouns: She/Her Sexuality: She's not really sure. She's never been attracted to girls, but she's always attracted to Teddy, and he is not exactly cis House: Gryffindor Favorite Subject: Charms Least Favorite Subject: Music (she did it for one year... learned the hard way that she cannot sing) Patronus: Albatross Pet: Hermit crab named Shelldon (he stays at home when she's at school) Blood Type: Half-Blood (part veela, possibly a little werewolf??? Her family has never looked into it) Favorite Spell: Geminio (duplicates objects; she's always losing things, so duplicating them helps)

Name: Molly Willow Weasley Nicknames: None. She is Molly or nothing. Birth Date: December 14, 2001 Parents: Percy & Audrey Weasley Siblings: Lucy Weasley S/O: Calum Wood (as of her 6th year) Gender: Female Pronouns: She/her Sexuality: Straight House: Ravenclaw Favorite Subject: Ancient Runes Least Favorite Subject: Divination Patronus: Pheasant Pet: None. She doesn't want another responsibility. (Borrows Lucy's owl to send letters) Blood Type: Half-Blood Favorite Spell: Accio (summons an object)

Name: Dominique Charlene Weasley Nicknames: Domi (pretty much just family), Dom (everyone else) Birth Date: January 22, 2002 Parents: Bill Weasley & Fleur Weasley (Delacour) Siblings: Victoire Weasley, Louis Weasley S/O: Agnes "Aggie" Wood (as of her 5th year) Gender: Female Pronouns: She/her Sexuality: Lesbian House: Gryffindor Favorite Subject: Care of Magical Creatures Least Favorite Subject: Astronomy Patronus: Husky Pet: She is in charge of Peggy, the family Owl Blood Type: Half-blood (part veela, hopes she's part werewolf) Favorite Spell: Episkey (heals minor injuries; she's hurt a lot from quidditch)

Name: Fred Gideon Weasley II Nicknames: Freddy (by literally everyone; he's only Fred if he's in trouble) Birth Date: August 29, 2003 Parents: George Weasley & Angelina Weasley (Johnson) Siblings: Roxanne Weasley S/O: Astor Zabini (as of his 6th year) Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: ???? That's a good question, man, he doesn't know either House: Gryffindor Favorite Subject: History of Magic and Charms Least Favorite Subject: Ancient Runes (he took it because Molly recommended it, but it makes no sense to him) Patronus: Bassett Hound Pet: A toad named Frogger Blood Type: Half-Blood Favorite Spell: Scourgify (cleans an object; makes it really easy to clean his messes before he's caught)

Name: James Sirius Potter Nicknames: Jamie (by whoever feels like it) Birth Date: September 2, 2003 (he and Freddy were only born days apart, but bc of when their birthdays fall, James is a year behind in school) Parents: Harry Potter & Ginny Potter (Weasley) Siblings: Albus Potter, Lily Potter S/O: Rylee Finnigan (briefly in 4th year), Alison Longbottom (on-off 3rd year-5th year, solid from Christmas in 5th year-onward) Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Straight House: Gryffindor Favorite Subject: Transfiguration Least Favorite Subject: Potions Patronus: Mountain Lion Pet: An owl named Owlthello (he thinks it's hilarious; also he loves Shakespeare) (he's also been begging his mom for a dog for YEARS!) Blood Type: Half-Blood Favorite Spell: Repairo (repairs broken objects; uses it on his glasses a lot)

Name: Lucille Audrey Weasley Nicknames: Lucy (by everyone. Hates being called Lucille) Birth Date: February 10, 2005 Parents: Percy & Audrey Weasley Siblings: Molly Weasley S/O: None Gender: "Gender is a social construct. I am whatever I feel like I am. But Im not a man, because fuck the patriarchy." Pronouns: She/They Sexuality: AroAce House: Ravenclaw Favorite Subject: Divination Least Favorite Subject: Ancient Runes (She's actually never taken it, but has decided it is her least favorite to spite her sister) Patronus: Raven Pet: An owl named Haven Blood Type: Half-Blood Favorite Spell: Colloportus (closes a door & keeps it from being opened) (this is the only way they were able to stop their family from barging into their room)

Name: Roxanne Fabianna Weasley Nicknames: Roxy (was used a lot when she was little, but not so much as she got older) Birth Date: April 5, 2005 Parents: George Weasley & Angelina Weasley (Johnson) Siblings: Fred Weasley II S/O: Ty Jordan (as of her 3rd year) Gender: Female Pronouns: She/Her Sexuality: Pansexual House: Gryffindor Favorite Subject: Herbology Least Favorite Subject: Transfiguration (everything is only ever partially transfigured...) Patronus: Hyena Pet: an owl named Gem (she wanted a cat, but she's allergic) Blood Type: Half-Blood Favorite Spell: Flagrate (allows the wand to write/draw in the air with fire) (she just thinks it's neat)

Name: Rose Bailey Granger-Weasley Nicknames: Rosie (by family only), Ro (sometimes, can be used by anyone) Birth Date: September 15, 2005 Parents: Ron & Hermione Granger-Weasley Siblings: Hugo Granger-Weasley S/O: Craig Bowker Jr. (as of her 5th year) Gender: Female Pronouns: She/Her Sexuality: Straight, on the Ace spectrum House: Gryffindor Favorite Subject: History of Magic Least Favorite Subject: Care of Magical Creatures (they're too unpredictable) Patronus: Tuxedo cat Pet: A cat named Poppin Blood Type: Half-Blood Favorite Spell: Lumos (makes it easy to pull all-nighters)

Name: Albus Severus Potter Nicknames: Al (Harry; don't call him that.) Alby (by his family when he was young) Birth Date: March 9, 2006 Parents: Harry Potter & Ginny Potter (Weasley) Siblings: James Potter, Lily Potter S/O: Scorpius Malfoy (as of his 4th year) Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Gay House: Slytherin Favorite Subject: Potions Least Favorite Subject: Arithmancy (he took it one year bc of Scorpius. Never. Again.) Patronus: Grass Snake Pet: A ferret named Misty Blood Type: Half-Blood Favorite Spell: Revelio (revels a hidden object)

Name: Louis Arthur Weasley Nicknames: Lou Birth Date: November 12, 2006 Parents: Bill Weasley & Fleur Weasley (Delacour) Siblings: Victoire Weasley, Dominique Weasley S/O: Tierney Finnigan (as of their 4th year) Gender: Nonbinary/Genderfluid?? (They're still kinda figuring it out) Pronouns: Any (they/them is what they usually go by) Sexuality: Pansexual House: Hufflepuff Favorite Subject: Muggle Studies (also really likes Music, but it sometimes makes them feel dysphoric bc of their voice) Least Favorite Subject: Patronus: Dragon Fly Pet: A cat named Atlas Blood Type: Half-blood (part veela, possibly part werewolf) Favorite Spell: Lumos (she's afraid of the dark)

Name: Hugo Jack Granger-Weasley Nicknames: None Birth Date: April 16, 2008 Parents: Ron & Hermione Granger-Weasley Siblings: Rose Granger-Weasley S/O: Ruby Gilligan Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Bisexual House: Gryffindor Favorite Subject: Care of Magical Creatures Least Favorite Subject: History of Magic (its a lot of reading & he has dyslexia) Patronus: Hedgehog Pet: A toad named Toothless (he loves HTTYD) Blood Type: Half-Blood Favorite Spell: Aguamenti (he spent a lot of his childhood in Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, and has had to extinguish fires on multiple occassions)

Name: Lily Luna Potter Nicknames: Lil/Lils (by everyone), Lulu (by Abus) Birth Date: May 24, 2008 Parents: Harry Potter & Ginny Potter (Weasley) Siblings: James Potter, Albus Potter S/O: Lorcan Scamander (as of her 5th year) Gender: Female Pronouns: She/Her Sexuality: Straight House: Gryffindor Favorite Subject: Divination, Astronomy, and Alchemy (she can't pick, she loves all three) Least Favorite Subject: DADA (she doesn't really want to know how to fight, if she's honest) Patronus: Field Mouse Pet: A cat named Aquarius Blood Type: Half-Blood Favorite Spell: Alohomora (opens a lock)

Name: Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy Nicknames: Scorp, Scor Birth Date: January 31, 2006 Parents: Draco Malfoy & Astoria Malfoy (Greengrass) Siblings: None S/O: Albus Potter (as of his 4th year) Gender: Male (feels gender-neutral, sometimes, but chooses to identify as male) Pronouns: He/They Sexuality: Gay House: Slytherin Favorite Subject: Potions Least Favorite Subject: He likes them all to a degree Patronus: Ferret Pet: An owl named Sparticus (also claims Albus' ferret as his "step-ferret") Blood Type: Pure Blood Favorite Spell: Avifors (turns small objects into birds. Does it when he's bored or to be petty)

#harry potter #harry potter next gen #hogwarts #harry potter cursed child #harry potter and the cursed child #albus x scorpius #albus potter #albus severus potter #scorpius malfoy #james potter ii #james sirius potter #rose weasley #rose granger weasley #lily luna potter

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justafairytailofinnocence · 2 years

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Ok so here me out : Tom Riddle,Mattheo Riddle,Lorenzo Berkshire, Theodore Nott x F! slytherin!reader smut (here i don't know if you write smut, but if you don't just say i don't wanna make you write something you're uncomfortable with).The contest: They are jealous of the Weasley twins cuz they like joke flirt with y/n so they um kinda you know what i mean (maybe punish her?)Oh and i'm kinda chubby so if you could write about how reader is a little insecure or something it'll will be perfect if you're not comfortable writeing that don't write it💗💗💗

Hello dear💖, thanks for your request.

A/n: I have never written smut before so this is something different to me and I hope you like it.

Warning: NSFW 18+

Mattheo riddle x Lorenzo Berkshire x Theodore Nott x Tom Riddle x FSlytherin reader👧💋

A delicate rose 🐍💋

I was walking down the halls of Hogwarts, clutching my books to my chest, all my classes were until after break. I at least had some time to study, who knows I might just get another lecture from the oh so perfect granger. Let me just say I’m not a brainiac like Miss Granger and I’m not as strong as Ginny, I’m certainly not a beauty like Fleur Delacour. I’m just an average student who wishes to pass her grades and eventually get a job at the ministry. I’m someone who normally stays quiet, I would usually listen to the squabbles of Potter and Malfoy. I felt self-conscious, most of the time I was bullied by Pansy and her Slytherin gang.

The girl was a good for nothing piece of merlin dung, she deserves to have her robes burned. She was the reason I’m insecure for my looks and weight, so in a way I do have a problem with comparing myself to the perfect students of Hogwarts. I won’t let that stop me however I do have a humble passion not many students have and more, so I do develop attractions.

I was walking through the halls, many Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws passed my way “Hm Gryffindor must be at quidditch practice”. I heard footsteps running up behind me, quickly I turned and held my wand up in protection “Oi their love, I’m not some troll ha” my eyes looked up to see one of the Weasley twins. “What do you want Weasley” I rolled my eyes sarcastically. “Should we tell er’ Fred” George smiled “Yeah George, go on mate” Fred replied with a smirk. The two Weasley twins approached with flowers in hand “You want to come with us to the tea house, eard’ it’s a place for couples” Fred smiled with a goofy expression. I wasn’t exactly sure what I was expecting aside from me blushing like a red beet “I-I suppose but-“.

My words were cut off when I heard a male voice “she won’t be attending with you blood traitors” a voice sneered from behind me. “I wouldn’t expect this delicate rose to be involved with such hideous abominations to the wizarding world”. Fred and George stared at the boy with anger, the boy had black hair and very good-looking features. “Now off with you before I let the professor know of your little prank with the Slytherins in their dorms” the boy held a hand to my shoulder. “hey they didn’t do anything wrong-“ the boy interjected “correct they haven’t but you on the other hand, my oh my you poor thing thinking you could flaunt yourself in front of other boys”.

The boy reached his hand to my cheek, I blushed more then I did with the Weasley twins “You were rather naughty, I expected a girl with high morals”. He leaned further closer to my ear, his hot breath touched my skin, I flinched with confusion. “I suppose you should be claimed, you may call me mattheo” his smile only widened further “Mattheo you foolish boy, how dare you start seducing y/n without me” another boy appeared from around the corner. “Theodore, must you interrupt me” Mattheo scowled, he wasn’t impressed with anyone interrupting his prized possession. “Indeed, I must say you aren’t good enough for the girl, firstly you aren’t doing it right” Theodore strutted up and pushed me against the stone wall, he forced his lips against mine. I wasn’t expecting such as surprise except this was my first kiss. “Enough! Theodore, I won’t let you claim my prize” Mattheo grabbed his wand and held it to my throat, without a second thought the boy placed his soft lips against mine “I shall make you beg for mercy” he hissed. My face didn’t exactly cover up the amount of blushing I was showing “my my, such a pity, you were quite fascinating until you betrayed us” a boy came out from behind Mattheo “Lorenzo, what are you doing here” Mattheo scowled. Lorenzo wasn’t exactly BFF’s with Mattheo due to his hatred for his father “I wanted to spend time with my emerald snake”.

Lorenzo shoved his way to meet my lips, he was a lot more passionate then the three, he was quite grabby. I yelped as he grabbed my breast, I couldn’t help but slide my hands towards his chest “Now, now why should you have all the fun”. The three boys grabbed me and led me down to dungeons, “You should’ve strayed from those blood traitors” Mattheo hissed. A voice could be heard from the distance “and to whom did you bring in my presence” a boy with defined features and sharp handsome looks glared at the three Slytherins. “Our rose betrayed us, she went ahead and flaunted herself in front of those Weasley twins” Theodore sneered, “I wonder…”.

The head Slytherin boy came up closer until he reached my race, he trailed down to my neck. “Silly girl, betraying someone as powerful as me, indeed you will need to be punished” the head boy slid his tongue against my neck. “Mm” I muttered in embarrassment “hush you foolish half blood, you may be in the same house as me, but never will you par to my power”.

I realised from Harry’s description from when he saved Ginny, “your Tom Riddle, but I thought you were dead”. Tom laughed out loud “Nothing can kill me, for as long as I live, I shall be the one that will kill potter”.

Tom sneered at the sight of me, he grabbed my face and slid his tongue in my mouth. Mattheo growled, he came up and grabbed my breast with possession, he tried to push Tom off but to no avail. Theodore and Lorenzo stood silently debating on whether to join or watch.

I closed my eyes waiting for my fate as the four Slytherin boys surrounded my body.

To them I was their delicate rose.

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Witch Weekly conducts interviews for an in-depth profile of the newest Minister for Magic, Hermione Granger. The last interview is with her wife, Fleur Delacour.

Interviewer: Can you tell us something you think the public would find interesting?

Fleur: Sex with her is really wild