#love you george love you merlin. he is big as fuck bc he is a maine coon btw
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a modern witch and their familiar
#illustration#digital art#oc art#my art#love you george love you merlin. he is big as fuck bc he is a maine coon btw#i don’t really like coloring fur it is a pain in my ass but i had to for him#george is actually an ESPer btw. but oomf pointed out that they are basically witch and familiar so#george would def think of merlin as her familiar
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f g p r from the fanfic ask game? please?
Hey bestie 🥰 thanks so much for the ask this one took me awhile lol
G - Do you write your story from start to finish? or out of order?
i like writing things from start to finish. key word: like. my brain, however, likes to jump ahead to specific scenes and events. i used to fight that bit and force myself to forge on along and wait until i finally made it to that part in the story.
lmao that was a horrible idea. those scenes would continue to haunt me and pester me until i finally give up and wrote them. so i just stop fighting it and write out of order. (honestly it was a blessing for me to decide to make my lmk one-shot series not in chronological order bc then i’d never get it done lol
it’s why my writing can get slow sometimes because while writing the chapter for the next event, i’ll be hit with some scene 2 chapters later or 3 scenes after some confrontation i haven’t started yet!!! i have ch7 for the dr geyer fic. it’s in my docs but i haven’t finished it bc someone *looks at brain* wants to write more of s6b bc Theo’s in that one >:(
P - Are you what George RR Martine would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance vs letting the story unfold as you go?)
you know, i know i read of this before like years ago but i don’t remember it lol. had to look it up to make sure i was understanding this right.
so… i think it depends?
with my merlin multi-chap fic and my medieval fantasy wip i plan those in advance. the merlin fic? i have that 1st arc’s plot down, i know where the story will lead to, i even know which characters i’ll keep alive or keep dead.
with my one-shots (and my one-shots that chose to say “fuck you”), those are a spur of the moment kind of writing. i had something playing in my head that’s wants to be free, so i write it down and pray that it’s satisfied (it typically is not which is why you see a lot of my one-shots become multi-chapters or one-shot series). these don’t have a solid plan when i begin. i tend to come up with it as the plot comes together.
tbh this works well with my fics bc i have a base outline: the actual show/book/movie. with my dr geyer fic, i know where s5-6 begin and end. sure, i’m choosing what gets to happen in-between, but i at least have the comfort of that base. the lmk series? it’s literally just me plugging in an oc and forcing a couple characters to air-out their issues.
R - Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?
oh definitely. tbh my main one would have to be Lemony Snicket. fell in love with the narration of those stories. the snark, the personality, the vocabulary, the inner dialogue. idk it just did something to 9 year old me lol
another big one i’d have to say is Branden Sanderson. not really his writing, but how complex and beautiful his worlds are. i didn’t know that you could create and capture the essence such beautiful worlds in writing but reading his books and seeing them come to life really influenced my desire to write and design fantastical worlds or even just explore snippets of other worlds like BBC Merlin Albion.
F - Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it
babe, i’m so sorry but it took me forever to choose. i debated on whether i should do lmk or teen wolf or abc merlin or even shit i haven’t posted bc i love too many of these T^T
but dw i did find one (it’ll be under the cut bc this got long jfc). i giggled a lot when writing it just because the back and forth with Liam and Mason interjecting was fun. also i picked this one to prove the dr geyer fic hasn’t been forgotten. i’ve just been….preocupied and going feral over immortal monkeys
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“I’m not here to start anything,” Mr. Doughlas said to them calmly. “I just want the mountain ash barrier open, mh?”
“Yeah, because this isn’t starting anything,” Liam growled.
Mr. Douglas smiled, sharp teeth in full display. Again, he twisted his claws in the chimera. Theo, again, kept quiet. The only indication he was in any being came from his winces. Liam can’t tell if he should be impressed or horrified that getting stabbed in the spine barely got a reaction out of Theo.
“This is simply a contingency. I just want the barrier open, then I’ll be out of your hair. I promise. No funny business.”
Theo chuckled (well, more like gurgled) and snorted.
“Says the Nazi.”
Douglas drove his claws further into Theo’s spine, polite smile cracking, in response. The chimera grunted, but Theo just laughed again.
“Sorry, sorry.” Theo’s smirk looked almost deranged with the blood coating his lips. “Nazi was the insult others threw at you, right?”
“He’s a Nazi?!” Mason shrieked.
Doughlas sighed, all politeness disappearing as he addressed them all.
“Must we obsess over my previous occupation? I don’t see how this is important. I was just a soldier there.”
“Oh yeah, being a part of a genocidal fascist group should totally be overlooked!” Liam exclaimed. “Not like you were involved in and advocated for any of that!”
“Yeah, it adds nothing for us to even slightly trust you,” Mason added.
#thanks for the ask!#asks#fanfic ask game#long post#yeah it was F that was giving me trouble lol I wanted to pick so many T^T#dr geyer fic
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forgotten birthdays
Fred Weasley x Slytherin!reader
requested: (anon) Hiii, can I request something aangsty with Fred Weasley and slytherin reader? Like he got mad for something, maybe jealousy bc reader was spending much time with her house mates and he ignores her or says mean things to her but with a happy ending please 🥺
warnings: language
summary: Fred has his suspicions about your best friend and on the day of your birthday, he crosses the line which causes you to rethink your relationship
a/n: yoo this was hard to write for a quick second lol i hope you enjoy ~ plus, i got a new job so i'm in training and i'm so excited bc i've been wanting this job for so long (y/n/n = your nickname)
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It was getting irritating.
You love Fred with all your heart, but he needed to stop being jealous. Marcus Flint was, is, and always will just be a friend of yours. You two grew up together and are nearly attached to the hip. Never once had you two of you flirted or done anything together. It was purely platonic, but Fred insisted there was something.
And going to Marcus’ prefect dorm after every fight probably didn't help your cause all that well, but he's your best friend. Who else would you talk to? You didn't have many girlfriends and when Fred introduced you to Angelina, you had gotten into a big fight for no reason. But you never asked him to stop hanging out with her even though you wanted to.
You could tell she liked Fred, but you were confident enough to know that Fred would never do you wrong like that. So why does he think that of you? Why does he get to hang out with Angelina, but he gets angry when you barely say two words to Marcus?
It was hard, but you’d work it out and still love each other at the end of the day. But then your birthday came around, and you’d just about had it.
You woke up in a good mood; the river sent in flowing rays of sunlight. Not too blinding, but not too dim either. This would be the second time celebrating your birthday with your boyfriend and if last year was amazing, you couldn't wait to see what Fred had planned for you today.
You took your time getting ready; you put on more make-up than usual and rather than tying your hair up with a clip as you always did, you let it down and fixed some strays to better frame your face. When you walked into the common room, your best friend snuck up behind you and yelled in your ear, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Y/N!”
Your natural response was to duck down and cover your ears. You hated when he did that, but you still appreciate the sentiment. You punched his arm as you laughed. “That’s not funny.”
“Oh yeah, then why did I laugh?” Marcus joked. Malfoy and his friends were behind him chuckling, all boys greeting you and wishing you a happy birthday. Marcus flung his arm around your shoulder and walked with you to get breakfast.
Once in the Great Hall, you saw Fred and his friends all laughing at the Gryffindor table and just when you were about to break free from Marcus’ hold, he pulled you back, “Oh no you don’t. You have all day to hang out with Weasley and company, but right now, you are gonna have at least one meal with your best friend.” You weren't going to argue; you didn't want to. If you wanted to sit with Fred, you wouldn't have to put up a fight, you would just do it. At your Slytherin table were Marcus’ other friends, Adrian Pucey and Terence Higgs. You sat in between them and pulled your hood up when they started embarrassing you by singing a birthday song. It was starting to be a great day.
However, across the Hall was Fred glaring daggers at your best friends’ arm around you. He couldn't hear what was going on, either due to the fact that you were pretty far from where he sat, or from jealous rage. “Freddie, you alright?” George asked his brother. “Yeah, just fine, Georgie.” He couldn't stand Flint. He would be enraged with every glance towards you, every whisper in your ear during class, and every time he made you laugh. Fred was sure that Flint was in love with you, but because you grew up with him you were too blind to see it. He was convinced that at any given moment, your ‘best friend’ would take advantage of you.
What also made him upset is that not only did you let Flint wrap his arm around you, you didn't even come say hi to your boyfriend. You always came every morning to his table to give him a morning kiss and sometimes even sat at the Gryffindor table.
In potions class, you sat and waited for your boyfriend to come through the doors. You weren't sure what to expect from him. Fred is an absolute wild card and could come through those doors with anything. And no matter what he brought, he’d for sure get in trouble with Snape.
When he walked through the doors with his brother and Lee, you sat up straight in your seat and waved at him. He saw you, but instead of smiling at you and taking the seat next to yours, he just looked away and sat on the other side of the room. Did something happen? You chose to ignore it until lunch rolled around and he still hadn't come up to you to even say ‘hi’ to you. Had he forgotten your birthday? It could happen, but that doesn't explain why he looked to be in a bad mood.
Once your classes were finished, you walked up the changing stairs and said the password to the Gryffindor dorms. You remembered the updated password your boyfriend gave you the week before and it was your first time using it today.
You didn't know what to expect to see; you secretly wished that today was just a big prank and Fred had actually planned a surprise party of some sort. But when you stepped foot into the room filled with tones of red and gold, there was no party. Just Fred laughing with his friends like normal. Normal without you.
Lee’s laugh died down when he noticed you walking up to Fred. He noticed Lee getting quiet all of a sudden and asked him, “Why are you quiet all of a sudden?” He felt a tap on his shoulder and spun around. “What are you doing in here?”
“Why, are Slytherins not allowed inside?” you joked. Your voice was slightly quiet and had a slight sad tone to it. “I missed you today, is everything okay?”
“Yeah. Fine. I've just been busy. Like you have,” Fred didn't mean to sound so bitter, but he was getting tired of it. He was tired of being second best to Flint.
“What are you talking about?” you asked.
“You've been with Flint all day,” Fred explained himself. You rolled your eyes, two fingers grabbing the temple of your nose from it suddenly starting to become irritated like you were. “Merlin, this again? Freddie, we talked about this. Marcus is just a friend. He's my best friend.”
Fred scoffed, “Y/N/N, you may think that but he doesn't. You trust him too much to see it, but I do. He's not just a friend.”
“You’re friends with Angelina when you know she likes you. And I know it too, but I don't say anything because I don't want to be that girlfriend who controls her boyfriends,” you were tired of playing this game with him. Your voice was heard by everyone in the room and soon enough, tons of peers had all eyes on you. Some either decided to stay, and some like Neville decided to head straight into their dorm rooms and lock the door for safety.
“Me being friends with Angelina is nothing like you being friends with Flint and you know that,” Fred raised his voice louder than anyone’s probably heard him. George and Lee silently guided people out of the common room and up to the dorms. Some people looked over the stairs to get a view of the commotion downstairs. One of them being Angelina herself when she heard her name being called out.
“No you’re right, it's different because he’s not pining over me and waiting for me to become available,” your arms were flailing about in anger, pointing at nothing to put emphasis in your words.
“How many times do I have to say I don’t like Ang? It’s never going to happen!” Angelina heard from up the staircase. Everyone heard him, loud and clear. She ran into her dorm and slammed the door so hard that you could feel the walls shake. “Great,” Fred sighed in frustration. It wasn't the ideal way to let someone down. He intended on talking to her in private without listening ears so she wouldn't be embarrassed.
“I'm not saying you like Angelina. I know you don’t like Angelina. What I’m saying is that you’re wrong about Marcus. I know he doesn't like me, you're just acting insecure,” you yelled back at him..
“I don’t know why it’s so hard for you to see he has feelings for you, Y/N/N,” Fred yelled, “I see the way he looks at you in every class and in the Hall. But you’re too fucking stupid to see–,” he immediately stopped what he was saying.
You couldn't believe what he was telling you right now. You could handle him calling you naive, but stupid? This was low, even for him.
You were getting stares from everyone in the common room. Your pride was more than hurt in this moment; it was destroyed. No words came from your mouth as you were completely still in your seat on the couch. Your nails dug into your skin as it was formed into a tight fist. But the worst of all was that your lips were quivering and you had to fight the tears on your birthday.
Your fucking birthday.
“Well if it bothers you so much, then fine. I'll fix the problem,” you started to speak low for only him to hear you.
“How?”
“I’ll end the problem,” a single tear escaped and trailed down your cheeks. This was the last thing you wanted to do today, but you couldn't take it anymore. He was scared to ask, but his ego got in the way, “And what's the problem?”
“Us,” you stated. He started saying something, but you couldn't hear it as you left. No, you actively ignored everything he was saying at that point. The second you were outside, you started bawling. And you kept at it all the way to the Slytherin common room and into your room.
You paced around your room rubbing your hands on your arms to try and calm yourself down, but nothing was working. Before you even processed it, your legs took you to Marcus’ room without second thought. You continuously knocked on his door until he answered, shirtless and with sweatpants that looked like they were just thrown on.
“Listen, I know it’s your birthday but that doesn't mean that you can do whatever you want–,” he focused in on your face and saw your red cheeks and puffy eyes. You looked behind him and there was a girl with him who sat in his bed looking curious. He looked back to her and just simply ordered, “Out,” which got her moving in seconds.
Once she was gone, he pulled you in and shut his door. Marcus guided you to a black leather chair in his room. “Sit,” his voice was stern, but never harsh with you. “What happened?”
As if by cue, you broke down completely. “It's o-o-over.”
“What is?” he questioned. But piecing it together, there's only one reason you'd be this upset in his room.
He never really knew what to do in situations like when you'd have your usual arguments, always just telling you that everything will be fine and you and Fred would be fine in the morning.
But now, he was feeling two things. One, slight heartache that his best friend is upset in front of him and two, nearly absolute rage that Fred is such an idiot.
Marcus started rubbing your back, “Hey, look at me.” When you shook your head no, he gently tapped on your shoulders until you did. “You are gonna be fine. Okay? You will be fine. There's plenty of other guys here–”
“I don't want to be with other guys, Marcus. I want Fred. I love Fred. But,” you shrugged up both hands, “I don't know. I don't know.” Your best friend pulled you in for a hug.
“Hey, sleep here tonight. You shouldn't be alone right now, especially today.” You nodded your head and kept crying until you couldn't anymore.
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“HEY!” Marcus’ voice traveled beyond the corridors. Students were fleeing left and right to move out of his way as he made a straight line towards the group of Gryffindors who sat around a tree outside.
Before they could react to what was going on, Marcus punched one of the tall gingers in his abdomen. “OW, what was that for?!”
“You're going to apologize to Y/N right now,” Marcus demanded.
“You idiot, I'm George,” he corrected, still bent over and leaning on Lee for balance. “Shit, sorry.” Marcus looked at Fred and punched him in the same area quicker before Fred could block it. “You're going to apologize to Y/N.”
With a strain in his voice, Fred looked at the Slytherin in front of him, “What for, she broke up with me.”
“Okay, why? Because you're pathetic and insecure.”
“Is that what she told you?” Fred straightened himself up rubbing on the pain. “Of course she told you, she tells you everything.”
“Yeah, why wouldn't she? I'm her cousin,” Marcus pointed out. If he wasn't so mad, he would laugh at Fred's look of astonishment.
“No, you have different family names. And you don't even look related,” Fred wasn't buying it.
“That's because when I was eight, my dad married her aunt. I'm still her cousin,” Marcus explained.
“She never told me anything, how was I supposed to know?” Fred complained. George and his other friends left the two to argue by themselves but stood at a close enough distance to hear the conversation and be able to jump in if it were to get violent.
“Maybe if you got your head out of your ass, you would actually pay attention to her,” Marcus used his pointer finger to push against Fred’s forehead which caused the ginger to swat his hand away. “So get over whatever complex you have and apologize. If I'm being honest, there's plenty of Slytherins that can treat her better but she wants you for some reason.”
Fred knew he was right. And it was that reason why he always felt the way he did. You were enamored by many housemates, all handsome and rich. But you didn't like any of them. You love Fred. You love the lanky, devious, modestly handsome, funny Gryffindor more than anyone you've ever met.
Fred didn't say anything and walked away. His brother was asking where he was going but he didn't answer. Before he was out of Marcus’ sight, the Slytherin said one last thing, “By the way, I hope you know it was her birthday yesterday.”
Fuck. He picked up his pace and ran towards the dungeons. Halfway there, he figured that he didn't want to show up empty handed, so he made a detour to the greenhouse to 'borrow’ some flowers from Sprout’s personal garden.
You sat on one of the couches in your common room. Across from you was Adrian and Terence, arguing about some Ravenclaw girl. Some younger students passed by and whispered amongst themselves to which you didn't pay any mind to until you heard a third year say something about a Weasley being outside.
You knew it wasn't Ron because after his second year break in with Harry, he vowed that he'd never do it again. You stood up and nearly sprinted outside.
Fred was standing awkwardly outside. He tried to get a student to ask for you to come outside but they would all just scrunch their noses in disgust and keep walking. “Annoying little–”
“What are you doing here?” you asked. Your arms were crossed and you slouched your shoulders a bit. Fred noticed how your cheeks were swollen and the bags under your eyes were tinted a rosy pink. In his left hand, there was a single, large sunflower. He raised it in front of you, hoping you would accept it. “You know I’m allergic to those, right?”
Fred’s eyes bulged out. There is no way I didn't know this. Figuring he’s had enough torture, you spoke again, “I’m joking.”
“O-oh. Heh.” You grabbed the flower from him. “I’m… really sorry. I was such an arse–”
“You are an arse,” you corrected. “Yeah, you’re right. I should have trusted Flint. I should have trusted you. And if you’d let me, I want to prove that I do.”
You released a deep sigh and rubbed your forehead. “Freddie. You have to mean it this time. I can't keep going back and forth with you like this. You can't throw a fit every time I hang out with Marcus. Or Adrian. Or Terence.”
“So is that a yes?” Fred persisted. You looked at him properly in his eyes; he seemed sincere this time. And you could only hope that he was. With a nod of your head, Fred broke into smiles and picked you up from the floor and twirled you around. Your head was still sore from all the crying the night before, but you still had a smile on your face.
When he put you down, he took the hand that wasn't holding the flower and walked with you to the Great Hall for food. “So when were you going to tell me that Flint is your cousin?”
“I figured you’d find out at a family gathering or something had you waited a little longer.” He pinched your nose in response, “And you call me devious.”
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Hi love💕 I love your writings so much ahhhh and if you are still taking requests I would love a Fred or George fic where they are in Hogwarts and the reader (hopefully a Hufflepuff!) is two years below them, they are dating but reader is insecure because she thinks he is popular and she’s just an ordinary puff? And he didn’t help because his flirty nature, but he realize it’s hurting her and scared that he’ll lose her to another boy, anyways angst with a very fluffy ending? Thank you so much❤️
hello, my love! thank you aa ❤️❤️ i'm so sorry it took so long, hope you enjoy it! 💞
warnings: agnsty but then fluffy ok, fem!hufflepuff!reader, the words 'fucking' and 'dumbass' like once or two times, kind of shitty just like my other pieces :p, did this with my boi Freddie bc I already have two imagines in mind for Georgie yeehaw, english is not my first language, so I'm sorry for any mistakes!
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You were now with Hannah and Susan, your best friends and housemates, discussing about the next Hogsmeade trip and what you three would do or buy there. Susan was excitedly talking about a new candy in Honeydukes, saying she wanted to try it when loud voices and cheering approached the corridor you three were sitting. Confusedly, you looked up, seeing the Gryffindor quidditch team and a few other people – mostly girls – surrounding them with dreamy smiles.
You smiled widely when you noticed your favourite ginger in the whole world in the middle of the crowd, but it soon disappeared from your face when you saw he wasn't alone. A girl, probably a 7th year, was shamelessly flirting with him, her arms wrapped around his left arm, a cheeky smile on her lips.
“You're so handsome, Freddie” you heard her saying with a squeaky, annoying voice, giggling.
“I have my charms, darling” he winked at her with a smirk and you felt your heart sink, the ghost of your smile completely leaving your face now.
Being a little younger and in a different house while dating Fred was something you were a bit insecure about. You were scared he would leave you for some older and more beautiful girl, probably a Gryffindor. You knew it was silly, since he always assured you that you were the only on in his heart, but his flirty nature wasn't really a big help. He flirted with everyone, even if just joking, but the main problem was that some girl actually flirted back, even though they knew about your relationship.
He was a Quidditch player and was really popular around the castle, so it was normal to see lots of people fangirling over him and George all the time, some even confessing to them and everything. And that made you feel insecure. I mean, you were just a 5th year Hufflepuff, you were just you and he is Fred fucking Weasley, the Gryffindor's team beater and one of the Weasley twins. He deserved someone way much cooler than just you.
“If you excuse me now, lady, I'll see my girl” you heard him say before heading towards you and your friends with a smile on his face.
“Afternoon, ladies” he greeted the girls, who just said a quiet 'hi', and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer and placing a small kiss on your cheek “Afternoon, my love”
“Hey, Fred” you spoke softly, giving him a half-smile.
“Missed you today” he pouted, giving your cheek another kiss
“Missed you too” you replied, giggling a little before looking at the watch on your wrist, fake gasping as if you forgot something important “Hannah, Susan, we promised to help professor Sprout after class, remember?”
They looked a bit confused at first, but soon understood and smiled, getting up “I was almost forgetting about it!” Susan exclaimed.
“Guess we should get going now” said Hannah.
“Sorry, love” you said to Fred, giving him a quick peck on the lips before getting up with the girls “See you later?”
“Oh" he seemed upset, but nodded, smiling quietly “Of course. See ya”
Waving him goodbye, you left with the girls. You didn't know why you did this, you just needed some time alone. You were sad because of earlier, jealousy and insecurity taking control of your body. Seeing Fred upset just made you feel so terrible for doing it to him, but for now you needed some time, you would talk to him later.
“Care to explain why you did that?” Hannah asked when you were out of Fred's sight.
“I don't know, I feel so stupid now. Did you see his face when we left?” you whined, considering coming back and apologize to him.
“Is that because of that Ravenclaw girl?” Susan asked quietly and you nodded slowly.
You didn't notice when, but you were already on the Hufflepuff common room, heading to your dorm with Hannah and Susan in front of you. You then threw yourself in your bed, face buried in your pillow. “Do you think he would prefer to be with her? Like, she's beautiful and older and she's a Ravenclaw, she must be really smart” your voice came out muffled because of the pillow, but apparently the girls understood it.
“Of course not, (Y/n/n)” they said in unison, sitting on the bed beside you.
“You're amazing, and he would have to be really dumb to break up with someone as fantastic as you” you heard Susan's kind voice, her hand caressing your back softly.
“But he flirted back” you lifted your head from the pillow and then sat up “I mean, he flirts with everybody, I'm not even sure if he really likes me”
“Are you joking?!” Hannah exclaimed, making you and Susan look at her “You've been together for over a year and besides, have you seen the way that dumbass looks at you?! He looks at you as if you were the most precious and beautiful thing in the whole world, he literally gives you heart eyes, you blind little shit! Trust me when I say he would never leave you for some other girl.”
Your eyes then filled with tears, guilty flooding your body when you remember how shitty you treated Fred a few minutes ago because you were jealous. “I'm so idiot”
“Shut up, you're not” Susan said “You should talk to him about it, you know”
Nodding quietly, you smiled at them two. “I'll do it after dinner. Thanks.”
~
During dinner you were a little quieter than usual, but still chatted with your friends. You were staring at Justin's dirty nose, trying to hide your laughter while drinking your pumpkin juice.
“What is it, (Y/l/n)? Am I so good-looking you can't take your eyes off of me?” he asked chuckling and you playfully rolled your eyes.
“You wish, Finch-Fletchley” you replied “Your nose is dirty, did ya know it?”
When you were about to hand him a napkin, two strong arms were wrapped around your waist from behind, making you jump in surprise. “Bloody hell!” You didn't even need to turn around to see it was Fred, his laugh and his cologne announcing it was him. “I almost had a heart attack, you prat!”
“Always a drama queen, aren't you?” he joked, taking your hand in his before turning to your friends “If you excuse me now, I'll steal my girlfriend for a while”
You got up with a silly smile on your face, seeing Susan's and Hannah's reassuring smiles before you started following Fred. He seemed nervous, so you squeezed his hand to let him know you were here for him, which made him give you a half heartedly smile while leading you to Merlin knows where. He finally stopped when you two reached a desert corridor.
“I have something to ask you” he said nervously, which was really weird since he's always so out going and confident all the time.
“Go on” you spoke quietly, getting nervous as well.
“Earlier today” he started “were you ignoring me? Like, when I arrived where you and the girls were you looked a little sad and cold towards me and then left as soon as possible. Did something happen?”
You didn't know what to answer, your mouth opened and closed while trying to let the words leave it, but they never did. He looked hurt and that broke your heart. You even though about lying and saying everything was fine, but you decided against it and realised it was better if he knew how you feel, because it's unfair of your part to keep things as secrets and then treat him badly because of it later.
Sighing, you looked at him “Actually, yes, there is something that have been bothering me for a while”
“What is it, love? Please tell me” he asked, holding your hands in his, looking you straight in the eyes.
“I saw that Ravenclaw girl flirting with you earlier and it made me upset because I thought you would prefer her since she's older and more beautiful than me, then I got insecure about it and you flirted back and-”
He cut you off by softly pressing his lips to yours in a sweet kiss, his hands resting on your hips as your hands found their way to his soft hair. You two slowly pulled apart after a few minutes so you could breathe again, resting your forehead against each other's with a soft smile on both your faces. He carefully cupped your cheeks and pressed a kiss to your nose.
“She's absolutely nothing compared to you, princess” he said “You're the only one I see and will always be. I'm really sorry if I hurt you, it wasn't my intention.”
“I know, I'm sorry for not telling you about it” you quietly said, smiling softly at him “I love you, Freddie”
His eyes widened in surprise, a huge smile forming itself on his swollen lips as he connected your lips again in a soft yet long kiss, both of you smiling in the middle of the kiss. It was the first time you said I love you and you couldn't think of a better time to say it, you have been dating for over one year and you were more than sure about your feelings for Fred.
“I love you too” he replied when you pulled apart again, peppering your face with little kisses “So, so much. Please don't ever doubt that, my lovely baby”
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Rereading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Chapter Eight - The Wedding
- i always forget that harry has to be ‘cousin barny’ at the wedding and then he pops up as a weird looking redhead kid and it cracks my shit up
“When I get married,” said Fred,
ouch. was not expecting to be STABBED IN THE HEART so early on
Lupin gave him a swift smile, but as soon as they turned away, Harry saw Lupin’s face fall again into lines of misery.
it really grinds my gears that remus has to be sad basically this entire book - reason 34892 why him and tonks shouldn’t be together
- WHAT UP XENOPHILIUS BOI!!!!!! youre everything i aspire to be and more
“Hello, Harry!” she said.
“Er - my name;s Barny,” said Harry, flummoxed.
“Oh, have you changed that too?” she asked brightly.
“How did you know - “
“Oh, just your expression.”
lol i love luna lovegood.
- i wont quote all of this but if you want some light hearted lovegood family fun please turn to page 140 and treat yo self
“...and your hair is much too long, Ronald, for a moment I thought you were Ginerva. Merlin’s beard, what is Xenophilius Lovegood wearing? He looks like an omelet. And who are you?” she barked at Harry.
aunt muriel sounds like an absolute joy (read: BETCH)
- to make matters worse aunt muriel also said hermione had bad posture and skinny ankles SO mam can go
“He used to down an entire bottle of firewhisky, then run onto the dance floor, hoist up his robes, and start pulling bunches of flowers out of his -”
BIG MOOD
- YALL VIKTOR KRUM IS HERE. im calling the police
- lol ok but bright side, jealous is ron is cute
Fleur was wearing a very simple white dress and seemed to be emitting a strong, silvery glow. While her radiance usually dimmed everyone else by comparison, today it beautified everybody it fell upon. Ginny and Gabrielle, both wearing golden dresses, looked even prettier than usual, and once Fleur had reached him, Bill did not look as though he had ever met Fenrir Greyback.
i dont really have anything to say about this other than its a really sweet, beautiful description and makes me kinda want to cry.
“Come and dance,” he added abruptly to Hermione.
She looked taken aback, but pleased too, and got up. They vanished together into the growing throng on the dance floor.
“Ah, they are together now?” asked Krum, momentarily distracted.
“Er - sort of,” said Harry.
lol my romione trash ass is LIVINg for this
- this chapter is especially hilarious bc i keep forgetting that harry isnt harry and so everyone who he talks to is like ‘who tf is this lil red head kid’
- harry is so fucking awkward hes just like having a normal convo with krum and is suddenly like “GREGOROVITCH” like boi dont just yell out the first thing that comes into your head
Fred and George had long since disappeared into the darkness with a pair of Fleur’s cousins
y am i jealous rn
- elphias doge is a sweet precious angel man who i want to hug
“Rita Skeeter? Oh, I love her, always read her!”
Harry and Doge looked up to see Auntie Muriel standing there.
ANOTHER REASON MURIEL IS TRASH
- ok i know i LITERALLY just said muriel is trash but at the same time shes raising some good questions - like about ariana being hidden and locked in a cellar etc etc (still hate her and love dumbledore but JUST SAYIN)
Numbly Harry thought of how the Dursleys had once shut him up, locked him away, kept him out of sight, all for the crime of being a wizard. Had Dumbledore’s sister suffered the same fate in reverse: imprisoned for her lack of magic?
my heart is literally breaking. i hate this
Harry felt drained, empty. Never once, in six years, had Dumbledore told Harry that they had both lived and lost loved ones in Godric’s Hollow.
OK IM CRYING NOW. bc i love dumbledore but seriously the fact that he chose to keep SO much from harry the whole time he knew him hurts me
- AAAAAAAND ministry has fallen, scrimgeour is dead, and this wedding is over yall
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(Okay, so I’m starting a little “series” thing. I’ve got ideas for all of the Potter-Malfoy kids and I’ll be releasing drawings and headcanons of them. I hope you enjoy!!)
The first of the Potter-Malfoy kids I’d like to introduce you to are Anita and Lyra, the oldest.
I imagine there’s lots of muggle-born kids who are given up because of their parent’s thinking their demonic or whatever
+ there’s no way any magical government would let them just grow up in foster homes bc they may give off bursts of magic which is multiple kinds of dangerous
+ since there’s not a humongous wizard population, there’s the possibility that there’s a huge international wizard foster home/orphanage.
I imagine it’s quite multicultural and if a child ends us spending most of their childhood there, it is made sure that they keep their language and culture intact.
there are of course kids of other blood statuses, but it’s probably about 75% muggle-born
So, on another note: Harry and Draco get married fairly early (about 2000, when their both 19.)
because there’s a huge rush to do things after the war.
everyone who was caught up in it have this urgency in their lives after feeling like they could lose everything in a blink of an eye.
So all these kids go into their adult lives doing things in a rush. they go after their jobs, move back to be near their families, travel, get married etc.
Harry and Draco move back to Grimould place bc, even though Harry has shit memories there, he feels the need to continue making it a place full of love. Something it wasn’t when sirius was there.
+ since it has (yet again) gone into a bit of disrepair Draco slaps on an apron and cleans the entire fucking house with the help of Molly (bc what are household spells ??? How do those ???)
also when Molly gets over Draco’s past and gets to know him she fucking lovES him
So Draco + Harry have only been married for a year when they decide they want kids.
the big house was so quiet and they both want to be parents so badly, to be the fathers they never had.
so they travel out to this international foster home and decide they want a new born child to be their first, so that they can get the “whole experience”. They go through all the background checks and procedures to make sure they’re fit parents.
from there on it’s a waiting game
they’re notified in December of 2001 that the home has acquired two children from a woman who had given birth days ago + Draco and Harry immediately drop everything to rush down there
Anita + Lyra specific:
They’re twin muggle born girls from Morroco and they’re beautiful
Draco and Harry fell in love with them instantly and adopt them within the week
Draco is absolutely adamant about naming all their kids after constellations as the Black family tradition goes. Thus, Lyra (Narcissa) and Anita (Lily) are decided on.
Harry’s totally fine with and suggests that they just take the Malfoy name but Draco’s just like ??? are you insane ? your famous and my family’s nearly extinct ? They’ll have both our names and can decide if they want to go by one or the other (or both) ??
They’re identical and after having an extremely hard time telling them apart, Draco goes and buys these head bands, one with flowers and one with stars. Anita is given the flowers and Lyra the stars
They’re just bursting with magic from day one. So much so that Draco + Harry are constantly cleaning up things they’ve shattered. But they love it, really.
Draco is a stay at home dad bc he can’t stand working at the ministry for another second
they try their best to keep their culture with them and buy tons of muggle books to learn Arabic and teach the girls Arabic
Harry is “bābā” and Draco is “daddy”
Anita is very soft and says ‘OH!’ (which turns into damn! as she gets older) every time anything is dropped or she accidentally breaks something. She insists on helping cleaning or cooking. She’s a bit shy and smiles with her nose crinkled. She’s incredibly smart but can get herself into mischief and is a bit too good at lying for Harry’s comfort
Lyra is a bit more reckless. She’s always laughing and snarking and getting into trouble. But she wears her heart on her sleeve and is so easy to read. she’s also a bit of a whirlwind of emotions. She empathizes so hard with everyone around her that it’s hard for her not to get frustrated
Lucius - who already had an incredibly hard time warming up to the whole Harry and Draco idea in the first time - absolutely flips out when he hears that they’ve adopted muggleborns
+ Draco is just not fucking having it though.
and in a heated argument tells Lucius that he’d chose “his girls” over his “shite father” any day and that if Lucius he has a problem with his granddaughters than he has no business coming around Draco’s family ever again because they will not stand that kind of prejudice anymore
therefore, the only of his friend’s kids he can allow around L + A is are Blaise’s. (bc Blaise’s mother was nOT here for Voldemort in the first place and neither really was Blasie when push came to shove. ive got about a billion head canons about Blaise’s mum. Someone ask me some day )
Narcissa on the other hand is thrilled when Draco tells her she’s a grandmother. She adores them and spoils them with Andromeda. (bc after the war Narcissa stopped giving two flying fucks about the constricted “perfect pureblood” mess she grew up in and for once in her life is just her god damn self, fuck everyone else.)
She eventually brings Lucius around. And though, Draco still holds bitterness about the whole situation, he gets past it after Lucius does.
Lucius also comes to adore the girls and continues to try to buy them things that are waaay too expensive and grand + Draco is just like “no no no no no. you’re not giving 3 year olds two of the latest broom models. Those are for full grown professional quidditch players for Merlin’s sake!”
Draco is wonderful parent but is very helicopter-esque about the kids getting hurt or doing anything remotely dangerous
while Harry likes to do the whole “living room wrestling” and “foot races through the mud” sort of thing.
They eventually create a sort of back yard for the kids at Grimould (sort of like the suitcase world Newt had but obviously smaller) for the kids to race around on their (toddler sized) broom sticks
They’re both Slytherins and like a scarier more lowkey Fred and George
Mcgonagall has a mini heart attack when she see’s their names on the list of first years (bc what thE FUCK THOSE TWO ARE MARRIED WITH chILDREN)
they both decide to go with “Potter-Malfoy” in whole half bc they love people’s expressions when hearing it but on their quidditch jerseys Anita has Potter and Lyra has Malfoy. Anita is a beater and Lyra is a keeper
#shit that was long#drarry#drarry squad#draco malfoy#harry potter#the potter malfoy kids#fanart#the potter-malfoy kids
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