#when Fred and George did this 😂 😂 😂
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I Will Always See You - Fred Weasley x Reader
Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader
Prompt: nothing…I just love Fred Weasley J.K did him dirty if you ask me…my poor baby. 😭
Warnings: smut, if you squint praise kink and begging kink.
Thank you to @lets-imagine-fanfics my beta for editing this thought I'm sure as an avid Fred Weasley fan she likely had no problem! 😂
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You walked down the hall, your arms wrapped around your books as you silently made your way back to the Gryffindor common room. You were thinking about your Herbology homework listing off things you needed or would have to do when your felt a gust of wind at either side of you.
Your eyes immediately spotted the Weasley twins running so fast, the only reason you knew it was them was because of their vibrantly orange hair, you rolled your eyes and opened your mouth to shout at them but before you could, they skid to a stop and glanced behind them towards you.
“Boys no running in the halls.” You huffed as they gave you matching smirks.
“Oh, if it isn’t our favourite head girl.” Fred grinned mischievously as they began walking next to you.
“Don’t think because you compliment me, Fred Weasley, that I’ll forget that you were running in the halls.” You scoff as you held your head up.
“I’m not Fred I’m George.” He stated with a frown on his face.
You rolled your eyes and turned to the real George looking him up and down before giving him a smirk. He flushed a little under your scrutinising gaze but said nothing to give away their game.
“Nope, that’s definitely George.” You stated as you pat Georges flushed cheek before turning to Fred who glared down at you suspiciously.
“And you are most definitely Fred.” You chuckled as you pat his chest as he continued to glare at you.
You stride ahead of them with a satisfied smirk on your face as you quickly forget about your homework in favour of thinking about Fred. You’d be lying if you said the twins weren’t handsome but Fred for some reason held way more of your attention. George was sweeter, slightly more shy than Fred and he also had a mole on the side of his neck while at Fred had two scars on his face that were barely noticeable.
Fred was always more confident and always the one to instigate their pranks and mischief. It’s another reason you had a giant crush on Fred, not that anyone knew that with how you would constantly reprimand him for ignoring the rules.
You liked to keep to yourself for most part but you enjoyed hanging out with Harry and his friends even though you were in the Weasley twins year. You shook the thoughts of Fred to the back of your mind as you finally arrived at the portrait to the Gryffindor common room.
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You giggled at something Hermione said to Ron as you nibbled on some toast with jam on it. Harry rolled his eyes at the pair about to reprimand his friends, however he was instantly interrupted when the Weasley twins slid into the small spaces at either side of you.
Your eyes flickered between both twins before noting they had their homemade sweaters from Molly. The only thing that wasn’t right was that Fred was wearing George’s and George was wearing Freds. You frowned a little but figured they must’ve done it by accident.
“Fred, mum said you need to send her a letter. Said she hasn’t heard from you in a few days.” Ron muttered to George making you roll your eyes a little however instead of Fred piping up George did and suddenly you realised their game.
“I will tonight.” George answered making you literally bang your head off of the table, narrowly avoiding your plate.
“What on earth are you doing?” Hermione snorted making you look up at them with a glare firmly in place.
“Ron, how can you not tell your brothers apart?” You laughed making him frown a little.
“There literally wearing their tops.” Ron snorted making you roll your eyes.
“That’s Fred.” You said pointing at the twin wearing the sweater with the G.
“How?” Fred exclaimed with a deep frown on his face, making you roll your eyes once again.
“Because I can. Why, pray tell, does it bother you so much?” You asked him seriously making him puff out his cheeks in a childish manner.
“Even our own mum gets confused sometimes, I don’t see how you can tell better than literally anyone.” Fred stated uneasily as his two brothers nodded in agreement.
“I’m sure someone else in this room can too.” You huffed with a small smile making them glance at one another.
“No. Even Ang almost kissed Fred last week.” George snorted making you visibly cringe a little before giving them a sympathetic smile.
You giggle a little as Hermione says something about Fred being a bigger arsehole making everyone burst out laughing. The rest of the day went by without anyone mentioning the fact that you could tell them apart better than anyone.
That was until you arrived at your bedroom to find Ginny and Hermione waiting there with raised brows and inquisitive looks. You frowned at the girls, silently asking why they were in your room.
“So which one is it?” Ginny asked with a subtle smirk on her lips.
“What on earth are you two talking about?” You snorted as you put your books on the bedside table next to your bed.
“Which twin do you fancy?” Hermione asked confidently making your eyes widen a little.
“W-What makes you think I fancy Fred or George?” You stuttered, heat slowly creeping up your face until you felt like steam was coming out your ears.
“Fred.” Ginny and Hermione say at the same time, looking father proud of themselves.
“I do-what I mean is that I- Fine, I fancy Fred!” You had tried to get out of it but honestly, you’d been dying to tell someone since you first started crushing on him in your 3rd year.
“Oh my Merlin, that feels amazing to get off my chest! God, I fancy the bloody pants off him! He’s so tall, handsome, funny, confident, did I say handsome? Then he’s got these eyes that are just so expressive. I can always tell when he’s about to do something that’ll get him in trouble because he gets these little creases at the corner of his gorgeous eyes, when he tries to keep the smile off his face. There was one time I accidentally saw him without hi-”
“Too much information!” Ginny yelled making you flush bright red.
“S-Sorry.” You whispered softly making her shake her head at you.
“How long has this been going on?” Hermione laughed as she raised her brows at you.
“3rd year.” You whispered avoiding all eye contact.
“That’s since my 1st year! I’m in my 5th year!” Hermione exclaimed like it was something you didn’t already know.
“I’m aware 4 years…god that’s so pathetic.” You sighed heavily as you flopped onto your bed face first.
“It’s not that bad.” She tries but you just lift your head to glare at her.
“Being a 17 year old girl who never kissed a guy let alone dated one isn’t embarrassing at all.” You laughed sarcastically as you flipped you head back down screaming into the pillow.
“You haven’t had your first kiss?” Ginny exclaimed making you roll over onto your back, staring at the ceiling with a pout.
“I know, even Ron has had his!” You whined loudly making the girls pout down at you sympathetically.
“Why don’t you just ask him out?” Ginny asks with a raised brow making the sit up to look at her like she’d grown another head.
“Have you lost the plot, Ginny? Did your crush on Harry turn your head to mush?” You asked seriously making her face turn the same colour as her hair.
“She’s not wrong you know? You’re a beautiful, smart and kind young woman! Why shouldn’t you be the one to ask him out?” Hermione exclaimed happily making you raise a brow at her.
“Oh yes and how is Ronald?” You deadpanned making her turn bright red too.
“Yes, well that boy is about as slow as a sloth at times! I’m working on it.” She stated seriously holding her head high.
“Just tell him how you feel.” Ginny says calmly as her face begins to return to her pale skin tone.
“I’ll think about it.” You answered honestly making them roll their eyes playfully.
You girls spent the rest of the night gossiping and giggling knowing tomorrow was a weekend and you wouldn’t have to be up for classes. You all eventually passed out on your double bed laughing at something on Hermione’s muggle phone.
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When you woke up the girls were gone and you realised, they had probably gotten dressed and gone to breakfast. You dragged yourself out of bed and began your normal morning routine until you finally stood in front of your mirror freshly washed and dried, hair in two French plaits and your makeup simple, with subtle goldish eyeshadow, a spell to make you lashes appear longer and fuller and some nude lipstick.
You decided you’d be a little more daring with your outfit today and slid on your custom Gryffindor sports bra along with your high waisted denim skirt and your plain white Nike trainers that Hermione had bought you last year from muggle London. You threw on your oversized white knitted cardigan, you may be feeling more daring than usual but no jacket with this outfit choice didn’t feel in your comfort zone. Before adding the last touched with your rings, triple chain necklace and your Gryffindor bucket hat over your braids. The outfit was kind of sporty but in a cute way.
When you finally arrived, a few students were staring as you entered the hall but you ignored it as you made your way to where the others were sat. You plopped down right in the middle of the twins who were staring at your attire rather openly. You shot them both glares before you began putting food on your plate.
“Well, hello there. Where have you been hiding those legs, darling?” George exclaimed in a flirtatious way that had you frowning at him.
“I’m telling Angie.” You smirked at George making him go wide eyed.
“I really thought that was gonna work.” George huffed with a childish pout on his lips.
“Sorry, boys, you won’t catch me out.” You giggled as you looked over to Fred who was still staring silently.
You caught his eyes, staring into them with a hint a seductiveness and mischief. You fluttered you lashes at him not saying anything as his cheek tinged with a slight pink hue. He instantly looked away as if to hide his face behind his hair, ignoring the look George gave him as he tried to jump into another conversation.
You took it as a win.
Once you'd all finished breakfast you wandered back to the common room and made yourself comfortable on the couches around the fire. Everyone began talking amongst themselves about different things as you began telling Ginny about something that had happened the day before the twins interrupted everyone in the group.
“Okay, so we’ve decided we’re gonna challenge Y/N to a guess ‘which twin’ special edition!” George announced making everyone including you, roll their eyes in exasperation.
“Are you guys seriously still stuck on this?” You groaned making them nod in unison with each other.
“Fine let's just get this over with.” You huffed as you stood up in front of them.
“First round, we’re gonna wear the same thing and only have our faces visible. Second round you’ll have to tell us apart by sound and finally by touch!” Fred announced making your eyes widen at the prospect.
“Hey, I never said I could do it without looking!” You complained making them smirk like they’d won.
“But I’ll try.” You added through gritted teeth.
“Hermione, film this poppycock on your muggle phone. This is gonna be bloody brilliant.” Ron snorted as Hermione nodded in agreement.
The twins ran upstairs as quickly as they could only gone for a few minutes before they came down n black jeans and a black turtle neck. You rolled your eyes before glancing at the others as if they would help stop this madness, however, they looked at you expectantly only making you groan in frustration.
“Ron you’re their brother you can tell them apart, right?” You snorted as he looked at you with a fearful gaze as if scared to answer.
“Can no one?” You added glancing at Harry, Ginny and Hermione.
They all shook their head as you glanced at the boys, immediately spotting which was Fred even though they’d switched themselves around when you had been looking at the others. You rolled your eyes and patted Freds chest with a smile on your face.
“Fred.” You muttered making everyone gape at you including the twins.
“Here’s a blindfold.” Hermione laughed as she waited for Fred to tie that around your eyes.
You wouldn’t likely be able to do the last two things but you’d give it your best shot just to shut the boys up. You could feel the boys breathes brushing across your ears as they leant down to talk into your ear.
“Can you tell who-”
“-Is who.” They both muttered finishing each other's sentence.
“Say my name.” You asked calmly making them chuckle at the side of you.
“Y/N.” You couldn’t quite tell to be honest but the second the other twin spoke you knew.
“Y/N.” Fred whispered against your ear; his voice wasn’t as deep as Georges however it sounded more soothing to your ears.
“This is Fred.” You grinned as you gripped the front of Fred turtle neck.
Everyone went silent so you went to take you mask off but Fred hand came up to stop you as there was the sound of moving around. You stood still and allowed them to move where they wanted before you felt someone touch your arm making you jump a little.
“Okay, its Hermione I’m gonna guide you to one of the boys and you go from there.” She chuckled as she walked you a few feet before lifting your hand so it was on top of one of the twin's head.
You instantly brought your hand down straight to where you knew Fred’s scar would be but it wasn’t there so you smirked to yourself but continued to drag your hand down to cup his cheek. As he nuzzled into your hand you pulled back a slapped his cheek lightly before standing back and giggling to yourself.
“I thought I told you I’d tell Angie if you kept flirting, Georgie.” You snickered as you took off your blindfold.
“That is amazing! How did you do it?” Ron exclaimed excitedly as he began clapping and jumping up and down.
“I don’t know to be honest, I thought I would have failed both blindfolded challenges at least.” You giggled as you glanced at the twins who still looked beyond shocked.
Fred looked at you curiously, his eyes narrowed a little as if he was thinking about something when suddenly he stepped up and was in front of you with his arms crossed. You gave him a soft smile that made his posture drop a little but he still remained suspicious.
“There’s got to be some sort of tell.” Fred asked seriously making you frown. He seemed beyond upset about the fact that no matter what, you could spot him a mile away even next to his brother.
“Fine shall I list everything?” You scoffed in annoyance but he nodded like that was obvious.
“You have a small scar on your eyebrow, you also have a slightly rounder face. Not much but it’s there. You have a tiny scar on your nose. And you have abs. Where as George doesn-”
“How on earth do you know that?” Ron shouted making your face turn bright red.
“There was an incident last year at Christmas…” You mumbled shyly making Fred smirk down at you.
“Hey! I kind of have abs!” George shouts with a pout on his face.
“Can we move on?” You huffed softly making everyone nod in agreement.
“Your voice is slightly softer than George. You’re also more confident when you talk.” You added your last points.
“There’s are all points on how you can tell it’s Fred! What about me?” George scoffed making you puff out your cheeks in all hope that your face didn’t turn a deeper shade of red.
“You have a mole on your neck.” You supplied nervously making everyone roll their lips to stop from smiling or commenting.
“Aww I didn’t know you paid so much attention, darling.” Fred teased as he slung his arm around you, lowering himself so he was at your eye level.
“I-I don’t.” You stuttered as you glanced at Hermione who found the whole things hilarious.
“Doesn’t sound that way. Hmm, maybe we should go upstairs and find more differences.” Fred joked, wiggling his eyebrows at you making you turn so red you could practically feel your cheeks glowing.
You budge Fred away and slapped his arm a few times like his mother did when he was misbehaving. He faked a pained expression as he burst out laughing as you began chasing after him with your hat, slapping him with it as the others laughed at you.
“You, Fred Weasley, are a bloody menace.” You snapped as you went to sit on the couch next to Harry.
“You love me really.” He chuckled as he threw himself down next to you on the couch.
“In your dreams Weasley.” You snorted sarcastically causing him to grin from ear to ear.
“Oh, you do plenty of things in my dreams, love.” He flirted making your eyes widen.
“Ew. Get a room.” Ron faked gagged as Hermione nudged him and told him to shut it.
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You spent the rest of the morning hanging out with the twins. The younger kids had long since ran off claiming they had places to be and eventually so did George saying he had a date with Angie leaving you and Fred alone on the common room.
“Let’s play truth or dare.” Fred announced making you roll your eyes.
“There’s not enough people for that to be fun, and you know it.” You snorted as he pondered your words for a second.
“Okay, Hermione taught me one called two truths and a lie. You say three things, two have to be the truth, the other has to be a lie. I have to guess which one.” Fred supplies making you contemplate it for a second before giving him a nod telling him you agreed.
“Okay. I am failing herbology, I hate peas and I love your tiny little skirt.” He stated his last one making you turn a lovely shade of red, as you hit his chest playfully.
“You like peas. So hating them is a lie. Pervert.” You huffed before thinking of yours.
“I hate spring, I slept with a Slytherin once and I always carry sweets with me.” You almost laughed when you told the lie, but you held it in as you stared at him. He seemed to stiffen a little when you said you’d slept with a Slytherin but said nothing as he seemed to think about it.
“The sweets one is a lie.” He guessed making you gape at him.
You dug your hand into your pocket which had an extendable charm on him before dragging out a wrapped up sweet showing it to him with a smirk. He gasped at you before laughing a little and staring at you with inquisitive eyes.
“So which was the lie?” He asked softly making you grin.
“If you didn’t guess, you don’t get to know.” You chuckled humorously.
“That’s no fair!” He complained loudly making you giggle.
“Do you really think I’d sleep with a Slytherin?” You laughed making him shrug.
“I don’t know who you do in your spare time.” He snorted making you flush a little as you looked away hoping that would be the end on that conversation.
“Okay, your turn.” You muttered awkwardly as he seemed to think about it.
“I love snow, I have purple boxers on and I had a dirty dream last night.” He smirked as he said the last one making you roll your lips to hold your smile back.
“Pervert. The dreams a lie although that’s a guess because how would I know what colour your underwear is.” You laughed making him grin from ear to ear as he flashed you his purple boxers.
“I told you love. You do plenty of things in my dreams.” Fred teased as he threw his arms around you on the couch, his lips hovering near your ear.
“I have never kissed someone. I went on a date with Oliver and I fancy you.” You confidently stated a smirk on your face as his eyes widened.
“I mean you don’t fancy me so that has to be the lie. But I also don’t believe you’ve never had your first kiss so…I don’t know.” Fred grumbled as he stared off in deep thought.
Just then Oliver walked into the common room and Fred looked at him with wide eyes before you could stop him he shouted at Oliver.
“Did you go on a date with Y/N?” He asked making Oliver frown as you slapped your hand over you face in embarrassment.
“No, did ya want to go on a date, darling?” He chuckled softly his accent making it sound much smoother than you’d imagined. You let out a giggle as Fred seemed to be calculating something when suddenly his jumped up from his seat.
“You can’t have her she’s mine.” Fred grumbled as he pulled you up from the couch and began dragging you up to the boys dorm straight into his room before shutting the door.
His words were echoing in your head as he began pacing back and forth in front of you. I’m his? Did he mean that? Obviously your not ‘his’, you’re not even dating but for some reason you didn’t care. Just having him call you his was amazing.
“So you’ve never dated Oliver?” He confirmed making you nod silently.
“Which means you like me and you haven’t had your first kiss?” He questioned again but this time you made no move to nod just averted you eyes from him shyly.
Suddenly you were pinned to his bedroom door, his left hand pressed flat against the door while the other one lifting your head so you’d look at him. You stared into gorgeous brown eyes, it was like they were hypnotising you. Your breathing hitched in your chest as you tried not to lean into his touch.
“Answer me, love.” He demanded softly as his eyes flickered to your lips.
“Well, I g-guess there’s no use denying it now. Yes, I like you and no I have never been kissed or anything like that.” You answered truthfully making his pupils blow up swallowing the brown colour that was there.
“Can I claim your first kiss, pretty girl?” He whispered as he dipped down brushing his nose against yours.
“Please.” You sighed desperately, his breath fanning against your lips.
There were no more words exchanged as his lips pressed against yours. You gasped at the electric feeling of his lips massaging your own. He was taking it slow, but you could feel his desperation as his hand that was flat against the door clenched as if he was holding himself back.
Your arms reached up and wrapped around his neck as you pulled him against you. His fingers left your chin and wrapped around your waist as he got as close as he could whilst tilting his head to one side to deepen the kiss. His tongue swiped against your lower lip, begging for entrance which you gave him.
Despite it being your first kiss, you followed his movements easily as if you’d been doing this your whole life. His tongue tangling with yours as his hand dug into your denim covered hip before it cautiously slid around your love handles until his hand slid into your back pocket, squeezing your ass a little. You moaned into his mouth at the feeling causing him to pull away and look down at you with hooded eyes.
“Can’t be making sexy little noises like that, love.” Fred groaned as his head fell against your collar bone.
“Sorry, Freddie.” You whispered shyly as you let your hands fall from around his neck.
“I would really like if you would be my girlfriend?” He chuckled softly as he stood up straight, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
“I would very much love to be your girlfriend, Fred Weasley.” You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your head in his chest.
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The next few weeks went by quickly and everything kind of fell into place. You and Fred spend all your spare time together, you had even stayed the night in his room one time. So, when you woke up at almost 8am you decided to sneak into Freds room hoping he wouldn’t mind a few cuddles before breakfast.
You didn’t bother changing out of the oversized Gryffindor sweater that was Fred’s as you jogged out your room towards the boy's dorm. When you got to his door you quietly opened the door hoping not to wake him only to find Fred sat up, naked with his cock in his hand.
You instantly flushed but instead of covering your eyes you let yourself admire him. Your eyes flittering from his eyes to his lip slowly down until you reached his hardened member. You were embarrassed but you couldn’t take your eyes away for some reason. Your thighs clenching together as you felt yourself growing wet.
“Enjoying the view, love?” He groaned as he pumped his hand over his cock a few times.
“Can I touch you, Freddie?” You asked bravely his eyes widening a little as you approached the bed chewing on your bottom lip.
“Baby, you can do whatever you want to me.” He chuckled as he pulled you onto the bed kissing the spot just behind your ear.
You had a feeling when you asked to touch him, he thought you were going to give him a simple hand job however, what Fred didn’t know about you was you had a serious oral fixation so when you pushed away from him and leant down to lick the tip of his cock he jolted in shock as he gripped the sheets beneath him.
“You don’t have t-”
“Do you know why I have to carry sweets around with me?” You asked softly making him frown a little as he shook his head.
“I have an oral fixation.” You giggled making him groan a little.
“Then be a good girl and open your mouth, baby.” Fred growled as he ran his thumb against your lower lip.
You complied with his request swirling your tongue around the tip before taking him in your mouth. You couldn’t explain why but the feeling of his long-hardened member in your mouth caused you to groan as you tried to clench your thighs again, stroking attempting to get any kind of friction. You sucked on him like he was one of the lolly's you carried with you, savouring the slight salty taste at the head of his tip.
He must've been doing this for a while before you got here because he seemed ready to burst already and you'd barely done anything. You slid him further down your throat until you felt your nose touching his pubic bone. He moaned your name rather desperately as he took in the sight of you deep throating his cock.
“Fuck, I'm gonna finish, love.” He groaned as he tried to pull out your mouth but you pushed back down and began deep throating him whilst your hand reached up to massage his balls.
He finally let out a string of curses as he came down your throat watching intensely as he watched you swallow every drop, even licking him clean once you'd pulled away. He stared down at you in a mix of amazement and lust as he pulled you upwards until you were hovering over his chest. You barely had chance to be embarrassed when he sunk down the bed lower and pulled your panties to the side, his tongue instantly licking a stripe up your wet slit.
You moaned in desperation as you lifted the quidditch shirt so you could see him buried in your pussy. He gazed up at you darkly as he began licking and sucking at your swollen bundle of nerves. You whimpered as his fingers dug into your ass cheeks making you grind down onto his tongue, the whole thing was embarrassing but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.
He paused to help you tug off your panties before getting back into the same position, his tongue immediately getting to work again.
“Come on, sweet girl, use my tongue to get you off.” He pleaded before he continuously flickered his tongue over your clit.
“Fuck, Freddie.” You moaned loudly as you began thrusting against his tongue chasing the orgasm that was quickly building.
He kept still as he watched you unfold above him. You grabbed his hand and began sucking on two of his fingers which had him groaning beneath you as your thrusts became untimed, your orgasm finally ripping through you. You released his fingers and screamed his name as you finally climaxed against his tongue clenching against nothing.
Fred rolled over, flipping you on to your back, his face still between your thighs until he crawled upwards, his lips brushing against your neck leaving kisses and bites wherever his lips touched.
“Do you want to?” He trailed off but you knew what he meant and you nodded your head as you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him up for a kiss.
“Need you, Freddie.” You moaned as you thrust up grinding your wet heat over his erection.
“So needy aren’t you, baby?” He teased darkly as he gripped your hip with one hand and used the other to guide his member to your entrance.
He pushed his tip inside, stretching you out, as he slowly pushed more of himself inside. It didn’t overly hurt until he finally broke through your barrier but that may be to do with the fact that you had done nothing but touch yourself whenever you were alone. Your thoughts constantly consumed by Fred.
You whimpered a little as he finally pushed all the way in. You could feel him touching every inch of you the pain faded faster than it came, causing you to grind against him wanting him to move. He groaned against your neck as he started thrusting your tight heat fluttering around him.
“You feel so tight, princess.” He growled as he pushed himself up with his arms, staring into your eyes as you clenched around him at the sound of the new nickname he’d just called you. Such a royal and flowery title sounded so dirty but so right the way he said it.
“Well, that’s a development isn’t it, princess.” He chuckled darkly as he gripped your left ankle flipping your leg to meet you other one in a foetal position, before he manhandled you onto your stomach before pulling your ass up so you were face down ass up.
It shouldn’t be that hot to be manhandled.
He began thrusting inside of you slowly but deeply as you got used to the new position. You moaned with almost every thrust of his hips, his hand slid from your hips to your ass cheeks, squeezing them harshly. The feeling of his hands on your ass had you moaning out his name loudly.
What happened next shocked you a little but more than anything it turned you on so much. His hand came down across your ass causing you to let out a small squeak of surprise before your pussy clenched around him tightly.
“I’m finding out all sorts of dirty little kinks you have, princess.” Fred mocked huskily as he bent over to press kisses on your spine, making you shiver; his thrusts turning torturously slow.
“No fair, wanna know your kinks.” You pout cutely over your shoulder making him smirk a little, at least until you flutter your lashes.
“Please.” As you muttered that tiny word, Fred’s smug face dropped into a dark lustful gaze as you felt him pulse against your walls.
“Is that one, Freddie? Hmm like it when I beg.” You teased as you pushed back to meet his slow thrusts causing him to go so deep your saw stars.
“Please, need you to fuck me with your big cock, Freddie. P-Please.” You moaned as you clenched around him.
“You beg so pretty, princess.” He growled against your back as his hand slid under you wrapping around your throat.
He lifted you both to an upright kneeling position, his hand resting loosely against your neck while his other wound down to start massaging your clit as he began fucking you harshly. The new speed causing your eyes to roll back as you threw your head back against his collar bone and turn to look at him as you felt your orgasm building up once again.
“I’m so close, baby.” He moaned huskily into your ear before pressing a sweet kiss to your temple.
“Gonna cum inside me, Freddie?” You moaned with a filthy grin on your face making him growl against your cheek as his hand gripped your throat harder.
“Cum slut too, baby?” He whispered with a harsh dominance that had you gasping in a silent scream.
His fingers sped up on your clit as his thrust grew faster and faster as you whimpered against his neck. He began leaving hickeys on your neck as his hand gripped your hip as he began ramming into you like an animal.
“That’s it, princess, take it like a good girl.” He growled against your skin as his hands kept drawing soft but fast circles on your clit.
“I’m cummin’, Fred.” You moaned loudly as you grind into his fingers.
“Cum all over my cock, baby.” He whispered filthily in your ear making your orgasm rip through you, your sight became blurred and floaty as you zoned out for a second, thankfully you came back to, just in time to see Fred brows furrowed, biting his lip as he came inside you.
You stayed for a few minutes, using each other’s bodies to prop you up as you both recovered. When he finally looked down at you, you met his eyes and smiled up at him with a soft gaze.
“If it wasn’t obvious, that was amazing.” You giggled lazily making him chuckle.
“Yes it was.” He agreed as he finally pulled out.
You cleaned yourself up a little with wipes he gave you before coming back into bed with Fred and curling up together. Both of you drifting off rather quickly.
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Years later...
You could feel Fred’s naked chest against your back, so you spun around and snuggled into his naked chest but something felt off. That wasn’t Fred.
“George, what are you doing in mine and Fred’s bed?” You grumbled as you looked up at him with tired eyes.
“For the love of Merlin!” Fred exclaimed from somewhere outside the bedroom.
He came into the room with the tiny version of him tottering behind him. You smiled at the sight rolling over and picked up your little girl from the floor.
“I thought for sure you’d not recognise me if you were half asleep.” He grumbled with a pout.
“Even our daughter can’t tell!” He huffed making you laugh a little.
“She’s 3.” You deadpanned as George slid his T-shirt back on.
“We’ve been together 7 years, 4 of which we were married. Let it go, baby.” You chuckled as you stroked your daughters curly ginger hair away from her face.
“Maybe.” He snorted as he flopped on the bed as George muttered something about coffee, leaving the room.
“I love you, Fred Weasley.” You giggled as you bent down to peck his lips.
“I love you too, Y/N Weasley.” He replied with a smug smirk on his face.
#fred weasley#fred weasley x reader#the weasley twins#reader insert#harry potter#potterhead#mischief managed#guess the twin#smut#fred weasley smut#hogwarts#headgirl!reader#head girl
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Okay, I blame @maleliddell for making me think about this, but...this Lunar New Year marks the year of the Dragon, right? And the thought occurred to me that Charlie would be so disappointed if it turned out he was not born in the year of the Dragon, so I looked it up. And when I did, I found out something that just cracks me up.
Charlie was born in 1972...year of the Rat. As in Percy's-pet-Scabbers Rat.
So yeah, definitely sad Charlie, knowing he wasn't born in year of the Dragon. But to rub some salt into the wound, you want to know which Weasley was born in the year of the Dragon?
PERCY.
Yes. The least outdoorsy, hot-tempered, and wild of all of the Weasleys was born in 1976, a year associated with Charlie's favorite magical creature. Sorry, I just find that absolutely hysterical. 😂
(The other Weasleys' Chinese zodiac signs under the cut, just for kicks!)
Arthur ~ 1950 ~ Year of the Tiger
confident, brave, magnetic, idealistic, thrill-seeking, arrogant, selfish; symbolizes bravery
Molly ~ 1949 ~ Year of the Ox
diligent, gentle, hardworking, reliable, patient, materialistic, stubborn; symbolizes diligence
Bill ~ 1970 ~ Year of the Dog
helpful, honest, trustworthy, unselfish, pessimistic, anxious, timid; symbolizes protection
Charlie ~ 1972 ~ Year of the Rat
ambitious, charming, talkative, resourceful, private, frugal, critical; symbolizes wisdom
Percy ~ 1976 ~ Year of the Dragon
outspoken, energetic, generous, intelligent, perfectionistic, egocentric, impatient; symbolizes authority and good fortune
Fred and George ~ 1978 ~ Year of the Horse
amusing, enthusiastic, independent, persuasive, irresponsible, moody, opportunistic; symbolizes indomitable spirit
Ron ~ 1980 ~ Year of the Monkey
entertaining, intelligent, optimistic, sociable, fickle, secretive, unpredictable; symbolizes cunning
Ginny ~ 1981 ~ Year of the Rooster
adventurous, charitable, funny, loyal, argumentative, boastful, self-involved; symbolizes punctuality and fidelity
#hphm#hogwarts mystery#charlie weasley#percy weasley#arthur weasley#molly weasley#bill weasley#fred weasley#george weasley#ron weasley#ginny weasley#for the record carewyn would be a rat too! my mum's one too#both jacob and gilderoy lockhart would be dragons#lane is a rooster while her sisters pearl and claire and brother blaise are a dragon horse and pig#lane's mum marilyn is a pig too just like blaise#and I myself am a horse :D ...lane's dad charles cromwell is too actually *cringes*
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Ladies and gentlemen the last instalment of DTS BREAKDOWN!
Spoiler below, open as you will!
S6E10 (Red or Black) 🔴⚫️♥️♠️♦️♣️
Charles in the snow (he is the snow angel)
HOLY SHIT CARLOS 🥵
They are quite literally fire and ice at Ferrari
It’s Mercedes vs Ferrari (but let’s use the Red Bull car for the pitstop intro because remembers it’s always RED BULL)
GUENTHERR ♥️
Red Bull have the best driver content
Look Danica I know, we know your full of shit when you say ‘there is so much put into the race’ (yeah just not in the drain covers to keep them screwed down)
Ohh you came to Vegas before with your bestfriends did you Charles? ( I do recall you went with Daniel so he’s a bestie then) 👬
Not Christian giving Daniel shit about leading a race for once
Daniel mentions Vegas and you can see him look off recalling the time with Charles in his memory (fortunately or unfortunately Charles can’t recall his time there 😂)
Not Lando and Pierre talking about Charles losing on the tables 😂
MAXIEL ❤️💙
FRED’S BACKKKK
They are Fred who that think is the most vain team principle (Fred doesn’t even get to ask before DTS is already faded the scene and in comes Toto) like clearly you know the answer
Oh look practice 1 has arrived (cue drain fucking shit up)
IT’S MAXX THEY FINALLY INTERVIEWED MAX (like it’s not like he dominated the season)
SHIT THAT DRAIN REALLY COULD HAVE DONE PERMANENT DAMAGE
There is no waiver. (Hold the fuck up let me put my non-existent glasses on and get real. If a car gets damaged due to a track issue (aka drain cover) F1 should cover the teams cost and all replacement parts should not be taken from team allocations set for the year. And no penalties should be applied. It’s quite simple. It’s not bad luck. It’s F1 and the circuit providers duty to have a safe, functioning and up to date track. Full stop.)
Cue press conference dialogue:
Tom Clarkson: ‘Well, let’s look bigger picture because….’(Enter Fred smack down time).
Fred: ‘But this one is a good one. I don’t need to have a bigger picture than this one.’ Tom: Okay. But, Fred, I did want to ask you about this event, if we can just talk about the Las Vegas Grand Prix.’ Fred: ‘Yeah, guys, but I [chuckles] I’m not sure this is the topic for me today. Not, uhh…We had a very tough FP1. This will cost us a fortune. With a fucked-up decision for Carlos. But we have to change the chassis, half of the car, or two-thirds of the car. Okay, the show is the show and everything is going well, but, uh I think it’s just unacceptable from the F1 today.’
Tom: ‘Okay, well, this is the last..’
Toto: ‘Fred is upset.’
Fred: ‘I am, Toto, but you would be upset in my situation.’
Tom: ‘ Fred, let’s look at 2024 as a whole, okay? Your first year as team principal of ferrari.’ (Mate will you fucking quit hounding Fred)
Toto: ‘Your putting yourself into more trouble. No, I can tell you. I’ve known him for 20 years. He has…’
Tom: ‘Fred, can we just…’
Fred: ‘Can I leave now or..’
Tom: ‘Can we reflect on the year?’
Fred: ‘No.Ask a question to Toto about something.’
Tom: ‘All right. Well, look, we’ll come back to you, Fred. We’ll come back to you. (NO YOU WILL NOT TOM, NO YOU WILL FUCKING NOT)
Fred: ‘Sure.’ (It’s giving very fuck around and find out mentality)
End press conference.
Also bat of king Fred don’t take shit from no one. I’m glad I wrote my opinion before I got to this part and Fred sounded off in the press conference.
THEY PUT CHARLES POLE POSITION ON THE DOME (I fucking forgot about the bloody thing) 😂
Look George I understand your good but Charles is the qualifying king
Toto chatting shit about naysayers to some lady (probably on some Las Vegas council or something). Mate you spend most of your time being the naysayer for everything or do you not remember the porpoising drama?
Will Charles convert pole to win (we all know the your ratio) but you do a hell of a job of damage limitation 👏🏽
Abu Dhabi grid school photo time
Ohh look Daniel flirting with Charles in front of Max (he’s such a attention baby girl) 😂❤️💙
Lawerence stroll looking like bad Santa
George why are so dramatic?
McLaren fuck up Lando’s pitstop (cue me clacking)
Not all the teams congratulating their drivers on the year and where the team sits in the constructor
Cue Hass at the bottom and bottom
Ferrari being a killjoy and won’t let Charles do burnouts (he just wants to go play with his bestie Max) 🥺
Ohh Charles you deserve better your too pretty not to
Lawerence was that you wheeling and dealing with James?
Here we go Max’s wrap sheet for the year! (Yes boy you one the whole damn thing on your own. No teammate needed!)
Ohh his last ‘Hi Gene.’
And they left his seat empty to end🥺
#should have been called red or black but really it’s blue#now just imagine Fred and Daniel on the same team 😂#f1#formula 1#formula one#red bull racing#forza ferrari#Ferrari#Mercedes#charles leclerc#carlos sainz#lewis hamilton#george russell#daniel ricciardo#because why the hell not#guenther steiner#toto wolff#fred vasseur#dts s6#DTS#DTS S6E10#end scene#until next year#christian horner#max verstappen#super max#maxiel
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For a possible dialogue, how about Charlie's version of the one I asked some time ago? The one about the reader buying lingerie then changes her mind because he feels insecure and all, but he finds her and loves it.
If you like of course 😂😊
yeeeees! I love this request so much! 🥰
Warnings: reader feeling insecure and Charlie being a beautiful soul
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter 😁 gif isn’t mine 😊
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Birthday Gift
Charlie had tried all day to get you to talk to him. He knew something was wrong, he just didn't know what it was. From the moment he stepped into your shared flat he noticed your mood was different. You didn't greet him with the same smile that you always had when he came over to give you a kiss. You had barely acknowledged him while he helped you with dinner and he told you about his day, even if you hadn't asked, which was something you always did. And then, when he told you that his brothers Bill, Percy, George, and Fred will all be coming next week for his birthday, you gave him the weakest attempt at a smile and said 'that's nice'.
Something was wrong. He knew it wasn't something about your work because usually, when you had a bad day, you would tell him all about it and he always made you feel better. If it had to do with your family, he would have found you crying, whether it was something that made you sad or made you angry.
So, his only logical explanation was that you were mad at him. Which is why he had offered to do the dishes and clean up, suggesting you just relaxed. He came into your room with two cups of tea and saw you shove something under the bed quickly before you sat up and opened your book, resting your back against your pillows. He found it a bit odd but didn't want to make you more upset so he shrugged it off.
"Hey, love" he said, taking the seat next to you and handing you your mug. "I brought you some tea" he smiled as you put your book down and looked at him.
"Thanks" you said, quietly, grabbing the mug from him and taking a sip.
He saw you smile just barely before you put the mug on your nightstand and went back to your book. He sighed, feeling defeated, trying to remember what he did that made you so mad at him to not even speak to him. He couldn't take it anymore. Even if it was for a day he hated you not talking to him.
"Did I do something wrong?" he blurted out straight to the point. You looked up from your book and turned to Charlie, frowning.
"What?" you asked, genuinely confused.
"What did I do wrong?" he questioned. "I know something's bothering you. You have barely spoken to me since I got here and I know it's because I did something wrong, I just don't know what it is but I want to fix it-"
"Charlie" you said, feeling your heart slowly break entirely at the worried expression on your boyfriend's face and you cupped his cheek with your hand. You smiled as your thumb brushed his beard, admiring the freckles that adorned his face. "You didn't do anything wrong, love" you assured him.
"I didn't?" he asked, still unconvinced and you shook your head no. "Then... why are you not talking to me? Why are you so upset?" he frowned.
You took a deep breath and looked away, removing your hand and playing with the corner of the page you were pretending to read.
"I'm sorry, love. I just... didn't have a good day" you mumbled.
"Did something happen at work?" he asked, wrapping his arm around your waist and bringing you closer to him.
"No" you said, knowing you were never able to lie to him.
"What's wrong, love? What happened?" he asked, kissing your temple.
"Nothing" you mumbled.
"It's not nothing-"
"It's stupid" you insisted.
"It is not if it makes you shut me out like this" he said. "I hate seeing you like this, love. just want to make it better-"
"You can't" you said, looking down.
"Why not? Try me!" he pouted, making his big puppy eyes at you. "Please?"
"Why would you do that? You know I can't say no to that!"
"I know, that is exactly why I do it" he smirked, proudly before kissing your cheek. "Talk to me, love."
"Fine" you sighed. "I... bought something to surprise you for your birthday and-"
"You bought me something? What is it?" he asked, excitedly. "Wait! Don't tell me, I wanna be surprised, no wait! Tell me, please. It's still a week away, that's just mean, darling! What is it? I can guess! No! You tell me! What is it?"
You smiled sweetly at your boyfriend, running a hand through his red locks. You loved him so much. And you trusted him with your life. It was only fair to let him know why you were in such a foul mood.
"Okay" you said, taking a deep breath.
Charlie looked at you confused, as you pulled away from him and reached out for something under the bed You came back up, holding something in your hands and you nervously handed it to him. he slowly unfolded it in his hands, revealing the very sexy set of lingerie.
"While this is very pretty, love, I don't think it's my color" he said, looking at you and making you laugh a little.
"Don't be a prick!" you chuckled, slapping his arm.
"I'm not being a prick, love. It actually is beautiful" he laughed. "Tell me why this made you so upset-"
"Because I hate it!"
"Why?"
"Why do you think, Charlie? It looks horrible on me!"
"That can't be true!"
"Yes, it is!"
"No, it's not! Nothing you ever wear can make you look bad!"
"Charlie! I'm serious!"
"So am I" he insisted. "I refuse to believe this is true!"
"Well, it is, which is why I'm returning it" you said, trying to grab the lingerie from him but he put it out of your reach.
"Return it? You can't return this! It's my birthday gift!" he complained.
"You do know is not your actual birthday gift, right?"
"You know what? I am certain that you look absolutely stunning in this" he smirked.
"No! I don't! I tried it on and I hate it! I look hideous!"
"Wanna bet?"
"Excuse me?"
"Try it on" he suggested.
"No! I don't want you to see me in it!"
"I'm sure I'll love it! Let's make a deal. Try it on. If I love it, you keep it. If I hate it, you return it" he shrugged.
"No! How is that fair?" you complained.
"Fine, if you truly hate it you return it. But please just try it on one more time? For me?" he pouted again, making his huge puppy eyes.
"No! That's not fair! you've already done that to get me to talk!" you complained.
"C'mon, love! It's my birthday" he said, still pouting.
"Your birthday is next week-!"
"Please" Charlie begged, wrapping his arms around your waist and he started placing soft kisses on your neck.
"You are such a cheater" you smiled, closing your eyes. He always knew how to get you to give in. You groaned, biting your bottom lip, as he found your soft spot as he always did, easily. "Fine" you caved, grabbing the lingerie from his hands.
You quickly walked over to your bathroom to get changed and took one final look at yourself. You were still unsure about it but Charlie had surprisingly calmed your nerves from before.
"Ready?" you heard him outside the bathroom.
"Could you... close your eyes?" you asked, feeling anxious.
"They're closed" he shouted back. You walked out of the bathroom and saw him sitting right where you left him, with his eyes just as open as before and his jaw dropped when he saw you.
"Your eyes are most certainly not closed, Mr. Weasley" you said, smirking and trying to hide the anxiety building inside you.
"Yes, I was never going to close them" he admitted as he moved closer to the edge of the bed to face you. "You look bloody amazing!" he said, as his eyes traveled your entire body. "I don't understand the part where you say you look horrible-"
"Charlie" you said, feeling your cheeks burn as you looked down at yourself. He instantly stood up and walked closer to you, lifting your head so you would face him.
"I mean it" he said, his tone turning serious. "You look beautiful" he insisted. "If you still hate it, you can throw it away, but... love, before you make up your mind, let me show you how perfect" he said, kissing your neck again. "And sexy" he said, kissing the other side of your neck. "And beautiful you look" he said, cupping your face between his strong hands before he leaned in to give you a passionate kiss on your lips.
Every single time Charlie kissed you, it felt like it was the first time. You felt the same excitement and passion and happiness you always did. You felt Charlie's hands roam around your body before e grabbed you and picked you up, leading you to the bed.
"I love you" you smiled softly at him when you pulled away and he started making his way down your neck.
"I love you too" he said, between kisses. "So fucking much!"
Needless to say, he loved his birthday present.... and you did not return it.
The End
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A/N: hope you liked it :)
#harry potter#harry potter imagine#charlie weasley#charlie weasley imagine#charlie weasley x reader#charlie weasley drabble
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what would freyja and the golden trio be like?
and how about the weasleys?
The Weasleys part I can answer! ⭐️
She gets on better with Bill and Charlie, Bill being everyone’s unofficial big brother and Charlie being in the same year level as her. Whenever there’s a Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw Quidditch match, Bill makes sure to take both Charlie and Freyja aside, wish them luck and tell them to play nice.
((surprise!! Hug 20/79!))
As for the next three Weasley siblings…
Percy really only approaches Freyja to tell her off for getting his older brothers into trouble, which Freyja honestly finds a little amusing. Like this little 12 year old in a cone-hat telling off a 16 year old who is literally head and shoulders above him? 😂 When Bill and Charlie told him about their Ravenclaw friend, he was expecting a studious nerdy Ravenclaw prefect type. Which wasn’t quite accurate.
Fred and George meanwhile have the opposite opinion. They don’t think Freyja breaks enough rules. She’s no fun. They were expecting someone like Tonks or Tulip, but nope. They enjoy messing with her, trying to get some kind of reaction. Which always fails. They vaguely begin to wonder if she’s able to express human emotions.
Ron and Ginny don’t come into Freyja’s story, as I’m not even sure she ever went to the Burrow (I haven’t played any of the TLSQs so..). If she did go to the Burrow during her school years, they might’ve had some vague memory of someone without red hair sitting at the dining table but that’s about it 😅
Re: the Golden Trio, I don’t plan on making Freyja’s story intersect with theirs, at least not to the point where they are aware of each other.
#hogwarts mystery#bill weasley#charlie weasley#percy weasley#fred weasley#george weasley#hphm mc#freyja young#ask#loyalhunter#79 hugs#of course it took covid to get me to sit down and actually draw because guess what?? it’s a great distraction technique#my head is splitting - my throat is raw as fuck and talking and coughing is like sticking a knife through my vocal cords#otherwise i’m just lying here being miserable#✌🏼
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w e e k l y t a g w e d n e s d a y
thanks for the tag @mybrainismelted!
which character from any media would you like to have as a father?: I don't know man, my dad is pretty kickass. Even if I could pick a new one I'd still choose my dad. But, if I have to pick, maybe Keith Mars. He seems like a cool dude and I totally want to be PI with him.
if money, laws, time, and effort were no object, what animal would you want to have? Ethics and safety also not issues? Then a tiger - obviously I want a giant cat to cuddle me on the couch.
what is your Chinese takeout order?: My city has a Chinese place that is famous for its egg rolls. I actually have no idea if they are famous outside of my town, but they do ship them frozen across the province. All that to say is they are very good and for sure on my order. Also generally anyone of the following: lemon chicken, general tao chicken, veggies chow mein, beef and broccoli, and fried rice
what's your favourite emoji?: I am peak millennial so obviously, it's 😂
would you rather have a library, greenhouse, or home theater in your house?: Greenhouse for sure. Ian and I are growing all the tomatoes year-round! haha
what childhood tv show do you think of the most fondly?: Oh man, I know it asks for only one, but there are so many good Canadian shows that hold such a special place in my heart! Mr. Dressup, Fred Penner's Place, Polka Dot Door, The Elephant Show, Under the Umbrella Tree, The Big Comfy Couch, and the most wonderfully bizarre and crazy Today's Special.
what was your tumblr like when you first joined?: It sat blank for probably a year before I posted anything. I'm actually kinda surprised I'm not blocked by a bunch of you thinking I was a bot...
what clothing style do you love but don't feel compelled to replicate yourself?: I was for sure a hippy in another life.
if you were plopped into a fictional world, which one would you know the layout of the best?: I have no idea, maybe hogwarts?
what is your favourite piece of art?: Not sure I really have one, but I did have a very unexpected visceral reaction to seeing A Sunday on La Grande Jatte by Georges Seurat in person. So maybe that 🤷🏻♀️
do you have a water bottle? what does it look like?: do I own water bottles? yes. Do I have one that I use regularly and is dedicated to me? no. We have family nalgenes.
what fanfic trope is a quiet fave?: Only one bed. Will read every time.
do you carry a daily bag? Just my clutch wallet if I'm solo. I've got a diaper bag backpack that is 95% snacks if I'm with the kids.
If you had to ship Mickey with another Gallagher, who would it be?: no.
what is a fanfic trope you didn't expect to like and then very much did?: A/B/O fics. I didn't read any for the longest time. Didn't really think it was my thing and then M8TE sucked me in and I haven't looked back.
Do you think s11 Mickey can still carry s11 Ian?: Over the shoulder like in season 4? Probably not. But like a piggyback? yeah, probably for a little bit.
who got custody of the killing bat when they sold the house?: Agree with @mybrainismelted they for sure steal it from each other whenever they visit each other.
Let's see I'll tag @jrooc, @krystallouwho, @juliakayyy, @francesroserecs, @bawlbrayker. @callivich, @iansfreckles, @iansw0rld, @lupeloto, @tanktopgallavich, @transmickey, and @zutaralesbian
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We’re going to ignore the fact that I absolutely forgot today is Remus’ birthday and instead I’m going to post something in honor of him :).
The concept of my fanfiction is how Tom Riddle/Voldemort’s reign had an affect on four different generations of women and the people they all loved. I’m white and grew up in a primarily white suburban town so I don’t feel like I’d be able to give women of color the justice they deserve, which is why the main characters are all white (Irish and Italian heritage).
People of color are prevalent in the story, including one of my other OCs and canonically POC in the Wizarding World. I don’t think anyone’s identities should be stripped from them, even if it’s a popular headcanon amongst the fandom and not canon.
Almost all of my OCs, even the ones that are not main characters, either are neurodivergent or have a disability and it plays a major role in their life because mental & chronic illnesses truly are that way. I myself am neurodivergent and chronically ill and I wanted more representation for people in these communities. It also doesn’t help that so many of the characters in the actual books/movies are obviously mentally ill and the “creator” (I will not say her name unless I’m ranting about how much I don’t like her) did not shine light onto how to help people with depression, anxiety, PTSD, bipolar disorder, borderline personality disorder, or any other mental illness.
I am also very anti Dumbledore and Snape and that’s prevalent in the fanfic as well. In my opinion, neither are good people, they are both very morally grey in a way that I cannot support (I say this because Mattheo Riddle is morally grey and I love him). I am a Percy Weasley supporter though and I hope people can understand why in my interpretation of him (he’s still very much like his canon self).
Oh, and most of the characters in my fanfic are LGBTQ+, including almost all of my OCs. In the Golden Trio era of the story there’s actually a friend group one of the main characters of that gen that’s only queer characters, from all four houses. That friend group holds a very special place in my heart because I’m sort of inspired by my hometown friend group.
I wanted my fanfic to have a heavier focus on characters that either didn’t not get enough attention in the movies or books or haven’t really in the fandom, such as: Oliver Wood, Emmeline Vance, Xenophilius Lovegood, Edgar Bones, Emma Vanity, Lucinda Talkalot, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, Charlie Weasley, and Adrian Pucey. Fan favorites such as the Marauders, Fred & George Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Cedric Diggory, Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire, Regulus Black, and the Valkyries make an appearance or are central to this story.
I began writing this fanfiction in 2020, which was when I first watched the movies (I am not a Draco girly though and missed out on most of Dracotok), so my interpretation on some of these characters may be different than most of the Marauders fandom. Over time, I have tried to include different pieces of the fandom’s headcanons on the Marauders era characters (and Theo), but it’s still not the same because it’s my interpretation.
Some point soon I plan on posting a list of every character that appears in the fanfiction, which is nowhere near finished because my mind hops between the four gens whenever I write 😂, and I will be categorizing them by their Hogwarts houses.
I am very excited to introduce you all to the family of women in this story, their friends, and their love interests as well as explaining the lore of this Pureblood house that is not part of the Sacred 28.
#harry potter#marauders era#marauders#golden trio era#marauders x reader#regulus black x reader#regulus black#fred and george#harry potter fanfiction#prisoner of azkaban#theodore nott#theodore nott x reader
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Really love your latest fanfic addition on ao3 lol Does everyone pretend they don’t know what’s happening when Gideon goes to visit halley at plummet drive 😂
thank you!
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here is what everyone is thinking for this au -
molly + arthur
"Hmmm, Molly said over a boiling pot.
Arthur paused midway, flour dusted over his hands from checking the bread. "Oh, now you wish to say something?"
Her expression turned withering.
"I remember a certain red-haired Gryffindor who fell horribly in love with a member of the Dueling Club. She was a year below him and a vicious opponent. Why, she was easily the bravest person in any room..."
"It was a different time!" Molly drew her wand in a semi-circle, causing the tops of pans and lids to rattle. The chopped carrots leaped into the air, the sliced chicken danced into the nearest pot, where inside the onions already simmered in the broth. "They're so...so young!"
Arthur covered the sourdough loaf with a flower-printed dishcloth. "We can't stop him. Not from joining the Order nor from falling in love during the middle of a war."
"But what about Ron?" She sniffled. "He must be heartbroken."
"Well..."
"Arthur."
"Have you ever considered that Ron inherited something else from your brother?"
Molly blinked. "Oh."
hector + ron
The tellyphone crackled to life.
"Okay, can you – Hector! Hector, how long can I live in denial?"
"Truly, it can't be that bad."
"Even her letters are turning sappy!" Ron complained. He rested his forehead against one of the frosted planes of glass. The entire booth was full of summer sunshine.
The weather did little to fix his frustration.
"I need you here. Now. I can't live with this alone for a moment longer."
Hector sighed on the other line. "Have you told them about the awkward position this puts you in?"
"Sure, let's also ship Halley to a nunnery."
"Ron!"
"But what if they break up? Who do I side with? Hector, what do I do if..."
"But she's happy," he said. "They both are."
"And obnoxious," Ron added, a touch bitter about upcoming shift in their dynamics. He now had to share one of his best friends with his brother!? The thought was incredulous.
At least he had Hector all to himself.
various weasley brothers
"So, it isn't a love triangle?" Bill tossed Fred a box. "A rectangle?"
"I do enjoy a good love rhombus," Fred said.
Bill dragged his hands down his face. "Why did I think it would be Halley and Ron?"
George took a step back from the floor-to-ceiling purple shelf, checking the inventory. "That's because you're never around to see him mooning after Hector. It's dreadfully obvious, but I suspect he'll reach that conclusion in a decade or so."
#everyone thinks ron is in a love triangle and that's where the comedy is#meanwhile he's actually starting his bisexual epiphany#fic#hinny
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If you will have me
Ron and the golden trio have always bullied you for being a Slytherin. But what if Ron discovered that he started to have feelings for you during your later years of Hogwarts.
first time writing one of these pls read with love and kindness in your soul 😂😂
Ron couldn’t understand what was happening to him, all his life he’s seen you as the annoying Slytherin girl who was chasing after Fred and George but now every time he sees you it’s like his heart stops and all he can do is watch you pass by him with a look of concern while he stands there looking like a complete moron. Now he’s in the great hall watching you watching you eat your pumpkin pasties and wondering to him self why can’t he just get the balls to go and tell you how he feels, and then it hits him, YOUR HISTORY. Luckily Harrys there to bring him out of his shame spiral. “Mate what’s wrong with you, you look like you just saw an angel get crushed by a bus”. “Me, no nothing’s wrong, this is just my thinking face. Though I’ve never heard described as “angel getting crushed by a bus” before”. “ Why were you looking at her”, Hermione said with a tone that said “don’t bullshit me Ron I know you’re lying”. “Um who, as you can see there are a lot of (she, her) around our vicinity Hermione, well as far as I know”. “At YN”. “ was I looking at her I didn’t even notice thanks for telling me Hermione next time I’ll make sure to keep my eyes away from anything, Um her.” And with that I got up from the table hopefully still leaving with my dignity. The next few days just got tougher and tougher, Hermione and Harry wouldn’t leave YN alone and let’s just say things got a little awkward in the common room when I suggested that we should just leave her alone. But the whole time all I was thinking about was how I wish I could tell you how I feel. And finally the moment came you were in the twins dorm planning a prank like always. It’s now or never I told myself as I walked into the dorm ready to pull you aside and tell you I love you, wait what, no I like you, yeah that seems about right. “Hey YN can I talk to you”. “ About what” Fred asked. “Stuff”. “What kinda of stuff” George then said. “Um stuff”. “Guys I got this” you said. At that Fred and George got up and left. “So what do you want”. “Um I want to talk to you”. “Well”. “Oh yeah, um well you see the past few weeks I’ve been feeling some sort of way toward you, which is why I came to talk to you. okay let me start over, I have feelings for you, positive feelings don’t worry. So I’m yeah I have a crush on you and yup and yup”. “So you came here to tell me that you like me”. “Yes”. “And what did you think would happen”. “Um I don’t actually know but I kinda expected um magic”. “Magic, Ron you do understand that you were a total dick to me”. “Oh um yes but I was hoping we could get past that and um I don’t know”. “Ron is this some kind of joke Becuase if it is then I swear to merlin I will punch you in the balls”. “ no it’s not I promise” I said starting to get really frantic. “Ugh I can’t believe I was so stupid of course it’s a joke” you said getting up and storming to the door with tears in your eyes. “Wait please” I said while grabbing at your wrist to stop you from leaving. “It’s not a joke please” I said holding tightly onto your wrist. “Please I meant every word I said I do like you a lot, please you have to believe me”. You let out a loud sigh as you sat on the nearest chair. “You don’t understand Ron, I liked you first. I tried not to because you were a complete asshole but I don’t know there was always something about you and I’m finally getting over you and now you come here with all this. What am I supposed to say”. “Tell me you want this” I said while reaching for your hands then holding them. “it’s just how am I supposed to trust you after all that’s happened” you said while removing your hands from Ron’s. “I can’t do anything about the past but I can do something about the future and I know I want to be with you, I promise I will do everything I can to make it up to you just let me prove how much you mean to me”. With that you couldn’t help but kiss him. The kiss was soft but passionate . When you broke the kiss, you peppered kisses on Ron’s temples, forehead, cheeks, and chin. “I really like you” I sighed. “I like you too” you said dreamily.
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Dancing with demons dancing with demons dancing with demons 😍😍😍
Thank you for the ask!! Look at me finally writing something for this wip since forever ago 😂
[Fred and Lily Anne] stepped out on the train corridor, shutting the doors to the compartment behind them. They looked around, but despite what their friend had just announced, the lady with the snack trolley was nowhere in sight.
"Let's go, she's probably in the car before us already," said Lily, starting to walk, before he could even answer.
They slowly walked through the narrow corridor, passing by other compartments, occasionally waving to some friends they spotted inside. The silence was weighing in between them, contrasting with the joyous atmosphere they left their friends in. Considering that just a few moments before she was cracking jokes with their mates, and now she barely uttered any words to him, Fred had an idea of what could be on her mind. Because it was bothering him, too.
When they reached the end of the carriage, he pushed past her and stopped her before she could open the door and get to the next one.
"Are we seriously not going to talk about it?" He asked, looking into her face.
"About what?" Her voice was nonchalant, but she casted her eyes to the floor.
"You know damn well what. The letter that you sent me in July?"
"I sent you tons of letters over the summer, I don’t know why you're being so annoying about that."
She reached forward to try to open the door, but he moved, covering the handle with his body.
"You sent a ton of letters to me and George. You sent exactly one letter addressed specifically to me, asking me not to go to the Quidditch World Cup."
"I was just jealous. It wasn't that serious…"
"It was a bloody warning! I mean, it was weird in the first place, but after everything that happened… you're really going to pretend it's nothing?"
"I just…" Lily started to fidget with the Galleon Angelina gave her, "I don't know, I had this… feeling you shouldn't be there. I mean, better safe than sorry or something."
"A feeling?" He huffed. "You had a feeling that there was going to be a riot? What, are you suddenly a seer or something?"
"I don't know!" She finally raised her head to look at him again. "It’s not exactly normal for me either, okay? But I was scared, you can't really blame me for trying to look out for you!"
Fred looked at her as she forcefully put her hands in the pockets of her pants, again avoiding his curious gaze.
"Did you tell anyone?" She asked after a moment of silence.
"No. Before, I thought you were just messing with me, and after… I just wanted to talk to you about it first."
"So not even George knows what I wrote you?"
Suddenly, he chuckled, and a bright blush slowly appeared on his freckled cheeks.
"No. But you should probably know that now he's convinced we have a secret romance going on."
Lily groaned, hiding her face in her hands.
"That's why he gave me that weird look in the morning!"
Fred nodded his head slowly, and his chuckle developed into a burst of laughter. It didn't take long for Lily Anne to join in, despite the initial embarrassment. The tension was suddenly gone, even if just briefly, and Fred finally pushed the door behind him, resuming their search for the snacks.
"Let's get those Pumpkin Pasties before they send a search party for us."
Send me ⌨ + title to one of my fics and I’ll write a sentence for that fic!
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One of my favorite hc is to think of the Weasley family calling or contacting Percy to ask for things or spells or literally anything.
I like to imagine Fred calling him because he got something wrong with a spell in his jokes and well he has a nerd brother who knows everything so ... Perce? Come on for a second?
O Ron who is with the Aurors and they got a bad guy but hey ... Nobody remembers an ancient spell that nobody uses anymore but that in this case would be perfect .. Give me a second that I contact my brother ..
Or Molly
"Percy darling, do you by any chance remember the potion to remove the juniper berry juice from the wool?"
And so on for all the others.
Ps
Love the idea that George calls him because he had a problem with a potion and it's because of the bottom of the cauldron😂
I absolutely love this headcanon! I'm stealing it 🤣 ❤
I can picture everyone doing exactly this - why waste time researching something when you can just ask Percy?
Even Bill does it, because even though he scored as highly on his OWLs and NEWTs as Percy did, he didn't retain all the little details like Percy. Plus, Percy knows all these random, obscure facts about a bunch of different topics that they never learned about in school (he would definitely win trivia challenges).
I'm now picturing something going wrong with the delivery of one of Fred and George's new products (like the potion seeped through the bottom of the cauldron they were transporting it in), so George starts lecturing his crew on the proper thickness of cauldron bottoms, and then once he realizes that he sounds just like Percy, he has to excuse himself to go lie down for a little bit. 🤣
Thank you for sharing! 😊
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I took ss of your response. So when at a place where there no wifi I’ll just over what you said, I’m low key kinda obsessed. And I the world building, with only women get to be magical inclined, like purr 💅. And I forgot to mention this from my previous ask, about name for your oc. I was thinking he would have formal full first name, but goes but a nickname. Like Charles-chuck, Ronald- Ron, Gabriel-Gabe, George- Georgie, Fredrick- Fred/Freddy, Robert- Robby, Edward- Ed/Eddie, Francis- Frank. Sorry that’s a lot 😭😭😭. I thought why not a silly name for a silly man. I have a headcanon that his mother probably named him this formal name in hopes he grows up to be some kind responsible and stern man, of course that’s not the case. His sisters probably gave him the silly nickname as some kind of teasing, which he probably didn’t like but eventually accepted. And for when he’s jealous? I think both are good, but depending on the mood of the story. Like is it going to be more silly and up beat, or does it have it’s fun moments but has its dark undertones. I definitely see them wrestle, it would be funny because he’ll think it’ll be cute to pretend that “he’s so weak” and she “got him” and let her win, when in reality SHE’S the one pretending not to be strong :D. I see him as this dumb lol country boy, with a southern accent, with flannel shirts, and belt buckles as big as his fist. I really like how the whole thing that’s pushing the plot is reader letting him do things, like letting him manhandle her, letting him be in control during sexy times, letting him think that he’s letting her win in wrestle matches. I find that fact so adorable. She’s the actually puppy but he’s acts like one. I think a funny scenario would be where they are at a bar, and manically he gets hit on right in front of reader. Shes pissed and he’s confused…he didn’t think it was possible for even one beautiful woman to like him, but two? Yeah he must drunk and past out somewhere, so reader and that woman duking it out in the floor, yeah that’s not real 🤓. Me: He’s a silly little man *The silly little man in question*: porbably 6ft, beefy, can kill a bear with one shot, can snap wood in half. And I can only imagine when she’s pregnant, like big belly and everything. Like he’ll be gone for a couple days to hunt down food, and he comes back just to get a scolding “I thought you were a good hunter, why did it take you a week (was like three days)” he’s already apologizing but confuse what she’s means by a week, must be the hormones… “now come and rub my feet.Do you have idea how heavy it is carrying your child?”, he so happy to do it. That is until he starts kissing on them and she’s like “don’t be a freak, I need them rub!” 😭😭😭😭. But yeah that’s what I came up with for our lil silly man 🌚. Hope you liked? I tried not to go over broad with the werid specific details, I mean it is your oc, so what am I doing lol 😂.
Thank you! Thank you! I very much loved it!!!! You always have such nice things to say and you always add a lot of thought. I never thought anyone would read my original one of his, least of all it would lead to our daily conversations about him!!! I love it.
Oh!!!!!! I am loving the name ideas, I think I'm partial to Fredrick, I can totally see his mama naming him that after his grandfather or great grandfather, a stern, responsible, no non-sense man. And then out pops Freddy. I love the idea that it's what his sisters nicknamed him and mini Freddy would cross his arms and pout whenever they called him that. After a while, he would get used to it but he still wanted everyone else outside his family to either call him Fred or Fredrick because those are manly men's names and Freddy makes him sound like a kid. Until reader! and then he gets sad when they don't call him Freddy and think something is wrong when they call him Fredrick.
I've had some thought about the jealousy stuff (I have a full one planned) and I think that it depends on the situation. Like if it's some guy who doesn't pose a threat to him or you at all, and if Freddy is drunk or if it's a friend or just another drunk guy who only said something Freddy didn't like, Freddy is going to go down the route of goofy-looking fighting. Like these two drunk guys are pulling each other's hair while locked in an embrace on the ground while shouting "you let go!", "no, you let go!", I then see them pretend to make up and then Freddy is just punching the other guy's dick and then tackling him to the ground. And you're just standing to the side in disappointment, shaking your head watching as he's doing the helicopter technique with his arms to hit the other guy.
But if he sees the other guy as an actual threat or it's someone who put their hands on you. Oh boy, I can just see him belting the other guy up and being an absolute feral, screaming and everything. And then you'll have to get involved and just rip him off the other guy, and I think because you are so used to restraining your strength around him you underestimate how hard it would be to take him off, and you almost need your full strength to rip him off. But as soon as he sees you he's fretting over you and any perceived damage, he's touching your face softly and asking if you're alright.
Ah!!! Play fighting!!! Why didn't I think of that before! Your mind is amazing. Of course, the reader would want to play fight, she's part canine. I love to see the reader initiate it as well, she's just in this silly goofy mood and she starts stalking him. Like he's doing yard work and just chopping wood, and here you are hiding in the bushes waiting for the right moment. And a part of me is torn between him like knowing your there and playing along because he just loves you so much and he thinks it's very cute (he thinks it's cute you think you could actually surprise him and actually win), and the other part of me wants it to be a surprise, every, single time. Like he's just walking past and you pounce, knocking him to the ground and just putting him in a headlock (not with your full strength otherwise he would be knocked out). Or another time when he steals a bit of meat from your plate and just laughs as he devours it, but it's near your time of the month (full moon) and you get a bit wild and your just sitting there mouth in a tight frown growling and he just slowly stops laughing and then he tries to defuse the situation by giving you a piece of his food but the damage is already done and you are both on the floor and you both are just wresting. I love to think he still has no idea the reader is a werewolf and he just thinks all the growling, play fighting, can be naked in the cold and not freeze, love your meat rare (a bit too rare), love it when he scratches your head and sometimes you just grab his hand and plop it on your belly and almost purr when he rubs it, are just apart of your personality. And when you get a bit wolfy getting closer to your time of month he just thinks it's your real-time of the month. He makes his mother's chocolate chip cookies (i don't care what anyone says werewolves can eat chocolate) and he gets water/wheaty bags for you in cute designs like a puppy or rabbit.
And yes!!! I totally see him holding back his strength and letting you win, and he says things like "oh you've got me pup!", "your so strong!", "Mercy!", "you're doing so well pup" and you're just thinking the entire time about how careful you have to be and how you cannot bite him even though your wolf mind is just like bite bite bite bite (not in a killing way just in an 'i want to bite my mate and play with him' way). I also see you letting him win sometimes, especially during sexy times. But that's for another time!!
Yeah!!! I love the idea that he really cannot do anything without her wanting it like she really has all the power, it's all about her allowing him to be in charge of certain situations and allowing him to do what he wants with her. He still of course asks for consent during sex and all that but it's in the little moments where she is actively giving up control to him.
I can see the reader getting far more jealous than he ever could. Freddy gets protective but the reader gets jealous to the point of grabbing some girl's hair and dragging her outside the bar and chucking her out. She wants to do more but that would be extra illegal. And Freddy has no clue!!! He just thinks the other lady is being nice, or he is very politely telling this lady no and the reader just comes out of nowhere growling and just telling her to fuck off and if she ever lays hands on her man again she'll rip them off. The lady quickly leaves. And Freddy thinks it's so cute!! You called him your man!!! You love him!! From then on he's telling everyone at the bar how sexy his mad wife is and how much he loves her. He then proceeds to pass out around the back of the bar and it's the only time you can use your full strength on him to just lift him up and walk home.
AHHHH!!! Pregnant reader and father-to-be Freddy! Like I said last time, I see him as someone who in the face of stress just mans up (not in a toxic way) and just gets things done. As soon as he finds out she is expecting he's building a cot and decorating it with little wolves (he still doesn't know but it makes you burst out in tears to see little wolves on your baby's crib). He's stocking up the cold room and the pantry with meat, preserves, homemade baby food, and canned vegetables. He's stocking up on firewood and he's making sure you are well rested and safe. I love the idea he goes away for a hunting trip and the reader is heavily pregnant, and he didn't want to go but he had to so off he went. And she thought she would be fine without him but it's the longest she's been without him since her first heat and she is pining for him. Luckily moose wasn't needed (the dog) so he got to stay behind and the two of you are just sitting on the couch practically crying for him. the reader is getting so worried for her mate and also she can't put on her shoes without him and her feet hurt and her back aches and shes craving deer bacon with ice cream and they have run out of ice cream but she can't go into town because her belly keeps bumping the steering wheel. And so she's just crying on the bed with moose curled up with her and it feels like he's been gone all week (it's been 3 days and only one has been a full day without him) and then the door is opening and he's calling out he's home and your rushing (or as quick as you can with the weight of the belly) to go see him. As soon as you see his stupid face (affectionately) your bawling again and then he freaks out, thinking your hurt or the baby is coming but you just hug him and then still sobbing you're scolding him. "Why did you take so long?" "you can kill a bear with one shoot but it takes you all week to track a stag?" "you were gone for so long, I thought something had happened" this last one leads him to just hug you as close as he can with the belly in the way and then him just putting both hands on it and kissing the top of your belly. you then switch moods and are dragging him to the couch so he can rub your feet while you tell him a list of all the stuff you need (ice cream, peaches, more of his mother's chocolate chip cookies) and he's just sitting there smiling up at you as he starts to leave kisses on your skin and knee. But you are not in the mood so you give him a look and tell him if he had gotten home quicker and didn't let you worry so much, he would have gotten what he wanted. He just pouts. he tries again an hour later when he's rubbing your back. You give in.
I loved it!!!!! That's ok, I love what you have to say! I never thought anyone would have read that first one I did of his or even get to this stage. Without you, I would have just left that one where it was and forgotten about him. but you brought him to life!!!
lots of love mae xx
#autumn :)#mae answers#oc#oc hunter#oc freddy#werewolf!reader#werewolf#female reader#fem!reader#female werewolf
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Brady and Brandon what did you guys dress up as last year? And do you have a fav and least fav costume?
One year we went as Fred and George from Harry Potter😂 another year we went as “party animals” and we wanted to go as the twins from the shining but mom said no🤣-Brayden
Last year we just went as zombies but I think my favorite was when we were twelve and we went as Peter Pan and his shadow and our least favorite was when we were seven and mom dressed us up as thing one and thing two-Brandon
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This fandom is really tiny so can I just get into the small details that I love the most ?
@fordfarrell 's hashtags because they always # the complete names with perfect spelling when I only # jvp which is supposed to have the most respect from my part but I can't bother to do it. They have my eternal admiration for that and they also always have inside info that I don't know about and make me always go : 😱 😲wow
@harlequin87 , when they reblog things that are old post you have forgotten about but they didn't and make you think they did dig your tumblr from april 2012. + of course all the nice answers they wrote to their messages that I always read like my fav newspaper
@lukadreaming 's likes because this way I am never missing anything from all the rugby sphere ! You can be sure they have liked all. +The meta is so good 🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼 and they always tag me in nice articles and games , so precious.
@dilfaz rants and thirst for /about Raffi makes me laugh so bad and has the most hilarious post of all
@lxndonorris suffering with me ( mostly about JvP ) . Always ♡
@thechaoticrugbyfangirl having the most uncommon content by supporting teams we aren't really supporting but that we still appreciate and being my number one fan
@khazadkeit supporting tigers with me and having so interesting reblogs moments with all the # , I read them all and I love them so much
@hold-to-love being the cutest and the sweetest by loving all my post and just being so enthousiast as I am that it all makes sense and this blog worth it
@ledemidouverture messaging me with ask I love so much that I take WEEKS to answer it because I want to answer it perfectly and have so much fun replying that I make it laaaaast. + The AJ content everyone needs And omg.omg.omg. all the content I received about JvP that is so so precious to me like with his parents pictures or all the bits she took just for me ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ she makes me 10 times more infatuated with him so blame her.
@tigersgrl reappearing every x weeks or months to like her tigers boys mostly fred then go
@rollergoose comments rather than # , I love it and feel blessed to read each of them
@itsmillartime staying for George mostly and I am glad you navigate amongst all the J's bits
@imperiumsinefine starting by liking George and now even liking JvP (like mostly all my followers now hehehehhehe) #IamProud
@shipnotised fidelity to the blog ♡
@fourpeatinarowww sending me random 🌋🔥dudes since day one and her contribution to my JvP madness and the thirsty friday because we had bad times with covid and we thought we needed some relief with some fun ! It's because of her if you can 👀 some olé olé content here so to some of my dear porn bots be grateful 😂🤣
@mrc-1205 and @slut4nuggets and @les13fernwehfire 'S likes make me always smile I don't know why , maybe it's because a lot of those followers from the shaddow : they are there always in the background liking and still supporting but Don't need to interract much more then this and that's okay
#I will do an episode II of this because lot of people are missing#I a not into negativity this week but I could also list what I hate about this fandom I have few ideas in mind but if Ispeak I'm in trouble
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oh this one sounds good! how about 7 and 19?
7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?
Oh, this happens in every fandom I'm in at some point 😂 John Watson from BBC's Sherlock, River Song from Doctor Who, and now Remus from HP. I mean, there are canonical things about all 3 that I have issues with, but I would have happily gone through life without hating them if not for fandom and the way they're written. Especially Remus ;)
19. you’re mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like…
I already gave one answer to this, but I'll give a different one now: I have a lot of private bookmarks on AO3 and a lot of those are things that the children would cancel me for. Like incest fics. Fred/George are meant to be, you know?
(For the record, I'm not ashamed of the chaotic things I like, but I also know when I don't feel like getting into arguments with children, and arguing with them over the morality of what I read sometimes is one of those things haha)
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29 on the ao3 wrapped, perhaps?
Excited to have discovered your stuff this year!
First of all, thank you!!! Second, do you know how much stuff I’ve written this year??? I don’t think I can name one line or passage, that’s my favorite! It changes on my mood and temperament every second of the day, but I’ll try to limit it:
Putting everything under a read more because I don’t know how to limit myself and I put 12 lines/passages 🤷♀️, though I did write/post 30 fics this year so it is less than half 😂😭😂
“They call her Rose because they want something beautiful in the world.”
From Goddaughter, it’s the very first line but it always makes me smile.
“Her mum had taught her how dance and her father was her favorite partner, but Ron takes that spot quickly.
He has a surprising grace to him, years from helping his mum in the kitchen.
He hums under his breath, and it’s the only noise between them for months when she’s seventeen and he’s sixteen almost seventeen. Lavender Brown and her blonde curls and purple eyes don’t matter to her, in fact they don’t matter to each other at all, and Hermione knows that she’s in love.
She’s in love and she’s tired of hiding it, but they don’t have the time.”
From Books (let’s read together), just early Romione fluff that I’ve tided into other fics. I love writing about developing relationships.
“Roxanne felt normal.
For the first time in over a year, she felt normal, like herself again. Her hair was washed with gentle hands, it was sectioned out and brushed carefully, the colorless section of hair had been dyed a dark red that was nearly identical to her natural color, and then trimmed to an easy and manageable bob. It was actually quite cute, and she could braid it back easily, or fluff it out into an afro.
It was just one more step forward.
“Look at you,” said Angelina as they sat across from each other in a private booth in the Leaky Cauldron. “You know my mamma always said that a good haircut could cure any sadness.””
From a curling crown lays atop my head, just some Roxanne/Angelina bonding. I really love both of them as characters and writing this story just gave me so many feelings about me and my own mom’s relationship with each other.
“It would be a nearly a year before they could be together properly, but he could wait, he would wait.
He would be ready to worship her again soon enough.”
From we’d still worship this love, this fic made me love the song False God, and it also gave me such an appreciation for young/post-war Hinny! I adore their love and this fic set off so much for me and my love for Ginny Weasley!
“Harry sighed, and Arthur felt his stomach twist. For six years, Harry had been a guest in their life, he was Ron’s best friend, he was in love with their Ginny, he was their seventh son. He had stood with them as they buried Fred, and he was living with them because he had nowhere else to go, though the truth was that they wouldn’t let him stay anywhere else.
Percy came back into their lives just as they lost Fred, and Arthur would be damned if they lost Harry too.”
From Glasses, just Arthur being a father figure in Harry’s life! I love this relationship and wished it was seen more in the books, we need more Arthur/Harry, father/adopted son bonding!!
“I better get my sweater back,” George told her as they walked hand-in-hand along the beach. He had both of their shoes in his hand, while she held her wand tight in her hand, with their fingers locked together between them. “Mum would be upset if she knew that it was stolen.”
“I’ll write her and let her know that you gave it to me,” said Angelina, and George smiled, squeezing her hand and wishing that he could kiss her. Beside them, the first rays of the sunrise were coming in, which meant they were way past due to get back to school. “And that chivalry is dead…killed by one of her sons.”
From Last Kiss, this whole fic is a gem, but this passage always makes me laugh. I love writing George/Angelina, their story, their relationship, it’s one of my favorite ships. This piece is probably my favorite one shot of the year. (Also one of my favorite TS songs too!)
“I love him,” said Rose, because she did, she loved him and adored him as much as he loved and adored her.
She had it in writing.
“You’re fifteen, Rose.”
“You knew at fifteen.”
Ron looked down at the scars on his arms, faded but still there, given to him at sixteen, just barely a few months older than Rose was now. They twisted around his arms and midsection, and Rose remembered tracing them when she was little.
“What did your mum say about it?”
It was the perfect distraction, the perfect segue. Trying to push the conversation away from him and to her mum.
“That it’s okay,” said Rose, because that was what her mum had said. It was okay if Rose threw herself into this relationship if only to get her heart broken later. “If I get my heart broken then it happens, but it’s okay if I want to throw myself into it.”
“Your mum is so much smarter than me,” said Ron and Rose shook her head before pushing herself into his arms and resting her head on his chest. She wrapped her arms around him, and held him close to her as he did the same.
“You’re just as smart as her,” Rose mumbled into his chest, as he ran a hand through her hair and patted her back. “And I love you just as much as I love her.”
“Thank you Mija,” whispered Ron and Rose smiled as she looked up at him
From august, this one is long and it took me a while to decide, but it’s probably one of the most important passages in the whole fic. I think we often forget that teenagers have BIG emotions that matter. We all once had crushes and possibly bfs/gfs that we “loved” at that age, and to know that it’s okay, it means a lot. This is such a defining moment in Rose and Ron’s relationship, and it’s important to both of them. I love this fic so much, it’s very personal to me, and it means a lot to me, but this passage is one of my favorites. It’s a little hopeful and a little bittersweet and everything I know Ron can give to his daughter and Rose can give to her dad.
Percy loved Ginny with his whole heart, even if she was annoying, even if she once followed him from room to room. He was around her whole childhood, while Bill left in the weeks after her birth and Charlie just a little while after. Percy was around, he held her during thunderstorms, and he read her the same story about an old witch that turned into a rabbit. He kissed her knees when she fell and bruised them, he held her hands as she slowly learned to walk in the living room. He remembered her life where she couldn’t, he remembered the details of a childhood she wouldn’t ever recall.
Ginny loved Percy like a house on fire, she loved him with sadness and then anger and then hope. She loved him in shared smiles and matching brown eyes and nights spent sharing a single twin sized bed. She loved him in rain puddles and muddy glasses and little braids that fell out of their hair. She followed after him in a way that none of the others understood, she followed after him as a devoted baby sister did her favorite older brother.
From August Siblings - Major and Minor, just some Percy/Ginny sibling love. Their relationship is never explored and I adore them both sooooo much!
“Oh well,” said James, finally blushing at something Lily said, “you know what they say about missed opportunities.”
Lily rolled her eyes, leaning in even closer and smiled at him. “I decided to not give up.”
“So does that mean I should be calling you Doctor Lily?” asked James, and Lily giggled.
“Dr. Lily seems like a lot,” said Lily, even if it was officially part of her title now. “But you can call me that or whatever you want.”
“Can I ask you a question then, Dr. Lily?”
“Okay.”
“Baby, will you kiss me already?”
“I thought you would never ask.”
From (And I Watched It) Begin Again, just some cute Jily.
“You shouldn’t keep exhausting yourself like this,” whispered Percy as he sat beside her in her bed, his fingers warm as the moved through her hair. Ginny didn’t open her eyes, she didn’t need to know that he was still dressed in his pajamas, his glasses dirty to everyone but him, and his curls an overgrown mess.
He looked more like the Percy she loved and knew as a kid than the man he was now.
“Trust me, I know how easy it is to burn all the fire all at once…how it makes sleeping feel better,” continued Percy, moving his fingers down her forehead and tapping her nose softly. Ginny opened her eyes and looked at him, seeing exactly what she expected and knew she would see. He looked tired himself, as if he too had gone on a midnight run.
“What do you know about sleeping?” asked Ginny, slowly sitting up and tucking herself into his side, into his arms.
“I know how not to sleep, Gin,” whispered Percy as Ginny carefully took his glasses off of him and cleaned them for him. “You don’t want to be like me.”
“I’ve always wanted to be like you,” mumbled Ginny, pressing her face into his shoulder blade and holding on tightly to him. “Stupidly stubborn and way too brave for his own fault.”
“Ridiculous,” said Percy, and Ginny nodded as she closed her eyes and let his calm heartbeat lull her back to sleep.
From Enough, more Percy and Ginny being siblings, just featuring them post-war. This fic is really about Ginny and Tom, but this little bit always makes me smile.
He didn’t hear the shutter click, but when he returned back to Hogwarts that year, sitting on his desk would be a new photo. Him and Gus, matching the one that was taken nearly forty years earlier, of Frank and Neville pruning the exact same rose bushes.
From Plants (let’s garden together), I love Neville and this image is just adorable to me.
Her life was a hodgepodge of stolen and gifted items, of knickknacks and pebbles given to her by a sixteen month old baby.
It was a life of sweet nothings.
From (all that you ever wanted from me was) Sweet Nothing, more Jily, this time during the war.
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