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little sneak peak at the first part of chapter 5

full fic can be found on ao3 fic name is 73 Cowley Street

The night had been fine so far. Regulus had meant Dorcas who was like a more cheerful Barty. She immediately took a liking to Regulus to the point she had dragged him to dance for a little bit and he didn’t decline. While he was way less social than her it was easy for them to click and she made Regulus feel like he would actually have a good time at this party.

That soon went to hell in a handbasket though.

Regulus wasn’t the type to go to parties, not that he didn’t enjoy them, but more that he had no one to go with, and no one to invite him. People thought that Regulus was different. When he was a kid of course other kids tried to talk to him, but Regulus wasn’t sure how to communicate back. He spent most of his life till he was old enough for school in 12 Grimmauld Place and the only person he talked to was Sirius who spent most of the time doing all the talking. He rarely talked to his parents unless it was for them to scold him. That’s why he didn’t speak much, he was too afraid of what people would say.

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Chapter One: The Black Brothers

A/N thought I'd post chapter one for funsies the rest can be read on ao3

The summer heat was hot to the point it felt suffocating, but not as suffocating as it felt inside the Black family house. 

12 Grimmauld Place felt more like a prison than a home to Regulus, and his brother Sirius felt the same way. The two brothers didn’t agree a lot, often fighting over pointless things, but something they could both agree on was how much they hated summers. Most kids were excited for their summer holidays, to see friends without the thought of school lingering on the back of their mind, but to Sirius and Regulus summer was torture. They were stuck inside, only leaving if they had a dinner party to attend to which was only slightly better than staying in the house.

Of course the brothers had to find ways to keep themselves occupied and to stay sane, especially Regulus. Sirius sometimes could sneak by with calling a friend or two in secret, and of course Regulus would’ve too, if not for the fact he didn’t have anyone to talk to. People found him odd most of the time, or too studious, or even a teacher’s pet, even though he often disliked most teachers. 

Regulus found small ways to stay entertained like asking their housekeeper Kreacher to make him some weird snack, saying he heard it had an odd health benefit, but truly it was to watch Kreacher complain about how what he was making was an abomination, or how he struggled to find a certain ingredient. He did this less recently, now thinking it was something only an insolent child would do.

He always had to act as the good one, one of them had to be, one of them had to have less freedom so the other could have more. Sirius always ran around not thinking of the consequences that his actions would cause. Of course like any child Sirius hated being punished, but sometimes the idea of having fun seemed better than the repercussions after. 

Of course this meant Regulus was the opposite. With every rebellion his brother had, Regulus had to be an even better kid. He’d never truly experienced much freedom. Not until now at least.

Like any other night Regulus and Sirius were called down by Kreacher for dinner at the same time as every other night. Dinners were spent in silence, except for their mother’s questions to their father of how work was, and the usual nonsense the brothers never wanted to listen to.

Tonight was different though. Their father had two letters by his side on the table, his hand covering anything from being shown. Once their food was served, before he let the boys eat he said he had something for them. He handed the letters to Kreacher to then hand to the brothers.

“These are acceptance letters to one of the best schools in the country,” their dad started, “We put off sending you here for a while, but it seems it is necessary now. There you will excel at your studies, something you should already be doing, but both seem to be lacking in,” he criticized. 

Sirius could pass a class if he wanted to, but often didn’t because he didn’t want to. Regulus always excelled, because he had to, he had to make up for his brother.

Their father, Orion Black, continued as the two boys opened up their letters, “While they may not be the most traditional school, they are well versed in teaching manners and how to act dignified in the proper world. Something both of you need to learn more of,” he said in a scrutinizing tone.

Sirius always made a scene at dinner parties and events, always wanting a way out. Regulus had to be extra quiet, barely breathing, as if to not fill the space his brother already was.

Regulus watched as Sirius tore his letter open reading it in seconds before scoffing, “You’re making me change schools when I graduate in two years, that’s unfair I can’t leave my friends behind for some stuffy school that’s apparently going to teach me manners and be dignified,” he said, daring to mock his father’s voice, “Send Regulus, it’s not like he has anyone to miss him, he can go and I can stay here,” he protested.

“Do not speak about your brother like that, the both-” Walburga, the brother’s mum, started to say, only to be cut off by their father's loud voice.

“Don’t you dare disrespect my choices, you will attend with your brother, and when you come back you will learn to speak to me with respect. Once dinner is over both of you will pack your things, you leave tomorrow,” he declared.

Regulus always saw Sirius act out, but never get much farther than a few bad actions or words. Their father always ended up lecturing him, making him shrink in a bit, something no one saw unless they lived in 12 Grimmauld Place.

Dinner was silent after that. No protests from either brother, no talk between their parents about work, or the things happening out in the world. Both brothers sat in 

thought. It was their last night out of this prison of a house. Regulus couldn’t have been more relieved, but also scared, he didn’t want this new place to be like all the rest. Even worse, he didn't want his brother to treat him like he did in all the rest. Especially since what Sirius said about Regulus. He wasn’t wrong, Regulus didn’t have anyone he was leaving behind, but that didn’t mean it hurt any less, since that’s what his brother seemed to think of him.

Once both boys were excused for the night, they both headed up the stairs to their bedrooms. They rarely ever talked, unless their father had said something that intrigued them both. As they climbed the stairs Sirius stopped Regulus just before getting to the top.

“This is your fault you know,” Sirius accused, “If you weren’t like this we wouldn’t be switching schools.”

Regulus felt frozen, barely able to think of words, “W-well, maybe if you studied more we wouldn’t be. I mean you’re the one who failed classes, not me,” he defended, his voice low.

Sirius just scoffed, looking at his brother as if he was a bug on his shoe, “Why can’t you be normal?” he muttered, walking up the rest of the stairs, turning down the hall into his room.

Regulus had been called some nasty things, but to him that had to have been the worst. He could feel the tears burning, but he couldn’t just stand there and cry, he couldn’t let his own brother get to him. Regulus dashed up into his room, closing his door before he let his salty tears roll down his cheek. He stood there for a while, back against his door, replaying the words again and again. Every sob was choked back, as to not let anyone hear. He felt as if he was gasping for air that would never come.

Eventually his crying stopped and he’d now hate himself even more for it. He didn’t notice the letter still in his hands until he heard the crinkle of the paper. He wiped the last of his tears off his facing, sinking down to the floor, opening the now crumbled letter.

The envelope was a brown paper with a red wax seal keeping it closed. Inside the letter read-

Dear, Regulus Arcturus Black

We are pleased to welcome you to Hogwarts School for Young Boys and Girls. We are pleased to offer you a spot in this school year for both the Fall and Spring semesters. At our fine institution you will excel in your studies, as many well renowned professors currently reside at our school for the education of our fine young students. Your room and board will be provided, and should have all information attached, as well as any other information needed. We cannot wait for your arrival, and wish you a safe trip here.

Sincerely, Professor McGonagall

Regulus didn’t even realize it until now. He was leaving. He didn’t realize that that’s what his father meant by packing until now, the words didn’t sink in until this moment. Regulus would be out of the house, and wouldn't have to see his parents everyday. Maybe this was a chance for him, a chance to live.

This was Regulus’ time to adventure, to be free, once he left for 73 Cowley Street where he would now be staying for the remainder of his school years.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66349081/chapters/171079813

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Sorry I haven't posted in a while, but I did start writing a marauders fanfic on ao3 if anyone is interested, it has Wolfstar, Rosekiller, Darlene, and Jily (with a hit of Jegulus)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66349081/chapters/171079813

I have 4 chapters out and another will be out either tonight or tomorrow :)

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I just need to know what pov you guys like to read from most cause I usually write in 2nd, but I contemplate righting in 3rd sometimes, but idk if people like that

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Anthony Lockwood x Reader date night?? (Ur fics r super cool btw)

The Perfect Date

requests: open

words: 700

warnings: George

summary: Your perfect date night with Lockwood, featuring George at the end

Everything had been perfect so far, the perfect outfit set for a perfect night, and of course your perfect boyfriend who was taking you out on a date tonight. Work had slowly started taking over your life the past month, as the agency was getting more jobs everyday. This led to you and Lockwood not being able to take nights off to go out. Tonight though there was no job and no research to be done, so it was the perfect night for a date.

Lockwood booked a reservation at a rather fancy restaurant for tonight, one that you'd wanted to try for a while now. You put on your favorite dress and shoes, as it felt like the perfect time to wear them. When you walked down the stairs Lockwood was there waiting for you, with his coat in his hands.

"Ready to go?" he asked, pushing himself off the wall he was leaning against, before admiring you, "You look gorgeous, darling," he complimented.

"You look good too," you said, feeling flustered, even after dating for a while Lockwood could still fluster you with the simplest compliments.

Just then the cab honked to let you know it had arrived, "Shall we?" Lockwood asked, holding out his arm to you. You linked your arm with his, walking out the house, and into the cab.

The drive there wasn't too long and you were quickly seated at your table in no time. You and Lockwood talked about many things from work, to the random things George had done that week, to flirtatious comments that left your cheeks red.

"That is not how that went," you protested, defending yourself from what happened on the last case you took.

"That definitely was what happened," Lockwood countered, "I distinctly remember you nearly falling through the floor if I hadn't caught you."

You rolled your eyes, unable to hide the smile on your face, "I would've been fine," you argued.

"Well I still saved you, nothing changed that," he retorted, leaning closer to you from across the table.

"Thank you, my knight in shining armor," you quipped, your voice full of sarcasm.

"Anytime, Princess," Lockwood remarked, a smirk on his face.

Just the waiter came by giving you your food. You always swore waiters come at the worst times. It was as if they knew when to not interrupt the conversation, just so they could interrupt it.

After the waiter left you and Lockwood still continued to banter, and discuss what went through George's mind when it came to half of the things he did. When you both were done with your dinner, Lockwood paid, as he always did, since he would never let you pay. Instead of taking a cab you and Lockwood decided to take a walk, even though it was a bit dangerous at night, but not for two agents.

Your walk was calm and quiet, the only sound being the crickets, and subtle conversation occasionally between you two. London was always cold, but tonight was particularly chilly. Lockwood saw how cold you were and placed his coat over your shoulders, with a small "thank you" from you. After you stroll through London, which included a few stolen kisses from under the moonlight, you eventually made it back home.

Lockwood opened the door for you, as you shrugged off his jacket that he then hung up on the coat rack. He then walked up the stairs, you trailing close behind. You stopped at your bedroom door, as Lockwood asked.

"Did you have a good night?" his hands on your waist pulling you close.

You let out a light chuckle at how close he pulled you towards him, "Yes, I did," you said, before leaning in to him. The kiss was soft and light, but more passionate than the ones on your walk back home. Everything was perfect that night, from the date, to your walk under the moonlight, to now.

To make the night even more perfect, as nothing could happen at 35 Portland Row without someone yelling, George, from down the hall, yelled, "Get a room," before throwing something in your general direction, causing you to burst out into laughter.

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While my requests are open right now and I am taking and writing them rn, I would just like to say if you do request please read my rules first, since I do not write smut, and have it stated, and I have gotten some requests for that, and I would just like to make that known

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saw you were open for recs sooo luke being a p eating king! after a campfire seeing reader getting attention from other boys(or smth like that)

Respectfully I would just like to make it known, even though it is stated in my rules, I do not write smut, thank you, and let's remember this, but if you have any other requests I will gladly take them

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maybe jess mariano x reader where reader takes care of jess after he fights with some guy over something he said about reader?? thank you 🩷

The Aftermath-Jess Mariano

words: 575

warnings: Mentions of blood and a fight

summary: After Jess gets into a fight you clean him up, but not without a bit of scolding

You bit down on your lower lip, trying to hold in your anger. Jess got into yet another fight, and now here you were to clean him up. You never liked when he got into fights, since you thought they were pointless and just plain reckless. As much as you hated when Jess got into fights, you'd never not help him clean up after.

This fight in particular seemed to be bad as Jess had a bloody nose, a cut across his left cheek, and rather bloody knuckles. He'd been worse before, but he'd also looked better after some fights, this one was on the bad side, as Jess didn't usually get too beat up.

You dragged the damp cloth along his face, not saying a word, as his hands landed on your hips pulling you closer. You took a deep breath trying to focus on cleaning up his wounds, and not him.

"So you're just not going to say anything?" Jess quipped, trying to lighten the mood, but you stayed silent, "I see how it is, but in my defense he deserved it."

At his words you couldn't bear to stay silent any longer, "That doesn't mean you should start a fight, there's better ways to handle conflict," you scolded, putting a Band-Aid on his cheek, starting to clean the blood off his hands.

Jess stayed silent, the consequences of his actions starting to weigh on him. He hated when you scolded him after a fight, which is why he got into less fights, but sometimes he couldn't avoid it.

"He really did deserve it," he said, his voice lower than before, "He was saying some horrible things about you."

You paused for a minute, letting out a breath before responding, "I get that, but that doesn't mean you punch him," you once again scolded.

"I tried walking away, I swear," he defended, looking up at you, "I heard him talking, I got angry, and I tried to walk away. I don't know what got over me, one second he's yelling about something, and the next my fist was in his face."

You wiped off the last of the blood, throwing the rag down onto the table in Luke's, and now Jess', apartment. Jess held onto you tightly, as if he thought you'd leave him, or walk away, but you didn't.

"What'd he even say?" you asked, curious to what led Jess to act this way.

Jess shook his head, "No, cause then I'd be calling you that, and you're already mad enough at me," he quipped, hoping to get you to crack a smile, or do anything to show you weren't furious with him.

"I'm not mad at you."

"You sure look like you are," Jess retorted back.

"Fine, maybe I was mad in the beginning, but I'm not now," you told him, moving to be closer to him, "I just want you to promise to walk away from now on, instead of hitting first."

"Alright, I promise," he said, not able to resist the urge to kiss you. He pulled you down a bit, since he was still sitting in the chair at the kitchen table, as his hands moved to your waist.

He broke the kiss for a second to ask, "Do you forgive me now?" You nodded your heading, quickly going back to kissing him. Maybe Jess would break his promise just for you to kiss him like that again.  

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I have major writer's block so some requests would be cool lowkey

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hiii if it's possible could you do a jess mariano one where everyone in the town is just waiting for him and reader to finally get together cause everyone knows they like each other but they are both oblivious and keep insisting they're just friends

Everyone Place Your Bets

words: 2171

warnings: Nothing except for the town being how they are towards Jess

summary: You and Jess were just friends, right? Even though everyone was constantly betting on when you'd get together

a/n this was written off of candy, an energy drink, and pure adrenaline, so please enjoy and I put off my school work to write this, help

Recently all anyone ever heard anyone in Stars Hollow say was, "look at how well they compliment each other' or 'when are they going to get together, I'd swear they're already dating' or the really out of pocket things from Miss Pattie, 'they'd have such cute kids if they just got over themselves'. That last one was what finally made you snap. Everywhere you went someone said something about you and Jess, even though you were just friends.

Right?

The town had gone insane recently. Originally it started with small comments, nothing major, and nothing truly about you two being together. Jess was new to town and instantly became the town troublemaker. Wherever he went trouble followed, even if some of the things that happened weren't his fault. Doose's Market is an apple sort? Must've been Jess stealing one. The coffee at Luke's was cold? Of course it was Jess' fault, even though Luke was the one who forgot to put a fresh pot on. Princess Diana died 5 years ago? The town didn't know how he did it, but it must've been Jess. Stars Hollow residents were just crazy enough to try and blame him for that.

Everyone wanted Jess to stay away from them, and even more to stay away from their precious Rory Gilmore. Most people thought he'd be a bad influence on her, so it was frowned upon when anyone saw him even remotely near her. The town tried to keep her away from him, which led to him accidentally meeting you.

You hadn't planned to walk into Luke's that day, but all you wanted was a cup of coffee, so why not stop at Stars Hollows finest. Walking into the little shop on the corner felt like stepping into a different world. No phones were allowed or else Luke would yell at you, even though he was already yelling at Jess when you walked in. On the counter was a display of pastries, including the muffin you now really wanted.

You stood there at the counter waiting for either Luke or the boy at the counter to acknowledge you for just a second, so you could get what you came in here for, but it didn't look like that was happening anytime soon. Fed up listening to their argument about how the younger boy should stay away from some girl and he was a bad influence, but why should he care blah blah blah, you just leaned over the counter, grabbing the muffin out the display.

Luke, finally noticing you, turned and pointed at you, "Hey, you can't do that, this is a diner not a buffet. You can't just take without ordering," he scolded.

"Well no one here seems to be working, so as long as I pay why should you care?" you retorted, taking a bite out of your muffin, pulling out the money you owed.

Luke stuttered for a moment before saying, "Fair point, but don't do that again," then turning to the younger boy at the counter, "I'll finish this argument later, but for now deal with customers before there's more of her," he instructed, pointing to you.

The dark-haired boy muttered something, waving him off. He then turned to the counter, starting to read his book, disregarding the job he was told to do.

You stood there for a few seconds before asking, "Could I get a cup of coffee?" making the boy look up at you, before silently turning to pour coffee into a mug. He handed it to you, going back to reading his book. You sat there silently unsure about what to say since you wanted to make conversation with him.

"That was quite an argument," you started, trying to catch the boy's attention.

His eyes stayed on the book, "I've had worse," he quipped, practically mumbling it.

You nodded, "So not to be nosy, but what'd you do, knock a girl up?" you joked, attempting to joke with him.

He let out a slight chuckle at your comment, setting his book down. He never interacted with customers much, but this seemed like a conversation worth having and he didn't know why.

"Not that it's any of your business, but if I did do that I think the town would chase me away with pitchforks and torches," he said, a playful tone in his voice.

"I think burning you at the stake would be more effective," you joked.

"This town would love to do that to me," he mentioned, leaning against the counter, now almost eye level with you, "I didn't even do anything, just talked to the wrong girl, apparently this town is obsessed with her."

You nodded, knowing immediately who he was talking about, "I see," you said, "If it makes you feel any better I wouldn't want them to chase you out of town. I mean you have better taste in books than almost anyone else here," you told him, pointing to his book.

His expression turned to shock as he held up the book, "You've read this?" he asked.

"I mean it's no Jane Austen or Mary Shelley, but it's pretty good," you said with a shrug.

He nodded, looking as if in thought for a moment, "I just started it, so I'll have to take your word for it."

You couldn't help but smile at him before looking at the clock to see the time. You had somewhere to be soon, so sadly you had to cut your conversation short.

"I have to go, but I'll see you around..." you said, looking at the name tag he had on, "Jess," you said with a nod.

"I'll see around too..." he trailed off, waiting for you to tell him your name.

You stuttered a bit before saying your name, to which he nodded saying, "I'll have to tell you what I think about the book when I finish it."

After that day in the diner, Jess starting hanging out and talking to you more. In the classes he had with you he would distract you by talking about whatever book he was reading, or who pissed him off at school. Every time he went to the bookstore he brought you with him, because in his words, he needed a second opinion on what books to get. Whenever you walked into the diner, which was more frequently now, he would always immediately head over to where you were and spend his entire shift with you until you left.

It was safe to say Jess seemed to be over Rory and maybe into you, but you didn't believe that would ever happen. Jess was just a friend, no matter how much the town pushed and gossiped.

News, like any other, spread quickly in Stars Hollow about the new girl Jess was supposedly seeing. It started with weird looks from people and whispers about how you were friends with Jess. Which then turned into more notable people like Kirk or Babette asking questions as to why you were hanging out with Stars Hollow's troublemaker.

Eventually the town changed their gossip to how cute you two would look together and when you would get together. You and Jess thought it was crazy, since you were just friends. Although sometimes you spent the night at Jess' place when you watched movies together, or how Jess constantly had an arm around you, or his hand on you. The townspeople might've seen it as something a couple would do, but friends did that stuff too.

Right?

Allegedly there was an underground bet going on about you two. You didn't know much about it, and refused to believe that even that was too crazy for this town. The betting was real and quite interesting. Kirk and Miss Pattie were the two highest bidders who were competing to win.

Miss Pattie said it would happen soon with Jess just kissing you out of nowhere and it would be full of passion, and details she did not need to describe. Kirk had placed his entire paycheck from his latest job that there would be an argument, but you would confess first in the gazebo. The two of them argued about how theirs would happen and how the other wouldn't, which led to almost everyone having a bet on you and Jess.

Somehow even Luke and Lorelai got roped in, with Luke betting (mostly out of spite) that neither Jess or you would ever confess, while Lorelai (who was just glad Jess was away from her daughter) said you would confess first, leaving a very stunned Jess.

Other bets include things like where it would happen, most people speculating it being during one of Stars Hollow's many town events, or when you both graduated. People betted on things like how it would be done, who would confess first, and even what you'd be wearing.

Eventually the betting had gone on long enough that it was spiraling out of control. You started to see more people watching you and Jess. While he just ignored it, you couldn't stand it. Without truly meaning to you started distancing yourself from him. Going to the diner less, calling him less, and even stopping going to the bookstore.

Your whole dynamic shifted and your final straw was when Kirk kept dropping hints on what you should wear on certain days and where you should go. Trying to clear your head you decided to take a walk through Stars Hollow, accidentally passing in front of Luke's.

Jess, who was closing up, caught a glimpse of you outside the diner, and quickly ran after you. He found you leaning against one of the walls of the gazebo, looking at the sky.

"You've been avoiding me recently," Jess said, getting right to the point, while also startling you.

it took you a second to compose yourself before sputtering out, "I haven't," lying to him.

He took a deep breath, walking to stand right in front of you, making you take a step back, "I've known you long enough to know when you're lying."

"I'm not lying," you said, messing with the hem of your shirt, "I've just been busy," you told him, shivering from the cold. You meant to bring a jacket, but forgot since you were rushing out your house.

"So you call not coming by the diner anymore and not showing up for our trips to the bookstore, not avoiding me?" he said with a scoff, "Cause that seems like you avoiding me."

You were silent, unable to think of a response, or excuse to tell him.

"What happened?" he asked, his voice softer and quieter than before.

You took a breath before answering, "This town, that's what happened. Everywhere I look someone's always watching us, watching me," you exclaimed, "I can't stand. It's like we're some show for them to watch then take bets on. I thought if I walked away it would all stop," you admitted, your head hung low.

"You thought if you walked away from me the town would leave us alone?" he questioned, confused as to why you would do that, "This town doesn't leave anyone alone, why would yo-" he started, but got cut off by you.

"No, not that the town would leave us alone, but that all of this would stop, that," you said, taking a deep breath, "my feelings for you would stop," you whispered out, Jess only able to hear it from how close he was standing to you.

Jess froze for a minute, now it was his turn to be unable to find words.

"I didn't want to face this cause I knew you didn't feel the same. You like Rory and not me, which is fine," you said, rocking back and forth on your heels from how nervous you were.

"I don't like Rory," Jess confessed, stunning you, as you lifted your head up to look at him, "I mean I did, then I met you, and you are nothing like her. You're better than her in so many ways. I don't want her, I want you," he confessed, looking deeply into your eyes.

You looked back at him, "Really?" you asked softly, your face so close to his you could feel his breath against your face.

He nodded, moving his hand to your waist, "You're what I want. Screw this town and their stupid bets."

You couldn't help but laugh at his comment saying, "Yeah, screw this town," before kissing him. The kiss was slow and soft, but turned more passionate, as his hand clung to your waist pulling you closer, while one of your hands stayed on his waist, the other in his hair. You didn't know how long you stood there with Jess, since to you it felt like forever, but it was soon broken by a yell.

"I knew it, Miss Pattie owes me $500," Kirk yelled, running across town to Miss Patties. You laughed at his antics, before being pulled back into another kiss.

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My requests are open again and I've added new people to my masterlist for any requests

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Helllooo!! To begin, I would like to talk about how much I enjoy your other writings! The way you write is just so delightful. The little details here and there with the characters yet not at all out of character is just ✨👌chef's kiss

Moreover, I would like to make a reader x Percy Weasley (kinda) request!! Takes place before the war but after Percy disowns his family. His position in the ministry is still high but not to the point of being busy all the time. Perhaps it's curiosity or perhaps he wanted to take his mind off the magic world, but he found himself walking around muggle towns at night. Something unfamiliar yet refreshing. Being the nerd he is, his first place to go is the library. A muggle librarian (reader) immediately grew accustomed to the ginger haired lad. She found it strange that he always had this quizzical furrow on his face, like he hadn't a clue on what library computers were. One day, as he was checking out his book, she engaged in conversation with him.

That'll be where I leave off. You could also either leave it there or continue, whatever suits you best :]

While I do hope for romance in this request, platonic moments are not unwelcomed, in fact, it'd be good to see how chemistry is there in the first place.

Lastly, I wanted to ask about the background of your Tumblr bio. The cat's such a cutie :>> Is it yours or did you find it elsewhere? Either way, I think it fits your aesthetic very well!!

Have a nice day <3 keep up the good work!

requested: yes

words: 667

warning: none

a/n sorry this took me so long, I'm still trying to get out of my writers block, so I'm hoping this blurb will help

summary: Percy starts visiting a muggle library where he meets a muggle librarian

Being a librarian wasn't your first choice of job, but it was a good one. You got to spend your days helping people look for books, sort books, and spend your free time reading. The job paid well for a college student like you, and you enjoyed meeting the people. Particularly a certain ginger boy.

He started to visit the library frequently, looking for books, or reading a weird newspaper you'd never seen before. One of the first times he came in he couldn't figure out what the library computers did, so you had to help him. Which was odd, since he looked like someone who would work in an office and know how to use a computer. Nevertheless you helped him navigate using the computer.

The first time you had a real conversation with him was when he was checking out one of your favorite books. Not many people picked it, which was what piqued your interest in him.

"This is one of my favourites actually, the author's writing style is fantastic, and the plot is even better," you commented, checking out the book for him.

He smiled, looking awkward, and partly nervous, "I read some of it and it seems, umm... interesting," he said, not meaning it to sound rude, he was just unsure about what to say. He wasn't used to pretty girls talking to him about books, especially muggle girls.

"It definitely is one of its kind," you responded, handing back the book, "You'll have to tell me how it is next time you're here," you said, as if trying to hint at something.

His voice seemed to catch in his throat, "Yeah, I definitely will," he murmured, shaking his head slightly.

"Good to know I'll see you again..." you trailed off looking at his name on his library card, "Percy," you finally said with a smile.

Percy nodded again before speaking, "I'll see you later, Y/N," he said, reading your name off your name tag.

The next time you saw Percy was later when the library was almost an hour from closing. He'd come in, in what looked like his work clothes, looking tired. He saw you at the front desk and quickly walked over to you.

"H-hi," he said, awkwardly, clearing his throat to get your attention.

"Hey, Percy," you responded, elated to see him again, "How was the book?" you asked, excited for his feedback.

He took the book out his bag, placing it in front of you, "It was brilliant, the author's writing is rather fluid, and the characters seemed almost as if they were real," he rambled, an awkward smile on his face.

You couldn't help but smile at his compliments to the book. You rarely found anyone who read it, or understood its meaning enough to enjoy it.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," you said, "What did you think of the plot twist?" you asked, looking up at him from behind your desk.

"It was rather unexpected, but I think it made the story all come together," he told you.

You and Percy continued to converse about the book, not watching the time. You thought Percy's takes were riveting, and a whole new perspective to the writing. Soon enough the library was closing and your conversation had to be cut short.

"This was great, but I have to close up," you said, standing up from behind your desk, "Maybe I'll see you another time?" you asked, hopeful he would say yes.

Percy froze for a moment, gathering confidence to ask his next words, "If you're not busy after closing, we could maybe grab a drink, and talk about the book more," he offered, before adding, "But only if you want to."

You considered it for a moment before nodding your head, "I would love to," you accepted, flustered by him.

You'd grown fond of the ginger boy you hadn't known for long. But you planned to be around him more to know him better than before. 

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You Know Where to Find Me-Fred Weasley

requested: no

words: 5504

warnings: Draco, angst, fluff, LOTS of angst at the end (no comfort till part 2), uhhhhh lowkey don't remember what else

a/n this took me forever to write lol so sorry if the pacing is weird or its not that fluid, also legit wrote so much, the beginning is just a bit of like building out the character, but the ending is worth it

summary: Your a Slytherin favorite and Fred is Gryffindor's number 1 Slytherin hater, so why would you two ever date? If you did would it end in heartbreak?

War was relentless in tearing everything away from you, part by part. Your friends stopped talking to you out of fear, your family grew more distant, even strangers seemed to avoid you, and worst of all the one person you truly loved, you could no longer be with. A promise to never leave each other no matter what, seemed to be broken in these desperate times.

Everyone knew Fred hated Slytherins. He despised every single one, whether they were a first year or a seventh year, boy or girl, muggleborn or pureblood. Fred would rather willingly try out the first batch of a new product he invented, then associate with a Slytherin. Or, at least he would until he met you.

Just like all Slytherins he despised you too just for your house, which you had no control over. You still got caught in his pranks against your house, but none were ever targeted at you until Malfoy's group, since you chose to stay away from those idiots. Slytherin mostly got its bad reputation from people like Malfoy and his parents, but generally most Slytherins weren't like that, most just wanted to learn like all other students. Of course none of the Gryffindors ever saw it like that and chose to frame all Slytherins as evil incarnate. Fortunately Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, while still a bit wary about certain Slytherins, were way more accepting of people. You made friends with lots of Hufflepuffs like Cedric Diggory (before he passed) and were friends with a couple Ravenclaws, such as Luna Lovegood, since you shared in common how people judged you without really knowing you.

You did manage to make two unlikely friendships, which were more like acquaintances, but you still counted them, with two Gryffindors. When you were in your second year you had potions with Gryffindor, a deadly combination. One day a rather disgusting boy, Adrian Pucey, was harassing Alicia Spinnet, making fun of her hair and her look. You didn't discriminate between houses, unlike others, so when Snape wasn't looking you leaned over to Alicia trying to get her attention.

"What?" she spat out, "Do you want to have a go at me too?"

You couldn't blame her for being angry, talking to Pucey did that to anyone, "No, just put this is Pucey's cauldron when he's not looking," you said, sliding her a jar of something.

She picked up the jar examining it, "Why should I trust you?" she questioned, her eyes narrowing.

"If that's what it's like talking to him for 5 minutes, try dealing with him all day. I hate him even more than you do, and you look like you could use a little bit of revenge," you told her before adding, "You don't have to do it though, just thought you'd like the satisfaction of it."

Alicia seemed to consider it for a moment before deciding what to do, "Fine, but if I get caught I'm blaming you," she declared, opening the jar to take out the unnecessary ingredient.

You shrugged, "Fine by me, but trust me you won't get caught. Make sure to leave the jar on his workstation."

Alicia snuck in the ingredient when Pucey was too busy talking to his friends to notice anything. She made sure to also leave the jar by his cauldron as per your instruction, even though she didn't understand why. It only took a few minutes for the ingredient to take effect, when he started to stir his mixture. Within seconds his potion blew up in his face, mangling it a bit, especially his teeth.

Snape heard and saw the commotion and immediately strutted over to berate the boy, "And what did you add to make such a reaction happen?" he asked in his deliberately slow voice.

"I-I don't know," Adrian Pucey stammered, feeling ungodly fear from the lashing he would get from Snape.

Snape then picked up the jar, examining it just as Alicia did, "It seems you've added gillyweed, an unnecessary ingredient. Next time try to be more competent," he said, before turning away back to his desk.

It was safe to say you had humiliated the jerk and gotten Alicia the revenge she so deserved. You also unknowingly earned a rather weird friendship that day.

"Hey," a voice said next to you as you walked down the halls, "I owe you one after that," Alicia said, a smile on her face.

You shook your head, "Nah, it's all good. Nothing is better than the sweet sight of revenge," you told her, turning down the hallway, "I'll see you around though." From that day forward you waved to her in the hallways and sometimes helped her take revenge on people that bullied her.

The other friendship you made with a Gryffindor was even more unlikely than the first, and even more strange.

Being social wasn't the easiest as a Slytherin since most people feared talking to you. But sometimes things had to be done no matter how outside the box they were. You'd "accidentally" easily dropped a conversation between Malfoy and his friends talking about how they were planning to prank the youngest Weasley. Apparently she'd insulted Draco, and his fragile ego couldn't take it, so he had to get his so-called "justice". Some people would say you didn't have morals like a Slytherin, but your actions begged to differ. You were a girls girl and would never willingly let someone walk into a prank if you could stop it.

So now here you were approaching the youngest Weasley as she parted ways with her friends, "You're Ginny Weasley, right?" you asked, leaning against a wall.

She stopped in front of you, her arms crossed, "What's it to you, Slytherin?"

You were taken aback by her tone, but respected it all the same, "Lots of sarcasm for a first year, especially one I'm trying to help."

"Why would you help me?" she questioned, not used to Slytherins being helpful, or polite, or not trying to curse her.

"Because despite what people say I do believe I'm somewhat of a good person, and I just wanted to warn you."

Her expression changed a bit, the slightest bit of concern showing on her face, "Warn me about what?"

You pushed yourself off the wall before speaking, "Don't walk down the 2nd floor corridor to get to your next class. Take the long way, trust me," you told her, hoping she would put aside house rivalries for one moment.

"Why should I trust you? My brother's say never to trust Slytherins because they're sneaky and no good," she remarked, and you had to give her points for not blindly trusting you.

"Fair point, but I prefer the word cunning. Besides your brothers, are the two tall twins always getting in trouble, right?" you questioned, to which she nodded, "I don't take you as a girl to listen to what men say."

She was quiet, not having a response back, so you continued on, "Look walk down the corridor, don't walk down the corridor, I can't make you do anything. I'd just rather have my conscience clear."

"I thought Slytherins didn't have a conscience," she quipped.

You couldn't help but smirk at her sarcastic comment and fired back, "And I thought at least some Gryffindors weren't stubborn."

Ginny was quiet for a moment before speaking up, "Fine, but if anything happens to me I'm hexing you," she threatened, walking away taking the long way towards her class.

"I'd expect nothing less," you shouted back, walking to your own class.

When you walked into the Great Hall for dinner a person seemed to be walking next to you, but you didn't look to see who it was. After a few seconds of silence the person spoke.

"I didn't get pranked on my way to class," Ginny pointed out, her voice quieter.

"That's because that kid did," I said, pointing at the poor Ravenclaw that took Ginny's place. He was stained green all over from his hair, to his robes, to even his skin.

Ginny cringed at the sight of him, "Yikes, I guess, thanks," she said.

"No problem kid," you uttered, ruffling her hair making her laugh, "Unlike what your brothers may say, I do actually have morals, and a heart," you joked.

"Really?" she asked, a look of confusion on her face, "I thought there was just an empty space there," she remarked, a familiar grin on her face.

You let out a breathy laugh, "You wound me, kid. I'll see you around," you said, walking over to your respective tables.

As Ginny sat down at her table her brother started to question her, "What are you doing talking to a Slytherin? You know they're nasty people," Fred said, a look of disgust on his face.

Ginny just rolled her eyes, "Don't be so closed minded," she snapped back. Fred didn't like her associating with Slytherins as much as the rest of their siblings, but there wasn't much he could do about it.

You and Fred had never truly met until your sixth year at Hogwarts. Of course you knew who each other were with Fred being the biggest prankster and you being a well known Slytherin.

Somehow something in the world seemed to align and in almost all your shared classes, the two of you sat next to each other. Fred had very few classes due to his NEWTS, but the ones he had were all with you. Flitwick made a seating chart due to consequences of last year, making him split Fred and George up, so he sat Fred with someone he believed wouldn't cause trouble. McGonagall thought you'd be a good influence on him so that he could actually do work for once. Mad-Eye had to move Fred because he kept interrupting the lesson, so he put Fred next to the quietest person there, being you. Luckily you didn't sit next to him in History of Magic, but you did sit behind him, which granted you the ability to sleep in class.

Fred was not too happy about this though and spent the evening of his first day back complaining about it, "Now I'm stuck next to some filthy Slytherin all year. Its basically torture at this point. What the bloody hell does McGonagall even mean by 'she'll be a good influence on me' that's a load of rubbish," he complained, throwing himself onto the couch.

George rolled his eyes at his twin, "Stop being so dramatic, it's one year. Besides she's quiet you'll barely notice she's there," he said, not realizing how bad what he said was.

"Aren't you a charmer," Angelina quipped at George's horrible attempt at consoling a very dramatic Fred.

"Who even is she?" Alicia asked, sitting down next to Angelina.

Fred shrugged, "I don't know Y/n L/n or something like that. Why does it even matter all the same?"

Alicia seemed to shoot up at the name, "Y/n really? She's actually one of the few Slytherins I can tolerate to be honest," she confessed. Most of the people in their little group turned to her, surprised she would associate with a Slytherin.

"You're saying you willingly talk to a Slytherin without getting charmed or hexed?" George questioned, not believing her. The twins' distaste for Slytherins had grown worse over the years, only making them more spiteful towards them.

Alicia rolled her eyes at her friend's childish actions, "You know all Slytherins aren't horrible right. At least not her," she tried to reason.

Fred shook his head, "Betrayal, this is betrayal, it's treason of the highest degree," he joked, his loud voice travelling across the common room. He proceeded to fling himself onto the couch, draping himself over Lee, Angelina, and Alicia before they pushed him off. Alicia stood up with Angelina to head back to her dorm.

"Stop being so dramatic," Alicia said, throwing a pillow at him before turning to walk away, "She's a good person and it wouldn't kill you to get to know her."

Fred just scoffed, "I'd rather have boils than talk to a Slytherin," he remarked to himself. He did have to admit though, he never saw you be mean to people, but that didn't mean anything. You still probably ate first years for breakfast like all the other evil Slytherins and got a kick out of literally kicking people. But still somewhere in the back of his mind, something told him he just might be wrong.

Professor Flitwick was having all the sixth year students practice the charm aguamenti, which made water appear. Goblets were placed in front of each student to practice the charm in. So far a few had managed to do it, including you, but Fred seemed to be struggling. Usually he and George were amazing at Charms, but for some reason he just couldn't do this one.

"There's a swish at the end," Fred heard an unfamiliar voice say. He turned to look at you, confused as to why you'd help him.

"I don't need any advice from a nasty Slytherin like you," he said in disgust.

You were taken aback by what he said, but weren't going to take it, "And I don't need attitude from ungrateful Gryffindors. If you don't want to follow my advice then whatever just keep failing," you taunted back at him.

Fred was quiet after that, continuing to fail at completing the spell. He only got more and more frustrated as more people were successful in completing the spell, but he wasn't. On his 27th (yes he had been counting) attempt he finally gave into your advice and did the pattern you told him to do. To his begrudgement it actually worked and he managed to fill the goblet with water.

"I told you," you whispered, your tone playful and meant to tease him.

Fred crossed his arms, not looking at you, "I figured out myself, not because of you," he said through gritted teeth.

"You know you don't have to be so stubborn all the time, Weasley," you remarked, starting to pack up your stuff, "You can just say thank you."

"I don't need help from a Slytherin twat," he insulted, grabbing his bag and leaving the classroom annoyed, when the bell rang. Truthfully you had no malicious intent. You just liked getting to know people, especially someone who you would basically be seeing all day. Luckily for both of you that was your last class of the day and wouldn't have to see each other till tomorrow.

"'There's a swish at the end,'" Fred mocked, retelling the story of what happened in charms to his friends, "She's bloody annoying, can't mind her own business," he complained, acting dramatic for no reason (his friends came to this conclusion, but I as the writer also agree).

For the 30th time in the past two days Alicia rolled her eyes saying, "It sounds like she's just trying to help. Not all Slytherins are from the depths of hell," she defended.

"I dislike Slytherins just as much as you, but I can't even be on your side on this one. She does just seem like she was trying to help," George said, shocked that he would even think of defending a Slytherin.

The table kept on arguing until a small light voice spoke up, "Who are we talking about?" Luna asked, as she had just arrived at the Gryffindor table with Ginny, since she snuck there sometimes during dinner.

"Y/n L/n she's a Slytherin our year that Fred sits next to in like every class," George said, receiving a grumbled, "Unfortunately," from an annoyed Fred.

Luna perked up at the name, excited to add her two cents, "Oh, she's really sweet isn't she," she said, making almost everyone turn to her direction, "Sometimes she brings me back things from Hogsmeade. She's very nice to talk to also."

"You're friends with her?" Fred questioned, confused since while he only knew Luna as Ginny's friend, he was still shocked she knew you, "What do you even talk about?"

"We have a lot in common actually. She tells me about how she doesn't like people judging her because of her house, and making assumptions because of it. She has a dislike for people that do that actually. I'm quite surprised she'd talk to you in the first place. Although she lets me tell her about the Nargles," she told them, just saying whatever she thought of about you, "Anyone want a butterscotch? I have extra?" Most declined except for George who took multiple.

"See I told you wasn't as horrible as you say she is," Alicia pointed out, tired of being right.

Fred, still stubborn as ever, said, "Whatever, still a Slytherin." Truthfully he did feel a bit bad, but would never admit it. Of course he did understand how it felt to be misunderstood, considering his mom always just saw him and his brother as troublemakers, and never as smart as they really are. Still he couldn't be seen feeling pity or another of that sort for a Slytherin. But something in his mind did change and maybe he would try to be less irritable.

Class didn't start for another 10 minutes, but for once Fred was early to Defense Against the Dark Arts. You showed up a little bit after him, surprised to see him there. You took your seat, placing your materials down for class.

It took Fred a minute to speak up, but he finally got the courage, "You were right yesterday," he said, a bit reluctantly though.

"What?" you asked, confused since you thought he'd rather face a Boggart than talk to you.

"I was a dick yesterday. I'm sorry and you were right," he uttered, talking fast to get through his apology quicker.

You couldn't help but smile at his half-assed apology, but at least it was something, "You were," you replied, which shocked him a bit, but you continued, "But I'm willingly to put that behind, and maybe we could even be friends," you suggested.

Fred was baffled by your words, not used to Slytherins wanting to be friends, "Why would you want to be friends with me? I thought you didn't like people that judged you for being a Slytherin?"

You weren't sure where he heard that from even though it was true, but you shrugged, "No usually, but your sister is pretty nice, so why wouldn't you be? Plus I sit next to you in more than half my classes. It would be nice to have a friend, even though you don't befriend Slytherins, but it's at least worth a try.

Fred sat in thought for a moment before he said, "I'm not fond of Slytherins, but maybe I'll make a small exception I guess."

"Wow look at lucky old me. I'm Fred Weasley's exception when it comes to Slytherins, I'm honored," you teased, a smile appearing on your face and Fred's, "And I made him laugh. Maybe this won't be the worst thing ever.

"Maybe not," Fred said with a shrug. Every second he spent with you only made him somehow fonder of you. He didn't even realize it yet, but he was already enjoying having you around.

Fred rolled his eyes, chucking a pillow in both Lee and George's direction, "I do not fancy her," he shouted, annoyed by their antics. They'd spent the past half hour pointing out everything Fred did that showed his vivid crush on you. The more he got to know you the more time he spent with you, and the more he gravitated towards you. When he walked in the hallway with you sometimes he would swing his arm around your shoulder, pulling you a bit closer. Recently he snuck you over to the Gryffindor table during meals just because he wanted you there. The craziest was how he even went to the library with you sometimes when you needed to do work or study. Yet he still denied his obvious crush on you.

"Ya sure you don't," Lee said, his voice full of sarcasm, "Because stepping foot in your least favorite place in Hogwarts and ditching our Hogsmeade trip to go with her, is totally your normal behavior."

Fred scoffed, "I just like spending time with her, what's so bad about that?" he questioned.

George shook his head in bewilderment, "I never thought I'd see the day more dear brother was in love, especially with a Slytherin," he exclaimed, shaking his brother's shoulders.

"Just because I fancy her doesn't mean I'm in love with her you git," Fred said, shoving a pillow in his brother's face, not realizing the mistake in his words.

But George and Lee did. George immediately shot up accusing him, "I knew it, I knew it. Lee owes me 10 galleons."

"I can't believe it only took us an hour," Lee said, happy to finally get Fred's confession out, "And remind me to stop making bets with you."

George shook his head, "Never, but now we have bigger problems. Freddy has a crush on a Slytherin, scandalous," he teased, ruffling his brother's hair.

Fred pushed his brother away from him, annoyed by him, "Shut it you git, and don't tell anyone."

"What, don't want your reputation ruined?" Lee teased. Him and George were having a field day with Fred's unusual crush.

"Yes, I don't want it ruined. I don't need the whole of Gryffindor after me," Fred mumbled, annoyed at his friends' constant teasing. He didn't mean to fall for you, but he couldn't help it. The more he got to know you the more he admired everything you did. For someone who hated Slytherin, the person he wanted to spend his time with most was you. He tried not to focus on you so much, but it only did him more harm. So many girls were after him, who he sometimes dated, but nothing lasted too long. Now he didn't even remember any of their names, for yours constantly plagued his mind.

George sighed, sitting up next to his brother as Lee leaned against the bed frame, "We won't tell anyone, we swear," George promised.

"But," Lee said, stating his condition, "Only if you promise to actually talk with her and make a move."

Fred sighed, "Fine, we have a deal."

"Oh and no promises we won't place bets on you," Lee added, scrounging through his galleons.

The air bone chills, leaving pin prickles of cold all over your body. It was only noon and it was still unexpectedly freezing cold. It was only September, but was cold enough that people were wearing coats, scarves, hats, and even gloves. Unfortunately for you, you neglected to check the weather before going out with Fred for the day. You wanted to go to Hogsmeade, but had no one to go with, and when you told Fred he quickly volunteered to go with you. So now you were walking down the countless shops trying not to shiver too much from the cold.

"Here," Fred said, handing you his sweater. Unlike you he actually dressed for the weather. He had on his sweater with a shirt underneath, his coat over top which he was wearing now, and he originally had his hat on, but you stole it earlier to tease him.

You took the sweater in your hands, as he shrugged his coat back on, "You sure you won't get cold?" You asked, even though he wasn't even cold to begin with.

Fred nodded his head, "You need it more than me take it. Besides I can't have you freezing to death, now can I?"

You put on the sweater, which was nowhere near your size. The sleeves hung well past your fingertips, making you have to push up the sleeves a little. The bottom of the sweater stopped about mid thigh, but still practically swallowed you whole.

Fred smiled, liking the way you looked. He easily could've just given you his coat and placed it over top of you, but he didn't want to do that. Something about you wearing his sweater with his initials on it made him feel all giddy inside. Truly he gave you his sweater because he was selfish. He wanted to see you in his clothes, especially his sweater that made it obvious it was his. It was the closest he got to you being his and everyone knowing it.

You twirled around a bit, a smile on your face, "How do I look?" you asked, unable to hide your laughter. It was much warmer with the sweater on. Maybe you should if Molly can knit you one this year.

"You look gorgeous as always," Fred complimented. He always told you how beautiful you were and how amazing you were, which made your cheeks flush. You had to convince yourself that he wasn't flirting with you and he was just complimenting people because that's something he probably does, right?

"Why don't we head to the Three Broomsticks? I really want a butterbeer," you suggested, trying to change the topic to avoid showing how flustered you were.

Fred agreed and grabbed your hand to drag you along. Even though it was freezing out your cheeks had turned bright red at his affections. You'd never thought you would fall for a Gryffindor considering how most saw you as the most vile person ever, except for a select few like Ginny Weasley. Yet here you were blushing and rendered speechless just by Fred's small actions. He really might just be the death of you.

"Why are you hanging out with Y/N so much?" Ginny asked the second Fred walked through the portrait hole.

"Keep your voice down," he scolded, as people turned their heads at the mention of one of Hogwarts most known Slytherins.

Ginny threw her hands up in defense, "I'm just asking why Gryffindor's biggest Slytherin hater is hanging out with a well known Slytherin from a well known Slytherin family," she said, adding emphasis to each house.

Fred shrugged, "She's... a friend, I guess," he said, sounding unconfident which was highly unusual, making Ginny suspicious.

"So should I tell mum to start knitting another sweater?" she asked, crossing her arms.

"Shut it," was all Fred said, walking away from his pesky younger sister.

Ginny followed him further into the common room as he tried to escape, "Oh, so you already told her, I see," she continued teasing, "You know she doesn't have a date to the Yule Ball yet."

Fred stopped suddenly, making Ginny smirk at how she caught his attention, "And what are you insisting, my nosy little sister?"

"I'm insisting that you ask her to the Yule Ball, before someone who isn't a coward asks her," she voiced, since she's been the biggest shipper for her brother and you.

Fred was skeptical as to why his younger sister was so invested in his love life, "Why do you want me to ask her so badly?"

"Uh because she's cool," she said, making Fred confused as to why she thinks a Slytherin is cool. Truthfully Fred can't say anything about it though, since he was head over heels for her.

"Why do you think a Slytherin is cool?"

Ginny rolled her eyes, "Because I'm not a hater like you, and besides she's a good person, and would be an amazing sister in law."

"Fine, I'll ask her," he said with a sigh, before walking up the stairs to the boys dormitory.

It'd been weeks, almost a few months actually, since you first started dating. People found it odd that Gryffindors biggest Slytherin hater would be dating one of the most well known Slytherins, but their words meant nothing, you and him were both happy as could be.

Everything had been perfect as it could be. Fred was used to taking out the occasional girl or two, but he'd done nothing like this before. Almost every Hogsmeade trip was a date. Alongside Fred's spontaneous adventures through Hogwarts or the Forbidden Forest.

But what was best was the small details. He managed to remember every single one of your favorite things, from something as simple as your favorite color, to which of his jumpers were your favorite. It was very obviously the red one with the large "F" on it, that way everyone knew you were Fred's girl.

Even though you'd been together for months, that didn't stop the gossip and prejudice in both houses. Some Slytherins thought of you as a traitor, but really only the ones like Draco who cared about stuff like that. The Gryffindors were a bit wary around you, only the select few you knew were actually accepting, while most others just ignored you. Fred would be questioned by people from his house sometimes. Most were skeptical, thinking you just wanted to toy with him, then break his heart.

That was the rumor you hated the most.

Truly you were happy and he was happy. No matter how much people talked, or judged, it didn't matter. Everything was perfect and nothing could change that. Right?

"I can't follow you, Fred," you told him through tearful eyes. Everything had changed from two years ago when you started dating. The world was changing and it was pulling you to different ends. Dumbledore was dead, Hogwarts was no longer safe, and You Know Who was out and about, killing left and right. You never wanted this, you never wanted any of it, but sadly you don't get to choose your family.

"Yes you can," Fred argued, taking a step towards you, "You can leave them, you can join our side, I'll keep you safe. Please come with me, please," he begged, standing in the ally near his shop. Fred hadn't seen you since the attack at Hogwarts. He'd been writing letters, looking in the news for a picture of you or any news, watching the streets to see if you would walk by. It took him almost two weeks, but he found you. He could always find you anywhere.

You let out a huff, putting your head in your hands, "You don't get it," you sobbed quietly.

"What don't I get?" asked Fred, "We can get married, go into hiding together, or join The Order. Whatever you want to do. You can leave them behind, they're not good people. I'll do whatever you want if you just come with me," he declared, desperate for you to follow him, wherever you wanted he would go just for you.

"But I can't," you whispered, shaking your head, "I'm marked Fred," you told him, rolling up your sleeve to reveal your covered arm.

Fred stood there stunned, unable to think of what to say. His head was spinning with a million thoughts, but none he could vocalize. He never thought in any of his years you would have the dark mark.

You covered your arm again, letting a few tears fall, "Believe me, I didn't want it. Unfortunately my family are horrible, horrible people. I had no choice," you started to explain to a still frozen in shock Fred, "I don't agree with any of it, you know that. When I got home from graduating my parents held me in the house till I agreed. It was my only option."

Fred shook his head, finally able to speak, "Only option? You could've come to me, George, or anyone. We would've helped you. How could you?" he asked as if you were once again just the Slytherin he didn't know anything about.

"H-how could I?" you repeated, sick to your stomach by his words, "I had no choice, they made me," you cried.

"You would have resisted, or run away, or something. Just anything but that. The Y/N I knew never would've let them get near her with that," he said, making every part of you wish you could perish right then and there.

You were no longer just sad, but also angry. Angry that the person you dated for years, even fell in love with, would think of you like that, "What part of I didn't have a choice do you not understand? My options were either this or die, and at least with this I got to say goodbye," you yelled, fighting back tears. Fred was frozen at this point, unable to process what you told him, "But, if that's really how you want to see things, then fine. Maybe I'll see you again someday," you muttered, walking down the alley to escape the spot where your broken heart stayed.

It took Fred a moment, but he snapped out of his daze before you were fully gone, "W-wait," he shouted, running after you, but you cut him off before he could speak.

"If you ever want to speak with me again, you know where to find me," you said softly, then disappeared into the shadows of Diagon Alley.

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Percy Jackson x Reader soulmate fic. Can it be one where they have they're names on their wrists and reader is a child of either Zeus or Hera?

Stupid Soulmate-Percy Jackson

requested: yes

words: 741

warnings: none

summary: While taking your morning walk you come across a random kid, leading to an even bigger discorvery

Soulmates were stupid, especially stupid ones with stupid names. Other people fawned over the idea of meeting their supposed "one true love", but you could care less. It's not like anyone would love you anyway. You doubted your soulmate would even be remotely interested in you.

People were always off-put with you, not surprising for a child of the big three, especially a daughter of Zeus. Knowing your luck, your soulmate was either an already dead demigod, would never want to deal with the repercussions of being with a child of the big three, or your worst option, they were mortal and you could never be with them. Most demigods with mortal soulmates chose to remain alone, since it's hard to explain to someone you're meant to love forever, that you'll probably die before you can get married.

Every letter, every vowel, every consonant, the two words on your wrist that you'll never find but will forever haunt you. Your soulmate's name stains your wrist in little black letters. It looks like a tattoo, a supposed gift from Aphrodite, but truly more like a curse for you.

Perseus Jackson

You read over the name thousands of times, wondering if you would even meet them, but always realizing that there was never hope of it happening.

Walking around camp early in the morning was your best way to clear your head. The birds chirped as the sound of your shoes on the dewy grass filled the air. Last night was one of the rare nights Chiron let it rain. It thundered a bit too, making you feel even more safe and at home. Almost no one was up at this time, making the early mornings nice and quiet just for you.

You started walking towards the arena, thinking you wouldn't see anyone there. But you were surprised when you could make out a silhouette swinging a sword around, hitting a training dummy. Usually you'd just walk away, but something you couldn't quite place pulled you to walk towards the arena.

Upon arriving, standing in the entryway behind the person, you watched him do his best to hit the training dummy. He was good, but his form was off making his swings mistimed. Usually you left people alone when it came to fighting since you never really were the best at teaching. But once again something compelled you to speak.

"Your form’s wrong," you said, startling the boy, making him drop his sword, "That's what's holding you back, your swings aren't timed right."

The boy looked at you wide eyed before gathering the confidence to speak, "H-how do I fix that?" he asked quizzically.

You smirk, grabbing his sword, and handing it back to him, "It's easy, let me show you," you offered, grabbing out your sword.

The boy seemed about your age, maybe older. He seemed new to camp though. Not knowing who you were and how to fight were mostly the key indicators.

You took a few steps forward, stepping in front of him. First you demonstrated how to properly do it, then watched him try. He seemed to pick up quickly, but you made a few adjustments here and there on what to fix. After almost an hour of training, which you didn't even notice flew by so quickly, he seemed to have way better control and movements now.

He hit the training dummy again before turning towards you, "Thanks, that actually helped a lot," he thanked, seeming more nervous than he was before, "I'm Percy, Percy Jackson by the way," he extended out his hand for you to shake.

The name sounded familiar to you but you couldn't quite place it, so you just shook his hand, "I'm y/n l/n," you introduced, watching the boy's face change to something you couldn't read.

"Y/n?" he questioned, making you confused, as he took his hand back looking at his wrist. He read the name on his wrist turning back to you, "Can I see your hand?"

Unable to find words you just nodded showing him your wrist. His eyes widened, running his hand over the words etched on your wrist, "That's my name," he mumbled, low enough that you could barely hear him.

"What?" you exclaimed, taking your hand back to look at it, when it clicked, "Percy, short for-"

"Perseus," you both said at the same time 

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so what about five falling for reader and despite his tough old man look he turns out to be super clingy and touch starved but at the same time he struggles w the idea of being seen this way, specially around others.

after all it’s his first time loving and dating am actual human being 🥹 after spending decades on his own

Affection-Five Hargreeves

requested: yes

words: 1333

a/n sorry this took so long also got a bit carried away lol

warnings: takes place in season 3 in the hotel

summary: Five has never been one for affection, but when it comes to you he does his best and loves to have you close.

An arm around you, a hand on your thigh, or pulling you close to him was something Five always did even before you were dating. You never knew how clingy he could be until now. When you first met him he was distant, not caring about you or anything you did. But now a couple near deaths and apocalypses later wherever he was you were also there. In some way he always needed you near or to be touching you in some way.

His siblings (and Lila) were all a bit confused by how touchy he was with you, when he barely looked at his siblings unless in spite. Five's siblings constantly glared at the two of you, as you sat with Five's arm around you, or when he absentmindedly messed with the hem of your shirt. And of course in casual Hargreeves fashion they had a betting pool going, with shockingly Lila as the top better.

To Five, how he was acting was also strange to him. He'd been alone for so long he never knew he'd act like this towards anyone. When he first met you he didn't want anything to do with you. Unfortunately, or rather fortunately, that didn't work out too well for him. Whenever he needed help there you were ready to do anything if he just asked, something he wasn't used to. Your kindness and overall personality were what attracted him to you the most, not to mention how beautiful you were. Five was never one to be superficial about looks, but even then he couldn't deny how gorgeous you looked.

At first all his touches were small, more accidental than purposeful. When he was around you he gravitated towards standing near you without even noticing it. Whenever you were in a situation where you needed to run he immediately grabbed your hand, blinking you away.

All of this behavior was odd to you, since when you met him you were warned about how he acted. You distinctly remember Klaus saying, "Talking to Five is like talking to a brick, but it can insult you. He's an asshole to everyone and will make fun of anything he can when annoyed enough. He literally is a grumpy old man inside an even meaner child's body."

You believed Klaus' warning, the other siblings also saying similar things, just less dramatic. What shocked you thought was how different he actually was to you. Sure he was a bitch at first, he ignored you sometimes, rolled his eyes when you said something that usually turned out to be true, and even did insult you, but you always stood your ground. Even when he was a dick to you, you still helped him when he needed you, even if you were only met with a begrudged thank you.

It didn't take long though for his insults to end, as he no longer felt like he wanted to say them to you. His eye rolls were exchanged with long glances at you, admiring you, and whenever you helped him now he smiled at you and thanked you properly. You grew closer to him, now knowing things he told almost no one. His siblings were confused on how someone so mean could get so close to you so quickly.

Slowly your relationship grew more affectionate. Five started to wrap his arm around you wherever he was, or wrap his arm around your waist. He never failed to guide you to stand in front of him, his hand securely on your waist. Holding your hand was something he rarely did, but when you sat next to him he'd always have your hands laced, hidden from view.

"Looks like little Mr. Grumpy pants has a little crush doesn't he?" Klaus teased one day when he caught Five alone, "I mean I never thought it'd be her, but she's quite the catch," he said, nudging Five's arm.

Five, unamused, acted as if he didn't know what his brother was talking about, "Are you back on drugs or something?" Five retorted, crossing his arms.

"Awww," Klaus continued, "Young love, how adorable. Sometimes I wish I could experience my first love, Hernando again, or was it Hernandez, either way, young love is beautiful. You just want to bottle it up and use it like a drug till it wrecks your life...anyway," Klaus uttered, annoying his brother to no end.

"Will you just leave me alone?" Five asked, not wanting to talk to Klaus anymore, "And, I'm not in love with anyone."

Klaus scoffed, "I highly doubt that. Anyway, I hear she also likes coffee. You two should go on a coffee date, how cute would that be. You could order coffee for each other, share a pastry, then maybe at the end ki-"

"I don't want to hear anymore of this," Five said through gritted teeth, his face redder than he would want it to be thinking about doing what Klaus suggested with you.

Klaus sighed, dropping his arms as his expression dropped, "But you two would be so cute together. Plus if you didn't go out with her it wouldn't just break her heart, but mine too. Why don't you think of your poor old brother for once?" Klaus pleaded, giving Five his weird sad puppy dog eyes.

Five let out a huff before saying, "If I ask her out will you leave me alone?"

His brother immediately perked up, nodding his head, "Yes, yes, yes, a thousand times yes. This is going to be amazing," he exclaimed in excitement over his cupid skills working amazingly.

"I'll ask her when I see her, for now hold up your end of the bargain," Five waved off Klaus, motioning for him to leave.

Klaus bowed, "Adieu, my soon-to-not-be-single brother," he said before finally walking away.

With Five's promise to Klaus he now had to ask you out, even though he never planned to follow through with it. But the words how Klaus said it would break your heart kept replaying in his head. Maybe you did like him too and wanted him to ask you out.

So that's how Five ended up in front of you that day, stammering over his words a bit before finally getting to his point. When he finally asked you to get coffee with him you couldn't have been happier, and immediately accepted his offer.

Now here you were, Five's gorgeous girlfriend, who always had his hold on you in some way. His touches weren't intentional in public, more subconscious actions. Whenever he realized he drifted towards you, his arm around you in some way, or him holding you, he immediately let go, afraid of how others would perceive him as he wasn't used to affection. It wasn't your favorite thing about him, but you understood why and never made fun of him for it.

In private though Five would rather lose his hand than let go of you. Alone in the library, just the two of you, you were practically in his lap, your legs in his lap, as his arms wrapped around you, his hands tracing small shapes onto your skin. Or how he would hold you close to his chest when you slept, his grip on you so tight it was hard to leave. The best, yet worst, being how he wouldn't kiss you often in public, but when you were alone he could barely stay away from you, kissing you like it was the end of the world (sometimes literally).

Five might've been scared of what your relationship would bring and how it would change him, but he would never regret any of it. He eventually grew comfortable enough to kiss you in front of people, or continue to hold you close. You never minded how he was before, but you couldn't help but admit how much you loved the feeling of his hands holding you, pulled close to his chest.

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Wondering if I could request a George Karim x reader? Was thinking about what it’d be like if George was with a hyperfeminine girl, maybe Lucy and Lockwood get suspicious and see them together and are a little confused as they hadn’t pictured George being with a hyperfeminine girl and kind of tease him?

Thank you!!

She's Your Girlfriend!?!?-George Karim

requested: yes

words: 785

warnings: established relationship

a/n sorry this took so long i've had massive writers block

summary: George is secretly dating a hyper feminine girl, but his friends don't know cause he thinks they'll tease him

You loved pink and other pastels, your favorite animals were bunnies and cats, and you loved to dress yourself up with bows and skirts. Being hyper feminine was something you loved doing. Showing off your feminine side was never a problem for you and what made you you.

It was surprising to people though when you started dating someone the complete opposite of you. Most of your friends and people you knew thought you'd end up with a more polished gentleman, someone polite and courteous. That's not saying George doesn't have those qualities, people just didn't expect it.

George was dorky, but it made him adorable. He was incredibly intelligent which was what attracted you the most. George spent most of his days in the archives, so you would visit him constantly, bringing him new pastries you baked and he always loved them. But while he adored you, Lockwood and Lucy didn't quite see how someone like him would date someone like you.

Lockwood and Lucy were out running errands for the company, while George went to the archives to do the last bit of research for their next job. You had decided to stop by, checking on your wonderful boyfriend, and also drop off your latest baked goods.

George was ecstatic to see you, as he didn't get to be with you much, since he didn't want Lockwood and Lucy to know because he knew they'd tease him. You and George had been at the library for hours when you decided you guys should go out and get something to eat. George thought that it would be fine, since Lockwood and Lucy wouldn't spot them. But boy was he wrong.

The shock on Lockwood and Lucy's faces when they saw their dorky coworker walking down the street next to you, a figure dressed in pink and white with bows in your hair and all over your outfit, was absolutely priceless.

Once they recovered from the shock they made sure to interrogate George when he got home. George was in the kitchen finishing up some work when his two colleagues entered.

"So George," Lucy started, "How was the archives," she questioned, subtly trying to get answers out of him.

George wasn't phased though and continued working, "It was the archives, but I did get some research done," he responded, eyes glued to his research.

Lucy looked at Lockwood, signaling for him to start speaking, "You didn't spend all your time in the archives though?" Lockwood asked, not as subtly as Lucy.

"Well I did go out for lunch if that's what you mean," he deflected, trying to act stoic.

"You didn't meet with anyone?" Lucy asked quizzically, trying to get a good clear answer out of George, but he just shook his head.

Lucy had only asked two questions, but was already impatient so she quickly snapped at him, "Enough of this, let's cut to the chase," Lucy exclaimed, slamming her mug down, "Who was that girl you were with?"

George visibly started to get more nervous as she questioned him, Lockwood stayed silent not wanting to be caught in the crossfire, "I- s-she's a friend," he managed to stammer out.

Lucy narrowed her eyes at him, "And you just casually go out for lunch with this friend that we've never seen before, and you just so happen to hold their hand the entire time?" she interrogated?

George continued to stumble as Lucy got progressively more intimidating, "S-she's my girlfriend actually," he finally confessed.

"Girlfriend?" Lockwood exclaimed, shocked he'd be dating someone like her, "What, does she put bows in your hair?" he teased.

"This is why I didn't tell you guys," George huffed, crossing his arms, "I didn't want you to tease me," he admitted.

Lucy sat down in front of him, "We would tease you no matter what, it's just how we are, but now that we know and because you hid it from us, we're going to make it even worse," Lucy told him, making him sigh in defeat.

"Does she have you wear pink?" Lockwood asked, "Is that where the pink shirt came from?"

"I bet that explains the glitter on his face," Lucy pointed out.

"That random lip gloss we found was probably hers," Lockwood said, now knowing where the stray lip gloss came from.

"I told you that wasn't mine," Lucy defended, "Also is that why you smell like roses now?"

And on and on the questions and teasing went, but George didn't mind it now that his friends knew. Now he could start being with you more and even introducing you to people. George truly cared for you even though people were still somewhat shocked by your relationship.

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