#I think Alastor would be Ron

[xx-midnight-candy-goblin-xx]

(JD brainrot is real)

Ok hear me out . . . Jackson's Diary Hazbin Hotel AU

Exer = Husk, David = Angel Dust, Pamela = Vaggie etc

Idk, I just randomly thought of this

Edit: JACKSON IS CHARLIE BECAUSE HIS MOM LEFT HIM

[thesupernaturalhouse]

Right so- Emily's personality ir charlies design for the hazbins Fallen au?? Which should I talk about first??

Let's go with Emily-

Alright! So, Emily is still her cheery self but also due to the nature of the au defiantly isnt all niave and trusting and stuff

In this au, she's learning about seras lies from others, which I think would give her trust issues. I also made her more, angry

I imagine in the au she holds grudges a lot more, mainly against alastor, and has more of a silent anger type personality- here's a small snippet of the pilot for the au

Emily: alright so now we watch *Katie starts throwing insults* ...oookay- vaggie, spear, down *gently holding said spears tip down

Vaggie: wha- but, come onn

Emily: no 'come onn' I don't think you scaring people with you angelic spear is a good ide- *Katie says soenthifn homophobic* .....neveemind *releases spear* do whatever you want ant. I want that bitch to fear for her life

Or it'd go something like that, I'll work out any kinks when I start writing the story, first I wanna awake an episode layout whoch is harder then it loks- I have the ideas but I need it in a list so- jsut gotta sort through all that

Like she isn't like Vaggie, spear raised, but not like Charlie, easy to forgive.

I do imagine she bites her tounge however if you ask for her hienst's opinion, she will NOT hold back. I think once she and Husk become more of a father-daughter duo, he starts rubbing off on her, and she starts blurting some ruder things out

He is so proud of his little(200k year+) girl

It's probably the most evident when I have her tell of Alastor- which will also be one instance of her being super protective over her found family.....listen I know yall love Alastor i do to, but I think he fandom over hypes him, and so does he himself, and I want Emily to kinda call him out, and threaten him in this au

But that'll be another post :)

Remember how I said charlie and slaviathen are like Ron and Tammy 2 but without all the sex? Yeah, well, then Emily is Diane! Vaggie is to but vaggie mostly focuses on getting them out and stuff. Emily and slaviathen just have passive aggressive argument and comments thrown at each other

"Always a pleasure to meet you charlies friends" "*strained smile* always a pleasure seaweed hair stranger" "oooo-Kay let's go- and let charlie Dela with this"

Why vaggie is passive with sleviathan and Emily is the protective one? Honestly idk but I think it's funny :) maybe it's cause Vaggie knows Charlie doesn't tale shit from slaviathen one bit so lets her gaurd down more because she knows charlie has it, so she's more passive or smth

Emily meanwhiem can't STAND being talked down to so absurd bites back no matter what. Which is also why her breaking point would be Katie calling them a slur.

She hates being talk down to, which stems form her years in heaven being treated as a child by almost everybody, good intentions or not it was still always so condescending to her. Especially when it was from Sera or the other heaven born and elder/arch angles

So she definitely internalized that, remember how I said she was often referred to as 'lucifers replacement' by many elder angles?? Yeah, that's where it MOSTLY stems from

She'd also have resentment and hatred for lucifer because of it all, like "I never want to meet whoever the fuck lucifer is" kinds mentality, it's due to this that she refused to search him uo and relaize he was her girlfriends, one of them, DAD

So the dad beat dad episode is...fun!! Emily gets piss drunk with HER dad, husk after realizing the short man in the middle of the living room is lucifer

It's after that whole song at the beginning happens does she realize he's lucifer, cause charlies only referred to him as dad so-

......I should start drafting a psot for her and Peter's relationship- mlm and wlw solidarityyyy

She also be a lot more sexual active I think because liek heaven is restricted so being in hell with norestricrions she definitely is THRIVING on that freedom

I have a scene planned out for when Angle takes them to that bdsm club that involved her buying black silk stuff because why not-

Anyways, the finale change in Emily, I think, for her personality that is would be she absolutely take sfter a more Sloth like sin

"Screw both of you I'm sleeping in!" She absolutely HATES waking up early in the morning, especially if it's after a night of certain events. Vaggie will throw clothes at her and force her to get up. Charlie will already be downstairs full of energy-

[sideprince]

Harry Potter Fancasting - Worst Edition

Dreamcast this, ideal for the role that, yeah yeah. What about the worst possible Harry Potter fancast you can think of? I mean worst. "Who in their right mind????" worst. "I’m burning my books and moving to the moon" levels bad. Ready? No? Too bad.

The Golden Trio

Harry Potter:

Josh Gad. He's got a youthful charm and uhhhhh can pull off a pair of glasses. Plus, he's done children's movies before.

Hermione Granger:

Leslie Jones. She's smart, she takes no shit, she can pass for an 11 year old if you squint. This is Hollywood.

Ron Weasley:

Ed Sheeran. He can act. Probably. Only one way to find out.

Hogwarts Teachers:

Dumbledore:

Al Pacino. He's old, he's grey, he's uhhhh *checks notes* "quirky." Think about it. De Niro could play Grindelwald. You'd pay to see that. You wouldn't like it, but you'd still pay.

McGonagall:

Oh please, you'd love it (I refuse to admit she's no longer with us).

Alastor Moody:

Tracy Morgan. He's unpredictable, he's unhinged, he gives zero fucks. Sounds like Moody to me.

Severus Snape:

Dan Savage. Throw on a wig and some black contacts I guess. Or don't. This is casting, I don't work in wardrobe. (Am I throwing shade at Fabio Snape art? How dare you accuse me of such a thing.)

Marauders generation

James Potter:

So there's a resemblance to Josh Gad.

Lily Evans/Potter:

Lindsay Lohan. She has red hair ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Remus Lupin:

Bryan Cranston. Because Lupin has a dark side I guess. But give it another ten years so he ages even more.

Sirius Black:

Gene Simmons. He's badass, he's got long dark hair, he looks like he could ride a motorcycle. He and Ed Sheeran can take acting lessons together (which we could film and sell as a side project/spin-off TV show... hmmmmm).

Peter Pettigrew:

Manny Jacinto. Plot twist! You'd never see it coming. A man that pretty could do no wrong!

And finally:

Voldemort

Ben Stiller. He'd have no nose but would be all ears.

[saintsenara]

Hmm… thoughts on Sybil trelawny/mad-eye moody? Snape/percy Weasley? Demelza/ron?

thank you very much for the ask, anon!

alastor moody/sybill trelawney

i've answered this in relation to shipping trelawney with fake!moody here - but when it comes to shipping her with the real one...

i back it. moody's seeing-danger-round-every-corner and thinking-nobody-takes-what-he-says-seriously vibes align perfectly with trelawney's own.

i can see them having a lovely time being moany and conspiratorial together.

severus snape/percy weasley

i'm going to assume that snape hated percy while he was at school, since percy has exactly the vibe - clever-but-inflexible, sycophantic, know-it-all - which we know he loathes.

which means - of course - that i back it completely, since snape is nothing if not a masochist, and would clearly regard a relationship in which he didn't find his partner supremely irritating as a failure.

demelza robbins/ron weasley

i'm going to go for yes from ron's side, absolutely - he gasses her up as having thrown a tricky penalty ball at him during the quidditch try-outs in half-blood prince, which is the highest compliment he can bestow. he’s definitely clocked she’s a cutie.

he does also punch her hard in the mouth a few weeks later, so i wouldn’t blame demelza for very much not being into it.

[sadbigemini]

I'm coming to you with another au! I just watched this anime and I'm reading the manga rn! I loved it but I did not appreciate the sexualization of teenage girls whatsoever :/ cool concept tho

High-rise Invasion AU

A crossover with this would be great and so interesting! But either way this au would be cool!

Imagine a whole lot of different characters caught up in that world?!

Some antagonists could be ‘Those Closer To God’ while some could be Angels and a few of your faves could be redeemed!

Remember relationships, friendships, enemies, and other things can be changed in fanfics! It doesn't have to be close to the original source material!

**Oh! Also, young (usually) = teen.

I feel like mori or fyodor (BSD), Klaus (TVD Originals), tom riddle (HP), vox, Alastor, Seraphim, Adam (Hazbin Hotel), muzan (Demon Slayer), AFO (MHA), metatron or azazel (SPN) and/or Whispers/Milton (Sense8) would be perfect for being the evil of ‘Those Closer To God’.

For Kusakabe role (in order to the evil those closer to god role): (for mori's pick Kouyou, Elise, or Yosano), Nikolai (BSD), Rebekah or Marcel or Elijah (TVD Originals), Lucius or bellatrix or umbridge (HP), (vox's pick valentino or Velvette), Niffty, Adam, Lute (Hazbin Hotel), and Doma (Demon Slayer), shigaraki/Tenko (MHA), gadreel or Meg (SPN), and Jonas (Sense8).

Ideas for enemy Angels: Meg and any other antagonists on (SPN), Daki/Ume and Gyutaro or any of the demons really (Demon Slayer), Zatara and have Zatanna as one of the MCs- that is some angst potential right there (YJ), Toga, Mr. Compress (MHA), Raoul (Sense8), tyler and matt (TVD), the death eaters (HP), and idk for Hazbin Hotel?

I think Cas or Adam (SPN), Giyu or Kanao (Demon Slayer), Conner or Zatara (YJ), Sun, Wolfgang (Sense8), Enzo or Alaric (TVD), Husk or Arackniss/Salvatore (Hazbin Hotel), Young Aizawa, Hawks, Dabi, Shirakumo, Young Mic (MHA), or Dazai, Ranpo, Chuuya, Atsushi, Akutagawa (BSD) would be great for the Sniper Mask role. Whichever you choose, the others are good for the good masks.

For the MC’s brother or Rika role I would recommend a lot of BSD characters starting with Jun'ichiro, Young? Dazai, Akutagawa, or Atsushi. Now the other recs are Young Dean (SPN), Young Aizawa, Young Dabi, Young? Hawks or Young Present Mic (MHA), Young Chuuya (BSD), Tanjiro (Demon Slayer), Angel Dust/Anthony (Hazbin Hotel), Young Dick Grayson (DC), Young Sirius Black, any of the older Weasley brothers (HP), Wolfgang or Will (Sense8), Young Damon (TVD).

For the MC or Yuri role (I will go in order to match with the Rika role) Naomi, Atsushi, Gin, and Kyouka (BSD). Now the other recs are Young Sam (SPN), Midoriya, Young Fuyumi, Kaminari, Uraraka, (MHA), Nezuko (Demon Slayer), Charlie or Molly (Hazbin Hotel), Young Jason Todd (DC), Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Young Felix or Young Nomi (Sense8), and Young Stefan (TVD).

For the Mayu Role (again I will try and go in order): idk who to do for Naomi, Akutagawa or Lucy, Higuchi, Kenji? (BSD), Young Eileen (SPN), (for Mido's pick Shinsou, Todoroki, Uraraka), Mirko, (for Kami’s pick Shinsou, Jirou, or Todoroki), Toga (MHA), idk for Nezuko, Vaggie, idk for Molly? (Hazbin Hotel), Roy Harper (DC), Ginny, Hermione (HP), idk who for Felix? But Young Amanita for Nomi (Sense8), and Young Lexi, Young Katherine, Young Valerie? or Caroline? (TVD).

The Kuon and/or Rikuya roles (no order and these characters are similar): Zenitsu (Demon Slayer), Neville (HP), Megan, Zatanna, or Starfire? (YJ/DC), Young Sir Pentious or Young Emily (Hazbin Hotel), Kaminari, Komori, Uraraka, Hado, Aoyama (MHA), Atsushi, Young Poe, Louisa (BSD), Young Charlie or Kevin (SPN), Kala or Lito (Sense8), and/or Elena, Jeremy Davina, Bonnie? (TVD)

For the Doctor role (no order again): Crowley (SPN), Kunikida? Or Yosano (BSD), vox or Alastor? (Hazbin Hotel), Monoma or endeawhore (MHA), Quirrell or pettigrew (HP), Tamayo with Yushiro as one of her Angels, Inosuke, or Genya (Demon Slayer), sportsmaster (he doesn't get redeemed but his Angels do) with Artemis and Jade as his Angels (YJ), metatron with gadreel and Tessa as his Angels (SPN), and Kol, Katherine, or Pearl (TVD).

Also do what you want ofc but I think having quirks, supernatural enhancements, etc would make the world a little too easy but I'm sure it could be done right!

I might even do individual posts with certain fandoms since I love this au! Maybe even crossovers but that's less likely to happen <3

[zestials]

half baked early morning thoughts : when i say zestial's not a big fan of technology or certain styles , that's true --- in the modern sense & how quickly it's moving. he's like .. eighty or so years behind the mortal realm & as such most of the new(er) sinners are quite hard for him to relate to. ( save for verses where he has a specific reason to look more into it. ) give him another twenty years & he might have a landline ! his voicemail would be a horrific curse placed upon you though lbr but i think the more time that passes & the more advancements made will only further that gap.

someday i will go into detail about how zee probably helped curate a lot of what information's out & about in hell ( pride ring specifically obv. ) all those accounts digitalized had to come from somewhere & he's not above censoring to fit his needs. partly why i have some of his information redacted ( definitely not because i'm still cooking on it & trying to put ideas into words. )

occasionally he'll incorporate new things or styles into his day to day ( i,e. his personal home being a more 1800s style architecture wise vs the 1600s gothic cathedral of his base for business that's more reminiscent of the time period he was alive in. ) he just needs some time to acclimate. this includes clothing , even his hat will be changed out occasionally but the patched one is undeniably his favorite & is repaired rather than replaced. yes. he wears more than a rag & cape. yes. there are still usually ruffles, he's extra.

BUT i do think up till the 1940s/1950s he was more on-top of things , he rather enjoyed alastor's radio show , has a gramophone / record player , knows swing dance , enjoys jazz & ragtime music ( although he'll still often lean towards classical ) , not even totally opposed to a black & white film occasionally ! he's just a little petty & stubborn about moving on so quickly. there needs to be ample time to appreciate it.

wait i had to edit this. zestial pays in cash, checks, secrets, blood or sacrifices. he's like motherfucking ron swanson. this man does not use a credit card. he's probably got buried treasure.

[ginnyw-potter]

Chapter 44: The Coronation of King and Queen

Harry walked into the room the following morning and saw that many of the royals had gathered to discuss the situation with Secretera. There was Remus and Dora, Sirius and Regulus, Bill and his brothers. Only the Durmstormers were absent as expected.

Ginny looked up from her conversation with Regulus and smiled at him. She made her way over to him.

“Thank you all for joining. I know the matter of Secretera is not one with an easy answer, so I’m happy to hear any of your thoughts.”

“Why isn’t it easy?” Ron asked. “They already tried to kill Ginny twice. Do we let them continue trying?”

“Why are they even going after her specifically?” Fred asked.

“Lucius is the King’s new right-hand man, she and Alastor killed Draco. Both men think they’re his father most likely, I can see how his death would upset them. Lucius would’ve been eager to point a finger,” Regulus offered. “They have to start somewhere.”

Bill shook his head. “I don’t think Rodolphus was convinced of the fact.”

“Well, you Harpians have a claim to Secretera, so it makes sense he’d go after you first,” Remus uttered.

Full chapter: AO3/FFN

[starstruckfangirls]

Ok so all harry potter fans i would like to talk abt dumbledore who is like the apparent greatest wizard alive right, the only ONLY one who voldemort was afraid of so honestly what the actual hell was up with him.

First of all he is a master legilimens right??? So like shouldnt he have known that peter petyigrew that rat is a death eater...like how tf did he not know im honestly confused. And also couldnt he like have got he order to swear upon their magic that they havent voldy shots, he-who-does-not-have-a-nose. LIKE HE COULDVE DONE SOMETHING ANYTHING...ATLEAST IF HE IS THE SO CALLED GREATEST WIZARD ALIVE.

Now second of all shouldnt he have known that sirius is INNOCENT. like snape turned sides right so wouldnt he try to get as much info h can from snape...and snape was one o the trusted of voldy sp he wouldve known abt peter. Unless hes also an asshole who would let a person who bullied him when he was 15 rot in askaban of all places. But fine ig this could be on snape too.

NOW HE IS THE PRESUMED GREATEST WIZARD ALIVE RIGHT... so the hell did alastor "CONSTANT VIGILANCE" moody be impersonated by someone else right under his knocky ass nose. like what???? AND he is the greatest wizard alive right..he was the one that drew the ageline...how the hell did a normal wizard just get past that...HARRY DIDNT HAVE TO BE IN THE TOURNAMENT ..NO TOURNAMENT HARRY = NO OR ATLEAST PROLONGED RISE OF THAT UGLY ASS EGG RIGHT????

Oh and for the greatest wizard alive he really abandones his students in the hands of a blood quill torturing toad real fast didnt he...like HE COULDVE HAD A BACK UP PLAN COME ON ATLEAST TRY TO LIVE UP TO UR TITLE ???

oh and how the actual hell did three FIRST YEARS mange to solve all the traps and get the philosophers stone. Like ok hermione is smart rons good at chess and harry is a luck powerful bitch but like isnt dumbledore the greatest wizard alive....how could he not have put up more wards and shit so something like this wouldnt have happened .... like bitcb are u even trying come on.

Ukw im done for now dumbledore is a interesting character he really is hes got depth and secrets u cant even think of but honestly that doesnt mean i have to like him.

Also im sorry if u find gramatic and spelling errors i could just not bother with that shit.

[limetameta]

Voldemort: Harry Potter, I need someone to fill me in on what has happened in these 15 years while I was indisposed...It is disconcerting to wake up in 2013.

Harry: Err, you know I don't actually give a shit about whatever identity crisis you're going through right now? I have my own stuff to deal with.

Voldemort, just looking at him: You are an adult.

Harry: Yeah. And you're a senior citizen.

Voldemort: I am Lord Voldemort.

Harry: *thumbs up*

Voldemort: Where is the elder wand?

Harry: *thumbs down* Vinda snapped it in half.

Voldemort: ://// I do not trust that.

Harry: Though... she said she killed you and that was a lie.

Voldemort: Harry Potter, we need to talk.

Harry: *sighing* Actually. We don't. If you want to know our battle plans, take it up with Bellatrix. If you want to know logistics and information, that's Hermione and Luna. And if you fancy some strategy talk, Ron's your man. I am just a pretty face.

Voldemort: You look deteriorated and as if magic is eating you from within. I would hardly call you pretty.

Harry: Oi. Fuck you. I have a nose.

Voldemort: Incredible. This is the longest we have ever conversed and that's what you want to say to me.

Harry: I have a lot more to say to you than that, trust me.

Bellatrix, eavsdropping: This really reminds me of my relationship with Moody! Now that man knew how to press all of my buttons.

Voldemort: Did I truly miss you finally bedding Alastor Moody?

Bellatrix: ehehehhehe ;)

Voldemort: :/ Astounding. I hope he was everything you had ever hoped he would be.

Bellatrix: And MORE!

Voldemort, turning to Harry: She likes her men badly disfigured and monstrous I've realised.

Bellatrix: AND experienced!

Voldemort: Well, I think I did all right.

Bellatrix: :/

Voldemort: I am happy that you had Moody then.

Bellatrix, starry eyed: Ahhh. That man had the strength of a stallion, truly.

Voldemort: I have missed a lot.

Harry: Ask Delphini how to use a phone and I'll text you later.

Voldemort: I know... how to use a telephone...

Harry, snorting: Yeah, okay.

[jamesunderwater]

Ship? Hmm, tough question 🧐

Mad-Eye Moody. With you by his side dear old Allie won’t need constant vigilance because you’ll protect him from his own paranoia🥹

Ok, fine…..I ship you with Ron because you Slytherins have a way of corrupting Gryffindors and I feel like you both are amazing at comebacks and witty banter. Plus, who doesn’t love a redhead? Just be cautious of Hermione, don’t get hurt with canaries!

lmao Nena this is SO unhinged it's hilarious xD

At first I really balked at Alastor but okay, if he were a younger version of himself, maybe? I'd probably get sick of his intensity after a while though.

Ron is a very interesting choice. I do think we're a lot alike! I was actually just saying that I don't think I could date him, though. He'd definitely get on my nerves 😆 especially with his insecurity. Also, yeah, who in their right mind would try to go toe to toe with Hermione Granger?

ship game here!! send moreeee

[madelineorionswan]

Valentine's day Challenge 2022

Day 2: Perfection in Imperfection (perfect)

A/N: Day two yessss!!! To be fair this was one of the best ideas, I just wfhcnuqqqqqun this idea just makes me feel all fuzzy inside. So enjoy some fluff and stubborn Charlie and Madeline.

Warnings: Fighting, mentions of injury and blood, swearing.

Summary: Madeline and Charlie were seen as the perfect couple. No fights, loving and supportive of each other. But not every couple is perfect. Yet at the end of the day, their love is what keeps them forever bound to each other.

Love.

What a perfect thing most say. It binds two people together, makes them stronger together. Love conquers all, they say.

It was no secret that Molly and Arthur loved each other very dearly. It was also no secret to his siblings that Charlie, really wasn't interested in finding some special like his parents did. All Charlie could care about were his dragons.

When he first entered Hogwarts Charlie couldn't be more excited. He was interested in finding friends, sure, but he was more interested in learning about magical creatures, mostly dragons. While there, he also saw his older brother Bill, make friends with a girl of his year. Madeline orionswan. Together, they and her friends were keen on finding cursed vaults to free her brother. Charlie couldn't help but be interested in their adventures and often asked Bill about them. In his fourth year, he finally had the opportunity to meet her and the two quickly became good friends.

Years since then have passed, and so much has happened. Madeline lost her best friend and her brother. She also got a hell load of trauma to add to her childhood. But one of the best things that happened to her was Charlie. The two were head over heels for each other and finally confessed during their seventh year. To this day, Charlie couldn't help but wonder, how lucky he was to find Madeline and she couldn't help but wonder the same.

But even the best of couples have their imperfections. For Madeline and Charlie that would be their stubbornness.

The couple and the entire Weasley family had gathered after Ron's first year to enjoy the summer before everyone heads off on their own paths. Charlie had taken time off (reluctantly) from work. But Madeline, couldn't.

Being an Auror in training was hard work, especially if you've got Alastor Moody as your mentor. Madeline had tried to convince her boss to give her leave for a few days. But let's just say she got more scut work to do instead.

Charlie being the amazing boyfriend he is, completely supported Madeline. But he felt that she was unnecessarily pressurising herself. Why couldn't she just call in sick? Surely Moody wouldn't interrogate her about that.

Madeline really wanted to spend time with him too, but she was torn between work and enjoying herself.

One day this tension just boiled over.

---

It was a Sunday morning. The Weasley family were all enjoying the breakfast that Molly had made for them. Molly, as usual, made sure that everyone was full to the brim. Everyone was busy chattering about different topics. After breakfast, everyone was back to their own business.

"Now where do you think you're going, love?" Charlie said jokingly when he saw Madeline getting up, about to walk away.

"Oh I was just going to work on my files," Madeline said nonchalantly.

"Oh.. right," Charlie grumbled.

So she did. Madeline took out a stack of files and sat down on the geriatric couch in the living room. Charlie sighed and sat down beside her, placing an arm around her shoulder. Madeline continued to focus on work, not noticing Charlie.

Ron and Ginny who were busy chatting in the living room noticed Charlie's annoyance. The two siblings looked at each other, having a silent conversation. A determined expression appeared on their face and decided to distract Madeline.

Ginny went over to Madeline and poked her side to get her attention. Madeline briefly looked up and smiled but returned her attention back to work. Ginny huffed and tried to grab her files. But Madeline was quick to get it out of her hands.

"Sorry Gin but I gotta finish this, I'll talk later okay?" Madeline said.

Charlie was about to distract Ginny when Ron held him by his collar and dragged him to the kitchen.

"Oi, what was that for Ron?" Charlie whisper shouted once Ron let him go.

"Nothing we're just helping you mate," Ron shrugged.

"How is pulling me over to the kitchen helping me-"

"Look mate, I know you want Madeline to stop working on those papers, so we're just helping you," Ron interrupted Charlie.

The boys suddenly heard Ginny squeal and Madeline groan. They both looked from the kitchen and saw Ginny trying to grab the files while Madeline hoisted them over her head so that she couldn't grab them.

Getting the opportunity, Charlie walked behind Madeline and while she was unaware, grabbed them out of her hands. Madeline whirled around and tried to grab them, but Charlie was taller than her and she wasn't able to grab them. Charlie tossed them to Ron, who along with Ginny ran upstairs with the files.

Madeline was about to follow them, but Charlie grabbed her by her waist.

"Wha- Charles what's this about?!" Madeline asked annoyed.

"Just trying to get some attention from you, honestly you've been working since breakfast," Charlie chuckled.

"Well you have my attention now," Madeline crossed her arms over her chest, definitely not amused.

Charlie sighed, "It's just...since we've come here, you haven't given me a single moment with you, all you do is work, work and more work. I really miss spending time with you."

"Oh really!? Didn't you think for a minute that I was working for us?! Do you think I'm enjoying this?! Because I'm not!" Madeline yelled.

"Well if you're not enjoying this, why in the bloody hell are you doing it?! HONESTLY, SOMETIMES I THINK ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS YOUR WORK AND YOURSELF, YOU DON'T EVEN TAKE A MINUTE TO THINK THAT HOW IT AFFECTS OTHERS!" Charlie yelled back.

For a moment time stood still as the two of them looked at each other, shocked at what they had just said. As if things couldn't get worse, the couple heard someone gasp. They turned around and saw the twins, Molly, Ron and Ginny standing there, shocked.

Madeline was the first to break the silence. Charlie's words hurt her. A pang of guilt hit her when she realised how sad and hurt Charlie had felt. But she needed to be alone... at least for some time.

"I- I need to go, excuse me," Madeline mumbled and promptly walked outside.

"Madeline wait-" Charlie ran after her but she had already apparated.

Charlie sighed frustratedly. He ran his hands through his curly red hair. He'd screwed up big time. Charlie came back inside to see his mother's angry expression. Molly smacked his head, eliciting a giggle from the twins.

"Looks like lover boy's gotten himself into trouble Georgie " Fred joked, looking over at his twin

"Yeah well, I think Charlie here's gonna get a little "talk" from mum Freddie," George smirked at his brother.

But Molly ignored them and scolded Charlie, "That was an absolute disgrace, Charles! You are not allowed to speak to me until you apologise to Madeline!!"

"But mum-" but Molly had already left, ushering the younger children upstairs. Charlie groaned frustratedly and sat down on the couch. He felt terrible for shouting at Madeline like an absolute arsehole.

"I've got to make this right," Charlie whispered to himself. He didn't know he was going to, but he knew he was going to.

---

Madeline and Charlie didn't talk, not that day, not even the next day. It was weird for the entire family to see the two not talk at all. But The two REALLY wanted to talk to each other. They were just afraid to. Charlie and Madeline both longingly stared at each other while the other wasn't looking, hoping to catch a moment, but when it came they just couldn't say anything.

Finally, Charlie had enough and decided to man up and talk, how hard could it be right?

It was late in the night outside, a cool summer breeze was blowing. Charlie sat outside, in the Weasley's garden waiting for Madeline. It was agonising for Charlie as the minutes passed and Madeline didn't appear. Finally, Charlie saw her apparate right outside the gate. But something was wrong.

She looked pale and was sweating heavily. Charlie's eyes widened when he saw blood pouring out her hand. He rushed to her side, scooping her up, carefully in his arms and carried her inside. Madeline didn't protest.

He placed her, gently on the couch and went inside to get bandages. When he came back, he saw Madeline exhausted and fast asleep. He smiled fondly and kneeled beside her to bandage her hands. His movements awoke Madeline.

"Hey you," she smiled and whispered weakly. God Charlie missed her voice.

"Sorry, love didn't mean to wake you," Charlie smiled and placed a tender kiss on her forehead. Boy did Madeline miss those kisses.

Charlie was about to get up and leave when Madeline grabbed his hand suddenly. He turned around and saw her sigh, so he sat down beside her.

"I'm so sorry Charles, you were right, I was being an absolute wanker. I should've been here, spent more time with you or just hug you, but all I did was work." Madeline said, hoping that Charlie would forgive her.

"No no no, you're not the one to blame love it's my fault, I shouldn't have yelled at you, I had no right to. You were just doing what you were supposed to do and I was being the wanker here and I'm really really sorry and-" Charlie's ramble was cut off abruptly when he heard Madeline chuckle.

"Charlie it's okay, you don't have to apologise, as I said it was my fault."

"You do realise we'll go on apologising to each other for the rest of the night if you say that," Charlie chuckled and hugged Madeline, tightly.

Madeline sighed into his hug, momentarily forgetting about her injured hand, having long craved his warm touch and comfort. The two pulled back a little and kissed each other tenderly, knowing that they had forgiven each other long before they had said it.

Sure Charlie and Madeline had their imperfections as people and sure they had their imperfections as a couple. But they loved each other more than anything and that in itself was perfection.

[messrmoonyy]

number 3 from the physical touch list (hiding face in neck) for remadora please :)) (no pressure)

Not me neglecting previous prompts/requests because this one the one I got motivation for.

Prompt from this list.

I used this to do my spin on the aftermath of the Battle of the Seven Potters, Cause I like anxious overprotective Remus🙃😗✌🏻( I also changed like. The entire dialogue from the original scenes because why not ). Think battle of seven potters but add a little ✨spice and drama✨. I went off on a total tangent on this tbh. As I do with every prompt it seems. Anyway. Hope you like it my dear anon.

Pairing: Remus lupin x Nymphadora Tonks

Warnings: none

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She was late. Incredibly so. Her and Ron should have been one of the first pairs to arrive at The Burrow, he’d arranged for her to have one of the shortest routes. He’d not told her that of course but he was quite sure she’d known he’d gotten a little too tetchy and secretly spoken to Alastor. But he had a right to be over protective didn’t he? This was was his wife. The woman he had literally, and in every sense of the word, sworn his life to. Sworn his dying breath to protect her, care for her.

Yet he’d let her put herself in danger. He could have tried to persuade Alastor to let him and George go the same route as Dora and Ron, or at least in the similar direction. He knew he had to be focussed on the war effort, knew he had a duty to protect the children. But… he also had a duty to protect her. His wife. His Dora. And now for all he knew Bellatrix could have struck her down, her body lying lifeless in a field somewhere.

He wasn’t a particular calm man at the best of times, his stress had its own stress, but he had never felt worse than he did in that moment. He’d already practically attacked Harry, was in no way of any comfort to George and Molly. Or anyone else.

So he was waiting out of the way by the window, constantly looking up at the sky through the glass and waiting for her to materialise through the burrows guards, come skidding over and laugh at him for being anxious over nothing. But the sky remained clear of her vibrant hair and her joyful laugh. The stars practically mocking him as he waited.

“ she’s a tough one. She’ll be okay “ Kingsley had appeared at his side “ Bill and Fleur, Ron and Tonks. They’ll all be here soon. Stop fretting Remus “ Remus almost laughed at the sheer stupidity of telling him not to fret over her. As if he ever did anything else. He always worried for her safety, had done long before they had even become a couple. Waiting up for her to come home from late shifts at the ministry in the days she’d stay at Grimmauld, worrying about her when she’d turn up with a new bruise or gash from something. Marrying her had simply made him fret more.

He’d never felt so protective of anyone in his life, never thinking he ever would either. Yet here he was, constantly putting her first and wanting to do nothing but take care of her. She never left his mind, was his first priority forever and always. He didn’t even want to think about what he’d do if he ever lost her, if he ever failed to protect her.

“ Bill and Fleur were scheduled to arrive as one of the last. Dora and Ron should have been one of the first pairs here “ he said it slightly more harshly than intended and turned to apologise to his friend immediately after, but as he did there was the sound of something passing through the guards outside.

Remus charged outside, almost tripping over his own gangly limbs as he went. He froze to the spot in a mixture of shock and relief as Doras broom appeared in the sky, the bristles smoking and charred as she made an unsteady decent to the ground. She landed in a long skid,stumbling from the broom and directly into Remus’ arms. She practically fell into him and would have knocked him to the floor if he hadn’t been stiff as a board.

“ Remus “ she gasped, hugging him so tightly it took the air from his lungs. But he didn’t even care, he’d give his last breath if it meant dying with her there in his arms. Because she was alright. She was right. There “ was so worried about you. The death eaters and- fuck I know you’re really no good on a broom and you bloody hate flying at the best of times. Merlins balls I was so scared “ she rambled so fast Remus barely understood what she was saying to him.

His hand slipped into her hair in some attempt to hold her as close as he could, still trying to accept that she was really there. Safe. Alive. He had worried for nothing of course. He should have known. She was tough. So much tougher than he gave her credit for it seemed.

He gently pried her out of his grip slightly, needing to see her face just to make sure it really was her. That he wasn’t dreaming it.

“ where were you “ as had most of his words that evening, it came out a little harsh but she didn’t seem to care. She reached up to cup his face in a soothing manner that was the complete opposite of his previous words to her.

“ Bellatrix. Wants me dead just about as much as Voldy wants Harry. Missed our port key. But I’m fine. Ron’s fine. We’re fine. You’re fine? “ he could feel tears welling in his eyes and he felt a bit stupid, but he couldn’t help it. Words failed him and he simply just nodded and pulled her back into his arms “ fucking deatheaters “ she grumbled.

He pressed his face into the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent and letting it calm him. She smelt like the fresh air, her hair all wind tousled and the slightest hint of smoke. Probably from her charred broom. Her hand rubbed gentle circles into his back and it made him feel… small. Which was funny with how much smaller she actually was compared to him.

“ sweetheart… I’m fine “ she said softly, clearly reading his fear still evident on him “ Remus “

He lifted his head as her hand patted him lightly, but he couldn’t bare to part from her again just yet and his forehead dropped to hers.

“ I’m afraid I underestimated you once again, darling. I knew deep down you’d make it back to me, I’m getting far too old to be worrying like this “ he said with a hint of a smile.

“ oh don’t worry, you won’t get rid of me that easily. Take more than a few of old Voldys mental lackeys to take me out. You’re stuck with me now. Im going no where “ their faces were so close he could feel her cheeks shift as she smiled with her words. Her nose brushed against his before she pressed a kiss to his lips. He usually was rather strict on his avoidance of showing affection to his wife in front of well… anyone really. But he happily kissed her back, even if he did cut it off a little shorter than he truly wanted. Still wondering at the back of his mind if any of the order were secretly judging him. It’d never escape him no matter how hard he tried not to care about it.

As they pulled apart she then only seemed to notice that there was blood on his hands and his jacket. She took a step back, her hands suddenly searching for an injury.

" blood? Remus? " her hands were frantic as she yanked at his collar, pushed up his sleeves, searching for anywhere she could find an injury. He grabbed ahold of her hands and shook her slightly so that she would look at him, it was clearly her time to fret and not his.

" Dora. Dora relax. It's not mine. It's not my blood. George was hit.. don't worry he's alive. He's lost an ear but he's okay. So am I. Not my blood love, it's not mine " she couldn't seem to help herself then and dived for lips again, holding his face in her hands and kissing him harder than before. He still couldn’t help but be a little reluctant but kissed her back, his embarrassment of kissing her in front of others not mattering when they were both just thankful to be alive and with each other.

" I'm just so happy you're alive " she whispered when she pulled back, resting her forehead to his. He opened his mouth to say something else but suddenly she was yanked out of Remus' embrace and shoved away, her clumsy legs stumbling in the gravel and she fell quite ungraciously onto her ass with a grunt of pain. Remus immediately rushed to her side in confusion.

" what the fuck! " she shouted and Remus looked up to see that Kingsley had been the one to pull her away, his wand now pointed at her face.

" Kingsley! Lower your wand! " Remus immediately jumped to her defence, crouching beside her and placing a hand to her shoulder  " Dora are you okay? Dora? "

" someone betrayed us we have to check everyone. You didn't even confirm her identity Lupin, she could have killed you. Look I didn’t mean to knock you down- we have to be certain you understand? "

" are you bloody mental?! " Dora yelled again, rubbing at her elbow that she’d clearly hurt on the way down.

" Kingsley... lower your wand she got Ron back safetly it's quite clearly- "

" we have to check " Kingsley said cutting off Molly, who had come outside with the commotion. Remus helped her back to her feet and then grabbed her hand, stepping in between her and kingsleys raised wand.

" lower. Your. wand. " his voice was commanding as he could muster, Kingsley was his friend. But Dora was his wife. And she came first. And he would put himself between her and a raised wand any and every time. No matter who was on the other end of it.

" Nymphadora Tonks gave me a present for my birthday last year. What was it?" Kingsley asked, ignoring Remus entirely, his wand still pointed at her as she was half hid behind Remus’ body.

" this is ridiculous! We're all turning on each other now? "

" answer the question " Kingsley ignored Remus again, which only made his blood boil more. He was already on edge that evening with the fear of losing his wife. This wasn’t helping to lower his stress levels.

" I know my own damned wife- "

" what was it! " Remus drew his own wand then at the increase in Kingsleys anger, pointing it in Kingsleys direction.

" Remus! "

" lower. Your wand. And step away from my wife " he demanded, not wanting to hurt Kingsley… but willing to if he had to.

" you don't even know if that is your wife"

" please! Stop the both of you! " Molly shouted.

" fucking hell " Dora said and held onto Remus hand harder, stepping better into view " I gave you a new set of quills because I charmed your last lot to throw them self out the window whenever you touched them. Happy? " Kingsley was quiet for a moment longer " now drop your wands. Both of you " Kingsley looked to Remus before finally lowering his wand. But Remus couldn’t. He felt betrayed almost, that someone he thought as a friend would do something like threaten the woman he loved.

Dora pressed gently on Remus' wrist to make him too lower his wand when he didn’t do it if his accord immediately " Remus. Lower your wand...Remus “

" this is exactly what Voldemort would want. To see us all turning on each other. We cannot let ourselves get paranoid like this " Remus said bitterly, wrapping an arm around his wife protectively and finally dropping his wand arm. He knew that Kingsley has been right to check in a way. He had needed to check. Though there were much better ways to go about it rather than pointing a wand at her head. To hold a wand to a witch or wizard was one of the most disrespectful things you could do.

" someone betrayed us "

" Dora and I are never out of each other's sight long enough for anyone to have made a switch or have her as their spy. And you know that. How dare you hold a wand to her head. How dare you " Remus was itching for an argument. And Dora could sense it, also so incredibly good at reading his emotions and thoughts before even he was.

" Remus " she said softly, lifting a hand to gently turn his face to look at her instead of glaring at Kingsley " Remus look at me " she ran her hand gently through his hair and he instantly seemed to relax. His own muscles losing tension without his consent at her touch. She had a knack at being one of the only people to get him to the calm down in almost an instant. Sirius and James had been the only other people he knew that could " relax. It's okay " she transported them into their own little bubble. As if the others were no longer in the burrow too and she kept him there, gently rubbing at his hand until his first unclenched and angry breaths returned to normal.

[acnelli]

First Time Falling

This is my entry for the @hpqueerfest 2021. Thanks to the mods who hosted this! And a big thank you to my great beta-readers @nagemeikenu and @static-abyss who put up with my phone-writery (writing time is hard to come by these days).

This story was inspired by Prelude and Fugue by shes_gone, and it’s set in a world where Harry didn’t go to Hogwarts, but had been prepared for his destiny.

Pairing: Harry Potter/Ron Weasley Rating: T TW: strong language, mentions of war time, mentions of drug and alcohol consume Prompt: Falling in love for the first time as an adult (late 20’s-early 30’s) Summary: Harry Potter –Head-Auror and Savior of the Wizarding World– spontaneously asked out a cute redhead and it turned to so much more than he could have ever hoped for. 

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Not bothering to knock, Ron Weasley marched into Hermione Granger’s office. The heavy mahogany door slammed against the wall, making Hermione jump up from her chair.

“Ron,” she shrieked as a bunch of paper fell off her desk. “What happened?”

Instead of providing his best friend with an explanation for his sudden intrusion, Ron paced back and forth. The panicked look in his eyes made Hermione assume the worst.

With one swift motion, Hermione stepped in front of the redhead, forcing him to stop his frantic pacing. “Ron, please talk to me,” she pleaded, taking his hand into hers. “What’s going on? Is someone hurt? Is your family okay?”

Hermione’s worried expression and the panic in her voice finally brought Ron to his senses. “No, don’t worry, Hermione,” he sighed as he closed her office door. “I’m sorry! But...do you have time for a quick cup of tea in the cafeteria?”

“As a matter of fact, I do. This report is giving me a headache and I need a break.”

Hermione grabbed her purse and gestured for Ron to lead the way.

“I swear, Ron, if you almost gave me a heart attack over something Quidditch related, I’ll hex you into next week and make your new Firebolt disappear forever,” Hermione added as they made their way down to the Ministry cafeteria.

Ron glanced over at the bushy-haired witch, suppressing a grin as he told her his distress was indeed about Quidditch. They grabbed their beverages and headed towards a free table. Gracing him with a dark look, Hermione gestured for Ron to finally tell her what’s going on.

“Harry Potter asked me out on a date!”

This statement caused Hermione’s drink to go down the wrong way, resulting in a violent coughing fit and her spitting out the tea.

“What?” she wheezed out between coughs, as Ron cleaned his face and shirt with his wand.

He waited patiently until Hermione recovered, both from the coughing fit and the shock. “See, even you don’t believe me,” Ron sighed, harshly rubbing his hands over his face, “I don’t blame you, though. I can’t believe it myself, after all.”

Finally being able to speak again, Hermione put her elbows on the small table and leaned forward, determined to not miss a single thing about this story. “Spill! How? When? Where? And don’t you dare to leave out even the smallest detail.”

Ron shook his head, still in disbelief about what had happened to him just twenty minutes ago. Not being able to wrap his head around it, he decided to tell Hermione today’s events from beginning to end.

“Today, Robertson sent me a memo to come to his office to discuss the ridiculous complaints about the Tornados/Harpies game last week,” Ron started and couldn’t help rolling his eyes about the things he had to put up with at work sometimes. “So, I went there, gave him my report about the match and a brief overview. Thank Merlin, he only asked his usual useless questions about referee bribery claims. I was ready to launch into a whole speech but he suddenly dismissed me and told me to write up a statement for the press.

“I was just on my way back to my office when I met Seamus. The fucking wanker had the nerve to claim the next Cannons match for himself. I know he did that just to spite me so, naturally, I gave him an ear full about it as we waited for the lift. We only noticed Harry Potter standing right behind us when we got inside the lift. I probably sounded like an idiot but Seamus and I kept the conversation up because I always get second-hand embarrassment when people stop talking if Potter walks by or joins the lift.”

Hermione patiently listened to his ramblings, restraining herself from telling him to get to the point already.

Ron sipped on his tea and shook his head. “You know what? I read too much into this. Just realised that I’m acting exactly as everyone else does. What’s the big deal? Just a bloke who wants to have a pint after work.”

Hermione stared at Ron, expecting him to go on with his story, but he just kept sipping his tea.

“Ron!”

“What?”

“How did he ask you out?” She accidentally raised her voice but Hermione was finally losing her patience with him.

“I told you, he most likely-”

“Just tell me the damn story, already!” Hermione snapped, blushing a little when she noticed the people on the other tables giving her funny looks.

“Alright,” Ron said, raising an eyebrow at her. “Calm down, barmy woman.”

“You're the one marching into my office like a lunatic. Spill it! Now!”

With a heavy sigh, Ron continued with his story, curling his hands around the tea mug to keep from fidgeting.

“Seamus had already gotten off at another level, so it was just me and Potter in there. I tried to avoid the awkward silence, so I asked him if he followed Quidditch and was going to listen to or even watch the Tornados match tonight. He said that he does follow Quidditch and that he intended to listen to the match at home but if I'd be up to it, we could listen to it at this new pub that just opened in Diagon. He totally caught me by surprise, but I must've agreed because he told me he'll meet me at the fireplaces at 5. Then he left the lift. Then I freaked out and came to your office.”

Ron marked the end of his story by taking another sip of his tea before he defiantly crossed his arms in front of him.

“Jesus, Harry Potter actually asked you out! Oh my God!” Hermione almost squealed, grasping one of Ron's arms.

“Nah! I don't think so anymore. I bet he just wanted to have a pint and was only being polite when he asked me to come along,” Ron said. “Who'd ask someone out like that anyway?”

“Someone looking for a partner?”

“Yeah, but think about it, Hermione. Why would he ask me out? The guy is not only fucking famous, he's also devilishly handsome. He could have anyone he wanted.”

“So?”

Ron looked at Hermione as though she'd just declared the desire to live as a chicken.

“So? So, why would someone ask me out while on a random stroll through the Ministry? Who'd think ‘Oh, that freakishly tall ginger with more freckles than skin looks kinda awkwardly cute. Let's try to get a leg over?'"

“I dated you,” Hermione interjected.

“You don't count.”

“Well, thank you!” Her sarcasm was all but ignored by Ron.

“I just know I'll embarrass myself tonight,” Ron insisted, looking quite unhappy. “Let's go back to work. I still have to write that useless report.”

“Devilishly handsome, hm?”

“Shut up!”

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Harry didn't know what had possessed him to ask the cute ginger out for a pint.

Maybe it had been the Prophet article speculating for the umpteenth time about when the Savior of the Wizarding World would finally settle down and make some black-haired, green-eyed babies. Rita Skeeter had many ideas about what worthy witch could conquer the heart of Harry Potter. All things considered, the article had probably not been the worst thing written about him so far.

Sometimes he wondered if he should've taken Sirius’ advice to feed the press and public meaningless details of his life. It wouldn't stop the constant speculations and made-up affairs, but it probably would reduce the paparazzi following him around, the crazy fans sending him love letters and maybe, they would find something more newsworthy than where Harry Potter bought his toilet paper.

But he hated the fact that people demanded this from him. He was 29 now, and while the great hype about him was over, he still seemed to be interesting enough to write about, even over a decade after his defeat of Voldemort.

He knew the majority of the Wizarding World was sincerely grateful for what he'd done. There were so many parents thanking him for the simple fact that they're still alive and able to see their children grow up.

It reminded him that it was all worth it. The sacrifices, the nearly friendless childhood, his secret life away from the public, the growing up with the knowledge that he might not live long enough to celebrate his 17th birthday. All of that had resulted in ending Voldemort once and for all.

When he'd destroyed the Dark Lord and his Horcruxes though, Harry’s hope of finally living a normal life got crushed soon after. In the post-war world, it had been next to impossible to lead a life like everyone else. Because of his childhood and his training by Alastor ‘Mad Eye’ Moody himself, he learned not to trust easily. And since occasions to make friends or interact with strangers had been few and far between, he never really learned what to look for in a friend.

He was well aware that he was complaining about a comfortable life. His parents had left him a respectable amount of gold, and Sirius bought him a flat in London after he graduated from Auror Academy. Maybe he'd gotten this job because of his fame and reputation, but he knew he deserved the position as Head Auror. There was hardly anyone with the same amount of training and experience he brought to the table, and he was under the impression the people working for him did genuinely like him as a boss. Two of them he even considered friends after all these years.

Aside from the two friends at work he also had his family. He had Sirius, Remus, Andromeda, Tonks and his godson, Teddy. He wasn't alone by any means, but he'd never met someone he could possibly fall in love with. Hell, aside from one of Tonks’ old friends from school and her father's attempts to set him up with several of his countless nieces—and later nephews when Harry told his family girls didn't do it for him—he'd never even dated. Toby—a fellow student from elementary school and the only friend his age—dragged him to Muggle pubs and clubs, resulting in the occasional snog or even a shag with a stranger. Needless to say, his first time hadn't exactly been romance novel material and it sure wasn't something he liked to think about. Sometimes, Harry feared that he would never fall in love, that he wasn't capable of developing those feelings for another person.

Those unpleasant thoughts combined with the Rita Skeeter article may have been the result of his sudden impulse to just go for it and ask the redhead out. But it also could have been the brilliant blue eyes, the kind, shy smile and the lean shoulders. Harry was sure, though, that the main reason for it had been the fact that this man hadn't treated him like a Messiah. It had just been an easy conversation, even if it had been only two minutes.

Harry hoped it would remain that way when they watched the game later. In fact, he could just brush it off as a friendly meeting with a fellow Ministry worker if Cute Ginger wasn't interested in anything more.

But when he thought about the redhead’s lopsided grin, Harry felt a foreign flutter in his stomach and he couldn't help but hope for more, even if it was just another visit to the pub.

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In the 30 years of Ron Weasley’s existence, he'd never been on time for something not work-related. Today, though, he was almost ten minutes early as he waited by the fireplaces for Harry Potter.

Again, he felt rather pathetic. For a hot second, he considered waiting in a nearby bathroom to pass the time, pretending to get to their meeting place just in time. But then he reminded himself that he wasn’t a petty teenager anymore, and even if Potter found it pathetic, Ron didn’t expect a repeat of tonight, anyway.

He decided to just treat this like a meet-up with Dean and Seamus every other Thursday after work. Just two guys, enjoying a couple of pints together, talking about Quidditch. Nothing special. Nothing to freak out over.

The atrium was busy as ever but he spotted Potter right away when the Head-Auror stepped out of the lift and made his way towards the fireplaces. He still wore his magenta work robes and Ron couldn't help but notice how sexy they looked on him.

“Hi!” Potter greeted Ron, smiling somewhat shyly. “Ready for some beer and Quidditch?”

“Sure! But I forgot to introduce myself earlier, so I figured I'd do that now,” Ron said, giving the dark haired man a smile in return, as he offered his hand for a proper introduction. “I'm Ron. Ron Weasley.”

“I'm Harry.”

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“No way! How did he get out of there?”

Harry barked out a laugh at Ron's tale of a night out with Seamus and Dean. His outburst was loud enough for the other guests of the pub to look in their direction. Ron found it amusing how a simple change into Muggle clothes, different glasses, and a slightly lighter hair colour resulted in no one recognizing the Boy-Who-Lived.

“Since it was a Muggle police station, Seamus had to spend the night there. Statute of Secrecy, and all. We picked him up the next morning and filled him in on what he'd done the night before, including showing everyone his pale arse.” Ron grinned deviously at the memory. “I invented some things for good measure. Unfortunately, Dean is too good for this world and told him a few hours later that I was taking the mickey.”

Harry shook his head, chuckling. “That reminds me of Remus searching the whole of London for Sirius, only to find him several hours later in a hidden spot on the roof. He was gazing at the stars and totally stoned. Combined with Firewhiskey, he didn't remember a single thing from that night.”

“Sirius?” Ron looked quite interested at the mention of his Godfather’s name. “Sirius, as in Sirius Black?”

“Yes. He was my Dad’s best friend. And he's my Godfather.”

“I'm just asking because I'm related to the Blacks. My grandfather married Cedrella Black.”

“Yes, I recognize the name. Her face got blasted off the family tree,” Harry said, and at Ron's raised eyebrow quickly added, “Sirius’ mother blasted everyone off that tree who didn't uphold the Black family's motto ‘Toujours pur’. So, Cedrella must have gone against the high and mighty Black Pureblood tradition.”

“Well,” Ron said, taking a swig of his beer, “she married a Weasley. I'm sure that alone was reason enough to disown her. The Weasleys have been notorious blood traitors since forever.”

“Sounds like your grandmother had good taste in men if you ask me.”

Harry winked at Ron, and the redhead felt the burning blush creeping up his neck.

Ron was once again amazed at how little time it had taken him to lose his nervousness. But Harry Potter made it very easy for him. Harry was confident, yet humble and polite. His humor didn't have Ron's sarcastic edge, but the redhead found Harry delightfully witty with a good amount of sass.

Ron didn't know what he expected but it was undeniable how easy it was to talk to Harry. He could only hope the raven-haired man enjoyed this just as much as he did. Harry laughed at his jokes and seemed genuinely interested in Ron's more-than-mundane life.

As much as Ron tried to see this as a meeting with a good friend, he couldn't help the warm feeling in his chest every time Harry smiled at him or his leg accidentally bumped against Ron's. And if the alcohol hadn't gone to his head already, making him imagine things, Harry's eyes kept flitting down to Ron's lips.

When the woman behind the bar announced the final round, they decided to call it a night since it was one of Harry's work Saturdays tomorrow.

As they ventured out of the crowded pub and into the cool night air, Ron was disappointed about the evening coming to an end. Time had flown and he was sure they could've talked for several more hours.

“Would you mind if I walk you home?” Harry asked just as Ron wanted to wish him a good night.

Ron nodded, not being able to suppress his smile as Harry obviously remembered him mentioning that he only lived a few blocks away.

They kept their pace slow and walked a little closer to each other than necessary, their hands bumping against one another. Every touch sent a jolt through Ron's body and he wanted nothing more than to take Harry's hand.

Eventually, they reached their destination. During the entire walk home Ron had gathered all of his Gryffindor courage to ask Harry out, this time for an official date.

“I- um,” Ron started, rubbing one hand against the back of his neck to ease his nerves. “I really enjoyed this evening and I was wondering...Maybe I got this all wrong, but you seem interested, and well, I'm interested too. And if you're not, that's totally fine. But...caniseeyouagain?”

And before Ron's face had the time to go completely crimson, he got his answer as Harry took his hand to pull him close, leaned up and kissed him.

Harry pulled back from Ron's lips, his stunning, green eyes slightly darker than usual and holding a hopeful glint.

Ron didn't give himself the chance to overthink as he put his hand on the back of Harry's neck and kissed him again. A deep groan escaped him when Harry licked at Ron's bottom lip and Harry took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside.

Ron was positive that he'd never experienced something more incredible than kissing Harry Potter. The only things he was capable of paying attention to were Harry and the wild thumping of his heart. And while it was exhilarating and new and positively made him weak in the knees, it also felt a lot like coming home.

Having lost all sense of time, Ron couldn't tell if they'd kissed for a minute or several hours when they broke apart. Harry's hands still gripped his shirt and Ron let his own hands glide from Harry's dark hair down over strong, well-defined shoulders to finally rest at his hips.

Both of them tried to catch their breath and Harry, who finally let go of Ron's shirt to put his arms around him, smiled up at Ron almost shyly.

“Yes, you can see me again,” Harry said, grinning.”What are your plans for tomorrow night?”

“Well,” Ron pretended to think about it for a second, “I thought I'd do this.”

And with that, he leaned in to kiss Harry again.

“I think that's a brilliant idea.”

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Just as he turned off the radio and grabbed his coat from the rag beside the door, a loud knock sounded through Harry's now quiet flat.

“Ten minutes early. Eager, aren't we?” Harry said as he opened the door for a tall ginger with a picnic basket in one hand and a broom in the other.

“Says the one waiting right beside the door like a good dog.”

Ron shoved his way inside, putting down the basket and broom before pulling Harry into his arms.

“Happy Birthday,” Ron murmured against the other man's lips. “And I thought I was supposed to give you a present, not the other way around?”

Harry pulled back a little, apparently confused. Ron grinned at him and squeezed Harry's arse. “Thanks for wearing my favourite pants today.”

Chuckling, Harry pointed at the broom Ron had brought with him. “No way I'll fly on a broom in these. Good thing I also packed my joggers.”

Ron hadn't told him where they were going for Harry's Birthday. He'd just instructed Harry to be ready at 9 in the morning, so they'd be back in time for dinner at Grimmauld Place with Harry's family.

Only two months had passed since their first kiss, but Harry already felt as though he'd known Ron for much longer. Every kiss, every touch, all the teasing and banter, and late night talks felt so completely natural, yet blissfully exciting.

“Come on, grab your broom. We're on a tight schedule.”

Ron winked at him and before Harry knew it, they were standing in the middle of a giant Quidditch pitch.

There wasn't a single soul besides them, but Harry immediately recognized the giant Hogwarts House banners from his family's keepsakes of their school years. Aside from that fateful day when he'd fought Voldemort on those grounds, he'd never visited the school. Not before, not after.

Harry tried to swallow down the lump in his throat. The surprise must be the result of one of their late night talks, when Harry confessed that his deepest desire while growing up had been to go to Hogwarts.

“Are we allowed to be here or do I need to arrest you for breaking into school grounds?”

Arms wrapped around him from behind and Harry could feel Ron smiling against the back of his head. “I wouldn't be opposed to playing the big bad Auror and the naughty Suspect later, but this is actually 100% legal. Having contacts with important Quidditch officials has its perks sometimes. And my annual chess game against McGonagall helped too, I suppose.”

“Okay then,” Harry said, lifting one of Ron's hands to his mouth to brush his lips against his knuckles. “Fill me in on that plan of yours.”

Ron let go of him and reached for their brooms, tossing one of them at Harry. “I thought we'd fly over the grounds first, so I can show you everything from above. The castle looks fucking amazing from up there and the Great Lake is a sight to die for when the water reflects the sun.”

Ron mounted his broom and flew in slow circles around Harry as he continued to talk. “I hope you don't mind that I invited your family for dinner. But I thought we could all show you the castle, introduce you to our favourite spots and secret places. Andromeda can show us the Slytherin common room. I've never been there myself. I'll show you the kitchen first. That's where I'll cook dinner later while the others show you around.”

Jumping down from his broom, Ron looked at Harry with a mixture of excitement and reluctance as he rubbed the back of his neck. It was a telltale sign of the redhead being nervous, Harry had learned in the last weeks.

“So, I thought this to be fitting for a 30th Birthday. I wasn't sure what to get you that you don't already have, and I reckoned this might be fun.”

Harry didn't know what to say and his silence only made Ron doubt his plan more. It always baffled Harry how Ron didn't realize how wonderful he was. He wished Ron could see himself through Harry's eyes.

Right at that moment, as Harry looked into Ron's blue eyes, it hit him. In fact, he knew he'd been harbouring these feelings inside him for weeks now, but only now he could see it with shining clarity.

He was falling in love.

The feeling was new, something he'd never experienced, but still he recognized it for what it was.

 Love.

***

[chudleycanonficfest]

Day 32, Story #2 is by @ahankar1610

Title: The Castle of Agony

Author: Ahankar1610

Pairing: Ron/Hermione

Prompt: AU / Mythological/Fairytale

Rating: T

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of death.

The Castle of Agony

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“Weasley!” a booming voice rang in the east corridor, Auror department, Ministry of Magic. A young man, who was going through the paperwork of recent strategies their head of Department hand introduce and also half paying attention to Chudley Canon’s recent stats in the ongoing league, jumped from his seat in fright.

He ran out of his cubicle, storming past every cubicle and ignoring everyone who had their heads stuck out of their cubicles to see what caused their head of department, Alastor ‘mad-eye’ Moody, to shout this loudly in the corridor. Yes, he was pretty loud, but never that much loud.

Ron Weasley reached the door of the office of Head of the Auror Department, he breathed a sigh and checked his features. He plated his bright red hair to look formal and checked his attire which is thankfully fine, because he’s been busy with paperwork which was thrusted to him by Jenna, the receptionist of Auror Department, and he didn’t get a chance to do anything else after that.

He knocked two times, “Come in,” came Moody’s voice from behind the door. Ron breathed in again to prepare himself and entered the office. He closed the door behind and Moody is not the only one present at the office.

James Potter, The Trainer of Aurors is also present at Moody’s office. He gave a nod to both of them and stood there with his demeanour and stance stiff.

“Auror Weasley,” said Moody in a formal voice, “Our magical control department informed us of rare and immense waves of magic are detected in Barnton, Cheshire. Its an old abandoned castle from where it was detected. Though it is not our work to handle the accidental magic, but it is for the first time this immense amount of magic is recorded,” Moody sighs, Ron can tell that his boss is not happy with the arrangement.

“We think it’s a ploy. by the smugglers. Barnton’s forest had a herd of unicorns and we are sure that their main purpose is to distract us and the rangers,” said James who looked a little reluctant, he exchanged a glance with Moody, “Ron,” he said tenderly, he had always treated Ron like his own and they both are now share a family after the wedding of Harry and Ginny.

“We only want you to check the perimeter of that Castle and report us about every single activity, either it is smugglers or an accidental magic by a brat. Is it understood?” Moody growled.

“Yes sir,” Ron replied in a firm voice.

Moody nodded, “You will reach the spot and try to stay under the cover. If you see anything peculiar, you will contact the headquarters.”

Ron nodded and turn to walk out of the office, his had just turned when he heard James called his name again. He turned and James is watching him with a grim expression, which was a first for Ron, as this man had always had a smile on his face since Ron can remember.

“If anything happened, anything. Just leave the spot and return to the headquarters,” he said gravely. Ron made an odd expression, bewildered by James’s word and behaviour. He nodded and leave the room.

“What happened Potter?” Moody asked quietly, his eyes on James who is sipping water from his glass of his water. His face quaint and unreadable.

“I don’t know,” James said silently, he wiped a little amount of sweat from his forehead by his sleeve. “There is something, something wrong. I feel today is there is something bizarre, about the day today.”

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Ron landed on his feet at the soft ground. The chilly air of late November hit his cheeks, he shuddered at the sudden contact of coldness.

He quickly casted disillusionment charm on himself. He currently had a tree for his cover as he took around his surroundings. He was at the end of the forest, a place which smugglers usually used for their hideouts.

He shifted a little, he had his wand out. “Homenum Revelio,” there isn’t anyone in the perimeter. Ron frowns, it cannot be possible for the magic trace to be vanish that quickly. His spell tells him that there isn’t a source of magic present in the forest.

The smugglers can’t be gone that quickly. Then suddenly Ron felt something, a shiver, like someone is present around him. His body stiffened as he prepared for a combat, but nothing came.

He glanced around, his disillusionment charm is up and he can feel that someone is watching him. He knew that the attack will upon him. He decides to confront, his location is known by James and Moody and he feels that he can overtake smugglers if he tried. He wants to know their position and the only way to find that is to lure himself to them.

He undid the charm and step out of the cover, nothing happened. He had expected them to jump on him the moment he came out but nothing came. He gripped his wand firmly. The anticipation of an ambush is the only thing in his mind now.

He walked a few step forwards and a breeze of wind passed him from his left, he turned to his left swiftly “Stupefy!” he yelled.

The curse flew past piercing two trees in his way and vanished when it reached the third one. His voice echoed in the dark forest and Ron knew that there is something peculiar is going on in this forest.

“Homenum Revelio,” he whispered again, and this time he felt something. On the north side of the forest, he had felt it. A source of heat. A single source of heat.

He thought about James’s words but he feels but then, he didn’t know why but every part of his body wants him to follow this trail. His instincts are telling him to go to the north side of this forest.

At the moment of this decision, Ron choose to trust his instincts than his teacher. He walked into the depth of the forest.

The north side of the forest is more darker and Ron had found it confusing that many of the plants are magical and it was rare to find the magical flora to be found in muggle visited areas.

His steps died down as a stone appeared in front of him, something is, or something was carved on it. Before someone had scratched it, it seems like it was a name of a place. It was scratched by a sword and there is something which was also carved which made Ron’s eyes twitched.

‘AGONY’

It was carved in the middle of the stone and Ron can tell why someone would do something like this. Ron was mesmerized in the stone that he didn’t notice a shadow standing at the end of woods watching him closely.

Ron’s eyes twitched as he felt a tug in his brain and he felt his blood racing, he noticed the shadow. His left hand reached his wand but the shadow noticed and moved backwards a little.

“HALT!” he yelled and the shadow stopped for a second.

“Don’t move!” he said his wand on person’s back. “Raise your hands!” he ordered and to his surprise the shadow, he can tell is a person, obliged.

He cautiously started walking forwards, he reached a little closer to the person, “Turn around,” he ordered and when the person turned to face him, wind got knocked out of him.

There is a woman, well a beautiful woman, is standing in front of him. Her face looks like she is annoyed at him but their eyes met, he felt something. There is something familiar in those chocolate brown eyes, something familiar, like he had known these eyes for years. Her lips, her face, her hair.

Ron didn’t know why but he feels like that he knew her. It feels warm in his chest as he admired those brown bushy locks.

“What do you want!?”

Ron blinked and blinked again, “Yeah,” he said breaking his reverie and then looked at the woman who has her arms crossed over her chest and she looked really crossed.

He coughed a little, and then cleared his throat. “Um,” he awkwardly glanced at her face and it shows that she wanted answer. “What are you doing here on your own, ma’am?” he asked.

“Why do you think that it is something of your business, Auror?” she snapped. Well Aunt Muriel always said that handsome people are always arrogant. He sighs, wait!? Auror?

“You’re a witch?” he asked.

The woman rolled her eyes, “Yes I am.”

“Then what are you doing here?” he asked, his voice firm and gaze unmoving. He’s an auror.

“I am here for research,” she said.

Ron raised his eyebrow, by the mention of the research he surmised that this woman is a muggle. Obliviating her is the best option but he didn’t want to and the reason is unknown for him. He sighs, as per the protocol he has to obliviate her.

“Don’t even think about it,” the woman said, her eyes flashing. Ron’ s hand which was about to reach his wand stopped in mid-air. He frowned sceptical of this woman’s sharpness.

“Don’t make that face,” she said, “I know you were going to obliviate me.”

Ron’s both eyebrows shot up, “So you’re a witch?” he asked. The woman rolled her eyes, “Took you long enough to figure out,” she said, her voice irked and Ron scowled at her snappish behaviour.

“You should not be here ma’am,” he said, trying to keep his voice gentle and formal. The woman seems on guard. “What is your name?” Ron asked “And what is your purpose to be here?”.

She hesitated to talk, “I am Hermione.” Hermione, the name feels warm. “I came here to visit the old castle of Barnton.”

Castle? He never heard of any castle here in this deep forest of Barnton. “There is a castle auror,” she said as if she knew what was going in his mind. “I didn’t come here for no reason. I had heard the tales and infamous stories of the abandoned Barnton castle which was infamously known as the castle of agony.”

Ron glanced back at the stone he was admiring before and then at the woman standing before him. Her clothing is similar to him, heavy black robes hung till her knees and looking at her face, he can tell she’s in no mood of abandoning her search.

“I am Auror Ron Weasley,” he introduced himself. “This place is not safe for any civilian. I am afraid you would have to return.”

Her eyes went wide of anger when he suggested that. He expected a rant from her, but she didn’t. She turned around and started storming towards the direction he thinks the castle is.

He sighed, he can tell that the woman is stubborn and she won’t leave, he is sure of that, so. “Wait!” he yelled and she stopped in her steps and turned around with a frown plastered on her face. “I know you won’t leave until you find that castle, so let me accompany you. This place is full of smugglers and I can’t leave a civilian roam into this perimeter alone.”

Hermione stared at him, contemplating his word. After a minute of eying him in distrust, she nodded.

She started walking again and this time he is walking with her, though he is four or five steps behind her.

“Why is this castle abandoned?” he asked out of the curiosity. Hermione glanced back and then said, “It was the first castle of Barnton. Nearly eight centuries ago, it was ruled by King Regenweald before it was abandoned.” Hermione said, her voice serene.

Ron noticed many of the stones which he can tell were used to be walls and are just ruins now. “We have just entered its boundaries, Auror Weasley.”

“How come it was abandoned? If it was a castle of a dynasty. Why no one knows about it?” Ron asked.

Hermione sighed, “This castle is haunted as they say,” she said and Ron glanced around them. “It was all because of one woman.”

“A woman?” Ron asked.

Hermione nodded her face solemn, “Long ago when King Regenweald was just a prince, he met a girl. A girl named Elene, who he met during a hunt. They both fell in love with each other the moment their eyes met for the very first time.”

“Elene’s healing techniques were unique and best, many believed that she was a witch and that I think she was.” Hermione rubbed her hands to feel warm as the weather is started to get cold. Ron took out his wand and casted heating charm on both of them. “Thank you,” Hermione said with a smile and Ron returned it. She smiled for the first time and Ron thinks it was a charming smile.

“Then they married, many stories tells that it was one of the most beautiful wedding someone ever had witnessed. They both were so in love and it was celebrated in their kingdom,” they both reached a simple place which seems like a garden, Ron was going to ask Hermione something when he turned towards her, but her eyes are glued on a statue which has been turned dark. Ron can tell the statue is fragile, it had turned dark and many of parts are gone but something has kept this statue alive.

“This is them,” Hermione whispered, “Regenweald and Elene.”

Hermione eyes are shining and Ron didn’t know but he feels that this statue means something to her. Though reluctantly he placed his hand on her shoulder.

“Then what happened?” he asked. Hermione smiled, but sadly. “Elene was a kind queen. Her skilled healing prowess helped er kingdom. Barnton was the happiest place for their people. Their life bloomed when Elene found she is pregnant.”

“But it got tainted,” Hermione said, her voice queer.

“Tainted by what?” Ron asked.

“By blood, by war,” Hermione sighed. “The stories say, that the other kings, who were envious of King Regenweald’s kingdom, believed that Elene was a witch and should be executed. They demanded her to be hanged. King Regenweald protested. He declared an order that whoever touches his wife will face death.”

“The other kings attacked Barnton with their combined armies. Vicious war took place in these grounds. The warriors fought valiantly but faced defeat. On the last day of war King Regenweald lost his life. Elene distraught with her husband’s grief miscarried and lost her child two days after she had lost her husband.”

“She went mad, they say her grief led her to burn down the enemy camps. Nearly every soldier of those kingdoms died at the hand of a grieving wife. She wanted everything back, everything which was stolen away from her. Her agony was killing her alive.”

Hermione went quiet and Ron stares at her with anticipation building inside him. His eyes went towards the statue and searched for face of Elene which was gone.

“Hermione?” Hermione turned her serene eyes towards him, “What happened to Elene?”.

Hermione stared in his eyes, he just realized how much he loves her eyes. “She broke all the limits of magic for her love,” said Hermione. “She practiced or created that magic that even the greatest wizards of that time could not behold. She searched and searched and one day she found the branch of Necromancy.”

Ron’s eyes went wide at the mention of the darkest branch of the magic. “The people of Barnton, now scared of her magic decided to call the spirits of gods to help them. They did the ritual, the sacrifices but no god came to their aid. But one day an old man entered Barnton wailing for help, he was frail and sickly, his whole body covered in boils and his eyes red from crying. He asked for the queen’s help. He begged on the doors of the castle for queen’s help, queen finally came. He begged her, ‘Cureth me, prithee mine own queen and I shall grant any wisheth thee shall asketh me f’r.’

“Elene may be the queen and a witch who had surpassed every branch of magic, but she was a healer first. She cured him with her knowledge, she cured his every derange part of his body. When the time came for the queen to ask the wish, the man transforms into himself into the celestial we all know as death.”

“Death was always cunning,” said Hermione with a grim expression. “Death was impressed. It never expected Elene to help, Death had planned to drag her for playing with rules of nature. But Elene earned it’s respect when she decided to help it.”

“It gave her a choice. Death promised Elene that it will return her husband, but, Elene had to wait. The wait which could last for years, decades or centuries. Death asked her, ‘Can thee waiteth? Can thee survive? Doth thee has’t the strength to cope the t’rture of timeth,”.”

Hermione fell silent after that, Ron stared at her, shaken or lost. After a minute which passed like an hour for Ron he asked, “What did Elene choose?”.

Hermione took a shaky breath and her eyes went towards the statue again. “Elene chose to wait,” she turned her head and the ocean blue drowned in the colour of chocolate brown. “’F’r regenweald, aught.’ Elene told death.”

Ron now realized that he can feel her warm breath on his face as their faces are too close now, “So?” Ron asked quietly as Hermione’s eyes roam over his face, it feels like she is counting freckles on his face.

They both closed the distance and their lips met, it was tender. It feels warm, he had kissed before but not something like this. They both parted, both of their forehead touched as they leaned into each other. Hermione chuckled, “Funny, isn’t it? We barely know each other.”

“I don’t know about you,” he whispers, “But it feels like I had known you for ages.” Hermione stares at him with tender eyes, her hand reaching his cheek and cupping it.

“Hermione?” Ron asked.

“Yes Ron,” she whispered.

“Are you hungry?” he asked with a goofy grin. A smile appeared on Hermione’s face, “I think, I am.”

Ron took a hold of her hand and with a grin he started walking with Hermione. The ruins are as same. The castle which was once there was all gone by time. But in the depth of the land, deep inside there is a chamber. A chamber which was created for her.

On the wall of that chamber there is a huge portrait. The portrait of King Regenweald who was sitting on his throne. His handsome face covered with star like freckles and eyes blue like ocean, his hair flaming red. Behind him was standing his wife Queen Elene, her hair brown and bushy with eyes brown as chocolate and a smile gracing on her face.

The Ron who is walking beside a woman he had just met doesn’t know that he was sent here on a purpose or he was born for this purpose.

▪

She walked with him, admiring every part of his face, he’s not changed even in this life he is that same goofy boy she had fallen in love centuries ago.

Her wait is over. For centuries she was here waiting for him, relieving every memory of him. Her pain is over he is with her, he is here.

Her eyes had watered when she first saw him. Her wait is over, her suffering is over. She walked with him. Ron, the parents who had given birth to him in this life have given him the same name. She thanked them for raising him as the person as he was before.

Elene adores his smile and it feels like a gift after all this time. She is Hermione now, a name she had learned from the time and accepted it for herself.

They both walk hand in hand like the very old times. She noticed a raven, sitting on a branch of a tree watching them keenly under its dark gaze, she meets its eyes and smiled a little, death did not cheat her. Death is not a liar.

Death is Cunning, not coystrill.

[murder-senpai]

F A N F I C T I O N

Oh, hello there!! My name is Murder-senpai! I’m new here to tumblr sooooo don’t mind me being awkward n’ stuff. So this is gonna be like, what fandoms and characters I write for sOoooOoOo

AU’s and other stuff I’ll do: ABO, genderbend, hanahaki, soulmate, supernatural/power, soft yandere/ stockholm syndrome, coffee shop, modern, fantasy, baby/kid versions of characters, babysitter, neko, inu, kitsune, post apocalyptic, zombie, flower shop, book store, dragon, fairy tale, high school/college, mafia, pregnant, steampunk, merpeople, pirate, pirate/merperson, prison, reincarnation, famous, vampire, werewolf

There is more shit I’ll do but I can’t really think anymore so just request

(reader insert crap)

I will NOT do nsfw. This is a christian minecraft sever 

You CAN request multiple character/poly and platonic stuff

If your not specific, I will choose between headcanons or a fic/drabble

If you request angst, I will give it a fluffy ending unless requested otherwise

Please be specific in your request   ex: reader gender (fem, male, gender neutral)

Edit: I will now take character x character, character + character platonic stuff, aus (like, medevil bnha, or a story about friendship or enemies to friends or adoption, anything really), and stuff like that

Current hyperfixation (aka, what I will probably write better for/ do more): dream smp

Will probably put the scenario in a non specific arc

Fairy Tail:

Natsu

Gray

Loke/leo

Laxus

Sting

Rouge

Gajeel

Zeref

Jellal

Jackal

Lucy

Levy

Juvia

Guildarts

Freed

Erza

DBH:

Connor

Hank

Markus

Gavin

nines

ATLA:

Aang

Zuko

Sokka

Katara

Toph

mai

ty lee

azula

BNHA:

Izuku

Katsuki

Shouto

Denki

Eijiro

Tenya

Toshinori

Shouta

hizashi

fumikage

neito

mirio

takami

hitoshi

inasa

Enji

keigo

rumi

momo

mina

ochaco

dabi

shigaraki

overhaul

sir nighteye

kurogiri

toga

twice

Inuyasha:

Inuyahsa

kagome

naraku

miroku

koga

sesshomaru

sango

BNA:

michiru

shirou

nazuna

alan

marie

pinga

Sherlock:

Sherlock

john

moriarty

mycroft

greg

molly

Harry potter:

harry

ron

hermione

draco

cedric

Black Butler:

ciel

sebastian

bard

finny

ash

claude

alois

triplets

william

grell

ronald

undertaker

joker

dagger

agni

soma

pluto

beast

lizzy

mey-rin

ran-mao

edward

aleistar

vincent

real ciel (I refer to him as astre tho)

snake

charles grey

charles phipps

gregory

cheslock

joanne

maurice

herman

clayton

lawrance

mcmillan

edgar

blavat

seiglinde

MLB:

Marinette/ladybug

adrien/chat noir

gabriel/hawkmoth

nathaniel

marc

luka

alya

nino

felix

bridgette

chloe

TPN:

emma

ray

norman

don

gilda

leslie

Undertale:

sans

papyrus

frisk

toriel

chara

asriel

asgore

grillby

gaster

mettaton

blooky 

AU’s- underfell, mafiatale, mafiafell, underswap, swapfell

Beastars:

legoshi

haru

louis

juno

gouhin

melon

Gravity falls:

dipper

mable

ford

wendy

robbie

bill

AU-reverse falls, monster falls

SVTFOE:

star

marco

tom

toffee

Hazbin:

alastor

angle dust

charlie

husk

vaggie

lucifer

val

vox

Pokemon:

Gladion

ash

clemont

serena

james

jesse

zeraora

lucario

mewtwo

zacian

zamazenta

literally any pokemon but those are my fave(and human versions ofc either is fine)

guzma

kukui

alain

lysandre

bede

hop

leon

milo

allister

raihan

marnie

piers

ACNH:

tom nook

raymond

lobo 

kabuki

lolly

marshal

Isabelle

redd

fang

Avengers:

tony

steve

bucky

clint

natasha

dr. strange

thor 

loki

peter

Voltron:

lance

keith

shiro

hunk

lotor

pidge

Aggretsuko:

tadano

haida

hyoudou

The hobbit:

literally JUST smaug

MLP:

twilight

pinkie

apple jack

rainbow

fluttershy

rarity

discord

Maid sama:

takumi

misaki

shoichiro

the three idiots

aoi (totaly gives off a ciel/lizzy vibe don’t even lie)

sotaro

tora

kanade

kuga

koma

yujiro

shosei

Naruto:

naruto

sauske

kakashi

itachi

gaara

neji

shikamaru

kurama

kiba

OHSHC:

tamaki

haruhi

hikaru

karou

both twins

kyoya

hunny

mori

kasanoda

nekosawa

Cells at work:

white blood cell

red blood cell

killer t cell

Little witch academia:

atsuko

diana

sucy

lotte

amanda

andrew

louis

frank

Pucca:

pucca

garu

tobe

abyo

Glitter force:

emily/Miyuki

kelsey/Akane

lily/Yayoi

april/Nao

chole/Reika

ulric/wolfrun

rascal

Glitter force doki doki:

ira

maya/Mana

rachel/Rikka

clara/Alice

mackenzie/Makoto

TMNT(2012):

leonardo

raphael

michelangelo

donatello

splinter

april

ROTG:

aster bunnymund

north

pitch

sandy

jack

tooth

Soul eater:

death the kid

soul 

black star

maka

stein

Aot:

levi

eren

armin

mikasa

jean

erwin

IT(2017):

pennywise

richie

beverly

eddie 

stanley

ben

bill 

henry

patrick

victor

belch

bowers gang

losers club

kamisama kiss:

nanami

tomoe

mizkui

kurama

otohiku

mikage

jiro

The outsiders:

dallas

darry

ponyboy

johnny

two-bit

steve

soda

Diabolik lovers:

shu

reiji

ayato

laito

kanato

subaru

yui

karlheinz

kou

azuza

carla

ruki

richter

yuma

shin

Hamilton:

alex

john

king george

george washington

lafayette

hercules

philip

aaron

thomas

Venom(2018):

eddie/venom

Tokyo mew mew:

ichigo

zakuro

tart

pie

Kisshu

Fran bow

Fran

remor

itward

mr. midnight

Steven universe

steven

connie

pearl

amethyst

larz 

sadie

garnet

lapiz

peridot

spinel

Haven't you heard i'm sakamoto

sakamota

Shou

Gargantia on the verdurous planet

ledo

amy

Animaniacs

yakko

wakko

dot

Over the garden wall

wirt

beast

Sonic

sonic

tails

knuckles

amy

shadow

Snow white with the red hair

Shirayuki

zen

obi

The sacrificial princess and the king of beasts(manga)

Leonhart

Sariphi

Lanteveldt

Anubis/Sirius

Jormungand

Fenrir

Nir

Joz

Ilya

Beetlejuice(musical)

beetlejuice

lydia

Creepypasta

Jeff the killer

slenderman

offenderman

trenderman

splenderman

ticci toby

masky

hoodie

BEN drowned 

eyeless jack

laughing jack

homicidal liu

zalgo

clockwork

Jason the toymaker

puppeteer

Yu-gi-oh

Seto Kaiba

FNAF

Freddy

bonnie

chica

foxy

golden freddy

toy freddy

toy bonnie

toy chica

mangle (male and female ver pls specify)

marionette ^

springtrap

william afton/ purple guy

baby

funtime freddy

ennard

nightmare freddy

nightmare bonnie

nightmare chica

nightmare foxy

nightmare mangle

fredbear

nightmare fredbear

Cuphead

cuphead

mugman

devil

king dice

Bendy and the ink machine

bendy

boris

alice 

Duck tales

Scrooge (aged down tho)

webby

della

donald

louie

dewey

huey

launchpad

lena

Dream smp

everyone (all platonic. Will do reader stuff, but would prefer more character +character interactions, specifically, SBI. PLSSS give me sbi stuff, ill marry you)

[harpyloon]

“ginny, i always want to sleep with you” // hinny

Pairing: Harry Potter x Ginny Weasley

W.C: 2.5k+

Summary: Harry Potter is always a blubbering mess when it comes to Ginerva Weasley.

Warnings: pure fluff! sprinkles of angsty angst, squint and you’ll find mentions of war/battle and death. everybody lives AU!

A/N: A fic written for the @harryandginuary Ginuary gift challenge. Happy Ginuary @/gins-potter​ 😍😍😍I hope you ENJOY!!!

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Harry didn't think this through.

After defeating the Dark Lord and winning a wizarding war, he assumed he'd never have to think about anything ever again—at least not for a while. But gazing at her small blinking dot for almost half a year on a rotten piece of parchment apparently made him delusional, because at the moment—months after the battle of Hogwarts—sitting in the kitchen at the Burrow, his longing stare almost bore a hole through Ginny Weasley's face.

His Ginny.

Wincing to himself, Harry prodded on the peas in his plate. His subconscious when it came to Ginny was his greatest enemy and his biggest embarrassment. If anyone even came close to guessing what kind of dreams he had when it came to her... well... He breathed away the flush threatening to creep up his neck.

"More peas, Harry dear?"

Mrs. Weasley peered at him from the head of the table, a frown on her freckled face, "You've hardly eaten anything. Don't think I've noticed how skinny you've been getting again. I'd be having a word with Alastor about your Auror training. Ever since he got back he's been more insufferable—"

Snatching the dish of treacle tart in front of him, Harry filled his plate with a slice.

"I'm up for dessert now actually, Mrs. Weasley, thanks."

This seemed to satisfy her well enough. "Well, I whipped that up just for you so eat up."

He felt a nudge on his knee as Ron leaned in to whisper once Mrs. Weasley was out of earshot, "Save me some, will you? She goes barmy when we touch your treacle tart."

Harry smiled and nodded. Meals at the Burrow he was used to but he knew he'd never get tired of. His Auror training held him back a ton of weekends in the past few months, and being home felt splendid. Of course, he was never one to wear his heart on his sleeve, but Harry hoped Mr. & Mrs. Weasley knew how grateful he was.

Risking a glance across the table once again, Harry saw Ginny serving herself second helpings of mash. Her favorite, Harry thought. He remembered her hating Madame Pudifoodt's Tea Shop for its lack of savory spreads, the one time they attempted a visit during his sixth year. It ended up turning into a laugh as she snorted at all the snogging instead of actually drinking tea.

"So this is your kind of place, huh?" Ginny teased as she sifted through the menu.

Harry blushed, "Er—you don't like it? I kind of reckoned girls like this place..."

He chuckled nervously as she gave him a pointed look.

"Really, Potter?"

Breathing out a sigh of relief, he snatched the menu away from her, already standing.

"Three Broomsticks then?"

He knew he'd buy her all the Butterbeers in the world for the smile he earned.

A foot prodded Harry back to the present.

"What, Ron?" he grumbled.

Ron frowned at him. "What'd you mean 'what'"?

"You just—"

Someone coughed loudly across from them.

Both turning, they saw Ginny heaving over her mash, a fist in her mouth. Fred was rubbing her back soothingly beside her.

Harry blinked. It was her. She kicked him.

"Alright there, Gin?" Fred mused. "I told you to take it easy on the potatoes, you crazy woman."

"Do the Harpies know what kind of stomach they'll be feeding once they sign you in?" said George. "I bet you they'll break a sweat once they find out your appetite."

Ginny threw George a withering look after downing a glass of water. "Don't jinx it, you idiot."

"Have you heard back yet, Gin?" Ron asked over a mouth full of pudding.

"More like they haven't heard from Ginny," chuckled Hermione.

All the Weasley brothers gaped. Even Harry.

"What?" sputtered George, "You're making the Holyhead Harpies wait?"

The youngest Weasley scoffed. "I'm not making anyone wait. I was just standing by for the holidays before I give a reply."

"Well, it's the holidays now."

Ginny rolled her eyes and Harry's gut clenched. The mad part of his brain loved it when she did that.

"I am well aware," she said, "If you all are so eager, does anyone want to take my place then?"

Her brothers merely grumbled while Hermione laughed. It's been the talk of the town for a while now, after Ginny received a letter from the Harpies a few months after the beginning of her seventh year. The whole house went completely ballistic, even Hogwarts as well—or so Harry heard.

It took a month to bury the dead from battle and a whole summer to rebuild Hogwarts from the rubble; the Ministry was still in the process of rehabilitation, and the whole wizarding community was yet to heal, licking the wounds that Voldemort left behind. Ginny's Quidditch scouting was the first good news they'd received in a long time.

He didn't get back together with Ginny after the war, and there was no reunion like he'd always imagined in those long nights without her, in search for the Horcruxes. It wasn't as if they both avoided it, there just wasn't any time—time to talk, time alone, time for anything. Everyone had their hands full following the battle, and when things started to fall back into place, they've simply slipped through each other's fingers; Ginny whisked away by the Hogwarts Express, and Harry to the Ministry to begin his training as an Auror.

He considered moving on, especially on days when he'd think about her roaming the halls of Hogwarts, her fiery red hair blazing after her. She'd find someone, he thought bitterly. If she hasn't already.

But they'd written to each other, sparingly, although they did still. Short snippets of their day, what they ate for breakfast, the new set of professors at school, Mad-Eye's torturous lessons; Harry was the first person outside the castle to find out about her Harpies letter.

He caught her eye from across the table and she raised a brow at him as if to say What, Potter?

Chuckling under his breath, Harry shook his head and tapped the bowl of uneaten mash beside his plate. He saved it for her.

Ginny's gaze landed on it and her face lit up. If Harry didn't know any better, her hair seemed to glow even redder. His imagination loved to exaggerate his visuals when it came to her.

He felt a tiny poke on his toe as if to warn him not to react violently—she gave him a look and he pursed his lips, looking back down at his peas and moving them around once again. Then slowly, an ankle wrapped itself around one of his own and rested there.

Harry exhaled slowly, willing his pulse to calm.

He was not over Ginny Weasley at all. Not one bit.

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Creeping quietly down the steps, Harry tried his best to avoid the noisy floorboards (that he still didn't memorize to save his life). His two best friends didn't mention anything, but he knew they wanted some alone time. And he certainly didn't want to be around once the candles dimmed and Ron and Hermione started making eyes at each other.

He was almost at the first landing when the door to his left creaked open.

"Hermione?"

"Sorry. It’s me."

Ginny opened the door wider, gazing up at Harry, her face bemused. She was dressed for bed. "They kicked you out already?"

Laughing quietly, he said, “You know they’d never. I volunteered.”

She smiled knowingly. “Of course you did. Well, come on in then.”

Harry stared at her retreating form, clearly confused.

In? In where? In her room? Just the two of them?

Ginny disappeared inside but the door remained open.

Should he knock and ask her what she meant? Should he just go inside? It's not like he hasn't before.

Suddenly, the most recent memory of Ginny's room flashed through his consciousness—his 17th birthday.

"Something to remember me by."

Harry's ears grew hot. He refused to let that specific recollection surface when he wasn't alone, or in the confines of his own quarters. It made his brain go fuzzy.

"Harry?" he heard Ginny's faint voice from inside, then footsteps. She appeared by the door once again. When she saw his face, her brows furrowed. "What happened?"

Harry attempted to clear his throat without sounding like a retching toad. "Er—I'm—" he was sure his face was now as red as her hair, "I was going to take the couch actually," he managed weakly.

"The couch," Ginny said flatly.

He swallowed. "Y-yeah. Downstairs."

The silence was deafening and it stretched on for minutes. Or at least that's what it felt like in Harry's rowdy head. He needed to meditate. Merlin. He was losing it.

Finally, she said, "Okay. Goodnight then."

She gave him a strained smile then quietly shut the door before he could reply.

Harry stood there, mouth hanging open slightly.

Ginny Weasley just invited him inside her bedroom and he refused. He refused. Of all the things in the world that made him a blubbering idiot, it was his best friend's little sister. He always seemed to be dumbfounded whenever she was in the vicinity of his space.

"Idiot," he muttered to himself as he descended the stairs, no longer bothering to mask his footsteps. "Idiot, idiot, idiot."

Harry sulked his way to the living room, his mood most definitely dismal. Girls were a nightmare. He had no idea how their brains ever worked and every time he felt like he finally had a grasp at a situation, he was suddenly ten steps back.

He waved his wand mindlessly over the Weasley's tweed couch and leaned by the fireplace as he watched it transform into a small sofa bed.

Would he wake anyone if he flooed Sirius at this hour? He knew his godfather would still be up at Grimmauld Place, and would doubtlessly jinx him between the eyes if he found out what Harry had just done.

"You're just like James," he heard Sirius' voice say in his head. He never seemed to let this fact go, even when he knew that Harry was well aware of how he was a spitting image of his father. Sirius especially loved to point this out when it came to matters about Ginny.

"Dad actually ended up with Mum didn't he, Sirius," Harry growled under his breath as he settled on his makeshift bed, patting his pillow down with more force than necessary. He was in the mood for a petty fight and he wished his godfather was around for one.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps thumping down the stairs. Harry jostled into a sleeping position at once and took off his glasses, planting himself still in the awful case that Mrs. Weasley found him huddled on their living room couch. She wouldn't have the heart to wake him would she? He didn't want her causing a scene with Ron and Hermione. Harry tried as best as he could to look as wasted as possible, even attempting at a snore.

The footsteps came nearer, and he felt them stop by the door of the living room. He tried to even his breathing.

"Really?"

His eyes shot open.

Sitting up suddenly, he found Ginny standing by the doorway, her arms crossed. Only the dim moonlight illuminated the room, and Harry had to squint before he remembered he took off his glasses. His hands fumbled as he perched them back on, his eyes meeting Ginny's vexed gaze.

"Ginny," he said lamely.

"Are you seeing someone?"

"What?"

Her hair glowed in the dark space, like a warm halo around her head.

"You heard me."

Harry's pulse seemed to be skyrocketing. "Seeing someone? I don— no. No. I'm not seeing anybody at all."

Ginny looked skeptical. "Right."

Almost tripping over his own slippers, Harry barely managed to scramble to his feet in front of the only girl who plagued his dreams. He wanted to embrace her. Could he do that? Was he allowed to, still?

"Ginerva," he was breathless. "You have no idea..." Harry tried to calm his racing heart. Just get the words out, idiot. "You have no idea how much I think about you."

Her eyes gave nothing away as she looked up at him, and only her crossed arms kept the space between them. Harry saw tendrils of her hair stir as he exhaled. He wanted to kiss her.

When she said nothing, he lifted his hand experimentally, waiting for her to flinch or back away. Not sensing rejection yet, Harry trailed his fingers through the wisps of hair by her ear. He could smell her. He held himself from inhaling too deeply.

"Different shampoo?" he murmured.

Ginny sniffed, "Mum tried a different witch brand."

"Hmmm. Jasmine was my favorite."

She rolled her eyes. "I know."

Harry threaded his fingers through her hair, brushing her scalp now, and Ginny leaned into his touch.

He smiled. "But I like this one too."

"We should just share shampoos."

"Good idea."

They were silent for a moment. Just listening to each other breathing while Harry combed his fingers through Ginny's soft hair. The ends were still damp, he noticed.

"I missed you," she said suddenly, quietly. Her eyes were roaming all over his face as if gauging his reaction.

"I missed you too."

"But you don't want to sleep with me."

Harry's cheeks turned pink in the dark as he breathed out a laughed. "Ginny, I always want to sleep with you."

"I meant sleep sleep, you perv!" she pinched his stomach.

Trying to stifle his chuckle so as not to wake the rest of the house, he drew her in, finally bracketing her in his arms. "Ah, well, I mean that too, I guess."

Ginny huffed but melted with his touch. "I will have you know that I've turned down suitors for you, Harry Potter. So if you won't stake your claim, then I'd better take one of them up on their offers."

Harry's gaze narrowed. "Will you, now?"

"Watch me. Apparently, I'm quite popular with the Hufflepuffs—"

He leaned in lightning-quick, aiming for her luscious mouth. She expected it because her eyes closed in instinct, waiting for him to seal the connection. But Harry hovered. He felt the feathered touch of her lips on his but he stayed there, eyes open—trailing over her closed lids, the bridge of her nose, and the aggressive spread of freckles over the expanse of her cheeks.

"May I kiss you?" he asked against her lips.

Ginny's eyes blinked open but she didn't pull away. "Since when have you started asking?"

Harry was glad they were so close that she wouldn't be able to see his neck flush. "Since I let you go once."

This time, she did pull away, but only a tiny fraction. Just enough for him to witness her wrinkle her nose. "So saving the world has made you a complete sap."

She was teasing.

He shrugged, but grinned sheepishly nonetheless, "For you, yeah. I always have been though, haven't I?"

Twirling her arms around his neck and brushing her fingers through his unruly hair, Ginny pressed herself against Harry fully, her face shining with emotion.

"Then snog the living daylights out of me, Harry Potter."