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futurewriter2000 · 4 months

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The Daring, Forbidden and Evil - pt. 8

A/N: Now we are slowly getting there. I think my parts are a bit short. I think I'll make next part a bit longer but I think a few more parts and then I'll slowly be finishing this.

Fred didn't like you. He did not, especially after that night and you knew that. You knew he was going to be a problem. You didn't mind it, you had a plan. He says that you're the evil one, so you'll be the evil one. Easy peasy.

You jumped over to George with a bright smile on your face as he was talking to Fred himself. He automatically wrapped his arm around you, smiled and kissed the top of your head. "Hey there gorgeous." he pulled you in and squeezed you tightly only with one arm.

You placed your hand on top of his chest and smiled up at him. Those eyes of his, you couldn't believe that they made you fall in love with him over and over again. You stared for a while, lost in them before realising what you meant to do. "Can I steal you from your brother- just for a moment?" you continued to look at him before looking at his brother.

"Sure." Fred forced a smile.

You led George away and up-stairs to your designated room. It was Sirius' and he didn't mind sleeping on the couch as you took one of the largest of the rooms.

George beamed at the sight. "Bloody hell! You've got all this space and you didn't share." he said, pulling you to him and letting his hands slide down to your lower back, squeezing your ass as he pulled you into a passionate kiss.

You giggled as he did so and as much as you would want to get comfortable with him, you actually brought him up here for a conversation.

A little snogging won't hurt though. - You thought before kissing him back, smiling as you did so. He started to back you away towards the bed until you felt the edge on your calves. He turned you around, pulled away only for a mere second before his arms wrapped themselves around your legs and pulled you onto his lap. He kissed you fiercely, breathing heavier and heavier as you felt something hard underneath you, making you moan just a little into his mouth. It was enough though, to make him throw back his head, murmuring. "Fuck." and you started to kissing his exposed neck at the opportunity.

Not even a second passed when you realised you were flipped on your back, his body hoovering above you and his usual kind eyes were now dark with lust. Your heartbeat increased but the lust that you felt as well, made you grab his shirt and pull him down into another rougher kiss. He smiled into it and bit your lower lip and rubbing himself between your legs so you let out a larger moan than before. It came out so naturally and so unexpectedly. You haven't got a clue where it come from or that you even made sounds like that but it gave you something that you knew only he could give you.

“George…” you smiled, pulling away as he continued. You continued to smile but you gently pushed him away.

He whined as he laid down on his back and rubbed his hands over his face. You let out a laugh and placed yourself on his chest.

He didn't say a single word, only admired you from his place. He moved up his hand, gently brushed it against your cheek and tucked away a strand that fell from your low ponytail. It only jumped back in front of your face and he only smiled wider. "I love you." he said admirably, holding his hand against your cheek as your eyes glistened a bit but smiled with all their might.

You kissed the palm of his hand and sat on top of him. "I love you too, George." you replied and he sat up, holding the both of you on his arms. You leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips. He let out a hum and smiled with his eyes closed.

Love. It was love. Nobody could tell you otherwise and nobody could feel what you felt. Each time the two of you were at each other's presence, there was an absolute bliss and silence. There was comfort and lightness in the air. Neither of you had to say anything to communicate. It was all in the eyes and in the energy you felt towards each other.

You placed his hands on top of his chest and said quietly. "I told my aunt about us."

His eyebrows quirked up and he looked suspiciously at you. He sat more upright, letting his hands wrap themselves around your waist as you hadn't given him any other clue. "And?"

"And she was displeased, of course- so was Lucius and probably Draco as well." you sighed and smiled up at him, cupping his cheeks. "They said that we will talk about it when I come home in two days?"

"Two days?" he said, his grip tightening a bit. "You're not staying longer?"

"I wanted to rip the bandage off already. It was eating me alive."

"I think they'll eat you alive when you go over there." he said and you laughed.

"Non." you said in French, kissing him. "They can't hurt me." you replied, out of sight and out of mind not knowing how you'll eat these words later on.

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The Malfoys weren't the expressing type. They were prideful and ignorant, but never did they let people know what they felt. You thought you had everything in control but as more you approached the manor, the more anxious you felt about entering.

You didn't even have to knock for the door to open right in front of you. It was your aunt, as cold as you had known her, only her stare was a lot more icy than she usually wears it.

Not a smile, nor a greeting only a "Follow me.". She turned around sharply and walked away from you.

You followed.

She disappeared around the corner into the living room and you felt your heart pounding in your chest. You weren't used to the feeling of not knowing, of not having the next step, the next second planned in your head. But you walked with your head held high, your smile just as icy as her's could be.

There was only her and Lucius. She sat on one of the green armchairs. Her legs were crossed, her arms resting on the arm rests and her dark green and silk dress intimidating you from sight.

"Sit." she said and you obeyed.

Lucius was standing up, in his usual black attire, only his tie was green and at this point, you thought perhaps his socks and his underwear are matching. He didn't look at you, he only stood by the fireplace and observed the snow through the window.

You mimicked her aunt's position, taunting her a bit and letting her know you are not as intimidated as she wants you to be.

"The Weasley's then." said Lucius. "Odd turn of events." he said as he finally chose to look at you and pour himself some Irish whiskey.

"He treats me right." you replied. "They all do."

"Do they trust you?" he said as he gently moved the glass in a line of a circle, causing the whiskey to spin on its place.

"Not all, most." you replied. "Perhaps you should have given me more time."

"The plan is laid out, my dear." said Narcissa as she stood up and poured herself one glass as well. "We follow it, slow and simple."

"I don't know what role do you expect me to play here." you narrowed your eyes.

"You will find out. Just play your part and you'll get what you want." your aunt continued, standing beside her husband and to your amazement, they looked magnificent together. Both tall and magnetic, their hair pure white, their attire elegantly deep and suited..

"If they believed we wouldn't call you home as soon as possible when you told us, they knew something would be wrong." your uncle-in-law continued and sat down in front of you. Your aunt sat beside him on the arm rest and both continued to stare at you intensely. "So, tell us everything."

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rafesproactiveprettygirl · 1 year

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ʜᴀʀʀʏ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ - ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

ʜᴀʀʀʏ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ

ʀᴏɴ ᴡᴇᴀꜱʟᴇʏ

ꜰʀᴇᴅ ᴡᴇᴀꜱʟᴇʏ

ɢᴇᴏʀɢᴇ ᴡᴇᴀꜱʟᴇʏ

ᴄᴇᴅʀɪᴄ ᴅɪɢɢᴏʀʏ

ɴᴇᴠɪʟʟᴇ ʟᴏɴɢʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ

ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏ ᴍᴀʟꜰᴏʏ

ᴛᴏᴍ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ

ʜᴇʀᴍᴏɴɪᴇ ɢʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ

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ʟᴜɴᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇɢᴏᴏᴅ

ɢɪɴɴʏ ᴡᴇᴀꜱʟᴇʏ

ꜰᴀɴᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ:

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axen-gers · 2 months

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even in death

fred weasley one shot

fred weasley x slytherin! reader

warnings: mentions of fred dying, george being depressed, afab reader, grieving/grief, slytherin reader

It was rather noticeable that someone was missing at the Weasley's dinner table.

There was a rather tense silence that was held over the table while everyone glanced between the two people who had been blaming themselves since getting back home.

George Weasley had his head between his hands. His leg was shaking violently while he stared into space. Fred was never meant to die. Had George of been there, he would’ve pushed Fred out of the way. Fred had something to live for.

Fred had you.

Now George was left to manage the shop by himself. He was no longer a twin.

George Weasley was no longer a twin.

That realization had him standing up in a rush before heading up the stairs to his childhood bedroom. Molly Weasley followed up after her son, giant tears gracing her cheeks as she rushed after him.

Now the focus was left on you.

You and Fred had been an unlikely couple. You were a Slytherin. The enemy as Ron had called you when he first met you in his first year.

Fred Weasley had always been in love with you though.

No matter what his parents told him about your family and its reputation. He still loved the way you smiled and how your eyes shined when you talked about something you liked.

Fred Weasley was gone though.

There would be no more nights talking about teaching at Hogwarts. There would be no more nights of stolen kisses and tears of joy. There would be no more talks of having children and getting married.

Fred Weasley was gone.

You were left with his family, in the first house you felt safe in. You were supposed to become a Weasley.

Fred Wesley was gone.

The only fragment left of him was currently sobbing in his mother’s arms sitting on his twin's bed upstairs. His sister and brothers had their partners wrapped in their arms as if that would keep them safe.

It reminded you of being in school, being the only person who wasn’t asked to the yule ball until Fred asked you the night before. It reminded you of never going to Hogsmeade with someone on Valentine’s Day.

Fred was always there to make you not feel alone.

But even in death, Fred Weasley was still there holding you in a ghostly grasp making sure you never felt alone.

#fred weasley #fred weasley smut #fred weasly x reader #fred wealsey fic #fred weasely x y/n #harry potter #harry james potter smut #harry potter imagine #harry potter x reader #hp fandom #george weasley #george weasly x reader

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dreamy29 · 2 months

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George Weasley as your boyfriend <3

Hi<3 I hope you like the headcannons and I can already hint that there will be more parts of this format (I'm so sorry, but English is not my mother tongue, I hope you can still read and understand everything)

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Warnings: none, just fluff

Preview: Headcannons, how Georgie would be as a boyfriend he is such a good choice

I would say he would be a bit suspicious of you in the first week

but not so obvious

he would be just as loving and funny as after that week

but he always has an ulterior motive, it's actually much more of a fear

he thinks that maybe you don't really love him after all, but are just with him because you want to get to Fred

all his life he's always had to be content with being just one of the Wesley twins and that Fred was always the better known and more popular twin

it's a small detail, but everyone always says "Fred and George"

he first became aware of you when he heard you talking to your friends about him and his twin brother and you said "George and Fred"

but you keep convincing him that you love him and love him for being George Fabian Weasley and not for being able to bring you closer to his twin brother

after this is clarified and he really believes you he is so loving

likes to play pranks on you with his brother, but only gentle pranks that end in an apologetic kiss on the cheek

Pda wherever you are, but only certain pda after all, he is of course much more intimate in private

sweet pecks on the cheek, playing with your hands and putting an arm around you

sorry, but he just can't hold back

you're his comfort person

even the slightest touch triggers the feeling in him

the feeling of never being second choice again, and that voice… that voice that whispers to him that he is loved, appreciated and needed

and whenever, whenever he looks into her eyes… Then he sees this light… this light that warms him when he is almost freezing to death, this light that illuminates his path in the darkest moments, he loves this light and would like to be with this light forever, with your light. With you…

Napdates, where you simply go to a random place for half an hour and sleep there together

Bonus points if the place is comfortable, such as a bed or a sofa, but also works with a school desk

once when he asked you about it after a long back and forth, you said enthusiastically: "Yes of course, Georgie! "

It was wonderful

you slept on a sofa in the Gryffindor common room, snuggled up together, warm and overjoyed

of course Fred had to make fun of it again, in a respectful way of course

he would give anything to cuddle with you

sometimes you learn together

actually only you study and George looks at you dreamily when you are particularly absorbed in a book

has an ego boost when you're at a Quidditch match and you're carrying a flag that says "Georgie!" on it

he always looks into the crowd just to see you in one of his Wesley jumpers, in a fiery red with a G and your flag on it

he's never felt so supported

Cuddling him after an exhausting match

comforting him after a lost match

visit him in the hospital wing, hold his hand when he's injured and kiss his forehead

always end up hiding under the bed when Madame Pompfrey comes round and still be there all the time to watch over him even when he's asleep

Attention!: The characters and the gif do not belong to me. The credits go to the original owners. If you want something to be changed or removed, just write me and I will try to fulfil your request as soon as possible.

Byyee~

#fanfic #george weasley #harry potter #headcannons #x yn #as a boyfriend #fluff #dreamy29 #george weasly x reader #georgie #george weasley imagine #the weasleys #boyfriend #george weasley as a boyfriend #aesthetic

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george-weasleys-girl · 5 months

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Hey bestie, can you write 30 with f reader x fred?

She's spending Christmas with the Wesley's as she doesn't have a family as they died in the first war and were in the OG Order of the Phoenix (which they don't realise maybe until Fred and George are discussing going home for Christmas, and reader mentions staying at Hogwarts), and Fred has fancied her since they were best friends.

https://www.tumblr.com/writerthreads/704592881806082048/30-festive-writing-prompts-for-your-wipone-shots?source=share

❄️Yuletide Celebration❄️

Under the Mistletoe

Fred Weasley x Fem!reader

~•~

"Stop trying to get me under the mistletoe!"

"Frederick Gideon Weasley!" Molly yelled from the kitchen. "Leave that poor girl alone! She's here to celebrate Christmas with us, not have you chase her through the house like a crazed lunatic."

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley," Y/N said, then turned, laughing, and stuck her tongue out at Fred.

~•~

It wasn't that she didn't want to kiss Fred. She really, truly did. But he was one of her dearest friends and also Hogwart's most notorious playboy. She was certain he would never see her as anything other than a friend. And if she kissed him, even just the smallest peck, all those feelings she kept buried would force their way to the surface, and she wasn't sure she could shove them back down again.

Four days earlier

"Well, that settles it," Fred announced. "You're going home with us for Christmas."

"But - I... " Y/N stammered.

"Nope, no buts," George said. "You don't have a family to go home to for Christmas. So, you're coming to ours."

"Exactly," Fred nodded in agreement. After learning that not only had her parents been killed in the First Wizarding World, but her grandfather, her only family, had passed away over the summer, there was no way he was taking no for an answer.

"But what about your parents?" She argued. "How would they feel if you just brought a random stranger home for the holidays."

"First off," Fred held up a finger. "You're not random. And second," he held up another finger. "You're not a stranger. And third," he held up yet another finger. "While you were busy arguing with us, Ginny sent a note to mum telling her to expect an extra guest. So there." Fred folded his arms, looking quite pleased with himself. "Now, let's get you packed."

~•~

Nothing could be sweeter to Fred's ears than Y/N's laughter ringing through the Burrow. He'd fancied her for a long time, though he'd never worked up the guts to tell her.

Oh sure, he could woo girls left and right, but when it came down to actual feelings, he lost all ability to speak or breathe or function at all. That was why he kept trying to get Y/N under the mistletoe. He was good at kissing, and he thought that maybe if he could just give her a small kiss, he could somehow convey all those pent-up emotions.

Except things weren't working out as he'd expected. The only reason he was doing the whole mistletoe thing was that he thought she felt the same way. Occasionally, he caught her looking at him in a way that suggested more than just feelings of friendship.

"Maybe I'm wrong," he confided to George. "Maybe it's just wishful thinking."

"Or maybe you need to change tactics," his brother suggested.

"What do you mean?"

"I can't believe I'm saying this," George shook his head. "But I agree with mum. You are chasing her around like a crazed lunatic."

Fred sighed. "So what do you suggest?"

"Well, I know this is a pretty revolutionary idea, but stick with me," his twin began. "But you could just try talking to Y/N. Tell her how you feel."

"Tell me how you feel about what?" Y/N's voice startled both boys, who swerved around to see her standing in the doorway to their bedroom.

~•~

Y/N and Fred sat side by side on his bed. For a long while, neither spoke.

"Whatever this is, it must be serious," Y/N said, breaking the silence. "If you're at a loss for words."

Fred opened his mouth, then closed it again.

"I, um... you know how I've been trying to get you under the mistletoe?" He asked.

"Yeah... "

"I'm not just trying to... you're not like all the other girls. Not to me anyway."

With every stumbling word, Y/N's heart beat a little faster. "W-what are you trying to say, Fred?"

"I'm saying that," he paused to clear his throat. "That I like you. Alot. Alot more than as a friend. But if you don't feel - "

"I do feel the same way," Y/N interjected.

Fred's eyes widened. "You do?"

Y/N nodded. "That's why I wouldn't kiss you. There'd be no going back for me if I did."

" Yeah. Me either."

"So would you like to - " She barely got the words out before his lips were on hers, tender yet all-encompassing.

Even after their lips parted, they remained with their foreheads together, eyes closed for a few lingering moments.

"I've wanted to do that for a long time," Fred mummered.

"Me too." Y/N felt more than saw his smile.

"Wanna do it again?" He asked.

"You don't even have to ask," she smiled, leaning forward.

"Oh wait! We need something!" Fred yelped, causing her to jump. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a sprig of mistletoe, holding it over their heads.

"Have you been carrying that around all day?" She laughed.

"Yep!" He replied. "I didn't know when the opportunity might present itself and wanted to be ready."

Y/N giggled and shook her head. "It's a good thing you're so cute, you know."

"I know," he winked and leaned for the second round.

~•~

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prettiestlovergirl · 2 months

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❝ REQUESTS !

" late night devil, put your hands on me "

disclaimers ༊彡⬭ 𓈒 I

✪ please check my rules before you request anything! and please read these disclaimers, if you are in violation of any rules, you will be deleted and/or blocked.

✪ please make sure you have your age in your bio/ pinned on your account! i do not interact with minors!!

✪ there is no guarantee that i will write what you've requested! i do not always have inspiration for things, so please bear with me and PLEASE do not message me/harass me about whether or not i saw your message.

✪ smut is my preferred genre but i am definitely open to writing/responding to other genres! i'm a whore but i love fluff as much as the next girl!

✪ if you want a part two of something, you MUST give me an idea for it!! could be small, could be fully thought out, doesn't matter to me, but there MUST be something i can go off of.

✪ below i have a loooooong list of characters i'll write for, if you see a character you like but is not on the list, please feel free to reach out! i will let you know whether or not i will add them to the list xx

characters i'm willing to write for 𖼐꒱࿐ ִ I

✦ luke castellan ✦ coriolanus snow ✦ sejanus plinth ✦ finnick odair ✦ peeta mellark ✦ anakin skywalker ✦ peter parker ✦ jj maybank ✦ rafe cameron ✦ tim bradford ✦ wesley evers ✦ john nolan ✦ jake peralta ✦ barry allen ✦ james potter ✦ remus lupin ✦ sirius black ✦ tom riddle ✦ mattheo riddle ✦ theodore nott ✦ ares (from pjo) ✦ spencer reid ✦ aaron hotchner ✦ matt simmons ✦ luke alvez ✦ will lamontagne jr ✦ tony stark ✦ miguel o'hara ✦ steve rogers ✦ peter quill ✦ scott lang ✦ harry potter ✦ ron weasley ✦ fred weasley ✦ bill weasley ✦ charlie weasley ✦ percy weasley ✦ george weasley ✦ aaron thorsen ✦ anthony bridgerton ☆ benedict bridgerton ☆ harry hook (ouat) ✦ alex claremont diaz ✦ cardan greenbriar ✦ manny (abbott elementary) ✦ sally jackson ✦ lucy chen ✦ celina juarez ✦ hermione granger ✦ katniss everdeen ✦ johanna mason ✦ padme amidala ✦ sarah cameron ✦ angela lopez ✦ nyla harper ✦ amy santiago ✦ rosa diaz ✦ lily evans ✦ marlene mckinnon ✦ luna lovegood ✦ ginny weasley ✦ fleur delacour ✦ emily prentiss ✦ jennifer jareau ✦ elle greenaway ✦ emma swan ✦ natasha romanoff ✦ yelena belova ✦ kate bishop ✦ carol danvers ✦ wanda maximoff ✦ jude duarte ✦ prettiestlovergirl (fantasize about me, baby <3)

definitely into ༊彡⬭ 𓈒 I

☆ oral fixation ☆ infidelity kink ☆ size kink ☆ brat/brat taming kink ☆ face fucking ☆ tit fucking ☆ thigh riding ☆ daddy/mommy content ☆ domination ☆ sadism ☆ breeding kink ☆ masochism ☆ exhibitionism ☆ squirting ☆ degrading ☆ dirty talk ☆ cum swapping ☆ dacryphilia ☆ overstimulation ☆ gagging ☆ praise edging ☆ biting ☆ marking ☆ cne ☆ dubcon ☆ coercion ☆ breath play ☆ impact play ☆ anal play ☆ legal age gap ☆ threesomes ☆ brother's best friend ☆ best friend's brother ☆ daddy x princess ☆ step-cest ☆ legal age gap ☆ dom x sub ☆ gangbang ☆ bareback/ cream pies ☆ being shared ☆ free use ☆ orgasm denial ☆ brat x brat tamer ☆ knife play ☆ corruption virgin! reader ☆ bimbo! reader ☆ office sex ☆ mean! reader ☆ hair pulling ☆ dark content ☆ fratboy! character ☆ hand kink ☆ dumbification ☆ nicknames: mami, mamas, mama, ma, pretty girl, babe, baby, sweetheart, angel ☆

sometimes into ༊彡⬭ 𓈒 I

☆ somnophilia ☆ olfactophilia ☆ piss kink ☆ arm kink ☆ dry humping ☆ virgin! character ☆ best friend! character ☆ kidnapping kink ☆ thigh fucking ☆ sub! character ☆ sex toys ☆ period sex ☆ orgy ☆ drunk sex ☆ angst ☆ fluff ☆ sex pollen ☆ under the table ☆ noncon play ☆ polyamory ☆ predator/prey kink ☆ bondage ☆ sensory deprivation ☆ fake relationship ☆ cuckhold ☆ pet play ☆ cockwarming ☆ nicknames: babydoll, doll, honey, hon ☆

not into ༊彡⬭ 𓈒 I

☆ tentacles ☆ age regression ☆ professor x student ☆ childhood bedroom ☆ self-harm ☆ suicide ☆ ai ☆ pedophilia ☆ incest ☆ underage characters ☆ race play ☆ race exclusive features ☆ eating disorders ☆ depression ☆ getting caught masturbating and moaning out a name ☆ financial domination ☆ scat ☆ gay for pay ☆ age play ☆ wax play ☆ pegging ☆ feet content ☆ food play ☆ male! reader ☆

#requests #please read before sending #lola: info #thanks my love !

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viennalingers · 4 months

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masterlist

HARRY POTTER:

cedric diggor:

nothing yet..

fred wesley:

nothing yet..

george wesley:

nothing yet

slythrin boys:

draco malfoy:

nothing yet..

blasie ( can’t spell his last name):

nothing yet..

theo not:

nothing yet..

tom riddle:

nothing yet..

mattheo riddle:

nothing yet..

you(tv show):

joe Goldberg:

nothing yet..

maraders:

james potter:

nothing yet.

remus lupin:

regulas black:

nothing yet..

sirius black:

nothing yet..

lily evan’s:

nothing yet..

celebrity:

cameron monaghan:

penn badgely:

nothing yet..

tom blyth:

nothing yet..

andrew garfield:

nothing yet..

adam driver:

nothing yet..

cillian murthy:

nothing yet..

mads mikkelsen:

nothing yet..

jacob elorid:

nothing yet..

request over celebritys

only do fem reader reader has no specific look

request page:

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l0verboyxoxo1111 · 6 months

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𝕽𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 & 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌:

Hello everybody and welcome to my writing blog! :) I wanted to write down here, what are my rules and what will I write for.

What I will write for:

• X reader’s

• Headcanons

• Fluff

• Smut

• NSFW

• Agnst

• all genders of readers

• Kinks (only ones who aren’t harmful)

• Ships

• Fanarts

What I will not write for:

•Rape

Characters I will write for: * if the character is gay I will not write them as straight.

Harry Potter | Marauders Era

• James Potter

• Lilly Evans

• Peter Pettigrew

• Remus Lupin

• Severus Snape

• Sirius Black

• Regulus Black

• Narcissa Black

• Bellatrix Black

• Andromeda Black

• Lucius Malfoy

Harry Potter | Golden Trio Era

• Harry Potter

• Hermione Granger

• Ron Weasley

• Draco Malfoy

• Luna Lovegood

• Neville Longbottom

• Fred Wesley

• George Weasley

• Pansy Parkinson

• Blasie Zabini

• Tom Riddle

• Adult Version Sirius Black

• Adult Version Remus Lupin

• Adult Version Severus Snape

• Also I will write for: Mattheo Riddle, Tom Riddle as brothers ( i will also Write for Tom as young Voldemort) Enzo Lorenzo, Theodore Nott

Gotham:

• Edward Nyggma

• Oswald Cobbelpot

• Fish Mooney

• Jerome Valeska

• Jeremiah Valeska

• Barbara Kean

• Bruce Wayne

• James Gordon

• Selina Kyle

• Poison Ivy

• Victor Zsasz

• Tabitha Galavan

• Harvey Bullock

• I will also write for DC characters who aren’t from the Series, as: Harley Quinn, The Joker, Roman Sionis Etc.

Friends:

• Rachel Green

• Monica Geller

• Phoebe Buffay

• Joey Tribbiani

• Chandler Bing

• Ross Geller

Hazbin Hotel:

•Angel Dust

• Charlie Morningstar

• Vaggie

• Cherri Bomb

• Sir Pentious

• Husk

•Alastor

•Vox

•Velvette

•Valentino

•any other character from that fandom

Helluva Boss:

• Stolas

• Blitzø

• Asmodeus

• Fizzarollie

• Loona

• Millie

• Moxxie

• any other character from this fandom

* you can ask me to add more fandoms, I will add them if I know them <3

That’s all hope you Enjoyed :)

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itsss4t4n · 5 months

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Who I write for /Rules

Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

Please be nice and have manners when requesting.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Harry Potter

-Fred Weasley

-george Weasley

-lee jordan

-Charly weasley

-Bill weasley

-cedric diggory

-Fleur delacour

-olliver wood

-sirius black

-remus lupin

Marauders

-James potter

-sirius black

-remus lupin

-regulus black

-Evan rosier

-Barty crouch jr

-pandora lestrange

-lilly evans

-marlene mckinnon

Hogwarts Legacy

-Sebastian Sallow

-Ominus Gaunt

-Gareth Weasley

-Poppy Sweetings

-Imelda Reyes

Twilight

-Jasper Hale

-Emmet Cullen

-carlisle cullen

-esme cullen

-rosalie hale

-alice cullen

-sam uley

-Paul lahote

-charlie swan

-Leah clearwater

pjo

-Percy jackson

-Anabeth chase

-luke castellan

-clarrisse larue

-selena beauregard

-charles beckendorf

-ethan nakamura

-nico di anglo (no romantic fem readers)

-rachel elizabeth dare

-will solace (no romantic fem reader)

-travis stoll

-connor stoll

-hazel levesque (no romantic)

-jason grace

-leo valdez

-piper mclean

Magnus chase

-Magnus chase

-samirah al abbas ( no romantic)

-alex fierro

-blitzen

-hearthstone

-malory keen

-tj (thomas jefferson jr)

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

-Carter kane

-sadie kane

-anubis

-walt stone

MCU (Avengers)

-bucky Barnes

-steve rogers

-tony stark

-sam wilson

-natasha romanoff

-yelena belova

-Peter Parker (tom holland and andrew garfield)

-MJ

-Wanda maximof

-Piedro maximof

-Clint barton

-scott lang

-stephen strange

-kate bishop

MCU ( Guardians of the galaxy)

-peter quill

-gamora

Moonknight

-steven grant

-mark spector

-layla el-faouly

Daredevil (Season 1)

-matt murdock

-Foggy nelson

-Karen page

-James wesley

X-men universe

-Deadpool

-Weasly

-francis

-Xavier

-negasonic

-mystic

-Angel

-kurt

Venom

-Eddie Brock

-Harley Quinn

-Jason Todd

-Dick Grayson

Disney Descendants

-Mal

-Evie

-Carlos devil

-Jay

-Benjamin beast

-Chad charming

-Audrey rose

-jane

-lonnie

-Uma

-Harry hook

-Gil

Kingsmen

-Eggsy

Tiny Pretty things (Netflix)

-Bette Whitlaw

-oren lennox

-shane madej (no romantic fem readers)

-June park

Jennifers Body

-Jennifer Check

-Colin gray

Ever after high

-all characters

Redacted Audios (no x reader, just ships)

-literally all characters

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m0ldymushr00mz · 1 year

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I want a Fred and George Weasley x reader fanfic where there both in love with me but I can’t find any ☹️

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futurewriter2000 · 4 months

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The Daring, Forbidden and Evil - pt. 5

A/N: This one is a bit short but I couldn't continue it further on because the next scenes just deserve its own part. I've been thinking about writing this last night before I went to bed and I haven't done that in years. I really love this scene because it's just so soft and innocent. I hope you like it as well. All the love <3

Everybody tell you that when you're in love you are crazy but that isn't the truth. When you are in love, you are at your happiest because there is somebody, who makes you happy just by existing. To know he exists, makes you happy and to be so close to him, it makes you a far better person than you ever were.

Every day since then, your smile grew bigger. You weren't angry, nor sad. You were simply finding life far easier than it was before. Come to think of it, you thought of all the things you bore on your shoulders for no apparent reason. Now, you were forgiving, loving, happy. It was as if your character did a whole 180 and you absolutely adored this new character that developed in you. She was peaceful and kind. She was... well, she was free.

"Have you told anybody?" he asked, brushing his hand through your hair.

You brushed your hand over his chest, feeling a bit of anxiety kick in as he asked so. "No..."

"Me neither." he said. "I haven't even told Fred yet..." he continued, kissing the top of your head. "Not that I don't want to, it's just that... I'm scared." he admitted.

"Me too." you replied and lifeted your head up, smiling the moment your eyes met his. "You're the first boyfriend I'm not showing off in front of everybody."

"Boyfriend, huh?" he grinned.

"Want to be the girlfriend?" he your grinned back and he chuckled.

"No- I'd love to be the boyfriend, I just... I don't know... I didn't think you'd want us to be official."

Your grin disappeared and you furrowed an eyebrow. Your heart sank into a bottomless pit, but somehow beat extremely fast in your chest. "Don't you want us to be official?"

"Of course, I want us to be official. I just thought that you wouldn't want to be that because of your family lineage."

"I can say the same for you." you smiled and he laughed. "Besides... I am not my family." you said as you laid back on his chest and hugged him tightly. "I don't want to lose you... ever." you mumbled and felt his hands tighten around your torso, kissing your head once again.

There was a moment of silence- the nicest, safest moment that felt like it would never end. You closed your eyes and felt yourself melt into his arms. His hand-knitted sweater was extremely soft and smelled pleasantly. You had never felt more harmonious in your entire life.

"I want you to meet my family over the holidays." he whispered and you immediately opened your eyes, exiting the tranquil state. He was smiling at your reaction, kissing your forehead. "We will have to tell them one day. Might as well start with mine."

You sat up on his thighs and felt a rush of nervousness. He sat up as well, placing his hands on your back and rubbing them up and down. He tilted his head and grinned.

"We've been together barely three weeks." you stuttered, to which he found extremely adorable. Someone, who pretends to be tough is afraid of meeting his family, who wouldn't even hurt a fly.

"That's almost a month and besides, you could meet your cousins."

"My cousins?"

"Sirius Black and Tonks."

"Sirius Black?!" you exclaimed. "The wanted criminal, who escaped Azkaban, probably hates my whole family- that is also his family. "

He rolled his eyes and laughed. "He's a good person. I told you he didn't kill anybody. Pettigrew still lives."

"I don't know George..." you ran your hand through your hair. "The moment they will see me, they'll hate my guts. My parents are sided with the Dark Lord and my care-takers are their biggest enemies- the stars are not aligned with us." you started to babble.

He continued to laugh. "The stars are not aligned." he laughed even harder.

"It's not funny." you smiled at his mocking but he only pressed you close to him, burying his head into your shirt. You hugged him back, caressing his head by running your hands up his hair.

"It is." he pulled back, looking up at you with those gorgeous brown eyes. "You're scared. I get that, (y/n). I'm scared too, but even if it's difficult, doesn't mean it's impossible." he continued and you felt yourself exhale a large breath, lowering your head. "Just don't get tired of fighting for us."

You looked around, trying not to look at him directly in the eyes but knowing you couldn't hold back for a long time, you looked at him anyway. There he was; this boy that wanted to fight for you. Who in your entire life, ever fought for you? Your family just moved you from one family member to another, but he wanted to keep you. He is so good for you.

You smiled, placing your hands under his jaw and pulling him into a soft kiss. "I promise, I won't get tired of fighting for us." you whispered softly.

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley imagine #george weasley imagines #george weasley fic #fred wesley #fred weasley imagine #weasley twins #the golden trio

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003 - THE LIGHT OF FREEDOM ON MY FACE - “enchanted!”

Pairing: Edmund Pevensie x Wolfstar!Daughter!Reader

ENCHANTED MASTERLIST!

By no means do I support R*wling’s biased views! This profile is meant to be a safe space promoting escapism <3

TW: none ( although, please feel free to message me if you believe i missed some!! )

THE FLYING CAR BEGAN ITS DESCENT, and soon enough, you were able to catch a glimpse of a dark patchwork of fields and clumps of trees.

“We’re a little way outside the village,” says George. “Ottery St. Catchpole.”

The edge of the brilliant red sun was now gleaming through the trees, its radiance, Harry found, reflected your own as you grinned at the familiar sight of the Weasleys’ residence.

“Touchdown!” said Fred as, with a slight bump, you landed — a tumbledown garage in a small yard to your right, Harry looking out for the first time at Ron's house.

In all truthfulness, it was run-down, for lack of better term. The structure appeared unreliable at best, as though originally a large stone pigpen, but renovated to fit extra rooms and reach several stories high. It had been so crooked, staggering like the lightning-shaped scar on your friend’s forehead; however, like the mark etching his skin, magic had built and kept it ebbed stubbornly along the grassy surface.

Four or five chimneys were perched on top of the red roof. A lopsided sign was stuck in the ground near the entrance reading, ‘THE BURROW’. Around the front door lay a jumble of rubber boots and a very rusty cauldron. Several fat brown chickens were pecking their way around the yard.

“It's not much,” said Ron, rubbing a self-conscious hand along his forearm. He looked around the wooden walls of his home in uncertainty, just as he had when you first came over — a subconscious sign of his insecurity.

“It’s brilliant,” Harry was quick to react happily, thinking of Number 4 Privet Drive and the horrors he associated with its pale, perfected walls.

“It’s nothing short of wonderful,” you followed, smiling at the three brothers, meeting their silent gazes. As you exited the vehicle, the sun’s warm rays cast upon you, moving silently as your shadows crept towards the door.

“Now, we'll go upstairs really quietly,” said Fred, throwing a cautious glance at his surroundings, “and wait for Mum to call us for breakfast.”

He turns to face you and his younger brother, “Then, you lot come bounding downstairs, Ron going, ‘Mum, look who turned up in the night!’ and she'll be all pleased to see you and Harry, and no one needs ever know we flew the car.”

You raised an unimpressed brow at their careless grins. There were so many ways this could go wrong. . . for them. But you were never one for wiping off the twins’ smiles, no matter how stupidly aggravating their cheshire grins could be.

“Right,” agreed Ron, nodding his head in full agreement. He doesn’t give you a second glance as you go, guiding Bowie atop your shoulder. “You know your way to Ginny’s room, I’m sure. Now come on, Harry, I sleep at the top—”

Harry found it odd how his friend simply stopped, going a nasty green in complexion. Meanwhile, you exuded the opposite reaction, grinning goofily and waving madly, gaze set out the kitchen window. His eyes followed yours, blowing wide as he spotted Mrs. Wesley marching across the yard. Chickens scattered, Bowie took cover behind your hair, and for a short, plump, kind-faced woman, Harry found it remarkable how much she looked like a saber-toothed tiger.

“Ah,” muttered Fred.

“Oh, dear,” mumbled George.

“‘Ello, Molly!” you exclaimed shamelessly as Ron gulped. He appeared close to tears, you mused. How funny.

All of the above were telltale signs of the trouble you five were undoubtedly in, and if Harry had known any better, he would have taken off running and not looked back. But he didn’t, a stupid decision on his part, if Bowie were to say so himself. Mrs. Weasley came to a halt before the lot of you, her hands on her hips, staring from one guilty face to the next (then there was you, a smile peeking through her tough exterior for a brief moment). She was wearing a flowered apron with a wand sticking out of her pocket.

“Morning, Mum,” said George, grinning in what he believed to be a jaunty, award-winning means while you and Fred withheld a snigger.

“Where have you been?”

“Have you any idea how worried I've been?” said Mrs. Weasley in a deadly whisper.

“Sorry, Mum, but see, we had to—”

All three of Mrs. Weasley’s children towered over her, yet simultaneously, they cowered as her rage befell them.

“Beds empty! No note! Car gone — could have crashed — out of my mind with worry — did you care? — never, as long as I’ve lived — you wait until your father gets home, we never had trouble like this from Bill or Charlie or Percy —”

“Perfect Percy,” muttered Fred bitterly.

“YOU COULD DO WITH TAKING A LEAF OUT OF PERCY’S BOOK!” yelled Mrs. Weasley, prodding a finger in Fred’s chest as her voice rose an octave higher. At that, even you flinched, taken aback. “You could have died, you could have been seen, you could have lost your father his job —”

“They were starving him, Mum!” You were unsure how you felt about your friend speaking up. But you were all for liberation, so, nonetheless of your conflict, you internally cheered him on. “They put bars on his window!”

“Well, you best hope I don’t put bars on your window, Ronald Weasley.”

You loved Molly, you really did. But she had the ill temper of a mad dragon, burning fierce and easily triggered. You consider yourself lucky to be receiving special treatment from the woman — saving you the need to fear being on the wrong end of her fury.

It seemed to go on for hours. You had attempted to ease the boys of her full attention a good few times, although Mrs. Weasley had no intention of cutting her lecture short, shouting herself hoarse before she turned on the pair of you.

While Harry backed away on impulse, Bowie returned to the comforts of your pocket. Godric knows how greatly he fears the woman.

“Oh, darlings!” she beams, her deep frown fixing into a welcoming grin, “How wonderful it is to see you both! Come in and have some breakfast!”

You needn’t hear any further invitation before joining the family for a meal.

Long story short, life at The Burrow had been all but ordinary. Every day, you woke to the sound of small explosions from Fred and George’s room — having to comfort Bowie each waking moment —, and every night, you were kept up by the incessant racket of the ghoul in the attic. The howling creature was a pitiful thing. But your patience could only take so much, wearing thinner every time it had interrupted you and Bowie’s beauty sleep.

With summer coming to an end, it wasn’t long before you heard from Hogwarts again. It had been a sunny morning about a week after you had been welcomed into the Weasley residence. You were at the kitchen table, seated by Ginny Weasley (she always looked forward to your company, eagerly offering to trade all her brothers to gain you as a sister) when you heard the boys thundering down for breakfast.

You feigned ignorance as the younger girl stiffened up beside you, taken by amusement with how she fawned over Harry and the oh-so-holy grounds he walked on. You saw her pupils dilate into cartoon hearts, you swore. And as one would in a cartoon, her admiration blinded her from all else — including her bowl of porridge, until she knocked it to the ground with a loud clatter.

You sent Bowie a silencing look as he chittered merrily, poking fun at the mortified Ginny whose face glowed like the setting sun. Meanwhile, Harry, pretending he hadn’t noticed such interactions, sat down and took the toast Mrs Weasley had offered him.

“Letters from school,” uttered Mr Wesley, passing you identical envelopes of yellow parchment, addressed in green ink. “Dumbledore already knows you’re here, [Y/N], Harry — doesn’t miss a trick, that man. You’ve got them too,” he added as the twins ambled in, their hair askew, still in their pajamas.

For a few minutes, there was silence as you all read your letters. It was the usual, come to King’s Cross on September the first, the need for school supplies, and finally, there was a list of the new books you would need for the coming year.

‘Second-year students will require:

The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 by Miranda Goshawk

Break with a Banshee by Gilderoy Lockhart

Gadding with Ghouls by Gilderoy Lockhart

Holidays with Hags by Gilderoy Lockhart

Travels with Trolls by Gilderoy Lockhart

Voyages with Vampires by Gilderoy Lockhart

Wanderings with Werewolves by Gilderoy Lockhart

Year with the Yeti by Gilderoy Lockhart’

It was ghastly.

The man was one your father had spoken endlessly about, and not in the best sense. Upon every glimpse of his books the pair of you had encountered, his jaw would tick and he would give a subtle eye roll — one only you were trained well enough to see. He would go on about how Lockhart had gone to school with him, and how the Ravenclaw was most undeserving of his affiliations with the good house and his recent fame.

He was a freeloader, a credit-grabber. He would ask Remus to tutor him, and idiotically enough, he was able to provide the younger boy with the answers to his assignments, and all he would do was rephrase and reconstruct the wording. It was quite brilliant, yes, but it irked Remus to this day.

With that in mind, you couldn’t contain the grimace at the sight of that list. There was no way you would support his career by purchasing his books. No way in the seven bloody rings of hell.

Bowie, sensing your displeasure, was quick to attack the ink along the parchment, crossing every trace of Gilderoy’s name until it was but messy scrawls along ruined parchment. He made sure to keep the rest of it intact, however, that thoughtful beanpole.

Meanwhile, Fred, who took quite longer to finish reading his list, went to peer over at yours, eyes widening as he caught sight of the shredded patches. He instead turns to Harry’s. “You’ve been told to get all Lockhart’s books, too!” he said. “The new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher must be a fan – bet it’s a witch.”

At this point, Fred caught his mother’s eye and quickly busied himself with the marmalade.

“Or perhaps a fool. . .” you lowly muttered to yourself, wincing as you caught sight of Mrs Weasley’s tattered book displayed on one of the countertops. You’d momentarily forgotten you were in the company of a die-hard fan. And a fierce one, at that.

“That lot won’t come cheap,” said George, with a quick look at his parents. “Lockhart’s books are really expensive. . .”

“Well, we’ll manage,” said Mrs Weasley, but she looked worried. “I expect we’ll be able to pick up a lot of Ginny’s things secondhand.”

Just then, Percy walked back in. He was already dressed, his Hogwarts prefect badge pinned to his knitted top.

“Morning, all,” said Percy briskly. “Lovely day.”

It was a wonder how he got up and ready for the day so early in the morning. You may have awoken earlier than him, but you were by no means ready to start the day. Your hair was quite a mess, and you were still in your knitted sweater and comfy pajamas. Most often, you would be able to start your day early. But today was not one of those days. Rather, any day at The Burrow was not one of those days.

He sat down in the only remaining chair but lept up again almost immediately, pulling from underneath him a molting, grey feather duster – at least, that was what the pair of you (Bowie and yourself. . . plus Harry) thought it was until you saw that it was breathing.

“Errol!” said Ron, taking the limp owl from Percy and extracting a letter from under its wing. “Finally – he’s got Hermione’s answer. I wrote to her saying we were going to try and rescue you from the Dursleys.”

He carried Errol to a perch by the back door and tried to stand him on it, but Errol flopped straight off again so you cringed as the thud echoed loudly in the silence, and despite Bowie’s defiance, you went to pick the poor creature up and balance it on its two left feet. The bloody creature had no sense of balance left — well, if it had any to begin with. Laying him on the draining board, you overheard Ron muttering, “Pathetic,” in much dismay.

Meanwhile, from over by the dining area, Harry admired your care for the rugged creature. He couldn’t contain the small smile that erupted his expression, admiring the gentleness of your gaze despite telling the poor creature off.

Whilst he paid attention to you, Ron made haste, ripping open Hermione’s letter, its contents spilling out, and read her long-awaited message aloud:

Dear Ron, [Y/N], and Harry if you’re there,

I hope everything went all right and that Harry is OK and that you both didn’t do anything illegal to get him out, [Y/N], Ron, because that would get Harry into trouble, too. You both know how often [Y/N] gets injured, especially on the ventures that lack my assistance.

The majority, if not all your days as a first-year (that was an exaggeration, but it certainly felt like it) were spent wallowing (healing) on the second bed of the dull, cramped, sullen hospital wing. (Okay, that was yet again an exaggeration. It was clean and spacious enough, and well-kept, and Madam Pomfrey ensured it to remain as such. But by Godric’s beard, did it get tiring — its four walls became your home at some point or another. But at least, the madam was a good gossip, keeping you entertained during your stays.)

There was that one time a troll had knocked you against the bathroom wall, that “so-so” injury you sustained during that one quidditch match (“A broken arm is by no means mediocre, Ms. Black-Lupin!” you could hear Minnie’s yells echoing from a distant memory), those boils you’d gained from that one Potions class, that one encounter with Lord Volde— You cringed at the growing list.

Nonetheless, I’ve been really worried, and if Harry is all right, will you please let me know at once, but perhaps it would be better if you used a different owl, might I suggest Hermes, or perhaps Hedwig, because I think another delivery might finish this one off.

I’m very busy with schoolwork, of course – “How can she be?” said Ron in horror. “We’re on holiday!” – and we’re going to London next Wednesday to buy my new books. Why don’t we meet in Diagon Alley?

Let me know what’s happening as soon as you can, love from Hermione.

“Well, that fits in nicely, we can go and get all your things then, too,” said Mrs Weasley, starting to clear the table. “What’re you all up to today?”

Mrs Weasley woke the lot of you bright and early the following Wednesday. After a quick half-a-dozen eggs and bacon sandwich, you pulled on your coats and Molly took a flowerpot off the kitchen mantelpiece and peered inside.

“We’re running low, Arthur,” she sighed. “We’ll have to buy some more today. . . ah, well, guests first! After you, [Y/N], dear! Your father must be expecting you.”

And indeed he was. The pair of you had been exchanging letters almost daily throughout your stay at the Weasleys and agreed to meet at the Leaky Cauldron before heading off to buy your supplies. While some notes exchanged your plans for today’s awaited reunion, others contained sweet nothings and greetings, and others bore more pressing matters, such as your father’s well-being after the previous full moon.

Poor Moony had to deal with its aftermaths on his own this time around. . . You could only hope that your friends (the little critters that resided in the forest and those that took permanent residence in your room) were enough company to bring him some semblance of comfort while you and Bowie were away.

“I’ll meet you lot at Flourish and Blotts, yeah?” you turned to your friends for a moment, ignoring the puzzled gaze of Harry as Mrs Weasley offered you the flowerpot. You only smiled as he blinked in confusion, taking a pinch of glittering powder from the clay pot, stepping up to the fire, and casting the powder into the flames. You only faintly heard him ask about the wonders of the Floo network when a large emerald flame swallowed you whole upon exclaiming, “Diagon Alley!” and vanishing.

Remus had been looking forward to this day from the moment he waved you goodbye. It had been a quiet two weeks without your company, and he knew that it would be an even lengthier rest of the year with you off at Hogwarts.

There was something in his gut telling him that this year would be much unlike the last. Not in the sense that he would never see you again, but that. . . his yearning for you, his only daughter, would be strengthened twice fold. That something peculiar, even beyond Lord Voldemort’s reappearance the previous year, would occur.

Thus, he wished to make the most of the little time you had left before the school year began and planned to make it as memorable — if not more — than the last.

If only your (other) father were here to help him with that. After all, despite everything that went wrong, it was undeniable that Sirius Black loved his daughter endlessly. Once, the man compared it (his love) to the galaxy. Infinite and unmistakably immense. Neverending.

Your father always said he “loved you all the way from the moon, and to Saturn.” Always, he would say he loved you even more than that, but, like Saturn’s rings, his love for you orbited his entire world. It was his entire world.

But then again, if that truly was the case, why did he leave? Why did he betray their friends? Although, Remus always made sure to leave that bit out of your bedtime tales.

Every night, as you grew up, unlike most parents who read their kids fairy tales and books, he would recount the stories that consumed his youth. He would recall his days at Hogwarts, the escapades that filled the four marauders’ nights, and the laughter that filled their halls by day.

As much as he despised the love of his life for betraying you both as he did, for depriving your childhood of any sense of normalcy, he couldn’t bear to tell you such a thing. That your father, who claimed to love you so, had left you behind to serve the dark lord. That in his madness, he got himself sentenced to life in Azkaban, never to be seen again. Or so he could only hope.

His secrecy did little to shield you from the rest of the world, however. It was inevitable that you learn of what happened (or what was said to have happened), just as it was inevitable to recognize the fear, pity, and distaste in some passerby’s eyes. But you were strong. You did not let that deter you, if not for your own sake, then for your father’s, who worked tirelessly to provide for you both.

Remus, righteous as he was, was always too ashamed to take anything from the Black family vault, nor from Sirius’s own savings (which contained more than enough, mind you). Although, he did allow himself to use some of the latter to send you to school. He at least owed you that.

The rest, however, and all that you both spent as you walked the cobblestone path of Diagon Alley, he took from his own pocket. He enjoyed spending — so long as it meant seeing those light blue streaks highlight your head of hair.

He grinned as you shared a cup of butterbeer brittles from Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour, (though, thanks to his familiarity with the owner, received it with a discount), sniggered as you nearly tripped, having stepped on a cracked stone, and hid a scowl as you joyously greeted one of the subjects of a pile of your letters home from the previous year.

Cedric Diggory knew not what he did to receive a strained handshake from your father, but he shook it off with a nervous smile as you waved him goodbye.

Striding down the rest of Diagonal Alley with an occasional smile, wink, and wave (you were quite popular amongst your peers, you learned the previous year), you caught a glimpse of a shop or two that caught your fancy. There was Ollivander’s Wand Shop, where you’d received your wand (the old man noted it a peculiarity, albeit you hadn’t a clue why), then there was Quality Quidditch Supplies, where you made your rounds, though exited with nothing.

Finally, you reached Flourish and Blotts, where you were immediately tackled into a hug.

Hermione Granger, hair bushy as ever, had weaved through the crowd to greet you after a summer away from one another. You missed each other greatly, yes, but you seem to have underestimated just how much.

“Oh, [Y/N], how I missed you!” Exhibit A.

“‘Mione, oh, love of my life! You haven’t a clue how I missed you! In fact, the parchments of my notebook are drowning in inked sonnets of just how much!” Exhibit B.

“You’re exaggerating,” she hid a grin behind a shake of her head.

“Oh, but I’m really not,” you blinked innocently in reply. Indeed, you really weren’t.

In your trunk was a notebook filled with little things you had noticed about your best friend — how her eyes set alight when she reached certain parts of her books, how she straightened in her seat and furrowed her brows upon a particularly page-turning plot twist. You noticed it all, and being the poet daughter of a Black and Remus Lupin, you turned these simple moments into words, etching them along the pages of your notebook, and on occasion, annotating them by particularly relevant lines of your books.

Truth be told, there was once a time you mistook your affections for her to be beyond platonic. You thought, at some point or another, that Hermione Granger would be the person you would love silently for the rest of your life. But of course, you were only twelve. What could you have known about love?

Not far later, you traded those faux butterflies with the realization and contentment of a sister. That was what you were to Hermione Granger, and what you learned, she truly was to you.

That didn’t stop you from admiring the beauty in her simplicity, however. Rather, you carried on, albeit, now also noticing the others that composed her background. You would smile wider upon Blaise and Theo’s bickering, giggle (though you despised the word) more heartily at the tickle of Bowie’s movements, and drown in grief, albeit momentarily, as professors spoke of your likeness to your fathers, once believing you to be out of earshot.

But that was nothing. You would shrug it off after a moment or two.

Like then, you went on with the remainder of the day. After a short reunion with your friends, Blaise and Theo, as well as a mini meet-and-greet with your father’s favorite schoolmate (he wished to strangle the man in his place), you ran into a bit of trouble with your not-so-distant relatives, the Malfoys.

Lucius was pretentious as ever, taunting Arthur Weasley and your father for their blood and financial status, while his spawn, Draco, was unbearable as the previous year. He, like his father, simply had to taunt Harry with every waking moment, and in doing so, only managed to piss off the rest of his company, and in particular, a temperamental metamorphmagus.

In later retellings and biographies of your life, some would state that it was accidental magic on your part that dropped a particularly heavy book atop Malfoy Senior’s head. Meanwhile, others would say you knew exactly what you were doing, and performed some degree of wandless magic or that you had simply thrown it with your fantastic, Quidditch Chaser aim.

You couldn’t be bothered to correct any of them.

It wasn’t long before dusk made its return, the sun slowly setting to signify the day’s end. Exchanging brief promises of “see you later”s and meetings at the train, you eventually parted ways, gripping your father’s hand as you headed in the direction you first came.

It wasn’t long before you disappeared into the crowd, leaving behind a proud set of twins, a starstruck Ginny, a content Ron and Hermione, and a wistful Harry.

The boy was smiling to himself again, staring at the grounds you once stood. It was a strange, dopey-looking smile that left Hermione amusedly rolling her eyes at her friend.

“A sickle for your thoughts?” she asked him, breaking him out of his [Y/N]-induced daze.

“What?” he could only stammer in response, blinking up at Hermione in confusion.

“I see the way you look at her, Harry,” Her tone was almost teasing as she smiled at him. “Don’t worry though. You have plenty of time to win her over.”

“I’m sure of it.”

He couldn’t be bothered to deny her insinuations. After all, it was useless to argue against Hermione — she wasn’t even wrong to begin with. She never was.

Harry took comfort in her words. She was right. He had more than enough time to win over your affections. It couldn’t be that difficult — if Cedric Diggory and Oliver Wood could do it within a year, why couldn’t he? And he had seven!

What could possibly prevent two best friends from becoming more than that?

Meanwhile, as night came upon London, a young boy of the name Edmund Pevensie, gazed out his windowsill in contemplation.

Earlier that day, he had overheard his parents speaking of sending him, alongside his four siblings to a family friend — some professor, if he remembers correctly. He recalls his mother fretting, expressing her worries about the four of them, when they heard a distant creek along the wood of the floor.

They retreated into their room, and somehow, Edmund couldn’t make out a sound.

The rest of the night, he was left to worry, silently and to himself, of whatever was to await them in the coming days.

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