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Congratuations on 2900 followers! You deserve it! Can I please get a 📌 for my fic Why do they hate me? It's George Weasley x malfoy!reader. Thank you!

Loved the piece by the way!!! ❤️ 😊

Why do they hate me?

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Hi there Alessia!!!! I love the idea for your blog- how cute!!! If it’s not too much trouble may I request a wallpaper for Fred and George Weasley and maybe with the quote “mischief managed”??? Thank you for all your great work 💛❤️

Hello lovely! Thank you so much for your request! I got a little carried away because I love Fred and George so much! I made one with the two brothers together and the quote, and then two with just Fred and George on their own! I hope this is what you wanted! I had so much fun making these today!

Lots of love ~ Alessia. 💛

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I MET JAMES & OLIVER PHELPS Y'ALL

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“’mione, grammar doesn’t matter...”

said Fred and George.

They sat on Ron’s bed, fiddling with their wands as Hermione dusted the room.

“Yes it does,” demanded Hermione. “Listen, I know you might not care, but just change it and move the apostrophe, will you? Please? For me?”

The twins groaned.

“Okay,” Fred said. “But only-

“-if it means you stop complaining.” George finished.

“We’ve got a business to run!” they said together, standing and gesturing with their hands.

“So good day, madam,” George called to her. He bounded to the door, and opened it with a bow and a flourish.

Fred winked at her, and then pushed her out the door. “Adieu!”

>>>fast forward to 3 and a half years later>>>

George sighed and looked at his hands, calloused and scarred from the numerous times he had lost control.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts, and then stepped out onto the sunlit main road of Diagon Alley.

Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes had once been the brightest store within a 10-mile radius, surpassing even Gringotts and it’s marble walls. Now, it stood there sadly, derelict and abandoned. After half a year, George still couldn’t bring himself to come here.

But he had come, and despite finding the idea of running it without Fred an absolute nightmare, he couldn’t let himself make his mother shed so many more tears because of him.

So he took one last look at the sign, purple and bright, which had once let off sparks that made even the grumpiest wizard crack a smile, and the rabbit that had been pulled out of the hat, with its drooping ears and cracked front tooth.

He stopped short when he saw the lettering, a faded musty yellow that brought him haunting memories that would forever last.

He could still make out the WEASLEYS’ WIZARDING WHEEZES, despite the dust that had been collecting for months now.

And he’s suddenly he’s 15 again, dreaming about a joke store with his twin brother, his best friend, his partner in everything, and for a minute...

everything seems alright.

But reality isn’t alright and Fred isn’t here and it’s no longer Fred and George it’s just George and the joke shop isn’t theirs it’s his and he doesn’t want it because it was their dream not his and everything is just coming at him far too fast...

He falls to his knees and just stays there until Hermione finds him there at midnight, head in his hands and freezing.

No-one really remembers the day that Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes becomes Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes, because who notices things like that, but Hermione does, and every year on that day, a fresh bouquet of flowers and a punching telescope are found at Fred’s gravestone.

[peregrintook]

“'No - no - no!”, someone was shouting. “No! Fred! No!””

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Crazy Stupid Love (Charlie Weasley x reader)

Prompts:  “You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?”  “No one has a romantic bone in their body anymore! What happened to playing songs outside windows, glitter and sparkles on handmade Valentine’s cards, dancing in the rain!? What happened?!”

Charlie watched you stumble into the apartment, shushing yourself as you haphazardly shook off your shoes. Dropping your key onto the hall table with a loud clank, you sighed as you slung your coat over a hook. He chuckled as you tried to tiptoe through the house, bumping into everything in your path.

You spun round at the noise, wobbling as your brain tried to catch up with the movement. A cheesy grin split across your cheeks; legs splayed like a baby deer learning to walk.

“Charlie!” You cheered, throwing yourself at him. With a soft exhalation, he caught you, pulling you onto his lap.

“You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?” It was an easily answered question, but he enjoyed watching you try to play it off. Immediately, you sat up straighter, wiggling in his lap to find a comfortable position.

You soon realised it was in vain, wrinkling your nose as you tried to dodge the question.

“No one has a romantic bone in their body anymore! What happened to playing songs outside windows, glitter and sparkles on handmade Valentine’s cards, dancing in the rain!? What happened?!” Your eyes looked at him innocently, frustration brimming in them. Draping yourself across his lap and thus the sofa, you flung one arm behind you to emphasise your point.

Charlie pressed a kiss to your forehead, bending awkwardly to reach, and you looped your arms around his neck, keeping him in place.

“Come on, love, this isn’t the most comfortable position,” he brushed back hair from your face as you pouted, refusing to shift. He huffed, sliding his arms underneath you, and lifting you up. The slow swaying as he carried you up to the bedroom was enough to gently rock you to sleep.

Charlie smiled softly as he lowered you onto the bed, which sank as he knelt beside you. You looked so peaceful, mouth half-open, features settled. Merlin, he loved you.

You woke up in the morning to sunlight streaming in through half-closed curtains, blinking blearily in the morning light. Your head throbbed and you groaned, yanking the covers back over your head. A light knock at the door did nothing for your splitting headache and you mumbled out a response, refusing to leave your cocoon of warmth and darkness under the sheets. Your mouth tasted like something had died inside of it.

The creak of the door soon had you shooting up in bed, hair awry, and you smiled weakly at Charlie. The bed had felt surprisingly empty when you’d woken up, but you had brushed it off in search of more sleep.

“Morning,” you croaked, voice low and raspy. Ouch.

Charlie carefully manoeuvred around the obstacles scattering the bedroom floor, balancing a stacked tray. “Morning, sweetheart.”

He settled the heavy tray on your lap, and you gasped, forgetting the headache as you took in the cooked breakfast. You smiled waterily; he had made you heart-shaped pancakes with a selection of fruit and a large mug of coffee to appease the hangover. You were also sure that there had been no fresh fruit in the house, so he must have popped out early in the morning to pick it up for you.

“Thanks Charlie.” You pulled him in for a kiss, breaking it off quickly as the plate rattled dangerously.

“I was thinking-”

“Uh oh, that sounds dangerous.” Your tone was grave, expression twisting into a grin as he stuck his tongue out at you.

“As I was saying, I was thinking about something you said last night.” Oh Merlin. That was ominous. “I’ve decided that we’re going to bring back old-fashioned, cheesy, book-worthy romance. And, luckily for us, or maybe not depending how you look at it, it’s scheduled to pour this afternoon.”

You laughed, shaking your head. You remembered some of what he was talking about, and the inescapable frustration at the fact that nobody seemed to be doing romance right. And your Charlie had decided to change that all round for you.

After the hangover had died down and you had braved the cold world outside your bed, you had found yourself bundled up in one of Charlie’s thick woollen sweaters; it was a lovely dark green with a large C on the front. He said it looked much better on you than him. The armchair was plush, well-worn with use and you curled into it, the heat from the fire fanning your body. The general warmth and quiet was making it hard to concentrate on your book, a mind-numbingly dull tome on the topic of the ethics behind the purchase of rare Potions ingredients. Unfortunately, it was a subject you were required to be an expert on by the end of the month.

“Darling, come quick!” Charlie called and you jumped to your feet, padding across the room.

He yanked you outside as the first drops of rain began to fall, and you giggled. You didn’t think he was actually being serious. You twirled as water dripped onto your face, hair beginning to cling to your scalp.

“Dance with me, Charlie.” You offered him your hand, looking down the line of your arm. He grinned, spinning you into his chest and quickly pressing his lips to yours before spinning you out again. You landed in a puddle, water splashing across the cobblestones. Blissful euphoria filled you as your clothes clung to your skin and rivulets of water ran down your cheeks.

Charlie laughed; hair plastered to his forehead. “You do crazy, stupid things for love.”

He kicked a puddle, imitating that Muggle film you’d seen recently, and rain water splattered your legs. Your mouth dropped. How dare he? An idea took hold in your mind, and he caught the mischievous twinkle in your eyes.

“Don’t even think about it.” He warned, the instinct of having far too many annoying siblings kicking in.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” you declared, before sprinting full speed at him.

You hit him with an oomph, air shoved out of you as you collided with his warm chest. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist and you looped yours around his neck, leaning back slightly. As you swayed, you looked into his warm brown eyes and smiled softly.

“I love you, Charlie Weasley.”

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Wedding Bells || 2 || F.W x Reader

A/N: I AM SO SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO GET THIS UP BUT ITS FINALLY HERE AAAA!! If i’m being honest, I’m not a big fan of the way I ended this bc it felt rlly unfinished but I felt the need to get it up as soon as I could. I hope you guys enjoy and sorry for the long ass wait 🥺

Word count: 1.6K (aaa she’s a bit sh0rt)

Part 1

Fred landed at the beach just outside his aunt’s old cottage.

The place he proposed to you

The weather was unironically cloudy and cold—identical to the way he felt.

Chills ran up Fred’s spine as he wandered around the beach, taking in the beautiful, calming scene around him. It reminded him of you. More specifically the way you were always remarkably gorgeous without effort, even in your darkest moments, and the way you soothed him with your embrace and kind, loving words.

It made Fred hate himself for abandoning you. You were fragile and even the smallest inconveniences would chip away parts of you that made you happy and whole. Everyone,especially Fred, knew this. He knew that you had cracked when the war broke out and he almost died. And he knew that this time, you had completely shattered, and it was all his fault.

He made his way up the sandy hills, marching through some of the long grass that had sprouted up and halted when he had reached the top. His eyes fluttered closed as he inhaled the salty scent of the ocean, thinking of the day he proposed

One year ago

“Fred where are you taking me?” You giggled as you trailed behind Fred with your hand intertwined with his.

The two of you, and George, had been helping Bill and Fleur fix up their aunt’s old cottage. It had been a long, hard day of redecorating and repainting and the sun was almost completely set

“You’ll see soon enough my love. We’re almost there.. Okay now close your eyes and wait here for a few seconds”

You nodded in response and heard Fred’s soft footsteps shuffling around in the sand. You shifted your weight back and forth between your left and right foot and giggled when you heard your boyfriend curse at the sand under his breath

After a few more seconds of shuffling, you heard Fred whisper

“You can open your eyes now, love”

Your eyes fluttered open slowly and you expected to see his face inches from yours but much to your surprise, he was on one knee clutching a small, black velvet box that fit perfectly in the palm of his hand with a heart shape dug into the sand surrounding the two of you. Fred steadied himself and gazed up into your eyes

“Y/n, these past 6 years with you have been unbelievably amazing. You have shown me what love and true happiness feels like and I will be forever grateful for that. There is no one else I would rather have by my side for the rest of my life, besides George of course,” He joked as a tear cascaded down your cheek

“no one else that I would rather give my love to, wake up next to every morning, have lots of little Weasleys with, and no one else that I would rather marry than you. And the war last year made me realise that I didn’t wanna wait any longer for this. So, Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n.. Will you marry me?”

Tears of joy were now uncontrollably streaming down both your cheeks as you chuckled and silently—but enthusiastically— nodded your head

“Yes! A million times yes!” You exclaimed and pulled Fred up, bringing your hands around the back of his neck and pulling him in for a kiss that was so full of love and passion that it made his head spin

Present

Fred let out a loud, broken sob and collapsed onto his knees remembering the memory that had once made him so ecstatic. He stayed there with his face buried in his hands for what seemed like hours while mumbling ‘I’m so sorry’ repeatedly to the empty space in front of him

Fred lifted his head back up and the sun was barely visible on the horizon.The sky had slightly cleared in the few hours that he had been there and it became a flurry of yellow, orange, purple and pink streaks.

It was a beautiful image. It was one that you wished you could share with your dearest loved ones when things were bad. It gave Fred the a sense of calmness that he needed to clear his head

“I’m gonna make this right” He stated and disapparated back to the Burrow

***

“Here Y/n/n, have some cake, love” George offered to you. A grateful grin appeared on your face as you took the small, fragile plate with a slice of cake on it from him carefully and snuggled into his side. You sighed tiredly as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders

“Something on your mind?”

“Well.. I’m just worried Georgie. What if he’s done something reckless and got hurt or can’t get back to us—?”

“Don’t worry, love I’m right here” Both your heads turned towards the front door, and there, stood the one and only, Fred Weasley

You immediately sprung off the couch and out of George’s embrace, dropping the plate of cake in the process, and ran towards Fred. You jumped on him, wrapping your legs around his waist, and buried your face in the crook of his neck.

“Oh my Godric! You’re okay” You squeaked and hugged him tighter. He let out a quiet chuckle and gave you a kiss on the top of your head before setting you back down on the ground. He looked at you with a faint smile on his face, looking as if he was trying not to break again

He didn’t manage to keep the facade up for very long. He pulled you into his chest and burst into tears. Through his fit of sobs, you could hear him choke out an apology

“Shh it’s okay, Fred. We don’t have to talk about this right now..” You cooed soothingly—but slightly muffled— into his chest. You pulled away to look up at his face

“How about you head up for tonight? We can talk in the morning” Fred nodded and started to trail off towards the stairs with your hand wrapped inside his but stopped when he realised you weren’t moving

“A- Are you not coming up with me?” he hiccuped. You opened your mouth to answer but George beat you to it

“Actually Y/n, I think you better head off to bed. I need to talk to Fred”

Too tired to protest, you muttered an ‘okay’ and tread up the creaky stairs of the Burrow leaving the twins alone to talk.

Fred awkwardly stood in the room and rocked back and forth on his feet looking anywhere but at George who was patiently waiting for you to be out of earshot

“I’ll get straight to the point,” He snapped, “I hope you’ve acknowledged that you messed up, Fred. Y/n spent the last 5 hours crying and worrying about you, wondering what she could’ve done wrong for you to walk out on her like that—”

“She didn’t—”

“I KNOW SHE DIDN’T,” George sighed in frustration, “I’ve tried to mend her as much as I could, but the rest is up to you. She’s like a sister to me and I don’t wanna lose her because of something stupid that you did to hurt her. Now go up there and make it up to her and don’t ever take an amazing person like her for granted— because we both know that Y/n won’t give you a 3rd chance”

Fred nodded and trailed up the stairs towards his childhood bedroom, not knowing how to respond as it was a little unusual to see George so serious and worked up about something.

Fred quietly pushed the door open, expecting you to be asleep and not wanting to wake you. He stepped in and felt his heart ache at the sight of you curled up in George’s bed with tears streaming down your face, with muffled hiccups coming from you and clutching onto one of Fred’s christmas sweaters, staring at the floor

You peered up towards the doorway where Fred was standing. Your teary gaze shifted back to the floor next to a small mound of clothing. Your hushed hiccups ceased and the room was filled with deafening silence

Fred’s shoes came into your line of sight and his hand made contact with your shoulder.

“D’you wanna move over to my bed, love?” He whispered gently. You lazily nodded your head and sat up. You made your way over to Fred’s bed and hesitantly lied down on the edge of the mattress. A deep sigh left Fred’s lips as mattress dipped next to you

You unhurriedly shifted around and stared into Fred’s cinnamon coloured eyes with your own Y/e/c orbs. You noticed that they were bloodshot and slightly puffy, but nevertheless, they were still as enchanting as always.

You cast your gaze down towards the pillow, taking a deep and shaky breath. “Be honest,” You said in a voice that was barely a whisper, “Did I do something wrong?”

“No!” Fred exclaimed suddenly, making you jump, “Sorry I- No, you didn’t do anything wrong. I just—I was being a git and I was just doubting everything, you know? I was.. I was anxious that you didn’t really wanna marry me or that I wasn’t actually ready” he said in a quieter voice.

You nodded and sighed, succumbing to the warmth of Fred’s chest and absorbed what he just confessed.

You decided to leave a lot of things unsaid. Knowing that he was willing to come back and make things right again was enough for you to give him another chance—though you knew you would no matter what he had done anyway.

The familiar sound of Fred’s heartbeat reminded you that he was there, and there for good, along with the feeling of his arms tightening around your frame and your entangling legs. Things were at a fair balance once again, and the two of you couldn’t be more content with your journey of love

***

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[turning-dreams-into-chaos]

Hi love! Can I please be added to your hp and your "it was all karens fault" taglist? Thank you! ❤

Yes of course! I’ll just add you to the HP list tho since it’s going to be tagged in everything Harry Potter related, including the series! 😊

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢

𝐴/𝑛 - 𝑀𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑐!!! 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑚𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝐼’𝑚 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠, 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑓𝑢𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒!

Request from @gredandforges​ - “Why hello there! Can I request a Weasley family x weasley!reader where like the reader is the one who gets taken into the chamber of secrets instead of Ginny and she's Ron's twin and everyone is all stressed and then she gets out and their all releived please? Thank you!”

𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕡 - 𝕎𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕝𝕖𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕩 𝕎𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕝𝕖𝕪 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 - 𝟡𝟛𝟟 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪 - 𝕊𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕

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Y/n laid on the cold, hard, wet floor, her heart falling weaker and weaker as Tom- no Voldemort sucked the life out of her. She could hear something faintly, shouting, maybe an explosion. “Where am I?” she thought to herself. She felt another pull at her heart, telling her that something was going to happen. She didn’t really know what, everything was very foggy and dark. She heard shouting and gasps of pain that weren’t her own. 

Suddenly everything unfogged and a lively feeling flowed back into her chest. She looked up and saw Harry with that horrible diary sitting in his hand. She gasped and dissolved into tears stuttering “Harry, I’m sorry, I tried to tell y-you and r-Ron but I didn’t want to say it in front of Percy. It was me - I’m going to get e-ex-expelled and I-I’ve only been here for t-two years. Where’s Riddle, what about the d-dia” Y/n was cut by Harry wrapping an arm around her shoulders. 

“It’s alright y/n, it wasn’t your fault. He’s gone. And so is the Basilisk. Come on now, let’s go, Ron’s been worried sick!”

“R-Ron?” Y/n stuttered, she felt bad as she had forgotten about everything else.

“Yeah, he’s waiting at the entrance.” Harry explained. So y/n and Harry made their way through the chamber, past the snake shedding and to the entrance. 

“Ron! Y/n’s ok, she’s alright!” Harry shouted, running.

“Y/N!” Ron’s face appeared in the gap, looking torn between being worried or excited. He helped Harry and Y/n climb through the gap. As soon as they were back on solid ground, Ron pulled Y/n into the most comforting hug, squeezing her tightly. “I thought I lost you,” he whispered.

“Never,” she sobbed. Harry was stroking Fawkes’ wings while Professor Lockhart was mumbling something to himself.

“Well then,” Harry exclaimed, gaining everyone’s attention. “Let’s get out of here.” Y/n clung to Ron as they grabbed onto Fawkes and soared up into Myrtle’s bathroom. Ron had an arm clutched tightly against y/n’s shoulders as they followed Fawkes into McGonagall’s office.

“Y/N,” Molly cried, running towards the door, Arthur not far behind. They scooped y/n, Ron and Harry up into a great hug. “I’ve got you. It’s going to be okay, you’re going to be okay.” Molly sobbed.

Y/n sobbed into Molly’s shoulder, taking in the comfort of her Mother and Father’s embrace. When they were released, Ron and Y/n stood to the side of the room with their arms around one another listening intently to Harry’s story. Dumbledore then asked y/n to go to the infirmary with her parents but before they could leave, Ron piped up and tightened his arm around you stuttering, “I’m not staying without her.”

“Very well then Mr. Weasley, take Mr. Lockhart down to the infirmary with you. Madame Pomfrey may be able to help him.” Dumbledore offered. Y/n and her family (and Lockhart) set off down the winding staircases. 

“Oh that painting was there when we went here. Do you remember her Dear?” Arthur pointed out to Molly, in an attempt to lift the dark mood. Molly hummed absent-mindedly squeezing her husband’s hand. Ron and Y/n wandered down the hallways, almost shoulder-to-shoulder in an attempt to be kept close together. 

After a few more minutes of walking, they arrived at the infirmary entrance. Arthur stepped forward to knock on the door. Madame Pomfrey flung the doors open, gasping. “Y/n! Oh, you should definitely sit down just over here in the corner.” She led the family to the bed in the far corner of the room, where an empty bed sat then returned to her job of reviving the petrified students.

Y/n sat upon the bed, still trembling violently. Ron and Molly sat on either side of her, rubbing her back comfortingly. Arthur took Lockhart over to Madame Pomfrey, in the middle of the room, closing the curtains behind him. Y/n lent into Ron’s warm embrace as Molly got off the bed and shuffled her youngest twins towards the headboard side of the bed, fluffing the pillows as Ron continued to comfort her oldest daughter. 

The sound of shouting came from outside the doors and they flung open and Ginny, Fred, George and Percy’s voices came bustling throughout the hospital wing. “Dad!” Ginny exclaimed, y/n heard her four siblings’ frantic footsteps as they ran to their dad, who was still talking to Madame Pomfrey. “She’s in there,” y/n heard her dad whisper. Soon after four vibrant redheads burst through her curtains. “Y/N!” Fred and George cried. They clambered up onto the bed next to Y/n sitting either side of her legs. Ginny climbed on after them and laid down, half draped over y/n’s lap. Y/n started to stroke her little sister’s hair while George wiped away her tears. Ron snuggled closer to Y/n and laid his head on her shoulder. Percy stood to the side, tears silently streaming down his face while Molly pulled him into a hug.

At that moment, Arthur stumbled through the curtains levitating seven mugs of hot chocolate. He gave one out to each of his children and his wife, keeping one for himself. Once Percy had received his drink, he sat on the foot of the bed next to George. 

Fred took Ron’s mug away from him, seeing that he was about to fall asleep. Just before Ron drifted off however he mumbled, “I’m glad you’re okay.”

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Summary: When Draco Malfoy starts replying to your heart filled words with snarky comments, you somehow end up tearing the whole room apart while white feathers flutter around in your faces.

Note: based on the song ‘Sometimes by Ariana Grande’ I RECOMMEND YOU LISTEN TO IT WHILE READING :)

Requested by @gredandforges 🙈✨

"Lets be honest, this is so unusual," i muttered as I sat between Draco's legs, his hands weaving through my hair as I slumped deeper against his hard core. "What's so unusual?" He questioned his fingers now playfully braiding my hair. Pausing for a quick second, i shuffle under him, flipping myself over as I  sit opposite him, legs crossed while I  gaze straight into his magnetic, alluring eyes.

"I mean- never in a thousand years did I ever think that all my emotions would be all 'cause of you," I elaborated as a small smile curved from the corner of his lips cheekily. "Well your not wrong,".

What was that supposed to mean?. "I mean there's so many other clever, smart and beautiful girls out there and well- here I am sat with you," his voice dripping with what seemed like Sarcasm but at the same time it sounded like he was taunting me. Grabbing at the pillow beside me, I wrapped my arms around it, slightly huffing under my breathe.

"I'm not tempted, even if their beautiful," I blurted almost quick enough to cut him off from his sentence. I started to sound like I was filled with jealousy but apart of me felt like he was just messing with my head or purposely trying to get on my nerves. "No honestly Draco- I've never thought of letting go- I don't know where I would be without you," my voice more serious as my hand immediately flew to his wrist, my breathing hitching as I confessed something that had been eating me alive. I'd never seen a future with someone than this immensely gorgeous and loyal, platinum blonde haired boy and I don't think I'd ever have wanted too either.

"You'd probably end up being very lonely," he spluttered, making my heart twist as my body started to tense up. He was either being really straightforward or he was just being snarky. Classic Draco Malfoy. Pursing my lips into a fine line, my hand slowly withdrew from him,  climbing out of his already made bed, avoiding any sort of eye contact. Desperately clutching onto his soft pillow, my eyes started to well up, my gaze now fixed on the shiny floor beneath me.

Rapidly blinking away my tears, I could hear Him breaking out into a giggle which soon

Distorted into a hysterical sort of laugh, his body falling backwards into a pile of pillows as he seemed to have kicked back and tried to relax. Another trailing whisper of his faint giggle escaped his lips while his eyes wrinkled up and a wide grin plastered his mouth.

A feeling of anger washed over me as i hurled my pillow directly into Malfoy's direction, a look of frustration smothering my face as his grin drooped. "Are you taking the mickey Malfoy?" I spat as a tear drop slides down my cheek. Springing from the mattress of his bed almost instantly, he made his way around to me, clasping his hands around my body as he pulled me into his chest. "Y/n you know I was only kidding right? I didn't mean any of that stuff that I said," he explained, his words becoming muffled as he planted soft kisses onto the top of my head. 

Grabbing at my hands, he pulled me down, making me sit on the soft sheets of his bed as his finger lifted my chin up so that I could look straight into his apologetic eyes. "Neither did I ever think that all of my emotions would be because of you.. and no.. your the only girl in Hogwarts who has both the beauty and the brains. I don't think I'd ever seen a future with someone other than you," he confessed as he wiped at my tears, a small smile tugging at my lips.

"Your such a baby," he mumbled, his mouth breaking out into a smile as I narrowed my eyes. "In what way do you mean that?" I asked eagerly, a grin showing up at the surface of my mouth as his gaze fixated on my iridescent features. Ever so sneakily, my fingers slithered towards the pillow that I previously threw at him, fingertips barely away from it. Fisting at the pillow, I brought it up between the two of us as I playfully smacked him across the head.

"Aw! What was that for?" He mentioned as he pouted like a lost puppy. "Payback," I giggled as one of his brows lifted and his head cocked to the side. "Oh your on!"

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Pillow fights normally end up with a shit ton of pearly, white feathers flying across the room while the bed was was rearranged in a messy manner, bed sheets hanging onto the mattress for dear life as we fell back onto the bed, our heads softly hitting the material while laughters of pure bliss escaped our throats, our hands intertwining as we looked at the ceiling above, panting breathlessly as we laid against one another just like two peas in a pod. "You know I've never thought of leaving you," he whispered when his breathing returned back to normal. "Not even sometimes,"

[ruffsraven]

"Give her hell from us, Peeves."

- Fred Weasley

[remmyswritings]

locked room// charlie weasley x reader

Good morning my Puffs!! Here is my first Charlie Weasley request! Thank you @gredandforges​ for sending it in, I might have added some angst to it cause thats what my brain was feeling when I wrote it but no worries it ends with FLUFF

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*Not my pic, found on Unsplash*

“Tonks! Open this door right now,” Y/N banged the door to the rather big closet door that her best friend Nymphadora Tonks had locked her in.

She heard her laugh from the other side, “Nope! When you resolve your issue, I’ll let you go but until then you stay locked in there.”

Y/N leaned her head against the door, whether it was out of frustration or desperation, she wasn’t sure. When she brought her head up to hit it against the door again, a hand appeared where her forehead would land so as to stop her from hurting herself. 

It was then that she realized that she wasn’t alone in the broom closet. No, Tonks has locked her in her with her other best friend Charlie Weasley, “I don’t think hitting yourself against the door will help us out.”

“Ugh,” a groan released itself from the feels of her throat, “I know that Charles… it doesn’t mean I still won’t be frustrated at the situation.”

Charlie looked at Y/N, “Charles, since when do you call me Charles?”

“I don’t know,” she glared at him, her sarcasm starting to show, “I wonder… maybe it was when you started ignoring me, or maybe it was when you started seeing Jamie out of the blue, or maybe… just maybe… it was how you told me you loved me and then the next day showed up to the Great Hall with her.”

Charlie looked surprised by her outburst, “I- you-“ he fumbled over his words, “It’s not like you said anything that day anyway. What was I supposed to think, that I had just told my best friend that I am in love with her and being met with silence is a good thing.”

“There is this lovely thing called shock, Charles!” Y/N’s hands came up to her eyes as she rubbed her face to make herself calm down. “I mean honestly I thought that out of the three of us you were one of the most observant but you could be incredibly dense.”

Charlie just continued to stare at you, “Me… dense! Well why didn’t you say anything? I mean Jamie and I broke up months ago. If you didn’t want to say anything while we were together, you had all the time after to say SOMETHING.”

“Well I’m sorry maybe I just wanted to see you happy with someone, even if it wasn’t me,” she turned to the door and started banging, hoping that Tonks would feel bad and open up.

“What if I’m only happy with you?” Charlie whispered.

Y/N barely heard Charlie over her banging but her ears had caught on to the words happy and you, “Wait, repeat that again please.”

Charlie nodded and stepped closer to her, grabbing her rather small hands in his, “What if I’m only happy with you?”

“Then,” Y/N locked down to their interlocked hands and then back up to Charlie’s face, “I’d ask you to repeat what you told me that night so I could finally give you an answer.”

Y/N stepped closer to Charlie this time, and released her hands from his only to bring them up his arms and around his neck. His hands cupped her face before traveling down to wrap themselves around her waist, “I am in love with you Y/N. I am in love with the way that you always give everyone a smile, and the way that you treat the younger Gryffindors whenever they need help, and the way that you cheer me on at my Quidditch matches. I love how you actually listen to me when I ramble on about dragons, and how you genuinely supported me when I said I want to go to Romania. And I love how when Tonks is feeling bad you sneak over to the Hufflepuff common room, even though you risk getting caught every time you do it. And I love the way you act with my brothers, as if they are your own family- especially when they are being extremely annoying. And the fact that you light up every room you walk into. And how kind you are, yet also fiercely protective you can become. And how you aren’t afraid to call me out when I’m doing something incredibly stupid. I am in love with every little thing about you.”

Y/N eyes started to water when she realized that Charlie had added more to what he had said on that fateful night, “Well, I am undeniably in love with you Charlie Weasley. I love the way you laugh, and that smile, and how protective you are of all the little ones. I love your bravery and your dedication to anything you do. I love how you genuinely care for your family and aren’t afraid to show it. I love how you can make me smile whenever I’m feeling mad and make me laugh whenever I’m sad. I love how you stand by me no matter what I do, and how you support me in my dreams of traveling. I love how you’ve opened yourself up to me in a way that nobody else has, and how you make me feel safe and comforted. I love how you’ve taught me what it means to love myself even if there are days where I don’t feel my best. I love how you made me feel proud for being me and not letting anyone bring me down. I am 10000000% in love with you Charlie Weasley.”

By the end, the two of them had been reduced to tears and smiles. Charlie then decided to take the first step, “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” she whispered and leaned in slowly.

Charlie closed the gap and it took awhile with their noses touching each other, the two giggling each time it happened. They finally found each other’s lips, it tasted salty from their tears but there was also something else there: love, passion, adoration.

The two of them were so wrapped up in one another, they hadn’t even realized how Tonks had unlocked the door and how she, along with Bill, had stuck her head in to see how the lovebirds were doing. Seeing that everything was going well, they closed the door again and walked off, wondering how long it would take for the couple to leave. 

Y/N and Charlie stayed there for quite some time, not really doing anything other than kissing, cuddling, and whispering I love you, but for them it was perfect.