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Sentence Starters

“I’ve never seen one of these completely to my taste so i decided to make my own!

ANGST

“I can’t do anything right.”

“Please don’t cry.”

“Why are you awake right now?”

“Why are you lying to me?”

“Wake up! Please wake up.”

“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Is that blood?” “…..No?”

“Please don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it.”

“Do you even still love me?”

“Nobody’s seen you in days.”

“Why are you awake?”

“I’m worried about you.”

“Can you shut up for once in your life?”

“Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”

“Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?”

“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

“Leave! Me! Alone!”

FLUFF

“Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.”

“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” 

“Have you seen my hoodie?” “Nooo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”

“Have you always been this beautiful?”

“OH you’re jealous!”

“Can we stay like this forever?”

“Please just kiss me already.”

“I think you might be my soulmate.”

“Sleep over? Please?”

“Are we on a date right now?”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“He’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint.”

“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

“Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“I missed you so much.”

“Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”

“I’m here for you.”

“I wish we could live together already.”

MISC

“All I do is drink coffee and say bad words.”

“Quit touching me, your feet are cold!”

“I think I just ripped my pants.”

“Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!”

“Can I pet your dog?” “Do I know you?”

“Did you seriously just get your foot stuck in a toilet?” “Maybe.”

“If I die, I’m haunting you first.”

“But I’ve never told you that before.” 

“Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.”

“So, uh, I locked the keys in the car.”

“Is the cat in a onesie?” “Uh, no?

“Can we please stop running? I think I’m dying.”

“You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

“Aren’t we supposed to be working?”

“Give me attention.”

“YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”

“Okay, so maybe I didn’t see that coming.”

“I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”

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Let Me Look After You - G.W

requested by @evielament

8, 11, 16 please with the angst prompts? I was thinking like, a George Weasley x Reader where the Reader is one of Kingley’s people who try to get information from snatchers. She’s fine the first couple of times she goes undercover, but eventually she does get into fights and George gets concerned.

Prompts :

“Is that blood!?” “...No.”

“Nobody’s seen you in days...”

“Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?”

Warnings ⚠️: mention of injuries, swearing, angst.

You fell to the ground with a thud - and that was, really, what snapped you out of your shock, as you apparated badly, landing on your already throbbing ankle.

“Fuck.” You hissed, wiping away the blood streaming from your nose.

You knew the risks every time you took one of these missions for Kingsley - for the Order - but still, the pain of being caught, being attacked until you managed to get away, that had never happened. You were arrogant - you never really thought your cover would be blown. It would haunt you for months, probably years. Fenrir Greybacks cold, amber eyes eyeing you like you were his werewolf sides next meal - that was enough to send shivers down your spine, even now you were safe - stood in the dark, empty Diagon Alley. You glanced at your watch - just past five am. You needed to hurry - the shops would begin to open soon, and you couldn’t afford to be seen. Not now. You’d be on Death Eater lists, if they saw you - well, you were a dead girl walking.

You glanced in the glass of Weasleys Wizard Wheezes, shocked at how awful you really looked - since you had gone undercover with a pretty high class group of Snatchers two weeks ago, the lack of food you all ate had taken its toll on you - cheekbones more prominent, eyes slightly sunken. That, however, was the least of your worries. Blood was still trickling down your face, and bruises covered the majority of your skin. Your hair was messy, and your ankle was most definitely sprained at the very least.

You limped, heavily, trying to keep weight off your leg. Guilt filled you - going to see your best friend and boyfriend like this - they’d both throw a fit, you knew that much. They knew vaguely about the missions ... and they knew the dangers as much as you did. But, like you - they believed in you too much. Oh, how that arrogance had been knocked out of you. Quite literally.

The locket on your chest glinted in the dim light, as you knocked on the door, loudly. That fucking locket. It had been what blew your cover in the end. The Snatchers had seen the photo inside - a tiny picture of you and George hugging tightly, grinning at the camera. They’d quickly realised he was a blood traitor. What that made you. The glass inside would be cracked inside now, you realised. If only you hadn’t been so bloody sentimental, and had left the thing at home.

You knocked again, louder than before, the cool glass stinging your knuckles, and only then, did you see the blurry figure of a tall red head behind the frosted glass, wand held in hand, defensively.

He, who you quickly identified as George, swung open the door, stance very much ready to fight - until he saw you. His eyes widened so much you were sure they’d fall out. A million emotions flickered over his face. Anger, guilt, sadness, back to anger.

“Is that blood?!” He exclaimed, shocked.

“... No?” You tried to walk towards him, but stumbled on your leg.

He quickly wrapped an arm around your waist, taking most of your weight, as you swayed slightly, half dragging you into the shop - he knew as well as you it was pretty dangerous out there - for blood traitors like him, and for aurors like you.

You didn’t speak, until the door of the flat was shut , the several locks clicking behind you, as you stumbled to the sofa, glad to finally take pressure off your ankle.

He inhaled, rubbing his temples, and when he opened his eyes, he seemed years older. His eyes were full of pain.

“What the fuck happened?” He croaked.

“I got caught. I’m fine.” You said, simply, not meeting his eyes, grabbing your wand, and starting to murmur healing spells, trying to mend your ankle. It burned for a few seconds, and then - back to normal. You exhaled, leaning back. The rest, you decided, could wait for later.

“Fine? Fine? I don’t know how you identify fine, Y/N, but this certainly isn’t it!” His voice raised a little, still stood at the opposite side of the room, as if he was afraid he’d break you too, if he came closer. You just wanted him to hold you tight, like he always did. Make you feel safe.

“George...”

“Nobody’s seen you in days! No , scrap that, weeks!”

“I’m sorry. But you knew I was going on this mission, George. You knew the potential -“

“No. I didn’t. Because you said you’d be away a week maximum. You said you’d be fine.”

“And I’m not, am I, George? But right now, I don’t need you fucking berating me. This is a war we’re in - I’m not always going to be fine. I need you not to be like this right now.” Your voice cracked on the last sentence, tears starting to trickle down your face.

You hated this. This wasn’t you, a broken mess. This wasn’t you, not being close to George.

“I’m sorry.” You repeated, reaching out a hand to him.

He paused for a second, and you were sure he was going to ignore the gesture. But he quickly crossed the room, taking your hand tightly, and wrapping his arms around you.

“I was so fucking worried.” He mumbled into your shoulder, and you were surprised to feel a damp spot where his eyes were. Your fingers threaded through his hair, comforting. No matter how much pain the hug put your aching body in, you’d stay there for hours if he would. You were just glad to be fucking safe. To be home.

“I know.” You murmured, as he lifted his bloodshot eyes to meet your teary ones.

“I can’t lose you, Y/N. Promise me. This is the end of these missions. Please.”

You bit your lip.

“My covers blown anyway. I promise you.”

A ghost of a smile covered his face.

“So, who do I need to find and curse into oblivion?”

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🌸 Masterlist 🌸

Key:

Fluff - 🌷

Angst - 🥀

Mature (swearing, etc.) - 🌸

George Weasley

Let Me Look After You - Reader is in the Order - and on a mission, injuries are bound to happen 🥀🌸

Fred Weasley

Pillow Forts - Reader And Fred make a pillow fort on a rainy day. Platonically, of course. Definitely. 🌷

Bill Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Marauders

Being the only girl marauder would include 🌷🌸

Sirius Black

James Potter

Remus Lupin

Lily Evans

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8, 11, 16 please with the angst prompts? I was thinking like, a George Weasley x Reader where the Reader is one of Kingley’s people who try to get information from snatchers. She’s fine the first couple of times she goes undercover, but eventually she does get into fights and George gets concerned. (LovelyWeasley here- Ihave no idea how to do an ask with a sideblog 😅😂)

Just done x

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Song Lyric Prompts - Day Two :

“And if death was coming for you, I’d give my life for you.”

Get You The Moon , Kina

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SEND REQUESTS xx

Sentence Starters

“I’ve never seen one of these completely to my taste so i decided to make my own!

ANGST

“I can’t do anything right.”

“Please don’t cry.”

“Why are you awake right now?”

“Why are you lying to me?”

“Wake up! Please wake up.”

“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Is that blood?” “…..No?”

“Please don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it.”

“Do you even still love me?”

“Nobody’s seen you in days.”

“Why are you awake?”

“I’m worried about you.”

“Can you shut up for once in your life?”

“Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”

“Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?”

“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

“Leave! Me! Alone!”

FLUFF

“Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.”

“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” 

“Have you seen my hoodie?” “Nooo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”

“Have you always been this beautiful?”

“OH you’re jealous!”

“Can we stay like this forever?”

“Please just kiss me already.”

“I think you might be my soulmate.”

“Sleep over? Please?”

“Are we on a date right now?”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“He’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint.”

“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

“Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“I missed you so much.”

“Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”

“I’m here for you.”

“I wish we could live together already.”

MISC

“All I do is drink coffee and say bad words.”

“Quit touching me, your feet are cold!”

“I think I just ripped my pants.”

“Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!”

“Can I pet your dog?” “Do I know you?”

“Did you seriously just get your foot stuck in a toilet?” “Maybe.”

“If I die, I’m haunting you first.”

“But I’ve never told you that before.” 

“Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.”

“So, uh, I locked the keys in the car.”

“Is the cat in a onesie?” “Uh, no?

“Can we please stop running? I think I’m dying.”

“You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

“Aren’t we supposed to be working?”

“Give me attention.”

“YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”

“Okay, so maybe I didn’t see that coming.”

“I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”

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Song Lyric Prompts - Day One :

“I didn’t cry when you left at first, but now that you’re dead it hurts”

Daddy Issues - The Neighbourhood

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Pillow Forts - F.W

Requested by @littlepairofoveralls

It was three days after Christmas, in sixth year, and as your parents had chosen a chateau in France over staying to welcome you home, you had stayed with the Weasley’s for the festive period.

Of course, it was the best holiday you’d ever had - snowy Quidditch matches, sneaking out to Ottery St Catchpole and seeing the twins confuse the life out of muggles with their magic tricks.

And on this particularly rainy, bleary day, the house was empty aside from you , Fred , and George, the latter not really counting as he was in bed with the flu, mumbling vague threats croakily whenever you and your other best friend talked too loud.

So of course, you went down to the living room, pouting slightly, resting your head against the cool glass, and watching several gnomes dance around the garden as the rain poured down.

“The little buggers.” You sighed, turning back to Fred, and pulling down the sleeves of the Weasley jumper you were wearing. His - though you had several of your own by now, you couldn’t deny that the smell of his cologne and a slight tingle of burning didn’t make you feel comfortable, safe.

“What are we gonna do now?” He stared boredly up at the ceiling, eyebrows furrowed a little in thought, feet in your lap, throwing up and catching a bouncy ball that Harry had got him every few seconds.

“Pillow Fort?” He turned, after a few minutes, grinning that utterly Fred smile that you adored.

“Fred Weasley, you’re immature, but I love it.” You stated, as he leapt up, clearly eager to have something to take away the boredom. He grabbed your hands, to pull you up, and you blinked in surprise, hating the fluttering in your chest as his calloused hands touched your own.

You look away, gathering blankets.

Having a ton of jokes whilst making the fort, mostly at the expense of poor George.

The fort being smaller than expected, and you two having to squish together, to lie down. Your head leant on his chest, almost tentatively - you and Fred were close, touched all the time, but recently... it started to feel different than it did with George. Like there was more emotion in it. At least, not the same, platonic emotion, anyway.

His hands played absently with your hair, and you sighed, almost contentedly, feeling your eyelids weigh down, sleep starting to pull you away.

“Y/N?” He said quietly, so unlike him.

“Yeah?” Your eyes met his own, though they flickered away nervously. He coughed, awkwardly.

“Well... I might as well get this off my bloody chest... Er -“

“Spit it out, Freddie.” You teased, wearing that lazy smile that god, he loved so much.

He looked away.

“I ... I kinda like you, more than, you know, platonic, and I get you don’t feel the same, and I don’t want to make this weird, but-“ he blurted, and you blinked at him in shock.

“Like me? Like like?”

His eyes searched your own.

“Yeah.” He mumbled quietly.

You grinned, running your fingers through his hair.

“Well, I like like you too.”

BONUS : George coming down to the kitchen for some of his mums soup, and seeing you two sleeping in the fort, curled up together, limbs entangled. Well, it took them long enough.

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Being the only girl marauder would include:

- You met the boys on the train to Hogwarts in first year - James, as cocky and overconfident as they come, Sirius, sporting a light black eye, and an arrogant smile, Peter, stuttering and nervous, and Remus, his face scarred, and his robes faded and patched.

- You fell into an easy friendship immediately, and you loved all them fiercely pretty quickly too.

- You were all sorted into Gryffindor. Yes Sirius, the hat did say Gryffindor.

- You were only shorter than Remus at first, being weirdly tall for eleven year olds, but by Year Four, all of them towered over you.

- Which lead to annoying nicknames such as midget. This midget can still hex, Prongs.

- Being the first to figure out Remus was a werewolf, and gently confront him about it. And then cry along with him, because he thought you wouldn’t accept him. Of course I will. I love you, Rem.

- Becoming animagi with the boys, even though Remus is extremely reluctant to let any of you.

- Tutoring Peter throughout school.

- Helping James figure out how to finally date lily. Perhaps tone down the arrogance? A fuck tonne.

- And helping Remus tirelessly look for a cure to his ... furry little problem.

- Midnight trips to the kitchen with Sirius, and listening to him rant about his family, especially his brother. And never telling anyone about some of the things he told you, even if it broke your heart.

- The boys being unnecessarily overprotective- even more so than you were with them.

- Graduating together, big smiles on all your faces, completely oblivious to what was to come.

- Finding out Voldemort had got your family the day after graduation. And you just clung to Sirius - who really, was your best friend, sobbing your heart out. What am I gonna do now?

- Living with Sirius and Remus in a flat down the road from James and Lily.

- Being maid of honour at James and Lily’s wedding (because she was your best girl friend, and you both enjoyed long rants about James).

- Being a healer for the Order, and having to patch your friends up way more than you wanted too.

- Being the first to hear about Lily’s pregnancy - i.e Prongslet. And being godmother. Of course.

- And then, on Halloween, 1981, completely falling apart, when Dumbledore appeared at your door, holding a tiny toddler, and telling you that two people you loved most in the world were dead.

- Immediately agreeing to look after Harry.

- Adamantly refusing to believe that Sirius had betrayed them.

- And finding out that Sirius had killed Peter, and he was going to prison for life. And not being able to find Remus.

- And truly, utterly falling apart, because the people you considered family were all gone, leaving you to raise a toddler, who wouldn’t stop asking for his ‘mumma’ and ‘dadda’ , alone.