#⦗✦| Hufflepuff Molly real

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Could I request a Fred Weasley one shot were his girlfriend is in Slytherin and he invites her to the burrow for the first time and she's a bit nervous because she knows that his family doesn't really like Slytherins?

A/n: My favorite thing Slytherin x Hufflepuff and one of the Weasley twins being paired with a Slytherin.

A Slytherin at the Burrow....that was something completely unheard of till now.

The Burrow stood tall and slightly lopsided against the golden hues of the evening sky, smoke curling lazily from its many chimneys. It was charming, warm, and undoubtedly welcoming—but at the moment, it felt incredibly intimidating.

Fred, standing beside you with his hand clasped in yours, gave it a small squeeze. “You alright there, love?” he asked, turning his head to glance at you with that signature Weasley smirk.

You swallowed, your grip on his hand tightening. “Oh, yeah. Just thrilled to meet the family who thinks all Slytherins are practically the second coming of You-Know-Who.” Your voice nearly cracking - your once confidant Slytherin person gone.

Fred chuckled, nudging you lightly. “Not all of them. Just Ron, mostly. And Mum might be a bit skeptical, but she’s an angel once she gets to know you. Trust me, they’ll love you.”

You arched a brow at him. “Are you sure about that? Because last time I checked, your brother literally called me a ‘snake in the grass.’”

Fred sighed dramatically. “Ron’s about as subtle as a blast-ended skrewt, but he’ll come around. And if he doesn’t, I’ll hex his pillow to scream every time he touches it.”

Despite your nerves, you let out a small laugh gaze softening looking up at him. Fred grinned triumphantly. “There’s my girl. Now, come on, before Mum starts wondering if I’ve been kidnapped.”

Taking a deep breath, you allowed Fred to lead you toward the front door. Before they could even knock, the door swung open, revealing a slightly flustered but beaming Molly Weasley.

“Fred! Oh, there you are, you’re late, dinner’s almost—” Her eyes landed on you, and for a brief second, her expression flickered with something unreadable. But just as quickly, she smiled warmly. “And you must be Y/n! Oh, come in, come in, dear.”

You stepped inside, and the moment you did,you were wrapped in a bone-crushing hug. You weren't sure whether to be relieved or terrified. “Uh—hello, Mrs. Weasley.”

“Oh, nonsense, call me Molly,” she said, finally releasing you. “Now, come in, sit, make yourself at home. The rest of the family is just in the sitting room.”

Fred sent you a reassuring glance before pulling you towards the living area, where the infamous Weasley family was gathered. Arthur Weasley was reading a copy of The Daily Prophet, Bill and Charlie were engaged in conversation, Ginny was helping set the table, and Ron—well, Ron was staring at you like you'd grown another head.

Fred clapped his hands together. “Right, everyone, this is Y/N , My girlfriend. She’s brilliant, loves pranks just as much as I do, and—before anyone says anything—yes, she’s a Slytherin. No, she does not eat first-years for breakfast.”

You shot him a look. Smooth, Fred. Real smooth.

Arthur stood first, offering you a friendly hand. “Welcome to the Burrow, Y/N. Fred’s told us a bit about you.”

“Oh?” You shook his hand, forcing a smile. “Hopefully only the good things.” Heart hammering in your chest.

Charlie snorted. “Depends on what you consider good. He mentioned you may have out-pranked him once.”

Y/N smirked, glancing at Fred. “Oh, he left out the best parts, then.”

Fred gasped in mock offense. “I was trying to protect my reputation.”

“Too late for that,” Bill teased.

The tension in Y/N’s chest eased a little. Arthur, Charlie, and Bill didn’t seem to mind you in the house at all. That left the youngest two Weasleys. You turned your gaze to Ginny, who regarded you with open curiosity before smiling.

“Did Fred tell you that you’d be sitting next to me?” she asked.

You blinked. “No?”

“Well, now you know. If he’s unbearable at dinner, just kick him under the table.”

Fred clutched his chest. “My own flesh and blood, betraying me?”

Ginny rolled her eyes, but you chuckled. You liked her already.

Then, there was Ron.

Ron, who still hadn’t said a word and was staring at you like she’d infiltrated enemy territory. You shifted uncomfortably. “Ron.”

“Slytherin,” he replied.

Fred groaned. “Brilliant start, mate.”

Ron’s brow furrowed. “I just—I mean, Slytherins don’t usually…” He trailed off, rubbing his neck awkwardly.He knew it was wrong, it's not like you hung around Malfoy and his lot, and you must be good if you captured his brother's attention.

“They don’t usually date Weasleys?” You guessed.

Ron hesitated before nodding.

You sighed, crossing your arms. “You know, for a house that gets accused of being full of judgmental people, Gryffindors don’t seem much better.”

Fred whooped. “That’s my girl!”

Ron turned a little red but didn’t argue. Instead, he looked at you, really looked at you, before letting out a heavy sigh. “Fine. But if you hex me in my sleep, I’ll tell Mum.”

“Hexing people in their sleep is so last year,” You said breezily with a sight teasing edge to it, and to your surprise, Ron let out a small laugh.

Molly called everyone to the table before Ron could say anything else. You settled between Fred and Ginny, your nerves nearly gone.

As the night went on, filled with laughter, chaotic Weasley banter, and way too much food, and you realized something.

You might be a Slytherin, but in this moment, surrounded by warmth and family, you felt like you belonged.

And when Fred turned to you, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he whispered, “Told you they’d love you,” you couldn’t help but smile.

Maybe the Burrow wasn’t so intimidating after all.

[moontopuff]

how it started/how u met

okay so being honest, twins didn't notice you until your third year

that's when u, as a Hufflepuff, had transfiguration with gryffindor

and let's just say that they *had* to notice u

because u tried to do the task so.many.times. but it just didn't work and at some point u just yelled "bloody fuckin hell!"

and yes professor did take 10 points from your house for saying those words

but! thanks to that weasley twins noticed you! Right after the lesson, they approached you on the hall

"so. aren't you a naughty little hufflepuff?" "what's your name, Puffy?"

and so, this is how your friendship started.

and yes, at first twins were just curious about you, maybe just their gryffindor blood wanted something new

but nevertheless, it quickly changed into something more real, as they started hanging out with you

you laugh at their jokes, watch their quidditch games and sometimes lightly pack them on their heads when they are being too much of a nuisance. They realized they liked u as a person.

YOUR FRIENDSHIP WITH TWINS LOOKED LIKE;

so, just because you're their friend, doesn't mean they wont try and will prank you

that's why it often ends up in a game of tag; its either them running after you (sometimes you even win and end up safely in Hufflepuff common room!) or you after them (and trying to hex them after they pulled out their prank on you)

but yeah, so many times they tried to go after you to hufflepuff common room and they ended up smelling like vingear!

(you did ended up helping them with the smell anyway. just later, of course)

so u may, or may not, have slipped that u were always wondering how it feels to be kabedon'ed to twins

did they know what that is? no. did u told them? no. did they found out anyways? YES.

and so, this is how it started; your whole week of Weasley twins kabeddoning you in random places at random times.

your reactions were quite enjoyable, so was your flustered expression, which only made them do it again, and again,,,

(you did like it tho. even if u decided not to share that thought with twins...)

when you have classes together you can expect paper bird charm flying your way! Twins would write something or draw something silly. Sometimes just because they are bored, sometimes so they can make you laugh and make teacher reprimand you. Anyway, it's not boring when u share classes

their mom & dad loving you! Of course not as much as they like Harry and Hermione, but you are just behind them! And Molly can't help but appreciate you and your ability to tone down twins (at least sometimes...)

you make them study together with you, of course its not easy and at least half of the time they (okay and you too...) spend talking and giggling, but because of your reward system (after you learn this you can get that), they are a little bit more willing to learn (not much tho)

twins knew that you know a lot of hiding places in Hogwart, so they often include you in their pranks... if only for you to help them turn into right direction

but sometimes things just didn't work out, and you three ended up in detention

that's when twins could see your grumpy, annoyed side

them knowing you're not *seriously* mad at them, meaning they would try to make you laugh, betting who would make you laugh first, and so on

them wanting to prank you but you know better

"Puffie, come on, join us tonight!" the Weasley twins chorused, their grins practically gleaming with mischief. You crossed your arms, eyeing them suspiciously. “No,” you replied flatly, frowning. You knew that look too well. "Pleaaaase," Fred stretched the word out, pouting dramatically. "Don't be a bummer!" George leaned in closer, mischief dancing in his eyes. "Do you want us to beg?" he teased, and then Fred chimed in, smirking. "Are you into men on their knees?" You felt your cheeks heat up as they burst into laughter at your reaction. “Are you willing to be these men?” you shot back, still blushing but fire dancing in your eyes, not wanting to lose to them so openly. But they weren’t done yet. “What if... there’s food?” George asked, his tone suddenly innocent. Your interest piqued. “What food?” you asked, narrowing your eyes. Fred nodded seriously. "Good stuff. Sweet stuff. Whatever you like." “Fine,” you sighed, but you weren’t so easily persuaded. “You have to promise that next time I have a bad morning and I’m grumpy, you’ll hug me. A sandwich hug, at that!” You finished with a grin, proud of yourself. If you were going to be pranked, you might as well get something out of it too. Fred smirked. "Blimey, didn’t know you were so forward, Puff—” You smacked his arm before he could finish, a playful scowl on your face. George chuckled, taking your hand with a grin. "Deal." Of course, it was a prank. But there was food, and was it worth it in the end? Your future self would wholeheartedly agree.

them asking you to bring food for nightly study or just hanging out at night

“Why me? You already know where the kitchen is,” you asked, genuinely curious but not annoyed. “Yeah, but it’s late already, and we’re us, and you’re you,” Fred explained, as if that made perfect sense. “Meaning...?” you prompted, raising an eyebrow. George chuckled, leaning in as if sharing a grand secret. “You’re an innocent Hufflepuff, and we’re mischievous Gryffindors. If a prefect or professor catches us, they’re more likely to let you go, and us... well, you know how it usually ends.” He shrugged, grinning widely. You paused, contemplating. It made a strange kind of sense. It was a bit unfair, sure, but if you could turn it to your advantage, wasn’t that fair in its own way? “Mhmm, we’ll see. What do you want?” you asked, a mischievous smile tugging at your lips.

so yes, they would also sometimes 'use your hufflepuff self" for making things easier for them. and hey! at first it worked perfectly! But after a while, prefect and professors caught on that you're not as innocent as you seem, and you are friends with Weasley twins in more ways than they thought

one time they pranked you by making your hair [color], thinking you would get angry, but you just shrugged and decided that it looks nice on you, and you're keeping it for time being

so yeah, they wouldn't think so at first, but somehow, you match them perfectly!

ROUTE A (GEORGE WEASLEY)

ROUTE B (FRED WEASLEY)

[vilentia]

A Welcome Worth Waiting For

George Weasley x Hufflepuff!Reader

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The dirt path leading up to the Burrow stretched ahead, the setting sun casting the countryside in hues of gold and orange. The ramshackle house loomed in the distance, every crooked window glowing warmly. George Weasley walked with his usual loping stride, a mischievous grin playing on his face, though the fingers laced with Y/N’s betrayed a nervous energy.

Y/N Y/L/N kept pace beside him, her steps steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. She glanced at the Weasley twins on either side of her—George’s confident smirk to her left, and Fred’s identical, slightly more mischievous grin to her right. Both had been doing their best to reassure her since they left Diagon Alley, but Y/N still couldn’t shake her nerves.

“Come on, Y/N,” Fred said with a playful nudge. “You’ve faced down Umbridge. You’re telling me meeting Mum is scarier than that pink toad?”

Y/N let out a shaky laugh. “At least I knew where I stood with Umbridge. Your mum… well, she’s Molly Weasley. What if she doesn’t like me?”

“Not like you?” Fred exclaimed, feigning shock. “Impossible. She’s already predisposed to love you. You’re clever, you bake—”

“And she puts up with you,” George interrupted. “That alone makes her a saint.”

Fred clutched his chest dramatically. “Wounded, truly.”

Y/N chuckled despite herself, squeezing George’s hand. The two of them had been inseparable since just before the twins had left Hogwarts in a blaze of fireworks, setting their mark on the school and Umbridge’s tyrannical regime. Though the chaos of the war had forced them apart at times, Y/N had become a steady presence in George’s life, and eventually, Fred’s as well. They both adored her, though Fred would never admit it without a teasing quip.

The Burrow came into view, its mismatched structure leaning precariously against the countryside. Smoke curled from the chimney, and the familiar cacophony of voices spilled into the cool evening air. Y/N’s grip tightened on George’s hand.

Fred glanced sideways at her. “Relax, Y/N. Just smile, nod, and try not to take anything Ron says personally. The first time Hermione came over, he asked if she was allergic to gnomes. He thought that was a real question.”

George snorted. “Still one of his finer moments.”

Y/N laughed, the warmth of their humor seeping into her nervous bones. She glanced at George, his freckled face lit up with affection as he looked down at her.

“You ready?” he asked softly.

Y/N took a deep breath and nodded. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

The moment they stepped into the Burrow, Y/N was enveloped by the scent of freshly baked bread and the warm glow of the kitchen fire. Molly Weasley appeared almost instantly, wooden spoon in hand, her face lighting up as she caught sight of them.

“Fred! George!” she exclaimed, rushing forward. Her eyes landed on Y/N, and her smile softened into something more curious. “And you must be Y/N.”

“That’s her,” Fred said with a sweeping gesture. “The one and only.”

Y/N stepped forward, offering her hand and a nervous smile. “Mrs. Weasley, it’s lovely to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.”

Molly ignored the hand entirely, pulling Y/N into a warm hug instead. “None of that ‘Mrs. Weasley’ nonsense, dear. Call me Molly.”

Y/N blinked in surprise but quickly relaxed, the hug easing the tension in her chest. When Molly pulled back, her sharp gaze swept over Y/N, though not unkindly.

“You’ve got a good grip on this one, haven’t you, George?” Molly said, a teasing note in her voice. “She looks like the sort to keep you in line.”

“Absolutely,” George said, grinning. “Y/N’s terrifying. You should see her when someone leaves a mess in the kitchen.”

Fred leaned in conspiratorially. “She even scared me once. Told me off for using the wrong measuring spoons.”

Y/N smirked, finding her footing in their humor. “You were trying to measure flour with a ladle.”

Before Fred could retort, Ginny burst into the room, her fiery hair flying behind her. “Is she here? Did you bring her?” She spotted Y/N and beamed. “You must be Y/N!”

Y/N nodded, bracing herself as Ginny grabbed her arm and dragged her toward the kitchen table. “Come on, you have to sit next to me. I need all the dirt on how you’ve been putting up with George.”

“Oi!” George protested, following them. “She’s not here to give you ammunition.”

“Oh, I’m getting all the ammunition,” Ginny shot back, grinning.

The dinner table was a chaotic, joyful mess. Plates were passed around with enthusiastic speed, voices overlapped, and the sound of laughter echoed off the walls. Y/N had been wedged between George and Ginny, the latter peppering her with questions between bites of roast chicken.

“You play Quidditch, right?” Ginny asked, her eyes narrowing in mock assessment.

Y/N nodded. “I was a Chaser for Hufflepuff.”

Ginny’s grin widened. “Brilliant. You’ll have to join us for a game sometime.”

Across the table, Fred smirked. “Careful, Y/N. Ginny takes Quidditch very seriously. She’ll probably have you training by sunrise.”

“Better that than facing Charlie’s dragons,” George quipped. “He’ll tell you all about them if you give him half a chance.”

“I only brought it up twice!” Charlie protested from the end of the table. “And they’re fascinating creatures!”

Y/N laughed, her initial nerves long forgotten as she found herself swept up in the Weasley family’s infectious energy. Even Ron, who had been staring at her suspiciously when she first sat down, had warmed to her after she complimented the Cannons’ new Seeker.

By the time dessert arrived, Y/N felt like she belonged. Molly placed a treacle tart in front of her with a proud smile. “I made this one special, dear. George mentioned it was your favorite.”

Y/N glanced at George, who shrugged innocently. “What can I say? I pay attention.”

Later, as the evening wound down and the family dispersed, Y/N found herself outside with George, the cool night air a welcome reprieve from the bustling warmth of the house. Fred had wandered off to help Ginny with some “firework-related experiments,” leaving them alone for the first time all evening.

George leaned against the garden wall, his hands shoved in his pockets. “So,” he said, a lopsided grin tugging at his lips. “What’s the verdict? Terrifying? Overwhelming?”

Y/N stepped closer, slipping her arms around his waist. “Terrifyingly wonderful.”

He laughed, pulling her closer. “Told you they’d love you.”

“They’re amazing,” Y/N said honestly. “Your mum is so kind, and Ginny’s a force of nature. Even Ron wasn’t too scary.”

“See? Piece of cake,” George said, though his voice softened. “It means a lot to me that you’re here. They’re everything to me, and now… so are you.”

Y/N smiled up at him, her heart swelling. “I’m exactly where I want to be.”

George kissed her then, the kind of kiss that promised forever, and in the quiet glow of the Burrow, Y/N felt more at home than she ever had before.

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[aures-fantasy-nook]

okay so i just had this idea. Harry with a Hufflepuff reader and she loves to take pictures. Like polaroids. Of everything. And there's candid pictures of him in a chunky sweater and stupid smile like kaknsnenejh

omg okay i never saw this but this is so cute! thank you anon!!

also i have another request im going to be working on soon :3

Harry Potter with H!s/o who loves taking pictures

I feel like before he even approached you he liked to see you walk around taking pictures of things

seeing you laughing with friends while trying to get them to pose in Hogsmeade

he loved how you wanted to document your happy moments

so when yall got together for real he knew you probably wanted to take pictures of him and stuff

didnt know how much

i feel like Harry is kind of camera shy

like he sees the camera pointing at him and he forgets how to smile

because of this he notices you start to take candid photos

he sees them laying around like "i remember this moment but when tf did you take my picture"

sometimes will do the same to you

likes to take photos of you while you read or work on things

theres plenty of photos of you in pajamas laying around

i feel like theres also moving photos of you reaching for the camera back, your smile widening as Harry backs up laughing

the adoration on your face at that moment

a lot of selfies of the two of you

sometimes you sneak up on him and will snap a selfie

theres also quite a few photos of the whole group

if were talking hogwarts days then you often give him a ton of moving photos for holidays

like over the summer you constantly send him letters with photos in them so he doesnt feel so alone

you probably also go to the burrow for christmas and they love that you take pictures

molly is all over it

she wants copies of them so she can make a scrapbook

honestly she probably is working on gifts for your wedding already

[hpsaffics]

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1. Girls' Night Out by Amazuppai for beeprescott [Hermione/Tonks, T]

Tonks helps Hermione with her makeup in preparation for a night of post-divorce clubbing.

2. With you, awake in slumber by @apricitydays-lazynights for Elvira_Kamgut [Narcissa/Mrs Zabini, M]

Living a picture perfect life, Narcissa only truly awakens in her dreams

3. in bloom by beeprescott for @herochicklyrrie007 [Luna/Pansy, G]

a sliver of a fairytale AU featuring Pansy and Luna

4. the best laid plans by @nanneramma for @sortofshea [Pansy/Ginny, G]

Ginny and Pansy plot, scheme, and fall in love along the way.

5. A Rap on the Knuckles by @cntrl15 for @lumosatnight [Pomona/Dolores, M]

Dolores can be a terrible bully to the Hufflepuff girls. Professor Sprout believes in traditional punishment. Or, The Many Uses of Skele-Gro.

6. lifeline by @unwoundcorridors for @storyof-eden [Hermione/Narcissa, T]

Narcissa finds her at her worst.

7. Acceptance by @daydreamingfoxglove for dykevader [Hermione/Pansy, E]

After two years of radio silence since Pansy came out as trans, her mother invites her, and long time girlfriend, Hermione, to tea.

8. The Tangles by dykevader for @megowaffle [Luna/Pansy, G]

Luna's been working non-stop, and Pansy is sick of it.

9. The Pianist!? by el_i for @snarkygranger1-blog [Bellatrix/Narcissa, M]

Bellatrix and Narcissa Black, fresh faced and in their early 20s, go to a concert where a wixen band is headlining. The synth player? None other than Lucius Malfoy.

10. Found Somewhere in Time by Elvira_Kamgut for sky_watcher_rose [Minerva/Rowena, G]

Time travelling lesbians

11. the escape of a soulmate by @fantasyborn for Marenke [Astoria/Daphne, T]

“We’ll run away together. Then no one has to marry a stinky boy.”

12. Love Is a Dress That You Made by @hawksquill for @sliebman10 [Fleur/Tonks, M]

Fleur and Tonks share a tender moment after a night out.

13. Her New Favorite Subject by @hermioneclone for @ultramarineorchid [Augusta/Minerva, G]

Or, the real reason Augusta wanted Neville to stick with Transfiguration over Charms.

14. Knew Each Other Perfectly by @herochicklyrrie007 for @picklesonjupiter [Narcissa/Flora, G]

Narcissa and Flora go shopping for engagement rings

15. The Fertility Ritual by @iseliljathedreamer for @schmem14 [Narcissa/Molly, E]

They have tried, and tried, and tried, but Lucius is yet to bless Narcissa with a child. Desperate, she seeks help to perform the strongest of dark fertility rituals, never considering who might be performing it.

16. come to dinner by lady_in_black_ao3 for @daydreamingfoxglove [Hermione/Luna/Ginny, G]

Ginny ran into Hermione and got a chance to ask her, one more time.

17. Perfection by @fiestylilmetalbendingqueen for @nanneramma [Bellatrix/Morgana, Walburga/Morgana, M]

Morgana has been searching for the right vessel for some time now.

18. A Welcome Distraction by @lilacsintherain for @iseliljathedreamer [Minerva/Poppy, T]

The hospital wing keeps Poppy Polfrey busy. She allows only one person to be a distraction.

19. Friday. Again. by @lumosatnight for Amazuppai [Hermione/Padma, G]

Of all the people to be stuck in a time loop with, it had to be Hermione Granger.

20. catch your breath by Marenke for DrPansyParkinson [Astoria/Pansy, M]

Astoria’s golden hair fanned in the water as she floated idly in the pool.

21. Just Another Late Night Pool Party by @meggowaffle for @sugareey-makes-stuff [Hermione/Pansy, T]

The party is over, but Hermione and Pansy won't be leaving for a while.

22. Pick Me Up by @mugsdontlie for the_prettiest_w0lf_star [Narcissa/Lily, G]

"pick me up after work pls?"

23. I'd like that by multiimoments for @apricitydays-lazynights [Pansy/Ginny, G]

Pansy runs into her crush while holidaying in Italy. Panic and cuteness ensue.

24. in the red by @nanneramma for Silkbuggy [Alice/Narcissa, T]

Alice wants her. She wants her so much.

25. Melt by nocturn for @lilacsintherain [Daphne/Ginny, T]

She knew Ginny would be here. She’s always here when Daphne is.

26. My Dahlia Bathed in Possession by @caitiewantstobeavadakedavrad for @cntrl15 [Fleur/Bellatrix, M]

Bellatrix pays a visit to her pet.

27. F*ck the World by @schmem14 for @nihilisticnomad [Fleur/Hermione, T]

Their Ministry-mandated marriage should feel like a slap in the face, but Fleur and Hermione are determined to make the best of it.

28. Back-Up Plans by shewritesmaybe for lady_in_black_ao3 [Hermione/Astoria, G]

It's the day of Draco and Astoria's wedding, but he loves Harry and she loves Hermione. Who else can fix it but the Golden Girl?

29. Bright by Silkbuggy for @caitiewantstobeavadakedavrad [Bellatrix/Lily, M]

Bellatrix found a new pet.

30. Soft like a Secret by @apricitydays-lazynights for shewritesmaybe [Hermione/Pansy, M]

What comes after is Hermione's favorite part.

31. Adventurous by sky_watcher_rose for @fiestylilmetalbendingqueen [Druella/Minerva, G]

Minerva knows the woman sitting in the ice cream shop, and she wants to see her again…badly enough that she's willing to risk eating bacon flavour ice cream.

32. Biker Bitches by @sliebman10 for nocturn [Fleur/Tonks, T]

Fleur and Tonks hit the road again after they take care of their latest kill.

33. Devilish Fun by @snarkygranger1-blog for @hermioneclone [Pomona/Eileen/Petunia, E]

Pomona and Eileen accelerated Petunia's love of plants to another level.

34. Rapture by @sortofshea for @mugsdontlie [Padma/Parvati, E]

The twins spend an early summer morning in bed.

35. An Astute Observation by @storyof-eden for @miss-grimwood [Hermione/Bellatrix, Narcissa/Ginny, T]

Bellatrix and Narcissa tease each other for being in relationships with younger women.

36. Sentiment by @sugareey-makes-stuff for @hawksquill [Luna/Ginny, T]

Luna receives a special delivery from Ginny.

37. Through Adversity by @picklesonjupiter for multiimoments [Mary/Marlene, G]

Friends support each other through adversity, with budding romance emerging.

38. Weddings suck until they don't by Starfuckers_Inc (the_prettiest_w0lf_star) for el_i [Bellatrix/Narcissa, E]

Narcissa came back to her hometown for her father's fifth wedding.

39. Inexplicably Resolute by @ultramarineorchid for @unwoundcorridors [Hermione/Narcissa, G]

Narcissa wants nothing more than for Hermione to leave. Hermione never was particularly good at doing what other people want.

40. Piece by @lumosatnight for @fantasyborn [Daphne/Romilda, Cho/Romilda, Romilda/Ginny, M]

Everyone loves Romilda; no one ever questions why.

[klaus-littlestwolf]

Random Thoughts: Klaus Mikaelson

Harry Potter Marathon

It had started as a joke. You never expected that he had never actually seen the movies! What kind of person hasn’t seen Harry Potter?!

The man has been alive for 1000 years. The best thing in the world should be TV at this point, he should have seen every movie ever made!

You gave him grief about it but in the long run you didn’t really mean anything by it, you just wanted to tease your Hybrid boyfriend, the last thing you ever expected was for him to agree to watching the movies with you!

Klaus cleared his schedule for the next 2 days and the next morning, bright and early you two made breakfast and started the Sorcerers Stone. Your mate had agreed to an almost 20 hour long marathon of all of the Harry Potter movies, something you had never gotten any other man or even your best friends to agree to do with you, none of them caring about you nearly enough to watch, as Caroline and Elena call them, ‘Stupid Wizard Movies’ with you. But there Klaus sat, beside you in his king sized bed, turning on the Prisoner of Azkaban as you quickly took a bathroom break and grabbed the both of you a drink from the mini fridge he had gotten for his room for you.

Klaus listened to everything you had to say about the movies and books, enjoying the behind the scenes facts and interesting book scenes that weren’t in the movies whenever you wanted to tell him something. He genuinely seemed to enjoy the movies quite a bit, and you even convinced him to take the test to find out which house he was in, you had told him it would either be Slytherin or Ravenclaw and he is obviously a Slytherin, enjoying the fact that you’re his sweet little Hufflepuff!

You didn’t finish the movies on time, taking your first real break at dinner time, deciding to make dinner together as you had ordered lunch. You ended up back in bed at about 7:30 to start the fifth movie. You took another break in the middle of that movie when your hybrid seemed to find sucking on your neck more interesting at the moment, he’s insatiable, you swear it!

You didn’t finish the movies until a bit before noon the next day having started them at 9am, taking brief stops to eat or so Klaus could fuck you, once not even stopping the movie for that during the robbing of Gringotts scene. He insisted on at least an hour long nap for you after that as he had tired you out quite a bit and you finished the rest of that last movie when you awoke from the almost 2 hour snooze.

All in all it was a really fun day spent with your boyfriend. You gave him the full quiz about his favorite everything! You found out his favorite movie was the Prisoner of Azkaban, loving the werewolf in it even if Remus was, as Klaus called him, a bit of a pussy. Sirius was probably Klaus’ favorite character next to McGonagall and Molly Weasley. His favorite DADA teacher was either Remus or Moody and his favorite magical creatures was the Hungarian Horntail, but Buckbeak was a Very close second! He teased that he now needed to find a way to make you an Animagus so that you can play with him when he’s a wolf.

All in all he actually enjoyed the movies and now all that’s left is convincing him to take you to Harry Potter world

Klaus Mikaelson Masterlist

Random Thoughts

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Never Glory - Chapter 4

Tom Riddle x reader

TW: blood, gore, death and all that stuff

As I gaped at the giant structure in front of me, I realized how much it had changed since the last time I had been here. It was quite the sight to say the least. 

"Come on, lets go!" Molly spoke as Lily and I followed behind her. "So Daena, do you like our school so far?" Lily asked. "Of course, I love it! It feels like I've been here so long!" I exclaimed, feeling optimistic about this year. This is only my second time but I feel that this year will go by smoothly. 

Molly and Lily told me that they that they were headed for the Great Hall as I needed to go to Headmaster Dippet to get sorted into my house. I waved goodbye and headed the direction the Headmaster's office was in. I remember this place like it was yesterday. 

I finally ended up reaching Headmaster Dippet's office and slowly opened the doors and saw an old man sitting on a large armchair. He suddenly stood up while I watched and smiled at him. This must be Headmaster Dippet. I had never personally met him so I had to make a good first impression.

"Ah you must be Daena L/N, we've been expecting you. I'm Headmaster Dippet," Headmaster Dippet spoke. "Yes, that's me, Daena L/N" I said, having my 'name' smoothly slip out of my tongue. "We have got your books and have a schedule sorted out depending on your house," the Headmaster said, "now if you don't mind, we'll put the sorting hat on you to decide your house. There is Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. The hat decides where you'll belong."

"Of course, Sir," I replied with while grinning. Headmaster Dippet grabbed the sorting hat from a shelf and placed it upon my head.

"Ah, L/N I see, there is quite a future awaiting you. You have a knack for hiding secrets I can tell, especially now Daena L/N," the sorting hat mentioned. I gulped, knowing that the hat knows my real name. I just hope it doesn't say it out loud. 

"You are definitely brave and courageous. Would I see you in a library reading books that peak your interest? Yes, that is definite. But patience is not one of your virtues. Although, I see that you are cunning to prove yourself and ambitious. You'll do anything to get to your goal. So perhaps, the best place to put you in is SLYTHERIN!" The sorting hate howled. 

Great, Slytherin. I actually kind of like that though. Means I've changed these past few centuries. I do wish upon a star that maybe I'll find the love of my life here. Not likely though. I smiled at Headmaster Dippet and said, "well, guess I'm in Slytherin." 

"I assure you that Slytherin is a great house for you and if you do happen to have any questions, please do not hesitate to ask me or the teachers," Headmaster Dippet said, sensing some worry in me even though there was not. "Of course, I will. Thank you, Sir," I said, smiling once again. "Great, that's all. Now our Slytherin prefect, Mr. Riddle, will assign you your dorm and pass you your schedule. He should be in the Slytherin common room. You may leave now," Dippet said. I nodded and walked out of his office. 

Now I needed to find Riddle and ask him where my freaking dorm is. Goodness. I wouldn't see Lily and Molly since dinner is probably nearly over and there is simply no point on going to the Great Hall anymore. So I headed to the Slytherin common room to find Riddle.

The name 'Riddle' suddenly clicked to me. Isn't that the name the girls in my compartment were talking about? I hope not, because that would mean that those girls were in Slytherin which would cause a little trouble for me. 

As I reached the entrance, I realized that I had forgotten to ask Headmaster Dippet the common room password. I'm such an idiot, I thought to myself. Merlin, I guess I'll just have to stay here now. I leaned against the frame of the portrait sighing, waiting for someone to come in or out. As I was taking in the surroundings, my eyes fell upon a word that was engraved on the side of the opposite portrait I was leaning on. "Pureblood?" I said out loud as I read off the engraving. 

To my surprise, the frame opened and revealed what I assumed the Slytherin common room was. Hm, better keep 'pureblood' in mind. 

I looked around to see green sofas and a fireplace in the far middle of the rom. To be honest, this is better than the Gryffindor common room. Maybe it was more my style. I really couldn't say. Just as I was taking in my surroundings, a creak could be heard behind me and there stood a tall brunette boy.

I turned around and looked at a bag on his cloak that said 'Tom Riddle'. Well, I guess this is who Headmaster Dippet was referring to. The brunette looked at me as though he was mad someone was in here. "Are you Tom Riddle?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.

"Yes. Now if you don't mind, I would like for leave the common room and go back to the Great Hall," his monotone voice spoke. So much for trying to be nice, I thought. I let out a scoff and said, "well, if YOU don't mind, Headmaster Dippet asked me to talk to you about my dorm and schedule. I'm Daena L/N, I transferred from Ilvermorny," I said, returning the same tone he spoke in. 

"I see, Headmaster did tell me that a new student must be attended to. But he also said that he did not tell you the common room password and for me to provide it for you. So I have to ask, how did you get in?" Riddle questioned. 

"You see, some bloody idiot carved the password out on the side of the frame so I didn't do anything illegal if that's what you're trying to ask me," I said, assuming the worst of what he could've thought. He paused while nodding his head, probably noting how observant I was. Didn't say much did he? But he was definitely charming. I could see that he was quite snobbish though. And rude. 

"I would appreciate it if you would show me to my dorm now," I calmly spoke. He weirdly eyed me as I walked near the side of the common room that said 'girls'. What? Was he expecting me to swoon over him or something? Certainly not. Not yet at least-

"Right. You are in dorm 3 and you share it with four other girls. Here is your schedule," Riddle said as he handed me a paper. I mustered up a small smile and watched him exit the common room.

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These chapters are DEFINTELY going to get edited sooner or later so yeah. This is a story where he will have to get used to you and slowly but surely fall in love. I really don't enjoy stories where someone falls for someone and suddenly changes their way. THIS IS A SELF INTEREST BY THE WAY, "Daena" is simple an ALAIS (another name). Trust me, Y/N will be used after you/she decides that it is time to reveal it to her friends and Riddle.

Thanks for reading! 

[tini-ballerini]

Another 1k notes, another look into this idea. Let’s talk summer of ‘92, shall we?

The darkness of the artist affects every bit of art they create, and the world of Harry Potter is not exempt from this, but a world of magic and fighting the good fight against the darkness is still compelling, and a story of a young boy from an abusive household growing into himself, and learning how to love and be loved, and how to find things worth fighting for, is still a story that’s worth telling.

Make no mistake; the Malfoy household is abusive, just like the Dursley household is. Dudley Dursley was just as mistreated as Harry Potter was, and even on the same scale; where Harry wanted for nothing because wanting got him nowhere, Dudley wanted for everything without restraint because his parents made no moves to corral him. Both of them are unprepared for the real world. Harry won’t know how to ask for what he needs, and Dudley won’t know how to differentiate needs from wants.

In the Malfoy’s case, it’s a mixture of the two. Draco grew up the spoiled, unmitigated only son. Everything he wanted, he got. Just like Dudley. But none of it was real. And he never learned how to ask for what he wanted more deeply than anything else.

His friendships were paid off. His parents only acknowledged him if he performed as expected. His failures were brought under harsh examinations, and his victories were brushed aside as expected. If he was not ambitious for the next victory, what was he doing? Savoring the smaller victories was for lesser people, with lesser ambitions.

He’s sent a few letters home over the year, and Narcissa, at least, has tried to send replies back. Tales of his rivalry in academics with Hermione, or the single time he’s managed to win at chess against Ron, or even doing practice duels with Harry down by the lake, and when he’s managed to trip up the other boy and send him sprawling into the water. A retelling of the Twins’ prank war with Daphne Greengrass and Theo Nott, who still let him study with them in the library sometimes despite the color of his scarf. Being paired with Hannah Abbott and Ernie MacMillan in Hufflepuff for Herbology, or with the Ravenclaw Patil, Padma, and the quieter, mousy muggleborn Lisa Turpin who had somehow befriended the more bombastic girl in charms, and finding them all just as easy to talk to as the friendships his father had paid off for him with Vince Crabbe and Greg Goyle.

When he sends a letter home to his mother, at the end of the first year, his hands are shaking so much it scatters the ink. He has most of what he, himself, owns in his trunk. But its still jarring, to have his entire life packed away and his trunk neatly closed, and to look across the room at Harry and Ron both sitting on Ron’s trunk and struggling to get the latch shut, with Ron grimacing that he hopes he doesn’t find anything else he forgot to pack.

Anything that she can send to him, he pleads. Anything that she can get away before father disowns him and burns the rest. There’s no coming back after he’s turned down the Dark Lord.

An owl comes: I have done what I could. I will continue to try to convince your father.

A second owl comes, before the end of the school year: Molly Weasley letting him know that a sizable package of clothing, books, and personal affects has arrived safely at the Burrow, addressed by an elegant, sweeping cursive hand, with a request; that he be kept safe and treated well. It comes with a batch of fudge and a promise to see him on the train platform.

The summer is… strange, for Draco. A quiet enfolding into the family. Arthur Weasley had even mused that he didn’t think they had a platinum blond son before, but really, he has so many sons, he must have missed this one.

Being worked into the chore rotation, being tugged into the kitchen to help Molly, running into Ginny when she’s sneaking back in from using her brothers’ brooms; one by one, things change for him. He startles himself the first time he’s sent laughing hysterically by one of the Twins pranking him.

About halfway through the summer, the twins and Ron sneak out in the middle of the night, and Draco even considers covering for them. He’s not sleeping well, even now, but they’ve never judged him for being out of his room at night to sit on the front porch and look up at the moon. Surely the same thought process applies.

When they get back in the morning, it’s with a much more gaunt and skinny looking Harry. The infamous Molly Weasley ranting only makes Draco wince in sympathy now. He actually rather prefers the loud but obviously worried and affectionate chiding over the chill silence he used to get.

Draco, I think, was already staying in Charlie’s room with him. It started as a joke about how Charlie already loved dragons, and the older boy definitely took the younger under his wing, at least for the summer. Charlie already has plans to move to Romania at the end of the summer to chase his dreams, and the much larger, fire breathing sort of dragons. Molly and Arthur already have plans to redecorate the room for Draco once he does.

(And if you think Charlie wasn’t the one who cornered them and told them to do so, then I’m sorry to say you’re just incorrect.)

Harry will still stay in with Ron, but it’ll be Draco who he finds and sits with on the front stoop in the middle of the night, neither of them saying anything. They both know, in their own ways. Harry was far too skinny, like he hadn’t eaten nearly enough for the few weeks since he was last seen, and the fact that his room was made into a prison was a story told the first day at breakfast. Draco still drifts at the edges of the rest, like he isn’t sure of his place here, and there’s been stories of Arthur and Lucius clashing at work.

And neither of them is sleeping well.

They’re eleven, nearly twelve. They’ve faced down the darkest wizard of their age. And both of them are in a safe place to process trauma for the first time in their lives.

They don’t talk about it, but they sit together under the cold moon, more nights than they sleep, and grieve the lives they could have had. It’s easier, with someone else there. And while Molly never says anything, there’s always hot cocoa on the table when they come back in, chilled to the bone.

The world changes in little and big ways, over time. This is one of the little ones.

But the little things are just as worth celebrating as the big ones.

You know what AU I really like for Harry Potter? Not the Harry-in-Slytherin ones, but the Draco-Malfoy-anywhere-BUT-Slytherin ones.

Like??? Rowling says in the books that the Sorting Hat doesn’t even touch Draco’s head before it’s yelling SLYTHERIN. And she says that it puts you where you’re meant to go, but if you’re absolutely unquestionably against your assigned house it will reconsider. 

I like the scenario where Draco Malfoy, 11 years old, has been taught from as young as he can remember that he will be a Slytherin. I like the scenario where he doesn’t have the capability to be unquestionably against the other houses, he simply does not consider them at all. I like the scenario where he expects the hat to immediately place him in Slytherin, without even touching his head… and then it drops over his eyes, and every expectation he had of this day is shattered.

I like the scenario where, against all odds, Draco Malfoy is a hatstall.

Where the Sorting Hat debates over his placement, does what it was always meant to do, considers him as a child of his own right and not a miniature version of his father, and considers where woud be the best for Draco to grow into himself.

Perhaps he’s placed in Ravenclaw, where his studies can bring him to new understanding of himself. Where he learns to answer riddles with logic and learns that there is worth in things you cannot buy, and greatness in knowledge, rather than bloodlines.

Perhaps he’s placed in Hufflepuff, where his housemates can bring him into the fold and comfort him for the loss of his expectations. Where he can learn the value of hard work and plain stubbornness and the worth of a helping hand out of a difficult position.

Perhaps, against every expectation, the Hat looks into this child’s head and sees not expectations of greatness for himself, but intense fears of failure and a fierce, callous bravery in telling himself those fears are wrong, they have to be wrong. And so, perhaps, sitting there on the stool and fidgiting and suddenly terrified, the Hat sits on his head and tells him that he is far more deserving of the House of the Brave than the House of the Ambitious.

And when the Hat yells GRYFFINDOR, the hall is silent. It’s pulled off of his head and everyone sees nothing but the look of uncomprehending terror on his face.

Harry, a few moments from being sorted himself, sees the would-be bully suddenly terrified of being anything but, and sees the sickened look on Ron’s face, and knows that Ron will be a Gryffindor, and that he and Malfoy will be at each other’s throats in an instant. Harry doesn’t like bullies. Harry doesn’t like fighting. But most of all, Harry doesn’t like people being targeted for something they can’t change.

Draco has just taken a seat at the end of the table, as far away from everyone as he can get, huddled in on himself, when Harry sits down. The Hat drops over his head and is barely there for half a minute before it’s yelling GRYFFINDOR.

He strides right to the end of the table with a purpose, and sits down next to Malfoy. Under his breath, he mutters “You’ll need someone to help you meet the right sorts. I can help you there.” and despite everything, Draco lets out a startled and overwhelmed snort of a laugh.

Ron gets sorted Gryffindor. How could he not? Harry waves him over. Draco shrinks a bit more in his seat. 

One week later he gets a Howler from his father at breakfast, disgracing him. Apparently there’s no easy way to force the school to resort him, so clearly it’s his fault for not being Slytherin enough. Harry flicks a piece of bacon into the moving envelope’s ‘mouth’ and makes it choke. Ron shakes his head in dubious discomfort, but claps him on the shoulder and tells him that his father shouldn’t be yelling at him for being sorted somewhere other than expected.

Fred and George converge on the three of them, and somehow, the children of Arthur Weasley talk to the scion of the house of Malfoy, the son of the only man Arthur could truly be said to hate, and realize they’re all Gryffindors now.

Ron sighs and complains that Draco snores, and he’d been looking forward to sleeping in a room without obnoxious noises at night. Draco snaps back that at least he remembers to pick up his laundry each night, and somehow, in the fashion of children, the family rivalry is dismissed without really being brought up. Draco isn’t quite sure how he got stuck here, but apparently this is happening.

And maybe it’s not as bad as it seems.

[beautifulbuckys]

Can’t Stay Away (Part 5)

PART 4

George Weasley x Reader

Summary: The holiday season brings out the best and worst in everyone. It also causes feelings to surface, much to the Potter siblings surprise. 

Warnings: A tiny bit of swearing, heated arguing, real talk between harry and reader. 

Christmas time was chaotic.

The weeks before Winter Holiday was a mess. Many final exams were floating around, stressing many older students out. One day, when Fred and I were walking to the Quidditch Pitch, we saw Oliver Wood crying and ripping up his potions marks. 

Yet, the holiday cheer seemed to cancel out the school-wide panic attack. The leaf garlands were now replaced with shiny tinsel. The bright colors hilariously contrasted the stone and brick in the Hogwarts castle was constructed with. The holographic green and red popped against the bland backgrounds. Many of the pumpkins used to decorate were turned into pies and other meals for us to enjoy. Now enchanted snowmen took their place. These snowmen were like the castle ghosts, they managed to conjure up their own looks and personalities. A few weeks ago, one tried to flirt with Ginny. 

“Aye, firehead,” A voice boomed behind us. It had this thick New York accent, one I’ve heard in American muggle movies Harry and I had watched. 

Both Ginny and I turn around, looking into the area. It’s abnormal to hear a New York accent in Scotland, sure, but it’s even more abnormal to see nothing around us. There wasn’t anyone in our eye line so we shrugged our shoulders, guessing it was someone messing with us.

“I’m down here,” The voice boomed again. It was one of the snowmen. He was around Ginny’s hip. He wore a tan vest, the buttons almost popping because of the nature of his body. He sported an undershirt too, his thin twig arms showing through the sleeves. The snowman also had a checkered golfers cap on. It sat on his frozen head like it was glued on. Professor McGonagall really outdid herself. “I’m lookin’ to ask you on a date, gorgeous.”

As politely as she could, Ginny denied the request. We continued walking to class, where she giggled as she wrote a letter to Molly updating her on the eventful life she lived. 

My favorite part about the holiday decorations though? The house wreaths. Every year, each house’s student committee put together wreaths representing the respective houses. Professor Flitwick judged this competition previously. Although it’s a newer competition, it gets seriously heated. Last year, the head of the Slytherin house committee and the head of the Ravenclaw committee got into a fist fight during their Alchemy class. It was discussed to disqualify them. However, Flitwick argued for them and said they were just so excited for Christmas that they couldn’t contain themselves. Hufflepuff ended up winning. 

Due to the big blowout last year, the stakes are high. Hufflepuff was hoping to begin a winning streak. Ravenclaw had won about 3 times in a row before Hufflepuff took the crown. So now those houses have an unspoken rivalry. 

“Bloody hell George, did you see those two 7th years in front of us? I thought the Ravenclaw girl was going to slam her plate on the Hufflepuff’s head,” Ron shouted over the loud volume of the dining hall. It was busy here this morning, many students got breakfast as their only meal of the day before studying until the sun was down. 

George nodded, “Christ, it was terrifying. I think she was gripping her plate so hard her knuckles were turning white. All over some stupid wreaths!” He exclaimed as he sat down next to Ginny, across from me. 

I frown, “Hey! I like those wreaths,”

“Of course you do,” George rolled his eyes. Something about the tone of his voice got under my skin. Why on Earth did this boy have such an attitude at 7:30 in the morning? I could talk to Snape and he’d be in a better mood. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

George shrugged. “What it’s supposed to mean is of course someone like you likes some stupid Christmas wreath competition. It’s not that serious. I just find it tomfoolery, and that’s coming from me.”

I can’t help but scoff. Is he serious?

“Someone like me? God, Weasley. You’re such a pretentious ass it’s not even funny,” I slammed the crimson napkin that was positioned on my lap on the table. Shoving myself up from the bench, I stormed out of the Great Hall. I pray no other students heard the argument. Although it was too loud in there, I doubt anyone far away from where we were sitting heard. Unbeknownst to me, Harry got up and followed me into the corridor. 

“Hey,” Harry grabbed my shoulder once we were out of sight. He turned me around to face him. His green eyes looked directly into mine, his jaw was clenched. “What’s going on with you and George? Be honest. One second he’s grabbing you hard enough to give bruises? But then the next you’re both walking together and whispering.”

“Nothing is going on, Harry,”

“Bullshit! I know when something is up. I’m the Prince of something being up. I’m not an idiot. Do you like him?” Harry was speaking lowly, yet urgently. It was just above a whisper, yet his tone was tense and cutthroat. 

“No,” I whisper, staring at the ground. It’s a lovely ground, truly. The wear and tear of the stone shone through, cracks littering the ancient rock.

Harry’s hand returned to his side. “I said be honest,”

Harry reciprocates my sigh, but heavier. “Listen, I don’t care what happens between you two. I do, but I know I can trust you to advocate for yourself with this stuff. I was you to be happy. You’ve stuck by my side our entire childhood. You’ve advocated for me during tough times even if I didn’t know about it. You’ve defended me when times get difficult. I want this for you. You deserve someone else in your corner. If it’s George, I say go for it. I see the way you both look at each other. I know he’s done some messed up stuff but if you hold onto that resentment it’ll only rot the good personality you have.”

“What if I did?” I asked, my eyes finally returning to his. “What if I did, Harry? I don’t know what’s up. That’s honesty, not me dodging the question. One second he’s unbearable to be around and a big wise guy. But when we’re alone, he’s actually not terrible.”

“Alone?”

“Not,” I sigh, “Not like that. Whenever we’re with the group he just like gravitates towards me.” 

I have no words. I just grab Harry and hold him tight. 

No matter the time or the place, we’re at each other's defense. Since we were younger, I’ve been on the clock protecting Harry from all I could. Sure, I’ve failed. A lot. Shit still happens and there is still evil in the world. Yet the sun still rises and classes resume at the pace they always do. We’re all each other has. 

“You’re my favorite brother,” I mutter into Harry’s shoulder. The tears that sat in my eyes began to fall, wetting the charcoal robes he was wearing. 

Harry chuckles, “I’m your only brother.”

As the holiday break inched closer, so did everyone to losing their minds. Many, many students began pulling all-nighters in the library. So much so, in fact, that Dumbledore banned sleeping in the library. In response to the ban, people began just checking out the books and doing it in their common rooms. Even Ron, one of the more laid-back Weasleys, was waking up late due to the fact he studied until the sun rose. Many of the students in my History of Magic class, including George, had bloodshot eyes. 

George was actually slumped over his desk, drooling onto his textbooks when I walked into the Gryffindor common room. Harry had requested a small snack, as he was cooped up in his dormitory studying as well. I had to pull a few stings with a Haywood girl, a family familiar with the Hufflepuff house. Much as the Weasleys were with Gryffindor. All I managed to get him was a banana and some regular crackers, which I suppose was better than nothing. 

Silently, I tip-toed up the steps into the boys' dorms. Technically, I’m not allowed to walk up the steps due to the fact I’m not a boy, Fred and George had actually taught me a way to step without the staircase detecting me. 

I quietly knocked on the door, to which there was no reply. I shrug, deciding to open up anyways. If I see anything I shouldn’t, that’s on me. 

As I open up the door, I see the most adorable sight. Ron and Harry were sprawled out on a bed, books scattered everywhere. Ron had a Potions textbook opened up on his chest, however, he was out cold. Harry laid flat on his stomach. In his hand, he helped a Herbology book above if where his head lay. There were a few scrolls laid out on the floor. Some had writing, others didn’t. I stepped over the academic mess and placed Harry’s snack on his bedside table. 

“Night boys,” I laughed. 

The day exams were over, it was like a breath of fresh air. Many bloodshot eyes and sluggish walks transformed into bright smiles and happy laughs. It hinted that Christmas was near. Christmas used to be my least favorite holiday. Along with Harry. We never got presents. We sat and watched Dudley open all his. When we finally went to the Weasley’s full time, it became one of my favorites. Although the Weasley’s weren’t exactly rich, they tried. Everyone got presents. Nobody was ever left behind. Even if it was just one present. It never went unappreciated by the Weasley’s. Ginny loved making handmade gifts. When she found out about the necklace incident with George, she made me a gorgeous butterfly necklace. Fred and George love gifting their pranks. Ron usually just gifts snacks. Yet, I loved it. Harry loved it. It wasn’t just about the gifts to us. 

It was the family. 

Christmas Eve was charming. Despite the Weasley home always having a charm, tonight was something special.

The entire family sat around the fireplace after dinner. Everyone’s stomachs were full of Christmas ham and mashed potatoes. Ginny tested out a recipe from a Muggle cookbook with the carrots from our garden. The general vibe of the house was high. It was Weasley tradition to pick out 1 gift you made or purchased and gift it to whoever it belongs to. 

“A magician never shares his secret, Gin,” 

Ginny received a silk headband from George. A bright smile struck her face like lightning. She ran over to George and enveloped him in the tightest hug I’d ever seen.

“Thank you thank you thank you! How-how did you afford this? Where is it from? I love it!” Ginny tightened her grip on her brother. A large smile also found its way onto George’s face. Both laughed, Molly aweing at the display of affection in front of her. 

Ron gifted Percy a large bag of only chocolate frogs. Despite Percy’s stuck-up attitude, he loved candy. He accepted the gift with a soft thank you. Although he thought nobody noticed, I watched him quietly dig into the bag and shove the chocolate into his mouth. Arthur got Fred a small, muggle child, chemistry set. It was a gag gift, sure. It didn’t go unappreciated by Fred though.

“Woah! Dad, this is so cool. I’m totally using this in potions to make fun of Snape,” Fred giggled.

Molly smacked Arthur with some tissue paper she had in her hand from the gift she had opened. “Don’t encourage the boys Arthur!”

Fred chuckled, leaning into my ear. “I see some howlers in our future,”

Slowly, the family dwindled down. Ron and Harry ran upstairs to go play with the model Hogwarts Express that Molly had gifted Ron. They didn’t even say good night. Percy hobbled up the stairs not too soon after, mumbling something about a stomach ache. Arthur and Molly decided to use the time to stuff some last-minute gifts underneath the tree before heading off to bed. 

Ginny was laying down on the couch, with her head in my lap. I found my hands playing with her hair. It was soft, and the deepest red out of the family. It was long and incredibly fun to braid. Fred was seated next to me, having a soft conversation with George who was seated in the floor. His back was leaning on the base of the arm of the couch. His red hair was messy, and the dancing flames of the fire pit lit his face gorgeously. 

Ginny looked up at me, “I can’t believe this is your like 5th Christmas with us. You’re so old,” She whined. I pulled a small strand of her hair playfully with a smug smile on my face. 

“I know, I’m basically old enough to be your Grandmother. Your brothers aged me tremendously,” I giggled. The twins heard the comment and voiced their disagreement with a fake offended whine. Ginny laughed, closing her eyes.

Ginny yawned, turning so she was now facing the fireplace, her ear now on my thigh. “Tell me about it!”

As Fred and George spoke, Ginny dozed off into a slumber. The heat of the fire was comforting and warm. Perfect conditions to nap, I can’t blame her. There were a few moments where the girl let out a soft snore. It filled the gaps where Fred and George’s conversation didn’t take up all the silence. 

“G’nite, Potter girl,” Fred whispered, softly nudging my shoulder. “I’m off to bed, want me to carry Ginny up?”

I shook my head, bidding Fred a good night. It left me, a sleeping Ginny, and George remaining. Normally, I’d be uncomfortable. Past me would be. I’d be filled with an angry feeling, always ready to let out a wise quip. However, the uncomfortable feeling I was left with now was one of…butterflies? After Harry and I’s talk, I got to thinking. I realized he was right. I’ve devoted so much of my time to ensuring Harry’s happiness that I was too wrapped up in being miserable. I let one mistake sour what could be a flourishing friendship. Or a possible relationship.

“Happy Christmas, George,” I blurted. The soft crackling of the wood in the fire was enough noise for me. I don’t know why I needed to add more noise. 

He looked up from where he was positioned. He cracked a smile, looking me up and down. “Happy Christmas to you too. Is she awake?” I noticed I was still playing with Ginny’s hair, twisting it in between my fingers.

“No,”

George got up from where he was seated on the floor. As he turned to face me, the kitchen light highlighted the dusted red on his cheeks. The couch was close to the fire. The heat caused some redness, funny. The baby blue pajamas he wore looked too comfy. Like if I wore them I’d die from comfiness or something. 

“Can I be honest?” I ask.

George chuckles nervously, “I’d hope so.”

I nod, “I had this talk with Harry. About resentment and being happy, and…us. I used to hate you. I used to carry this anger whenever I saw you but, now? It’s just, melted away. I want to be happy.”

“I’m sick of pretending to hate you,”

“Pretending?” George asks, furrowing his brows. He takes Fred’s seat next to me, while Ginny continues to sleep.

“Yeah?”

“I want you.”

George stares at me for a second. He must think I’m playing some cruel joke on him. Pranking him like he has to me so many times before. Before I can even think. Before I can convince myself to do otherwise. I grab George’s jaw and pull it towards me, locking our lips. His lips were cracked, but somehow felt so right against mine. Time could’ve stopped and it wound’t have mattered. Whatever was going on, and wherever this goes; I don’t care. This is the only feeling I want for the rest of time.

It wasn’t a long kiss. But it communicated just how I felt to George.

“I want this too,”

If I had paid any attention to the stairs to my right, I would’ve seen two shadows casting down the stairway. 

“Tis the season?” Harry held out his fist.

Fred smiled. “Tis the season,” He bumped Harry’s fist, and the pair quickly returned their room so they weren’t caught. Not that they had anything to worry about.

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Takes one to know one: Charlie Weasley x y/n

Summary: when Molly plans to surprise Charlie in Romania a couple of weeks before the holidays she overhears a conversation that didn't involve her. Charlie meets a woman who couldn't care about anything but dragons even when her own health is a steak.

11 hours earlier Charlie POV:

I feel the grin pull at my lip as I smell the bitter scent of coffee wafting through my reserve assigned apartment knowing my roommate must have beat me at waking up. Walking out of my room I round the corner to find y/n in a pair of fuzzy pajama pants and a tank top as she makes two cups of coffee I pull out a pan to make some eggs

"I'm not eating those" I grin wider at her explanation

"Common they're good for you love" I slightly tickle her side as she scoots away.

"I don't like eggs how about bacon instead" she bargains as I laugh giving in.

Right now other dragon tamers from our team are rushing to get ready and to the Reserve on time this is one of the upsides to not getting my own apartment not only am I the first to respond to my dragons but I can take time to make a real breakfast. Oh, also the fact my best friend sees it the same way.

I wasn't fortunate enough to find my best friend at Hogwarts like many others I was always the kid with his nose stuck in a book about dragons or sticking to my brother Bill as he didn't mind listening to me go on about dragons or at least he never let on to it. It's humorous now to know if I had just let my eyes travel to the Hufflepuff table I would have discovered my counterpart aside from she had no older siblings to chat to. No, I met my best friend at the reserve as her love for dragons was more than anything else.

Y/n was the first person that gave me a glimpse of what others saw when they looked at me, most of it didn't make a difference to me except the fact that she always put the dragons before her own health.

As we dance around each other getting breakfast together and getting dressed we fall into the conversation we have most days one way or another as she asks me to untwist her bra

"Ya know if you let you're body fully dry it wouldn't twist so bad" I chuckle at her rolled eyes

Laying my hand on her waist just above her jeans I whispered "ya know if my mother saw our daily routine she would be demanding grandbabies"

To which she laughs "oh but she does have grandbabies our beautiful dragons" with that she pecks my cheek and dashes out the door.

Untraditional for a friendship? Yes. But I'm unsure if you could call us 'just friends' we share the same interests, dreams, my patronus is even her animangus form, and to put it in a way I'm delighted to know exactly the sounds she makes in the bedroom.

However, we also share the issues in that love area, we know we love each other we just haven't taken the step towards labeling what we have. The way we figure this is the closest either of us is going to get to finding a spouse, and that's ok for us but I don't think my family will get it.

2 hours earlier y/n pov:

Finally, break time as I sit down beside Charlie and the rest of our team I steal a bite from his sandwich as conversation picks up to my dred a team member speaks up "what's everyone plan for Christmas?"

Charlie of course grins "mom has demanded me home for a home-cooked meal afraid I have forgotten to cook for myself" gaining a chuckle from the table.

"Wife and kids at home", " gotta date with my girl", "going home to family"

By this point, I realize I'm the only one staying at the reserve it's not a bad thing I love dragons but it doesn't change the fact little has changed since Hogwarts, my parents are muggles and never let me live down I wasn't like them, during school I stayed at school and now I stay at work. Not that people haven't offered to bring me home I just don't wanna put an extra mouth to feed.

Eventually, I see everybody is looking at me as Charlie repeats "what are your plans" ?

I lower my head preparing myself for our upcoming talk "well I'm making sure our dragons have a wonderful holiday"

"Wha-" Charlie is cut off as another dragon gets away from its handlers making the table clear quickly.

As I watch the dragon head into danger I lock eyes with Charlie as I become my animangus form. In a flash, my purple dragon form races towards danger successfully sending the real dragon back to safety not aware of Charlie's yelling at me to move. Unfortunately, I feel my form turn back human mid-air after getting stricken by the dragon's tail. As I land hard in Charlie's arms I peek up at him through my eyelashes and though I feel light-headed I can't resist the following words "is the dragon ok?".

I can tell from the look in his eyes I have obtained myself a lecture as he smirks slightly at my question "the dragon's comfortable, now rest your head love I'll bring you home".

Mean while at the burrow:

Molly races through the house kissing each child's forehead on her way out the door she decided that with Bill and Aruthor both being home she will surprise Charlie as an early Christmas gift. Hesitating at the door she contemplated sending an owl to notify him of her coming but ultimately decides against it with a "what's to alert him about his dragons won't mind me stopping by".

1 hour prior Charlie pov:

I sit next to my bed where I deposited Y/n till she awakens. I examine her ribs no doubt that there will be a bruise where the dragon hit her.

Placing an ice pack on her ribs I smile as she flinches a bit "ah that's cold Char!"

With a chuckle, I kiss her hairline "I know love, and I'm sorry but the ice may save some of the skin from bruising".

I turn to grab my quill and parchment "I'm gonna let mum know I'm bringing compa-" I freeze hearing the sharp intake of breath from behind me "I swear to Merlin if you are even thinking about getting out of that bed".

As I turn around I watch as y/n smiles innocently stepping towards me placing her hands on my crossed arms "Char I just wanna go see to make sure the drago-".

Sighing I pull her closer to me as I cup her jaw making her look at me "y/n she is fine not even a scratch".

She groans "I'm going to check then come right back"

Remember when I said she's the closest to a wife I had well let me tell you if only I was prepared to hear my mum's words come out of my mouth at this vary second I would have reconsidered the volume of my voice as I snapped "if you would stop placing yourself in danger you could be with her from the second she came back down!"

As I look in her eyes I see the telltale shine of tears, and soon after the wobble of her lip as she grabs my shirt and rushes out the door before I can catch her.

I hear a frustrated growl erupt from my chest as I fear my world just ran away.

Molly pov:

Delighted to be closer to my son I approach one of the tamer's from Charlie's photos "excuse me could you tell me where Charlie Weasley is?"

The man smiled politely giving me directions ending with a "just be cautious of trouble in paradise, y/n got hurt again".

Slightly stunned by hearing 'trouble in paradise describing Charlie I follow the directions given to me. As I neared the cottage I'm caught off guard by the door being thrust open as a woman marched out with tears flowing. I step in the door before it closed immediately recognizing Charlie's growl but decided to hide in a hallway as the same woman re-entered the door more calmly.

Charlie pov:

I feel y/n's presence without her saying a word turning around I see her sad eyes as I pull her to my chest relieved when she burrowed her face in as her arms wrapped around me.

After a moment of holding one another, I lean down brushing my lips to her forehead and whispering "I am so sorry I yelled, you just scare me sometimes when you put your health to the side. I know you love dragons and I do too but you need to understand I Love You and I can not deal with losing you. I can't watch you walk out that door and not know if you are coming back. I understand that these dragons are like your children and you know they are mine too but I'm not your family I'm not gonna turn my back on you because of your job, or life but please remember I love you and every time you do stuff like that it scares the shit out of me"

I don't notice the tear that slipped from my eye until y/n reached up to wipe it away "Charlie I'm afraid you may never get rid of me again because I love you too so so much. I can't promise it will be an instant change but I will do better at caring for myself as much as I do our dragons"

I smile softly basking her words till they click in as I pull back to look in her eyes "did you say you love me too?"

She chuckles and taps my arm "of course I do! But I think you could do better then m-"

I lean in cutting her off with a kiss she immediately kissed back as I wrap my arms around her waist pulling her closer. As the sparks flew through me everywhere our body touched I knew I was right where I was supposed to be and with the only woman who could ever complete me.

Regretfully we pulled back as I leaned my head against hers "that was-"

"Amazing" she finishes

I peck her lips again "don't get me wrong I was raised correctly and I love you have your own opinion but just this once I don't care that you think I can do better because I can't. You do realize you can't stay here for Christmas right"

Y/n looks up at me "why?"

I grin widely "because my family will think I made you up or that I just had an amazing kiss wi/h a dragon" gaining myself a giggle as we hear I loud gasp and click of a camera.

Quickly turning we get a glimpse of Molly Weasley disappearing with a happy grin. "Too late now love now ya gotta come home with me" I announced as I pulled her to the couch with me.

Let me know what you think it's the first anything I have done for Charlie I know it's not amazing but for my first, I'm pretty satisfied. Hope you like it!

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Her Façade - F.W

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Fred Weasley x Fem Hufflepuff Reader

Prompt 23: “your brother fancies me” you teased him, smirking. 

Requested/About: The reader hides behind a façade that everyone believes so easily but Fred. The two of them hook up occasionally but every time it happens, Fred swears he’ll never do it again. Ron is crushing on the reader and Fred dares him to make a move, which he does and succeeds. Fred thinks he can handle things until Ron invites the reader to the burrow for the summer, pushing Fred to his limits. 

Warnings: Jealous Fred, unprotected sex, breeding kink, mention of choking, swearing, mention of Dom/Sub.

Walking out of the great hall, Fred’s eyes burned into you from head to toe, watching you laughing at some lads terrible jokes. He couldn’t stand it, the innocent act you put on like a regular part of your clothing - because you weren’t innocent, you weren’t the ‘submissive little angel’ the Hufflepuff team gloated about and Fred knew it. 

You would bat your eyes, smile slightly, laugh lightly and sway. When having sex, you would obey your partner, lay on your back and act the part of the façade you picked out for yourself  - but when it came to Fred, you did nothing of the sort. You didn’t obey him, he obeyed you, you didn’t bat your eyes, you didn’t sway - you would mount him whilst he lay down, choking him whilst you fucked him.

Fred loved spending time with you, he loved the sex, he loved anything if you were in the picture - but after each hook up, Fred left feeling guilty, swearing to himself that would be the last time the two of you merge as one - and you noticed, and truth be told, you were hurt. 

“Hey Freddie” you chirped, snatching your attention from the Ravenclaw student.

Fred turned to face you, his hands stuffed in his pockets, the conversations between other students breaking through his head and drowning out his thoughts.  

“Alright Y/N?” he replied coolly.

Shaking your head you crossed your arms “not really” you replied “why have you been avoiding me since last week? was the sex too much for you-”

Fred tried to shush you, not wanting everyone around him to hear how you dominated him “no, I’ve just been busy” he lied “the usual, joke shop ideas and stuff, look - I’ve got to go.”

Pushing past you, Fred blended into the crowd of students before you had a chance to stop him, your heart pained for a moment but you didn’t ponder on it, Fred always came back to you, you didn’t even need to ask.

Fred would rather avoid you and you hate him than you knowing the real reason why he couldn’t bare to be around you. He shook his head, trying to rid the memories of you and him -  blaming himself for the reason you changed, for your true innocence to now be nothing but fake. 

Before you met Fred, you were innocent, you were a virgin, you knew nothing about asphyxiation, edging, squirting - and he changed all of that for you.

 Instead of showing up for Quidditch practice one afternoon, you laid in Fred’s bed, staring up at him, moaning out in pleasure and holding onto him tightly whilst he took your virginity. 

“You feel amazing Freddie” you moaned out, gripping onto him tighter.

Fred grunted and continued to penetrate you “I’m not hurting you am I?”

“Not at all”

One game absence multiplied and before you knew it hooking up with the more outgoing twin became a regular thing and because you weren’t dating - the two of you also saw other people which allowed you to remain your old self with them but become someone else entirely with Fred.

Riding him, your hand fastened around Fred’s neck whilst you moved your hips in circular motions.

“you look so hot with my hand around your throat” you moaned out.

“What's up Freddie?” George asked, seeing his distressed twin barge into the common room. 

Fred shrugged and sat next to George and his younger brother Ron, “just tired” he replied. 

“Well you’ll be glad to know, Ron is finally brave enough to tell us who he’s been fancying for the past year” George smirked.

Ron rolled his eyes and nudged his brother in the arm “shut up” 

12 months ago Ron noticed you, your gorgeous face, your stunning body, the way you laughed, smiled and the tone of your voice sounded when you got excited - the way you looked in your house colours making his heart skip beats. He constantly spoke about you to his older brothers, the two of them mocking him but ever so eager to put a face with the mystery girl. 

“go on then” Fred encouraged Ron “who is it?”

“Y/N Y/L/N” he muttered.

George raised his eyebrows and let out a whistle but his twin felt his heart split in two, he felt enraged knowing his little brother had fallen for your façade - not even close to knowing the real you. 

“I heard she’s a bloody good sub”

Fred couldn’t take it anymore, hoe everyone talked about you, the image of you laying with other people splashing in front of him, knowing how everyone wanted you and there was nothing he could do to stop it because you weren't his. 

“Just go talk to her!” Fred burst out “shoot your shot, make your move” 

Ron and George gave each other a strange look, both of them unsure as to why Fred sounded and looked so angry but Ron followed his brothers advice, and by the end of the school year, Fred couldn’t wait to be back at home, as far away from you as he could be - you and Ron flirting made him sick to his stomach.

“your hair looks so good when it’s long” you blushed, pushing Ron’s hair out of his face. 

Ron smiled “well, you look so good all together”

Fred in the distance watched, grumbling to himself knowing it wasn’t right for him to say a word - he felt relieved knowing that over the summer he wouldn’t have to see or hear anymore of you and Ron together.

“just tell her how you feel, Freddie.” George encouraged his brother, sitting on his bed. 

Fred sighed “there's no point, she prefers Ron anyway”

“don’t be bloody stupid, she’ll realise how much of a plonker he is.”

“I just don’t want to make things worse”

The first week back at the burrow felt like absolute bliss for Fred up until he heard your voice ringing through the kitchen, he paused and held his breath, looking at his brother George.

“is that Y/N?” George beamed, hopping off his bed to his feet, leaving the room and running down the stairs.

Fred took a deep breath and pursed his lips, also getting to his feet and leaving the bedroom, he walked down the many flights of stairs and down to the kitchen. 

“It’s so lovely to meet you.” you smiled at Molly, accepting a warm and loving hug from her. 

“You’re welcome to stay as long as you like dear, Ron has told us so much about you” 

Ron smiled and offered to give you a tour of the house and show you to his bedroom, Fred stared at you, his heart pining for you and aching in desperation to break free and hold you but the more he stared, the more infuriated he grew over his little brother having you.

You stay at the burrow went fast, in fact they had been the fastest three weeks of your life. You loved the atmosphere of the house, helping Molly cook, getting to know Arthur and his obsession with muggles, getting to know all of the family was an honour; you felt quite sad knowing that tomorrow you were going back home.

As much as you liked Ron, you couldn’t help but notice the lack of chemistry, he made you laugh, he made you blush and had lots to keep you engaged in conversation - but he didn’t really know you, like everyone else but Fred, you felt like you couldn’t be your true self around him. 

Over the dinner table you kept flashing looks at Fred, smirking at him, winking, running your foot against his leg under the table - anything to get his attention you had been deprived of for over a month now. 

Fred shuffled in his chair, clearing his throat and trying to contain himself, flashing looks of annoyance over at you, earning a grin from George who knew how much the tension had grown between you, how much it had been rising to the surface.

Sitting outside next to Ron in the garden in front of the outdoor fire, you sipped on Molly’s delicious hot chocolate which engulfed your insides in warmth, the sugar rushing to your head. Fred watched and chewed on his bottom lip in frustration at the sight of Ron making you laugh, he balled his hands into fists. 

“I think I’m going to call it a night” you beamed “got a busy day tomorrow”

Everyone waved and said goodnight, Fred stood up and said he needed to get his scarf as it was getting quite cold. 

Walking up the stairs, Fred followed you as silently as he could, walking into Ron’s room you picked up your belongings and turned around to shove them into your bag, bumping into Fred. 

“Do you mind?!” you hissed, clutching your chest.

Fred stared at you and scoffed “I could ask you the same thing”

Pushing past him, you stuffed your belongings in your bag “you’ve been acting as if I don’t exist Fred” 

“because you’re a liar, all you do is trick people, acting like you’re innocent when you’re not - you’ve roped my little brother into it!” Fred sounded more furious than ever.

Sighing, you zipped your bag shut and faced the lad your heart ached for “I don’t lie or trick people, I just don’t share every part of me with them.” You defended yourself “why do you care Freddie? why now?” 

“You wouldn’t understand” Fred started to pace around his brothers room, his hands stuck to his forehead. 

“your brother fancies me” you teased him, smirking.

Fred lost it, the desperation and hunger gleamed in his eyes, storming over to you, he pushed you against the wall and smashed his lips against yours. His tongue dragged across your bottom lip and you opened up your mouth, his tongue dancing with yours, his silky saliva pooling into your mouth. 

Letting out a moan, Fred’s hands went underneath your top, his long fingers fumbling with your bra strap and undoing it whilst your hands worked on getting him out of his trousers. 

Melting into his touch, you could feel yourself getting wet through your knickers and noticed Fred’s hard on poking through his trousers.

Pulling away from the kiss and pulling your shirt off, the two of you undressing one another, Fred lead you over to his little brothers bed, his hands gripping you by the hair. 

“do you want to know why I care?” he growled, bending you over the bed. 

You could feel yourself getting wet, the excitement fluttering in your tummy “yes Freddie, tell me.”

Fred kicked your legs apart, his free hand applying lube to his hard length and your desperate entrance he missed so much.

“I care because I’m in love with you” he finally confessed, lining his hard cock against your entrance “it infuriates me knowing that you pretend to be something you’re not to please other people you fuck, hearing them gloat about it riles me up, you’re fucking mine.” 

Fred slammed himself inside you without warning, causing you to yelp out in both pleasure and surprise, you missed the feeling of him inside of you, the way he filled you all the way, never making you feel empty.

“then make me yours Freddie, because I’m in love with you too”

Fred felt his heart skip a beat, all he ever wanted was now underneath him, telling him something he thought he wouldn’t ever hear. 

Continuing to slam inside of you, your juices coated his cock and his grip on your hair tightened. 

“I’ll make you mine” he growled lowly “cum deep inside of you and get you pregnant”

You moaned out, pushing yourself back against him so he could get deeper inside of you, your moans muffled against the bedsheets “I want to feel you shoot your load inside of me so bad.”

Fred started to pick up the pace, fucking you faster, his cock now shiny from your juices, the sound of him slapping against you filling the room.

“I will Y/N, everyone will know and you won’t be able to hide it.”

You moaned out even more, gripping onto the bed, your cunt wet and your walls tightening around his glossy hard cock.

“No one else will be able to go near you” Fred grunted “fuck... I’ll have you right where I want you”

As your walls continued to tighten around Fred’s length, his cock couldn’t stop twitching inside of you - the two of you getting closer and closer, being this close after so long apart, it finally filled the holes in your hearts.

“Freddie, I’m cumming!”

Fred smirked and pounded you faster “come for me Y/N, get yourself ready for my seed.”

The tension in your stomach built up and finally burst, your cum seeping out all over his cock, Fred watched and pushed himself deeper inside of you, releasing his seed.

Fred waited for a moment, the two of you cooking down and letting his load embed inside you to avoid any spillage.

Pulling out, you instantly felt empty and already missed him being inside you, Fred laid on the bed and pulled you into his arms, placing a loving kiss on your forehead.

“I meant everything, well, the I love you part.” He said softly, stroking your hair.

“Me too, Freddie. I want to be with you.”

Fred smiled and placed his hand against your cheek “me too.”

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𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖓𝖊     .     initial     .

full     name:     bristol     bellamy     decker     . nicknames,     aliases:    

bez     .

bellz     .     (          by     family      .          )

bristol     blackwell     .     (          during     her     first     marriage     .          )

bristol     griffin     .     (          married     name     .         )     

age:     twenty     -     five     . date     of     birth:     july     thirteenth     . place     of     birth:     gold     coast     ,     brisbane     ,     australia     . nationality:     austalian     . ethnicity:     white     (          brazilian     ,     english     ,     irish     ,     german          )     . languages     spoken:     english     ,     portuguese     (          spoken     mostly     with     maternal     side     of     the     family          )     .

zodiac     sign:     cancer     . hogwarts     house:     hufflepuff     . myers     -    briggs:     esfj     -     t     .

occupation:     model     and     singer     -     songwriter     . career     claims:     hailey     bieber     (          modeling          )     ,     tate     mcrae     and     bea     miller     (          singing          )     .

(          you     can     find     her     discography     here     .          )

height:     five     foot     seven     . weight:     117     lbs     . tattoos,     piercings:     same     as     faceclaim     .

father:     scott     decker     (          fifty     -     five          )     ,     an     austalian     born     real     estate     broker     .     relationship     :     bristol     has     very     much     so     always     been     a     daddy’s     girl     .     he     is     the     first     man     to     ever     show     her     how     she     deserves     to     be     loved     and     her     biggest     role     model     in     life     .   mother:     gisele     decker     nee     valle     (          fifty     -     two          )     ,     a     brazlian     born     former     olympian     volleyball     player     and     volleyball     coach     .    relationship     :    she     and     her     mom     are     incredibly     similar     and     because     of     this     they     have     always     butt     heads     but     on     the     flip     side     there     is     no     one’s     opinion     that     bristol     trusts     more     and     no     matter     the     circumstances     they     speak     everyday     . sibling:     jamie     decker     (          twenty     -     eight          )     ,     an     australian     born     computer     engineer     .     relationship     :     a     true     older     brother     ,     he’s     been     her     biggest     protector     her     entire     life     and     she’s     protected     him     just     the     same     .    pets:     kip     (          maltese     yorkie     ,     eight     years     old          )     ,     molly     (          tabby     cat     ,     five     years     old          )

gender:     cis     female     . pronouns:     she     /     her     . orientation:     heterosexual     . status:     married     . past     relationships:

jackson     blackwell     .     (          d.     2016     -     2020     ,     m.     2020     -     2022          ) 

angel     griffin     .     (         d.     2022     -     2023     ,     m.     2023     -     present          )

𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖜𝖔     .     background     . 

tldr     :     tba     .

scott   decker   went   on   his   annual   europe   trip   in   1992   ,   barcelona   was   the   destination   this   time   around   ,   sure   that   it   would   be   the   same   trip   as   always   .   while   gisele   valle   was   in   barcelona   for   the   first   time   in   her   life   for   that   years   summer   olympics   ,   bright   eyed   and   excited   at   a   second   shot   at   gold   .   spoiler   alert   she   didn’t   walk   away   with   a   medal   ,   instead   something   much   more   life   changing   a   plane   ticket   to   australia   .   after   meeting   in   a   cafe   in   the   beautiful   city   they   fell   into   a   whirlwind   relationship   that   thirty   years   later   has   still   yet   to   fizzle   out   .   only   two   years   in   and   gisele   found   herself   living   in   a   new   country   with   a   ring   on   her   finger   and   a   bun   in   the   oven   .   it   was   something   out   of   a   fairytale   and   some   days   she   even   found   herself   waiting   for   the   shoe   to   drop   but   it   never   did   ,   they   were   blissfully   in   love   . 

it   was   four   happy   years   ,   the   decker’s   were   sure   there   was   nothing   that   could   bring   them   more   happiness   .   then   their   first   daughter   was   conceived    .   a   level   up   they   didn’t   know   was   possible   .   from   the   first   day   she   entered   the   world   she   was   full   of   light   .   the   quiet   days   of   the   decker   household   were   long   gone   from   the   day   bristol   was   brought   home   from   the   hospital   .   a   baby   who   only   had   two   modes   :   crying   or   giggling   .   there   was   no   grey   area   .   it   was   a   true   foreshadowing   of   who   she   would   become   later   on  .   in   her   eyes   things   were   either   black   or   white   ,   right   or   wrong   ,   she   either   loved   something   or   hated   it   and   her   mind   simply   could   not   grasp   the   idea   of   a   middle   ground   .   it   made   daily   dealings   with   her   rather   hard   as   she   took   everything   incredibly   literal   .   it   seeped   into   every   part   of   her   life   .   soccer   coaches   had   to   deal   with   her   crying   and   running   of   the   practice   field   because   in   her   mind   if   she   wasn’t   great   at   a   skill   she   must   have   been   terrible   at   it   ,   her   mother   had   to   reword   the   way   she   spoke   of   her   outfits   because   if   something   was   ‘   okay   ‘   it   couldn’t   possibly   look   cute   and   therefore   it   was   ugly   .   it   wasn’t   all   tantrums   though   and   when   she   looks   back   at   her   childhood   ,   if   she’s   entirely   honest   ,   it   was   wonderful   .   a   blur   of   picnics   on   the   beach   across   from   the   three   people   in   the   world   who   loved   her   the   most   ,   doe   eyes   nearly   on   the   verge   of   tears   as   she   holds   her   sides   fits   of   laughter   filling   the   walls   of   a   beautifully   decorated   home   ,   friends   galore   approaching   her   as   she   walks   through   the   halls   at   school   .   life   was   good   and   bristol   was   sure   it   could   only   get   better   .

in   a   matter   of  time  ,  it  did   .   much   like   her   parents   eighteen   years   before   ,   a   life   changing   interaction   took   place   in   barcelona   when   the   four   of   them   were   walking   from   their   hotel   to   a   restaurant   for   lunch   .   it   was   only   their   second   day   on   vacation   ,   what   was   supposed   to   be   just   another   day   in   a   new   country   turned   into   the   foursome   being   approached   by   a   talent   recruiter   .   she   left   her   business   card   with   her   parents   and   they   continued   on   with  their   week   away   from   home   .   the   entire   trip   bristol   couldn’t   get   her   mind   off   of   the   women   who’d   approached   them   on   the   street   though   ,   just   a   few   hours   before   they   were   set   to   board   the   plane   home   the   call   was   made   .   a   meeting   was   set   for   the   next   day   and   so   bristol   and   her   mother   stayed   back   in   barcelona   while   her   brother   and   father   headed   back   home   to   australia   .   

everything   seemingly   went   so   quick   for   a   fourteen   year   old   .   before   she   knew   it   she   was   signed   to   elite   models   and   from   that   point   on   life   turned   from   a   regular   school   girl’s   to   one   filled   with   endless   garments   being   tossed   her   way   ,   connecting   with   the   most   beautiful   people   in   the   world   ,   bones   filled   with   adrenaline   moments   before   walking   onto   a   catwalk   ,   and   her   face   on   magazines   in   every   corner   of   the   world   .   it   was   only   a   matter   of   time   before   talks   of   the   big   move   started   to   circulate   the   decker   household   .   to   bristol’s   dismay   her   parents   were   too   tied   to   australia   to   ever   put   genuine   thought   into   moving   out   of   the   country   .   to   her   benefit   ,   though   ,   she   had   two   parents   who   had   a   world   of   belief   in   her   and   all   the   confidence   in   themselves   that   they’d   raised   a   daughter   who   could   make   decent   enough   choices   .   at   seventeen   they   allowed   for   her   to   move   across   the   world   to   new   york   city   alone   .

a   fish   entirely   out   of   water   .   for   the   first   time   in   her   life   she   had   a   space   all   of   her   own   and   a   day   to   day   routine   that   was   entirely   up   to   her   .   it   was   a   freedom   she   never   knew   she   craved   and   truth   be   told   she   was   thriving   in   her   new   environment   .   surrounded   by   creatives   in   the   city   it   wasn’t   long   before   one   of   her   friends   noticed   she   wasn’t   just   a   pretty   face   who   knew   how   to   walk   ,   she   had   a   beautiful   voice   that   could   grab   the   attention   of   just   about   anyone   if   she   would   just   let   them   hear   it   .    it   took   nearly   a   year   before   she   listened   to   their   advice   and   met   up   with   a   producer   her   friend   knew   .   it   became   a   blueprint   in   her   life   ,   yet   another   life   changing   situation   whirlwinds   into   something   wonderful   .   in   just   a   few   months   she   found   herself   sitting   on   her   first   ep   .   petrified   to   put   it   out   ,   it   was   one   thing   to   put   her   face   out   into   the   world   but   her   voice   and   private   thoughts   to   be   on   display   for   anyone   who   clicks   to   hear   was   territory   she   wasn’t   sure   she   was   ready   to   dive   into   .   it   took   another   push   from   her   friends   ,   but   it   turned   out   to   be   a   great   decision   when   listens   started   to   sky   rocket   .   record   labels   started   contacting   her   manager   ,   talks   of   a   debut   studio   album   getting   thrown   at   her   from   seemingly   every   direction   .   it   was   overwhelming   for   an   eighteen   year   old   bristol   ,   but   she   welcomed   it   nevertheless   .   within   four   months   time   she   was   starting   work   on   her   first   studio   album   .   she   had   a   full   plate   in   front   of   her   at   just   eighteen   but   she   also   understood   how   privileged   and   lucky   she   was   to   be   where   she   was   at   such   a   young   age   . 

just   a   year   later   she   was   set   to   go   on   her   first   tour   .   it   was   during   her   press   tour   that   she   faced   yet   another   life   changing   interaction   .   she   met   the   man   she   would   one   day   call    her   husband   (     little   did   she   know   she’d   also   one   day   call   him   her   ex   -   husband     )   .   the   tabloids   went   into   a   tailspin   when   they   first   spotted   the   two   together  ,   a   twenty   one   year   age   gap   was   alot   ,   especially   at   her   age   but   she   simply   didn’t   care   .   call   her   what   you’d   like   (   young   and   dumb   )   but   she   was   in   love   .   after   her   tour   came   to   a   close   ,   she   made   the   move   from   new   york   to   california   ,   she   dressed   it   up   as   being   for   her   career   but   in   truth   the   real   reason   laid   in   bed   with   her   each   night   .   once   again   she   could   confidently   say   life   was   good   .   often   giggling   with   friends   and   family   about   how   her   life   was   seemingly   too   good   to   be   true   .    everyone    waited   for   the   moment   the   shoe   dropped   ,   life   simply   can’t   be   that   easy   for   anyone   .   instead   she   walked   out   into   public   with   a   twinkling   rock   on   her   finger   and   an   even   brighter   smile   to   go   with   it   .   fans   and   critics   alike   were   left   in   confusion   but   as   time   went   on   and   the   couple   seemed   so   happy   everyone   assumed   this   was   just   another   win   in   bristol’s   book   of   life   .

two   years   passed   and   she   was   in   blissful   ignorance   ,   her   career   in   modeling   and   music   were   both   thriving   seemingly   more   than   ever   ,   her   marriage   was   strong   and   the   people   she   had   in   her   life   loved   her   .   what   more   could   she   ask   for   ?   then   the   moment   the   world   had   been   waiting   for   since   the   moment   she   dropped   onto   the   scene   came   ,   the   shoe   finally   dropped   .   her   life   had   crumbled   right   before   her   eyes   when   she   walked   in   on   her   husband   cheating   on   her   .   bristol   had   never   been   one   to   sugar   coat   anything   (     remember   life   is   black   or   white   in   her   eyes     )   ,   if   he   cheated   on   her   he   had   likely   done   it   before   and   more   importantly   he   couldn’t   possibly   love   her   and   therefore   she   had   no   place   in   this   marriage   .   the   tears   came   ,   followed   by   screaming   ,   then   threats   of   ruining   him   liked   he’d   ruined   her   but   a   piece   of   paper   (     an   nda     )    put   a   quick   halt   on   the   latter   .   her   heart   was   broken   and   she   couldn’t   so   much   as   even   shed   light   on   why   .

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pending     .

𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖗     .     wanted     connections     .

these     are     just     some     ideas     i     had     i’m     open     to     anything     else     you     may     be     looking     for     or     feel     she’d     fit     for     your     muse     !

current     fling     :     the     best     way     to     get     over     some     is     to     get     under     someone     else     .     i’d     love     a     guy     she     started     seeing     secretly     once     her     divorce     started     .     maybe     they     were     close     friends     before     (     bestie     waiting     in     the     wings     kind     of     vibe     )     ,     maybe     they     just     recently     got     close     now     ,     or     maybe     they     there’s     really     not     even     much     of     a     friendship     there     and     they’re     just     hooking     up     right     up     .

girl     squad     :     every     girl     needs     those     girls     she     always     has     by     her     side     i     can     imagine     they’ve     been     friends     for     as     long     as     they’ve     been     in     the     industry     and     know     everything     there     is     to     know     about     one     another     .     a     friend     group     of     3     -     4     girls     filled     with     bottomless     brunches     ,     movie     nights     ,     girls     trips     ,     and     hilarious     group     chat     messages     .   taken  by  :   

first     love     :     they     met     when     she     was     just     a     teenager     coming     into     the     industry     .     it     started     off     just     as     a     friendship     and     inevitably     turned     in     by     all     regards     a     beautiful     relationship      .     he     was     the     first     guy     outside     of     her     family     that     she     trusted      wholeheartedly     ,     even     to     this     day     they’re     still     close     and     have     immense     love     and      trust     for     one     another     .     i     feel     like     things     ended     on     a     good     note     ,     more     of     a     mutual     break      up     /     they     just     amicably     drifted     apart     whether     it     be     distance     or     just     focusing     on     their     respective     careers     .   taken  by  :  

more      coming     soon    .

[einsteinsugly]

The Forman Family: The Gryffindor Gang

Mottos (there are two):

"Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country." -John F Kennedy, 1961

The definition of "what you can do for your country" varies between Red and Eric and Donna. With Kitty stuck in the middle.

"Courage, dear heart." -C.S. Lewis

Current/Former Members: Most Formans since the beginning of time, sans Martin "Marty" Forman (Hufflepuff) and Laurie Forman (Slytherin).

Reginald "Red" Forman: The pinnacle ex-Gryffindor. War hero, retired mechanic.

Katherine "Kitty" Forman (nee Sigurdson): With obvious shades of Hufflepuff. The Molly Weasley type, the mother hen, and a retired nurse. Protecting her babies, her children and her grandchildren, and tending to their wounds.

Eric Forman: With obvious shades of Hufflepuff. A history teacher, with a big heart and a lot of nerve. Putting himself out there, way out there, to help others.

And back in the day, Eric crossed his fingers, and hoped he'd be put in Gryffindor like his predecessors, not into Hufflepuff like Marty. The sorting hat relented. Without his courage to stand up for others, he can only help so much, he later posits.

Donna Pinciotti-Forman (nee Pinciotti): With shades of Ravenclaw. She didn't take anyone's shit then, and she sure as hell doesn't now. As a progressive co-editor of the Chicago Sun-Times, she butts heads on a daily basis.

Adrian Forman (Laurie's son): Honorable, avid Quidditch player. Or in the real world, an honorable, avid soccer player. Or football, as everyone else in the world calls it.

Katherine "Kate" Forman (Eric and Donna's daughter): Head girl/class president, duh. Plus, the Hermione of her generation.

Leah Forman (Eric and Donna's daughter): Is brave and occasionally reckless, and is busy...collaborating...with a Slytherin.

Leah (wrapping her arm around James, with a dirty smirk): I let you slither in.

James (with a familiar, dirty smirk): Hey, you open the door.

Leah: And you love me.

James (blushing, kissing her): Yeah.

Eric and Donna hear them, from the kitchen...

Eric (horrified): My ears are bleeding!

Leah: At least you're not blind!

Donna (particularly disgusted): Leah, what the hell?

Leah: It could always be worse!

[lucky-katebishop]

What I Read in September 2021

It's been a stagnant month, but I did find a couple favorites :) as usual, composed of mainly Harry Potter fics but there's a spare Modern Family fic in there and a couple crossovers. I think I read about 27-28 fics :)

Harry Potter

Family Relations by OxfordOctopus

Plot: In which Harry realizes that not even he's exempt from how interconnected magical families are.

Characters: Harry, Pavarti, Hermione, Ron

Relationships: Hermione & Harry & Ron

Warnings: implied/referenced child abuse

Tags: Desi Potter Family; Desi Harry; Hogwarts third year; red-haired Harry Potter

*complete*

Talking to Thestrals by OxfordOctopus

Plot: In a world where Voldemort well and truly died in ‘81, where there are no Horcruxes, where Harry is sequestered off by a man in a flying motorcycle when he's six, and where the only legacy the most feared Dark Lord left behind was his politics and a heavily scarred child, nobody quite realizes that Harry isn’t okay. Nobody but the leathery creatures at the lake, and the girl who looks at them.

Characters: Harry, Luna

Relationships: Harry & Luna

Warnings: anxiety, dissociation, suicidal thoughts, bullying, implied/referenced child abuse, child neglect

Tags: Sirius Black Criticism; Hogwarts second year; Sirius Black Never Went to Azkaban; AU - No Voldemort;

My Notes: Now, I love Sirius just as much as the next girl, but this is such an interesting look at a man raising a kid when he wasn’t ready and the consequences of that (I relate a tad too strongly)

*complete*

Slytherin Politics by OxfordOctopus

Plot: Abused children don't respond well to power plays.

Characters: Harry, Draco, Theodore Nott, Daphne Greengrass

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence

Tags: violence, broken bones, Slytherin Harry, bullying

My Notes: Harry is so truly terrifying in this fic, it’s wonderful

*complete*

rotten on the inside by cassiopeia721

Plot: Harry's boggart isn't Voldemort, or even a dementor. It's something much worse.

Characters: Harry, Snape, Hermione, Ron

Relationships: Hermione & Harry

Warnings: implied/referenced child abuse

Tags: Hogwarts third year; boggarts; angst; protective Hermione; Hermione is a Good Friend

*complete*

Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell by IamShadow21

Plot: Questions asked, questions unasked, secrets told and secrets kept, trust, devotion, empathy and love. Ron and Harry's friendship, from that first day on the Hogwarts Express, right through until after the Battle. Can be read as a friendship fic, or a ship fic. It's open to interpretation.

Characters: Harry, Ron, Fred, George, Hermione, Arthur

Relationships: Harry/Ron

Warnings: implied/referenced child abuse

Tags: canon compliant; canon-typical violence; friendship, hurt/comfort; protective Ron; Protective Fred; Protective George; gen or pre-slash; platonic cuddling; POV Ron

My Notes: now this could be read as pre-slash, as a relationship, or just good friends, but I am so completely head over heels in love with the idea of Harry and Ron! Best friends to lovers!

*complete*

Best Served Cold by enchantedsleeper

Plot: “C’mon, Freddie,” George says suddenly, sotto voce. “Sooner the four of us get out of here, the better.” It hadn’t been the right moment, as they were exploring the Dursleys’ comfortable house in the dead of night, to plant a well-timed trick or a trap and risk blowing the whole operation – and getting Harry into even more trouble with his sadistic relatives. Better just to get Harry out and away from that place. But two years later, Fred and George got their chance for revenge.

Characters: Harry, Fred, George, Ron, Arthur

Relationships: Harry & Ron; Harry & George & Fred

Warnings: implied/referenced child abuse

Tags: Book 4; Harry is an honorary Weasley

*complete*

east, west, home’s best by taizi

Plot: You can never have too many brothers, Ron decides, for the very first time in his life. And there's always room in the Burrow for another Weasley, even if only an honorary one.

Characters: Harry, George, Ron, Fred

Relationships: Harry & Ron

Warnings: implied/referenced child abuse

Tags: Chamber of Secrets; families of choice

*complete*

live for today, hope for tomorrow by Vennat

Plot: Professors are Hogwarts are a little more observant and a little less likely to allow their students to be in harms way. OR A canon rewrite starting from book two, featuring friendship, angst, and a severe lack of oblivious characters.

Characters: Hermione, Harry, Ginny, Ron, Luna, Fred, George, Snape, Draco

Relationships: Hermione & Harry & Ron; Harry & George & Fred; Harry & Ginny; Luna & The Golden Trio; Harry & Snape; Draco & Harry

Warnings: implied/referenced child abuse; PTSD; panic attacks; blood; vomit; injury; food issues; depression

Tags: friendship; Harry has a saving people thing; mentor Snape; BAMF Harry; Smart Harry; canon rewrite; angst; Dumbledore bashing; Book 2; Harry is a Good Friend; Harry is Bad at Feelings

*complete* [part of a series; hasn’t been updated since 2020]

The Closest Distance Between Two People by StartledStarfish

Plot: In Harry's third year, no dementors boarded the Hogwarts Express in search of Sirius Black. Remus Lupin, the new defense professor, slept the whole way there. He did not wake to cast a patronus. Harry never passed out. Never heard his mother scream. Never saw the flash of green light. Never felt the unspeakable cold drain all the happiness out of him. So when Harry’s turn came to face the boggart, his greatest fear could not be a dementor. Harry blinked and looked up into the smiling face of Albus Dumbledore.

Characters: Harry, Ron, Remus, Dumbledore, Vernon, McGonagall

Relationships: Harry & Ron; Harry & Remus

Warnings: implied/referenced child abuse; childhood trauma, child neglect

Tags: boggarts, dementors, Dursley Family Bashing; Dumbledore Bashing; healing; angst with a happy ending; Ron makes sure nobody’s sad for long; friendship; laughter

*complete*

Grey Space by noaacat *favorite*

Plot: In 1991, Harry Potter begins his time at Stonewall High, unaware that he is anything more than a boy prone to freakish accidents. When he turns fourteen, he will receive a letter that will change his life. He will learn he is Harry Potter, and be invited into a world where belonging is his birthright. Until then, he stumbles on, two steps forward and one step back, out of the cupboard and into the life he was never meant to have.

Characters: Harry, The Dursleys, Dumbledore, lots of muggle OCs

Relationships: none

Warnings: implied/referenced child abuse; implied/referenced homophobia; child abuse; child neglect

Tags: AU: Hogwarts Starts Late

My Notes: This one! Is so good! The worldbuilding alone is amazing and the author really did make me immersed in the small sleepy town of Little Whinging. Please, if you read any fic on this list, read this one! It’s so good! Instant favorite!

*complete*

Iron by belleslettres

Plot: Draco also has a penchant for shirts with fiddly collars and cuffs and will not even entertain the notion of going anywhere looking like anything less than perfection. But Harry, who will do almost anything for Draco, refuses to iron them. “My aunt used to make me do all the ironing,” Harry says. “I hated it.”

Characters: Harry, Draco

Relationships: Draco/Harry

Warnings: implied/referenced child abuse

Tags: fluff and angst; post-war; Epilogue what Epilogue; fluff; domestic fluff

*complete*

All That Stands in its Path by thebiwholived

Plot: "An old soul, people might say, and Molly has never quite been sure what such a person would look like, until the day her family meets the Boy Who Lived in a dingy train station on the way to school." Molly Weasley's perspective on the summer Harry Potter comes to stay.

Characters: Harry, Molly, Weasley Family

Relationships: Harry & Molly Weasley

Warnings: implied/referenced child abuse

Tags: canon compliant; book 2

*complete*

To See More Clearly by JellyShark

Plot: Harry didn't make it out of Privet Drive after blowing up Aunt Marge. He is alone, locked away, forgotten. To make things worse, his magic is changing, morphing into something unknown and terrifying. Harry returns to Hogwarts a changed boy, unable to hide the effects of his time with the Dursleys. His Third Year dawns, bringing with it a man who feels like home, a Hufflepuff Prefect, and a dog who reminds Harry of a time when he was loved.

Characters: Harry, Remus, Ron, Snape, Sirius, Hermione, Luna, Cedric, Neville, McGonagall

Relationships: Sirius/Remus; pre Cedric/Harry; Remus & Harry; Hermione & Ron & Harry; Cedric & Harry; Sirius & Harry

Warnings: implied/referenced child abuse

Tags: Harry Needs a Hug; Harry is an Empath; Smart Harry; Magically Powerful Harry; Mentor Remus; flawed but well-meaning Dumbledore; book 3; book 4; Snape gets worse before he gets better; angst; hurt/comfort

*incomplete* [last updated August 2021]

Holidays by diogxnes

Plot: While his housemates discuss the upcoming holidays, Harry cannot help but think of how he never experienced a real Christmas with the Dursleys. Ron notices.

Characters: Harry, Ron, Lavender Brown, Seamus Finnigan

Relationships: Harry & Ron

Warnings: implied/referenced child abuse

Tags: book 1; missing scene; canon compliant; emotional hurt/comfort; hurt/comfort; Ron Weasley is a Good Friend

*complete*

Closing In by silver_fish

Plot: Harry supposes he’ll never know how they learned about the cupboard under the stairs. He also supposes he’ll never know how they managed to make him so afraid of it, all these years later.

Characters: Harry, Hermione, Ron

Warnings: implied/referenced child abuse, claustrophobia, implied/referenced torture, codependency, trauma, panic attacks, PTSD, therapy

Tags: post-war; hurt/comfort; touch-starved; guilt; Harry centric; false memories

My Notes: This one made me emotionally exhausted but it’s written super well

*complete*

Adjustments by Velvet_Riptide

Plot: With the Second Wizarding War over, Sirius is more than excited to put everything behind him and raise Harry as his own. However, he and Remus begin to notice odd and troubling behaviors from Harry. Without answers from the source, Sirius turns to Harry's previous guardians--Molly and Arthur Weasley--and learns Harry is still making adjustments from his time with the Dursley's.

Characters: Harry, Sirius, Remus, Molly, Arthur, Hermione, Ron

Relationships: Sirius/Remus; Hermione/Ron; Remus & Harry; Sirius & Harry

Warnings: implied/referenced child abuse; childhood trauma; PTSD

Tags: hurt/comfort; coparenting; Harry lived in the Burrow for several years with the Weasleys before moving to 12 Grimmauld Place;

*complete*

Two Things by TheDivineComedian

Plot: Harry is only four years old and the Dursleys are already mean.

Characters: Harry, Petunia, Vernon, Dudley, imaginary Lily, imaginary James

Warnings: implied/referenced child abuse

*complete*

How to be happy by TheDivineComedian

Plot: The Patronus charm requires a happy memory. Harry Potter doesn't have many, and the Dementors get Sirius, after all. But the story is far from over.

Characters: Harry, Remus, Sirius, Ron, Hermione

Relationships: Harry & Sirius; Harry & Remus; Remus & Sirius

Warnings: major character death; implied/referenced child abuse

Tags: creepy; heartwarming; dementors; Hogwarts third year

My Notes: this one is a fucking doozy good lord (the tags say heartwarming but w h e r e)

*complete*

Knowledge is a Rose by Magi_Silverwolf

Plot: When Harry discovered that he had a name, he clung to that information and all that it entailed. After learning more information about his past, nothing and everything changed.

Characters: Harry

Warnings: implied/referenced child abuse; physical abuse; verbal abuse; mental abuse

Tags: emotional hurt; identity issues

*complete*

No Love for the Wicked by VigilanteVampire4311

Plot: Harry Potter was the Boy-Who-Lived. The Golden Boy. The Chosen One. But it turns out when you run head first into an unknown magical artifact and end up in a void, none of that matters. Now he's in a different time with familiar strangers who just can't seem to understand the new transfer student, Harrison Miller. With a Defense teacher he can't let his guard down for a second around, the Marauders hounding the 'mysterious' new Slytherin, and his housemates who cannot fathom a muggleborn being among them, Harry has to wonder whether fate hates him or if he is really a trouble-making freak like the Dursleys always said.

Characters: Harry, James, Lily, Sirius, Remus, Regulus, Snape, Tom Riddle, Pomfrey

Relationships: Harry & James; Harry & Lily; Sirius & Harry; Remus & Harry; Regulus & Harry; Harry & Tom Riddle; Pomfrey & Harry

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence; implied/referenced child abuse; possessive behavior; depression; non-consensual touching

Tags: The Veil; Slytherin Harry; Marauders are kinda assholes; Tom Riddle is not Voldemort yet; Severus is so done; alternate universe; angst; hurt/comfort; bullying; time travel; Marauders Era

My Notes: so far with 7 chapters in, we haven’t yet gotten to Harry interacting with anyone from the past but it’s still written really well

*incomplete* [last updated September 2021]

The snake in the daffodils by SpicyReyes *favorite*

Plot: Harry follows Sirius through the Veil of Death, and stumbles out on the other side of the Mirror of Erised, under a strange spell and stranded in an unfamiliar Hogwarts.

Characters: Harry, Remus, Regulus, Harry, Ron, James, Lily, Sirius

Relationships: Regulus/James; Sirius/Remus; Draco/Harry

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence; discussions of suicide; discussions of self-harm; suicidal ideation; implied/referenced child abuse

Tags: universe jumping; Hogwarts fifth year; misunderstandings; miscommunication; basically everyone thinks harry wants to die but he is actually just hella confused

My Notes: so, so good! And if you like this one I recommend The Devil’s White Knight which is really similar in concept

*incomplete* [last updated 2020]

been waiting a lifetime (to be with you) by justprompts

Plot: The next time he woke, Potter was shaking him awake. Just, just not the right one. He had hazel eyes for one, and class. This was not Harry Potter. This was - Well, he had just woken up and who accepts the delightfully altering time-related facts of life right as they wake up?

Characters: Harry, Dumbledore; Peter Pettigrew; Prewett Twins; Marlene McKinnon; Sirius; Remus; Lily; James; Draco; Alice & Frank Longbottom; Regulus; Draco

Relationships: Draco/Harry; James/Lily; Sirius/Remus; Marlene McKinnon/Dorcas Meadows; Alice/Frank Longbottom; Regulus & Sirius; Regulus & Draco

Tags: time travel fix-it; Marauders Era; Horcrux hunting; everyone lives/nobody dies; master of death Harry; light-hearted; POV multiple; Harry doesn’t need to be dark/evil to be master of death; irregular and slow updates; mutual pining

*incomplete* [last updated May 2021]

The Gospel Truth by twentysevensummers

Plot: When Harry arrives at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place with a black eye, he has more trouble than expected keeping the truth from Sirius.

Characters: Harry, Sirius, Remus

Relationships: Sirius & Harry

Warnings: referenced/implied child abuse; child neglect

Tags: book 5; hurt/comfort; angst; Harry needs a hug; good godparent Sirius Black; number 12 grimmauld place

*complete*

o children, lift up your voice by orphan_account

Plot: "i don't know if they could've put a flap in the door of the cupboard, now that i think about it," harry laughs nervously. "dunno if it would've fit onto it. since it's smaller than the bedroom door." hermione and ron's heads both shoot up. "what?" ron asks. "excuse me?" hermione says.

Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione

Relationships: Hermione & Harry & Ron

Warnings: implied/referenced child abuse

Tags: friendship; slight canon divergence; character study; second war with Voldemort; physical affection; lots of hugs

My Notes: this one is so good and if you can get past the fact that the author doesn’t capitalize anything, you’re good to go (although it was difficult to get past that at first for myself)

*complete*

Muggle Management by LadyWinterlight, NerdyKat

Plot: What happens if Hermione notices signs of abuse in Harry during first year? The Wizarding World may not have laws against it, but the Muggle World certainly does...

Characters: Harry, Hermione, Mrs Granger, Mr. Granger

Warnings: implied/referenced child abuse

Tags: family

*complete*

Harry Potter & Other Fandoms

Masked Men and Where to Find Them by tinyrose65

Fandoms: Harry Potter & Daredevil & MCU

Plot: Harry Potter moved to Hell's Kitchen because she wanted a fresh start: time away from the spotlight, where she could focus on being the best Healer she could be. Trust the unconscious man in her dumpster to go and complicate things.

Characters: Harry, Matt Murdock

Relationships: Harry/Matt; past Harry/Draco

Warnings: past domestic abuse; implied/referenced child abuse

Tags: female!Harry

My Notes: this is the first in a series and the second one is also incomplete but they’re both very good and the second one has Jessica Jones!

*incomplete* [last updated 2016]

Magic and Masks by Akoia

Fandoms: Harry Potter & DC Comics

Plot: Harry Potter is anything but normal, thank you very much, he just didn't hold such nonsense as that. Follow him on his adventures through the Wizarding world and muggle world as he struggles to understand who he is, and fight the destiny that's been chosen for him.

Characters: Harry; Dick Grayson; Jason Todd; Bruce Wayne; Alfred Pennyworth; the Dursleys

Warnings: implied/referenced child abuse; canon typical violence

Tags: fluff and angst

My Notes: this is a series with six parts!

*incomplete* [last updated 2020]

Modern Family

Breaking & Entering: (The Start Of) A Love Story by dollsome

Plot: "Oh my God," Mitchell says, "this is insane." It is, for the record. It is actually ... insane.

Characters: Mitchell, Cameron

Relationships: Mitchell Pritchett/Cameron Tucker

Warnings: none

Tags: none

*completed*

[riddlehoes]

                              Fantasy

  Fred Weasley

                               The first meet                                            

" 9 3/4, 9 3/4, 9 3/4 " I muttered, looking around the station, my owl Ophelia chirping as we passed by muggles

" come on dears, 9 3/4 just up ahead! " a lady said, her 4 kids I assume and brunette nodding and continuing to follow her.

I followed them silently, trailing behind the brunette who looked back at me and smiled.

After the brunette and the short ginger disappeared into the wall, the mother turned towards the two tall gingers, who I'm assuming are twins.

" Fred, you next! " she said, holding onto the only ginger girl. The twins gasped, " He's not Fred, I am! " the other boy said, pointing between he and his brother

I giggled making them look back at me and smirk.

He nodded, " Honestly woman, you call yourself our mother " he spoke, shaking his head

" oh George... " she muttered, her arm now around the younger girl.

She motioned towards the wall, and the boy named George began walking towards it but stopped, " Only joking, I am Fred. " he said, running towards the wall and the actual George following him.

I let out a laugh, watching the mother throw her hands around in the air. Making the young girl and her mom look at me. " Oh dear, I'm sorry. Have you been waiting this whole time? " she questioned as I walked closer.

I nodded and shook her hand, " I'm Ashanti, Ashanti Aberra. nice to meet you! " I said smiling at the two.

The younger girl shook my hand, smiling back. " I'm Molly Weasley, and this is my youngest Ginny Weasley " she introduced us then looked at the clock perched up on the wall

" oh dear, you best get going it's nearly 11! " she said, shooing me towards the door. I nodded, " nice to meet you Ginny and Mrs Weasley! " I called out as I ran towards the door, getting enveloped into the hogwarts express station

I walked into the train, looking for a compartment. Finding one with the shortest Weasley and the brunette.

" Hello, would you mind if I sat in here? " i asked after knocking on the compartment door, the two nodded and moved over so I could sit next to either.

I smiled and sat next to the Weasley, who smelled of spearmint. " I'm Ronald, Ronald Weasley, and this is Harry Potter " he said, his eyes glimmering as he said his name.

I smiled and shook both of their hands, " I'm Ashanti Aberra. Nice to meet you! " I said, as the lady with the cart of goods strolled by.

" Anything from the Trolley dears? " she asked as the compartment door opened. Ronald looked excited but then pulled out a messed up sandwich. Harry got up and pulled out more than 5 galleons, grabbing almost everything off of the cart then handed her the change.

-

" no but seriously you really are known all through the magical world as the boy who lived " I said laughing at the two. He just shrugged, " I don't know. I just found out I was a wizard less than a day ago, it was crazy! Hagrid came into the house and was like " you're a wizard Harry " and I was like what and he said " a wizard! " then he made my cousin Dudley grow a tail, a bloody tail! " he said trying to hold his laughter in, but failing. Miserably.

We continued to joke and laugh until the two boys, that I now know of as Fred and George but cannot tell which is which.

" Hello Ron, I see you finally made friends! " one of them said, making each other snicker. " yeah yeah. Ashanti, Harry these twats are my brothers, Fred and George. " he said rolling his eyes, the one on the left raised his hand when he said Fred so I'm assuming the one on the right is George.

" I'm Ashanti, nice to meet you " I smiled, making eye contact with the one on the left who smiled back. " wait wait wait as in Harry Potter? " George asked, squeezing into the small compartment. Harry nodded, " the one and only " he smiled.

Fred squeezed between Ronald and I, beginning to speak " bloody hell, why are you friends with these dorks then " he smirked, pointing between Ron and I

" They were kind enough to me without knowing who I was. Guess that just shows their character. " Harry said shrugging as a girl with nappy hair opened the compartment door

" have y'all seen a frog by any chance? Neville Longbottom just can't seem to keep hold of his bloody pet. " she asked looking around the compartment then her eyes landed on Ron

" you have dirt on your nose " she said, rubbing her finger over her nose. A look of disgust or adoration apparent on her face.

I chuckled along with the other 3 as Ron wiped his nose, " I'm Hermione Granger, and you are? " she asked, her eyes landing on me

" Ashanti Abbera. Are you a first year as well? " I asked her as she fully came into the compartment sitting between Harry and George.

" Yes, I am very excited! What about you guys? " she asked looking around. " my brother Fred and I are in third year. Our brother Ron over here is in his first year as well. What about you Harry? " Fred said then looked at Harry. Hermione's eyes got wide, " Harry Potter? You're Harry Potter? " she asked, staring at the boy

Harry nodded, internally tired of being asked if he was the real Harry Potter.

" I'm in my first year as we- " " I know, I know! " she cut him off, then looked back over at me, smiling.

-

Fred and George sat at a table with their fellow Gryffindors as the first years stayed huddled in a crowd.

" okay, first we need to sort you into your houses, starting with... Ashanti Abbera! " Mcgonagall said loudly, making my cheeks redden as everyone looked my way.

I walked towards the platform and sat down as she placed the hat onto the top of my head. " hmm, tough choice. Have the mind of a Ravenclaw but the heart of a Hufflepuff. You have the soul of a Gryffindor. You show Chivalry, Courage and Determination... " the hat muttered, " I'm gonna go with.. GRYFFINDOR! " it screamed as Professor McGonagall took the hat off of my head and ushered me over to the cheering table. Fred making room for me.

" Well hello miss Abbera. " he spoke, smirking at me. " hello Fred. " I said rolling my eyes.

We stopped talking as McGonagall says another name, " Susan Bones " a red head began walking towards the platform.

" one of yours? " I joked to Fred, snickering as he rolled his eyes. " HUFFLEPUFF " the hat screamed.

" I am gonna enjoy having you here Miss Abbera " Fred whispered, then turned towards his brother that got sorted into our house, as well as Harry and Hermione

-

I shot up, and felt around my bed.

" FRED! " I yelled out, not being able to find him.

He walked out of the bathroom fixing his hair. " I'm here darling. I'm here. Don't freak out. " he said coming back under the covers, and pulling me into his chest.

" I had another weird dream. It was like the first time we met this time though. Instead of you dying. " I said snuggling into my fiancé's chest. He laughed then moved the hair away from my forehead. " I will never die my love, cause then I'd have to leave your side. " he whispered, kissing my forehead.

I smiled, then drifted off back to sleep, alone.

-

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Harry Potter girls are wicked because they are 1) different and 2) well written. Their main character traits aren’t being a girl. Aren’t being feminine or being a badass.

Hermione is nerdy and introverted and genuinely loves learning and is quite emotionally detached. It isn’t viewed as a flaw - it is her character. And her friends love her for it. Even though she isn’t perfect. She really isn’t.

Ginny is extroverted and popular, but she’s also a real badass, she’s also brave and sharp tongued but not in a boy attracting way, not in a bitchy way, she just doesn’t give a fuck what anyone thinks of her and can and will protect those who need it.

Luna is dreamy, detached, weird and lonely. She’s weird not in a “I’m not like other girls so boys like me”. She’s just weird and stays that way even though people bully her for that because even if it’s not as visible, Luna is as metal as Ginny. She is a good friend, but she has always been lonely because she is actually different from everyone she knows (and in her case it doesn’t sound cliché). That is a well written, deep, original character.

Cho isn’t just a love interest like in the movies. Cho is described as a great Ravenclaw seeker. Cho is brave and strong because she joins the Dumbledore’s army even despite her mom’s position. Neville is praised for the same thing in the end of the Philosopher’s stone. Cho may be a little jealous of Harry but imo it makes her even more real. She has flaws just like Ginny and Hermione and Luna. She mourns Cedric but doesn’t turn into depression like fucking Bella Swan. She fights because that’s what Cedric would do.

Tonks is easy going and fun and reckless and amazingly brave and a Hufflepuff. She is basically the only argument you need when arguing with Hufflepuff haters. She is so young and already an Auror. But she’s also not unrealistically badass. She’s super clumsy (and not in a I’m clumsy in everything but things that are supposed to look hot and attract attention). She told Harry that she almost failed an exam because of her clumsiness. And it still doesn’t stop her from being amazing.

Andromeda is an example of a good Slytherin. She is brave and cunning at the same time. She went against her family too. She lost her family too. She still fought Voldemort, no matter the cost. She lost her daughter and her husband and her sisters and brothers and cousins and parents. She lost everyone and still stayed with Teddy because Teddy needed love and support. She is strong as hell but that is quiet strength. Other character’s are praised for what she went through silently.

Molly is a mother of a big family. She doesn’t fight the war (until Hogwarts), she doesn’t go out on missions, she didn’t come to rescue Harry in the beginning of TDH, she didn’t come to the Ministry in TOoTP. She stayed at the Grimmaud place to cook dinner for the tired Aurors, to make that house at least a little comfortable, to take care of the wounded, to raise her children. And other children. She stayed there and watched her family risk themselves, get wounded, even get killed. Molly is strong as hell and she’s still feminine. She does the “woman’s” work that many YA heroines disregard. Does anyone dare to disrespect Molly? I bet your sweet ass they would never.

Molly kills Voldemort’s right hand after all.

Lily Potter is kind but fierce and brave. Lily Potter joined the Order at the age of 19. Lily Potter died at the age of 21 protecting her son. Lily Potter was incredibly smart, maybe not the Hermione way, but still. Lily Potter is very interesting and it’s super sad that she’s eventually downplayed to being Snape’s love interest. However, Lily doesn’t fuck around. The moment he disrespected her she stopped being his friend.

Even Bellatrix. She is a great villain. She isn’t even a love interest of the main evil guy. She is loyal to him, maybe she loved him, but those aren’t her only motives. Bella is legitimately mad and evil because of her family and her story and just because she’s a bad person. Bella enjoys making others suffer. Bella is proud. Bella is a good villain because she doesn’t chase beauty or power like most female villains do. She actually had a rare interest for a woman villain — she enjoyed hurting people. She is racist. But she’s also not the boss. She’s interesting and I love her despite her being evil.

Fleur Delacour is beautiful and elegant but she isn’t scared of Bill’s scars, she isn’t scared of the consequences that hiding Harry, Ron and Hermione might bring in TDH, she speaks her mind and fights when it’s needed. She may be gentle, she may be fantastically pretty, she may be annoyingly proud, but she’s one hell of a character. She has character, not just smarts and looks.

Lavanda Brown and Parvati Patil were both girly and loved gossip but fought bravely against Voldemort nonetheless. They are an example of how being girly doesn’t equal being weak or boring.

Rita Skeeter and Dolores Umbridge are both villains. But they aren’t for Voldemort. And they aren’t similar. JK managed not only to create various and interesting good heroines, she created Bellatrix Lestrange, Dolores Umbridge, Petunia Dursley and Rita Skeeter and gave them absolutely different personalities, motives, stories and looks. Not many authors have many female bad guys. Not many authors can make them this realistic.

JK Rowling writes amazing female characters.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk.