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[hprarepairfest]

Rare Pair Fest IV Works - Day 11

Another day of INCREDIBLE ships!! 😍

Title: Bad Medicine Author: @phantomgrimalkin Ship: Remus/Draco Prompt: 303 Rating: E Word Count: 8,093 Warnings: None Summary: 

Draco comes up with a plan to spend more time with a man he's had a small crush on for 15 years.

He's just trying to get laid, he doesn't expect it to change the course of his career.

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Title: Quidditch Meets Couture Author: Charingfae Ship: Pansy Parkinson/Ginny Weasley Prompt: #217 Rating: Explicit Word Count: 7,112 Warnings: n/a Summary:

Ginny Weasley only cares about one thing: leading the Holyhead Harpies to a championship. So she's none too pleased when her coach hires an image consultant to improve their brand. And she's especially displeased when that image consultant turns out to be Pansy Parkinson.

Tensions fly as the two strong-willed professionals fight their way through uniform fittings, media frenzies, and deliberate sabotage.

Through it all, Ginny still only cares about one thing. But this time, it's beating Pansy Parkinson.

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Title: Hard to be Humble Author: @incywincymoocow Ship: Draco Malfoy/Percy Weasley Prompt: #6 Rating: Explicit Word Count: 14 854 Warnings: None Summary:

Percy Weasley is working hard at the Ministry, going nowhere, when Draco Malfoy turns up and starts taking all the credit. Percy is not going to take this lying down! Or is he…?

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Title: Follow the Butterflies Author: RainstormRadish Ship: Aragog/Flying Ford Anglia Prompt: #25 (from nanneramma) Rating: T Word Count: 1454 Warnings: None Summary:

There is a visitor. A new beast in the Forest. It has four legs, like the centaurs, but it’s unlike anything Aragog has ever sensed. Cold, metallic, clanging. Few dare to venture deep enough into the Forest to reach Aragog’s lair, and those who do creep and hide, avoiding the Acromantula. The visitor makes no effort to be stealthy. It tramples through the undergrowth, loud and unapologetic. Foolhardy. Reckless. Intriguing.

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Title: The monster you feed Author: GhostMagic Ship: Regulus Black/Remus Lupin Prompt: #401 Rating: Mature Word Count: 11,259 Warnings: Major Character Death, Internalized Homophobia, Homophobia, Dubious Consent, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Implied/Referenced Drug Use. Summary:

Remus also didn’t know when he had started to ditch his friends with the excuse of studying in the library just to watch Regulus from afar, memorizing every habit and small quirk: how he wrinkled his nose at the sign of damaged books or the way he gave an almost imperceptible nod every time he found the information he was looking for; how he ran his fingers through his hair when he didn't understand something, a small crease between his eyebrows and just a hint of a pout on his lips; how he worried at his cuticles when he thought no one was watching just to put his hand back down when he realized what he was doing; how he wrote each letter as if it was a piece of art…

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See all of the revealed works so far, HERE!

[youre-a-w1zard-harry]

[amythehobbit]

Part 2 of the tour!

[toodamnninja]

Lego Harry Potter Advent Calendar day 04: a great little microscale build of a whomping willow, complete with teeny flying Ford Anglia!

[marymunchkiin]

Holy shit lmfao

i cannot make this up

[kmt123whatsthetea]

Forest desires

George Weasley x reader

Requested by: @georgeweasleywife4566

Request gist: “George and the reader have sex in the forest”

A/N: Thank you for the request! I decided to slow things down and make it a soft sex one (it wasn't really specified so I thought I’d give my little pervert brain a rest). I’ve been in a world of self-pity lately (my dad got to meet the guy who played Percy Weasley, and didn’t invite me to the comic con). I'm also sorry that it's taking me so long to write, I’ve been sucked into RE4 (my hand is glued to the controller)

T/W: unprotected sex, forest sex, mentions of exhibitionism, Goblet of Fire George (it's not a trigger but I didn't want it to get lost in the A/N), teasing, fingering, reader is a little unsure about the situation but George comforts her, George licking your juices (it sounds so unsexy like that), George being a gentle boy,

George could talk you into anything.

From sneaking around the castle late at night to getting frisky under the Quidditch stands, he’d twist your arm. Metaphorically, of course.

But this was a new fantasy he had.

“What if you and I snuck into the Forbidden Forest tonight?”

Knowing George, this wasn’t just a moonlight jaunt. He had something naughty planned. But knowing you, you’d agree to go.

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The sneaky trek down to the forest wasn't new to you or George. He had snuck out many times and sometimes brought you along on a late night pranking mission with Fred.

Before you knew it, he was pulling you by the hand deeper into the dark woods. He pulled you to a small clearing where the tree’s parted, letting the moonlight in. How could the Forbidden Forest be so romantic with all of the centaurs, unicorns, and spiders running around? The thought made you pull George's hand, a little reluctant to get busy in a place that man feared and machinery disappeared (said machinery being the Weasley’s flying Ford Anglia).

George chuckled at your reluctance. He always found it fun to talk you into different situations, like pulling pranks on staff members or messing with the Slytherins that walked to class alone. But when it came to intimate situations, he was the king of persuasion.

“It’s okay, love. You know I’ll always protect you from any scary monsters that hide in the shadows. You’re my girl, remember?”

All it took was the ‘My Girl’ line, and he could convince you to do anything.

He sat on the grass and patted the spot next to him. When you had sat down, he moved a little closer. His lips found yours in a tender kiss, knowing just how to make you relax. One of his hands cupped your cheek, stroking the skin with his thumb, while his other hand moved to your thigh, toying with the fabric of your pyjama shorts.

Your hands found their way to his hair, threading through his ginger locks. You loved that he grew his hair out over the past couple of years but you’d never admit it to his face, not wanting to make his ego any bigger.

George slowly guided you to lay down before laying himself on top of you. His lips reconnected with yours and his tongue slowly swiped across your bottom lip. His hands reached for your shorts, pushing them down to your knees and leaving your underwear. His thumb found your clit through the material to rub light circles over it while his kisses silenced your soft moans and whimpers.

When you bucked your hips to try and gain more friction, he lifted his thumb to deprive you of the friction you were chasing. When he broke the kiss, you whined.

“Georgie, stop teasing. I need you”

“I thought you were worried about being seen, love. Does my dirty girl like the thought of being watched while getting her pretty pussy played with?”

He pulled your underwear to the side and rubbed his thumb around your hole, not giving you what you desperately needed.

“Maybe if you tell me what you want, I’ll give it to you”

His husky voice and sinful words were going to be the death of you one of these days.

“I want you, Georgie. I want you inside of me. Please?”

Or maybe it was your innocent whimpers and doe eyes that would be the death of him instead. His smirk grew, it always did when he got you to reveal that dirty side that you kept hidden beneath that goody two shoes exterior. He pushed his finger inside, curling it to rub against your sensitive G-spot. He could find it quicker than finding a target for his pranks.

His other hand cupped your cheek, keeping your eyes on him. He pushed another finger in, scissoring them to stretch you out. He could tell that you were trying to hold back your moans, that little voice in your head still telling you that some creature was hiding in the fog. His lips grazed against your cheek.

“It's just us out here. Those pretty noises of yours are for my ears only”

When your walls started to squeeze his fingers, he knew you were close. His thumb rubbed small circles over your clit once again and that's all it took for your orgasm to catch up. This time, you didn't hold your moans back, letting George hear just how good he made you feel.

He pulled his fingers away from your pussy before bringing them to his mouth and licking off your juices from them. He loved the way you tasted.

You moved your hands to his pyjama bottoms this time, surprising him. You pulled them down just enough to pull his cock out. Moving his tip to your entrance, you coated it in your juices before looking up at him with those pleading ‘fuck me’ eyes.

He moved his hips forward, pushing in slowly. He bottomed out, letting you take a moment to adjust to him. He stroked your jaw with gentle fingers.

“Keep those eyes on me, love”

His eyes bore into yours as he slowly pulled his hips back. He kept his thrusts slow and gentle, always treating you as if you were made of glass. You reminded him often that you wouldn't break if he was rough, but he insisted that you were precious.

He slowly slid his cock in and out of your pussy. His gentle grunts and your moans mixed with the soft sounds of the forest at night. Your voice came out in small whimpers.

“Please George, need more”

“You don’t need more baby, I wanna make it last”

His movements remained slow, taking his time to drive you crazy. His hand moved down to your hip, holding you and stopping you from squirming and escaping his torturously slow pace. When he went slow like this, you could feel everything. Every vein, every curve, every twitch. Although you hated how slow his pace was, you loved how full it left you feeling.

“I know you’re close, baby. Cum all over my cock and I’ll fill you up. I know you like to be nice and full”

He knew you better than you knew yourself sometimes. You had been so focused on how full you were starting to feel that you hadn't noticed your orgasm creeping up on you. You came on his cock, squeezing it so snuggly and coating it with your juices. He followed soon after, spilling his seed deep inside of your pussy. His thrusts stopped, content with keeping his cum inside of you for now.

He laid himself on top of you, being mindful not to crush you.

“You know love, tomorrow is a Saturday. We could stay out here for another round”

George could always talk you into anything.

[iamnmbr3]

i like your fic recs for hp a lot. could you rec me some good fics for rairpiars (i.e. pairings that don' get written for a lot). can be any kind of pairing/tone (light or dark fic) or rating but not just porn. (I don't mind if the fic is explicit or contains dark themes but it I also want it to have plot and really good and interesting characterization and good writing)

Sure! Thanks for your kind words. Check these out. They're all really well written and interesting.

Heart of Emeralds by Phantomato (words: 10,200 | Rating: T | Tom Riddle/Regulus Black | CW: Major Character Death)

The locket horcrux has his own agenda: reunite the soul, rejoin the main body. When Regulus’ defection gives him an opportunity to set this in motion, he finds himself relying on Regulus’ questionable loyalty.

Follow the Butterflies by RainstormRadish (words: 1,454 | rating: T | Aragog/Flying Ford Anglia)

There is a visitor. A new beast in the Forest. It has four legs, like the centaurs, but it’s unlike anything Aragog has ever sensed. Cold, metallic, clanging. Few dare to venture deep enough into the Forest to reach Aragog’s lair, and those who do creep and hide, avoiding the Acromantula. The visitor makes no effort to be stealthy. It tramples through the undergrowth, loud and unapologetic. Foolhardy. Reckless. Intriguing.

Ouroboros by Metalomagnetic (words; 258,416 | rating: E | Tom Riddle/Voldemort)

A strange man adopts Tom Riddle and it is not his father, as Tom desperately wants to believe. Stranded in the past, Voldemort once again comes to the conclusion he's the only one he truly needs.

The War of the Roses by Asenora (words: 24,450 | rating: E | Sirius Black/Severus Snape)

Sirius Black does not die. But this does not mean that it is easy for him to live. Or: a butterfly flaps its wings and Sirius does not go to the Department of Mysteries. What follows from that twist of fate is a story about the long, destructive shadow of a schoolboy rivalry; a story about surviving, and how surviving is sometimes more difficult than dying; a story about the fragility of beauty, the gentleness of hope, and the value of choice. It is also a love story.

Amulette d'amour by The_Carnivorous_Muffin, Vinelle (words: 97,035 | rating: unrated | Tom Riddle/Alphard Black)

Tom is commissioned to repair a magical amulet.

black white and red all over by cursedlynx (lynxindisguise) (words: 1,202 | rating: M | Sirius Black/Cornelius Fudge)

No summary available.

Omnipotent to Arms by tenrousei_kuroi (words: 6,441 | rating: E | Voldemort/Regulus Black | CW: horror, noncon, extremely dark themes)

For the 2021 Regulus Black Fest Prompt: The dark lord decides that the youngest Black is to be his for the night. Regulus is mortified, but saying no is hardly an option. He hopes that compliance will be enough to live another day as unharmed as possible. (You can put a dose of Bellatrix getting jealous and being another menace to Regulus or not, as well as another DE romantically interested in Regulus and potentially helping him in some way, your choice.)

[satureja13]

The TukTuk brought the Boys to Steam Station. Where they are supposed to take the train to who-knows-where... Hopefully to get to see Ji Ho.

They are already late and Sai, Jeb and Vlad went ahead to check in. Jack, the youngest (and strongest), is in charge for their luggage - and his good 'mate', Kiyoshi, who has a not-quite-here day today. The station master told them the train is departing soon from track 1.

Better not miss it! Sai: "Come on, Vlad." Poor Vlad is still deep in despair. He wasn't able to connect to Ji Ho through the bond since Ji Ho collapsed ingame. How is this possible? He didn't even hear Sai calling him. Jeb: "Vlad. Let's go. I'm sure we are going to see him soon, hm? And Noxee said he'll be fine." It's hard to keep the spirits up. The others are worried too, and they are blaming themselves for putting their therapies over the necessity to protect themselves against the Siren's Songs and Ji Ho's evil grandfather.

Jeb bought them some sweets from the trolley and a few seconds later, they already heard the Station Master whistle.

This is the Otherworld and this isn't an ordinary train. It just moved through the portal!

But it wasn't like travelling with warp speed or teleporting. After a while, they saw the countryside go by again.

Jack: "Ouf! These were the last crates!" And to the Station Master: "From which track is the train leaving again?"

Station Master: "Oh, I fear you just missed it." Jack: "Oh no... - eh, ok. From which track is the next train leaving then?" Station Master: "There is no other train anytime soon. Not this year, at last." What? ö.ö'

Time to bring the demon/diety out in Kiyoshi. They can't loose the others and be apart from them to not summon the prophecy Future Jeb made! So Jack tried to summon Kiyoshi: "Kiyoshi - I need you. Please - come back to the here and now - to your body - back to me! I need your help!" And really - Kiyoshi blinked twice - and seemed responsive. Jack told him what happened.

Kiyoshi seemed to understand and ran outside - to the TukTuk... Jack: "Uhm, yes. The TukTuk could teleport us. But we need Vlad and Ji Ho for this. It already had been hard enough for Vlad to bring us here all on his own."

Nonetheless Kiyoshi urged Jack to climb in. His eyes started to glow - and the TukTuk rose up in the air! It took them a while to locate the train so they could follow its track.

Sai, Jeb and Vlad had been so busy and in thoughts, they hadn't even missed them! Jeb was complaining that they still don't have any signal, so they are not leaving the Otherworld as it seems.

It had started to rain again a while ago and the seeing wasn't very good, so Sai first thought he was imagining things. But soon Vlad stood up and said: "Is this what I think it is?" It was! The TukTuk!

They scrambled up and ran over to the compartment next to theirs, where they supposed Jack and Kiyoshi - it was empty...

Saiwa: "I told you yesterday - I'm the worst leader of them all." Jeb: "No you're not. It happens. We are all out of our heads, hm?"

Jeb: "It will all be well. They'll follow us and meet us there." Whereever 'there' is...

Jack: "You are unbelievable!"

The idea of a flying vehicle isn't entirely new. Last year Jeb and Sai had flewn with Francine's flying Ford Anglia to Tartosa 🚙

Outtakes

Jack fell in love with Kiyoshi! 💞

This is the beginning of a new chapter!

From the Beginning 🔱 Underwater Love 🔱 Latest

Last Chapter: 'Who killed Jack?' from the beginning ▶️ here

📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 17-22 ~ 23-28

[elskanellis]

seriously canNOT over-recommend this story. it feels funny, because it's SUCH a crack of a ship, and yet it's SO feelings. absolute perfection from start to finish.

here's an unhinged ship for you courtesy of my mother, who is not remotely interested in shipping or fandom, but who was inordinately delighted by the idea of a crackship when i explained it to her and popped off with Aragog/The Enchanted Ford Anglia - a concept that has haunted me ever since.

anon, i don't want to alarm you... but i think your mother might be more interested in fandom than she claims.

and, indeed, that she might have had a wee rummage on the @hprarepairfest discord server, where she will have found a fic by @rainstormradish, which meets all her criteria...

honestly - go with this piece, i guarantee you won't be disappointed. it's a perfect encapsulation of one of the principles of fandom i believe in most strongly: that you can write yourself into - and out of - the most ludicrous premises in a way which is genuinely beautiful if you simply have enough nerve.

[whinlatter]

think (harry/ginny) | a microfic

day 13 of @hinnymicrofic | prompt: think

He showers quick, tries to scrub the train off him. Snorts at the sight of Vernon’s large bottle of hair-thickening shampoo. Having stared at his uncle’s head all the way back from London, he reckons Vernon’s due a refund.

There's some lurid deodorant of Dudley's - hair gel, too, looks cheap and shit. He feels a stab of pity for whichever poor girl his cousin’s trying to scrub up for these days. Dudley trying to pull, he thinks with a laugh, Christ. But thoughts of pulling lead to thoughts of girls, which lead, inevitably, to thoughts of Ginny.

He shoves the hair gel back on the shelf. Adds Dudley pulling to the don’t think about it list he’d started making on the train, somewhere around the Cumbrian border, when Ron had offered him a Caramel Kappa, Ginny’s favourite, and he’d wanted to throw up all over the chess board.

The Dursleys had waited all of two seconds after he’d slammed the car boot shut before speeding off to dinner at some miserable gastropub off the M3. Suits him fine, wants to be alone. He stabs a fork through the plastic film of his ready-meal, makes sure to puncture the yellow reduced sticker Petunia's left on for his benefit, and watches the bright white of the mashed potato atop the shepherd’s pie whirling around in the microwave. 

You know, it’s made from real shepherd, he’d said to Ginny once. That’s such a dad joke, she’d said, and he’d said I wouldn’t know and she’d said Potter you get one dead dad joke a day and you already used today’s up at breakfast. Shepherd’s pie is on the don’t think about it list, then, he thinks, just before he burns his fingers sliding the ready meal onto a tray. Probably best add cottage pie, too, same idea. Maybe all savoury pies, play it safe.

He flops down on the sofa, feet up on the coffee table, eats straight from the hot plastic as he flicks through channels. The nine o'clock news is all budget this, Hong Kong that, Tim Henman out at Wimbledon. The nine o’clock news is not Dumbledore's dead, Snape murdered him, there’s a war on, Harry Potter's dropped out of school to go hunt bits of Voldemort's dismembered soul. 

Dropped out of school, he thinks. Scandalous, delinquent. What d'you reckon? he asks the Ginny in his head. Harry Potter, troubled dropout? Do anything for you? The Ginny in his head laughs. It’d be fun if she were here, he thinks, curled up next to him on this ugly sofa, taking the piss out of Petunia’s cushion covers and Dudley’s wrestling trophies. Imagines taking her up to his bedroom, pointing out the lamp Dobby whacked himself around the head with. But then the Ginny in his head looks at him and says I never really gave up on you and I knew this would happen in the end, and it all bursts, shatters into a hundred dusty pieces.

He chucks the rest of the meal in the bin, adds dropping out of school to the stupid list. Might as well add the budget, Hong Kong and Tim Henman, why not.

Turns off the telly, goes upstairs and lies on his bed, fully-clothed, staring up at the ceiling, because on the walk from the living room to his bedroom the list has expanded to include his trunk (train, Hogwarts, Ginny), his jumper (still smells a bit like her on the left arm, pathetic), and Hedwig (how does it feel knowing your owl prefers me, Potter?).

He stares out of the window for a while, eyes next door's new extension, which sort of works - ugly nothing suburbia - until he remembers the twins and Ron at the window in a flying Ford Anglia, zooming him off to the Burrow where a little red headed girl is blushing and sticking her elbow in the butter dish and god, this really is shit, isn't it, they weren't lying. She knew then, of course she did. He's never been good at thinking of nothing, has he, and he's thought about her as he falls asleep every day since about October, so what chance does he have now?

He's dreading the dreams the most, knows they'll be unbearable. Almost hopes he dreams of lockets and green light and dead headmasters. Can't be worse than bright brown eyes, freckles on a bottom lip (how do you even get freckles on your bottom lip, Gin? Don't be jealous of my freckles, Potter, just because your skin's so boring), the smell of her hair (what do you mean my hair smells? What is that supposed to mean? Why are you laughing?) and the sound of her laugh and her gasps and the sound of her breathing, soft, lying beside him under the cloak on the lakeshore. Looking down under the table at dinner, seeing her thigh next to his on the bench, hand on his knee, body drawn to his, magnets, magic.

When he wakes groggily the next day - crick in his neck, still in his jeans - his first thought is: he's overslept. He’s missed Ginny on her way down to breakfast, going to be late for Potions, fucked it.

But no, of course not. There’s no Ginny, no breakfast, no Potions. Might still have fucked it, though, who's to say. Don't, he tells himself, as he heads for the bathroom to scrub the night off him, just don't think about it.

now up on AO3 here | ask me anything

[btsbabe7]

November Prompt 30: Roadtrip

Words: 491 | Pairing: Golden Trio, Fred & George Weasley x reader

It isn’t until you find yourself walking up to the old, rusted blue Ford Anglia that you realize the two Weasley twins were very serious about this roadtrip. But come to think of it, you can’t remember a time they’d mentioned doing something and not following through.

Walking alongside a yawning Harry, you can make out Fred and George’s hushed argument about who’s to drive the car. You glance over wearily at Harry, but the darkness is enough to shield your slight irritation.

Ron and Hermione join soon enough with the four of you already waiting inside the warmth of the car as they pack their trunks inside the trunk. Thanks to the car’s extension charm there’s enough space for the belongings of more than six. Even your best friend Solora would be tagging along too on the way back from the cozy cottage near the seaside far from here.

You stare out the window, feeling excited once the car finally takes off, courtesy of George. You’re happy you’ll have your best friends by your side for one last adventure before the start of your adult lives and with graduation now behind you all. The sky is painting salmon pinks and golden yellows across periwinkle colored clouds on the early morning horizon and seeing it from the view in the sky makes it much more awe-worthy.

Fred and George had planned the entire thing out. They knew how much you loved the sunrises and sunsets, so everything had to perfect. You can imagine their chuckling as they browsed for snacks, probably even throwing a few prank ones from their shop into the basket for added fun for everyone once you reached the cottage. Their spontaneity is the very reason you agreed to the pair coming.

Laughter floods the front of the car on Fred and George’s behalf and Ron seems to have made himself a makeshift bed against Hermione’s shoulder. His soft snores gaining a giggle from her as she attempts to read a book while occasionally stealing glances of the sunrise from the window. Harry rests against your shoulder as well, watching the sunrise with you and holding your hand underneath the blanket he’d brought along for the ride. It’s fit across the four of you in the backseat, keeping you all warm in the coolness of the frosted morning.

Flying through the air for this trip reminds you of the time Ron had broken Harry out of his aunt’s house in your second year. That was the last story you’d heard of the car. And reminiscing on the old times brings your attention from the sunrise to Harry. He’s so close, you can feel your breath mixing between the two of you and that closeness makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside. The closeness makes you think of all you’ve been through together and makes you ecstatic to see where this roadtrip called life will lead you all now.

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[overheard-at-hogwarts]

Harry: [as he and Ron are being crushed in the flying Ford Anglia by the Whomping Willow] Imagine if we died right now... So funny.

[annagaw]

Brought to you by my poor reading comprehension in r/Dramione, insomnia, and maladaptive daydreaming! Apparently, I need a Scooby-Doo x Dramione x Hozier crossover like *yesterday*.

Or, in the words of Hozier: "we’ll steal a flying Ford Anglia, be detectives, ride ‘round picking up clues." Arthur may be angry, but even he has to admit that the song, it is a bop.

If you think “what a silly little one-off picture, how fun, but that’s over now, let’s all move on with our lives” then I have absolutely horrendous news for you: I accidentally - whoops! - made a metric tonne of notes in procreate about my ideas for the HP mystery gang. I…I have comic panels sketched out. (Is this a cry for help?)

Stay tuned here for updates on whether or not the gang catch their ghoul! (Spoilers: almost certainly. They are magic folk and the ghoul is a muggle in a mask.) But who knows, maybe Hozier will actually show up! Maybe Ron will finally get his large sandwich! Maybe I’ll have to watch actual episodes of Scooby Doo eventually! (Idk that last one seems unlikely.)

[mallowsweetmiri]

I don’t know if you want to write this or just say what you think Molly and Author Weasley’s reactions would be. I’m fine with either one 😂 sorry in advance this is long af

But this popped into my mind and I’ve been thinking about it. Fred Weasley x a muggle reader. Not just a muggle reader but an American reader from the south, I bit of a country girl, polite, shy at first, and well mannered but also can be stubborn, mischievous, outdoorsy, and rough and tumble. Maybe she went over there for a collage exchange program, met Fred by chance and quickly finished her degree and got a job over there. Anyway they’ve been dating for about a year now and he wants to introduce her to the family but she’s nervous and doesn’t want it to be a big deal so they pick a night for her to just go with him to his parents house for dinner. When they come up with this plan Fred says “you know I have so many siblings, unless someone says something they may not even notice you. Especially with your dyed red hair.” It’s the beginning of fall so she just had seasonally dyed her hair Rich copper red with platinum blonde money pieces framing her face. So with Fred making that comment it turns into a bet between them on whether or not they’ve have to say something for her to be noticed. Fred’s muggle s/o cooks and brings some side dishes and desserts (enough for everyone) that’s she’s made knowing she’d be unexpected and didn’t want Molly to feel pressured into preparing extra food last minute. Plus she got some small gifts for everyone, Fred’s siblings and parents. Fred drove the Flying Ford Anglia to her place they loaded everything up and get to the house and go in discreetly. Fred quietly introduces her to his siblings one by one (George already knows her ofc) and tells them to keep quiet until he introduces her to the parents. As Fred and Ginny are talking Molly needs help in the kitchen so Fred’s s/o just goes in there and nonchalantly asks what she needs and offers to take the plate of rolls to the table so Molly had more kitchen space. Molly is distracted so she doesn’t think anything of it until s/o is walking away so Molly looks not recognizing the voice but sees the red hair and shrugs before the soup threatens to boil over ending that questioning train of thought.

A little while later Arthur gets home and goes into the kitchen to greet Molly and see if she needs anything when s/o comes back because her and Fred couldn’t find space on the table for the fruit salad and chocolate cake she brought. Fred stops in the doorway smirking and s/o stifling a giggle walks up behind Molly and Arthur and waits for a break in the conversation before she speaks up “Excuse me, but Fred brought his girlfriend home and she looks kinda sketchy. I heard she’s not only a muggle but an American muggle at that! Plus she’s been causing all sorts of trouble since she got here. First she’s brings food and now there’s no space on the table for anything then she clutters up the sofa with gifts. I think y’all might just have to throw her out, it’s your call though.” Fred’s s/o says but as she’s talking her smile turns nervous and she crosses her arms, hunching slightly, now feeling sheepish-

Okay miss writer!! Lmao I love this, I think that the Weasleys really wouldn’t care if one of their kids was dating a muggle, and being American wouldn’t phase them either! If anything, Arthur would be hammering her with questions. Molly would maybe be suspicious of an American girl, but in this scenario I bet she would feel bad for not immediately greeting her and wouldn’t think twice about welcoming her into the home!

[lynxindisguise]

ooooh let's play MASCH (black family mansion, apartment, shrieking shack, lupin cottage, house)

Partner: Sirius, Remus, Lyall, Jeff the Grindylow

Job: Sad Bartender, Hag, Auror, Pirate

Kids: 0, 1 godson, multiple werepuppies, 1 son with your wife who is also your boyfriends cousin

Vehicle: Enchanted motorbike, flying Ford Anglia, apparition, broom

Pick a magic number andddd go!!!

oh my god karfy I love this!! okay my fave number is 11, so let's go with that...

edit bc I did it wrong the first time:

House: Lupin cottage

Partner: Lyall (slay)

Job: Hag (SLAY)

Kids: Multiple werepuppies (lyall and I will raise such beautiful werepuppies together :'))

Vehicle: Broom

sleepover asks

[dayacakrawala]

Learned about the existence of a cracksip Aragog x Ford Anglia (Ron's car) in the Harry Potter fandom. That's how people get by in the dark, not knowing that right next door they can have a giant sentient spider, creepily tricking a flying car into a toxic relationship and filthy web-bondage sex. (And yeah, I mean it. Prowl IS a flying car. Have you seen him when someone gets so pissed off with his bullshit they completely lose their shit on him?)