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[lostinfic]

apriki:

Lucrezia/Cesare Borgia asked by gredandforge-weasley, who didn’t leave an AU setting so I chose modern New York, in which Lucrezia is a stylish and sociopathic black widow serial killer, and Cesare is the corrupt police detective who covers her tracks and leads the investigation in the wrong direction because they are erotically codependent

He promised himself that he would never speak of it, of them - the men who he dumped in the river for her - but one day he could not help himself, and he asked her if she had ever felt lonely. She looked up from her dresser, where she had been trying on lipstick; reds and rouge and vermillion. “I’m never lonely, sweet brother”, she said, their eyes locked in her mirror, “I have you.”

[mysticmeadows]

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

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

Lots of love ~ Alessia. 💛

[spookyobrien]

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[ruffsraven]

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."

[heymxrvel]

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[tehfabbooty]

I MET JAMES & OLIVER PHELPS Y'ALL

[maraudeerlyyours]

“’mione, grammar doesn’t matter...”

said Fred and George.

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

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

The twins groaned.

“Okay,” Fred said. “But only-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

everything seems alright.

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

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

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

[synoir]

I'm loving your stories. Maybe Regulus and Lily, to go on with the Regulus thematic? Would you ship them?

Thank you love, I’m glad you like them!

Yes, yes I’ll ship them together! I never read a story about them, but the Pureblood Prince and Muggleborn Girl is just… Perfection.

And Regulus just knows he should not even look at her. But he just can’t help himself. He doesn’t only look at her, he watches her, as if she is a puzzle and he wants to solve her. 

Mudblood, he thinks in his head -trying the word in his mind, wondering how a meaning can disappear from one’s mind. But it just does.

Maybe it’s because Lily smiles at him even though he is wearing green and silver. In that smile, Regulus finds courage, sitting on the same table with her in the library. He knows that if anyone would see him his mother would find out about it. But maybe that’s courage, and maybe that’s why other Slytherins say Gryffindors are not very smart.

It’s plain stupid to smile at her knowing this after all. It’s so very stupid, and dangerous, and he is risking his life and inheritance. He is surprised to see that he doesn’t care.

When he pulls her towards a hidden alcove in one of the many corridors of the castle and the fear in her eyes disappear when her eyes fell on him, he knows that stupid isn’t such a bad thing to be.

They greet each other stupidly, “Hi,” is the word that drops from her mouth, and he can only say the same thing back at her.

He tells her, then. That he is stupid, and it is probably the worst idea ever but even then, would she go to Hogsmeade with him?

And she agrees that t is stupid, and is he sure? Wouldn’t his parents hear of it? “We don’t have to,” she says. But he is sure. He chooses to be stupid. 

When Sirius sees them in Hogsmeade together, he steps between Regulus and Mulciber. When they look at each other he knows that once again they are brothers. He holds Lily’s hand in his, he feels her shake with anger and fear, and he promises to never let it go.

When the Samhain night of 1981 comes, and he feels their wards breeched, he grabs her hand one last time. “Kreacher!” he calls, a name that he didn’t utter in years, and as he runs down the stairs to meet Voldemort he hears the familiar crack of House Elf appearing. 

Regulus Black dies knowing his wife and son would be safe.

Voldemort sneers at his body.

“Stupid boy.”

I’m playing Would You Ship This? // Send me a ship and I’ll tell you if I’d ship them and maybe a little bit more

[peregrintook]

URL aesthetic for @gredandforge (i’m still seriously in love with your url jsyk)

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[turning-dreams-into-chaos]

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

Loved the piece by the way!!! ❤️ 😊

Why do they hate me?

SLEEPOVER!

[hp-positivityproject]

gredandforge

@gredandforge is possibly one of the nicest people I think I've ever spoken to and is such a lovely person all the time!! And the tags are great fun to read :3 I wish I could give them a hug!

[albuspotthr]

By the way I'm sorry but I just realized I might forgot to send you a recommendation... I wasn't very sure of what to send you because I love a lot of things and I think I ended up not sending anything at all. I'm sorry! Well, I love For a few dollars more, and I love the music in that film. I love that he's trying to avenge her sister and not her daughter or a lover like in a lot of films. I also love the villain in that story, I find him to be so interesting.

ooh thanks eli i’ll check that out!!

want one?

hogwarts house: gryffindor / slytherin / ravenclaw / hufflepuff

ilvermorny house: pukwudgie / thunderbird / wampus / horned serpent

blood status: pure blood / half blood / muggleborn

era: founders / marauders / lightning / next gen

best subject: transfiguration / charms / potions / defense against the dark arts / divination / arithmancy / herbology / history of magic / muggle studies / care of magical creatures / ancient runes / astronomy

patronus: bloodhound / dolphin / deer / eagle / fox / hare / lion / robin / thestral / wolf

spell: alohomora / accio / lumos / nox / sectumsempra / obliviate / imperio / expelliarmus / expecto patronum

quidditch: beater / chaser / keeper / seeker / supportive as hell

hangout: library / dungeons / room of requirement / three broomsticks / prefect’s bathroom / quidditch pitch

best friend(s): hermione granger 

eli(sa): foreign cities with mystical feelings, languages not understood but yet beautiful sounding, poetry on late nights, living in the moment, long russian novels, the warmth of a fireplace, the humid air of a thunderstorm

[ruffsraven]

"Give her hell from us, Peeves."

- Fred Weasley

[dralf0yy]

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

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

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

Part 1

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

The place he proposed to you

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

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

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

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

One year ago

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

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

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

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

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

“You can open your eyes now, love”

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

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

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

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

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

Present

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

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

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

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

***

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

“Something on your mind?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She didn’t—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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[frostiewrites]

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢

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

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

𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕡 - 𝕎𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕝𝕖𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕩 𝕎𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕝𝕖𝕪 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 - 𝟡𝟛𝟟 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪 - 𝕊𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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