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[once-upon-an-imagine]

I got too excited about too many stories and wrote a little of each and then I got stuck so now I don't know what to write 😂 so, as usual, I thought you should decide which story would you like to read next!

In the Stranger Things Corner...

Steve Harrington

How Sweet It Is

Your favorite part about working at Scoops Ahoy is working with your crush; Steve Harrington. Everything was going normally one day until you see the next customer in line is your ex-boyfriend with his new girlfriend and Steve notices.

Never Tear Us Apart

It’s been a long time since Billy died. It has been even a longer time since he and you had broken up. You are moving on with Steve and you have never been happier. So why are you getting headaches, nightmares and seeing things that aren’t there?

Eddie Munson

That Went Wrong

You, Eddie Munson, and your first date. What could possible go wrong?

I Wanna Dance With Somebody

Eddie has always known that one of the main reasons why he fell in love with you is because you are the most opposite to him he can think of. So why is that now one of the things that is making him feel insecure about his relationship with you?

Argyle

(500 Miles) [Chapter 2]

[Hopper!Reader] After moving to California with your sister and you new family, you think maybe you’ll finally get some peace. But, of course, you are now driving across the country in your boyfriend’s pizza van, on your way back to Hawkins.

Perfecta

When you go over to your best friend’s house after breaking up with your boyfriend, you get more than you were expecting for.

In the Harry Potter Corner...

James Potter

Lean On Me

[Potter!Reader]Your brother James comforts you after the same guy keeps asking you out and doesn’t want to take no for an answer. 

Charlie Weasley

Here Is Gone

[Black-Lupin!Reader] It has been a very long time since you have seen Charlie Weasley. And now that you have seen him again, you are panicking because some very old feelings are resurfacing and you don’t know what to do. 

[clarrissanewt]

Hi, can you do like Harry and reader flirting even during work time at the Ministry?

P/s: they already married

No pressure if you don't want to, I'm not complaining :)

Worth the Trouble

Pairing: Harry Potter x fem!reader

Warnings: established relationship, fluff, fluff, fluff

Requests are open!

GIF not mine! Credits go to the original creator!

A/n: when harry and flirtation meet, the result is deadly;)

“What’s up, hot stuff?”

Y/n swore she almost slipped from her creaking office chair at those words.

What was her husband- Harry Potter, she may ask, doing in her cabin, that too in a month when the aurors gasp for a breath from these stale paperwork? Was he still cathartic enough to potter around (puns are rather important, in her opinion) and...well, flirt around with his wife of five years?

She never knows.

“Woah there! “Long time no see, Mr. Potter.” She decided to play along, and with an impish smile, twirled the muggle pen (which she brought with Hermione). “Hasn’t your wife, I must ask, not threatened you to refrain from entering a room without knocking?”

He ran his calloused fingers through that mess of his raven hair, already getting the hint of continuing. As his scar still shined behind the drape of his adamant locks, Y/n gave out a little sigh- not of annoyance but of thankfulness. Harry was the best she could ever ask for; even though they had spent five years in an eternal bond, they could hardly get enough of each other.

That’s what love does to you, she smiled as he scoffed in pretended hurt.

“Now when you have such colleagues at work, I couldn’t be more happy that I walked in without knocking.”

“Oh Merlin, I missed that mischievous glance!” Her hands drummed the surface of the wooden table with a thud as Harry’s green orbs squinted at her, and the way a badly hidden smirk adorned his experienced face, all she wanted was to grab that face of his and- you know the rest…

“Glances are just a part of how well we work together,” his steps were slow and teasing. “How about you go on a date with me and I make you fall in love?”

This man had lost it, she laughed. And mimicking his posture, her arms rested on the table, the view of how freaking handsome he looked in the auror clothes (she made a mental note to ask Hermione who invented them- she owed them a thanks) already wanting her to break this play.

“So has the famous Harry Potter already fallen for his colleague? Not that it matters, but did it hurt when you fell?”

“Godric, how am I supposed to get out of this colleague-zone?” He was inches away from Y/n, his breath warm and tingling over her ear as his fingers encased her jaw with a gentle firmness. “Should we give kissing a shot?”

“Wo-woah, of course not, Harry!” She walked back and hit the stray stand, PDA in the Ministry already filling her veins with dread. “Your way of flirtation is truly awful!”

“Fine,” he huffed and dusted his clean shirt, “but does it work?”

Slitting her eyes in disgust, she turned and started stacking the bundle of papers before muttering a low “maybe…”

And when she felt his arms slithering across her waist and his chin resting over her shoulder, she knew he wouldn’t let her work in peace.

“I was just wondering that you deserve an answer,” with a flick of his fingers he stuffed her stray locks behind her ear, “it didn’t hurt when I fell for you...you know, I’m heartless?”

“Are you asking?”

“Not really. I went heartless because my heart’s all yours.”

“For Merlin’s sake, ask me out nicely,” Y/n swivelled in his grip and cupped his cheeks. “I know you are dying to.”

Five years worth of marriage and she still felt like a crazy teenager of Hogwarts simping in love when he went to kiss her. And when his cold lips caressed hers, she yelped in horror as the door of her cabin opened again, but with an obvious violent force.

Hermione stood there, her arms crossed across her chest, her eyes rolling in disgust at her two friends.

Well, they are in deep shit.

“Honestly, third time this week!” She retorted and slammed the door behind her. “You both act like imbecile kids! Merlin, even kids don’t act like this-”

Y/n silently slapped away Harry’s arm as he ignored the reprimands of the Minister of Magic, and continued drumming his fingers against her back.

“I don’t understand how Teddy tolerates both of your- what...flirtation on wildfire back home!”

“Hermione-” Y/n’s eyes widened just to be interrupted by the muggle-born witch again.

“Harry, I know you are behind all this, I know Y/n won’t think something like this out of blue moon-”

“Hermione,” Harry sighed and pointed behind her, “your howler...Pig just took it, I guess.”

Y/n could see a different shade of emotions running through her orbs as she covered her mouth.

“Well then, Hermione,” Y/n offered her a warm smile at the faux pas she just committed, “do something before Ron gets your ‘boss lady’ form of threatening.”

As the bushy-haired lady nodded frantically and ran away, Harry gave out a husky short laugh.

“Well then, hot stuff, you were worth the trouble.”

[if-found-return-to-sender]

Telling the Truth- George Weasley

The truth is sometimes hard.

Sometimes it’s something that we wish we could forget but we will remember for the rest of our lives.

This was that time where I wish I could forget.

Where I wish I could go back in time and change what happened to save the broken hearts of my family.

But I can’t.

Fred Weasley is gone.

It’s been ten years, and our family has never recovered from the brother and son we loved so dearly.

To me, he was one of the loves of my life.

Yes, just one of them. You say that a lot when you fall in love with a set of twins.

The Weasley Twins.

The infamous mischievous pranksters pulled me into their trap when we were in our sixth year at Hogwarts. Originally only dated George but had the hots for both of them.

Eventually, they brought up the idea of being in a polyamorous relationship.

I was shocked but agreed with the fact I didn’t have to keep it a secret that I had a crush on both of the boys. And I loved both of them equally.

Most times were filled with laughter and joy.

With the few arguments and fights in between those memorable moments.

Just like any other relationship.

And just like any other relationship it ended and the three of us became just the two of us.

Me and George.

Nobody took the death of Fred as bad as George and I did.

Everyone else lost a friend, a brother, or a son.

George and I lost our soulmate.

A part of us we had to learn to let go.

A part of us we would have to teach and show to our little ones.

Regretting the fact that Fred never would get to have any of his own to raise with us.

Something George and I were dreading to have to do one day.

A day we were not ready for until we were asked by the small faces of our twin girls. (Apparently, twins run heavily in the family bloodline.)

The twins have just turned nine. Their birthday is on May 31st, just a day away from their father’s and uncle’s.

They have both grown into a perfect mix of George and myself that it’s unsure to say who they actually look like.

The first to be born out of the twins is Minevera Rose. She has grown into her brown hair that has always been long and the big green eyes she was born with. Her nickname is Minnie

Born just ten minutes later is the second out of the twins Marlene Andromeda. It was a surprise to see all the red hair she had on her head when she was born, to go along with the brown eyes given to her by her father. Her nickname is Lena.

We knew we were going to have to do this sooner or later.

But later sounds like the better option out of the two of them.

“Mum, When can we know who is in that photo with Dad?” the little redhead asked me.

I looked over at George with fright on my face. Wishing to just ignore the topic completely. When it came to moving on from his death, neither George nor myself have. Although we’ve both come to terms with it, it is still something that none of the Weasley like to talk about.

Because it makes us think about the dreaded day that we lost him.

I was holding him.

The last thing he did was kiss me while holding his brother’s hand.

“Come on love don’t you think it’s time. They are just two years away from going to Hogwarts and are going to find out there if we never tell them,” George says to me while releasing a sigh.

I didn’t want to.

But he was right.

When they got to Hogwarts like their older cousins they would find the portrait on the wall with his name plastered on the frame. As one of the greats that sacrificed his life to win a war.

“Alright but I’m not promising I’m not going to cry,” I say back to him.

He nods at me as to say he’s not either.

“Before I tell you why don’t you go get your other siblings.”

The twins ran up the stairs bumping into each other as they went up. They came back just a short time after with their brothers and sister.

Frederick Gideon II: our first son, born just a year after the twins. Named after his uncle, a mirrored image of his father freckles and all. Nickname: Freddie.

Arthur Harold: second son, born two years after Freddie. Named after his grandfather and uncle. He has brown hair with matching brown eyes, looking identical to me. Nickname Artie.

Theodora Ginevra: youngest child and daughter, born a year after Artie. Only her middle name comes from someone else her aunt Ginny. She has auburn hair with green eyes, a perfect mix between George and I. Nickname: Theo.

Five beautiful children over the ten years of our marriage. 

The youngest is just five years old. She was a surprise, to say the least, but we love her just the same.

“Are you ready to learn about your uncle Fred?” George asks.

I see Freddie’s face light up with excitement at the name. Making me smile.

“You mean like my name,” the freckled boy asked?

“Yes exactly like your name. You are named after him,” I tell him.

He smiles at me after my response.

“When I was born I had a twin and he was born just a little bit before I was,” George starts.

“Just like us,” Lena says while looking at Minnie.

“Just like you two. He and I grew up and did everything together. We pulled pranks, learned magic together. Along the way, while we were at Hogwarts we met your mother. Then the three of us became good friends, and then I started dating your mom and we were like three peas in a pod. But then came the battle of Hogwarts. It was good vs. evil. The three of us were fighting for good, and it came at a cost. After what we thought was the end of the battle your mother and I walked into the Great Hall that was being used as a makeshift infirmary and we saw your uncle Fred laying in one of the cots. He wasn’t doing the greatest. He had been pinned under a wall after being hit with an explosion. We didn’t know how much time we had left with him but we knew it wasn’t long,” his expression becomes sad,” So your mother and I stayed by his side until the very end. It was only a couple more minutes before he was gone, and we had lost your uncle. That day we all lost a part of us that we weren’t going to get back.”

At this point, the tears had started to roll down both of our faces remembering our last moments with the man we loved.

“Where did he go?” Theo asked us.

“He went where all the great wizards go. Which is a place we will never know until we get the chance to go there,” I chimed in for him while wiping away the tears.

“Mum, did you love our uncle like you love our dad?” Minnie asked.

“Yes, yes I did. I didn’t think it was possible to have two soulmates, but after dating your father for a while I realized I loved both of them the same. Realizing that I had two people to love for the rest of my life. And that they would love me for the rest of theirs. For Fred, it was for three years that he got to love me. Your father will love me for the rest of his life no matter how long he has,” I said to them,” love is confusing, and you can never really figure it out. You learn as you go.”

“Mum is it possible for me to have more than one soulmate?” Freddie asks.

“Maybe, you’ll never know until you find them,” I answer.

“I can’t wait to find mine,” says Minnie.

“Me either,” Lena says to her.

“I’ll tell you this though. You’ll never be expecting it when you find them,” I tell them. The response I receive from them is the nods of their little heads.

They then start to talk to each other about when they think they’ll meet their soulmate. 

I take the moment to look up at George.

He has a happy but sad smile on his face while looking at me.

I get up and walk to the kitchen, with a smile, to get a moment away from the little chatter coming from my little ones. I begin to make myself a cup of coffee.

I hear footsteps approach me.

I know it’s George.

He puts his arms around me and places a kiss on my head.

“You know he would be the best uncle and father if he was still here,” George whispers to me.

I turn around to face him.

“I know. I also know he’s never left. He’s always been here, he left pieces of himself in each of us. And we’ve made them even tinier pieces with those tiny humans in the other room,” I say back to him.

“I wonder what they’ll think of the new Gryffindor ghost once they get to Hogwarts,” George says to me.

“Oh I have a few ideas,” I giggle back to him.

[earlgreydream]

| regulus black masterlist |

One shots:

home. (s,f) requested. your first time with Regulus

air of innocence. (s,f) requested. sleepy sex with dom!Regulus

unexpected. (s,f,a) requested. you meet Regulus, who is nothing like what you expected 

Blurbs:

cocoa. (f) requested. late night sleepy conversations with regulus

clean. (f,a) cleaning up regulus when he’s too sad to do it himself 

[poppyisnotaflower]

Hermione: Now, if you don't mind, I’m going to bed before either of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed or worse… expelled!

Y/n: moine, if we get killed we get expelled all the way to hell.

George: it is concerning you think you're going to hell.

Fred and Y/n: it's acceptance mate.

[gg-sky--gg-sky]

Date // Tom Felton

Y/n’s Pov- I was sitting in my apartment on my weekend off and I was staring at my phone wondering whether or not to FaceTime Tom this early in the morning. We would usually FaceTime at night since he usually had a weird work schedule, but I was just tempted today. As I was about to press the FaceTime button, Tom’s contact picture popped up, he was FaceTiming me instead. “Heyyy, I was just about to FaceTime you” I smiled. “Great minds think alike,” he laughed, “What were you gonna call me about?” t. “Nothing in particular I was just bored” I sighed. “Well lucky for you I was calling to ask you to hang out” t. “Perfect timing. Where are we going?” y/n . “That’s a surprise”t. “Then how am I supposed to get there?” y/n. “I’m picking you up duh” he laughed, ”be ready by 10,” he said and hung up… “So where are we going?” I asked Tom as he started up the car. “We’re going to the Farmers Market” t. “Ooh the farmers market. I was just thinking about how I wanted some fresh pressed juice” I smiled… “We have arrived,” Tom said, pulling into the parking spot in front of the market. “Where to first m’lady?” t. “Mmm that bread looks good, but I also want that juice I was talking about” y/n. “Right, let’s find a juice station then,” he said, extending his arm out to me. I intertwined my arm with his and we walked around the market looking for the juice stand… We were walking around when I spotted a little gathering happening, “What’s going on over there?” y/n. “That’s what we’re here for, it’s a wine tasting event” t. “What??? You didn’t tell me this was happening” I said getting excited, but low key nervous that he would see me a bit tipsy since I for sure wasn’t gonna spit out the wine and waste good wine…. “Yes this one is quite wonderful” I mimicked a posh accent. “It is quite wonderful” Tom laughed, smacking his tongue. We saw an employee walk towards us and we quickly chugged the rest of the little sample we had. “I see your guys’ bucket is empty, I advise you don’t get out of hand or we might have to escort you guys out” the employee said in a creepy warning tone with a smile. “Mhm” we both nodded and he walked away. “I advise you don’t get out of hand” I mimicked laughing and Tom bursted out laughing with me. I looked at Tom while he was laughing and grabbed his face pulling him in to kiss me. Shocked at first he hesitated, but then pulled me closer to him by my waist and kissed me back passionately. “Woah” he laughs slightly as we separate. “Omg sorry. You just looked really hot right now” I laughed a little embarrassed at how aggressive I was. “No need to apologize, I quite enjoyed that” he chuckled… We had left the wine tasting event so that we could walk off the wine and walked around the market trying different samples of the produce, bread, and cheeses… “So you’re just gonna drop me off now?” I sighed as we were on our way back to my apartment. “I think we should keep this going. I’m having a lot of fun today” Tom smiled. “Me too. Ooh we could get take out and watch some movies. Not Harry Potter this time I promise” I suggested. “That sounds fun. Oh oh you know what we could do? What if we go to a drive-in movie theatre?” t. “Yes! We can take food and blankets!” y/n…. “No no not that one” I cringed at the movie he suggested. “Then which one?” Tom groaned. “Mmm how about The Nightmare Before Christmas?” t. “I think... yes” I smiled… “Stoppp. That’s not funny” I tried to stifle my laugh. “Oh really? Then why are you laughing?” tom laughed, poking my side. “Because you’re an idiot” I laughed trying to block him hands from tickling me. “The other people are gonna get mad at us stop” I whispered scream. I grabbed his hand, stopping him from poking me, he looked at me laughing and smiled at me, bringing his head down closer to mine. He placed a short kiss to my lips and held my hand. “Ok fine, let’s try to get through the rest of this movie without disturbing the peace” he sighed. “Mhm” I smiled covering us with a blanket and snuggling into him. He wrapped his arms around me and rested his head on top of mine… I grabbed some cotton candy for myself and then grabbed some more and held it above my head for Tom to eat. I grabbed another bite and then the same, I felt Tom laughing, “What?” I asked. “Nothing he chuckled. You’re funny” t. “Howww???” y/n. “You eat a piece, then give me a piece, then you get another bite and hand me another bite” he laughed lightly. I smiled lightly, I hadn’t really noticed how cheesy I was being. “I won’t feed you anymore then” I laughed. “What?! No why?” he whined. “Because you have your own hands” y/n. “But my hands are busy hugging you” t. “Mmm good point” I nodded, popping some popcorn into his mouth… “Well that was a fun hangout” he smiled. He was walking me to my apartment, our hands intertwined. “We always end up making more plans while at our plans” I laughed. “Because we enjoy each other's company” t. “I guess so” I smiled. We arrived in front of my apartment and he stood in front of me and held both of my hands. “Speaking of enjoying each others company, we’ve been enjoying each other's company a lot lately and I was wondering… Would you be my girlfriend?” t. I smiled widely at him and brought him down to give him a kiss. “Of course I would” I smiled at him holding his hands again. He grabbed my face and gave me another kiss, I could feel his smile. “Glad we’ll be enjoying more of each other's company then” he laughed.

-SKY

gif credit to @jordaangx​ 

[accio-moony]

Not My Type || George Weasley x Reader Angst/Fluff

Request: { @jxsminedrxgon​ asked @eleven-times-lively​: “Hi! I was wondering if I could get a George Weasley x transfer student (female) Ravenclaw angst that turns to fluff?”}

Word Count: ~6K [way too fucking long but I had originally planned more] [not completely proofread]

Summary: you’re a transfer student, new to Hogwarts, and a particular Weasley seems to be infatuated with you, and you deny it to yourself that you’re equally as infatuated. Jealousy makes you admit it to yourself, and eventually to him. [takes place during The Goblet of Fire/1994/George’s 6th year, but there is no tournament. There is quidditch as usual and there is a yule ball as if it is a yearly thing.]

WARNINGS: angst? Exploding potion, detention, idk

*not my gifs*

Being a transfer student is rarely easy, that’s for sure. It’s not often that someone jumps the pond, already knowing people on the other side. As you try not to scare yourself, you stare out the misty, wet window to the expansive hills flying by. Your father got a new job, which meant moving from North America to England. At your previous school, Ilvermorny, you were familiar with everything as you had gone there for the better part of the past five years. By second year, you knew the halls like the back of your hand, and you belonged to a group of friends within your house, Thunderbird. But now, as you ride the Hogwarts Express to your new school, you can’t help but feel nervous. Everything will be different, except that you’ll still be learning magic, something you were born into, and your parents were over the moon that you’d attend the same school they did — the school they met at. Until now.

Yet, now, as the train screeches to an eventual halt, everything is beyond your imagination. You aren’t quite sure what to expect, or what to do exactly, but you know you’ll keep to yourself and follow the rules. A new start isn’t necessarily so bad.

You stand on your toes, grab the handle of your new trunk, and haul it down, almost crushing yourself with its weight. You open the compartment door and check the halls for a clear spot to step out; they’re bustling with people greeting their friends and trying to get off the train first. As soon as an opening comes, you step into the corridor and struggle to drag your case and keep up with the crowd at the same time. The mild September heat engulfs you as you near the door of the train cart, and you can hear the shouts of other students as they scurry around in the rain.

As you step into the rain, you look at the world around you, finding a sign reading Hogsmead Station. You could’ve stood there all night, rain or shine, and taken in the new scenery, but the crowd jostled you along with them and towards some carriages. Many groups piled into the carriages together, still wrapped in conversation. You stood back, waiting for an empty one, and seized your moment when you saw one pulls forward, drawn by seemingly nothing. 

“Leave your trunk here, miss,” you hear a raspy voice from behind you. 

You turn to see an older man with many wrinkles and thin, messy grey hair standing next to a pile of hundreds of trunks. “Sorry, sir,” you apologize to him and give him your trunk. “I���m a transfer student.”

“Evidently,” he sneers at you, looking at you as though he smelled something fowl. 

“Right,” you say to yourself and run back to the carriages. The one that you were about to get on before being called for your trunk was now almost full. Quickly, you nutty up to the back and muster up all your courage to speak to them. “Excuse me?” You clear your throat, and the two boys who were sat turn to look at you. “May I- uh- may I ride with you?”

The girl in the wagon lifts her head finally, her bushy hair bouncing around her. “Oh, hi! Of course,” she smiles and motions to the seat in front of her. 

The two boys fall back into conversation as you sit down next to a tall red-headed boy. The girl had returned her head to be buried in the book she holds, and though you don’t want to be rude and interrupt her, you also don’t want to sit in awkward silence while the two boys talks loudly. “Uh, what’re you reading?” You ask, shyly.

She looks up at you, a big smiling growing on her face. “Oh, goodness. I like you already; these two gits never care for books.” She hands you the book, and you look over the colorful cover. “It’s called A Wrinkle in Time.” She explains. “It’s a muggle novel by Madeleine L’Engle.”

You look up at her, almost confused. “I don’t think I’ve ever met another witch who reads Muggle books,” you state.

“Oh, well,” she chuckles. “I’m muggle-born.” She almost shrinks, as if she’s scared of your reaction. 

“Oh, that’s awesome!” You smile, and hers returns.

“Oi!” The red-headed boy next to you calls, and you and the bushy-haired girl look over at him. “You’re from America aren’t you?”

“Oh, uh,” you scoff to yourself, knowing you should already be expecting this question. “Yeah, I am.”

“Is this your first year at Hogwarts?” The girl asks. 

“Yeah, it is.”

“Welcome! I’m Hermione Granger. This is Ronald Weasley,” she motions to the redhead next to you, “and Harry Potter.”

“It’s wonderful to meet you guys. I’m Y/n Y/l/n.”

“You can call me Ron, by the way,” says the redhead. “Hermione and my mum are the only ones who call me Ronald.” You nod.

“And fair warning: my older brothers — they’re twins and loud so you can’t miss them — anyway, I’m pretty sure George has a thing for American girls.”

“Great.”

When the carriage rounds the next corner, a castle beyond what you could dream of glows against a lake and mountains. Your jaw drops as you look up at it.

“It’s truly beautiful,” says Hermione. “You’ll get used to it soon enough though.”

“I’m not sure I want to get used to it,” you say, still awe-struck until you realize how that may have sounded rude. “I mean — it’s so amazing I could look at it forever. I never want to feel used to something like this and not be in awe every time I see it.”

The boys look at you with blank looks on their faces. 

“Sorry, that didn’t make any sense.”

“I know what you mean,” Hermione places a hand on your arm. “The first years take little boats across the lake to the castle for their sorting ceremony. And now that I think of it, I wonder if you should’ve gone with them. That’s okay though, I’ll introduce you to Professor McGonagall — she handles the ceremony every year.”

Hermione stays to her word, and once the four of you have dismounted the carriage, the boys go ahead of you two, and Hermione walks with you to the front doors of the castle. “What year are you, Y/n?” She asks you as you both walk up the stone steps.

“Uh, sixth,” you say.

“Oh, goodness,” she laughs. “What?” You say, on the verge of panicking.

“Ron, Harry, and I are fourth,” she says simply. “But Fred and George — Ron’s brothers — they’re sixth years.” She looks up at you and raises an eyebrow suggestively.

“Oh, great,” you sigh.

“Professor!” She calls when the two of you cross the threshold. 

An older woman with grey hair tucked under a large witch’s hat turns toward her, her emerald green robes falling down her tall figure.

“Welcome back, Miss Granger!” Her sharp tone intimidating but still welcoming. “Is there something you need help with, dear?”

“Oh, not me, Professor. This is Y/n Y/l/n. It’s her first year at Hogwarts — a transfer student.”

“Yes, of course,” she smiles warmly. “Welcome, Miss Y/l/n. You can stay here with me until the ceremony begins. Hermione, dear, go take your seat.”

“Yes, ma’am,” she smiles and turns on her heals, beginning to walk away.

“Hermione?” You call after her, and she turns back to you. “Could I borrow that book when you finish it?”

“Of course!” She says, her smile wide enough to tear her cheeks. 

After the main herd of students had filed into the Great Hall, a much smaller group of students enters the Entrance Hall, though they may have seen like a much smaller group not only because there were fewer of them, but also because they were smaller children, especially next to the very large bushy man accompanying them. You follow them and Professor McGonagall into the Great Hall and listen to her introduction speech.

After several moments, she stands next to the old hat, which then tells a poem through the rip in the brim. 

“We’ll start with our transfer student,” she smiles down at you, and you straighten your posture. “Miss Y/l/n, if you will take a seat.”

You walk to the front of the group and sit on the short stool in front of the podium. The hat lowers onto your head, and you can hear it humming as it thought.

Next to Ron, at the Gryffindor table, Fred and George look at you, and then between themselves, then back to you. “Wicked,” they say in a unison that would make it seem like they share a brain. 

“RAVENCLAW!” The hat bellows through the hall.

“Damn,” the twins say together, and look down at their plates in identical movements, the trio also seeming disappointed. Though Fred and George aren’t going to give up that easily — at least George isn’t going to give up that easily that is, and he drags Fred along with him through everything, not that Fred ever minds.

Once the feast is over, and you’re following the other Ravenclaws to the common room, you almost run into two people, when they practically suddenly appear in front of you, having been running and then suddenly stopping. You look up as you stumble so as to not physically run into them. You’re met with the faces of two identical boys, both of them with shoulder-length, shaggy red hair, and you conclude to yourself that they must be Ron’s older twin brothers.

“You’re the new girl,” one twin says matter-of-factly. 

You nod and plaster a painfully obvious fake smile onto your face.

“I’m Fred,” says the other twin, gesturing to himself. “And this is my less attractive brother, George.”

Despite your best efforts, as you look back and forth between the two boys in front of you, noting the subtle differences so you can tell them apart, you can’t help but think how handsome they both are, and undeniably charming. You have to remind yourself that you’re not a social person, at least not yet to those at Hogwarts, and you’d like to keep your head down and out of trouble. 

“Hi,” you entertain them. “I’m Y/n.”

“Pleasure,” George cheerily bows before you.

You giggle, not being able to stop yourself. “The pleasure is mine,” you smile and give an equally cheesy curtsy.

“Say, how do you feel about Quidditch, Y/n?” Fred asks.

“I love Quidditch!” You pipe. “I was a Chaser for my house back at Ilvermorny.”

“Well, George and I play,” Fred explains, George being left quiet, almost seeming suddenly shy. “We’re Gryffindor’s Beaters. And we heard that Ravenclaw is short a Chaser.”

Your face lights up, excited by the opportunity for a familiar past time.

“You should ask Flitwick,” George finally speaks again. “He’s head of the Ravenclaw house.”

“And the Charms Professor,” Fred continues. 

“Well, thank you for the heads up then, boys,” you smile, and walk off after the rest of your house without another word.

Next day, the first day of term, you end up having a Charms class with both of the Weasley twins. You notice the two of them turn and pay attention to you as you walk up to Professor Flitwick. 

“Professor Flitwick?” You call, standing politely behind him. 

The extremely short man turns to you. “Ah, yes,” he claps his hands together. “Miss Y/l/n, welcome to Hogwarts and to the Ravenclaw house!”

“Thank you, sir,” you smile. 

“How can I help you?”

“Well,” you start. “I got a tip from someone that one of the Chaser positions for the house team is open. I was wondering if I could try out for the spot? I was a Chaser at Ilvermorny.”

“Oh no need to try out, dear. No one else seems to want it. It’s yours!”

“Wow, ok. Thank you, Professor.”

You turn and take a seat at one of the desk rows across the room from the twins, but closer to the front of the room, closer to the blackboard. You pull your reading glasses out of your bag along with your Charms book and quill. You put your wand neatly in front of you on the desk, and your ink pot in the corner of your area. 

Professor Flitwick clears his throat from the front of the room as he climbs onto a stack of books to be well seen by the students. You slide you glasses up your nose, quickly glancing at the twins, subconsciously hopping that they’ll have already been looking at you, but they were huddled into a small group with another Gryffindor boy in a deep discussion. 

As class begins, and Professor Flitwick explains what to expect from this term, the boys don’t break their herd until their names are called loudly by the shrill voice of the Professor.

“If both Misters Weasley and Mister Jordan would pay attention,” he called them out, quickly pulling their attention to the front. “While I know that the first day of class is usually the most boring, if you pay attention, it will save from questions you will have later.”

Fred, George and their friend turned to the front for just a moment, but as soon as Professor Flitwick had turned to find the papers he was going to hand out — well float out — the boys turned back to their huddle and continued their conversation like nothing had happened. 

“Detention, Mister Fred and George Weasley, and Mister Lee Jordan,” the Professor called, without even turning to see that they were back to talking. “And 10 points from Gryffindor —“

The Gryffindor students, including the group of three that have just cost their house points, groan loudly as they start the term with negative points. 

“— each,” Professor Flitwick finishes, and the groaning becomes louder. 

One student on the opposite end of the class threw something across the room at the three boys, an apple that Professor Flitwick caught with a simple flick of his wand and returned to the students desk. 

“Detention for you, too, Miss Johnson.”

For the remainder of class, you did your best to pay attention to the lesson, but found it increasingly difficult. While the boys kept the talking to a minimum, you could feel George’s eyes on you the whole time. The moment Professor Flitwick dismisses class, you gather all your belongings in a handful — something you never do due to the level of unorganizedness — and bolt from the room, but not quick enough. 

“Oi, Y/n!” You heard the twins call after you in unison, and sigh as you politely stop and turn to them with a half smile. 

The events of the last hour and a half had left you disappointed to say the least. After your encounter with the twins after the feast the night before, you had begun to think maybe befriending them wouldn’t be such a bad thing, but seeing them not pay attention in class and get disciplined on the first day of term harmed your hopes, though you weren’t going to start being rude to them.

“Hello, boys,” you greet them as they approach you. 

“Say,” Fred begins, “we were wondering if you’d like to do our Charms homework?”

George remained silent once again as you gave them both a look of astonishment. 

“Absolutely not!” You scoffed, changing your mind slightly on the ‘not being ride the them’.

“You’re our only Ravenclaw friend,” he continues, “and with Quidditch and planning, we hardly have time to eat and sleep, so we thought we’d at least try.”

“Fred thought,” George corrects him, and Fred subtly nudges him with his elbow. 

“I don’t mean to be rude,” you say softly, “but we’re not friends. We only met twelve hours ago, and now that I’ve seen the way you two are, I’m not sure I would consider becoming friends with you.”

“What do you mean, ‘the way you two are’?” Fred laughs. “We’re two fine lads if I do say so myself.”

“Fred,” George says, almost pleading.

“Y/n!” Another voice calls behind you, and you wonder how there are already so many people who know you. You turn away from the boys and down the hall to see the trio you met on the carriage marching down the corridor. “I finished the book,” Hermione smiles at you and pulls the book out of her bag, handing it over to you.

“Thank you, Hermione!” You smile. “I’ll be sure to give it back once I’m done. Shouldn’t be too long.”

“No worries.” “Say, George,” Ron says, looking quizzically behind you. “You’re awfully quiet; are you feeling okay?”

“It’s nothing,” George mutters and leaves to walk down the hall, almost at a jog.

Fred winks at you before following his twin, and you turn back to the trio blushing.

“Don’t let those two morons bother you, Y/n,” Hermione assures you, putting a hand on your forearm kindly.

“I’ve never seen anyone make George nervous before — much less quiet,” Ron admits. “You must be one hell of a girl in his eyes.”

“Uh, yeah,” you mutter, looking down at your black flats against the beautiful stone floors as you shyly rub the back of your neck. “I’ve got to get to my next lesson,” you smile to the three fourth years. “I’ll see you guys later.” Without waiting for a response from the group you continue down the hall, but stop at the corner before turning it and look back over your shoulder in time to see Ron shrug at something Hermione said as they enter the Charms classroom.

Fred and George end up being in several of your classes, including Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts. One fall morning, on your way down to the dungeons for Potions, you hear the two familiar and almost identical voices talking outside the hall. Before you could turn the corner and see them, you hear your name being mentioned.

“It’s obvious you like Y/n, George,” Fred says.

You stop in your tracks behind the corner, thinking about how throughout the term so far, Fred and George have been restless. You’ve witness their pranks and loud jokes. During Quidditch games, Fred forces the bludgers at you, nearly knocking you off every time. The one time he actually managed to, George quickly flew down to the ground to see if you were okay, but you rolled your eyes as you got up with Hermione’s help. “Fuck off, Weasley,” you had jeered at him as you stumbled off the pitch and towards Madame Pomfrey to be cleared to continue the game. Once you were cleared, you worked harder than you had before at Hogwarts, and though Harry caught the snitch, Ravenclaw was only two goals away from having won without the snitch. You feel a bit bad about having told him to ‘fuck off’ when he didn’t do anything wrong, but you’re also mad that Fred thinks that’s a suitable way to get your attention. 

“Well, no shit, Sherlock,” George scoffs at his brother, still out of your line of sight. “How could I not? She’s the most gorgeous person I’ve ever seen. She’s smart and funny and dorky and adorable and everything I’d ever want. Her being good at Quidditch is always a plus, but because the move you pulled at the game last week, she’s bound to still be mad at me.”

“Make it up to her then!” Fred protests. “I’ve seen the way she looks at you — like you’re an idiot, but a handsome idiot, you know?”

“Thanks?”

“You just have to try, brother. You’re the George Weasley, you can do anything you want.”

“Whatever,” he sighs and you hear footsteps retreat down the corridor.

You take this as your signal to stop hiding, to stop ease-dropping, and go to class. You quickly turn the corner and hurry into the Potions room, finding everyone standing around the room instead of in seats. 

“What’s going on?” You ask a fellow Ravenclaw girl. 

“New partner assignment, I think,” she explains, without really even looking up at you, keeping her nose in the Potions book, turned to the page which you assume is what today’s lesson will be, though you can’t see what the title of the page is.

“Quiet!” Professor Snape’s deep nasally voice echos through the dungeon over the loud conversations of the students, effectively quieting them.”You have new partners as of today,” he said, then began to call out last names in pairs.

“Y/l/n,” he calls, then pauses to think of who to pair you with. “Weasley,” he decides, and you swallow the lump in your throat.

“Which one?” Fred pipes from across the room.

“I don’t care,” he says, then continues to pair off students.

You quickly take a seat at a desk in the second row, waiting for whichever twin to join you, but you had a feeling it would be George because of what you just heard in the hall.

“Hi, Y/n,” he says as he takes the seat next to you.

“Hi, George,” you say with a smile, but don’t look up from your Potions book to look at him.

“How’d you know I’m George and not Fred?” He says, and this time you do look up at him.

“Uh,” you hesitate, “gut feeling?”

“A Befuddlement Draught,” Snape begins as George sits down next to you and slouches back in his chair. You try not to pay attention to George and his demeanor, comparing it to your own, instead of paying attention to Professor Snape’s pre-lesson speech. “Is a potion that causes the drinker to become belligerent and reckless.” He looks between the Weasley twins. “The ingredients are scurry grass, lovage, and sneezewort.”

You wrote quickly as he spoke, taking notes to help you with studying and homework later. George looked at you, then pulled our his own piece of parchment, but he wasn’t writing notes. He wanted to seem like he was, but really he was righting a sort of journal entry about how beautiful he thinks you are, so paying attention even less than if he wasn’t “taking notes”.

“These plants are most efficacious in the inflaming of the brain,” Snape continues, and you recognize his words as a passage from the Potions book you had read to get ahead. “And are therefore much used in Confusing and Befuddlement Draughts, where the wizard is desirous of producing hot-headedness and recklessness.”

You laugh to yourself slightly, just loud enough for only George to hear, and he quickly looks up at you at the beautiful sound. 

“What’s so funny?” He whispers.

You hesitate a moment while you smile to yourself. “You wouldn’t need this potion to be reckless, would you, Weasley?”

His face turns beat red, and as you look over at him, he quickly folds his piece of parchment and stuffs it into his bag haphazardly.

“You will be making this today,” Professor Snape said, waving his wand at the blackboard, making the chalk write the instructions on its own. “It is nearly impossible to mess up.” He looked around the room down his long nose, examining every student. He sees your readiness and eagerness to start, and he notes the twins lack of interest as they look across the dungeon at each other mouthing in conversation. Snape rolls up the papers in his hand and walks towards you and George’s desk. He lifts the parchment and brings it down rough on George’s head and making you gasp while he looks sternly at Fred. “Get started.”

You tie your hair up effortlessly, and George can’t help but notice how beautiful and natural you look. Then as you walk off to go get the ingredients listed on the board and in the book, he looks after you longingly, following you like a lost puppy as he grabs random ingredients from the shelves.

When you come back, you slide your house robe off your shoulders and drape it over your chair, getting to work as you roll up the sleeves of your jumper. 

“Are you going to let me help?” George asks.

You look at him, silent for a moment as you think. “Are you going to actually help, or blow it up like every other potion you and your brother make.”

“I’d like to actually help.”

“Okay then, would you put the sneezewort into the cauldron?” You ask him politely. 

He picks up an ingredient, not paying quite enough attention to what and holds it over the cauldron as he looks over your book. 

“George, no!” You yell and reach out to grab his arm. “That’s —“ but it was too late. 

George had dropped what he was holding into the pot, and it immediately blew up. You screamed as you covered yourself with your arms and ducked, but George was too shocked by his own action to react, and his face was left covered in dirt. 

You stand back up and look over at him. “That was an Erumpent horn!” You exclaim. George looks down at his hands, not knowing what to say. The clicking of boots fills the dungeon as everyone had gone silent and was staring at the two of you. You look up and see Professor Snape approaching you. 

“You’re quite right, Miss Y/l/n,” Snape says, and you blush deeply. “Maybe you should have been watching him more carefully.”

“I thought I was, I thought I could trust him,” you mutter, more to yourself than anyone else. 

“50 points from Gryffindor,” he sneers, and you jerk your head to look at George, who’s face is almost expressionless. “And Ravenclaw as well.”

“But sir —“ you begin. 

“And detention, Saturday evening.” 

Your jaw drops, practically hitting the floor. You had never gotten points taken from your house before, much less gotten in trouble. 

“For now, there is no coming back from this mistake,” Snape looks at George intently. “You are both excused from the rest of the class.”

Without thinking much, you shove George with both your hands, and he stumbles backwards, watching after you as you grab your bag and hurry out of the room. He’s frozen in his spot a moment, until Snape clears his throat. George grabs his own belongings and hurries after you.

“Y/n!” He calls when he gets into the hall, but you’re already turning the corner without even a glance back at him. 

Later that evening, at supper, you sit alone at the Ravenclaw table with a book, but you weren’t paying much attention to it, rather just staring at the page as you push the food around on your plate. 

“Oi, Angelina,” you hear a familiar voice call, and look up to see the twins looking down the Gryffindor table at one of the house chasers. You see George as he reaches across the table towards her. “Will you go to the ball with me?” 

You barely hear him from where you’re sitting, but you hear him enough and can read his lips enough to know he said it. Your eyes shift over to Hermione, who’s looking across the tables to you. Your mouth thins into a line as you fight back the tears, though you know they shouldn’t be there. Not knowing what else to do, and not wanting anyone else to notice your dismay, you grab your book up and leave the Great Hall.

You’re already on the grand marble staircase when you hear Hermione, Ron, and Harry all call after you. You don’t stop and pick up your pace. 

“Y/n, please!” You hear Hermione call, and you can’t help but stop. 

You turn around and wipe the tear off your cheek.

“Why are you crying?” She asks as she pulls you into a hug.

“Why would he do that?” You snuffle out. 

“I don’t know,” Ron says. “He’s so infatuated with you, I couldn’t believe it. But I thought you despised him?”

“He got me detention, I do despise him,” you say, but continue, “did — I did despise him. At least I thought I did.” You slump down and sit on the staircase with your head in your hands. Hermione its next to you and sets hand on your back. “He’s really not my type of person. I’ve never been in trouble before! And he’s constantly in trouble! I don’t know what it is about him. He’s handsome and funny, and I’m only now realizing it, but I can’t help but like him. Merlin, I’m so stupid.”

“You are not stupid,” Harry says. “He’s stupid.” “That’s not news, mate,” Ron says. 

“Well, yeah,” Harry says, “but we didn’t know he was this stupid.”

You sniffle a laugh at his words and look up at him, only, you notice a pair of fiery red hair, just like Ron’s, standing in the corridor behind Harry.

You swallow the lump in your throat and quickly run up the rest of the stairs, sprinting to the Ravenclaw tower. 

“I—“ George begins from behind Ron, but doesn’t know what to say and just closes his mouth.

“You’re fucking stupid,” Ron scoffs at his older brother and turns and walks away with Hermione and Harry. 

George looks over to Fred, who’s face reflects the same disbelief as his own.

That night, for the first time, you didn’t touch your homework, but instead went straight to bed and cried yourself to sleep. 

When Saturday’s detention rolled around, you arrived early as is normal for you. Snape let you start on the task he decided to assign you for detention. You were to go through one box of old discipline reports before you could leave. You sat in the corner of the room and pulled the lid off a box, beginning to sort it. It wasn’t long until George joined, but Snape gave him a rag and told him to clean all the desks. George sighed, and Snape walked out of the room. 

You could feel George’s eyes on you from where he stood unmoved. 

“Y/n,” he beings. “I’m sorry.”

You refuse to even look at him as you give him the silent treatment. 

“I shouldn’t have been so cocky with the potion,” he continues. “I just wanted to seem like I knew what I was doing.”

You remained silent as you shifted through the box. 

Throughout the unnecessary hour George was taking to wipe down the tables, he continued to try and apologize or make conversation, but you still ignored him.

When you finished the file box, you closed the lid and pulled out a bit of parchment. You put the box on Snape’s desk, along with a note offering to continue to file to earn back the points you had lost the House, and you leave the room without a word. 

“Y/n!” George calls down the dungeon corridor, his voice echoing off the stone walls. 

You don’t respond and keep walking, but you hear his heavy footsteps running closer to you, until you feel a hand wrap around your wrist, sending sparks through your skin. You snatch your hand back instinctively, but he holds his grip

“Don’t touch me, Weasley,” you say punctuated. 

“Why won’t you talk to me?” He asks, almost yelling. 

“You’re not good, George Weasley,” you shout back. “Never have I ever gotten in trouble before. But you made me get detention! You don’t study, you don’t pay attention, you probably don’t even think! Please, just leave me alone.”

You twist your wrist from his grasp and turn up the stairs, walking away from him again.

You managed to avoid him for the most part, besides Potions, where you just refused to talk to him. 

One day, a few weeks after your detention, you’re sitting in the court yard wrapped in a blanket, leaning against a pillar as you read in the snow. You’re the only person in the courtyard, but you liked it that way. People had started congregating inside because of the cold, and the library and common room had become too crowded. 

You hear a group of feet crushing snow as they walk towards you, but you don’t look up, too enveloped in your book. 

“Hey, Y/l/n!” A cold voice jest. “What’s you doing out here all alone?”

You look up to see the school bully, Draco Malfoy laughing at you with his posse. He loved poking fun at everyone outside of the Slytherin house. 

“I’m reading,” you smile. “You should try it sometime. Maybe you’ll learn how not to be such an ass.” Your voice remains steady and polite as you speak. 

“How dare you!” He announces, and reaches towards you, pulling your blanket off of you, leaving you cold.

“Give it back!” You demand. 

“No.”

You open your mouth to speak, but a flare of red light comes over your shoulder and hits Draco in the chest, sending him several feet backwards, your blanket still in hand. The caster walks out from behind you and over to Draco on the ground. He pulls the blanket out of Draco’s grasp with difficulty, but kicks him in the side to get him to let go. Draco cries out in pain, his friends bustling away.

The caster turns towards you, and you see the red hair poking out from under his beanie, and the familiar face. George.

“Here,” he says softly, as he hands the blanket to you.

“Thank you,” you say simply, reaching for it, but before you can touch it, George pulls it back, and you sigh in frustration.

“Actually,” he starts. “I’ll give it back if you come with me and let me talk.”

You knew you weren’t getting out of this, so you stood up. “Let’s go then.”

He leads you up the the astronomy tower, and you look over the untouched white canvas of the grounds. “I’m sorry,” he continues. “I’m sorry I got you detention. I’m sorry about the bludger. I’m just sorry, for everything.”

“Okay,” you say.

“I really like you, and I know it’s obvious. I’ve never been so nervous around someone before. I’ve never felt like I needed to actually try to make a good impression, and when I did try, I fucked up and got us in trouble. I just don’t know how to act around you.”

“You really like me?” You ask.

“Yes, of course.”

“Then why did you ask Angelina to the ball?” You murmur. 

“I didn’t think you liked me. I was trying to just move on before I made anything worse, but then that made it worse. I heard you talking to Ron and them in the hall, and I heard you say it. I immediately cancelled the ball with her so I could ask you once I’ve apologized but you never let me. You’re all I can think about, Y/n.”

You look up into his soft eyes, and your heart melts. “I forgive you,” you mutter.

“Really?” He asks in disbelief.

“Yes,” you blush and look down at the grounds from the ledge as you avoid George’s eyes.

He clears his throat. “Will you, Y/n Y/l/n be my date to the Yule ball, and my date to everything else from here on. Will you please be mine?”

You couldn’t control the smile on your face as you looked back at him. “Under one condition,” you giggle. 

“Anything,” George pleads.

“Kiss me,” you say, building up your confidence to straighten your posture and look directly into his eyes.

“Definitely.”

George grabs your face softly and leans down, putting his soft lips on your own as you both smile ridiculously as the fireworks blow within the both of you.

[always-overthink-nicknames]

I believe in skater Harry supremacy. 

I just love the idea of him running away for a ride to calm down and clear his mind whenever the Dursleys got too much for him. 

Imagine that one day he found an old board among Dudley's many abandoned toys and just decided to try it. He would get plenty of bruises and cuts but he'd make it he's goal to get better. Petunia would absolutely scold and yell at him for messing up his clothes, like ripping his pants on his knees from the many falls he took. I imagine he would find a secluded area where he could skate alone. It soon became his coping mechanism. It'd be like his pre Hogwarts quidditch. 

He would take his board to Hogwarts and skate on weekends in the courtyard. Ron would want to learn how to skate too and soon they'd become skate buddies. Molly would probably not approve of it, just like brooms, but Arthur would love it. Hermione wanted to try but was afraid, the boys had to strongly encourage her. She gave up on learning but from time to time they would have days when she'd hop on one of the boards and the boys would lead her by the hands. They would often have evenings/afternoons when the three of them would hang outside. Hermione would try to do school work but the conversations would take over and they'd all just chatter and laugh while the boys skate or just sit on the boards. That would be their quality bonding time for them to be just kids. 

[multifandomfanfiction]

FANDOMS I WRITE FOR

Here are the fandoms and characters I write for. If you see a character that is not on this list, you can message me. But please note that I don’t write for certain fandoms anymore, so if you don’t see it on this list please do not send requests in for it. Thank you

Avengers/MCU

Loki

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Pietro Maximoff

Clint Barton

I’m open to other characters in this category.

BBC Sherlock

Sherlock Holmes

John Watson (sometimes)

The Covenant

Caleb Danvers

Pouge Parry

Tyler Simms

Reid Garwin

Chase Collins

Criminal Minds

David Rossi

Spencer Reid

Derek Morgan

I’m open to other characters in this category, but please limit them to the BAU team.

Doctor Who

Tenth Doctor

Eleventh Doctor

Twelfth Doctor

Thirteen Doctor

Jack Harkness

Good Omens

Crowley

Aziraphale

Hannibal

Hannibal Lector

Will Graham

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

Harry Potter

Fred Weasley

This is the one category where I’m open to other characters.

Only Lovers Left Alive

Only Adam

Pushing Daisies

Only Ned

Prodigal Son

Only Malcom

Shadowhunter Chronicles

Mostly Jace at this time, but I’m open to other characters.

Suicide Squad (and other related DC media)

The Joker (Jared Leto)

Harley Quinn (Margot Robbie)

Captain Boomerang

Edward Nygma (Gotham)

Oliver Queen (Arrow)

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Castiel

Sam Winchester (sometimes)

Gabriel

Tolkien

Thranduil

Legolas

Haldir

Bard

Thorin

Fili

Kili

True Blood

Eric Northman

Godric

Alcide Hervaexu

Twilight

Garrett

Carlisle Cullen

Jasper Hale

Emmett Cullen

Edward Cullen (sometimes)

Paul Lahote

Sam Uley

Jacob Black

I’m open to other characters in this category.

Umbrella Academy

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

X-Men

Peter Maximoff

Remy Lebeau

I’m open to other characters in this category.

Please note that this list is not all inclusive. Sometimes I write one-off stories for a movie or TV show. I’ve also been on this blog since 2014 and I’ve left a lot of fandoms in a six year span. So please don’t be angry if I deny your request.

[lcthebtswriter]

V.I.P Taglists / Masterlists

Today I will post individual masterlists and eventually link them all in one giant masterlist. If any links don’t work then please notify me.

I no longer write for YouTubers or Riverdale.

I write for: American Horror Story, BTS, Harry Potter, Marvel, Stranger Things, Supernatural, The Walking Dead, The Witcher, and The X Files.

I’m starting a new taglist called the VIP Taglist. Send me an ask with your username and your preferred fandom(s) or character(s). You’ll have first priority in requests and be tagged whenever your corresponding preference is published.

Thank you for following me, and I promise this is the last time I go ghost mode. I’ve just been very busy lately and haven’t had time to write, but this is the last time I ask for tag lists.

[axelsagewrites]

HP*Werewolf Pt1

Ship(s): No romantic ones. Platonic reader X golden trio, platonic reader x Professor Lupin

Requested (?): Nope

Warnings?: Werewolf hatred

Type: angst

Masterlist HERE

Wattpad HERE

Shattered glass fell onto the bedroom carpet. Jagged claws raked ripped lines into the floor. It wasn’t quiet. the screaming didn’t help. A scream surged from my lips as the teeth sunk into my shoulder, claws scrapping down my arms. I could hear distant sound but screams and growls filled my ears. My eyes opened and fixated on the seemingly glowing eyes of the creature onto of me. Coloured lights began flashing. Black spots began to surround my vision. Everything felt distant. Everything went black.

A flickering light greeted my groggy eyes. I groaned and turned my head, my eyes falling on my sleeping parents beside my bed. “What happened?” I croaked out.

“You’re awake!”

“I’ll go get the nurse,” Dad rushed out as I pathetically forced myself into a sitting position.

My mum rushed to help me, passing me a glass of water, “What happened?”

“Its okay honey,” my mum said but her eyes said something different.

I looked around and my eyes fell on the sign I saw outside my room. First floor. “First floor? But I-that wasn’t-what happened- “

“You're awake,” The healer said as she walked in. “Someone will come by to tell you how to…adjust then well discharge you,” her eyes raked me up and down.

“What happened to me?!” I almost yelled.

“It's not even a full moon yet,” the woman grimaced, “You were attacked by a werewolf,”

“But I-I’m not a-I can’t be,”

“Honey it’ll be okay. We’ll always love you the same. Won't we?” She looked at my dad.

“Of course. It’s not your fault,”

“No no no no no,” I held my head in my hands. I can’t be a- I can’t be.

“Someone will be round shortly till then I ask you to- “

“Can’t you have a little tact?” My dad spat at the woman. She rolled her eyes as she walked out, muttering under her breath, “Its okay (Y/N). we don’t need to tell anyone. It’ll be okay,” My mouth was dry, but my cheeks were wet. His words didn’t help. I was a monster. A werewolf.

 The person who came around gave me some random pamphlets like that would help. He didn’t stay long. This was it. This was my life.

 It was still summer, so I was able to adjust a little, but I doubt I'll get used to it. The transformations were the worst. Every month I felt every bone in my body seemingly break, reshape, set, then reverse the whole process. Along with my parents having to restrain me every time.

They had to tell Dumbledore. He came to our house and helped my parents set up a mini sort of prison to lock me in during the transformation. He even said there was a similar thing at Hogwarts for me to use. He was more help than the healers.

Though after our chats my parents talked to him alone for a while. I was able to overhear something about special precautions. Things were strange after the attack. The attack was strange. My parents were hiding something

 I didn’t want to tell my friends, but the idea hovered over me since I saw them. My parents have gotten overprotective since the event. They insisted on taking me themselves, not letting me get the train.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione seemed to already in deep conversation as they walked into Hogwarts. I started making my way over when Hermione saw me and ran up. “Where were you? You weren’t on the train,”

“Oh, err we were visiting people nearby, so my parents dropped me off. No point getting the train if I’m 5 minutes away,” I lied. I'd been here for the past couple of hours as Dumbledore showed me where I would go and going over what might happen and how things at Hogwarts are different.

I learned the story behind the shrieking shack. Dumbledore showed me how to get there and lead me down to an old room. I was to go to the same room every time and never go into the other one. Ever.

“oh okay,” she said as Harry and Ron approached.

“(Y/N) I need your advice,” Harry said, “Have you heard about Sirius black?”

 The talk about Sirius black and all the other rumours going around distracted people from my monthly ventures. It was the scars that didn’t help. Werewolf me would attack anyone, even myself, in frustration. I wore long sleeves, never took my jumper off, and buttoned my shirt all the way up. When Hermione asked, I said I was trying a new fashion thing out. She just rolled her eyes, not even slightly into fashion. That was close.

When the scars were on my face was the real problem. I didn’t share a dorm with any of my friends, luckily, so none of them questioned me. The dried blood on my face prompted me to visit madam Pomfrey.

Sure, I got to skip morning classes, but I still walked into the great hall for lunch. I normally kept my head down but this time it was staying there. As I found my seat beside my friends, I stayed silent. “What happened to your face?” Ron blurted out.

My cheeks went red. “Ronald!” Hermione scolded him. This only drew more attention as people looked over at me. It was normally Harry they’d stare at but this time it was just me and this scar.

Harry cleared his throat, “You alright?” he asked, quietly not that it helped at this point.

I shrank in my seat, “Yeah I um. This is embarrassing,” I said, looking anywhere but him. I took a deep breath and looked up, “I was trying to finish my potions homework last night, got tired, messed up and it’s kind of exploded and now I um look like this,” I rushed out. “So yeah I don’t want to talk about it,”

He believed me, I think, but this was going to be tricky. People soon turned back to there own conversations. Though I felt one pair of eyes on me. My eyes glanced at the teacher's table to see the new DADA teacher staring at me. He’d only been here for 3 months but he seemed good. Dumbledore agreed to only tell teachers on a need to know basis but somehow, I think he knows.

 I knew people were talking about me. It was unavoidable. I couldn’t wear a mask. We had DADA last and for some reason, I was dreading it.

Professor Lupin looked ill. As I took my seat beside Hermione, I couldn’t help but notice it. My gaze caught his as he turned, and I quickly moved to take my books out. “Class turn to page 274 of your textbooks,” he said, finally looking away.

“Hey, it’s nearly the end of the day,” Hermione whispered, “Oh and by the way I was thinking we could look up how to get rid of your scar. There must be a spell or a potion. Well, I'd do the potion,” I just nodded and smiled. After this, I was having a nap.

The class droned on an on. We’d had lessons like this a couple times were the textbook did most of the teaching. As class drew to an end, I could feel myself want to drop out of exhaustion. I kept having to pinch myself awake as lupin droned on and on and on.

“Alright that’s enough for today,” Lupin said, snapping his book shut, “No homework today but I would advise going over your material,” the class began packing up and rushing out as he spoke. As I was packing up my bag, slower than usual because of the exhaustion, he said, “Oh (Y/N). id like to speak with you, alone,” he said before turning back to his desk to organise something.

I groaned and Hermione gave me a look. I shrugged so she did. As the class dwindled out Harry asked, “You want us to wait?”

“I’ll stay,” Hermione said. The boys nodded and took that as permission to rush out, “Honestly I don’t get why they the school.”

“I don’t get why you're surprised,” I joked, “Thanks for waiting,”

“No problem,”

By this point, the last person was leaving. Hermione watched them shut the door and turned to me with an expectant look. I cleared my throat, “Yes professor,”

“Okay (Y/N),” he turned around but paused when he saw Hermione, “You two Miss Granger,”

“It’s okay- “

“No. I did say alone after all.” He gave her a look. Hermione turned to me with a sorry smile but nodded to the door, meaning shed wait for me. As Hermione shut the door Remus sighed, “She’s going to wait,” he muttered before smiling. “You can sit if you’d like,” I didn’t move, “It's just you look like you may well pass out,”

“I’m fine,” I said, leaning against the table. “What’s up?”

He looked down for a moment, “I just wanted to tell you about the syllabus a little. We’ve covered different creatures but soon we'll have to move onto the next unit. Werewolves,” he said pausing, “That wouldn’t mean anything to you, would it?” he asked.

I felt my palms get sweaty and everything clam up, “What? I-I’m not a-Why would I care about those things?” I asked. “I’m not some weird hippy-dippy wolf hugger,”

Any form of happiness fell from his face, “You might say that I would’ve at your age as well. But you’ll understand werewolves aren’t always monsters. Some people maybe but not all,” Lupin said. “It was a full moon last night,”

“I don’t really track the moon,” I lied.

“I have. My parents did it for me then I had to start doing it,” he said, walking behind his desk, “In fact, I could probably list the next several full moons to come off by heart. Just encase,” Lupin began rummaging in one of his desk drawers, “Do you know about the shrieking shack?” He asked.

“It's one of the most haunted places in Brittan,” I said, cheeks going red.

“People have recently begun hearing howling coming from there again. Did you know?” I shook my head. “You don’t have to lie to me,” he finally found whatever he was looking for and shut the drawer, “Do you know why I asked you to wait?”

“Nope,”

“(Y/N) you’re not dumb. And you're also not a monster,” he said before tossing a couple seats of paper onto the desk beside me, “Here. A list of excuses I used and people actually believed. It's tricky to think them up on the spot. Maybe you’ve got a sick aunt, or a spell went wrong,”

“Your one as well?” I asked.

“You can say the word.”

I paused, looking down, “You’re a werewolf,” I whispered, “Like me,”

“Yes. Have you told anyone? Apart from Dumbledore, I assume?” I shook my head, “Trust me when I say if they really are your friends, they’ll realise somethings up. It not an easy life but theirs no point making it harder,”

“I-I don’t know how to tell them. What if they hate me?” I whisper.

“Would you like me to help? We could do it together?” He asked.

Looking up, I glanced at the bracelet on my wrist. Hermione had bought it from one of those cheap souvenir shops for me. I nodded. Professor lupin walked over to the door and opened it. Soon Hermione walked in, sheepishly.

I turned around, puffy eyes and holding back tears. “Hermione, I need to tell you something”

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Water Under The Bridge - Charlie Weasley

A/N: ahhhh xD I am so happy how this turned out! I really hope you guys like it too! I am loving writing for Charlie, it’s become my latest obsession so… I hope you enjoy! :D

Request - li0nh34rt asked: You want a Charlie idea? You get a Charlie idea! Since I am a sucker for hurt/comfort I would love to see some pining. Maybe Reader and Charlie have always been friends and he is a little shy about his feelings so he keeps telling reader how he values their friendship and so reader thinks he isn't interested. So they start dating other people and Charlie gets jealous...Bonus points if reader is working at a bar or something so patrons always flirt with them. Up to you if or which parts of this you want to use i know i will adore it either way 😁

Warnings: jealous!Charlie, drunk!Charlie (I was really tempted to make this into a smut but I didn’t) it only called me lonely in seven different languages, but... oh, well

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :D gif isn’t mine :)

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Water Under The Bridge

If you're gonna let me down, let me down gently Don't pretend that you don't want me Our love ain't water under the bridge

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite customer” you smiled when you saw the familiar ginger sitting on your bar.

“Hello, love” he said, smiling brightly at you as he took a seat with his brother next to him.

“And he comes with a handsome stranger” you said, smiling at the other ginger to his right.

“You must be the lady my brother won’t shut up about” Bill said, offering you his hand and you were going to shake it but he took it and brought it to his lips.

“Well, I don’t know if I must be but if that’s what you want me to be, I won’t complain” you winked at him, making him laugh. “I’m guessing you’re Bill?”

“You’re guessing correctly” he winked at you and you brought them two Firewhiskys. “Merlin, I love you!”

“Huh, it looks like I’ve been barking at the wrong Weasley all these years” you said, smirking at Charlie.

“Would you two stop it?” he asked, annoyed. “He’s engaged, love” he reminded you.

“Ugh, of course. Just my luck” you complained. “Well, from what I hear there are still four other Weasleys” you said, laughing.

“I hate to break it to you, but Percy’s got a boyfriend, the twins just out of school, and Ron is still under 18 years old” Bill laughed.

“So… what I’m hearing is… the twins are available and I would have to wait a couple of years for Ron?” you chuckled, making Bill laugh and Charlie glare at you.

“You’re incorrigible” Charlie laughed, taking a sip of his Firewhisky.

“I know, but you still love me” you smiled at him.

“Of course, I do. ‘S why you’re my best friend” he smiled back at you. Bill noticed your expression change quickly before you cleared your throat.

“Right” you said, trying to not sound so upset. “Um, I’m gonna see if those guys need anything else, I’ll be right back, okay?” you said, still smiling but Bill could see your smile was different.

“Of course, love” Charlie shrugged it off as you walked away and then Bill slapped him on his arm, making him choke on his drink. “Bill, what the fuck mate?”

“What the fuck is wrong with you, mate?” he glared at his brother. “She was flirting with you and you just shut her down!”

“She was not flirting with me” Charlie laughed. “That’s just how she is” he rolled his eyes. “We’ve been friends for years this is how our relationship works-”

“You are so bloody stupid” Bill complained. “Seriously, I think all these years being around just dragons has made you dense when it comes to people” he said.

“That’s not true!”

“Yes, it is! I mean, you talk about her in every single letter you send me. I’ve been waiting for the one that says that you made the first bloody move! And then I come here and I finally meet her, and she looks even more hung up on you than you are on her, and you blow her off!”

“I did not blow her off” Charlie whined. “She’s my friend. She’s my best friend! She knows how much I value her friendship and I don’t want to ruin that with my stupid feelings-”

“Except, she has those feelings too! Honestly, you sound like Percy when he came home for Christmas in his fifth year and asked us why we thought Oliver gave him that bloody expensive book he had tried to get everywhere-”

“I do not!”

“Mate, I’ve known her for five minutes and I am 100% sure that this girl is in love with you” he said, pointing in your direction. “And if you don’t do anything other than telling her how much you value her friendship, you’re going to end up losing her to someone else” he told him.

“Fine” Charlie sighed before taking a big sip of his Firewhisky. “Look, I obviously have feelings for her-”

“You don’t say” Bill laughed.

“But” he glared at his older brother. “You know I was the worst at relationships. I forgot anniversaries, birthdates, or even actual dates. All of the girls I dated in school said that I never paid attention to them because I was too busy with Quidditch, or Prefect duties, or down at Hagrid’s hut to know which new magical creatures he had. I was a horrible boyfriend. She is honestly the best person I’ve met and I’d rather have her as a friend than for her to end up resenting me or hating me because I forgot a stupid date!”

“Whoa, mate, calm down” Bill said, a bit shocked. “First of all, you’re not a teenager anymore. I believe that if you want to be in a serious relationship, you would make an effort for it. Secondly, maybe all of those dates didn’t last because they didn’t mean anything to you. But, if she means so much to you that you want to have her in your life however you can, maybe it’s because she’s different because you actually care about her” he explained. “Plus, from what you’ve told me about her already, it sounds like you’re already in a relationship with her-”

“That’s not true!”

“Really? Don’t you come here every time she has a shift-”

“Well, I do, but this is the best bar around here-”

“And don’t you wait for her to be off so you can walk her home?”

“I just, don’t like her being alone late at night-”

“And don’t you even sometimes stay at her place or she stays at yours because you were having muggle movie nights and it’s too late to just go back, not to mention you have keys to the other’s flat? Now, I have a question, where does the guest sleep, on the sofa?” he asked with a smirk and saw Charlie’s cheeks blushing.

“N-no-”

“And don’t you take her to your job whenever there’s a new dragon because she loves them? Or helped her get over her fear of flying?”

“Why do you even remember all of these things?”

“Because, Charlie, this is the first time in your entire life that you’ve told me so much about someone. That you have cared so much about someone and probably the longest relationship you’ve ever had. Not to mention that probably the happiest you’ve ever been is whenever you talk about her. You get the same look you always have when you talk about dragons” he said, drinking his Firewhisky. “And I’m not the only one that thinks that” he informed him.

“What? Who else thinks so, then?”

“Well, Fleur, Percy, Oliver, Fred, George, and Ginny” he said casually. “Oh, and Hermione Granger” he added. “She and Ginny were hoping you would bring her home this Christmas” he told him. “And we actually all have a poll to see when you will finally get together, so if it could be sometime around next week, you will make me about 40 Galleons richer-”

“What? You have a bet going on?” Charlie asked and Bill nodded. “So, all of you just… talk about this?”

“Yeah” he shrugged. “Look, mate, bottom line is that you should do something about her before someone else does” he told his brother.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“I’m just saying, I doubt you are the only one that’s noticed how great she is” he said, nodding your head to where you stood, laughing, a little too hard for his liking, at something a group of guys at the bar was telling you.

“Him? No, mate, that’s just Liam” he said, referring to the guy that was smiling brightly at you. “He comes here a lot and he’s always flirting with her, but he’s not her type” he insisted.

“Are you sure?” Bill asked him, still looking at you as you smiled brightly at Liam and nodded.

“Yes” Charlie said, feeling his cheeks burning. “I’m sure” he said, seeing how Liam grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips before you walked back to the Weasleys.

“Hey” you smiled at the two redheads. “How are my favorite guys doing-?”

“What was that?” Charlie blurted out.

“What was what?” you asked, confused.

“Liam, kissing your hand” he said, straight to the point as Bill took a big sip of his drink.

“Um… well, he asked me out” you said, looking away.

“He always does that” Charlie pointed out. “But he’s never… kissed your hand before” he said, confused.

“Uh, that’s because this time I said yes” you said, hesitantly, making Charlie choke on his drink.

“I think I’m gonna go to the bathroom” Bill said, getting up and walking away.

“Y-you said yes?” Charlie chuckled, angrily.

“I did” you nodded.

“Why?”

“Because he asked?”

“He’s asked before” he said, getting a little upset.

“Yeah, well… things change, Charlie” you sighed, cleaning the bar in front of him and he placed his hand on your stopping you.

“What? What changed?”

“I don’t know” you said, still avoiding his look. “He’s a nice guy and I just thought I could give him a chance-”

“But… you’ve said he’s not your type” Charlie said confused.

“Yes, well, I don’t know what to tell you, Charlie. It’s been a while since I’ve been on a date and I’m just… tired” you muttered.

“Tired of what?” he asked, frowning his eyebrows at you. You sighed sadly, looking up at his beautiful blue eyes.

“Figure it out, Weasley” you told him. “I have customers to tend to” you smiled sadly at him before moving to the other side of the bar.

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It had been a week since you had last seen Charlie. He hadn’t come into the pub since the last time he came in with Bill. You had tried going by his flat and his job, looking for him, but he either wasn’t there or was too busy to see you. You had never gone this long without seeing him or talking to him ever since you’ve known him and you hated it. You loved Charlie. You had for so long, but he just kept on saying how much he valued your friendship and kept brushing off every time you tried to hint his way about your feelings. Which is why you decided to finally say yes to Liam. You were tired of waiting for Charlie and he had made it clear he wasn’t interested. But it didn’t make it hurt any less.

“Hey, am I… boring you?” you heard Liam’s voice, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“N-no, I’m sorry” you chuckled. He was walking you back to your flat after your date. Which had been okay it just… wasn’t with Charlie. “I um… spaced out a little” you smiled.

“Something on your mind?”

“No, not at all, I’m sorry. It’s been a long week” you told him and he nodded. “Well, this is me” you said, as you stopped in front of your door.

“I had a lot of fun tonight” he smiled at you.

“Me too” you admitted. Liam then started to lean in for a kiss and you awkwardly avoided it, making him get your cheek. “Uh-” you were about to let him down when you heard something inside your flat.

“I thought you lived alone” Liam asked confused.

“I do” you told him and then you heard it again.

“Is someone in there? Do you want me to look inside-?”

“No” you said, quickly. “That’s just my cat” you lied. “I should probably get back to it and make sure he hasn’t destroyed my flat” you told him. “Thanks for a lovely evening, Liam” you said, kissing his cheek and opening your door.

Before he could even respond, you had already walked inside your flat, where you confirmed your suspicions when you found a very drunk Charlie Weasley on the floor of your kitchen.

“Hey, love” he said, smiling brightly up at you.

“What the fuck, Weasley?” you complained walking over to him and taking away his glass and the bottle of Firewhisky. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to ask you about your date” he said, innocently.

“You’re drunk” you said, trying to get him up.

“You’re drunk” he laughed as you rolled your eyes.

“Come here” you said, kneeling down next to him and helping him up. “May I ask what you’re doing in my flat in the middle of the night, drunk out of your mind?”

“Well, I went over to the pub to look for you because you usually work tonight and they told me you weren’t working, and then I remembered you had a date tonight, so I thought I’d come here and wait for you to see how it went” he slurred his words as you led him to your room. “So, how was it?” he smirked at you.

“It was fine” you mumbled.

“Oh, just fine? I take it he didn’t take your breath away, then?”

“Don’t be a jerk, Weasley” you glared at him as you looked for some clothes he could wear. You found one of his shirts and a pair of pajama pants you’d stolen from him.

“I’m not being a jerk, love” he said, sitting on the edge of your bed. You walked over to him and helped him take off his shirt. “Why did you go on a date with Liam, love?” he asked, looking up at you with big doe eyes and his fiery messy hair while he placed his hands on your hips. You resisted all urges that were yelling in your body to lean down and crash your lips against his.

“I don’t know, Charlie” you managed to reply.

Charlie’s hand found its way to your face, cupping your cheek and you felt your breath caught up in your throat. You placed your hands on his shoulders, trying not to trace down every scar, burn, and tattoo down his arms and very muscular chest.

“Did he kiss you?” he asked, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. You shook your head no, unable to form any more words. “Good” he whispered, pulling you to sit on his lap. “I don’t want him to kiss you” he said, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

“Charlie-”

“I wanna be the only one that gets to kiss you” he said, stroking your cheek with his thumb and you brushed your hand through his messy hair.

“You’re drunk, Charlie” you whispered, trying your best not to break down crying.

“Do you wanna kiss me?” he said, with his face getting closer to yours.

You placed his face between your hands and smiled at him as a few tears escaped your eyes and you kissed his forehead.

“Not like this” you whispered, looking at him.

“Why are you crying?” he asked, sadly, brushing away your tears. “Did I make you cry?”

“No, love” you assured him. “Let’s just get you to bed, okay?”

“But I wanna kiss you” he pouted, making you giggle a little.

“I’ll tell you what. You’re gonna drink a full glass of water and then you’re gonna go to sleep. If you still want to kiss me tomorrow, then we will” you told him.

“Promise?”

“I promise” you said, kissing his cheek. “Let’s get you changed, okay?” you said, standing up again.

“Are you trying to get me out of my knickers?” he smirked.

“Shut it, Weasley” you laughed, putting on his shirt.

“Is this my shirt you had sworn you didn’t steal?”

“Shh, you’re drunk, love” you laughed, helping him to change into comfortable pajamas.

After you were done, he laid down on your bed and you grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen, putting it on your bedside, next to Charlie. You then got changed in your bathroom and when you went back to your room, you walked over to Charlie, kissing his forehead and you were about to make your way over to your sofa but he pulled your hand.

“Where are you going?” he asked, sleepily. “You always stay here with me” he said, pulling you to him.

You sighed and slowly got into bed with him. It’s not like you didn’t do this every single time you stayed up watching movies. But now, you were extremely nervous about it. You had no idea what was going to happen in the morning and you were terrified that you were going to lose Charlie forever.

“Go to sleep, love, okay?” you whispered, resting your head on his chest.

“Tomorrow, when I wake up, and I don’t smell like Firewhisky, I’m going to kiss you” he said with a lazy smile. “Is that okay?”

“Okay, Charlie” you smiled.

“I love you” he said, kissing your forehead before he fell asleep. You felt tears falling down your cheeks and took a deep breath.

“I love you too” you whispered, closing your eyes and not noticing the big smile that appeared on his face.

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Charlie woke up the next day when he felt the sunlight on his face. It took him a moment to realize he was in your room. He turned around, thinking you would be beside him, but the spot on his left was empty. He slowly sat up and stretched himself, noticing the glass of water and a small phial with the potion you always made for him when he was hungover. After taking it, he stood up and walked out of your room to find you in the kitchen.

“Good morning” you smiled at him as you made his favorite breakfast.

“Morning, love” he said, with a raspy voice as he walked over to your kitchen counter and sat on one of your chairs. You quickly put a mug in front of him and filled it with coffee. “Merlin, I love you” he said, without really thinking, making you freeze for a moment. But then… “How did I… get to your apartment last night?”

“You don’t remember?” you asked, feeling your heart sink.

“Not really” he said, taking a sip of his coffee.

“You don’t remember… anything?” you asked, feeling your heart breaking all over again.

“Anything?” he asked, confused. “What do you mean ‘anything’? Did… did something happen?” he asked, panicking. “Did we-”

“No, Charlie” you said, tossing the eggs and bacon on his plate. “Of course, we didn’t. You should have your breakfast and then maybe you should go” you said before you threw the pan on the sink and walked over to your room.

“Hey” he said, getting up and following you. “What’s wrong? Why are you upset?” he said, as tears started falling down your cheeks. “Did I do something or say something wrong?”

“I can’t keep doing this, Charlie” you said, trying to calm down.

“Do what?”

“This!” you said, pointing between the two of you. “Whatever this is!”

“Love-” he said, trying to walk closer to you but you stepped back.

“I love you, Charlie” you said, between sobs. “And I’m pretty sure you already know that but you don’t love me back, so just… please, say it already so I can move on from you! Because this is exhausting! You can’t just keep doing this. You can’t keep coming into the pub every single time I have a shift, or wait for me to get out so you can walk me home! You can’t keep helping me get on a broom to get over my fear of flying! You can’t just take me to see dragons whenever I ask you to! You can’t just come into my flat, drunk out of your ass to ask about my date! And then look at me the way you did and tell me that you don’t want anyone else to kiss me and that you want to kiss me and that you love me! You can’t keep making me fall in love with you if you don’t-”

Charlie cut you off, grabbing your face between your hands and pulling you to crash his lips against yours. The memories of the night before came flooding into his mind. Tomorrow, when I wake up, and I don’t smell like Firewhisky, I’m going to kiss you. You instantly melted into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck while Charlie’s arms made their way to your waist, pulling you tighter. Your entire body felt as if fireworks were going off. You could feel Charlie’s hands and lips, everywhere.

“I love you” Charlie said, between kisses. “I love you, so fucking much!” he said pulling away so you could look at him.

“Y-you do?” you asked, still with tears falling down your face.

Part of you still thought you were going to wake up at any moment. Charlie walked over to your bed and sat on the edge, bringing you along with him as you sat on his lap.

“I do” he said, smiling at the similar image from the night before, only this time, he was telling you everything. “I’m really sorry it took me so bloody long to tell you” he said, placing his hand on your cheek. “I just…” he sighed. “I love you so much. More than I thought I could love anyone” he told you. “I didn’t… even know I could love someone like this and… it scared me-”

“Charlie-”

“No, please, let me finish” he said and you nodded. “I am… the worst at relationships, (YN). I forget dates, anniversaries, birthdates. Every girl I dated broke up with me because I never paid attention to them. I was too busy with Quidditch, or school, or with magical creatures. I was a horrible boyfriend. And… I didn’t want it to be like that with you, because you are the best person I’ve ever met and I didn’t want to screw that up by doing that and then have you hate me just as much” he confessed. “I love you so much, and I’d much rather just have you as my friend but have you forever” he told you. “But I couldn't stand when Liam kissed you and that you said yes” he said. “That night, Bill told me that I was being an idiot and that I was going to lose you forever if I didn’t do anything about it. I tried staying away from you because if you actually liked Liam I didn’t want to be in the way, but… last night… all I could think of was that you were with him and I kept wondering if he would kiss you and if you would-” he sighed. “I went to the pub, thinking maybe you canceled but you weren’t there and I got stupidly drunk and then I somehow ended up here, I just wanted to make sure you still got home okay and I just-” this time, you cut Charlie off, pressing your lips against his. “W-what was that for?” he chuckled.

“Because I love you” you smiled, giving him another peck on the lips. “And you’re an idiot” you giggled, making him frown his eyebrows in confusion as you threw your arms around his neck. “Charlie, in all of the years that I’ve known you, you have always shown me how much you care about me” you informed him. “You’ve even once canceled a date because I was feeling sick and you came over to take care of me” you said, smiling. “You always make sure that I get home okay and you give me your sweater whenever I’m cold and didn’t bring mine, even if you told me to bring one” you said, making him laugh a little. “You taught me how to cook because you were worried that I ate nothing more than junk food” you smiled. “You help me whenever something breaks down on my flat and you pretty much come over any time I need anything, even if I don’t ask you to” you said, kissing his cheek. “And, most importantly, you kill the spiders for me” you said, giving him a kiss on the lips. “There are different ways to show love, Charlie. And this is how you’ve shown me your love since I’ve met you. This is why I fell in love with you” you smiled, brushing your fingers through his hair. “And for what it’s worth, you’ve never forgotten my birthday” you said, giving him a peck on the lips. “I love you, Charlie” you said, kissing him again.

“I love you too” he said, lying on the bed and bringing you with him. “Did I do or say anything last night that… crossed the line or… made you uncomfortable? I’m… getting flashbacks of some… things” he said, with blush creeping to his cheeks.

“Of course not, love” you assured him, sitting up and smiling at him. “You’ve never made me feel uncomfortable” you said, kissing his cheek.

“Still, I had no right to come here, drunk and ruining your date-”

“You didn’t ruin my date” you laughed.

“Was it that bad?”

“It wasn’t… the best” you admitted. “You asked me about it last night, remember?”

“I did?”

“Mhm” you nodded. “You asked if he had kissed me” you said, and he widened his eyes a little. “And when I told you he didn’t, you said that you wanted to be the only one that got to kiss me” you informed him and he sighed.

“You’re not going to let me live that down, are you?”

“Nope” you smirked. “And then you said you wanted to kiss me and asked me if I wanted to kiss you” you said.

“I’m glad you didn’t” he said, remembering you kissed his forehead, so he kissed yours. “I would have hated for our first kiss to be while I was drunk and wouldn’t remember it” he admitted.

“I know, it being in the middle of me yelling at you is so much better” you laughed, looking up at him.

“I’m sorry, love. I panicked. You were saying that you wanted me out of your life, so I thought, if I’m going out, I’m going out with a bang” he laughed, making you chuckle too.

“I love you” you said, sitting on top of Charlie and leaning down to kiss him.

“I love you too” he said, placing his hands on your hips. “How about I take you out on a real date tonight?”

“Hmm” you pretended to think. “I thought you’d never ask, Mr. Weasley” you said, as you kept on kissing him.

“So, am I your favorite Weasley now?” he chuckled.

“You’ve always been my favorite Weasley, you idiot” you laughed.

“Also, I believe that we’ve made Bill 40 Galleons richer and you’re most likely coming home with me for Christmas” he informed you.

“What?” you asked confused.

“It’s a long story” he said, kissing your forehead. “Oh, and just so we’re clear… I am the only one that gets to kiss you, right?”

You smiled at him, cupping his cheeks with your hands, and leaned down to kiss him passionately.

“Of course you are, love” you said, before he turned you around, making you laugh as he kept on kissing you.

“Good” he said, between kisses and tightening his grip on you. “I love you so much” he whispered.

“I love you more, Charlie!”

The End

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A/N: ahhh xD I hope you liked it! let me know what you think!​

[clarrissanewt]

hi! can i request a harry x slytherin!reader imagine? could you also write that the reader’s best friends are blaise, pansy and draco and she’s flirty and cool and popular and harry’s had a crush on her for a long time and now he finds out she always had a thing for him but she didn’t want to admit it? thank you so much btw if u will, have a nice day <3

Say That Again

Pairings: Harry Potter x fem!reader

House: Slytherin

Warnings: none

GIF not mine! Credits go to the original creator!

A/n: Genuinely sorry for the slow updates!

“Y/n and I had a bet,” Harry turned his heels towards the courtyard as he heard Malfoy’s mocking voice. “She said Potter might well last for half an hour. But I think he won’t even last for ten minutes.”

He resisted his urge to tumble Malfoy down the Black Lake as the Slytherin seeker scoffed at her friend’s direction.

“What say, Potter?” Y/n stepped towards him in calculated steps, her disarming smile never faltering as she stood in front of him. “Make me win.”

He never understood what was that thing about her that made his heart skip a beat every time he had to compete with this particular girl during Quidditch matches (he didn’t like catching the snitch before her, though she had succeeded in capturing the restless orb many times). Nor could he comprehend why the Potions class ended in a wink when he was partnered with her.

Was he falling for a Slytherin? Heck no- he already did.

“Y/n! Transfiguration this time,” Pansy pulled her friend before Harry could reply, sending a knowing glance at her as she whispered, “Flirt with Saint Potter later.”

Getting killed by a dragon or forgetting about Y/n?

He’s getting killed this time.

“How am I supposed to battle a dragon?”

“Bloody hell, mate!” The red-haired Weasley sighed as he dramatically threw all the bundles of papers that Hermione had made him skim. “Ask Y/n if you only want to last for more than half an hour for her. I’m going to ‘ed.”

Harry jutted his chin on the fragile book that lay uninterested on the table.

“Hermione?”

Instead of words, he met with a ‘tut’ from her direction as her bushy hair grew bushier, if possible, as she sat with a castle of library books plunked around her.

This was turning insane.

“Honestly,” She scrunched her nose up in the air, “whatever you are planning is ridiculous.”

“No, it’s Y/n,” he replied dreamily after which he met with a thick spined book on his head.

Hermione was scary but the dragon was scarier.

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Double Potions? Nah, a total hell.

“Like them, Potter?”

Harry rolled his eyes for the millionth time that day as the familiar white-blond hair zoomed into his sight while he tried to enter the dungeons.

Blaise, the ordinary scowl stuck under his slitted eyes, blocked the door further, his chest purposefully thrust forward like Malfoy.

And Harry could not find even one sensible reason for Y/n befriending them.

“Made them myself. And this isn’t the only thing it does,” Malfoy pointed as the badge turned an ugly green, reading Potter stinks.

“Brilliant,” the raven-haired boy hoisted the bag on his shoulder. “Now move.”

And that’s where their illogical rivalry lightened.

Harry definitely didn’t understand how he stepped into this situation where both of them were standing inches from each other, their wands ready to at least sabotage this Potions class.

“Woah, mate, calm down.”

The familiar voice reiterated in the shell of his ears as he unconsciously lowered his wand, sending death glares at the boy who just shrugged and walked away with Blaise and Pansy as Y/n crossed her arms threateningly.

“Don’t worry about those badges, though,” she tried hard to maintain nonchalance. “Consider this gift from my side.”

And as she pinned the badge she had in the fist of our palm to his still chest (he couldn’t tell why he wasn’t breathing), he had to blink at least four times to make sure she did that.

She winked at him as she walked away, pointing at the badge for the last time.

Potter Winks.

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“I’m telling you, you won’t even last for two minutes if you keep daydreaming like that.”

He ignored Hermione’s upbraiding as he lied, huffing at the bland ceiling of his four-poster bed.

“Are you even listening to me?”

“No.”

He heard Hermione pluck up her books rather aggressively, and when the last footsteps died away, he rubbed his eyes in frustration.

“So much for a Slytherin, eh, mate?”

“Does that even matter?”

Ron gulped in defeat, and shrugging, shooed Crookshanks out of the dorms.

“Why don’t you just ask her out? Maybe, I mean…”

To Harry, it almost felt that the landing of the mattress slipped from beneath him.

“I don’t know… Look at her- she is so popular, she flirts do well-”

“Just with you,” Ron replied in utter boredom.

“That’s out of point- er-excuse me?”

“Only with you.”

“Pirate L/n likes Saint Potter?” Malfoy looked with amusement between Pansy and Y/n- Pansy, who giddily laughed at Y/n’s not-so-common flustered expression.

“I’m not a pirate!”

“Don’t tell me you hoodwinked Draco’s badge making,” their other friend plonked on the luxurious green couch as Y/n tutted. “Makes everything so obvious.”

“I don’t know what you all are vomiting about,” she rolled her eyes and made her way out of the dungeons.

“Accio fireb- Ahh, darn it!”

Harry shrieked in annoyance as the broomstick dwindled mid-air like straw before falling down with a thud.

Now even bad luck found him.

“You know, you are doing it wrong,” his eyes landed on the same Slytherin girl who was currently leaning on the door frame, watching him intently. “Move your hand a little less. Just a little.”

Her cold hand molded onto his warm, sweaty hand and with a flick of the wand, Harry could see the Firebolt soaring towards them in stable movements.

“Nervous for tomorrow?” Her voice was soft, not challengingly attractive this time. And this softness suited her.

“Uh- no,” he threw himself over a stray chair in the deserted classroom, patting the chair next to him. “I’m dying this time.”

Y/n snorted as she sat beside him, her eyes following the movement of his green ones.

“You will be alright. I trust you.”

And she was quite right about him being...splendid. Harry saw her lips curved into a suppressed smile as she watched him hunting for the Golden egg.

Competing with him was motive driven, but watching him was different. Quite impressive he was, for sure.

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“I will not have you, in the course of a single evening, besmirching the name of Godric Gryffindor by behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons!”

The Slytherins visibly froze at this commotion well before they entered the hall. This meeting was going to turn interesting at a point.

McGonagall sighed at the sight of silver and green as she turned back to the ‘bumbling band of baboons’.

“Ah, well. Since Professor Snape is not fit for guiding this stuff, the Slytherins are joining us today. Sit down, boys on the left and girls on the right.”

Harry’s heart stood still as Y/n sat straight in front of him, and even though they were sitting feets apart, he could feel the palpitations down his chest.

Minutes after Ron demonstrated ball dance with McGonagall, and the rest of the students were moving hand-in-hand with slow movements, they both were still on their seats, eyes still scanning each other.

“I’d appreciate it if you join Potter, L/n. He needs practice before the ball,” McGonagall called out as she passed by with Ron.

What was she even anticipating at this moment? At least not those teasing smirks from her friends.

“Er- do you know how to do this stuff?” The Gryffindor pointed between them as Y/n shook her head.

“Not going to lie, no. But you got to be ready for the ball, isn’t it, Potter? So, together?”

“Together.”

It felt like heaven bestowed on them as they strolled through the hall, his hand on her waist, and her hand on his shoulder. They didn’t care that they were tossers at dancing, they just carried out, without a single word, silently swaying in each other’s embrace.

Harry knew he needed her.

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“Staying back for Saint Potter?”

“Pansy, the door’s straight,” Y/n deadpanned as she sluggishly rolled over the couch.

No matter how pictureistique Hogsmeade looked today, she was drained till her guts.

“Tell him that if he doesn’t ask you for the ball today, I’m framing him somewhere.”

“Draco, door’s there for you too.”

Blaise grinned at the sour faces of his friends as he scurried out of the common room, anticipating to satisfy his sweet tooth.

Y/n had her to-do list ready for today- sleep, bath, eat, sleep.

But Potter found his way to eat out a big portion of it, nonetheless.

Brilliant.

“Where next?” He piped from beside her as they strolled through the empty corridors of the castle.

“You know, Harry?” He turned to her, his long raven hair brushing the periphery of his shoulder like a bird skimming the waves. “I’ve always been with green all my life. Why don’t you show me some red?”

“So restless to see Gryffindors?” Harry chuckled as he pushed her all the way.

“I mean, yeah. Don’t pretend like you haven’t seen ours!”

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“Umm, Y/n?” Harry carefully looked up from the rug as she buried herself under the invisible horizon of the book. “I just realised you have your buttons fixed, er- incorrectly?”

“Are you asserting or just shooting in the dark?”

“They are… Should I help?”

He got to his feet as she hummed in response, a floaty feeling regaining its reign in both of their stomachs.

“I’ve always wanted to ask you since that day at practice,” he gently undid a single button and looped it through the correct place, “Would you come with me to the ball?”

“Are you sure we won’t tangle ourselves while dancing?” Her lips curled in a badly hidden smile as Harry shook his head, his fingers still fumbling with the buttons.

“Well, would you?”

His face grew hot as her fingers caressed his cheek, gliding further to his nape as she pulled him closer.

And for once she wasn’t cold; only a warm breath batted his cupid bow as her forehead touched his...her shallow breaths almost sounding like an addictive lullaby to him.

“I’d love to, Harry, only if nobody contradicts.”

“Did you just call this Potter by his name?” She could hear him grin as she bit on the obliterating walls of her mouth.

What was making it so difficult?

Her train of (unanswered) questions were wrecked in between as her lips converged into his, a sweet dampness of his mouth reminding her of butterbeer. His hand raced down to her waist, closing the non-existent hiatus between them.

This happened for a while until Crookshanks conferred on them by his presence, the sudden mewl, making them jump. And no surprises when both of them fell from the bed (all thanks to Harry’s clumsy self), a low gruff groan bursting from Harry's throat.

“So, I guess it’s a yes,” he inquired as she mended to his askewed specs.

They were interrupted by scruffy footsteps and as soon as Ron entered the dorms, he froze, the bag of Honeydukes sweets cowped down to the floor.

“Er- I’ll let you both finish,” he pointed at Harry's (more than ever) messed up hair, his hand encased compactly around the Slytherin, whose lips were far more swollen than Harry's.

Y/n awkwardly slipped off from Harry’s grip onto the rugged floor as he chuckled at his friend’s uneasiness.

“It’s a yes.”

“Brilliant. So what you liked the best about this red,” he pointed lazily at the silhouette of the dorms.

“The floor,” she laughed rolling into his chest, the soft material of his jumper rubbing onto her cheeks.

“What- what? Say that again.”

[if-found-return-to-sender]

Little Ones (Neville Longbottom)

The light shining through the thin white curtain hit your eyes waking you from your slumber, along with a young boy looking right at you as your eyes opened.

“Good morning, Mommy,” said the young boy.

“Good morning, little one, what time is it,” you respond.

“It’s 9 in the morning,” he says back.

You sit up in the bed that you share with your husband, Neville. The brown sheets are everywhere from last nights activities. A smile hits your lips as you remember what mischief you and your lover got up to last night. You let out a yawn as you stretch, your son following your actions.

“Shall we go find your sister and father,” you ask him. Nodding his head yes you pick him up placing him on your hip.

You walk through the cozy plant filled home that your small family shares. You can hear your feet hit the floor as you walk down the stairs, past the lounge, and into the kitchen.

Standing in the door way you watch as your daughter and husband are whisking eggs in a bowl.

Your daughter is letting out little giggles every so often as Neville is pretending to spill the eggs everywhere. 

You smile at them.

“What are you two up too?” you ask the giggling pair.

“Mummy we were going to surprise you,” the young girl exclaims!

“I’m sorry little one, I just woke up and heard the giggles coming from your little body,” you say as you walk up and poke her side making her giggle again.

You stand up again while letting your son down. You go up to Neville giving him a hug and a kiss,” Good morning, Darling,” he says to you as he pulls away.

“Good morning, Love,” you respond while smiling at him. 

As soon as the two of you are done with your moment you hear a distant cry of your youngest from up stairs.

“I will go get her,” he offers instantly among hearing her cries.

“No, you finish breakfast with your little helpers, and I will go get her,” you say back to him, “besides you got up every time all night with her. It’s my turn for once,” giving him a peck on the cheek as you walk away from him and out of the kitchen. You begin to hear the giggling of your two oldest again once you are out of their sight.

You giggle to your self before you make a decent back up the stairs to fetch the newest edition to the Longbottom family. Another daughter, and an easier pregnancy, to say the least. 

Being pregnant with twins your fist time around was not easy at all, but you made it through and now you have the two most beautiful kids that are just years away from going to Hogwarts.

Your youngest was born only 8 months ago but it still seems like forever.

As you walk into her bedroom you can see and hear the culprit of the cries. 

“Hey, it’s okay dove, I’m right here. I’m here now,” you coo to the infant. Her cries begin to diminish upon hearing your voice and seeing your face.

You pick her up and hold her close to you to relish in the fact that this is your life now, and though it might be crazy it feels like you’re where you’re meant to be.

“Did you have a good sleep, dove? Your hair tells me the answer is yes,” you chuckle to her. She smiles at you in return. Even though you were born with out an inch of hair, each of your children came out with specs of dark brown hair upon each of their heads.

Your youngest who you have nicknamed Dove, is the one to have kept most of her hair after being born. Her hair was everywhere from the deep sleep that she was once in.

You bring her over to the changing table that is upon her dresser in the room. Beginning to unbutton the bottom of her pajamas she begins to cry again from the cold air hitting her warm skin.

“I know you are just so cold now that you’re exposed. I’m so sorry my Dove,” you continue to coo at the infant until you are done and your daughter is freshly changed.

“There. Now that wasn’t so bad was it,” you say to her,” are you hungry?” you ask her knowing your aren’t going to get a response.

she just looks up at you.

“I thought you would say that.”

You bring her over to the corner of the room, and sit in the rocking chair there. I begin to feed her straight from the source. I begin to hum to her as she eats.

“You know she looks a lot like you already,” I look up to see Neville standing in the doorway of the nursery.

“She’s only 8 months old, there’s no way she done changing yet,” you respond to him, “but I can see what you’re saying, and if this is the case Merlin help us.”

You’ve always thought of having kids that looked like you, but if they end up acting like you. You’re going to need the strength of Merlin to get you through that.

“I can’t see my life any other way,” Neville says to me.

I smile at him in return,” me either.”

“Also you should hurry up the twins are waiting for us to eat,” he says.

“Alright I’m coming,” you stand up with baby in hand and begin to walk to the stairs.

“Darling what do you think you’re doing?” he asks.

“I’m going to sit at the table eat, and feed her at the same time. It’s quite simple,” you answer.

“Alright but don’t go to quickly down the stairs wouldn’t want you to fall.”

“You Mr. Longbottom are to much of a worrier,” you respond.

“And you Mrs. Longbottom are a super mom.”

“That sir I am,” I say.

When Neville and I finally make it to the table we are both sat next to one of the twins. The youngest still feeding in your arms.

“Who’s ready to eat?” Neville asks.

“Mmmeee,” the twins respond together.

“Let’s dig in then,” he responds to them. Making me smile at the eagerness of my little ones.

Once everything is dished out, Neville helping me with mine, we begin to eat. Your youngest has fallen asleep in the process between you getting your food and her eating her food.

You stand and bring her to the lounge to place her in the bassinet you have in there for her. Leaving her there to rest and so that you can finish your breakfast.

“How long do you think she’ll sleep this time, darling,” Neville asks.

“I don’t know but hopefully not long. I don’t want another night awake until the early hours of the morning,” You say back to him as you continue to eat.

As breakfast concludes and dishes have been taken care of your family makes it’s way into the lounge to enjoy each others company.

You and Neville are sat on the sofa cuddling into one another while you watch your twins play with one another, and your infant sleeps in the corner of the room closest to you on the sofa.

This is one of the most peaceful mornings your family has had in a long time.

And you don’t want this feeling to go away.

“It won’t,” Neville says from behind you.

“Good because I’m not going anywhere any time soon,” you reply back to him.

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Have you ever imagined Harry asking his kids to explain memes to him?

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Ok, but how sad is the fact that Harry didn't even know that the initials that his dad was doodling belonged to his mum