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Potions | Hermione granger

Summary. Hermione confessing her feelings towards you and hoping you feel the same way.

warnings. Plus size reader!, Angst, mentions of homophobia, wlw.

A/n: should I make a pt.2? Please tell me in the comments

Being friends with Hermione for years was extremely hard, not because you didn’t like her… quite the opposite, but because you always had to hide your feelings for her

When Snape told you that you were failing potions you felt quite disappointed in yourself, then he said you had to be tutored…by the one person you tried to avoid, Hermione. Although you felt lucky that you could get to be close with her but of course only for studying.

“Okay y/n, now what is the amortentia potion?” Hermione quizzes you

You take a minute to think “uhm the….uh,..most powerful love potion!” You answer feeling proud of yourself for having remembered.

“Brilliant y/n! So far you have remembered almost every question” Hermione smiles bright at you, you feel the butterflies in your stomach but try and ignore them.

Some of the main reasons you never wanted to tell Hermione about your feelings was, what if she didn’t like girls? and what if she didn’t support you for who you were, if you confessed would she still want to be friend? Or would she be disgusted by your liking towards her.

You never wanted to find out so you just kept it inside.

After the first month of tutoring your grade went up, just not enough to pass yet, so you still had to work with Hermione. On the other hand Hermione felt strange around you.

She had this feeling in her stomach…something she’s never felt before, but if her guess was right, she was madly in love with you.

It scared her. You are her best friend and she doesn’t want to ruin that because of her silly feelings…but she finds herself not being able to control them.

So the she only thing she can think of is removing herself from the situation. She went and asked professed Snape if he would get you a different tutor because she was ‘feeling ill’. After giving her a death stare he quietly said yes.

You were confused, why did Hermione make Snape get you another tutor when she was feeling fine the same day?, did you do something wrong?…you didn’t know what had happened but you hoped she didn’t find out about your feelings.

You also noticed every-time she seen you in the common room or the great hall she would avoid you. As if she couldn’t stand to be around you. Honestly you were scared and not only because of your feelings but also because you missed her, and you didn’t want to give up your friendship for something so small.

yet it wasn't small. It was already affecting you're friendship with her, but you were so afraid for her find out that you were in love with her.

A couple weeks past, you never confronted Hermione, you didn’t think there was a good reason too, you thought if she fount out then what’s the point in trying to talk to her she obviously wasn’t interested.

Then she finally got you alone in a classroom after all the students left, she looked like she’d been crying for days. “Hermione what’s wrong? It looks like you’ve been crying a lot” you question with sympathy in your eyes.

“Yeah that’s actually what I want to talk to you about y/n..” she says looking at the ground

You give her a puzzled look, you thought what about what you could’ve done and then you thought she fount out about your crush, she was crying because she was going to end your friendship.

“w-what did I do Hermione” you asked looking terrified about what you thought you were going to hear.

“I wanted to tell you that…I think I’m in love with you”

You were shocked.

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youwerenevermeanttofeelalone · 4 years

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Teaching The Golden Trio to Surf Headcanons

Pairing (platonic): Golden Trio x Surfer!Plus Size Reader (she/her)

Request: how would you feel doing a surfer chick headcanon for Harry Potter?? Like maybe reader has been skipping class a lot during the spring and summer and comes back to Hogwarts with wet hair smelling like sunscreen and everyone (golden trio probs) is like ?????? And she ends up getting caught apparating out of school to go to the beach and ends up taking the trio with her one day or something.

A/N: first time doing headcanons! I think I did okay, but let me know.

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Hermione would be the first one to observe something was going on with you. It wasn’t just the smell of sunscreen, but how little she saw you around the castle since spring started.

Ron would say she was reading too much into your actions. “She’s probably just snogging someone in empty classrooms.”

Harry, on the other hand, would be interested in Hermione’s theories. He’d start getting worried when you skipped several classes a week and the latest Hogsmeade trip. Ron’s comment couldn’t be right, he had never seen you with anyone else.

You weren’t anywhere in The Marauder’s Map and the map was supposed to always be right. When he asked Hermione if she knew about old enchanted parchments malfunctioning, she said no.

So the three would do the only logical (for them) thing: follow you. To their shock, they’d followed you outside the castle’s grounds where you disapparated.

Free time at Hogwarts had the tendency of getting tedious very easily, but now you had approved your apparition exam, the possibilities were endless.

Making sure no one would see you would be hard at first, but you’d master it quickly. Hagrid was always busy, and you would be careful enough to sneak out of the castle while most students and professors were busy.

They would catch you the afternoon after your last N.E.W.T. You’d assume no one would make note of your absence but they would prove you wrong by asking where were you going.

So you’d take them with you.

Harry’s nose would twitch due to the salty smell, Hermione would be more worried about why you were there and Ron would be thrilled.

They would assume you were there to meet someone but when you’d explain you were there to surf they’d be interested in learning.

Hermione would be nervous at first, and kinda bad at it but she’d be determined on doing it right.

Harry would be in the middle, I think. He’d get too cocky rather quickly and fall off the board seconds later which would make Ron, Hermione, and you laugh.

Ron would be good at surfing, but he’d be disappointed at first for not being able to use a surfboard exactly like yours

You’d try to cheer Ron up by explaining the sport was safer for beginners so he’d learn quickly but he’d still be pouty until you promised you would take him with you more often.

Ron wouldn’t be a fan of the smell that lingered on him, but he wouldn’t complain until you were back at the castle.

Harry would mumble something about you making it look too easy and remind you how easy flying was in comparison.

You’d disagree, and Hermione would too.

Hermione would get the hang of it better than Harry, at least eventually.

Surfing would turn into a tradition once school was finished.

Sometimes only one of them would go with you.

Others the three would.

Hermione would encourage you to enter a competition and help you make a schedule for training.

You’d crush it like she knew you would.

Harry and Ron would be as proud as her.

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Hermione Likes Girls

Hermione Granger x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1121 words

Warnings: Femslash

Summary: Reader has a huge crush on Hermione and doesn't want to do anything about it because she thinks Ron and H are a thing but she couldn't be more wrong

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Your crush on Hermione was no less than common knowledge to every one of your friends but that didn't stop you from burying it so deep inside yourself that you wouldn't have been surprise if even you couldn't bring it back to the surface.

You were positive that your feelings wouldn't go anywhere, considering the very obvious thing going on between her and Ron Weasley.

You weren't particularly upset with him, because he couldn't help it if she liked him and you couldn't bring yourself to look at Hermione as any less than an angel but it still hurt to think that she didn't want you in the same way.

"Miss Y/L/N!" Professor Lupin repeated for what was probably the fifth time during this lesson, startling you into dropping your elbow from the table, which was holding your head up.

"Mr. Weasley will still be there after class" he assures, assuming that you were looking at Ron instead of Hermione.

You figured that was better than having your real feelings announced to the class but not by much. "Of course Professor, I'm sorry" you reply, biting into your tongue to stifle the embarrassment, you forced yourself to keep your eyes away from the other side of the room for the rest of class.

You couldn't bring yourself to talk to them about it, even when they both made their way over to you, you kept your head down.

"Y/N, what was that all about? you love Professor Lupin's class" Hermione wonders, she was so sweet, she always remembered those things about you but in this moment, her concern did nothing but make you feel worse.

"Let's just not talk about it" you plead, gathering your things and heading out of the room with both Ron and Hermione in tow.

While Hermione was worried about you, she knew better than to push the issue. What was bothering her more so than that was the way you had been looking at Ron, did you like Ron really? She knew you had dating boys before but she was under the understanding that you preferred girls...maybe she was wrong.

By the time the three of you met up with Harry in the cafeteria, Ron was sandwiched between two grumpy looking girls, both with concerned involving the other clouding their minds.

Harry was getting the most enjoyment out of the situation of course, Ron looked as if he were on the verge of a panic attack and for once, the two of you were on the same side of the table.

"What did you do to them Ronald?" he teases, making a face at you which only made you scowl that much deeper.

Ron put his hands up defensively and turned himself to be better positioned alongside Hermione, which only fueled your annoyance.

"Lupin called out Y/N's staring, because she was looking at me, and now she's mad" he rants, all the while maintaining his I'm going to have a meltdown attitude.

You scoffed at his words involuntarily which brought each of their eyes to your face in succession.

"I wasn't looking at you Weasley" you bite, sticking your tongue out at him in the way a pouting child would have "And who were you looking at?" Hermione chimes in, a knowing smirk on her face, she couldn't possibly know could see?

You were careful not to let your feelings show through whenever possible. "I was looking at you, you bloody git" you huff, flinging your hands up in a super frustrated sort of way that you usually only used when talking to Malfoy.

She looked shocked at your outburst and you wondered if you had gone too far with yelling at her but she said nothing against you "Why were you looking at me?" she wonders, her eyes locked on your own as she tried her hardest to uncover whatever you were thinking

"Because I was trying to figure out how in the world someone could be so beautiful, and not know it" you mutter, your voice was low although the three of them heard it as plain as day

"You think I'm beautiful?" she asks, completely ignoring the rest of your statement as if deeming that unimportant.

You considered all of your options as you tried really heard to stay away from both boys, you wondered if leaving would be too forward but right now it seemed like the only thing you could do.

"Of course I think you're beautiful, I have eyes don't I?" you tease, ultimately deciding that your feelings were already out there, the best thing you could do was embrace them.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she questions, staring at you dumbfounded, she had been basically in love with you since second year and you were just now telling her the truth.

"I thought you liked Ron, and I didn't want to ruin that" you inform, making her choke on her spit, before giggling that much more than before.

You wondered if she was laughing at you, and you would have been offended had she not followed up with the next few words out of her mouth "You thought I liked Ron? That is so silly Y/N" she tells you, smacking Ron lightly on the shoulder as if he could share in her laughter.

Even Harry looked as if he knew something you didn't and you had no idea what they were hiding from you.

It didn't feel great to know that there was some hilarious joke that everyone knew but you, but you assumed you would be let in pretty quickly.

"What's so funny? Come on-tell me" you pout, crossing your arms around your chest as you puffed out your bottom lip. "Tell her Ron, She'll love it" Harry suggests through his laughter. Ron sighed, looking around the room as if to find some other table to sit at that wouldn't be nearly as awful but gave up when he found no such place.

"Hermione Likes Girls" he says, his voice staying the same solid pitch as if it was the most common knowledge that everyone had but you.

You automatically felt so silly, feeling your face erupt in a cherry red blush "You do? Why didn't you tell me?" you ask, letting a giddy sort of giggle leak through your lips at the idea that you may actually have a chance with the girl you had loved for so long.

"I thought you knew, I've only been dropping hints since year three" she laughs, leaning across the table to place a gentle peck on your cheek that would only be the first of many.

How did you not know that Hermione Granger liked Girls after all this time?

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colorsunimaginable · 3 years

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the spare // chapter three // darkwizard!tom hiddleston x plus size reader - voldemort wins au

story summary: While one a mission to avenge the death of her best friend, Ilvermorny graduate Melisa Alder finds herself in the middle of the fight to defeat Voldemort. Upon capture after the Dark Lord’s triumph, she’s being sold at an auction with other muggleborns and bloodtraitors. Her only hope is also her only bidder - the tall, dark, and handsome Thomus Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy’s younger half-brother. If he just another Death Eater or is he hiding more than just his face beneath the mask? Will she realize her true potential to be one of the resistance’s greatest weapons?

words for this chapter: 2.4k

warnings for this chapter: violence, degradation of plus size POV character

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

Chapter Three:

The next day, Friday, they started prepping us.

An old man came in with the Death Eater from the day before. He clears his throat, eyes scanning us, but not meeting anyone’s eyes. “Is this all of them, Mr. Yaxley?”

“There’s about twenty males down the hall,” Yaxley replies. They were auctioning off men, too?

“Well,” the man says, busying himself by cleaning his classes. “The best way is individually, but I fear we’ll run out of time. Proceedings start at eight?” He pushes his glasses back on, staring at the ceiling.

“Eight sharp.”

“Then let’s get the women cleaned up,” he nods. “I’ll start appraisals on the men in the meantime. We might need to do groups.” He sweeps out of the room.

Yaxley looks to Hermione. “Mudblood. You’re up.”

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In groups of five they were taken and returned, some dressed in plain white or grey dresses and Mary Janes. I scoff at the obvious meaning for the white dresses. How original.

When it’s my turn, I’m taken to shower, and then back to the room where they performed my “exam”. Except instead of Healers, there are cosmeticians. I’m placed on the exam table and they begin rubbing lotion onto my skin. Then they point their wands at different areas of my body, mutter a spell, and I feel the area start to go numb. I look at the area more closely and watch as the hair burns away, sizzling down to the roots.

Thank god, I hate shaving. All my life I felt like I was cursed because of my pale skin and abundance of dark, coarse body hair. Here they are removing it… Everywhere. They even do my face and between my legs. Now I have one less thing to be insecure about. I know it’s for whoever the fuck buys us, but I don’t care. I’d have done it years ago, honestly.

They curl my pink hair and pin it back. One of the cosmeticians charms one of the basic white dresses to fit me. I smile at her gratefully before pulling it over my head.

When I’m returned to the room, they’ve already started pulling girls to be appraised. Hermione thinks it’s by the names on our arms. Luna says she’d seen the boys, and it looked like they weren’t feeding or bathing them much. This doesn’t shock me at all.

When it’s my turn to be appraised, I’m taken alone, meeting Goyle in the room with the old appraiser.

“Goyle’s lot…” he trails off, flipping through papers on the table in front of him. “Alright, name?”

“Melisa Alder,” I say, monotone.

He repeats it, saying the pronunciation wrong. “Age?”

An enchanted quill and measuring tape floats next to and around me, taking my measurements - chest, hips, waist, and height. “24.”

He wrote that down. “Status: Mudblood. American.” He references a list, and marks my papers with a V. He speaks to Goyle. “Based on her maiden status, starting bid should be 5,000 Galleons. Based on her appearance following the guidelines I’ve been given, I estimate bidding to be no higher than that.”

“What?” says Goyle. “She’s got big tits, doesn’t that count for something?”

The appraiser clears his throat, uncomfortable. “Erm, due to her… proportions, no.”

I guess I should be grateful he pulled me off the grounds and healed me, but he really got the short end of the stick. I press my lips together to keep from laughing.

The man clears his throat again, and copies my papers to give to Goyle. Goyle snatches them from his hands, and leads me back to the holding room, grumbling the whole way.

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We wait until evening. There are no windows, so we don’t know exactly the time, but it had been hours since the last girl returned when the door opens again. A Death Eater enters, several waiting in the doorway.

“Ladies,” he announced, “We’ll begin transporting you now. Your Holder will be in charge of you while you travel by portkey. Anyone who tries to fight or run or disobey orders during this process will be promptly killed.” He looks to Hermione, almost speaking directly to her. “Once you are secured backstage, you will follow instructions from the Handlers. Disobedience will result in punishment. For example –“

He whips his wand out, pointing it at Hermione, and her screams fill the room as she collapses to the floor. He ends it after a moment, but just long enough for the torture to bring my blood to a boil.

One by one, the Death Eaters enter, calling the names of their Lots, producing a portkey, and disappearing with them. I’m one of the last ones waiting, along with Hermione. As Goyle calls me over, I look back at Hermione one more time before we disappear.

I manage to stumble into a landing. Then I’m being forced into a wooden chair with my hands stuck behind my back before I even have a chance to look around. The dress isn’t very long, and when I sit, most of my bare backside is pressed into the seat. I squint into the darkness, letting my eyes adjust. Goyle has disappeared, but Yaxley is speaking with the guards in hushed tones. I look around to see the entire room lined with other Lots in chairs. I’m near the front.

Well, I guess it wasn’t a room. Tall, velvet red curtains hung before us, the hum of dozens of voices beyond it. Set pieces are scattered to the left and right of us, a detailed forest backdrop covering the wall behind us. We were on a stage… Backstage, the man had said. I shudder to think who had to die for this premiere location.

On the other side of the stage, the boys are seated like the girls. I see Ron, soundlessly screaming Hermione’s name. I can’t even see her from where I’m seated, or Ginny.

A well-dressed official looking wizard enters from a side door. I vaguely remember him from the Daily Prophet. He stops before the Lots, shuffling papers, and his eyes stop over certain faces. He’s startled by a clap on his shoulder.

“The Death Eaters thank you for your services, Mr. Bagman,” one of them says.

“Yes, Macnair. I am… glad to be of service.” He shuffles the papers some more. They look like the appraisers notes. He points to something on one of the sheets. “Is this an error? The number?”

Macnair smiles. “No error. Potter’s Princess. If you think that’s good, take a look at the Golden Girl.”

He turns to the next page, and looks up, face paling. He must be staring at Hermione.

“We need to take our seats, Mr. Bagman,” Macnair says, shaking his hand. “The Palace is yours.”

Yaxley and the others follow Macnair out, slipping on their Death Eater masks. Bagman steps out on stage from behind the curtain, a spotlight hitting him. His smile hits him instantly, and his posture changes, like he’s put on a mask too. The audience in the theatre roars, the sound almost deafening.

This is it. The moment we’ve all been dreading. Our futures will soon be decided by how much gold someone has in their pockets, however cruel their intentions.

“Welcome!” Bagman’s voice amplified over the hum of the crowd. “Welcome. Find your seats, gentlemen.”

I close my eyes, wishing I could Occlude. I focus on taking deep breaths. There was time for panicking later. As Bagman made his opening remarks, some propaganda about how this is just the beginning and blah blah blah, I try to zero in on my anger.

“We have seventy-seven Lots for auction tonight,” Bagman announces. The crowd erupts. “Gentlemen, we’ll bring each Lot on stage, one at a time. I have their grading, important facts, and blood status. All Lots sold as is. The winning bidders will coordinate with Walden Macnair to arrange payment.

“Now, let’s start off the evening right,” he continues. “With a Weasley.”

The crowd erupts again.

“Not that Weasley!” he teases. “And not that one either. Let’s start off with one of those other gingers.”

I open my eyes in time to see them drag out one of the Weasley twins… I couldn’t find the other one. His hands are stuck behind his back, he sported a black eye and a limp. I guess the healers were only for the girls.

Bagman laughs and gestures for the twin to stand by him, though his face is still pale. They must know each other.

“George Weasley,” Bagman says, “Twenty years old, pure-blood. So, if anyone is looking for a blood traitor to play with…”

The crowd hisses.

“Fine muscle mass, as you can see on your parchments. If you need another house elf, this might be your lucky day. Bidding starts at 2,000 Galleons.”

There’s a loud crack, bone against bone, and someone yells. My head twists to see the commotion. Hermione’s attacked a guard. In the next second, girls are standing and smashing their chairs into the floor until they break apart, pieces of wood stuck to their hands. I see a guard quickly approaching me, and I stand just enough to swing the chair at him. It breaks upon impact, the pieces stuck to my hands splintered.

“There seems to be some kind of… commotion backstage. Nothing to worry about – “

I kneel and stab the guard I had knocked down in the neck, looking away as blood explodes onto my hands. The girls out-number the guards on stage, they were getting slaughtered.

Thundering footsteps come from beyond the curtains, Death Eaters run backstage and shoot spells, kicking girls aside. Before I can attack anyone else, I’m thrown off my feet, and I land hard on the left stage. An oncoming boot slams into my head, and I see black.

~*~

The roar of the audience makes my head pound. I’ve already been struggling with a headache from not having my glasses, but this one was definitely from getting my head bashed in. Two guards are holding me by the arms, different ones than who was guarding us before.

The boys are gone. From the sounds of it, Ron is the last one still on stage. Most of the girls are bound on the floor, incapacitated, some still covered in blood.

“Sold to Walden Macnair for 15,000 Galleons!” Bagman booms.

Ron is brought back and carried off on the other side of the stage, away from the girls.

“Alright now, now,” Bagman says, “Let us begin with the ladies.”

The crowd cheers. I close my eyes, hoping this moment will drag on forever, as I focus on calming my panicked breaths. I have to be angry. I can’t show them I’m afraid.

“Though before you get too excited,” he taunts once the crowd settles. “Our first female of the night is… unlike the others.”

The guards by my side get ready to push me out on stage, into the spotlight. I look down. I still have blood on my hands.

“The first lady I have for you tonight is of… large proportions, if I may so kindly put it,” he continues. “Please allow me to introduce our finest, first prized county fair heifer, Melisa Alder!”

Applause erupts, and the guards release my arms, pushing me forward. I stumble onto the stage. The spotlight blinds me, and I squint to see Bagman across the stage behind a podium. He smiles and gestures to a marked point on the stage. My feet won’t move.

“Gentlemen, I think the lady could use a little dose of encouragement,” Bagman says. He begins to clap, and the crowd’s cheer heightens. I feel a hand shove hard on my back and I stumble forward again, this time not stopping until I reach the marked point. I clench my jaw, willing myself to keep a straight face. My shoulders square and I hide my bloody hands behind my back, staring unseeing into the crowd beyond the light.

“Who the fucks gonna buy that fat slut!?”

“What a fucking cow!”

“Oink oink piggy!”

“Show us the pretty ones I actually wanna fuck!”

Bagman hushes the crowd. “Alright gentlemen! A little about our show-stopping heifer tonight: you might be surprised to find, she’s an American Mudblood!” He reads off my measurements. “And – though I’m not sure who’d be surprised – she is also a virgin! Do with that information as you may… Bidding starts at 5,000 Galleons!”

All noise in the theater is snuffed out like a flame. I’m shocked to find shame and embarrassment spreading through my chest. Honestly, I had no reason to believe that things would turn out any different. I know who I am. I know what I look like.

“Oh, come on!” Bagman says. “Don’t let her pink hair and size scare you off! At the very least you’re buying an excellent cook!”

There are some chuckles, and whispers rise up. Still, no one makes a bid. No one said anything about what would happen if no one placed a bid. I look over at Bagman, who’s whispering to a Death Eater beside him. “Am I allowed to…?” The Death Eater nods.

Bagman faces the crowd again. “Alright! New starting bid is – “

“Oi! Hold up!” I look down to see Goyle hopping up onto the stage. “You lot don’t get to lower the virgin minimum. I’m gettin’ at least that!”

“Mr. Goyle, please take your –“ Bagman begins.

“No, I don’t think so. I think I’m gonna show you all the potential you’re missin’ out on!”

Goyle turns me to face him, roughly grabbing the top of my head and shoving me down onto my knees. The crowd roars with cheer as his hands go to his belt. When he pauses to laugh and jeer with the crowd, I lean back slightly before striking my head right into his groin. He falls onto his back, clutching his crotch in pain. I catch myself with my hands, panting with the adrenaline. The crowd continues to laugh.

Bright orange sparks shoot up out of the darkness from the crowd, quickly silencing it. I sit back on my folded legs, seeing into the crowd for the first time. A lone masked Death Eater stands a few rows back from the group in front of the stage, his wand arm still in the air.

Bagman is quick to bang his gavel. “And sold for 5,000 Galleons to… Thomus Malfoy!”

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queenamethyst · 3 years

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why are there not enough harry potter stories with plus size representation????!!!

I cannot even begin to explain how amazing it feels to be recognized and represented among the writing community and, even tho there are some amazing stories that involve bigger main characters, I feel like there should be more and it definitely shouldn't be a reading rare to find.

and that's not even mentioning black/asian plus size characters.

for the writers that do consider us plus size when writing, as someone that has been reading fanfics for a couple(many) years, believe me when I say that it's very much appreciated and we'll always cheer up your work <3

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midgardianweasley · 3 years

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GEORGE WEASLEY X PLUS SIZE READER MY SOUL NEEDS IT IT NEEDS IT NOWW

ofc ofc bestie, i hope it’s okay <33

All of your bodies are absolutely beautiful guys <33

All of you

George Weasley x Plus Size fem!Reader

Summary: It’s summertime and Y/N is spending her weeks at the Burrow with the Weasley family, invited by Molly and her boyfriend of 5 months, George. The family all decide to go to the local lake to cool off from the sun, Y/N isn’t confident with her body/stretch marks and says she just wants to stay home to avoid anyone else seeing them. George notices and convinces her that her body is beautiful the way it is.

Warnings: Body insecurities, stretch marks, anxious thoughts

Word Count: 1769

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Over the past week at the Burrow, the sun had been blazing, heat becoming a common frustration in the home. They had all tried everything they could to try and cool down, extra ice in their drinks, standing in front of fans, they’d even played quidditch so that they could feel a slight breeze, the air proving to be unhelpful by being at a complete standstill, the humidity was unbearable. Everyone was gathered in the living room, scattered around the room to avoid any possible extra body heat. Even Y/N and George who were always sitting together at any given opportunity had sat themselves a good couple of feet away from the other, the thought of being cuddled up with George had made Y/N grow incredibly warm. Upon hearing Fred groan about how boiling he was for what felt like the millionth time in the last half an hour, Ginny had had enough.

“Fred, for the love of Merlin, will you shut up?”

“I can’t help it! It’s like a bloody fire in here” He argued, tilting his head back against the sofa, quickly regretting it when feeling the fabric against his neck.

“We’re all feeling it Fred! we’re all hot, we’re all bored, we’re all agitated, you repeating the same thing over and over, isn’t helping.” You could hear the frustration in her voice, quickly replaced by the sound of Arthur Weasley standing up and walking around frantically

“Right, we’re not sitting around here for any longer, everyone, pack some swimming gear, we’re going to the Lake!” He announced, everyone cheering, everyone except Y/N. The thought of showing more skin than normal, sent a bolt of anxiety through her. She hadn’t felt comfortable in her own skin for a long time, imagining herself in a swimsuit had made her internally cringe. She was so used to wearing jeans and at a push, a short sleeved t-shirt, knowing what lay beneath. Y/N had never been a fan of her stretch marks. Her parents had always told her that they were signs of her growing, that it wasn’t anything to be ashamed of. She had always viewed them differently. Over the years, she had seen plenty of girls show their stomachs, their legs, and she hadn’t seen them. Or if she had, they weren’t like hers, their ones were white or clear or smaller. She thought something was wrong with her body. Why were hers not white? Why were hers a mixture of red and purple? She was soon brought out of her thoughts by George standing in front of her, placing his hands on her hips gently before speaking.

“You alright Love? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost” He chuckled

Y/N and George had only been dating for about five months, being close friends for a previous two years. He wasn’t aware of Y/N’s insecurities about her body, she always appeared so confident, she hadn’t let it show so to not bring any attention to it. Y/N stepped away slightly when feeling his hands lie on her hips, feeling him touching where she knew the marks where. Trying her best to ignore the frown on his face at the sudden loss of contact, she spoke up quietly.

“Y’know George, I think i’m gonna sit this one out, I’m not feeling so good.�� She lied, briefly meeting his eyes but not maintaining the contact for long. His eyebrows furrowed slightly at her comment.

“Oh. That's okay, I’ll just go and tell mum we’re stay-” He went to leave, but Y/N caught his wrist, gently tugging him back.

“No no, you go have fun Georgie, I’ll just see you when you get back”

“Are you sure you want to stay? Will you be alright on your own?” He questioned, not entirely convinced by her suggestion, she seemed okay when they were all sat down? She never gave up an opportunity to spend time with his family?

“Of course my love, you go and cool down. Tell everyone i’m sorry though, I was excited to go” She lied through the grit of her teeth, pulling a tight lipped smile. ‘There it was’ George thought. Over the years, Y/N had a tell for when she was lying. Her smile was always different when she was telling the truth. This one didn’t quite meet her eyes, why was she lying? He didn’t mention it, he didn’t want to cause a scene or embarrass her, so with a simple nod of his head, he kissed her cheek and waved her up the stairs, going over to Fred when he’d heard the door click shut.

“Hey mate, where’s Y/N gone?” Fred asked, looking around to see if he’d just missed her in the flurry of people gathering their things together.

“She’s just gone upstairs, you lot crack on, we’ll follow after you guys.”

“You sure? I can get mum to go up if she needs some, y’know, woman to woman discussion.” Fred spoke awkwardly, unsure of how to help.

“Nah mate, we’re good, i’ll head up. Honestly, you guys go ahead” George waved him off, watching him meet with the rest of his family, Harry and Hermione included as they were staying with Ron for a bit during the holidays. When he saw them all walking off on their way to the lake, he ran up the stairs, taking two stairs up at a time, coming face to face with his door, he raised his fist and knocked gently.

“Come in?” Y/N spoke with a hint of confusion, she was so sure she’d heard the downstairs door shut. George opened the door, popping his head round first before stepping in, briefly seeing Y/N pull down her top, hoping that he hadn’t seen her stomach before approaching her. Deciding to keep his hands to himself this time, he began to speak. “What’s the real reason you don’t want to go?” He spoke, with only concern and love in his voice.

“I told you, i’m not feeling well.”

“I know what you told me love, but I also know when you’re lying, I want to know what’s troubling you so I can help.”

“It’s nothing you can help with.” Y/N spoke, but quickly jumping backwards when she’d caught eye of George beginning to reach out again. He picked up on her reaction again.

“Have I done something princess?”

“No, you haven’t done anything Georgie.” She sighed, feeling defeated knowing that he could read her like a book but had come to the conclusion that it was something against him.

“You can talk to me you know, if it is something I’ve done, I-”

“It’s not aimed at you, I just, I don’t like it.” She spoke, causing George to tilt his head slightly, not entirely sure what she meant. Seeing this, she spoke again.

“I..I don’t like people touching my stomach, or my hips, or my legs.”

“Is there a reason why? If you don’t mind me asking, you don’t need to answer, but i’m here to help if you do”

Y/N thought about it for a few minutes, George standing silently, giving her time to think it over. Instead of speaking, she lifted her top slightly, not a lot, but enough for George to see what in his eyes looked to be like red and purple lightning bolts. He looked fascinated by them. Shying under his stare, but not pulling her top down yet, Y/N mumbled

“They’re called stretch marks, if that’s what you’re wondering.” George looked up at her

“And you don’t like them?”

“No.”

“How come?” He spoke, being patient with her responses. She sighed again, taking a minute before answering

“They look weird, almost angry. They’re not faded and white like other girls. They just make me feel like my body is..wrong. I don’t know how else to explain it” She spoke, feeling vulnerable under his eyes, knowing he was looking at them, something she had always avoided. George’s gaze fluttered between her stretch marks and her eyes, feeling fully captivated by her. “May i?” He spoke, indicating that he’d wanted to touch them, she hesitated, but eventually nodded her head, trusting him to not judge her. He softly stroked them with his thumb, feeling slightly proud that she was letting him be this close to her, not just physically, but emotionally. He knew she felt vulnerable, she was trusting him with her insecurity. Because of this, he chose his next words carefully.

“I think they’re beautiful”

“George-” She went to reply, but he quickly cut her off

“No no, just listen to me for a minute, okay?” She stopped speaking, taking this as a sign to speak, he continued. “I think they’re beautiful. They’re a sign that you’ve grown. That your body is changing, a sign of something good. They don’t have to look like everyone else’s, your body, and every mark on it, is unique to you, just like your personality. All of it makes you the Y/N we all know and love. I know not everyone has seen them, but I can guarantee nothing would change if they were to see it. These are nothing to be ashamed of.” He spoke, still stroking the marks. Meeting her eyes again, he saw tears falling and heard quiet sniffles.

“Hey hey, what’s with the tears, Princess? did I say something wrong?” She smiled and chuckled softly

“Not a thing Georgie, I’ve just never heard of anyone speak of me so fondly before. Do you mean all of that?”

“Of course I do my love. Every word. I understand if you don’t want to go to the Lake, but, I think it would be a nice idea. You don’t need to wear anything you’re uncomfortable with, just having your company would be enough for us.” Wiping her tears while speaking. She shook her head.

“I think i’ll go, but I’ll just go with what i’m wearing, if that’s okay. I don’t want to wear a swimsuit.”

“That’s absolutely fine, princess. Whatever you like.” George smiled, about to turn to lead both of them out, before he was tugged back again. She leaned up to kiss him, just a peck, but it spoke a thousand words.

“Thank you for staying and helping me Georgie, it means the world to me.”

“Anything for you.” He spoke, kissing her again before the both of them walked out hand in hand, ready to go to the lake and meet the rest of the family, hopefully without Fred’s grumbles.

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masterlist

* = smut, 18+ only

neville longbottom

neville dating a slytherin headcannon*

jealous!neville smut*

overstimulation w. neville*

neville using sex toys on the reader*

losing your virginity to neville*

dom!neville punishes the reader*

cockwarming w. neville*

neville shows the reader just how not vanilla he is*

the morning after your wedding w. neville

dom!neville w. an aphrodisiac*

dom!reader using a sex toy on sub!neville*

remus lupin

young!remus, pre-full moon smut*

remus confesses his feelings for reader (pt. 1) (pt. 2*)

thigh riding w. remus*

young!remus soft post-full moon smut*

bratty sub!remus gets a punishment*

sirius black

sirius w. a breeding kink*

sirius w. a size kink*

cockwarming w. sirius*

young!sirius w. a mommy kink*

tom riddle

young!tom w. jealous reader*

tom w. dom!reader*

knife play w. tom*

mirror sex w. daddy kink!tom*

tom fucks ravenclaw!reader in the slytherin common room*

cedric diggory

cedric x reader mutual masturbation*

cedric nsfw headcannons*

thigh riding in the prefect’s bathroom w. cedric*

angry!cedric smut*

cedric overstimulating fem!reader*

cedric w. an innocence kink*

cedric w. a breeding kink + cockwarming*

cedric wakes the reader up with oral*

cedric punishes the reader w. bondage + overstimulation*

first time w. cedric during christmas holiday*

thigh riding w. best friend’s roomate!cedric*

draco malfoy

malfoy manor library smut* (pt. 2 w. breeding kink*)

dom!draco*

draco forgets your anniversary and makes it up to you w. sex*

mirror sex w. draco x innocent reader*

plus sized! reader facesitting w. draco*

cockwarming w. draco*

draco waking the reader up w. oral*

dom!draco w. a breeding kink*

overstimulation w. draco*

period sex w. draco*

draco fucks the brat right out of the reader*

sub!draco with a mommy kink*

sub!draco learns how to eat pussy*

reader cheats on draco while in an arranged marriage* (pt. 2*) (pt. 3*)

virgin!sub!draco*

draco making the reader cum from just dirty talk*

mean dom!draco punishes the reader*

enemies-to-lovers w. sub!draco*

ex husband!draco x reader get a second chance*

actress!reader and co-star!draco relieve frustrations after a spicy scene*

mean dom!reader punished bratty sub!draco*

blaise zabini

blaise w. a degradation kink*

jealous rough dom!blaise w. a breeding kink*

dom!blaise w. an innocence kink*

office sex w. blaise x breeding and degradation*

pegging sub!blaise w. a mommy kink*

hard dom!blaise on your wedding night*

harry potter

harry w. an edging kink*

sub!harry*

harry sexting headcannon*

harry comforting the reader when she thinks she’s a bad mom (pt. 2)

harry w. a mommy kink*

harry x reader get together after the war

dad!harry watching you breastfeed james

sub!harry gets punished by dom!reader*

dom!harry edges the reader w. a vibrator*

edging and overstimulation w. dom!harry*

thigh riding harry in the mirror*

sub!harry w. a mommy kink*

cockwarming sub!harry*

james potter

young!james being a tease in class*

sub!james w. a mommy kink*

george weasley

thigh riding george w. a praise kink*

sex w. george at www*

george w. an innocence kink*

playful george w. a bratty sub

fred weasley

fred’s reaction to the reader flirting w. a slytherin boy

mean dom!fred*

fred waking the reader up w. head and a smutty shower*

fred comforting insecure reader

daddy!fred takes your virginity*

desk sex w. fred*

ron weasley

cuddling w. soft!ron

ron. w a degradation and choking kink*

sex w. ron at the burrow*

calling ron ‘daddy’ for the first time*

regulus black

thigh riding w. regulus*

regulus catches girlfriend!reader masturbating*

hermione granger

sex. w hermione in an abandoned classroom*

lucius malfoy

lucius breeds reader*

multiple pairings

james x sirius x remus x reader foursome w. degradation*

ron x lee jordan x reader threesome w. dom!ron*

ron x fred x george x reader foursome*

using your safeword w. sirius x remus

overstimulation and subspace w. sirius x remus*

fred and george take turns w. reader*

dom!reader x dom!hermione x sub!harry*

dom!fred x sub!reader x dom!george*

reader x cedric x sub!harry*

dom!ginny x dom!reader x sub!draco*

doms!fred and george ruin the reader* (pt. 2*)

hermione catches draco x reader and joins*

enemies-to-lovers harry x reader x ron*

how the hp men would react if you used your safeword*

dom!reader punishes sub!harry x sub!draco*

how the hp men would react if you called them daddy*

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! REQUESTS ARE CLOSED !

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My masterlist!

Genres I'll write:

fluff

angst

smut

I can and will ignore/not write something (even if it is one of the genres listed above) if I see fit. this could be due to me not feeling comfortable writing about it, finding it offensive/insensitive etc. if that is the case, please just accept the fact and move on.

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Type of fics I'll write:

one shots

drabbles

imagines

song!fics

multi chapter fics

AUs

dark!fics

Not sure if I'm missing anything.

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Who I'll write for:

— Golden trio era —

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ginny Weasley

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Cedric Diggory

Pansy Parkinson

Draco Malfoy (depending on the request)

— Marauders era —

James Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Regulus Black

Lily Evans

Peter Pettigrew

— General/non specific era —

Bellatrix Black/Lestrange

Tom Riddle

Narcissa Black/Malfoy

— Losers Club —

Beverly Marsh

Bill Denbrough

Richie Tozier

Stanley Uris

Mike Hanlan

Eddie Kaspbrak

Ben Hanscom

— Bowers Gang —

Henry Bowers

Victor Criss

Patrick Hockstetter

Reginald (Belch) Huggins

STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

001 / Henry Creel

Max Mayfield

Robin Buckley

Billy Hargrove

Will Byers

OTHER FICTIONAL CHARACTERS

Peter Parker (tasm & mcu)

Wanda and Pietro Maximoff (mcu)

Elio Perlman (cmbyn)

Hal (The king)

Rue Bennett (Euphoria)

Rodrick Heffley (diary of a wimpy kid)

CELEBRITIES

Either because I write for their fictional character/s or because I just feel like it:

Jenna Ortega

Sadie Sink

Sophia Lillis

Timothée Chalamet

Finn Wolfhard

Zendaya

Other than that, it all depends on said celebrity. If they’re not on the list, ask and I’ll get back to you.

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Types of Readers I’ll write for:

In regards to fluff, smut and angst:

fem!reader

gn!reader

male!reader (however I'm not the most experienced in this)

plus sized!reader

In regards to smut, specifically, I will write sub!reader but primarily dom!reader as I have more experience with this.

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What I will not write about:

Sexual harassment/abuse

Self Harm

ED's

Con-noncon / noncon

Illegal age gaps (a minor and an adult together)

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Things to include when making a request:

who you want to be in it

what kind of fic you want

any specific reader you had in mind

a basic idea / summary of what you want it to be about

any prompts from my prompt list (optional)

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That’s all from my side, love ya <3

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Word Count: 3.7k

Dad! Fred Weasley x Fem! Reader (Granger and mum too)

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of food, sort of sad, abandonment issues, pregnancy, vomiting, not a lot but tell me if I missed any.

A/N: I'm obsessed with dad fred ok?

Y/N= Your Name L/N= Your Last Name Y/H= Your House, Y/N/N: Your Nickname

"I'm sorry! I-It's just that between the shop, and Umbridge, and my mum- It's all too much and I can't also-" Fred says as I feel tears drip down my cheeks. "You also can't have me? I didn't know that I was such a burden Fred. If I knew I wouldn't of burdened you for three fucking years." I say and he looks at me hurt. "No- No! I didn't mean that- Baby" He begins but I let out a choked laugh. "You can't call me that. No not when you are breaking up with me. That's not fair." I cry and he tries to move closer but I take a step back picking up the clothes in my closet. "W-What are you doing?" He asks and I throw his shirts at him as I grab his things on the bottom. "I can barely face you now. I'm not facing you to give you your things back." I tell him and I hear a choked cry. "Please don't do this. We can still be friends." He tells me and I laugh through my tears. "You can't call me a burden and say that shit line." I tell him. I turn around to see tears strolling down his face, barely any because of the fight he is putting up.

I finally cry and wrap my arms around him. He places his hand on my head and the other on my back, holding me where I was. "I'm so sorry" He whispers in my hair and I just sob into his shirt. He finally leaves when George calls him and I watch from my window the fireworks off in the distance. I sit down on my bed and feel myself break mentally. 'I don't know how I will do this on my own.' I think to myself staring at the pregnancy test I took yesterday. I was planning on telling him but when he clumped me in with his burdens, it was too hard. I just curl up into a ball crying until I fall asleep.

***

"HERMIONE HE'S DOING IT AGAIN- FINN" I yell as the baby flings his lunch at me. "SWITCH!" She yells back in the same worried tone. I grab Ginger my other newborn as she grab my spoon and place her on her tray. She fights me as I try to swaddle her and I plead her silently. I hear the doorbell ring and Hermione perks up. "Don't you dare-" She begins but I place Ginger in her cot and run out to see who it is.

I open the door and my breath hitches lightly. "Hey Y/n..." George says nervously. He looks up and does a double take. "A-Are you alright?" He stutters at my appearance. "Yeah just work getting ahead of me." I explain and he nods. "So... Watcha doing here? For the first time.. In a year..." I mumble the last part and he looks around confused. "Where's Hermione. She invited me saying something about needing to tell me something." He explains. "HERMIONE" I groan and she walks out and smiles at George. "You made it!" She exclaims and I point at her. "You're dead." I say and I run towards her angrily.

"WHAT THE HELL YOU CALLED GEORGE?!"

"LOOK I CAN'T TELL YOU ENOUGH THEY NEED A MALE INFLUENCE AND SURE AS HELL FRED WON'T BE IT SINCE YOU HAVE NO GUTS, HE'S THE BEST OPTION."

"I CAN DO THIS ON MY OWN" I yell back and she sends a firm smack to the side of my head. "YOU ARE 19 YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE TO!" She yells back and George finally made it over to us confused as hell. "As much as I love the Granger sisters fighting over me... This is not what I had in mind." He points and I groan at the sound of Finn crying. "Look what you made me do." I tell her and she gasps starting to rant again. I walk into the baby's room. I smile sweetly at the boy crying in his cot.

"Hi baby..." I whisper and he gurgles at me smiling. I walk over and pick him up, rocking him lightly. I sit down on my rocker and he swiftly falls back asleep. I reach my free hand to poke inside of Ginger's cot, her hand wrapping around my finger. I smile at the two and hear a gasp. "Y/n-" He begins and I shush him softly, not taking my eyes off my baby boy. "He's asleep." I whisper, too distracted by my ginger baby to register what's going on.

"W-Who are the parents?" He asks kneeling in front of the rocker to rub a knuckle against his head lightly. "They're mine..." I whisper and look up, a tear dripping down my face that clearly gives away my happy smile. "What do you mean? Its only been a year since you two-" He stops realizing what happened. "Is this my nephew?" He asks smiling softly at him. "Maybe." I whisper and he looks at me smiling with tears sliding down his cheeks. "C-can I hold him? Or her?" He asks, guessing at the colors of their sleeping sacks. I smile sweetly getting up. I hand him Finn softly and he gasps at the size of the baby in his hands. "Y/n- You're 19. How- Why?" He asks and I sigh, rubbing my knuckle into Finn's chest lightly. "My sister has helped but honestly I don't know. It's been a crazy year." I explain. "I'm willing to help. Especially now." He tells me and I smile.

***

I pick up Ginger trying to put her shoes on her as she gurgles in protest. "Hey baby you gotta wear shoes now that you're walking, that's the deal." George explains and she gurgles lightly as if she understood. He's fighting Finn to get his shoes on and I finally put on Ginger's. "Tough ones we got here." He says, wiping sweat from his brow. His arm getting hit by a flying tantrum going on next to him. He looks at him and shakes his head chuckling. He scoops up the almost two year old in his arms and laughs. "He is a kicker." He tells me and we finally get them dressed. "Ugh we really need to stop bringing them to the shop, its getting risky." I tell him and he laughs as if I said the best joke ever. "There is no way these kids are being raised without knowing the joke shop, and plus Fred is off on Wednesdays." He explains and I nod curtly.

We walk to the shop talking about the kids who are settled on our hips. "So I will take up cleaning tomorrow if you bring them to the park the next day and I think there might be a Hermione visit. And I bought some baby food with solid because I don't know if they will still like it-" I begin but get cut off by George chuckling. "You are overthinking this. You are a great mum and if they won't eat solid, you have a blender." He explains and I nod. He's been amazing at calming my anxiety when it come to the kids. He took the role as helpful uncle and comes over all the time but makes sure he doesn't overstep. I make my way inside the shop and he makes his way to customers. I get to the till having Ginger in her stroller next to me. Every hour he switches with me saying they need time with their mama.

The shop finally closes and he helps me with the stroller up the steps. We quickly make our way to the room and Ginger gets up waddling to his bed. I fold his clothes as they play on the bed. I hear a muffled conversation as me and the kids stay quiet. He walks in and Finn gasps reaching out for him. He hands him the milk and Ginger whines until we pass the milk quickly to her. She lays on her back playing with her feet as she drinks her milk.

"These kids..." He laughs. He grabs Finn and opens the door. "Fred's gone don't worry. He will be for the next hour." He tells me to my worried expression. I nod and he comes back with Finn in a new diaper and hands him to me. "He has been kicking me lately. The little bugger." He says rubbing his arm. I laugh and nuzzle my nose against his. "He's obviously like his father." I state and he nods smiling.

***

I make my way into the shop searching for George as the two toddlers point out everything. I hear Ginger gasp and bolt. I run after her clutching on to Finn. I look around scared as shit I lost my baby. When I hear someone talking to her.

"UNCLE RORGE!" I hear her squeal and I laugh realizing she found her uncle. "What sweetheart? Where's your mother?" I hear a voice ask laughing. "Uncle Rorgeeee. You promised me you would bring treats!!" She complains as I look for the aisle they're in. "I'm sorry little one but I'm not George. I'm Fred. What's your name?" He asks and I freeze. "Isn't Red daddy's name?" Finn asks and I can't answer. He slides out of my grasp, obviously knowing where Ginger is. I yell after him and see the man Ginger was talking to. I gasp lightly and she's giggling.

"Uncle Rorge that's not your name! Your name is Rorge. R-O- MUMMY! I FOUND UNCLE RORGE." She points out. "There's your mum. Hello ma'am- Y/n?" He asks confused. "C'mon Ginger. Uncle George is probably somewhere." I say not answering I pick her up as she cries saying Uncle George is right in front of her. I quickly scoop Finn up and quickly walk to find George. "Y/n! What- Crap its Wednesday." He says shocked. He grabs Finn from my hands and bounces him lightly. "UNCLE RORGE TEL-TELR- HE USED A PORTAL" Ginger tries and I nod rubbing her hands. "You- Oh no- Oh shit- Oh sorry-" George stutters. "I'm going to hide in your office now-" I state and he grabs my hand. "You need to face him. He is their father." He tells me and I wipe a tear from my eyes. "I can't George. Not yet." I say and he drops my hand nodding. "C'mon then." He tells me and I walk to the office with him.

I hear banging on the door and it finally opens. "Y/n-" He gasps and I ignore him playing with Ginger. "Y/nnnn" I hear him say again. "Yes Fredrick?" I ask and he tugs my shoulder playfully and George walks in. "Great, your on babysitting duty." I say and George tries to protest but I try and bolt. Fred stops me. He moves carefully so I can't get past him. "A-Are you sheep dogging me?" I ask and he shrugs. "If it works. Now when did Y/n Granger start babysitting?" He asks and I try to move past him. "Two years ago. When you broke my heart, remember that?" I ask and his smile turns into a frown. "I've been trying to get a hold of you. Every day for an hour I question Hermione or someone." He tells me and I laugh. "Anyways- I need to-"

"MUMMY FINN 'OOK MY BLANKET!!!" Ginger screeches. I turn around and George is trying to help the best he can. "I- They fight over everything-" He tries and I laugh walking over. "C'mere baby." I say to Finn. I take the blanket from his hands and he sobs. I grab the dummy and pop it in his mouth, calming him instantly. "Mummy?" He asks and I sigh. "They're two." I explain. I watch the gears turn in his head. "I- No- Wait- Are- What- No-" He stutters, shocked. "Yep. Meet Ginger and Finn Weasley- Well Granger-Weasley. Felt wrong to take the fathers name out." I explain and he collapses to his knees. "UNCLE RORGE! THERE ARE TWO!!!" Ginger states, finally looking around.

***

"Mummy. Mummy. Mummy. Mummyyyy." I hear Finn complain next to me. "Yes light of my life?" I ask sighing. "When's daddy coming? And when's dinner? And why are bananas curved? And why are me and Ginger's hair red when yours is brown? Do we get that from Daddy? Where is daddy?" He questions. "Finny- Baby- Daddy is coming in twenty minutes. Dinner will be done in an hour. I don't know, I need to google it. Yes daddy gave you ginger hair. And on his way." I explain turning so we can google it together. "Ok so bananas are curved so they can get sun." I explain. He nods and slides out of my lap. "Thank you mummy!" He yells behind him as he runs.

The doorbell rings and I open it to see Fred. I give him a quick hug as we all sit down for dinner, Fred answering all of Finn's wild questions as I listen to Ginger tell me its paghetti not spaghetti. We all finish and I clean the dishes while Fred reads them a story. He walks out and sighs laughing. "Ginger just had a long ass argument about how an elephant not a giraffe was in Africa. She does not realize that she can't read." He tells me and I laugh. "She refuses to admit it. Yesterday she tried reading to Finn. Pride and Prejudice was a ballsy move." I explain and he laughs. "My girl would do that." He says. "Want to watch a movie?" He asks and I sigh. "Fred you need to head home soon." I tell him and he nods sighing. "I know... But can't two friends watch the thrilling and sexy adventure of- Aurora?" He says picking up a random tape.

I laugh and take the tape shaking my head. "I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea Fred." I tell him, poking his nose. "Then let's make it the correct idea." He boldly puts. I chuckle taking the blankets from the couch. "What do you mean Fred?" I ask and he moves to hold my arms lightly. "I want to be yours. And- And I want you to be mine." He states and I look at him shocked. "Don't do this Fred." I whisper and his smile falters for a second. "Do what?" He asks softly.

"Don't do this." I say circling my arms between us. "Fred I love you but based off of three years ago, you don't love me. And I finally found my peace with that. But please. Please do not say you love me when I know you don't. I love that you are such an amazing father that you would throw yourself into an unhappy relationship just for them. But I can't. I don't want fake. I want your real love. And I won't allow myself to accept the man I love to say he loves me when he doesn't." I rant and he pulls me closer. "That's not why I'm saying that. Please." He whispers the last part, placing his forehead against mine. "Fred. I'm not going to be a burden again. That's why I couldn't tell you about those two amazing kids in there. I'm not using them as a way to have you again." I say and he looks at me with hurt eyes. "At least allow me a movie. Just a movie. I don't care if you say I don't love you when I do. But I just want to hold you again." He whispers and I sigh. "A movie."

I sit down on the couch and he slides next to me. "I do love you, more than the world." He whispers and I feel my eyes sting from tears trying to leave. I hear Ginger cry and I get up instinctively. "She's been having bad dreams lately." I tell him wrapping my jacket around myself. "Sit down. I got her." He tells me and I nod sighing.

I hear the baby monitor register him entering their room and I grab it to see what's going on.

"Daddy!" She sobs clutching to her fathers shirt. "Hey little one. What's wrong?" He asks calmly, wiping her face. "I had a bad dream. I got up and Finn was gone and mummy and you. Then there was a dragon and it chased me!" She sobs and he holds her close nodding. "Look baby. There's Finn. And mummy is right in the living room." He assures her. "But every time I wake up you aren't here anymore. You always leave. Why can't you stay? Mummy makes pancakes every Wednesday and she tells us they used to be your favorite. And- And why don't you stay?" She cries into his shirt, breaking his heart. "I'm so so sorry baby. I would stay. I would. But I can't right now. But I promise I will be one day." He tries. "Why don't you and mummy have rings?" She suddenly asks and he looks at her confused. "What do you mean baby?" He asks and she digs her face into his shirt more. "Sophie's mummy and daddy have rings. And they always hug. Why do you and mummy not do that?" She asks and he smiles at her softly. "Because mummy and daddy are a little different than Sophie's." He tells her and she pouts. "Don't you love mummy?" She asks and he sighs. "I do baby. Very much. But some things are harder than others. But I promise. I will always be here for you. And I am so sorry for all that lost time but I promise, I will make it up to you." He whispers. They stay there quietly hugging until Ginger finally drops her head, quietly sleeping. He smiles laying her on the bed assigned to her and tucks her in softly. "God I love you. More than the world." He whispers, almost exactly how he said to Y/n moments before, with the same look in his eyes. Love.

I wipe my eyes hearing him walk out. His eyes are puffy but he shows no sign of sadness on his face. "Fred?" I whisper and he looks over smiling. "Yes?" He asks and I sigh. "Make me a promise." I tell him and he nods confused. "If I do this. You have to promise me. Do you actually love me or do you just love our children?" I ask and he laughs. "I love you all. Y/n you are the love of my life. Why are you asking this?" He asks and I finally kiss him. He perks up in surprise but he slowly melts into it. "God I love you so much." He whisper in between the kiss. Finally we break away chuckling as he smiles at me. "Want to watch our movie now? I was told there are some sexy adventures in Sleeping Beauty." I ask and he chuckles sitting down on the couch. "I also wanted to say, I might have promised a ring in the future." He suddenly says and I laugh holding up the baby monitor. "Shit I forgot we had that." He laughs and I kiss hiss jaw lightly. "Guess I caught you." I whisper and he laughs.

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I wake up in my bed thinking last night was a far-fetched dream and smell smoke. "Fuck he is too much like his father." I whisper to myself. I run out and the twins are no where to be seen. I see Fred and he is throwing toast in the trash sadly. "Watcha doing?" I ask and he looks up sighing. "Trying to make breakfast..." He groans sitting down. I walk over and rubs his shoulders as he hums lightly. "Its Wednesday you blessing of a man." I whisper and he chuckles nodding. He turns, puckering his lips and I kiss him quickly. "Get the two arsonists awake please." I say as I grab a pan. He groans moving closer to me. "Why ruin the fun so early?" He asks, his hands sliding around my waist. He kisses my neck as I lean my head away slightly. "Mmm... As much as I would love to, the muffling spell is going to drop at any given moment and Finn is a light sleeper. The boy will tell Ginger we didn't wake them up and they will plot." I explain and he laughs at the thought.

"DADDY!" I hear Ginger yell and Finn runs out to find me. "DADDY'S HERE!" He tells me and I gasp. "He is?! Does that mean we should make french toast?!" I ask and Finn tugs my pyjama bottoms. "NOOO WE NEED TO MAKE PANCAKES!!!!" He whines and I laugh nodding. "FINN! CMONNNN" Ginger yells as she pulls Fred behind her. "COMING! WE'RE WATCHING TV WITH DADDY!" He tells me and I smile. "Go on then!" I tell him.

I finish making pancakes and we all eat together. Fred gets up and Ginger grabs him. "What baby?" He asks and she shoves her face into his leg. "You're leaving aren't you?" Finn asks and he smiles at Ginger, picking her up. "Just to the bathroom. Me and mummy thought you two would like a daddy day. I'm staying here for the whole day." He says winking at me. They all cheer and he moves over to kiss the top of my head and walking to the bathroom. "Mummy..." Ginger whispers. "Yes?" I ask in the same hushed tone. "Daddy kissed you." She tells me and I nod. "Yes he did." I whisper and she giggles happily.

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I wake up to feel Fred moving around. "What are you doing?" I ask sleepily and he kisses my head. "Finn peed his bed, I got it though." He whispers and lays down next to me. "Does he need a bath?" I ask and he laughs. "Covered." He tells me and I smile nuzzling into his arm. "My hero." I mumble and he chuckles. I start to feel woozy and I rush out of bed. "Darling?" He yells behind me. I throw up into the toilet as I feel my body shake. He rushes in and grabs my hair into a ponytail. "Darling! Oh my god this is why you don't let me make meals." He tells me and I laugh weakly.

"I feel like now is a brilliant time to tell you. I might be pregnant." I tell him smiling. "Surprise..." I whisper doing weak jazz hands.

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Masterlist

Marvel:

Steve Rodgers x Plus size reader

Surgery

Tony stark x plus size reader

Beautiful

Perfect fit

Bucky Barnes x plus size reader

Choose

Choose pt.2

You okay?

Peter Parker x plus size reader

Someone to love (Andrew Garfield)

Loki laufeyson x plus size reader

Human love

Kate bishop x plus size reader

Beautiful girl

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JATP!:

Luke Patterson x plus size reader

Curve

Dating Luke Patterson would include

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Celebs:

Pete davidson x plus size reader

Dating Pete Davidson would include

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Descendants:

Ben Florian x plus size reader

Paparazzi

Changes

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Harry Potter:

Neville Longbottom x plus size reader

I love you

Hermione granger x plus size reader

Potions

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Arcane:

Arcane characters headcanons:

First time they see you without a shirt on

Viktor x plus size reader

Stuck in the rain

Jayce tails x plus size reader

One of a kind

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13 reasons why:

Jeff Atkins x plus size reader

Dating Jeff Atkins would include

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Titans

Dick Grayson x plus size reader

Oh really?

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X-men

Raven Darkholme x plus size reader

The same

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Father Marty’s Harry Potter Masterlist

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Hello star shine!! ✰ This is my masterlist containing all of my requested drabbles, headcanons, + imagines. If you are curious about requesting, you can click here to read what I ask of you before requesting.

Please do not copy my work, I work hard on creating each piece + I do not appreciate when my ideas are taken.

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Harry Potter Fandom

Marauders Era: *No specific love interest*

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James Potter:

Our Shirt || j.p.

James Potter x Fem!Reader

In Another Lifetime || j.p.

James Potter x Best Friend Fem!Reader

One In A Billion || j.p.

James Potter x Fem!Reader

The Better Potter || j.p. twin sister

James Potter Twin Sister x Marauders Era

The Gifted Sister Headcanons || j.p. twin sister pt 2

James Potter Twin Sister x Marauders Era

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Sirius Black:

Darling Daughter || s.b.

Sirius Black x Hufflepuff Daughter!Reader

Pranksters Paradise || s.b. & r.l.

Sirius Black x Remus Lupin, Wolfstar x Daughter!Reader

Father Of Mine || s.b.

Sirius Black x Daughter!Reader

Speak For Me || s.b.

Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

Too Stunned To Speak || s.b.

Sirius Black x Slytherin Fem!Reader

Ten Points to Slytherin || s.b.

Sirius Black x Slytherin Fem!Reader

Princess || s.b.

Sirius Black x Slytherin Fem!Reader

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Remus Lupin:

Furry Boyfriend || r.l.

Furry Boyfriend pt 2 || r.l.

Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

Caretakers Lifeline || r.l.

Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

Muggle Magic || r.l.

Remus Lupin x Muggle Fem!Reader

Lovely Curves || r.l.

Remus Lupin x Plus Size Fem!Reader

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Lily Evans

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Marlene McKinnon

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Draco Malfoy

The Ravenclaw Riddle || d.m.

Draco Malfoy x Ravenclaw Fem!Reader

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Cedric Diggory

I Don’t Wanna Be Your Friend || c.d.

Cedric Diggory x Fem!Reader

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Harry Potter

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George Weasley

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Fred Weasley

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Hermione Granger

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Luna Lovegood

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Ginny Weasley

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Theo Nott

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Lee Jordan

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Ron Weasley

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Seamus Finnigan

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the spare // chapter five // darkwizard!tom hiddleston x plus size reader - voldemort wins au

story summary: While one a mission to avenge the death of her best friend, Ilvermorny graduate Melisa Alder finds herself in the middle of the fight to defeat Voldemort. Upon capture after the Dark Lord's triumph, she's being sold at an auction with other muggleborns and bloodtraitors. Her only hope is also her only bidder - the tall, dark, and handsome Thomus Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy's younger half-brother. If he just another Death Eater or is he hiding more than just his face beneath the mask? Will she realize her true potential to be one of the resistance's greatest weapons?

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chapter warnings: graphic violence

Chapter Five:

The next morning I wake to a splitting headache. I roll over in bed, looking for the time on the bedside table and I gasp when I see my glasses, placed right in front of the clock.

I frantically reach for it, afraid it was going to disappear if I waited any longer. They slide onto my face, and the familiarity is instantly comforting. They wouldn’t help the headache I already had, but they would come less often now.

In the bathroom, I check the door to his room to see if it could be locked from the bathroom side. A sigh of relief when I see a latch only accessible from this side.

Now with assured privacy, I give the room a once over: looking in the shower, the medicine cabinet, and the storage under the sink. There is an in-wall shelf with folded towels. The medicine cabinet has the over the counter pain meds I usually use for these kinds of headaches, and I find an unopened pack of toothbrushes under the sink. I make quick use of these, nearly gagging on my enthusiasm to ingest drugs and clean my teeth.

Besides quick glances, I avoid looking in the mirror. I know if I look too closely, I’ll start picking at my skin. Even at 24, some days I have the skin of a teenager. Now that my facial hair is gone though… hm, I guess that does reassure me the slightest bit. One less thing to worry about.

When I’m ditching the simple white dress, I remember what the Healer said about my wound. I suppose it’s been a few days. While I wait for the shower water to warm up, I peel off the bandage. The bruising looks like it had gotten worse since I’d last seen it. I gently press my fingers into the discoloration for a moment. It doesn’t hurt, just a dull ache. The laceration is still scabbed over.

I don’t care to keep track of how long I’m in the shower. It’s too heavenly to rush. Long after every little crevice is scrubbed raw, the water finally runs cold, and I dry off. I finally leave the bathroom, wrapped in a towel that barely closed.

I stand for a moment in the middle of the bedroom. I was too excited by the idea of getting clean that I didn’t check to see if I had any clean clothes to change into. Checking the wardrobe, it is indeed stocked with its purpose. If anything will fit… that’s a different problem.

Surprisingly, it’s overflowing with clothes. New clothes. T-shirts, blouses, leggings… even underwear and socks. I pull open a drawer and find multiple bras. I grab comfortable looking underthings, a t-shirt, and leggings.

Another sigh of relief – everything fits. I doubt Malfoy went shopping for me personally, but I’m extremely grateful for whoever did.

Once I’m dressed, I can’t prolong my curiosity any longer. I creep out of the bedroom, and tiptoe down the stairs. The door to his room is closed. It was noon when I woke, so I suspect he’s been awake far longer than I have.

Throughout my exploration of the house, I’m… disturbed by the layers of dust I find on almost everything. Like whoever lived here died and no one came to collect what was left behind. Of course, given who owns this house now, that’s probably what happened. The old lady was killed, and now I’m here in her place.

I think the thing that surprises me the most are all of the No-Maj objects I find. Light switches, electronics, household appliances… Why would someone who hates them live in one of their houses? It makes me wonder how much choice he had in the matter.

After exploring the kitchen, living room, closets, and a small office, I’m relieved to not find him in any of these spaces. So I decide what my first task is. If he wants me to cook and clean, then I will. If anything, just to keep myself busy.

First, the living room. I vacuum, dust, grab things that look like they could use a wash, and throw them into a pile. I make sure to be gentle with the figurines and picture frames littered throughout. Smiling, unmoving pictures of people from decades ago.

I’m sweeping away some cobwebs by the front door when I hear birdsong from outside, and I pause. Didn’t he say I have free roam of the… property? That would mean outside right? The perimeter is at the front gate so that would mean I had access to the front yard at least?

I swing the front door open and get hit immediately with warmth from the sunlight. It’s a stunning May afternoon. Wildflowers grow unmanicured on either side of the stone path to the front gate, a birdbath poking through on one side. Taking a deep breath, I step outside, barefoot onto the stone entryway. The heat feels comforting, especially after being cold for what feels like forever.

Curious, I wander around the side of the house. The wooden fence remains in eye sight from the house until it becomes a stone wall that eventually disappears into the forest. I wonder if the barrier extends beyond what can be seen.

Deciding to explore it later, with shoes, I continue around to the back of the cottage. There was a cute little patio set near the house and a wooden bench just visible off another path, facing the forest. How I’d love to curl up with a book there on a day just like this.

The back door leading to the kitchen is unlocked, and I take notice of a cat door. The moment I do, the hair on the back of my neck stands on end. I pause in the doorway, looking back into the forest. My eyes scan the forest’s edge, looking for… I’m not sure. Whatever it is, I’m feeling uneasy. I step further into the kitchen, closing the door and locking it behind me.

Returning to the living room, I resume my cleaning.

~*~

The kitchen was the worst. Grime from who knows where, dirty dishes and moldy food from who knows how long ago. The whole room takes me twice as long as the living room did, and by the time I’m done I’m exhausted. I’m about to head upstairs when a tray of hot, steaming food appears on the kitchen table, complete with teapot, cup and saucer.

On cue, my stomach gurgles. I know I should be more cautious of random plates of food that appear in front of me, but my options for dinner were slim to none. Between a couple cans of vegetables and a box of Kraft – all of which expired in 2006 – this is a godsend. A plate of sausages with mashed potatoes and peas never tasted so good. Even the tea is delicious. I don’t even like tea.

As I’m eating, I ponder the knife in my hand. This is the first actual weapon I’ve seen in the house so far. I’d scoured the kitchen – nothing. Even the office and bathroom turned up empty of things like tweezers and letter openers, not even a stapler.

Once I’m finished eating, I bring the dishes over to the sink to give them a wash. Specifically, I’d like to see if I could hang onto the knife. When I set it down to dry, all the dishes disappear. Well, fuck. I guess in a crisis a frying pan will have to do.

I bring a small cast iron one to hide in my room. As I go back downstairs, his closed door beckons to me. I try the handle, and it is indeed locked.

Eventually I wander to the living room turning on a few lamps as I go, unsure of how to spend my evening. I could go to bed early, or clean some more, or… maybe read a book? There’s a small book case next to the fireplace. My eyes drift to the basket of yarn and I snort, thinking of my joke last night. Maybe I could learn to knit.

As I stand there contemplating, the front door opens, and in walks Malfoy. Dressed still in his Death Eater regalia. Dragon leather boots that climb up his calves, snug pants and button down shirt that left room for dexterity, but not much else. I can still make out the burn holes I left in his cloak from when we fought. I throw away the thought in the back of my mind that he looks hot.

He doesn’t see me immediately, his tired eyes jumping to the lamps. When they do find me, they don’t linger. He somehow manages to find every single little change to the room I made during my stay so far.

“I see you’ve played house today,” he snaps. He faces me now, looking at me, but… not quite seeing.

I snap right back. “Isn’t that what I’m here for? To play house?”

He doesn’t respond. His eyes do focus in on me now, roaming my face, and then wandering downward. Lazily, he begins removing his gloves, pulling off one finger at a time.

“Perhaps.”

My eyebrows shoot up and I blink in confusion. “Wha-“

“As I said last night,” he interrupts, “you really should be thanking me.”

“How?” I blurt out. “On my knees?”

His eyebrow that seems to always be quirked, goes even higher. I flush and look away scowling at the floor when I realize the double meaning in my words. I can’t believe I said that.

“That won’t be necessary,” he says. He begins toward the stairs. “If that’s what I wanted, it would have happened already.”

“But I thought last night you said –“

“Yes, mudblood, I know what I said.” He stops at the base of the stairs and turns, his expression brutal. I wince. Not because of the word, but because of his tone. “I am not like my colleagues. They might enjoy the idea of fucking filth, but I do not. Just because I have you to fuck at my disposal, do not make the mistake of believing that I want to.”

Malfoy sure does have a gift for making me somehow feel worse about myself. I watch as he climbs the stairs and listen for his bedroom door to open and tightly slam shut.

~*~

I hardly sleep that night. I might’ve been able to busy myself all day, but lying in the dark, there’s nothing to block my thoughts.

What does Malfoy want from me? I could hardly believe he bought me just for shits and giggles. He doesn’t seem to share a desire to rape and abuse his… Lot like the other Death Eaters so obviously did. They were thirsty for it, barely able to contain their excitement. He said he wanted me to cook and clean and when I listened, he seemed surprised that I actually did. Did he expect me to just sit around? Like a toy that’s just waiting for him to play with?

There has got to be something I’m missing. I think back to when we first met at his family’s estate. He’s been in my head, just as I’ve been in his. All I’d been able to see were a few memories of his childhood and scenes with people I’d come to know later. He and Bellatrix were the ones who kidnapped Luna to bring to the Malfoy’s, holding her hostage. I also knew that he and Bellatrix have a more… intimate relationship than they let people know.

Perhaps that explains why he has no desire to take advantage of me, besides the fact that I’m undesirable. At least to someone like him. He belongs to someone else, even though I now belong to him.

Maybe it was something he saw in my memories? Does he know about the Horcrux I killed? How I did my best to hunt the other ones?

Tears fill my eyes and I sob in the darkness. It’s been a few years now since Sam’s death, but in this moment it hurt all the same. I miss my best friend so much. She could never understand a single thing I told her about Ilvermorny, but she delighted in the simple little magic I could do without my wand. Even growing up, when I had to leave for school, we would write. My friends at school always thought I was nuts for using the actual mail service instead of just sending an owl. She and I liked to collect the stamps we sent each other. I had to use postal anyway because of my parents. There’s no way they’d get anywhere near an owl.

I miss my parents, too. Thank god they’re No-Maj’s in an entirely different country, away from all of this insanity.

And my heart ached for the boy who lived. Harry had been so kind to me, even with all of the stress he’d been under. Everything he did had been for nothing.

It makes me feel hopeless thinking of all that I’ve lost. The life I knew, the people I loved.

I hope I can survive whatever Malfoy has planned for me.

~*~

The next morning I wake to the sound of the shower running and I have the craziest idea.

I doubt he has his bedroom door locked while he’s home. Quickly I roll out of bed, throwing on the same shirt and leggings I had on the day before. The door to the bathroom is closed from my room. I open my door and tiptoe across the landing. His doorknob turns and I’m in.

The first thing I look at is the door to the bathroom. It’s cracked, steam drifting out. The room is only slightly larger than mine. It has the same amenities; unmade bed, wardrobe with a door wide open, side table. I take wide strides to the side table, opening and closing the drawers after rummaging. Nothing. Not even nail clippers. Next I dash for the wardrobe, and I find it empty for the most part. He has pants strewn across an open suitcase. I shove those aside, looking for anything, checking every pocket and crevice I can find.

“If you’re looking for my wand, I don’t think that would help you,” Malfoy says from behind me.

I whirl, nearly falling in my haste to face him. He’s standing in the bathroom doorway, a towel tied around his hips and his skin still damp. His hair looks almost black and is extra curly. I try to keep my eyes from drifting down over his muscular torso and shoulders, instead keeping them pinned to his face.

He tilts his head, eyeing me as well. “I suppose this is my fault,” he sighs, side stepping me. I mirror him. He’s going toward the wardrobe, and I’m angling for either the bathroom or the door. I notice his shoes by the door, an expensive looking shoehorn leaning against the wall. It has a metallic skull on top – perfect. “I should have locked the door. It was arrogant of me to assume you wouldn’t try anything while I was home.”

“Correct,” I say curtly, inching towards the door.

His eyes follow mine. “Do I need to stun you or are you going to behave?”

“I think we both know how this is going to go, if you remember from last time,” I taunt. I’m still taking baby steps towards the door, towards the weapon leaning against the wall. He must know I’m after something because his steps start towards me. “And you look a little wandless right now.”

He raises his eyebrows and flicks his wrist, wand appearing in his hand. Seeing this, I turn and dive for the shoehorn. I manage to grab hold of it, before he levitates and flings the shoehorn across the room, taking me with it. I scream when I tumble to the floor, the side where my wound is colliding right with the corner of the chair I land on. My brain numbs for a moment as the pain of my wound being ripped open overpowers anything else.

He’s on me in the next instant, wand at my throat, and hand holding down the wrist the shoehorn was still in. I know he’s straddling me almost completely naked, but I can only focus on the pain from where his knee is pressed into my side.

“Ha ha,” he mocks, “I win.”

“Fuck you,” I whisper breathlessly, unable to stop myself from wincing, tears in my eyes. The hand on my wrist slides up, his fingers slipping into my clenched fist, and I let go, releasing my only weapon. His weight shifts as he tosses the shoehorn far under the bed, knee pressing in more on my wound, and I can’t help but whimper.

His blue eyes narrow and I can’t tell if it’s from confusion or distrust. I try to shift under him, moving away from his knee. The pain is dizzying.

When he finally looks down, his expression instantly changes. Eyes wide open with shock, he sees the blood soaking through my shirt, no doubt onto his knee and the floor as well. He closes his expression off as he looks at it. Back in control.

I try to push myself up, my head begins to swim, no doubt from loss of blood and lack of food in my belly. He’s by my side in an instant, swinging my arm over his shoulder, and helps me stand. I start in the direction of my room.

“No, lay here,” he says. I don’t argue as he helps me lower onto his bed. I feel him pull my shirt up away from the wound.

He points his wand at the opening, and I look away, turning my head. I hear his deep timber murmur a healing spell and feel the wound close. Then he murmurs something else and the dampness from the blood is gone. The ache remains.

“How do you feel?” he asks, his voice closer. When I look back, he’s studying my face, his expression still closed.

My expression is wary. “Does it matter?” I say, defeated.

He sighs, shaking his head. “I didn’t expect you to be this difficult.”

He starts to walk towards his wardrobe. I’m impressed his towel is still in place. Must be a good knot.

I attempt to sit up. “Well, I didn’t –“ I stop abruptly, losing my train of thought. My head becomes very heavy and I sink back into the pillows. I give up on trying to speak.

My eyes are closed as I hear him dress. Maybe I’ll take a nap right here. His bed feels slightly more plush than mine.

“I’ll be back in twenty minutes,” he says. I squint at his fully dressed form, some black jeans and a sweater, heading for the door. He pauses at the doorway and I give him a lazy thumbs up. He waves his wand and the shoehorn comes flying at him. Malfoy catches it, and then leaves, shutting the door quietly behind him.

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merakiaes · 4 years

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WHAT I CURRENTLY WRITE AND DON’T WRITE

PAYMENT - COMMENTS EQUALS NEW CONTENT (PLEASE READ)

(Characters and fandoms for which requests are open are below the cut so if you don’t want to read the guidelines, you can just scroll down there. However, I do recommend you to at least skim through the “I don’t write”-section to make it easier for both of us!)

(IF YOU WANT TO REQUEST ME TO GIVE YOU A SHIP, SEE THIS SEPARATE POST)

MY ONLY RULE:

If you make a request, anonymous or not, you have to leave a comment on your fic. (Read more about why here.) Even better would be if you reblogged it to help get my work out to more readers!, but I will settle with a comment if you, for some reason, don’t want to reblog.

This means there should always be a minimum of one comment under every requested fic I post - if I see that this isn’t being followed, I’m going to stop writing requests. Simple as that.

With that said, don’t bother requesting if you’re not ready to make this exchange because that’s just unpaid work.

I DON’T WRITE:

Smut.

Songfics.

Headcanons.

Specified and inappropriate/illegal age gaps. Example, an underage student and an adult teacher.

Specified body types.

Body image issues & ED’s.

Male reader.

POC reader.

Specified physical features. (Hair colors, eye colors, etc.)

I try to stay as neutral to physical appearance as I possibly can so that everyone gets an equal chance at emerging themselves into the role, no matter the reader’s ethnicity, height, build, and so on.

Writing plus size!reader and writing about eating disorders and body immage issues is too triggering for me as I, myself, struggle with body dysmorphia on a daily basis.

TO THINK ABOUT WHEN REQUESTING:

Don’t be too vague with your request. For example, a request asking for a fic where “the reader is a character x’s sister”, or "the reader is shy” or”sassy”, is not enough for me to go on. I need a scenario, a plot, an action, an endgame, or a dialogue prompt.

Contrary to the previous point; don’t make requests with too much detail or too long of a timeline, either. I don’t have the energy nor time to write requests that are spread out over eternity and that would end up being as long as a novel.

When requesting prompts from my prompt-lists, ALWAYS include the number and name of the list, not just the quote. The lists you can request for are the following:

Fluff Angst Smut Kiss Hug Common tropes

Don’t get pissy if you request something and I kindly tell you that I don’t write that kind of thing, whatever it may be. I’ve had to deal with this a lot lately and it’s really annoying. All writers have their own, individual preferences, and that’s their right.

Keep in mind all that is written above, and feel free to send several requests if you want to guarantee that you get at least one of them done - some things are easier to write than others and I always appreciate having requests to pick from depending on my mood and current motivation.

Requests are currently open for the following fandoms and characters. Please send in requests!

CRIMINAL MINDS

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Luke Alvez

Emily Prentiss

Penelope Garcia

Matt Simmons

Will LaMontagne

Clyde Easter

MARVEL

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Peter Parker (Tom Holland & Andrew Garfield)

Loki Laufeyson

Scott Lang

Bucky Barnes

Stephen Strange

Jack Thompson

Bruce Banner

Eddie Brock

Helmut Zemo

Darcy Lewis

Daniel Sousa

Logan Howlett

Natasha Romanoff

Sam Wilson

Nathan Summers

Pietro Maximoff (Aaron Taylor-Johnson)

TWILIGHT

Paul Lahote

Leah Clearwater

Edward Cullen

Charlie Swan

Mike Newton

TEEN WOLF

Derek Hale

Jordan Parrish

Peter Hale

STAR WARS

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kylo Ren

Ben Solo

Armitage Hux

Anakin Skywalker

Poe Dameron

Padmé Amidala

Young Han Solo

STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Jim Hopper

REIGN

Sebastian “Bash” de Poitiers

Leith Bayard

Louis Condé

James Stewart

Darnley

Prince Henri

Claude

Mary Stuart

THE WITCHER

Geralt of Rivia

Jaskier

PRISON BREAK

Lincoln Burrows

Alexander Mahone

KONG: SKULL ISLAND

James Conrad

Reg Slivko

Earl Cole

TRANSFORMERS

William Lennox

Sam Witwicky

Robert Epps

DIVERGENT

Eric Coulter

Peter Hayes

Tobias Eaton

HARRY POTTER

Fred Weasley

Draco Malfoy

George Weasley

Cedric Diggory

Remus Lupin (young & adult)

Hermione Granger

Bill Weasley

Ron Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Severus Snape

GAME OF THRONES

Sandor Clegane

Jorah Mormont

Edd Tollett

Jon Snow

Gendry Baratheon

Jaime Lannister

Sansa Stark

TRIPLE FRONTIER

Ben Miller

William “Ironhead” Miller

Francisco “Catfish” Morales

Santiago “Pope” Garcia

Tom “Redfly” Davis

PEAKY BLINDERS

Tommy Shelby

Arthur Shelby

John Shelby

Finn Shelby

Alfie Solomons

Ada Shelby

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN

James Norrington

Will Turner

Jack Sparrow

THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE

Luke Crain

Steve Crain

Theo Crain

MISCELLANEOUS

Dan Torrence (Doctor Sleep)

Detective David Loki (Prisoners)

Floyd Lawton (Arrow)

Smitty Ryker (Hacksaw Ridge)

Captain James Nicholls (War Horse)

Sam Drake (Uncharted)

Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead)

Rick Flag (Suicide Squad)

Nathan Prescott (Life Is Strange)

Sweet Pea (Riverdale - first season only)

Jace Wayland (The Mortal Instruments, 2013)

Murtagh Morzansson (Eragon)

Jason Lee Scott (Power Rangers, 2017)

Jesse Zeklos (Vampire Academy)

Matt Campbell (The Haunting in Connecticut)

Nick Jones (House of Wax)

Ludovica Storti (Baby)

Reid Garwin (The Covenant)

Tyler Simms (The Covenant)

Fezco (Euphoria)

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Swines

Professor Severus Snape x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

Prompt: oh! perhaps a severus snape one where the reader is a professor and severus hears student making fun of the way she looks and he puts them in their place? i absolutely adore your writing by the way!! 💖

Word Count: 0.9k (it’s short but sweet)

Warnings: none

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Some of the students liked to think that you couldn’t hear them giggling behind your back, thought that you were unaware of their degrading comments about your appearance. You could hear and see everything but you thought it was pointless bringing it up, it looked rather childish for a grown woman to give teenagers punishments for picking on her. Instead, you opted to ignore their harsh words and focus on with your teaching.

You only tolerated it because the majority of your students were nice people or were nice enough to keep their opinions to themselves at least. Of course, it surprised you that it wasn’t the Slytherin students mocking you, but rather a few Gryffindor boys who were obviously just trying to impress some of the girls in class. Their harmless intentions didn’t mean their words hurt any less but you were determined to not let them get to you, you would rather die than get labeled as the cry baby professor of the school.

Today, you had to assist Severus in one of his Defense against the Dark Arts classes, he was teaching a section on a certain magical creature that you were known to have a very thorough knowledge about. It was easy enough, you were just going to be lecturing the students and they would write down any notes they wanted to for the essay Severus would give them at the end of the class.

It would’ve been fine had you not seen the group of Gryffindor students gathered together on their table. You smiled at Severus and while he didn’t smile back, you saw his expression soften when he looked at you. Unknown to a lot of people, you had something of a crush on Severus. You didn’t like that word, crush, it made you sound like you a were a sixteen year old girl again, but it was just what it was. You were always happy to see him and you’d be lying if he didn’t pop up in your thoughts and dreams every so often.

The only people who seemed to know about it where Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall. Albus knew everything so you weren’t surprised about that but you had suspected that he told Minerva about your affection towards Severus. Clearing your throat, you headed to the front of the classroom and started your semi-prepared lecture for the students, breaking small gaps here and there for questions, namely by Miss Hermione Granger of course. You were about halfway through when you heard them whispering about you in the back of the classroom.

“The interesting thing about one of the sub species of this creature is that it started to swell up when it gets hungry,” You heard one of the Weasley boys, you assumed from his red hair and old clothes, whisper to one of the Gryffindor girls, “Bloody hell, I wonder how hungry she is then?” He started laughing at his own joke and one of the girls laughed as well. You paused for a moment in your lecture and a few people turned around to look at the Gryffindor boy. Severus had been wandering around the back of the classroom and was stood close to the boy when he said it.

It was hard to contain your laughter when you watched Severus smack him upside the back of the head, but quite a lot of the students had no problem laughing at him. Severus scowled at him, “Mr Weasley, if you could kindly keep your stupid thoughts inside your obviously empty head, I’m sure the rest of the class would much appreciate it. Minus fifty points from Gryffindor.” All of the Gryffindor students, including the girls he was trying to impress glared at him for making them lose points.

While you succeeded in holding back your amusement, there was a small smile on your face for the rest of the class. You stayed until the end of the class, even while Severus was setting the class their essays, in case the students had any questions before they left for their evening meal as it was the end of the school day. You waved out all of the students and was about to leave before you turned to face Severus, “Thank you, for before,” Severus tilted his head, “What do you mean?” “For telling that boy off, I know it seems silly but sometimes they can get into my head.”

Severus walked closer to you, “It’s quite alright Professor (Y/L/N), as I said, his thoughts are stupid, he wouldn’t know true beauty if she was standing right in front of him.” You couldn’t help but blush from his words or hold back the smile on your face, “It’s (Y/N), Professor (Y/L/N) makes me feel old.” Severus nodded, “Alright (Y/N), would you like to accompany me to the Main Hall, I understand we’re going to be late.”

You weren’t really thinking when your next words slipped out of your mouth, “Turning up late together? People will talk.” Your eyes widened as you realised what you were suggesting and you stumbled over your words, “I mean, not that you..I didn’t, uh.” Severus gave you a brief, small smile, “One can only hope so, shall we?” He held out his arm for you to take and you nodded before linking your arm with him, letting him lead you towards the Main Hall.

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