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fanficimagery · 4 years ago

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Surprise! It’s a Girl.

Imagine finding out you're not who you've been led to believe you are. You're not Y/N Y/L/N; you're Y/N Potter. But one particular wizard was against you reuniting with your little brother when you found out just who he was. In the end, you're determined to see him even if it means fighting in a war where a Dark Lord would see your brother dead.

Words: 7.2K Warnings: This is a very brief Marvel/HP crossover and some characters who've died in HP will not be dead in this. I'm a sucker for a few wizards that didn't make it to the see the end of the war. Luckily for me, I can make that happen ;) So with that said, let's just jump right into it. You might be confused, but you'll learn what's happened when Reader explains it to Harry and friends.

Also timelines? What are those? Lol.

Sitting atop the roof of the Sanctum Sanctorum, you're in the middle of meditating when someone clears their throat in order to get your attention. Everyone knows better than to interrupt meditation time unless it's an emergency, so instead of getting angry you crack open an eye to see what's going on.

The Sorcerer Supreme stands before you, his cloak of levitation clasped around his neck and expression carefully guarded as he stares down at you. "I believe it's time."

Those four words are enough to freeze the air in your lungs and bring chaos to your previously emptied mind. On the outside, however, you keep your composure as you slowly stand. "Are you sure?"

"I am." He nods. "I was keeping an eye on things overseas and extremely powerful wards went up not too long ago. However," he adds, "they're in the process of being torn down by the man who wishes the last of your family dead."

You shakily inhale and tersely nod. "I have to go then."

"You do. Go get changed and then meet me back up here. I have a parting gift for you."

Fleeing the rooftop and back inside the Sanctum, you rush towards your room and throw apologies over your shoulders when you accidentally run into people. Then when you get to your room you immediately start to disrobe and pull on the outfit that's been laid out on your bed. The spandex leather pants are easy to maneuver around in, but the red bustier vest that laces up the front is a little off-putting. You are, however, grateful for the red leather coat that goes over it and the fingerless gloves that make you feel less naked. You zip up black knee-high boots and then rush back towards the rooftop where the Sorcerer Supreme of Earth is still awaiting you.

"You'll be going in blind, Miss Potter. You must remember that." You gulp and nod, and mentally urge the Sorcerer Supreme to hurry up and get his warning speech done and over with. "You'll have to be careful when deciding who's friend and who's foe, and be extremely careful that those fighting for your brother don't mistake you for the enemy."

"I know. From what I've read about Deatheaters, they'll most likely be the most deranged looking of the bunch. Also they were dumb enough to let themselves be branded so it shouldn't be too hard to figure out who's who."

"Very well." The Sorcerer Supreme, whose hands had been clasped over his abdomen, puts his right hand forward and then turns it over. "I believe you'll need this. You've earned it." In his palm is what every sorcerer in training calls a Sling Ring- a two finger ring which can open portals to anywhere in the world.

You gasp, but slowly reach forward and grab the bronzed piece of jewelry. Slipping it over your left index and middle fingers, you smile at it before looking back up at the man who had taken you under his wing at the tender age of sixteen. "Thank you, Sorcerer Supreme."

Faintly smiling at you, he says, "I took you in during your rebellious phase and made you into a proper young witch. I believe you can call me Stephen, Miss Potter."

"Then it's Y/N. None of this Miss Potter business anymore." You both chuckle at one another, but then the seriousness of the situation you're about to walk into sinks in. Your smiles both fall and then you're looking towards a spot on the roof where it's empty.

"I got it this time," Stephen says. Raising his left hand and then outstretching his right to trace a circular pattern mid-air, you watch as a portal sparks to life and grows bigger and bigger until it's big enough for a person to fit through. Instead of seeing the New York skyline through the portal, you see a darkened courtyard with various witches and wizards torn between looking at you and looking at something in the sky. "Be safe. Let me know when it's over."

"Yes, sir." You step through the portal, raising your hands when a couple of wands are pointed in your direction. Glancing over your shoulder lets you know the portal has now been closed and you inhale slowly to gather you wits.

"Who are you?" A rather severe looking woman asks, her Scottish accent making you faintly grin. The shorter, redheaded woman at her side narrows her eyes.

"My name is Y/N Potter." And that- that gives them pause and causes their eyes to widen. "My story is a long one- one I'll gladly explain after this war is over. All you need to know right now is that I fight for Harry. I fight for my little brother."

"It's a trick!" The redhead shrilly remarks. "It has to be. We are Harry's only family."

You shake your head. "Lady, I swear upon my magic that I'm telling the truth. I was taken and then forbidden from contacting my brother by Albus Dumbledore when I found out who I was. I was learning to manifest my magic without a wand when I heard of his death, but by the time I tracked down Harry he had gone on the run."

"Albus would never-"

"Molly," the other woman cuts her off, her wand slowly lowering, "she looks like Lily."

Still in denial, Molly shakes her head. "No, Minerva. It can't be."

"We can talk all night, ma'am, but I rather help you defeat this threat. After we win this war, I'll answer anything and everything you have for me. You can take my memories, you can pour Veritaserum down my throat. I am who I say I am. I am the eldest child of Lily and James Potter."

The redhead continues to stare you down before her own wand starts to lower. She huffs. "Very well. But if I see you harm one person from the Light, I will hex you."

Your lips twitch. "Fair enough." The brief reprieve, however, is short lived. There's a thundering explosion, followed by eerie silence, and then what looks like blue ash falling down upon your heads.

Minerva gulps. "The wards have fallen. Prepare for battle."

Rolling your shoulders, you step so your feet are shoulder's width apart. "Ma'am, I've been preparing a while for this." Your hands glow red and both women's eyes widen at the sight.

Thundering footsteps has you turning towards a bridge being protected by what appears to be stone statues, and the appearance of giants rushing ahead of hollering witches and wizards churn your stomach. Some of those witches and wizards seem to jump into the air, their bodies twisting into balls of smoke as they fly overhead. So concentrating on them since they appear to be flying towards the school, you alternately flick your hands upward, aiming red orbs at each deatheater you can to stun them out of the sky.

Then when there appears to be too many to hit at once, you allow your magic to pool in your hands before raising your arms, throwing up a red net of magic and capturing several deatheaters at once before slamming them towards the ground.

"Filius!" Minerva screams.

Looking towards where the distraught witch is staring, you watch as a small wizard tries to outrun a giant swinging around a quidditch loop as a weapon. Eyes widening, you reach out with your glowing left hand and envelop the small wizard with your magic, slowly pulling back your left arm while erecting a shield with your right hand behind the wizard's back to protect him from ricocheting spells and debris.

The wizard yelps as you bring him in a little too quickly, but you manage to carefully set him down. He wobbles on his feet and stares up at you in wonder. "T-Thank you."

You grin down at him. "No problem." Then looking at Minerva, you ask, "Where do you want me?"

But Minerva is looking at you in awe herself, so it's Molly who says, "Inside. Protect the children."

"I'll do my best."

More deatheaters take flight overhead, and when you hear glass shatter and screaming children all bets are off. Your hands glow even redder and you briefly raise your hands before thrusting them downward, projecting your magic towards the ground so it'd propel you into flight. You make your entrance through a shattered window, using your magic to soften your landing before stunning deatheaters left and right. Though the second you see a deatheater cast the killing curse at kids younger than you, you switch up tactics and don't bother feeling any remorse when your spells make precise gashes that leave the deatheaters gasping for breath before collapsing in a pool of their own blood.

Other curses you fling around wrap chains around deatheaters, cause thousands of tiny nicks, or fling them into the nearest hard surface to knock them unconscious. Or worse, but you don't really care at the moment. And if you don't have an enemy of your own to fight, you're erecting shields to protect the students from being cursed themselves.

Majority of the kids, however, seem to know what they're doing so you run around the castle to see where aid is needed.

You come across two wizards who are fighting back to back, the shorter and darker haired wizard laughing and trying to reminisce with the taller and sandy brown haired wizard as the deatheaters start to outnumber them. You don't think before throwing a large red orb at a group of three deatheaters, knocking them unconscious as they're flung a good ten feet away. Then gathering enough magic for another orb, you fling it towards the other group of five deatheaters. When they fall, the two wizards stare at you in surprise.

You meet their gazes head on, something about the man with three scars running diagonally across his face almost familiar to you. But now is not the time to wonder about all that, so you merely grin. "You're welcome. In case you haven't noticed, there's a war going on. Try to keep up, yeah?" Then without another word, you take off and leave the two wizards staring after you and wondering why you yourself were so achingly familiar to them.

Dodging curses and flinging random spells of your own at unsuspecting deatheaters, you come upon another set of wizards being outnumbered by deatheaters yet again. Only these two could pass for brothers and one is cracking a joke about the deatheater he's dueling while the other one is hilariously proud of him for finally unknotting his wand.

There's a split second of distraction on their part, but that split second is all one angry deatheater needs.

"BOMBARDA!"

"Watch out!" You manage to throw up a red barrier behind the two laughing wizards' backs just in the nick of time.

You catch the exploding wall from crumbling on them, but at the cost of suddenly putting yourself under a magical strain that has you barely being able to hold the wall of debris at bay. You're struggling, hoping the two wizards collect themselves fast enough to have the smarts to move out of the way, only to end up distracted and take some sort of hex to your right side. The searing heat makes you scream out, your concentration breaking and the wall dropping. Thankfully, the two wizards you had saved jump back into action to dispatch the deatheaters before checking on you.

"That was a bloody close call," the taller redhead muses. "We owe you one, love."

You smile through the pain, your left hand reaching across your stomach to hold the wound on your right side. "Don't mention it."

The second redhead stares curiously at you. "How did you do that? I've never seen magic performed like that without a wand."

"Aw come on, Perce!" The previous redhead chuckles, slinging an arm around this so-called Perce's shoulders. "Turn that brain of yours off for mo'. A pretty bird just saved our arses." You smile sheepishly, mentally cursing yourself for blushing. The talkative redhead wiggles his eyebrows and you huff in amusement at him. "I'm Fred Weasley, by the way. And this is one of my older brothers Percy."

"Y/N. Y/N Potter." Both wizards freeze, their expressions falling and you hesitantly grin. "Yep. I'm exactly one of those Potters that you're thinking about."

Percy blinks first. "Impossible. The Potters only had one child."

"Surprise," you muse. "It's a girl!" When neither wizard reacts, you exhale tiredly. "I only found out I was a Potter when I was sixteen. I tried to get in contact with Harry, but I was prevented from doing so. However, I'm here now and I don't plan to let the same dark wizard who killed my parents and ruin my life now kill my little brother. We have loads to catch up on and I'll be damned if I let some arsehole off Harry before I have the chance to meet him."

Fred appears as if he's going to say something, but an eerie ringing fills your ears. Your hands fly up to hold your ears as if that'll stop the noise, but when you stumble back into a wall and glance up you see that Percy and Fred are affected as well if their grimaces and terrified expressions are anything to go by.

"You have fought valiantly, but in vain." The hissing voice that enters your mind makes gooseflesh break out up and down your arms, your eyes widening in horror when you realize who it is. "I do not wish this. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a terrible waste. I therefore command my forces to retreat. In their absence, dispose of your dead with dignity." You choke back a sob, not used to having someone violate your mind as such. "Harry Potter, I now speak directly to you." But that- that catches your attention and forces you to pay attention. "On this night, you have allowed your friends to die for you rather than face me yourself. There is no greater dishonor. Join me in the Forbidden Forest and confront your fate. If you do not do this, I shall kill every last man, woman, and child who tries to conceal you from me."

When your mind is completely silent once more, you lower your hands and stare at the two wizards before you. "Please tell me Harry isn't dumb enough to confront this psycho." Fred and Percy stay quiet, but they share a nervous glance at one another. You curse. "I need to find him."

"Everyone will be gathering in the Great Hall," Percy says. "We'll take you there and have you looked at."

He gestures to your side and when you glance down you can see a rather sleek looking stain running down your thigh. "Oh."

Your knees seem to give then, but Fred is quick to catch you. "There, there," he chuckles. "I know I'm handsome, but you can't swoon until you've met my twin."

You shakily smile. "You mean there's two of you? How does your mum survive?"

Fred laughs as Percy shakes his head. "By loads of threats and hexes. Now come on, we need to regroup."

Fred and Percy manage to maneuver your arms around the back of their necks as they help you walk now that you're starting to feel the effects of blood loss. There are many dead witches and wizards, and it hurts your heart to see so many young faces among them. The others are bloodied and beaten, but all are doing their best to help their peers.

When you walk into the Great Hall, it's an even worse sight. Bodies are being dragged in and laid out to be checked over, and kids are breaking down over everything that's happened. Fred and Percy continue to lead you towards a specific spot, and it takes you a moment to realize that the wizards are leading you towards a clearly distraught Molly. She's checking over a young redheaded girl before moving onto the next redhead, and it's Fred's nearly identical twin that spots you three first. The relief on his face is heartbreaking and you politely extricate yourself as the family rush over to reunite.

"Hey, mum," Fred says after everyone's been checked over by their fussing mother. "Y/N found us and took a hex while saving our bums. I think she needs a healing spell. Or three."

"A blood replenishing potion would be nice," you mumble before drowsily dropping onto a bench.

Molly rushes over to you while Fred and Percy obviously fill in the others, and the redheaded girl's eyes widen after hearing something they say before she rushes to help her mum. She quickly introduces herself as Ginny and you smile as best as you can while Molly waves her wand up and down you.

"I need your coat and shirt off, dearie."

You grimace and open your jacket so she can see your top underneath. "I'm afraid I'll have to get naked for that, ma'am."

Molly purses her lips before glancing at her daughter. "Ginny, transfigure Y/N a shirt please." She then turns to the men of her family. "Boys, I'm going to need you all to give us some room."

Your heart warms as Molly conjures a privacy curtain and gestures for you to step behind it. You do and then proceed to strip out of your jacket. When you struggle with your top, Ginny vanishes it with a sheepish smile and averts her gaze as she quickly hands you a shirt. You put it on, but then Molly is there at your side to lift it to see the gash on your right side. She tuts.

"I'll be right back. I'll have to go see if Madam Pomfrey has any potions for this."

"Wait," you tell her. "Just a blood replenisher will do. I can take care of this." She opens her mouth to retort, but you let your hand glow in front of her. "Different, remember? I can close the wound myself."

Ginny stares in awe as you hold your shirt up with one hand, your other hand hovering above your wound as your fingers dance in an intricate pattern so your magic closes the gash. Once done, you nod at Molly and she huffs in amusement before turning. Then with a flick of her wand, the privacy curtain vanishes and she scuttles off to go see about that potion. Ginny guides you to a bench, but just as you take a seat there's two wizards stumbling towards you. They're the first set of men you saved, one with shaggy dark hair and the other with sandy brown hair, and they're staring at you in clear disbelief.

"Lily?"

You frown just as all the Weasley's freeze. "I'm sorry?"

The dark haired wizard blinks, shaking his head clear. "I'm sorry, love. You just reminded me of-"

"Cub?"

Your gaze darts to the sandy haired wizard now, his shorter companion shaking his head. "Come on, Moony. I think we hit our heads a little too hard."

Cub. Moony. The nicknames strike a chord within you, but you're not exactly sure why. Your brow furrows as you try to pinpoint a dream- or was it a memory?- and between one blink and the next it hits you. "Paddy." You utter in awe as you eye the dark haired wizard, watching as he gapes at you. Slowly standing, you then look at the other wizard. "Uncle Moony. I- I remember you. I think. Toy broom. Broken vase. Accidental.. fire?"

The one you had called Paddy snorts and Moony exhales in disbelief. "H-how?"

"Dumbledore," you immediately answer. "But.. I dreamt that, didn't I? You- I'd have been too little to remember anything."

"No, Cub. You didn't." Moony steps forward and gently touches your face in awe. "Sirius and James, your dad, thought it was a good idea to get you a toy broom. You flew into a vase, broke it, and let loose some accidental magic when your mum started shrieking at them."

"That was a mighty big fire. Remus almost soiled his trousers."

Sirius and Remus. Yes, that sounded awfully familiar.

The tears come without warning and you fling yourself at them, content to find yourself sandwiched between the two wizards. They're more shocked than anything, so after a moment the Weasley's step forward.

"So she really is Harry's sister?" Fred asks. Sirius and Remus nod. "Blimey. We now have two Potters to keep an eye on."

"Sorry to interrupt, gentlemen," an older red headed wizard steps forward, someone you assume to be the Weasley father, "but how did you not know Miss Potter was still alive?"

"Dumbledore," they both say.

"I was obviously thrown into Azkaban," Sirius says. "None of my questions were answered when I asked about the children."

"We didn't even ask to see the bodies," Remus mumbles. "We just took Dumbledore's word for it. And since Harry was too small to remember, we never brought up the memory of Y/N since no one would have known of her." You take turns hugging each wizard, lingering a little longer with Remus. When he pulls out of the big, he smiles down at you. "You look like your mum."

"And you," you reach up to gently trace one of his scars, "got old." Sirius guffaws and when you finally turn around, it feels as if all the wind is sucked out of your lungs.

"You're here." Harry says as stands before you, covered in blood, sweat and dirt.

Everyone seems to hold their breath, taking a step back as you and Harry stare at one another. You blink. "You know who I am?"

He numbly nods. "Only from Snape's memories. He wanted me to know what he knew before he died. He was not happy with Dumbledore's decision after he found out you were alive and sent to America." He pauses just to stare and you sheepishly smile, then the two of you are lunging for one another. Arms wrapped around each other, you bite back a whimper when your side twinges with phantom pains. Seconds tick by and then you hear him ask, "Walk with me?"

You nod, afraid to speak and your voice crack with emotion. Side by side, you follow Harry just outside the Great Hall where a witch and wizard stare in surprise but keep their distance. Your brother quickly informs you that they're his best friends Ron and Hermione.

"It took me a long while, Harry, but I finally caught up with you," you say as he finally stops.

He huffs a quiet laugh. "You did." He then turns so he's standing right in front of you, his hands reaching for yours and holding on gently. "I'm just sorry it has to be so short lived."

Your expression falters at his words. "What?" He lets you go, stepping back with a mumbled apology. "No." Immediately you know what he plans to do and you stumble forward to attempt to catch him. "No, you're not turning yourself over."

"I have to."

"No. I'll- I'll go with you!" You start to cry again, chest aching. You just found your little brother; you can't lose him so soon.

Harry smiles sadly, a lone tear falling down his cheek. "I'm sorry. Ron and Hermione will watch over you until I get back."

"Please don't." Harry backpedals quickly now, giving you his back so he can take his leave. You try to follow, but your vision swims and the room seems to tilt. You collapse, blinking rapidly to clear your vision. "No. No, Harry." You cry some more, reaching out for your brother. "Please don't leave me."

Harry's steps falter but he pushes on and the moment he disappears from view you scream out in anguish. There seems to be a pressure on your chest, but that pressure seems to lessen as you scream. You're barely coherent enough to see a faint wisp of red shoot out from you in every direction, and are conscious long enough to hear someone mutter bloody hell before passing out.

- - - - - - - - - -

You jolt awake, but you're not sure what's woken you. As you blink up at the ceiling, you realize it's eerily quiet. So letting your head lull to the side, you blink against the brightness of the room and realize you're alone. You're alone with the dead.

Sitting up with a groan, you glance around to see that everyone is gone. But there are voices.. and laughter? Instantly, an uncomfortable feeling settles in the pit of your stomach.

Shakily standing, you walk as fast as you can towards the entrance to the Great Hall and swallow down the bile trying to creep it's way up your throat. You stumble out the front enterance, shoving passed the small gathered crowd. Someone's giving a speech and across the courtyard there is a sea of black and- and you're going to be sick. The bald, gray skinned man must be who attempted to end the Potter line so long ago. Voldemort.

"Y/N. Y/N, wait!"

With the sea of deatheaters, just off to the side of them, there seems to be a half giant carrying a body. A body which is wearing suspiciously familiar clothing. Hands catch you by the arms, holding you back when you realize who it is the half giant is carrying, and your knees buckle. You whimper, but the voices on either side of you attempt to soothe you. When you chance a glance at them, you realize it's Fred and George.

Voldemort asks for the Light to pledge their loyalty to him, but only a single wizard stumbles forward. Neville Longbottom, he says his name is, and even as the deatheaters make fun of him the boy manages to give a heartwarming speech about none of their friends or family dying in vain. But as the hurt and sadness ebbs away, rage takes its place.

You can feel a pressure in your chest forming again and the hands on you fall away with hisses of pain. It seems as if you have tunnel vision as you stumble forward, Neville's speech falling on deaf ears. You can hear whispers of awe all around, but you only have eyes for Voldemort as his manic smile slowly starts to fall upon seeing you. Neville pulls free a sword from a crumpled hat, but still you stumble forward.

Your wrists are slowly rotating now and you sneer as Voldemort's followers seem to stare at you with trepidation. "You took everything from me," you grit out.

Voldemort starts to smile upon hearing the pain in your voice. "My dear, I don't even know who you are."

"You will." Debris from the half demolished castle starts to gather all around you as if being pulled by a magnet, forming two large balls of concrete on either side of you. Then with a deep breath, you feel the ground beneath your feet vanish as everyone around you gasps in surprise. "You were always going to die by the hands of a Potter. It's just too bad it couldn't have been my brother who ended you."

"Potter," Voldemort hisses angrily.

"In the flesh."

You slowly raise your hands, the balls of debris rising higher, but before you can catapult them Harry is dropping from the half-giant's arms. You feel your magic waver at the sudden relief that washes over you, but then Harry's firing a spell at a giant snake and Voldemort is firing back at him. There's cheering and then before the deatheaters can start fleeing, you fling the balls of debris at them one after the other.

You fall back to your feet, erecting shields to cover the backs of the witches and wizards rushing back into the castle. Then once back into the school all bets are off and all your hexes turn deadly. But your rage clouds your ability to multitask and you don't see the deatheater creeping up on you in time. Chains wrap around your throat, wrapping tighter and tighter as your fingers claw to pull it off. There's crazed laughter somewhere behind you and you don't even have the opportunity to see who was responsible before the chains loosen and they are being pulled off.

"There, there, cub. You're alright now." As you're pulled to your feet, relief floods you at the sight of Remus. "It's going to be okay." You're quick to hug him, crying softly as the side of your face presses against his chest.

A battle cry pulls your and Remus' attention towards it, and you watch as Neville beheads the large snake you had seen Harry firing spells at earlier. It seems to go quiet inside the castle after that, the deatheaters lowering their wands in shock. A moment later a cheer erupts from outside and the remaining deatheaters inside hiss as they clutch at their inner arms before fleeing altogether. Luckily, some are detained before they can go anywhere.

"Did we- did we just win?"

"Yeah, cub. I think we just did."

"Remus!" The two of you turn towards the joyous shout and you quickly step back when a woman throws herself into his arms. You smile at the reunion, heart aching at the relief and joy in your uncle's features as he hugs the woman tightly before sharing a chaste kiss with her.

Afterwards, he pulls back and turns towards you. The woman follows his gaze and she smiles kindly. "Tonks, I want to introduce you to the Potters eldest child." She gasps. "My goddaughter Y/N. Y/N, this is my wife Tonks."

You smile sheepishly. "Hullo."

"Another Potter," she breathes in awe. "Wicked."

You watch as her mousy brown hair turns a vibrant pink and you laugh as you gesture to it. "I think that's pretty wicked."

"You think so?" She muses. "Our son has the same ability and he's only a day old."

"Your son?" Your now widened eyes dart to Remus. "You have a son and you're still here?! Go!"

"Y/N.."

"No. Don't," you say. "I'm home, Moony. For good. Go to your son while I go find my brother. I'm not going anywhere."

"Okay." He steps forward to hug you. "I'll see you soon."

"Yes you will."

After Remus lets go, his wife Tonks steps in and hugs you as well. Surprised, you laugh and return the brief embrace. "See you soon, kid. Can't wait to get to know you."

"You as well," you say.

As the couple takes their leave, all you can do is look around at the demolished school and the witches and wizards as some of them have a meltdown. You spot a couple of the Weasleys celebrating the win as Molly looks on with a smile she's quick to smother when her sons point it out. Then heading for the entrance, your shoulders sag in relief when you spot Sirius coming in.

"Paddy!" Your shout garners his attention and you quickly make a beeline for him. "Have you seen Harry?"

"Yeah, pup. He's out on the bridge."

"Thanks." You quickly lean up and kiss his cheek. "We'll catch up later."

Making your way outside, your heart aches at seeing the ruins of what was clearly a magnificent school. You spot the bridge Sirius spoke of and spy your brother tossing something across the open air, only to fall down and be lost forever. His friends Ron and Hermione spot you first, the two of them offering you smiles as you approach.

Harry turns and smiles upon seeing you- a smile which you return, but then your expression goes lax as you slap at his arms one hit after the other. "If-" Hit. "You-" Hit. "Ever do that again.."

"Blimey, she really is a Potter."

"Ron, shush!"

"Hey. Hey!" Harry is quick to defend himself, catching you by the wrist so you stop hitting him. "I'm okay. It's over."

Your chest is heaving, your breathing stuttering as a sob threatens to break free. Tears silently fall before the fight drains out of you and you throw your arms around your little brother's neck. "I just found you, you dunghole. You're not allowed to die first."

Harry chuckles. "I'll do my best." As he pulls out of the hug, his hands remain on your biceps as he grins. "Did you know your eyes glow when you're angry?"

You frown, but before you can answer his friend Hermione is speaking up. "About that.. how is it your magic manifests like that without a wand? Earlier when Harry left to meet Voldemort, you fell to your knees in grief and there was- well it was like-"

"An explosion," Ron says. "Made me and 'Mione stumble some. We had to carry you back into the Great Hall where Remus and Sirius nearly lost it."

You cringe. "Sorry about that. I, uh, I actually used to have a wand until the MACUSA snapped it."

"They what!?" Harry asks incredulously.

"Yeah. School-aged Americans are quite savage," you huff. When the other three don't crack even the smallest of grins, you sigh and explain. "I got picked on quite a lot, but it was never anything that caused harm. Just some stupid pranks that embarrassed me," you say. "When I was sixteen, the pranks turned harmful. Two students caught me in a duel and when one of their hexes sliced my cheek I thought nothing of it. It wasn't until the sight of my blood made them proud and then duel even harder did my magic lash out when I was failing to protect myself. I.. I killed someone." Hermione gasps, but no one dares to say a word. "It was an accident and the Professors knew it because they'd witnessed countless attacks on me, but the government gives no second chances. So my wand was snapped and I was kicked out of the magical community over there."

"But that's preposterous!" Hermione nearly screeches. "You were a child!"

"I was a witch who killed a fellow witch." You shrug. "Apparently the American government is not very forgiving." Harry reaches for your hand then, squeezing it to show his support in you.

"So what happened?" Ron wonders. "You had to have some form of schooling to be so in control of your magic now."

"I ended up in a muggle orphanage after feigning amnesia. I spent months without casting and well.. my magic had to go somewhere," you tell him. "I had a few outbursts and my outbursts were picked up on by the Sorcerer Supreme."

Hermione seems to perk up at that. "I've never heard of that term before."

"You wouldn't have." Smiling fondly, you continue to tell them about the man who changed your life. "All around the world there are sorcerers, but instead of using a wand they master what they call a Sling Ring." You pause just long enough to flash them the ring before summoning a basic shield on both hands. "There's a hidden community of sorcerers in every country, but only one Sorcerer Supreme. He happened to find me when the outbursts kept happening and showed me a different way to manifest my magic before showing me how to master theirs."

"Wicked," Ron breathes in awe.

"Did you- did you ever look for me?" Harry wonders. His small voice makes your heart ache.

"I did." You smile sadly. "Not at first because of Albus' manipulations, but when I found out I was a Potter and had a baby brother out there, the Sorcerer Supreme tracked you down. Albus refused to reunite us and the Sorcerer Supreme did not want to start a war with the Wizarding community."

"But Dumbledore died some time ago." Ron frowns. "Why didn't you try then?"

"I did," here you huff out a brief laugh, "but some rebellious little shits decided to flee and jumpstart a war." All three blush at your words and you reach up to ruffle Harry's hair. "But what matters most is that I'm here now and no one is keeping the Potter heirs separated any longer."

The following couple of weeks proved to be both mentally and physically draining. Besides all the funerals, you lost count of how many times you told your story and felt sick to your stomach when a few would not take Remus or Sirius' words that you were who you said you were. The main thing some could not understand was why Lily would hide her first pregnancy, but it was your godfather and Sirius who told everyone that it was James' dad who made the decision to hide the pregnancy and then even longer after you were born since you were the first female Potter in quite some time. Apparently you were such a well kept secret that not even Dumbledore knew of your existence until he had sent you off and told those who knew you that you had died that fateful night in Godric's Hollow.

Sadly, it was only after a blood test done by a trusted Healer at St. Mungos did everyone finally believe. It was a relief to not be questioned, but then came the daunting task of fixing up Godric's Hollow so it wasn't such a terrible shrine to the worst night of your and Harry's life, and then reopening Potter Manor. But until the real work began, all you wanted to do was spend time with your brother and thankfully Sirius had room for the two of you to stay with him.

Waking up one morning, you frown when you hear a little bit of a racket. It doesn't appear to be a worrisome sounding racket when you stick your head out the bedroom door, so you take the time to freshen yourself up in the bathroom and make sure you're decent for whatever company is downstairs.

Tiptoeing downstairs, you hold your breath as you pass the covered portrait of Sirius' mum less you wake the old hag up and have her screeching for hours. Then pushing the swinging door open, you smile at the sight of Molly Weasley at the stove and her twin sons chatting back and forth with Sirius.

You spot your brother several seats down from them and enter the kitchen to sit down next to him. He smiles when he sees you and you nudge his arm when you're finally seated. "What's going on?"

"Molly wanted to make us breakfast and to make sure Sirius was taking care of us properly. Your boyfriends tagged along and were being too nosy for her liking."

You huff a laugh. "Not my boyfriends."

"At least not yet."

You roll your eyes, grinning at your brother before nudging him again. The twins had taken a shine to you and it's something everyone found quite hilarious. Their flirtatious behavior was nothing serious, but you were grateful that they accepted you so quickly.

Plates full of scrambled eggs, hash browns, sausages, bacon and grilled tomatoes are floated over, followed by a jar of marmalade and a pitcher of orange juice. Molly then brings over a stack of buttered toast and happily pats you and Harry on the shoulders. "Alright, my dears. Dig in. Boys!" She then calls. "To the floo. Let Sirius, Harry, and Y/N eat in peace."

"But mum-" Fred whines.

"-we haven't seen Y/N in ages," George finishes.

Sirius grins as you scoff. "First off, you boys haven't even said hello to me since I walked into the kitchen. And second it's only been three days."

"And that is a terrible mistake on our part," Fred says as he scoots down the bench you're seated on, slinging his arm around your shoulders and smooching you loudly on the cheek. "Hello, love."

"Fred Weasley!" Molly whacks her son upside the head and Harry snorts out the orange juice he'd been sipping. "You leave Miss Potter alone and get going. You too, George."

Sirius laughs as the boys pout but do as they're told. You wink and blow George a kiss who proceeds to pretend he catches it and then pockets it. Laughing, you shake your head in amusement before looking up at their mum. "Thank you, Mrs. Weasley, for the delicious looking breakfast. I didn't know how much longer I could pretend that Kreacher's breakfast was good."

Molly beams, but before she could reply Sirius is huffing. "That dreary old bat just needs to be put out of his misery."

"Oh Sirius, be nice. I'm sure he's not all that bad," Molly admonishes him. You, Harry, and Sirius all snort and she tuts at all three of you, but you and Harry are the only two to grin apologetically at her. "Well if that's all, I shall be going. I'll see you three for dinner."

"No, no. This'll be all for today, Molly," Sirius assures her. "The kids are going to start reclaiming what is rightfully theirs today. We'll most likely swing by Tom's tonight."

"Well alright." Molly pats you and Harry on the shoulder one last time. "I wish you two the best."

After Molly whisks her sons back home, the three of you left at the table enjoy the breakfast she had cooked up. Halfway through Remus shows up and plops down on the opposite side of you, stealing food from your plate as he makes small talk with Sirius in between bites.

Once the food is gone and Sirius has summoned Kreacher to clear the table, all the attention is on you and Harry.

"So what's the plan, cub? Are you really going to demolish Godric's Hollow and rebuild?"

"Yes," you answer Remus. "I don't know about everyone else, but I believe it's a disgrace to mum and dad's memory that the home they were murdered in was left as is as some sort of memorial. It's sick," you say. "If they wanted to memorialize it, then a picture should have been taken to be put in a history book or a plaque be put up.

"Do you plan to live there?" Harry asks. "Because I can't see myself making a home where my earliest memory is of mum screaming as Voldemort threatened her."

"Oh Harry." Under the table you reach for your brother's hand, squeezing it in comfort. "I'm sorry you have to live with that. But yes, I'll take Godric's Hollow. Potter Manor is always passed to the male heir anyway, so you don't have to worry about it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I don't remember anything from that night, and even though I know mum and dad died there I believe in making happy memories where they once lived. I think they'd like that."

He smiles. "Me too."

"Aww! Would you look at that," Sirius coos. "Seeing the two of you together, James and Lily would be proud."

"'Course they would," you muse, releasing Harry's hand and then slinging your arm around the back of his neck to bring him in closer while touching your temple to his. "We're adorable."

"Humble too," Remus huffs, pinching your cheek. He laughs when you swat at him. "So are you two ready? It's going to be quite the tiring day."

You and Harry glance at one another, sobering up some and nodding. "Let's get to it."

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rainydayathogwarts · 4 years ago

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Um if you see this add me on Wattpad, I write imagines n stuff there. My @ is brightcontellations. If you want me to write something marvel or hp related, I can do :))

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maraudersmap · 5 years ago

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First Post!

Since I love Harry Potter and writing fanfics, it's only fair that I start a blog for it. Please do request me anything. I'll post a list of prompts maybe. I can write smut, fluff, anything. I'm not very good with angst, but I'll try. <3

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niftynifflerfics · 6 years ago

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They’re Not Really Gone

I was wondering if you could do a Teddy Lupin x male reader where Teddy is struggling with a cloud of depression about not growing up with his actual father and reader helps him through it. If it isn't a problem, could you make it a little angsty and fluffy. Thank you so much!

(A/N: Of course I can! I hope you like it.)

Warnings: None

Word count: 3,150

The Hufflepuff common room was a comfortable place for all of it's members. Sunlight streamed through circular windows, the air of light chatter and the crackling of logs in the fire made the atmosphere warm and cozy, not to mention the kitchen wasn't far so it was the perfect place to meet up for studies and snacking. The portrait of Helga Hufflepuff above the barrel shaped fireplace smiled at them all as they passed, throwing an occasional wave or concerned 'are you alright there,' when one student was looking particularly stressed or rushed. If you were up too late, seconds away from sleep with your head down in a book, she'd wake you and convince you to get to sleep. During the holiday seasons, she would hold her mug of hot butterbeer up to anyone who passed in attempts to get someone to cheers with her. Today was one such holiday or close enough to it (she was currently trying to cheers with a third year that was much too short to reach), there were only three days left of your sixth year and while that terrified you to no end, you knew that you weren't going to be doing your final year at Hogwarts alone. Teddy shifted, attempting to get comfortable on the opposite side of the couch. He had his face down in a book, trying to study for a test that had been sprung on you mere days before your holidays, but he kept eyeing you, something else was on his mind. Strands of turquoise hair fell to block his view and each time it did, he would reach up and move it out of his face. It would stay there for a moment before it would move once again. You watched for a while, finding yourself distracted from your own studies and eventually growing tired of seeing it happen again and again, you reached forward and brushed the hair out of his face for him. He looked up, slightly startled and nervous before murmuring a thank you when you moved away, but his gaze lingered.

He'd been acting kind of strange for a few weeks now so the look he was giving you was nothing new. There was a mix of emotions swarming in his eyes - a kind of fear and melancholy, but he wouldn't tell you what it was about, no matter how many times you tried to pry it out of him. None of your shared friends had managed to get anything out of him either - you even wrote to Harry when he started shutting himself away from everyone but he had no clue as to what could be bothering him either. This was the first time in weeks that he'd tried to start a conversation with you. 'What's up,' you asked, shifting to sit closer to him. You waited, watching to see if you'd pushed it too far, but he didn't move away and didn't leave and rather took in a couple of nervous breaths. 'Well, my godfather - Harry, you know the one you met last summer holidays? Well, he's invited me to Christmas at the Burrow and well you know how big my family is so it's okay if you say no but if you want to, maybe you'd like to come over for the holidays too? My uh... My cousins are dying to meet you, they won't ever stop asking about when they get to meet my boyfriend.' Without hesitation, you nodded and smiled softly, reaching your hand out to hold his. He tensed and his eyes met yours at last before he smiled too. When you'd owled your parents and received their response, you knew you'd have a hell of a ride trying to buy Christmas presents for everyone in his family. He'd insisted you didn't need to buy anyone anything but you had to make a good impression. You used the approaching Hogsmede weekend to gather miscellaneous gifts. You knew his godfather Harry was big on Quidditch and managed to snatch him up a set of tiny Quidditch gear to play tiny Quidditch with, Hermione read more often than she breathed so you looked for some new releases at a book shop, Ron was and still is a giant supporter of the Chudley Cannons, so you found him an entire book of collectable cards that displayed each team's member and their best moves and moments. You weren't sure what Teddy's cousin's and other aunts and uncles would like so you played it safe with different types of treats from Hogsmede and vouchers for various stores in Diagon Alley. On the last day of school, there was a giant goodbye feast for everyone who was leaving for the holidays - plump turkeys and golden roast potatoes, just as they did every year, the house elves had out done themselves. It was the perfect way to end the year, along with your outstanding marks in your end of year "preparing you for seventh year" test. It was finally over, no more exams until after the Christmas holidays, except Teddy hadn't shown up for it. He'd spent most of the day hauled up in the dorm and none of the others entered it. One of the boys had approached you to ask if you could make sure the coast was clear before he got his pyjamas, but you were way ahead of him. Teddy looked as if he had been asleep for hours, ruffled turquoise hair glimmering in the moonlight as he flicked through something, sitting on the edge of his four poster yellow bed with his legs dangling off of it. His head snapped up when he saw your face through a crack in the door but made no move to approach you and rather shut what looked like a photo album and slid it under his bed before you could see it. When you had reassured him that you were here for him and asked what was up, he'd told you it was nothing and that he just wasn't feeling well but it didn't seem like the Teddy you knew at all, this wasn't just any dinner this was the end of year feast. The ride back to platform nine and three quarters had been alright, especially once the trolley lady came past and you, Teddy and two other Hufflepuff boys stuffed yourselves with cauldron cakes. The weather was clear and sunny, warm enough to leave the house without a jacket but cold enough to wear long sleeved shirts and as the view passed by as blurs of green, you found yourself falling asleep and remaining that way until Teddy reluctantly shook you awake and the two of you left the train together. Teddy's godfather Harry was incredibly noticeable. He stuck out like a sore thumb, even with the thick steam of the Hogwarts Express shrouding the platform. You felt bad for staring considering he got enough unwanted attention as is, but it was too late to feel bad because he noticed you and Teddy, waving and calling you over to join him where he was with his two sons, a daughter and his wife. Teddy smiled, slipping his hand in yours and wheeling his trunk behind him as the two of you approached. 'Nice to see you again Teddy,' Harry's hand moved to ruffle Teddy's bright blue hair. He grunted and laughed a little before Harry's attention moved to you. 'Hello again (Y/N), I'm glad you could join us.' 'So am I.' You could feel the nerves creep in as the curious stares of all three Potter children bore into your back. When Hermione, Ron and their children had approached, five pairs of eyes were on you. You squeezed Teddy's hand and felt him squeeze back. Knowing he was there was the most reassuring feeling in the world. Harry signalled for everyone to follow and you all made your way through crowds of reunited families to a very old looking muggle car. You questioned how in Merlin's name the group of you would ever fit in there, but the engorgement charm made it nearly big enough for you to move in and use it as an apartment. You and Teddy moved to the back of the car beside the Potter's middle child Albus. Albus was the most reserved of all of the Potter siblings, he was the only one who wasn’t still ogling you and instead threw you and Teddy a smile as you moved to sit next to him. When Harry had decided that everyone was "ready to rock and roll," you set off on your way to the Burrow where Molly and Arthur Weasley lived. More paddocks filled with cows, horses, sheep and the like passed by - albeit slower than they did during the ride back to King's Cross, but again you felt a familiar type of sleepiness and serenity despite the loud chatter. When you'd arrived at the Burrow, you apprehensively grabbed your trunk and caught up to Teddy who was lagging behind Rose, Hugo, Hermione and Ron. The whole house was so... Homey. It felt more like home than your actual house had. Maybe it was how many lives this house had housed, how much love it had seen or maybe it was the fact that there were so many people inside that it was alive with conversation - the kind of conversation you'd expect to hear in a packed theatre. The inside was much bigger than you would've expected it to have been and when you walked in you were wrapped in the arms of a very excited looking old woman who was moving from person to person with a bright, wide smile that stretched so far beyond her eyes, she looked as if she'd just won the lottery. Her embrace wasn't expected but definitely wasn't unappreciated, she was a great hugger. 'You must be Teddy's boyfriend,' she stepped back, holding your face between her hands. Your eyes darted to Teddy, who's cheeks had grown red. Molly smiled, observing you before she nodded at Teddy. 'You've found yourself a real handsome one.' Teddy seemed to want to scold her when he noticed the frazzled expression on your face but rather his disapproval was muffled by the material of Molly's shirt. She was too busy hugging him to hear him out. Once everyone had been all hugged out and Molly had finished carrying out everything for lunch, you settled down in the seat next to Teddy's with an unfamiliar girl at your side. She looked the same age as you with bright platinum blonde hair and blue eyes. She seemed very refined and smiled politely at you when she noticed you. You could've sworn you knew her from somewhere, maybe she was a Hufflepuff too? There were a couple of seconds that passed before she realised she hadn't introduced herself and quickly turned to you, sticking out her hand. ''ello, I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself, I'm Victorie, Victorie Weasley.' You could immediately pin point her slight accent, she must be Bill and Fleur Delacour's eldest daughter. Teddy had made sure to let you know who everyone who was going to be there would be and you seemed to be doing pretty good so far. You introduced yourself too and shook hands with her. She smiled and giggled before she turned back to her plate and started working on the roast chicken in front of her. Molly had done an incredible job with everything she made, the very smell made your mouth water violently and everything down to the roast carrots was cooked so well she could rival the Hogwarts annual Christmas feast, and that was saying a lot. It seemed that everyone was enjoying the meal just as much as you were, everyone except Teddy. Teddy seemed uncomfortable, nudging a roasted potato with the edge of his fork and staring down at it blankly. He was distracted, so much so that when his name was called by Harry who was the head at the opposite end of the table, he didn't notice. To his credit, it was a fairly long table, but nevertheless, Harry tried to get his attention enough times for it to be concerning. You nudged him softly with your elbow, which made his head snap towards you, eyes widening. You tilted your head in the direction of Harry and Harry asked him how his last few days at Hogwarts were again - for the fourth time. Only a few minutes passed of him talking to Harry before he suddenly stood, claiming he wasn't feeling well and making his way up to the room that had been set up for all of the boys to sleep in. It was going to be incredibly awkward now that you thought about it, you barely knew Albus, Hugo, Lewis, Fred or James - you didn't really know them well enough to feel comfortable starting a conversation with them, yet alone sharing a room with them. You thought about the smell of the apple pie coming from the kitchen, the rich scent of apples and cinnamon was enough to fill your dreams for the next one hundred years, but there were more important things than apple pie and one of those things was Teddy. You excused yourself and thanked Molly for dinner, insisting on cleaning up after yourself and rushing up the stairs to the boys room when you were done. You knocked on the door but there was no response. Just when you were about to knock again, a quiet voice broke the silence. 'Who is it?' It was enough for you to worry. Teddy sounded upset, more than upset - he sounded the same way he did when he had told you about his parents. The very tone of voice made your stomach lurch. 'It's (Y/N), can I come in?' There was shuffling and a pause before the door was unlocked and Teddy opened it just a crack. He'd definitely been crying, his eyes were red and puffy, as if in the time it took you to get here, he'd sobbed enough for his tear ducts to give up. You felt guilt coarse through you, you should've been on your feet as soon as he was. 'Are you alright love?' He pulled the door open and let it swing on it's hinges, closing it behind you as you moved into the room. He said nothing, moving to the opposite side of the room and staring out of the window and into the street bellow it. 'You know you can talk to me about anything right? You've been off for weeks and I just don't know how much longer I can take it without knowing whats up. I won't judge you for whatever it is, I promise.' You coaxed, moving to sit on the end of his bed. Teddy nodded, still avoiding your gaze and watching passing cars go by. A few more minutes passed before he sighed and sat down next to you, head falling onto your shoulder. 'Why did you choose to come with me,' Teddy started, voice scratchy and hoarse. 'You know, instead of spending Christmas with your family.' You threw an arm around Teddy's shoulder and sighed, pushing your cheek into his thick, messy hair. 'Because I love you and I love your family.' Teddy mumbled something under his breath. 'Sorry handsome I didn't catch that.' 'They're not my family.' You drew away from Teddy to look at him. He didn't meet your eyes, instead facing the wall his bed was pressed up against. You moved your hands to hold his cheeks. 'What do you mean?' 'They're not my family - not really. I'm just the kid they pity who doesn't have a real family to spend Christmas with.' Teddy choked on a sob and you felt your heart twist violently in your chest. You moved his face so that he was forced to look at you and ran your finger over his cheeks where fresh tears had fallen. 'Teddy, they are your family-' 'No they're not.' 'Teddy-' 'They aren't my real family, Harry isn't my dad - not my real dad and-' 'Teddy!' Teddy paused, eyes darting to yours at your outburst. 'I'm sorry, but they don't pity you, you are their family. They may not be your parents or cousins by blood, but they care about you and that's what really matters.' You sat in silence. Teddy choked on another sob, tears welling in the corners of his eyes. He stayed like that for a while, crying and leaning into the palm of your hands. It was hard not to cry with him, the whole two years you'd been together - he'd never talked about his parents like this. You realise now that he wasn't over it, he was just holding it all in. 'I just wish I had of m-met them you know, my mum and dad.' You nodded, moving to pull him towards your chest, he didn't fight you, instead nuzzling into you. You moved your hand to sit on the top of his head. 'They were amazing people - you remember, Harry told us about all of the stuff your dad did when he was at Hogwarts? About the map? And your mum, she used to turn into teachers for fun.' Teddy nodded, snickering slightly though it came out as more of a sniffle. 'You know, they're proud of you, I'm sure of it. I'm sure they miss you just as much as you miss them.' Teddy nodded, hiccuping again as fresh tears spilled. 'Here's the cheesy part - they're not really gone. As long as you remember them, they're never really gone. They're here in little things like your hair, your eyes and the map. They were brave and strong and you are too Teddy, you are them and they are with you every step of the way - just like I am, just like all of your family is and always will be.' Teddy lifted his eyes to meet yours, pulling away from your neck. 'So I guess you're my family too?' You nodded, smiling and lifting your hand to brush away tears from his face again. 'That's weird.' Your Teddy was finally coming back. You laughed, punching him softly on the arm. Just as he had collected himself again and practically fallen onto you for cuddles, several Potters, Weasleys and a Granger-Weasley burst into the room, laughing and talking between one and other. James winked at the two of you, Albus smiling softly while Hugo, Lewis and Fred were still caught up in their strange chant that you could hear from here since it had started. Teddy smiled fondly at them, they were his family and he hoped that one day you'd become a part of it too - for real.

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chewymoustachio · 5 years ago

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do you have any fic recs?

Fic recs

Omg this is my first ask ever, so thank you for asking a question.

It depends on what fandom you like, but sometimes the writing is so good that you can’t help but like the work anyway even if you don’t know the characters.

These are specific works that have left such an impact on me to the point in which I remember them just like how I remember reading Harry Potter or watching Star Wars. These authors are truly amazing, and I recommend these specific fics as well as their whole masterlist.

These fics are:

Carousel by @yoonia (yoongi x reader)

About time by @yoonia (jungkook x reader x jimin)

Pas De deux by bts-aesthetics (jimin x reader)

I’ll come back for you by @poeticandors (Poe x reader)

Mixed signals by @buckybarnesstar (Bucky x reader)

Blood in the cut by @infamous-webhead (Peter Parker x reader)

Heir by @bangtannguk-au (Taehyung x reader)

Avatar:TLA by @justsomewritingblog (reader insert, is more active on Wattpad and can find them there as well)

Spilled milk by @adorajoon (yoongi x reader)

Unplanned by @joonsroses (jimin x reader)

Outro: Her by @milk-mochi (yoongi x reader)

Light[s] by @dw-writes (kingdom hearts reader insert)

Catch Me by @buckyywiththegoodhair (Bucky x reader)

Euphoric by @httpsolros (jungkook x reader)

Fight so dirty by @mell-bell (Mandalorian x reader)

Light and dark by @forever-more-never-again (zuko x reader)

The god’s blessing by @weepingvoidpenguin (Peter Parker x reader)

Violet paladin by @angels17324 (Keith x reader)

Witch hazel by @yoon-kooks (jungkook x reader)

Promises by @tommyparkerr (Peter Parker x reader)

I binged read these accounts, so I recommend all of their works!

Great authors:

@bloomsuga (bts social media AUs, felt so relatable and gen z energy to the max while having such a great plot every time)

@crystaljins (bts fics, I really felt like I was living in a different world each time I read a work from them. I was that immersed!)

@propertyofpoeandbucky (basically any popular fandom you could imagine, always stumble on their work time and time again and I’m always elated to read their work and be immersed in the world they create)

@dreamcatcherjiah (bts social media AUs, was absolutely enthralled by their works and their prose)

@startrekkingaroundasgard (multi fandom, writing style is beautiful)

@cocos-cocoapuffsarenotforsale (multifandom, love their hp and marvel master list, was rather immersed in their storytelling ways)

Hope you enjoy these authors and their works like I did/do! If I missed a specific fandom that you were looking for, I’m sorry and I hope you find good ones by searching for a specific tag. I hope I gave you enough works to last a couple of days lol. Stay safe 💜

#fic recs #ros asks #thank you authors for sharing your talents with the world :)

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fallen-imagine-angel · 6 years ago

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Sick Days (Peter Kavinsky x Reader)

Notes: Hey guys! Here’s a Peter K. fic that got requested a few days ago! I really hope that whoever requested this likes it! Also, chapter 16 of the HP AU should be up by tomorrow. And tag lists/requests are still open! Send some stuff in! Thanks so much for reading!

Summary: You’re sick and Peter thinks it’s his duty as your fake boyfriend to come and comfort you.

Sick Days

Peter Kavinsky x Reader

Requested?: Yes, an Anon requested “Could you do a Peter kavinsky x reader where the reader is sick and he has to take care of her and in a sleepy sick state she says I love you (they fake dating atm) and he's taken aback and says i love you too”

Word Count: 853

Warnings: None? Just pure fluff. wow.

A ringing next to your bed wakes you from your deep sleep. You groan and grab your phone, stopping the alarm.

“Honey, get up! It’s time to- are you okay?” Your mom busts into your room, sitting down on your bed next to you.

“Oh, no, I’m fine besides feeling like absolute crap.” You shrug, sitting up in your bed and yawning. Your mom presses her hand to your forehead.

“You’re hot.” She stands up and frowns slightly.

“I’m flattered.” You joke. Your mom rolls her eyes, smiles, and walks to get the thermometer. She returns momentarily and hands it to you. You take your temperature.

102.4

“Great. Well, you’re obviously not going to school today. Try to get some rest, okay, sweetie? I’ll be back after work.” Your mom kisses your forehead and walks out of your room, shutting the door on her way out. You get comfortable in bed and fall back asleep.

~+~

Another ringing noise wakes you up for the second time, this time it’s not your alarm.

“Hello?” You groggily answer the phone.

“(Y/n)? Are you okay?” Peter’s worried voice emits from the other side of the phone.

“Yeah, Pete, I’m fine. I’m just sick.” You involuntarily have a coughing fit, to which Peter groans in annoyance at.

“You had to be sick? Gen has been annoying the crap outta me, and it’s only been an hour since school started! And she and I don’t even have first hour together! It’s better with you here because you’re my girlfriend and you can get her to back off. Please, please, please get better soon.” He rants, and you know he’s beyond frustrated. Usually, you scare her away since you’re Peter’s ‘girlfriend’, but now you’re not there to do that.

“I’m sorry, Peter, but there’s nothing I can do. Unless you want to come over, which you cannot do. Besides, I’m only your fake girlfriend, so there shouldn’t be much problem without me there today.” You mumble. Oh, how you wish you were so much more than just his fake girlfriend.

“Whatever, you’re wrong. I’ll see you later though.” Peter hangs up quickly, and you confusedly set your phone down on your bedside table again.

“Weirdo.” You mutter before sleep overtakes you once again.

~+~

The third time you wake up, it’s from a tap on your window. You groan loudly before sitting up and looking at your window to see Peter there, smiling and waving at you. Your jaw drops.

“Peter!” You hiss, stumbling out of bed and to your window. You lift it up and Peter tumbles inside. When he finally stands up again, he just tackles you into your bed.

“I missed you, babe.” He grins at you.

“We’re not in public, you don’t have to use the nicknames. Plus, get off of me! I’m sick!” You try to shove him away, but he’s much stronger than you in your sickly state.

“I love using nicknames on you! And I don’t care that you’re sick, because I’m the best boyfriend in the world and I’ll take care of you!” He laughs, and you chuckle a little bit before erupting into another coughing fit. He frowns and gets off of you, letting you lay back down in bed.

“Thanks, Pete. You’re the best fake boyfriend ever.” You smile gently at him. He gives you one of his signature soft smiles that only you get to see.

“I’m going to go get you some Sprite and crackers, as well as some medicine.” Peter rubs your knee gently before walking out.

He walks back in a few minutes later and sets a Sprite down on your bedside table. He sits down next to you and you cuddle into his side. He gives you your medicine and you quickly swallow the pill before cuddling into him again.

“Crackers?” You murmur.

“I’ll feed them to you.” He gives you a boyish grin before breaking part of a cracker off and setting it in your mouth. You eat it and smile warmly up at him. He really would be the best boyfriend ever, but unfortunately, he’s only your fake boyfriend. That doesn’t stop you from falling in love with him, though.

“Does this pill make you drowsy?” You yawn, your eyes starting to droop slightly.

“Yes it does, princess.” He nods, setting down the crackers to instead gently massage your scalp. You sigh dreamily as he does so. You’re about to fall asleep, everything around you a complete blur except for Peter.

“Goodnight, Peter. I love you.” You smile groggily as your eyes shut. You feel Peter’s fingers stop massaging for a second. You open your eyes as much as you can to look up at him, still not quite sure what’s going on. Why did he stop? It felt so good.

“I...I love you too, (Y/n)...” Peter smiles softly at you and you nod in return.

“Good boy.” You sleepily pat his hand that was massaging your scalp and he chuckles before continuing to massage. You fall asleep quickly after that.

Maybe being sick today wasn’t so bad for Peter after all.

#peter kavinsky x reader #peter kavinsky #to all the boys ive loved before movie #to all the boys ive loved before #to all the boys i've loved before #tatbilb #fluff #x reader #x you #x y/n #x (y/n)#reader insert #peter kavinsky reader insert

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fanficimagery · 6 years ago

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Imagine a future Weasley travelling back in time. He refuses to give up who his parents are, but after an incident in Diagon Alley the secret comes out.

Gen Fic X Reader w/ a hint of Charlie X Reader

Every Weasley coming together for all day shenanigans at the Burrow became a tradition a couple months after the war had ended and Fred woke from his coma after having a wall fall on him. And while you weren't a Weasley, it didn't stop Molly from sending her children to drag you to her home. You had been a year above Harry, Ron, and Hermione, but you had been on friendly terms with all the Weasley's.

So for a couple of years, you find yourself spending two nights at the Burrow- the night before Weasley shenanigans and the night of. And though there were numerous rooms, Molly had a tough time pairing people up. Bill, Fleur, and their toddler shared Bill's old room. Percy and his wife took his old room, and Molly reluctantly let the twins and their girlfriends all bunk in one room. And since Molly let the twins bunk with their girlfriends, she had to let Ginny and Harry stay together while Ron and Hermione stayed in another room. That left you with Charlie in his old room and while Molly gushed her apologies, you simply waved her off.

Charlie Weasley only came down for holidays and for the newest tradition now dubbed Weasley All Day Shenanigans. He was rather rambunctious when around his family, but in your shared room he seemed to decompress and knew exactly how to approach you. You let him take the full bed while squeezing a single in between his bed and the wall. It was a tight fit, but your bed was a foot lower than his and you absolutely loved it because you could burrow in your bed whenever Molly threw open the door to wake you up.

But with your bed being a foot lower is what started making your visits to the Burrow a little nerve wracking, all because Charlie moved a lot in his sleep and somehow started managing to fall into your bed while miraculously not squishing you and settling you on his chest. The cuddling sessions eventually moved onto more rated R shenanigans, and it was hard to meet any of his siblings gazes whenever they asked how you had slept.

You and Charlie both made it clear your hook-ups were nothing serious, and actually became quite good friends much to everyone's surprise.

It's just as everyone is lounging around with full stomachs after lunch that it happens. The wind picks up out of the blue and as everyone starts throwing around sticking charms to keep everything from blowing away, a couple of yards away a figure starts to appear from out of thin air. From one moment to the next there's a rather tall red head with a lean build standing where nothing had been just moments before. The head of hair is a familiar shade of red and as he glances around at everyone, his eyes slowly widen.

"Bollocks," the stranger murmurs, but seeing as you're the closest you manage to hear him.

You glance at the other Weasley's, suppressing a grin at Fred and George who are counting their family members before glancing back at the stranger with frowns. No one has any idea who the newcomer is.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley immediately stand, followed by Bill, Charlie, and the twins. Bill takes a stance in front of Fleur and his daughter, and you huff when Charlie shields you.

"Explain yourself, young man," Mrs. Weasley says. "How did you get passed our wards?"

"Uhh.." the kid blinks, swallowing thickly. "Funny thing that," he then chuckles nervously. "I'm your grandson. One of many."

"A time-traveler?" Hermione wonders as Molly gasps, and every other Weasley perks up in interest. She looks his him up and down, and frowns. "I don't see a time-turner."

"I don't have one," the kid says. "A spell was cast. I was the guinea pig."

"G-Grandson?" Molly's lip tremble, immediately believing him. "Truly?"

The kid looks at Molly, shoulders dropping as he flashes her a genuine smile. "Yeah, Nana. I am."

Molly looks like she wants nothing more than to wrap the teenager up in her arms, but Arthur lays a hand on his wife's shoulder to keep her in place. "Who are your parents then?"

The kid's eyes flicker to the other gathered Weasley's. His mouth opens and then snaps shut, his head tilting as he lets his gaze wander. "Before I answer that, can I have a show of hands to see which of you are married?"

The twins snicker before Bill and Percy raise their hands. The kid's eyes subtly widen when no one else raises their hand and then he sighs. "Bloody hell. Mum and Dad aren't even married yet. How far back did the spell take me?" Everyone suddenly becomes more curious, glancing at each other and trying to suss out who spawned the time-traveling Weasley. "Given the circumstances, I rather not say who my parents are or what year I'm from. Should someone figure out my parentage, I don't want to put pressure on them."

"Fair enough," Arthur concedes. "Can we have your name then?"

"Sure." The kid hops to attention and then bows, tilting his head up to stare at his grandfather. "Josiah Weasley at your service."

Molly coos and the others are all mumbling to themselves about the newest addition, but you.. your heart beats faster and your throat closes. You quickly blink your eyes to rid them of the gathering tears and when Josiah glances at you he smiles sadly before quickly averting his gaze.

Things quickly return to being jovial as they realize Josiah is not a threat. He hugs Molly and Arthur, talking about how young and fit they look, and that they look just as good as they do in the future. The twins, Bill, and Charlie waste no time in calling him an arse kisser, but Josiah laughs all the remarks off with a shrug.

Later in the evening when you manage to catch Josiah all on his own, you sidle up to his side and without staring at him you ask, "Your parents don't happen to call you Joss for short, do they?"

Josiah chuckles quietly and nudges you with his shoulder. "Yeah, mum. You do." You inhale sharply and when you manage to look at him, he's smiling kindly at you. "My name gave me away, didn't it?"

"Yeah. It was my grandfather's name," you say, still a bit awestruck. "I always told my mom that if I ever had a child, then I was going to name him Josiah."

"Well.. you had him."

"And apparently he's a Weasley," you grumble. Josiah chuckles and you groan. "And I don't even have to ask which one. I have a pretty good idea who your father is."

"And this is the exact reason I didn't tell you what year I'm from. I don't want to put pressure on you or Dad to.. to, you know-"

"I know," you cut him off, grinning at his sudden blush. Not being able to resist, you reach up and pinch his cheek with a quiet laugh. "Merlin this is so weird. I mean, you're my son."

"Mum," he groans and lightly bats your hand away from his face. "Stop that."

Chuckling softly, you take a step to the side as you hear incoming voices. "Only because I don't want the others to get ideas," you tell him and he rolls his eyes. "Now tell me why you decided to be a guinea pig? Was it one of your barmy uncles? My galleons are on Fred or George. Or Fred and George. They're daft enough to try something like this."

"You always were a smart witch," Josiah muses. "But don't be too harsh on them. I volunteered after all."

"Mhm. Now go mingle with the family. We've no idea how long you're here for so make the most of it while you can."

As it turns out, the spell lasts far longer than anyone had anticipated. Josiah kept quiet on the specifics of such a spell much to Hermione's dismay, and now going on day five everyone but Josiah seem to be on the edge of their seats and wondering when the boy will disappear back to his time. And since they figured out the spell would return Josiah to a specific place no matter where he was currently at, no one could find it in their heart to refuse the newest Weasley when he wanted to go exploring and see everything as it were way before his time.

Everyone had went back to their respective homes and to work, so Molly and Arthur had no problem letting Josiah stay with them. But seeing as everyone was intrigued by the young time traveler, the Burrow was once more alive with noise as several of Molly's children would visit unannounced to spend time with Josiah.

Charlie had ending up coming home to the Burrow a couple days after a mishap at work, and while he could have easily rested at his own home in Romania no one dared say anything after they realized his reasoning for coming back to the Burrow was because of Josiah. The second eldest Weasley had found himself quite attached to the Weasley time traveler and everyone was placing bets on whether Charlie was Josiah's father or just his favorite uncle.

During the weekend once you realized Josiah was not yet disappearing, he managed to wrangle you, Charlie, Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny for a trip to Diagon Alley. Lunch and drinks are had at the Leaky, everyone buys a bowl of ice cream from Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, and then it's a unanimous decision to go bother Fred and George in their shop.

You watch as the twins practically play tug-or-war with Josiah, showing him the best of what their shop has to offer. You roll your eyes as they let him pocket numerous products, and you're surprised no one's figured out the connection between you and Josiah with as much as you watch him. Either that or they think you have a crush on the time travelling Weasley which is both hilarious and gross.

The trip, however, is cut short when Ron knocks over some Peruvian Instant Darkness powder. The whole lot of you, minus Fred and George who have to stick around and clean up the mess, rush out the front of the shop in a fit of laughter.

The group is just managing to get their laughter under control when there's an explosion, followed by screams and shouts. Your eyes widen because it's been a long time since there's been any sort of conflict within the magical community, so it's no surprise that you lot freeze before running towards the commotion.

Diagon Alley is lit up with spells flying back and forth, and no one has any idea what caused the mass duel to begin with. Ron and Harry who are both aurors immediately jump into the fray while Hermione and Ginny cast shields to help the unsuspecting witch or wizard.

Charlie subconsciously herds you behind him, and with your wand in one hand you use the other to grab at Josiah's wrist and tug him behind you. Another fight breaks out somewhere behind you and you whirl around when another explosion sounds, this one much closer as it sends a spray of glass over you.

With Josiah not armed, panic seizes you when you see a purple spell being hurled right at him. And knowing that he's your son, all rational thought flees you so instead of casting a shield you shove him out of the way. The spell hits you in the center of your chest and all the breath rushes from your lungs. Charlie shouts and catches you as you collapse, and when Josiah sees you his expression transforms to one of horror.

"No. No, no, no," he chokes, scrambling on hands and knees. Charlie lowers you gently, his expression torn as he glances all around. You open your mouth to say something- anything, really- but only end up coughing blood. "Dad. Dad, you have to do something."

Your eyes widen when you see Josiah addressing Charlie, and it takes Charlie a moment to realize it's him that's being called dad. "W-What?"

"Mum's gonna die if you don't get her to Nana's. Go. Now!" Charlie gapes at you and you can barely meet his gaze as you try catching your breath. Grasping at Josiah's shirt, your son glances down at you with tears streaming down his face. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He tugs your wand from your loose grasp and sits back on his heels. "Dad's gonna take you to Nana's. She'll know how to heal you."

"J-Joss.."

"Shh. It's okay. Let dad take care of you," he says quickly while leaning down and kissing your forehead. "I'll go grab the aunts and get to the Burrow soon. I promise." Charlie's still a bit dumbstruck and it takes Josiah using your wand to cast a quick protego to shield you from a sudden onslaught of ricocheted spells. "Dad, go!"

One moment you're looking up your distraught son and the next Charlie's shoving his arms beneath your neck and the backs of your knees. "Come on, Y/N. Stay awake," he mutters. "You have a lot of explaining to do, sweetheart."

You're in so much pain that apparating doesn't seem to faze you and then Charlie's grunting as he rushes you through the familiar wards surrounding the Burrow.

"Mum! Mum, come quick." Charlie kicks open the kitchen door, setting you atop the kitchen table before sweeping everything off and laying you out.

"What happened?!" Molly bustles into the kitchen, wand raised. Charlie rips your shirt open and her wand is immediately moving over you the second she's within reach.

"Cutting hex, I think. It was heading for Josiah and Y/N pushed him out of the way."

You gurgle on blood, your nails scratching against the table's surface for something to grasp as Molly starts healing the cuts across your chest. Charlie grasps your right hand and you squeeze his hand in return.

"Go into the cabinets and grab a vial of blood replenisher and pain relief," Molly says. "Shh, dear. It's going to be okay," she assures you when you whimper.

Molly's done all she's can before instructing Charlie to help you drink the potions when you hear several pops of apparition thunder outside. Molly whirls on the stampede that all try to fit through her kitchen door at once, she only lowering her wand when Ginny yells out that it's them.

"Mum. Mum, are you okay?"

"Mum?!" Molly gasps.

Josiah's suddenly in your line of view, grabbing one of your hands between both of his and you weakly smile as he presses his forehead against yours in relief. "I knew Nana would save you."

"What is going on?" Molly then wonders.

"That's what we want to know," Ginny mutters. "Josiah went mad in the Alley. Kept saying his mum was injured and we needed to go, but we didn't think-"

"Y/N is Josiah's mother," Charlie says as both he and Josiah help you sit up, you happily taking the afghan Hermione had quickly summoned from the front room. Several pairs of eyes widen. "And I'm his father."

"Bloody hell," Ron mumbles.

"Out. Everyone out," Molly says. She shoos everyone but Charlie and Josiah from the room. And once everyone is out and you're grimacing as you hop off the table to sit in a chair, she whirls around on the three of you. "How long have you known?"

"Today," Charlie admits.

"Uhh," you utter, averting your gaze. "I, uh, I knew the moment Josiah gave us his name. It's a family name, you see, and I took an educated guess."

"But you and Charlie," Molly then says, glancing between the two of you. "Since when? You've never-"

"Mum," he groans, "can you not? We're both adults. Y/N and I's relationship is very casual. We never expected-"

"You are going to have a son, Charles," she admonishes. "That does not seem very casual to me."

"To be fair," Josiah chips in, "mum and dad are married before I'm even conceived. You're getting flustered for no reason, Nana."

"You stay out of this, young man, and go sit with your aunts and uncles in the front."

"Yes, ma'am."

Josiah is up and out of the kitchen so fast that both you and Charlie have to smother laughter. However, you lose the battle the second he scurries back into the kitchen to kiss Molly on the cheek before disappearing into a room full of laughter in the front. And that- that makes some of Molly's anger dissipate.

Taking a moment to gather herself, Molly finally deflates. "I apologize. I'm not even angry, I'm just- I'm a bit shocked." She meets your gaze, her age showing in her glistening eyes. "I haven't seen this much blood since the war and Charlie looked so panicked that I-"

"It's okay, Mrs. Weasley," you assure her, holding the afghan around your shoulders as you stand up and go in for a hug. "It's all a bit much, isn't it? Me bleeding and then finding out I'm tying down the one son you were always worried about."

"Oi!" Charlie barks though there's no real heat behind it.

Molly chuckles and then ends up a blubbering mess, she wrapping you in a hug and prematurely welcoming you into the family. You glance at Charlie, but he merely shrugs and watches from a distance with a small smile on his face.

Eventually the Weasley matriarch is calm and she's leaving you alone with her son. But before you and Charlie can even talk about all he's learned, Josiah is entering the kitchen alone. "So before I go, I thought I should tell you guys to not overthink it."

You frown. "Before you go?"

"It's part of the spell, I think," Josiah shrugs. "I just- I know it's about to take me. Why? I have no bloody idea, but I know I don't got much time."

"But I just found out," Charlie says. "Do you have to go?"

"Yeah, dad, I do." Josiah stares at Charlie before lunging in for a hug. Momentarily shocked, it takes Charlie a moment to return the embrace, but when he does he's squeezing Josiah as tightly as he can without injuring the boy. "Don't stress about getting together with mum," he then says. "It'll happen when it happens. I'm in no rush to be born."

Charlie chuckles. "I knew there was something about 'ya, kid. I could feel it."

"Now you know." Josiah pulls free from Charlie before turning to you, he then hugging you as gently as he can. "It's time. Love you, mum."

Your bottom lip trembles, but you manage to keep the tears from falling. "Love you too, Joss." A moment after he steps back and your arms fall to your sides, Josiah disappears with a smile. Your breath stutters and then Charlie's there pulling into an embrace of his own.

"Shh," he murmurs. "It's going to be okay."

"I know," you tell him. "I just- it's weird. That was our son."

"Yeah."

"Our son who I'm no doubt going to hex silly in the future when he's old enough."

Charlie chuckles softly. "He was just the guinea pig, sweetheart. Can't hex just him."

"Nope. I'm going to start with your two daft brothers."

"Well before you get hex happy, what say you and I go get cleaned up and talk about the hippogriff in the room."

You groan and snuggle further into Charlie's chest. "What's there to talk about? You like me, I like you. We pretty much knew that already."

"Yes, but we didn't know the extent of our feelings until our time travelling son appeared."

"Lets just take Josiah's advice and not stress," you mumble. "We'll get together when the time is right." You break off, yawning. "Now can you please take me to my bed? I'm really tired."

"Of course. Lets go. We'll explain everything to the family later."

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