#hp gen fic x reader

[aacciorriptide-writes]

dating Teddy Lupin would include...

summary: a few ideas on how i think Teddy would act as a boyfriend a/n: i'm rewriting a bunch of old headcanon lists from my wattpad - find the full list here content warnings: n/a next gen masterlist

Neck/jaw kisses

Nose kisses

VEEERRRRRRRRRRY soft kisses

Stealing A L L of his jumpers.

Him calling you love/my love/baby ajadarfxreafgezvb

Neck/jaw kisses.

Him making a complete fool of himself whenever you're around.

Always sitting at the hufflepuff table

Cheering on hufflepuff in quidditch matches even tho you're not a hufflepuff.

Neck kisses.

Him always having his hair your favourite colour.

TEDDY BLUSHES EASY.

He always blushes.

When kissing. Touching hands. Just being around other people in general.

B.L.U.S.H.I.N.G.

Him making lots of jokes.

Teddy being the only one able to cheer you up.

Neck kisses

Him freaking out over the littlest things.

Harry and Ginny love you.

Always getting teased by his siblings (JAMES, ALBUS AND LILY ARE HIS SIBLINGS, FIGHT ME)

DID I MENTION NECK KISSES?!

Just - Teddy being sweet and adorable and perfect

[lumosatnight]

my year in fic - 2022

I was tagged by @the-francakes (x), @schmem14 (x), @broomsticks (x), and @danpuff-ao3 (x) for a fic roundup/2022 review/stats something or other, so I'm combining them all here.

2022 was definitely a year of fests. Fests fests fests fests!!! I joined and modded so many fests that I'm taking a month long break in January. But I also had SO MUCH FUN. Fests are addictive and there's a reason for that.

Alright, here we go. Let's start with some stats.

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Word Count: 151,378 (alas I did not make my goal of 200k but I'll take what I can get. That's still the length of a full length novel!)

Hits: 56,307

Number of Fics started and finished: 21 works (+ just as many double drabbles/microfics/minifics)

Number of WIPs started: um.... pass

Ships I wrote this year (not including background ships): um.... also pass. There's literally too many to list. I write so many ships it's hard to find a trend. But I guess I gotta answer.

Drarry (10), Wolfstar (4), Rarry (3), Parvender (3), Flintwood (3), Deamus (2), Linny (2), and Fred/George (2) eep

Favorite ship(s): Yo this is such a hard question. Idk EVERYTHING. Drarry, rare pairs, and femslash. That's my answer.

Least favorite ship(s): Fenrir ships. I just can't get into them, but also, I dare you to convince me.

AO3 Fic Writers/Artists/Creators/Readers who have inspired me and my writing this year: ohmygod sososososo many. I'd be so annoying if I tagged them all. Maybe I'll just pick a few

@broomsticks and @consistentsquash for their rec lists! AMAZING STELLAR PHENOMENAL. Jackie also leaves the absolute sweetest comments and Squash is the best hype person you will ever find. I strive to be more like Jackie and Squash.

@thistlecatfics, @bluesundaycake, @danpuff-ao3 for their wonderful characterization. The depth and grittiness to their fics floors me every time.

@the-francakes for her humorous writing and @vdoshu for their creativity. Seriously, you never know what Doshu is going to do next. Every one of Francake's fics makes me laugh.

@crazybutgood, @sugareey-makes-stuff, @anaxandria-writes, @digthewriter for their art. Every time I see their art, I just want to write and write and write because it's so inspiring. I also want to leave them a million and some kudos. Why won't AO3 let me live my best life 😭?

@schmem14, @articcat621, @paulamcg for their lovely comments and dedication to keep reading what I put out. I'm STILL surprised that people like my writing enough to keep coming back 😅

Everyone in the HP Saffics and Rare Pairs server who constantly bring up new ships and headcanons and I NEED TO WRITE THOSE RIGHT NOW. I love you all 💖

Now with stats out of the way, let's do a countdown of fics.

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5️⃣ Top 5 works I'm most proud of from 2022 (not necessarily my most popular)

Your Cigarette Smell [Sirius/Narcissa, E, 9.7k] — My fic for @hprarepairfest 2021! Which might be cheating a bit, but technically the fest ended in Jan of this year, and I love this fic so much that I really wanted to count it. But what could be better than Blackcest hate sex for the ages?

What is this, fucking Jeopardy? [Drarry, E, 20.5k] — Written for @hd-cluefest this year and an absolute blast! Cursed Draco and Curse-breaker Harry were a dream to write. This was my most popular fic from 2022!

Rosmerta's Special Brew [Andromeda/Rosmerta (but mostly gen), T, 6.0k] — My fic for @hpqueerfest that is a testament to queer joy and queer love. I love this fic with all my heart 💖

Call me baby (I'll be on the way) [Neville/Blaise, E, 6.3k] — Written for @hp-soulmates which I also modded 🙈. So much MISCOMMUNICATION and oblivious boys in love. Also filled with rare pairs galore!

Death and Undeath [Fred/George, E, 3.1k] — Written for @hpcestfest where I got to dip my toes into the Dead Dove scene. This is a fav of mine because I got to combine magic and science and wove it into George's desperation as he tries to bring Fred back to life.

4️⃣ Top 4 current WIPs that I'm most excited to release in 2023

Oh baby, here we go again. I'm SUPER excited for my fic for @dronarryfest 2023. I can't go into details because it's anon, but I am SO EXCITED.

I've started a longer Cissamione fic that I hope I get the chance to work on next year. Will it ever be published? We'll see.

Time travel Tomarry! I've read a lot of Tomarry but never really written it, so I'm trying it out for the first time.

Might finally continue my Drarry Squid Games-inspired fic. Maybe. Possibly.

3️⃣ Top 3 biggest improvements in my writing over the past year

Brevity: I think I'm finally getting the hang of cutting down scenes so I'm not info-dumping too much on the reader.

Confidence: I've definitely become more confident in my writing. I still wouldn't say I'm the best, but confident enough that I enjoy reading what I write.

Angst: I think I can write a fairly good angsty ficlet now. Fluff and smut, I might need to work on a bit more.

2️⃣ Top 2 resolutions (ways I wish to improve my writing/blog) for the new year

FINISH A LONGER WORK. I would love to actually finish something over 50k words and publish it chapter by chapter.

Cut back on fests (lol, yeah right) and make more room for myself. Be more mindful of my fandom limits and when to step back and take a break.

1️⃣ Number 1 favorite line I've written this year!

What if that was not the end?  Flip back to the beginning. Reink the quill. Rewrite the page.  Would that be enough to forget? Would that be enough to remember?

From White, the colour of flowers, my Drarry Hanahaki fic [M, 3.2k]. Lots of angst, multiple endings, and (un)requited love. I used this quote as a transition between sections, and it's still one of my favorites.

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Happy New Year! 💜💙💚💛🧡❤️

[buckets-and-trees]

haunting thoughts on Can't Be Forgotten

read it here: Can't Be Forgotten

Fandom: Harry Potter Characters/Pairings: Lily Luna Potter x Tom Riddle Word Count: 4.5k Content Warnings: nothing graphic but we’re summoning spirits so it's slightly dark

RECAP: When the fog is high on the Scottish fens, and the Veil between worlds is thin on Samhain night, it's the best time to summon the dead. By altering your course by one degree, you can end up somewhere you never intended to be. Lily, driven by a thirst for truth, slips into something no one would ever have dreamed she would do. “Most of the evil in this world is done by people with good intentions.” T.S. Eliot

Since I missed posting yesterday, double dose today.

I. Loved. This. Fic. I wrote it in 2016 and then I only updated it a bit when I decided to play with posting some HP fic last December. I was trying to pull together 8 days of fics for my December fic fest, and my brain was a little tired, but I also just wanted to see if there might be some people interested in reading HP fanfic.

It's the only HP Next Gen fic I wrote. I liked spinning who I thought Lily Luna Potter was/could be (I loathe 90% of everything Harry Potter and the Cursed Child - I literally do not consider it canon except for giving us Scorpius Malfoy). I liked her unique identity being the third child of Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley, the youngest of all those Potter and Weasley kids who had famous war hero parents.

I loved giving her this obsession with trying to find out more about the war.

I loved letting obsession lead her into places she shouldn't have been.

I loved it getting her to Tom Riddle and being so driven to get what she wanted that she summoned someone from the dead. And the daughter of Harry Potter now being bound to a soft!dark Tom Riddle? Yes please! And I never really intended to write more for this, I just liked leaving readers there with the predicament of the possibilities there - does she become corrupted, does she keep this Tom from doing the things Voldemort did, what does he do learning everything about the past of his alternate self?

And honestly I also really liked the conversation between her and her grandfather Arthur Weasley. I felt like it was believable - that it was authentic between grandfather and granddaughter and him not trying to shut her down by not talking about the war but being honest about the fact that it was just hard to talk about and that they didn't want to (all of them for very different reason) and also the fact that none of those family members knew everything about what happened during the war because they were at the eye of the storm but it's like the whole thing was a massive hurricane, they only knew the limited pieces of what they knew.

Anyway.

Even now, I don't have plans to write more for this, but I just wanted to pull it out, blow the dust off of it, and share it with people since I had less than 100 followers when I posted it to this account and there are nearly 1200 more people I could share it with if it tickled anyone's fancy.

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[inthenameofallthingsholy]

🩷𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜🩷

Hi i’m Speedy, pronouns She/Her, and I write blurbs and one shots. Send me requests for fanfic and I’ll write away! My fandoms and my criteria for each fandom such as ships below the cut. This criteria is just because if you have a ship I’m not good at or don’t like, you deserve a better fic than what I produce

Marvel- Mostly movies but I can do some shows like Daredevil and Agents of shield (if AOS no DaisyxPhill or Simmons or Fitz x someone other than each other). There are a ton of ships for this fandom, so just ask and i’ll tell you wether i ship or not, no judgement given to you :)

DCAU- Justice League and Justice League unlimited only please, and I specialize in Wonderbat but I can do other ships like Hawklantern or Green Canary.

Star Wars- I mostly do LeiaxHan but I will write others like Anidala, Damerey, etc. I just don’t do Reylo.

Star Trek- I mostly do Next Gen, Voyager, and Enterprise.

Hamilton- mostly specialize in Lams, Leggy, or Hamliza, but I can dabble into other ships

SandersSides: I’m not good at writing Roman and Virgil with people other than each other but Logan, Patton, Janus, and Remus I can mix and match the coupling.

Glee: So many people change partners in this show I can pretty much mix and match any too characters (except Kurt and Blaine i’m not good at writing them w/other people)

She-Ra: The canon couples or the implied canon couples (Catradora, Glimbow, Scorfuma, etc)

Owl House: Raeda, Huntlow, Lumity. That is my entire range, it��s embarrassing Ik. I can dabble in side character ships though such as VineyxEmira

HP Marauders: Wolfstar, Jily, or DorcasxMarlene. I don’t do Jegulus or Marlily, i’m sorry.

HP Golden Trio Era: Anything except pedophilia, that is how low the bar is lol.

Amphibia: Sashanne, Marcanne, and everything in between

Stranger Things: Mileven, I can do Byler even though I think Will deserves better, Mucas, Jancy, Stancy, Ronance, Steddie, DustinxSuzie, Jopper, and EddiexChrissy

Lockwood and Co: Lockwood and Lucy yk

Bridgerton: mostly x readers, but also Kanthony

Helluva Boss: M&M and Stolitz

Suits: I do Harvey x Donna and Mike x Rachel.

The Rookie: I do Chenford

Chuck: Chuck x Sarah, Morgan x Alex

Supernatural: !Destiel!, Saileen, Deanxreader, Samxreader, and i dabble in Samwena. I DO NOT do Samifer or Wincest.

I probably forgot some so if there is a fandom you’d like to ask me about, go ahead!

[serenaew]

Serena's Masterlists: HP: other ships and gen

Last updated 28/12/23

Overview

Other Ships:

Restoreth my soul (M, Bellatrix Lestrange/Alice Longbottom, complete)

[Filk] Nocturne (G, Snape x Reader, complete)

Gen:

Secret Passage (T, Severus Snape, complete)

Sectum Princeps (Dolorissimum) (M, Severus Snape, complete)

Highway to Hell (T, Severus Snape, complete)

Whoso list to hunt (T, Aberforth Dumbledore & Severus Snape, complete)

Peeving Whistles (G, F&G Weasley, Peeves, complete)

Lavender's Blue, Lavender's Green (T, Neville Longbottom & Albus Severus Potter, complete)

(And I Will Try To) Fix You (T, OC, complete)

The Art of Fugue (T, no character, complete)

[Filk] Embers and Soot (G, no characters, complete)

Assorted poetry:

A magic of its own (T, WIP: 2/?)

Details under the cut!

Details

Other ships:

Restoreth my soul (M, Bellatrix Lestrange/Alice Longbottom, complete)

Summary: You leava me no choice. Additional Tags/Warnings: Marauders Era, dark, torture, implied abuse, reference to Psalm 23

[Filk] Nocturne (G, Snape x OC, complete)

Summary: Flute solo filk (fanmusic), written for EtherealTrail's Snape x Reader fic Remedial Venom. Additional Tags/Warnings: flute solo, original music, Romanticism, Impressionism, Dark Academia

Gen:

Secret Passage (T, Severus Snape, complete)

Summary: The origins of the secret passage from the Room of Requirement to the Hog's Head. Additional Tags/Warnings: Canon Compliant - Deathly Hallows, Secret passages (Hogwarts), Headmaster Severus Snape, Cruciatus Curse

Sectum Princeps (Dolorissimum) (M, Severus Snape, complete)

Summary: The first cut hurts the most. - A canon-compliant-ish fic about how Sectumsempra came to be. Additional Tags/Warnings: bullying, domestic violence, Dark, Anger, Teenage Severus Snape, Character Study

Highway to Hell (T, Severus Snape, complete)

Summary: Severus hesitated before taking the last step to the Astronomy Tower. Additional Tags/Warnings: Double drabble, Battle of the Astronomy Tower, Canon Compliant

Whoso list to hunt (T, Aberforth Dumbledore & Severus Snape, complete)

Summary: Those on the hunt should never judge an inn by its looks. The pre-prequel to my Unspeakable Mysteries series, can be read as a standalone. Additional Tags / Warnings: Hog's Head Inn, Unspeakable Aberforth Dumbledore, Unspeakable Recruit Severus Snape, Good Severus Snape, Pre-Canon

Peeving Whistles (G, F&G Weasley, Peeves, complete)

Summary: Of portable swamps and whistling poltergeists. Additional Tags/Warnings: Book 5, Drabble

Lavender's Blue, Lavender's Green (T, Neville Longbottom & Albus Severus Potter, complete)

Summary: Albus Potter finds himself stuck on one of his Potions assignments, so he seeks his godfather Neville Longbottom's help. Additional Tags/Warnings: HP epilogue compliant, Potion technobabble, inspired by real-life frustrations, Herbology Professor Neville Longbottom, Slytherin Albus Severus Potter, text fic

(And I Will Try To) Fix You (T, OC, complete)

Summary: You remember fables from the olden times saying good old Muggle "Spellotape" can fix things magic can not. Additional Tags/Warnings: Drabble, POV 2nd Person, Hurt no Comfort, Song: Fix You (Coldplay), inspired by Peformance Art

The Art of Fugue (T, no character, complete)

Summary: The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure. Thoughts are not etched on the inside of skulls, to be perused by any invader. The mind is a complex and many-layered thing, Potter — […] Only those skilled at Occlumency are able to shut down those feelings and memories that contradict the lie. — Severus Snape, in Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix OR: What happens when the author hears double at the word "fugue", and is being challenged to write a poem. Additional Tags/Warnings: Poetry, Occlumency, Fugue, both dissociative Amnesia, and baroque music, Music Theory, inspired by: The Art of Fugue (J.S. Bach)

[Filk] Embers and Soot (G, no characters, complete)

Summary: An a cappella mashup song of Chim Chim Cheree (Mary Poppins) x Once upon a December (Anastasia) x In Noctem (Harry Potter). Additional Tags/Warnings: Filk, mashup, a cappella, original arrangement

Assorted poetry:

A magic of its own (T, WIP: 2/?)

[hogwartseighthyear]

I saw your earlier post about Drarry and yours tags for it, and I was wondering; do you happen to have any recommendations for HP blogs to follow? Especially reader-insert fanfiction kinda blogs because it actually feels very dead to me, and I don't know how Tumblr's search function does things, but it's like there's never been an active community on here when I search because very little comes up. I only found your blog by typing in "tumblr Neville Longbottom x reader" into google, otherwise, I probably would have never found it! Is it just Drarry that's alive and kicking or does Tumblr just hate me? 😭

oh man to be honest i only follow a couple harry potter blogs and none of them are active reader-insert authors 😭 SORRY

i mostly just look through the latest character and "character x reader" tags when i'm on tumblr, and sometimes i'll hop around different hp blogs i find in the notes on certain posts. things are definitely slow-moving in the reader-insert corner of the hp fandom, but to be fair that seems to be the case in most fandoms. ship content is much more popular. drarry is always popping off, and even though i personally have no interest in the marauders, i know they have a huge following. i've also recently started peeking through some of the gen fics on ao3, which there's a lot of. so yeah, the hp fandom is alive and well, but us reader-insert enjoyers kind of tend to get the short end of the stick 💔

[mister-tom-a-dildo-lover]

I only saw this today, so sorry for the wait.

how many works do you have on ao3? 312 under Watermelonsmellinfellon.

what's your total ao3 word count? 4,725,318 Words.

what fandoms do you write for? Hannibal, HP, Sherlock, YOI, MDZS, SVSSS, Naruto, InuYasha, Twilight, Marvel, etc...

top five fics by kudos: Strive - Tomarry, Harry Potter: Master of Malicious Compliance - Gen, Moments In Time - Tomarry, Matchmaker, Matchmaker - Tomarry, and You Get What You Give - fem!Harry Tomarry.

do you respond to comments? Not unless the person makes an assumption that NEEDS to be nipped in the bud. Too many times, do people assume things and then attack ME because their idea didn't come to fruition. Other times it's to answer questions, but I don't have it in me to respond to every single person.

what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? It's a Hannigram oneshot about Will Graham actually killing Freddie Lounds but Mizumono still happening the same way and him thinking Hannibal betrayed him and Hannibal has to learn the harsh truth he can never make up for and will always regret.

what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? A YOI fic where Yuuri is Deaf.

do you get hate on fics? All the time. I get accused of 'making things too woke' of being an 'n-word' of 'wishing I was white' or 'having shitty writing' of 'being fucking useless' of being a 'misogynist' cuz I dare to have women who do and say bad things to people, of 'homophobia' because I wrote an internet troll calling someone a faggot and then getting dragged for filth by other people. I get at least 1 hate comment a day.

do you write smut? Sometimes. It's difficult because I'm not into that at all. I have no experience or interest, so getting in the mood to write smut is hard af. I know the words and phrases people like, but despite being told I write some steamy shit, I feel nothing at all and don't see the appeal to the words I write.

craziest crossover? Probably my HP x Vampire Knight fic. OR my Hannibal x Twilight fic. OR my HP x The Boy fic. OR my Hannibal x I Am Legend fic. I get weird ideas ngl.

have you ever had a fic stolen? All the fucking time. Every 3 months, I have a tradition where I check back on Wattpad and sweep up and down to find all the new people stealing my Harrymort/Tomarry fics ad literally claiming them as their own! And it's like clockwork. It's a lot of effort having to report them over and over for the same thing.

have you ever had a fic translated? No.

have you ever co-written a fic before? Somewhat in that a friend wrote a fic based on a personal story of mine and my mom's and then had us both in the document to beta the work, and she listed us as cowriters.

all-time favorite ship? Harrymort and Tomarry. Followed soon after by Sasunaru. Whenever Taylor Swift releases new music, my first thought it always how I can apply the new songs to these ships.

what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? My HP x Naruto fic, Can Your Friends Do This? cuz it's hard getting in the mood for Naruto these days when it feels like the canon story has been ruined beyond repair.

what are your writing strengths? Introspection, Depression, Angst, and Fluff.

what are your writing weaknesses? Details. I often forget to pad out the between stuff so it's not just paragraphs of introspection and then dialogue with no indication of who is speaking. It's been years and I still do this. Whenever I edit a chapter, it'll end up about 1,000 words longer than it originally was when I finished writing the first draft.

thoughts on dialogue in another language? It's more immersive imo. The moment the story departs from the language you are reading it in... showing that is good. It's a general rule that anime fics are treated as a book translated into English while the characters are STILL technically using Japanese idioms and phrases in the story despite how the words are English to the reader. If the OC-as-Naruto started speaking French out of nowhere, that should be shown. Because the characters of the Naruto story are speaking Japanese because they live in a society inspired by Japanese culture, and French is not a language expected out of characters speaking Japanese to each other.

favorite fic you've written? Harry Potter: Master of Malicious Compliance. I wrote it in 6 days and then took 6 more days to edit it and then posted it as a Christmas gift years back. I documented the process on Tumblr and people's reactions made it even better.

I can't think of anyone to tag rn but here's my answers.

20 Questions (for fanfic writers)

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

3. what fandoms do you write for?

4. top five fics by kudos:

5. do you respond to comments?

6. what is the fic your wrote with the angstiest ending?

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

8. do you get hate on fics?

9. do you write smut?

10. craziest crossover?

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

14. all time favorite ship?

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

16. what are your writing strengths?

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language?

20. favorite fic you've written?

Tagging: @laserswordtraining @00queasy00 @cindle-writes @ciacconne @i-dream-of-libraries @theonceandfuturequeenoftarts @youknowmevj @mister-tom-a-dildo-lover @imsiriuslyreading

[fanficimagery]

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."

[rainydayathogwarts]

My Wattpad :)

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 :))

[dcyllom]

okay this is mostly ao3 stuff because it's the only site i can stand navigating, and a lot of oc stuff because i like how it opens up the interpretations of characters and various worlds, sorry if you don't like these fandoms:

Poppy Jacobs and the Last Year of Innocence (HP, Charlie Weasley/OC).

We Stand Alone Together (BoB, male OC gen fic).

A Vow Without Honour (GOT, Jaime Lannister/OC, impeccable writing made me cry).

God Child Soldier (HotD, Jacaerys Velaryon/OC, she's his sworn knight).

Cruel Intentions (Ceryse Hightower isekai SI x Maegor Targaryen).

A Common Grief (Rhaenyra Targaryen isekai SI).

Mistress Healer (LOTR late second age, Glorfindel/OC).

Run the Gauntlet (BoB fem OC gen fic, incredible).

Missed Connections (DC, Batman/reader -- fantastic, she's a forensic medical examiner investigating unique mysterious deaths in Gotham it's great, part of a series as well).

Home With the Fairies (MGiME, Boromir/OC, realistic and very good, no mary sue).

The Spirit of the Corps (BoB, Floyd Talbert/OC, nurse character)

A New Mode of Living (BoB, Speirs/Lipton, one of the best things I've ever read).

Champion (HP, Viktor Krum/OC, she becomes Triwizard champion instead of Cedric, fantastic fully fleshed OC).

Here, Where Fire Grows (MGiME, amnesia and tenth walker, Boromir/OC, soooo good and complex slow burn relationship).

We'll Meet Again (BoB, Ronald Speirs/OC, first BoB fic I read and an all time favourite it's SO good).

Warbonds (BoB, fem OC gen fic, AMAZING!!).

Under the Banner (BoB, fem OCs, they're russian!! so detailed and you can tell so much love and research went into it).

Just Come Home (BoB, Ronald Speirs/OC, personal favourite and gut wrenching, i love it).

The Hematic (LOTR first age, Glorfindel/OC but not for the weak this is a pyschological and body horror work and is fantastic but disturbing).

also so many others but this is getting a bit long and I've realised I may read a few too many OC fics, oh well.

guys what are your favorite fics of all time. fandom/pairing up to you. i have GOT to experience something good.

[maraudersmap]

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

My main is: @stinkystark

[niftynifflerfics]

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.

[hopstepflyzine]

Tanju ( Twitter ) 

Head / Graphics + Art / Shipping

About: Hello, I'm Tanju!! I'm a digital art hobbyist. My biggest fatal flaw is that I always forget to draw people’s eyebrows.

Experience: This is actually my first zine I'm modding!! However, I urge for you to not have any doubts or concerns regarding the work I'm willing to put into this zine!! I'll work as hard as I can for HSF!! to have a successful launch and landing!!

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Finance Mod

About: I'm really excited for this zine and can't wait to see all the incredible content for it! Hawks and Miruko are such a fun duo, and they definitely deserve the love this zine is sure to give them ❤️

Experience: 

Head Mod: Quirks & Quidditch: A Harry Potter/BNHA Zine (Communications/Finance/Social Media)

Guest: A Winter Dawn, Rabbit, Rabbit: A Miruko Zine, Pro Hero Academia, Metamophos: A Dabihawks AU Zine, Less Than Legal: A Vigilantes Zine (and HSF lol)

Contributor: BNHA Eras Zine, Heroes Ever After, Bloody Sugar: A Toga Himiko Zine, [Redacted] Dabihawks Zine, Happy Hour: A Pro Heroes Zine, Liberation Zine, BNHA Phoenix Zine, Quirks and Quidditch 

Other zine experience: 

Beta reader and Tumblr coordinator for [Redacted] Zine / PayPal coordinator for Strings of Time Zine

Michi ( Twitter / Tumblr  )

Layout + Graphics Mod

About: heyo i'm michi! email coder/grad student by day, perpetually tired creaky bone cryptid by night. 

Experience: 

Current Mod for: Beneath The Same Stars: A Wayfinder Trio Zine (format/layout) / Ex Astris Scentia: A Star Trek Zine (format/layout) / Kingdom Heals (art/format) / Lillies In Bloom: A BNHA WLW Anthology (format/layout) / Fell Star: A Byleth Eisner zine (graphics mod) / A Brighter Light: a Ventus zine (consultant) / Mists of Fodlan Zine (consultant).

Previous Mod Experience: Bookends: A Cherik Zine (2019, general/format) / Moon Shine Down: A Saix Zine (2019, format mod) / In Time's Flow: A Fire Emblem Fan Project (2020,booklet/cover design and format)

Contributor for:

( 2020 ) Happy Endings: A Banana Fish Zine / Parallex: A Banana Fish Sci-Fi Zine White Heron Cup: A Fire Emblem Zine / Fight Another Day: A Fire Emblem Three Houses Zine / Voices From Mars; A Carole + Tuesday Zine / Cosmic Vows: a LeaIsa Wedding zine / Sunrise With You: A Edelegard/Byleth Fire Emblem Wedding zine / A Glass of Fodlan: a Fire Emblem Three Houses Cocktail zine / Blossom: A Hilda Goneril Fire Emblem Three Houses zine / Garden of Shadows: A Kingdom Hearts Lost Trio zine / Re:Complete Kingdom Hearts Sea Salt Trio zine / Time After Time: An 80s WLW Anthology / Sylvix Bigbang 2020 / The ColleXion: X-Men Trading Card Project

( 2019 ) BOOKENDS: A Cherik Zine / Spooky & Spice Zine / BNHA Tarot Project / Devilman Tarot Project / LAST LINE OF DEFENSE: A Newt/Hermann zine / LILIES ANTHOLOGY: volumes 6-8

( 2018 ) Giant Size X-men Zine / ETERNAL RIVALS! Kakashi/Gai Zine / SMASH HIT: BNHA zine / Gays In Space: Star Wars zine / LILIES ANTHOLOGY: volume 4

( 2016 ) Fury Road Fanzine 

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Writing/Beta Mod 

About: I love being involved in the BNHA community and meeting fellow creators. Working with and supporting fellow fans is the best feeling, so I am beyond excited to be a part of this project. When I'm not writing or obsessing over zines, I'm usually binge-reading BNHA & Naruto fics on AO3, drinking too much tea, or playing video games. 

Experience:  Writing & Beta Liaison: Bloody Sugar: A Himiko Toga Zine 

Guest Writer: The Ties That Bind Us: A BNHA Gen Zine / Boku No Style: A BNHA Fashion Zine 

Writer: Eri and Friends / Force of Nature: A Bakugou Katsuki Zine / Threads: A Tododeku Serendipity Zine / Love Grows (And So Do We): An Erasermight Zine / Liberation: A Paranormal Liberation Front Zine / Ai No Yuri: A BNHA WLW Zine / Bloody Sugar: A Himiko Toga Zine / Plum Tea: A Tsuchako Zine / Pro Hero Academia, Quirk no Jutsu: Naruto x BNHA Zine / Quirks and Quidditch: A BNHA HP Zine / Metamorphos: A Dabihawks AU Zine

By day, I work in Marketing, and also by day, I’m a moderator for a Dabihawks server with over 400 lovely hooligans and the owner of a small but cozy Togachako server. I also have experience moderating events: mini bangs, exchanges, theme weeks. 

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Logistics / Production Mod 

About: Hello~ I'm a writer in my free time and mod a few zines as well. I've recently rekindled my love for BNHA and I'm looking forward to seeing everyone's work~~

Experience: Mod experience: Cellular Level (Finance Mod) / My Youkai Parade (Mod Intern) / Double Black (Finance+Shipping Mod) / Force of Nature (Finance Mod) / Crossfire (Finance Mod) / Greek Mythology zine (Finance Mod) / My Heroes of Olympus (Production Mod) / Ground Zero: Foundations of a Hero (Editor) / Symbol of Fear (Shipping Mod)

Jason ( Twitter )

Intern 

About: Dental student who probably spends too much time loving Hawks. Excited to see everyone come together for our chaotic furry duo! 

Experience: Writer for: Breakaway Hawks zine /  Pro Hero Academia zine / My Heroes of Olympus zine / They Loved Each Other R76 zine

Momo ( Twitter / AO3  )

Intern

About: Hi everyone, my name's Momo! I'm a fic writer who's pretty new to the zine space, but I'm excited to be here and learn about the process!  I love Hawks and Mirko's friendship and I can't wait to see what everyone will create!

Experience: Subzero Big Bang (SNS Mod)

We have an absolutely wonderful and dedicated team on board, and we will work hard in order to ensure that Hop, Step, Fly!! is a great success!!

Please look forward to the creation of Hop, Step, Fly!! 

[chewymoustachio]

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)

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[fallen-imagine-angel]

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.

[just-another-busy-fangirl-writes]

Other/General Masterlist

Pants - Crowley x Reader - fluff Bite the Bag - Ash/Jo/Pam - One shot, smut Yes, Mistress - Bela/Sarah/Sam - One shot, smut Delicious - Jo/Meg/Pam - One Shot, Smut Through the Wall - Benny/Gadreel - One Shot, smut More - Meg x Ruby - One Shot, smut Beg, Sugar - Benny x Jody - One Shot, smut Let Me Show You? - Balthazar x Meg - One Shot, smut Do Not Fret - Gadreel x Samandriel - One Shot, smut Absence - Lucifer x Reader - One Shot, ABO, general Need Your Knot - John x Reader - One Shot, ABO, smut Anticipation - Ruby x Reader - Ficlet, ABO, smut Slaughterhouse-Five - John x Mary - One Shot, ABO, fluff Little One - Bela x Reader, ABO, smut So Many Questions - Mermaid!Claire, Fisherman!Sam, general Something to Match - Charlie x Reader, fluff Lost in Writing - Chuck x Reader, fluff Forty, Daddy - Crowley x Reader drabble, smut Playing Pretend - Jo/Meg, fluff Fallen From Grace - Adam/Samandriel, ABO, fluff

Wayward Ladies

Wayward - Krissy x Claire x Alex Heaven - Charlie x Claire x Jess The Dewey Decimal System - Claire x Kaia, One Shot, fluff Visitors - One Shot, ABO Compromise - Claire x Kaia, One Shot, fluff I Already Know - Patience x Alex x Kaia Something Cool Sixteenth Floor So Dreamy Night and Day - Claire & Alex Come Here Often? - Jody x Donna x Reader Relax - Alex x Patience Switched - Alex and Claire Embarrassed - Jody x Donna A Night Out - Jody x Donna x Reader, smut Feel Good - Claire x Kaia, smut Stiff - Jody x Donna, smut Too Late to Go Back - angst Stable Girl - Claire x Kaia, angst Instantaneous Draw - Jody x Donna Torn Apart - angst Bruised - angst Zetus Lapetus - Claire x Kaia x Proto Zoa crackfic Old Bread - Claire, Kaia, Patience fluff Realizing - Ellen x Mary x John, gen/implied smut Actually...Relieved - Claire x Patience, flangst

Gabriel x Reader

Yes Ma’am - One Shot, smut Power Shift - One Shot, ABO, smut The Decision - One Shot, smut Couple’s Costume - Drabble, smut

General - no pairing

Music Drabble Rejected - One Shot Panic - One Shot Pimpmobile - TFW One Shot for @chelsea072498 and @frenchybell Sort Out Your Priorities - HP quote fic for @whispersandwhiskerburn New Year’s Wish - One Shot, Holiday (human!impala) Winchester Construction - drabble, Holiday The Truth About Eggnog - One Shot, Holiday IL-LE-GAL - Drabble The Estate - One Shot, for @iwantthedean Attic - One Shot Special - One Shot Run - One Shot Too Good for This - One Shot, angst Four Angels and A Baby - Drabble Left - Sister!Reader Revenge - Drabble Shelter - One Shot Waking - One Shot Pedal to the Metal - One Shot Twisted - One Shot Pulse - One Shot