#rose x frank

[the-great-anteater]

we got almost none of Frank - Rose dynamic so I just imagine it's something like this

[candledel]

care.

I think due to his difficult relationship with her father, Frank was initially hesitant to trust Rose, but she was always there when he needed it.

(P.S. imho Rose has a specific style of expressing support)

[silverflameataraxia]

This

Is Not This

And This

Is Most Certainly Not This

Diminishing Karen's importance in Frank's life because he also saved Madani is utterly ridiculous. Frank's reactions in those two scenes are not the same.

[captain-dallas]

dirty wishes, sloppy kisses | the punisher | frank castle x fem!oc

initially posted on my ao3

mdni banner by @/cafekitsune

cw: crying, dacryphilia, oral sex (male receiving), frank castle dirty talk, cum swallowing

Tears drip down Cherie’s face, staining her cheeks wet as Frank pushes his cock further down her throat. They mingle with the saliva that slips from her mouth, her lips split wide open to accommodate the way Frank is insistently feeding her the length of his cock, soft gagging noises leaving Cherie’s throat as he reaches as far as he can go without causing her too much discomfort.

Frank’s chest heaves a little as he looks down at her, one hand fisted in her usually pristinely styled hair that he’s using to drag her head back and forth along his cock.

His eyes linger on the way that the mess of salty tears and spit has ruined her makeup - lipstick smeared across her cheeks and chin, tracks in her foundation where she has been crying - and it just makes his cock throb harder, the sight of his girl like this all messy and ruined just for him.

Cherie swallows, trying to clear the saliva and precum in her mouth, and Frank groans loudly, fingers tightening in her hair, drawing a whine from her throat. “Look so fuckin’ good for me, baby,” he praises her, “like a messy little whore. My messy little whore.”

The praise combined with the degradation always gets Cherie a little heated and she moans the best she can with her mouth full of Frank’s cock, causing more spit to escape her lips. It dribbles down her chin and onto her exposed chest, the flesh of her tits covered in a mix of drool and precum from where he’d slid his cock between them earlier before getting it between her lips.

She looks up at Frank with wet eyes, tears still steadily leaking from the corners and over the heated skin of her cheeks. Her expression is pleading, full of a begging need for more than just the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth but Frank ignores it.

They both know she’ll get hers after he’s done, that he’ll spend time worshipping her body after this, but right now he needs this; needs something rough and dirty.

He brings a hand up to her cheek, the other still tugging at her hair, and cradles it roughly, his thumb swiping through the tears there.

“Always did think you looked pretty when you cried,” he confesses, voice low and husky. Cherie makes a sound of protest and Frank gives her a crooked grin, “Yeah, yeah, I always think you look pretty but you look extra pretty like this, baby girl.”

That seems to satisfy Cherie, who relaxes and lets herself go a little more slack, letting Frank continue to manipulate her however he wants to. The hand in her hair drags her mouth along his cock over and over again, and she obediently hollows her cheeks and runs her tongue along him, licking along his shaft as it moves between her lips. Frank’s other hand stays on her cheek the whole time, and he delights in the way she leans into it like a cat.

It doesn’t take long for Frank to get to the point where he knows he’s about to come, and he taps Cherie’s cheek to get her attention. Her eyes flick up to meet his, a question in them. “Gonna come, baby,” he tells her. “You okay with it in your mouth?”

Cherie nods the best she can and Frank grins, “That’s my good girl, knew you’d say yes.” He resumes dragging her mouth on his cock until he shudders and pulls her face flush against his crotch, nose half-crushed against his pelvis.

With a grunt, Frank comes down her throat, holding her in place until he’s finished. Only then does he let go of Cherie’s hair and she pulls away with a cough, eyes watery and cheeks red as she breathes deeply, trying to get some more air back into her lungs.

Frank bends down and scoops her up into his arms, causing her to giggle and cling to him. He presses an affectionate kiss to the top of her head and carries her over to their bed, depositing her gently before leaning down and kissing the tip of her nose. “Gimme like ten minutes to recover and then it’s your turn,” he grins at her.

[ace-of-garlic-breads]

thanks to @yendts I've been dragged back into this fandom and resurrected this au. (basically just my vers of these characters)

the Picrew I used

and I think it's no question that I absolutely do NOT SUPPORT JKR. duh.

feel free to ask about this au, I may also draw them at some point, idk lol

[logolepsy-babble]

Marauders in the Riordanverse

(I’m bored and I randomly thought what if they were in the Riordanverse?)

Camp Half-Blood

Cabin 1 - Zeus

- Emmeline Vance

- Aurora Sinistra (adopted by Hera)

Cabin 4 - Demeter

- Frank Longbottom

Cabin 5 - Ares

- Edgar Bones

- Amelia Bones

- Kingsley Shacklebolt

- Ludo Bagman

Cabin 6 - Athena

- Regulus Black

- Sirius Black

- Rita Skeeter

- Lucinda Talkalot

Cabin 7 - Apollo (Greek)

- Poppy Pompfrey

Cabin 8 - Artemis (Hunters)

- Marlene McKinnon (quit)

- Alice Fortescue

Cabin 9 - Hephaestus

- James Potter

- Arthur Weasley

- Pandora Rosier

Cabin 10 - Aphrodite

- Bertha Jorkins

- Zara Zambini

Cabin 11 - Hermes

- Peter Pettigrew

- Gideon Prewett

- Fabian Prewett

- Molly Prewett

Cabin 12 - Dionysus

- Rose Rosmerta

Cabin 15 - Hypnos

- Xenophilius Lovegood

Cabin 16 - Nemesis

- (arguably) Dorcas Meadowes

- Quirinus Quirrel

Cabin 17 - Nike

- Hestia Jones

Cabin 18 - Hebe

- Rubeus Hagrid

- Charity Burbage

Cabin 19 - Tyche

- Elphias Doge

Cabin 20 - Hecate

- Sybill Trelewaney

Camp Jupiter

Children of Neptune

- Amos Diggory

Children of Bacchus

- Florence Greengrass

- Severus Snape

Children of Mars

- Dedalus Diggle

- Bellatrix Black

- Narcissa Black

Children of Minerva

- Minerva McGonagall

Children of Bellona

- Albus Dumbledore

- Emma Vanity

Legacy

- Aberforth Dumbledore

Descendant of Hercules

- Lily Evans

Children of Apollo (Roman)

- Remus Lupin

- Septima Vector

Magicians

- Dorcas Meadowes

- Marlene McKinnon

- Benjy Fenwick

- Sturgis Podmore

- Caradoc Dearborn

- Mary Macdonald

Norse (but not dead)

- Lucius Malfoy (son of Víðarr)

- Tom Riddle/Voldemort (son of Loki)

Vallhalla

- Alastor Moody

- Barty Crouch Jr (son of Tyr)

- Evan Rosier (son of Hel)

[amazonykamiaba]

Just created a Michael Emerson tier list 🚶‍♀️

(I know there's plenty more characters but I ranked just the ones I have watched :))

[nikkisixxsmissingpick]

I think is time to make a proper presentation

Hello! You can call me Clara and I'm a avid reader/writer (even tho I don't post it anywhere really)

I'm 19, bisexual, demigirl and Brazilian so you'll have to forgive me if I mess up with the English

I'm also autistic, I think is important to point that out

I was born in the 2000's but my main focus is the 80's and 90's (but I also like the pop punk culture of the 2000's)

Who I write for

✧.*Steven Adler!!!

✧.*Axl Rose

✧.*Duff Mckagan (with some difficulty)

✧.*Izzy Stradlin

✧.*Kirk Hammett!!!

✧.*Lars Ulrich

✧.*James Hetfield (also with difficulty)

✧.*Jason Newsted!!!

✧.*Tommy Lee

✧.*Nikki Sixx

✧.*Brian May!!!

✧.*Roger Taylor

✧.*John Deacon

✧.*Sebastian Bach

✧.*Jon Bon Jovi

✧.*Richie Sambora

✧.*Gerard Way!!!

✧.*Frank Iero

✧.*Eddie Munson!!!

✧.*Rodrick Heffley!!!

What I won't write

✧.*sub!reader (sfw AND nsfw)

✧.*Male reader (I'm sorry but I'm AFAB and I don't feel like I would do it right😭😭😭)

✧.*The basic not doing list (pedophilia, incest, CNC, rape, etc.)

✧.*Cheating or allusions to cheating

✧.*Way too big age gaps (like a 30 year age gap)

Requests are: OPEN

[jtargaryen18]

The House of Shadowed Roses ~ Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

Words: 3k

Pairing: Edward (Loosely based off a “A Different Man”) x Live-in Companion Reader M/F

You're a vet-med student taking a gap year to work in a local animal hospital. When the very old apartment building you've been living in is condemned, you have to find another place to live fast. You find a beautiful mansion where the owner, a man with an unfortunate disfiguring condition, says you can live if you agree to run errands for him on occasion. There's a hot handyman who also lives there who doesn't seem to like you, but Edward couldn't be nicer. It's just too good to be true.

What's the old saying? If it's too good to be true, it usually is...

Disclaimer: The author of this work claims no ownership of characters aside from the reader, and original secondary characters mentioned. This work is not intended for those under the age of 18 due to explicit sexual content and darker themes. By reading this work or any works on my blog (jtargaryen18), you agree that you are at least 18 years of age. I do not consent to have my work hosted on any third party app or site.

"White demon, where's your selfish kiss? White demon sorrow will arrange Let's not forget about the fear Black invitation to this place that cannot change While strangely holy, come for a rain Darling" - A White Demon Love Song, The Killers

As you suspected, Edward's home was a sight by the light of day. The stunning white mansion, its pristine walls glowing softly in the sunlight, stood proudly in the center of a sprawling, perfectly manicured lawn. The lush green grass was so uniform and so well maintained that it looked almost like velvet. Surrounding the house were elegant flower beds, bursting with color - roses, hydrangeas, and tulips arranged in perfect harmony, a vibrant contrast to the mansion's crisp white facade.

Strategically placed among the winding stone pathways were intricately shaped topiaries, each sculpted in artful designs, some shaped like spiraling towers, others like playful animals. The scent of fresh blooms fills the air while the towering oak trees at the edge of the property provided a sense of quiet privacy. Looking around, you didn't see any other homes, even off in the distance.

Your heart swelled with hope in your chest as you took in the combination of white mansion, colorful flower beds, and perfectly-formed topiaries that evoked a sense of elegance and timeless beauty. This was your home now and it was a massive upgrade from the sad, now condemned building you just moved out of it. Edward's home, honestly, looked like paradise.

"Can I help you?" 

The sound of that deep voice had you turning to find a tall, handsome man with a strong, muscular build that hinted at years of hands-on work. His short sandy hair was slightly tousled, perfectly complementing the well-groomed beard that added a rugged charm to his appearance. What truly stood out to you where his striking blue eyes, the kind that caught the light and held depths of both intensity and warmth. They reminded you of a clear sky on an autumn day. His fitted gray T-shirt clung to his muscular chest and arms, his worn jeans and work boots had a couple of greasy smudges. The toolbelt slung low on his hips completed the look, made you realize that he was a worker here. The man stood there eyeing you too, carrying the confidence of a man who was good at what he did. 

Edward hadn't mentioned anyone else. 

"Hi there," you said, giving him your name. You held out a hand but he just crossed his muscular arms across the wide expanse of his chest. Awkwardly, you pulled your hand back. Apparently, Edward hadn't mentioned you to him either.

"Can I help you?" he repeated.

"I'm the new tenant," you explained. "I met with Edward about the rooms this week and we agreed I'd move in this weekend."

He rolled his eyes. "Of course he did." You thought he muttered "fuck" beneath his breath.

You weren't sure what this was about. Maybe it didn't even have anything to do with you personally. But his low-key animosity threw cold water on your excitement about moving into your new home.

"I don't expect you to help," you said, in case that made any difference. "He said I didn't need to call and I could move in this weekend... I don't mean to be a bother."

Still looking put out, he marched off in the direction of the house. No welcome. No 'please, let me show you around.' Nothing. 

What were you supposed to do? Call Edward to let him know you were there? You didn't know who the handsome bastard that walked away was - he did have a nice ass. But was he about to mess up your arrangement here? If this fell through, you had nowhere else to go.

You stood by your SUV like an idiot in the long elegant drive in front of the house. Did you start moving stuff in? Should you drive back to your current apartment - you only had two days left there - and try to call Edward, speak to him about it.

The man you'd just talked to slammed his way through the front door of the mansion. You'd seen no sign of Edward. Nerves were starting to get the best of you. You were just about to climb back into your car when the front door opened and Edward stepped out onto his front porch, calling your name. Hoping this meant good news, you walked around your vehicle to join him on the porch. His condition made it hard to read his expressions, but you were hoping he'd come out to clear things up.

"Are you ready to move in?" Edward asked. It sounded like he was smiling.

Edward was taller than you remembered, his broad shoulders nearly as wide as the doorway behind him. His long-sleeved T-shirt was pushed up to his elbows, showing off muscular forearms and hinting at strength and power. Another look revealed his entire frame was athletic. Why did that surprise you? Yes, his face drew most of the attention - a face covered in countless small, bulbous tumors that greatly distorted his features. They clustered around his cheeks, chin, and forehead, creating uneven ridges that made it impossible to even guess what his face might look like without the disease.

In the light of day, you realized his left eye was only partially hidden by the overgrowth of skin at his brow. His right eye was striking, a deep, dark blue.The rest of him was untouched by the condition, his thick neck, powerful chest, and heavily-muscled arms gave him an almost unsettling duality.

"Yes," you said, smiling awkwardly. "I met uh..."

"You met Frank Adler," Edward explained. "He helps me around the house, with the cars. He's been my handyman for a couple of years."

Trying to be polite, you nodded but didn't say anything.

"Normally, he's even charming," Edward went on. "Not sure what got into him today." Turning back to the house he asked, "Would you like to see your rooms?"

That's better.

"Yes, please," you said, smiling at your new landlord. 

Edward paused, his gaze locked with yours, his holding so much intensity. You weren't sure what the moment meant to him, but you felt like it was significant.

Leading you into the house, your host paused in the foyer, seeming to enjoy the way you stared with wonder at the opulence that surrounded you. You'd seen homes like this on TV but never in real life. The air was rich with the scent of polished wood and aged books, hinting at the decades of history nestled within its walls. There were beautiful flower arrangements everywhere. There were freshly-cut roses in all shades from snowy white to deep blood red. There were other potted plants strategically placed that added life to the dwelling, as if they proved the mansion was a living, breathing entity.

Edward took you from the foyer to a beautiful spiraling staircase that was just beyond it. The wooden stairs gleamed in the sunlight from the high window of the first landing. At the next floor, he turned to the left and stopped in front of a beautiful, heavy oak door. 

As Edward opened the door, a shiver of anticipation ran down your spine. "These are your rooms," he said, his voice deep and resonant. 

Your new home was done up in varying shades of cornflower blue and elegant, dark wood. Sunlight streamed through the tall, arched windows casting a warm glow over the plush velvet sofa and intricately carved tables around it. You couldn't help but admire the paintings that adorned the walls, each magnificent landscape views with colorful gardens in frames guilded with gold, catching the light in mesmerizing ways. Edward gestured towards the fireplace dominating one corner of the room. 

"Nothing like a crackling fire on a chilly night," he said. "It's in good working order and Frank will make sure you always have firewood."

"That's wonderful," was all you could say as you looked around in amazement.

If you thought the living room was something, you weren't even prepared for the bathroom. The clawfoot bathtub was the first thing you noticed, it's gleaming porcelain looked so inviting. In your work as a vet tech, you were often on your feet for hours. How good would it feel to relax in a bath some days, with your favorite scented bath salts and an audiobook playing while you relaxed? Yes, there was a shower unit attached along with a privacy curtain all around it. The best of modernity and old-world charm. The marble countertops shined under the soft lights from the crystal light fixture above. 

Finally, he showed you the bedroom, saving the best room for last. It was a sanctuary in royal blue and old gold with a four-poster bed draped in luxurious silk curtains , billowing gently in the breeze from the tall windows on either side. Sunlight filtered through sheer lace curtains, casting patterns on the polished wooden floor. The furniture was beautiful dark wood, a bedside table, a huge wardrobe, and a vanity with heart-shaped mirror and a bench seat that an embroidered cushion top. 

"What do you think?" Edward asked as you glanced around.

That it's too good to be true. 

You'd be living here with Edward and in exchange, you'd be running errands for him? It didn't seem real. 

"Your home is so beautiful," you said in amazement. "And these rooms? I've never seen anything like this in real life."

Edward took a deep breath at your praise. It was obvious he was proud of his home and he should be. Yet, he was studying you hard.

"I feel like there's a 'yes, but' answer coming," he said after a moment, wariness in his right eye.

Truth was best, especially since he'd be your landlord.

"It's just... Are you sure I can't give you something for rent?" you pleaded. "My running errands for you in exchange for living here?"

It was just you... you couldn't read his face. And he didn't have an answer for that. The last thing you wanted to do was insult the poor man. Maybe he was just lonely and looking for companionship? Making someone an offer they can't easily refuse in the way of such a lavish living space didn't hurt. And you needed a place to live.

As the uncomfortable silence stretched out, you knew you had to end it. Be grateful.

"Thank you so much," you told him, smiling. You meant it. "I love these rooms. I'm very grateful I'll be living here with you."

You sensed that answer pleased him. Edwarded nodded, making his way to the door. Before he could leave, you did have a question.

"You mentioned Mr. Adler works for you," you started.

"That's right," he said turning back.

"You said he was a handyman for you? Worked on the cars?" Considering how poorly your first meeting with Frank Adler went, you didn't want to piss him off further. "Is there anything else he does around the house? I'd like to help out as much as I can. I just don't want to step on anyone's toes though. You know?"

"I understand," Edward said quietly. "But I have a cleaning service that comes twice a week. Frank and I usually fend for ourselves in the kitchen. We're not bad. If you want to cook here and there, I'm sure that would be appreciated. But I don't have any expectations for you for any of that."

A cleaning service? For real?

"That's great," you told him. "That answers my question. Thank you!"

"Why don't you get settled in and Frank and I will bring in your things?" Edward asked, heading back into the living room. 

You followed him. You didn't have a lot of stuff, but it didn't seem right to not help them. "Thank you. I'm pitching in."

Edward stopped at the top of the stairs. "You don't trust us?"

Something about the way he asked that question made you think he was teasing you. "I trust you," you said with grin. "I'm not sure about Frank though."

The easy sound of his laugh was a warm sound, made you feel better. "Come on."

Edward Lemuel leaned back against the sink, enjoying a tall glass of ice water. They'd just finished moving in his new tenant and it wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been. She didn't have many things to move in. No furniture pieces. Mostly clothings, boxes of decorations and accessories. Three heavy boxes of books which made him happy because it suggested that she was an avid reader. Yeah, he'd broken a sweat helping her and Frank move everything upstairs but it was totally worth it. 

His moment of contentment didn't last. Frank stomped into the kitchen, a surly expression on his face. Edward had an idea of why his employee, partner in crime, and sometimes friend was so pissed off. But he had a feeling he was about to learn exactly why. Stopping in front of him, sweaty and with his hands on his hips, Frank glared him down. 

"What the fuck is this?" Frank asked, emphasizing each individual word. "You didn't even let me know about this one." Jerking a thumb roughly in the direction of her rooms, Frank's gaze searched his face.

"That doesn't give you the right to be rude to her," Edward told him calmly. "And it sure doesn't help our cause, does it?"

"Your cause," Frank pointed out. Dropping his head for a moment, he seemed to be collecting his thoughts. "What sort of deal did you make with her? What do you even know about her?"

Edward smiled. Frank was interested. And why wouldn't he be? On top of all of her other impressive qualities, she was beautiful. Very beautiful. Yeah, they were going a different route this time, building on the knowledge they'd been building with the last three girls. Edward was hoping it would be worth it, that he'd finally get everything he'd ever wanted. And he'd make sure Frank was more than compensated for his time and effort.

"She's not from this area," Edward explained. "She works locally. She's taking a gap year from school."

Edward moved to allow Frank to grab a glass from the cabinet by the sink and filled it with water from the tap. "Where does she go to school?"

"The vet-med college," Edward replied. "I think she's studying to be a veterinarian."

Frank's blue-eyed gaze didn't leave him as he downed his water in greedy gulps. Placing the empty glass on the counter, Frank swiped the back of his hand across his mouth. His expression was one of perplexion. "Are you fucking kidding me? A veterinarian?"

Edward nodded.

"This isn't going to work with her," Frank warned in a lowered voice. "Yeah, we've had some luck with a handful of young women I found at the shelter or on the street. That is not this woman. She isn't going to be naive or desperate like them. She sure doesn't look like any sort of addict. It won't work."

Edward didn't agree. "I think with a different approach, things might be just fine."

Frank shook his head. "A different approach?"

"Yeah," Edward said. "She is more... refined. She's exactly what I've been looking for."

Staring at him like he had two heads and six eyes between them, Frank marched around him and back out the kitchen door. "Whatever."

Frank didn't understand right now, but he soon would. The lovely new tennant was perfect, everything deep in his heart that he'd been hoping for. Yes, there'd been other "tenants" and they couldn't have been more different than her. The previous ones were convenient, transactional. But they had shown him that what he wanted wasn't completely out of his reach despite his condition. With the right resources, most people could be bargained with. Maybe, with the right woman, this time would be different. 

His new tenant looked at him with such kindness. At times, he could almost forget about his appearance. Maybe...

Edward drained his glass, looking longingly in the direction of her rooms. He would tell himself that he didn't want to get his hopes up, but damn it, his hopes were already up. The young woman in question had more than just surface beauty. She was kind, thoughtful, intelligent. She was everything he could ask for in a relationship if he could just navigate the situation. And he was convinced he could with Frank's help. 

She kept asking if there was more she could do to contribute. To feel like she was earning her keep. Edward smiled just thinking about it. His new tenant represented so much more to him than tepid female companionship and parlor tricks in the dark. Edward didn't know a lot about her at the moment but prided himself on being a good judge of character. It was the basis of his infatuation with her and there was no other word for it. 

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas (2004)

[the-great-anteater]

Vampiria 🦇🩸🖤

(reviving a little my vampire!AU)

[hogwartsthenextgeneration]

Next Gen Health

James - ADHD, Anxiety, Cyclothemia

Albus - Autism, Dyspraxia

Lily - PCOS, Bulemia

Teddy - Seasonal Affective Disorder

Victoire - Dyslexia, Anxiety

Dom - ADHD, Bipolar

Louis - Bulemia, OCD

Rose - Dyslexia, Endometriosis

Hugo - Autism, Dyspraxia, ARFID

Roxanne - Anorexia, Dyslexia

Fred - Tourette’s

Molly - BPD, Endometriosis

Lucy - Anxiety, Dyscalculia

Scorpius - Depression, OCD

Alice - PCOS, Anxiety

Frank - Tourette’s, OCD

Lorcan - Schizophrenia

Lysander - OCD, Autism

[kensthjerte]

— All those battle scars and not one on this pretty face.

[xelarale]

please PLEASEEE im begging for someone to edit gallavich to Slash's Anastasia its the most gallavich song in the world like look at this

"Blood red sky on a desert road Gotta make my way down to Mexico For what I did, I know that it was wrong The fire in my heart, it will never die Everything I love will be left behind No turning back, forever gone tonight"

[lulidragon]

2024 Masterpieces

Hey, it's just the first trimester of 2024, but God, Love Lies Bleeding and Dune Part 2 were a very gorgeous releases for the Cinema.

In Love Lies Bleeding the director; Rose Glass made an excellent 80's pulp setting besides a unconventional Queer Love Story, for a instance the film can give you the impression of being another movie with "Grl Power" and exacerbating LGBTQ Propaganda that we are sated.

Nonetheless, Kristen Stewart and Katy O' Brian achieves a natural and human perfomances through of entire movie, along the experimented Ed Harris in a still ambitious history.

While in Dune Part 2, it has a crazy built of the development of characters and plot than the first Movie of 2021.

Denis Villenueve managed to plasme the vision of Frank Herbert, who wrote Dune's to advertise about the danger of believe blindy on Charismatic Leader's, because if the wrong people with radical intentions have power they could made with this an totalitarian system.

And you can't even imagine how much I hate Paul Atreides now!!!!

But that hate is good, due to the fact that the screenplay has been well written, Tch brought a wonderful perfomance, he has a lot of the achieve to make more human and relatable Paul, I think that is very very probably he'll win almost all Awards the next year.

His relationship with Chany in this movie brokes my heart, usually in Hollywood Movies don't make a well written couples or ships, but this one of the few exceptions, Chani is not only the love interest of Paul now, she was a good female character who has her own personality and desires and she proves that Zendaya is a underrrated actress.

[ace-of-garlic-breads]

hp next gen au info (in age order until after Louis)

James, Albus & Lily=Hinny kids

Victoire, Dominique & Louis = Bleur kids

Roxanne & Freddie = George x Angelina kids

Molly & Lucy = Perciver kids

Rose & Hugo = Romionie kids

Frank & Alice = Nannah kids

Lorcan & Lysander = Luna x Rolf kids